East Meets West Pt 02 Ch 01
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East Of EdenChapter 1 free porn video
They say that God suspended the laws of incest in the early days so that man could spread on the earth. In the words of the commentators of the Douay Rheims Bible: "God [dispensed] with such marriages in the beginning of the world, as mankind could not otherwise be propagated.".
Cain and his Wife
"And Cain went out from the face of the Lord, and dwelt as a fugitive on the earth, at the east side of Eden. And Cain knew his wife, and she conceived, and brought forth Henoch: and he built a city, and called the name thereof by the name of his son Henoch. " [Genesis 4:16-17]
OK, I know. This isn't exactly the early days of man's existence. I'm just saying that life has a lot of surprises and twists and turns. You have to keep an open mind, especially regarding people and relationships. I mean a couple years ago, homosexuals were practically ostracized, right? Well, maybe society is wrong about people like my bro and me.
Pink Panties and love pats
Sometime around the age of 12 or 13, the quarrels and fights between my brother Mark and me seemed to fade into unimportance. Up until then our sibling rivalry had been intense. Now he suddenly looked like a handsome knight on a white stallion to me. And I had somehow become his princess to be protected. Well, at least most of the time...
I don't know what changed, but perhaps it had to do with the fact that my struggles with becoming biologically a woman coincided with his passage through puberty. Mark was a little more than a year older, but in school we were just a year apart. He played football and basketball and was a bit of a computer nerd along too. But I'm getting ahead of my story.
I got my first period two months after my thirteenth birthday. About 6 months before that I noticed that Mar's underwear sometimes had a stain in the front. Somehow, I knew this mysterious stain is not something I should ask about. I know now that he had "wet dreams.' I've looked that up on Google, so I had found out all about boys and their penises and ejaculation. I figured my period was something similar, only with Mark it happened anytime. And he didn't have any cramps with his But that's another story.
I also noted that I no longer minded that he stared at my breasts. When I first got them, it embarrassed me that they stuck out and it really bothered me that Mark would look at them jutting through my T-shirts. Now all that has gone and I rather like him looking at them.
The truth is, we had already had a few "show and tell" sessions when we were by ourselves on quiet afternoons. Our parents' bedroom was on the first floor and ours were next to each other on the second floor, so we could have private time if we wanted to be quiet. Of course, Mark would never start it. It was always up to me. Except that when I got my period for the first time, Mom took him aside and told him! I was mortified. And Mark blushed for about three days every time he saw me. But thinking back on it, it was nice because I didn't have to tell him and he secretly gave me a nice hug when no one would catch him. I knew he liked me, in other words.
One afternoon, we were alone in the house, sitting on his bed. He was helping me with my history, asking questions from the book while I tried to answer them. I had a short skirt on and was flopping around on the bed.
"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.
"Make me!" I said, teasingly.
"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.
"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."
"Is not!" he laughed.
"is too!" I taunted him.
He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.
He spanked my skirt.
"Doesn't hurt!" I said.
he pulled my skirt up exposing my white cotton panties and gave me a gentle swat.
"Doesn't hurt!" I taunted again, starting to giggle again.
He spanked harder and I noticed he left his hand on my bottom.
"Now?" he said, his voice choked a little.
"No."
He spanked harder my soft bottom in my white panties.
"Now?"
"No"
"You're asking for it!"
"I know!" I said in my tiniest voice.
"OK." he said. He pulled my panties down and I felt the cool air over my bottom.
"Are you going to keep your skirt down?"
I shook my head.
He swatted me and it made a loud clap of bare hand to bare bottom.
"Oh, god, did I hurt you?" he said hurriedly.
"No..."
He spanked me again and his hand stayed on my bottom.
I wriggled against his hand.
"I'm sorry." he said in this terrible pitiful voice.
"Rub it and make it better, then." I said, breathlessly.
He began to rub my bottom in soft, gentle circles.
"There, the red has gone away ... almost."
I sat up and grinned at him. And then ... I kissed his cheek. I didn't know what possessed me. But I figured it out later. We had both had our first erotic feelings, at least first with another real person. Strange that they came in a painful act, but there it was. I thought of that late at night and rubbed my bottom and then rubbed my slit and felt good ... Like I say, my brother is cool!
