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Story_intro: On a dark and stormy night little sister slips into big
brother's bed.  Soon

   big brother will be slipping into little sis.



   Clayton's Kids - Cuddlesome Sister By Clayton

   Copyright (c) Clayton 2001.
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity

   described herein was carried out, this document details

   fantasies that took place late at night when I was alone

   in bed.  I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of

   pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.  Besides, I

   derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing

   with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going

   to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of

   pleasure.

   If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got

   to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says

   you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go

   blind, your parents find you in possession of this document

   or your cum causes your space bar to stop working.

   If this type of material is illegal in your city, state,

   country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement

   agency" in place of "parents".

   If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right,

   or any other such control group then read on, my aim is to

   offend you as much as possible.  People like you who would

   force others to fit your narrow minded little world views

   are a blight upon the landscape.  My personal philosophy is

   that of "Rational Anarchy" ie.  anyone should feel free to

   do and think as they please such that their actions do not

   adversely impact on the lives of others.

   <clayton@nym.alias.net>

   Clayton's Children - Cuddlesome Sister - Part 1



   It was a dark and stormy night.  Yeah I know.  Trite, very trite, but
also true.

   The whole house seems to shake with the force of the storm that rages
outside.  Rain drums thunderously on the roof, while outside the trees
thrash about in the near gale force winds that are the legacy of tropical
cyclone Ida spending her final energies on the nearby coast.

   Kept awake by the noise of the storm, I lay there in the dark listening
to the sounds of nature's fury, awed by the sheer power of it. 
Occasionally I hear the sound of a distant tree branch giving way before
the onslaught with a tearing crackle.  It is exhilarating, but also a
little frightening too, knowing that the bedroom next to mine lay empty.

   For the first time in my nearly fourteen years, there were no parents on
the other side of that wall.  There had been many times when they were both
gone during the days, indeed today had been one of them.  However, they
always were home within a few hours of darkness falling.  Tonight was the
first time they had not returned.

   They had left early in the morning: Dad to work as he did on most days;
and Mum to do the month's shopping, pay the bills and visit the
hairdresser. That morning, Ida was well out to sea and moving away from us,
but within two hours of my parents leaving she had swung around with
frightening speed and struck the coast.  And when she hit, her sudden
meeting with the land caused her to dump more than an old style foot of
rain in less than an hour.  Flash floods filled dry creek beds and cut
roads all over the district, including the one that was our only link with
town.

   The telephone barely lasted long enough for Mum to inform me of the
painfully obvious fact that they would not be home for at least twenty four
hours.  She worried like mothers do, and I heard Dad in the background
saying that we were far enough back from the coast to avoid the worst of
the winds, and on high enough ground to avoid any flooding, even if the
house wasn't already more than two metres above the ground.  Then right in
the middle of her telling me to take care, there was a sudden crackle and
the line went dead.

   Now it was two in the morning and finally it seemed that the power of
the storm outside was beginning to wane.  However it did not let go without
one final burst of fury.  I hear the crackle of a tree branch giving way
only metres from the house followed immediately by the crash of breaking
glass.

   Almost on top of it came the sound of my nine year old baby sister
crying out in sudden terror.  For several seconds I was frozen by the
sound, and that was long enough for her to appear in my bedroom doorway
before I could scramble out of bed to go to her.  Light stings my dark
adjusted eyes as she turns on the light.  At least we still had power as
long as the batteries held out.

   "My window's broken Geoff." she says looking scared.

   "Are you O.K.?" I ask.

   "Uh-huh." she replies, "It just scared me a lot."

   "Me too." I say, "But you're O.K.  and that's the main thing.  I guess I
better go and see what I can do about it."

   "Like what?" she asks, "My bed's probably already soaking wet, and my
light's broken too so you can't see."

   That was true enough.  My sister's bedroom was a tiny little box formed
by closing off one corner of the verandah next to out parent's room.  I
guess it was originally a baby's nursery, but whatever it's use, there was
no room for anything except for her bed, and a wardrobe.  With her bed
under the now broken window it was now almost certainly saturated by the
rain, and I didn't really relish the idea of fumbling around in bad light
with broken glass all over the place.

   "I supposed you'd better go and sleep in Mum and Dad's bed then." I tell
her.

