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Horny Sister
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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A tale of incestuous relief between brother and sister.
(mf-teens, youths, inc)
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I was 15 in 1962, a year away from joining the Army. At
that age, my hormones were rampant, conducting hormone
rodeos in my bedroom every night, with soggy underwear
the result most mornings. I was a walking erection most
days, and as a result my grades at school suffered
dramatically. I plunged from being an honour student in
the previous years to barely scraping by at exam time.
I had a steady girlfriend that year, a sweet thing I'd
met in a popular teen hangout, the Chicken Delight
restaurant where teens could go during lunch hour to
drink a concoction of every soft drink on tap... I
forget exactly what we called them. Beverly was a
member of Canadian Girls in Training (CGIT), an
organization that has long since become extinct.
I met her at the Chicken Delight one evening after a
CGIT meeting and walked her home. She was about 14 at
the time, and that on that first night we did some
heavy petting in her parents' garage. She wore the CGIT
uniform of grey skirt and white blouse, and while she
had little to show in terms of boobs, I was more
interested in what she had under the skirt.
We kissed deeply inside the garage, and I managed
somehow to pull her skirt up from the back to run my
hands over a delectable ass encased in what felt like
silk panties. She also wore thigh-high nylon stockings,
and the feel of her soft thigh skin above her stockings
had me nearly cumming in my jeans.
That was the first of many, many heavy petting sessions
that occurred over the following year or so of our
relationship. I clearly remember warm summer evenings
when we would go for bicycle rides together and find
ourselves in some private section of Winnipeg's
Assinniboine Park, surrounded by trees and bushes. We
would dismount and by some unspoken mutual agreement,
begin to kiss passionately. This would invariably
evolve into lying on the lush grass, with her
straddling my thigh and humping my leg while our
tongues wrestled with the insane passion of teenagers.
For some reason, perhaps fear of rejection, I never
touched her budding breasts nor did I ever slide my
hand into her panties, as much as I wanted to do so. I
did squeeze that delectable butt as we kissed, feeling
the panty ridge under my fingers, and that seemed to
excite her even more. Eventually, the kissing,
squeezing and humping against my thigh, to say nothing
of the feel of my hard cock against her stomach, sent
her over the edge and she would cum against my thigh. I
could feel the heat of her cunt through my jeans and
the soft grunting against my lips.
When the trembling died down, we would re-mount our
bicycles and pedal home. She would always blush when I
kissed her goodnight, the sweet memory of our
passionate evening being unspoken between us. My first
stop when I got to my own home would always be the
bathroom, where I'd stroke myself out of a huge set of
"blue balls".
Thus it was that my hormone-driven, frustrated brain
began to notice my sister for the first time. She was
14 that year, and just beginning to develop breasts. I
found myself peeking at her on school days, when skirts
were mandatory for young girls. She was usually
careless about the way she sat at home, and I was often
able to view crotch shots of her panties with the
obligatory thigh-high nylon stockings and the (by now,
to me) highly erotic expanse of creamy thigh between
the nylons and the panties.
Our parents both worked and were out of the house long
before we had to leave for school, so I'd often be
treated to an hour or so of sneaking peeks up my
sister's skirt before school. It became a habit of mine
to stroke myself virtually every morning before finally
heading off for school. My orgasms were tremendously
powerful those days, and the quantity (compared with
these days) was stupendous. I could have impregnated an
elephant, I'm sure!
When school finally ended that summer, the temperatures
rose dramatically as they are prone to do in a prairie
city like Winnipeg. We lived in a three-bedroom, two
story "wartime" house, my sister and I occupying the
two upstairs bedrooms. The heat in those bedrooms was
absolutely oppressive and sleep was difficult at best,
especially due to my mother's rule that we had to be in
bed by 9:00 PM.
Before she left for work in the mornings, my mother
would give us a list of housework she wanted us to do,
as my sister and I were both on summer holidays from
school. The list included everything from washing
dishes to vacuuming and waxing and polishing the
hardwood floors. With practise, we were usually able to
work through the list within an hour or two, leaving
the rest of the day free to do whatever we wanted to
do.
My sister and I were never very close. She had her own
circle of friends and at age 15, I had very little in
common with her. Age was very important to kids in
those days. However, that was soon to change.
One morning I took the daily newspaper to the coolest
spot in the house, the basement. One corner of this
refuge from the summer's heat contained a rocking
chair, a bookcase and a very comfortable chair that was
too large for the upstairs living room. That was my
favourite location for warm days, and I would read the
newspaper and then move on to some of the many hard
covered books in the bookcase.
