The Garden Shed Ch. 05

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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.

This story took place in the 1970s in the United Kingdom when the ‘World Wide Web’ or Internet as it is known today, was barely an infant and not available to private individuals. As for mobile phones, they were only at an experimental stage. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by chats with ‘experienced’ friends or looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and so on.

Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can now be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.

All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the 1970s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters.

Obviously, if you have read the previous chapters you will be more in tune with the characters.


I had been back at college since Monday, and although I had tried to concentrate on the lectures and work, my mind kept going back to last Sunday afternoon and all that had happened with my sister Sue.

At my sister’s suggestion, we had showered together while our parents were out for the afternoon. In the shower, we had given each other oral sex, the first time for either of us and both of us had intense orgasms.

Just before we left the shower, my sister had surprised and almost shocked me by making me stand still and not speak, then carefully and slowly, put the head of my cock just into her entrance for just a few moments. She said that she wanted to feel what it might be like if we went ‘all the way’, but then asked me if I would, and to think about it.

I thought about it a lot.

We had come a long way down the route of finding out a lot about sex with each other in secret, mainly in my shed, but to actually go ‘all the way’ with my sister, I wasn’t sure. We had touched, stroked, and pleasured each other, eventually being naked together, but this was the biggest step, and although the thought of having my cock right inside her, gave me an erection every time, I didn’t know if it might change everything afterwards. Then there was the risk of pregnancy or our parents finding out.

Yes, I was doing a lot of thinking.

One thing she had said was that I might need to ‘buy something’ and I worked out she meant a ‘french letter’ or ‘Durex’. (I think that was the only brand name for condoms then, and they were often referred to by that name). I decided that to be on the safe side, I should buy some, even if it was only to be safe if we repeated some of the things we had already done, when my cum had ended up near her pussy. I could hide them in the false bottomed drawers in my shed, with my magazines, so keeping them hidden wasn’t a problem.

Buying them in that era, was only from either a Chemist or a Barber Shop, but you had to ask for them. One problem was that you didn’t want to buy them from anywhere where you were known, or where your parents might shop or get a haircut. Also, most chemist shops had female counter-assistants and usually only the owner or pharmacist was male. You couldn’t just walk round any supermarket and slip them off a shelf into your shopping basket as you can now. Many young men had collections of toothbrushes and other small items, bought in place of Durex, when a young woman came to serve them at the counter and their courage failed them.

I was no different, and in my lunch times, I wandered the various streets looking for an anonymous chemist shop with a male serving at the counter. I reasoned that at lunchtime, the counter-assistant might go to lunch and the pharmacist would be serving at that time.

The first one I tried looked hopeful and the shop was empty when I walked in ready to ask for them. Unfortunately, the pharmacist must have been preparing something in the back room, and by the time he came to the counter, two of the young girls from college that I knew had come in and queued behind me. I blushed a little and bought a small packet of aspirin, then left. That sounds odd now, but that’s how it was.

It took several days before I finally managed to walk out of a chemist shop with three Durex discretely placed in a brown paper bag. It was strange having them there in my pocket during the afternoon classes. I had bought my first packet of Durex, but would I have the courage or even the opportunity to use them.


It was the usual practice at home for either Sue or me to wash the dishes after our evening meal. There had often been arguments to determine who’s turn it was, because one of us had perhaps mowed the lawn, or hung out washing, or done another chore that made it the others turn, However, since Sunday afternoon, we had started to do the dishes together, while our parents went to the sitting room to watch the TV. This gave us the opportunity to be close and cebeci escort for me to have an occasional feel of some part of my sister. We couldn’t do much, for fear of discovery, but it did maintain an intimacy and made us both randy, so that afterwards I often had to go to my shed for a wank, and I noticed Sue went to her room straight after.

Sue always worked on Saturdays, as it was a busy day in the hair salon where she worked, so it was a surprise when I finally surfaced at about 10 am dressed in my habitual shorts and tee shirt, to find Sue standing by the kitchen sink in her pajamas. They were just plain trousers and top, with some sort of flowery pattern on them that hid any shape she had, probably why she was allowed to wear them around the house.

