The Garden Shed Ch. 01

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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 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.


I am Ben and I lived with my sister Susan and our parents, just like most of our friends, in one of the smaller cities in England. At 19 and a bit, I was the oldest child, my sister at just 18 was only fifteen months younger. I don’t know whether our parents deliberately had two children so close together or whether it just happened, but we grew up as friends, perhaps that was the idea.

We lived in a modest semi-detached house, two rooms and a kitchen downstairs and three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. There was a small front garden and then about 150 feet of garden at the rear, the width of the house. Very similar to most of the houses in the neighbourhood.

The one addition that we had at the end of our rear garden was a reasonably sized, wooden shed. It originally had been used by our father for his hobby of woodworking and to store various garden tools.

As we grew up, we had lots of local friends, boys and girls, and as long as we didn’t mess with his woodworking tools, we were allowed to play in the shed. Over the years it had been a fort; a cabin in the woods, a post office, a store, a school…well you get the picture, it was the focus of our play.

I was currently attending college to study engineering and since Dad had got fed up of woodworking as a hobby a few years ago, I had more or less taken over the shed. Unlike my small bedroom, it was a quiet space away from the house, where I could mend or take things apart to see how they worked and leave them on the workbench, knowing that no one would clear them away or move them. I had watched my dad using his tools and learned how to do some basic woodwork, so I had enough skills to keep the shed waterproof and draught free.

When my parents changed our old living room suite, I had begged one of the old comfortable armchairs. When I told them that it was a place where I could read my text books away from the distraction of the TV and family chatter, they were pleased to hear I wanted to study and I had installed it in one corner of the shed. I even had an old paraffin heater that made it really cosy on cooler days and evenings.

What they didn’t know was that it was also an ideal place to store and read the small collection of top-shelf, adult magazines, that I had been buying from a newsagent near the college. I had fashioned a false bottom to a couple of the deep tool draws under the workbench to store them in and unless you knew the secret, they were almost undetectable. There was an old tree in the centre of the garden, about 50 feet from the shed, that hid the shed from the upstairs windows of our house and from any of our neighbour’s windows. From the armchair, I could just see through the window that faced the house if anyone should venture down the path, but all anyone could see of me, was my head. I spent many happy hours ‘studying’ with a tissue, looking at female anatomy and reading the accounts of sexual exploits from the ‘letters’ pages and short stories. This was how I had gleaned my scant knowledge of sex.

It was a warm afternoon, during the short half-term break from college, my sister was training to be a hairdresser so worked most days in the salon, and my parents also both worked, so I was alone for the afternoon.

I had been busy getting ready for mid-term tests and hadn’t found time to read the latest magazine yet, so this seemed a good opportunity to have some ‘alone time’ in the shed.

I had got comfortable, retrieved the magazine from its hiding place, and was getting myself gradually aroused reading the articles and seeing the pictures of the naked and voluptuous girls, none of whom were shaved back then. All you could usually see in the photos were bare breasts and a triangle of dark hair with just a hint of a slit, but it was more than I had seen in real life. Knowing I was going to be alone for a few hours, I undid my jeans and slipped them down my legs along with my underwear. It felt sexy to be naked from the waist down and of course gave me better access to slowly stroke my cock.

‘Mmmmm’ I thought, running my fingers over the head of my cock, ‘I’d love to feel what it’s like to have my cock in you’, I daydreamed, as I looked at a more explicit photo of a cebeci escort model who had much sparser pubic hair than the others and her slit was clearly visible.

I was so engrossed that I hadn’t bothered to look out of the window for a while. It was only when the light sort of changed, that I looked up. There was Susan, my sister trying to look through the window.

“Ben,” she shouted, “are you in there?”


I wasn’t sure how much she could see inside the shed, it was sunny outside, and the glass was probably acting like a mirror, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t reply. I tried to pull up my underwear and jeans without standing up, forcing my rapidly softening dick into them. My hands were shaking, and nothing seemed to want to go where it should.

“BEN,” she shouted louder, “I can see something moving, so I know you are in there. Let me in, I left my house key inside this morning and the house is locked. I want to borrow the spare one we keep in the shed.”

