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Siblings First
by Kellis
Spring, 2016


"All right, Marco," said Corey.  "Now you've heard fuck stories from 
both Don and myself.  Tell us what got _you_ started."

"Probably waited till he got married," sniffed Jenkins, the cripple.

Marco chuckled.  "What's this, some kind of local custom?  We sit around
on a sunny afternoon and brag about who we fucked?  Is that the idea?"

"First fucks especially," said Corey.  "Think of it as your initiation.
What've you got better to talk about?"

Don, the thin wheezer, added, "Then you can go on with your second fuck
and the third and all you can remember."

Marco shrugged.  "I can't top Corey's tale of getting ruined by fuck 
books.  Hmm.  Although they did have a tangential influence."

"Tell us.  The intendant won't call supper for another hour at least."


* * *


"Can I ask you something, Marco?"

He looked up from the homework on his desk at the sound of his  
sister's voice.  She stood in the doorway, still in the dress
she had worn to school.  In contrast he had thrown off his clothes upon
arriving home, except for shorts, which would also be removed as soon as
he solved the last problem.

"You should've knocked," he said with a big brother's authority.

She blinked.  "Your door was open."

"Yeah.  I forgot.  All right, come in.  Then I've got to finish this 
crap."

"Thanks, Marco."  Smiling, she waltzed into the room and plopped onto 
his bed.  "What's the date?"

"The date?  You're too young to date."

"No.  What's the date of today?

"What do you care about that?"

"It has to go on my History report."

"What happened to your desk calendar?"  He read from his own, "It's 
Tuesday, March 25, 1952."

She repeated it but sat still, biting her lip.

"Was that all?" he asked.

"No.  Can I tell you about something?  It's sort of a secret."

He grinned.  "You're my favorite sister."

"I'm your _only_ sister!"

"Right.  What that means is you can tell me anything."

"It's ...  It's ..."  She regarded him uncertainly.  "It's something I 
saw last night."

"What?"

"I woke up, went downstairs for a glass of water and heard a funny noise
in the den, like ... I don't know, a _suckey_ kind of noise."

"Suckey?"

She sucked air across her tongue, creating a bubbly sound.  "Like that,
only over and over."

"In the den?  Were the lights out?"

"No.  A dim one was on.  That's why I didn't have to turn on the kitchen
light.  I went to the door barefoot.  The noise was coming from the den,
so I peeked around the jamb.  Dad was slouching on the couch.  I could 
only see his head and shoulders.  He had lines in his neck like ... I 
don't know what you call it --"

"Tendons?"

"Yeah.  Like they were tight.  His shoulders were bare like he'd took 
off his shirt.  The sucking got louder and I heard something else.  He 
was ... I guess you'd say he was grunting.  And sort of humming."

Marco grinned.  "I'll bet you had to get closer."

"You win.  I crept up, quiet as a mouse, and looked over the back of the
couch."

Marco shook his head.  "You saw him, like, totally naked and playing 
with himself, right?  Surprised Dad has to do that."

She frowned.  "'Playing with himself?'"

Marco turned the chair to face her, cupped his fist and pistoned it over
his shorts.  "Like that?"

She looked startled.  "No!  Why would he do that anyway?"

Marco sighed.  "How old are you, Jackie, eleven?  Don't your girlfriends
tell you anything?"

"Well, Janey does."

"My buddies sure talked about it when I was eleven!  Okay.  What _was_ 
Dad playing with?"

"He's stretched out with his legs parted and ..."

"And what?"

She took a breath.  "Mama's kneeling between them with his thing in her
mouth.  She's _sucking_ on it, which is what makes the sound."

"Sucking on it?"  Marco sat up with interest.  "You saw her big tits?"

"Yeah.  They're both naked."

"How big are the nipples?"

She held up a thumb and curled middle finger.  The ends failed to meet.

"Wow!" breathed Marco.  "Was she just sucking?"

The girl's eyebrows knitted.  "What else did you expect?"