“Sue? I thought you would be at work?”

“Yeah, I should be, but they phoned early this morning to say there had been a big water leak from one of the wash basins overnight and they couldn’t open today. So, I have an unexpected day off,” she smiled.

“Ah, ok, a little bonus then,” I said.

“Yep, great isn’t it.”

“What you going to do with this free day then?”

“I dunno, my friends all work, so I’m catching up on a few chores, starting with some hand washing of a few more delicate items. It’s a nice warm day, so they should dry outside ok.”

“Where are the folks?” I asked.

“In the garden, look,” she nodded at the kitchen window.

“They look busy.”

“Yeah, something to do with a new vegetable patch, I think. I wouldn’t let them see you or you will get roped in,” she grinned.

“Oh yea, thanks.”

She already had the kitchen sink full of soapy water and a few things floating in there. I walked over behind her.

“What you got in there,” I asked, just out of curiosity.

“Just a few bits and pieces that can’t go in the washing machine.”

“They look like…underwear,” I said, peering into the water.

She started to blush, “They are, I bought these silkier bits on a whim a few months ago, they are not my normal kind, but they do feel a bit special when I wear them,” she answered, shyly.

“Ohhhh,” I murmured, when she pulled out a very sexy pair of panties, much finer than the ones I had seen her in, “they look really sexy,” I said.

“Thank you, kind sir,” she giggled.

“Wouldn’t mind seeing you in those,” I joked.

“In them or out of them,” she retorted, blushing a bit more.

“Mmmmm,” was all I could say.

Imagining her wearing those skimpier items, had me feeling a bit randy and my cock was beginning to grow. I moved closer to her so that my cock was touching her pajama-clad bottom.

“Hey,” she said, “Mom and Dad are only there look, down near your shed, they’ll see.” she blustered.

“They are very busy though aren’t they.” I said, pressing myself against her bottom.

“Ben, they will see.”

“I don’t think so, its sunny outside and I know you can’t see into the kitchen from right down there.” I said.

“But they may come up for a drink or something.” she replied, not reassured.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly worked them round to her firm little bottom and started massaging the lovely firm globes.

“Ben! You can’t, it’s too risky.”

“Doesn’t it make it even better,” I whispered into her ear, “knowing they are just there, and we can see them, but they don’t know what we are doing?”

“It’s too scary Ben.”

I left one hand on her bottom and quickly worked the other one up under her loose pajama top at the front, easily reaching her right breast, which I cupped in my hand.

“Hmmm, no bra today Sue.”

“Oh God Ben! You are making me feel randy and we shouldn’t do it here.”

“It’s ok, if we see them coming this way, I’ll just go back to my room.”

“I dunno,” she said, weakening.

I rolled her hard nipple in my fingers and continued to stroke her bottom. Although she was concentrating on looking out of the window, she seemed to have stopped protesting.

I nuzzled her neck with my lips and licked round by her ear and had the satisfaction of seeing goose bumps appear on her neck. I swapped to her other breast and gave it lots of attention, cupping, lifting, grazing her nipple. She had her hands on the front of the sink, her washing forgotten. Our parents continued to dig and weed down the garden, oblivious to what we were doing.

Sue was making little noises as I massaged her breast and nipple. My cock was now fully erect in my shorts. I pressed it against her bum crack and moved it up and down slowly.

“Ben,” she whispered, “this is really bad you know.”

“I know,” I said through a smile, “it is sexy though. Are you feeling sexy doing this?”

“I am, yeah, very much.”

I moved the hand that had been stroking her bum round to the front and slipped it down the front of her loose pajama bottoms. I found her panties and moved my hand over her mound, feeling the slight spring of her pubic hair under the material.

“Ohhhh, I think that might be cebeci escort bayan too much,” she whispered urgently, but did nothing to stop me.

“Don’t worry, we can see them and remember they can’t see us.” I assured her.

I held her right breast while I rubbed my hand up and down over her mound. After a couple of minutes of this, I let my fingers drift up to the waistband of her panties and slipped them underneath and then down into her pubic hair. She looked over her shoulder at me biting her bottom lip, then focused back on the garden, where our parents continued to work.

