Perverts 'R' Us

I Love My Little Sister

By Fever ( M/g, inc-bro/sis, 1st, oral, cons, rom )

Disclaimer: This work is totally fictitious. The characters and the events portrayed never happened. It is purely imaginary. No one should ever do anything like this in real life. This is a fictional story and nothing more. I do not engage in this kind of behavior in real life, nor do I encourage anyone else to do so. If you do, please turn yourself into the nearest police station immediately. Having sex with children is immoral and illegal.

I really love getting feedback for my stories so if you read this story and enjoy it, please write to let me know at Fever_451@yahoo.com. Thanks!

Love is a crazy, ridiculous, wild, unpredictable thing. Most people, when they are 25 years old, they are doing one of two things. Either they are living it up, dating like mad, and trying to sleep with every person they can, or they are looking for that one, special someone. Being 25, I could look around at all my friends and see one of those two behaviors.

Yet, as far as I could tell, I was the only one who had fallen in love with his ten-year-old sister.

Technically, Brianna was my half-sister. When I was 11, my parents divorced, and I lived with my mom. A few years later, she met Brad, who would become my stepfather. I have to say that I lucked out. When you hear about step-parents, the relationship always seems strained. Brad and I got along very well, though. We both treated each other with respect and recognized that we both loved my mom. We bonded and, although I still call him Brad, he has become like a second father to me.

When I was 15, my mom gave birth to her and Bradley's child - a daughter they named Brianna. I loved her from the start although the nature of that love would change drastically. I doted on her and she worshipped me. For years, things were normal.

About a year ago, things had started to change. When I would see Brianna running around by the pool in her bikini, I would find myself staring at her smooth legs, her flat torso, and her tiny butt. I shook it off like I was just daydreaming, not willing to admit that I was becoming turned on by my preteen half-sister.

Sometimes, she would sit on my lap while we watched TV, and I would feel a twitching in my pants, and a rush of blood coursing downward. For a while, I could keep it under control. Then I started getting full-on erections whenever Brianna was on me, and I'd have to make some excuse to stand up.

I tried to find other outlets. I started looking at porn of teen girls exclusively. I would search for the most petite, flat-chested ones I could find. After a while, that wasn't enough anymore, and soon I was looking at child model sites that depicted preteens in bikinis and lingerie. Unconsciously, I tended to join the sites of the girls with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. In short, I liked the girls that looked like Brianna.

I can remember the first time I stumbled across an image of a nude, preteen girl on the internet. It was a website owned by a French family that spent summers at a nudist resort. They had posted pictures of their eight-year-old daughter playing on the beach completely nude. Seeing her tiny nipples on her flat, bony chest and the utterly hairless mound of her pussy sent a rush of desire through me. I masturbated and blew a larger load than I ever had in my life until that point.

But my growing sexual attraction to Brianna was only the tip of the iceberg. My growing romantic affection for her was the real issue. Day by day, I was falling deeper and deeper in love with her. How could someone fall in love with a child? That was the question I asked myself over and over again. Was it possible for an adult, with adult emotions and needs, to ever be happy with someone who retained the emotions and needs of a child?

I realized that Brianna must be my soul mate. Her soul and my soul were linked by a force more powerful than romantic love or sexual lust. Her soul reached out to mine and mine reached back. No matter our age difference, we were destined to be together.

That connection is what made me feel confident that Brianna felt the same way about me. Like I said, we'd always been close, but we were growing closer as that fateful Labor Day weekend of 2007 approached. We spent all of our free time together. We went for walks, I took her to the movies, and we snuggled together on the couch to watch TV. Sometimes, we would just spend hours talking. I knew from the way she looked at me and from the way she would hug me or kiss me goodnight that her feelings for me were more than the love a girl felt for her older brother.

When Brad and my mom informed me, about mid-July, that they would be going away together for the long Labor Day weekend, I knew this would be my opportunity. Brianna and I would have the house to ourselves for three nights. It would be the perfect time to confess my feelings to her.

