Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 23:25:42 +0200 (CEST)
From: chris5975@web.de
Subject: Memories 1-4

Memories

by chris5975@web.de

Before I get to the interesting bits, let me tell you that this stuff is in
no way embellished or made up, just some random stories of my life. Flat,
honest truth. I changed the names of all involved, to protect their
privacy, though. The usual Nifty caveats apply - if you're too young or it
is illegal in your region to read this, shoo!

Chapter 1: Discoveries

Some things I have to get out of the way first, so that the following will
make some sense. I have been born visually impaired, thanks to a huge
fuckup during delivety. I couldn't come out "the usual way" and they had to
a C section. The reason why I couldn't slip out like nature intended was
that the umbellical cord was twisted around my neck. And that stupid hack
that was in charge of the operation didn't notice that and nearly strangled
me. End result: Some serious lack of oxygen and slightly damaged optic
nerves in the process. No lucky break with a lawsuit either, since the
doctors vowed he did everythiing in his power to actually SAVE me. Yeah,
right.

I can see on both eyes, thankfully in color, but the range is severely
limited, and I have lots of erratic eye movement as my brain tries to
compensate. It's pretty obvious in every picture taken of me. Positive side
effect though: My hearing is pretty damn good and years of learning braille
script have helped with the sensitivity in my fingertips. Not that I wanted
to, but the teachers in my school said it was neccessary, just in case my
eyesight would deteriorate to the point of being useless. Didn't happen to
this day, thankfully.



Anyways, childhood with such a very obvious handicap can be brutal. I
didn't have many friends and apart from my younger brother, who fiercly
charged anybody who tried to mock me, it was pretty lonely. On the other
hand I discovered the huge amount of sci-fi and fantasy paperbacks my
father stashed in our living room. First it was just looking at the covers,
but eventually I started to read that stuff. I think I chomped through
about 50 books in about two years. And then, a couple months after my 12th
birthday, I found a new book in my dad's stash. By now I was pretty
accustomed to bare-breasted wenches (next to hugely muscled dudes), but the
simple torso of a girl in a black teddy was... intriguing. So I snatched it
and started to read. Well, it was an erotic story anthology, and I was
pretty confused. Much of that stuff simply didn't make any sense to me. So
I put the book back and went back to the usual sword'n'sorcery or space
opera stuff I read. A couple weeks later I got the task of bringing old
newspapers to the recycling lot. My parents had the bad habit of sometimes
throwing some of my comics out as well, so while walking, I shuffled the
old newspapers. I didn't find any comics, luckily, but a very kinky
magazine. Turns out one of my parents or even both read that stuff. Well, I
threw the old newspapers out as ordered, but snuck the porn magazine (no
Playboy, something much more explicit) back into our house and spent some
spent very instructive afternoons with it, when my brother was hanging out
with his friends. Suddenly everything I read in that anthology book made
perfect sense and having some very direct visual stimulation, I noticed the
usual - getting wood, and how good it felt to wank myself. Well, my
hormones really fired up at that time and I became acutely aware of the
fact that there were boys and girls and the main difference between them
was NOT the hairstyle :)



Now, so far, so good. Since I had not that much more to do than play with
my brother or read, my grades were pretty good, and after skipping a year
in my local VI school, my parents dropped the bomb on me. After my 13th
birthday, I was to go to a strictly VI boarding school that could better
educate me. I was totally freaked out - did they notice that I pilfered
their kinky magazines? Or the stains on my covers? Turns out, my parents
were totally, blissfully oblivious to my erupting sexuality. So oblivious
that they thought it a good idea that I spend my last holiday before going
to the boarding school with my cousin, Karin. Her staying for two full
weeks was kind of a weird incident. She was one year older than me (so she
was 14 at the time, and I guess you remember that girls at that age are a
lot more ahead than guys - hell, my brother and I were still playing with
our Masters Of The Universe and Transformers toys, while she read gossip
rags, had the hots for New Kids On The Block and Joey Tempest from Europe
and Kylie Minogue/Jason Donovan were THE thing for her!). Nevertheless, my
Dad spent the morning prior to her arrival sternly reminding me that I
should behave like a gentleman and that he would rip my head off if
anything funny happened while she was under our roof.



Anyways, her parents weren't prepared for a girl hitting puberty,
especially when she had to fight her two siblings for their parents'
approval. As it turned out, she got neglected by her parents, partly due to
the fact that both were working hard at that time and her little brother
was diagnosed with diabetes. And re-coloring her room walls with lipstick
and black Sharpie was the final straw. Her parents unloaded her unto us,
while they took their two other kids to an expensive holiday in
Spain. Jerks.

The first couple days were a harsh acclimation period, for all three of
us. My brother soon announced that he preferred his buddies to our company,
since Karin didn't share his enthusiasm for plastic barbarians and
transforming robots and instead tried to initiate me into the things that
were IN and THE HOT SHIT. I tried to be diplomatic about it, since I
somehow felt that she was really fucked up and needed a good cheer, so I
went along. Imagine my surprise when I found out that those magazines she
devoured actually had stuff about sex in them. Oh, and the fact that Karin
already had nice breasts didn't escape my notice, hell, the curves were
readily visible through her loose t-shirts or nightshirts. Yeah. I
mentioned that my parents were a little impaired, although only in the
common sense department. Our sleeping arrangement consisted of her lodging
the room my brother and I shared. There was simply no other space in our
little flat, so every night she went into the bathroom fully clothed and
came back in her no-arm, just past-the-bum nightie, while my brother and I
unfolded the camping bed for her.



 What I did not know was the fact that she actually had the hots for me, a
fact that became clearer a couple days later, when the weather kicked up a
couple of notches. So far, it was rather mediocre, but suddenly it went
from "nice" to "freaking hot" and my parents deceided that we should spend
as much time as possible outside in the open-air bath. So every morning it
was us five (no pun intended) with blankets, coolers'n stuff into the bath
at sundawn and back home at sunset. There I got to know Karin much better,
we practically became inseperable. It started out innocently enough,
hitting the springboards or the waterslides, diving around one another and
having a grope, lots of splashing water, all in good fun.

Did you notice that lots of people just hang around at the edge of the
pool, standing in the water and chatting about shit? That can be an even
better cover than the most remote cove. I actually relished the chance to
for once let loose and go ape instead of being cooped up in my room, but
Karin suddenly pulled me into a huge crowd at the pool edge and put my
shoulders square against the pool wall. The pool was shallow enough to
stand, but deep enough so that the water went to about my collarbone. She
then cuddled against me, her butt pressing against my dick, which promptly
went hard. I felt like my head was going to blow open. I wasn't monstrously
hung back then, but my pants were pretty slim, and my dick soon slipped
past the elastic and between her butt cheeks. She moaned softly and took
one of my hands that have been laying innocently on her hip bones and
tucked it inside her one-piece bathing suit and placed it squarely on one
of her breasts. Her nipple poked my palm, but I got the idea and stealthily
played with her breast. Soon her butt started rubbing against my dick in
ernest and I noticed one of her hands slipping inside her suit as well. But
I was so occupied with not totally losing my mind, I had no clue what she
did to herself. But no worries, she would show that to me later. Suffice to
say we both came, me between her butt cheeks, and she shortly after
that. She turned around, her hand went between our bodies and gingerly
tucked my dick back into its hiding place (which made me nearly cum a
second time) and she was about to give me a huge kiss when my brother
crashed into the water next to us. Apparently it was lunchtime. Thank gods
none of my parents brought the message, but I nearly fainted anyways. That
was the spark which would flare into a fully-fledged forest fire not too
long after.



Karin hit the showers before we all met back at our blanket and the whole
family had a nice lunch together. The afternoon went by much less eventful,
We didn't talk much, as I was understandably a little bit overwhelmed and
went for a real swim this time, while Karin remained at the blanket for
some serious sunbathing. No hot lotion scene here, sadly. Anyway, this day
at the bath came to a close and we packed our stuff to return home. Despite
the generous application of sunscreen I sported the first signs of a
righteous sunburn.



When it was time for bed, the usual ritual took place. My brother and I
unfolded the camping bed, one of these contraptions with aluminum frame,
always pokey springs and a tendency to rip your hand off, if you're not
careful. That thing stood parallel to our bunk bed, where my brother had
the upper bunk and I had to endure his gases and occasional stuffed toy
assault in the lower bunk. In theory it was parentially decreed that her
bed should stay near the desk and a sizeable gap remain between her bed and
ours. That decree got overturned in the very first night when Karin, due to
excessive turning in her sleep, hit the rather rickety desk and our whole
Castle Grayskull playset came crashing down onto her. Must have been
another reason why she wasn't too keen on MotU. You can imagine the racket,
especially in the dead of night, when about a kilo of assorted plastic toys
crashes down from a desk, followed by a surprised and pained squeak, then a
thump as another hasty movement of hers caused the camping bed to fold down
onto itself. Suddenly the door flew open and my dad, reasonably irritated
was there hollering about WHAT THE FUCK was going on here. Hey, it was the
late eighties, parents got away with that back then. After we all cleaned
up the mess the camping bed wandered a little away from the desk each
night, and by the time Karin and I had our first mutual cum in the public
bath, there was a little less than a hand's width between her bed and ours.



So, when she came back from her nightly trip to the bathroom, my brother
was already up in his bunk and preparing to doze off with his back to the
world. I knew because he had his favourite toy, some kind of floppy monkey
monster whose extremities always hung down past his headboard, which gave
me a pretty good idea where his body was. Brotherly retribution for stuffed
toy assaults or undue snoring usually involved a fist up through his
mattress back then. What should I do? He was five years younger than me and
a polite "dude, shut it" didn't always work.

One thing I noticed when Karin came back was her lack of panties. She
usually draped her day clothes over our desk chair, and when she bent down
to neatly fold her jeans, her nightie rode up and I got a good look at her
behind, minus any panties. In every other story you would get observations
like "and her nether lips were already shining with moisture", but my eyes
are not good enough for such miniscule observation. But I DID notice the
distinct lack of cotton white and the abundance of slightly toasted teenage
behind. She quickly righted herself when Mom checked if all was decent and
proper. Thank you, slightly-below -the-bum nightie. Then I got my very own
lotioning scene, too bad it involved some infernal concoction to treat my
beginning sunburn. To this day I have no clue what Mom used back then, but
initially it burned like crazy and I was forced to lay on my tummy for a
time until my skin absorbed that stuff. Mom went and I was laying there,
only in short pajama bottoms, no cover and it got wonderfully cool after a
while. Mind you, it was piping hot outside still, and three kids in a
rather small room generate a lot of heat. I was somewhere between awake and
asleep when another sensation joined the cool draftiness on my
back. Fingertips were slowly trailing down the unburned and unlotioned bits
of my back and side. There still was a remnant of daylight coming through
the window, I couldn't have been dozing long. Mildly puzzled I turned my
head in Karin's direction, and she had rather sneakily closed the gap
between our beds when Mom left and was now gently stroking my back and my
sides with one long-fingered hand, her other hand made soft rustling
noises, half hidden by the thin sheet that doubled as her cover. Usually,
I'm extremely ticklish, but she was the first person where my tickle nerves
didn't explode.  Instead I got covered in insane amounts of goosebumps and
I must have actually started to purr, since she laid another finger on my
lips while she continued caressing my back. A funnily smelling finger, I
noticed. Then her other hand slipped inside my pajama bottoms and started
caressing my butt, which was at the same time extremely weird and supremely
tingly. Her hand travelled further down and found my balls, which she
gingerly tickled as well. By now, it was really getting uncomfortable for
me laying on my tummy, since all that unfamilliar caressing got me hard as
hell.



