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 Redheaded siblings get closer than they should.

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   This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. 
In real life, use a condom, damnit!  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of
lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who "dips his wick" or "rides the
rod" without protection.

   --

   Raggedy, Chapter 1 (mf, cons, f-solo, inc, m-solo, oral, reluc) by
Krosis of the Collective (krosisofthecollective@gmail.com)

   --

   In my mind's eye I could see Michelle from school, the fit teen
brunette's body filling out her tight gym strip and her sixteen-year-old
breasts pushing out her t-shirt from under her sports bra.  She pulled off
her shorts and turned toward me.

   "Oh!  What are you doing in the girls' change room, Andy?" she
exclaimed, dropping her shorts to reveal her pink panties.

   "You're in the boys' change room," I calmly informed her.

   She looked around in shock.  Nobody else was there to indicate which of
us was correct; we were alone.  Her eyes dropped to my shorts. 
"What...what're you gonna do with that?"

   I looked down.  My stiffy was tenting out my own shorts.  "What do you
want me to do with that?"

   "Andy, you got the hand lotion?"

   My eyes flew open to behold my older sister, Ann.  She had opened my
bedroom door and was now staring at me lying on my bed, stiffy in hand.

   "Shit!  Sorry!" Then she was gone.

   My erection wilted like a flower in a torrential downpour.  "Fuck."

   Before we go any further, let me explain about the names...we're not
actually Ann and Andy, but both my sister and I had flaming red curly hair
and pronounced freckles, so mean kids at school called us Raggedy Ann and
Andy.  Google it, or whatever you kids do these days, but at the time this
story took place, decades ago, those dolls were still in the collective
consciousness so the nicknames stuck.  For our privacy, I'll be using them
in place of our real ones.

   --

   After bedtime, there was a knock on my door.  "Andy?" It was my sister.

   "Go away!"

   The door opened and she walked in.  Of course she did...my older sister
was the pushy one.  She was less than a year older than me; 'Irish twins',
they used to call it when we were a lot less politically correct about
everything.

   "I'm sorry about earlier."

   "It's...whatever."

   She closed the door.  "Did you, um, finish?"

   "What?!"

   "I saw it kinda...going down...?  Did you get it back up?"

   "PLEASE go away."

   She stepped closer to my bed.  "You didn't, did you?  That's my fault.
Can I...?"

   I stared at her.  What the fuck?

   She sat on my bed "...help you?"

   I looked at my sister in her nightdress.  Like me, she wasn't very
attractive.  Aside from the aforementioned red hair and freckles, I was
slim and she was kind of...blocky?  Both of us had bad skin and were
essentially shapeless.  "How...how would you help me?"

   She moved her fingers along my bed covers toward my center.  "I could
use my hand."

   "Ann, I really don't..." She had reached my crotch, so naturally my
brain stopped working.  "...um..." Her fingers were finding the edges of my
penis under the covers, which was quickly made more difficult due to its
sudden growth.

   "Ohh," she sighed as she felt the lump of my penis under the covers. 
"Can I see it?  Again, I guess?" She reached up and I let her pull my
covers down, revealing my slim chest and mostly hard cock.  She took the
shaft in her fingers and I moaned at the sensation.

   But my current erection was mostly due to the direct stimulation, as I
didn't find my sister attractive at all, she being so unlike any of the
teen girls or movie starlets who caught my eye.  "Ann, I can't..."

   She caught the look on my face and looked down at her disappointing
body. "I understand...why don't you close your eyes?" She began stroking.
"What were you thinking about when I walked in on you?"

   "Um...uhh...Michelle Wright."

   "Oh, she's pretty...very nice, Andy..."

   I was pretty sure she meant that Michelle was a very nice choice but she
could have meant my penis was very nice.  I had no frame of reference to
know how I compared to other guys.  Ann continued to stroke, though it was
awkward.  My sister had never had a boyfriend, so I was pretty sure she'd
never done anything like this before, and it showed.  I wasn't going to cum
like this.  "Um, Ann...this isn't working for me."

   "Yeah, I'm sorry I'm not better at it...I wonder..."

   Then I felt a warm wetness surround the tip of my cock and my eyes flew
open to see her mass of red curls down by my crotch.  She had put my penis
into her mouth!  A moment later, she had taken my length and then started
to bob up and down upon it.  With the aborted masturbation earlier,
replaced by my first blowjob, my delayed orgasm exploded.  "Ugh!"

   "GLLK!" Ann gurgled as she choked on my cum.  She pulled back and I
didn't see where my next spurts went.  Then she ran from the room, pulling
the door closed behind her.

   I went to clean up but couldn't find more than a few drops.  I must have
covered my sister with the rest of my cum!  I put on my pajama pants and
tiptoed to Ann's door, but paused.  It sounded like she was crying on the
other side.  Realizing I had really fucked up, I went back to bed.

   --

   I had no chance to discuss the previous night with my sister because our
parents were around.  Our Mom and Dad looked very much like us, both
redheaded and freckly, though Mom had some curves and Dad some muscle tone.
I hoped I'd be able to grow into my body like him soon.

   Ann and I also didn't have any time to talk at school because we were in
different grades and I couldn't find her at recess or lunch.  It wasn't
until we got home that we were finally alone again.

   "I'm so sorry, Ann."

   "For what?"

   "For...doing it in your mouth?"

   "It's okay, you just took me by surprise."

   "So you're not upset?"

   "No, why would you think that?"

   "You were crying."

   "When?"

