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Author: Uncle Sky
Title: My Birthday Girl In Blue
Summary:A young man gives his little sister all she wanted for her birthday
and more. Keywords: Mf, Inc, first
WARNING! The following is an adult story written for adults. It contains
scenes of graphic sex between an adult male and a teenage female. If you
are not allowed or prefer not to read this type of material please leave
now. If you continue to read you do so at your own risk.

Once again I have looked into that dark place at the back of my mind
where I hide my fantasies. Nobody goes there but me because that is
where you can find the proof that I am not as nice as some would believe. I
bring forth this fantasy to share with you. It is only that. A fantasy. No
actual children were harmed nor were any adults gratified during the
writing of this story. This story is not just a stroke story and so should
probably be coded slow. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is welcome.

My Birthday Girl in Blue  (Mf, inc, first)
          By Uncle Sky

I am about to tell you about a wonderful evening that I spent with my
sister some years ago. It was her birthday and a very special time for
her. But before I get to the activities, I should give you some background.
Some of this may seem irrelevant but I assure you it bears on the story.

At the time of this story I was 24 years old. I was 6'1" and weighed
about 185 pounds. I was in fairly good shape as I had been working for
six years at the US Post Office in the Parcel Post department. This
involved lots of heavy lifting and so kept me in shape. I was single and
had an apartment of my own in town.

When I first started at the Post Office I met Joe who worked in the same
department. We became best friends and could depend on each other for
anything we needed. After a few months Joe confessed to me that he was the
son of the Don of the local "Family". He was estranged from his family and
had no connection to them or the things they did. His name was actually
Giuseppi. I will not reveal his last name for both our protections. There
came a time when Joe came to me and asked a favor. I did not ask why or
anything else. I simply did as he asked. That was the kind of friendship we

This favor, unlike others we had done for each other, was very big. It
had an effect on the rest of Joe's life. I asked no reward or payment or
recognition. I simply helped my friend, as I knew he would if the tables
were turned.

About a week after the favor, I was sitting in my apartment enjoying an
evening off when there was a knock on the door. I went to see who it was
and found two rather large gentlemen dressed in dark suits. They informed
me that "The Don" would be grateful if I would come and meet with him at
his home. I was going to decline, but after looking at my two visitors, I
decided it might be a good idea to accept the invitation. And so I went and
met with Joe's father.

It was a short and friendly visit. He wanted to thank me for what I had
done for his son. I told him he owed me no thanks since it was not for
him but for Joe and it was done because we were friends. He offered me a
rather large reward that I declined. He then sat at his desk and took
out a business card. The card had only his name on it and nothing else.
He wrote something on the back of the card and handed it to me. I could
not tell what he wrote as it was in Italian. He told me that I should
keep the card and if I ever needed a favor I should show it to anyone in
town and I would get what I needed.

I almost refused but then thought there was no harm in accepting the
card. It did not obligate me in any way and it made him feel he had done
something for his son. We shook hands and I was driven back to my
apartment. I never saw him again and at his request never mentioned it to
Joe. I soon forgot all about the card that was tucked into my wallet with
so many others.

Time passed and one evening while I was having dinner at my favorite
restaurant, Tony's Fine Italian Dining, I noticed two tough looking guys
talking to Tony. It looked like trouble to me. I stopped the waiter and
asked what was going on. He said "familia" and hurried away.

The men were getting a bit rough with Tony and I was worried he might be
hurt. I suddenly remembered the card. I called the waiter back over and
placed the card face up on his tray. I asked him to go over and ask the
two men to please join me for a word. He did as I asked and I watched with
interest. One of the men picked up the card angrily and read it. His face
paled and he looked in my direction. I smiled at him and gestured for him
to come over. He and his friend came over and he returned the card.

"How may I be of service sir?" he said respectfully.

I informed them that Tony was a friend and asked if they would mind
leaving him alone. They looked at the card again and told me that they
would do as I asked and would make Tony and his place off limits. It
would from that time forward be under my protection. They mumbled
something to Tony as they left and were gone.

Tony came over and thanked me. It seems I had saved his business and
possibly his ass as well. I told him to forget it and went back to eating
the great meal he always served.

Now, on to the story.

My sister Ginny (Virginia) was the youngest of six children and I was
the oldest. As I said, I was 24 at the time. Ginny was 13 going on 14.
All the other kids were long gone from home and Ginny lived with Mom at
the old farmhouse outside of town where we all grew up. Ginny had always
been the baby of the family and she hated it. Well, she hated being told
that. She was not beyond using it to her advantage at times though.

It was August and Ginny was excited. Her 14th birthday was coming up and
it had great meaning for her. Mom had been telling Ginny for ages that
she would not be allowed to go out on a real date with a boy until she
started High School. Well, she was due to start in just one month and she
could not wait. She went on and on about it and finally told Mom that all
she wanted for her birthday was to be allowed to go out on a real date with
a boy. I went out to see them a couple of times a week and it seemed that
all I ever heard was her pleading with Mom about that date. Mom didn't
answer her. She said neither yes nor no.

