Who Needs Dignity Anyway

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In my young life I have found myself in situations of erotic humiliation more than a handful of times. You could say I'm cursed. This is the story of how I came to accept it. Indeed, how I came to love it.

Chapter 1

The first incident was in my early teens. I'm an only child, but after my mother remarried I found myself with a new sister, Hannah. We were both petite, but I was of mixed white and Asian heritage with black hair and brown eyes, whereas Hannah was white with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She is 5 years older than me, and at the time my story takes place, she had just started college abroad in Italy.

I had always wanted to see Italy myself, so during the summer vacation, our parents arranged for me to stay with Hannah in her one-bedroom apartment. We get along despite our age difference, but I must admit I got on her nerves from time to time. My worst habit was sneaking off at night after Hannah had gone to bed. I slept on the couch in the living room so I could easily leave without waking her. I thought it was all a big adventure.

Hannah, of course, was anxious over my safety, and after catching me a few times, she finally snapped. "Alright Fiona," she said, "That's the last straw. I'm calling Mom and Dad." I was devastated. I didn't want my trip to be cut short and have to spend the rest of the summer in our boring suburban neighborhood, so I pleaded with my sister and promised to behave.

A mischievous look came on Hannah's face. "Alright, I have an idea." Her plan was, admittedly, creative, though thoroughly embarrassing to myself. Every night after my evening shower, Hannah would lock up all my clothes, returning them only in the morning. I would spend the night completely naked, and if all I was doing was sleeping like a well-behaved girl, well, what's wrong with that? I was alarmed at this suggestion, but as it was either this or a phone call home, I grudgingly accepted.

The arrangement started that night. After I showered, I found that Hannah had locked my suitcase of clothes in the bedroom closet. Hannah was sitting on the couch watching TV. "Hey there," she said as I blushed furiously. It felt strange to be walking around the house completely exposed, but that's all I could do from now until the morning. At least it was just my sister who could see me. I sat down next to her on the couch, still red on the face. "You're so cute," Hannah giggled. "You'll get used to it."

Having grown up in Europe, Hannah had a more relaxed attitude to nudity, and especially now that the weather was hot, she herself barely wore anything around the house. Her typical attire was a loose tank top that just covered her barely-there panties. I often caught myself marveling at her shapely body, at glimpses of her breasts through the tank top's armholes, and even once or twice at her butt, whenever she bent down to pick something up.

She was right, I did start getting used to spending the evening nude after a few days. I even started to enjoy it. I liked my body, liked catching it whenever I passed a mirror. At the start I would nag Hannah for my clothes as soon as we woke up, but eventually I would stay naked even until after breakfast, basically until it was time to get dressed to go out. I would watch TV naked, cook naked, clean naked, play board games with Hannah naked.

One night I was home alone while Hannah went clubbing with some of her college friends. I sat reading on the couch until I fell asleep. Later that night I woke up to the door opening, so I groggily got up to greet Hannah. "Hey, how was--" I began, but my words died on my throat. Hannah was standing by the hallway, and beside her was a man. He was tall, well-built, with Greek features.

"Hey Fi, this is Jasper" Hannah said, a little too loud. She was still tipsy.

"Hey kiddo," Jasper said, with an accent. "Sorry if we woke you."

I was paralyzed. There I was standing in front of a stranger--a boy--stark naked! A part of me wanted to run and hide, but another part, the part that won, wanted to play the cool European and act like nudity wasn't a big deal. I mumbled something that sounded like "Hey". Not knowing what to do with my hands, I hugged my stomach.

Hannah then took Jasper's arm and started leading him to the bedroom. As she passed me, she pulled her face close to mine and said, "Sorry in advance, I think I'm going to be loud." She laughed, then to my surprise, she kissed me on the lips. Before I could react, she and Jasper had disappeared into the room and shut the door.

It wasn't long before the moaning started. I sat on the couch trying to sleep, but my sister's moans were all I could hear and think about. I started feeling strange, a little hot and wet between the legs. Not knowing why, I squeezed a pillow between my thighs and began rubbing against it. I hadn't learned much about sex back then, so it was instinct kicking in.

