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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

Love Lessons - Chapter 2 - by - The StoryMaster

Events couldn't have worked out better had I planned them myself.  To
begin with, our parents left for the west coast to visit with our
Grandmother, leaving a good friend of many years to look after us
"kids".  Denise her name was.  She was a kindly woman and extremely
gullible, so it was no problem for me to persuade her that it was my
sworn duty to pick up my kid sister each day after school.  We lived
about thirty minutes away from the nearest town in a sleepy little
rural community of perhaps twenty families or so, and as in many small
towns, there was only one school bus stop.  The kids were dropped off
and picked up by their parents in front of the country store located
about five miles from our house.  

The next fortuitous development occurred  when Ginny's school called
one morning to say that they would be sending students home early the
following afternoon, and hoped that it wouldn't present too much of an
inconvenience.  Fortunately it was I who answered the phone. "No
problem at all," I assured them, and added that someone would be
waiting for Ginny at the bus stop at the appropriate time.  

I spent the next morning making the necessary preparations, and at
about eleven o'clock I informed our "baby sitter", Denise, that I had
errands to run in town and would pick Ginny up at the usual time on my
way home.  Everything went without a hitch, and a few minutes later I
was sitting in front of the country store waiting excitedly for the
first sight of that big yellow bus.

"Hey there, Kiddo," I said with a big smile as my pretty eleven year
old sister climbed up into the passenger seat of my old International
Scout.  "Kinda nice getting out of school early isn't it," I added as
I accelerated away from the country store.  Glancing at my watch, I
noted that it was five minutes past noon.  As a rule the bus dropped
off the kids at around three forty-five in the afternoon, so we would
be expected home by around four.  

"It sure is," Ginny replied sweetly.  "But I've got a ton of homework
to do," she added a bit glumly.  Ginny was an excellent student, but
nobody particularly enjoys doing homework.

"Cheer up, Kiddo," I responded quickly.  "Denise doesn't know that
they let you all out early, so we've got a few hours to play."
Glancing her way, I noticed that Ginny was eyeing me a bit dubiously.
"It's a nice afternoon, so I thought we might drive up to the Scout
cabin.  You've never been there, have you?"  I asked innocently and
smiled, hoping to alleviate her growing apprehension.  She shook her
head and remained silent.  "You'll really like it, Gin," I assured my
pretty kid sister.  "It's a really cool place and best of all, no one
ever goes up there other than the Boy Scouts.  It's the perfect place
to continue with your Love Lessons," I explained, and awaited her
reaction.  

"But, I thought..." Ginny began, looking my way with a frown.

"You thought what, Kiddo?" I answered, playing along with her.  I knew
she was going to try to talk me out of going, and I was ready to
defend my position.  At times I rather enjoyed the little cat and
mouse game the two of us played.

"I...I thought we were finished already," my pretty sister said in a
small voice.  Then when I didn't respond right away she added a bit
more succinctly, "I mean we French kissed and did the other thing and
all.  I don't really want to learn anything else, if that's OK."  Then
she turned and stared out of the window at the passing countryside,
assuming that the subject was closed.

"So tell me, Ginny," I said after a long period of silence.  She
looked my way with an expression of impatience.  "Have you French
kissed your boyfriend yet?" I asked out of the blue.  Her shocked
expression was priceless.  "Well, have you?" I pressed.

"W.. well, n..no, but... I mean..."

"Then you obviously aren't confident and comfortable with your new
skills," I told her.  "And what about your little friend, Lindsay?  A
week ago all you could think about was beating her at her own game.
Have you forgotten about that, Gin?" I reminded her.

She didn't answer which was a good sign, actually, for at least she
wasn't defying me outright as she'd been known to do in the past.
Instead she sat staring down at her lap.  I know my sister, and unless
she immediately objected to something, there was a pretty good chance
that we would work something out.

"Tell you what," I began.  She looked up at me expectantly.  "It's
such a pretty day.  Let's drive up to the cabin, and we'll go over a
few things.  Just for practice, Kiddo.  I want you to show me what you
know, OK."  I winked at her then turned to concentrate on my driving.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her open her mouth to say something
and then reconsider.  It took about thirty minutes to navigate up the
narrow dirt track which wound its way through the heavily forested
hills to the Boy Scout cabin, and for the remainder of the trip Ginny
rode in silence.  I wasn't exactly sure what she would do once we
arrived, but I felt reasonably certain that I could arouse her
curiosity one way or another.  In spite of her show of reluctance, I
knew that my kid sister loved to experiment, and in the back seat of
the Scout lay a suitcase filled with all kinds of goodies, guaranteed
to peak a girl's interest.

At last we pulled into the clearing on the very top of the mountain,
and there stood the cabin.  The sun shown brightly that clear spring
afternoon, and a soft breeze whispered through the tall poplars that
surrounded the sizeable clearing.  "Here we are," I said cheerfully as
I shut off the motor and set the brake.  "Pretty cool, huh?" I said
turning to face my pretty kid sister.  "Hop out, Kiddo, and I'll show
you around," I told Ginny, ignoring her gloomy expression.  Then I got
out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side.  I opened
the door and without asking, I took my sister by the hand and gently
pulled her out of the vehicle.  "Come on, Gin.  Cheer up a little, OK.
It's a pretty afternoon, and we can have a really great time.  Hey,
have I ever steered you wrong?  Have I ever showed you anything that
you really hated, or made you do anything you didn't want to do?
Well, have I?" I insisted.

Ginny hesitated for a minute before answering.  "No, I.. I guess not,"
she agreed at last.  

"That's right," I said and put my arm around her shoulders.  "And
today is no exception," I assured her as we turned and walked slowly
toward the cabin.  The air was cool and fresh, and all around us the
sounds of nature could be heard.

It truly was a lovely setting.  The cabin itself was a two story
clapboard sided structure that we boys had built ourselves several
years ago while I was still in the Scouts.  We'd painted the cabin
green, and it stood in the middle of the big clearing surrounded on
all sides by dense woods.  There was only one way up there, and that
was by the road we'd just driven.  It wasn't an easy road to navigate
either, and I'd been forced to shift into four-wheel drive on more
than one occasion in order to make it up some of the steeper grades.
As a result, I had absolutely no worries about being interrupted.  My
lovely sister and I were completely alone as we strolled hand in hand
toward the front door.

A slightly musty smell greeted us when I pushed the door open and led
my sweet sister inside.  "Doesn't look like anyone's been here in
awhile," I commented, and took a quick look around while Ginny stood
by the door, hugging herself the way young girls will do when they're
nervous.

The first floor of the Scout cabin consisted of one long room, divided
in the center by a rough wooden staircase which ascended to the second
floor.  At the far end of the ground floor was the kitchen and dining
area.  Cooking was done on a big cast iron stove on the rear wall, and
to the left of were Ginny stood by the front door there was a huge
rock fireplace we Boy Scouts used for heat as well as atmosphere.  You
see there was no water or electricity up there.  It was simply too
expensive to have the power company string the lines.  Anyway, it was
really exciting to tell ghost stories around candles and a blazing
fire.  Upstairs was the bunk room, and as always when I climbed the
stairs, I was greeted by hundreds of wasps.  A few years ago some kind
soul had donated twenty or so steel frame beds which stood side by
side the length of the second floor, but we rarely slept up there
because of the bugs.  

The bedding was old and stained and was probably largely responsible
for the smell of mildew which permeated the air, but since that's all
there was, it would simply have to do.  It didn't take me long to lug
two of the least soiled of the old mattresses down the stairs and
arrange them side by side on the floor in front of the big fireplace. 

"How you doing, Kiddo?" I asked my sister once I was satisfied with
the sleeping arrangements.

"OK, I guess," she replied quietly and eyed the bedding distastefully.

"Don't worry.  I brought something to put over it," I said, nodding
toward our little nest.

Ginny hugged herself again and looked away, surmising what the ready
made bed would be used for.

"I have to get some stuff out of the Scout," I told my kid sister.
"Do you want to come outside, or are you going to wait here?" I asked
casually.

"I.. I'll be OK," she answered hesitantly.  "I'll just wait here, I
guess," she added.

"OK," I said.  "I'll be right back, and hey... try to relax, Kiddo," I
added with a smile.  "We're gonna have a great time.  I promise." and
gave her a wink as I brushed by her at the door.

"W..wait," Ginny said suddenly and put a hand on my arm.

"What is it, Gin?" I inquired, hoping that she wasn't about to start
another debate.

"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, looking up at me.

