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Happy Days: He Shoots, He Scores
By Uncle Mike (no address)

***

Richie see's his kid sister ina whole new light when 
he's forced to baby-sit her for the weekend. (Mf, ped, 
inc)

***

Bamp-bamp-bamp. Clang! Bamp-bamp, thunk!

I grabbed the basketball as it thudded off the 
backboard on the garage. A quick dribble back to the 
crack I called the foul line, a spinning jump shot ... 
nothing but concrete.

"You're pitiful, Rich! You couldn't score with Betty 
and you can't even score on your own court."

It was Potsie, my friend from high school. Running up 
the driveway, he snatched the ball out of my hand and 
we started up a one-on-one. Potsie was even worse than 
me, usually, but he was right -- this weekend, I 
couldn't score at all.

I'd been going out with Betty for a couple of months by 
then, and as Potsie knew she hadn't let me do anything 
more than feel her tits through her sweater at the 
movies. She had good breasts, more than a handful, but 
even the best tits don't feel too great when they're 
strapped into the stiff, cone-shaped bras girls wore 
back then.

"So am I right, Rich? You didn't score last night?"

I snorted a laugh. "Score? Her dad was waiting on the 
porch when we got home. I didn't even get a kiss!"

"Hey, Richie, why are you still going out with that 
tease? You treat her better than most guys would, and 
she hasn't done a thing for you. Jeez, Rich, at this 
rate you'll still be a virgin when you get to college!"

"Yeah, well, you should talk, Potsie."

"Hey, don't forget Mary Sue Ferguson!"

"You were eight years old then and you didn't even know 

what a pussy was then! That doesn't count."

"We were naked and my dick was inside her. It counts." 
I let it drop; Potsie was real proud about being the 
first one of us to get any, and real sensitive about 
not having gotten even close since. I took advantage of 
his distraction, though, to drive around him for a easy 
lay-up -- which, of course, I missed.

"So, Rich, are you coming with us to Arnold's tonight?"

"Nah. I gotta watch Joanie. Mom and Dad went down to 

Chicago for the weekend for some cousin's wedding."

"Geez, tough break, Rich. Can't you just leave the brat 
alone and come over?"

I stopped dribbling long enough to catch my breath. 
"Hey, don't call her a brat, Potsie. She's a real nice 
kid. It's not her fault she's not old enough to stay by 
herself. I'm not gonna leave her alone. What if 
something happens to her?"

"What's gonna happen to her? She's gonna pass out from 
eating too many Oreos?"

A shrill shout came from the upstairs window. "Potsie 
Weber, I do not eat too much!"

I looked up. "Joanie, aren't you supposed to be 
studying your English? How long have you been 
listening?"

She smiled. Joanie was a cute kid, short dark hair, 
button nose, and a smile as bright as the neon signs at 
Arnold's. "Long enough," she giggled, and ducked back 
inside.

I was a little bit worried. Had she heard us talking 
about Betty? Joanie was usually pretty good about 
keeping secrets, but I'd never let her in on a secret 
that could get me in this much trouble with Mom and 
Dad. While I was thinking, Potsie grabbed the ball and 
tossed in an easy shot. The swish of the ball as it 
dropped through the hoop brought me back into the game. 
I did manage to sink a couple of baskets, but Potsie 
was beating me by a mile. Finally, I conceded; he went 
over to Ralph's while I went inside to take a shower.

When I got upstairs, Joanie was lying on her stomach in 
bed, a schoolbook propped open in front of her. Her 
feet were up in the air as she kicked her Mary Janes 
together absentmindedly. Her skirt had slipped down to 
her knees, but what I could see of her legs was still 
mostly covered by a pair of baggy white socks. She 
seemed lost in her reading; I figured if she wasn't 
teasing me that must mean she really hadn't heard about 
Betty.

I think I was still worried about it, though, because I 
jumped into the shower without even realizing I'd 
forgotten to bring in a change of clothes. I didn't 
remember until I got out and toweled down. I know I was 
trying to get into Betty's pants, but I was still young 
enough to be kinda shy about parading around almost 
naked, even in front of just my kid sister. But I 
didn't have much choice. I rummaged through the linen 
closet until I found the biggest towel we had and 
wrapped it around my waist. I didn't even trust 
knotting it; I held the ends up with both hands as I 
left the bathroom.

I had to go past Joanie's room to get to mine. When I 
looked in, she was still lying down, facing away from 
the door. I must've sighed in relief or something, 
because she looked up -- right into a mirror at her 
bedside that showed me marching past. I almost dropped 
the towel, but I held on and ran into my bedroom, 
quickly closing the door.