Slipping my finger down, I found her slit and ran my forefinger up and down, catching her clit with it each time. Her pussy lips were getting wet and I could smell her arousal. She was letting me do it, but also trying to keep quiet, although she was breathing heavily, and her neck and face were flushed.

I kissed her neck again and nuzzled it with my lips while I kept up the massage of her breast and stimulation of her clit and pussy lips.

I took away the hand on her breast and undid the buttons on my shorts, then pulled my cock out through the hole in my underwear and shorts into the open. Sue, feeling the movements looked round and down.

“Christ Ben, you can’t get him out here, we will be in such trouble,” she said, panicking a bit.

“It’s ok, I can get him back in, and be out of here, if I need to.”

“What are we doing? I am scared,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything stupid enough for them to catch us,” I said, hoping that would be true. “Wouldn’t you like to feel him against you down there?”

“Emmmm…go on then, but we gotta keep watching.”

I pushed my hips forward and placed my cock between her thighs, against her pajamas that were covering her pussy. She closed her legs on it and trapped it there, just like we had before, the head sticking out in front of her, but this time in our kitchen, with our parents only a hundred feet or so away. It was very very sexy, dry humping my sister from behind while looking out on the garden. I knew she was feeling it too as she was moving her hips slightly back and forth, making quiet cooing sounds, and I still had one hand down her panties, gently rubbing round her clit.

I wished now that I had one of the Durex with me and could have put it on, so that I could have finished with no mess. However, I couldn’t just walk down to my shed and get one, then waltz back with it, alerting our parents to something, so I had to make do. But I knew we would now have to stop before one of us finished, as previous experiences had shown that what we had been doing would be obvious to anyone that should come in, even minutes later.

They carried on working in the garden, totally immersed in their project, and didn’t seem to even glance at the house.

I could feel a dampness, even through her pajamas, so I knew she was very turned on. I pulled my cock out from between her legs and took hold of the waistband of her trousers and attempted to pull it down over her bum.

She put her hand round to stop me, “No Ben, we mustn’t, not here, not now, we are going to be found out.”

“We won’t, trust me, we are both watching out, they can’t sneak up on us.”

“I’m scared we might miss them Ben.”

“Look, they are totally engrossed.”

“What – what are you going to do?” she asked, trembling a little.

“Only what we have done before, wouldn’t you like to feel that again?”

“Look at the state I’m in, my heart is hammering, even if we see them coming, they will wonder what’s been going on.”

“Just for a few minutes then, that’s all.” I suggested.

“Well, alright, but you mustn’t finish down there, promise?”

“I promise, of course,” I said.

She gradually released her hand that was stopping me, and I took hold of her waistband again. I eased it down to just below her bum cheeks. Standing in front of the kitchen sink, as we were, the lower halves of us were totally hidden, so I knew it was relatively safe as long as they stayed outside.

I did the same with her panties, so that from the waist down, to the bottom of her delightful bum, was bare. I moved forward again and pushed my cock back between her legs, but this time against her bare pussy. Oh, that feeling of the head sliding along between her lips was exquisite.

“You ok?” I asked, as I slid slowly backwards and forwards, my cock lubricated now by her juices, as we had done once before.

“Oh God, yeah. Ohhh Ben, I can’t believe we are doing this here. You’re right, it’s because it’s so bad and scary, that it intensifies the feelings ten times,” she said, breathlessly.

We carried on for a few minutes. Here we were in our kitchen, my bare cock gently pumping along her pussy, feeling her lips part to let me sail through like a boat through water while watching our parents just outside. I was starting to feel that I might come accidentally, it was so intense, both the euphoria in my head and the sensations on my cock. I knew escort cebeci I had to stop, soon, but as we watched and humped, Dad dug his spade into the ground and took his gloves off.

“Oh hell, they’ve stopped,” Sue said, “quick, get up to your room and don’t come down until you have got it soft enough, and pretend you’ve just come down.”

“Right,” I said, quickly withdrawing my cock. “I love you,” I whispered, as I kissed her neck and headed for the stairs.