Finally, the day came. My mother and step-father packed up the car early on Friday morning, say goodbye to each of us, and left for their romantic getaway.

"It's just you and me this weekend, kiddo," I told Brianna.

"This is going to be so cool!" she said. "Wayne, can I stay up past my bedtime?"

"You can stay up as late as you want," I told her, picking her up and carrying her into the living room. "You can eat anything you want, watch anything you want, do anything you want for the next three days."

"You're the best brother on Earth," she said and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my face towards hers and looked deeply into her eyes. She went quiet and peered back into my eyes. Everything in my body told me to kiss her right then, on the lips, like one lover kisses another. Then Brianna blushed and I put her down.

"I have a surprise for you," I told her.

"What is it?" she asked.

While she waited, I retrieved a nicely gift-wrapped box from my room and gave it to her. Smiling widely, Brianna tore off the wrapping to reveal a box from a girls' clothing store called "Amp." It was the kind of place that catered primarily to tweens and teens who wanted to look like tramps, but it had a small selection of preteen wear too.

She opened the box and found a matching skirt and tank-top that was exactly the kind of thing our mom would never allow her to wear. She shrieked when she saw it and jumped up and down a few times. She tore the clothes out of the box and let it fall to the floor. It was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"I love it!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Thank you so much."

"Go put it on," I said. "I want to see how you look in it."

Brianna scampered off to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, wearing her new outfit. She looked so deliciously sexy in it that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I wanted to say something, but I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Seeing my reaction, she twirled around and posed in it. She was teasing me and I knew it.

"You look so hot!" I finally said. Brianna giggled. "I think it's perfect for our date."

"Date?" she asked, confused.

"You and me," I said. "This is our weekend to do whatever we want."

"What kind of date?" she asked.

"I was thinking that first we would go to the aquarium," I told her. "Then we'll go to the mall and I'll buy you anything your heart desires. After that, we'll go out to dinner and ice cream. Then we'll rent some movies, make popcorn, and snuggle up on the couch."

Brianna was only 10, but she was old enough to know that girls in elementary school didn't go on dates with boys who had graduated college already. She also knew that sisters didn't go on dates with their brothers. She could have ended all my hopes and dreams right there, but she played along as if it were the most normal thing in the world. My confidence increased tenfold. This was definitely a sign that Brianna had the kinds of feelings for me that I had for her.

"Let's get going," I said.

"Can I drive?" Brianna asked.

"Sure."

"Really?"

"No. Come on."

I reached out my hand and Brianna took it. We walked out to the car hand-in-hand. I opened the passenger door for her and she climbed in. Once I was in the driver's seat and had the car started, Brianna took my hand again. I looked over at her and she smiled up at me shyly. Squeezing her hand gently, I put the car in drive, and we left on our first date.

It could not have gone better. We went to the aquarium and wandered through, seeing all the exhibits. Brianna loved animals and she was delighted by everything. After the aquarium, we drove to the mall. You'll never guess where Brianna wanted to go. That's right, Amp. She picked out a new outfit and, to my surprise, a pair of thong panties sized for a preteen with the word "Angel" on the front.

Afterwards, we had dinner at Chili's, which happened to Brianna's and my favorite restaurant. We went next to get some ice cream at a place near our house that made its own homemade ice cream. I had rocky road and she had bubblegum. We talked and laughed constantly as we ate. Finally, we stopped at the video store and I let her pick out any two movies she wanted.

It was around eight o' clock when we got back home. Brianna went to the bathroom and I went into the kitchen. I poured a glass of wine for myself and a smaller one for Brianna. I turned on the fire in the fireplace and lowered the lights just a little bit. When Brianna came back downstairs, everything was ready.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Sit down on the couch with me," I said. "I poured you a glass of wine."

"Wayne, I can't have that," she protested.

"No one will know except you and me," I reminded her. "Go ahead."