After some time the moans died down. I heard the bedroom door open, so I looked up from the couch. It was Hannah. She was completely naked and glistening with sweat. She half-walked, half-stumbled to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of water. That was my first time to see her totally nude, and I couldn't help but stare at her body. As she drank, a streak of water slid from her mouth down to her chest, then to her flat stomach. My eyes followed it down to her pussy. I had only ever seen my own, so it was quite an interesting sight to me. Hannah was pretty, and I found myself thinking that her pussy was just as pretty as her face.

Hannah took her last gulp and noticed me. "Hey, you're still up." She walked to the couch and lay right on top of me. I could feel her damp, naked skin press against mine, her legs, stomach, nipples finding their counterparts in mine. She touched our foreheads together. "God, that was good," she said. "Just what I needed."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. I could feel a pulsing around my groin, which still felt terribly wet.

"Hey babe, where are you," Jasper called out. I saw him walk in front of the couch, and my eyes widened. He was also naked. He was a beautiful man, chiseled and tan, and since I was lying down on the couch looking up at him, the first thing my eyes laid on was his enormous, erect cock. It stood out proudly, a mighty organ looming right above me and Hannah.

Hannah smiled, and she did something that was totally shocking to me but somehow also the most natural thing in the world. She put his cock in her mouth and started sucking. Hannah was still on top of me so I couldn't move. I watched her devouring that cock just inches from my face. I was amazed, frightened, and extremely turned on. I started rubbing my hips against Hannah's and she started rubbing back, all the while sliding her lips and tongue along Jasper's cock. We were all breathing heavily.

I don't remember how long that went on, but all of a sudden, Jasper pulled his cock out of my sister's mouth and it started squirting white liquid right on Hannah's face. In a night full of surprises that was probably the biggest one for me. I had a vague idea of what the human body looked like, but no one's ever taught me what an orgasm was. Now I just had a front-row seat to one.

By the time Jasper stopped cumming, my sister's face was completely drenched. She sat up, leaned her head back against the couch's head rest, and caught her breath. Meanwhile, Jasper stumbled into the bedroom and promptly fell asleep.

I sat up too. "Are you okay?" I asked Hannah.

She laughed. "Oh yeah"

"What is that?" I asked. "All over your face?"

"It's cum sweetie," Hannah said. "You don't know what cum is?"

I shook my head, and so Hannah began to explain. It was that night that I had my crash course in sex. I was fascinated and asked a lot of questions. Hannah was a patient teacher.

"And while the guy has one cock," Hannah went on, "girls have three holes where the cock can go in."

"Where are they?"

"Well you've seen me demonstrate one," Hannah said, pointing to her mouth. "Here are the other two." With that, she leaned back and pulled her legs far apart, her feet going beyond her head. To this day, I still remember this image of Hannah fondly, her giving me a clear look at her vagina and asshole, with her face still plastered with cum. She was the perfect picture of a shameless slut, and I loved that side of her.

"The cock goes in there?" I asked, and before Hannah could respond, I touched her glistening pussy with a finger.

A soft moan escaped Hannah's lips. "Yes. That's pretty sensitive, so the feeling is more intense than the mouth."

Burning with curiosity, I slowly slipped my finger into Hannah's pussy. Her juices allowed me to easily push my finger all the way in. Hannah, still holding her legs wide apart, gasped. "Yes... sweetie... you got... the right... idea..." It clicked in my head then. My finger was the cock, and this is how it enters the pussy. I started slipping it in and out and wriggling it. Hannah began moaning, which I took to mean that I was doing it right. I started putting in two fingers at a time, and my sister's moans grew more frantic. "Yes! Yes! You got it!" I would later learn that I had been hitting her G-spot, and it didn't take long before she started cumming on my hand.

When she caught her breath again, Hannah and I laid back down. She had her arms around me and some of Jasper's cum drip onto my cheek. "That's enough sex ed for today," she said. I nodded. "We forgot lesson one actually," she added before drifting off to sleep. "Remind me tomorrow. I'll teach you how to kiss." With that we fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

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Chapter 2

By the morning of the next day, Jasper was already gone, having quietly slipped out sometime in the night. Hannah was hungover and transferred to the bedroom to get some more sleep. I drew the curtains, took my set of clothes for the day from the closet, and shut the door. I would have stayed naked all morning but I had to run errands. The outfit I chose was a breezy sundress. Out of curiosity, I also borrowed one of Hannah's panties. All her panties were extremely flimsy, with a narrow V to cover the front that tapered to a mere string in the back. I would later learn that this style was called a G-string. She usually just wore these around the house, pairing it with an oversized top.