"Hey, you think that lotion is done now?" I asked her, probably a bit too
loud. My brother stirred a bit and we both froze. Then she put her finger
to my lips again, and again I got that strange smell. A bit musky, but not
at all unpleasant. And with a smirk she rubbed her fingertip over my
lips. Instinctively my tongue came out, probing the moisture that gesture
left on my lips and I wrinkled my brow as I dimly remembered a scene from
that erotic story anthology. She must have seen the shock and the incoming
question or outburst on my face. I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to
ask what that was about or shout at her for smearing something gross on
me. She quickly slipped from her bed into my bunk, closed up my mouth with
hers, turned me on my side and held me. No fancy frenching (that came
later), just her body in total contact with mine. THAT shut me up for
good. Slowly I noticed things. First, skin contact. Her nightie must have
scrunched up under her breasts while she was administering caresses to the
both of us. I could feel her tummy against mine, and my hands were resting
on her bared bum cheeks. Then there were her still clothed nipples that
pressed against the flesh of my chest. And I definitely couldn't ignore the
insistent grinding her pelvis was doing against my dick and the moisture
that nearly instantly seeped through the thin fabric of my pajama
shorts. She broke our kiss and uttered a very soft "Shhhhhhhhh". I nodded,
totally awestruck. She entwined her hand with mine, turned a little onto
her back and guided our joined hands down her tummy, straight between her
legs. There she unclasped her hand and gently placed my hand on her very
wet pussy. Yup, now I noticed how wet she really was. I was inexperiened,
yes, but not totally brain dead, and thanks to several "rescued" magazines
I knew that girls like it when you rub them there. I must have gotten
something right, she sighed into my ear and I realized that she had by now
pulled her nightie up until it was just an unwieldy ring of slightly damp
cotton around her shoulders. Feeling even more of her skin on mine was
awesome. Then both her hands came down on mine, she spread her legs and did
some gentle fine-tuning of my fingering technique. One hand of hers
remained on mine, subtly steering my probing (and shaking!) fingers
wherever she wanted them. Her other hand snuck back into my pajama bottoms
and rather forcefully grabbed my cock, which she promptly began to stroke
fiercely. Now it was my turn to butt in and let her know that yes, boys
like it gentle down there too. After a small adjustment in grip strength
(from vice-like to more tolerable levels) we both sighed contentedly,
rubbing our bodies against each other while our hands were doing mad
pirouettes around our privates. She obviously had played with herself while
exploring me earlier, so it didn't take her long to climb to her first
orgasm of that night. Her grinding into me intensified, and suddenly she
crashed against me, her legs clamping down on my hand, her arms flew around
my neck and she kissed me again, but this time it was a really scary one,
very open mouthed and nearly screaming. I don't know if it was just my
pent-up excitement or the shock from this sudden attack, but my dick
practically exploded messily in her hand. She slowly untangled herself from
me, her eyes shining brightly, a huge smile planted on her face. I took the
opportunity to get her back for smearing her pussy juice on my lips. I
dipped a fingertip in the mess on my tummy and when she put her head on my
shoulder, I returned the favor. Surprise! But she surprised me even more
when she not only licked my finger clean, but sucked it into her mouth and
I felt her tongue swirl around it. The look on my face must have been
priceless, since she buried her head in my shoulder and giggled like
crazy. Then she whispered in my ear "tomorrow I'll show you".



I didn't sleep that night. At all.



I tried to sleep, but the things that just happened whizzed around my head
like neon sparks, sleeping in my usual position, on my back, was out of the
question due to the sweaty sheets causing an unpleasant chafing sensation
on my burnt back. So I tried to find a comfortable position laying on my
side. I also used a corner of my cover to wipe away the cum splotches that
were pretty much everywhere from my crotch upwards, and while doing so, I
got hard again. Karin had already turned her back to me and seemed to be
sleeping, so I thought "what the fuck" and started a nice, slow wank,
savoring the images still blazing in my mind. My eyes drifted shut and I
thought I might finally wind down enough to actually sleep. My breathing
got slow and steady, still my hand was slowly working on my dick. I didn't
bother to pull the covers up past my hips, what with the heat and the damp
end where I cleaned away my cum, and the stroking caused them to slip
further down as well. Then I heard the slight creaking of springs. I stayed
my hands and tried to listen what was happening. After that first loud
creaking there came slighter, but more rhytmic noises, and her breathing
came harder and faster. I opened my eyes, and the light coming in from the
window, by now just the eerie pale glow of a streetlight from across the
road, outlined her laying on her back, legs opened wide, the cover hanging
off one slender calf and her nightie pushed up past her breasts again. She
was doing something with her pussy that set the whole camping bed aquiver,
and I could see her other hand roaming across her body, occasionally
stopping at one breast or the other. Still with one hand around my cock I
gently extended my other arm and snaked my hand onto the camping bed and
let it brush her elbow.



She froze.

"Can't sleep either, hm?" I asked, a little sheepishly.

"Not really", she breathed back, obviously not in the mood for
philosophical debate. My hand crept down over her arm and I felt her
shuddering, goosebumps springing up under my feather touch. Then her hand
stopped me, she propped herself up on one elbow and asked "Want to do
something cool?".

"Everything you ask" I replied without hesitation. Ominous words.

"Ok, hang tight" she said, slipped out of bed, righted her nightie as much
as possible and crept out of the room, possibly checking if my parents were
still watching telly in the living room across the hall. She pretended to
get a drink of water and came back a couple moments later. By now, my heart
was pounding in my chest and my erection was seriously hurting.

"All clear" she whispered when she closed the door. Then she slipped out of
her nightie and climbed back into my bed, although her feet ended up next
to my head, which puzzled me a bit. Her hands yanked down my pajama bottom
too, and then, after giving my dick a quick caress, she showed me what
she'd been doing when I interrupted her, although this time with my hand
instead of hers. She had me stick out my index finger, much like the last
time I caressed her slit, but this time she actually inserted it into
herself. I was scared shitless, totally afraid to hurt her with my finger
poking into her up to the second knuckle. It felt fantastic though, and she
encouraged me with gentle caresses of my dick and butt and an insistent
bumping of her pussy against my hand. So I started to move my finger around
in her, and in hindsight I'm thankful that my mom kept our fingernails
neatly trimmed. Her hand rejoined me for a second and placed my thumb
firmly at some bumpy point on top of her slit, which made her gasp and
squirm even more. She gently bit the inside of my thigh and signalled me
that I should really get going. By then she had one hand wrapped around my
shaft and her other fingers were caressing my balls which had me pant
happily. In between mixed shushing and low moaning she clamped her legs
around my hand and tensed up, then I head her giggle into my mattress,
before she relaxed again and whispered "come on, more. And try your second
finger too". Who was I to refuse? Amazingly enough for me, her velvety
tunnel accepted my middle finger next to the other, and with a very
sensual, silky sigh she resumed rocking her pussy against my hand. Karin
went very slow stroking me this time, it was practically unbearable. Every
time I tensed up, she stopped stroking me and instead kissed the tender
area where the legs meet the body. It was exquisite. It was maddening, I
really wanted to come, but she seemed to have other plans.

She released my cock entirely, much to my dismay, and started kissing
around my tummy, which, although nice, wasn't quite what I wanted. Her
pussy was by now grinding furiously against my hand and leaking
heavily. The smell was somehow.. intoxicating. I debated if it would be
okay if I took a lick, but since my hand was in the way, deceided
otherwise. By now her lips were very close to my crotch, and then she
encircled my shaft with her hand again and stroked me a couple of times. I
knew that she was about to come again, her legs clamped around my hand, and
suddenly I felt something engulf the head of my cock. It felt exactly like
when she sucked on my finger, just ten million times hotter. And when her
tongue rubbed the underside of my glans, I was totally lost and fell over
the edge and I came in her mouth. Her moaning caused my brother to stir,
but by now we didn't care one bit. I withdrew my fingers from her slit
which caused her to shudder and moan again. Her lips released me as well,
much to my dismay. Karin crawled up to me and snuggled next to me. "I whish
we could stay like this forever" she whispered, her breasts pressing
against my side, her hand gently caressing my tummy. I pulled her head to
mine and pressed my lips onto hers. She responded by opening her mouth, and
her tongue dragged across my lips, feeling absolutely incredible and
... salty? Somewhat like her juices. I mentally shrugged and imitated her
movements, and in no time flat we were slowly, sensously grinding against
one another and kissing noisily.



"Hey guys, could you stop please? I wanna sleep!"

We froze and I thought I was going to die on the spot. My hand had
unconsciously wandered down to Kristens pussy again, her fingers were busy
around my cock and balls. No way to explain away what my brother must have
seen. I looked around, panicking, but to my endless relief his stuffed toy
indicated that he still was turned towards the wall. Karin was a lot faster
on the uptake, thank goodness, and she yanked the cover up so only our
faces were visible. Then the scruffy head of my brother, upside down, of
course, plopped into view.

"Ey, what'cha doing there anyways? Dad said he'll kill you if you act funny
with Karin, ya know?"

Oh yes, I did know. That was one of the reasons why I couldn't sleep in the
first place.

"I had a bad dream and I asked Chris if he could hold me. It's all
good. We're quiet now. Can you go back to sleep please?" Karin implored.

I love my brother to this day for the fact that he just grinned, gave me an
inverted "thumbs up" and said "you comfort the princess, dude. I'll stand
guard". With that and an almighty yawn his head went back up and I allowed
myself to start breathing again.

"Yeah, fucking close" Karin whispered into my ear. "Better get going."

With that, she slipped from my embrace, pulled the nightie back on and
crawled onto her camping bed.



While I thanked God, Allah, Crom and all other deities out there for this
close call, Karin gave a content sigh and curled up, while I turned on my
tummy and tried to digest all that had happened this day.



 I must have dozed off fitfully, but when Mom came in to wake us all, I was
like a sack of lead. And I nearly gave away everything, because it was
very, very drafty when I slipped out of bed. It took a quick grope from
Karin to remind me that I forgot to put my pajama pants back on after our
cuddling. Mom was thankfully turning her back to us and fussing over my
brother's clothing, so I managed to grab a pair of bathing shorts and
yanked them over my re-emerging hard on. When Mom turned back around, my
covers lay at my feet and I appeard clothed for another day at the bath. By
now, I was really getting sick of close calls.



Maybe it's a little late now, since we're so far into the story by now, but
I think I should take the time to describe Karin a little bit. My parents
were pretty amazed when I hit my first growth spurt and started to measure
me each week, just to see how quickly I grew at that time, which was really
amazing. In the span of about six months I went from chubby child to lanky
teenager, and at the time this story took place, I was around one meter and
sixty centimeters, or about five foot five inches tall. Karin was easily a
hand taller than me, and instead of being elbows and knees like I was at
that time, she had a nicely shaped, feminine body, topped off with a mop of
brown hair and amazing green catty eyes. No, at that time I didn't have any
clue about female measurements, so no precise "this and that cup" thing
from me. Suffice it to say that her breasts fitted my hands perfectly.