She tried the wine and apparently, it was to her liking, because she drank the entire glass I had poured for her. She wanted more, but I told her to wait. I wanted her feeling mellow, but not drunk. I drank my entire glass as well, needing to calm myself down. My heart was racing and I could barely breathe. When we were finished, I put the glasses aside, and turned to face her. I took both of her hands in mine.

"There's something I need to tell you, Brianna," I said.

"OK," she said, a bit anxiously. "What do you need to tell me?"

"I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I told her. She smiled and blushed. "You're sweet, and you have a great sense of humor, and you're so smart, and you're just so fun to be around. There's nobody in the world I would rather be sitting here with tonight than with you. You're wonderful. You're everything I could ever want in a girl and so much more. I can't stop thinking about you every second of every day. You're my entire universe. I love you and not just the way that brothers usually love their sisters. Brianna, I am in love with you."

For the longest, most excruciating five seconds of my life, she said nothing.

"Wayne," she finally spoke, "I'm in love with you too. I was afraid to say anything because I thought you'd think I was a freak, but I'm in love with you, too."

She threw her arms around my neck and I held her tightly against me. Tears of happiness welled up in my eyes as I embraced the love of my life, finally knowing that she felt the same way about me. Shortly, Brianna turned her face to me and we gazed into one another's eyes. This time, neither of us backed down. Our lips met and we shared our first amazing, beautiful, perfect kiss.

"Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?" she asked.

"I'd love to be," I replied, "if you want to be my girlfriend."

"I'd rather be your wife."

"The instant you're old enough to get legally married, you and I will get married," I promised. "We'll have our own house and our own family and everything will be perfect."

Brianna kissed me again. This time, our kiss lasted much longer. We became lost in our kiss and neither one of us wanted to be the one to break it. At last, our lips parted and we made more moony eyes at each other. I can't describe how content I felt at that moment. I was so devoted to my sister, body and soul, and I knew we would be together forever.

"Do you want to watch a movie now?" I asked.

"No," she said, "I don't feel like watching a movie. Do you want to go swimming?"

"We could if you want."

"Let's go see how warm the water is."

My little sister, or should I say "my girlfriend", took my hand as she stood up from the couch. Together, we walked out on to the back deck towards the pool. It was a heated pool so it was always pretty warm until we closed it down in the fall. Best of all, because of the way it was situated, and because of the way our property was laid out, no neighbors could see the pool. Brianna and I could kiss and flirt all we wanted with no one noticing.

We each felt the pool water. It was plenty warm for swimming. I suggested that we go into the house and put on our bathing suits, but Brianna just smiled up at me with a devilish expression on her adorable face.

"What are you smiling for?" I asked.

"Well, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now . . ."

"I know . . ."

"Maybe we could go skinny dipping."

My cock immediately got hard in my pants. Brianna bit her lower lip nervously, waiting for my reply. To be honest, I had managed to keep the two parts of my brain - the part that loved Brianna and the part that lusted after her - separate. I was sexually attracted to her, but the idea of actually doing anything sexual with her had always seemed part of a remote future, not something worth concerning myself with now. I masturbated while fantasizing about her on a nightly basis and had resigned myself to that fate.

"Do you know what that means?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, with her I'm-not-a-baby tone. "It means we . . . swim together . . . naked."

"Is that OK with you, sweetie?" I asked.

She nodded vigorously.

So this was the moment of truth. I had seen Brianna naked before, of course, but only as a very small child and long before I had sexual feelings for her, so that didn't count. Seeing her naked now would mean seeing the girl I loved, my girlfriend and future wife, naked for the first time.

Without responding, I sat down on a pool chair and beckoned Brianna to come sit on my lap. I pulled off her shoes and then her socks. When I was done, I removed my own. Then I pulled my shirt off over my head. Brianna looked at my chest. I don't know what she was thinking, whether it was sexual excitement or what, but I was nervous regardless.

