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My Sister Made Me Suck Cock (teens, MF, Mm, Fm, cd)
by Bbigby Curious (bigby@mailparrot.com)
***
My sister Sylvie just loved to give head. She was only a
year in a half older than me, and when I was 15 I saw
her doing it for the first time.
I walked in on her; She was blowing her boyfriend right
on the living room couch. I stopped and stared for a few
seconds; he looked up at me. I left.
I couldn't get the scene out of my mind. I guess it's
normal to feel a sexual attraction for any female in the
vicinity when you're 15 years old, even your own sister.
But the sight of her pretty face moving up and down
ecstatically over that hard cock just wouldn't leave my
mind. I think I jerked off 20 times that week just
thinking about it.
Sylvie had lots of boyfriends, and I suddenly understood
her popularity. I wanted to see it again, I had to see
it again. I made a habit of always entering the house
quietly, hoping I might catch her at it. I often heard
soft noises from her bedroom when she was in there with
someone; of course, who ever was in there with her would
always be out of the house before mom came home.
Then Sylvie and I were having a fight one day, like
siblings do.
"Well then, I'm going to tell on you Sylvie." I said to
her at some point.
"Tell on me about what?" She retorted.
"About how you have a different guy in your bedroom
every afternoon!"
"I don't have a different guy in my bed every
afternoon!"
"That's true, only during the week." I said spitefully.
"It's not true! I just have several boyfriends, that's
all. And you're just jealous because you don't have a
girlfriend."
She was right.
"And," she continued, "I saw you peeking on me with
Russell last week, you little pervert."
"What do you expect when you do it in the living room?"
I asked her, "And anyway, I didn't see much."
"But you would have liked to, wouldn't you?"
"Sure. I've gotta put up with it, I should get something
out of it."
I remember my sister's wide-eyed stare through her
glasses; those glasses always made her eyes look even
bigger.
"Really?"
"Really what?"
"You wanna watch?"
"Well, yeah."
I had a very close relationship with my sister. Before
she had gotten into spending all her time with her
boyfriends, we were best buddies. My cock went stiff
when she said she would let me.
Imagine; 15 years old and I had my own live sex show at
home. Sylvie had gorgeous red hair, and wonderful clear
pale skin. She was technically still a virgin, but she
loved to make out with different guys, and suck their
dicks until they came in her mouth.
She sucked off a couple of my classmates, then some
college kids. I used to hide in the closet and watch her
do it.
God, the sight of Sylvie's face bobbing up and down on
all those different rods; it was making me nuts.
Finally, I had to ask her; "Please Sylvie, please, do it
to me."
"What? You must be crazy, I'm not going to do my own
brother."
"Come on, Sylvie. What's the difference? You've done
half the town by now."
"Don't exaggerate you little twerp."
"Come on, Sylvie. I'll do anything, please Sylvie?"
She was thinking about it. My heart was pounding in my
ears and my cock twitched in anticipation just seeing
the she was thinking about it.
"You'll do anything?"
"Yes, anything." You really shouldn't say something like
that to your older sister, I suddenly realized.
"You've been watching me with guys for a couple of weeks
now." She observed.
"Yes." I said.
"Okay, I want to watch you once. And then I'll do it to
you."
"Come on, Sylvie! I haven't even been able to get a girl
to go out with me, how am I going to do it while you
watch?"
"Not with a girl, silly! With a guy. I want to see you
suck some cock."
I was totally shocked at the suggestion. "Never, not in
a million years."
She didn't even let me watch for a week. I was going
crazy.
Then I came home to find her bedroom door slightly ajar
one day; the sounds from inside couldn't be mistaken for
anything else.
I peeked in; there was a boy tied to my sister's bed.
This was new. A black boy, and he was blindfolded too. I
didn't know him.
"Jesus, oh baby!" He was saying, thrashing around in his
restraints, "You're good!"