As the big day approached, I found time to go see Mom when Ginny wasn't
home. I had some ideas for a birthday gift but needed Mom's input. When
I asked her for an idea she smiled and said nothing at first. I waited.
She finally looked me in the eye and said, "Take her on her first real
date." Well, I was floored at first. Me? Take my kid sister on a date?
No way Jose! But Mom just smiled and went about what she had been doing.

"Come on Mom. You must have some other ideas." She didn't answer. She
smiled her special smile. We all knew that one. It was her, "I have said
all I'm saying," smile. When she did that, it was over for the family.
You just did as she "suggested". "OK, Mom. I'll figure something out."

"This must be a real date," she said firmly. "No fooling around with a
quick movie and a burger. She deserves the best you can come up with on
short notice." And so I was hooked. I left her there with that damn smile
of hers and went off to have dinner at Tony's.

Now I love my sister very much. She and I had always been close even if
I did think she was a pest at times. So there I was sitting at Tony's
waiting for my dinner and trying to think what the hell I was going to
do. I was a million miles away when I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was Tony. "You seem a little down, my friend. Is there something on your

So I told him about my dilemma. He thought about it for a few minutes
and then said, "You enjoy your dinner and I will be back when you finish.
Do not worry. Tony will fix things." I tried to tell him it wasn't his
problem but he ignored me and went to his office.

I enjoyed my dinner as always. I put my problem out of my mind and just
ate. The food was so good at Tony's that I just couldn't think of problems.
As the waiter was clearing away my dishes I saw Tony headed my way. He had
a huge smile on his face. He looked like he had just won the lottery. He
sat down at my table and started telling me what he planned. I tried to
stop him but he would not hear of it.

"This is my chance to repay you for your kindness. I will not take no for
an answer." And so he explained what had already been arranged. All I
needed to do was give him the date and my Mom's address. He would take care
of everything. Well, almost everything.

"You must pick out a special gift for your sister," he said. "He handed
me a slip of paper. "Go see this man at his shop tomorrow and he will help
you choose a nice gift. Leave the rest to me. I will give you all the
details in a day or two." I agreed and was about to leave when he stopped
me. "One more thing. You must call her on the phone and ask her if she will
do you the honor of going out with you to celebrate her birthday. No
details just the invitation. Yes?" And with that, I was out of there.

It was only about a week to the big day; so when I got home I decided that
I had better call Ginny right away and get it settled. I dialed the number
feeling strangely nervous. It was almost as if I was asking a girl out on
my first date. The phone rang a few times and then Mom answered.

"Hi, Mom. I'm calling to ask Ginny out on a date. May I speak to her

"Just a moment"

I waited patiently; and after what seemed an awfully long time Ginny came
to the phone.

"Hello?" I could hear the question in her voice. Mom must not have told
her who it was.

"Good evening Virginia. How are you?" I tried to make it sound like I was
not family.

"Sky? What are you up to? You never call me by my full name. What's up?"

"Well, Virginia, I am calling to ask you out on a special date. I would be
honored to spend the evening with you on your birthday to celebrate your
reaching dating age. Will you go out with me?"

There was a long pause. Then I could hear her talking to Mom. I couldn't
hear what was said but she finally came back on. "Thank you Sky. I would
be delighted to go out with you. Will it be casual or what? I'll need to
know what to wear."

"It'll be semi-formal. I'm sure your Mother will be able to help you get
ready. May I speak to her again please? And thank you for accepting. I
look forward to our date."

She said, "Thank you too." After a pause Mom was back on the line. She
wanted all the details. I told her I didn't have them yet but would the
next day. I promised to call her and fill her in as soon as possible.

I went to see the man Tony sent me to and picked out a special gift. It was
to be delivered to Ginny on her birthday. I was told to call Toni. I did
so, and he gave me more details of the plan.

I called Mom and told her what  was needed. I told her that she was to take
Ginny to certain places for her dress and her hair and makeup. It was all
arranged. Mom would be allowed to pay a drastically reduced price for what
was needed as her gift to Ginny. She agreed and I said I would see her on
Friday evening at 7. She promised to have Ginny ready.

That left only one thing: A visit to the men's clothing store with Tony.
I didn't own a suit or even a sport coat. And I had no taste in clothes
at all. He helped me pick out a nice outfit. It was dark blue slacks with a
lighter blue sport coat. I also got a nice white shirt and a conservative
tie. Now all I had to do was wait.

After what seemed like a month of waiting, it was finally the day. I spent
the afternoon getting ready. I shaved and showered and trimmed and polished
and then I went back and did it again. Geeze, you'd think I was the
14-year-old on a first date.

