Message-ID: <17740eli$9812011742@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "R Legault" Subject: The Three Companions part 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000d01be1d61$55fe1260$5c30f8ce@snpageau> Subject: NEW "The Three Companion" pt(1/8) (mf,incest) From: "MANDIL" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. THE THREE COMPANIONS by Mandil The storm had been predicted earlier on the radio, and as he was driving toward Silver Face Mountain, snow began to fall. Samuel was thus relieved when he saw the lights on the tall cement and bricks posts on each side of the entrance that led to the La Seignerie. It was an expensive country resort, almost exclusively for its members or the rich travelers, of which categories he belong. In reality it was a country resort hotel as well as a club. In the wintertime, sports facilities such as skiing and snowmobile excursions were available, whereas in the summer one could play golf, swim in one of the two pools, do some horse riding, not to mention boating or tennis playing . In other word it was a secluded resort for those who had money and had the time to enjoy these activities or who simply wanted to relax. Samuel drove his car under the wide patio roof of the main entrance, after giving his car keys to the parking attendant; he went inside the massive twin oak doors. As soon as he passed through the doors he felt the warmth, of the cathedral-like lobby, on his face. The large room was almost completely deserted. He was quite familiar with the magnificently decorated room, since for the last five years he always came to La Seignerie to spent two or three weeks at this time of the year. As he walked on the thick carpet, in front of the hexagonal central column that held the chimney of the six independent fireplaces, he felt the radiating heat of each individual fire on his face. At about fifteen feet in front of each fireplace, there were numerous, comfortable looking upholstered chairs, as well as couches and coffee tables here and there in front or beside the chairs or couches. Samuel knew that while seated in front of any of these immense fireplaces, one had the impression of being in a medieval castle. Of course, the high ceiling with the thick supporting round logs beams as well as the two circular walkways for the second and third story of the resort, helped create that impression. As soon as he got to the main desk, he was politely given the key to his room while leaving his suitcase to the registrar who immediately rang for a bellboy to take the luggage to his room. Since Samuel was in no particular hurry, he went to the bar for a warming drink before having supper - or dinner as they called it in such a high-class hotel. As he entered the bar, he was shocked to discover that beside one couple sitting at a table, he was the only other customer in the place. The large television in the corner was on and he decided to sit on a stool in front of it. After ordering his favorite drink - whisky on the rock - he began to pay attention to the announcer who was telling about the storm. A huge front from Canada was moving in and he predicted ten to twelve inches of snow. This, plus the high wind, the announcer went on, were a combination that would make traveling extremely hazardous. He went so far as to warn those that did intend to be on the road driving, to change their plans and wait until the worst of the storm was over. Since it was already half past five and in the middle of the week, the arrival of the storm was not going to improve things, Samuel knew that the chances of others customers arriving that evening, were extremely slim. He finishes his drink then went to his room for a shower and a change of clothing. Later he returned down to the dinning lounge to eat. He had expected to find very few customers seated at the numerous tables, but not that few. There were only two men beside him, and both, being about his age were seated at different tables. Samuel had been driving all afternoon and he was in the mood to talk to someone. Of course he would have preferred the company of someone of the opposite sex, but since he had no choice on the matter he decided to settle for a male companion. Walking to one of the occupied table he addressed himself to the seated man who was watching him approach. " I see that you are along. Since I am also by myself and since it appear that it will be a very long evening, do you mind if I sit at your table? Of course if you are not in the mood to talk I will understand. ' " Do sit down, by all mean. My name is Paul Duvall, and to whom do I have the honor of talking? " " My name is Samuel McNab, I am very pleased to meet you. " The other customer, who was seated just two table's sway, having witnessed Samuel's introduction, suddenly stood up and walked toward their table. " Excuse me, but I couldn't fail to hear you talking, before you go on, I would also like to join you, if you have no objection of course. My name is Peter Lockwell. " Both, Samuel and Paul shook hand with Peter and the three of them sat down around the table. The waiter, who had been a witness to everything, was soon standing near the table. He was told by Paul, that the three of them would eat together and to finish serving Peter - who had already began to eat - at