Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 12:29:44 -0800
From: J Richards <jrichards777@gmail.com>
Subject: Amberlee's Sweet Discovery, Chapters 1-3

Amberlee's Sweet Discovery

--Chapter 1: Afternoon Heat--

Amberlee watched through the blinds in her upstairs bedroom, nervously
waiting for the mailman to arrive.  It was a sticky hot summer day, and her
thin tanned body was pressed against the cool wall of her room, nearly
twitching in anticipation.  Amberlee had just finished her freshman year of
high school, and it was the first week of summer vacation.  It had felt so
amazing to be free at last, so in a state of celebratory intoxication she
had spent nearly two months of her allowance money online on a special gift
for herself that no one else could ever see.

Now, as she waited in a frenzy for the package to come, just as she had
waited all afternoon the previous few days, she wondered if she had made a
mistake.  A sudden paranoid terror wrenched through her gut as she imagined
the consequences if her mother or father intercepted the package.  Even her
overly inquisitive older sister might find a way to disrupt the poorly
constructed scheme.  Amberlee felt fresh beads of sweat form on her smooth
forehead.  She ran a hand through her thick dark brown hair, trying to
reassure herself.

"Mom and Dad are downstairs watching TV, so they wouldn't even hear the
doorbell ring," she said to herself.  "And Nicole is out back
sunbathing--no wait, she went out with her boyfriend earlier.  So as long
as she doesn't get home all of a sudden, I'll be fine."

Amberlee sat down on her neatly-made bed, figuring that she could relax for
a few moments before resuming her vigil.  She ran her hands up and down her
lean thighs and tried to calm down.  Because of the intense heat, she was
only wearing a pair of gray short shorts and a pink tank top that barely
covered up her flat taut stomach.  At fourteen years old, her breasts had
not fully developed, and barely filled out the B-cup bra she normally wore.
But due to the awful heat wave that had swept in that June, she hadn't even
bothered to wear a bra.  She felt comfortable enough walking around the
house in just her shorts and a thin tank top, because Nicole, her eighteen
year old sister, usually wore about the same.

Neither of their parents seemed to mind their daughters' scanty clothing
around the house, so long as the girls looked decent in public.  It was out
in the public domain where Amberlee and Nicole's mother had developed a
series of rather authoritarian rules.  For instance, Nicole had not been
able to date boys until she was sixteen.  This strict rule had kept the
older sister out of enough trouble and had been readily passed down to
Amberlee.

So Amberlee was still a virgin that summer--she hadn't even been able to
kiss a boy yet.  There might have been plenty of chances to break her
mother's rules in secret, but Amberlee was too shy and well-behaved to try
her luck.  There were a lot of boys in her class that she wouldn't mind
surrendering to, but she was terrified of them and what they might do with
her body.  And yet, so many conflicting urges were building up in her young
body, that she felt like she was going to explode.  This is what led her,
one night when everyone else was asleep, to sneak online with her gift
credit card and order from a website she shouldn't have even known about.
The scandalous act had filled her with such terror and excitement that she
had stayed up in bed for several hours afterwards, panting and trembling in
guilty glee.

Amberlee stood up suddenly at the sound of footsteps on the driveway below.
She peered out the window and nearly shrieked in terror at the sight of her
sister Nicole returning early from her date.  Nicole and her boyfriend had
been at the beach as usual, so Nicole was barefoot, wearing a red bikini
top and a ragged pair of cut-off shorts.  She looked up at the house and
saw Amberlee peeping down at her.

"Hi sis!" she called loudly, waving a hand at the upstairs window and
smiling.  She had on a pair of brown-tinted sunglasses, hiding her exotic
green eyes.  Amberlee had always possessed a jealous lust of her sister's
body.  It was a beautiful long frame that always seemed to draw boys'
attention.  In addition to perfect bulging breasts and a tight round ass,
Nicole had muscular but slim arms and legs and gracefully curving hips.
She looked like a model in some ways, but with more presence and an
aggressive air.  Just by looking at her, most boys knew she would be
amazing in bed--and of course, she was.  Not that Amberlee knew this, since
her sister had always been reluctant to talk about her exploits.  Amberlee
had no idea how many boys Nicole had been with since her dating prohibition
had lifted, but she assumed it was at least in the double digits.

Amberlee watched her sister closely as she made her way to the front door,
appreciating the view of Nicole's nearly-bare body in motion.  As usual
when she thought about things that she wasn't supposed to, Amberlee felt an
irritated itch course through her body.  She wriggled her hips a few times,
trying to dispel the sensation, but it lingered and continued to torment
her.

When Nicole had disappeared from sight, she resumed her watch for the
mailman, desperate now for him to come.  Suddenly her door slammed open,
and Amberlee whirled around to find Nicole brashly strolling in.

