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Subject: {ASSM} My Birthday Girl in Blue, by Uncle Sky (M/f, inc, cons, first, slow)
Date: Sat,  7 Jun 2003 16:10:05 -0400
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WARNING! The following is an adult story written for adults.
It contains scenes of graphic sex between an adult male and
a teenage female. If you are not allowed or prefer not to
read this type of material please leave now. If you continue
to read you do so at your own risk.

Once again I have looked into that dark place at the back of
my mind where I hide my fantasies. Nobody goes there but me
because that is where you can find the proof that I am not
as nice as some would believe. I bring forth this fantasy to
share with you. It is only that. A fantasy. No actual
children were harmed nor were any adults gratified during
the writing of this story. This story is not just a stroke
story and so should probably be coded slow. I hope you enjoy
it. Feedback is welcome.

                  My Birthday Girl in Blue
                        By Uncle Sky

     I am about to tell you about a wonderful evening that I
spent with my sister some years ago. It was her birthday and
a very special time for her. But before I get to the
activities, I should give you some background. Some of this
may seem irrelevant but I assure you it bears on the story.
     At the time of this story I was 24 years old. I was
6'1" and weighed about 185 pounds. I was in fairly good
shape as I had been working for six years at the US Post
Office in the Parcel Post department. This involved lots of
heavy lifting and so kept me in shape. I was single and had
an apartment of my own in town.
     When I first started at the Post Office I met Joe who
worked in the same department. We became best friends and
could depend on each other for anything we needed. After a
few months Joe confessed to me that he was the son of the
Don of the local "Family". He was estranged from his family
and had no connection to them or the things they did. His
name was actually Giuseppi. I will not reveal his last name
for both our protections. There came a time when Joe came to
me and asked a favor. I did not ask why or anything else. I
simply did as he asked. That was the kind of friendship we
had.
     This favor, unlike others we had done for each other,
was very big. It had an effect on the rest of Joe's life. I
asked no reward or payment or recognition. I simply helped
my friend, as I knew he would if the tables were turned.
     About a week after the favor, I was sitting in my
apartment enjoying an evening off when there was a knock on
the door. I went to see who it was and found two rather
large gentlemen dressed in dark suits. They informed me that
"The Don" would be grateful if I would come and meet with
him at his home. I was going to decline, but after looking
at my two visitors, I decided it might be a good idea to
accept the invitation. And so I went and met with Joe's
father.
     I won't bore you with the details except to say it was
a short and friendly visit. He wanted to thank me for what I
had done for his son. I told him he owed me no thanks since
it was not for him but for Joe and it was done because we
were friends. He offered me a rather large reward that I
declined. He then sat at his desk and took out a business
card. The card had only his name on it and nothing else. He
wrote something on the back of the card and handed it to me.
I could not tell what he wrote as it was in Italian. He told
me that I should keep the card and if I ever needed a favor
I should show it to anyone in town and I would get what I
needed.
     I almost refused but then thought there was no harm in
accepting the card. It did not obligate me in any way and it
made him feel he had done something for his son. We shook
hands and I was driven back to my apartment. I never saw him
again and at his request never mentioned it to Joe. I soon
forgot all about the card that was tucked into my wallet
with so many others.
     Time passed and one evening while I was having dinner
at my favorite restaurant, Tony's Fine Italian Dining, I
noticed two tough looking guys talking to Tony. It looked
like trouble to me. I stopped the waiter and asked what was
going on. He said "familia" and hurried away. The men were
getting a bit rough with Tony and I was worried he might be
hurt. I suddenly remembered the card. I called the waiter
back over and placed the card face up on his tray. I asked
him to go over and ask the two men to please join me for a
word. He did as I asked and I watched with interest. One of
the men picked up the card angrily and read it. His face
paled and he looked in my direction. I smiled at him and
gestured for him to come over. He and his friend came over
and he returned the card.  "How may I be of service sir?" he
said respectfully.
      The details of the conversation are of no importance.
Basically I informed them that Tony was a friend and asked
if they would mind leaving him alone. They looked at the
card again and told me that they would do as I asked and
would make Tony and his place off limits. It would from that
time forward be under my protection. They mumbled something
to Tony as they left and were gone. Tony came over and
thanked me. It seems I had saved his business and possibly
his ass as well. I told him to forget it and went back to
eating the great meal he always served.
     Now, on to the story.
     My sister Ginny (Virginia) was the youngest of six
children and I was the oldest. As I said, I was 24 at the
time. Ginny was 13 going on 14. All the other kids were long
gone from home and Ginny lived with Mom at the old farmhouse
outside of town where we all grew up. Ginny had always been
the baby of the family and she hated it. Well, she hated
being told that. She was not beyond using it to her
advantage at times though.
     It was August and Ginny was excited. Her 14th birthday
was coming up and it had great meaning for her. Mom had been
telling Ginny for ages that she would not be allowed to go
out on a real date with a boy until she started High School.