At 6:30 there was a knock on my door. I opened it and there was a man in
a black uniform. "Your car is here sir." I followed him out to the street
and there was a big shiny black Limo. He held the door for me and I got in
the back. He closed the door and went around to the front and got in. As we
pulled out into traffic he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

"The box on the seat is for the lady," he said. I looked at the small
white box. It was a wrist corsage. A very small white orchid on a gold
elastic band. Perfect.

In no time we were at my mother's house. I waited for the driver to let
me out and while he waited patiently I walked up to the house and for the
first time ever, I rang the doorbell. I heard some scurrying and then Mom
opened the door.

I played it straight: "Good evening Mrs. Johnson. I have come to pick up
Virginia. Is she ready?"

Mom went along with it and replied, "Please come in. I'm sure she will be
down in a minute."

I walked in and stood at the foot of the stairs waiting. I heard a noise
at the top of the stairs and looked up. Suddenly, my heart felt like it
was going to burst. I couldn't catch my breath for a second. There at the
top of the stairs was a vision of loveliness. Some fantastically beautiful
woman I had never seen before stood and looked down at me. We both just
stood for a moment as I began to realize that it was my little 14 year old
sister and not some angel who stood looking down on me.

Ginny was about 5'2" tall and weighed about 95 pounds. She had blonde
shoulder length hair that was normally pointing in all directions at once.
Not tonight. Tonight her hair was swept up neatly and rolled at the back of
her head.

She was elegant in a light blue dress. It had what I think are called
spaghetti straps and it left her shoulders bare. It was a well-fitted
sheath that fell to below her knees. She had not yet developed breasts
but somehow tonight there was a small swell on her chest that suggested
she had suddenly sprouted them. The dress was sleeveless and her arms
were bare.

As she slowly came down the stairs I could see she was wearing the special
gift I had sent. A single small pearl on a gold post in each ear and
another single pearl on a very fine gold chain hung from her neck. She was
perfect. I was speechless.

She stopped at the last step and reached for my hand. When I offered it,
she took it and pulled me forward so that I was close to her. "Thank you
so much for the gift. The set is exactly what I wanted." And with that she
leaned forward and placed a kiss on my cheek.

"You are most welcome my dear, and may I say you look fabulous this
evening." She thanked me and then looked at the box I had forgotten I was

I opened it, took out the flower, and slid it on her left wrist. She smiled
and my heart leapt. All was going as planned and we were both acting as if
we were not related but were boyfriend and girlfriend.

I took her arm and we started to leave. As we went out the door I said
goodnight to my mother and she winked at me. "Don't keep her out too late.
Have fun." She stood and watched as we walked to the car. The driver was
ready and opened the door.

"Good evening Miss Johnson."

With that we were seated in the back and were off to our planned evening.

Over the years I had talked many hours with Tony. He knew more about my
family than I did. Or at least it seemed that way. Based on his having
listened to me all those times, he knew what to plan for the perfect date.

Our first stop was the Community Concert Hall. When we were let out it
was to see the big sign announcing the Community Ballet Company's
performance of Swan Lake. I looked at Ginny to see her reaction. I thought
I saw a tear but she was smiling. She had always wanted to see this ballet.
It was only a community production but they had a guest ballerina from San
Francisco in the lead.

The hall was small and so tickets were not easy to get, but Tony had no
trouble. I was a little disappointed at first to see that our seats were
in the balcony. But in a small place like this one they turned out to be
the best seats in the house. The front row of the balcony was not all that
far from the stage and had the benefit of giving us a perfect, slightly
raised view of the production.

Another advantage was that being a local company meant that they did
things a bit differently. Swan Lake is in four acts, with an intermission
between act two and three. Just a moment before each act a member of the
company came out to the side of the stage and gave a brief explanation of
the action to come. We were told what was being presented in dance and it
made the whole thing much more enjoyable.

During the intermission we went out to the lobby and milled around with
the rest of those attending, stretching our legs. Ginny and I were both
surprised when a number of people stopped near us now and then and said
good evening, and wished her a happy birthday. Ginny was very pleased. We
returned to our seats and enjoyed the remainder of the performance.

When it was over we started to leave but were stopped by one of the

"Would you follow me please, Miss Johnson?" We followed her back stage to a
room with a star on the door. She tapped on it lightly and when she heard a
soft reply, opened the door. There, seated at her dressing table was the
Prima Ballerina. The star.

She got up and introduced herself, taking Ginny's hand in hers. "I
understand it is your birthday, Virginia."

"Yes Ma'am," Ginny replied softly.

"I hope you enjoyed the performance."

"Oh yes, it was wonderful," Ginny managed to say.

The lady then reached over to a bouquet of long stemmed roses and withdrew
one. She handed it to Ginny and said, "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Happy Birthday my dear."

Ginny thanked her.

"Now you better get going or you'll be late for dinner."

