Message-ID: <20733eli$9903230428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MichaelD38@aol.com Subject: NEW: {MichaelD} "Consanguinity" (MF, rom) (2/5) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: ************************************************ Consanguinity Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************ III. For the next few days, the three of us did little but lounge around the pool or go sailing. I spent one morning giving Shelby a crash course in sailing basics, mainly the names of the different parts of the boat and what might go on during a race. She wasn't going to be much help, but I satisfied myself that she at least would not be a problem. Saturday morning we went racing. Two friends of mine from the crew team at Harvard, Steve and Phillip, showed up around eight, and the five of us sailed around the point to the starting area. We were in the second PHRF class, which would be starting third. The wind was light, as it usually was off Newport, so I had Carolyn set the big headsail. She would be working the foredeck--her usual spot--while Steve and Phillip worked the cockpit, and I took the helm. Shelby was basically ballast, though she would be assisting as best she could. When the second group started, we began jockeying for position. There were five other boats in our class, all of them with higher ratings, so I wasn't holding too many illusions about winning. We had a good chance of finishing first, though. With a minute to go before the start, we got caught between two of the other boats, and the wind shadow dropped us back a couple of boat lengths. It looked as if we were off to a bad start when the wind started to shift. The boats in front of us were suddenly getting lifted over the starting line and had to fall off. I turned us up above them, missing the stern of the second boat by about five feet. That put us into clear air just as the gun went off, and we shot over the line ahead of the other boats. Carolyn let out a whoop, pumping her fist at the boats behind us. Shelby looked back at me, not sure what Carolyn was so stoked about. "What happened?" "Wind shift. We got lucky. Now we're upwind of the other boats." "Oh. That's good, right?" "Yeah." With that start, we led the whole first leg, rounding the mark about five boat lengths ahead of the boat behind us. The second leg was a reach up to the far pin, and with the wind holding, we only lengthened our lead. Shelby seemed to be having a good time, even if she had no idea what was going on. "We're winning, right?" "We're leading. To win, we have to beat the other boats by a certain time. Remember what I explained about the ratings?" "Sort of. It's a handicap?" "Basically. The higher the rating, the slower the boat." I patted her on the shoulder, and she smiled at me. She had a baseball cap on, and her blonde hair was hanging out through the back in a ponytail. I resisted the urge to play with it, since we were in the middle of a race. She pulled her knees up to her chest, glancing once up to the foredeck. "I've been meaning to ask you something," she said. "Shoot." "Why did you name the boat after Carolyn?" I looked up at my sister, who was staring out at the sea. "It's a sailor thing. You name boats after the important women in your life. When I got her, that was Carolyn. Still is." She smiled. "That's sweet." Carolyn crawled back toward us. "Which spinnaker do you want to use? The Harvard one, right?" "Right." She disappeared into the cabin, and I nudged Shelby. "Go with her. Let her explain what she's doing." She slid down into the cockpit and followed Carolyn. About a minute later, Carolyn emerged from the forward hatch with the spinnaker. Shelby crawled out after her and crouched on the foredeck. She watched as Carolyn clipped the spinnaker to the bow and attached the spinnaker pole to the mast. I could see Carolyn talking to her, but they were too far away to hear anything. Carolyn glanced back toward me when she was done, and seeing me watching them, grinned and nudged Shelby. I waved to them, and they came back toward the cockpit. Carolyn stayed forward by the cabin, but Shelby returned to her spot next to me. "Should I do anything?" "You're just going to need to stay out of the way, sorry. If we don't do this right, we can get the spinnaker wrapped around the headstay or the mast." "It's okay. I'll stay here." As we got to the second mark, Carolyn crawled up onto the foredeck to take down the headsail while Steve and Phillip prepared to hoist the spinnaker. I grabbed the spinnaker sheet with my free hand, then handed it to Shelby. "Hold onto this until we get around the mark." She took it into both hands. "Okay." As we rounded the mark, Steve and Phillip brought up the spinnaker, then dropped the headsail. Shelby held onto the sheet until Steve took it from her. Carolyn wadded up the jib