My mum naturally was happy that i am getting on along fine with Cindy. She had always hoped that i have a friend and Cindy seemed demure, caring, patient, understanding, friendly, approachable. Basically a nice girl whom parents will approve of.
My normal weekday after school soon fall into a routine. We would take the bus from Bukit Timah to Paya Lebar and walk to my place. At my place, i will open the door and let allow Cindy to enter first. I would then leave my bag in the room and then sit down on the floor besides Cindy and we will start studying together, until about 6pm, she would leave for home. I would then switched on my pc and masturbate to all naked pictures i could find, before going to bathe and wait for mum for dinner.
strangely, the thought of Cindy never came into my mind during masturbation even though we were close. To me, she is my friend, nothing more. But of course, i had only seen her twice when she is not wearing her school uniform and our school uniform covered her young body very well with its thick opaque material.
This went on every weekday until an incident happened. Perhaps someone above wanted this to happen, but it changed everything.
Let me share a little about Cindy, even though i prefer to keep her description for my personal life. But since you are reading, i think you would also want to know. Cindy told me to be nice and share, and keep my introvert nature to myself. Try to be more open. I guess i will provide you with some details.
Cindy is about 1.6m, fair porcelain flawless skin, shoulder length hair, dimples on her cheeks when she smile and wear specs. Not the type of girl that you had during your wetdreams.
Her figure is slim, 24 inch waist, 34B bust size. She lived in kembagan area in a semi D, and that her parents are running their own wood businesses and have factories in Malaysia. She have a younger sister that is 7 years younger than her. That is all i will share about her.
That eventful day:
I waited for Cindy at the gate after school. We have since started to take turn to wait for each other. Some classmates had already teased us about it. I always walked away from the teasing, but Cindy never failed to stand up for me.
Guy Classmate: going pak tor again har?
Cindy: why, are you jealous that i find sam better looking than you?
I heard Cindy quick retort. The classmate laughed uncomfortably and with a wave, he left us alone. I looked at Cindy and gave her a weak smile. She smiled back in her thousand watts smile, showing her cute little dimples and started to walk besides me.
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and it swung left and right like a pendulum as we walked to the bus stop. The bus soon arrive and i allow her to embark first. She found a double seat for us and we settled down with her new CD player and shared her headphone.
As usual, we did not speak and enjoyed the S.H.E music during the long journey. We arrived at Paya Lebar and started to walk towards Pipit road. The sky was getting dark and we quickened our pace. 3 blocks before my place, the sky opened up. We ran to take shelter, but as the rain did not seemed to be letting up, we decided to brave through the downpour to my house.
By the time we arrived at my doorstep, we were drenched head to toe. I leaving my wet shoes and socks by the entrace, i immediately went into my bedroom to grab a towel for Cindy.
When i came out, i noticed that she was not at the entrance. The door was closed, both our shoes neatly arranged. The socks were gone. I looked up and could only see her back view going into the common toilet.
I got back into the room, dry my hair and changed into some dry fresh clothes. I went to mum’s drawer and took out the top most items that i could find, without even noticing what they were. I went to the toilet, knocked on the door to pass her the items. A small hand came out to retrieve them and i went to look for my wet socks in the kitchen. I heard the shower go off.
I was still wondering where the socks were, thinking i could have misplaced them . I had searched the living room, my room and again the the kitchen. As i was looking in the laundry pail under the sink besides the toilet, the door opened and Cindy came out. Before anything, she ushered me into the toilet. I did not even get to see if she had changed.
Cindy: quick quick go and bathe. If not you will fall sick.
Me: eh, Did you see my socks?
Cindy: oh ya. I had washed them. They are hanging in the toilet to dry.
I still dont speak alot.
She closed the door and i look for my socks. What i saw stopped me from what i was doing. I saw Cindy’s white cotton bra hanging on a hook below the window louvers. My groin stirred. This was the very first pair of bra that i see apart from my mum’s. I was intridged and shivered with anticipation.
Slowly i reached out and touch it. It was soff. I could feel the warm on the inner cups of the bra that was recently vacated by Cindy’s body. The outer portion was all wet from the rain. I guess she had left it here to dry.