The usherette guided us to the stage entrance and let us out. There we
found our driver waiting with the Limo. We got in and were soon on our
way to the next stop. And where else could we possibly go, but to Tony's?

When we arrived he was there to greet us personally. He opened the car
door and helped Ginny out.

"Good evening Miss Virginia. It is an honor to have you with us this
evening. May I wish you a happy birthday?"

As Ginny was thanking him, he led us into the dining room. He had chosen
a booth over on the side where it was quiet and yes even romantic. The
room was dimly lit with candles on each table. There was a small dance
floor and at the front was a piano player rendering soft dinner music.

Tony looked at Ginny and said, "May I be allowed to choose the menu this
evening?" She agreed that that would be fine and so did I. Of course I
knew he had it all planned ahead-of-time, but it was a nice touch to give
her the choice. With that he was off and running.

For the rest of the evening he kept watch on us. As soon as we finished
one thing he was there with the next. Everything was timed perfectly. The
salad was crisp with his special tangy dressing. The bread was warm and
fragrant. For the entree we had the house specialty, Veal Parmesan. Then a
small dish of strawberry Sorbet to top it off. It was wonderful. Ginny
seemed to like it a lot. I know I did.

After the Sorbet we sat for a few minutes just enjoying the atmosphere.
The piano soon caught my attention again as a nice slow dance number was

I am not now, nor have I ever been, a good dancer, but this was special. I
stood up and taking Ginny's hand I asked, "May I have this dance?"

She smiled and rose to follow me to the dance floor. It was empty and so
we had lots of room. I took her right hand in my left and placed my right
hand on her waist. She placed her left hand on my shoulder and in that
classic old fashioned position we started to dance.

It was a bit strange at first. We seemed a little stiff. But this was my
sister, in spite of all the play acting this evening, and I felt odd
dancing with her. But very soon she started to move in closer. Before I
knew what was happening she had her head on my shoulder and was pressed
against me in an intimate pose. We now looked the part of a romantic young
couple in love.

I saw Tony watching and nodding his approval. I smiled back at him. After a
couple of dances we headed back to the booth.

No sooner were we seated than out came a waiter with a tray held high. As
he got closer, I saw what it was, but Ginny couldn't see from her angle.
When he reached us, he placed a small cake on the table. It had one small
candle on top that was burning brightly.

As if on cue, the piano began Happy Birthday and just as suddenly the place
was filled with the voices of everyone singing it.

Ginny blew out the candle and thanked everyone with a smile and a nod. She
then asked Tony if he would be kind enough to put the cake in something as
she was simply too full of his wonderful veal to eat another bite. He
agreed and took the cake away to be boxed.

When he returned he was accompanied by a waiter with a tray on which I
could see three glasses of what looked like ginger ale. He placed one glass
in front of each of us then took one himself.

"You must promise not to tell," he said. "This is just a small taste of my
best Champagne. There is only a little bit in the young lady's glass for
this special occasion."

We each took our glass and waited for Tony. "I have been honored by the
presence of a most beautiful lady this evening," he began. "I would like to
end this momentous evening with a toast. Miss Virginia, may this be only
the first of a long string of special birthdays. May you always find
happiness where ever you go and most of all may your life be filled with
love." He then drained his glass and we followed his example.

Ginny had tears in her eyes as she thanked him for all he had done to make
this a birthday she would never forget. I then followed with my thanks as
well. He brushed it all off as, "Nothing to speak about."

It seemed that was the opportune moment to call it a night. We stood up
and led by Tony headed for the exit. As we passed each table that was
occupied you could hear soft voices commenting,

"Such a pretty girl."

"Happy Birthday, Dear."

It was a fitting end to our evening.

The Limo was waiting. We got in and settled down for the ride home. As we
exited the parking lot the driver turned left.

Ginny turned to me and said, "He's going the wrong way."

"No he isn't sweetheart," I replied. "Mom knew it would be late when we
ended the date and has given her permission for you to stay over in town
at my apartment. The spare room is ready and waiting for you."

Ginny smiled at that news. She liked staying in town when she could. It
meant she might get a little shopping in before going home the next day.
That would be an added treat.

We were soon at my place and got out of the Limo. I tried to tip the
driver, but he insisted that it was his pleasure and he was well taken care
of by the owner of the Limo. I asked him who that was.

His short reply was, "The Don." He got in and was gone before I could say
any more.

We walked slowly up to the door of my apartment. It was as if we didn't
want the evening to end. As I reached with my key to open the door, Ginny
held back.

"What is it love?"

She looked at me and blushed looking down at her shoes.

"Come on, what is it?"

She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "This has been a wonderful
date Sky. So far anyway."

She had me puzzled. What could she mean?

"Tell me what I've forgotten," I said.

"Well, this is a real date right?"

I looked in her eyes and saw something but could not figure what it was.


"Isn't it normal for the couple to kiss at the end of the date?"

