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Being a Younger Sister
by Kit Fine (kit.fine@yahoo.com)

***

Sometimes little sisters get to do more than big 
sisters. (MMf-teens, 1st, inc, oral)

***

Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice, say it's 
very nice 
And then you run
Little sister don't you do what your big sister done...

Being a younger sister is great when you're little. 
Jenny was two years older than me, and she was my 
protector, organiser and friend throughout my 
childhood. Then when she turned sixteen, everything 
changed. That was when boys became the focus of her 
life and I was suddenly the annoying younger sister who 
was in the way whenever her friends came round. They 
would huddle in her room to talk about boys and bands 
and surf the net – I know because I was in the next 
room with a glass against the wall, listening. 

That's where I was on the Sunday afternoon when she had 
a boyfriend round for the first time. His name was 
Steve, he was in her year, and they had dated for the 
first time the evening before. Mom allowed them to go 
to Jenny's room to use the computer provided the door 
was left open. They obeyed that to the letter, leaving 
the tiniest crack in the opening, and I went next door 
to spy.

I should tell you about Jenny and me. We were both 
medium height with long dark hair, and years of tennis 
and field hockey meant we were trim and tanned. I 
thought she was prettier, but that is not to say I 
wasn't good looking - my class voted me top three in 
the homecoming queen. It's just that Jenny was a bit 
more developed than I was – being frank, I envied her 
her bigger tits. Funnily enough, although she was older 
Jenny was the shy one. 

I was always the one who tried out for the school play 
or stepped up for karaoke, while she stayed quietly in 
the background. I was pretty certain that Steve was her 
first date – mom did not allow us to date one on one 
until we were sixteen – while I had already snuck out 
to movies a couple of times with a guy and made out. 

Jenny and I used to share everything – there were no 
secrets. I remember once we were looking at porn on the 
net, a girl hardly older than us sucking a cock. I 
thought it was gross, but Jenny surprised me. "I think 
that's hot," she said. "Imagine the feeling of turning 
on some guy that much. Look at her – she seems to be 
enjoying it." I looked again at the picture and then 
the rest in the series. Jenny was right – I could feel 
a dampness between my legs as my imagination went to 
work. 

We bookmarked the site and revisited it often. We even 
made up a name for the girl – Samantha – and I would 
have to hold back fits of giggles when Jenny would tell 
mom she was going to her room to call Samantha. Jenny 
and I used to go to the mall together, either in a 
group or just the two of us, and we always seemed to 
like the same clothes and rate the same boys.

As I say, all this changed when she turned sixteen. Now 
I had to eavesdrop if I wanted to know what was going 
on in her life. Now it was her friends who decided 
which boy was hot and what music was cool: my opinions 
didn't count any more. The real end came when she 
announced that she wouldn't be coming to my fifteenth 
birthday outing – I was going skating with friends – as 
she had 'a previous engagement'. I heard her through 
the wall telling her friends how she narrowly missed 
out on having to spend a whole afternoon with the kids.

I had never been so hurt and upset in my life. I vowed 
that I would get her back, get her to see how it felt 
to be let down. That's what brought me to my room on a 
Sunday afternoon with my ear pressed against the wall. 
Steve was talking.

"I'm sure your breasts are nicer than hers. If you let 
me have a look I can be certain."

Jenny giggled. "Are you sure it would stop there? It 
looks like she's turning you on enough already. I call 
her Samantha."

I was furious. She was showing him Samantha. And not we 
call her but I call her…

"If you really want to see me turned on you could try 
doing that to me." Steve's voice sounded a little 
hoarse.

"Maybe some day," said Jenny. "Let's concentrate on 
kissing for now. I like taking things slow."

I heard a lot of sloppy slurpy sounds for about ten 
minutes, and then Steve said "put your hand here. Just 
hold it."

"Slow down," said Jenny, "I'm not ready for that stuff 
yet."

There was more noise of movement, then Steve, sounding 
angry, said, "I can't take this. You show me porn and 
start to get heavy, and then you stop. I need to go and 
take care of myself."

"Don't be like that," said Jenny. "Weren't you enjoying 
kissing me?"

"Sure, but I'd like some other things more. I gotta 
go."