The day at the bath was not very fun for me. After my nearly sleepless
night, I wasn't too energetic anyways, but having to wear a T-shirt to
avoid worsening my sunburn didn't do much to boost my enthusiasm. Karin
wasn't too much help either, she spent most of the day sunbathing, topless,
along with my equally topless mother. Speak of weird moments. Maybe she
simply had her head sorted better than me, because the moment she took off
her bikini top, all I could think about was to cuddle with her or a repeat
performance in the pool, and her being rather distant helped avoid any
major catastrophes. Around lunch time I had enough, ripped off my shirt and
asked plaintively "OK, anyone going to oil me up? I want to go swimming!"
Mom had dozed off with one of her romance novels across her face, Karin
threw me a bright, brittle smile, and finally my brother took pity on
me. He grabbed the lotion bottle and oiled me up enthusiastically. Dad, who
just now returned with an armful of soft drinks, admonished me that I
shouldn't overdo it and that he expected me back in fifteen minutes. I
nodded assent and limped off the blanket, trying to keep my straining
erection in check. A cold shower on the way to the pools brought me down
somewhat, and when I misjudged a jump from the 10-feet-springboard and hit
the water belly first, any thought of sex was thankfully exorcised. I
winced my way back up to the surface and started my lanes in the deep water
pool, just going on autopilot for God knows how long. Suddenly I felt a
hand grabbing my dick. I totally lost all rhythm and promptly went
underwater, where a pair of arms encircled me and I got a nice kiss full of
tongue, before I came back up, sputtering for air and fighting to get the
water out of my mouth and eyes.

"And I thought you'd be happy to see me", Karin smirked at me when I was
coherent again. "Your dad says it's time you got back into that shirt of
yours, and I have to agree. I couldn't miss you, sporting a nice burn like
that". With that, her fingers gently trailed my back and I winced, feeling
skin peel under her fingertips. "How long have I been here?" I asked, a
little bewildered. "Oh, just about two hours" she replied and swam off at a
brisk pace. I tried to keep up, but I finally felt how spent I really
was. Karin waited for me at the edge of the pool, next to a ladder, and
indicated that I should be the first to go. I grabbed the ladder and
started to haul my tired self out of the pool when she snuck another grope
at my privates, up through the leg, straight at my dick. I dropped back
into the water, she brought her head close to mine and whispered "More,
later."

Then she treated me to a wonderful view of her backside as she effortlessly
exited the pool without bothering to use the ladder. I shook my head and
went after her, making sure to hit another icy shower on the way to the
blanket. As expected, my parents opened a huge can of fuss over me, with
Mom treating my burnt back with another dose of that infernal medicine,
which still hurt like a motherfucker, but brought some relief. We stayed
for a bit longer, until my brother had thoroughly exhausted himself as
well, and then we went back home, where I fell asleep shortly after my head
hit the pillow.



I drifted awake. I was fairly rested, my back still hurt and I felt like a
small current was running through me. I had goosebumps all over, and when I
opened my eyes, I was a little astonished to look directly at Kirstens very
naked, very inwiting pussy, faintly illuminated by the glow from the street
light outside. Slowly my brain sputtered to life and I started to get my
bearings. I was laying on the side, my back to the wonderfully cool
wall. Next to me, on her side too, was Karin, her head level with my
crotch. One of her hands was gently stroking my behind, while her other
held my dick and she was administering kisses and licks all over the shaft,
I must have stirred noticeably, since she looked up at me and beamed
widely. She crawled up to me and pressed her body into me, her lips seeking
mine. We started kissing like yesterday, hands roaming over our
bodies. When I wanted to make her feel good and let my hand slide over her
pussy, she stopped me. "Not today" she whispered. My face must have crashed
and burned, but she grinned at me and said "Wanna do something cool?"

"Everything you ask", I replied. Yup, sounds cheesy, being the exact same
dialogue as last night. But it happened that way.

Karin started to maneuver us both around, until I was laying on top of her,
kissing her nose, her eyes and of course her lips, practically everywhere
my mouth could reach. I felt her hand holding my dick and I caught a very
thoughtful look in her eye. Then she gently put her hand on top of my head
and gave me a gentle push. "Go on, keep kissing, just a little lower" she
whispered. Her hip rose then and I felt her slit brushing the tip of my
cock. My mouth travelled over her collarbone. Having an inspiration, I did
my best "Count Dracula" imitation and gently nibbled at the soft flesh
where her neck meets the shoulder. She sighed and pressed her whole body
against mine, her hands kneading my butt cheeks.

"Lower" she breathed and my lips travelled further down and I started
kissing her breasts. One hand gently guided my head until my lips and
tongue connected with her nipple. Her slight moan was all the encouragement
I needed and happily let my tongue dance around and across her nipple. I
was trying to keep my weight off her, but she didn't want any of it and
pulled one of my hands free and placed it squarely on the other breast, my
full weight coming to rest upon her. I obliged and combined my licking,
nibbling and sucking with a gentle stroking of her other breast. Her hand
closed over mine and she showed me how to pinch her nipple, something I've
never heard of. Up until that point I always thought that sex was a gentle,
tender affair, but she liked to have her nipples pinched quite hard. I
switched breasts and did as she wordlessly asked, a little puzzled.

"Please, go lower, but keep your hands there" she sighed, it sounded almost
painful. I crawled a little further down, my hands still molesting her
sensitive flesh, while my kisses travelled further down her ribcage, onto
the taut skin of her tummy. By now she was writhing around and tried to
keep as much skin contact as possible, rubbing her pussy against my bare
chest. My tongue reached her belly button and she gave a halfhearted "don't
you dare, mister!". I dared and planted a very wet, wery sloppy kiss on her
beautiful navel, and instead of a giggle attack and a slap I earned another
super-sensual moan, followed by an urgently whispered "come on, lower, damn
it!" Her hands were by now tousling my hair and she was putting some
pressure on my head, so I crept even lower with my mouth and it dawned on
me what she had in mind. Curiosity and not a little trepidation were
fighting a heated battle in my brain, but my balls won and I made my way
down to her pussy. I started to notice tons of little details about the
area between her legs, from the little bit of fuzz she had down there, the
little birth mark on the inside of her thigh and that awesome
smell. Grinning, I planted a big kiss on her lips, pretending it was her
mouth. Obviously the right idea, because she practically slammed her pussy
into my face, clamped her legs around my ears and gave a very strangled
squeak. I looked up at her when she finally relaxed, she looked back down
and I asked "More?"

"Just a second, let me catch my breath."

I bowed my head down and took another, slow lick along the full lenght of
her slit, getting used to the taste and really starting to like it. She
rapped the back of my head sharply and, a little more gently, mentioned for
me to crawl back up to her. Damn, I thought, just when things were getting
interesting. Ha, I had NO clue where this was going.

"Did you like it?" Karin whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, but it was over way too fast" I replied.

"No wonder, you nearly made me cum with your kisses alone." THAT was a nice
boost to my ego.

"So, what next?" I asked, a little unsure at how to proceed from there.

"You kiss mine, I'll kiss yours, all the way", she purred, lazily snaking
her hand down my spine and caressing my lower back. Now, that sounded like
fun and we had a nice whispered giggle while trying to sort our limbs at
the same time without causing the whole bed to rock crazily.

"Start softly, okay?" she said. I nodded, involuntarily breathing onto her
still moist lips.

"Damn, you drive me crazy", she sighed back and wrapped her lips around my
cock, which promptly detonated. I blushed so fiercely, the whole room must
have lighted up a deep crimson. For the next seconds, only a breathless
"sorry, sorry" was all I could muster. She chuckled, gulped noisily and
after some stroking I felt her tongue going at me again. Usually, after
pleasureing myself, I needed a break, but this time, I just deflated just a
little, only to come back to full attention when her soft lips engulfed my
head again. Yay for raging hormones! I sighed, totally overwhelmed, when
she pinched my bum, hard. I got the hint and began kissing her pussy in
earnest. I learned a lot that night. Women don't need to talk when they
want to tell you where to go. Hip movements, appreciative cooing and an
occasional slap on the butt were all I needed to get a hang of the
basics. We took our sweet time now, really exploring and enjoying each
other's privates. Tongues were roaming, lips were kissing, fingers were
probing, our bodies were writhing against each other and to this day I have
no clue how we managed to go undetected, with all that moaning.

 Having come so hard earlier made me last quite some time and I could lick,
nibble and suck her pussy through two skull-crushing orgasms and getting
thoroughly drunk on her juices. I accidentially drank half of my fathers
beer mug when I was nine, and the feeling I got while going down on Karin
did favorably compare to that experience. I also learned that night that my
balls were a viable way of getting pleasure, since the feelings caused by
her long fingers caressing my balls were quite awesome too. When I came
this time, it wasn't an uncontrolled eruption like the previous times,
rather it was the crowning peak on one hell of a climb, immensely
satisfying, although Kirstens legs did their best to decapitate me during
her own, hard climax. It didn't matter, Afterwards she lay on top of me,
her hot body grinding into me, her pussy lips rubbing on my cock. She
nearly managed to get me going again, but then we heard the heavy steps of
my dad coming down the hall from the master bedroom. Karin didn't miss a
beat and was under the covers in a flash, pulling the thin fabric up to her
chin. Thankfully, Dad wasn't after us, instead we heard the bathroom door
closing and the toilet lid clanging against the plumbing, then, a bit later
the flushing and his footsteps back into bed.  After a small eternity the
only sound was the hammering of my heartbeat in my skull. Then Kirstens
hand snaked under my cover, found mine and pulled gently. I turned to face
her. She grinned madly, flung one arm around my neck and pulled me into one
huge kiss that seemed to last for hours, before I gently disentangled
myself from the embrace because my neck started to hurt from the
uncomfortable angle. She smiled at me, entwined her fingers into mine,
kissed my hand and whispered something, before closing her eyes and
obviously getting ready to sleep. I tried to arrange my limbs so that I
could go on holding her hand while sleeping. I thought we were in
heaven. Boy, I had no idea. It all went downhill from there.



Chapter 2: Disasters



Of course, the next morning came, and the harsh sunlight burned away the
cozy haze of the night. The first sign of things getting serious was an
ominous letter Mom brought when she returned from shopping. The boarding
school my parents picked for me sent their paperwork, which meant that
going there was in fact a done deal.

Earlier the same year, I got invited for an evaluation week, where the
school would test my capabilities. As I mentioned earlier, I skipped a
grade in my old school due to outstanding marks, but the stuff my new
school set up was much tougher, especially in math. It was one very
intimidating week full of tests, questions from education personnel and
trouble with other kids. Compared to the small, cozy VI school I came from,
it felt like a fucking jungle. We got kids from a lot of schools in our
evaluation class, some of them coming from normal schools which had a VI
program, others coming from other VI boarding schools. It was much easier
dealing with fully blind kids, they tended to be more on the shy and
relaxed side than those who had a similar level of disability than me or
even less. These guys tended to be rough, and suddenly I found myself at
the bottom tier of a quickly established pecking order. I was never much of
an "alpha" in my old class, but I got along fairly well with all the
kids. Here, suddenly we were all on an even playing field, and suddenly
clothing style, favourite music or even hairstyles were important. It
didn't turn violent, but after that week I vowed that I would never go
"there" ever. The fact that our test results were never discussed didn't
help my confidence at all.



So, getting that letter yanked me back down from cloud nine. The school had
sent a long list of suggested stuff I should bring, and my parents deceided
that the shopping should commence in the coming week, the second week of
Kirstens stay with us. And on Sunday, the 27th of August 1989, I was
expected to arrive there, which was just one week after Kirstens visit.