I smiled. "Sure is,' I said as I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"NO!" she said forcefully. "That is a kiss for a sister not a date. I want
a real kiss like you would give a girl you had spent all that money on and
had a fun evening with." Then, before I could object, she put her arms
around my neck and pulled me down close to her face. I could feel her
breath on my lips.

While I was trying to think what I should do, she placed her lips softly
on mine and kissed me in a way that did not make me think of my sister. It
was a warm wonderful kiss that made me think of a woman, not the little
girl I grew up with. As I held her in my arms and returned her kiss, I felt
her body press against mine. I suddenly realized what I was doing and
pulled away.

"Thank you," she said and pushed open the door and ran into the apartment.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. There was  one more surprise for Ginny
and if I had expected what had just happened, I would never have gotten it.

Ginny had always worn pajamas or one of Mom's old nightgowns. She looked
like a little girl most nights when she went to bed. I had thought it would
be a nice finish to her grown-up date, if when she came home she found a
brand new grown-up nightgown of her own waiting for her. I had left it on
her bed in the spare room. I needed to get it quickly before it was too

I heard a voice from the apartment. "Oh Sky, it's beautiful."

Too late. Oh boy. I hoped this wouldn't make trouble. I can't help
wondering now, if perhaps I had done it with some hope it would lead
to other things.

Well, it had been a very successful date. I was sure that Ginny was happy
and that made me happy too. I locked up and checked the apartment before
heading to my bedroom. As I passed the spare room I saw the light was still

"Good night love. Sleep tight," I called. There was no reply and I
continued into my room. I was tired but felt satisfied with myself. I
figured it had all gone well and I must admit I was proud of myself and
very thankful to Tony.

I undressed and slipped under the sheet on my bed. I normally slept in the
nude and didn't think to change my habit. It was warm but I felt more
comfortable sleeping with a light sheet over me. I reached for the lamp to
turn it off but there was a light knock on the door.

I checked to see I was covered and said, "Come on in, Ginny."

For the second time in one day I was faced with a vision of loveliness
that made my heart stop. I just stared, speechless. There, in the doorway
to my bedroom, stood a woman of indescribable beauty. She was wearing the
gown I had purchased for my baby sister.

It was a shade of blue that matched her eyes. It was sleeveless with wide
shoulder straps. The bodice was tucked slightly with a ribbon drawn under
where her breasts would be one day. From there the gown fell loosely
straight down to her ankles. It was not form fitting but somehow seemed to
cling to her body, showing all her curves and valleys. The gown was of some
synthetic fiber that looked and felt like silk. Though off the rack, it
looked as if it were made for her and her alone.

"I thought I should model it for you," she said. She turned slowly around,
giving me a chance to see how it showed off her bare back and clung to her
firm ass cheeks. "Do you like how it looks on me?"

Somehow I managed to answer her. "You look wonderful, sweetheart. You look
all grown up." And under the sheet my body was reacting to her as if she
were all grown up. She looked so damn sexy I couldn't help myself.

Ginny came toward me slowly. She looked as if she was floating. She sat
down on the edge of the bed, took my hands in hers and leaning forward,
placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you so much. It is exactly the right thing to top off my wonderful
birthday date, and I love you for it all."

I just smiled at her, still unable to speak. My heart was pounding and
under the sheet my dick was starting to make its presence known. I slowly
pulled my knees up a little to hide the bulge.

"I want to ask you some questions. Will you answer me honestly and fully?"

In a moment of pure stupidity that I can only blame on what was going on
in my crotch, I said, "Of course."

We had always been able to talk to each other and I was proud of the fact
we were both honest with each other. But this would have been an excellent
time to use the, "I'm tired," excuse. Oh well. Twenty-twenty hindsight.

Still holding my hands and looking deeply into my eyes she seemed to be
gathering her thoughts. I waited, giving her the time she seemed to need. I
still had no idea what she wanted to ask. Then she spoke in a soft voice I
could barely hear even though she was right next to me.

"Tonight was a real date, right?"

"Uh, yes."

"You made it a real date for me and I had a great time. You treated me like
a grown up lady and not a kid."

I waited for her to go on.

"But was it a real date for you too?"

Again I spoke too soon. "Of course."

She frowned and shook her head slowly from side to side. "You're lying. I
thought we agreed to be honest."

I was stunned. "No I'm not," I declared.

"Yes you are. Stop and think for a minute. Remember when you took that girl
Annie out for a big evening a couple of weeks ago?" She didn't wait for an
answer. "How did that date end? Did you take her home or bring her here?
Did you kiss her good night at the door, or was there more to it?"

She had me there. I remembered the date very well. I had spent a bundle
on Annie and she had shown her gratitude by coming back to my place. We
relaxed and made out on the couch for a while and then ended up in bed
where we spent a wonderful night.

