Caught By My Sister

I grew up in a Baptist Christian home, with strict parents and a sister, 2 years older, who seemed to be the perfect princess.  Well behaved, attending all the church meetings, good grades in school and generally making my parents proud.  By the age of 15, I on the other hand, was very much the rebel.  Getting by at school, but only just. Not interested in Church and religion, much more interested in boys (and girls, but that was still my guilty secret, not outwardly expressed at that stage).  I had also discovered the joys of masturbation! I had been playing with myself since I was 13 but had only recently learned how to make myself cum, and I loved it with a passion!

One afternoon, in the long hot glorious summer of 1976 (as my British readers old enough will recall) I was coming homefrom school on the bus with a good friend.  We were talking about her boyfriend, and what she was letting him do toher.  As I recall, there was a lot of titty fondling going on, and not much else!  I didn’t have a boyfriend as such although I had snogged a few of the local lads at dances. 

Needless to say my knickers were soon damp at the thought of someone playing with my tits, and by the time I gothome there was only one thought on my mind! I went straight up to my room, closed the door and leaned against the wall.  Myskirt was on the floor in seconds, and my hand straight into my knickers, pulled down to my upper thighs. Two fingers inside and the other hand alternately strumming my clit and pinching my nipples (still my go to method after 35 years!)  Knees starting to buckle, I was almost there…… and the door opened. 

I froze instantly, too shocked to do anything. My sister stood there for maybe 10 seconds, eyes on my hands, still glued to my pussy.  Then she walked out and shut the door behind her, not a word said or expression on her face. 

The next question I always get asked about what happened next is “Did you finish?”  Too bloody right I did!!  It’s true what they say.  Instant humiliation, followed by instant arousal that someone has seen you exposed like that! 

I resumed my task as soon as the door clicked shut and it took just a few seconds more to cum.  A few yearslater and I would have drenched the floor, but not yet.

When I calmed down enough to think, the high of orgasm was quickly followed by the low of thinking of the consequences.  But there weren’t any.  It was never mentioned.  Obviously my sister never told my parents, or I would have been given the “Fires of Hell” speech about sexual sin.  For that I am forever grateful, but she never betrayed any sign of what had happened ever again and I sure wasn’t going to bring it up!

My sister married a year later and we never really saw that much of each other.  I went off to university, met my husband a few years later and the rest, they say, is history. Or so I thought. 

Fast forward to December just gone.  I have made a very good friend on this site and, in conversations with her, sheencouraged me to ask my sister about that day. 

My sister’s husband died 8 years ago, and we had become close since.  With the passing of my husband last year, even closer.  So, when visiting, she asked me how I was coping, and we discussed the loss of sex.  To my great surprise, she laughed and told me I would have to go back to masturbating, clearly referencing our episode above!  Once the ice was broken, I asked her why she had never mentioned that day, and I was very surprised to hear her say that she was too ashamed, because she was secretly masturbating too and was wracked with the religious guilt piled on by our parents. So I was very wrong to assume that she was the goody two shoes Christian girl  and I was the rebel.  The moral of the story my friends, is don’t judge a book by its cover!