Going to the bath was out of the question, at least for me, since my
sunburn was furiously hurting now. Dad took my brother to the bath, while
Mom took me to see the doctor. Karin tagged along to keep me company. The
doc prescribed a strict "no sun" order and another cream which had to be
applied every two hours. Mom wasn't in any mood to hang around the house
either, so she asked Karin if she would be willing to be my "nurse". She
agreed, very reluctantly. After making sure she got the instructions down,
Mom grabbed another cooler, hopped into the car and joined Dad and Bro at
the bath, while Karin and I hung out at home.



We plopped down on the sofa in the living room and talked about pretty much
everything but sex for the longest time. She poured out her heart how awful
life at her house was at the moment, how everything that went wrong was her
fault, especially when it had to do with her little sister, Sophie, who so
much was her mother's Princess. I moaned about how I didn't want to go to
Marburg, where my new school, the Blindenstudienanstalt, or Blista,
was. (Translate that to "Study Center for the Blind). How I was genuinely
afraid of being mobbed. We hung at each others' necks, sniffling. Her face
was barely inches from mine and I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks,
the blazing sunlight turning each of them into a bright speck of light. My
tongue came out and I lapped at her tears, first rather clumsily, but then
kissing her cheeks and her eyes. With a weak giggle, she pulled my head
onto her shoulder, ruffled my hair and sighed. Suddenly, the silence went
from leaden to comfortable, and our bodies melted against each other. She
nibbled at my earlobe, which I found an odd place to nibble on, while my
hand crawled into her shirt by way of the generous arm hole and started
feeling her up. She wore a bra this time, which made getting at her breasts
a problem, since my experience with women's underwear was absolutely
zero. But before I could explore further, she stopped me, her face very
thoughtful.

"What is it?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"You know what we did last night, right?" she asked.

"I kiss yours, you kiss mine?" I asked, taking that for the name of some
game.

"No, the bit afterwards" she said.

"Kissing?" Hey, not my day, don't kill me. And besides, my dick was
stirring again. She sighed, unfolded and swung her leg over mine, pushing
my body gently against the back of the sofa. Since it was so awfully hot,
even inside, she only wore her panties under her shirt, and I rocked some
boxers and one of Dad's loose-fitting shirts, which made the pain on my
back a little more bearable than my usual cotton t-shirts with their uneven
texture. Then she swung herself onto my lap, putting her hands left and
right of my head against the back of the sofa, her pussy very prominently
rubbing against me.

"This" was all she said. Understanding dawned in my eyes and she leaned in
closer, whispering in my ear "wanna do something cool"?

With that, she yanked her shirt over her head, while still grinding her
pelvis against me. She quickly lifted herself off me for a moment,
repositioned my dick through my pants and slowly, making sure I got the
point, placed her pussy back down, trapping me between us.

It felt hard to breathe, my heart must have thumped with 200 bpm. I knew,
the answer to that question could change everything. Her eyes burned into
me, her lips slightly opened, her bra-covered nipples forcefully rubbed
against my chest. Now or never I thought.

"Everything you ask", I whispered hoarsely.

She let out a moan, her pussy rubbing against me, then she took my hands
and placed them on her back. "Undress me", she whispered. I fumbled with
the hooks, but needing no visual hints, I disentangled the locking
mechanism and slid the bra off her shoulders. She gently pushed me back
into the sofa and had me nibble her breasts while she held my head. Then
she slid off me, pulled me to my feet and practically yanked my shorts
down, before getting out of her shirt and panties herself, then she melted
onto the sofa, legs spread and arms extended. "Come" she ordered. I climbed
on top of her, with one hand keeping my balance, with the other playing
with her nipples. Her hand slid around my cock and started to rub me
against her very wet slit. I bent down and kissed her fiercely on the
mouth, my whole length sliding against her slit. She broke our kiss,
suddenly very serious.

"Hey, what's up?" I managed to gasp.

"Whatever you do, don't come in me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not on the pill, stupid. Mom doesn't allow me."

"Then we should better stop and do something else." I said, not yet having
lost all rational thought processes.

"No, I want you. Feel this?" With this, she rubbed the head of my cock
against that same bumpy thing inside her that I had the pleasure of
... damn, pleasuring with my tongue the night before.

"That's my clit, and it likes your cock very, very much."

With this, she let my dick slide out of her hand and resumed her grinding,
which drove me wild. A few moments later her hand came back between us and
she pointed my cock downwards, trying to find the right angle to fit me
inside her. By now, I was going on autopilot. My hips thrust forward, the
wet shaft slipped from he delicate grasp, my super-sensitive cockhead
brushed past her pussy lips, slipped upwards, bumped into her clit and then
I exploded, furiously, drenching her pussy in my cum.



Way to kill the mood. She rolled me off her, shock on her features. Then
she ran into the bathroom and locked herself in. I heard the toilet
flushing, then the shower going and I sat there, totally dumbstruck,
absentmindedly swabbing errant cum stains from the sofa with her shirt.

Today I know that the chances of actually knocking her up were rather
slim. Most of my cum ended up on her outer pussy lips, it was very early in
the month and hey, I have 23 years of hindsight. But our younger selves
were mortified. We grabbed the stash of teenager magazines she had with her
and tried to find ways to make sure she wasn't pregnant, we even developed
a short-lived praying routine just before bed, which amused my brother no
end. It was out of the question to talk with my parents about it, they
would have killed me. The next couple of days were a nightmare. We didn't
speak more than the bare minimum, when I tried to brighten the mood she
would give me one death-ray stare to shut me up. It didn't help that the
rest of the family still went to the public bath, by unspoken agreement
leaving her behind to administer my medicinal cream. She did tend to me, in
a nearly robotic fashion, not caring one whit if her rough lotioning hurt
or not. Often I would hear her mutter "They'll kill me.", and I felt like
the biggest pile of crap on this planet.



Karin started sleeping very badly around that time. Before our "accident",
usually she was the first to rise, but now she had trouble getting out of
bed at all. Maybe she worried so much that it put a huge strain on her or
she lay awake at night, only to doze off to exhaustion, I don't know. But
since my parents left us to our own devices after a quick "alrighty, have
fun, we're off" in the mornings, it fell to me to wake her up. On the
following Monday, the week where the shopping spree was about to commence,
my parents deceided to hit the bath for the last time and asked if we
wanted to come too. By now, my sunburn was only a minor nuisance, make that
a major one, because my Mom developed a fiendish pleasure pulling off huge
strips of skin off my back. How gross is that? Anyway, I could have gone,
but I felt it was my responsibility to cheer Karin up and so I bid them
farewell and climbed out of bed, ready to make this the first day of the
rest of my life. Wearing only a set of pajama bottoms, I shuffled through
my clean-up-routine, then I put some water to boil for coffee and fixed
breakfast for two. After that, I went back to our room and proceeded to
wake Karin, who was still sleeping like a log. I sat down on my bunk and
watched her for a bit, the rays of the morning sun painting her face and
shoulders in a wonderful gold tone. The covers were twisted around her hip,
one bare leg sticking out. In the wake of our "accident", she had widened
the gap between our beds again, so that no nightly fondling could take
place, and I honestly missed the feeling of her silky smooth skin under my
hands. So instead of just gently rocking her shoulder, I laid my hand on
her exposed thigh and started to caress her, intently watching her face. I
still felt awful, the last thing I wanted was to lose this wonderful girl,
and I guess a huge part of me was really in love with her at that time. My
hand had by now taken on a life of its own and my fingers were gently
brushing along her behind, sometimes even slipping under her panties to cop
a feel. She sighed and turned, gazing at me, a questioning look in her
wonderful, green eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful" I said softly, my splayed fingers still roaming
her thigh, brushing the lower curve of her bum. By now I heard the kettle
rumbling in the kitchen, but I was too focussed on her to really care. Her
gaze was still burning into me, so I stopped caressing her and hung my
head.

"Just wanted to let you know that breakfast is ready. Wanna eat?" I
mumbled.

"Just a second. That was awfully nice just now" she purred and turned on
her tummy, throwing the covers wide.

"You want me to go on?" I asked, slightly amazed and mightily relieved that
she didn't rip my head off.

"Yeah, please do" she confirmed, slightly muffled by her pillow. Right now
the water hit the boiling point and a shrill whistling filled the flat. I
sighed, excused myself and ran back into the kitchen to take the kettle off
the stove. While switfly preparing the coffee to filter through, I looked
outside through the kitchen window and saw huge cloud banks rolling on the
horizon. It looked like a huge summer thunderstorm was inbound. When the
water was merrily dripping into the coffee pot, I hurried back to our room,
hoping against hope that Karin would still be willing to play.

Surprised I froze in the doorway. She indeed was still on her camping bed,
still lying on her tummy. Just completely naked.

"You coming?" she asked.

"Not yet, thank you" I replied, which made us laugh for the first time in
what felt like ages.

I straddled the foot of the camping bed, bowed my upper body forward and
began a gentle, two-handed exploration of her back and behind. I felt how
painfully tense her back muscles felt and how soft in comparison her butt
cheeks were under my questing fingertips and kissing lips. For the next
couple of minutes I did nothing fancy, except caressing her, sometimes just
with my fingertips, sometimes with extended fingernails, sometimes my lips
and tongue dragging across her slightly salty skin, my bare chest gently
rubbing against her thighs. Everytime my hands brushed her behind, she
lifted her hip up so her bum cheeks would press against my palms. Soon my
caressing and fondling concentrated on her behind, and she pulled her legs
under her and lifted her bum off the bed, bringing her nether regions close
to my face. I could smell how wet she was, so I brought my face in closer
and started licking: My first stab didn't go where it was intended due to a
playful wriggle of her ass and she tensed up as the tip of my tongue hit
her anus, but then I corrected my aim and went the right way which she
rewarded with some gentle grinding against my face. My tongue darted this
way and that and I soon felt light-headed again, not to mention horny as
hell. She ground her pussy against my mouth, I wedged a hand into my shorts
and started jerking on my dick, the camping bed rocked
precariously. Suddenly a huge thunderclap rolled across the sky, we tensed
up and the camping bed promtly folded in on itself, having me crash to the
ground. I hit my knee on the floor, red sparks blasting across my vision,
my cock deflating. When the shock passed and pain was bearable again, Karin
had turned around and looked at me.

"Sorry?"

"No, it's all right." She slid off the camping bed, helped me stand and
melted against me, her naked body rubbing against me.

"Lets take this somewhere a little safer" she suggested and hooked her
fingers into my shorts, pulling them down, leaving me naked as well. Then
she slipped into my bunk, looking invitingly up at me. The crash had put a
damper on my lust somewhat, but hey, this morning shaped up not to be too
bad after all. Outside it was by now awfully dark, a near-consistent
rumbling filled the air, and the clouds poured out an almighty amount of
rain. I stepped out of my tangled shorts and slid into my bunk, next to her
and we started to go at each other in a fever pitch. Maybe the raging
summer storm had something to do with it, I don't know. We went at it like
madmen. It started with wild kissing and groping, then we soon found
ourselves sixty-nining again, urgently ravishing each other's privates. To
my surprise, I remained stiff as a pipe even after blowing my load while
she nearly choked me with her pussy and crushed my skull between her
thighs. After some catching of breath and frantic kissing she rolled me
onto my back, bending almost double in the small space of my bunk and
positioned my raging hard-on at the entrance of her pussy.

