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TEACHING LITTLE SISTER
PART 1 OF 2
At eighteen, my little sister Chrissy is a knock-out, a real true-life beauty.
She started maturing early and is now five-two, with 35-22-34 measurements on a
one hundred five pound body. With her flawless complexion, long auburn hair, and
startlingly deep green eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a model, perfectly
exemplifying all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.
Chrissy has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this contributed to our
complete lack of the brother-sister friction that sometimes develops in a
family. On the contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters, attending
all my football and basketball games and cheering me on. Being three years
younger, she bestowed on me a childlike hero worship--I was always her big
brother, her hero, her knight in shining armor. As far as she was concerned,
there was nothing I couldn't do nor was there any problem I couldn't solve.
The relationship was more than reciprocal. As we were growing up, I adored
little Chrissy and doted on her. I was always interested in and proud of all her
achievements and encouraged her whenever it was needed. If anything, I gave
Chrissy more attention and love than our parents. They both worked in very
stressful jobs, and at the end of their workdays neither had much energy left to
deal with our "kid problems."
Because of this relationship, Chrissy early on got into the habit of bringing
her problems to me. I fixed many a broken doll, put Band-Aids on her boo-boo's,
and dried her tears and tickled away her real and imagined hurts. This
relationship carried over into her teens and has resulted in my being far more
protective of her than is the case with most brothers and sisters.
One area where this especially showed up was in her relationships with boys. In
this regard, I've been almost tyrannical in the way I've monitored and screened
her dates. It's a wonder our relationship hasn't suffered because of this, but
Chrissy takes it in her good-natured way and just thanks me for caring that much
about her welfare. Despite her phenomenal beauty, Chrissy is very shy and
vulnerable with boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help her with
such problems, I've tried to explain how boys think and act so she'll better be
protected in her dealings with them.
One problem Chrissy has had to face head-on is her developing sexuality. Many of
the problems and teary eyes she's brought to me have been related to this area,
and I've tried to deal with them in a completely honest, straightforward manner.
I haven't used any "birds and bees" stories, but have explained and described
sexual relation issues in the everyday common words she hears from her girl
friends. From these conversa- tions I knew that Chrissy was still a virgin, but
based on the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine sexual arousal that I
detected from her when she returned from some of her dates, I believed this to
be a short-lived condition. Because of that, I arranged for her to secure and
start taking birth control pills. She laughed at my being so protective,
assuring me that she was still far from going all the way. Nonetheless, to
indulge me if for no other reason, she's taking the pills religiously.
I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On one side, my
protective feeling about her wanted to shield her from the bad early experiences
she could have if she chose the wrong boy. On another hand, I could see that she
has highly developed sexuality, and I didn't want to stand in the way of her
being in a position to develop and grow in this important aspect of maturing. On
still another side, I found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I told
myself it was completely wrong to feel that way about her, I was absolutely
turned on whenever she came in from a date with that musky odor of a woman in
heat about her. I pictured in my mind how her little virginal pussy must look,
smell and feel, about how wet it must be, and even though I fought against the
feeling, I couldn't prevent my getting a hard-on. I found myself with the
thought that no pimple-faced boy deserved such a treasure, and even worse, I
harbored a secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one to claim it. That
she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my comprehension, beyond any
hopes that I had buried deep within me.
One Friday evening, Chrissy came in from a date about 9:00 in the evening, much
earlier than her usual 11:00 or 11:30. I was alone in the house, our parents
being away for the weekend, and was watching television when she came in the
door. Usually, she stops and says hello to me and relates how her date went.
This evening, she did neither, but hurried upstairs to her room. I found this
very strange because the boy she had dated was one I approved of as being
almost good enough for her. I was hoping that if she did have to lose her
virginity it would be to a boy like him, one who probably would be gentle with
her. Apparently, though, problems had developed on the date, because she was
home early and--based on her not having stopped to greet me-- upset, hurt, or
angry. I heard the shower start running and decided that as soon as she had
finished her shower I would go upstairs to check on her and be the best big
brother I could be.
After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time to get dressed, I
went upstairs. The door to her room was closed, and the sounds of light sobbing
came from its other side. I knocked lightly and asked, "Chrissy, is it okay if
I come in?"
The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Chrissy said, "If you want to." I opened
the door and Chrissy's room was darkened, with only the light from her vanity
shining. She was already in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. Her face was
tear- streaked and her eyes red from crying.
"Baby, baby, what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting on the bed next to her. I
stroked the hair back from her forehead and kissed her lightly on a wet cheek.
"Did you have trouble on your date tonight?"
Chrissy sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper, "Yes."
"Boy-type problems?" I asked, knowing she would recognize that I implied the
whole range of sexual relation problems.
"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right--he's real nice, and I liked
him a lot."
Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's bothering you," I said,
taking a tissue and drying her cheeks for her.
Chrissy gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy, and answered, "I
just had some Chrissy problems, that's all."
"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean, 'Chrissy problems.'"
Chrissy's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed, apparently ready to
explain. When she did, I had a hard time concentrating on the conversation. From
what I could see, she had on a pair of baby-doll pajamas, and the sheer top did
not hide much. The swell of her breasts pushed them out, and the nipples and
darker rings around them were more than just hinted at. I had to fight to keep
my eyes from off that sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with such
beautiful attributes could be having problems.
Chrissy didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her explanation. "Well, I
had decided that I was ready to go all the way with a boy, and that because he's
such a nice guy, Jimmy was to be the one." My heart started beating faster with
this disclosure, and I wondered whether I would be able to sit through her
description of the episode without her being able to see the mixed feelings I
had about it.
"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we kissed a while, I put my hand
on his leg to let him know I was interested in more. He returned the favor and
after a while he put his hand under my dress and played with me. I could tell he
was getting really ready, so I suggested we get into the back seat. Before we
did, I took off my panties. He saw me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We
both got in the back seat and he got between my legs and tried to put it in me."
By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me funny feeling, because
here I was getting horny about my sister telling me about losing her virginity,
something we had discussed in times past. Nonetheless, I could picture her in
that car, legs spread apart, pussy wet and waiting, and the picture aroused me
more than I had ever been in my entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the
abundant swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands between her legs and
"play with her" as she said Jimmy had done.
Chrissy paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then what happened? Go on."
Talking softly, Chrissy continued, "That's when things got bad."
"It hurt real bad?" I said, anticipating the rest of her story.
"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me. I didn't let him."
"You didn't? What did happen, then?"
"Well, When he got ready to put his cock in me, I just clamped my legs together
and kept him from doing it. He must have been really ready because after he
rubbed against me a little he spurted all over my front. That's why I had to
come home and take a shower. Oh, Bobby, I was so embarrassed! Here I had made my
mind up and at the last minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked
Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and crying about the
whole thing. I'm really something, aren't I!"
A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I couldn't fully
understand or explain, I was joyous that Chrissy had chickened out. I realized,
though, that it wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and that I had
to support and encourage her to continue, even though her first attempt had been
a total disaster.
"Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that the first time. A
virgin has a right to misgivings. Don't be angry with yourself. You do need,
though, to try to figure out why you acted that way so you'll at least under-
stand why. Do you know why you didn't go through with it?"
Chrissy looked up at me and just barely nodded her head. "You do know?" I said.
Chrissy nodded her head more emphatically and whispered, "Yes, I know, but I
can't talk about it."
For the first time that I could ever recall, Chrissy didn't want to confide in
me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled by her actions. I put my hand against
her cheek and caressed it with my finger tips, saying, "Chrissy, I respect your
wishes if you really don't want to talk about it, but remember, this is Bobby,
your big brother. We've never held anything back from each other. Do we want to
start having secrets now?"
Chrissy's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes again. "No," she
whispered, "I hate secrets."
"Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.
Chrissy sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All right, if you want to
know, I'll just come out and tell you. The reason I couldn't do it with Jimmy
was...the reason was because he wasn't you."
I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each other, my letting
the meaning of what she had said sink in. I was having a hard time dealing with
it. If I had heard her right, then all the fantasies I had had about her, about
the way we might make love, about claiming her virgin treasures, were no longer
just my fantasies alone, but were shared by her also. I had to be sure that she
had actually said what I thought she did.
"Chrissy, do you mean...?"
"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I didn't want to give
my virginity to Jimmy. I meant I wanted my first time to be with you. I meant I
wanted my first time to be with someone I love and who loves me. Someone who
will take care of me and be gentle and make it something that is completely
good. I don't want my first time to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car
with some kid I hardly know. Bobby, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed
my first time would be with you, with my dear, sweet brother Bobby." After
saying that, she reached out to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and
hugged me tight. "Oh, Bobby, you just had to know, didn't you! What must you
think of me now!"
I stroked Chrissy's back as I held her and thought about her question. Finally,
I answered. "What I think is that you are the only one of us who's been honest,
who's faced up to their true feelings."
Chrissy pulled back and looked me square in the face. "Does that mean you feel
the same way I do?"
"Oh, God, Chrissy, even more! I've just tried to bury my feelings, to pretend
they haven't existed. Society says its wrong for a brother to love his sister,
and I've wanted to be the best big brother you could possibly have. But every
time we've talked about sex, every time you've come home from a date hot and
bothered, every time you've talked about going all the way, I've felt miserable.
I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be me who not only told you about sex, but
showed you as well. That old brother-sister taboo has kept me from letting you
know how I feel."
"Oh, Bobby, that old taboo was invented before there was birth control, to keep
defective babies from being made. It's probably been to prevent brothers from
forcing themselves on their sisters, too...and, I guess, sisters from forcing
themselves on their brothers." Chrissy paused in thought for just a moment and
said softly, "I'm not forcing myself on you, am I, Bobby? You're not saying this
just to humor me, to keep me from being embarrassed about what I said, are you?"
I took Chrissy's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel that and tell me what you
think." Her fingers lightly moved over the bulge that was so evident in the
front of my jeans and then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my swollen,
throbbing cock.
Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby, you're so hard. And sooo
big! Are you that way because of me? Am I doing that to you?"
"Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top, holding you like this
with your breasts rubbing against my chest, and thinking about what you will
look like completely naked has done that."
"You want to see me completely naked?" Chrissy whispered.
"Oh, yes, Chrissy. I've dreamed about how you would look without any clothes."
"Well, that's worked both ways," Chrissy said. "I've had dreams about seeing you
naked, too. With your cock hard and poking out in front."
"What else did you dream?" I asked.
"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire body from head to
toe. That you kissed me like I was a girl- friend, not a sister. That you kissed
me all over...in all the places where it feels good." Chrissy then added, very
softly, "Then I dreamed you made love to me, that you took my virginity, and it
was sooo gooood." Chrissy put her arms back around my neck and pressed herself
against me. She whisper- ed, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."
Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and kissed her. I
kissed her like a girlfriend, not a sister, opening my mouth wide and probing
between her lips with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out to meet
mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She dropped her head to the
pillow, and I followed, continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide
open, lips spread against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
Chrissy started breathing faster and I felt her heart increase its tempo
against my chest.
I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her right breast,
lightly brushing across it with my finger tips. Taking her nipple between my
fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle
around it, tracing the rosy ring that engirded it. Chrissy arched her back up
against my hand and moaned softly in pleasure. Taking her whole breast in my
palm, I kneaded and softly squeezed. Chrissy spoke muffled words, "Oh, God,
Bobby! That's so good!"
Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her ear lobes,
and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss, with my tongue making little circles of
wetness on her skin. I lifted the bottom of her pajama tops, exposing those
perfect breasts, each half-melon shaped and just as firm. My lips moved to them,
sucking the little strawberry that topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and
swelled, standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked around each of
them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the full, broad side of my
tongue, I lapped at the underside of each breast, moving from its base out to
the nipple. Chrissy moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me each time I
drew out a stroke of my tongue.
While I was making love to Chrissy's breasts, I moved my hand under the sheets
that covered her lower half. I found her thighs and stroked each one gently,
almost feather-like. I moved to their inner sides, finding baby-smooth skin.
Chrissy moved her thighs apart, inviting my hand to further explora- tion. My
finger tips moved up, drawing little circles as they moved. As I approached the
vee of her legs, they spread apart even more, leading my hand into the pleasures
that awaited there.
Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of Chrissy's pajama bottoms.
The lace was damp. I moved across it onto the silky smooth area of Chrissy's
crotch. It was soaking wet and slick. I found the edge and inched my fingers
under it. Damp, curly down met my fingers. My finger dipped down and found the
cream-covered lips conceal- ing Chrissy's mysterious feminine treasures. With
just the slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip between those
lips and into the valley between. It was like moving into a warm, slickened
passageway. The labial lips pressed against my finger, almost sucking it into
her secret sexual regions.
My fantasy about Chrissy's pussy was coming true--I was "playing with her,"
and both of us were loving every minute of it. While I was making her dream
come true, she was turning my dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed
to go farther, though. I needed to fully bare Chrissy's body--make her
naked, completely open to sight and touch--and touch and kiss every
sensitive part of her.
Chrissy's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her hidden, nethermost
parts. She was almost panting now, her breath coming in gasps. My finger moved
down between her legs even more and came to her "little man in the boat," the
ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure center. I lightly
flicked my finger across it, and Chrissy jerked her hips upward, moaning as
electric jolts of pleasure flowed through her. Moving my finger through the
wetness of her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud with juice and rubbed
it lightly in a little circle. Chrissy's hips humped up against my hand, and she
cried, "Oh, Bobby, that's so fine!"
continued in part 2...
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