on the foredeck and then crawled back to the cockpit. I looked starboard to where the other boats were still approaching the mark. I took us out a ways to prevent any of them from shadowing us. We got a good lead on them, and soon settled into a smooth downwind run. I noticed Shelby staring up at the spinnaker, which was crimson with two white bars across it. "Harvard colors." She looked over at me, smiling. "I thought so." "Want to steer?" Her eyes bulged a little. "Are you sure?" "We're just going straight downwind. You should be able to handle it." "Okay." She scooted back next to me and took the helm. I held onto it until she seemed to have the idea. Carolyn gave me another look from where she was adjusting the spinnaker pole in the cockpit, then turned around and leaned against the bulkhead, facing aft. "Anybody hungry? You guys want to eat?" "Sure," Steve said. "What have we got?" "Sandwiches. Turkey and swiss or roast beef and cheddar." The rest of the crew put in their orders, and Carolyn went below for the food. A moment later, I saw her motioning for me to come below. I got up from where I sat next to Shelby and went to her. "What's up?" She grinned at me as she stacked up the sandwiches and sodas. "You're letting her steer during a race?" "She's learning fast." "We've been talking a lot about you. She was asking all about your other girlfriends." "What did you tell her?" "Just the basics. She's worried about whether she can measure up. She doesn't have a lot of experience with guys." "I kind of get that idea." Her eyes twinkled, and she glanced back at Shelby. "I maybe shouldn't tell you this, but she's a virgin." "You can stop now." She giggled. "Are you embarrassed?" "It's a little soon to worry about that." Another grin. "That's what you think." I patted her on the shoulder and took a handful of food. "Enough." I climbed up into the cockpit and passed out the sandwiches. Carolyn emerged after me with the drinks. I checked the position of the boat, and saw that Shelby had kept us on course. I returned to my place next to her. "How you doing?" "Good. I think I'm getting the hang of it." I let her steer as we ate, then took the tiller back as we approached the next mark. As the rest of them took their positions, I sent Shelby up into the forward hold to pull the spinnaker below as Carolyn pulled it down. The wind began to die as we got closer, and by the time we rounded the mark, we were under five knots. I sent us out across the course in search of wind, but nothing appeared. The fourth leg took us a good half-hour, during which several of the boats behind us closed in. When we rounded the last mark and hoisted the spinnaker again, our lead had shrunk to about five boat lengths. Shelby noticed the scowl on my face. "What's wrong?" "We need to beat that boat behind us by about forty-five seconds. We're not going to make it unless something happens." "Oh. What can we do?" "Find some wind." Carolyn stood up against the mast and looked around. "Will, I think there's something going on out there." She pointed across the course where I could see some boats in another class moving more briskly. "It's a risk. That's a long way." "We're going to lose otherwise." "Okay. Let's do it." I tacked us around and watched behind us to see if the other boats would try to cover. None of them did. We drifted for about ten minutes, getting further apart. "Doesn't look too good," Steve said. "Nope." Grinning, Shelby stood up against the railing and flapped her arms to generate some wind. Carolyn laughed, but then, as if Shelby had indeed done something, the wind began to pick up. Shelby giggled. "Hey--" I smiled at her. "Good work." We were soon into a good reach toward the finish line, and as I watched to port, I could see that the shift had not extended toward the rest of our class. Shelby got more and more excited as we neared the committee boat, especially once it became clear that we were a long way ahead. "Are we winning?" "Looks like it." She hugged me briefly, then turned around to watch the boats behind us. Carolyn got out her stopwatch and punched it as the finish gun went off. Shelby jumped at the noise. "What was that?" "It means we finished first in our class." I turned us off the wind and Carolyn quickly dropped the spinnaker. "How long?" "Thirty seconds now." I grinned. The next boat was a good twenty lengths from the line. "Forty," she said a few moments later. "Forty-five. That's it." Shelby squealed. "Did we win?" "Yep." She jumped over and hugged me tightly. Steve and Phillip high- fived each other, then Carolyn. When Shelby let go of me, I did the same. Then we packed up and headed for the yacht club. IV. "I can't believe we won." Shelby was still bouncing around in excitement after we tied up at the dock. "You're not a bad good luck charm." I kissed her on the forehead, and she hugged