The door opened and I heard Steve walking away. An idea 
popped into my head, and before I had time to think it 
through I was out the door and following him. I caught 
up with him in the drive.

"Steve, do you want me to hold it?"

He stopped, startled. "What do you mean?"

"I heard you and Jenny. Do you want me to do it?"

"Yeah sure. Are you sure?"

Instead of replying I grabbed his hand and pulled him 
into the back of the garage. "Show me what to do," I 
said.

He unzipped his pants and freed his penis so that it 
stuck out about six inches. It was the first one I'd 
seen in real life except my dad's, and the first erect 
one outside of Samantha. Steve took my hand and wrapped 
it around the girth.

"Squeeze it a little," he said, "and move your hand up 
and down a bit."

I did alright for my first time. Steve began panting 
and making little moaning sounds, and in about thirty 
seconds he began to shoot white come all over the 
garage floor. I wasn't sure if I should take my hand 
away so I left it where it was as Steve's penis 
softened. Some of the come stuck to my fingers and I 
was not sure if he would be insulted if I wiped it off. 
We might have been frozen in immobility if it had been 
left to me, but Steve abruptly pushed my hand away and 
tidied himself up.

"Thank you," he said awkwardly, "that was great. You 
were great."

"I could do it again," I said. "Or I could give you a 
blow job."

"You could? You would?"

"Sure," I said. "I could come round next Saturday. I 
could even show you my breasts."

"You got it," he said. "What time?"

"You can choose the time," I said, "after you split up 
with Jenny at school on Monday. You have to do it 
publicly so I get to see it. Then we can arrange 
Saturday."

Steve looked as if he wanted to say something but 
thought better of it. He half bent to kiss me and then 
changed his mind, gave me a sort of pat on the arm, and 
left. I went back to my room to think over what I had 
done. No problem, I could always back off. I thought 
about that penis, that cock, shooting off, and Steve's 
intensity. I remembered the come on my hand and sucked 
my fingers, tasting it and imagining a cock filling my 
mouth with the stuff. I thought of the look on 
Samantha's face. And I thought how pissed Jenny would 
be on Monday if Steve went through with the dumping.

I really didn't know if Steve would do it come Monday. 
After all, Jenny was popular and a good catch. And she 
was in his year. He had to weigh that up against a 
promise of a blow job from a fourteen – nearly fifteen 
– year old. I should have known that for a seventeen 
year old guy hormones win out every time. He did it at 
lunchtime in the cafeteria. Jenny had gotten her lunch 
and came over to join him and some other classmates at 
the table. She touched his cheek and said "Hi Steve. 
Tracy was asking if we wanted to make up a foursome 
with her and Randy to see The Fall next Saturday."

Steve looked at her. "Tell Tracy," he said, in a loud, 
clear tone, "I wouldn't mind making up a foursome, but 
not with you. Tell her that if she has other friends 
who don't come on and then behave like a twelve year 
old, then I might be interested. Meanwhile, Jenny, why 
don't you leave me and my friends to talk privately. We 
might say things that embarrass you. Perhaps you'd 
prefer to be on the elementary section table."

Jenny looked as if she had been slapped. Her face 
turned bright red, and she gathered up her books and 
ran from the cafeteria. You could hear her strangled 
sobbing as she ran. It was exquisite. Steve turned to 
me and smiled and mouthed the word "Saturday". 

By the end of Monday everybody knew that Jenny had been 
dumped for being a tease. Nobody knew the details but 
that didn't stop them speculating. The best story was 
that Jenny stripped down to her bra and panties and 
wouldn't let Steve even touch her. It was even said 
that she showed him nude pictures of herself on the net 
– well that was half true. In any case, Jenny's 
reputation was shot.

That was finally what made me decide to go ahead with 
my promise for Saturday: I didn't want both Harper 
girls to be branded teases. I was going to go and suck 
Steve Wilson's cock while he came in my mouth and while 
my sister sat at home because nobody wanted to be seen 
with her. 

I did have one slight problem. The only thing I knew 
about blow jobs came from eleven pictures of the lovely 
Samantha. Other than the fact that I had to open my 
mouth I didn't have a clue what to do. However, I had 
almost a week and access to the internet which makes 
everything possible. I googled 'blowjob' and got almost 
two million hits. This was going to be easy.