   "Last night...after."

   She smiled and covered her mouth.  "Oh...I wasn't crying."

   "No?"

   "No."

   "Oh."

   --

   She came to my room that night.  "Can I help you again?"

   "I dunno, Ann."

   She looked down at her formless sleep dress.  "What if I get out of
sight, under the covers?  You can tell me more about what you were thinking
the other night...y'know, with Michelle."

   The thought of another blowjob without being able to see my sister
swayed me.  "Uh, yeah, okay."

   She gave me a sweet smile and climbed under the covers between my legs.
Not seeing her helped a bit.  "Tell me your fantasy," I heard her muffled
voice.

   I lay back.  "Michelle's all sweaty from gym class...oh." Ann had taken
my rising cock into her warm hand.  "She went into the boys' change room
accidentally, and she'd already taken off her shorts when I walked in.  I
can see her pretty legs and pink panties.  Uhh." Ann's mouth surrounded my
cock.  "We're the only ones there, and she sees my stiffy.  She, uhh, asks
me what I'm gonna do with it, and I ask her what she wants me to do with
it." I felt Ann chuckle around my cock before she continued sucking.  "I
pull my thing out and her eyes get big.  She can't help but move forward,
staring, and, uh, she takes a hold...of...ohh...OHH!"

   Then I was going off in my sister's mouth again.  Unlike last time, I
gave her enough warning and I heard the gulps under the covers as she
swallowed my load.  Once she was done, she shuffled out from the bed and
headed toward the door.

   "G'nite!  Gonna 'not cry' some more..." Then she was gone.

   I shook my head...my sister was weird, and that wasn't even including
her blowing her own brother!

   --

   "What does it taste like?" I asked Ann in the lunch room the next day.

   "What?"

   I leaned in conspiratorially.  "Y'know...my stuff."

   "You never tasted it?"

   "Ew!  No, I'm not gay."

   She gave me a look.  "Boys.  It tastes kinda salty and...creamy?  Kinda
like an Orange Julius, but without the orange."

   "Isn't that just milk?"

   "Yeah, salty dick milk...he he he!"

   "Shh!"

   --

   The weekend arrived and Ann was out when I got up.  My Dad said that she
had gone for a jog.

   "Really?  She never exercises," I commented.

   "Why don't you go lift some of my weights?" he asked me.  "Put some meat
on those bones."

   My sister's sudden interest in exercise inspired me, so Dad set me up
with some light weights.  An hour later, Ann got home while I was
stretching my sore arms.  I goggled at the tight t-shirt she was wearing.
She normally wore more conservative clothes that made her look unwomanly.
Her normally plain features shone from her sweat.

   "Hey," she greeted me.

   "Um, hey.  Jogging, huh?"

   "Yeah, figured I'd do something about this mess." She referred to the
flesh spilling out of her tight t-shirt and bicycle shorts.

   "I lifted some weights."

   She smiled.  "Oh, good for you, Andy!  I'm gonna have a shower." She
headed off to do so.

   The rest of Saturday went pretty normally.  We were each our own best
friends, so we watched TV, played some board games, and ate meals with our
parents.  We two kids had our own lower half of the house, with a small
'rumpus' room that had a TV, while our parents had their bedroom and living
room upstairs.  Later, as we headed for bed, we stopped at the hallway
junction leading to each of our bedrooms and Ann said, "I'm pretty
tired...is it okay if I don't help you tonight?"

   "Uh, sure, that's fine."

   "Okay, g'nite!" She gave me a hug and we went to our rooms.

   I hadn't masturbated for the couple days my sister 'helped' me, so using
my hand was like meeting up with an old friend.  However, it was also kinda
boring like an old friend that you had seen only a couple days ago.  I was
having trouble concentrating on Michelle in the boys' change room...my
thoughts kept skittering away.

   *Click*

   I looked over, saw Ann slip through my door, and smiled.  "Hey. 
Uh...you been jogging some more?" She looked a bit sweaty again.

   Ann's cheeks reddened even more.  "Shuddup.  Changed my mind." Without
asking, she clambered under my sheets.  "Keep talking...Michelle in the
change room," her muffled voice commanded me as she took my erection in
hand.

   "Uh, right...so she walks over to me, and she puts her hand on my
stiffy...uhh..." Ann had taken it into her mouth.  "She tells me it's big.
Um, am I big, Ann?"

   She pulled her mouth off.  "How would I know?  It seems...nice." Then
she sucked it back inside her mouth.

   I continued, "Uhm...she starts stroking it and I reach up and play with
her boobies through her shirt.  She stands back and pulls her shirt off,
and I see her bra, pink like her panties.  Then she unhooks it and...oh,
Ann...I'm...gonna...OHH!"

   "Mmm!" I heard Ann murmur.

   I was cumming in her mouth...one spurt, two, three...

   "NNG!  MH-H!" I heard Ann gasping as she gulped down my spend.  Then her
mouth was off my cock and I saw her body trembling under the covers.

   "Ann?"

   My sister poked her head out and she had a look on her face that I'd
never seen before, sorta happy, but relaxed, like when Mom drinks too many
beers.  "Thanks, little bro."

   "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?"

   She realized where she was and straightened her face.  "Uh, yeah...I'm
helping you, after all, right?" She clambered out from under the covers and
smoothed out her shapeless nightgown, but I had seen her true curves
earlier in the day.

   "Thanks, Ann."

   "G'nite." She leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and headed back to her
room.

   To Be Continued...

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