Girl With A Secret

First time sex stories: Girl With A Secret. Author: Castlequeen. The story is including Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Written by women Genres. Where a girl discovers that telling her secrets can make a big difference!

First time sex stories: Girl With A Secret

Author: Castlequeen

My god, what a miserable experience. Senior Prom. A solid month of preparation, a two hundred dollar dress that will have me working for Mom all summer, a three hundred dollar pair of shoes that will see me enslaved to her postal/shipping/mailbox store until I’m fifty-six, and we can’t forget the ninety dollar haircut. What did I get out of it? A rather mediocre dinner, some nice dancing, a great picture and my now ex-boyfriend attempting to get me to put out. I’m not a prude, far from it, but it just wasn’t going to happen.

I’m still a virgin. Eighteen and still got my cherry. Why?
Did you want me to make something up? Or will the fact that “I haven’t met the right guy” be acceptable for you?

Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a lesbian. Yes, I did tongue kiss my friend Jenna at a party, but that was to split the twenty bucks the guys put up for the dare. Really. I’m not gay. Seriously. Don’t look at me like that!

The right guy will come along, I’m just not sure when. He’s got to be super nice, super gorgeous, and…he’s got to melt my heart.
I’m not holding my breath waiting. We’ll see what happens when I get to college, meanwhile, I’ve got work to do.

“Darcy! Grab me some more tape rolls!”

This was yelled by my brother Stuart. He’s my…boss when Mom’s not around at the store. I grab some more packing tape and toss it to him. My throw is poor, as usual, but his athletic grace allows him to make a nice catch with a full extension of his six foot two body. I signal first down and he laughs.

“If I could just get a better quarterback, I wouldn’t have to make so many sideline plays and we’d win more often!”

I take my rebuke with a giggle and get back to the books. He’s finishing up the last packages for the last pickup, and I get to do the paperwork for Mom. She’s not really that bad to work for, especially in the summer as we’re usually out of here by seven at the latest. It’s Friday, and it was pretty mellow. My plans involved an hour or two by the pool with a couple of cold sodas, a movie, and a decent night’s sleep. All my friends were out with their boyfriends, and being among the recently dumped, I had no place with them.

We finish up and instead of me having to bus it back home (I don’t get a car until I start college), Stuart kindly offers me a ride. Usually he’s out the door in a flash, so I catch a break.

“Why the ride? You’re usually gone the second we’re out the door?” I ask.

“Short version, Holly’s pissed at me. She’s at the movies with her friends and I’m home alone until she forgives me.” He looked depressed.

“What did you do?”

He grimaces. “I uh, was helping Mia. With a shoulder massage.”

“Holly knows you’re in school learning massage therapy, right? Why would she be mad?”

“Um, ’cause she hates Mia, and because Mia had a thing for me before Holly and I got together. Hence, the doghouse.”

It’s not nice to laugh, but I had to. “I’ll call her myself and put in a good word for you, I’ll just tell her you’re a real bonehead. You dolt.”

“Gee, thanks, Darcy, you’re so nice to me.” he said it sarcastically, but I could tell he was hoping my vouching for him would help. I’d do what I could, all things considered, he was a pretty good big brother.

“Seeing how you’re gonna be home tonight, you wanna order pizza? I was just going to nuke something, but if you’re there, we’ll get the whole deal, breadsticks, etc.”

He smiled. “You’re on, but please, let me pick the movie, I don’t wanna see a chick flick!”

PIzza was ordered and being eaten, the movie was a pretty funny comedy, and we were enjoying ourselves. It was still kind of warm so we were gonna hit the pool after the movie.

Bzzzt!!!!!! No movie. No lights. No power.

“Aw, crap. Hope it’s not out all that long.” I said.

“I dunno, if it’s something simple,it’ll be up quick, if too many air conditioners pushed it over the edge, it might be awhile. You want another soda? Let’s not open the fridge too often in case it’s out a long time.”

“Yeah, grab me one. Thanks!”

He came back a moment later, but not with the promised soda. He’s got a beer for himself and a wine cooler for me.

“Hey, underage drinker here, bro?”

“Yeah, right,” he grinned, “like you’ve never had one.”

“Okay, one or two, maybe. But let’s keep it our secret.”

After twenty minutes and another wine cooler, a neighbor popped over to tell us he’d checked with the power company and it was going to be about two or three hours. We thanked him, grabbed a fresh round of drinks, and changed into our suits and headed to the pool. It was cool by the water, and Mom and Dad had spared no expense on the patio furniture, it was very comfortable. We pulled our chairs to face each other and just started talking.