"It doesn't matter anymore anyways" she said with a bright, brittle smile,
rubbing the tip of my dick across her slit, driving me nuts in the
process. Gently her hot, velvety walls rubbed over my glans and she started
to lower herself on me.

Then the doorbell rang, shortly afterwards followed by my Dad shouting our
names, ordering us to come down and help with the bags and coolers. We
nearly fainted, then exploded into action.

Cursing and sputtering, we pulled on what clothing we could find and rushed
downstairs to help them bring in the stuff, getting thoroughly soaked the
moment we stepped out of the door. We never got to finish what we started
that day, realizing that this time we nearly got caught for good. And the
weather stayed rotten for the rest of the week, so apart from some
clandestine kissing and mutual caressing in the dead of night we didn't
dare do anything crazy again. The rest of the week went by in a blur, with
the whole family going shopping for my inevitable departure to
Marburg. Karin usually tagged along and she picked out some decent T-shirts
that nicely complimented my Mom-chosen wardrobe.

Then, Saturday morning, her parents came by to pick her up, one day ahead
of schedule. Her leaving was a frantic affair of hastily stuffed bags and
crumpled clothing, since her parents wanted to be home before lunch, and
they lived a good hundred kilometers from where we were. So Karin and I
shared one last, rib-crushing hug, and she whispered a desperate "I love
you" into my ear. Then she was gone, leaving a huge hole in my world.



Since my departure to Marburg was only about a week away, I didn't have too
much time to wallow in my heartbreak, with a flurry of doctor visits to get
all kinds of inoculations and examinations. One nasty surprise was revealed
on the one free afternoon I had this week. My brother found out that there
were free riding lessons at a stable in our village, and being the fantasy
freaks that we were (he loved having He-Man and Skeletor go at it jousting
on their respective robot horses) we couldn't refuse that offer. So we
begged Mom to tag along, since we needed the permission of a grown-up to go
near the horses. As soon as I entered the stable, my skin began to itch. I
thought "okay, that must be my excitement". I was really pretty nervous,
having seen horses only from a distance. They were a fairly common sight in
our small village, but actually being near one was one hell of an
intimidating experience. I knew that beast could seriously hurt, if not
kill me outright, but the trainer assured me that she was very
well-mannerd. So well-mannered in fact, that I could ride her without a
saddle. He hoisted me onto the horse's back, I gently grabbed two handfuls
of mane and we started to trot downthe stable hallway. By now, my face was
itching as if a thousand ants were having a party on there, my hands came
off the horse's mane and I started furiously wiping my face with both
hands, which only caused the itching to intensify further and my nose and
eyes to water like there was no tomorrow. I croaked "STOP" at the trainer,
slid off the horse and tried to flee. It took both my Mom and my brother to
calm me down enough to get in the car, and when I finally came somewhat
around, we were at the doctors' again. Long story short, I got diagnosed
with a fuckload of allergies, foremost among them grasses, pollen and
animal hair. Just one more kick in the nuts for me. I got a prescription
for a short-term medicine which would kill most of the symptoms and I got
an appointment in the winter, to figure out if there was a long-term cure
available. Since there were only a couple more days until I would leave, I
buried myself in our room, pretty much dead to the world and a bundle of
misery. I even tried to reason with my parents that under the new
developement my enrolling in the new school should be re-evaluated, but
after a short phone call the school staff assured my parents that I would
be taken care of and they knew of a good doctor specializing in
allergies. No way out.



Chapter 3: Exile



So that fateful day finally came and my parents drove me to Marburg. You
might have a certain picture in your mind when thinking "boarding school",
a large campus with school and dorm buildings, basically a golden cage for
students. At least that was my frame of mind when I first visited the
school during the evaluation week. But the truth was somewhat
different. Sure, there was a campus, but it exclusively contained the
school facilities and administrative buildings, the dormitories were
scattered all around the city, with some only a stone's throw away from the
campus and others so far away that the students had to take the bus to come
to school. That was done to accommodate the vastly varying levels of
disability, while at the same time allowing them to feel less cooped up
than in a "standard" boarding school setup.



Marburg is a very "hilly" city, with lots of rises and climbs, and when we
finally reached my now home, appropriately called "At the vineyard", I was
speechless. The house was an old one, previously owned by one of the many
student fraternaties that still existed in Marburg, and spontaneously
reminded me of a small castle, leaning against a forested hillside. I've
never seen anything like it before. The layout was interesting as well, it
had three stories, where the first and third floor were student dormitories
and the middle floor held three flats, where some of our minders
lived. When we entered the first floor, my mind was blown. I felt like
entering a knightly hall, a polished wood floor creaked under our steps,
wrought iron handrails were practically everywhere and the view over the
city, when we finally reached the third and topmost floor, where I was to
live from now on, was simply breathtaking. As if to spite my gloomy
thoughts, the weather had turned and it was a bright and sunny day again,
and I could practically see across the whole city, straight to the old
castle situated directly opposite my new living place.



Since I was one of the first to arrive that day, I had the privilege of
choosing my own room out of six or so single and two double
bedrooms. Having spent most of my life sharing with my brother, I fulfilled
a fantasy of mine and finally got my own single room, complete with a
fantastic iron-framed bed. One of my minders asked if I really wanted to
keep it, since it was scheduled to be phased out, but I found it extremely
classy and contrary to what the minder said, it was incredibly comfy. What
I did not know at the time was that it would creak like crazy with more
than one person on it. My parents and I started to sort my belongings
(including a huge stack of as-yet unread books from my fathers library)
into the ample storage spaces scattered acros my room, which was another
small surprise. When I thought "dorm", I thought "small, cramped, musty
rooms", but this was just awesome. I had a huge window with an excellent
view on the castle, the double bedrooms even had access to a wrap-around
balcony that encircled two-thirds of the house. The day sped by in a blur,
with families and kids coming and going, a visit to the school campus where
the headmaster adressed all the new arrivals, and suddenly I was there,
sitting alone in my room, feeling both totally excited and at the same time
totally alone. So I went to the telephone and tried to phone Karin, but her
Mom cut my call short, saying she wasn't home, but she'll leave a
message. Not exactly knowing what I wanted to say in the first place, I
just stammered that I'll try again later and hung up. Then it was time to
meet the gang. Our minders herded us all into the living room and I got to
know who was sharing my "exile". The dorm would later enjoy quite a
turnover as students left for whatever reasons and got replaced, but there
were a couple people who would remain with me for a long, long time to
come.



First there was Jennifer, or Jen, with short, black hair and a fiery
temper. At first glance you might have mistaken her for a boy, always
wearing jeans ans baggy football sweaters that easily concealed her frame,
her whole behaviour screaming "tomboy". She liked driving shotgun in fast,
open cars, enjoyed football (the european kind, also known as soccer) and
generally reminded me a lot of my brother, very cheery, always ready for
some mischief. She was the exception to the rule that blind kids usually
were the shy, relaxed kind. In the beginning, she would annoy the fuck out
of me, but over the coming months and years, we would become fast friends.



Next up there was Steven, who immediately struck me as the "rich
brat". Most of his luggage consisted of a massive stereo system and tons of
CDs, two computers (I had to leave my beloved C64 behind, as well as all my
toys, due to insistent wailing of my brother) and a crapload of other
stuff, including his very own larder of sweets and soft drinks. His parents
obviously feared that he would starve away from home. Not that we was in
any danger of that, lugging around a sizeable, chubby frame. He and I
enjoyed a very rocky off-and-on friendship, since he was the only dude in
my immediate vicinity who had ready access to some video games, but it
deteriorated often into a cold, simmering grudge when I again and again
realized what a self-centered prick he really was. I never actually learned
how bad his eyesight really was, since one day he could play his PC without
problems, but the next he used braille script for his homework.



Then there was Claire, a petite girl with long, dark tresses. I still get
goosebumps when I remember her, she had the most amazing blue eyes I ever
saw face to face. And she had a boyfriend, which I found out a couple of
days later when I took her out for a slice of pizza. Before my turbulent
time with Karin, I was extremely shy around girls, but that changed to the
complete opposite when I came to Marburg, and I thought that doing stuff
with her would be exciting. So I dragged up all my knowledge of teenage
dating rituals (of course gleamed from Kirstens stash of magazines she left
me when she got collected) and invited her out to a date. Well, the whole
affair fell flat once she mentioned how droll this all was and that she
preferred to hang out with her boyfriend than some random "kid". Mind you,
she had just turned 14. And so she swept from the pizza store, leaving me
to collect my shattered pride and pay the bill for both our
pizzas. Bitch. She also was the first "casualty" of our group, and I was a
witness in the proceedings. But more on that later.



The last person who would stick with the dorm for any amount of time was
Bianca. She was a lot smaller than me, not much taller than 5 feet, she
sported long, dirty blonde hair and she had the biggest tits I've ever seen
on a girl. Not even the kinky magazines prepared me for that view. As it
turned out, we lived relatively close together before coming here, but she
went to another boarding school. As I soon found out, she was a gossip with
a nasty temper and a mean streak, but the view of her boobs made for
excellent wank material.



There were others, but they don't impact the story in any meaningful way,
at least not until much, much later. The next day school slowly started,
with our minders escorting us to school, so we could learn the way. It was
dead simple. Down one steep hill, past two other school dorms, across a
street and up another hill. The region where I came from was pretty flat,
so getting to school the first day nearly killed me. Our classes were
organized by disability levels, my class was the only one that year to use
conventional, printed text, while the A and B classes were braille
users. To my dismay, I recognized many of the kids in my class from the
evaluation week and knew that I was in for some trouble. My fears were
confirmed within the first week. Obviously, I was far too eager to learn
for the tastes of my class mates, who labelled me "dweeb" soon started
teasing me in many annoying ways, from a generous helping of pollen in my
desk to flying blackboard sponges during breaks. It was a nightmare. I
actually liked school, apart from math, and being punished for being good
at stuff was seriously fucking me up. One of the changes from my old school
was that I had to go to school on Saturdays too, and the first Saturday in
Marburg was extremely painful. We had Biology first and our teacher showed
us around the school gardens, which was barely doable for me, even under
heavy medication. Weeds and flowers were everywhere and I tried my best to
follow her explanations, but was mightily relieved when we were about to
return to our class room. Suddenly Kathy, the only girl in our class, came
to me, hands behind her back, giggling. I was instantly weary, she was one
of the kids responsible for my torment. Widely beaming she exclaimed "hey,
present for you" and flung a huge load of blossoms, grass and seeds right
in my face. Something snapped in my and blindly lashed out at her. She
evaded my fist with a screaming laugh and went back to the rest of the
pack, while I stood there, messed up, snot and tears freely flowing. I
fumbled my way into a bathroom, cleaned up the mess as best as possible and
went back to class, fuming inwardly. Another blow like that, I vowed, and
i'm going to rip someone's head off.