After scrutinizing every inch of it, i slowly lifted it to my nose. I wanted to sniff what a girl smell like. I never had the opportunity to get near one. Yes, Cindy was one, but she was my friend, and there were never any intimate thoughts about her before.
I took a deep breath. Her bra smell of sweat and the musky scent of a woman. My hands shivered and my loins were already on fire. Holding on to the bra and continue smelling it, my right hanf got busy. Within a few strokes, i came on the floor.
Gingerly i out it back on the hook. Thoughts came into my mind.
Am i a pervert?
Am i sick?
Am i disgusting?
Am i normal?
I quickly rinse off the mess i created on the floor and took a long shower. I felt guilty and having the thoughts that Cindy would come to know of this even without me telling her, i dreaded leaving the toilet and face her.
I think i took eons in the toilet. A knocked on the door woke me up from my self imposed reprimandations.
Cindy: Sam are you ok? You are taking a long time to bathe. Please be quick. Dont catch a cold in there.
Me: coming out soon.
Cindy: i’ll be in the living room.
I felt relieved that she is not waiting at the door, but frightened to see her.
I switched off the shower, clean myself and dress up. I opened the door and left the toilet.
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very tentatively, I stepped into the living room. I was scared to look at her in her eyes.
Cindy: You are finally out. I got your books and stuff over here. Come over.
I heard her patting the floor besides her. Looking on the floor, I managed to make my way besides her and sat down. Still not looking at her, I indulged in my books and started reading. I felt her taking a glance at me, and going back to her book.
We did not engaged in any conversation. Somehow, I was feeling nervous sitting besides her. My mind wondered to her bra in the toilet, and I started to get an erection. This had not happened to me previously. Cindy was my friend.
Why is this happening?
Actually thinking about it, she is quite pretty. I had seen her released her hair before and not wearing her specs, but during that time, I never really paid attention. I blamed our school uniform.
I felt my erection grew. My heart starter to pump faster. My hands started to sweat. My vision started to get blurred. My head started to spin. I could also feel my erection getting harder.
I took a quick glance down. As I was wearing shorts and sitting cross-legged, my erection is quite obvious. If Cindy looked, she would see my erection. I was afraid as I would not know how to explain myself.
I quickly turned behind to grab the pillow from the sofa. I wanted to cover myself with the pillow. I was too pre-occupied with my thoughts and happened to turned the direction of where she was sitting. I noticed what she was wearing.
I had unexepectedly passed her mum’s white singlet, and a pair of black shorts. I see her short hair lying on her shoulders, still abit wet. She had removed her clip.
I quickly grabbed the pillow, turned back, and put it on top of my legs, covering my manhood. Again, I felt her look at my sudden action, but she did not say anything and went back to her books.
I looked at my book. I tried to read the sentence, but I could not absorb what I was reading. I have to re-read again, but still I could not concentrate. My mind started to wander.
She was wearing the white singlet. She is not wearing her bra. Oh yes, she is NOT wearing her bra! I could take a peek and I should be able to see her pokies. Or maybe, I would be able to steal a look at her unrestrained nipples through the big holes from her sleeve. How does her nipples look like? Black, Brown, pink? I would really like to know. And her shorts. Is she wearing anything underneath? I did not see her panties in the toilet. She should be wearing it. How does her panties look like?
I thought about all these, my mind totally not on my books any more. I could feel my hands started to shake uncontrollably. I tried to will them to stop but to no avail.
Suddenly i heard Cindy spoke in a concerned tone.
Cindy: Are you ok? Are you ok? You are shaking. Oh dear. Are you cold? I think you may have caught a chill. Oh dear.
She touched my forehead, and then my arms. I dared not look at her and continued to stare at my book.
Cindy: You are cold. Luckily there’s no fever.
She put her arms around me and each hand started to stroke my arms separately, hoping to give me warm. I felt her breasts on my arm. Her naked breasts. Or so I felt, even though her top was between us, in the way. This was also the first time I felt her hugging me, or even touching me. Time froze in time for me. I sat there like a statue. Obviously, Cindy did not realized the effect she is causing. Her only thoughts were to get me to feel better.