I gently took hold of Brianna's tank top and lifted it off over her head, revealing her bare torso to me. Her nipples were pale pink and so tiny, like little pieces of candy. Next, I pulled down her skirt, revealing white, cotton panties she was wearing underneath, as well as her smooth, silky legs.

Brianna stood up and I knelt down beside her. I slowly pulled her panties down, revealing her little, pink mound and the gorgeous slit in the center. I sighed audibly and then looked up at Brianna. She was blushing, but her face revealed that she was flattered by my reaction, not frightened. Once her panties were off, I had her turn around, so I could admire the most precious bubble butt you've ever seen in your life. I ached to touch her most private places, but I resisted.

Once Brianna was naked, she told me to stand up, which I did. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my shorts, and removed them. Now I was only wearing my boxer shorts and revealing a massive woody. Brianna licked her lips and then took hold of the elastic waistband. She pulled down the shorts until my cock popped free. She stared at it, wide-eyed, and then pulled my shorts all the way off.

"Paul Sanders showed me his once, but yours is so BIG," she said, amazed.

"They get bigger as you get older," I said, flattered as she had been.

"Is that really going to fit inside my vagina?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little taken aback.

"I mean, we are going to have sex after we're married, right? That's what husbands and wives do."

"Honey, that's a long way away," I reassured her. "You'll be bigger then and it will be fine. Don't worry about it right now."

"OK. Hey Wayne . . ."

Before I could say anything, Brianna pushed me and I fell, laughing, into the pool. Once I was in the water, I bobbed to the top, and began to splash her. Brianna shrieked and finally jumped into the pool. Once she was back at the surface, she swam over to me, and we kissed under the moonlight.

My sister and I spent about an hour frolicking together in the water - swimming and splashing constantly interrupted by kissing. Every time she would get out of the water to do a dive or a cannonball, I would be treated to site of moonlight shining off her glistening, wet body.

We also talked about practical things. Obviously, we had to keep the relationship a secret from our parents. That meant we wouldn't be able to express our feelings for one another as much as we would like, but we both agreed it was worth the difficulty. We talked eagerly about our wedding, and our house, and the children we would have day have together.

After a while, we were both getting tired, so we left the pool and dried off. Brianna put on her pajamas and met me downstairs on the couch. We snuggled closely together and watched one of the movies we had rented.

When it was over, I walked Brianna up to her room and tucked her into bed. We kissed and I vowed that I would love her with all my heart for the rest of my life. She returned the vow. We kissed again and then I say goodnight, switching off the light as I left her room. I took a quick shower and then went to my room.

As I lay in bed, I felt like my entire world had changed. I was so full of bliss that, for a long time, I just lay in bed, letting the emotion fill me. Then my mind started turning to the way Brianna had looked naked and how it had felt to have my hands on her delicate, little body. My dick was hard and I needed to jerk off badly.

Suddenly, the door opened. I switched on the lamp by my bed and saw Brianna standing in the doorway. She was wearing nothing except the pink "Angel" thong I had bought her earlier.

"Wayne," she said, "I don't want to wait until after we're married."

"Me neither!" I exclaimed. "Come here!"

She giggled and ran to my bed. She jumped on the mattress and bounced on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and kissed her fiercely. Brianna responded. I opened my mouth to let her tongue in and soon we were French kissing deeply and erotically. Brianna might never have done it before, but she was a quick learner. My little sister and I moaned as we expressed our love for one another physically.

As much as I loved kissing Brianna, we had already done plenty of that tonight, and I was eager to explore every facet of her tiny, sexy body. I kissed her neck and then her chest. Her ribs rose and fell as she breathed heavily. I kissed her dime-sized nipples and flicked my tongue against them, eliciting quiet gasps from my sister.

To me, they tasted like delicious candies and I sucked on them eagerly. My hands traveled up and down the length of my sister's slim thighs, which felt warm and smooth.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered to her. "So beautiful and sexy. I love you so much, Brianna."

"I love you too," she replied as I licked her immature tits. I had never before had sex with a preteen but I knew already that no adult woman could ever compare to the raw, untainted sexual perfection of a little child.

After kissing every inch of her chest, I moved down to her flat belly and kissed the adorable novel. I ran my tongue in a circle around it. I planted kisses all over her belly, knowing how closer I was to the very core of her girlhood. My dick was as hard as a rock and it ached to be inside her.

I sat up and let my eyes drink in the sight of Brianna's flawless body. She looked up at me shyly, but I knew she was as eager as me to see where our love could take us.

Reaching down, I pinched the elastic band of her thong panties with my fingers and slowly began to pull them down. Brianna, ever the good little girl, lifted her legs to allow me to slide her underwear off. Even though it had only been a few hours since I had last seen her darling pussy, I was still enchanted by the sight of her soft, white mound.

"Are you going to put your penis in me now?" she asked bashfully.

"Not just yet, baby," I told her.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to lick your vagina and put my fingers in it a little. It's going to feel really nice. I promise."

"OK."

"Just spread your legs wide apart."

"Like this?" she asked after opening her thighs to reveal the delicious, pink center of her vagina.

"That's great, baby. God, you are so sexy, do you know that?"

She giggled. "Really?"

"You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen in my life, Brianna."

"And I think you're the sexiest boy I've ever seen," she replied, giggling again as she said the word "sexiest."

"Are you ready?"

She nodded her head. Excitedly, I moved into position, getting on my hands and knees between her legs. First, I kissed the inside of her right knee and slowly brushed my lips against her inner thighs until I could smell her girl juices. Then I switched sides and caressed her inner left thigh with my moist mouth. When I was finished, I turned my face towards her divine sex.

I flicked my tongue against Brianna's clit and she gasped. I traced a circle around it with my tongue and she sighed pleasurably. I slid my index finger between the lips of her labia and gently pushed it inside her. She moaned now. While I fingered her tight, hot girl-pussy, I continued licking and kissing her clit.

She tasted so heavenly. It wasn't long before I was running my tongue up and down her pussy, lapping up every drop of her tasty sweetness. I buried my face between my baby sister's legs and sucked her pussy ravenously. She sat up straight and put her hands on the back of my head, holding it in place while I ate her out.

She was moaning even louder now. She fell back against the bed. Her body squirmed under me. Her small hands were balled into fists which tugged at the bed sheet. Her flat chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. She room was filled with the sounds of Brianna moaning and me slurping.

"Oh . . . Wayne . . . something's happening . . ." she breathed.

"Just relax," I said, reluctantly removing my mouth from her vagina. "It's normal. Just let it go."

"OK . . ."

She continued moaning, louder and louder. The pitch of her voice increased sharply. Her thighs tightened around my head. I placed my hands on her thighs, holding on tightly to her hips. I had found her most sensitive area and worked it as best I could. Suddenly, the dam broke. My mouth was flooded with her girl-cum and she shrieked with pleasure as she experienced the first orgasm of her young life.

When it was all over, I swallowed what was left in my mouth, then wiped my lips. I placed my chin on Brianna's pubis and looked up at her.

"How was that?" I asked her.

"What was that?" she asked.

"You just had an orgasm," I said. "Congratulations."

"It was . . . amazing. It was like being on a rollercoaster, but a million times better."

I laughed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Boys have orgasms too, right?"

"Yes we do."

"I want to make you have one. What should I do?"

"The best way for a boy to have an orgasm is to put his penis inside a girl's vagina."

"Oh." I could tell she was nervous. She had seen my dick already and had already expressed concern that it might hurt her. But, then again, she didn't want to wait until she was older. She would have to make a decision. "OK, I can do it," she said.

I lay down on my back on the bed next to her. I reached down and stripped off my boxer shorts. My cock popped free and Brianna's eyes went wide. I was afraid for a moment that she might be regretting her decision, but she didn't back down. Instead, she asked me:

"Can I touch it?"