   "I'm scared." she replies, "Can I come in your bed with you?"

   "I suppose." I reply forgetting for a moment that I'm naked beneath the
covers.

   By the time I do remember it's too late.  She's switched out the light
and raced across the floor to wriggle in beside me.  When I do recall my
nakedness, I'm too embarrassed to say anything.  So instead of speaking up,
I hastily back away to the far side of the bed, to wait until she has
fallen asleep so I can slip out of bed to put something on then.

   The next thing I remember is waking up cuddled up spoon fashion against
my sister's back.  She had my right arm pinned beneath her head using it as
a pillow, and my left was drawn across her body and she was holding it
against her ribs.  Her pyjama clad bottom nestled snugly into my belly,
with my hard prick nuzzled into the crease of her arse, with only the very
thin cotton of her PJ's between us.

   For a moment, I just lie there relishing the sensation of having my bare
prick pressed up against another person for the first time in my life, but
then I remember that the other person is my nine year old baby sister and
I'm disgusted with myself.  Fortunately, Cindy appeared to be fast asleep
and unaware of my pressing against her in such an lewd fashion.  I
carefully attempt to extricate myself from my predicament and I even manage
to pull my hips back far enough that we are no longer in contact down
there, but when I try to recover my arms, she mutters discontentedly in her
sleep and tightens her grip while wriggling backwards until we are once
more in contact along the full length of our bodies.

   As she snuggles into me, she pulls my hand a little higher on her chest
and I feel a soft little mound press into my palm, separated from it only
by the summer weight cotton of her pyjama top.  At the same time I felt the
head of my super stiff prick slide up *inside* the loose leg opening of her
bottoms and come into contact with the bare skin of her skinny little rump.

   "Oh shit!" I can't help muttering softly as she continues to wriggle
around until she has my dick once again nestled into her bum crack as it
had been a few moments earlier.  Only this time it is in direct skin to
skin contact.  The feeling is exquisite, nothing in my experience can
compare to the sensation of having my hot, throbbing prick pressed firmly
against the comparative coolness of the bare skin of her soft young
backside and the feel of the little flat cone of her just budding titty
pressing into my palm.

   Having made herself comfortable again, she lets out a contented little
sigh and falls into a deeper sleep, leaving me concentrating desperately on
not spewing great steaming globs of thick creamy spunk over her nine year
old arse.  Frantically, I tell myself that this is my little baby sister;
that it's my duty as her big brother to protect her from things like this
and slowly, much too slowly, I feel the sick desire to jam my precum
leaking prick up between her legs and tear away her innocence fade away.

   Again I try to pull away, but once more she mutters in her sleep and
follows.  This time the head of my prick catches on the crease between her
buttock and the top of her leg and lubricated by my leaking precum, starts
to push into the narrow gap between the tops of her skinny thighs.  A tiny,
frantically screaming part of my mind tells me to pull away, to jerk free
even if it means waking her, but it's drowned out by my newly awakened
thirteen year old hormones, driving all thoughts of any future consequences
from my mind.

   As she wriggles back towards me, I push forwards, forcing my stiff prick
into the narrow gap between her legs and I feel the satiny smoothness of
her plump hairless pussy lips pass over the thick rubbery head of my cock.
My forward motion is not entirely smooth though, because although partially
moistened by my precum, my glans is still dry enough that it drags a little
as it makes its way into the gap.

   She seems to sense the slight juddering and I freeze as her muttering
becomes more pronounced, however, she does not stop pushing back towards
me. My cock continues to slip haltingly between her legs for a moment
longer, and then jerks forward the last few centimetres in a rush when she
lifts her upper leg slightly.  A moment later she lets it back down,
trapping me firmly between her thighs.  She wriggles for a second or two
longer, sending delicious electric tingles shooting up from my cock, and
then subsides with a soft murmur.

   Again I fight down a compelling desire to empty my balls, this time all
over my baby sister's exquisitely soft little pussy.  Pulled upwards by
tension, my cock sinks slightly into her pussy crack, throbbing with a
hunger that far surpasses anything I'd ever felt while jerking off to the
glossy images of big breasted babes in Picture magazine.  As I hold
completely still, hardly daring to breathe, the urgent need to expel my
seed slowly subsides.