The next lesson was maths, and here everything was thankfully quiet,
because I wasn't the only one with sub-standard math skills, at least
according to our teacher, who mercilessly drilled us to find out where he
sould start his curriculum. Needless to say, he buried us under a lot of
homework - he was the first teacher to do so, but he said from the get go
that there would be no honeymoon season for any of us and we should start
pulling our own weight. The last lesson was set aside for supervised
homework, which I dreaded the most. Our supervisor was a mild-mannered,
old, blind teacher in charge of all three classes, so he had to shuttle
between our classrooms and left us to our own devices for extended periods
of time. Time my classmates spent with making my life hell. It took only
five minutes after the teacher left, before the first, fully soaked
blackboard sponge hit the back of my head, splattering chalky water all
over my stuff. The missile was accompanied by a dude, Manuel, jeering
"Wanted to hit a girl, ey, dweeb?". He always had a huge attitude, probalby
to compensate for his five-foot frame, but I was beyond caring. I had
enough. Shaking with rage, I grabbed the sponge, my voice cracking as I
screamed obscenities at Kathy, then flinging the sponge so hard, it knocked
the glasses off her face. Then I jumped acros the row of desks that
seperated Manuel and me, grabbed him by the front of his shirt with one
arm, hoisted him up so my and his nose were face to face and punched him
heavily in the face, my knuckles heavily connecting with his cheekbone, the
shock driving his head into the wall behind him, his legs frantically
thrashing.

"One more word" I growled, punctuating every word with a punch at his body,
"and I'll kill you, understood?" I had my fist raised for another blow,
everything was quiet for what seemed like eternity. He stared at me,
wide-eyed, trembling, with a bloody lip where he bit himself during my
assault. I was stunned as well, I didn't realize how strong I've actually
become in the last couple months. Everybody stared at us. My rage was
spent, I wanted to sit down somewhere and cry my fucking eyes out, so I
slowly let him down, almost gently and fled from the classroom, past our
supervisor. I spent the rest of homework supervision locked in a bathroom,
too afraid to get out. Only after the bell rang, I dared return to the
classroom and collect my stuff.



It's not that hostilities ended overnight, but we all came to an
understanding. Ironically, Manuel became my first, and for the longest
time, best friend.



Before heading back home that Saturday, I again hit a bathroom and
exchanged my spoiled shirt with a spare from my sports bag and made the
trek back up to the Vineyard. Who needs school sports when you have to
resort to mountain climbing on your way home? The way TO school was rather
easy, since it was mostly downhill with a modest climb back up on the other
side to reach the campus, but the way back home was quite a trip. Net
result: I became very fit very fast, especially with all the duties our
minders started to pile on us. Shopping duty, which mostly required hauling
up supplies for eight from the local supermarket with a hand cart, and
kitchen duty. I began to dislike them both, although I rather went shopping
than do the dishes. Oh, and there was "water duty". Thankfully, our
drinking water got delivered up to the Vineyard by truck, but someone had
to haul the water crates up the steep flights of stairs. No elevator. I
earned a lot of favors by volunteering to do that chore.

Sorry for the detour. I managed the trip back home in record time today,
still fired by the adrenaline coursing through my body. I zipped up the
stairs, greeted the minder on duty and went to my room, plopping down on
the bed. I felt at the same time like a conqueror and also very, very
stupid. Sure, Manuel had been a dick since the moment he saw me, but he was
smaller than me and if my Dad taught me anything about brawling it was
"don't mess up those weaker than you". On the other hand, I left a mark,
literally, and hoped that I got cut some slack from now on. While thinking
along these lines, the phone rang. If I got called, it usually was in the
evenings, so I presumed this call wasn't for me. A few moments later Jen
barged into my room (a bad habit of hers which will lead to some
interesting moments later), shouting that there was a girl wanting to speak
to me. Now I was really puzzled. Apart from my parents no one had my phone
number. Imagine my surprise when I heard Karin on the other end of the
line. She sounded like she was laughing and crying at the same time.

"What's up?", I asked, really at a loss for words.

"I'm bleeding, you lucky bastard" she sobbed. Not quite there yet, I
stupidly asked

"Anyone hit you?"

"No, stupid. My pussy is bleeding. You didn't knock me up. Thankfully".

"Where are you?"

"Oh, just a phone booth away from home. Couldn't call you there."

From there, our talk turned pretty harmless. She asked how my time at
Blista turned out (awful, at least until now), if I had a girlfriend yet (I
said "maybe", referring to her, of course, which she didn't quite get) and
if we could meet sometime, which I couldn't answer at all. In return I
asked her how her siblings were (dreadful), how life was at home (even
worse since she came back from our place) and that I missed her terribly,
which cracked her up no end. The phone call ended with her whispering
"maybe meet you soon", which got me very excited.



The next couple of months drifted past, with me slowly, painfully adjusting
to living with not one, but seven siblings. The highly structured dorm life
and the demanding work at school left me precious little time to
socialize. In fact, I spent most of my free time exploring Marburg, since
being with seven other people, nine if you counted our two minders who were
on duty every day, was putting a strain on my sanity. So I wandered the
city for hours on end and really fell in love with it. Marburg is pretty
old, the castle in the center of town dating back to the 11th century AD,
its university is famous since the 16th century, and it escaped the bombing
raids of WWII rather well, so there were many old buildings to look at and
the old botanical garden became a favourite haunting place for me. I've
always wanted to visit London and have a walk through the infamous british
fog, and the old botanical gardens in November came pretty
close. Ironically, directly across from it was another Blista dorm where I
would meet my first "real" girlfriend.



But first, there was a bit about Claire I wanted to tell you. Our dealings
after that botched date went down to the bare minimum, usual dorm
life. Calling her to the phone when her boyfriend called or doing the
dishes together, nothing more. I still liked to picture her naked and have
a good wank to that image, but I knew what a rotten egg she was, which
dialed down her sexiness factor quite a lot. In the first six months, we
were allowed to visit our parents every second weekend, if we so
wanted. Driving from our village to Marburg was a two-hour-affair, and my
Dad said that he could manage it about once a month tops, with due notice,
so he may shuffle his job time around, which didn't bother me that much
after the trouble with my classmates died down. Claire, on the other hand,
had a much longer trip to drive, but her boyfriend came up every Weekend to
hook up with her. When I first met him, I was flabberghasted - he was
ANCIENT, speaking from the point of a recently-turned-13-teenager. Jen
later told me that was about 28 or 30 or something, she was soon sick of
being locked out of the room she foolishly chose to share with Claire and
enjoyed teasing me with dirty details she got from her room mate.



One Sunday evening in late October I was laying on my bed. I just came back
from home, with a couple new books (a gift from my dad) and a new, rescued
porn magazine (a lucky find in the old newspapers) next to me on the bed
and happily wanking away to the picture of two beautiful, short-haired
girls going at each other. I could have sworn that one of them looked a bit
like Karin, except that her boobs were way oversized. But hey, who lets
little details like that come in the way of a nice, sensuous wank? I was
getting a good stroking going, when the door opened, Jen came in and closed
the door again. Inwardly I cursed, no time to get my clothes right, no time
to pull the covers up. But I knew her eyesight was absolutely zero, so I
just kept lying down, my cock standing straight up. She dropped her bag
next to the door and with three quick steps she reached the foot of my bed,
felt around for the bedframe and plopped down next to me, sighing heavily.

"Locked out again?" I asked. Claire and her boyfriend couldn't lock the
door, since we were not allowed to have keys to our rooms, but they could
very well cram something underneath the door handle. Here in Germany, most
doors have a handle, instead of a turning knob, so just plunk a high-backed
chair (or an adjustable office chair, which we all had, standard issue)
under the handle and you effectively locked the door.

"Yeah, I just had a three-hour train ride, I'm stiff, I'm sticky and I
can't even get my shower stuff!" she cursed, throwing her hands up in
exasperation. When they came down, she leaned backwards, intending to break
her movement with her outstretched arms behind her back. Her right hand
landed smack dab on my dick.

"Dude, what are you doing?" she asked, incredulous, her hand not budging.

"Well, pretty much relaxing" I said weakly.

"You relax with your cock out?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Well, not everytime, but rubbing my cock actually relieves a lot of
tension". I sounded like some stupid educational movie. Jen beamed
brightly, wrapped her hand around my cock and nearly yanked it out of its
socket.

"Like this?" she asked. I winced audibly.

"No. That's what you call "castration"" I growled, just having read an
interesting scene about how harem guards were made on the trip here.

"Sorry, sorry..." she stammered, pulling her hand away. I winced at the
slowly receding pain, and then I got a wicked idea.

"Since you can't go to your room right now anyways, why don't I show you?"

Her mouth fell open, I literally heard the gears whirring behind her
forehead, and with a shit-eating grin she said

"Fuck, why not? Why should Claire have all the fun? What do I do?"

"First, keep it down. No need to tell the whole fucking dorm what we are
doing here." By then, I was sitting upright, my molested cock slowly coming
back to life. I helped her out of her jacket and shoes and had her crawl
onto the bed and told her to prop herself up on one side. I blocked my door
as well, just in case, and slipped on my sleeping gear, a loose-fitting
shirt and short pajama bottoms, easily readjustable if anyone came
looking. Then I joined her on my bed, pulled my pajama pants down, took her
hand and stopped. No need to freak out this cutie, I thought and I gently
asked "Okay, how much do you know?"

"Well, obviously, I know that I have a pussy and guys have dicks, but apart
from yours just now I've never been close to one."

"Okay, we'll take it slow then, okay? If there's anything that freaks you
out, say stop and we'll stop, okay?" Yup, a lot of "okays" in there. I was
pretty nervous too!

"Get your foot off the brakes, how do you relax by rubbing your cock?"

"Like girls relax when they rub their pussies."

"They do?"

"You don't?"

We both started giggling hysterically. That was just fun on so many
levels. Being the knowledgeable one was awesome, but Jen was so much more
relaxed than Karin, even when we were just cuddling, a strange urgency and
intensity seemed to ooze from her. Here it was all in good fun.

I placed her hand on my dick, and she promptly began to let her sensitive
fingertips explore my hard piece, her grin getting wider by the second.

"This is awesome, hard and soft at the same time. Does that feel good right
now?"

"Everything feels better than having your prick ripped out, darling" She
fired a slap in the general direction of my voice, hit my shoulder and
giggled. It was the most girl-like I've seen her so far, and I really,
really liked that.

"Okay, now what?"

"Well, to relax, a boy encircles his cock with a couple of fingers" and
here I grit my teeth, because her grip closed around my dick like it was
some weapon hilt, I slapped her hand, she relaxed and continued "GENTLY"
and replaced her fingers around my dick, indicating by pressure on her
fingers how much I wanted.

"Oooookay, now what" she grinned at me. I resisted the urge to kiss her
fully on the mouth and instead led her hand into a gentle stroking motion,
while explaining how sensitive the whole apparatus was, especially the
tip. Having someone else's hand do the stroking again was very, very
soothing, watching her face was even better. I saw determination to make up
for her earlier blunders, but also dawning awe, and her grin was really
infecious.

"I can feel your heartbeat through this" she breathed, amazed. Then "Hey,
you're pretty agitated right now, hm? Your heart beats really fast!"

"Yeah, you are making me feel so fucking awesome, girl" I breathed back. I
noticed her hip gently squirming on the bed, but I wasn't sure if I should
ask to return the favor.

"What else do you do with this? Apart from pissing and rubbing of course?"
she asked, never letting the questions come in the way of the stroking. By
now she wasn't repeating my initial motions, but instead her hand freely
explored my shaft from base to tip, and that little devil actually started
to tease me. Realizing that some movements made me shudder and tense or
even moan, she unexpectedly varied her stroking. Quick learner, damn
it. Then her thumb rubbed over my glans, swiping up some of my - as I
recently learned from a teenage mag - precum. I winced inwardly, knowing
full well that this wonderful handjob would come to a crashing end. But she
surprised me. She cocked one eyebrow, brought her wet thumb to her nose,
sniffed and then licked the drop off her finger, even smacking her lips
afterwards. My mind was blown.