I almost laughed aloud for two reasons.  One, because I was relieved
that my pretty sister probably wasn't going to dispute me anymore, and
secondly because of the nature of answer to her question.

"Bathroom?" I replied, unable to suppress a slight chuckle.  Ginny
looked at me quizzically.  "Why?" I asked her.

"Why do you think," my kid sister answered a little arrogantly.  "I
gotta pee," she informed her older brother.

"Alright.  Just hang on a minute while I go to the truck," I said to
her.  "I think I've got some toilet paper in the glove compartment."

"OK, but hurry up," Ginny retorted.  Her need was apparently pretty
urgent.

After retrieving my emergency roll of "TP", I stopped just outside the
front door of the cabin and called inside, "You coming, or what?"

"W..what do you mean?" came my kid sister's immediate reply as she
stepped out into the sunshine.

"Come on, I'll show you," I said, holding out my hand to her.

"I really have to pee, you know," Ginny pointed out in a slightly
exasperated tone of voice.

"I know, Gin.  Just follow me." Then I reached down, took her by the
hand and started to lead her toward the tree line to the right of the
cabin.

"W..where are we going?" my pretty sister asked after we'd gone a few
yards.

"To the bathroom, of course," I replied with a wry smile.  `Or more
accurately, to the outhouse," I added.

"Outhouse?" she said, obviously confused.

"That's right, Gin... outhouse.  You'll see," I told her as we
approached a narrow path at the edge of the wood.

The air was still beneath the canopy of trees as we followed the path
for a few more yards.  Then suddenly, there it was.

"That's the bathroom!" Ginny cried incredulously.  

This time I failed to suppress my laughter.  "It does look a little
worse for wear," I said after a moment, as the two of us stood staring
at the dilapidated wooden structure.  

The little privy appeared to be listing to the right a bit, and a few
of the siding boards were missing.  The door with its crescent moon
cutout was closed, and when I tugged on the rusted metal handle, the
top hinge let go and the entire door broke away and fell to the
ground.

"Definitely hasn't been used in awhile," I commented.  "But, let's
have a look inside anyway."  I felt Ginny's grip on my hand tighten as
I pulled her closer to the open doorway and peered inside.  "It looks
serviceable to me," I said.  "The seat's still here, anyway," I added,
nodding toward a "U" shaped black toilet seat resting over the dark
hole in the center of the knee high bench-like structure on the back
wall of the out-building.  Then after a brief pause, I turned to my
kid sister and said, "Well... go ahead.  You said you had to pee."

"You're kidding!" Ginny cried in astonishment, and I just barely kept
myself from laughing again, her expression was so great.

"What's wrong?" I asked rhetorically and grinned.

"No way I'm going in there!" Ginny insisted and started to turn.

"Why not?  Hell, I've used this place hundreds of times," I retorted,
holding her hand tighter to keep her from walking away.

"I'm not sitting on that.  That's for sure," my sister said in no
uncertain terms, nodding at the peeling black toilet seat in disgust.

"It's a perfectly good seat," I assured her.  Then leaning into the
door, I rapped on the old toilet seat with my knuckles.  "You see," I
said, straightening up.  "Not a thing wrong with it."

"Then you can sit on it," Ginny said sarcastically.  "I'll just go in
the bushes or something."  And again she turned to leave.

"Hang on a minute, Kiddo," I said after a second or two.  "You just
gave me an idea."

"OK, but it better be quick, or I'm going to pee in my pants," Ginny
replied with a little smile, the first one since we'd arrived.

"That won't be necessary," I chuckled and knelt down beside her on the
soft earth.  Ginny looked a little startled at first when without
warning I reached up under her cotton dress and slipped her underwear
down to her ankles in one smooth motion.  "Go ahead and step out of
these, Gin," I instructed her.  She gave me a puzzled look, but didn't
argue.  I'd taken her panties down so many times over the years that
it was almost second nature to the two of us.  Placing a hand on my
shoulder to steady herself, Ginny did as I asked and stepped out of
her little print panties, one foot at a time.  

"OK, my turn," I said as I unzipped my fly and unbuckled my belt.

"What're you gonna do?" Ginny asked with a hint of that inherent
curiosity of hers.

"You'll see in just one second," I assured her as I stepped up into
the old wooden privy.  First I lifted the toilet seat very carefully
to check for wasps or spiders.  Finding none, I looked down the black
hole, expecting to be accosted by a foul stench.  Thankfully, whatever
used to be down there had long since composted, leaving no odor other
than the smell of the aging pine boards.  

"Looks OK to me," I muttered to myself as I turned and faced my young
sister who stood a few feet back from the open door.  "Alright, Kiddo.
Your wait is almost over," I said to her as I leaned over and dropped
my pants and underwear down to mid-calf.  "Step up here, Ginny," I
told her.  "And make me good and hard.  Will you do that for me,
please," I said, glancing down at my semi-erect penis which stood out
in front of me at a slight downward angle.

"Ohhh," Ginny moaned impatiently and pressed her knees together.
"Can't it wait?" she pleaded.  "I really have to go!"

"Just do what I tell you, Ginny," I told her in a stricter tone of
voice.  "The sooner you make me hard, the sooner you can pee.  I
promise."

After a moment's hesitation, my lovely little sister took a tentative
step forward and grasped the shaft of my cock in her small hand.
She'd had a lot of practice stroking her big brother over the years,
and in no time at all, Ginny had me as hard as a rock.

"That's good," I said.  "You can stop now."  Then taking Ginny by the
wrist, I pulled her up into the old outhouse with me as I stepped back
and took a seat.  I said a silent prayer that there were no black
widow spiders hiding in the cracks somewhere down in that dark hole
waiting to pounce upon my dangling testicles.  "You ready?" I asked my
sister once I was comfortable.  

"Huh?" she answered, thoroughly confused.

"You said you didn't want to sit on the toilet seat, Gin.  So just go
ahead and have a seat on my lap.

"But, how.  I mean..." she puzzled as I turned her around so her back
was to me.

"Step back a little," I instructed as I spread my knees and pulled my
sister gently backward.  "Careful," I cautioned and held her by her
slender waist when she lost her balance momentarily.  

"I don't think this is...." Ginny started to say, but I cut her off.

"Be still now, Gin," I ordered as I raised her dress in the back,
exposing her pert little bottom.  "Hold your dress up," I instructed
her further, and returned my hands to her waist.  "When I lift you up,
I want you to spread your legs for me, OK?"  When she didn't answer I
looked up at her from around her right side and repeated, "OK, Ginny?"

"Uh huh," she said in nervous voice and nodded her head.

"OK, here we go.  Don't forget to hold you dress up in the back," I
said as I lifted my little sister off her feet.  Ginny only weighed
about seventy pounds soaking wet, so it was no problem for me to raise
her up high enough to clear the head of my cock which sprung fully
erect and waiting from my lap.  "Spread those legs, Kiddo," I
instructed.  "That's my girl," I murmured as I lowered my sister into
my lap.  "There we go," I practically purred as her warm little bottom
settled onto the tops of my thighs.  "Just one more second," I
whispered from just behind her right ear as I reached around Ginny's
slender frame and between her legs.  "Scoot down just a little, Gin,"
murmured.  Then as she started to wiggle her little butt down into my
lap, I used my finger tips to press the shaft of my manhood back and
against her marvelously soft outer labia.

I will swear to this day that I have never been with a girl who is
hotter down there than my kid sister.  "OK, Gin.  Go ahead and bring
your legs together now," I told her.  "Mmm, you feel awfully good,
Kiddo," I murmured from behind her ear and then kissed her on the side
of the neck.  Her soft blond hair smelled as fresh as the spring day.

When at last my raging erection was snugly embraced between Ginny's
thighs and pressed firmly back against the source of her feminine heat
and moisture, I said to her, "OK, Kiddo.  Go ahead whenever you're
ready."

"Go ahead and what?" Ginny asked, still confused.  "Can't I please get
up and go pee?" she asked in a pleading voice.  "I'll come right back
afterward, and then we can screw if you want to," she offered through
gritted teeth.  She really had to go.

"No need, Kiddo," I assured her.  "Just go ahead and go."

"Y...you mean?" Ginny stammered after a brief period of puzzled
silence.  "You mean you want me to...?"

"Uh huh," I answered even before she finished the question.

"You mean here?" my kid sister asked anyway in utter disbelief. 

"That's right," I told her and kissed her on the neck.  "Just go ahead
and go."

Ginny didn't say anything for several seconds while she thought over
my proposal.  Then after squirming her butt in my lap, she said
timidly, "I..I don't think I can do it like this."

I began to massage her shoulders soothingly and whispered, "Relax,
Kiddo.  Just relax and let go."

"Oh, it's no use," Ginny whined after a few seconds.

"Shh..shh..shh," I whispered and continued to rub her shoulders.  Then
suddenly I felt something move against the back of my cock shaft.
Some part of Ginny's femininity shifted against me just before I felt
the first trickle of liquid heat.  "You see.  I told you, you could do
it," I said a bit breathlessly as her flow increased.

"Yeah, I guess I can go like this," Ginny replied with a little
giggle.

If the truth be known, I barely heard what she said, so wrapped up was
I in the stream of molten gold that issued forth out of my little
sister only to be instantly deflected by the shaft of my cock standing
only centimeters from her opening.  From there the superheated liquid
pooled in my crotch for just a second before leaking between my cock
shaft and thighs and dribbling down either side of my scrotum.

"Oh, Ginny," I moaned with extreme pleasure as I wrapped my arms
around my lovely eleven year old sister's waist and hugged her
tightly, hoping she would never stop, but knowing full well that this
supremely erotic experience would soon end.  And end it did a few
seconds later with a few soft spurts and then nothing.

"That was kinda cool, don't you think?" I asked my sweet sister, not
wanting the moment to end.  It had been awhile since I'd had the
pleasure of putting my cock between Ginny's legs, and I wished to
savor the experience.  I hugged her affectionately.

"I..I guess," she answered almost inaudibly.

"I beg your pardon, Kiddo?  What did you say?"

"It's a little weird, don't you think?" Ginny said to me and squirmed
in my lap.  "I mean I'm all wet and stuff now.  I feel really gross!"
she added distastefully.

"Well you shouldn't," I replied.  "In fact there's even a name for
what we just did," I informed her.

"You're kidding!" my sister exclaimed, turning in my lap to face me
and grinding herself against my cock in the process.  "Really?" she
asked, genuinely astonished.  "You mean other people really go to the
bathroom together like this.

"Yup," I said to her, taking her by the waist.  "It's called Golden
Rain," I explained as I spread my knees and helped her to stand up.
We parted ways seconds later when the head of my penis flipped upward
from between the round globes of Ginny's pert little rear end.  "In
fact there are all sorts of bathroom games people play.  I can show
you some more, if you want," I offered, but I already knew what her
answer would be.

"No thank you," my pretty kid sister said, standing in the doorway of
the old outhouse with her legs spread apart.  "All I want to do is get
dry," she stated unequivocally and began to dab and wipe at herself
using handfuls of toilet paper.

I assured Ginny that I had a couple of jugs of fresh water in the
Scout along with wash clothes and towels, so she didn't need to use
the entire roll of toilet paper.  So after a minute, the two of us
left the old privy and headed back to the cabin.  I will never forget
the sight of my sweet sister as she waddled along in front of me with
her legs spread and holding her dress up high.  

"Why don't you slip your sun dress off, Gin, and I'll give you a
little sponge bath," I offered when at last we stood in the warm
sunshine beside the wooden picnic table outside the cabin.  

Ginny and I bathed together often, yet each and every time was unique
unto itself.  Bathing my lovely younger sister afforded me the
opportunity to explore every inch of her exquisite little body.  Every
supple fold and moist crevice was mine to touch and to probe.  The
water in the plastic jerrycan was a little cool, and Ginny squealed
delightfully like the little girl she was when I filled my cupped hand
and pressed it up against her pretty pussy, letting the water run down
the insides of her thighs.  When I was satisfied that Ginny was clean
and fresh, I allowed her to reciprocate.  Having washed me many times
in the past, Ginny was no stranger to my anatomy either.  Her little
hands danced gracefully and tenderly over my manhood thrilling me as
always with her gentle touch.  She was in the process of patting me
dry and looked so very lovely as she concentrated on my testicles,
taking care not to pat to hard, just the way I'd taught her.

"That's great, Gin," I murmured, taking the towel from my sister's
hands.  She looked up at me and smiled shyly.  "You look very pretty
today, Ginny," I said to my lovely eleven year old sister.  "It's
kinda fun being naked outside.  Don't you think?" I asked and placed
my hands onto her shoulders.  Her skin was warm from the sunshine as I
pulled her closer.

"What're we gonna do now?" she asked when I placed three fingers
beneath her chin and raised her face toward mine.

"This is your time to practice what I've taught you, Gin," I
explained, dropping my hand from her face.  "I realize that we've been
over most of this stuff before, but in a few weeks, I'll be leaving,
so you should take advantage of my assistance while you can."  Ginny
appeared to be weighing her options, but when she failed to answer
directly, I went on.  "I'd like for you to take the lead this
afternoon, Kiddo," I told my cute little sister.  "Make believe I'm
your boyfriend, and that you're out to make a big impression on me," I
offered and gave her a wink.

"No way, I'll ever do any of this stuff with anybody else," Ginny
declared with firm conviction. 

"Whatever," I replied.  "But I expect for you to join in and
participate today."  Then after a brief pause, "So, here we are, just
the two of us, on this lovely spring day," I commented casually.
"What would you suggest we do?" I asked, smiling at my pretty younger
sister.

Looking up at me questioningly, Ginny asked, "W..what do you mean?"

I suspected that she was being deliberately obtuse, but I played along
with her.  "I mean here we are, a man and a woman, alone together.
What do you think we should do with our time?" I asked her. 

Ginny thought for a minute before answering.  She knew full well what
I was driving at, and she also knew that if she was the one to suggest
the next move, there would be no way she could argue.

"I... I guess we could... we could... you know," my kid sister
murmured uncomfortably.  

"We could what, Gin?" I asked, toying with her a little bit. 

"You know," she muttered under her breath.  Ginny gave me a quick
glance and then looked away.  Then after a long pause she added, "We
can do your lesson thing, I guess."  Her voice was barely audible, as
she stared down at her hands in her lap.

"OK, I said," letting her off the hook.  "I like that idea.  So what
shall we do first?"  When after a full minute my sister still hadn't
answered my question, I decided to help her out.  "Do you think
perhaps we might break the ice with a little kiss, maybe?" I asked.

Her glance was furtive, but at least she looked at me, even if only
briefly.  "I.. I guess," she mumbled and continued to stare at her
hands.

Again almost a  full minute passed before Ginny decided that something
was expected of her.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her glance
stealthily my way a couple of times, but I remained silent.  Standing
before the table in the sunshine, I was determined to compel my sister
to make the first move.  Then after yet another minute, Ginny finally
surrendered.  Turning to her big brother, she said in a small voice,
"I don't know what to do."

Instantly I adopted a different approach, one of sympathy and support,
and not so severe, "You mean you can't remember how to kiss someone?"
I tried my level best to keep all traces of sarcasm or condescension
out of my voice."

"Well, yeah.  I mean, no," Ginny replied.  She was a little flustered,
which was entirely understandable given the situation.  This was a big
step for my young sister.  "I..I know how," Ginny stated with a note
of indignation in her voice.  "I just don't know where to start,
that's all," she added with an endearing little shrug of her
shoulders.

That melted my heart, of that you may be certain.  Placing my hand
onto her back, I stroked my sister's soft skin soothingly.  Then in a
gentle voice I explained, "That's why we came up here, Gin, so you can
ask questions and give you a chance to practice.  So stop worrying.
It's all perfectly natural, really.  Sure there's some new stuff to
remember, but in time you'll get the hang of it.  I promise."  My
patient approach paid off, and I was soon rewarded with a shy smile
from my lovely little sister. "Just take it nice and slow, Kiddo," I
explained.  "So then, to answer your question," I continued after a
brief pause.  "Why don't you just ask me to kiss you, Gin.  That seems
like a pretty good way to get started, don't you think?" I asked with
a winning smile.

I am happy to report that my sense of humor wasn't entirely lost on my
younger sister.  Seeing the irony in what I'd just suggested, Ginny
looked up at me and smiled.  Her smile was warm and genuine, like the
sun coming out after a rain squall.  Then she gave another little
shrug of her shoulders and asked, "Will you kiss me?"

I returned Ginny's smile with a beaming smile of my own.  Then taking
her by her narrow shoulders, I pulled her toward me, and in an
ostentatious, fake British accent I replied, "But, of course, my
dear," causing her to smile sweetly.

Ginny and I had been practicing our kissing technique every chance we
got for the past week or so.  We kissed each other goodnight
religiously each night, and we also met and smooched practically every
morning before Ginny took off for school.  As a result we were
beginning to become familiar with each other's likes and dislikes.
Ginny, for example, preferred to tip her head to the right when we
kissed.  Whereas for me, being a lefty, I tended to lean to the left.
It had been almost comical at first, but by now we knew what to expect
from each other.

My sweet sister's blue eyes sparkled as she moistened her lips with
her tongue just before I pressed my eager mouth to hers.  Each and
every time Ginny and I kissed it was like the very first time for me.
Perhaps it was the taboo involved with incest that added spice to the
whole affair; I really can't say.  But of one thing I am certain.
Kissing my sister, Ginny on the mouth remains one of the most
thrilling and erotic experiences I have ever known.   For an eleven
year old, my kid sister was a surprisingly quick study.  After I
introduced her to the basics, Ginny went on to improve her oral
aptitude by leaps and bounds.  She was curious and inventive, and once
she got warmed up, most of her childish inhibitions would fall by the
wayside, allowing my sister the emotional latitude to experiment.  As
our tongues located each other and began to lunge and parry, I felt
supremely satisfied.  A lovely spring afternoon, fresh air, warm
sunshine, and my willing little sister in my arms; I felt I was
wanting for nothing.  Well, perhaps a little manual stimulation would
be nice.

My left hand was busy at the moment, my fingers entwined in Ginny's
soft blond hair at the back of her neck.  So using my right hand, I
removed one of my sister's hands from my flank where she liked to hold
me when we kissed, and then slowly guided it down to my lap.  No words
were spoken, and we continued to kiss tenderly as I placed Ginny's
hand onto my cock.  We hadn't tried this before, so I was quite proud
of my kid sister as without prompting, she wrapped her fingers around
me and began to stroke me slowly.  That part she had done before.  In
fact, Ginny had been handling my manhood since age four or five, or as
soon as I could make her understand what I wanted.  In any case, she
knew the drill, so for the next ten minutes or so Ginny and I shared a
most enjoyable experience in the warm sunshine.  

"You definitely haven't forgotten how to kiss, Ginny," I told her
during a lull in the proceedings.  "And I really like the way you rub
me."  She smiled shyly in response.

"So why don't you go ahead and kiss me down there," I suggested,
catching her off guard.  Her expression quickly changed, to one of
mild displeasure.  "Show me that you remember what I taught you," I
told her before she could object.  Then I flexed my muscles, causing
my erect penis to jerk in her grasp.

The action caught Ginny's eye, and as she looked down at my cock, my
pretty sister whined, "Do I have to?  I mean, like, we've done it a
bunch of times already," she complained.  

"Hey, now don't start with that stuff, Ginny," I began a bit too
brusquely, but it served to get her attention.  "Remember, you're the
one who asked me to teach you, and I spent the whole morning getting
everything ready.  So do me a favor, and let's not argue, alright?"

I think Ginny was a little surprised by my somewhat emotional
response, for she stood staring up at me for several seconds before
answering.  "Alright," she replied in a timid voice, and glanced down
at my cock still clasped in her small fist. 

"Go ahead, then, Ginny," I prompted.  "Open your mouth."  

It took a couple of seconds for my kid sister to make up her mind, but
at last she did as I asked and knelt down in front of me.  

"Wider, please," I told her as I placed my hand over hers on my
manhood and helped her to guide me in.  "Say Ahhh," I chuckled and
laid the tip of my cock onto Ginny's warm pink tongue.  Leaning back
against the picnic table in front of the scout cabin, I smiled down at
my pretty sister as she closed her lips around me.  Bathed in the
warmth of the afternoon sunshine, I allowed Ginny to get oriented for
a minute, before placing my hand on the back of her head to guide her
in her efforts.  Her shining blond hair was soft and warm between my
fingers, as her talented little mouth began to slide back and forth on
me.  

Ginny and I had been practicing you see.  For the past week, every day
after school she would come to my room to review her skills, and a
couple of times I let her practice her technique while driving home
from the bus stop.  I found it particularly thrilling to wave to
passing motorists while just below the level of the window, my sweet
little sister's blond head bobbed up and down in my lap.

Thus far I had refrained from ejaculating into Ginny's mouth, and was
toying with the idea of introducing my little sister to the taste of
semen right there in the sunshine and fresh air, but decided to
postpone that inevitability until later in the day.

"I..I think you'd better stop, Gin," I said a bit breathlessly.
Suddenly I was getting very close.

"Mmm..hmm," she responded with her mouth full.  Then with a pleasant
slurping sound, Ginny popped my cock from her mouth, and looked up at
me expectantly.  

"That was nice, Gin," I complimented her then helped her up.
Following up on a sudden urge to kiss my kid sister, I pulled her warm
little body against mine, and the two of us embraced and kissed for
several delightful minutes.  "Let's go inside," I said to her when at
last our lips parted.  She nodded agreeably, and I noticed that her
face was flushed a healthy shade of pink.  "You go on in," I told her.
"I have to get my suitcase out of the Scout."

What a darling picture my pretty sister made, sitting naked on the old
sofa against the far wall of the cabin.  "Ready for some fun?" I asked
her with a smile as I set my big Samsonite suitcase onto the heavy
wooden table near the staircase and flipped the latches.

"I dunno," Ginny replied, squirming nervously and looking around the
big room.  "I..I.. guess so," she added when I frowned at her.  "You
sure nobody comes up here?" she asked apprehensively as she eyed the
suitcase. 

"Absolutely sure, Kiddo.  It's just you and me this afternoon."

She nodded dubiously then asked, "What's in there?" as I raised the
lid of my suitcase.

"All kinds of goodies," I said with a smile, tossing a folded clear
plastic drop cloth onto the pair of mattresses on the floor.  Her
curiosity getting the better of her, Ginny got up off the couch,
padded over to the table and stood beside me.  While Ginny looked on,
I removed two half gallon jugs of heavy virgin olive oil from the case
and set them on the table.  Next came a one pound jar of Vaseline.
"We're gonna get real slippery," I said to her with a sly wink.

"What's that for?" my kid sister asked warily when she saw the big
bulb syringe.  

"You'll see, Kiddo," I told her and tousled her hair.  She frowned.
"Say, why don't you make yourself useful and run out to the Scout and
grab the pile of towels out of the back."

While my Ginny was outside, I finished unpacking my kit which
consisted of a second smaller bulb syringe, one large stainless steel
serving spoon, two rolls of Bounty paper towels, two Kotex
Maxi-Absorbent feminine napkins, and a shallow two quart aluminum
sauce pan.  I carried most of the stuff over to the metal counter next
to the big iron stove at the other end of the cabin, and was busy
getting a fire going in the fire box when Ginny called from the front
door.

"Where do you want the towels?" she asked.  "You sure you brought
enough?" she then added sarcastically.

"Throw `em on the sofa, please, and then start spreading that plastic
sheet out onto our bed," I told her and slammed the fire box door.
Next I filled a large aluminum pot with water from one of the
jerrycans.  On camping trips we Scouts used the pot for making
enormous quantities of chili, but I had other plans for it today.
After setting the big pot on top of the stove, I immersed the two jugs
of olive oil into the water bath.  Next I spooned approximately half
the contents of the jar of Vaseline into the sauce pan and placed it
on the stove top as well.

"It's gonna be a few minutes for the stove to heat up," I explained to
my young sister as the two of us crawled around on the cabin floor,
tucking the edges of the big plastic sheet securely under the two
mattresses.  When at last our little love nest was ready, I flopped
down on top of the crinkly plastic and rolled onto my back.  It was a
little cold at first against my bare skin, but I knew that very soon,
my sweet sister and I would warm it up.  "Come here, Kiddo," I told my
gorgeous little sister who knelt at the side of our bed, gazing down
at me.

Kneeling beside me on the clear plastic, Ginny looked so fresh and
young and so full of wonder.  "Kiss me," I said in a husky voice.  As
she leaned toward me, I reached up and pulled her down by her
shoulders.  Her sweet body was tender and warm and light as a feather
as Ginny climbed on top.  We kissed passionately for a good long
while, then I surprised her by rolling her off of me rather abruptly.
Her face and neck were noticeably flushed with color, as Ginny lay on
her back, gazing up at me questioningly.  My kid sister was becoming
aroused.  "Let's do the sixty-nine," I said to her with a smile.

At first Ginny frowned a little, but then she decided to cooperate and
sat up, shaking her soft blond hair engagingly.

"Hang on a second," I told her when she started to crawl on top of me.
"Stand up," I said in answer to her questioning look.

"But you said..."

"Bear with me a minute, Kiddo," I told her and offered her my hand to
help her up.  Then I stretched out again on the mattress on my back.
"I want you to place your feet on either side of my head, Gin," I
instructed her as she stood gazing down at me.  Soon I was staring up
between my kid sister's legs as she straddled me.  From this vantage
point, I could see the entire length of her feminine slit, extending
from her pert little butt all the way around to the top of her veneris
mons.  "OK, now I want you to kneel down and straddle my face.  Will
you do that for me, Gin."

"Uh huh," Ginny responded with a shy smile and a nod.  I had tweaked
her curiosity.

Ginny's sweet little girl charms were mere inches from my lips, and I
could smell her tangy, slightly unwashed fragrance as she knelt over
me.  "That's just right," I told her as I placed my hands onto my kid
sister's warm thighs.  "Before you start to suck on me, Gin, I want
you to squat down on my face for a minute."

"Huh?" she queried, looking back at me from around her right hip.

"I'm going to stick my tongue out, and I want you to rub yourself
against it wherever it feels the best to you.  You got it, Kiddo?" I
asked and pulled downward on her hips.

I will always remember the taste of my little sister.  Later in my
life I would have more than one opportunity to spend quality time with
other young ladies in their formative years, but none would taste so
sweet.  As I mentioned before, Ginny and I had engaged in cunnilingus
for many years, and it had become one of our favorite pastimes, but
allowing my kid sister to sit on my face represented a new twist on an
old theme.  It was always extremely pleasant to let my tongue wander
through those moist and succulent folds, but to have Ginny move
herself slowly over the tip of my tongue was even more thrilling.  I
had to concentrate and not move my tongue for I was understandably
tempted to help my sweet sister out in her quest for pleasure,
especially when after a minute or two of searching, she settled on
that special spot the two of us had discovered a long time ago.  I
stiffened my tongue as best I could as Ginny prodded her budding
clitoris slowly and repeatedly against it.  She knew very well what
made her feel good.

After a few more marvelously erotic minutes, I raised my head a bit,
pressed my lips against her and kissed my lovely kid sister directly
over her vaginal opening, causing her to squeal delightfully.  Then
lifting her little butt slightly I said to her, "Go ahead and suck on
me now, Gin," and seconds later, I felt her soft lips caress the head
of my raging erection just before she took me into her mouth.  I then
extended my tongue and lapped at her exquisitely tasty little girl
flesh hungrily while pressing my nose against her puckered anal
portal.  Wrapping my arms around her slender waist, for the next ten
minutes or so, I immersed myself completely in that wet and pungent
world between my kid sister's thighs.  Her pre-pubescent bouquet
pervaded my senses and her savory flavor exploded in my mouth.
Meanwhile Ginny intuitively did things for me with her lips and tongue
that many older women spent years perfecting.  For an eleven year old,
my younger sister was amazingly inventive and resourceful, and in a
surprisingly short period of time, I felt that familiar stinging itch
begin to form in my loins.  Not wishing for the moment to end, I
buried my face between Ginny's slender thighs, kissing and licking
every supple petal and fold.  Once again I came very close to
ejaculating into my sister's talented mouth, stopping myself
miraculously at the last second.  I do believe, however, that she had
to have gotten a taste of pre-cum.  In any case, I somehow managed to
override my natural instincts, and very reluctantly I rolled my sweet
eleven year old sister off of me and onto her back on our makeshift
bed.  As I propped myself up on an elbow beside her and gazed down at
Ginny, I was once again taken by her loveliness, enhanced now by her
obvious state of arousal.  

Anyone who doubts that a pre-pubescent young lady can become sexually
inflamed should have seen my kid sister at that moment.  Her face,
neck and shoulders were flushed a dark shade of pink.  Her eyes were
muzzy and distant, and her breathing deep and rapid, almost panting.
Quite simply, Ginny was utterly enchanting.

"That was fun, wasn't it, Kiddo?" I said to her with a smile.  Ginny
nodded and smiled timidly as I placed my hand onto her tummy and began
to stroke her soft skin.  Just then I heard a bubbling sound coming
from the other end of the cabin.  "You just wait right here, Gin, and
I'll be right back" I told her. 

The water in the big stew pot had reached a rolling boil, hotter than
I would have liked, actually.  Gingerly I snatched the two jugs of oil
out of the hot water and placed them onto the counter top to cool a
bit.  In my sauce pan the thick petroleum jelly had melted completely
into a clear, shimmering liquid.  "Perfect," I thought to myself as I
picked up the larger bulb syringe, dipped the end into the liquified
and drew the viscous liquid up into the rubber bulb until it was
completely filled.  

"You're not serious!" Ginny exclaimed when after rejoining her on the
bed, I explained to her that I wanted her to pour oil over my body,
from my neck to my toes.  

"Of course I'm serious, Kiddo," I chuckled.  "And then I want you to
use your hands and rub it all over me," I said as I checked the
temperature of the hot olive oil in one of the jugs.  It was hot, but
not too hot.  Kneeling beside her I said, "Come on, Gin," and held out
my hand to my sister.  "You do me first, and then I'll do you," I
explained as she reluctantly took my hand and allowed me to pull her
up.  "Here you go," I said, handing her the first jug of oil.  "Pour
slowly at first, until I get used to the temperature."  Then I
stretched out on my back on top of the clear plastic tarp and gave my
kid sister a wink and a confident smile.

"I don't know about this," Ginny said dubiously as she hefted the jug
of oil.  "This is really gross," she added.

"It's not gross, Ginny," I told her somewhat impatiently.  "It feels
great, and you're really gonna like it, I promise.  Now let's go," I
insisted.  "I can't wait to rub our slippery bodies together."  I said
and grinned at her.

"Well... OK, but I still think it's gross," my pretty kid sister said
as she held the jug over my chest and tipped it slowly.

"Whoa!" I gasped and jumped reflexively.  The oil was a little hotter
than I'd expected.

"What?" Ginny exclaimed and jerked the jug away, spattering my
shoulders and neck with hot oil.   

"Nothing.  It's OK, really" I assured her after a second.  "Just go
nice and slow," I said. and braced myself as she started to tip the
container again.  

The oil was indeed hot, but it wasn't scalding.  I managed to maintain
control this time so as not to frighten my sister, as Ginny slowly
poured hot oil onto my chest and shoulders then started down my torso,
as the smell of ripe olives flooded the air.

"Don't forget my arms," I reminded her.

"Uh huh," she responded with a nod.

The oil felt wonderful as it trickled down into my armpits.  "Leave my
cock `til last," I instructed as Ginny poured a healthy quantity of
oil onto my stomach.  Much of it ran off down either side of my waist,
and I could feel the oil start to pool underneath me on the plastic
tarp.  When my sister finished with my legs and feet, she stopped and
looked at me as if to ask if I was ready.  Steeling myself, I told her
to go ahead.  "Oh, God, that feels great!" I muttered through clenched
teeth as the simmering oil dribbled down either side of my scrotum and
then trickled down the crack of my ass.  

"OK," I said after a moment.  "Set the jug aside, and rub me down," I
instructed my kid sister who responded by wrinkling up her cute little
nose in an expression of distaste.  "Let's go, Kiddo," I prompted.
"And keep that jug handy in case you need some more.  We've got
another half gallon, so don't worry about using too much."

"Yuckkkk," Ginny said as she put her hands onto my oil covered chest.
Tentative at first, my sweet little sister finally put aside her
misgivings and aversions and went about running her gentle little
hands over every square inch of my body.  When she got to my genitals,
I encouraged her to add a little more hot oil, and then I had her
spend a good long while stroking my cock and massaging the warm
lubricant onto my scrotum and inner thighs.

"That's nice, Gin," I complimented her after awhile.  Then with a
cagey smile I added, "Now it's your turn."  The look my kid sister
gave me at that piece of news was priceless.  
"But I... I... I thought w.. we were just gonna, you know, like rub
together or something," Ginny stammered, acting purposely vague.  

"Oh, we are," I chuckled and sat up beside her.  "We're gonna do a
whole lot of rubbing together, Kiddo.  Don't you worry," I assured my
younger sister.  Placing my oily hands onto her shoulders, I slowly
guided Ginny down to the surface of the plastic tarp.  All the way
down she sputtered half-hearted objections, but I was persistent.

"Grosssssss!" Ginny whined when at last she lay on her back in the
pool of cooling olive oil.  "Don't get any in my hair," she whined,
and started to squirm as I picked up the jug.

"Hush, now, Ginny.  I'll be careful, but right now, I want you to
clear your head and concentrate on how good this feels," I said
sternly.  My tone of voice got her attention, and my kid sister
quieted down and lay staring up at me expectantly.  Not wishing to
scare her, I decided to pour the oil into my hand first, and then
transfer it to her body.  As I poured a quantity of oil into the palm
of my right hand, I smiled down at my lovely sister.  "This is gonna
feel really good, Kiddo," I murmured as I poured the warm oil from my
cupped hand onto her flat chest.

"Yuckkkkkk," Ginny cried and began to squirm even more.

"Too, hot?" I asked her, ignoring her complaining.

"Nooo," she whined.  "It's just yucky feeling." 

"You'll get used to it," I told her, and then without warning, I
poured a heavy line of olive oil from her right shoulder, down her
chest and torso, stopping just below her belly button.

"Whaaa," Ginny gasped, startled by the warmth of the pungent
lubricant.  Then unexpectedly she tried to roll onto her side. 

"Hey, where do you think you're goin?" I said mirthfully and placed my
free hand onto her shoulder.  "You said it wasn't too hot, so what's
the problem?"

"I...I.." she whimpered, unhappily as I began to rub my hand over the
slippery surface of her chest, flicking her tiny budding nipples
playfully with my fingertips.  Then before she could complain further,
I tipped the jug and poured a healthy quantity of oil in a wide trail
extending from her left shoulder down to her hips.  "Ohhhhh," Ginny
moaned cheerlessly as I poured warm oil down the top of her right leg
all the way to her feet where I reversed direction, covering her left
leg on the way back, before setting the jug aside onto the surface of
the plastic tarp next to her hip.

"Spread you legs, please," I instructed my kid sister, disregarding
her lack of enthusiasm.  I took a moment to run my hand from her right
knee up her slender thigh, feeling her muscles flex beneath my touch.
Then I slid my hand between Ginny's knees and pushed her left leg
aside a few inches.

"More?" Ginny whined when I picked up the jug again.  It was nearly
empty, so I set it aside and reached for the second container.  

"Oh yeah, there's more," I assured my kid sister.  Then I slipped my
right hand up between her thighs until my fingertips pressed against
the point where her labia majora met the tops of her buttocks.  What I
was attempting to do was to create a temporary dam with my fingers,
cupping the oil against Ginny's pussy.  She looked up at me nervously
as I moved the jug of oil closer.  "This might be a little warmer," I
told her as I cupped my hand and poured.

"Owww... It's too hot!" Ginny cried and began to squirm more
enthusiastically, when the heated oil touched some very sensitive
tissues.

"Oh, it's not that hot," I chided and poured until my hand was filled
then cupped the warm liquid against her.  "Hold still, Ginny," I
ordered and allowed the heated oil to trickle through my fingers and
down between her buttocks.

"But it's hot," she whined and continued to twist her hips from side
to side.

I chose not to respond to her complaining, and after setting the jug
of oil aside I began the most enjoyable task of spreading the warm oil
over every inch of my lovely eleven year old sister's marvelous little
body.  As I expected, Ginny settled down quickly as her big brother's
hands moved over her, exploring every nook and cranny.  

Her skin was immaculately soft and smooth as my hands flowed over her,
gliding on a cushion of warm olive oil.  Starting at her shoulders, I
smoothed the heavy oil down one arm and then the other.  Next, I slid
my hands down her torso, feeling her ribs beneath her satin smooth
skin.  Stopping at her hips, I eased my hands together over her tummy,
then upward over the center of her chest.  "You can't tell me you
don't like this, Kiddo," I said to Ginny with a smile, as I swirled
the tips of my index fingers, around and around over her small
areolae.  In the center of each of those nickel size pink disks of
satin smooth skin a tiny hard bud rose.  

Ginny was definitely a late bloomer in the breast department, and I
liked to tease her about it, referring to her little titties as
"mosquito bites".  Tiny as they were, however, my sister's little
breasts were quite sensitive, and she usually liked it when I paid
attention to them.  "I know you like this, Gin," I said, looking her
straight in the eye while I pinched her tiny nipple buds between
slippery fingers.  "Come on, Kiddo.  Let's see a little enthusiasm," I
said and slid down onto the oil covered plastic next to her.  "Come
here, you," I said gruffly, as I took my kid sister by her shoulders
and pulled her over on top of me.  A couple of well placed tickles was
all that was necessary to reduce Ginny to a state of helpless
giggling.  It's hard to describe how fantastic her little body felt
against mine as she slithered around on top of me, wiggling and
laughing.  Unabashedly, my sweet sister allowed her knees to fall
apart and slide down either side of my hips, and I took the
opportunity to help her a little until my raging erection pressed
between her legs and against her tender flesh.  

Then, to my great joy, Ginny pushed up onto her hands, and with a
precocious little smile, she straightened her slender legs, and
squeezed them together, clasping my fully erect penis between her
thighs.

I gazed up at her as she supported herself on her hands above me and
murmured, "Mmm.. That feels wonderful, Gin."  Then I flexed myself
between her legs a couple of times. 

"Uh..huh," Ginny nodded with an expression on her face that was well
beyond her years.  She pressed her hips downward, grinding her pubic
arch slowly against mine, and her eyes sparkled with girlish passion
as in a husky voice, my kid sister said, "Let's screw for awhile."

What a pleasant surprise it was to have Ginny proposition me.
Screwing was our word for making love, and although I was usually the
one who suggested it, there had been several times in the past that my
kid sister was the first one to want to take the plunge, a fact that I
reminded her of as often as possible.  

Screwing involved the two of us lying together such that I was able to
move my cock back and forth between Ginny's legs, sawing myself
against her most sensitive spots.  During her difficult periods, my
sister was loath to admit that she enjoyed this most intimate contact,
but there was little doubt in my mind that she did.  Even before I
began to encourage Ginny to take a more active roll in our love
making, I noticed her slender hips begin to move ever so slightly as I
moved.  Naturally I had toyed with the idea of vaginal intercourse
with Ginny, but I was too fearful that I might hurt her.  So we
contented ourselves with external contact only until many years later,
but that's another story.  

We experimented with several positions, including missionary,
standing, rear "entry" and face to face on our sides which seemed to
be the most satisfying.  At times, Ginny would insist on being on top
where she would squeeze me between her slender thighs and move her
narrow hips slowly up and down, pleasuring herself on her big brother.

There in the Boy Scout cabin on our make shift bed, my amazing little
sister began to make love to me.  Ginny continued to gaze down at me
with an endearing mixture of little girl curiosity and womanly ardor
on her lovely face.  I returned her gaze calmly as she moved on top of
me, then I reached up, took her by her shoulders and pulled her down.
As our tongues danced inside my sweet sister's mouth, I allowed my
hands to wander over her body, down her back and over her bottom where
I felt the head of my cock intermittently protrude from between her
plum little buttocks as our oil covered bodies squirmed in unison.
Then on a whim, I slid my middle finger between Ginny's buttocks and
began to press lightly in the center of her anal gateway.  It wasn't
the first time I'd touched her there, but except for those times when
I'd probed Ginny with a rectal thermometer, I'd not considered
entering her there.  It came a surprise to both of us then when my
middle finger popped into her to the first knuckle.  

"Mmmooohh," Ginny gasped into my open mouth, and her little body
tensed up in my arms.  Donnnn't," she moaned softly when I pushed in
just a little bit deeper.  Then she turned her head and rested it on
my shoulder, ignoring the fact that she was getting oil in her hair.
"Mm...mmm," my kid sister groaned softly as she flexed her
gluteus-maximus in an effort to prevent me from investigating any
farther.

"What's the matter?" I murmured and kissed the back of her head as I
pulled my finger back a little.  "It doesn't hurt, does it, Gin?" I
whispered and began to move my finger slowly in and out.  "God! She
was snug back there!"

"It feels....yucky," Ginny whined after a brief hesitation, during
which time I slipped in to the second knuckle.  

"Stpppppp..." she whimpered softly then rose up onto her hands and
looked me in the eye.  Her slightly pained expression was precious and
pleading, but I kept my finger in place for another few seconds before
removing it.

Then I rolled my pretty eleven year old sister onto her back
unexpectedly and smiled as I lay beside her and let my hand wander
aimlessly over her slippery curves.

Ginny stared up at me skeptically.   

"Hey, what kind of look is that?" I responded.  "We've had a pretty
good time so far, haven't we?"

Ginny didn't answer.  What an exquisite picture she made as she lay
gazing up at me naked on the plastic covered mattress, her perfect,
petite body virtually glowing with a satiny sheen of oil.  

Leaning down, I nibbled one of her tiny breasts with pursed lips.

"Trust me," I said softly as I reached down and gently coaxed her
knees apart.  Then I returned my lips to her breasts.  After a couple
of loving caresses to each, I began to kiss my way down her supple
body, pausing briefly at her belly button before proceeding downward.
Pressing my face against the soft flesh of Ginny's lower abdomen, I
relished the experience of rubbing my lips and nose over her warm, oil
slick belly.  From experience, Ginny knew exactly where I was heading
and spread her legs farther apart in anticipation.  My lips never left
my sister's tender body as I carefully got to my knees and moved
between her legs.  Although the scent of the virgin olive oil was
pungent indeed, it was no match for the bouquet of my sweet virgin
sister.  Pressing my lips against her tender flesh, I lapped at Ginny
several times then I crushed my face against her, kissing her
repeatedly.  After a minute or two, I felt my kid sister begin to move
with me as my lips brushed over immaculately sensitive flesh, and my
tongue darted into every delicate cleft and crevice.  

"You like that, don't you, Gin," I murmured as I raised my head and
peered up at her over her tummy.  She didn't look down at me, but I
saw her nod her head in response.  "I know you do," I said and slid
first one hand and then the other under her little butt.  Anticipating
my wishes Ginny helped with her legs as I raised her up to my mouth
like a ripe melon.  We were still in "charted waters" as I resumed
feasting upon my lovely kid sister until I decided to change tacks.  I
didn't have to move my hand very far, and Ginny didn't suspect a
thing.  That, coupled with the copious amount of lubricant present on
site allowed me to slide my middle finger almost effortlessly fully up
into Ginny's tight little rear end.

"Dooonnn't," my pretty kid sister moaned, but her grumbling wasn't
nearly as ardent as it had been just a few minutes earlier.

"Shhh," I whispered with my lips pressed gently against her labia
minora.  "That's my girl," I murmured into her intimate flesh after
delivering a couple of tender kisses directly over her tiny vaginal
opening.  Meanwhile I slowly worked my finger up into my kid sister
until my palm lay flat against her buttocks.  From time to time Ginny
treated my probing finger to her crushing rectal embrace, especially
when I touched the tip of my tongue to her clitoral area.  Each time I
delved beneath the tiny shroud of skin which covered that most
delicate and sensitive organ, Ginny bore down on my finger reflexively
and enthusiastically.  In addition, my kid sister no longer seemed to
be complaining about my manual explorations.

It was very easy for me to become totally preoccupied with a single
aspect of our love making whenever my sister and I were together, and
that afternoon was no exception.  To this day, I have no idea exactly
how much time passed while I feasted between Ginny's thighs, and with
the added thrill of being able to experience my sister's internal
reactions to stimulation for the very first time, I found myself
utterly consumed by her loveliness.  Suddenly, though, Ginny's hips
jerked fiercely once, then once again, and she gave a startled yelp,
breaking the spell.  I suspected that she'd had an unexpected and
powerful orgasm, and it had scared her a little.  We'd come close with
her in the past, and I'd tried to explain to Ginny what an orgasm was
all about, but until that afternoon we'd been unsuccessful in bringing
her to full climax.  Now that we'd overcome that momentous hurdle, I
hoped that she would become  even more accommodating in the future.

"You OK?" I asked from between Ginny's thighs, my face covered with
olive oil and other natural lubricants.

"I..I.. Uh huh.  I think so," my kid sister answered rather
breathlessly.

"Good,  I think you just had your first orgasm.  Congratulations!" I
said with a warm smile.  Ginny gave me with a sweet quizzical kind of
look.  Unfortunately, the hour was getting late, and talk of orgasms
would have to wait, so I quickly changed the subject.  So listen,
Kiddo.  Time's a wasting, and you said you wanted to screw for awhile,
correct?"  I asked rhetorically as I got to my knees. 

Ginny stared at me for a moment then nodded tentatively.

"OK, then.  I've got something that's gonna make our screwing feel
really incredible," I told her as I reached for the larger bulb
syringe.  The liquified petroleum jelly it contained had cooled and
congealed to the point that the bulb was firm but not hard, and when I
gave it a little test squeeze a small amount of warm semi-fluid
Vaseline drooled from the soft rubber tip.  Glancing at Ginny, I
noticed that she was eyeing the thing very dubiously.

Finally she ventured a question.  "W..what's that for?" she asked.

"Funny you should ask, Kiddo," I answered with a smile.  "Why don't
you raise your knees up and spread your legs for me, and I'll show
you," I suggested.  Ginny was understandably a bit anxious, but since
I'd never done anything to hurt her in all of our years together, she
slowly raised her knees up and then allowed me to spread her thighs
widely apart.

In the past, I'd inserted objects, usually a thermometer, back when I
convinced her to help me with my "science project", into Ginny's
vagina  on numerous occasions through the small vacillating orifice in
her hymen.  The rounded, four inch tip of the bulb syringe wasn't much
larger in diameter than a standard rectal type thermometer, and
although it gradually gained girth, I was confident that it would fit
far enough into my sister to do the job without causing her discomfort
or pain. 

Ginny raised up onto her elbows as I used my fingers to spread her
labia majora apart, fully exposing her small inner lips and the tiny
winking orifice between them.  She was very slippery, and I found it
difficult to hold her open with one hand, so I suggested that she lie
back and spread herself open for me.

"But... w..what are you gonna do?" she asked nervously.

"I'm gonna use this gadget to squirt some warm oil into you, Gin, to
make it feel better when we screw, but you're so slippery, I need
help," I explained.  "I promise, you'll like it," I assured my kid
sister.

"You mean into my.. my?" she stammered.

"That's right.  Into your vagina.  Remember how we put the thermometer
in there?  You  said you thought that felt really neat?" I reminded
her.  

"I.. I dunno," Ginny answered skeptically.

"Hey, have I ever hurt you before, Ginny?"  She shook her head slowly
but kept her eyes fixed on the syringe.  "That's right," I continued.
"So just lie back and spread yourself open for me," I instructed.  

Ginny gave me a curious look just before she lay back, and then using
both hands, she reached down between her legs and spread herself open
so that I could plainly see the small opening between her sparkling
inner lips.  "Make it wink for me, Kiddo, OK" I instructed her as I
moved the tip of the syringe into position. 

"Uh...huh," she answered softly, and I saw the muscles in her tummy
flex.

The little aperture in Ginny's maidenhead abruptly closed, and then a
couple of seconds later, it opened again, dilating to approximately
the diameter of a pencil.  

"That's my girl," I murmured as I carefully slipped the rubber tip of
the syringe into the opening.  "Just relax," I cautioned when she
flinched a bit.  I held the syringe perfectly still and waited
patiently while her little membrane closed reflexively around its tip.
The next time Ginny dilated, I moved the syringe forward until nearly
two inches of the smooth tip disappeared inside of her.  "Now hold
nice and still for a minute, Kiddo and let me know how this feels," I
instructed my pretty kid sister as I squeezed the rubber bulb.

It was slow going at first, because the Vaseline on the outside or
nearest the walls of the syringe had coagulated more than I'd
expected, making it almost too thick to pass through the slender tip.
I squeezed a little harder on the bulb, keeping an eye on Ginny's face
when suddenly as though a damn burst, the syringe abruptly compressed,
discharging nearly half its contents into my young sister's vagina.  

"Huuuuhhh," Ginny exhaled and her little tummy bulged outward, but she
didn't move her hips at all.

"You OK, Kiddo?" I inquired, glancing down at the slender tip that was
embedded inside of her.  Her hymen had sealed around it again.

"I...I guess s...so," Ginny answered after a moment.  "I..it feels
kinda funny, though," she added.

"Does it feel warm?" I asked, squeezing the bulb a little more.
Again, her tummy bulged in a reflex response.

"Ugghh...uhh..huh," my sister answered a bit breathlessly.

"OK, then," I mumbled as I gently pulled the slender tip out of her
vagina.  "I think that about does it," I added, setting the nearly
empty syringe aside.  A tiny drool of viscous petroleum jelly seeped
from Ginny's opening, but that was the only indication that she now
contained several ounces of warm, semi-liquid Vaseline.  "You can
close your legs together now, Gin," I instructed.   "I would have
thought that more would leak out," I mused as I slid down onto the bed
next to my pretty sister.  

Supporting myself on one elbow, I leaned over Ginny and gave her a
kiss.  She didn't exactly kiss me back, but she didn't turn away
either, so I gave her another kiss, this one a little longer than the
first.  I kept my eyes open and gazed at my sister as I pressed my
lips to hers.  At first she stared back at me almost defiantly, but
then after a few moments her blue eyes slowly closed.  Seconds later,
I felt her mouth move against mine.  "You still wanna screw?" I asked
her after a few tender kisses.

For a long while, my lovely eleven year old sister gazed up at me in
silence as she considered her options.  Then at last she nodded her
head, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief, after which I gave her a
warm smile and then an affectionate peck on the lips.

"Why don't you get on top again," I suggested.  Ginny nodded her head
a little unenthusiastically for my liking, but thankfully she was
still in a cooperative frame of mind.

Covered in oil, the two of us slithered into position, and once again,
I found my cock clamped firmly between my sister's thighs.  Even
without the hot oil, Ginny had one of the warmest little pussies I've
ever had the pleasure to know.  "Mmm, that's nice, Kiddo," I murmured
and spread my hands over her little bottom as my kid sister began to
move herself slowly up and down on me.  "Try giving a little push," I
suggested after a minute or two.

"H..huh?" Ginny asked, raising her head off my shoulder and looking at
me questioningly.  

"You know, kinda like you do when you want to take a poop," I coached.

"But...." she began.

"Try it," I urged and wrapped my arms around her slender waist and
gave her a hug.  "Just a little push," I instructed.  A couple of
seconds passed, and then...

"Oh, my God, Ginnyyyy," I groaned out loud and held her tightly as
what felt like a geyser of liquid heat erupted onto the shaft of my
cock, and flowed like molten lava onto my stomach, and between my legs
and downward over my tightly constricted testicles.  "Quick, cross
your legs and squeeze," I croaked.  "Try to stop the flow, Gin," I
urged her as more molten fire issued forth from inside my kid sister.

I was utterly helpless as I felt my ardor suddenly swell in my loins.
I was going to cum, and there was no way I was going to be able to
stop it this time.  "Roll, over, Gin," I said in a hoarse voice.  I
wanted my kid sister on the bottom when I climaxed, because since I
couldn't cum into her, I enjoyed cumming onto her.  Ginny knew what
was about to happen, and rolled off of me and onto her back.
Supporting myself above her with one hand, I used my left hand to
guide my swollen penis between her legs.  Dutifully, she clamped her
thighs tightly together, as her big brother began to move against her.
Then suddenly a fresh wave of hot lubricant spewed from inside her
nubile vagina as Ginny's muscles contracted instinctively.  

"Oh God!" I groaned as I grabbed my manhood in my left fist.  "Spread
you legs," I gasped and worked the blood engorged head of my cock
between Ginny's full labia majora as she dutifully spread for me.  We
were once again back on familiar ground, as my kid sister gazed into
my eyes and waited.  Ginny knew that I liked to press myself tightly
against her, hoping to squirt at least some of my "love juice" into
her vagina without the need for actual penetration. 

But today I had a new plan.  Taking care not to press too hard against
my kid sister's vaginal portal, I expelled wave upon wave of ropey,
viscus semen onto Ginny's tender flesh.  I couldn't remember ever
having cum any harder in my life, and when at last my offering was
depleted, I was left weak and shaking.  Lowering myself onto Ginny's
warm little body, the two of us lay in each other's arms in muzzy,
warm afterglow for several tender minutes.

"That was incredible, Kiddo!" I said, raising up onto my right elbow
and smiling down at my lovely little sister.  "I don't think you need
to worry about keeping a boyfriend, Gin, if you can do that every
time," I chuckled.  Ginny gave me a curious look.  "Anyway, let's have
a look at you," I said as I carefully extracted my cock from between
her legs.

Once again Ginny knew what I expected of her, and as I crawled off of
her, she spread her legs so I could examine her.

"That's nice," I commented, pleased by the quantity of semen I'd
managed to deposit between her labia and around her vaginal area.  In
the past we'd dipped a rectal thermometer into the dollops of semen
closest to Ginny's vaginal opening, and then carefully worked the
viscus fluid into her a bit at a time on the glass shaft of the
instrument.  It was an acceptable system but not very efficient.  

My new plan, on the other hand, involved collecting as much of my
"love juice" as I could by vacuuming it up into the smaller syringe,
and then discharging it into my sister's vagina.  I hadn't discussed
the idea with Ginny prior to our afternoon of love making, so she was
a little surprised at first by the process.

"OK," I said when I'd retrieved as much of my offering as I could.
"One more push, please, Kiddo," I told Ginny.  "Just like before," I
explained when she gave me a questioning look.  Then placing my palm
onto her tummy I waited for her to flex her muscles.  "That's my
girl," I cooed as her tummy went hard beneath my hand.  Quickly I
placed my free hand over her vulva and was able to capture the last of
the warm lubricant as it issued forth from inside my kid sister's
virgin interior.  For lack of any better use, I grasped my shaft with
my lubricated hand and stroked the warm oil onto my semi-flaccid
manhood.  "Make it wink again, Gin," I instructed my sister when I
deemed the time was right.  Then watching her closely, I waited for
Ginny to dilate sufficiently that I could slide the second bulb
syringe into the orifice in her maidenhead.  Smaller in diameter than
the first, the rubber stem of the second device fit a little better
such that Ginny was able to accept it's entire three inch length with
no discomfort what-so-ever.  In this manner I was able for the very
first time to introduce a measurable quantity of my semen into my
eleven year old sister's vagina without having to resort to
penetration.  

I found it extremely thrilling to know that for awhile anyway, my kid
sister would contain a part of me.  When at last it was time to go,
Ginny and I helped each other to wipe away as much of the oil on our
bodies as possible.  I noticed, however, upon wiping down the insides
of Ginny's slender thighs that a small trickle of fluid continued to
exude from her vagina.  

"Gross!" Ginny exclaimed when a particularly large quantity of viscus
liquid "spooched" out of her and ran down the inside of her right leg.
Then she looked up at me with a worried expression.  "What're we gonna
do?" she asked in a mildly distressed tone of voice.  "If any of that
stuff gets on my dress, it'll ruin it," she complained as she held the
hem of her sun dress away from her legs and tried to wipe away the
mixture of semen and petroleum jelly with the corner of a towel.  No
sooner had she cleaned away the oily mess than another drool ran down
her inner thigh.  "Ohhh!" my sweet kid sister whined, frustrated and
worried.  "What if somebody sees this stuff?" she cried.

"Hey, relax, Kiddo," I responded with a little laugh.  "That's why I
brought these along," I said, handing her a maxi-pad from my kit.  

"What's this for?" Ginny asked, eyeing the pad curiously.

It would be almost a year before my kid sister would begin to
menstruate, so she wasn't familiar yet with feminine protection and
hygiene products.  

"It's made to take care of the very problem you're having right now,"
I explained.  "Here, let me show you, Gin," I said, taking the
feminine napkin from my sister.  "Where'd you put your panties?" I
asked her as I peeled the backing off the tape strip on the maxi-pad.

"I...I dunno," Ginny replied glancing around the room.

"I'll bet we left them outside on the picnic table," I said.  "You
wait here and keep your knees together.  I'll be right back."  Ginny
nodded her agreement.

Returning after a minute with her underwear, I showed my sister how to
attach the maxi-pad to the inside of the center panel of the white
cotton panties.  I toyed with the idea of explaining to Ginny about
menstruation, but since she didn't think to ask me why a girl might
need an adsorbent device in her underwear, I thought better of it.
"Another time," I thought to myself.

"That should do the trick," I said, patting Ginny on the butt
affectionately once she'd wiggled into her panties.

"When's it gonna stop?" she asked, holding the front of her dress up
and staring down at the bulge caused by the thick gauze pad.  

"It'll stop soon enough," I told her.  "We'll see how you do after a
bath, and I have more pads if we need them, so not to worry," I said
with a grin.  "Now let's get this stuff cleaned up.  It's time we hit
the road."

It had been one incredible afternoon, but all good things must end.
It didn't take too long to get the Scout Cabin squared away.  The
plastic sheet had worked magnificently, preventing any oil from
getting onto the mattresses or the floor.  In fact, we dumped all of
the soiled towels and other evidence of our unctuous liaison into the
center of the tarp, wrapped it up tightly and took it with us.

Ginny I rode in silence on the way home, each of us lost in memories
that would last a lifetime.  For although our relationship would
continue for many years, Ginny and I never repeated that exquisite
engagement we shared that wonderful afternoon at the Boy Scout cabin
on the mountain.

End..  SM

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