   Then still motionless, I begin to take stock of my situation.  I know
it's wrong, that I should somehow, anyhow, pull away from my sister before
it goes any further, but newly awakened adolescent hungers far outweigh
almost anything else.  I tell myself that I'm not actually fucking her;
that I'm not hurting her; that she will never know what I am doing to her
now.  I tell myself that I will only savour these wonderful feelings for a
few moments longer to fix them in my mind forever.  I even blame my parents
for choosing to live way out here in the sticks, depriving me of the female
companionship that is every teenaged boy's right.

   Gently, so as not to wake her, I move my left hand in small circles,
trying to scope out the little breast beneath it.  It stands out maybe a
centimetre from her chest, and is perhaps not quite the width of my palm in
across.  Suddenly it struck me that my little sister had titties.  Tiny
ones to be sure, but nonetheless real honest to goodness titties.  How the
hell had I managed to miss seeing them begin to sprout?  Hell, only two
days before I'd accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom and not
noticed a thing even though she'd only been wearing a pair of knickers. 
She'd stood there with her hands on her hips and yelled at me for not
knocking, all the while with her narrow little chest on display.  Slowly it
began to dawn on me that while I might not have been aware of them, she
*had* been trying to bring them to my obviously dim witted attention.

   As I gently rub her little boob, I noticed it begin to change shape
beneath my hand, the centre hardening and pushing up into the middle of my
palm.  She murmurs a little in her sleep and I freeze, my heart thudding
away at a million miles an hour at the thought of her waking up and feeling
my hand on her breast, even if her own hand was holding me there.  She soon
becomes quiet again, and I feel a slight increase in pressure on the back
of my hand making me realise that while she might not be consciously aware
of me, her body is liking what it feels and wants more.

   I resume my gentle palming of her little breast and feel her grip relax
fractionally as she lets out a sigh that is little more than a gently
susurrating exhalation.  Realising that so long as I am careful, almost
anything I do will be incorporated into her dreams without waking her.  I
become a little more daring.  Still gently, but with more assurance, I
explore the little tit beneath my hand, widening my circling until the hard
little nub in the centre starts catching in the grooves between my fingers
for a moment before slipping into the next with a little jerk.

   She lets out a faint gasp, and her fingers clenched briefly on mine
before relaxing and this time I barely pause before resuming.  Slowly I
work my hand downward until the little nub lies beneath my fingertips.  I
carefully feel it over, moving it in tiny circles for a few moments and
then gently pinching it between my thumb and forefinger.  Again her breath
came in a little explosion, and her hand tightens on mine, but there is no
other indication that she might be stirring.

   This time I didn't even pause in my explorations.  I gently palpitate
the firm little bud and its surroundings, feeling how it stands out like a
rubbery pea in the middle of an area that is slightly raised above her
conical mound and that seems, even beneath the cotton of her top.  slightly
rougher than the surrounding skin.

   As I continue to manipulate her tiny nipple, I notice the tempo of her
breathing changing slightly, becoming a little faster.  The hand holding
mine in place slowly relaxes its grip, as if now that I am playing with her
little tit freely, it no longer had to hold me there, and finally it falls
to the mattress with a soft thud.  I tease the little nipple for a few
moments longer and then slide my hand upward to the other side of her chest
to investigate its partner.  somewhat to my surprise, I discover that the
little boob on this side is only about two thirds the size of the other,
but for all their difference in sizes it is just as responsive.  Her tiny
nipple almost seems to pop up between my fingertips, as eager to feel them
pinch and tug on it.

   I become aware of her heart beating beneath the soft pad of flesh under
my fingers, a gentle lub-dub a little faster than the ticking of the clock
beside my bed.  The sweet apple fragrance of her shampoo fills my nostrils
as I slide my hand back down and across her chest.  Halfway between her
little mounds my fingers become caught between two of the buttons holding
her top closed and I pause.  Dare I?

   I fumble with one of the buttons, popping it out of its hole and now
there is a gap large enough to slip my hand inside.  Inside her top to
touch the bare flesh of her newly grown titties.  I continue on my
interrupted journey only to come up against her hand which lightly squeezes
and fondles her breast through the fabric of her top.  I return to the
other side, and gently tease her bare little boob, running my fingertip in
a tight circle around her nipple over the pimpled surface of areola.