"How many times do I have to tell you," Amberlee screamed, nearly in tears.
"Don't come in without knocking!"

Nicole laughed and plopped down on Amberlee's bed.  "It's not like you're
doing anything private.  Why are you up here by yourself anyway?  It's so
damned hot in this house."

"None of your business," Amberlee huffed, blushing deeply.  She turned away
from her sister and back towards the window.

"You really need to get out more.  Aren't any of your friends doing
anything this summer?"

"I dunno."

Nicole ran a hand through her short spiky hair.  She was planning to attend
beauty school now that she had graduated from high school.  Her hair was
always immaculately styled, with vibrant colors splashed among the
dyed-black locks.  She looked over at her sister's tense body, wondering
how her thin frame would develop in the coming years.  As it was now,
Amberlee looked amazing, if a little bit underdeveloped.  Her skin was
smooth and fair and her limbs thin yet supple.  Nicole did not have to use
much imagination to picture her little sister naked, since Amberlee had
been strolling around the house without a bra the last few days.  Her
growing breasts stood out in stark constant with the thin fabric of her
t-shirts, and her round pink nipples were a constant source of curious
fascination for the older sister.

But Nicole banished her idle speculation with a sudden shake of her head.
She figured it was the heat and her fatigue that was making her think
strange thoughts.

"Well if you're going to be a bitch, I guess I'll go hang out somewhere
else," she said, getting up from the bed gracefully.

Amberlee turned and looked back at her sister for a second, feeling the
close presence of the other warm body in the already too-stuffy room.  She
smelled a strange mixture of sweat, saltwater and perfume coming from her
sister, and the itchy discomfort flared up again.  All these familiar
scents wee mingled with some strange odor as well.  Amberlee suddenly
realized it could be the lingering evidence of afternoon sex.

"I'm sorry.  I've got something on my mind," she stammered.

Nicole left without saying anything else and gently closed the door behind
her.  At the exact moment Amberlee turned back to the window, she spied the
decrepit old mailman already halfway to the front door.


--Chapter 2: The Package Arrives--

Amberlee turned from the window in a panic and bounded from the room.  In
the hall outside her bedroom, she collided with her sister and the two lean
bodies gripped each other suddenly in surprised confusion.  Nicole realized
she had a hand on Amberlee's bony hip and another on her slim sticky
forearm.  She hesitated, but did not withdraw her touch.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked, her green eyes gazing down at her
younger sister, perplexed.

Amberlee, only three inches shorter than Nicole, squirmed away from her
grip and her penetrating stare.  She attempted to remove herself from her
sister's tight hold, but couldn't escape.

"Nothing.  Let go!  I just remembered something I have to do."

Nicole finally released her, and Amberlee brushed past to go downstairs and
answer the door before the mailman knocked.  She flung the front door open
just as the mailman's hand was raised to strike.  He seemed completely
taken aback at the sudden appearance of barely-clothed, beautiful teenage
girl.  His eyes lingered as they roamed across her body before he could say
a word.  He instantly noted the budding curves of her breasts under the
damp tank top and the semi-erect nipples straining outward at the center of
each tender mound.

"Um, hello miss.  You here to get the mail?"

"Yes, yes.  Just give it to me."

He handed her a small bundle with a bewildered look, his old wrinkled gaze
trying to pierce her downcast, long-lashed brown eyes.  She snatched the
parcel and assorted letters from him and slammed the door.

Amberlee looked around suddenly, to see if Nicole had heard the exchange.
Then she tossed the letters down on the entry table and retreated
stealthily upstairs with the package half-hidden under one slim arm.

Once safely in her room, Amberlee shoved a few piles of clothes at the base
of her door to try and prevent another sudden entrance from her nosy
sister.  In a rush, she sat down on her bed and looked at the package
timidly.  It seemed innocent enough: simple brown paper with her name and
address neatly printed in the center.  There was no return address.
Without further hesitation, Amberlee tore open the wrapping and revealed
her prize.

It was a thin black dildo, about six inches long.  She removed it from the
shredded box tentatively and placed it on her pillow at the head of the
bed.  Amberlee sat cross-legged in front of the strange object and
nervously rubbed her thighs.  She wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"Maybe I should wait til later," she whispered to herself.  "When everyone
else is asleep."

She had touched herself before, because she knew that's what girls
sometimes did.  But she wasn't quite sure how it was done.  After she had
applied a few gentle strokes between her legs and her tender little cunt
had gotten moist and sticky, she had gotten too afraid to continue.  She
was scared that someone might be able to smell it on her hands when she was
down at the table for dinner.  So when she had felt that itching sensation
across her thighs and down under her slim butt, she had tried to ignore it.
Or just wiggle and shake until it went away.