"I mean, was she jerking his dick too?"

"Jerking?"

Marco held up a thumb apart from its fingers and moved the hand up and 
down.

The girl's expression became interested.  "Is that how boys frig?"

"Yeah.  Did she do it?"

"No.  Her hands are doing something under his thing."

"Squeezing his balls."

"Maybe.  I couldn't see."

"What happened next?"

"He beats on the couch with his fist and kind of chokes out, 'Oh, god, 
oh, god, don't stop!'"

Marco grinned.  "What'd you do?"

"Nothing.  Held my breath.  Mama's got half his thing in her mouth.  Her
neck is working, like she was using her tongue.  And she's giggling."

"Giggling?"

"Oh, yeah.  He grunts louder, pants a little and says, 'God, Martha!  
You keep getting better.'

"She backs away and sits up on her heels.  Did I say they were both 
naked as jaybirds?  Her lips are grinning but tight, like they're holding
something, and she's still giggling through her nose.

"He says, 'Show me.'

"She ... I guess she pushes it out with her tongue.  White bubbly stuff
runs over her chin and drips to the floor.  It leaves a dangly string.
She's watching his face, which might be all that keeps her from noticing
me.  I hold as still as a mouse.

"He says, 'You really got a mouthful.'  I see her neck work as she 
swallows.  She says in a breathy voice, 'Yeah, it was a big load.  Tasty
stuff, Dale!'

"He says, 'If you think so.'

"She says, 'Am I staying ahead of the French tarts?'  What did she mean
by that, Marco?"

"What did Dad answer?"

"He says, kind of peevish, "Honey, you know I've not seen a French woman
in seven years.'

"She giggles.  'But do I still suck better?'

"'You're the best, Baby!'"

Marco said, "Sounds like Dad found a few cocksuckers in France.  Wonder 
how Mama found out."

Jackie looked startled.  "Do all the grownups do that?"

The boy chuckled.  "Gerry's old man said something about it, something 
like, 'Everybody coming back from France taught his woman to do 
blowjobs.'"

"Do what?"

"'Blow job' is another way to say getting your cock sucked."

"But you don't blow it -- or do you?"

He grinned and shrugged.  "No, you suck.  But some people call it that.
What happened next?"

"Mama looks satisfied because she's still ahead of the French tarts -- 
isn't a tart like a little pie? -- and says, 'Now it's your turn to 
taste.'

"Maybe a French woman is that sweet.  Did you dig what she meant?"

"About tasting?  Not at first but I soon figured it out."

"Tell it."

"I sink down out of sight, expecting her to yell, 'Jackie, what are you
doing out of bed?'  But I hear the couch creaking again.  When it gets 
quiet, I rise up slow.  Now she's the one slouching on the couch, legs 
spread.  Dad is kneeling between them with his face pushed up against 
her.

"She moans a while then says, 'God, Dale, that's perfect!  Ooo!  I'm 
coming already.'"

The girl paused thoughtfully.  "Let me ask you, Marco: was that sex?"

He grinned.  "Mouth sex.  He was eating her out, which is what they call
licking her pussy.  How long did you watch?"

"Not much longer.  She lets out a choking sound and her legs close tight
around his head.  She shudders and shivers, going, 'Oh, oh, oh!'"

"Did her big tits shake around?"

"Did they ever!"  Jackie squinted at her brother.  "Were you there too?"

He giggled.  "I've got a good imagination."

"Her hands push Daddy's head back and she says something weird."

"What?"

"'Dale, Dale, I can't stand it!'  She was sure standing it up till 
then!"

Now Marco was interested.  "So it gets too good for girls too!"

"Huh?"

"I guess Dad caught you then."

"No.  I drop down again before he looks up.  I'm real close to the couch
so I can't see, but I hear it creaking again.  She says, 'Ooo, I love 
how it slips in!'

"Dad says, 'Licking makes it greasy.'