Once I got inside, I went over to my dresser to pull 
out some stuff, but I saw Betty's picture on the top. I 
got angry and sad and horny all at once. I dropped on 
top of my bed and just lay there for a couple of 
minutes, feeling sorry for myself. Then I started 
thinking about what I wanted to do to Betty, and I felt 
my cock starting to stiffen. I reached down and rubbed 
the bottom of the shaft softly. I know lots of guys 
have to use pictures or stuff to jack off, but I guess 
I always had a good imagination; just fantasizing was 
enough for me, most times. But the problem is that when 
you fantasize you can get really lost in it and not 
know what's going on around you.

I guess that's what happened, because I didn't hear the 
door opening or anything until I heard Joanie's voice.

"Whatcha doing, Richie?" She spoke softly, almost a 
whisper, but it was enough to startle me. I grabbed my 
cock with both hands to cover up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you." This was 
funny, my little sister trying to comfort me, her big 
brother. But it worked. My heart slowed down to a more 
normal beat as I looked across the bed.

Joanie was standing right at the edge, right by my 
feet. Her oval, freckled face was beaming down at me. 
She'd changed into a nightgown, one that must've been a 
hand-me-down because the material was worn pretty thin 
and the pink and blue embroidery around the collar was 
frayed a lot. It was transparent enough for me to make 
out the outline of her body. She was just starting to 
hit puberty then, I guess. There was only the slightest 
of hints of a curve to her waist. She didn't really 
have any breasts, but Mom had gotten her a training bra 
and she wore it all the time. I could see the white 
triangles through the gown.

I'd loosened my grip on my cock, and I suddenly 
realized it was rising up above my hands, standing 
stiff and straight. Joanie followed my eyes.

"Wow, Richie! You're big!"

I blushed, at first with pride. Then I remembered this 
was my baby sister! I was naked in front of her, and it 
was making my cock swell. Even as I thought about how 
terrible that was, my cock got bigger and harder. I 
couldn't figure it out. I'd never thought of Joanie 
THAT way; she was just a kid. OK, she wasn't really a 
kid anymore; I'd even wondered why Mom had bothered to 
make me stay and watch her that weekend. Joanie had 
already baby-sat herself for a couple of families on 
the block. And her face had lost all of its baby fat; 
she was obviously going to be a really pretty girl when 
she got older. Oh, heck, she was pretty now. Her lips 
were fuller than Betty's, and her brown eyes had this 
kinda sexy twinkle sometimes ... God, I was doing it to 
myself, I thought. My cock was eight inches long now, 
bobbing a bit up and down like a skier waiting at the 
top of a jump.

As I looked up from my cock, I saw that Joanie was 
staring at it too. Her eyes were wide open and her pink 
tongue was peeking out between her lips, rubbing back 
and forth slowly. I saw a blush spread over her face 
when she realized I knew what she was looking at.

"Haven't you ever seen a boy's -- you know?" 

"I saw Tommy Johnson's when we were six, but it didn't 
look anything like that," she whispered back. "It was 
small and stubby and it looked kinda soft. And he 
didn't have any hair ... down there." 

"Well, all boys are like that when they're kids. When 
we grow up, we get hair. And mine isn't always so big, 
it's just ..." I stopped. What could I say? It's just 
that I got hot thinking about my baby sister? And what 
did I think I was doing, just lying there naked, 
anyway? I grabbed for the sheet to pull it over me, but 
Joanie held it back.

"No, don't. It's OK. If you're worried about me telling 
Mom and Dad, don't. I won't tell. Just like I won't 
tell about you and Bet... oops."

My cock quickly deflated. "You heard?""Yeah," she said 
shyly, ducking her head. "That's why I'm here." She sat 
down on the edge of the bed. "I heard what you said, 
and what Potsie said. I bet that Betty's a stuck-up 
girl like her little sister Tracy. I remember how long 
you worked on that poem you wrote for her last week -- 
and she didn't even say 'Thank you,' I bet. ... And I 
heard how you stuck up for me when Potsie called me a 
brat. That was really sweet, Richie."

As she finished, she looked up at me again. "Oh, 
Richie, your thing's so much smaller! Did I do 
something wrong?"

"No, no, it's..."

"It's Betty, isn't it? It's 'cause I reminded you about 
her." 

She paused and seemed to be making up her mind about 
something. "It wasn't right, what Betty did. When I 
heard about it, I wanted to do something to help. But I 
couldn't think of what, until I saw you running past my 
room." She reached a hand out tentatively. "Jenny 
Piccolo said guys like it if you touch their things. 
Can I touch yours?"