   Barely audible mewls of pleasure come from her lips as we each caress a
soft little titty mound with our finger.  I don't know how long I fondle my
baby sister's blossoming breast, but slowly I become aware of a damp warmth
along the top of my cock shaft where it nestle along the length of her
tight young pussy crease and though I continue to play with her stiff
little nipple, my attention now centres between my legs and hers.

   I carefully pull my hips back a little, drawing my cockshaft back until
I feel the loose skin surrounding it begin to pull.  I pause for a moment
and then push back into her until her bottom presses into my stomach again.
Slowly at first, I fuck back and forth between her firmly gripping thighs,
gradually increasing the tempo of my thrusts until I am pushing between her
legs on one tick of the clock and pulling back at the next.

   With every thrust of my hips, the head of my cock presses into the front
of her pyjama bottoms from the inside, rubbing deliciously against the soft
fabric, while along the top of my shaft I feel the dampness and heat
emanating from her little pussy increasing as my back and forth motion
works me deeper and deeper into her crease.  After about a minute or so, I
notice that every time I pull back, the flaring rim of my cock catches
slightly on a little protrusion near the front of her slit, and that each
time it does so, a sharp chuff of air is driven from her lungs.

   Deep inside, I know that I should not be doing this, but each time I
think of stopping, I tell myself: just a little longer, just a few seconds
more and then I will stop.  And each time I tell myself this, I know it for
a lie.  Little sister or not, the sensations coming from my thrusting prick
are just too good to be ignored or abandoned.

   As I continue to fuck her legs, the dampness of her little pussy
becoming increasingly pronounced, both along the top of my prick and also
down its sides.  Little by little my strokes between her tightly clamped
thighs lengthen as her pussy juices become smeared along my cock shaft and
between her legs.  And as she becomes wetter she begins moving her skinny
little girl hips back and forth in counterpoint to mine, almost losing me
until I catch on and compensate by shortening the length of my own strokes
slightly.

   "MMmmm, so good." Hearing actual coherent words from her shocks me into
immobility, but it quickly becomes apparent that she hasn't actually woken
up.  Her hips continue to work against my frozen ones, and her words are
slurred, her sentences broken.  "N' d'n st'p.  Do 't mrr.  'b m' c'nny
bum'." I start moving again and she cries out softly with pleasure.

   The space between her tightly clenched thighs is rapidly becoming a hot
steamy swamp.  So wet that the passage of my prick between her legs makes a
sticky wet sound like squeezing a handful of wet soap.  Again, dare I?  I
just have to feel it.  I slide my hand from her top and work it down the
row of buttons holding it closed, unfastening each as I pass until only a
single button at her throat holds it closed.

   For some reason, I don't go straight for the crotch as I almost
certainly would have if she'd been awake.  Possibly a part of it might have
been fear of waking her, it had been earlier, but I was now so caught up in
what I was doing that I hardly cared any more.  A stronger possibility was
that with her sleeping, I didn't have to fear her stopping me, I didn't
feel the need to grab roughly at what I could, before it was taken away. 
Without that fear, I could take the time to explore her body properly. 
Between one fear, and my lack of another, I managed to do at thirteen what
many blokes never managed or bothered to learn.  Even as I was treating my
sister very, very wrongly, I was doing a very creditable job of treating
her right.

   I explore the entire front of her body and upper flank, gently caressing
every square millimetre of skin above the waistband of her shorts.  I count
by touch her ribs and the handful of tiny moles scattered across her torso.
Every now and then I find a spot that makes her break out in gooseflesh and
shudder.  These I memorise, not sure in my thirteen year old mind of how I
would use them, but knowing nonetheless that they might prove important in
the future.  Slowly, I taught myself a girl's body, learning that giving
pleasure, even if that pleasure was not consciously felt, was a greater
pleasure than simply taking it.  And all the while, I steadily pump my cock
back and forth between my nine year old sister's skinny thighs.

   I can't believe that I haven't squirted my spunk over her legs and pussy
a dozen times over.  The threat of it is there, but it seems my
preoccupation with exploring her body holds me back from the brink for now.