"Now the couch creaks like a heartbeat and she makes little squeaks in 
time with it.  I raise up real careful like.  They're lengthwise on the
couch.  He's on top of her and his butt is moving up and down, making 
the springs squeak."

Marco nodded.  "That was real sex."

"His thing in her ... pussy?"

"Yeah.  His cock."

"Janey calls it fucking."

"That's the word.  Wonder why they were doing it in the den."

"Instead of their bed?"

"Yeah.  Did you notice their clothes?"

"On the floor."

Marco nodded.  "I can just see it.  They were ... probably feeling each
other up.  Dad said --"

The girl's eyes were bright.  "I know what you mean.  Janey caught her
mother playing with her Dad's thing."

"Aha, that was it!  Dad said, 'Let's fuck,' and Mama said, 'Right here 
in the den.  The kids are asleep.'"

"How do you play with a boy's thing?"

He laughed.  "However you want to.  _He_ won't complain!"

"Janey talked about what boys and girls do.  She's got an older brother
too.  She saw his ...  She called them 'fuck books.'" 

"Showed them to you?"

"He keeps them locked in his desk.  One time she found it unlocked."

"And went through his desk, like you did mine."

"Okay.  But I didn't find any fuck books."

"Well, you got an eyeful last night."

"Marco ..."  She paused and frowned.  "Mama said it was tasty.  What 
does it taste like?"

He studied her with an intent expression.  "What makes you think I've 
tasted it?"

"You ...  Janey said boys older than twelve ...  You're fourteen.  Don't
you make it?"

He grinned slightly.  "Yeah, I make it.  Janey has a lot to say, does 
she?  She teach you how to frig yet?"

The girl blushed and looked away.

He chuckled.  "Don't sweat it.  Everybody frigs."

"Everybody?"

"Everybody older than about ten."

"Is that when you started?"

"I was your age.  My buddy showed me.  You want to know how it tastes, 
do you?"

"I ...  Well ..."

"If you really want to know ..."

She stared at him expectantly.

He continued, "I'll help you find out."

"How?"

"By letting you do what Mama did."

She bit her lip.  "You mean ... suck on your thing?"

"Right.  Suck it out of my cock."

Her mouth worked uncertainly.  Her eyes dwelled on his shorts.  
"Something's different."

"Yeah.  Thinking about you sucking it is giving me a hard-on."

"Janey says that's so it can go into a girl."

"Right."

"And make a baby."

"Not in her mouth."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure.  Coming in her pussy is what makes babies."

Jackie was still biting her lip.  "Janey claims Nancy says it tastes 
awful, but Mama thinks it tastes good."  She sighed.  "Guess I'll have 
to find out."

Marco's eyes glinted.  "Take off your clothes."

She blinked.  "All I have to do is open my mouth, right?"

"It'll taste better if we're naked."

She thought of further argument but suppressed it, remembering that Mama
had been nude, and kicked off her shoes before the dress went over her
head.  In a moment she had hung dress and panties from a bedpost and 
returned to her seat on the edge of bed, now with second thoughts.

Her hand clasped the hairless vulva.  "You won't do anything here, will
you?"

"No.  They can tell if we do anything down there."

"How can they tell?"

"Your cherry gets bu'sted."

"How can they tell _that_?"

"I'm sure Dr. Willis checks you out."  He grinned.  "_I_ would!  God, 
Jackie, you look neat!"  His eyes roamed her well-rounded but 
androgynous form.

She smiled.  "So do you.  And you've got hair on your chest."

"It's just starting.  I've got more here."  He rose in the chair enough
to kick off his shorts.

"You sure do!"  She stared at the exposure.  "Wow, Marco, it's as big as
Dad's!"

He chuckled proudly.  "It grew fast this year.  Wasn't half this big 
when I started jerking off."

"Wow!  I feel ..."  She rubbed her crotch.  "This is where it's really 
supposed to go, isn't it?"

"I guess so, from Mother Nature's point of view.  Come over here."

Almost reluctantly she rose from the bed, stood before him and said 
musingly, "Like Mama did."

