Body Positivity

Literotic asexstories – Body Positivity by ReclaimingLostTime,ReclaimingLostTime Davy lay back in his Halls of Residence bed and stroked his morning erection. It was going to be his last orgasm in that bed, the last of many he was pleased to note, and not all of them had been courtesy of his practiced right hand. He’d not been a virgin when he went up to Newcastle University some nine months earlier, but he’d have hardly considered himself experienced.

Now he had several notches on his belt, and was thinking about the mind blowing sex he’d had with his girlfriend last night. It was the last day of the academic year and they were all going home for the summer and she’d come round to say goodbye, or for one last farewell fuck as she’d put it.

They had a strange relationship, not strange to them but to everyone else. They were perfect together, everyone could see that, but they had no romantic entanglement whatsoever. They were the very best of friends, friends with benefits, lots of benefits, ending up in each other’s bed after pretty much every night out.

Deep down, both probably knew they had found their life long soul mate, but for the time being they were content to hang out in a group, to sleep together, but without actually making it formal. They were going to be apart for three months and had sort of half planned to meet up somehow, although neither could work out the practicalities, living at opposite ends of the country, even one as small as England wasn’t going to make it easy, so both recognised that the benefits were going to be put on hold for a while.

Davy thought about her body last night, her delectable breasts, her warm, wet pussy, her lithe body and within minutes he was cumming, his spunk spraying over himself, his body screwed up in sheer pleasure. He cleaned himself up and got ready for the journey home. He was going back to his mother, his parents had divorced a couple of years or so ago and his father lived in Kent with his new woman. Davy got on well with his father, albeit at a distance, but he knew the divorce had rocked his mother to the core, a once lively extrovert, forced back within her shell, putting on weight and looking older than her age. She’d started to come out of it as he was leaving for university and by the Christmas and Easter holidays, she was starting to get her life together again.

It didn’t help that both he and his sister were away at university, she was a year ahead of him at Birmingham, and they both felt guilty at leaving their mother on her own, but she had some good friends around her and insisted that they couldn’t put their lives on hold just for her.

His father had forked out for a car for him to make the travelling between home and university easier, it wasn’t exactly a Mercedes sports, rather an oldish estate car, but it did the journey well. His plan for today was to drive to his sister’s flat in Birmingham, stay with her overnight, then for the two of them to drive down to Plymouth together. That was the part of the journey he dreaded, the M5, a notoriously crowded road at the best of times, even worse at the beginning of summer.

He finished loading the car and with one last look back at his room, he set off. The time passed easily and he was soon pulling up outside his sister’s flat. He eased myself out of the car and stretched. The front door to the house burst open and out barrelled his sister, A cry of “Davy!” and he was in her tight embrace, her body wrapped around his, full breasts pressed against his chest as she squeezed him to death.

They’d always got on, nary a spat between them in their teenaged years, and their parents’ divorce had drawn them even closer. He drew back and looked at her, “Looking fabulous Sis,” he said, meaning every word.

She ran her arms down his back and over his chest. “You too Bro’ where have these muscles come from?” Since rugby had stopped for the summer he’d been going to the gym, and even if he said so himself, his physique had improved. “If you weren’t my brother I’d….” she left it at that.

“Speaking of which, how is Phil?” he asked. Phil was the current boyfriend of several months standing, almost a record for her.

She waggled her hand in a so-so gesture. “We think it’s over, great sex while it lasted, but three months apart will probably see the end of it.” He commiserated, but she didn’t seem overly bothered. They went inside and up to her flat.

“I’m afraid it’s the sofa for you tonight, my flatmates are still here so no bed is available….unless you want to share?”

He looked at the sofa, it had seen better days, was barely a three seater and he really couldn’t see himself getting an awful lot of sleep. “Would you mind if we shared?” he asked tentatively.

“Well as long as it doesn’t turn out like the last time.”

He coloured up, not his finest hour, they’d shared a bed once before, promising to keep to their own side, and he had woken up, his morning wood poking hard against her backside, his hand under her pyjama top clasped round one very naked and very nice breast. Mortification on both parts, mostly his, but a few very nice wanks later on.