theirs table. They ate and talked for well over an hour, and during that time they discovered that the three of them were in a similar situation. Each was very wealthy and none of them was married, but what was more important, they loved to travel a lot and each knew how to appreciate the company of the opposite sex. After a while they got ups and went to the bar, but before they had time to order anything, the lights went our everywhere. The two emergency lights that came on automatically - one in each corner of the bar - were just enough to allow them to see the table in front of them. Soon, one of the hotel attendants came in with a portable light, he told them that he knew from a reliable source that the storm outside was causing serious damages to both, the electric and telephone lines, he also suggested that they move into the lobby in front of one of the fireplaces where they would at least, benefit from the light of the fire. Of course it was the only sensible things to do, and soon they were following him to the lobby where the lights and heat from the multiple fires gave a mystifying look to the large room. Each of them sat in an upholstered chair that was moved to form a semicircle having a low table in its center while one of the fireplaces completed the other half of the circle. They talked for an hour or so and they learned more about each other, but by the end of that time the lights were still out. Of course there was no question of anyone going to his room, the lack of electricity also met a lack of heat since all the rooms in the hotel were electrically heated. Therefore they had no choice except to remain in front of the pleasant radiating heat from the flame. Samuel suddenly had an idea. He went on to explain to his new friends what they should do to past the time away, provided of course they all agree with his proposition. " Most probably we will never see one another again after this night, both of you are here for the first and probably last time. You Peter are going back to Europe while Paul here will be leaving for his hometown in Canada tomorrow. As for me, I do travel a lot like both of you, but I will never settle anywhere else than in America. So the chance of us ever meeting again after this night are extremely slim, unless of course we arrange it so. Therefore, I propose that we each reveal to one another our first sex experience, whatever it is and with whomever it happened. Since I was the one to propose this, I will be the first to start. But before I do, you must each agree to describe your respective story in complete detail without leaving a single thing. Peter look at Paul then back at Samuel then he nodded. Then Paul's face became a pleasant smile and he also agreed. They then both looked in Samuel's direction waiting for him to begin his erotic tale. After taking a sip from his drink and he began his story. SAMUEL'S STORY When I was thirteen, I lived with my mother and my sister Brenda in a small town in Vermont. At the time my father was not living with us since it was at the beginning of the war, like most American males of his age, he had been drafted in the army. He was in England with thousands of others waiting for the generals to decide when and where the invasion of France would begin. He never did return home since he was killed in Normandy. We were living in a rented house that was too hot in summer and very cold in winter. When my father had been living home with us, my sister Brenda - who was a year younger than me- and I slept in the same room. I was sleeping in the large bed while Brenda slept in a child's bed- with high sides - that she had overgrown long before. When my father was drafted into the army, Brenda went to sleep with mother and her bed was moved away in the attic. We were poor - so was the great majority of people at the time - and the money that father never failed to send us each month was barely enough to feed us and pay for the rent. When he was killed while fighting for his country, we were left penniless and mother had to go to work. She got a job in an ammunition factory working from eleven to eight in the morning. Those working hours pleased her since it allowed her to be with us when we got back from school, it was also convenient for her since she could do her housework during the day. She hadn't much time to sleep but this didn't seem to bother her. On the first winter after father's death, Brenda - who was twelve then - came down with a bad cold. She kept coughing all the time and it seemed to get worst as the days went by. Mother finally took her to see the doctor. After questioning mother about the living condition at home, he came to the conclusion that the house was too drafty and cold. He also told mother that Brenda should not sleep by herself if it was possible. His argument was that the heat of two bodies under the blanket in one bed was preferable than that produced by one person sleeping alone. But with mother away working during the night, Brenda was alone in mother's bed, and to make matters worse, mother's room was at the other end of the house, which was as far from the single coal furnace in the house. The furnace was situated in the hall opposite the door to my bedroom. That same day, after getting home from her visit to the doctor, mother told us that