My sister looked up at me, a sly smile on her face and
her hands full of the boy's dark genitals.
"Really?" She asked, "Do you want me to do it some
more?"
"Oh yeah, baby! Please, baby, let me have it."
Not taking her eyes from mine, Sylvie took the black
cock into her mouth once more. Then she beckoned me
forward with a finger. I entered.
"Do you really think I'm good at this?" Sylvie asked her
lover.
"You're great baby. Say, is there someone else in here
with us?"
"It's okay. It's just my little sister. She wants to try
it. You don't mind, do you Hank?"
"Take this thing off my eyes, sweetheart. I want to see
you both."
"She doesn't want you to see her, Hank. She's shy. Here,
Hannah, try it. Come on, it's nice."
I was afraid, since Hank was struggling, trying to free
his hands.
"Relax, Hank." My sister soothed him, stroking his chest
and massaging his balls. "My sister watched me do this
before, and she wanted to try it."
Once more, Sylvie beckoned me closer. She held the large
black penis in one hand and smiled wickedly at me.
"Why don't you say something, Hannah." Hank said.
"My sisters too shy to talk, Hank." Sylvie told him,
"Hannah," she said, looking at me, "this is your chance.
Come on, give it a try. You might never have another
chance like this, Hannah. Don't you remember what I said
to you about this? Come on, it's nice, you'll like it."
There was silence for a moment, the three of us waiting
to see what I would do. There it was, only three feet
away. It was only a protrusion of flesh, just an
anonymous dark penis. All I had to do was lower my mouth
over it for a minute, and then Sylvie would do to me
what I had been dreaming of.
"Come on, Hannah; you know you want to. It's the
greatest thing, feeling a man's dick inside your mouth.
And Hank has such a beauty, look how big and hard it
is."
She gave the shaft a squeeze, causing its great
mushroomed head to swell enticingly.
"Come along, Hannah." Sylvie insisted. the excitement on
her face seemed to draw me closer; she reached out her
hand, and gently but irresistibly pulled my head down
towards the great alien organ; my lips touched its tip,
and still her hand insisted on the descent of my head.
"That's the way, Hannah. go on, it won't bite." Sylvie
insisted.
My lips parted, my jaw opened of its own accord; the
smooth warm penis slid into my mouth as though it was
the natural state of being.
"My sister is sucking your cock, Hank." Sylvie told her
lover, "Is it good?"
"Untie my eyes, Sylvie." Hank insisted, "Let me see."
Sylvie laughed, "But that's the point, Hank! You can't
see her, you don't know if she's pretty or ugly. I'm
telling you, she's just shy. Now does she suck cock as
well as I do?"
"I don't know, sweetheart. Now that's enough, untie me
now."
The cock swelled as I sucked gently, it's texture
strangely stimulating. I lifted my head, and felt its
ridges passing across my lips. I lowered my head again,
allowing its potency once more into my oral cavity. I
held it around the base with one hand, and I found my
other had gone to his balls. I rolled the loose black
skin gently between my thumb and forefinger as I drew my
tongue up the length of his fascinating black shaft.
"You like it, don't you Hannah?" Sylvie said to me. "You
like it, I can tell. Try to get deeper into your mouth,
honey. More. What a good girl you are!"
It filled my whole mouth, it was against the back of my
throat. I tried to push farther, but I gagged. I licked
it around its head, I kissed it and caressed it. I had a
hard on; I was amazed.
Amazed at myself. I was enjoying this, this was
impossible. Only a girl could enjoy this, and I was
definitely not a girl.
I handed him back to my sister, who sucked him and
jerked him off expertly until he came in her mouth. I
hid upstairs in my room as she untied him, and I saw him
scurrying out the back door, in a hurry to get away from
this troublesome house.
Sylvie burst into my room, an excited smile on her face;
"You little pervert! You liked it didn't you?"
"No way! I just did it because you made me."