I stared at her. I couldn't believe this! My kid 
sister, the little girl I'd seen in diapers, wanted to 
touch my cock? I thought about it. She was really cute, 
and I was horny. But could I...? Even as I thought 
about it, my cock started to swell again.

"Oooh, I think you want me to," Joanie cooed. She 
softly encircled my rod with her right hand. The warm 
touch sent a shiver all the way up my spine and I let 
out a deep sigh.

"What do I do now, Richie?"

I should have told her to stop. I should have sent her 
out of the room and gotten dressed. I should have done 
a lot of things. But what I did was say, "That feels 
really good, Sis. Now move your hand up and down, real 
slow. Yeah. All the way up to the tip, and down. 
Mmmmmm."

I lay back on the bed as Joanie's small hand massaged 
my cock. I tried not to think about how I was 
corrupting my kid sister. Then ... I felt a warm breath 
on the head of my dick, and it was engulfed in a hot, 
wet embrace.

"What?" I yelped, as I looked down to see my little 
sister swallowing my cock.

She slipped it out of her mouth. "Sssshh." She grinned. 
"This is something else I learned from Jenny Piccolo. 
She showed me on a banana. Am I doing it all right?"

With that, she swooped down onto my dick again and 
began to bob up and down on it, holding her lips in a 
tight "O" that sizzled up and down the rod while her 
tongue flicked out at the tip. 

I had never even dared think about asking Betty to give 
me a blow job, and now Joanie ... well, I was going to 
have to change the way I thought about her. Fast.

And faster. She picked up the rhythm, her dark hair 
flying as her head bounced up and down while her hand 
kept rubbing the rest of my cock. The bed was creaking 
and squeaking as I finally let out a loud groan. "Look 
out, Joanie! I'm commmmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!"

She pulled her head up just in time to get a jet of cum 
across her face. Her eyes flew open in surprise. When 
she flicked out her tongue and had a taste, though, she 
smiled and licked some more off. "Mmmm," she said, 
"it's as good as Jenny said."

I reached down and pulled her up to me. "Joanie, that 
was wonderful. I've never had anything so good. You're 
the best sister ever." Looking at her cute face with 
globs of my spunk still spattered here and there, I 
couldn't resist. I pulled her closer and pressed my 
lips to hers. I'd heard the expression "a tie is like 
kissing your sister," but I don't think this was what 
they meant. She kept her lips slightly open, and as we 
pressed together she slipped her hot tongue inside me. 
I flicked back at it, one hand entangling itself in her 
hair as the other slipped down and caressed her tight 
little butt.

We became lost in passion. I kissed my way from her 
mouth down to her neck, licking and sucking around to 
her tender ear. When I slipped my tongue into it, she 
yipped as her body shook. "Richie!"

I whispered into her ear, my warm breath washing over 
it. "I've learned a few things too, little Sis." We 
kissed and licked for several minutes. Then Joanie 
slipped out of my arms and stood beside the bed.

"Richie... I love you," she said in a deep, sighing 
voice. "Can I, can I ask you something? There's, um, 
there's something else Jenny told me about." She 
pressed her lips together tightly and squeezed her arms 
at her side. I reached out and took her hand. 

"It's OK, Joanie. What?"

She took a deep breath. "Jenny-said-boys-could-do-
girls-like-I-did-you-but-they-don't-like-to-Could-you-
do-me-please?" The words tumbled out fast, as if she 
was afraid if she stopped for a second she'd be too 
afraid to go on.

"I've never done that, Joanie -- but I'll try," I said. 
The familiar grin broke out on her face, like the sun 
coming out after a gray morning. I couldn't help but 
love her, I thought.

"What do I do, Richie?"

"Well, I guess... Take your clothes off, first."

She lifted the nightgown over her head. As I'd thought, 
she still looked like a little girl on the outside, 
without any real curves. But as she slipped off her 
training bra, I could see that her nipples were long 
and hard, standing out from the dark circles around 
them. And when she pulled off her panties, I could see 
the first few wisps of hairs above her pussy.

I moved over on the bed to make room for her. "Now you 
lie down," I said.