Mom started buying nicer panties for me, I don't know if I actually asked but I probably did. I just came home from school and there was a sack on my bed from one of the nice stores. In it were five pairs of panties. There was lace and the only cotton was in the crotch, the rest was very silky. I wanted Mark to see them as soon as possible. I put on a pink pair and the silky fabric was a sensual thrill against my body. I really felt like a girl ... I kept touching them to make sure they were real the rest of the day.
The next day after school, we were alone in the house again. I was wearing my new pink lace panties and I took off my jeans and put on a short skirt instead. I sauntered into Mark's room and asked for help with a math problem. He's a genius when it comes to Math, of course. He sprawled on the bed to look at the problem and I sat on the end with one leg off the bed and the other knee crooked on the bed.
"Oh, this is simple, give me a piece of paper!" he said. I swung off the bed and got a pad from the desk and returned to sit cross-legged facing him. He sat up and took the pad. But his face was red as an apple and I knew why. His eyes would creep back to look up my skirt and the lace panties. He finished the problem and leaned toward me to explain it.
"You're going to get another spanking if you sit like that!" he said, his voice tight.
"What?" I feigned innocence.
"You aren't sitting like that at school with that skirt, are you?"
"No ... it's just comfortable here ... when it's just you and me."
"Well, cover up, I can see your panties, for god sake."
"They're new. Did you notice?"
"NO! Did you think I know about your underwear, shrimp?"
I went toward his door and stood in it a moment looking over my shoulder. I pulled up my skirt smiled. "Well, they are! Are they pretty?"
He grinned, nodded his head, still looking at my bum and grinned at me. "You drive me nuts, you know that?" he laughed.
"Can I just study here?" I asked.
"Sure, if you behave yourself!"
I got my other books and I sat on his bed while he was at his desk. I made a lot of noise squirming around on the bed and he would look over at me, pretending to be annoyed. Each time, I managed a position that exposed my panties.
"I'm thinking you need another spanking!"
"Ohhhh, noooo, I'm not doing anything!" I complained.
"Yes, you are. Do you think I am blind? Here I come!" He leapt at me on the bed and I rolled away. He caught me and I pretended to fight back until again I was over his knee. This time he sat on the chair. He went through the same ritual and spanked me lightly with my skirt in place.
"Now, have you learned?" he said, his voice betraying the excitement he felt.
"No, I'm not doing anything bad! And it didn't hurt."
Again, he lifted my skirt and seemed to pause a little longer, looking at my bottom in the taut little panties.
"Hmmm, they are pretty..." he said quietly.
He spanked me but left his hand where it landed. Again he smacked my little behind in its pretty nylon panties. And again. Again his hand lay softly on my bottom.
"Did you feel that?"
"No. You're mean, I haven't done anything."
"You are a lady now. You can't be letting guys see your underwear."
"Didn't feel a thing!"
"You're asking for it."
He pulled my panties down off my bottom, just to the point where they went between my legs. He raised his hand and I squirmed on his lap, feeling something hard rising under me. I squirmed again, not sure what I was feeling.
His hand landed with a loud slap. Another landed on the other cheek. A third spanned my cheeks and stung a little more.
"Ouch!" I said sharply.
"Oh god, I'm sorry."" he said quickly and started rubbing the redness away. "You OK?"
"Little more." I said.
He continued rubbing.
"Kiss it and make it better. That's what Mom used to do!" I teased.
"Be careful, I might just do that~
"Go ahead!" I said quietly.
I can't reach it or I would.!"
I jumped up and laid on the bed.
"Now?"
He laughed but I had him. "You're something, you know that?"
His lips felt soft and gentle and loving. He kissed little kisses all the way across my crease and I lay there in ecstasy.
"Rub a little more; it still stings, Mark." He did as I asked. It was clear that using his name made it not only erotic, but very intimate, though I did not at that time, the true meaning of the word. I knew what the feeling was, though.
"Pull my panties up, will you, Mark?