Well = maybe not. BeeCee's blog told me that 
'experience and practice are the only ingredients 
needed to give a sensual blow job.' Right. How do you 
do it before you have the experience and practice? Then 
I had my moment of inspiration: if I couldn't practice 
on a cock I could try a carrot or a cucumber. I snuck 
down to the kitchen and found a cucumber which seemed 
much bigger than my memory of Steve's penis. I decided 
on a carrot and took it back to my room. I followed 
BeeCee's instructions:

"Close your mouth onto his cock and flick the underside 
of his corona with your tongue. Talk to him, tell him 
his cock is wonderful and that you are not going to 
stop until he cums in your mouth. Keep your tongue, 
mouth and hands active. Cup his balls and gently 
scratch with your finger nails the area between his 
anus and balls. Cup his balls in your hand: you will 
fell them tighten as he is about to come."

With the carrot and a lot of imagination I managed to 
follow the instructions. I also found lots more 
pictures of girls taking cocks in their mouths. For a 
blow job the rule seemed to be that the guy came in 
your mouth or on your face and you swallowed all the 
come you could. One of the sites told me you should 
always be naked when you give a blow job. 

I decided to compromise and be topless: after all, I 
had promised him a look at my tits. I really wished I 
could have shared all this with Jenny, and I almost 
felt sorry for her, but she hadn't come to me for 
support after her public humiliation, preferring to 
sulk alone in her room, so I let her stew.

I was practicing with the carrot on the Thursday when 
there was a knock on my door. It was mom.

"There's a phone call for you," she said. "Someone 
called Steve. That's not Jenny's Steve is it?"

"No, of course not," I said. "Just a guy at school."

I took the phone. Steve was very brief.

"Are you still going to go through with your promise 
Saturday or are you like your sister? I'd hate to have 
to tell about another Harper girl."

"No," I said. "I'll be there Saturday afternoon."

"Good. Make it before three. I'm at 2024 West 
Nightingale. I'll be waiting."

He hung up and I went back to my practice.

Saturday I was so nervous I dressed and redressed about 
six times. Should I wear a bra? I didn't need one and 
the only ones I had were quite padded, so when I took 
it off he might be disappointed. Should I wear a skirt 
or jeans – jeans were safer. I decided on no bra and a 
crop top with a tight pair of jeans. At lunchtime even 
mom noticed I was not my usual self: Jenny was too 
self-absorbed to notice. I set off at about two fifteen 
to catch the bus to West Nightingale.

I got to Steve's house and he opened the door before I 
had a chance to ring. "I wasn't sure you'd show up," he 
said.

"A promise is a promise," I said, and then there was a 
long silence with neither of us knowing quite what to 
do or say next. 

"Do you want something to drink?" he said eventually.

"Sure," I said, "a coke lite or something."

I watched him as he went to the kitchen. He really was 
good looking. He was wearing baggy black linen pants 
and a black tee shirt, and he obviously played sport or 
worked out. He was seventeen, and he had chosen me over 
my sister. I decided now would be a good time to take 
off my top.

When Steve came back he almost dropped the drinks in 
surprise. He managed to put them down on the table 
before crossing over to me and putting a hand on each 
breast. Then he bent down and licked and sucked each 
nipple in turn. This wasn't part of the bargain, but 
what the hell – it felt good. He moved his hand and 
started rubbing the front of my jeans between my legs. 
I was getting hot. He bit my nipple and it felt like an 
electric shock directly in my pussy. He kept on licking 
and biting while his hand was rubbing me faster and 
harder. I came with a screech that must have been heard 
by most of the neighbours. Steve clamped his hand over 
my mouth and smiled at me.

"You liked that?" he asked.

"God yes," I gasped.

"Good," he said, "because now it's my turn."

He led me over to the couch, undoing his pants as we 
walked. When he sat down his cock was already hard, 
standing up almost vertically from his body.

"Kneel down between my legs," he said, "and take it in 
your mouth."