Well, she was due to start in just one month and she could
not wait. She went on and on about it and finally told Mom
that all she wanted for her birthday was to be allowed to go
out on a real date with a boy. I went out to see them a
couple of times a week and it seemed that all I ever heard
was her pleading with Mom about that date. Mom didn't answer
her. She said neither yes nor no.
     As the big day approached, I found time to go see Mom
when Ginny wasn't home. I had some ideas for a birthday gift
but needed Mom's input. When I asked her for an idea she
smiled and said nothing at first. I waited. She finally
looked me in the eye and said, "Take her on her first real
date." Well, I was floored at first. Me? Take my kid sister
on a date? No way Jose! But Mom just smiled and went about
what she had been doing. "Come on Mom. You must have some
other ideas." She didn't answer. She smiled her special
smile. We all knew that one. It was her, "I have said all
I'm saying," smile. When she did that, it was over for the
family. You just did as she "suggested". "OK, Mom. I'll
figure something out."
     "This must be a real date," she said firmly. "No
fooling around with a quick movie and a burger. She deserves
the best you can come up with on short notice." And so I was
hooked. I left her there with that damn smile of hers and
went off to have dinner at Tony's.
     Now I love my sister very much. She and I had always
been close even if I did think she was a pest at times. So
there I was sitting at Tony's waiting for my dinner and
trying to think what the hell I was going to do. I was a
million miles away when I suddenly felt a tap on my
shoulder. It was Tony. "You seem a little down, my friend.
Is there something on your mind?" So I told him about my
dilemma. He thought about it for a few minutes and then
said, "You enjoy your dinner and I will be back when you
finish. Do not worry. Tony will fix things." I tried to tell
him it wasn't his problem but he ignored me and went to his
office.
     I enjoyed my dinner as always. I put my problem out of
my mind and just ate. The food was so good at Tony's that I
just couldn't think of problems. As the waiter was clearing
away my dishes I saw Tony headed my way. He had a huge smile
on his face. He looked like he had just won the lottery. He
sat down at my table and started telling me what he planned.
I tried to stop him but he would not hear of it. "This is my
chance to repay you for your kindness. I will not take no
for an answer." And so he explained what had already been
arranged. All I needed to do was give him the date and my
Mom's address. He would take care of everything. Well,
almost everything.
     "You must pick out a special gift for your sister," he
said. "He handed me a slip of paper. "Go see this man at his
shop tomorrow and he will help you choose a nice gift. Leave
the rest to me. I will give you all the details in a day or
two." I agreed and was about to leave when he stopped me.
"One more thing. You must call her on the phone and ask her
if she will do you the honor of going out with you to
celebrate her birthday. No details just the invitation.
Yes?"  And with that, I was out of there.
     It was only about a week to the big day; so when I got
home I decided that I had better call Ginny right away and
get it settled. I dialed the number feeling strangely
nervous. It was almost as if I was asking a girl out on my
first date. The phone rang a few times and then Mom
answered. "Hi, Mom. I'm calling to ask Ginny out on a date.
May I speak to her please?" "Just a moment"
      I waited patiently; and after what seemed an awfully
long time Ginny came to the phone.
     "Hello?" I could hear the question in her voice. Mom
must not have told her who it was.
     "Good evening Virginia. How are you?" I tried to make
it sound like I was not family.
     "Sky? What are you up to? You never call me by my full
name. What's up?"
     "Well, Virginia, I am calling to ask you out on a
special date. I would be honored to spend the evening with
you on your birthday to celebrate your reaching dating age.
Will you go out with me?"
     There was a long pause. Then I could hear her talking
to Mom. I couldn't hear what was said but she finally came
back on. "Thank you Sky. I would be delighted to go out with
you. Will it be casual or what? I will need to know what to
wear."
     "It will be semi-formal. I'm sure your Mother will be
able to help you get ready. May I speak to her again please?
And thank you for accepting. I look forward to our date."
     With that she said thank you too and after a pause Mom
was back on the line. She wanted all the details. I told her
I didn't have them yet but would the next day. I promised to
call her and fill her in as soon as possible.
     Well, all the details were set. I went to see the man
Tony sent me to and picked out a special gift. It was to be
delivered to Ginny on her birthday. I called Mom and told
her what was needed.  I told her that she was to take Ginny
to certain places for her dress and her hair and makeup. It
was all arranged. Mom would be allowed to pay a drastically
reduced price for what was needed as her gift to Ginny. She
agreed and I said I would see her on Friday evening at 7.
She promised to have Ginny ready. That left only one thing:
A visit to the men's clothing store with Tony. I didn't own
a suit or even a sport coat. And I had no taste in clothes
at all. He helped me pick out a nice outfit. It was dark
blue slacks with a lighter blue sport coat. I also got a
nice white shirt and a conservative tie. Now all I had to do
was wait.