"Sure, stand up, Carly," he said using his nickname for me. He only used it when he was feeling good about me, not when he was talking to "little sister."
I stood in front of him and smiled as he pulled my delicious new panties up under my skirt. His hands lingered there a little longer than was necessary and caressed me as he pulled his hands from under my skirt. Then he hugged me against his chest and nuzzled me just under where my bra crossed under my breast.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What makes it get hard?"
He looked at me sharply and his face got red. "You mean?"
"Yes, I ... you know ... felt it ... and I can see..." Now I blushed. And I took a deep breath.
"I should spank you again!" He paused a long moment, looking into my eyes. "Yes it happens all the time, Carly. And especially when I see you looking so pretty. And, especially when I see your underwear! So that's why you have to ... you know ... be more careful. OK?"
"Does it hurt?"
"No! It usually feels good. Unless it's hard too long. Then it hurts a little. Not bad, though, just an ache."
"How do you make it stop?"
"That's enough for today, Carly ... you'll figure it out sooner or later. In health class maybe." He squeezed my arm as he said it.
"Can I see it sometime? When it's, you know ... hard, like..."
He stared out the window.
"Maybe. Maybe when I'm in the shower?"
"Aren't you going to take a shower now?
"Yeah. I guess."
"Does it always get hard in the shower?
"Usually." he said. He sort of grinned and laughed at me.
"I should wait until I hear the water running, and you'll let me see it?
He nodded with the little grin I love so much.
I hurried back to my room and put books away. Soon I heard the shower running and went down the hall to find the door open and steam beginning to cloud the mirror.
I opened the shower door and said: "It's me, Mark."
He looked like one of those Greek god statues in the history books, but he was full of soap. He turned toward me. and I stared at it holding my breath. Slowly, I pulled up my skirt and showed my panties again. Like magic, I stared in astonishment as his cock got longer and stood straight out from his body, dripping soapsuds and looking beautiful.
"Gosh, Mark, you're pretty!"
He laughed and I watched his hand close around the big cock and soap it up more.
I rolled down my panties until he could see the tiny bit of hair that had started to appear and the split pointing between my legs. His cock seemed to expand even more. I quickly pulled my shirt up so that my brassiere showed too. His eyes widened. I think he was surprised how big I had gotten.
"Time!" he said. and rolled his eyes heavenward as he reached to close the door. I couldn't take my astonished eyes off the huge cock that jutted from the triangle of black hair and the balls that swung as he moved to pull the door closed.
"Bye," he grinned. "You are the pretty one, Carly!"
I pulled up my panties and pushed my shirt down and with eyes still very wide, I hurried out of the bathroom, my sex education had finished one more chapter. I had done a little science experiment when you think about it. Mark's cock got bigger, when I showed him my panties and my bra and even bigger when I let him see the slit between my legs. My god!
Mom and Dad came home and we went out for pizza. I was blushing a little and so was Mark, each time we caught each other's eyes. But then we started smiling at each other and choking back the giggles.
"What is so funny, you two?"
"Oh, nothing, Mom. She's just being silly!"
"Meeeee?"
We went home and watched a movie. When I went out to pop popcorn, I walked behind the couch and trailed my hand over Mark's head. He reached up and barely touched my fingers as they went by. It's funny how little things like that are a communication when you like someone a lot.
Later, when the house was quiet, Mark stopped in my doorway. He was in pajamas and I was in my night gown.
"You OK, Carly?"
'Oh, yeah! Really. You?"
He nodded. " I shouldn't have done that..."
"I loved it, Mark! Thanks." I said, a little dreamily. "Can we talk?"
He came in and sat on the bed. His fly gapped open and I was all eyes. He fixed it immediately.
"It's neat the way we can tell each other things, right?" I said.
"Yeah, sure."
"How do you make it go away?"
"You mean ... when I have a hardon?"
"Yeah."
He wrinkled his brow a little and made a circle with his fingers and made jacking motion.
"Really? Is that what they call jacking off?"
Mark nodded and tickled my stomach a little, then shoved me away playfully.
When I sat up, my gown was up and I knew he could see my panties again. I liked him seeing me. I don't know why but I did. Still do, actually.
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