On this particular morning, I was comfortably seated in
my favourite chair reading the Winnipeg Free Press when
my sister came down the stairs. I noticed she was
wearing a pair of red shorts that she'd outgrown at
least a year or two previously, and the cheeks of her
ass were hanging below the hem of the shorts. I was
about to make some form of derogatory comment until my
dick kicked into action and suddenly my shorts were
bulging. I said nothing and buried my face in the
newspaper, my dick throbbing along my thigh.
She seated herself in the rocking chair directly across
from me and pulled her feet up onto the seat of the
chair. When I dared to peek below the newspaper, I
found that she'd spread her legs so that her knees
rested against the armrests of the rocking chair. The
shorts she was wearing were so small that her cunt was
clearly exposed to me, and she wasn't wearing panties!
I saw my first cunt, a nearly hairless one that was red
and throbbing, and my cock pulsed with excitement.
Obviously, this exposure was intentional, and my mind
reeled at the thought. As I peeked from beneath the
newspaper, she began to close and open her legs, and
the crotch of the red shorts soon became wet from her
secretions. I was ready to explode but dared not do
anything to let her know that I was looking at her. I
kept my face hidden behind the newspaper while my cock
throbbed and pulsed in my shorts. On her side of the
basement, my sister appeared to be engrossed in one of
the books from the book case.
Finally, I had to relieve some of the pressure of my
erection, so I raised one leg onto the seat of the big
chair. By doing so, my erection burst from beneath my
underwear and slid along my thigh on the opposite leg.
My cock pulsed at the view my sister was giving me, and
the throbbing head emerged from the leg of my shorts. I
could feel the cool basement air on the head of my
cock, but I dared not adjust myself. We were seated so
closely that any action on my part would have been
noticed, so I did nothing, fighting the urge to cum as
I stared at her cunt from beneath the newspaper.
At last I knew that I had to jerk off, so I folded up
the newspaper and stood up, my shorts falling over the
bulge. I told her, "I'm going to the bathroom", and
began to climb the stairs. She left the rocking chair
and began to climb the stairs behind me.
She said, "What are you going to do, really?"
I turned to talk to her, my cock throbbing almost
directly in line with her face, and said, "What do you
mean by that?"
She reached up and wrapped her hand around my throbbing
cock through my shorts. She said, "I know I've turned
you on. Wanna come up to my room and fool around?"
Apparently my sister was as horny as I was that day. We
were alone in the house with no chance of parental
interference for several hours, and my dick was in
command that morning. So I said OK.
We went upstairs to her bedroom, which had not begun to
heat up at that point in the morning. A nice morning
breeze blew though the open windows of our bedrooms,
which faced one another through a short hallway. We
went into her bedroom, full of girl stuff and normally
out of bounds to her brother. I think it was the first
time I'd been in her bedroom in at least three years,
when my mother noticed that my sister was becoming pre-
pubescent.
My sister turned to me and asked, "What do you want to
do?" her words belying her obvious intentions.
I said, "I'd like to see your cunt," as if I hadn't
already seen it.
She said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
With that, she fell onto her bed and peeled the red
shots off, her legs spreading wide. Her cunt was in
full view, red, throbbing and nearly hairless. My cock
throbbed at the sight. I pulled my shorts and underwear
down to my ankles and kicked them off, my cock
springing up to whack my stomach. My throat clogged up
with lust, and I could barely croak out the words, "Can
I touch it?"
She laid on her bed, cunt throbbing, and nodded mutely.
I reached down and ran my hand up and down her dripping
cunt until she reached down to grasp me, pulling my
fingers onto her clitoris.
"Rub me there", she said, her hips beginning to rock up
and down. "Put a finger inside me... please?"
I didn't ask if she'd ever done anything like this
before. I just assumed she had let one of her
boyfriends take her virginity, but I was 'way beyond
worrying about anything like ethics or morality at that
point. By then, she'd reached up and had my cock firmly
in her hand, slowly stroking it and panting softly.
I simply slid my middle finger up into her cunt, and
was astounded at how wet she was. Her juices squirted
around my finger and she began to pump my cock faster.
I was about to cum, my hips pumping with a force of
their own as her hand clasped me tightly, stroking as I
rubbed her hot cunt.
"Did Danny fuck you already?" I asked, referring to the
boyfriend of the month. I needed to know that in case
things got out of hand, as I knew they would. She said,
"No, I popped my cherry with my hairbrush. I bled all
over a towel and had to wash it myself in case Mom saw
it. It hurt but it was fun, too. I want a real cock in
me."
My cock throbbed in her hand as I played with her cunt.