Like Mama she knelt, took the rampant manhood in hand, inspected it at 
close range and looked up inquiringly.  "Isn't it supposed to have skin
over the ... bulgy part?"

"Who told you that?"

Again she blushed.

"Who told you, Jackie?"

"Nobody _told_ me.  Jimmy Clark showed me his.  The skin came to a blunt
little point.  He let me peel it back."

"Jimmy Clark, eh?  Who's that?"

"A guy in my class."

"Where did you go with him?"

"Go?  I went into the woods at recess to pee.  He followed me."

"He's a peeping tom, is he?"

"A what?  Oh, no.  We already agreed he'd show me his and I'd show him 
mine."

"Who's idea was that?"

"Janey did that with Mark Avery."

"I see.  So it was just you and Jimmy in the woods.  Did his cock get 
hard?"

"Hard?  Oh, yeah, like you, he said he had a hard-on, not that it felt 
really _hard_.  It was about half as big as yours.  But the bulgy part 
was purple when I peeled it back."

"Purple?  Oh, I get it.  Jimmy didn't get circumcised."

"What's that?"

"When you're a baby, they cut off the, ah, foreskin, it's called."

"Cut it off?  With a knife?"

"The doctor does it while you're still in the hospital.  You don't 
remember it."

"Whatever for?"

He shrugged.  "They say, when you're a man, it's safer for your wife.  
Supposed to have less germs.  My buddy's old man says that's all 
bullshit.  I said if that's his father's opinion, how come is he 
circumcised?  He said, 'Mama wanted it.'  Say, was Dad circumcised?"

"Hmm.  It was mostly in Mama's mouth.  I only got a glimpse of the bulgy
part.  It was pink like yours."

Beginning to stroke behind the head, she smiled.  "Hey, this skin is so
loose!  You say this is how boys frig?"

"Yeah.  Only don't call it that.  It's 'jerking off.'"

"Okay.  Make some ... white stuff so I can taste."

"You need to do what Mama did."

"Oh."  She licked the underside of the glans and giggled.  "It tastes 
like peanuts."

"Suck it, Jackie."

She looked up earnestly.  "You won't ever tell anybody I did this, will
you, Marco?"

"Swear and hope to die.  And you won't tell anybody either."

"No way!" she declared then opened her mouth and engulfed the "bulgy" 
part.

He grunted involuntarily.  "Now move it in and out.  And suck."

She obeyed, cheeks collapsing.  Belatedly her hand squeezed the scrotum.
She paused, fingers examining its contents.

"Not too hard," he warned.  "Keep sucking, will you?"

She raised her head long enough to comment, "Jimmy called this his 
balls, but he only had one.  You've got two."

"He's got two too.  They hide till you get old enough to squirt.  Suck!"

Her lips re-enclosed him and her bobbing resumed while fingers 
conscientiously fondled the testicles as Mama may have done.

"God, Jackie, that feels super!  You're about to get that taste you 
wanted."

She took in another inch of shaft and continued to bob and suck.  His 
thing twitched and a thick liquid poured into the rear of her mouth.  
Instinctively she closed off her throat with the back of her tongue.  He
grunted several times.  Despite intending to repeat Mama's performance,
her half of the thing filled her mouth so much that some of the fluid 
escaped from the corners, sight of which pleased Marco.

Soon his pleasure was unbearable.  Groaning, he straightened up, 
effectively withdrawing from her mouth.  A white gush followed, running
down her chin.  She gulped and swallowed.

"Wow!" he breathed.  "Jackie, that was the greatest!"

She smacked her lips in obvious introspection.

"How does it taste?" he asked with real curiosity.

The girl frowned.  "It don't have much taste.  Sort of meaty, maybe."

"Do you agree with Mama?"

"Well, it's not bad."  She shrugged.  "Makes me wonder if Nancy
ever really tasted it."

"She's the one who said it was awful?"