I knelt and bent over his penis. It seemed bigger than 
I remembered, and certainly bigger than my practice 
carrot. I wondered how I could fit it in, and if I 
could do it right. I was desperately trying to remember 
what I had read, and then I thought 'just go for it' 
and kissed the tip. It was wet and a little sticky, but 
it tasted good and I sunk my lips over the head, 
licking with my tongue and sucking softly as I did so. 
I was supposed to tell him that I wasn't going to stop 
until he came, but it's hard to talk with a cock in 
your mouth. 

Steve didn't seem to miss the talking. He was making 
lots of grunting noises and thrusting his cock harder 
into my mouth. I felt him grow even bigger and then he 
shot a load of come deep into my mouth and throat. He 
must have spasmed about twenty times, too fast for me 
to swallow it all. I swallowed some, which tasted okay, 
like a salty mature French cheese, and the rest 
dribbled down my chin. The whole thing hard lasted less 
than a minute. Steve was holding my head so his cock 
was still filling my mouth even as it softened, and he 
kept repeating "yes, suck my cock" over and over. 
Eventually he let me go, and I sat back on my heels and 
looked at him.

"Julie, that was amazing. You were great. You look 
great."

"Thank you," I said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I went 
to get my top and Steve stopped me.

"Don't rush off. Sit down and have your drink and talk 
to me. And keep your top off – it'll help me get ready 
for next time quicker."

"There's no next time," I said. "I promised you a blow 
job and you've had it."

"Listen," said Steve, "I gave you an orgasm which was 
not part of the deal, so you owe me. Give me thirty 
minutes to recover"

As arguments go, it was pretty weak, but I wasn't hard 
to convince. As they said, practice and experience are 
needed, and here was my chance to add to mine. And I 
had loved it. I loved the way I could turn him on so 
much with just my mouth. I loved the taste and feel of 
a penis as it grew harder and then softer in my mouth. 
And I loved the sluttiness of it: I wished I could see 
a picture of me like Samantha.

So I sat down with my coke and talked to Steve. He was 
easy to talk to and I found myself telling him all 
about how it was my first blow job and my practising 
with a carrot. That broke him up, and he said that the 
carrot deserved congratulations for doing such a great 
job. He said he thought I must have done lots of them. 
I told him about practice and experience, and he 
unselfishly offered to provide both for me any time. I 
even told him that was very special because he had 
given me my first orgasm with another person, which 
made him grin in a very smug fashion. Then he really 
surprised me when he said it was his first blow job as 
well, and he was pleased it was such a great one.

WE also talked about Jenny. Steve asked me a lot about 
what she was like. I told him about her being the shy 
one, and how she had dropped me, which was why I'd come 
on to him, which was why I was here now waiting to suck 
his cock again. 

"That's a good idea," he said. "This time take off the 
rest of your clothes and come here and blow me."

I shook my head and crossed the room to kneel between 
his legs again. This time was longer. I leaned over and 
took out his cock. It was only semi-hard, and I could 
take the whole thing into my mouth. I started sucking 
and licking at the head, tasting the sharpness and the 
moistness. I thought I was doing well, but Steve was 
demanding and kept telling me what to do.

'Suck me harder. Use your tongue more. Use it to flick 
the slit at the head of my cock. Put more saliva in 
your mouth, I want to feel and hear you slurping as you 
suck. Take it all in your mouth. Hold my balls with 
your hand while you suck. Squeeze them gently. Gently. 
Make me come in your mouth. Let me feel my cock fucking 
your mouth.'

He went on, and my world was focused on his cock 
filling my mouth and my hands squeezing his balls. When 
he came, pulling my face hard onto him, I felt almost 
delirious.

Practice was fun.

When I was dressed again – a simple matter of pulling 
on my crop top – and Steve was once again decent, he 
said "will we do this again next Saturday?"

I thought of how much I would like to, and of how 
difficult it would be to keep this a secret, and of my 
parents and of Jenny. I had had my revenge, but I was 
thinking less about that and more about how good sex 
felt. I shook my head again.

"No," I said. "It was good, but this was a one off. I 
kept my promise and you kept yours. If you want, call 
me when I turn sixteen and we can start again." I 
smiled and touched his cheek, and walked to the door.

"All right," he said, "but give me your email address 
so I can contact you when you turn sixteen. Oh, and 
you'd better add your birthday."