I knew then that I was going to finally get laid. I
also knew that my first time wasn't going to last as
long as I really want it to. So I asked her,
"Have you ever done a blow job?"
She replied, "Of course... Larry (her boyfriend of a
year before) showed me how to do that. Why? Do you want
one?
I told her yes, as I knew that I couldn't last much
longer.
She said OK and scooted down to crotch level. She
wrapped her lips around my throbbing cock, engulfing me
in her hot wet mouth, and began to bob her head back
and forth enthusiastically. Within a few seconds, my
impulses took over and I began to fuck her mouth. She
pulled off me for a moment, gasping,
"Yes, do that! Fuck my mouth. I love that!"
I held her head in my hands and began to fuck my
sister's mouth. Her tongue gyrated around the head of
my cock as I plunged in and out of her mouth, until I
could feel no other instinct than to bury my cock
deeply into her throat. She gagged several times, but
her hands reached around to my ass as she pulled me
deeper into her throat. Within seconds I told her I was
going to cum. She pulled off my cock and said,
"Yes! Cum for me... squirt your hot cum into my mouth!"
And with that she took me back into her mouth again,
burying her face into my crotch. I exploded, my cock
pulsing in her mouth as I shot the hot bolts of cum
down her throat. My legs were quivering against the
sides of her face as I came, my grunts of passion
sounding animalistic in the silence of her bedroom. I
could hear and feel her gulping as she swallowed my
cum, the hot feel of her nostrils blowing against my
crotch as I pumped against her face. Finally, I was
drained, and my cock began to deflate inside her mouth.
She took one final slurp and released me, my cock
making a "Pop" sound as she did so.
"That was terrific!" she said as she rocked back onto
her heels, her face red with passion.
"Wanna fuck now?" she asked.
"I'm going to need a few minutes before I can get hard
again, I think," I told her.
"Well then, use your hand on me."
So I rubbed her cunt, plunging my fingers in and out of
her until she came in spurts all over my hand. For a 14
year-old, her body was quite highly developed in terms
of sexual responses. She humped my fingers and squirted
her juices all over my hand and wrist until my cock
began to resurrect. A dead man would have been aroused
by that sort of response, and I was a long way from
being dead.
She reached down and began to stroke me again, and when
I'd reached a degree of hardness that pleased her, she
asked me to fuck her. In those words. I was floored...
she said, "Will you fuck me now, please?"
This was it... I was finally going to get laid and I
was excited beyond words. I told her that I'd never
done it before, and wasn't sure how to go about it. She
said, "Just put your cock inside me and start fucking."
That did it. I had an idea of how to proceed, and went
with my instincts. As it turned out, my instincts were
bang on.
I knelt between her legs, conveniently spread wide for
me, and directed my cock into her sopping cunt, and
pushed. I was immediately enveloped in a hot, wet,
throbbing cunt and from that point on I couldn't have
stopped if an earthquake had hit Winnipeg. She wrapped
her legs around my back, pulling me deeply into her hot
cunt. I began to pump in and out of her, feeling the
hot wetness of her wrapped around my newly aroused
cock, and it felt like I could go on forever. I knew,
though, that I couldn't. It felt too damned good and I
knew I was going to cum inside her.
I said nothing, though, simply enjoying the sight of
her small boobs bouncing up and down and hearing her
cries of lust until I finally jammed my cock into her
as far as I could before filling her cunt with my cum.
My cock pulsed and then I came, three, four, five hot
surges of cum filling her until I could feel it seeping
out of her cunt down the length of my slowly-deflating
cock.
I finally relaxed and laid on top of her for a moment
or two until her eyes snapped open and she said, "Did
you just squirt your stuff inside me?"
I'd thought that must have been fairly obvious to her,
but she went into a panic when I told her I had. She
said, "Oh God, you might have made me pregnant!"
I'd never even considered that possibility, and I was
alarmed at the thought. I disengaged immediately, but
the damage, if any had already been done. For two weeks
we walked on eggshells until she came down to breakfast
one morning and whispered into my ear that she'd
started her period. I wasn't sure what that meant until
we were alone again, a few days later, and she told me
that she wasn't pregnant.
From that point on, I made sure I had a supply of
condoms on hand, and over the next year I used almost a
gross of the damned things keeping her happy and
satisfying my own sexual needs. I was finally called to
join the Army in 1963, and about a year later she got
pregnant through another guy, married him and had a
baby at age 16.
We still see one another occasionally, but she's since
remarried to yet another guy who's much younger than
her, and I assume he's keeping her happy in bed because
she has never hinted at a return engagement with me.
But that's OK... I'll remember those early days fondly
and I'll be forever grateful to her for losing my
virginity.
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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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