"Yeah.  But for sure it's not awful.  What's it taste like to you?"

"About like that ... uh, meaty."

She regarded him suspiciously, grinned, ran a finger over her wet chin,
leaned forward and thrust it into his mouth too quickly for him to 
avoid.

"Goddammit!" he cried, automatically balling a fist but letting the fist
fall open.  "You're right: not much flavor!"

She laughed scornfully.  "You never tasted your own stuff!  Kiss me."

Hands braced on his hips, she rose enough to present puckered lips that
glistened with his moisture.  He hesitated briefly, shrugged, caught her
behind the head and pulled their lips together.  His tongue darted.  
Both of them were giggling when they parted.

She said, "Now you know!  Hey, I like your tongue."

"Yeah," he agreed, tasting his wet lips.

"Get up," she ordered.  "It's your turn."  Remembering, she added, "To 
taste _me_."

He blinked but soon rose out of the chair.  She took his place, splayed
her legs and stared at him expectantly.  He dropped to his knees and 
thrust his tongue into the slit.

"No.  Right at the top," she directed.

He found a lump there, recalled a discussion among the guys and began to
stroke it vigorously.

Immediately she giggled.  The heel of her hand pushed his head back.  
"That tickles!"

"But --" he began.

"Maybe you shouldn't start right in the middle."

"You mean, go all around it?"

"Yeah.  I think it's too sensitive right in the middle."

"I get it: right on the clit."

"I forgot: that's what Janey calls it."

He bent and resumed his tonguework less directly and more gently.  Now 
the results were approved.

"Oh, Marco, that's so _sweet_!"

Soprano moans followed her words.  She began to quiver.  "Oh, oh, oh!" 
she moaned and added contrarily, "Do it harder."

Shortly her legs closed around his ears.  He licked frenziedly to dimly 
heard screaming.

Suddenly she pushed his head away and collapsed in the chair, squirming
and cupping her privates protectively.  He sat back on his heels and 
studied the bright red face.  Her eyelids were clenched shut.

They opened as the shudders subsided.  "Oh, Marco, I can't believe how 
good that was!"

He sniffed.  "Don't pretend.  Didn't Jimmy Clark do that?"

"Oh, no!  We barely took our britches down.  Nobody ever ... licked me 
like that before."  Her eyes narrowed.  "Mama was right."

"About what?"

"It gets so good you can't stand it any more."  She added thoughtfully,
"At least not right on the clit."

"You have to wait awhile," he said sagely.  "It's kind of like that for
boys too."

"It gets too good for them?"

"Right, when you try to keep on jerking.  Or sucking."

"You know what?  I think I'd love to fuck right now."

"Don't even mention that."

"Yeah.  You're right."  She sighed soulfully.

"Maybe in a little while."

"Thank you, Marco.  You're the sweetest brother any girl ever had."

"And you're the sweetest sister.  I just remembered: my buddy's got a 
younger sister too, I think in the sixth grade."

"Does he fuck her?"

"Who knows?  Jackie, better be careful with that word."

"I'm careful.  You said I could tell you anything."

"Well, you can.  Just don't get in the habit of saying fuck."

"Only to you.  If she's in the sixth grade, I probably don't know her."

"He pointed her out to me.  She's pretty.  Like you."

"But older.  Has she got boobs?"

"Not big ones."

"Yet.  I wonder how big mine'll get."

"Mama's are sure big.  Most likely you'll take after her."

"Maybe."  She grinned at him.  "And I've seen Mama's bumping around."

"Lucky you!"  He sighed.  "I got a good look at them when I was about 
your age.  Gave me a hard-on even then."

"How did you see them?"

"She had on a loose pajama top.  I was hugging her hips and looking up 
under it.  Her great big tits were looking back at me."  He chuckled.  
"When I let go, she was grinning at me.  Mama understands boys."

"That's a good story, Marco.  Dad understands too."

"Boys?"