But now she had finally devised a solution.  Hopefully after that night,
she would have found a relief from the constant torment of arousal.  She
had read several forbidden websites detailing the practice of using dildos,
and it seemed simple enough.  A small part of her had been brave enough to
consider asking Nicole for advice, figuring that her older sister might
have used a sex toy at some time in the past.  But the idea was quickly
rejected in an overwhelming flood of shame and fear.

For all Amberlee knew, only perverted girls experimented with their bodies
before they had a chance to get naked with a boy.  Maybe what she was doing
was horribly wrong and forbidden.  That was the cause of all her secrecy.
Even her sister, with whom she shared so much, could never be allowed to
know the depths of her shame.

By the time Amberlee had decided to put off experimenting with the dildo
until later that night, she had already worked herself into such a state of
frenzied arousal that her hand was shaking as it picked up the dildo with
the intention of returning it to its box.  Without thinking, her other hand
began to slowly caress her slender thighs.  Her slim delicate fingers
worked against the smooth tan flesh until the urges became unbearable.
Then her fingers slid up a little further and rubbed the small bulge of her
hip bone.  By now, Amberlee's hips were rocking slightly, forward and
backward, and her breath came in small pants in the stifling hot air.

She set the dildo back down and got up from the bed, trying to cool her
sweating body in the still air of the room.  She realized the blinds were
still open, and closed them with a quick slash of her hand.  Then, in and
effort to cool her burning skin, she slid her gray cotton shorts off her
slender hips and down her legs to the floor.  She stood there in the empty
small room in just her pink bikini-cut panties and that tiny pink tank top.
A full length mirror sat on the other side of the room, and she admired her
nubile body in the same glass where she had so often prepared her
conservative clothes for school.

Amberlee felt wild all of a sudden.  Like she had felt that time last year
when no one else was home and she had snuck into Nicole's room to try on
her sister's lacey underwear.  She had taken off all her clothes and slid
on set after set of frilly matching panties and bras.  With a tingling
sensation coursing all through her body, she had laid down on her sister's
bed and squirmed around on the sheets, brushing her trembling fingers all
up and down her electrified body.

Thinking of that past adventure made her even bolder.  With her eyes still
locked on the mirror in front of her, Amberlee pulled her tank top over her
head and tossed it to the floor.  Her perky firm breasts stood out boldly
in the darkened room.  Her nipples were curiously erect, and she gently
caressed each, enjoying the pleasurable sensation.  Then she slid her
thumbs under the elastic waist of her panties and pulled them with
agonizing slowness down to the floor.  She crouched on the floor, now
completely naked.  With curious stilted movements, she spread her legs
before the mirror and bent forward to examine the pink hairless lips of her
pussy.  A faint gleam of sticky liquid seemed to be oozing between the
folds, and she had to restrain herself from caressing the unfamiliar organ.

Then, with her breath coming in ragged gasps, Amberlee scrambled over to
the bed and grabbed the shiny dildo.  Kneeling before the bed, with her
naked ass outthrust and gyrating almost of its own accord behind her,
Amberlee clenched the dildo firmly and brought it around to line up with
her aching pussy.  Over her shoulder, she watched herself in the
full-length mirror.  Her lush brown hair cascaded over one naked shoulder
as her brown eyes gazed boldly at the reflection.  The foreign black dildo
slowly inexorably made its way downward towards her shaking behind.  Then
she felt the round plastic head brush against her waiting lips and she
inhaled sharply with a sigh.  She nudged at the folds of her cunt gently
with the dildo, amazed at the intensity of the pleasurable tickling.  Then
she began to apply gentle pressure, letting her lips separate to admit the
intruding object.

Amberlee was slow and careful.  Her pussy was incredibly tight, as it had
never been penetrated before, not even by prodding fingers.  Her body felt
like it was on fire by the time she had worked the first inch of the dildo
up into herself.  She felt the walls of her cunt pulsing against the smooth
plastic dildo, swollen and slick with excitement.  She still watched
herself carefully in the mirror, completely aroused by the sight her
self-violation.  Just as she began to work the second inch of the dildo up
into her quivering pussy, there was a sudden thump against her bedroom
door.

"Why the hell's your door blocked?" Nicole called from the other side.

Amberlee froze in terror, unable to decide what to do.  She pictured her
sister entering any second now to find her naked and masturbating.  She
couldn't event hide or cover herself up, she was so paralyzed with
indecision.

"Well, come on.  It's time to eat."

"Oh my god," Ameberlee whispered, suddenly realized that it was already
five o'clock.  Her family always ate dinner at the same time every evening,
but she had been so consumed with her self-exploration that she had
completely lost track of time.

"Be right there," she managed to blurt out, her hand still frozen under her
trembling ass, and the dildo still halfway inserted into her wet aroused
hole.

Then she pulled the dildo out, threw it under the bed, and ran around the
room looking for suitable clothes to cover up her flushed trembling body.
Suddenly, Nicole was banging on the door again.