"OK the truth," I said. "Without going into personal details I will just
say we came here and spent a very romantic night together. Now what has
that to do with tonight?" How dumb could I be?

"Then you didn't give me a real date! You barely let me kiss you at the
door and then you pushed me away. It's not fair! If it was a real date you
would have done more and so would I."

She looked so sad after looking so happy a moment ago. What could she
expect of me? Before I could ask, she answered.

"You were supposed to treat me like a real adult girlfriend tonight. I am
not your baby sister; I am your date. Now treat me like it."

She leaned forward and puckered her lips as if waiting for a kiss.

"But you are my sister. I can't treat you like you aren't. It wouldn't be
right. Besides, Mom would kill us both."

I looked at her as she pulled back a little. She was looking down now, her
chin almost on her chest. And then it happened. The clincher: She started
to cry. Not loud sobs but silent weeping. Great big tears ran down her
cheeks and dripped on her new gown. She knew the chink in my armor and she
was using it skillfully.

I reached out and put my arms around her, pulling her against my chest.

She turned and slid up on the bed, cuddling up next to me.

I stroked her hair, which hung down around her shoulders now.

She held me tightly and continued to weep. "Please let me finish my real
date by showing you how much I love you," she begged.

I never could deny my baby sister anything. I gave up. I reached down and
put my finger under her chin and raised her head up so I could look into
her eyes again.

"I am yours to command my love. But command me you must, for I can not take
the lead. I will obey you and give you what ever you seek. I only ask that
what ever happens, we keep it our secret forever. No one else must ever
know what happens tonight. Now lead on my love."

She was smiling now. No more tears. She had what she wanted and so did not
need them any more. She whispered, "I love you Sky" and pressed her lips
gently to mine.

I pulled her close and returned the kiss. Her lips parted so I parted mine.
Her tongue poked out and ran over my lips. I did the same. Soon our tongues
were sliding in and out of each other's mouths as if in a duel. I explored
her mouth and she explored mine. I pulled back finally to catch my breath.

I reached up to her face and wiped away the tears that lingered there. I
caressed her cheek and ran my finger over her nose and mouth in a gentle
outline of her features. I moved my lips up to her forehead and began to
place little kisses all over her face. Her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. I
nibbled on her ear and whispered into it how much I loved her. She moaned
low in her throat. Her hand was behind my head, pulling me close for
another kiss. I did not resist now. I was lost in a haze of love.

This time as we kissed she ran her hand down my cheek. She outlined my
features as I had done hers. Slowly her hand moved down my neck and over
my chest. Our kiss went on as we showed our passion. She found my nipples
and played with first one then the other. She pulled away from my lips and
kissed her way down my neck to where her fingers were toying with my
nipples. She sucked one into her warm mouth and circled it with her tongue.
I was getting hot now but let her move at her own pace while I held her
close and caressed her hair.

She tired of my chest and moved on. Now I felt her lips on my belly as she
moved down more. Then she reached the edge of the sheet that covered me.
Looking up at me with a smile she slid her hand under the sheet and down to
my now rigid cock.

It was like an electric shock and I jumped. She giggled, and flipped the
sheet off the bed, exposing my naked form. My cock was standing at
attention waiting for relief.

Ginny paused to look at what she had uncovered. Her eyes were locked on my

"I've never seen one before," she murmured. "It's beautiful, and so big."

It wasn't really all that big, but I liked to hear that, so I didn't reply.
I felt her hand grasp my cock around the base. She moved down the bed so
her head was closer to my groin. She ran her other hand over my bush,
playing with it. Her hand moved up pulling the skin up over the head of my
dick. She seemed fascinated with it. Her hand moved down and then up again
as she started to stroke me.

I groaned.

She glanced at me and asked, "You like?"

I was barely able to reply, "Oh yeah!"

By now my eyes were closed, and I was just enjoying the touch of her warm
little fingers as they moved over my rod. The hand that had been playing
with my pubic hair moved down to my testicles. It rolled them back and
forth like marbles in a bag.

Then I was suddenly aware of a new sensation and opened my eyes. What I saw
and felt was the ultimate fantasy revealed. Ginny had placed her lips on my
cock head and kissed it. Next she stuck out the tip of her tongue and
barely touched the little slit where there was a drop of pre-cum. She drew
it into her mouth and tasted it. I heard a soft "Mmmm" and her tongue was
out again. Now she was licking me as if I was her favorite lollipop. Her
tongue ran all around the head and then from just under the rim up over the
head again capturing a drop from the slit. I was in heaven. I moaned and
groaned continually from the sensation of her warm wet tongue as it
explored my dick.

I didn't think I would last much longer and I told her so. On hearing that
she made a large O with her mouth and slipped it over the head of my now
throbbing cock. Her hot mouth moved slowly down the shaft as she sucked on
it. When she reached the point where I was touching the back of her throat
she moved up again. Then a rhythm was set and she was moving steadily up
and down.

