Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 09:12:41 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: No White Snow. Part One. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. My name, though of no consequence, is Julie Winters and the younger sister of April, though her surname now is Summers with her marrying Jack who was now my brother-in-law. How and why she married a man with that surname considering what hers had been, I never had the gall to ask her. They had been married for almost two years when first, my mother died and within a year, my father followed her. I was then seventeen years old and there not being any will written by my father, the house and any monies in the bank etc., was then passed onto both my sister and myself. Rather than having me living on my own, my sister suggested that I went and lived in her house and that the house could be sold to give us both quite a bit of money each. With me still having a year to go at college and being virtually broke, agreed to her suggestion, and so I moved in, though for that first year, I spent most of my time at my college and it wasn't until I won my diploma and left, did I really move into live with my sister and brother-in-law. I didn't know then of the desire that Jack, had of me and after being with them for three months, found out. April had gone up north to see how an aging aunt was coping, I was left alone with Jack, me having been told when I moved in to stop calling him brother and use his name. That first night in the evening with us being alone, he suggested that, instead of me cooking dinner, that we went out for that evening meal. He was the perfect gentleman then and after a lovely meal, we returned home and he suggested that we had a couple of drinks before bedtime. I'd already had half a bottle of wine and thought that a couple of more drinks would be okay, so said that it would be nice to round off the evening. Now I can't say if he spiked my drinks or not, but a lot of what happened I cannot really remember, only of what happened that night. I know I laughed a lot as we had our drinks and must have been given some kind of drug for when he pulled me into his arms as we sat on the sofa, had no objection to him kissing me. I must have liked it, with him really being the first man to kiss me and didn't even have any qualms about having his hand fondling my breasts as we kissed. Nor did I object when his hand went inside my blouse and had it push up my bra to release my breasts and have his hand massaging them. Nor did I stop him from taking off my blouse and bra for him to kiss and nibble at the nipples of my breasts. I think I enjoyed it for I stroked the hair of his head as he sucked on my nipples and didn't stop his hand from wandering down over my stomach and moved down under the waist of my skirt to have his fingers enter my pussy. I appeared to have enjoyed his fingers playing with me for I gave out a little cry when he pulled his hand out and didn't see him pull down the zipper of his trousers because he was still kissing me, and had him take hold of my hand and guided it into his trouser front that was now open. He pushed my hand inside till I felt his erection and hand him curl my fingers round that hard muscle of flesh and gently move my hand up and down on it. There is a gap in what I remember for the next that I knew, was that we were then lying down on the rug and I was no longer wearing my skirt but completely naked as he was. He was down in between my legs and had his tongue moving about in my pussy, licking and sucking on me with his tongue also exciting my clit. I gave out a cry when he stopped doing that to me as it was really exciting me, and had him start to kiss my stomach first before slowly moving up, kissing me all the way until he was kissing and sucking on my breasts. It was when he moved further up my body did I then feel the head of his cock enter me, rubbing against my clit as his tongue had done before he pushed his cock further inside me. he was by then, kissing me on the lips when he broke through my hymen and was the first man to do so and he turned me from a girl into then being a woman. It was a short sharp pain that I felt that was quickly dismissed as he filled me with his hard cock, with me feeling it really throbbing away as he then had his erection fully inside me, our pubes meeting when he could go no further. He was still kissing me as he lifted himself up onto his elbows and then began to move his cock back and forth inside me. I think I was then somewhat in a delirious state, for my arms went round his back and my legs seemed to have lifted of their own accord as he fucked me. His lips left mine as he lifted his head up as he really began to plough himself into my virgin meadow and had him cum inside me to many gasps from him as he did so. His body then came back down on top of me, squashing my breasts with his chest and kissed my neck, feeling his hot breath as well as feeling his cock still throbbing away inside me. We lay like this, joined together for several minutes before he lifted himself up and felt his cock start to slide out of me. When out, his hands came up under my arms and he lifted