I wrote them down and went home. How much I wanted to 
tell Jenny. How much I wanted to tell her that I was 
now a Samantha, and that someone (a boy!) had given me 
an orgasm. Tell her how good it felt. Instead I went 
home and had a long bath and watched reruns on 
television while Jenny stayed in her room.

It was Tuesday when I got the first email. It just said 
"Think again about Saturday" and had three attachments. 
They were pictures of me. The first was me sitting 
topless, drinking a coke. The next two showed me with a 
cock in my mouth and with come on my chin. My god, the 
bastard had been filming me. I had wished for a 
Samantha picture – be careful what you wish for. 

On Wednesday, I got a second, and it was explicit. "If 
I can't have the real thing, I'll have to share the 
pictures. Maybe Jenny would like a set" and there were 
another six shots. 

I emailed back: "See you Saturday."

I have to be honest about this – I was not too 
devastated about being coerced into a rerun of last 
week. The email took the decision making away from me 
so I could do it without having to be responsible. Sex 
– they always tell you how you have to be careful. The 
boy won't respect you; True Love Waits; teenagers don't 
need the pressure. Well, tell that to Juliet: she was 
what, thirteen? when she met Romeo? They don't tell you 
how great sex feels. They don't tell you how much you 
are going to enjoy it. And they don't tell you how it 
gets better with practice.

So that Saturday I got on the bus feeling pretty good. 
Home was still a gray zone, but I liked having a secret 
one-up over Jenny even if I couldn't tell her. One day 
maybe I'd get to teach her.

I got to Steve's house and once again he opened the 
door before I could knock. I went in and stopped 
suddenly: there were about eight of Steve's classmates 
sitting drinking. I turned to Steve.

"What the hell is going on?"

Steve smiled, not pleasantly. "I told my friends about 
your need to practice blowjobs and they were all kind 
enough to volunteer their services. Since you were 
coming here today, we thought we should all be 
available. Now, do you want to do one at a time or in 
groups?"

I looked around the room and saw nobody who was going 
to save me. I also saw video cameras set up and a lot 
of digital cameras: obviously the guys wanted their 
souvenir snaps. 

"Let's everyone get our clothes off and start then," 
said Steve. "You've got a lot to get through this 
afternoon."

The guys were naked almost before he had finished 
speaking. Nine teenage boys with their cocks already 
hard, hard for me. I sighed and took off my top, and 
went over to the couch.

"Everything off today," said Steve. "It's more fun to 
watch when you're naked."

I had no choice. I peeled off my jeans and my panties. 
There were a few whistles as I stood exposed in front 
of the guys. Steve came over and patted my ass. "I can 
tell you from experience that she goes better after she 
comes," he said. Then just like last week he began to 
lick my nipples and rub my pussy. The difference was 
that this week I had no jeans and I had an audience. My 
body didn't seem to care. My whole being was in my 
clitoris and as Steve thrummed at it I exploded in 
total ecstasy. If Steve hadn't been holding me I would 
have collapsed in a heap.

When I could focus again I saw all the boys staring, 
probably they'd never seen a girl come before. Steve 
took me over to where he had put some cushions on the 
floor and told me to kneel down. Within two seconds his 
cock was in my mouth and he was talking at me, telling 
me what to do. My lips circled the head of his cock, 
and I swirled my tongue around, warm and wet. 

Steve moaned and began running his hands through my 
hair.

I speeded up, my lips lightly touching the shaft, and 
began pumping him quickly using only my mouth. The feel 
of it crossing my lips, filling my mouth, was sending 
more tingling feelings through me. I could taste him as 
he was getting close to coming.

Soon I felt the cock twitching a little inside my 
mouth, felt it growing more rigid, its flesh stretching 
tighter. Steve's grip in my hair tightened as well and 
he began to pump his hips in time with my mouth. He was 
groaning quietly, sighing and breathing heavily. I 
realized that he was getting ready to come. He was 
staring down at me, watching his cock steadily fucking 
my mouth. He returned her look ands smiled happily.

"Mmmmmmmm," I whimpered.

"Suck it baby," he sighed. "Suck it and swallow my 
cum."

