Title: My Teasing Sister
Keywords: brother, sister, mf, teen, incest, nosex
Author: Distant Lover
Email: dstnt_lover@yahoo.com
Summary: A teenage brother and sister discover a new, and
wonderful, although dangerous dimension to their love as
siblings.


My Teasing Sister

by Distant Lover, copyright 2007


     One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen years old, I worked
out with my barbell set and took a shower.  Because I knew that
my parents were going to be away until late in the evening, and
because I thought my sister was visiting a friend, I did not
bother to wrap a towel around myself, but walked naked to my
bedroom.  My sister surprised me, standing in the hall.  "I'm
sorry," I said quickly, wondering if I should run back to the
bathroom, "I thought you were at a friend's house."


     "She wasn't home, so I came back. I'm not sorry.  I haven't
seen you this way since we were children." I did not know what to
do.  My sister stood in the middle of the hallway, so I couldn't
get past her. She continued looking at the part of me I wished I
had covered with a towel.  "It's gotten bigger," she said with a
sly smile.  This was embarrassing.  It became more so when I got
an erection.  I felt my face blush to reveal such physical
evidence of the fact that my sister was arousing me sexually.


     She was also enjoying my predicament.  "Look at that," she
said bringing her hand to her mouth.   "You don't need to blush
just because you're naked," she teased.  Then she instructed,
"I'm your sister, so everything's all right.  A boy should not be
embarrassed to be seen naked by his sister, even if his penis is
pointing to her face."  She giggled.  "Besides, I think you're
enjoying this as much as I am.  A boy's penis gets like that when
he's excited."

     "Did you learn that from another boy?"


     "None of your business," she pouted.  Then she implored,
"May I touch it?"

     "You better not tell anyone about this."

     "I won't tell. I promise.  Please let me touch it."

     I have to admit that I was beginning to enjoy the situation.
 I reasoned that I had not planned this, and that my sister was
taking the initiative.  Therefore, I was not guilty of sexual
abuse.  (If she was guilty, I didn't mind, really.)  Moreover,
she was my sister.  I did love her.  I did not like to displease
her.  As the baby of the family she was somewhat spoiled.  I
feared her bad moods. I also feared that if I did not grant her
request, she might ask another boy.  Finally, and most obviously,
I could not hide my desire for her. "You can touch if you don't
tell."

    "Oh goody!"  My sister began gingerly to touch and squeeze my
penis with her fingertips.  "It's so hard," she said with a
wondering tone of voice, "and so big."  Without asking for my
permission, she began to rub my penis.  When I did not pull away
she rubbed harder.  I had never been like this with a girl
before, but I had masturbated.  This was better.  My sister's
hand felt soft, warm, slightly moist, and completely delicious. 
As I felt my climax coming, I closed my eyes.  When it came, I
experienced the longest, most intense, and most pleasurable
orgasm that I had ever enjoyed.  My sister squealed with delight.

     When I opened my eyes I saw that my seminal fluid was on my
penis, my sister's hand, and her dress.  "A drop of that can get
you pregnant," I warned.  You should wash your hands before you
touch your vagina."

     "I know," my sister said, looking at her hand, and smelling
it.  She took my hand with her other hand, and said, "Come with
me.  I'll wash you too."  She led me to the bathroom.  After
washing her hands thoroughly, she took my washcloth, got it nice
and sudsy, and began to scrub my genitals.  "It's all squishy
now," she said.

     "After a boy has an orgasm, and that's what I had when I
squirted semen on you, it usually takes awhile before he can get
an erection again," I told my sister.  "Otherwise, I'd certainly
have one."

     "I see," she replied thoughtfully, as she scrubbed with
enthusiasm.  "Well, if you have another orgasm I will just start
washing you all over again.  I hope you're enjoying this.  I sure
am."


     "It's kind of embarrassing," I admitted.  "And it feels
strange to be doing this with my sister, but yes, I'm enjoying
it.  That's why I got an erection and ejaculated."

     "That's right," my sister said.  Then she proceeded to rinse
and dry me.  She took much more time with each task than she
really needed to.  After folding my towel, and returning it to
its rack, she playfully tugged at my pubic hairs.  "You didn't
used to have all this hair."


     I turned to leave, but my sister said, "No, we're not
finished yet."  She sat down on the toilet lid for a closer look,
put her hands on my hips, and positioned me to stand right in
front of her.  "This is truly amazing," she said.  "Boys' bodies
are so strange."


     "I'm glad you think so."


     She began to feel one of my testicles.  "This is where you
make sperm cells and testosteron-e," she said pronouncing the
last "e" as a syllable.


     "It's testosterone," I corrected.

     "I'll remember that." My sister began to giggle.  "My big
brother is helping me with my sex ed homework."

     "Better me than another boy."

     "You sure are jealous, aren't you?"

     "With a sister as beautiful as you I need to be jealous, and
vigilant."

     "No you don't, but thanks anyway," my beautiful sister said
while affectionately squeezing and pulling on my now "squishy"
penis.  Then she rubbed my stomach.  "You have such a nice
washboard stomach.  Every boy has genitals, but you have a strong
and beautiful body."

     "Thanks.  I've worked for it."

     "That's for sure."  My sister stood up, put her hands on her
hips, and said, "Well.  You're nice and clean now.  You may go to
your room.  I need to wash my dress before Mom and Dad come
home."  As I walked to my bedroom, my sister told me, "You look
good from behind, too.  You've got a nice, sexy butt."


     When I returned to my room, I closed the door, and quickly
got into blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.  Then I walked to
my sister's door and knocked. "Yes?" she asked.


     "May I come in?"


     "Sure." When I entered my sister's bedroom, she had removed
her dress, but she had not put another one on yet.  She was
wearing a bra, panties, and sandals.  Although my sister was only
fifteen, her breasts were well developed, and showed delicious
cleavage above her bra.  Her hips were beautifully rounded and
full, although her waist was small.

     "You've seen me naked." I said.  "May I see you that way?"

     "That's fair, but before we do it, I better put my dress in
the washer."  After a few minutes, my sister returned, closed and
locked the door, and stood there, waiting.  If she had agreed to
show herself, I had expected her to take her clothes off, and
show herself, front and rear.  Then I planned to leave.  Instead,
she seemed to expect me to do the undressing.  I took the chair
from her desk, and sat in it.  Without being asked to she sat on
my lap.  She began to feel my arms, which were fairly muscular
from two years of weight training. "You have such strong and
beautiful arms.  Everyone at school knows that I have a strong
and brave brother to protect me."

     "And I will," I said, removing her sandals.  I slowly ran my
fingers over the parts of my sister's body not covered by her bra
and panties, and said, "Your skin is as smooth and white as
polished ivory.  Your flesh is soft and warm.  You are
unbelievably wonderful to touch."

     "You are unbelievably good at touching."

     My sister kissed my lips, making a small suction sound. 
"When you kiss, don't suck in," I explained. "Just press your
lips.  Like this," I said, kissing her again.  The second time
she got it right.  I kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, and
the tops of her breasts.  She pulled my mouth back up to hers,
and kissed me again.

     When I tried to remove my sister's bra I had trouble
unfastening it, because I had never taken off a girl's bra
before.  "I'll show you how to do it," my sister said.  And she
did.  My sister shyly looked down.  Her bra loosely draped her
magnificent bosom.  My sister waited for me to remove her bra. 
When I did, my hands trembled with emotion.  I sighed with
appreciation when I saw her lovely breasts with the delicious
pink nipples that made me think of rose buds. "You've gotten
bigger, too."

     "Thanks." I gently ran my hand over her breasts, and began
to feel one of my sister's nipples with my fingers.  It became
hard and erect under my touch.  "When a girl gets excited her
nipples get hard like that," my sister explained.  "It is like
when you get an erection."


     I ran my tongue around my sister's nipple, and sucked in air
right above it by inhaling with my mouth.  I had read somewhere
that that gives a girl pleasure.  "Does this feel good," I asked?



     "You know it does."

     I motioned for her to stand in front of me.  She put her
hands on my shoulders.  I slowly pulled my sister's lacy, blue
panties down to her delicious thighs.  The inside of her panties
was wet with lubrication.  Although my sister had the full figure
of a woman, her vulva did not have very much pubic hair on it. 
The hairs were thin, and light, matching the long blond hair that
flowed down my sister's softly rounded shoulders.  I could
clearly see her slit.  Stroking her flaxen field with my fingers
I said, "You have hair too."  I put my index finger into her
slit.  The inside was warm and very wet.  Also, I was relieved to
discover that I could not enter her vagina.  Because of my
sister's surprising cheekiness, I had feared that she was
sexually experienced.  "I am glad that you are a virgin," I said
keeping my finger in her slit, and feeling her maidenhead.

     "Me too," my virgin sister said, "I enjoyed tormenting your
jealousy, but I am proud that you found out."

     "As your brother I am proud too."  I removed my finger, and
pulled my sister's panties down past her knees and her perfectly
formed calves, and down to her feet, which she raised one by one,
so I could take away her panties.  I put them on her desk with
her bra.  Then I motioned for her to sit on my lap again.  I
slowly ran the fingers of my left hand up and down the spine of
my naked sister, from the back of her neck, to her beautiful bare
bottom.  "Do you enjoy this?"

     "I love everything that you do."

     I fondled my sister's breasts, and slowly ran my hand down
her side, past her hips, and down to her left knee.  Then I
kissed her again, and asked, "Can we go to your bed?"

     "We can't have sex."

     "Of course we can't.  You are my sister.  I want you to be a
virgin when you get married."

     "So do I."

     "You saw me close up, I want to see what you look like
inside."

     "O.K."   She lay herself on her bed and spread her thighs. 
I opened the lips of my sister's vulva and labia with the fingers
of my left hand.  Inside everything was swimming in lubrication.
"The moisture is to make it easy for a man to put his penis in."
I told her.  "But that will have to wait for your husband."

     "Yes it will."

     My sister's vaginal opening was small, and her maidenhead
had not been tampered with.  I touched it with my finger.  When I
tried to put my finger through the tiny hole, it did not fit
easily, so I stopped, because I did not want to do anything that
might stretch or damage her maidenhead in any way.  "Your
maidenhead is thick," I told her.  The first time you have sex
will be painful for you."

     "I know.  That's one of the reasons I want to wait for my
wedding night.  I want everything to be perfect."

     "I want everything to be perfect for you." I kissed my
sister's maidenhead out of appreciation that it existed, and
licked it with my tongue.  Then I began blowing on it gently. 
Each time I blew out as long as I could.  Then I inhaled quickly,
and blew out. I did this again and again.  When I looked at my
sister's face, it wore an expression of rapturous delight.

     I moistened my thumb and first two fingers with my sister's
lubrication, and began to rub her clitoris very gently.  "That's
it.  That's it," she said with a small, child's voice.  As I
continued to give her clitoral stimulation, her body stiffened. 
Her hips bridged upward.  Her hands grabbed the bed spread,
clutching it in her palms, and making fists.  When I looked at my
sister's face, she looked like she was in pain.  Alarmed, I
stopped rubbing and asked, "Is this hurting you?"

     "No.  Keep doing it.  Keep doing it," she said, pulling my
hand back to her clitoris.  When she finally had her clitoral
orgasm, her body trembled.  Then she relaxed, and took my hand in
hers.  "That's enough," she said softly,  "Thank you.  Thank you
so much."  I lay next to my beautiful, naked, virgin sister. 
Putting my left arm beneath her head, and cradling her body with
my other arm, I wondered again at her delicious smoothness, her
softness, and her warmth.  "This has been beautiful and
precious," she said.  "We must keep this as our secret.  We will
remember this day forever."


     "Hopefully, we will have more of these events to remember,"
I said, "I want to do this again."

     She kissed me.  "I hoped you would say that.  I want to stay
a virgin, but I love this.  I had no idea how wonderful this can
be.  The girls I know who've had sex with guys say it was
disappointing.  A boy at school might tell his friends.  He might
date rape me.  As long as I do this with you and we do not have
sex, it feels innocent."

     "It will not feel that way to other people," I warned.  "We
must be very careful that no one finds out.  We must be sure that
no one suspects anything.  In public our behavior must be exactly
as it was before.  We should even argue sometimes."

      "We'll argue when you tell me what to do, like you're
always doing."

     "Agreed," I said, "but as long as we don't have sex, it
won't be incest."

     "If we do this now and then, I will not want to have sex
with another boy.  If one pressures me to have sex with him, I
will stop dating him."

     "If he makes an issue of it, tell me, and I'll fight him."

     "I will."


     "Every time we do this I'll be able to make sure that you
are still a virgin," I told her.

     "It's a deal."  My sister was looking at me with an
expression of indescribable tenderness.  We both knew that our
love as siblings had developed a new, and wonderful, although
dangerous dimension.





     After my first sexual experience with my sister, which was
unplanned by either of us, enjoyed by both, and stopped short of
actual incest, I would lie in my bed at night and think about
her.  Did I want to make love to her?  Well, yes, but I knew that
it would be evil of me to do that.  Morality is tested by
temptation, and cannot really be said to exist without it.  I did
not earn an A from my test with the beautiful temptation of my
teasing sister.  Fortunately, I did not fail.  My sister emerged
from our agreeable encounter with her maidenhead intact, with the
mutual desire that it should stay that way until she got married,
and with the understanding that I would occasionally verify that
quality in ways that would be enjoyable for both of us, although
serious in intent.

     Thus, I continued to worship at the altar of my sister's
virginity.  She responded kindly to my devotions.  Her hand gave
me nearly as much pleasure as her vagina could have with much
less of the guilt, and no danger of pregnancy.  Because I did not
go into my sister's vagina, I made sure no one else did.  When a
boy came over to take her out on a date, I made a point of
talking to him while my sister got ready.  I was polite.  I was
friendly.  I was also clear that I expected him to treat my
sister with respect, and that I expected him to bring her home at
a respectable hour.

     At school the word got around that I was protective toward
my sister.  Most people respected me for it.  No one complained
to my face.  I got into a few fights with the usual high school
vermin.  I never fought over my sister's honor.  I never needed
to.








     The only time when something bad almost happened to my
sister was when she was invited to the party of one of the most
popular girls in the school we went to.  Because this girl's
parents were going to be away that weekend, and because there
would be alcohol, I told my sister she should not go.  She told
me she would go anyway.  My sister was like that.  Although I was
her older brother, I had no authority over her whatsoever.  I
thought about asking our parents to keep her from going to the
party.  I realized that that would make my sister really angry
with me.  As mentioned, I feared her bad moods.


     Nevertheless, just to be on the safe side, I canceled plans
to see a movie with a friend, and stayed around the house.  The
phone rang about eight o'clock.  As I half expected, my sister
was on the other end.  In a distraught tone of voice, she said,
"Come and get me right away."

     Instead of wasting time asking what had happened, I told my
sister I would be there, borrowed the keys of the car from Dad,
and drove over as fast as I could without breaking any traffic
regulations.  I did not want to spend a lot of time talking to a
police officer.  I knew how to find the house, because I had
driven my sister over there earlier in the evening.  She did not
have a driver's license, because she was still only fifteen.

     The house where the party was held was in one of the more
expensive parts of town for our school district.  I did not even
have time to park in front of the house when my sister and
another girl, who was actually rather pretty, came running out of
the house.  They jumped into the back seat of the car, and locked
both doors.  My sister said, "Let's get out of here!"   As soon
as both girls were safely in the back seat, the other girl began
sobbing uncontrollably. My sister held her and tried to comfort
her.  As we drove to the other girl's house, my sister told me
what had happened.

     For the first two hours of the party everything was nice. 
There was some dancing.  People were talking and laughing.  Then
three boys who were close friends had too much to drink, and
began flirting with the girl who was in the back seat with my
sister.  However beautiful, that girl was painfully shy, and had
been sitting by herself without talking to anyone.  When they
flirted with her she tried to respond, but had difficulty
thinking of what to say.

     Two of the boys talked to each other in private.  Then one
said to the girl, "I think I can cure your shyness."  He grabbed
both of her hands in his, and pulled her out of her chair.  The
other boy went behind her, unzipped her dress, and unfastened her
bra.  The girl put up a vigorous struggle, but she was no match
for the three boys, and she was soon naked except for her
panties.  Breasts that must have been as beautiful as my sister's
were on view for everyone.

     The other girls, except for my sister, giggled nervously. 
Each was glad that this was not happening to her.  The two other
boys at the party were also nervous.  They must have known that
they should stop this, but they realized that a fight would be
two against three.  They also realized that they were excited by
what was happening.

     One of the three boys held the girl's hands behind her back,
and another pulled her panties off.  Now she was completely
naked.  "Please stop," she pleaded.

     The three boys laughed.  "She's finally beginning to talk,"
one of them said.

     "If you stop now I won't tell anyone!" the girl pleaded. "I
promise.  Please stop."

     "We're too excited to stop now," one of the boys said. 
"This is just the beginning."  He began to inspect her vagina. 
"She's got a cherry, guys," he told his friends.  "Let's back
off."  Then to prove that he was still a stud, he gathered up her
clothes, ran outside, and put them next to the sidewalk in front
of the house.  The house was next to a major thoroughfare with
two lanes going in each direction.  There was constant traffic. 
If the girl ran out to get her clothes, scores of people would
have seen her nakedness. If she did not someone might stop his
car, and steal the clothes.

     As soon as the boy holding the girl's arms let her go, she
ran into a bedroom, and locked the door.  At this point, my
sister ran outside to the clothes, grabbed them, ran back inside
the house, knocked on the bedroom door where the girl was, and
said, "Let me in, I have your clothes."  When the terrified girl
opened the door, my sister rushed in, locked the door again, and
gave the girl her clothes.  As she put them back on, my sister
looked around for a telephone to call home.


     Because there was no phone in the room, my sister had to go
back outside to find one.  When she was in the hall again, one of
the boys grabbed her arm, and said, "Whoa, little lady, don't
think you can do that and escape punishment."


     "Let go of me, you trash!" my sister hissed at him.

     One of the other boys grabbed his hand away, and said, "Are
you crazy?  Her brother will kill you."  He let go of my sister.
She found a telephone, and called me.

     When my sister told me that story, I was so angry, I wanted
to drive back and beat those three boys up.  I knew I couldn't. 
Because of two years of weight training I was probably, one of
the strongest boys in the school, including boys on the football
and wrestling teams.  I was not one of the best fighters.  I knew
I could take one of those boys, maybe two.  If I fought all three
I would lose.  I would have liked to be able to count on the
assistance of the other two boys. They were not my friends.  I
could not predict their response.

     I wished that I had invited the friend I had intended to see
the movie with to spend the evening at my house.  I had not
thought of that when I should have.  If the three boys had taken
my sister's clothes off I would have borrowed a gun from a friend
of mine who had one.  They had left her alone.  The other girl
had been frightened and humiliated, but she had not been
physically hurt.  The three boys had respected her virginity.
They did not tear her clothes when they took them off.  I kept
telling myself that I would be of no use to these two girls if I
were lying unconscious on the floor of that house.  Prudence
conquered anger that night, making me feel like a coward.

     I kept driving.  No one said anything for about ten minutes.
 Finally, my sister broke the silence.  "I thought you were going
to see a movie with your friend."

     "We're going to see it tomorrow."

     "When are you going to say, `I told you so'?'


     "If you hadn't gone to that party it would have been a lot
worse for your friend," I replied.  "I do have some advice. 
First, don't go back to that house unless you know the girl's
parents are home, and unless they apologize to both of you for
what happened.  Second, I don't think either of you girls should
accept dates with those creeps."

     "That's for sure!"


     Years later, after my sister got married, her husband, who
had become my best friend, and I went to see a play.  After the
play we went to a restaurant and bar to discuss the play.  It was
a cold, January night.  Snow was falling.  The restaurant and bar
had once been a nineteenth century mansion, and was a cozy place
to be in a snowstorm. It contained many rooms for drinking and
dining.  Some rooms had a hearth.  Because of the storm, business
was slow.  My brother in law and I had a room to ourselves with a
fire in the fireplace.

     Over drinks and steaks we discussed the play for about a
half an hour.  As the alcohol began to have an effect, the
conversation segued to a discussion of the woman both of us
loved.  "You know, I never had the occasion to say this," he
began, looking at his drink. He took a long swallow.  "But I have
always wanted to thank you for the fact that my bride was a
virgin.  That hardly ever happens any more.  A woman as beautiful
as your sister had to say, `No,' to quite a few men.  You must
have been protective with her."

     "I was."

     That exchange assuaged part of the guilt I felt about the
unusual relationship that my sister and I maintained until she
began to date the man she married.  We were discreet.  We were
never suspected.  What we did together gave both of us much
pleasure and happiness.  But it was guilt provoking, and properly
so. There was the fear of discovery.

     What my sister's husband told me enabled me to conclude (or
at least to rationalize) that if my sister's friend had been home
that summer afternoon when I was sixteen years old, her husband
would have had nothing to thank me for.


THE END



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