He held up his hand in a semblance of a scout salute, “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“And your cock?”

“And my cock.”

“It was a very nice cock though,” she finished impishly as they laughed.

-o0o-

It was great to see her brother again, and looking so hunky. When she’d felt his musculature she felt a monetary pang of regret that he was just that, and when she’d reminded him of their physical encounter the last time they shared a bed, a twinge in her pussy said she want to have sex with this man, but she pushed those thoughts away. He was her brother, she loved him to bits, but he was never going to be a mate, could never be.

They had a few drinks, then some dinner and then sat and caught up with their lives over the last term. He seemed to be well settled with Sarah his quasi-girlfriend, and she wondered why he didn’t just admit that he’d found the love of his life. She’d begun to think she’d never find anyone special, she’d had some disastrous relationships over the last couple of years, she loved sex, loved being with someone, but it just never seemed to last. She knew she was young still, but all her friends seemed to be getting into serious relationships, but all she could find were one night stands. She longed to feel a cock spurting inside her, and on the few occasions she’d not used a condom, it had felt so good.

They realised just how late it was, and with that journey ahead of them, decided that it was time for bed. She went into the bathroom and changed into her pyjamas, no panties, she believed in letting her body breathe at night, and it made getting herself off so much easier. She was an inveterate masturbator, if she couldn’t have a cock then her fingers would have to do and she thoroughly enjoyed it. But not tonight she promised herself, not with her brother in her bed, not after last time.

When she got back to the bedroom Davy was already in bed, she could see a tee shirt above the covers so she assumed he had some sort of shorts or boxers on. She got into bed, leaned over and gave him a kiss goodnight and switched the lamp off, turning away from him, hearing him do the same.

It was light when she woke, well half woke, her mind still somewhere half in a dream. She rolled onto her back and her hands went down to her inner thighs, running upwards, round her pussy and up over her stomach to cup her breasts. She could feel her nipples respond to her touch, they’d always been sensitive and she’d managed to give herself orgasms by just playing with them sometimes, and when they were kissed her pussy would just flood.

She could smell man in her bed, that mix of sweat, fart and something else, something that stirred her inside, made her want sex. Her hands went down to her pussy, cupping it through her pyjamas, then remembered why she was wearing pyjamas, it was her brother in bed with her and she wasn’t about to get fucked.

More than slightly disappointed she stroked her hands over her crotch, feeling a little tingle in her cloth covered pussy. She opened her eyes and looked over at Davy, he was facing her, his eyes shut, breathing regularly through his nose, still sound asleep. Dare she? She slipped one hand up under her pyjama top and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple, finding an immediate reaction in her pussy.

Her other hand slipped under the elastic and down through her pubes. Must do something about those one day, she thought as she encountered her clit. A couple of brisk circles round that, sending more twinges to her pussy, then on to her slit, her fingers parting her lips, easing down to her pussy entrance.

God how did she get so wet, she thought, her fingers feeling the slickness that had somehow built up. She pulled her finger out and raised it to her nose, sniffed then peered at it, wondering why that was such an instinctive reaction, worry about an early period perhaps, but all she could smell this time was her arousal, and she slid her hand back down.

Gently she toyed with her clit, enjoying the warm fuzzy sensation it was generating inside her, combining with the little jolts of electricity still running down from her nipples. She froze, Davy had mumbled and grumbled and rolled onto his back but seemed still fast asleep, snoring gently.

She began to stroke herself, sliding her finger up and down her slit, revelling in the waves of pleasure that coursed through her, and she began to think she might get away with squeezing one out before Davy woke. Up and down, round her clit, then back down and suddenly a finger was inside her and she gasped, a bolt of electricity running through her. Another glance at Davy, still lying quietly and she pushed a second finger in, curling upwards, engulfed with the wave of ecstasy washing over her. Wouldn’t be long now.