the top half of me upright and moved me round so that I was leaning back against the sofa. He straddled my body as he moved closer, his still hard cock waving in front of me, my eyes becoming mesmerised at seeing what had just been up inside me, shining with both of our juices. `Open your mouth Julie,' he said, which I did, and had him lean in closer and had the head pushed inside. It was hot and rubbery and could feel and taste both his cum and my own juices with my tongue. `Suck and clean it,' he said, his voice sounding as though he was miles away, and I did as I was told. Having it still throbbing away as I did as he told me, sucking, licking and almost chewing on the hard piece of flesh that I had in my mouth. I don't really know if I enjoyed it or not, for the next thing I could remember was being helped up the stairs to have him put me into my bed with me then falling asleep. * I woke up in the morning feeling ghastly with a pounding headache, a sore mouth and an itching pussy. I only had the vague memories of what had happened the night before and felt disgusted that I had let Jack fuck me as I struggled out of bed go to the bathroom. I made it just in time for I could feel the bile coming up into my throat and just in time made it to the toilet pan where I fell down onto my knees as I threw up. With my stomach then empty, got up by the basin and rinsed my mouth out before sitting down of the toilet for a pee before flushing that and my vomit away before going into the shower. I only felt a mild bit better after that, drying myself and putting on a dressing gown, still having this throbbing headache. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen where the medical cabinet was and got out and swallowed some Aspirins before putting the kettle on for some coffee to really wake me up. I staggered out into the dining room, a misnomer for it was really part of the open lounge, having a table, four chairs and a cabinet there. Jack came into the lounge, him too just wearing a dressing gown. `You look ghastly,' he said looking at me. `I feel it too,' I replied. `I don't know if it's what I had to eat or drink, or...or what happened last night.' `Well I enjoyed last night, didn't you?' he said with a big smile on his face. `Would you like to do it again?' `No. All I want is a cup of coffee and then go back to bed,' I told him,' and on hearing the kettle was bubbling away, went back and made two cups of coffee and leaving one on the table for him, took mine back upstairs and got back into bed to drink my coffee before going back to sleep. * It was late afternoon before I woke up again, feeling much better, only having a slight throbbing in my head which another two tablets would soon made it disappear. I had got dressed before going back downstairs for them and saw that Jack was watching the news on the television. `You won't tell April what happened last night, will you?' I asked, standing in front of the television screen to get his attention. `Good lord no!' he exclaimed. `She'd kill me and kick you out, but I would die a happy man with what we had together last night.' `Bully for you, for I don't remember much of it,' I said. And that was the only time that I had sex with him, for April returned soon after this conversation which made it impossible though I wouldn't have had him fuck me again anyway. * Winter was approaching fast and I got an invite to a party being held by those students that had been at the college at the same time as me. I had a taxi take me there and I had a good time and when it came to an end, I was offered a lift home which I accepted. Whether this was a mistake or not, I don't know. We were moving down past a local forest, with this fellow driving when he started running a hand up and down on my leg. I kept pushing it away until I could take no more of him doing this, especially when his hand came up under my skirt. `For fuck's sake!' I cried. `That's enough. I'd rather walk home,' and pulled the hand brake up hard, making the car swerve about on the road before it screeched to a stop. I quickly had the door open and got out. `Now fuck off,' I shouted at him before slamming the door and moving off down a small path that led into the forest. I was only on it for a few minutes, thinking that he might follow me and so turned off and moved further into the forest. Needless to say, I got lost. It was dark in there and I just kept stumbling on. My skirt got caught several times on some bushes, tearing it and I began to get frightened at what else might happen whilst in there. I soon found out, well not really then, but later. In my stumbling about in the dark, tripped over something and fell head long into a muddy puddle, hitting my head on a fallen branch and passed out. I learned later that I had lain there all night in this muddy water and almost died of hypothermia with it being so cold there. I had been found in the morning, covered in mud and shaking with the cold and in a coma. I had been carried to a cottage that wasn't far from where I had fallen and was washed and put into a small bed and watched over for three days until I came out from that coma and found a small man sitting there next to me.