I'm the elder of two sisters. Kate is two years younger, and like all babies of the family, she's always been a naughty tinker.
Kate and I were always in trouble. But where I liked to climb trees, race round on my bike, and boss my gang around (yes, I had a little gang - ahhh, sweet); Kate was always a more girlie girl.
When she turned twelve she got her womanly figure very quickly. I remember a clothes swapping session, going through each other's wardrobe for things to wear to go out. We paused for a moment and stood looking at ourselves in the full-length mirror, dressed only in our panties.
At 14 I was a couple inches taller than Kate (and still am), but my A-cup breasts had given up growing. I thanked the Lord on bended knee when I could claim to my mum that AA bras were too tight.
As we stood looking at ourselves smile back from the mirror, I remember thinking how lucky I was to be pretty, and to have a pretty sister. I put my arm round Kate's shoulder, and she responded by slipping her round my waist. We squeezed a little hug.
In between talking about stuff, I asked her if her periods were still bad (she'd started a couple of months before her 12th birthday). She said 'ish. Then as a joke, to change the subject to something lighter.
I quipped. "At least playing with your thingy is soooo nice, makes up a bit for period pain" and did a little hip wiggle as I said the words.
Kate went bright scarlet, said something to the floor, and then dived into rummaging through some clothes we'd already looked through. But she quickly dressed and left and hardly spoke to me for the rest of the day. And the next. And the next after that. I was really upset that I'd embarrassed her, and a bit cross that she was so embarrassed about something that shouldn't be.
It was the 70s and things were still piss poor for women. But our mum was a strong early feminist, and she'd of been staggered at Kate's feelings about her own body.
It was Sunday, and mum packed us off the bed early because it was school tomorrow. I wasn't tired. I lay slowly playing we myself, running my fingers down the sides of my pussy mound, and running then back along my pussy lips, feeling them open slightly more with each pass. I had no trouble with enjoying my fourteen year old body, and if playing with yourself had been an Olympic sport, I could have played for England.
I was thinking about my boyfriend, Anthony, as usual. The night before we'd been to the cinema. We'd sat at the back, kissing. I'd let him put his hand up my tee-shirt. Roughly fondling my titties made him so hot. I had to "disarm" him before he became too much of a nuisance. You'd be surprised how loud zips can be when you're in a public place — but it made his body go totally rigid. I fished out his cock and inexpertly began to wank him.
The memory of his hard wet cock released my own wetness, as I pushed a finger into my cunt lips and drew it up toward my clit, I found myself arching with pleasure. Masturbating was just the best thing since ... well, at 14 it WAS the best thing. Then I thought of my little Kate, alone in her bed, with nothing to play with.
A few steps later I was in her room, trying to close the door quietly, whispering, "it's only me". Silencing her "what do you want" with a hug, I apologised for having freaked her the other day. "Oh that" she said with huffy indifference, "forget it".
"No, you don't understand" I said in my best calming voice. I climbed on to Kate's bed, my legs straddling Kate's shoulders, my pussy nearly in her face.
"Piss off Emily" Kate snapped. She thought I was going to wrestle (which I always won).
"You don't understand" I repeated softly but firmly, "I've come to show you". I lifted my long tee-shirt nightie to my waist. The yellow light from the street lamp outside Kate's window illuminated me in a golden sodium glow. Kate looked up at me, looked up at my womanhood, confused.
"It's a wonderful thing" I was softly saying, as my other hand reached down to cup my whole pussy in the palm of my hand. Then slowly slide my hand up, letting my slender middle finger plough a furrow between my pussy lips, and show the moist pussy below. I involuntarily hummed my pleasure.
"You haven't got as much hair as me" Kate remarked, with Sherlock Holmes detachment.
I reached down and stroked her cheek. "Katie, I want to show you how to play with yourself".
"Why?" was not the question I was expecting, and I burst out "'cos it's fantastic!!!". Then remembering we were meant to be asleep, I ducked down under the duvet and snuggled up to Kate.
"I was in my room", I whispered conspiratorially, "thinking about the naughty things Anthony and I did last night"
"Did you have sex with Anthony!!!" Kate blurted.
Good, I thought, that's piqued her interest. "I'll tell you about it, but its sooooo much nicer if you play with yourself" I oiled.
I put my hand on her tummy, and slowly, but deliberately moved it down along her nightie. As I passed over her mons I pressed slightly against her pubic bone underneath. Kate stiffened slightly as tiny threads of pleasure tingled across her young body. My hand carried on down to her soft inner thighs, till I found the hem of her nightie. With my lips lightly brushing her ear as I spoke, I whispered my night of clumsy juvenile passion with Anthony. My finger tip lightly stroked the bare skin of Kate's thigh, back and forth, up and down, in lazy soft circles that slowly moved up her leg.
I exaggerated of course. Instead of a fumble under my tee-shirt, I was now daringly topless in the darkened cinema. Instead of pinching my nipples so hard I nearly cried with pain and had to hiss at him to be gentle, I was being assaulted by the tender tongue of an expert lover. Instead of all fingers and thumbs, my hand now glided with mature expertise up and down Anthony's manhood, till his cock fountained it's warm sticky goo.
Kate lay so still, so silent besides me. Her eyes closed. Her breath even and deep.
My finger circled into a whisker of hair and immediately I felt the soft spongy plumpness of Kate's labia.
Kate twitched. Her whole body shock, only slightly, but very definitely. I thought, I've probably just given my sister her first proper touch of sex. And the realisation made me blush. I took my hand away.
"What's wrong." Kate asked with slight distress in her voice. She turned her face to mine. "It was nice, don't stop."
"You should do it for yourself"
"But I've never done it before. Show me how. Please Emily. Do it for me."
I reached forward to give Kate a small loving kiss. But I was surprised when Kate kissed back at me, and staggered when I found my mouth containing two tongues. Kate kissed me with much the same over keen inexpert vigour of Anthony. "Be gentle" I cooed as we broke for oxygen.
I brushed my hand down through the trim lush forest of Kate's pubes. They were dead straight, arranged in a neat fan, and, I thought, probably even blonder than mine. I returned my lips to Kate's as I pushed my hand between her legs, and dipped a finger into her inky girlie goo. I fingered the entrance to her vagina, tempting myself to insert a sly finger. But I knew how careful I had to be with my own fourteen year old virgin cunt, so I certainly wasn't going to risk my twelve year old little sister's cherry.
I ran my finger slowly up to her clitoris, but drew away just before reaching it. Then ran it up again, and then again, and again, till I ran it up and touched her. Just slightly. Just a little nudge. Kate broke my kisses, rolled her head to her side, and softly said ... "Ohhhh"
It was more an escape of air than an expression. Just a sigh as she dropped into a semi-coma of pleasure. As my finger returned to gaze her clitoris she broke into a pant of irregular breathing. I had fantasies of toying with her -- dangling her at the end of thread, as she hovered at the edge of orgasm; just as I do with myself. But she was out of control, fired by wrenching feelings exploding for the first time in her body.
Her whole body started to shiver; her breathing hard and noisy. I feared she would moan loudly. But she just froze with an unfinished "aggghhhh" on her lips - held rigid for an instance. Then to relax and tighten again, as the next wave crashed through her little body. Kate clamped her legs tight, trapping my hand, transferring the convulsive shudder of her orgasm up through my arm.
"No more" she whined. I took my arm away. Kate rolled into a ball and snuggled her head under my chin. I warped her in my arms and cuddled for a long time. She fell asleep and I sneaked back to my room. I tortured myself as I had my little sister for nearly an hour before allowing myself, exhausted, to cum.
The next day, Kate was really really nice to me.