I had taken the precaution of fitting a bolt to the inside of the door for ‘privacy’, so I knew she couldn’t get in. “I’m…I’m just coming,” I finally shouted, oh the irony.

I saw she had moved round towards the door, so as quick as I could, I stood up and managed to get my clothes in order.

“Come on Ben, for goodness sake, what are you doing in there?” she was getting cross now.

I slid back the bolt and felt her push the door towards me.

“Sue,” I said, “why aren’t you at work?”

“Because Ben, if you had half a brain you would know it’s Wednesday and my half day.”

Damn, because I am usually at college, it had slipped my mind that she worked on Saturdays, so she got a half day on Wednesdays.

“Oh, errr…yea.. sorry I forgot,” I came up with.

She barged into the shed, “So what took you so long, don’t tell me you were studying during the holiday,” she said sarcastically.

“I was just..emmm.. just… dozing.”


“Yea, its kinda warm in here,” I improvised.

“Hmm, you are quite red, and it smells bit funny too,” she said, sniffing and looking round.

Shit, Shit, I hadn’t had time to put the magazine away, although it was face down on the workbench.

“Let me have it then.”

“Have it?” I repeated, stupidly.

“The key Ben, the key. Oh, I’ll just get it myself, you are still asleep I think,” she said, and started to reach past me over the workbench to the nail where the spare key hung.

“Oh, what’s this?” she asked, spotting the glossy magazine and picking it up.

“It’s just…emm.. something I err.. borrowed… from a friend.. a mate that is.” I said, making it up as I went along.

“Eww,” she said, turning it over, “this is one of those mucky mags isn’t it?”

Caught red handed, I was blushing even more, “Well…it’s ummm…sort of educational really,” I said, flustered now at being found out by my younger sister, who was acting more like my mom.

She put her handbag down on the workbench and opened the magazine.

“I’ve never looked through one of these before,” she said, flicking through the pages. “Oh Lord look at that, and that,” her voice rising, “is that real,” she said, stopping at the photo of a young man in tight underwear, sporting an erection, although it was covered, it left nothing to the imagination.

“Let me have it back,” I said, embarrassed at seeing her ogling the guys.

“Not yet,” she paused, “wow, I didn’t realise they could print this,” she said, more quietly almost to herself as she turned over a few more pages.

She was wearing a thin, low cut, short sleeved, top that showed the tiniest bit of cleavage, and I could see a red flush starting from around there and moving up to her neck, as she studied page after page.

I had never really looked at my sister in any way other than as a sister and a friend. Whether it was because of the photos I had been looking at I don’t know, but it came as a bit of a shock as I looked at her, sideways on, to realise she was a very sexy and attractive girl. She was leaning against the workbench wearing a little black miniskirt on her narrow waist, with bare legs ending in summer sandals. She was looking wide eyed at some of the pages, so I was able to study her unobserved. Her long brown hair was straight and stopped at her shoulders. It was shiny and well cut, but working at a hair salon, I didn’t expect anything less. She had little make-up on, but with her light, smooth, skin with no blemishes, she didn’t need it. The blush I had observed earlier had spread up to her cheeks giving them a rosy glow. Her full lips were slightly open, and her teeth rested on her lower lip. Her breasts were bigger than I had noticed previously, probably because I hadn’t been checking her out before, but now that I looked closely, they looked round and firm in her bra under that top. Was there just a hint of nipple? I wasn’t sure.

“Didn’t you want the key Sue?” I asked, to get her attention.

“Emm, yes in a minute,” she replied, without looking up from the magazine.

“You seem interested in that, do cebeci escort bayan you like what you see?” I asked, tentatively.

“Yea, I guess…as much as can be seen anyway,” she gave a little grin, “I do wonder why only the women are naked though.”

“I dunno, I think it’s to do with the law or something,” I mumbled.

“It’s not really fair is it,” she said, looking at me.

“Well I don’t think they are aimed at women,” I replied.

“So, what were you doing,” she asked, with just a tiny hint of a smile, “when I came to the window?”

“Just err..looking through the photos, like you.”

“Really, is that all?” she queried, with a raised eyebrow. “You were playing with your thing, weren’t you?”