We get along great, but somehow we weren’t really opening with each other. it was odd, and I had the bright idea of challenging him to truth or dare.

“Okay, sis, I accept, truth or dare?”

“Truth!”

“Why are you out here with me, when two weeks ago, you were all set for prom with Nicholas?”

“He dumped me because I didn’t put out.”

He nodded. “I can’t get mad at that, but he shouldn’t have dumped you for that.”

“I’ll say. Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” he said with a wicked grin.

“Up to the top of the slide, toss a rock at Mrs. Willard’s window, get her attention and give her a full moon.”

The top of our slide had a perfect view of Mrs. Willard’s family room, and she was sure to be sitting there reading. He gave me a dirty look and climbed to the top of the slide with me right behind him to watch. He looked at me, and tossed a small rock at her window, she looked up and he flashed her. She gave us a look of indignation and opened her patio door to yell out “Hooligans!” and slam it shut. We about fell off of the slide we were laughing so hard.

“I’d forgotten how much fun it is to piss the old bat off!” he laughed. “Okay, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments. “Why didn’t you put out with Nicholas? I thought you already had.”

Not what I wanted to answer, but I’d been the idiot who suggested the game.

“I…..haven’t put out for him….or anyone yet.” I said in a small voice.

“Oh.” He looked stunned by the admission. “I mean, you were with Nicholas, and before him, Stephen, and before that, Bryan so I kind of assumed…sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” I asked.

“Well you seemed kind of embarrassed to admit it. Should have taken the dare, I was gonna have you swig from Dad’s Jack Daniels bottle.”

“Believe me, Stuart, there’s time I want to slug back Jack when it comes to sex.”

“Why would you want to when it comes to…holy shit! You’re not telling me you’re a dyke??”

I could only laugh at that. He looked half horrified, half excited at the thought.

“No, not a dyke, and if you heard that story about me and Jenna it was only to win the twenty bucks.”

“So…then why does sex give you so much trouble, sis? I doubt it’s lack of interest from the guys. Sister or not, my eyesight is fine, and you’re pretty cute.”

I sighed. “I wish we’d never started this stupid game. I wish the power was back on.”

He surprised me by reaching out and taking my hand. “Sis, it’s cool, you don’t want to talk about it, forget it then. You do know, however, that you can tell me anything. You know I won’t squeal to Mom or Dad.”

“You really want to know why I haven’t give it up? Really, honestly and truly want to know?”

He nodded. “Yeah, if you want to tell me. Only if you want to tell me.”

“It’s because…….I can’t get the right guy.” There, I’d said it.

He chuckled. “Well, so you’re waiting, not that big of a deal, actually kind of admirable in this day and age. That’s something to be proud of, you know.”

I shook my head. “You got it wrong. I know who he is, I just can’t.”

“What? If he’s got a girlfriend, wait her out, or heck, go beat her up, you’re tough.” He said that last smiling, but I wasn’t smiling back.

I know I wanted to be honest, but I couldn’t be! I started to cry and ran into the house and upstairs to my room where I flung myself on the bed in tears.

A few moments later he knocked gently on my door.

“Darcy? You okay? I’m sorry for whatever I said that upset you so. You know I wouldn’t be mean like that on purpose.”

No. He wouldn’t be. That was part of the problem. He was a pretty damn good brother.

“Darcy? C’mon, talk to me. I’m sorry, whatever I said, I apologize for it.”

I rolled over on my bed to face him. “It’s nothing you said, it’s nothing you’ve done, it’s what you can’t say or do that’s making me feel this way.”

“Sorry, sis, I’m confused here. Whatever it takes to make you feel better, I’d do it, you know that.” He was so genuinely concerned it was tearing me to pieces.

I looked up at him, tears cascading down my face like a waterfall.

“I haven’t been with a guy yet, because the very best man I know, the one I’d want to give myself to, I can’t have because he’s standing too damn close to me.” I blurted out.

“Huh? Is the guy one of your guy friends? Or is he-”

“He’s you, Stuart, he’s you. The perfect guy, the truly sweet man, the one I’d want to be with, the one I’d happily take in my arms, and he’s my own…brother. I am one sick person. That’s why I have issues with sex, okay? I’m a sick, perverted freak.”

I erupted in fresh tears and hugged myself tight and just wanted it all to go away. I hadn’t counted on Stuart being every bit the guy I’d wanted in life. He sat down on my bed and caressed my shoulders. It was agony because I wanted him to take me in his arms.

“Okay, that was a surprise to say the least. I honestly don’t know what to say, really. How…long have you felt this way?”