I put the panties on and immediately saw why these were Hannah's choice of wear. They were so comfortable, as if they weren't even there. I should ask Hannah to buy me my own set.

It was a warm day and I enjoyed the sunshine on my skin. By the time I got back home, Hannah was on the dining table having coffee. She still had a headache so I cooked breakfast for both of us.

"I borrowed one of your panties," I said as we were cleaning up after the meal. I lifted my dress to show her.

"You like em?" Hannah asked. "They're pretty mature clothing for a girl your age."

"I like them, they're comfortable. Could you buy me my own set?"

"Sure," Hannah replied. "I was planning to get some new bikinis for myself. Which reminds me, you up for meeting new people tonight?" Hannah explained that her friend Mara had invited her to overnight at her place so they could work on their term paper together. Mara had a sister around my age, and she was having a slumber party with her friends. I could join them while the college girls did their schoolwork, and the next day Mara would drive them all to the beach.

I was shy by nature but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make new European friends, so I said yes. We then visited the mall to shop for clothes. I got my own G-string panties while Hannah got a couple of bikini sets. While we shopped, I asked Hannah about Jasper and whether he's her boyfriend.

"Oh, I don't know," Hannah replied. "He's nice, but we're both not ready for commitment right now." She explained that she just wanted to explore more of her sexuality, and Jasper was a trusted friend with whom she could do that.

I asked her what she meant by exploring her sexuality. "Trying new things," she said. "Anal sex, for example."

By this time we had returned home. I put the bags down by the couch and recalled the image of Hannah from last night, spreading her legs wide to show me the holes a girl can get penetrated in. "Anal sex is when it goes in the butt, right?"

"That's right," Hannah said. Now that we were home, she started removing her outside clothing, first a plaid button-up and then her denim shorts. She was left with just a gray tube top and matching panties. "It hurts a bit, but my God, I'm crazy for it."

I followed Hannah's lead and removed my sundress, leaving me in just the panties I borrowed from her.

"What I'm really keen on," Hannah continued as she sat on the couch, "is trying out getting airtight."

"Airtight?" I asked, sitting beside her.

"Triple penetration," she explained. "It's when one cock is in your mouth, another is in your pussy, and another is in your butt. All your holes are filled." As she spoke, Hannah began rubbing her neck. I didn't realize it at the time, but talk of getting airtight was making her horny.

My eyes widened at the concept. "That's wild."

Hannah laughed. "This is all too mature for you though. You haven't even had your first kiss yet, have you?"

"Well," I said. "You kissed me last night."

"Oh that doesn't count. We're family. It has to be someone you like."

I nodded. I wanted to say that I found Hannah extremely pretty and I did feel those butterflies in my stomach last night when she pressed her lips on mine. Did that mean I liked her? Or did I just love her as a step-sister?

"Do you even know if you like boys or girls yet?" Hannah asked.

I thought about it. "I don't know. I really liked seeing you and Jasper, umm..."

"You liked seeing me give him a blowjob." Hannah's hand had moved from rubbing her neck to massaging her breast. "You liked seeing him cum all over my face."

"Yes," I said, and as those images came back I felt myself getting wet between the legs.

"Well, that's still pretty inconclusive. Maybe you like boys, maybe you like both girls and boys."

"You said," I began, not quite knowing how to say it. "You said you were going to... teach me kissing?"

"Oh yeah. No time like the present!" Hannah slowly moved her face closer to mine until our noses were touching. "Kissing starts with eye contact." I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. My heart was beating fast as I nodded. Hannah now positioned herself right against me, my torso wedged between her legs. Her hands began to caress my naked back, pulling me closer and closer.

Finally, she brought our lips together. Again I felt the fluttering in my stomach. I could feel my face getting hot and goosebumps forming on my skin.

"For really intense kissing," Hannah continued, "you'll want to of course use your tongue." With that, she slid her tongue into my mouth and began moving it around, all the while our moistened lips rubbed and smacked each other. "Now you try," she said, so then it was my turn to push my tongue into her mouth. It felt awkward at first but I got the hang of it. It went on for a minute, and then two, and then five. By now our tongues were sliding in and out of each other's mouths, intertwining, embracing.