"Whatever. Lay back, Bro, and pull your trousers off.
You're going to get it good."
It was everything I'd hoped for and more. The ecstasy of
it, the sensation was just indescribable. My own
gorgeous sister doing it to me at last!
She smiled her wicked smile at me, as she ran her tongue
up my dick before going down on it again; I exploded,
shooting my young spunk into someone for the first time.
Sylvie just held me in her mouth and grinned at me as
stream after stream pumped out of me, and as I marveled
at the glory of the feeling.
*
Naturally, I wanted more; but Sylvie wasn't into it.
"It's just too perverted, Bro." She said.
"Come on, Sylvie! Please? Pretty please?"
"What are you going to do for me if I agree?" She asked.
"Anything, Sylvie. What do you want?"
"I'll think about it." She said, showing me that "sly"
smile of hers that excited me so.
It filled me with excitement and dread. We said no more
about it for a couple of days, but she did let me hide
in the closet while she made out with one of her
boyfriends for awhile before sucking him off.
*
"Oh little brother." Sylvie called out to me from her
room one afternoon sweetly. "Come in here."
My cock swelled in my pants as I entered my sister's
room. It was so wonderfully girlish in there. There were
dolls and frilly things; everything was in pink colors,
it even smelled girlish.
"Take your clothes off" Sylvie told me with an excited
grin. Feeling considerable excitement of my own, I
undressed.
"Sit on the bed." She told me. I did, my hard cock
sticking straight up into the air in anticipation.
Sylvie stroked my head and looked into my face, giving
my cock an excruciating little tickle.
Then she brought out her makeup kit.
"What are you going to do, Sylvie?" I asked her,
nervously.
"No one will ever know. I just want to try something.
Stay still." She replied, holding the back of my head in
her left hand and an open lipstick in her right.
"Forget it, you must be joking!" I told her.
"What are you afraid of?" She asked me. "Just let me
have a little fun, then I'll take care of your little
problem for you."
I would have never let anyone else do something like
this to me. But Sylvie could always get away with things
that no one else could. In fact, she still can, at least
with me.
She spent a long time painting up my face. She applied
eye shadow, eyeliner, and blush; she put something on my
eyelashes. She played with my hair as well.
"You look gorgeous, Bro. I always wanted a sister!
You've been really good, lie back."
I lay back on my sister's bed, and enjoyed the ecstasy
of her mouth. She really enjoyed looking at me while she
did it to me until once more, until that wonderful point
came of hot release, that astonishing excruciating
helpless squirting gasping orgasm. I didn't look in my
own face until we were done. I was amazed; I was a girl.
I was grossed out by the sight of myself, but at the
same time I can't deny that I was a little bit excited
by it.
She let me stew for a couple of days before inviting me
back into her den of delights. This time, naturally,
there was more.
She wanted me to dress up. I wore one of her dresses,
stockings, and high heels [I had small feet then]. She
let me play with her lovely little tits for a minute,
then she did the makeup again.
I was looking at myself in her dressing mirror, amazed
at how pretty I looked, and she snuck up on me with a
camera.
"Give me the film, Sylvie!" I demanded.
"Don't be a spoil sport." She answered, "Do you want
your blow job or not?"
*
She insisted I let my hair grow, and within a couple of
months it was to my shoulders. Sylvie would dress me up
once or twice a week, and I got regular blowjobs as well
as getting to watch her making out with her boyfriends.
I wanted to make out with her too, I wanted to hold her
and play with her tits and kiss her like they got to do.
"No way." She told me, "You're still my brother. And my
sister, sometimes!"
"But I'd like to do something for you, too Sylvie. You
let Tom yesterday." Sylvie actually blushed. (Tom had
licked her out.)
"Well, I might let you do that." She conceded.
It was wonderful. I was crazy about Sylvie, and each
time she went down on me I loved her more. I had wanted
to do something to return the favor, and getting my face
between her gorgeous thighs and my tongue into her sweet
twat was what I had been longing for. I enjoyed Sylvie's
orgasm at least as much as I had ever enjoyed one of my
own.