It was a dead giveaway that my cheeks were red, but I didn’t really want to have this conversation with my younger sister.

“The older girls in the salon say that they know their boyfriends do it all the time, but I wouldn’t know as I don’t have one,” she said, “so, were you?”

“Sue, you shouldn’t be asking me these things, it’s private, why don’t you take the key and go.”

“There are going to be more difficult questions to answer if I tell mom and dad what you do really do down here,” she threatened.

“You wouldn’t?”

“Well tell me then,” she said.

“Alright, alright, I was doing stuff, there, satisfied?”

“Not quite,” she replied, thinking, “Ben,…you know I don’t have much experience, sooo,…what I want to know is…these photos,…are all men like…emm..the same size?”

“Sis, I don’t know, and I am not really interested.”

“Well, are you the same size.”

“What?… What sort of a question is that? This is not something we should be talking about.”

“Who else can I ask Ben, come on help me out here, we’ve always been able to talk.”

“Yea, I know, but…”

“No ‘buts’,” she interrupted.

She wasn’t going to let this go, and despite my protestations, it was kind of turning me on to have my sister asking about my penis size. I wondered if she would answer a question in return.

“Tell you what Sue, if you tell me what size your… emm… tits are…then I’ll answer too.”

“WHAT?” it was her turn to splutter.

“Fair’s fair,” I said.

“Why do you want to know that?” her blush going deeper.

“It’s just I noticed you had grown up a bit and seeing the women in the magazine, I just wondered,” I replied, staring her out.

She thought for a moment, biting her lip again and shuffling her feet, “ok,” she said, “I am 34b, satisfied? Now keep your side of the bargain and answer the question.”

She had me there, reneging on a bargain struck, was not something we did, no matter what.

“Yes”, I said, “I guess I am about the same size as some of the men in there.”

She opened to the section on men. “Which one,” she asked.

“Do you really need to know that?”

“Yes, come on, don’t be bashful,” she said.

I was reasonably well endowed, but not as big as some of them, so I chose one with a medium sized dick and pointed at it. “About like that.”

“Really?” she said, her eyes opening wider, “wow, maybe you have grown too. I thought they all had something stuffed down their underwear or something.” She gave a little grin and looked at me, “Are you telling me the truth or just making it up?”

“No, that’s about right,” I said, wanting this conversation over with, “so now can you take the key and go.”

She paused, looking back at the photo I had chosen, then she looked me in the eye, “You are going to have to prove it,” she said.

“No way!”

“If I go without you proving it, I am taking the magazine with me and showing them what you do,” she said defiantly, holding the magazine to her chest.

“You mean you actually want to see your brother’s cock Sue, really?” This conversation was going in a new direction, we had never done anything like this before.

She licked her lips nervously, “Just show me,” she said.

I had the feeling she was testing me and when it came to it, she would chicken out and leave, so I decided to call her bluff. If she didn’t, then that was an exciting thought, she was after all an attractive girl, even if she was my sister.

“Ok,” I said, more boldly than I felt, “If that’s what you want, sit in the armchair.”

I was waiting for her to back out now, but I didn’t know how determined she was. She did as I asked, her short skirt riding up a little higher as she sank into the soft armchair. Looking at her siting there, her knees a little higher than her bottom, I could just see a faint flash of her white panties between her legs. The stimulation I had been giving my cock earlier and the sight of her sitting there along with the thought of what I was about to do, had my cock filling with blood and already a half decent erection.

I glanced out of the window to make sure there was no one else about, then stood right in front of her. Undoing the button on my jeans, I grasped the zip and paused. “Are you sure about this Sue, we can just forget it?”

“Get on with escort cebeci it,” she whispered. Why she was whispering now I didn’t understand.

I lowered my zip and pushed my jeans down to my knees. My erection had now reached full height and was tenting my underwear.

Her eyes were glued to the bulge, more nervous lip licking and her hands still holding onto the magazine.

Adrenalin had flooded my system and my heart was beating fast. I hesitated, then thought ‘what the hell’ and lowered my underwear, releasing my rock-hard cock into the open.

