Rosemary’s Penis

She could be a real cow at times, my sister Lilian.
But when she was a bridesmaid at our cousin Carol‘s wedding, I had to admit, though only to myself, that she looked absolutely fantastic. After the ceremony, the two bridesmaids and the bride lined up for a photo and honestly you couldn‘t tell that Lil was seventeen. With her hair done up, and the make-up, and the dress with the low cut square neckline that showed the tops of her breasts swelling up with a cleavage, she looked just as old as Carol, though she was in her twenties. I guessed, though, that the cow was wearing a wonderbra. Her titties were never that big.

At the reception afterwards, she danced with one of the groom‘s friends. One of those old-fashioned dances where the man holds your hand up and puts the other hand round your back. He was a hunk. Dark blond hair, a knockout smile, just a little taller than Lil, so she could look into his eyes without straining her neck. And she did. Look into his eyes. I knew that look on her face. The cow was out to get him.

She always got the best of everything, Lilian.
When I was twelve and she was fourteen, Dad cleared all the rubbish out of the little room at the top of the house and that became my bedroom. It had a sloping ceiling and there was just enough room for a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a narrow bed. Lilian got the big room that we used to share all to herself.

She got that hunk at the wedding.
It turned out that his name was Ray, he was twenty and in the army, stationed in the barracks on the edge of town, just a couple of miles from where we lived. They started going out together. He could usually get a Saturday or a Sunday free, and would come round to take Lil out. Sometimes he wore his army greens – the shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up to reveal sinewy arms, the trousers tucked into shiny black boots, tight across the top, showing up his tight firm buttocks. Of course, I flirted like mad with him, but I was barely fifteen and he had eyes only for Lil. After they left, I went up to my room and locked the door.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror on the door of the wardrobe, slipped a hand up my sweater and fondled one breast through my bra. At fifteen, my breasts were full and round and the nipples were sensitive. I would take off my sweater and admire the swollen nipples clearly outlined, pressing through the thin fabric of my bra. I would slip a hand down and round my breast, making the cup fold down and my tit bounce out. I would watch myself in the mirror as I tweaked and rubbed the hard, pink nipple. Then I undid the bra clasp and leaned forward to let the bra straps slip off my shoulders. I loved the way my tits swayed and quivered as the bra slid off. I squeezed my tits together and up, creating a deep dark cleavage and worked my thumbs over the nipples, imagining that my hands were Ray’s hands, and teasing myself, because all the time my pussy was tingling, starting to leak drops of juice. I undid the button and zip of my jeans and plunged my hand down the front of my panties, cupping my aching pussy with three fingers, pressing my middle finger between my pussy lips, deep into the flesh, but not penetrating my hole. I dragged the finger up the length of my slit, wetting it with my juice and brushing my tingling clit with the tip of the finger, making me shiver. I held my finger under my nose and breathed in deeply, savouring my own aroma. I pursed my lips and slid the finger slowly into my mouth, sucking on it gently, wriggling my tongue around it. This is how I would suck Ray’s dick, I fantasised. I put my hand down to my pussy again and eased one finger, then two into my vagina, stretching the virgin hole with painful pleasure, pushing as deep as I dared. I pushed in and pulled out again and again, gathering speed. I rubbed and circled my swollen clit with my thumb. My legs felt weak and I fell back on my bed, rhythmically plunging my fingers in and out of my slippery wet cunt. This is how Ray’s beautiful hard dick would fuck my pussy. I rubbed my tingling clit mercilessly until it screamed that it could take no more, and exploded in a huge multi-coloured firework of orgasm.

Lil had been out with Ray all Sunday afternoon. She came home about dinner time, Ray had had to go back to the barracks. She had a sort of dreamy look, and a smirk on her face that you just wanted throw something at. I was a virgin, but rapidly developing into a woman, and I knew.
“Did Ray fuck you?” I asked, with a hint of venom.
“Don’t be vulgar,” she replied. “None of your snotty little business.”
But I knew. The way she said it, I knew. and I knew that it had been good. I almost burst into tears with jealousy. The cow always got the best of everything.

My dad liked Ray, and he soon became like one of the family. One Saturday, Ray took Lil out as usual, but for some reason, they came back early. They couldn’t get into the disco or something. Dad offered Ray a beer and the two started talking what men talk about – sport and cars and I don’t know all what. One beer led to another. Lilian, the cow, went into a sulk and flounced off to bed. The men kept yakking and swigging beer. I sat and pretended to watch TV but I kept sneaking looks at Ray. My pussy started to demand attention and my nipples started to swell and tingle. He paid no attention whatever. I couldn’t take it any more. As casually as I could, I stood up, said my goodnights and went to bed, where I masturbated like crazy until I fell asleep in ecstatic exhaustion.

The next morning, I slipped on my clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast.