From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
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Subject: THAT'S WHAT SISTERS ARE FOR
Date: 4 Nov 1996 19:48:17 GMT
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                  That's What Sisters Are For



My name is Mary.  I'm 15.  The following is a story that I hope you
will enjoy.

It was time for my big brother Tim to ger married.  He's the oldest of
the kids
in my family.  He's 22.  Then my older sister, Becky, who's 17.  And 
then  me,
at 15.  Yongest is my sister, Sam (short for Samantha), who is 11.

Since Tim was getting married, we have all sorts of relatives coming
into town.
Most of them are staying in hotels, and whatnot.  However,  my  Aunt 
Anne  (my
mom's sister) is staying with us.  In my room.  Because she's in my 
room,  mom
set up the rollaway bed (which is fairly large) in Becky's room for 
me.  It'll
only be for two nights.  I still don't understand why they  couldn't 
kick  Sam
out of her room!  However, after the experience which I'm  going  to 
tell  you
about, I'm really glad that I roomed with Becky.

It's 10:00 the night before Tim's wedding.  Mom wants everyone asleep
early  so
that we can get up early.  So Becky and I are in her room. We're not
tired,  so
we get to talking.  We've always been pretty close sisters,  since 
we're  only
two years apart in age.  I was getting to that age where my  interest 
in  boys
was getting pretty strong.  Pardon my immodesty, but people in my 
family  tend
to be quite attractive.  I think Becky is beautiful,  and  the  boys 
know  it.
She's been dating a lot since she was my age (mom won't let us date
until we're
15).  And I look quite a bit like my sister, except that my  body 
isn't  fully
developed yet.

So we're talking, mostly about boys.  Typical conversation.  Then we
started to
talk about sex, as teenage girls will sometimes do (see,  not  just 
boys  talk
about it).

"Becky, forgive me for asking..."  I started.

"Yes," she replied before I could finish.

"You've done it with a boy?"

"Once.  Have you?"

"No.  I really don't think that any boy would want someone as 
flat-chested  as
me."

"I was flat as a board until I turned 16.  Then, overnight, they grew. 
Really.
Mom says it's been that way in our family."

You see, I really am pretty flat.  I have two small bumps on my chest,
so small
that I really don't need a bra.  But I  wear  one  anyhow.   Becky's 
chest  is
fairly large.  Now that I remember back, her breasts did start to grow
when she
was 16.  One more year and maybe I'd have them too.

"How was it?  I mean, what was sex like?"  I asked.

"Different.  At first it's really strange, taking your clothes off in
front  of
a guy.  And then when you actually do it, it hurts a little. But it's 
strange,
the slight pain is enjoyable.  And then it gets to be a lot of  fun 
and  feels
really good after a while."

"Did you use, umm... protection?"

"I should have, but I was stupid.  It was my first date, when I was 15.
 And  I
really didn't understand all what was supposed to happen.  I  guess 
I'm  lucky
that nothing happened.  When you  date,  don't  let  any  guy  force 
you  into
anything.  And don't be stupid like me, use a condom  or  some  other 
sort  of
protection.  OK, lecture over."

"Thanks.  I sometimes feel funny, especially when I see a cute guy. 
It's  sort
of like a tickle, down there..."  I explained, as I pointed towards my 
crotch.
"I feel like I want to put my hand inside and scratch it, but I don't."

"Sounds like you're horny.  You know, you could masturbate yourself."

"Only guys do that.  I might hurt myself."

"No, if you do it right, it can make you feel really good."

"Do you masturbate?" I asked Becky, a little ashamed of the word.

"Sometimes.  Do you want me to teach you how?"

I didn't know what to say.  I always looked up to Becky,  but  this 
sounded  a
little strange.  A little perverted.  But I was interested. So I said
yes.

"In fact, you don't always need a boy to have sex and feel good.  If
you do  it
with another girl, you can feel just as good - if not better -  and 
you  can't
get pregnent."

This was strange.  Was she suggesting that she has sex with other
girls?

I asked, "Do you have sex with other girls?"

"Sometimes.  But don't think that there's anything wrong with it. You 
remember
doing your friends hair, or sharing ice cream when you were little?  
It's  the
same sort of thing.  Helping your friends feel good.  And just because
you like
it doesn't mean that you can't like guys.  It's OK."

So my sister liked to have sex with other girls.  Instead of  making 
me  think
she was strange, the idea appealed to me.  I liked the idea. I  wanted 
to  try
it.  Perhaps Becky would show me.  She's my sister, and I  trust  her. 
 "Could
you, ummm, do it with me?"

"Anything you you.  That's what sisters are for."

So it was set.  I would have my  first  sexual  experience,  and  with 
my  own
sister.  The idea made me get that tickle, the heat, in my crotch.

"First thing to do is to take our clothes off," she told me, as she 
unbuttoned
her blouse.  As she opened it, I could see her bra.  It  wasn't  huge, 
but  it
held quite a bit of her chest.  "Now you take off your shirt."  I
pulled my top
over my head.  Like I said, I have no chest, but I wear  a  training 
bra.   So
there we were, two sisters, sitting together without  shirts.   Sounds 
stupid,
but it make things easier for what was to come.

"Take off your bra," Becky told me.  I reached behind me and unhooked 
my  bra.
Although I feel silly because I have such small breasts, taking off my 
clothes
in front of another girl wasn't strange.  After all, there was lacross 
-  I've
changed and showered in front of other girls.  But still, because I 
knew  what
was going to happen was sex, I felt odd.  But good.

"You're not really that small, you know.  I was totally flat when  I 
was  your
age.  But you've got something there.  Besides, big breasts  are  a 
real  pain
sometimes.  Even with sex."

I looked down at myself.  No, I wasn't flat.  I had these small mounds 
with  a
little pink nipple dead center of each one.  Becky then took off her
bra.   She
needs one, for sure.  They sort of fell out as she took off the item
that  held
them.  Would I have those one day? Was Becky right?  Would I  hate 
having  big
breasts?

I didn't have much time to think, because Becky took her right hand and
touched
my left nipple.  She rubbed a little around it,  sometimes  leaving  my
 breast
altogether and rubbing the space between them.  I gulped.  This was 
the  first
time anyone had ever touched my chest, besides my doctor and, well,
when I  was
a baby.  I looked at Becky's chest.  I slowly moved a hand towards it, 
wanting
to feel what big breasts felt like.  They looked soft, but would they
feel hard
inside?  No, I couldn't bring myself to do it.  Becky moved her hand
away  from
me.

"O.K., well, you wanted to know how to  satisfy  yourself...  So, 
here's  how.
First, of course, you have to take off your pants.  You can make
yourself  feel
good, sometimes, with pants on.  But it's much better with them off."

She stood up and unzipped the fly on her jeans.   Yeah,  I  know, 
girls  don't
really need to have a fly.  But I wasn't concerned with  that  sort  of
 stupid
thing.  I was waiting to see what was inside.  She popped  open  the 
snap  and
slowly lowered the jeans to the floor.  She was  wearing  French  cut 
panties.
But that was all.  I mean, she was naked except for them.   Like  I 
said,  I'm
used to changing for lacross practice with loads of other girls  in  my
 class.
But because I knew that once she was going to take  those  panties  off
 should
would show me how to masturbate, well, that made me excited.

"Why don't you take off your jeans?  Then I can begin to show  you 
some  stuff
you can do with other girls."  So, I took mine off.   Now  I  was 
standing  in
front of my sister nude except for my undies.

"Lie down," she told me.  I was getting a little scared.   But  I  did 
as  she
suggested.  She then got up onto the bed and straddled my legs, with
her crotch
hanging over my navel.  Her breasts hung down over me, making  them 
seem  even
larger.  She lowered one hand to bed, to brace herself.   The  other 
hand  she
used to stroke my chest.  She rubbed from my neck down to the bottom of
my  rib
cage, taking extra time at my breasts, which were really flat now  that
 I  was
lying on my back.  She used both hands and squeezed on my nipples.  Not
so that
they hurt, but I did make them pop out a bit.  She backed herself up a
bit, and
moved her hand down to the waistband of my panties.  She  kept  going, 
rubbing
over them and going between my legs.  I spread my legs, but she said
"don't" so
I moved them back and  Becky  continued  to  feel  around.   And  back 
to  the
waistband.  But this time, instead of going on top of them, she  put 
her  hand
inside.  She rubbed over me, feeling where pubic hair was  in  the 
process  of
gowing.  I wasn't really thick like some of the girls on my team.  
Seeing  how
the rest of me is developing late, I guess the thick  black  patch 
would  take
it's time.  Not like I cared.  Regular hair  is  enough  trouble. 
Anyway,  she
continued to probe downward in my tight panties.  In fact, she  stopped
 before
she actually hit my crotch.  And back up and out.  She took both hands
and  put
them inside my undies, at both sides.

"Lift your butt, a little," she instructed,  So I picked up  my  butt 
and  she
quickly yanked down my panties to my knees, showing my crotch for all 
to  see.
Well, Becky, anyhow.  I lowered my naked butt  to  the  bed  and  she 
slid  my
panties off me.  "Bend your legs up, like your going to do situps," 
she  again
said.  I did so.  I was getting nervous.  She put her hands  on  my 
knees  and
asked my to spread my legs apart.  After I did, she slid  her  hands 
down  the
insides of my legs towards my crotch.