-o0o-

He’d woken slowly, dragging himself up from a deep, deep hole. He was lying on his side in a strange bed and then he remembered, he was in Cara’s bed, his sister. He half opened his eyes and saw her beside him. She was breathing heavily and he thought she was in a deep sleep when he saw her look his way, then furtively back again. He could see her hands moving under the covers and he wondered what she was doing. It hit him, she was touching her body all over. His cock was already hard and he rolled onto his back to give his hands easier access. She stopped momentarily and he thought she’d seen he was awake, but then she started again, he heard a little gasp and wondered just what she’d done to cause that.

His hand crept slowly to his cock, wrapping round it and he squeezed it, then began to slide his hand up and down. He risked a quick glance at Cara, her eyes were shut but he could still see her hands moving under the covers, his hand was sliding faster up and down his cock now, carefully so as not to be obvious, but he was finding it difficult as he was getting massively turned on by what he thought Cara was doing beside him. Between strokes he could feel the bed vibrating, could hear her breathing getting quicker, and he knew exactly what was causing it, making him doubly aroused. What was he going to do? Could he cum without her knowing? If she came first he’d probably have to stop, but he might just manage it if they came together or he came first.

Faster and faster went his hand and he was just beginning to feel his orgasm start to build when a voice beside him said, “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

It was out of his mouth before he could stop it, “Probably the same as you are if the vibrations in the bed are anything to go by.” That had blown it he thought, Cara had never been one for smart comments.

“Guilty as charged, and I’m really close. You?”

“Nearly there,” well he was until she’d challenged him, but it wouldn’t take long.

“OK, just don’t make a mess and keep your hands to yourself.”

There was silence between them, both focussed on the same objective but in different races, both actually aroused further by what they now knew was going on beside them. Davy’s hand was getting to be a blur now, rubbing himself furiously when there was a shout from beside him.

“Grab my tit, Davy!”

“But you said….”

“I know what I said, just grab my fucking tit will you.” Davy slid his hand over to her and cupped her breast in his hand, feeling the firmness that only young breasts have, the hardness of the nipple, when her body started to convulse as her orgasm swept through her. It was too much for Davy, and coupled with actually holding her breast in his hand, albeit through her pyjamas, his orgasm blew through him, his cock pulsing, spurting great jets of cum.

-o0o-

Cara lay back, sucking in great draughts of air, her body twitching as the last vestiges of her orgasm faded away. She could feel her brother still cupping her breast but she made no move to shift his hand, well not just yet, it felt right in some way. He’d cum, and cum hard by the sound of it, and she dreaded the thought of the state of her bed sheets, but they were coming off the bed today anyway, she’d make sure she was the one to put them in the wash as she didn’t want her mother to see the cum stains and come to the wrong conclusion. Not that there was a wrong conclusion, there had been plenty of cum in her bed, most of it pumped into her, but she didn’t necessarily want her mother to know the sordid details.

Davy was asking her something, “Do you usually start your days off that way?”

“If I can, it sort of sets the day up right. What about you?”

“Always. But we do need to be moving Sis, I don’t want to get caught in all that traffic if I can help it.” He removed his hand she felt a sense of loss.

“You go in the bathroom first, I need to clean it when we’re done. I can’t leave all the mess for my flatmates to clear up.” She watched as Davy rolled out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom, surprised to find that she’d replaced his hand on her breast with hers, a hand more to the point that was tweaking her nipple just as her other hand was on her clit. She felt her arousal return, she wasn’t normally one for multiple orgasms, but right now that was the way it was heading.

The shower went on and she knew she had a few minutes. Two fingers slid into her pussy, her palm on her clit and her fingers tugging at her nipple and she came again, feeling a gush of fluid squirt from her. Now it was her turn to make a mess, although this one would be confined to her pyjamas. She lay back and relaxed again, waiting for Davy to come out.

When he did he had a towel wrapped tightly round his waist, she could see a bulge in the middle where his cock was pushing against it and she wondered what it looked like, what it would feel like in her hand, in her pussy. Where had these thoughts come from she wondered, he was her brother, she loved him but not in that way.