Suddenly, before I know it, I felt a quiver in my loins. It made my whole body shiver, not only limiting to my hands. The familiar contraction in my balls, and the next instance, I felt the warmth filling in my underpants. Before the complete feeling passed through, before it subside, I got up and rushed to the toilet, leaving Cindy shell-shocked. She thought that I was going to vomit.
To my horror, she followed. I went in and slammed the door in her face. my whole body was still shaking, but i managed calm myself down. Cindy was knocking frantically on the door, asking if I was fine.
Ignoring her, I took off my pants, took the toilet paper, and started to clean myself, still confused. I flushed the used toilet paper down and looked at my underpants. It was totally stained and cannot be reused. Leaving me without any other alternative, I wore only my shorts alone and opened the door.
Cindy was standing at the door waiting for me. I happened to look into her eyes and quickly lowered them. Unintentionally, my eyes swept through her body. I could see her boobs, and her pokies trying to pierce through the stop, her black shorts, her sexy legs, and finally rested on her toes. My eyes wanted to travel upwards the way they had just traverse past, but I stopped them. Her image already imprinted in my mind, and I felt my manhood starting to salute again.
I tried to close the door once more, not wanting her to question me, but she was quicker. She put her hands on the door.
Cindy: Are you ok? Are you sick?
She pushed herself into the toilet. I could sense her concerns, but I was trying to escape. To hide from her. On the other hand, I wanted to see. To see and to feel her.
I turned away and left my back facing her. I have nowhere to hide.
Cindy turned me around to face her, and leaned forward to look into my eyes. I was still staring at my toes. When she did that, her tummy was harpooned by my mast. She felt it, released my arms, took a step back and look down, mouth opened, eyes wide.
She took a glance at the toilet bowl, and then the underwear that I had placed in one corner with the obscene wet patch on it, her bra hanging on the hook. She took just a moment to absorb all these and laughed. She laughed loudly. I turned all red and wished that a hole appear in the ground and swallow me up.
Cindy: hahahaha. And I thought you were not feeling well.
I felt humiliated. I dare not look up.
She took a step forward and hug me tight. My erected dick squashed by her tummy. I could feel her soft love pillows on my chest. She stopped laughing and look up into my eyes.
Cindy: Dont worry. Oh Sam, dont worry about it. I understand. Totally understand.
She loosen her koala hug on me and holding my forearms, led me outside.
Cindy: Let’s continue to study.
Still holding my arm, she led me outside. I sat down besides her, grabbing a pillow across my legs. She was cross-legged and started on her books. This time, I did not attempt to go back to my book. I looked at her.
She look good. In fact very good. I looked at her hairless and smooth armpit. I tried to look into the sleeve. I could see the creamy side boobs. I noticed a little cavern in front. I adjusted my position, hoping that I could see her nipple. All lost in my little voyeuristic thoughts. I lost myself then. Although I am timid and shy, but I am a guy. In fact a young guy with raging hormones.
Cindy turned and face me suddenly. I shifted my eyes immediately, but not quick enough. She had caught me looking into her sleeve. Instead of being offended, she giggled.
Cindy: You know, you could have just asked.
My jaw literally dropped. I left it opened and turned to look into her eyes, but somehow, they rested on her pokies. I could see the faint outline of her dark aerola, the first time I really get to see them in close proximity. My jaw dropped further, heart beating at a really rapid rate.
She giggled again causing her boobs to bounce up and down. My eyes were like a puppy, following the trajectory of their motion. I felt her close my mouth, and a playful slap on my face.
Cindy: Concentrate and complete this chapter first.
She turned back to her books, leaving me pondering her statement.
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I turned back to my books. My mind started to debate itself. Cindy is my friend. My only friend. She is not an object of my sexual satisfaction. She is not. But she is pretty and hot. She is sexy. I am alone with her in my house. I want her. I need her. I need to touch her. NEED to.
I shake away my confused thoughts and force myself to concentrate on my books.