Moving between her legs, I licked from her feet to her 
crotch as I gently spread her thighs apart. Better take 
it slow, I thought. I moved up further, sliding my 
tongue around her belly button, then taking each of her 
nipples into my mouth and sucking. I could feel her 
smooth, warm skin next to mine. My cock had already 
gotten hard again and was rubbing on her legs. I kissed 
her again, then moved all the way down to her crotch. A 
pungent aroma was already rising from her pussy as I 
nibbled around the edges. Joanie's hands grabbed my 
head as her knees rose up around me. "Nnnnice, Richie! 
Ooooh, that's so good!"

Gently, I began to lick her labia, already slightly 
wet. She wiggled her pussy in my face and urged me on, 
but I was afraid to do too much at once. Plus, I wasn't 
exactly sure what I was doing. After licking up and 
down at the entrance to her pussy for awhile, I used 
both hands to spread the lips slightly and slipped my 
tongue inside.

"Aaaaaaah! Richie, yes! Yes-yes-yes! Unnnggghh!" 

I guessed I must be doing something right. I pushed my 
tongue in further and in and out. My fingers roamed 
outside the now-slick cunt of my baby sister, until I 
felt something like a small, hard button. As soon as I 
touched it, a jolt shot through Joanie's body. A sudden 
realization hit me: her clit! For all my hopes with 
Betty and the boasts Potsie, Ralph and I made, I'd 
never done anything like this before, and I'd never 
really known what all the words we used meant. It felt 
kinda weird to be getting a sex education from my kid 
sister. Before I could waste too much time thinking 
about it, though, Joanie's thighs closed around me and 
she called out."Don't stop, Rich! That feels so good!" 
She gasped several times, and her voice got low and 
soft. "Richie, that's it. Touch me there. Oh, rub it. 
And lick me. My whole body's burning up with you, 
Richie. Uhhhh, please, yes, right there. Oh, Richie, I 
love you. I love you!" All at once she stiffened. 
"Gaaaaah-nnnnng-unnnnnnh-AAAAAAAHHHH! Oh, God, Richie, 
did I cum? 
I think I ccuuuuuuunnnnnnnggghhh-AAAAAHHHH!"

This time it was Joanie who pulled me up for a deep 
kiss, licking her own juices off my face. As we 
nuzzled, my stiff cock was at the gate of her pussy. I 
felt the hot, slippery fluids from her washing over the 
tip of my dick.

I looked straight into her warm brown eyes. "Did Jenny 
Piccolo tell you about anything else? I mean, about 
what boys and girls can do ...?"

"You mean... Oh, Richie, do you want to fuck me?" 
Hearing my kid sister use words like that turned me on 
even more than ever.

"Yes, yes, Joanie, I want to fuck you. I want to put my 
cock inside you and feel your pussy around me. Please, 
Joanie, I love you so much, can I?"

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Yes, please, 
yes! I want you inside me! I want you deep in me, 
Richie!"

I pushed my cock up to the entrance of her steaming 
tunnel and slowly slipped inside. She was tight, even 
tighter than when she'd sucked me. But all the juices 
made it easy to push in, her pussy lips squeezing 
around the inflamed head of my dick. I felt the wide 
helmet pop past the lips, which immediately tightened 
again around my rod. I almost came right then, but I 
held it there for a long time until that feeling went 
away.

Then I began to stroke, real slow and gentle. The 
feeling was a hundred times better than I'd ever 
expected. I kept pushing in a bit further every time, 
carefully probing for Joanie's maidenhead. Soon I had 
three or four inches inside her, and still nothing 
stood in the way. 

"Joanie, I..."

I heard a soft giggle. "I used a candle, Richie. Three 
months ago. That's something else Jenny taught me."

"Remind me to thank Jenny next time I see her," I 
murmured. I was happy that the pain of breaking her 
hymen wouldn't interrupt our lovemaking. Opening my 
eyes, I looked down at Joanie's face, now flushed and 
covered with sweat and cum and juices. My little 
sister's first fuck, I thought, and it was me! Somehow 
it felt right, now, that I'd be the one, not some 
fumbling jerk who didn't really care for her ... like I 
didn't care for Betty, it occurred to me. Yes, this was 
the right thing.

By now I was plunging all the way inside her, burying 
my cock to the hilt in the hot, sopping wet pussy, then 
pulling out. Joanie was bucking her slim hips back at 
me in a primal beat.

"Fuck me, Richie. Fuck me so good. Ohhhh, you feel so 
good inside me. Deeper. Deeper! DEEPER! YES! Ohhh, 
Richie, it's wonderful! Oh, God, it feels so good."