“Oh Christ,” she cried quietly, “you weren’t kidding. I had no idea it might actually be that big. Emmm…Is it always like that?” she asked, leaning forward to get a closer view.

“O..only when I am, you know,..excited by something,” I stuttered, “otherwise it’s much smaller.”

“Show me,” she said.

“Show you what?”

“Show me what you do when you are looking at these magazines.”

“Oh, no, Sue, I can’t do that, we shouldn’t even be doing this. If Mom or Dad found out I am sure they would disown us.”

“It won’t hurt, go on, just for a minute,” she whispered, pushing the boundaries, “it’s not as if I am going to say anything about this to anyone, is it?”

It was a new kind of excitement and a bit erotic to be standing in front of my attractive sister, my penis erect and almost in her face. So much so, that a drop of precum had already seeped out of the hole at the end.

“If I do,” I paused, wondering if she would balk at my next request, “it’s only fair I get to see your tits,” I said, going redder in the face.

She didn’t immediately dismiss it, but I could see she was thinking about it, my cock twitched at the thought.

“In my bra?”

“Well I’m not in my underwear, am I?” I countered.

“I dunno, I am a bit shy about them and no one has got that close yet.”

“If you take your top off, I’ll show you what I do, and then let’s see.” I compromised, looking out of the window, “no one is around.”

I think she had thought it would all be all one sided, but now she wanted to see more, and she realised there was a price to pay.

“Hmmm…ok, but keep a look out,” she was whispering again.

“Why are you whispering?” I asked.

“Because there may be neighbours in their gardens, and this shed isn’t soundproof, stupid.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that,” I was whispering too now.

She put the magazine on the floor, crossed her arms over her front and gripped the bottom of her top. She pulled up and the top came off over her head. She fiddled about getting it from inside out to the right way around, presumably so she could put it back on quickly if needed.

I stared at her breasts as they came into view encased by a soft, lacy, white bra, her nipples were now clearly visible as darker points, pressing forward under the thin material. I had no idea that my sister looked so sexy.

“Wow, Sue, you are lovely,” I blurted out, and realised I had gripped my cock.

“Shhhhhh,” she hissed. “Do you really think so?” she whispered, still red faced, looking down at her bra clad breasts.

“Definitely,” I complimented her, quietly now.

“Now you have to show me Ben, you know, what you do,” she said, looking back to my cock.

My initial reserve had melted away to be replaced by a feeling of excitement and arousal at seeing her sitting in her bra in front of me, and as I already had my cock in my hand. I slowly dragged the foreskin back exposing the purple head.

Sue made a small noise, “Oh, what’s that part, I thought it was all the same, you know, like, skin coloured,” she said, with a catch in her breath.

“That’s just the head, it’s more sensitive than the rest. Normally my foreskin covers it but when I do this, it sort of rubs on it and feels good.” I said, slowly wanking in front of her.

“Doesn’t it hurt moving in and out like that?” she asked, curious now.

“No, it feels good and some liquid comes out that makes it more slippery, see?” I showed her the drops of precum now oozing out of the end.

“Oh God yeah, that’s so sexy,” she said, avidly watching.

“Sue,” I whispered throatily, “would you take your bra off now for me to see, please?”

“Oh, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Go on, you’ve seen me wanking.”

“Yes, but what if someone sees us.”

“They won’t, I can tell you if I see anyone.”

“You didn’t do too well when I came down to the shed, did you?” she smirked.

“No, I guess not, but I am watching out now. Go on Sue, let me see,” I pleaded, like a puppy after a treat.

“Umm, well, just for a while then, but don’t you go telling your mates or anything.”

“Of course not, all this is between us, right?”

“It had better be,” she said quietly, and with practiced ease, she put her hands behind her back, somehow undid the catch, and pulled her bra into her lap.

Although at 19, I had taken a few girls to the back-row seats of the cinema and fumbled under their outer clothing as far as their bra, none of them would let me go further, and I certainly hadn’t see a real pair of tits up close before. They looked perfect on her curvy frame, two firm globes supporting their own weight, topped by dark pink, erect nipples and each of these surrounded by quite large areas of darker areola. I tried to drink them in and remember them for ‘later’.

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