from then on Brenda was going to sleep in bed with me in my room where it was warmer. Of course she did explain to us that we were not to mention this sleeping arrangement to anyone, and if the need should ever come, we were to say that Brenda slept with mother. After all, said mother, Brenda's health was at stake and everything else was secondary. In less than a week, Brenda's coughing stop and her health improved a lot. On the other hand, I soon got to appreciate her presence in bed next to me; it was indeed much warmer and cozier in my bed with the two of us in it. We slept together until late June when it got warm and then mother made her move with her in the other bed. During all those nights, while my sister was lying next to me, it never occurs once to me, that I was in bed with someone of the opposite sex. Brenda was my sister and that was the end of it. Of course that first winter she was only twelve and her curves were not much apparent yet. During the following summer, Brenda's body underwent an enormous change. For one thing, she became a great deal taller. When we stood one next to the other; we were exactly the same height - which of course didn't please me since she was a year younger than I was. She also gain weight, without being overweight she grew a great deal more feminine with abundant breasts and plumb upper thighs which I noticed for the first time when we went to the beach in mid-summer. While her waists remained slim, her bottom grew round and firm. Even when I noticed all those changes in her, I still had no sexual ambition toward her. To me she was like a flower than one can admire without having to pluck it, you look at it and even smell it, but to cut it out would be sacrilegious and unthinkable. In other words, she was not for me and that was the end of it. Mother still thought of us as children, and even thought we were both taller and probably stronger than her, in her eyes we were still six or seven years of age. Then the cold nights of autumn were back in Vermont, I was now certain that since we were older, mother wouldn't ask my sister sleep with me, cold or not. But to my surprise, - although it didn't seem to take Brenda by surprise - mother told us one cold Sunday morning as we were eating breakfast, that it was time for her to move back into my room before her coughing began once again. I could scarcely hide my joy; it took a lot of self-control from my part to pretend being indifferent to her decision. For the remainder of the day I felt a strange excitement and soon I began to anticipate the moment that we would go to bed. When the time came, the lights of the room were turned off before we got undress on our respective side of the bed, I couldn't see much at first. A little light was coming from the street light through the window, and after my eyes got used to the darkness I was able to see her silhouette as she removed her skirt then her bra - it used to belong to mother and she had been wearing one only since the middle of the summer. She then lifted her arms to put on her nightgown and I clearly saw the outline of her beautiful and firm breasts. The sight sent strange sensations throughout my body. I was fully aware that I had no right to experience these emotions and trills toward my sister, but I couldn't help myself. In school, especially recently, I had often felt these same wonderful thrills as I would watch some of the older girls move around. Each time it was always accompanied by a stirring in my pants, which often ended in a huge erection that I had to conceal. On these occasions, I would immediately force myself to think of something else or face the risk of revealing my state of excitement. But now with the light in my room being very low, there was no chance of Brenda seeing me; thus I feasted my eyes all I could. By the time I had my own gown on, Brenda was already under the blankets shriveling and telling me to hurry. It took me well over an hour to fall asleep, even then it was a light sleep and I was awaken not long afterward when mother left the house to go to work. By now Brenda was lying on her right side almost in the exact center of the bed, I could tell by the stretching of the blankets that her bottom had swollen greatly since last she had slept in my bed. I slowly turned on my right side also while at the same time being careful not to wake her. It was my intention to get my hand somewhere on her body while I pretended to sleep. I wanted to feel her waist and bottom. But as soon as I was in position lying on my right side, she shoved her bottom toward me and both our bodies came in contact beginning at the knees and ending at the shoulders. We had often sleep thus the previous winter since it helped keep the both of us warm. But now she was a year older, and because of the great change in her body in the last year, the sharing of her bodily heat was quite secondary, to me at least. Lying thus on her side near me, her long brown hair was touching my cheek and I could smell the perfume of the soap that she used to wash it. Her bottom fitted like a glove in the curvature of my lower body, and it suddenly occur to me that I now had a huge erection and it was pressing in the crack of her bottom. The thought of my prick being separated only by the thin layers of both our gowns and