     After what seemed like a month of waiting, it was
finally the day. I spent the afternoon getting ready. I
shaved and showered and trimmed and polished and then I went
back and did it again. Geeze, you'd think I was the 14-year-
old on a first date. At 6:30 there was a knock on my door. I
opened it and there was a man in a black uniform. "Your car
is here sir." I followed him out to the street and there was
a big black shiny Limo. He held the door for me and I got in
the back. He closed the door and went around to the front
and got in. As we pulled out into traffic he glanced at me
in the rearview mirror. "The box on the seat is for the
lady," he said. I looked at the small white box. It was a
wrist corsage. A very small white orchid on a gold elastic
band. Perfect. In no time we were at my mother's house. I
waited for the driver to let me out and while he waited
patiently I walked up to the house and for the first time
ever, I rang the doorbell. I heard some scurrying and then
Mom opened the door.
     I played it straight: "Good evening Mrs. Johnson. I
have come to pick up Virginia. Is she ready?"
     Mom went along with it and replied, "Please come in.
I'm sure she will be down in a minute."
     I walked in and stood at the foot of the stairs
waiting. I heard a noise at the top of the stairs and looked
up. Suddenly, my heart felt like it was going to burst. I
couldn't catch my breath for a second. There at the top of
the stairs was a vision of loveliness. Some fantastically
beautiful woman I had never seen before stood and looked
down at me. We both just stood for a moment as I began to
realize that it was my little 14 year old sister and not
some angel who stood looking down on me.
     I am not very adept at describing women's clothes and
things but I will try. Ginny was about 5'2" tall and weighed
about 95 pounds. She had blonde shoulder length hair that
was normally pointing in all directions at once. Not
tonight. Tonight her hair was swept up neatly and rolled at
the back of her head. She was elegant in a light blue dress.
It had what I think are called spaghetti straps and it left
her shoulders bare. It was a well-fitted sheath that fell to
below her knees. She had not yet developed breasts but
somehow tonight there was a small swell on her chest that
suggested she had suddenly sprouted them. The dress was
sleeveless and her arms were bare. As she slowly came down
the stairs I could see she was wearing the special gift I
had sent. A single small pearl on a gold post in each ear
and another single pearl on a very fine gold chain hung from
her neck. She was perfect. I was speechless.
     She stopped at the last step and reached for my hand.
When I offered it, she took it and pulled me forward so that
I was close to her. "Thank you so much for the gift. The set
is exactly what I wanted." And with that she leaned forward
and placed a kiss on my cheek. "You are most welcome my dear
and may I say you look fabulous this evening." She thanked
me and then looked at the box I had forgotten I was holding.
     I opened it and took out the flower, sliding it on her
left wrist. She smiled and my heart leapt. All was going as
planned and we were both acting as if we were not related
but were boyfriend and girlfriend.  I took her arm and we
started to leave. As we went out the door I said goodnight
to my mother and she winked at me. "Don't keep her out too
late now. Have fun." She stood and watched as we walked to
the car. The driver was ready and opened the door.  "Good
evening Miss Johnson."  With that we were seated in the back
and we were off to our planned evening.
     Over the years I had talked many hours with Tony. He
knew more about my family than I did. Or at least it seemed
that way. Based on his having listened to me all those
times, he knew what to plan for the perfect date. Our first
stop was the Community Concert Hall. When we were let out it
was to see the big sign announcing the Community Ballet
Company's performance of Swan Lake. I looked at Ginny to see
her reaction. I thought I saw a tear but she was smiling.
She had always wanted to see this ballet. It was only a
community production but they had a guest ballerina from San
Francisco in the lead. The hall was small and so tickets
were not easy to get, but Tony had no trouble. I was a
little disappointed at first to see that out seats were in
the balcony. But in a small place like this one it turned
out to be the best seats in the house. The front row of the
balcony was not all that far from the stage and had the
benefit of giving us a perfect, slightly raised view of the
production. Another advantage was that being a local company
meant that they did things a bit differently. Swan Lake is
in four acts, with an intermission between act two and
three. Just a moment before each act a member of the company
came out to the side of the stage and gave a brief
explanation of the action to come. We were told what was
being presented in dance and it made the whole thing much
more enjoyable.
     During the intermission we went out into the lobby and
milled around with the rest of those attending stretching
our legs. Ginny and I were both surprised when a number of
people stopped near us now and then and said good evening,
and wished her a happy birthday. Ginny was very pleased. We
returned to our seats and enjoyed the remainder of the
performance.
     When it was over we started to leave but were stopped
by one of the usherettes. "Would you follow me please, Miss
Johnson?" We followed her back stage to a room with a star
on the door. She tapped on it lightly and when she heard a
soft reply, opened the door. There, seated at her dressing
table was the Prima Ballerina. The star.
     She got up and introduced herself, taking Ginny's hand
in hers. "I understand it is your birthday, Virginia."
     "Yes Ma'am," Ginny replied softly.
     "I hope you enjoyed the performance."
     "Oh yes, it was wonderful," Ginny managed to say.
     The lady then reached over to a bouquet of long stemmed
roses and withdrew one. She handed it to Ginny and said,
"Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Happy Birthday my
dear."
     Ginny thanked her.
     "Now you better get going or you'll be late for
dinner," we were told. The usherette guided us to the stage
entrance and let us out. There we found our driver waiting
with the Limo. We got in and were soon on our way to the
next stop.  And where else could we possibly go but to
Tony's?
     When we arrived he was there to greet us personally. He
opened the car door and helped Ginny out. "Good evening Miss
Virginia. It is an honor to have you with us this evening.
May I wish you a happy birthday?"
     As Ginny was thanking him, he led us into the dining
room. He had chosen a booth over on the side where it was
quiet and yes even romantic. The room was dimly lit with
candles on each table. There was a small dance floor and at
the front was a piano player rendering soft dinner music.
     Tony looked at Ginny and said, "May I be allowed to
choose the menu this evening?" She agreed that that would be
fine and so did I. Of course I knew he had it all planned
ahead-of-time, but it was a nice touch to give her the
choice. With that he was off and running. For the rest of
the evening he kept watch on us. As soon as we finished one
thing he was there with the next. Everything was timed
perfectly. The salad was crisp with his special tangy
dressing. The bread was warm and fragrant. For the entree we
had the house specialty, Veal Parmesan. Then a small dish of
strawberry Sorbet to top it off. It was wonderful. Ginny
seemed to like it a lot. I know I did.
     After the Sorbet we sat for a few minutes just enjoying
the atmosphere. The piano soon caught my attention again as
a nice slow dance number was played.
     I am not now nor have I ever been a good dancer, but
this was special. I stood up and taking Ginny's hand I
asked, "May I have this dance?"
     She smiled and rose to follow me to the dance floor. It
was empty and so we had lots of room. I took her right hand
in my left and placed my right hand on her waist. She placed
her left hand on my shoulder and in that classic old
fashioned position we started to dance. It was a bit strange
at first. We seemed a little stiff. But this was my sister
in spite of all the play acting this evening and I felt odd
dancing with her. But very soon she started to move in
closer. Before I knew what was happening she had her head on
my shoulder and was pressed against me in an intimate pose.
We now looked the part of a romantic young couple in love.
     I saw Tony watching and nodding his approval. I smiled
back at him. After a couple of dances we headed back to the
booth.
     No sooner were we seated than out came a waiter with a
tray held high. As he got closer, I saw what it was, but
Ginny could not see from her angle. When he reached us, he
placed a small cake on the table. It had one small candle on
top that was burning brightly. As if on cue, the piano began
Happy Birthday and just as suddenly the place was filled
with the voices of everyone singing it.
     Ginny blew out the candle and thanked everyone with a
smile and a nod. She then asked Tony if he would be kind
enough to put the cake in something as she was simply too
full of his wonderful veal to eat another bite. He agreed
and took the cake away to be boxed. When he returned he was
accompanied by a waiter with a tray on which I could see
three glasses of what looked like ginger ale. He placed one
glass in front of each of us then took one himself.
     "You must promise not to tell," he said. "This is just
a small taste of my best Champagne. There is only a little
bit in the young lady's glass for this special occasion."
     We each took our glass and waited for Tony. "I have
been honored by the presence of a most beautiful lady this
evening," he began. "I would like to end this momentous
evening with a toast. Miss Virginia, may this be only the
first of a long string of special birthdays. May you always
find happiness where ever you go and most of all may your
life be filled with love." He then drained his glass and we
followed his example.
     Ginny had tears in her eyes as she thanked him for all
he had done to make this a birthday she would never forget.
I then followed with my thanks as well. He brushed it all
off as "nothing to speak about".
     It seemed that was the opportune moment to call it a
night. We stood up and led by Tony headed for the exit. As
we passed each table that was occupied you could hear soft
voices commenting on, "Such a pretty girl," and, "Happy
Birthday, Dear." It was a fitting end to our evening.
     The Limo was waiting. We got in and settled down for
the ride home. As we exited the parking lot the driver
turned left.
     Ginny turned to me and said, "He's going the wrong
way."
     "No he isn't sweetheart," I replied. "Mom knew it would
be late when we ended the date and has given her permission
for you to stay over in town at my apartment. The spare room
is ready and waiting for you."
      Ginny smiled at that news. She liked staying in town
when she could. It meant she might get a little shopping in
before going home the next day. That would be an added
treat.
     We were soon at my place and got out of the Limo.  I
tried to tip the driver; but he insisted that it was his
pleasure and he was well taken care of by the owner of the
Limo. I asked him who that was. His short reply was, "The
Don."  He got in and was gone before I could say any more.
We walked slowly up to the door of my apartment.  It was as
if we didn't want the evening to end. As I reached with my
key to open the door, Ginny held back.
     "What is it love?"
     She looked at me and blushed looking down at her shoes.
     "Come on, what is it?"
     She took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "This
has been a wonderful date Sky. So far anyway."
     She had me puzzled. What could she mean?
     "Tell me what I have forgotten," I said.
     "Well, this is a real date right?"
     I looked in her eyes and saw something but could not
figure what it was. "Yes."
     "Isn't it normal for the couple to kiss at the end of
the date?"
     I smiled. "Sure is,' I said as I leaned over and kissed
her on the cheek.
     "NO!" she said forcefully. "That is a kiss for a sister
not a date. I want a real kiss like you would give a girl
you had spent all that money on and had a fun evening with."
Then, before I could object, she put her arms around my neck
and pulled me down close to her face. I could feel her
breath on my lips. While I was trying to think what I should
do, she placed her lips softly on mine and kissed me in a
way that did not make me think of my sister. It was a warm
wonderful kiss that made me think of a woman, not the little
girl I grew up with.  As I held her in my arms and returned
her kiss, I felt her body press against mine. I suddenly
realized what I was doing and pulled away.
     "Thank you," she said and pushed open the door and ran
into the apartment.
     Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had one more
surprise for Ginny and if I had known this would happen I
would never have done it. Ginny had always worn pajamas or
one of Mom's old nightgowns. She looked like a little girl
most nights when she went to bed. I had thought it would be
a nice finish to her grown-up date, if when she came home
she found a brand new grown-up nightgown of her own waiting
for her. I had left it on her bed in the spare room. I
needed to get it quickly before it was too late.
     I heard a voice from the apartment. "Oh Sky, it's
beautiful."
     Too late. Oh boy. I hoped this wouldn't make trouble. I
couldn't help wondering though, if perhaps I had done it
with some hope it would lead to other things.
     Well, it had been a very successful date. I was sure
that Ginny was happy and that made me happy too. I locked up
and checked the apartment before heading to my bedroom. As I
passed the spare room I saw the light was still on.
     "Good night love. Sleep tight," I called. There was no
reply and I continued into my room. I was tired but felt
satisfied with myself. I figured it had all gone well and I
must admit I was proud of myself. I undressed and slipped
under the sheet on my bed. I normally slept in the nude and
didn't think to change my habit. It was warm but I felt more
comfortable sleeping with a light sheet over me. I reached
for the lamp to turn it off but there was a light knock on
the door.
     I checked to see I was covered and said, "Come on in,
Ginny."
     For the second time in one day I was faced with a
vision of loveliness that made my heart stop. I just stared,
speechless. There, in the doorway to my bedroom, stood a
woman of indescribable beauty. She was wearing the gown I
had purchased for my baby sister. It was a shade of blue
that matched her eyes. It was sleeveless with wide shoulder
straps. The bodice was tucked slightly with a ribbon drawn
under where her breasts would be one day. From there the
gown fell loosely straight down to her ankles. It was not
form fitting but somehow seemed to cling to her body,
showing all her curves and valleys. The gown was of some
synthetic fiber that looked and felt like silk. Though off
the rack, it looked as if it were made for her and her
alone.
     "I thought I should model it for you," she said. With
that my sister turned slowly around, giving me a chance to
see how it showed off her bare back and clung to her firm
ass cheeks. "Do you like how it looks on me?"
     Somehow I managed to answer her. "You look wonderful,
sweetheart. You look all grown up." And under the sheet my
body was reacting to her as if she were all grown up. She
looked so damn sexy I couldn't help myself.
     Ginny came toward me slowly. She looked as if she was
floating. She sat down on the edge of the bed, took my hands
in hers and leaning forward, placed a gentle kiss on my
cheek. "Thank you so much. It is exactly the right thing to
top off my wonderful birthday date, and I love you for it
all." I just smiled at her, still unable to speak. My heart
was pounding and under the sheet my dick was starting to
make its presence known. I slowly pulled my knees up a
little to hide the bulge. "I want to ask you some questions.
Will you answer me honestly and fully?"
     In a moment of pure stupidity that I can only blame on
what was going on in my crotch, I said, "Of course." We had
always been able to talk to each other and I was proud of
the fact we were both honest with each other. But this would
have been an excellent time to use the, "I'm tired," excuse.
Oh well. Twenty-twenty hindsight.
     Still holding my hands and looking deeply into my eyes
she seemed to be gathering her thoughts. I waited, giving
her the time she seemed to need. I still had no idea what
she wanted to ask. Then she spoke in a soft voice I could
barely hear even though she was right next to me. "Tonight
was a real date, right?"
     "Uh, yes."
     "You made it a real date for me and I had a great time.
You treated me like a grown up lady and not a kid."
     I waited for her to go on. "But was it a real date for
you too?"
     Again I spoke too soon. "Of course."
     She frowned and shook her head slowly from side to
side. "You're lying. I thought we agreed to be honest." I
was stunned. "No I'm not," I declared.
     "Yes you are. Stop and think for a minute. Remember
when you took that girl Annie out for a big evening a couple
of weeks ago?" She didn't wait for an answer. "How did that
date end? Did you take her home or bring her here? Did you
kiss her good night at the door, or was there more to it?"
     She had me there. I remembered the date very well. I
had spent a bundle on Annie and she had shown her gratitude
by coming back to my place. We relaxed and made out on the
couch for a while and then ended up in bed where she spent a
wonderful night. "OK the truth," I said. "Without going into
personal details I will just say we came here and spent a
very romantic night together. Now what has that to do with
tonight?" How dumb could I be?
     "Then you didn't give me a real date! You barely let me
kiss you at the door and then you pushed me away. It's not
fair! If it was a real date you would have done more and so
would I." She looked so sad after looking so happy a moment
ago. What could she expect of me? Before I could ask, she
answered, "You were supposed to treat me like a real adult
girlfriend tonight. I am not your baby sister; I am your
date. Now treat me like it." She leaned forward and puckered
her lips as if waiting for a kiss.
     "But you are my sister. I can't treat you like you
aren't. It wouldn't be right. Besides, Mom would kill us
both." I looked at her as she pulled back a little. She was
looking down now, her chin almost on her chest. And then it
happened. The clincher: She started to cry. Not loud sobs
but silent weeping. Great big tears ran down her cheeks and
dripped on her new gown. She knew the chink in my armor and
she was using it skillfully.
     I reached out and put my arms around her, pulling her
against my chest.
     She turned and slid up on the bed, cuddling up next to
me.
     I stroked her hair, which hung down around her
shoulders now.
     She held me tightly and continued to weep. "Please let
me finish my real date by showing you how much I love you,"
she begged.
     I never could deny my baby sister anything. I gave up.
I reached down and put my finger under her chin and raised
her head up so I could look into her eyes again. "I am yours
to command my love. But command me you must, for I can not
take the lead. I will obey you and give you what ever you
seek. I only ask that what ever happens, we keep it our
secret forever. No one else must ever know what happens
tonight. Now lead on my love."
     She was smiling now. No more tears. She had what she
wanted and so did not need them any more. She whispered, "I
love you Sky" and pressed her lips gently to mine.
     I pulled her close and returned the kiss.
     Her lips parted so I parted mine. Her tongue poked out
and ran over my lips. I did the same. Soon our tongues were
sliding in and out of each other's mouths as if in a duel. I
explored her mouth and she explored mine. I pulled back
finally to catch my breath. I reached up to her face and
wiped away the tears that lingered there. I caressed her
cheek and ran my finger over her nose and mouth in a gentle
outline of her features. I moved my lips up to her forehead
and began to place little kisses all over her face. Her
eyes, her nose, her cheeks. I nibbled on her ear and
whispered into it how much I loved her. She moaned low in
her throat. Her hand was behind my head, pulling me close
for another kiss. I did not resist now. I was lost in a haze
of love.
     This time as we kissed she ran her hand down my cheek.
She outlined my features as I had done hers. Slowly her hand
moved down my neck and over my chest. Our kiss went on as we
showed our passion. She found my nipples and played with
first one then the other. She pulled away from my lips and
kissed her way down my neck to where her fingers were toying
with my nipples. She sucked one into her warm mouth and
circled it with her tongue. I was getting hot now but let
her move at her own pace while I held her close and caressed
her hair. She tired of my chest and moved on. Now I felt her
lips on my belly as she moved down more. Then she reached
the edge of the sheet that covered me. Looking up at me with
a smile she slid her hand under the sheet and down to my now
rigid cock.
     It was like an electric shock and I jumped. She
giggled. She flipped the sheet off the bed, exposing my
naked form. My cock was standing at attention waiting for
relief.
     Ginny paused to look at what she had uncovered. Her
eyes were locked on my dick. "I've never seen one before,"
she murmured. "It's beautiful, and so big."
     It wasn't really all that big, but I liked to hear
that, so I didn't reply. I felt her hand grasp my cock
around the base. She moved down the bed so her head was
closer to my groin. She ran her other hand over my bush,
playing with it. Her hand moved up pulling the skin up over
the head of my dick. She seemed fascinated with it. Her hand
moved down and then up again as she started to stroke me.
     I groaned.
     She glanced at me and asked, "You like?"
     I was barely able to reply, "Oh yeah!"
     By now my eyes were closed, and I was just enjoying the
touch of her warm little fingers as they moved over my rod.
The hand that had been playing with my pubic hair moved down
to my testicles. It rolled them back and forth like marbles
in a bag.
     Then I was suddenly aware of a new sensation and opened
my eyes. What I saw and felt was the ultimate fantasy
revealed. Ginny had placed her lips on my cock head and
kissed it. Next she stuck out the tip of her tongue and
barely touched the little slit where there was a drop of pre-
cum. She drew it into her mouth and tasted it. I heard a
soft "Mmmm" and her tongue was out again. Now she was
licking me as if I was her favorite lollipop. Her tongue ran
all around the head and then from just under the rim up over
the head again capturing a drop from the slit. I was in
heaven. I moaned and groaned continually from the sensation
of her warm wet tongue as it explored my dick.
     I didn't think I would last much longer and I told her
so. On hearing that she made a large O with her mouth and
slipped it over the head of my now throbbing cock. Her hot
mouth moved slowly down the shaft as she sucked on it. When
she reached the point where I was touching the back of her
throat she moved up again. Then a rhythm was set and she was
moving steadily up and down.
     In short order I felt a tightening in my balls. I was
nearing orgasm. I warned her but she ignored me and
continued sucking and pumping. In a flash I was cumming. I
felt surge after surge of hot sperm splash into her mouth.
She surprised me again by swallowing rapidly and completely
draining me without losing a drop.
     I had just had the most fantastic blow job of my life
and it was from my baby sister. I just lay there trying to
recover and absorb what had happened.
     Ginny cleaned my dick with her tongue and then slid
back up next to me. "Did I do it right? Was it good for
you?" She looked deep into my eyes as she waited for an
answer.
     "I can honestly say, I have never had better," I
replied.
      That got a huge grin from her and she snuggled tightly
against me.
     As I held her close, I thought that I would be off the
hook now. She had shown me her gratitude and love and that
would be the end. Or so I thought. "I love you," I
whispered.
     "Then show me, please," she said softly.
     "Are you sure?" I asked. In answer Ginny took my hand
and placed it on her breast then kissed me passionately. I
felt the very small mound of her breast, with a noticeable
peak sticking up. She was obviously aroused and wanted more.
     I held her close as I rolled over on my back. We were
now face to face with her on top of me. She rested her head
on my shoulder as I ran my hands down her back over the
silky gown. It felt very sexy as it slid over her warm skin.
I let my hands rest on the firm globes of her ass and
squeezed gently. She moaned in my ear. I pressed her ass
cheeks together and held her against my hips. Slowly I
started to slide her gown up. When it reached her butt, I
moved my hand under it and felt her soft skin. I let my
fingers wander over her cheeks and down to her thighs. She
opened her legs a little to allow me more access. I
hesitated for a moment then moved my fingers up between her
legs to the center of her passion. I could feel the heat as
I neared her pussy. Then I was touching the lips and found
she was wet. I let my fingers play and dance around the
edges of her sex. I noted that she was smooth with no hair I
could feel. I slipped one finger between her labia and felt
the silky smooth and hot inner folds. She wiggled as if to
try and get more but the position was awkward.
     I pulled my hands back to her hips and grasped the gown
again. She raised up off me a little so I might pull the
gown up farther. In a moment it was at the level of her
breasts, then over them and just under her arms. I pulled it
over her head and she lifted her arms one at a time so I
could remove the gown completely. I let it slip to the
floor. My baby sister now lay naked on top of my naked body.
     It was electric. She moved around a little so that our
bodies rubbed together. I kissed her again and she made
noises in her throat that begged for more.
      She had pleasured me and now it was my turn to
pleasure her. My cock had regained its hardness but I
ignored it for the present and rolled Ginny off me and onto
her back. I started with a deep, passionate kiss and while
our lips and tongues were busy I caressed her body from
shoulder to hips. I could feel her reaction as my hand
passed over her breasts and lingered in her belly button. I
confirmed what I thought previously. She was without any
pubic hair yet.
     I enjoyed the feel of her smooth and puffy cunt. I
broke off the kiss and stopping now and then as I went, I
moved down her body placing kisses and licks where I thought
they would do the most good. It seemed to be working as she
moved her body around in reaction to the sensations.
      At last I was there. I had reached my goal. The feast
was laid out and ready. Her pussy lips were swollen and hot.
They were parted slightly and I could see and smell the
juices of her arousal. I placed my tongue flat against the
bottom of her pussy and slowly lapped upward to the very top
of it. Her legs spread wider apart as I savored the honey of
this virgin offering. Ginny rotated her hips so that her hot
little pussy pushed up as an offering. I let my tongue slip
between the outer lips and prodded her inner lips so that
they too opened for me. I ran my tongue slowly up and down
over her hooded clit and down the edge between her inner and
outer labia. She was delicious. I let my tongue toy with her
clit and it started to grow and emerge from its hiding
place. Still, it was so small you could barely see it. I
poked and prodded and kissed and licked, enjoying my feast
as I never had before.
     This was special. This was an offering of love and not
just another lay. I covered her pussy with my mouth and
explored every crevice with my tongue.
     Ginny grabbed my head and pulled me tightly against
her. "Oh yes. More please. More."
     I continued my attack on her petals and clit, ever
gentle but at the same time demanding. I dipped into her
tunnel and was rewarded with another gush of honey. She was
flowing like a stream she was so hot. I could feel her
moving all over the place as if she was trying to force me
into her body. She was moaning and crying out for more. Then
suddenly she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me
even closer as she reached her climax. I could not move
anything now but my tongue.
     It seemed that was all I needed though as she stiffened
and clenched her fists in my hair. It seemed to last such a
long time but I am sure it was only a few moments. Then she
relaxed suddenly and was completely spent.
     Finally able to move, I made my way up to her face and
kissed her soft lips. She seemed to be sleeping but in a
moment she roused and I realized she had passed out from her
orgasm. I held her in my arms as she recovered. I thought
about how wonderful it had been. She had given to me and I
had given to her. We had shared a very special time. I was
elated and she was beaming. I expected her to fall asleep
any minute. Wrong again silly boy.
     Ginny stirred and placed a gentle kiss on my ear.