me. "Do we get a trophy?" "A dinky little plaque for winning the class. We might get a cup if we finished high enough overall." "How do we know?" "The Race Committee will post the results inside." We would be sailing back to the house, so we didn't bother buttoning everything up at the yacht club. Carolyn went ahead to check the results, and Shelby went with her. Steve, Phillip, and I were approaching the clubhouse when Shelby came bouncing out toward us. "We're third! We're third!" She jumped into my arms and kissed me as Steve and Phillip laughed. Carolyn came up behind her. "Not bad for a virgin." The rest of them laughed, but Shelby's face dropped, and she looked at Carolyn in mild shock. Carolyn just laughed again. "The race, dweeb, I'm talking about the race." "Oh." She laughed nervously, and I winked at her. She seemed to relax a little, though she kept her arm around my waist. I led them all into the clubhouse and bought a round of drinks. We sat waiting for the Race Committee to show up, which they finally did about twenty minutes later. Shelby got all excited again when they passed out the awards, and cheered loudly when I collected our cup for finishing third overall. After that, we went back to the boat and sailed home. I felt like celebrating after that, so I had Kathy go out and get us some steaks that I could grill out back for dinner. Steve and Phillip sat by the pool flirting with Carolyn while Shelby stood with me by the grill. "I was talking with my Mom last night. She wants me to come back to New York for a few days next week." "When?" "I was thinking Monday." "But you're coming back?" She didn't answer me right away. "Actually . . . I was kind of thinking you guys could come with me." "Is your mom okay with that?" "I didn't ask her." "Well ask her." "Do you want to?" "Sure. Just for a few days, right?" "Yeah. Thursday or Friday at the latest." "Okay. I don't want to miss the race next weekend." She smiled and leaned against me. "Cool. Thanks." Dinner lasted well into the evening, but Steve and Phillip finally left around nine. The three of us watched TV for about an hour before Carolyn went upstairs. Shelby and I then made out on the couch for a few minutes before she stopped me. "Could . . . could we go upstairs?" "Upstairs?" "Your room." I realized then what she was getting at. "Sure. Come on." I stood, taking her hand, and led her upstairs. I shut the door, and she stood nervously in the middle of room, hands in front of her. I went to her and kissed her a few times. She put her hands on my waist and leaned against me. "I had a great time today," she said. "So did I." "I really like being with you." "Me too." She lifted her head and kissed me again, and I held her in my arms. We stood together kissing for a minute before she stopped again. "Will?" "Hmm?" She was quiet a few moments, and I could feel her heart beating in her chest. "I want to do this . . . but I've never done it before. Just so you know." "It's okay." "Thanks." I led her to the bed, and she lay down beside me. I spent a few moments looking into her blue eyes and playing with her hair. She snuggled with me, giggling nervously. "What?" "Nothing. I'll tell you later." I went back to kissing her and slowly began to undress her. I took her blouse off first and spent a few minutes kissing and caressing her shoulders. I slid her bra straps down, then peeled the cups off her breasts a ways, though not far enough to expose her nipples. I kissed around them, then took off her bra. I hadn't seen her nipples before now, and I slid down to examine them. They were light pink, scarcely darker than the surrounding flesh, and I watched as they stiffened and contracted under my fingers. Shelby just lay there and let me play with her, still nervous but happy. I was soon kissing and nursing her breasts, and she held my head in her hands. A few moments later, she pulled my shirt over my head and curled into my arms to kiss me. When I began unbuttoning her shorts, she did the same with mine, sliding them down just after I took off hers. I regarded her smooth form next to me for a moment or two, caressing her waist and hips with my left hand. "This is nice," she said. "Yeah." "Thank you for taking it so slowly." "I want you to enjoy it." "I am." I kissed her again and a few minutes later slid down her panties. She lifted up her hips to help me get them off, then pulled off my boxers. "Can we get under the covers?" "Yeah. In fact, hold on a second." We sat up, and Shelby slipped under the sheet. I got off the bed and went into my bathroom for a second. When I came back in, she was watching me from the pillow. "What was that?" "Just some protection." I set the condoms on the nightstand and slipped into bed with her. "Oh. Thanks. I didn't think of that." I took her in my arms and began caressing her. I kissed my way down her neck, then to