She let George have her cherry soon after that.
Unusually for Sylvie, she hadn't planned it in advance.
It was wonderful but terrible for me to watch his ass
bouncing up and down between her long legs; I was
terribly jealous of course, but I was happy that I'd got
to see it.
"Please Sylvie, why not?"
"You're my brother, Harry. Sisters and brothers don't do
it."
"Well we're doing everything else already, and you let
George do it.
I bet you're going to let Tom do it too."
"I might. But George and Tom help me with my schoolwork.
You can't write my essays for me."
"Come on, Sylvie. I'll go nuts if you don't let me."
"I'll have to think about it." She said finely.
*
She made the proposal to me about a week later.
"You have to let me dress you up, and then you have to
wait for me until I come home with Dan. Then you have to
give him head. There's no discussion, that's what you
have to do if you want me to let you go all the way.
Don't look so shocked, you've done it once already, and
you don't mind anymore getting dressed in my clothes.
You're a complete pervert already, wanting to do it with
your own sister, so what's the difference?"
"Forget it, I'm not doing that. Who's Dan, anyway?"
"Just one of the seniors. He's really good at physics,
and he's good looking too."
*
It took her several days to get me to agree. She was
quite unscrupulous, flashing her sweet smile at me and
grabbing my ass from time to time, but not letting me
have any more.
I got more and more nervous before the day of our date
came. I had sucked cock; I had been dressed up as a
girl. But no one had ever seen me doing those things.
Sylvie insisted that he would never recognize me and he
didn't even know me, but it was hard to have that much
faith.
"What are those things?" I asked her.
"Well this one's pretty obvious." She had a black lacy
bra, and two wobbly rubber fake tits to fit inside.
"But what's that other thing?" I asked nervously.
"This thing is clever." She replied with a smile, "Your
cock fits in this tube thing and then ties up
underneath. It hides in this padding, so no one will
notice you're a guy even if they give you a little
feel."
"What if I have to pee?"
"Just pee before you put it on, and then don't have
anything to drink."
This weird gear spooked me, and I wanted to back out.
But my big sister put her arms around me, and held her
body tight against me. She gave me a little kiss on the
lips, the first time she had ever done that.
"Don't you want to do it with me, Harry?" She asked.
*
The silicon breasts weren't very large, about the size
of half oranges. That was good, because Sylvie didn't
have very big tits, and like this I fit nicely into her
clothes. It seemed like hours I was waiting for her to
come back with her new boyfriend.
I couldn't help but admire how I looked in Sylvie's
full-length mirror. Even my nails were painted, and
Sylvie had clamped earrings on me. The dress was very
sheer, and ended at midthigh; I didn't have any leg hair
yet. I practiced walking in the heels, and watched
myself as I pretended to be a girl; I made girlie little
hand movements and smiled at myself coyly. My dick got
hard, but it couldn't grow inside the tube. I was
surprised that the pressure didn't hurt. Actually, it
felt sexy. There was a key in the door; it was Sylvie
and Dan.
"Hannah!" Sylvie called, "Come downstairs and meet Dan."
I recognized him. A tall thin Hispanic guy I'd seen
around the hallways at school. He smiled broadly at me;
he had a handsome face and a nice smile, I thought.
"Hi, Hannah!" He said, "It's good to meet you. Sylvie's
told me a lot about you."
I started to offer my hand, but he stepped up to me and
gave me a hug. The pressure of the fake breasts against
my real one's and his dominant hands on the small of my
back nearly fooled me into thinking I really was a girl;
and then he kissed me, on the lips.
"There." He said calmly, releasing me, "Sylvie told me
you'd never even kissed a boy. How was that?"