"Understands girls.  Me, at least.  Even now when I sit in his lap I can
feels his thing make a lump, what you call a hard-on.  Once I wiggled 
around to see how lumpy it would get.  He took me by the hips and rubbed
my butt forward and back.  I turned to look at him and he says, 'I think
you like this, don't you, Jackie?'

"I didn't know whether I should say yes or not.  Mama is watching and 
says, 'She's not the one who loves it.'

"Of course he stood me right up on my feet."

Marco laughed.  "I bet he did!"

"Can I suck on you some more?"

His eyebrows rose.  "You liked sucking it?"

"I like how it fits in my mouth."

He sighed.  "Licking your clit made it hard again.  Too bad we can't 
really fuck.  You'd like that even more."

"Yeah, I'll bet.  Well, if it's hard can I suck?"

"Maybe in a little while."

"Mama will get home in a little while."  She sighed and clambered around
him to her feet.  "I better get out of here."

"Yeah.  We've both got homework.  But Jackie, I want you to know you're
really special."

"So are you, Marco."  She began to pull on her clothes.  But when she 
was dressed, she sat on the bed again.

"I thought of something."

"What?"

"I was going to ask if we could sneak down to the basement tonight, but
then I thought ...  If we do much more of this, for sure we'll soon 
start fucking."

He started to demur but restrained himself, curious about her intent.  
"Probably."

"Then they would find out."

He nodded.  "Probably."

She sighed but brightened after a moment and announced cheerfully, "Got
it!  I'll let some other boy bu'st my cherry, then he'll get the blame 
instead of you."

"Uh, Jackie --"

At that moment they heard the sound of automobile tires in the gravel 
driveway outside.

"Oh, shit!" cried the girl and immediately fled the room.

"Shit indeed!" muttered the boy, pulling on his shorts.  He mulled 
Jackie's last words as he rose to close the door.  The image of his 
sister's legs open for some strange boy's cock was strongly abhorrent.
But in a moment he had to laugh at himself as he remembered that such 
was the fate of all sisters.

But what a whale of an afternoon adventure!  He murmured aloud in awe 
and pleasure, "I don't believe it!  The first mouth to get my stuff 
belonged to my own little sister.  Wonder how often that happens."


* * *


When Marco paused, Corey said impatiently, "Shit, man, don't stop 
there!"

The other listeners chorused agreement.

Marco laughed.  "What more do you want?  That was my first sex with 
another person, even if only oral."

Don winked.  "If that was the first, who was the second?"

"You want to know what else happened between Jackie and me, is that it?"

Corey studied him.  "And you don't want to tell us.  Where's Jackie 
now?"

"In the ground.  Breast cancer, like our mother."

"That's too bad."  The others murmured sympathy.

"But she had a good life, married and bore three healthy kids."

"Since it won't hurt anyone now," said Corey, "tell us: did you and she
keep on as you started?"

"Well, yeah, but cautiously.  We knew better than to let anyone find 
out.  Then we heard about 69s.  She was a screamer, but she couldn't 
make so much noise with her mouth full of cock, so we started tonguing 
each other in my bed."

"How long before you began real fucking?"

Marco chuckled.  "What I just described happened in the spring.  One 
morning that summer -- Jackie had just turned twelve -- she popped into
my bedroom with a great big smile to announce, 'Jimmy did me last night.
Now _we_ can fuck!'"

The audience laughed and cheered.

"That's different," noted Don: "fucking one guy to persuade another."

"It has a certain logic," mused Jenkins.  "Your sister knew what she 
wanted."

"All the girls do," Corey proclaimed.  "Never doubt it."

"For how long did you two get it on?"

"A good while.  I think it was the best time of my life.  It lasted till
her periods started.  This was well before the pill, you know, and we 
chickened out."

They sat in companionable silence, reliving it vicariously.  At last 
Corey asked, "Did you ever get an answer to your question?"

"My question?"

"How many guys start off fucking their sisters?"

Marco shook his head.  "But I'll bet it's happened a lot more often than
anyone dares to guess."

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