"Beautiful pussy!" she said.  Pussy?  I've heard the word before  in 
reference
to a girl's crotch, but I was always told that girls hated that word. 
I  guess
Becky knew what I was thinking.  "It's OK to say pussy.  Sometimes 
even  cunt.
Or twat.  Whatever you like.  Just don't use such words in front of
anyone that
you wouldn't say fuck to."  Ah, I see.  So she  put  her  hands  on  my
 innter
thighs and lowered her head towards my crotch...  uh...  cunt.   What 
happened
next really thre me.  She, a girl, put her  face  right  between  my 
legs  and
pressed her mouth against my twat (no, I don't like that word).  I just
 stared
at the ceiling and let her do her thing.   She  liked  up  and  down 
the  area
between my butthole and the area where my vagina ends and the "patch"
of  pubic
hair gets thicker.  Tender she was, that I almost fell asleep.  But 
then,  she
moved her hands inward and touched my vagina.  She pulled apart the
little lips
on them and pushed her tongue inside.  Whoa!  Weird, but felt good.  
So  good,
that my entire body got warm.  And I thought I was going to  urinate 
all  over
Becky's tongue.  I tried to stop from going it.  But I wasn't able to 
restrain
myself and I let it go.  But I didn't.  I didn't pee.

"You know, you taste good.  Some girls don't taste  quite  right.   But
 you're
really good.  And you're starting to get wet.  That'll help." She  sat 
up  and
wiped her mouth, her breasts falling back to her chest.

"What do you mean, wet?"

"When a girl gets excited, she gets this liquid in her cunt.  It's 
useful  for
sex, because it makes the penis slide a little easier. But  when 
playing  with
yourself, or even doing it with another girl, it's useful.  Go  ahead 
and  put
your finger in you vagina.  You'll see."  She sat down next to me and I
sat up.
Put my finger in my vagina?  Well, I'll give it a shot.  Slowly, she 
told  me.
"Push apart your pussy lips.  And slowly slide your finger in.  You
have  short
nails, so you shouldn't scratch yourself inside, but be careful."  I
did as she
said.  Yes, there was liquid on my pussy. But not urine, Becky says. 
Slowly  I
slid a finger inside my virgin hole.  I could feel that I was soft
inside.  And
warm.  And wet.

"This is the main way  you  have  of  fucking  yourself.   Once  you 
get  more
experieced, you can move your finger around.  And get multiple fingers 
inside.
If you want to taste your love juices, pull your finger out and suck on
it."

I again did as told.  Didn't have much of a taste.

"Want to taste me?  I can't promise anything, but I'm  to  understand 
that  my
taste is pretty good.  And from finger fucking myself,  I  can  say 
that  it's
pretty close to what you taste like.  Guess it's because we're 
sisters."   She
stood up and pulled her panties down. She had  thick  black  pubic 
hair.   And
because she had a tan line, the white around it  made  it  seem  all 
the  more
black.  She again straddled me and slowly pushed my down.  She moved
closer and
closer to my face and finally her breasts hung there.  "Go ahead, 
nurse,"  she
suggested.  She guided one of her breasts to my mouth and touched her
nipple to
my lips.  I opened wide and took in as much as I could (not much) and
sucked on
it.  I didn't have any taste, but my sucking  on  another  girl's 
breasts  was
sexy.  She pulled down and moved her crotch closer to my face.  I could
see  al
her genitals, right there. And she lowered it right onto my mouth and I
licked.
Yes, it did taste fine.  The hair was getting in the way, but still, I 
decided
I liked pussy eating.

"And this, sister, is called a 69."  She pulled away from my eating 
mouth  and
lifted a leg over me and then the other one so that her butt was near
my  face.
And then she lowered her body so that her face was in  my  crotch.  
"Now,  eat
me!"  So I did.  She pushed my butt back till her pussy was in my mouth
 and  I
sucked on it.  Yes, actually  sucked  on  her  cunt  like  it  was  an 
orange.
Meanwhile, whe was doing the same to me.  But she was oh so much better
than I.
She was using her tongue and fingers.  Faster and faster she went, and
I  tried
to imitate.  And then, another hot flash.  But this time stronger and
deep.   I
started to shake.  Was I going to die?  But it felt great.  I started 
to  push
my crotch into her face, because I knew that was what was feeling so
good.   It
tickled.  It was hot.  It was great.  And I pissed.  All over  her 
face.   And
then... it was over.  Becky sat up, her mouth wet.

"Congratulations.  You had an orgasm.  And a good  one!"   She  bent 
over  and
kissed my on the lips.  A good stronge French kiss.  I could taste what
was  on
her face.  It wasn't piss, but that pussy juice.

I was tired.  I loved it.  I just sat there for a bit thinking.

"I know you're pretty tired, but I have a few things to  tell  you. 
First,  by
rubbing and putting your finger inside you, you can orgasm (or cum)
again.  And
do you know what little bump inside your cunt lips near the top.  
That's  your
clit.  Rubbing that should feel good. That's what I was licking when
you came."

It was good.  We spent the next hour or so touching and Becky showing 
me  more
about masturbating and having sex with girls.  It made me  feel  great.
 And  I
wouln't get pregnant.  We well asleep, naked, in each other arms.