Stacy’s Story

This is one for fans of erotica, rather than wall to wall sex. If you like it leave a positive vote and I might just let you have the second part 😉


My name is Stacy and this is my story.

A few weeks ago I turned 25. I’ve been told I’m beautiful many times through my life, yet I was still a virgin. It was certainly not through a lack of offers, men of all ages threw themselves at me. Men, and women, would pretend to be my friend and then suddenly they would be asking personal and sexual questions about me!

I’m not a prude or anything; I just didn’t want to throw away my virginity. At least that was the case when I had been younger. Now I was slightly ashamed of my virginity, people would say it was admirable but I felt like something was wrong with me as the offers of sex had dried up.

As I looked in the mirror the morning after my birthday I knew it certainly wasn’t my body that put people off. I’m around the 5 foot 3 inches mark, not tiny and not tall. My best feature, so I’m told, is my long and shapely legs. I am slender, not so slender as to be confused with a skeleton like some models, but certainly not chubby by any stretch of the imagination.

My firm calf muscles and thighs are very well toned considering how much exercise I’ve never done. I’ve always wanted an ass like J-Lo but instead it is small, compared to the excellent rear of the singer. Sitting atop my strong looking and firm legs and my ‘peachy’ (according to an ex-boyfriend) ass are my small hips and small waist, I also have quite small breasts. I’m not flat chested or anything, my breasts are still a good handful. It was unusual for me to look at myself for so long but I wanted to confirm in my own mind that I wasn’t off putting.

I sighed and forced a smile as I sat on the edge of my bed to pull my knickers up to cover my newly shaved pussy. The reason I kept it shaved was simple, on almost every porn film I watched, the girls always had either trimmed or totally shaved vaginas. I selected some unflattering track suit bottoms and a long white t-shirt that came down past my slender waist. I tied a ponytail into my longish blonde hair (my second best feature) My hair grows very fast until it gets to just below my shoulder blades where it seems to lose energy and stop, at the time it had been cut a little shorter so it was about an inch above my shoulders.

That night while my parents watched TV downstairs I chatted to some friends online. I don’t really go out much and, to be honest, I don’t have many friends. I could have a full messenger list except to keep some people happy I’d have to lose some clothing (and some self-respect).

This night I was depressed, I felt like I was the only person who was alone, certainly the only person who was a virgin. I made excuses and turned off the messenger. As so many nights before this one I sank back into my bed and cried.

I was sat on my bed; I had pushed my computer table back against the wall. When I go on the P.C I pull the table towards my bed, then prop myself up with pillows so my back isn’t always strained, I have a small bedroom so I need to get creative. It only contains my single bed, computer, single wardrobe and TV. When I push the computer table back it makes my room look a bit bigger and enables me to lie back on my bed and see the TV.

Tonight though the TV was off, I sat at the head of my bed with my head back on the pillow. I was deep in thought when a knock at my door startled me.

I must’ve jumped a mile!

“Come in”, I said, trying to sound less upset than I felt, although my voice cracked and betrayed me. My brother walked into the room and looked towards the computer, evidently expecting me to be using it.

“Hey Stace, I wondered if I could…” his voice trailed off as he looked at me.
”Are you ok?” his voice was softer now.

“Yea, fine, what were you after?”

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m ok I’m just….” My lip quivered slightly and my eyes dampened. “I’m…” my voice cracked again.

“Oh come here”, he said, despite the invitation he came to me and hugged me tight, I brought my head up straight so my knees were close to my chest, his arms wrapping around the tops of my knees around to my back, I suddenly felt tiny.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, still holding me and stroking my hair.

“I….I don’t know”, I lied, “Just feel a bit down tonight”. He was still hugging me and I was enjoying the closeness.

We haven’t always been so close, but as we grew older we became more aware of each other’s feelings, of course there was the normal sibling arguments and name calling, some very nasty arguments, but as we aged, I don’t know…things just got nicer. He’s two years younger than me although he’s a bit taller. He has thicker skin than me, to be honest it looks like, out of the two of us, that he’s a few years my senior. As he grew past me he started becoming more protective and I started feeling more and more secure when we were together. Safe. That’s it. It felt safe.