undergarment made my erection begin to throb against the crack and cheeks of her bottom. I then began to think of my situation, Brenda was my sister and to purposely enjoy her presence was very close to incest. I therefore tried to pull away from her, but as soon as I moved toward the edge of the bed, her bottom followed me there and she pressed it even harder on my pulsating hardness. Her presence so close to me was exiting me to the point that I had trouble controlling myself. For a minute or so I tried to look at the possibility that she was not asleep and thus doing this on purpose, but her regular breathing and light snoring, soon reveal the truth about her state of sleep. Beside, I knew that she was a very sound sleeper, and often she had to be shaken very hard in the morning to get her fully awake. No, I told myself, she had moved her bottom toward me simply in an unconscious effort to follow the source of the heat that my body was producing. Then,without fully realizing what was happening, I suddenly lost control of myself and my lower body, as though having a mind of its own began to shake back and forth and in the process I was rubbing my erection deeper into the crack of her bottom. All of a sudden, a most sastifying sensation prevailed all over my body, without my being able to prevent it, my hand went on her waist at first, to finally move to her left breast over the material of her gown. My whole body went out of control at that instant without my being able to prevent it, I began to jerk forward very rapidly thus rubbing myself faster against her bottom. The intense climax that took hold of me shook my very soul. I wasn't able to stop myself, but I knew exactly what was happening to me. Before that night - especially during the last summer - I had often rubbed myself when I was along at night. Each time I did so, it gave me a great deal of pleasure and it always ended by the eruption, from the tip of my cock, of a thick white discharge. Each and every time I rubbed myself, I would think of girls that I knew in school or older women that I saw in magazines. But now it was happening without my having to touch myself, and it felt a hundred times better and stronger. My climax went on for well over a minute ending only when I past our. When I came to my senses - I don't know how long afterward - Brenda was still against me and my hardness was still throbbing against her. But it felt sticky, and I realized that both of our gowns were smeared with the proof of what I had done. I spent the rest of the night trying to remain awake so that a repetition of what had happen would not occur. Brenda was the first to get up the next morning - not before I shook her for a while. As usual, she put on her slippers and went to the bathroom. When she came back I pretended to have fallen back asleep - the blankets covered my head completely - and I watched her dress through on opening in the pile of blankets. After neatly placing her socks, skirt and sweater next to her on the bed, she sat on its edge and lifting her gown halfway up, she proceeded to put on her long, light brown socks. When this was done, she picked up two white and circular elastic bands and she got busy slipping them one around each ankle. She next stood up with her back to me and she raised her nightgown well over her knees, she lifted each elastic band until it was well in place on the edge of her socks high around each thigh. >From where I was, I had the most erotic view of her attractive long thighs; my hardness was proof enough of my appreciation of her usually hidden upper thighs. When she was done with her stockings, she put on her brown skirt under her gown, then looking in my direction to make certain I was not watching, - she must have decided that I was still asleep - she took her bra from the chair and once more she sat on the edge of the bed. In one swift and quick motion, she lifted both arms over her head and pulled on the gown until it came off. Her back and neck were thus completely naked. I was so eager to have a look at her exposed bosom that I was on the verge of throwing the blankets aside and rushing out of the bed, but it would have ruined any further attempt at watching her getting dress. It took a lot of willpower from my part and I forced myself to remain very still. Brenda turned sideways to pick her bra and I did get to see her magnificent left breast. It seemed extremely firm while being as big as any that I had seen in the girl's magazines that circulated in school. Her nipple was light brown and was well situated in the center of the much lighter areola which was indecently large, being at least four times as large as mine. Probably due to the cold, her nipple was erected, being almost half an inch long. Once more I had to fight an urge to reach for her, but I knew the terrible consequences of doing so and I managed to restrain myself. Brenda placed the bra around her waist, the two cups being around her back while she tied the hook in front. Next she rotated the bra so that each cup was below each breast; then she proceeded to lift the bra as she pulled the shoulder straps over each shoulders. Once her bra was in place, she put on her yellow sweater and as soon as this was done she finally got up and walked toward the small mirror above the