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Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 23:00:25 +0000
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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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