"Nice! That's what guys mean when they talk about "cumming?""

"Close, yes."

"Doesn't taste bad."

"Well, apart from pissing and masturbating, we have sex with that thing. We
put it in women's pussies. Or their mouths", I added sagely.

"Really? What do the women say about this? Isn't that gross?"

"You just tasted it. Was it gross for you?"

"Mind if I try again?" I was thinking that she would swipe her thumb across
my glans again, so I foolishly said "sure, go ahead."

Her head bent down and a second later her tongue slobbered around my glans,
and I fuck you not, she actually said something like "hmmmmm, nife" around
the head of my cock. I debated if I should let her continue, her lips and
tongue feeling heavenly on my tool, but I reasoned that freaking her out by
drenching her in my imminent cum was no way to start off a longer-lasting
friendship, so I gently ruffled her hair and said "hey, come back up
please"

Her eyes sparkled when she looked back up, her hand still gently stroking
and slightly twisting my dick. I moaned, then said:

"One important detail: When guys come, it's usually a lot more than just
the couple drops you just licked off me."

"Okay? Are you coming now?" Her pace quickened and I had to muster some
serious self-control. Just thinking about my math homework did the trick
and I could breathe again.

"If you had kept your lips around me, I might have blasted it all into your
mouth. I don't know if you would have liked that" I said. Her head moved
close to mine, her lips touched my ear, then my cheek, her nose brushed my
nose and then our lips met for a gentle, electrifying kiss.

"Sweet of you. How do I make you cum without my mouth?" She again sported
her bright grin and I flopped down onto my back, one hand caressing her
back through her pullover. She pressed her spine against my hand, much like
a cat would do, and I told her to use both hands, one on the shaft, one -
GENTLY! - on the balls beneath. She chuckled and did as I said, gently
caressing my sack while giving me an excellent hand job at the same time. I
felt my balls boiling and one hell of an orgasm incoming, so I yanked my
shirt up, that my chest and tummy were bare, flopped back down, growled
"aim for the tummy" and gently started my own fucking motion into her
hand. With an incredulous "really? aim that thing?" she bent it upwards and
after just two or three hard fucking motions I tensed up and shot one hell
of a load, one spatter even hitting my chin. I never came that hard before,
not even Karin could make me blast like that. My hips bucked a couple of
times, but she never let loose. The last spurt dribbled out of my glans
onto her hand, and again, she brought it up to her face, first sniffing,
then licking.

"So, this is cum, ey"? she said, thoughtfully. "I thought it would be more
unpleasant. Maybe next time I'll let you come in my mouth. And dude", her
fingertips followed my now deflated cock into the sticky mess on my tummy,
"you really should get cleaned up before dinner!" She swiped her fingers
across my tummy, licked them clean and then climbed lithely over
me. Slightly groggy I righted myself and trotted to the sink every dorm
room had. "Can you wait just a bit while I get this sorted?" I asked.

"Yeah, but please hurry. I think I'll have a date with my pussy now. And
mind if I borrow some of your towels? And soap?".

My cock stirred and now it was my turn to give her an incredulous look as
she quickly left my room. It would take two or so years until we would
continue this.



Well, another huge detour, sorry about that. The thing about Claire was
that she got caught, by me, being screwed by her boyfriend a couple weeks
later. It was the classic number. Sunday evening, phone rang, I answered,
it was Claire's mom. I went to the room she and Jen shared. It was quiet,
so I gave a short rap, flung the door wide and stopped dead in my tracks,
the phone on an extendeable cord nearly

dropping from my hand. Claire was kneeling on her bed, ass high up in the
air, her 28 year old boyfriend naked and screwing her brains out. No clue
which hole he used, but he gave me one priceless, openmouthed gape while
his ass was still humping her, flesh slapping against flesh. A nano-second
later, one of our Minders who wanted to answer the phone at the same time
as I came up behind me. I heard her sharp intake of breath, put the phone
into her hand and ran. I wasn't shocked, no. I had to get a door between me
and them to keep from laughing hysterically as the screaming
started. Caught in the act by a minder. They were fucked, literally. He was
banned from ever entering the premises, probably got a lawsuit too, and
just about a month later, Claire was sent packing as well. Turns out he
must have used her pussy on that fateful day and knocked her up. Somebody
say "Karma is a bitch", please.



Chapter 4: Drunk and dirty, part one



November came and went, and by now the weather got really fucking ugly. It
was cold, snowy and sometimes we even were excused from school because the
truck distributing the thawing salts couldn't climb up the incline to our
house. By that time most everyone had settled in, and I was really jealous
to see that Steven had actually nabbed himself a girlfriend, six-feet-tall,
very curvy Anja. I still have no clue what she saw in him, especially since
he treated her like his personal assistant. I really felt sorry for that
beauty. Manuel and I were becoming fast friends by way of music. He
introduced me to the wonderful wide world of HEAVY METAL. Before, and that
seemed to have been one of the points irking my fellow classmates for some
reason, my musical horizon consisted of stuff I knew from the radio or
mixtapes Karin made me. But when Manuel played "Violence and Bloodshed" by
Manowar on his huge stereo, my world was rocked - literally. Next up was
"Pleasure Slave", by the same band, and since even back then my English was
very good, I pretty much got the lyrics on the first go and was laughing
hysterically at the end of the song. The more I discovered, the more I
liked the stuff, especially the very melodic, very epic longtracks by Iron
Maiden ("Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son" springs to mind) or the immensely
theatrical performance of one King Diamond moved me deeply. School went
well too, except for math, where I just didn't make it. The last test
before Christmas vacation netted me my first F grade in my entire life, I
was devastated, especially since the rest of my grades was pretty damn good
overall. Skipping that year in my old school must have left some bigger
holes than both I and my old teachers expected.



I was happy when I returned home for the first extended holiday since my
arrival in Marburg, looking forward to some peace and quiet and hanging out
with my brother. That feeling got knocked down a peg when my parents
announced that we would do a grand tour of our relatives and family friends
that holiday season, which would consist of endless hours driving between
our village and several neighboring towns, deathly boring chats with
Aunties and Uncles that I only saw once or twice a year. And the kicker was
that we were to spend New Year's Eve at friends of my parents', who were
truly blessed when it came to children. They not only had one oldest son,
who was about my age, but a set of twin boys my brothers' age and recently
got another set of twins, girls this time. And I knew how this would go. My
parents and their friends would get roaringly drunk and we eldest kids had
to mind the smaller ones. For at least two days. Not my idea of fun. I
asked if maybe I could spend New Year's Eve at Karin's place, and my mom
actually thought it would be a good idea, what with Karin having had such a
hard time recently. I shot her a quizzical look and she told me that Karin
ran away from home in mid-November, went missing for two full days, until
the police found her halfway between her town and Marburg. That was some
news to me, but neither Mom nor her sister suspected that Karin could have
tried to flee to me. So Mom made a phone call and arranged things.



I really was looking forwards to Christmas Day, because we would have lunch
at my Gran's place, and I knew from experience that her presents always
were the best. So, squirming with anticipation (at least I was), we piled
into the car and started our relative-visiting odyssey. To my surprise,
instead of awesome presents I just got at least two dozen sets of new
clothes from all my relatives, and every time I got that "nah, now you're a
grown up, here are some grown-up presents, isn't that a nice sweater?" The
visits with Aunties and Uncles were killing me, as expected, and I must
have dozed through most of the holidays, because suddenly there I was on
the threshold of Karin's house, my duffel bag over my shoulder and a
slightly trembling hand hitting the door bell.

Karin's Mom opened the door, sighed and said "hey, it's you. How you're
doing?"

I made pleasantries, said hello to Karin's Dad and got swamped by her two
siblings. Sophie, a lithe 11-year old with gorgeously long blond hair went
straight at my hip and crushingly hugged me. Her brother David, age 6, with
a curly explosion of brown hair on his head, shuffled up to me. He looked
at me with tired, old eyes from his small face and asked, slowly "Hey uncle
Chris, whassup?". I knew he was ill, but the medication they used to treat
his diabetes was really taking the fight out of this poor dude. I ruffled
his hair, gave him a high five and turned to my aunt, wondering aloud "And
where's Karin?"

"Your cousin is grounded until further notice. Do you know what kind of
embaressment this girl is to us? Having to call the police? Having her
delivered to our doorstep by a police car?! What will the neighbours
think?!" I was speechless, her tone wasn't that of a concerned mother,
rather she sounded like an angry headmaster or a noblewomen whose
manservant spilled something on her expensive dress. Not at all joking I
asked "But she may receive visitors, I presume?"

"Sure, go ahead, maybe you could talk some sense into that head of hers."
So I went up the first set of stairs, passing between the parental bedroom
and bath and the room the younger siblings shared, and climbed up the
dangerously creaking ladder to her room in the attic. I swung open the
trapdoor and she looked at me, totally dumbstruck.

"What the fuck are YOU doing here?"

"Hi sweetie, nice to see you too!" I replied, grinning. Then more gently:
"You didn't know I was coming?"

"No. No one told me."

I shook my head, not believing what was going on here. I hauled myself
fully into her room and pulled her into a crushing embrace. I was super
happy to see her again after all this time, and after a small eternity
where she just hung on my shoulder, she started to hug me back, tears
welling in her eyes. In memory of the day when we nearly fucked for the
first time I licked a tear off her cheek, and just as she was starting to
feel me up, her Dad hollered that she get her ass down in the kitchen to
help her mother fix dinner.

"Is it always like this?" I asked while she was already through the
trapdoor and halfway down the ladder. She shushed me and galloped down the
stairs. Slowly, I followed her, intending to keep her company in the
kitchen, but then Sophie ambushed me, her hand lacing with mine "Come, play
with me!" and with that she yanked me into the room she shared with her
little brother. David was sitting on his bed, absentmindedly leafing
through a comic book, while Sophie had me sit on a bean bag chair and
started to introduce her sizeable Barbie collection to me, gleefully
explaining which ones her Mom took away from Karin and gave to her. After
having paraded every variation of Barbie made in the last seven or eight
years before me, she plopped onto my lap and started to braid the hair of
one of them. And then she started to grind her bum into me, very
insistently. I thought I was going to die. What was up with that girl? I
excused me and went to the bathroom, faking a piss, then I traipsed down
and entered the kitchen. Going into a walk-in freezer would have been more
pleasant. Mother and daughter were fixing dinner together, but you could
see the sparks and daggers passing between them every time they made eye
contact.



Dinner was very, very strange. I tried to brighten the mood with stories
from school (fun ones, no sex of course), but it was very obvious that
something was very, very off in this house. Dad munched his food and
grunted acknowledgement at my stories, Mom was doting over David and the
two girls were having some kind of kicking contest under the table, until
Dad hit the table with the flat of his hand, nearly toppling our glasses in
the process.

Sophie piped up "She started it!", Karin opened her mouth to protest and
Mom cut her off with a slash of her hand. "Shove it" she snapped, "I don't
want to hear anything from you, young lady". I wished by now that I should
have tried my luck at babysitting the other kids. I had no idea how weird
it was going to get.