"What's taking so long?  C'mon!"

In a panic, Amberlee pulled on a discarded pair of khaki shorts and the
same tank top she'd worn earlier, not even having time to first slip on
some panties.  Then she kicked the piles of clothes out of the way and
flung open her door.  Nicole was standing there in her bikini top and
cut-off shorts, leaning against the door frame with her hips thrust out to
one side suggestively.

"What were you doing this time?  Getting into trouble?"

Amberlee's face was completely red, and she couldn't meet her sister's bold
gaze.

"Nothing!  Leave me alone."

She scampered down the hall to the kitchen, while Nicole watched her
swaying behind.


--Chapter 3: Interruption and Final Release--

At the dinner table, her mother and father acted innocent as usual, but
Amberlee felt that every glance was an accusation, particularly her
sister's sly smiles. Amberlee was terrified that they could smell the
excited juices still seeping out of her pussy, and she cursed herself for
not finding a pair of panties in time.

"So what did you do today, Amberlee?  You didn't stay home all day again
did you?"  her mother asked sharply.

"I didn't feel well," was all Amberlee could say.

The itching agitation refused to leave her body, even overshadowing the
terror she felt at almost being caught in the act.  Her tiny butt squirmed
in her seat, and she rubbed her thighs together under the table, trying to
relieve some of the maddening sensation.  She began to eat in small bites,
hardly able to force anything into her churning mess of a stomach.

"Well, what did you do, Nicole?" their mother asked, mercifully turning her
attention to the older daughter.

"Oh, the usual.  Sunbathed for a bit, then went to the beach with Damon."

"I've been meaning to say something to you," her father chimed in.  "Well,
to both of you girls really.  Our backyard isn't quite as...secluded as it
used to be.  I don't want you girls wandering around out there the way
you're usually dressed in here."

Amberlee's eyes were locked on the unappetizing plate in front of her.
With one hand she clenched her fork tensely while the other sat on her lap
underneath the table.  She had it balled up in a fist, determined not to
give in to the urges to touch herself.

"Oh come on," Nicole exclaimed.  "I'm out there all the time, and no one
ever sees me.  Hell, sometimes I even take my clothes off.  I hate tan
lines."

"That's horrible," their mother chided.  "Who knows who could be watching?"

Amberlee tried to follow the conversation, but only bits and pieces flashed
into her head.  Her fist had unballed against her will, and two inquisitive
fingers had started prodding at the stiff khaki fabric covering her crotch.
She kept trying to listen.  When Nicole mentioned being naked, Amberlee's
pussy suddenly quivered, almost with a mind of its own, and her excitement
seemed to redouble.  Her fingers began to press more insistently, and she
squirmed even harder in her chair.

"May I be excused?" she suddenly asked.  "I feel really sick."

Both mother and father looked at her intently.  Nicole peered sideways, her
lips half- curled in amusement.

"Well, you do look a little flushed.  Try to keep cool in this heat, will
you darling?"  Her mother said.

"Yes, thanks," Amberlee muttered, abruptly arose from the dinner table and
rushed back to her room.

Once inside, she thrust the clothes heaps back against the door, grabbed
the dildo out from under the bed, and collapsed onto her back.  She whipped
the khaki shorts off and flung her tank top over her head.  Without any
hesitation this time, she lined the dildo up with her swollen and soaked
opening and with shaking hands forced it in.  The pleasure was unbearable.
Her whole body arched upwards until only her feet and shoulders were still
touching the bed.  Then the dildo was all the way inside, and she felt the
side of her curled pinky finger brushing her spread sticky lips.  Her naked
body collapsed back onto the bed in a squeal of springs, and she began
working the dildo in and out of her barely- yielding orifice, just as she
had seen on the secret websites.

The blissful throbbing between her hips kept increasing as she sped her
thrusts with the dildo.  Amberlee slid her free hand up her sweat-slick
body under her fingers arched around the soft mound of her breast.  She
massaged it tenderly, then slid her fingers up to the hard nipple and began
pulling at it, causing it to extend and become even more erect.  By now the
springs of her mattress were creaking in a regular rhythm, and her tender
ass was bouncing up and down amid her frantic thrusts.  The ecstasy seemed
like it would continue forever, uninterrupted, when a chance brush of her
clenched fingers across her swollen and straining clit brought Amberlee
over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm.  She bit her tongue
desperately to prevent herself from screaming out in joy.  Uncontainable
hisses and gasps tore from between her clenched teeth until her body
stopped shaking and came to rest on the sweat and sticky fluid-soaked
bedspread.  The stifled breaths slowly converged into a wild satisfied
moan, and then a whine of exhaustion.  She pulled the sticky dildo from her
dripping cunt, and buried it under the sheets.  Then, with her naked body
spread limply across the beaten mattress, she passed out into a deep and
satisfied slumber.

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