I was really shocked. I didn't know what was going to
happen this evening, but I hadn't expected anything like
that. I hadn't minded sucking cock, and I intended to do
that this evening. I was thinking I would be able to
fell him coming in time to pull away; but I hadn't
thought I'd have to kiss him.
"It was nice." I heard myself say, keeping in character.
"So how old are you, Hannah?" Dan asked me as he settled
onto the couch, smiling at me brightly.
"17." I lied. That's about the age of the girl that I
looked like.
"It's hard to believe you've never had a boyfriend,
Hannah. How come I've never seen you around? I'm sure
I'd notice a pretty girl like you."
I felt myself blush. "I live over in Weston. I'm just
visiting my cousin Sylvie for the weekend."
Sylvie sat on the couch next to Dan, and they started to
make out, kissing and petting. I busied myself in the
kitchen.
"Hannah!" Sylvie called, "Why don't you come in here?"
She told me to sit on the couch next to Dan opposite
her. I sat down nervously.
"Don't worry, Hannah." Dan said, putting his arm around
me reassuringly, "Everyone's nervous the first time. I
sure was, weren't you Sylvie?"
"Sure." Sylvie said, stroking his neck with the
fingertips of one hand and the bulge in his trousers
with the other.
Dan's hand and slid down my back and wrapped itself
around my hip. He pulled me close to himself, and I was
suddenly afraid; if he reached for my tits with his
other hand, he'd find out. I pulled myself closer to
him, wrapping my arms around him tightly to make that
more difficult. But that meant I had to lift my hips up
off the couch and turn so my right leg was hooked over
his. His hand slid over my ass through the thin fabric
of Sylvie's dress.
I felt my cock pulsing in its restraint as Dan started
to kiss me, his male tongue entering my confused mouth.
It was turning me on, I hate to admit it, but it was. It
wasn't that I was a boy kissing a boy; I was a girl
kissing a boy, and it was incredibly erotic. His hand
continued to slide up and down my back, and over my ass.
I brought my knee up, and it bumped into Sylvie's head;
I looked down to see that she had his cock out, and she
was going down on him already. It made me a little
jealous. Dan's hands were all over me, sliding down my
bare leg and ass, holding the back of my head steady
while he kissed my mouth and face.
I slid my tongue into his mouth; I was a girl, a girl, a
girl!
"Here, Hannah." Sylvie said, to my relief, "Why don't
you do this?"
I knelt down between his legs and took his cock in my
hands. It seemed so warm and friendly, and I was glad to
realize that I wasn't going to have any trouble going
through with it. I was even enjoying myself, and
afterwards I would finally get to fuck Sylvie. I heard
him groan with pleasure as his cock entered my mouth. I
felt so sexy, so feminine; a pretty girl pleasuring a
cute boy. I let myself submerge into the fantasy.
He was fairly large, and I still had room for one hand
at its base while I had as much of it as possible in my
mouth. I felt its happy pulsing as I ran my lips across
it, swirled my tongue around it, and squeezed it in my
fist.
We all stopped while Dan got completely undressed.
Sylvie and I both kept our clothes on, and went back to
what we had been doing. Sylvie got up and left after
minute; maybe she had to go to the bathroom or something
I thought.
The pressure at my own groin grew and grew as I got more
and more into moving my mouth across Dan's fine cock. I
bobbed my head up and down on it, as I'd learned from
Sylvie. I licked it and sucked it.
"Oh sweetheart, you do that so well!" he told me, "Look
at me while you do it. you're so pretty, Hannah you have
such sweet eyes, oh man, that feels so good!"
It made me feel oddly warm to be complimented by him
that way. Somehow it made me really want to do it, it
caused me to want to pleasure him even more. I smiled up
at Dan and blew him a kiss before going down on his
lovely dick again.
I felt some panic as he grabbed my head between his
hands and started to come.