The rest of the evening, thankfully, went much smoother. After helping with
the dishes and being showered with praise by my aunt for being such a
well-behaved guest, compared to that tramp of her daughter, Karin, who was
silently sobbing by now, and I retreated into her room, where we fixed my
bed for the night. It consisted of an air mattress and a couple blankets,
and seperating her bed and mine was the trapdoor. Sneaking over to her bed
was out of the question, the floorboards ot the attic creaked like a choir
of lost souls, and so we spent most of the night just exchanging whispered
tales of what had transpired during the months we didn't see each
other. After being grounded for some minor misdeed she started a silent
rebellion by not answering when her parents yelled her down, reasoning that
if she was confined to her room, that nothing short of going to the toilet
should allow her to come down. Her dad nearly beat her senseless that
evening, telling her to shut that smart-ass mouth of hers and do what she
is told. After that, she grabbed a handful of stuff and fled, until the
police caught up with her and dragged her back home. I told her she needed
to tell someone, but with a brittle laugh she said there was no one she
could trust enough. Outwardly, it was the perfect family. Happy parents,
happy kids, or else. I tried to console her as best I could, but then her
Dad hollered up that we should keep the fuck silent and sleep already,
which we did.



The next morning came and my aunt took me aside and confided that they were
kind of in a pickle. She and her husband were invited to some posh New
Year's Eve party, but she couldn't arrange for a babysitter and if I would
mind looking after the kids, being the only responsible person in the
house. Hoping to take some flak off Karin, I readily agreed, and so, at
around 4pm, her parents, all glitzed up in tux and cocktail dress, gave me
a slip of paper with a phone number, about a hundred in cash (for being
such a great sport) and left me in charge of the house. I had no idea that
the person in charge was somebody entirely different.

Karin, who had watched the proceedings with a stony face, breathed an
audible sigh of relief (or dread?) and went up to look for her siblings. It
didn't take long before she and her little sister were at each others'
throats, arguing about whether Sophie had to in bed by seven or not and
having to bath beforehand. When I joined them, Sophie suddenly relented,
innocently grinning at me and saying "all right, I'll be a good
girl". Karin gave her a quizzical look, but didn't question her lucky
break. Later that day I helped David administer his medicine, and shortly
after that, at around 6pm, he announced that he was tired and wanted to
sleep. I tucked the small, frail dude in and asked him how he was. "It
sucks having them argue all the time, it really wears me out" he said. I
ruffled his head, he gave me a thankful smile and was out like a light just
a couple seconds afterwards. As soon as I was outside the kids' room, I
heard Karin call my name from the master bath. I opened the door and Karin
and Sophie were standing in the shower, hot water running off their bodies,
a pile of soaked towels between their feet.

"Can you get us some new towels? Ours slipped into the shower and are
totally soaked!" She told me where I could find new towels, so I went to
the shower and started to collect the towels the girls gave me. I threw
them into the bathtub, went into the master bedroom, got new ones from the
wardrobe and came back into the bathroom.

Sophie turned her sweet smile up to me and said "Karin, show him".

She shrieked "Are you crazy?"

"Show him, or I'll tell mom what you did with her brush the other
day!". With that, Sophie snuggled her wet body against her sister and
started grinding her bum into Karin. To my absolute amazement, Kirstens
hands travelled down the front of Katrins body, pinching her small nipples,
then converged over her pussy. The smaller girl spread her legs and gave me
a hungry look as Karin inserted a finger into her and began to fuck her
with it, rubbing her sister's clit with her other hand. Sophie threw her
head back, writhing against her sister and moaned audibly, her small frame
rocking gently as she impaled herself greedily on her sisters' fingers,
never breaking eye contact with me, until she shuddered through a visible
orgasm.

"Huh, that was nice as always, sis. Thanks!" With that, she stood on
tippy-toes and sucked Karin's nipple between her lips, giving an audible
smack and rubbing her palm on Kirstens pussy. Then she skipped out of the
shower, came to me and wrapped herself into a towel and off she went. Karin
still stood dripping under the shower, her face screwed up. I gently placed
a towel around her shoulders and she melted against me, softly sobbing.

"Is it always like this?" I asked.

"Only when our parents are away" she whispered, then her arms came around
me, she wrapped one leg around my waist and pulled me into a bone crushing
embrace, smothering my lips with her own. I helped her out of the shower
and dressed in our sleeping gear, we checked if the kids were
alright. David was dead to the world, gently breathing in his bed and
Sophie said she wanted a good night hug so she could sleep. Karin gave her
a half-hearted peck on the cheek and said "lets go".

"I want a hug from Uncle Chrissy too!" the girl piped up.

"And what if uncle Chrissy doesn't want to hug you?" Karin snapped back.

"He will hug me or I'm gonna tell mum." Karin visibly flinched and I said
"no problem, a hug won't hurt."

I bent down, snaking my arms around Katrins neck and gave her a fatherly
peck on the forehead. "Sleep tight, little devil" I said, only
half-jokingly. She gave me the most dazzling smile I've seen yet, pressed
her lips on mine, her tongue pressing against my firmly closed lips.

"Meh, you're no fun!" she pouted. I just tucked her in and said "sleep
tight now".

After this scary episode I thought it would be a good idea to cheer Karin
up. Since her parents weren't expected until 3 or 4 am the next morning, I
thought "fuck her grounding" and I suggested we hit up the luxuriously
furnished living room and watch some movies. She agreed and expanded the
plan by raiding her parents liquor cabinet, producing a shiny bottle of red
wine.

We turned on the VHS, plopped in Star Wars, cuddled next to each other and
enjoyed the first bit of peace and quiet since my arrival nearly 24 hours
earlier. Sometimes I caught her looking at me, smiling brightly. Her arm
went around my head and pulled me close and we kissed a bit. Then she
disentangled herself, refilled her glass, checked if I needed some too. I
didn't, it was my first "controlled" exposure to alcohol, and I didn't want
to get too drunk too fast, so my glass was still rather full. By the end of
Star Wars, I was nursing my second glass of wine, Karin just drained the
rest of her third, By now she was pretty tipsy and deceided we should watch
"Dinner For one", an old comedy staple here in Germany, that's customarily
watched on New Year's Eve. She refilled her wine glass for the fourth time,
poured me the rest and after toasting we kissed heartily. When we came up
for air, we deceided to fuck the movies, go up to her room and have a
proper reunion. Up in her room we were out of our clothes in a flash and
ended up furiously making out on my bed. She ended up on top of me,
grinding her pussy on my dick again, her mouth pressed onto mine, my hands
were kneading her butt cheeks, then she broke our kiss and giggled
heartily.

"What, you want to have a go again?" I asked, being a little tipsy myself.

"No, silly, I've learned my lesson last time. And I'm still not on the
pill, you have seen her. She'd rather sell me into slavery than let me have
any fun." she replied bitterly. I hungrily kissed her, drawing my
fingernails across her back which made her moan into my mouth. Panting, she
came up for breath again, smiling wickedly.

"But that doesn't mean I can't suck you dry tonight" she purred and swiftly
turned around, so we were laying head to toe. She hungrily took my cock
between her lips and I started licking her pussy, driving my tongue in
circles around her clit while still caressing and kneading her bum
cheeks. She moaned loudly, pressing her sex onto my face, trying to get my
tongue as deep into her as possible while at the same time giving me one
hell of a licking and sucking. I guess if she weren't that scared of
getting pregnant, we would be fucking like rabbits by now. I must have been
hitting all the right buttons inside her, because her moaning took on an
urgent undertone and her hand and mouth were going more frantic than ever
when suddenly Sophie piped up.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?!"

We froze, totally shocked. My cock deflated between Karin's lips and we
slowly disentangled ourselves. Sophie was sitting on the lid of the trap
door, stark naked, one hand between her legs and grinning brightly.

"That looks like fun. Show me!"

"Get. The. Fuck. Down!" Karin growled, as she crouched, ready to pounce on
her sister.

"You know, Mom would be highly interested in what you're doing to Uncle
Chrissy's pee pee..." Sophie purred, climbing fully up into the attic and
flopping down onto the bed, wantonly spreading her legs. I couldn't believe
what was happening here. And then Karin sighed loudly and asked "Will you
let us be if I show you?"

"Depends on how fun it is" Sophie purred, giving me one smouldering look
that sent chills up my spine and caused my dick to fully deflate. Karin
crawled between her sisters' legs, sighed and started licking her
pussy. Sophie's eyes nearly popped out and very soon she was humping
Karin's face, moaning. Despite myself, I felt my cock rising again. For
months now I have wanked to that picture of two girls going at it and here
it was happening, right in front of me. By now, both girls were sighing and
moaning, and I crept closer to get a good lock. Suddenly I felt Katrins
hand brushing my dick.

"Hmmm, that looks nice" she purred and wrapped her fingers around me. I was
actually thinking to let this little monster wank me, thank you, red
wine. The whole situation had an effect on me, and her small fingers
writhing around my dick didn't help. Soon I was leaking pre-cum.

"How's that taste?" she asked, wrapping her legs around her sister's head
while looking fascinated at my dripping prick.

"Salty"

"Want me to lick it?"

"No, he doesn't" growled Karin, attacking Sophie's pussy with renewed
vigor. Sophie grabbed her sisters' head and ground her pussy on Karin's
muth, going "Oh, oh, oh" and having an obviously awesome orgasm.

"Much better than you rubbing me there. We should do this more often, sis"
she purred, snuggling against Karin, who looked very pale and very
sick. Sophie disentangled herself from her sister, crawled over to me, gave
my dick a nice squeeze and said brightly "alright, and next time I'll do
you."

With that, she hopped downstairs and left us. Needless to say, we didn't
try anything that night. Karin and I spent at least one hour under the
shower, me trying my darndest to console her, she furiously washing herself
over and over again. While outside merry fireworks were going off, we were
laying on my bed. Karin was crying herself to sleep and I felt totally
wretched. Had there been anything I could have done to prevent this? What
will happen now? Mentally running in circles, eventually I drifted to sleep
as well. The next day my parents picked me up just after breakfast. I
barely had time to say goodbye to Karin, since Sophie was butting in,
demanding good bye kissies and hugs from me. When I went up to their room
to say good bye to David, she blindsided me again in the hall, jumped up at
me, threw one arm around my neck, kissed me wildly and rubbed her free hand
on my dick through my trousers. I wanted to throttle her. Instead I gently
set her down, extricated me and went up, saying a last good bye to Karin,
leaving her as I found her two days earlier, staring sadly out of her
window. With promises of calling her regularly, I left, heavy hearted. Not
the kind of New Year's Eve that I had hoped for.



The really scary thing is that just a couple weeks later, Karin
vanished. When I wanted to call her, her Mom just said Karin wasn't
available. I tried nearly every day in January, until they obviously
changed their phone number. When I asked my Mom what happened, all I got
was "We don't speak about Karin". No one in my family has ever told me what
happened to her, not to this day, which scares me no end. There are three
likely possibilities. Maybe she finally found someone to confide in and was
given a foster family that actually cared for her. Maybe Sophie, that
little bitch, told on her and her parents kicked her out. A less likely
outcome, since that would have brought my involvement to light as well, but
no one in my family mentioned anything along these lines. And the third,
and most scary possibility is that she put an end to it herself. I'll never
know, and that saddens me deeply. I have tried all resources, Google,
Facebook, old mutual friends, calling around the family in hopes someone
let something slip - nothing. As if she never existed.



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