bureau. She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a while, pulling her sweater here and lifting her skirt there, finally she seemed satisfy with her appearance and she walked toward me. My eyes were shut thighs when she pulled the blankets well off me, I was glad that my lower bodies and my erection was well hidden in the mattress. " Get up Samuel, we will be late for school. " Seeing that I instantly opened my eyes, she left the room and went in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Once I had both feet on the floor, I glanced through the open bedroom door, which we never closed, since it was the only way that the heat from the single coal furnace in the hall could get into our room. Being satisfied that she was busy in the kitchen, I picked her nightgown from the chair and I examined it carefully at the back. It was stained indeed by a large whitish, crusty circle, and probably the only reason she hadn't noticed it, was the fact that it was way at the back of the gown. That day, while seated in school, I couldn't think of anything else except what had happen during the night. But the combination of my lack of sleep during the night, added to the many erotic thoughts that came, one after the other during the day, had a tiring effect on me. By the time we finished supper that evening, I was dead tire. The instant that I climbed in my bed that evening, I felt instantly asleep. I was awaken the following morning by the noisy alarm at the side of the bed. But once again I was able to watch Brenda getting dress. I didn't have time to feel angry with myself for sleeping the whole night since we were already late for school. All day long I thought about my next move with Brenda. It wouldn't do to rush things I told myself. Even thought it would have been the easiest thing to do to feel and fondle her when she was lying next to me in bed, I knew that it could be risky. No, I told myself that I had to go slowly and see how much she could take without getting her awake. Even though she was an extremely deep sleeper, I knew that she still was bound to find me out if I was not careful, especially if I lost control of myself. More still, in the back of my mind, I was aware that my constant exploration or her body while she slept was going to lead to more daring attempts, and worst still, I couldn't predict where it would all end. No, my foundling her body in bed was only a temporary solution, my desire for her was much too strong now and sooner or later I would have to do it all the way, sister or not. She was exiting me beyond anything that I would have imagine only a few days earlier, and this was quite scaring to me. How could I possibly sleep peacefully while in the same bed with someone that I was dying to take in my arms and to make love to. I had no right to plan or even think about making love to her. She was my sister, and society didn't take too kindly on those who were caught indulging in incest. It did exist a lot though. I knew for a fact that many boys who had sisters of their age, openly admitted foundling them, and one boy in particular, Jack Barton, even told me that he had often fucked his sister Carol even though she was a year older than him. Jack often bragged that she greatly enjoyed what they were doing together, in fact most of the time she was the one coaxing him to fuck her again and again. At first I didn't believe Jack, but as he went on to describe in details what he and his sister did together, it became evident that he was telling the truth. How else could he know about these things he was telling me. Yes, I wanted Brenda to feel toward me, what Carol felt toward Jack. I wanted her to get as much pleasure out of this as I knew I would. But how was I to initiate her to the pleasures of copulating with me without causing her to panic? Then I thought about an event that had occurred the previous winter. It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early to go skiing with a few of my friends. Before getting dress that morning, I had taken off my gown and then my underpants so as to put on my long underwear. I was completely naked in the room, and as I searched in the drawers of the bureau for my long underwear, I noticed in the mirror Brenda staring at me. At the time it didn't bother me to have her see me naked, to me it felt the same as if I were naked in front of any boy in the shower room in school. So I just went on searching and I never gave it a second thought. But now that I recalled the event, it occur to me that she had been examining me carefully and even if my cock at the time had been limp, it must have intrigue her to know that such a soft piece of flesh could get well inside a woman. There was no doubt in my mind that girls knew and talked about these things when they were together in school, and Brenda was not as ignorant about these matters as mother thought. So I said to myself, why not give her the opportunity to get acquainted with my cock, but this time she should see it in all its grandeur while it is fully erected. That same evening, I purposely lingered in the kitchen a couple of minutes while she was in our room putting on her gown. When I got into the room, she was just climbing into the bed. The thought of parading naked - even if the room was in half darkness - had already caused