In short order I felt a tightening in my balls. I was nearing orgasm. I
warned her but she ignored me and continued sucking and pumping. In a flash
I was cumming. I felt surge after surge of hot sperm splash into her mouth.
She surprised me again by swallowing rapidly and completely draining me
without losing a drop.

I had just had the most fantastic blow job of my life and it was from my
baby sister. I just lay there trying to recover and absorb what had

Ginny cleaned my dick with her tongue and then slid back up next to me.

"Did I do it right? Was it good for you?" She looked deep into my eyes as
she waited for an answer.

"I can honestly say, I have never had better," I replied.

That got a huge grin from her and she snuggled tightly against me.

As I held her close, I thought that I would be off the hook now. She had
shown me her gratitude and love and that would be the end. Or so I thought.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Then show me, please," she said softly.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

In answer Ginny took my hand and placed it on her breast then kissed me
passionately. I felt the very small mound of her breast with a noticeable
peak sticking up. She was obviously aroused and wanted more.

I held her close as I rolled over on my back. We were now face to face with
her on top of me. She rested her head on my shoulder as I ran my hands down
her back over the silky gown. It felt very sexy as it slid over her warm
skin. I let my hands rest on the firm mounds of her ass and squeezed
gently. She moaned in my ear. I pressed her ass cheeks together and held
her against my hips.

Slowly I started to slide her gown up. When it reached her butt, I moved my
hand under it and felt her soft skin. I let my fingers wander over her
cheeks and down to her thighs. She opened her legs a little to allow me
more access. I hesitated for a moment then moved my fingers up between her
legs to the center of her passion. I could feel the heat as I neared her

Then I was touching the lips and found she was wet. I let my fingers play
and dance around the edges of her sex. I noted that she was smooth with no
hair I could feel. I slipped one finger between her labia and felt the
silky smooth and hot inner folds. She wiggled as if to try and get more but
the position was awkward.

I pulled my hands back to her hips and grasped the gown again. She raised
up off me a little so I might pull the gown up farther. In a moment it was
at the level of her breasts, then over them and just under her arms. I
pulled it over her head and she lifted her arms one at a time so I could
remove the gown completely. I let it slip to the floor. My baby sister now
lay naked on top of my naked body.

It was electric. She moved around a little so that our bodies rubbed
together. I kissed her again and she made noises in her throat that begged
for more.

She had pleasured me and now it was my turn to pleasure her. My cock had
regained its hardness but I ignored it for the present and rolled Ginny off
me and onto her back. I started with a deep, passionate kiss and while our
lips and tongues were busy I caressed her body from shoulder to hips. I
could feel her reaction as my hand passed over her breasts and lingered in
her belly button. I continued down and confirmed what I thought previously.
She was without any pubic hair.

I enjoyed the feel of her smooth and puffy pussy. I broke off the kiss and
moved down her body placing kisses and licks where I thought they would do
the most good. It seemed to be working as she moved her body around in
reaction to the sensations.

At last I was there. I had reached my goal. The feast was laid out and
ready. Her pussy lips were swollen and hot. They were parted slightly and I
could see and smell the juices of her arousal. I placed my tongue flat
against the bottom of her pussy and slowly lapped upward to the very top of
it. Her legs spread wider apart as I savored the honey of this virgin

Ginny rotated her hips so that her hot little pussy pushed up as an
offering. I let my tongue slip between the outer lips and prodded her inner
lips so that they too opened for me. I ran my tongue slowly up and down
over her hooded clit and down the edge between her inner and outer labia.
She was delicious. I let my tongue toy with her clit and it started to grow
and emerge from its hiding place. Still, it was so small you could barely
see it. I poked and prodded and kissed and licked, enjoying my feast as I
never had before.

This was special. This was an offering of love and not just another lay. I
covered her pussy with my mouth and explored every crevice with my tongue.

Ginny grabbed my head and pulled me tightly against her. "Oh yes. More
please. More."

I continued my attack on her petals and clit, ever gentle but at the same
time demanding. I dipped into her tunnel and was rewarded with another gush
of honey. She was flowing like a stream she was so hot. I could feel her
moving all over the place as if she was trying to force me into her body.
She was moaning and crying out for more. Then suddenly she wrapped her legs
around my head and pulled me even closer as she reached her climax. I could
not move anything now but my tongue.

It seemed that was all I needed though, as she stiffened and clenched her
fists in my hair. It seemed to last such a long time but I'm sure it was
only a few moments. Then she relaxed suddenly and was completely spent.

Finally able to move, I made my way up to her face and kissed her soft
lips. She seemed to be sleeping but in a moment she roused and I realized
she had passed out from her orgasm. I held her in my arms as she recovered.
I thought about how wonderful it had been. She had given to me and I had
given to her. We had shared a very special time. I was elated and she was
beaming. I expected her to fall asleep any minute. Wrong again silly boy.