-o0o-

Davy watched her go into the bathroom, she looked a bit flushed and if he wasn’t mistaken that was a wet patch at the front of her pyjamas. On the basis she hadn’t pissed herself, she must be a squirter he thought. One of his girlfriends had squirted when she came, initially it had been a turn on, exciting and different, but it rapidly became a nuisance. He dropped his towel and tugged at his cock a few times before getting dressed and packing up his night clothes.

He could see where she’d packed her cases and he began to fit them mentally into the space in the car when she emerged, her hair still wet, carrying her towel and pyjamas. To his surprise she was just in bra and panties and he tried not to look too hard. She caught him looking and grinned.

“After what we’ve just done I don’t think this is out of order do you? Anyway you’ve seen me in my underwear before.” It was true he had, but just not in such close proximity. Despite himself he could feel his cock start to stiffen and he turned away, starting to drag cases towards the door.

It didn’t take them long to get everything loaded, and with one final check around they left, heading down the M5. Initially the traffic wasn’t too heavy, then they got to Bristol and it was very slow, then opened up until they got to the Bridgewater roadworks where they came to a complete stop. Davy looked across at his sister, she was asleep, her seat belt tight across her chest cutting between her breasts, delineating them. He remembered the feel of her tit this morning and he felt his cock twitch. He gaze wandered down between her legs, seeing them parted and he wondered what her pussy looked like, was she shaved or not. About half his girlfriends had been, it made it nicer to lick them he thought, but there was something alluring about a neatly trimmed muff.

She stirred and stretched, accentuating her breasts. She saw his look, “Pervert!” she laughed, “Just ‘cos I let you touch one doesn’t mean you can look at them all the time.”

“I’m a man Sis, it’s built in to my DNA. And anyway, it was a very nice tit!” he mimicked her comment about his cock.

Finally they were pulling up outside their mother’s house. As they got out of the car, stretching after the long time sitting, the front door opened and their mother came out. Davy saw her, but could scarcely recognise her. Her hair was recently styled and swung about her head, thick and shiny. She was dressed in skin tight jeans with trainers and was wearing a tight white tee shirt that accentuated her full breasts.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at her, such a transformation since he’d last seen her ten weeks ago, “What’s the matter Davy, have I grown an extra head or something?”

“Mum, you look amazing, so much so I thought one of Cara’s friends was here to meet her. You don’t look a day over twenty and what have you done to your…” he was going to say body, but this was still his mother, “…self?”

“Gym three times a week, regular visits to the hairdresser, and some Body Positivity classes. If you’ve got it, flaunt it they say. I feel like a new woman.”

“Well you’ve certainly got it!” They embraced in a tight hug and he could feel her breasts pressing against him, could feel the tautness in her body and he had to remind himself again that this was his mother. She turned to Cara and they embraced, breasts pressing against breasts. They linked arms and went into the house, chattering away.

“I’ll unpack the car then,” Davy called after them sarcastically.

-o0o-

Jackie looked out of the window and saw Davy’s car pull up, both her children in it. Children? Yes they were, but they were both young adults now and deserved to be treated as such. She rushed out and saw them get out, stretching. How she’d missed them. Since her husband had left she been through the wringer, her life spiralling down, until she nearly hit rock bottom, only starting to find her feet again when she watched a programme on TV on self-belief. Something in that hour long documentary had resonated in her and she’d resolved to get her life back on track, if only for her kids.

She started to watch her diet, not necessarily cutting back, just being careful what and when she ate. She started exercising, finding it easier when Davy and Cara both went off to university, her time mostly her own. At least that no-good ex-husband of hers was continuing to support her, money wasn’t too much of an issue, and she’d got a little part time job to pay for the luxuries.

She’d felt better and better, and in the last couple of months felt that she was back on track, no, better than that, ahead of the game. She found some Body Positivity classes advertised and had been attending their meetings, it was a bit like Alcoholics Anonymous, only for those with low self-esteem. They’d taught her to love her body no matter what shape it was, not that hers was as bad as some of them. There had been talks on the type of clothes to wear, make-up etc. and she found she’d begun to look at life totally differently.