At last, we broke apart. Breathing heavily, Hannah said, "And that's how you kiss." She smiled. "Any questions?"

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Why is my pussy so wet?"

Hannah laughed. "That means you're horny."

"Horny?"

"That means you want to have sex, like, right now. It's okay, I'm horny too." She exhaled. "Too bad Jasper's busy today. God I need sex. Lots of it."

"Hannah," I whispered. I looked down, feeling my cheeks burn up. I couldn't believe what I was about to ask, but it was like my mind turned off and my body took over. "Hannah, please..."

"Fiona? You okay sweetie?"

"Hannah, please have sex with me."

Hannah looked startled for a moment before she smiled. "Say that again?"

"Please have sex with me. Please give me an--an--" I swallowed. "An orgasm."

Hannah turned my chin up and kissed me. "You sure you want to lose your virginity to your sister?"

"We're family," I said. "It doesn't count."

Hannah chuckled. "I suppose you're right. Let this be a continuation of your lessons then. Do you know how girls have sex?"

I thought about it for a moment. We didn't have cocks to penetrate with, so we'd have to use something else. "Is it like last night when I put my fingers inside you?"

Now it was Hannah's turn to blush. "Y-Yes," she stammered. "I almost forgot that happened. There is another way though, a gentler way. You see how we kissed with our tongues just now?"

I nodded.

"Well, our pussies are like lips too. Girls kiss each other's pussies with their tongues. That's how they have sex."

I found this idea fascinating, but before I could ponder it any further, Hannah had pushed me down and began pulling my panties off. She spread my legs wide and brought her face down to my pussy. This alarmed me. I had been naked in front of Hannah many times by now but never with my pussy exposed in such a lewd fashion, right against her face. I was embarrassed, but also incredibly horny. I could feel juices starting to seep out of my vagina. I needed some kind of release, and I needed it now.

"Mind you," Hannah said, "this is my first time trying this. Here goes nothing." With that, she pressed her lips on my pussy and began, essentially, making out with it. With that first contact it was like a dam in me broke and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a very loud moan. But now I could feel Hannah's tongue slipping in and out of my pussy and the pleasure just grew exponentially from there. I half moaned and half screamed. I grabbed Hannah's hair and tried to bring my legs together, but Hannah had them pinned firmly wide apart. I had no choice but to take it as wave after wave of steadily intensifying pleasure gripped my body from head to toe.

After just a few minutes came the release. My first orgasm. As I came, my legs started shaking uncontrollably and I was clutching the sofa cushions like my life depended on it. I was all out screaming at that point. The orgasm pulsed and pulsed, seemingly refusing to end. Hannah's tongue was still working on me. I managed to look down at one point and caught a glimpse of my pussy squirting out a colorless liquid right at Hannah's face. Was this my cum?

Eventually the orgasm died down. I lay there breathing hard, my brain a complete blank. I was lying spread-eagled on the couch but I couldn't muster an ounce of strength to get myself into a more modest position. Through my blurred vision I saw Hannah, her face, neck, and chest drenched in my juices. "You taste so sweet," she smiled, leaning down and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself through her.

As my strength slowly came back, Hannah sat up and removed her tube top and panties. She was standing with one foot raised on the sofa, giving me a clear view of her glistening pussy. A streak of her juices had begun running down her leg. "You got all that?" she asked. "Now you try."

Before I could reply, she grabbed my head and pushed my face against her pussy. With her hand pressing at the back of my head, she began rubbing her pussy against my mouth. I felt like I was drowning in her juices. Not knowing what else to do, I stuck my tongue out and pushed it as far as I can into her vagina. As Hannah moaned, I mimicked the motions of our kissing earlier, but with her pussy instead of her mouth.

An idea then came to me. As I licked and drank her juices, I inserted two fingers into her vagina and wriggled them. Since she was standing, this was easy to do. I must have hit her G-spot again because she almost immediately came. Her legs buckled and she fell right on top of me on the sofa.

"You..." she panted. "You're really... good at this..."

I smiled proudly.

"I'm not sure if you like girls, but some girls are definitely going to like you." Hannah laughed.

"Well," I said. "All I know so far is I like having sex with you."

Hannah looked at me. "Want to go again?"

I nodded.

"Great. Now let me tell you about sixty-nine."