Her legs closed tight around me, her feet sticking 
straight up in the air. I couldn't believe I could go 
so deep inside her! Her fingers clawed at my back and 
my knees ached a little and my arms were stiff but I 
didn't really feel much of that at all. It seemed like 
my mind was wired directly to my cock and the feel of 
Joanie's soft pussy squeezing along the rod and the tip 
bumping up against the back of her cunt and the base 
bouncing against her crotch.

She brought her heels down against my butt, pressing me 
deeper.

"Harder! Faster!" Joanie urged me on. "Fuck me harder, 
please, pleasepleaseplease-yes-that's-it-that's-it!"

The bedsprings were screeching, the sheet and blanket 
had slipped off onto the floor, the pillows had fallen 
off and Joanie's head was bouncing up and down on the 
mattress, sweat flying off as she bucked and jerked and 
I had never loved anyone as much as I loved her at that 
moment. I felt a burning deep within and I knew it was 
time.

"Joanie, I'm cuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Waves of 
jism pulsed through my rod and exploded into her as her 
pussy convulsed, squeezing me dry. "Me too, Richie, me 
toooooooo-AAAAAAHHHHH!" She trembled and stiffened, 
trembled and stiffened, her fingers digging into my 
sides as her eyes flew open and she stared blankly at 
the ceiling. "Aaaaannnnnggggghhhh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-
AAAAAHHHHH!"

As my cock made it last feeble pulses, all at once I 
felt the ache in my arms and the friction that had 
rubbed my knees raw. I slipped out of Joanie and rolled 
over onto the bed next to her, taking her in my arms 
and kissing her long and hard.

"Richie," she said, her eyes softly shining, "I do love 
you. 

You're so good to me. Can I ask you something else?"

"Mmmm, yes, little Sis, anything you want."

"Next time..." Just the thought of next time made me 
press my mouth to hers again. Next time! My baby sister 
and I, lovers! 

"Next time... Can Jenny join us?" She giggled. "I... I 
kinda promised her, Rich." I might have been shocked, 
even then, but I didn't have a chance. Joanie slipped a 
hand down to caress my cock back to life as she 
snuggled up to me, sticking her tongue into my ear. 
Before I knew it, she had rolled me over onto my back. 
Incredibly, my dick was stiff and straight again. 
Joanie got on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto 
my cock, letting it slide past her slippery lips and 
all the way up. At first she kept it slow, sometimes 
even lifting all the way off so that the tip would have 
to pop into her lips again. I reached up and twiddled 
her nipples between my fingers, feeling her heart 
beating swiftly beneath her sweaty skin. Then Joanie 
picked up the pace, until soon she was bouncing up and 
down as if she were riding a bucking bronco. My hands 
slipped down her silky body to rest on her hips, 
holding onto her as the speeding friction drove me wild 
again. Her voice was like a helicopter traffic guy's, 
all jerky 
because of the bouncing: "Oh-oh Ri-hich-hie I-hi lov-
ove yo-hou! Fu-huck me ye-hes ye-hes uh-NG-GAAAH-haaa-
GAAa-aaaaaaaaahhhh-DDDeehaaaa!"

My cock was still hard and I urged her on even after 
her orgasm. She must have ridden me for 30 minutes 
before she finally cried out, "Oh, Go-haaad Ri-hichie 
I-hi can't ta-hake this mu-huch loooonnnggge-hheeerr!"

I eased her off me -- my cock was so swollen that I was 
afraid it would break -- and had her lie face down on 
the bed, already soaked with our sweat and juices. 
Quickly I moved behind her and pressed my dick up 
against her puckered little asshole. I don't know why I 
thought of it, except from raw sexual passion. Smearing 
some of the juices from her pussy onto her other hole, 
I worked my index finger inside her and then slowly but 
firmly pressed my cock in its place. "Richie! Richie, 
Jenny didn't say anything about this? What are you 
doing?"

"I love you, Joanie, and I want all of you! It'll be 
all right! Just relax and let me -- oooohhhh, yes!" My 
dick slid inside her asshole, even tighter than her 
pussy. With my hands I kept her small butt cheeks 
separated as I began to stroke. I kept the rhythm slow 
and steady until I felt the familiar burning and my 
jism blasted deep into Joanie's ass. "I'm CUMMING!"

The next several years were the best I've ever known. 
Joanie and I had many happy days together, and Jenny 
Piccolo did join us. Joanie blossomed into a beautiful 
young woman with ample breasts, shapely legs and the 
hottest mouth in Milwaukee. Every guy in school wanted 
her. Even Potsie asked her out. She did go out once in 
awhile, but the guys who went with her never got more 
than a good-night kiss. Joanie saved her best for her 
big brother.

END

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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 system.
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