   Having learnt what I can of her upper body, move onto her legs, teasing
myself by saving the best till last, though the delay is a short one. 
Still, I find that by softly brushing my fingers between her thighs I can
change the timbre of her sleeping vocalisations and the tempo of her
movements.  Make them more urgent.

   Finally, I start to home in on my ultimate destination, sliding my hand
beneath the loose fabric of her lightweight pyjama shorts over her bony
hip. Yet I still deny myself that goal.  A light touch trailing across her
lower tummy causes a gentle shudder to ripple throughout her entire body. A
teasing arch covering the tops of her thighs and where the lowermost part
of her tummy bulges out to form the top of her quim forces an almost
whimper from her lips.

   She quivers and mewls with anticipation as I pass back and forth,
tightening the arch until my fingers slide along the creases where the tops
of her thighs meet the lips of her pussy and cross over the top of her
pussy mound close enough to the top of her slit for me to feel the edge of
a barely perceptible dimple.  Beneath my fingers, her skin is slick with
her juices.

   She whines her frustration as I take my fingers from her box and lift
them to my face.  In the darkness, I inhale her scent.  There is a faint
hint of peach from the body wash she'd used earlier in the evening and also
faintly, the odour of her last pee before bed.  Stronger is the familiar
smell which is my little sister Cindy.  Strongest of all is a new scent,
musky and sweet, but for all its unfamiliarity, it is instantly
recognisable to my body as the smell of sex.  I taste her, at first
hesitantly and then with enthusiasm.  Salty, sweet, earthy, utterly unique
and indescribably delicious.  I wanted to drown myself in my baby sister's
little quim.

   I returned my fingers for more, finally dipping into the centre to where
her juices were thickest.  There my fingers brush over a hard little knob a
little smaller than the last joint on my little finger.  For an instant
Cindy freezes, and then with a gasping explosion of breath she starts
moving even more frantically than before, dragging that turgid knot of
flesh back and forth beneath my finger.  Fascinated by her reaction to this
seemingly minor touch, I experimentally tweak the swollen protrusion and
she practically explodes.

   Her hand suddenly clamps down on my wrist like a vice, not to pull me
away, but to force my hand harder against her bucking mound.  Against the
inside of my wrist, I fell her tummy ripple with deep muscular spasms.  A
full throated cry of pure passion erupts from her throat as her hips jerk
back and forth erratically.

   Dimly I'm aware that she's no longer asleep, she can't possibly be
asleep, but the explosion in her body triggers my own long delayed climax.
Liquid fire sears through my groin, blasting from my body in gut wrenching
bursts.  Never have I cum so powerfully.  The sensations coursing through
my body are almost painful in their intensity and go on and on, lasting
three or four times as long as any previous orgasm.  Hot, wet spurts of my
spunk coat my hand and Cindy's pussy.  Spurts that keep coming and coming,
more and stronger and thicker than ever before and even after my balls are
drained my body continues to twitch spastically, trying to expel seed that
is no longer there.

   A minute, two minutes, an hour later, it ends for me, but my sister
still writhes in the throes of sexual release, crying out incoherently as
she jerks her hips back and forth on my rapidly softening prick, as she
pulls and pushes on my wrist in an effort to get my slack fingers to
manipulate her throbbing clit.  Dimly aware of her need, I stiffen my
fingers and drag them back and forth through her slit.  I try to be gentle,
but she is having none of that, she jams her pelvis forcefully against
them, and pushes down on my hand.  Gentle holds no meaning for her at this
time, she wants raw and powerful.  I pinch my fingers together on her
slippery pleasure bulb, and she lets out a throat tearing shriek as she
finally peaks and then crashes into oblivion.

   As she slowly subsides I begin to realise what I have done, but post
orgasmic torpor makes my fear a distant thing and holds me in my place,
still spooned up against my sister's sweating body.  Slowly though it
begins to rise within me, I've just molested my little sister in her sleep
and though she may have enjoyed it I doubt that that will be enough to keep
her from telling our parents when they return.

   I feel her begin to stir, and the hand resting slackly on top of my own
moves to feel the wet sticky mess between her legs.  "That. . ." she croaks
and swallows to moisten her mouth, "That is so frigging gross."

   End of Cuddlesome Sister - part 1