As I turned the corner, I saw her tugging up her panties and pajama bottoms and couldn’t help but see a damp patch just visible between her thighs. I hoped they wouldn’t notice or would be too polite to ask what it was.

In my room, with the thoughts and image of where my cock had just been, I wanked out another load of cum. I waited a short time afterwards until I was sure I looked ‘normal’, then went back downstairs ostensibly for the first time.

Our parents were now in the kitchen having coffee, so I exchanged the usual greetings, poured some breakfast cereal and made myself some toast, as I normally would.

Sue was no longer there, but there were a few items drying outside on the washing line, so I assumed all was well and no questions had been asked.

“What are you doing today?” Mom asked.

“Oh, this and that,” I replied.

“You can come and help us in the garden if you’re not doing anything else.”

“Ahh, well, I meant that I have a project to do for college, and then I said I would go round to a mate’s house for a while.” I said, thinking quickly. The last thing I had in mind to do was digging in the garden.

“I suppose that’s important son, maybe Sue will help us,” she said.

“Sue? Isn’t she at work?” I asked, innocently.

“No, they have some flooding problem at the salon, so she has the day off.”

“Oh,” I said, “I bet she’s pleased. Pity to make her work here though, it’s not as if she likes gardening.”

Mom thought for a bit, “Yes, maybe you’re right, I’ll leave her to do whatever she wants, she deserves some time off.”

“Come on Mike,” she said to my Dad, getting up, “put that paper down and let’s carry on.”

She walked out into the garden followed by my dad, who rolled his eyes conspiratorially at me, as he passed.

Well, I thought to myself, I got you out of that one Sue, and grinned.


I saw Sue at lunchtime and made a point of saying, in front of Mom, that I had heard she had the day off. We acted normally, except for exchanging the odd look and grin when no one was looking. She then made herself scarce for the rest of the day and I spent some time in my shed, and the rest at my mate Tony’s house, helping him service an old motorbike he had bought.

As usual, we had a family meal in the evening. Sue and I joined forces to clear up and as they habitually did, our parents went into the sitting room to watch TV.

I stood next to Sue, drying things as she washed, our hips occasionally touching. Once or twice I sort of bumped her with mine deliberately.

“Ben,” she whispered, looking towards the sitting room, “don’t start anything tonight, I got a few odd looks this morning, I didn’t realise immediately that my PJs were a bit damp…you know,..down there.” She looked round again. “When I did, I had to ‘accidentally’ make a splash in the sink, and then complain out loud it had made me wet.”

“Technically,” I whispered back, “I made you wet.” I grinned.

“It’s not funny,” she said slightly crossly, “we can’t take risks like that.”

“No, I know, I’m sorry. But I did get you out of gardening with them.”

“You did?”

“Yea, Mom said she was going to ask you to help, as you had a day off, and I said it would be a pity to make you work when you had just got a day off, so she didn’t.”

“Oh, thank you, that was nice of you.”

“I know,” I said.

Grinning, she flicked water in my face.

We laughed together.

“What’s going on in there,” our mom’s disembodied voice shouted from the other room.

“Just messing around,” I shouted back, grinning at Sue.

“See,” she whispered very quietly, “they have ears like bats, we have to be careful what we do and say. Ok?”

I nodded.

“That’s ok then,” Mom shouted back, “only we have to go visit grandma again tomorrow, I want to make sure you two aren’t going to start arguing again.”

We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled,

“You thinking what I’m thinking,” she said, right into my ear.

“Hmmm I might be,” I replied.

When we had completed the cleaning up, we watched TV with them, sitting apart in separate armchairs. Later, Sue disappeared for the night to her room, leaving me to only imagine what she was thinking.


When I finally woke up on Sunday morning, it was clear from the dull light coning through my window that the weather had changed for the worse. When I looked outside, it was raining and the temperature even in my bedroom had dropped several degrees. After I showered, I dressed in jeans and a thicker top, it wasn’t going to be shorts weather today.

I went down to have breakfast and found that the family had also changed to warmer clothing, sadly including my sister, who now wore jeans too, instead of her sexy miniskirts.

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