"Hell yeah, kiddo!"

"What should I do?"

"Just put your hand around it and jerk it up and down."

Brianna reached out slowly and placed her hand on my cock. The feeling of her small fingers against my sensitive shaft caused it to jump and Brianna giggled. I smiled at her. She sat up and began to jerk it while I rubbed her bare back with my hand. Her eyes were rapt with fascination as she stroked me.

"Ready to be a big girl?" I asked. Brianna nodded. "I want you to put your legs across me and sit so that you're facing me."

Brianna did as instructed. My cock came to rest against her warm ass crack and I found myself eagerly anticipating the day that I could talk her into anal sex. I looked at the naked little girl straddling my body and was consumed with more lust than I realized I was even capable of.

"Now I want you to lift your bottom up," I instructed. Brianna did as I told her. I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I guided the tip towards her little pussy hole. "Now I want you to sit down so that it slides inside you."

"I'm scared," she admitted. "Is it going to hurt?"

"A little bit, but you be brave for just a few minutes and soon it will feel really good. I promise."

Brianna took a deep breath and lowered her body down. I kept my dick in place, pointed straight up. Her tight lips wrapped around the head and Brianna gasped. I reminded her to be brave. She slowly lowered herself a little more and I was officially inside her. She made a noise of pain. I put my hands on her hips and helped her, guiding her down.

At last, my dick tore through her cherry, and she cried out in pain. I pushed her down and my cock was all the way inside her. She screamed and tried to wriggle away, but I held her in place.

"Wayne, it hurts!" she cried.

"It will be over soon," I said in my most comforting tone.

A moment later, Brianna took a deep breath and exhaled. Her eyes had stopped watering. She wiped the tears off of her face and smiled at me.

"It wasn't that bad," she admitted.

"How does it feel now?"

"Kinda nice."

"It gets better."

With that, I began to fuck my kid sister for the very first time of hopefully many, many more times. I lifted her petite body up a few inches, and then slowly lowered her back down. She closed her eyes, wincing at first, but then her mouth relaxed. I took things very slowly at first, letting her get used to the feeling of a cock inside her body.

As time passed, I began moving more quickly. Her little butt slapped against my thighs as she bounced up and down on my stiff rod.

I was in heaven. Brianna's pussy was hotter and tighter than anything I had ever imagined. As she rode me like a ten-year-old cowgirl, I could feel my orgasm swiftly building. I wanted to cum so badly but I drew it out as long as I could, wanting to savor every moment, and let the experience last as long as possible.

Harder and harder, I began to fuck her, feeling her pussy squeezing my dick in a vice-like grip. Brianna was leaning forward with her hands on my chest. Her hair was in her face and she was sweating. She rode me hard, grunting softly as I sundered her virginity. I knew she loved it as much as I did.

"Listen, baby," I told her, "when I say so, I want you to get off me, and put your mouth on my penis. Take as much of it inside your mouth as you can."

"Why?"

"I'm about to have an orgasm," I told her.

"OK," she said, eyes beaming with excitement.

"And . . ." I could feel the climax coming . . . "Alright, go!"

Brianna quickly jumped off my dick and on to the mattress next to me. She lowered her face towards my dick and sucked about half of in her mouth. I jerked the base of my cock as hard as I could and at last I exploded. I squirted load after load into my little sister's tiny mouth.

"Swallow as much as you can," I said.

Brianna did as she was told, drinking my semen, spilling only a little. When I was done, Brianna looked up at me and smiled. I wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth and then kissed her.

"Phew," I said.

"Did that feel good, Wayne?" she asked.

"You were amazing, sweetie," I told her. "I love you, Brianna."

"I love you, Wayne."

She snuggled up against me and we spent nearly an hour in one another's arms, lovingly kissing one another. I had never felt happier and more content than at that moment, feeling the girl I loved in my arms and feeling her tender kisses against my lips. And best of all, we had the whole weekend left to ourselves.

The end