my cock to swell. I wanted to be very certain that she didn't fall asleep before I had time to undress, so while undressing on my side of the bed, I asked her how her friend Clara was. Clara had been taken to the hospital the previous day because of severe pains in her abdomen. While Brenda explained to me that Clara would be fine since the doctor discovered that her pains were due to an appendices attack, she was to have her appendix remove in a day or so. As Brenda talked to me, I pretended to look for my gown while purposely passing in front of the window where the street light lit a portion of the room. Of course I was naked and I had an erection that would have shame a bull. She couldn't fail to see it because of the light in the background, I slowly opened one drawer after another looking for my gown, and I even turned sideways to let her have a better look. The fact that she stopped talking in the middle of a sentence was proof enough of her seeing me. It took her several seconds before she could finish what she had been saying. Purposely, I shoved my lower body forward thus allowing my cock to boldly bounce back and forth. At last I found my gown, and while standing in front of the window, I made a show of putting in on. When I climbed into the bed next to her, she didn't move toward me to share our body heat, as she would have done normally. Instead, she remained very still on her side of the bed and for a long time afterward she turned one way then the other thus revealing that she had trouble sleeping. Apparently the sight of my naked body had disturb her indeed but it had had the opposite effect that I had anticipated. The sight of my cock, instead of creating a desire in her to feel it, as was my hope, had seemed to scare her a little. It was too late now to change thing, it had been a mistake to expose myself thus and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt asleep before she did that night. In the middle of the night I had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Brenda moved very close to me once more. She was in a deep sleep, as I could tell by her regular breading, it was evident to me that she had move over unconsciously toward the source of heat - that is my body. A couple of minutes later I once again had my erection between the crack of her bottom through the layers of material. Next, being very careful not to awaken her, my hand began to slowly explore her body. I paid a special attention to her waist and left thigh. Then very gently I place the palm of my hand on her breast - over her gown - while I began to slowly shove my lower body against her bottom. Soon the excitement and pleasure that I felt became more important than my need to be prudent and I shoved my body faster against her, while at the same time my hand over her breast started to knead and press in her soft flesh. Once more I experienced the crisis approaching, the pleasure that took hold of me is too great to describe. When the explosion arrived, my whole body shook and my hand on her breast proceeded to press and squeeze the exiting mount of flesh. At that moment I felt certain that I was going to pull her out of her sleep, but her only reaction was to mumble a few incoherent words as she remained very still thus letting me use her body for my pleasure. For the next two weeks her sleeping body became mine to use as much as I dared. Thus in than fashion I made myself climax every night and sometime more than once. One night, as she lay with her buttock toward me, I became bolder. Instead of pressing my hardness against her round bottom, I placed my hand on the twin round spheres of her bottom cheeks and I gently felt her. Soon I notice that her gown - as she must have moved around in bed - had gotten high over her thighs. My hand was actually toughing the soft and warm flesh of her thighs. Immediately I became exited to the utmost, encourage by this I carefully pulled on her gown until it slit all the way around her waist leaving thus her lower body covered by her white cotton panties only. Only the thin material of her panties was hiding her bottom. In those days, especially during the war, all girls wore the same kind of white panties with an elastic band around the waistline and one around each thigh. They very similar in design and they resemble the bottom section of the woman bathing, except that they were while and a lot thinner. Brenda was still asleep of course, I was now an expert on this since each and every night I would wait for her to fall asleep and I knew all of the signs. On a couple of occasions while I was getting my pleasure with her body she stirred a little, but each time, after a pause of a minute or so, she would always resume her regular breathing. Brenda was a very profound sleeper or else she would have already caught me. I still can recall the time when she was about nine or ten, when she used to sleepwalk. Once, in the middle of the night, she actually walked out of the house. This incident had happen in summer, father had heard her as she was leaving the house, so she hadn't gone very far that time. I think this is one of the reasons mother insisted that she continue to sleep in a child bed with the high sided, even though she was much too old for that. 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