A flood of hot salty slime entered my mouth. His strong
hands were over my ears, and I couldn't hear anything or
see much. The only sensation I had was the product of
his orgasm filling my mouth and throat. I can't say that
I really liked it, but I also can't say that I didn't.
To be honest, I felt some satisfaction about making him
come. I could've done without the slime, but the slime
was part of it; the immutable proof of my desirability.
I looked up to see Sylvie with her camera.
"Don't worry," She said, "I won't show the pictures to
anyone."
Dan gave me a hug and kiss at the door as he was
leaving, "I'll see you around, Harry." He said to me
with a wink, and left.
*
"You told him? When?" I was flabbergasted.
"Last week. I was trying to get him to agree to write my
physics paper, and he told me he was gay."
"Shit! He's Gay? I can't believe you did that to me!"
"What difference does it make what he is?"
"I don't know, but it matters."
What it did was shatter my little fantasy; I wasn't a
girl, I was a boy who had sucked the cock of a queer. I
hadn't fooled someone; I had been fooled.
"You didn't really think that he wouldn't have noticed,
do you? Of course he knew, where do you think I got
those funny underwear?" Sylvie said.
"They're his?"
"He's into cross-dressing like you."
"I'm not into cross-dressing! It's just that you always
insist on putting me into one of your dresses before we
do anything. Shit, now he'll think I'm gay too."
"Well, DUH! You're dressed in your sister's clothes,
sucking a guy's cock without care in the world; what
does that make you? Don't worry, Harry, I won't tell
anyone. And neither will Dan, he's as afraid as you are.
You don't think he wants anyone to know that he likes
boys to suck his cock, do you?"
I sat down heavily on the chair, feeling deflated. She
was right; I had enjoyed myself, it turned me on to
dress like a girl. I'd enjoyed being desired, and I'd
enjoyed giving head. I had done what I had done
willingly. Sylvie put her arm around me, and held my
head against the side of her breast.
"Don't take it too hard, Harry. I think half our family
is gay. Mom's gay for sure, and I think I am too."
"Mom?" I asked in a daze.
"Of course, why you think she's always spending the
night at Gail's place?"
Then I noticed something that gave me hope; rubbing my
face against my sister's tit was turning me on.
"Didn't we have a deal, Sylvie?" I asked her.
"Why you little pervert!" She laughed, "You're right, we
did. Do you mind leaving the dress on for little while?"
"Sure, whatever you want, Sylvie."
It was extremely difficult getting that thing off my
cock; my hard-on wouldn't go away, and I was stuck
inside of it. But with Sylvie's help, I managed. We
snuggled and kissed like lovers, with me still in my
makeup, and Sylvie stroked my cock and balls in the most
wonderful way. I was too horny, and I came. But my cock
was still hard, and I pulled up the hem of my skirt,
pushed it into my sister and screwed her.
After what had gone on earlier in the evening, screwing
my sister while wearing a dress and a pair of false
breasts seemed like normality; at least she was a girl,
and a very pretty girl too.
I loved the feeling of her flesh, the way she smelled,
the way she looked.
I made love with her, I kissed her and stroked her silky
smooth skin, I looked into her wonderful clear eyes as
she came.
She came again, and then I came sometime later. What a
feeling to let your fluid go into a woman for the first
time; delectable.
*
She insisted I had to go out with Dan before she would
let me make love with her again. I don't know how much
of that was her little power trip, and how much had to
do with getting him to help her pass her exams.
Dan never let on that he knew I wasn't a girl, and I
always maintained the pretense when I was with him. He
even took me to dinner and a movie like that.
*
Both Dan and Sylvie left for college the next year, and
I was left alone with my twisted sexuality in this small
suburb. I found a girlfriend, and kept my strange sexual
experiences to myself. In the 10 years since, I've only
had sexual contact with men twice. I'm married with a
child.
Sylvie lives with an older woman. But when my sister and
I have the opportunity, we still make love; I know I
should feel bad about it, but I don't. I love Sylvie.
THE END
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