His hips jerked rapidly a few times then, he pushed my 
face more firmly on to his cock and held it there, 
hard. I felt his cock throb in her mouth and a second 
later I felt the first jet as it blasted from his cock 
and washed across the back of my throat.

"Swallow it," he hissed.

I felt his come filling my mouth and heard his words as 
I swallowed. I tasted the salty texture as blast after 
blast filled my mouth until the cock stopped jumping 
and twitching. Now it simple dripped a few drops while 
I sucked on it and licked the head with my tongue.

"Aahhhhh," Steve sighed.

He held my face forward for a minute while I cleaned 
his cock then pushed me away with the fingers in my 
hair.

"That was great," he chuckled. "Who's next?" 

I didn't have to wait to find out. There was another 
cock in my mouth before I could draw breath, and all 
the other boys were standing around watching. Some of 
them were masturbating as they waited their turn, and 
suddenly one came over and began to rub his cock over 
my face while I was sucking off his friend. Then he 
pulled back and with a gasp sprayed his come all over 
my face. It was amazing. All of a sudden it hit me that 
I was responsible for all this sexual energy, all these 
guys were so turned on because of me.

I could feel my excitement grow as the fact came to me 
and the cock in my mouth developed the tell tale 
swelling. I increased my rhythm and as he prepared to 
come I could feel the kick inside me reached its 
highest point. I came again. It was an eruption and 
lava poured through my body. The need to scream was 
overwhelming and when the rod made one last thrust into 
my mouth I lost it and shouted, "FUCK!" My eyes were 
clenched shut and my whole being was lost in an 
orgasmic explosion.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. When everyone had 
had enough after two or even three goes in my mouth my 
throat was sore and my knees were sore but I felt 
terrific. All the guys said great things about me and 
when I looked in the mirror on the way to the shower my 
face and hair were covered in come. I loved it. I 
thought I looked so hot. I thought "if one of these 
guys wanted to fuck me now I'd probably say yes", so I 
hurried to the shower before I was tempted.

When I got back to the living room the guys were 
watching the video. It looked even better than I would 
have imagined. I was pretty non-stop. At one stage I 
had two cocks in my mouth – I didn't remember that part 
– and the part when I came I was actually strumming my 
clit as I was sucking. Everyone was saying how they 
wanted a copy.

Then Steve spoke. "Listen guys, that was great, but 
remember we need to be real careful. Julie isn't even 
fifteen yet, so if this leaked out we could all be in 
serious trouble. Julie isn't going to tell, because if 
her folks saw this they'd probably put her in a nunnery 
or something. And is school saw it, that's the end of 
her school career."

"How about you lot?" I said. "Your school career too."

Steve looked at me. "Don't be stupid. The camera was 
set up to capture you on your knees. None of our faces 
are shown. But don't worry – we'll keep the copies 
safe."

I was starting to get worried. Pictures and movies have 
a habit of breaking free – look at Paris Hilton. Then 
one of the guys spoke up.

"Are we going to do this again next weekend?"

"No," said Steve, "this was a special occasion."

There was a general chorus of groans at that, but no 
real dissent until Jeff spoke. Jeff was slightly older 
than the rest and was a big football player.

"Listen. We've got the pictures that Julie doesn't want 
to be shown. How about she does something for us in 
exchange?"

I thought, "Wasn't today something in exchange?" but he 
had other ideas.

"I mean, we can't fuck her because she's only fourteen, 
so why not get her to bring her sister, that Jenny? If 
we get Jenny next Saturday then I'll be happy to 
guarantee the pictures don't get out."

I hardly heard Steve's response but it was clear that 
the group were all in agreement. Bitch. I got into this 
because Jenny wouldn't play, and now they wanted her 
instead of me. Steve must have remembered my talk from 
last week.

"It's okay. You bring Jenny next week – I don't care 
how you have to do it – and she'll be the one we fuck. 
You'll still get to practice your blowjobs. I told you 
– I'm available any time"

I traveled home on the bus in a real down mood which 
was only slightly improved as I ran the video back 
through my mind. I'd think about the Jenny problem 
later. Right now I should celebrate my arrival as a 
fully fledged blow job queen.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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