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Safe Sex
by AB-2010 (address withheld)
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The folks have gone to Vegas for the weekend, leaving
their son who "should" be old enough to take the
responsibility of looking after his sister and himself
while they're away. But as it turns out, he isn't. (mm-
teens/g, ped, inc, 1st, alcohol)
***
As told to me by Gilbert of Kingman AZ.
This story is true, but if Richard hadn't written his
story about sharing sisters with his best friend first,
I probably wouldn't have. Until I read his story I
thought that my experience was unique, I didn't realize
that other older brothers had used their little sisters
for safe sex.
We live in Kingman Arizona and our folks were taking a
weekend vacation to Vegas and since I had turned 15
they thought I was old enough to care for my little
sister Leslie and myself. Looking back I guess I
wasn't.
Anyway, the folks took off early Saturday morning and
planned on being back Sunday evening late. Once they
were gone my best buddy Carl came over and we
immediately broke into the folk's alcohol stash.
Within an hour we were feeling no pain. I'd started us
out with screwdrivers and then we moved on to whisky
and coke. The subject of girls came up as it usually
did and we started talking about getting laid by the
hot girls at school.
All the girls we knew back then wouldn't put out for
guys. They were afraid of getting either pregnant for
some disease. All we could do back then was talk about
sex.
Carl and I continued to drink and talk about sex for
another hour or so, then my little sister came into the
house and started away at me like usual, "Gilbert, what
are you doing? I'm going to tell momma on you. You're
not supposed to drink their liquor; you're not even
supposed to invite your friends into the house when Mom
and Dad are away. Boy are you in big trouble."
Of course I didn't really care what she said, I usually
didn't even recognize her as a life form. Leslie was 8-
years-old with fine white-blonde hair and cornflower
blue eyes and a Nagy little high-pitched voice.
But Carl was apparently more interested in her because
he coaxed Leslie over to him and then when she was
standing next to him he grabbed her and pulled her down
onto his lap.
I watched as he force-fed her some whisky from the
bottle next to him. She fought to get away and
sputtered as she was forced to swallow more of the
whisky. I was enjoying the sight of my bothersome
little sister getting hers and even helped Carl by
holding her arms as he forced more booze down her
throat.
After a few minutes Carl let her go and Leslie flew out
of his lap swearing like a Marine; she even swung at
Carl's face with her little fist causing us to both
laugh at her.
We went back to drinking and talking about girls and
Leslie went to her bedroom. After a few minutes she
came back out and climbed up next to Carl on the couch.
I could tell that she was a bit drunk and when Carl
absently threw his arm over Leslie's shoulder and
continued to talk to me, I noticed that Leslie didn't
seem to be mad at him anymore.
Then as we talked I noticed Carl's fingers begin to
move on Leslies shirt at her chest. He was making a
swirling motion with his fingers around where her
nipple would be. I also noticed that Leslie didn't seem
to mind that he was touching her. Actually she seemed
half a sleep all nuzzled up next to him.
After a bit Carl stopped talking and I watched as he
slipped his hand up under Leslie's shirt. That sort of
shocked me. I thought about telling him to stop, but
then I saw Leslie squirm into a more comfortable
position against Carl and she smiled sleepily as he
massaged her from under her shirt, I just continued to
watch them.
Then Carl became more aggressive feeling Leslie up. I'd
never thought of my sister and sex together before in
my life. But as I watched Carl's hand moving under
Leslie's shirt and over her nipples, for the first time
I noticed that she was indeed a girl. She wasn't ugly;
in fact she had a nice looking little body really. As I
watched her smile and nuzzle up to Carl as he felt her
up I realized that I had an erection. That was a
revelation, to be watching my friend feeling up my
sister was making me horny. Who'd a thought!
Then Carl reached down with his other hand and pulled
the snap open on Leslie's cut-offs. That got her
attention. Her blue eyes shot open and she tried to
move away from Carl, but he held her tight and started
talking to her.
"Leslie, you're beautiful, did you know that?"
Leslie stopped struggling and looked at Carl who had
pulled his hand away from her shorts. I just sat there
and kept quiet.
"I've always thought you were a little fox, I've even
told Gilbert that, haven't I Gilbert?"
I looked at him and nodded, not trusting myself to
speak. Leslie looked at me to make sure I was
confirming the nice things Carl was saying about her
and then she looked back at him as he continued.
"You know Leslie, all the guys at school think you're
really cool, so grown up for your age, such a kick-ass
body too. I wouldn't mind having you for a girlfriend.
Have you ever thought about having a boyfriend before?"
Leslie said, "I'd like to be your girlfriend Carl."
Carl, hugged her close and said, "Me too. Only I'm 15
and you're 8, so I guess you're too young for me,
that's really a shame, because I think you're really
hot."
Leslie wasn't going to be put off by that argument,
"I'm mature for my age, and I look older when I dress
up."
Carl looked at my sister for a moment as if thinking
then he said, "Well, it's not just what you look like
you know. Girls my age know more about things like
kissing and sex. You're kind of young for that kind of
relationship don't you think?"
"What would I have to do? I mean I'm as tall as some of
the girls in your class, Gilbert is always calling me
the 100-foot woman and stuff."