She said that finish the chapter first. What did she meant. Is she going to reprimmand me? Is she going to scold me? Would she storm out of the house? Many thoughts filled my mind.
I went back to my book. I will myself to focus. To focus on completing the chapter. Cindy wanted me to complete it. I cannot disappoint her. I must complete the chapter. I struggled to absorb whatever i could. And somehow i mamaged to dispel any thoughts about Cindy and finally flipped the last page of the chapter before i look up.
She had turned to face me. She was in this position all along. I was too engross in my book to finish it without noticing her. She turn me 90 degrees to sit facing her. I try to focus on her face, but my eyes wanted to have freedom. They wanted to hover around her pokies. Her pokies.
Cindy: Sam, can i ask you something?
I nodded. Her pokies. No eyes. No pokies. My eyes cannot make a decision. She did not attempt to cover up and did not seemed to mind or look offended.
Cindy: do you like me?
I looked behind her out the window. The torrential rain was still pouring, trying to force its way into my house.
Yes. I like her as a friend. I nodded. As if she could read my thoughts, she continued to probe with her next question.
Cindy: i mean, do you like me more than a friend.
I contemplated my answer. I did an analysis quickly. If i said no, then everything will stop. She will treat me as a friend and we stay what we are. Everything will remain as normal. If i said yes, perhaps i will get more.
But she is my friend. My only friend. I searched deep inside me. How i felt about her. She is nice and pretty. She is sexy. I think she has nice nipples under her top. But she is also smart and caring. She is also demure. I wanted to protect her but i am too timid. I always look forward to see her. She is someone i trust and shared my thoughts with, even though she is always the one talking. We understand each other. Yes. I like her more than a friend.
Cindy waited. She did not probe me. She understands me.
I looked into her eyes and nodded. She smiled. She knows that i am telling the truth. She understands me.
Without saying anything, she held my hands. My eyes did not know what to do and they decided to land on her toes. Those little toes. I wished i could just lean forward and suck them.
She lifted my hand and placed them on her breast. Those soft breasts. My heart raced. My manhood instantly erected.
I looked up at her quizzingly. She nodded and pulled my hands towards her, squeezing those boobs. I responded and softly squeezed them gingerly, unsure of what i should do. This is the very first time i touch a pair of boobs. So this is how they felt. Soft.
She closed her eyes and still holding to my hand, she led my fingers to her nipples. I felt them enlarging to pointed tips, not unlike the growth rate from my member. I fingered then curiously.
I was dizzy, from too much excitment running through me. I wonder how does her naked boobs felt like? As if she heard my thoughts, she removed my hands and placed them under her top. I allowed her to lead the way and did not hurry. My cold palms arrived at her boobs. Her skin was warm but i could feel her body shivering. The very first time she allowed a guy to touch her.
Her hands left mine to its own exploration. I squeezed them with my palm, then my finger, feeling every inch of her mammary glands. Her boobs were smooth but the texture on her areola and nipples were rough. Interesting. I wanted to look at them. Without asking, i lifted her top to expose her breasts.
She looked at the main door, making sure that it was closed. I felt like colombus on an exploratory mission. I continued my exploration, leaning forward to have a better look at them. I see the little goosepimples on her areola and feel them. I was intridged. I noticed that every time i touched her nipples, her whole body shivered.
To compensate for her shivering, she placed her hands on my thighs. My manhood straightened even further and i shivered as well.
Slowly i stick out my tongue. On a primal level, i know what to do, but consciously, i wanted only to know how she taste like. My tongue touches her nipple. A very obvious shiver pass through her. I think that she likes it and i started to move my tongue in circular fashion, around her nipple and aroela.
Cindy: hmmmm…..
I was encouraged that i seemed to be doing the right thing. I cupped my palm under her boobs, brought my mouth over them. I felt her hands on my head, messing up my hair.
I continued to touch her boobs, caressing, massaging, licking them. I was afraid if i stop, i will never see them again.
Cindy: sam…errmmm… sam… i think its enough… sam…
Her words reached me and i released her unwillingly.
Cindy: your turn. i want to have a look at you.