"Please don't stop," she said.
     Again I was caught off guard. I hesitated, then asked
"Are you sure?"
     "Yes, please. I want to make love. I want you to make
me a woman tonight. I have wanted it for a long time and
tonight it will make the date complete. It will be a night I
can never forget."
     As I said before, I could never deny my baby sister
anything she really wanted. And it seemed that this was
something she wanted very badly. I kissed her again as the
lover she had become.
     She responded by pulling me up and over her. I reached
down and felt her pussy. It was still very wet and hot. She
was ready and so was I. I had not lost my erection since
just after the great blowjob.
     Supporting myself on one arm, I reached down and took
hold of my cock. I rubbed it up and down along her pussy to
get it lubricated. Ginny was moaning again as she
anticipated what was coming. I placed the head of my dick at
her entrance and pushed slowly.
     Nothing happened at first but after a moment it started
to slide in. Then with a pop it passed the opening and I was
in. I still couldn't believe it. I had my cock in my baby
sister's pussy.
     I tried to concentrate on what I was doing. I pushed
gently and slid in farther. I thought it would be easier if
I let her get used to it so I moved just a little in and out
without going deeper. She was smiling and moaning as she
enjoyed this new feeling.
     I sensed that she was accepting me in her channel and
so I tried to go a bit deeper. I found myself pushing
against her virgin barrier. I pulled back a little and then
pushed in again. I felt the hymen stretch but it didn't
break. I could see in her face that Ginny was now feeling
the pain. I wanted to stop but I knew she did not think that
was an option, so I pushed hard and suddenly I was through.
     She flinched at the pain but then smiled.
     I held still for a minute to let her adapt to having me
in her.
     After only a minute or so she started to move against
me; pushing up on my dick and then pulling down off it
again.
     "Are you OK?" I asked.
     She nodded her head and hugged me close.
     I began a slow in and out motion going deeper each
time. Soon I was all the way in and felt my pubic bone bang
against her clit. That got a groan from her and she began to
match my strokes. Little by little our speed increased and
soon we were going faster than I thought possible. I was
grunting with each inward stroke and so was she.
     I heard moans but was not sure who it was, Ginny or me.
I do remember hearing her say, "More, please," several
times. I gave her all I had.
     I was soon feeling the start of my orgasm. I tried
everything I could to hold it back. You know the old, "Think
of something else," trick? Ha! Good luck when you're
pounding away at a hot, tight virgin.
     But luck was with me. Ginny started on her orgasm at
just that moment. She held me tight and matched my every
move. She made noises that were not words and I can't
duplicate here. I did some pretty loud noise making myself.
I felt my balls tighten, my dick seemed to grow bigger, and
then I was suddenly pumping my seed into my little sister. I
pressed as far in as I could and she pushed back as hard as
she could. We both froze in position as my cum spurted and
spurted into her tight cunt. I could feel some of it seeping
out around my dick as I continued to cum.
     Then, finally it was over. We both collapsed in
exhaustion. I started to roll off to the side but Ginny had
too tight a hold on me and we ended up lying side by side
with my wilting dick still inside her. We kissed again as we
came down from a fantastic climax. I could feel my cock
slide out of her after a few minutes. I held her close and
told her again how much I loved her. She told me she loved
me too. And we fell into a deep sleep. We lay there in each
other's arms all night. It was wonderful to feel her body
next to mine as I dozed off.
     I woke up in the morning to find myself naked in bed
holding my baby sister's naked body next to me. Oh my God!
What had I done? I was thinking all sorts of horrible things
as I lay there.
     Then Ginny woke up too. Her eyes opened slowly and she
gazed into my eyes. I was almost afraid to hear what she
would say. But I need not have feared.
     "Good morning, Big Brother."
     "Ah, good morning, Little One," I replied hesitantly.
"How do you feel?"
     Ginny leaned up on one elbow and looked me right in the
eye as she smiled from ear to ear. "I feel great!"
     I was relieved to hear that but was still a bit
apprehensive. Then she set my mind to rest.
     "I guess the date is over now. Thank you, Big Brother,
for the best birthday I could ever have. You did everything
I wanted and made it a date I will always remember." With
that she gave me a big kiss. But it was closed mouth and not
sexy. It was my sister kissing me. She got out of the bed
and grabbed her gown off the floor. She ran out of the room
and I could hear her close the bathroom door. It was over.
For better or worse the night was what she wanted and I was
glad I was able to give it to her.
     I worried for quite a while about the possibility that
Ginny might have gotten pregnant from our "date". I asked
her about it several times; and after a while she told me it
was OK, she had had her period. That was a big relief, let
me tell you.
     Ginny and I stayed close but never had another "date".
We were brother and sister again and we liked it that way.
But every once in a while Ginny will say something to let me
know she still remembers. Things like, "This is the second
best date I ever had," or, "This is almost as good as my
14th birthday."  When she says things like that, I see a
sparkle in her eye that fills me with joy. I will never
forget my Birthday Girl in Blue.
     
                          The End.

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