"Yeah, you're tall for your age, but you don't know
anything about sex."
I was fascinated by the conversation. I never thought
that I'd live to hear my little sister discussing sex,
and with a guy who was almost twice her age, and in
front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off them as they
went around and around. Carl would bring up another
reason why they probably shouldn't be girlfriend and
boyfriend and then Leslie would come up with a reason
that showed that they could.
Carl was enjoying himself. You could see that he was
playing with my sister, but even he finally came to the
point. And what a point it was!
"Okay, let's say you're old enough to be my girlfriend,
can I expect sex from you like I would from a regular
girlfriend?"
Leslie only hesitated for a moment, I think she just
wanted to win the argument and didn't really understand
what she was saying. "Yes, I'm as good as any of those
other girls of yours."
If she only knew that neither Carl nor me had any other
girls. We were just as virginal as Leslie, other than
we jacked off a lot.
Carl said, "Okay then prove it."
Leslie looked at Carl, and then at me, then back to
Carl, then she said, "So what do you want to do?"
"I want to fuck you Leslie, just like I would a 15-
year-old girl. What do you say?" He said looking
intently into her blue eyes.
She looked back at him then finally said, "Okay, but
not in front of my brother, let's go into my bedroom."
I still didn't say anything but I knew that there was
no way I was going to be left out. I'd never really
thought about fucking a girl for real before. They all
had seemed to untouchable. But here was one telling my
buddy that she'd let him fuck her. It just about blew
my mind.
The fact that "the girl" willing to fuck my buddy was
my sister made me cringe a little, but I was just as
horny as Carl by this time and had to see where this
would lead.
Carl led my sister to her room and shut the door. I
waited outside the door and listened. After a few
minutes I could hear their muffled voices through the
door. I cracked it open just enough so I could hear
better.
Then I heard Leslies bed begin to creak in a rhythm
that I knew was Carl fucking her. The thought of Carl
sticking his dick into a wet pussy, even my sister's
wet pussy made me want to come so badly. As I listed to
that creaking rhythm sound I felt my heart begin to
pound in my chest, and the blood in my body began to
rush past my ears making it hard to hear. I pushed open
my sister's door and watched.
Carl had his pants down to his ankles and I could see
his naked butt rise and fall as he pumped between my
sister's wide spread legs. It was a sight I can't
describe, it made me so hot that I couldn't help
myself. I yanked my pants open and discarded them and
stood there waiting, touching myself.
Finally I saw Carl's body stiffen and I knew he was
cumming in Leslie. I was careful not to touch myself
then, because I knew that I would cum right then and
there if I did.
When Carl slumped down on top of Leslie momentarily
spent, I was standing beside them. I pulled at his arm
and even though he protested I rolled him off my
sister. She looked up at me with big round eyes as if
she thought I was going to punish her for being bad.
But that's not what I had in mind. What I did next
changed our relationship forever. I climbed on top of
her and shoved my dick into her cum-slick little hole.
The feeling of sliding into her was something that I
still vividly remember even to this day. Carl had
slimed her up inside with his warm cum and I slid in
like she was made for me. God it felt good!
It didn't take long before I was empting myself into my
little sister. I remember that after I slid in she
stopped struggling and eventually hugged me tight as I
set up a fucking rhythm.
I probably didn't last even a minute that first time.
But that didn't matter because Carl and I kept Leslie
naked and on her back all weekend. Carl even called his
Mom and got permission to "sleep" over.
We finally had to stop fucking Leslie around 9 o'clock
that evening because she was too sore to take our dicks
any longer.
After that day Leslie would let either Carl or me have
sex with her almost anytime we asked. We'd do it in her
room after school until our parents came home from
work, on the weekends we'd do it in the garage standing
up, or in the swimming pool in the backyard. We even
did it in vacant lots when we couldn't get privacy at
home.
The beauty of the whole thing was that Leslie was too
young to get pregnant, and by the time she started
having her period Carl and I were old enough, and
"experienced" enough to get girls pretty easily.
If there was a problem with our arrangement it was that
Leslie was hurt when we started seeing other girls. She
became depressed because she wasn't getting the
attention from Carl and I that she was used to.
I would put on a condom and fuck her every once in a
while to keep her from real depression, but my
attentions were with girls closer to my age by then so
we didn't do it nearly as much as she wanted.
Unfortunately Leslie turned to other guys to fill the
void and before she was 13-years-old she was pregnant.
She was a very popular girl, but the pregnancy got in
her way, big time. At least I wasn't the one who got
her pregnant.
It's been 13-years since that first time with my
sister. I'm 28-years-old now and married with two kids
of my own, a boy and a girl. Carl is still a bachelor
and Leslie, although she's now 21, is still single.
Looking back on what I did, I make sure that I properly
oversee my kids, no weekends away to Vegas for my wife
and I. Not unless we bring the kids along.
END
Author's note: If this story sounds familiar it is
because I wrote it in 2001 under a different author
handle. I have revisited the story, fleshed it out and
republished it here. AB
To read more of my stories go to:
www.asstr.org/~Kristen/ab2008/
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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