Despite the way I was feeling that night the ‘safeness’ gradually broke down my barriers and I felt like I could be honest, just so long as he held me.

“Well…I guess I do know, it’s silly really, I’m just feeling a bit…..well a bit lonely, not like I’m alone obviously, I know you and them…” (Parents) “Are here but I mean like the kind of alone where….like….”

“You want a boyfriend?” He summed up what I’d been trying to blurt out with ease.

“Yea, I guess, it’s been a long time and I miss…” His grip had loosened around me so I tugged at his arm, I needed the safety.

“I miss, the closeness”, I continued, “You know what I mean?” He held me close again to my relief.

“Yea I know what you mean; I haven’t had a girlfriend in like two years!” He was trying to make me feel better, I could tell. “I miss the closeness as well, is there nobody you’re interested in?”

“No-one I like, usually they want to see me naked and that’s it”. I felt him shift his position. “Makes me feel like they’re only after one thing”.

“Do you want that ‘one thing’ too?” I was a little shocked at how intimate our conversation was getting.

“I don’t know, I mean I….I guess so but I don’t feel….attractive sometimes”. That was it! The source of the bad feeling! I needed to be assured that I looked good, no; more like assured I look ‘sexy’. I was suddenly aware that I wanted that assurance from my brother of all people!

He had released his grip on me, my legs had straightened and he sat beside me, we faced each-other and his hands were over mine on my lap.

“Stacy you are an attractive person, really you are. I know I don’t usually talk like this but you are an attractive person”. He looked at me and smiled.

“It’s just….” I began before being cut off.

“Honestly, Stace, if you weren’t my sister I’d totally go with you”. My heart skipped a beat. “I mean, well you know, you’re an attractive woman”. Jeez, I thought, if you back pedal any quicker you’ll trip over. His hand moved to my cheek and for a split second our eyes met. It seemed to last a lifetime but in that fleeting moment I knew we had both considered the same thought: Sex with each-other! I felt a slight twinge beneath my track suit bottoms.

A sharp bang broke the silence and we both jumped. It was the sound of our parents’ bedroom door opening.

“We’re off to bed now”, mum’s voice called, “see you in the morning”.

“G’night”, we said in unison. Our glances returned to one another, we both smiled as our heartbeats got back to normal. He let his hand fall from my face and down my arm; I took a silent sharp breath as he pulled it across my waist and onto my knee.

“I’m gonna get to bed”, he said, “are you gonna be ok?”

“I’ll be fine”, I heard myself say. He stood up and quickly turned around, his back to me; it looked like he was re-arranging himself. Was he turned on? Had I given my little brother a hard-on? He faced me again.

“I’ll see you in the morning then, if you need to talk or anything”. (Or anything!?) “Just say, ok?”

“Ok”. I stood up and put my arms round his neck and moved in close for a hug. Then I felt it. A bit of movement through his jeans up against the top of my thigh. My god, I thought, what does this mean? What do I do? My mind was screaming at me and then it was over, he stepped back and stroked the hair that had fallen in front of my face back behind my ear. He gave me one last smile and then he was gone and my door was closed, but in my mind, a door swung wide open.

When my bedroom door closed I sat back down on my bed, breathless. I was suddenly very hot but the heat seemed to be coming from inside me. I stood up again and hooked my thumbs inside my track suit bottoms and let them fall past my knees to the floor in a heap around my ankles. My T-shirt draped down past my waist like a short skirt or a petite dress. I ran my hands down to the hem of the shirt and hooked my hands under to touch my bare stomach. I trailed my fingers down to the top of my panties.

Almost without realizing what I was doing I pushed the knickers down so they too lay at my feet, as soon as I did I felt the air touch the wetness between my legs and a shudder passed through me. I left my shirt on (I liked pretending it was a mini-dress) and lowered myself onto the bed. I leant back with my legs parting as I did.