her breasts, rolling her on her back. When I began moving further south, I could feel her tensing up, but she didn't stop me. I kissed my way down her abdomen, finally settling between her thighs. Her pubic hair was relatively thin, and I opened her up with my thumbs before closing in. I heard a sharp intake of breath when I first slipped my tongue into her, and her hands slid down to grip mine. I licked around her slowly, letting her find a rhythm she liked. As she began to warm up and lubricate, I worked on her more directly. Her clitoris swelled to meet my touch, and I took it between my lips. She let out a quiet squeak, and her back arched as I did it. I worked my tongue against her like that for a few moments, then withdrew. I kept it easy at first, watching for the telltale movement of her hips. When she started to rise with me, I sped up, running the tip of my tongue around and around, occasionally moving down to gather up the honey that was now oozing out of her. I dared to slip one finger inside her, very gently, until I found her virginity. She gasped as I did, tensing up. Her abdomen was beginning to twitch now, and I prepared to finish her off, speeding up my attack. She squeaked again, moaning through her clenched teeth. "Oh Will, oh God." About ten or fifteen seconds later, her hands clamped down onto mine, and a long, convulsive shiver ran through her body. I kept up my assault past the end of her climax, and she didn't stop me. Her body remained rigid though, and soon she began to squeak again, jerking with each exclamation. About a minute after her first orgasm, she came again, stronger now, shuddering under me, crying out. She pushed me off as it peaked, holding my head tightly between her hands, quivering for about five or ten seconds. Then she let go of me and melted back into the bed. I climbed up next to her, and she curled into my arms. It was a minute or so before she stirred again. "Wow," she said softly. "That was fun." She giggled. "Yeah." She began trying to return the favor now, kissing me, around my neck and chest, while feeling for my erection with her hand. I felt her exploring me, feeling around, squeezing it. After she had felt me for a moment or two, she giggled nervously. "What?" "This will sound so stupid. I feel like such a virgin." "It's okay. I understand. What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. It's just . . . you're bigger than I expected. I mean, I don't have anything to compare it to, I just didn't think they were this big." "It's quite average, trust me. It should fit fine." "Okay. I'm sorry." I kissed her again for a few moments, and she kept playing with me. Then she slowly moved under the covers, sliding down until her head was lying on my abdomen. She paused for a second, and then I felt her taking me into her mouth. She gagged slightly at first, but soon settled down. I lay back and let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much. She moved up and down slowly, working her tongue against me. A minute or so into it, she repositioned herself to get a better angle on me, and things improved after that. I finally pulled her off after about five minutes. She lay on her back next to me while I got a condom from the nightstand. I rolled above her, stopping to kiss her a few times. "Are you ready?" She nodded, putting her hands on my hips. I positioned myself with one hand, finding her wetness, and moved forward. Even for a virgin, she was a tight fit. When I felt her hymen separating, she squirmed a little, but opened herself up as I slipped into her. She moaned as I bottomed out, whimpering and biting at my shoulder. I worked myself against her slowly, pushing upward until I had a good angle against her sensitive spots. She lay quietly on her back and let me make love to her, doing little more than kiss me and dig her nails into my side. I held myself off, wanting to make sure she enjoyed it. She began to move her legs against me, sliding them up and down. I kissed her neck and ears, making her giggle. I tried to pay attention to her reactions, the sounds she made, the way she moved with me. Even so, her climax came as a surprise, a sudden squeak and convulsion under me. She arched her back, gasping for breath. The sight and feel of it were enough to dissolve my control, and I let loose the brakes, riding with her until I finally joined her in orgasm. I caught my breath for a few moments and rolled off of her. She curled under my arm, nuzzling me. As the glow began to subside, I looked down at her, playing with her eyebrows and feeling her nose. She looked up at me, smiling, but said nothing. She didn't need to. I had only known her two weeks, but that was when I first realized I was falling in love with her. ************************************************ Consanguinity Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----