Ginny stirred and placed a gentle kiss on my ear. "Please don't stop," she

Again I was caught off guard. I hesitated, then asked "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please. I want to make love. I want you to make me a woman tonight. I
have wanted it for a long time and tonight it will make the date complete.
It will be a night I can never forget."

As I said before, I could never deny my baby sister anything she really
wanted. And it seemed that this was something she wanted very badly. I
kissed her again as the lover she had become.

She responded by pulling me up and over her. I reached down and felt her
pussy. It was still very wet and hot. She was ready and so was I. I had not
lost my erection since regaining it after the great blowjob.

Supporting myself on one arm, I reached down and took hold of my cock. I
rubbed it up and down along her pussy to get it lubricated. Ginny was
moaning again as she anticipated what was coming. I placed the head of my
dick at her entrance and pushed slowly.

Nothing happened at first but after a moment it started to slide in. Then
with a pop it passed the opening and I was in. I still couldn't believe it.
I had my cock in my baby sister's pussy.

I tried to concentrate on what I was doing. I pushed gently and slid in
farther. I thought it would be easier if I let her get used to it so I
moved just a little in and out without going deeper. She was smiling and
moaning as she enjoyed this new feeling.

I sensed that she was accepting me in her channel and so I tried to go a
bit deeper. I found myself pushing against her virgin barrier. I pulled
back a little and then pushed in again. I felt the hymen stretch but it
didn't break. I could see in her face that Ginny was now feeling the pain.
I wanted to stop but I knew she didn't think that was an option, so I
pushed hard and suddenly I was through.

She flinched at the pain but then smiled.

I held still for a minute to let her adapt to having me in her.

After only a minute or so she started to move against me; pushing up on my
dick and then pulling down off it again.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She nodded her head and hugged me close. I began a slow in and out motion
going deeper each time. Soon I was all the way in and felt my pubic bone
bang against her clit. That got a groan from her and she began to match my
strokes. Little by little our speed increased and soon we were going faster
than I thought possible. I was grunting with each inward stroke and so was

I heard moans but was not sure who it was, Ginny or me. I do remember
hearing her say, "More, please," several times. I gave her all I had.

I was soon feeling the start of my orgasm. I tried everything I could to
hold it back. You know the old, "Think of something else," trick? Ha! Good
luck when you're pounding away at a hot, tight virgin.

But luck was with me. Ginny started on her orgasm at just that moment. She
held me tight and matched my every move. She made noises that were not
words and I can't duplicate here. I did some pretty loud noise making
myself. I felt my balls tighten, my dick seemed to grow bigger, and then I
was suddenly pumping my seed into my little sister. I pressed as far in as
I could and she pushed back as hard as she could. We both froze in position
as my cum spurted and spurted into her tight pussy. I could feel some of it
seeping out around my dick as I continued to cum.

Then, finally, it was over. We both collapsed in exhaustion. I started to
roll off to the side but Ginny had too tight a hold on me and we ended up
lying on our sides with my wilting dick still inside her. We kissed again
as we came down from a fantastic climax. I could feel my cock slide out of
her after a few minutes.

I held her close and told her again how much I loved her. She told me she
loved me too. And we fell into a deep sleep. We lay there in each other's
arms all night. It was wonderful to feel her body next to mine as I dozed

I woke up in the morning to find myself naked in bed holding my baby
sister's naked body next to me. Oh my God! What had I done? I was thinking
all sorts of horrible things as I lay there.

Then Ginny woke up too. Her eyes opened slowly and she gazed into my eyes.
I was almost afraid to hear what she would say. But I need not have feared.

"Good morning, Big Brother."

"Ah, good morning, Little One," I replied hesitantly. "How do you feel?"

Ginny leaned up on one elbow and looked me right in the eye as she smiled
from ear to ear. "I feel great!"

I was relieved to hear that but was still a bit apprehensive. Then she set
my mind to rest.

"I guess the date is over now. Thank you, Big Brother, for the best
birthday I could ever have. You did everything I wanted and made it a date
I will always remember."

She gave me a big kiss. But it was closed mouth and not sexy. It was my
sister kissing me.

She got out of the bed and grabbed her gown off the floor. She ran out of
the room and I could hear her close the bathroom door. It was over. For
better or worse the night was what she wanted and I was glad I was able to
give it to her.

I worried for quite a while about the possibility that Ginny might have
gotten pregnant from our "date". I asked her about it several times; and
after a while she told me it was OK, she had had her period. That was a big
relief, let me tell you.

Ginny and I stayed close but never had another "date". We were brother and
sister again and we liked it that way. But every once in a while Ginny will
say something to let me know she still remembers. Things like, "This is the
second best date I ever had," or, "This is almost as good as my 14th

When she says things like that, I see a sparkle in her eyes that fills me
with joy. I will never forget my Birthday Girl in Blue.

The End.

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