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Subject: NEW "Sis Helps Me Cum" (bg, inc cons, voy, mast, first)
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Author's Note: Just a "quickie" that I ran off to see if my brain's
working correctly yet and I am able to write something that somebody
somewhere will enjoy. Not meant to be continued but if there's interest
it might.
WARNING: The following fictional tale deals with incest (that is close
sexual contact between blood relatives) and underage participants (that
is minors) and should probably not be read by half the people that come
here (that is relative minors). (A stretch on that one, granted).
DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to either persons, places or objects of
worship are unintentional and unequivocally not of my doing. The brain
recalls what the brain recalls.
"Sis Helps Me Cum"
a new short story by
kids_at_play
(bg, inc cons, voy, mast, first)
All right, I'll admit it, I'm a horny teenager. I mean what young boy
(almost a man at 17) isn't? My hormones are in overdrive and every time
the wind blows my dick gets hard. What's a poor fella to do? Jerk off,
that's what!
Blowing my load is my main concern here of late and is usually the first
thing I do when I get home from school. I'm the first one home and I
have about a half an hour until my little sister gets home. Then it's
just me and her until our parents get home two hours later at 5:30. So
that always gave me a half hour to jerk off, give or take a few minutes.
And usually it wouldn't take me that long, seeing as how horny I've been
lately.
So I had the half hour window of opportunity in which to come in the
front door, throw my books on the table, run upstairs two steps at a
time, throw off as many clothes as I could, and jump on my bed, hand
already around my slowly-stiffening prick. Hell, I was so horny I didn't
even need magazines to jerk off to. Sometimes it would just be necessary
to recall one of the sexy girls I had seen at school that day, wearing
something particularly tight or ridiculously short. That would usually
do the trick and in no time at all I'd be spewing a gallon of cum into
the towel I keep by my bed for just these occasions. Ok, not really a
gallon, but it sure felt like it when I came!
So it was that I found myself on this very afternoon lying naked on my
bed, cock in hand, eyes closed, visualizing Mary Jo Cooper's 16-year-old
breasts jutting out from her sweater in Biology, of all places. They
weren't very big, but they were sure nice and round. And I swore that
I'd been able to see her nipples poking through her bra cups and
sweater.
My hand slid up and down my hard shaft as I pictured Mary Jo Cooper
lifting up her sweater to show me her pretty lacy bra. I can see her
nipples more clearly now, diamond-hard and sticking out at the tips of
each of her tits. My hand stroked faster, my bed beginning to shake on
its rollers. I then saw Mary Jo Cooper reaching behind her to open her
bra. She was going to show me her tits! This was it -- I'm gonna --
cummmm --
"Steve!" I suddenly heard my sister's voice echo through the empty
house.
"Shit!" My hard-on disappeared faster than a lion's meal at the zoo and
I quickly pulled the covers over my naked body.
I heard my sister's footsteps running up the stairs and again she
yelled, "Steve? Are you home? Where are you?"
My sister appeared in my open bedroom doorway. I glanced over at my
clock on the bureau and saw that it was only 3:15. She wasn't supposed
to be home for another 15 minutes. How dare she interrupt my jerk-off
half hour! The very nerve of her.
"Steve, what are you doing in bed?" my sister asked me.
Think. Think. A plausible answer.
"I, uh, I was just, um, getting ready to take a shower and, uh, I was,
um, naked, and didn't want you to, um, see, uh, me."
"Oh," was all she said, obviously buying my story.
"What -- what are you doing home so early, Sharon?"
"Seventh and Eighth grades were left out early today so the grade school
kids could have their after-school meetings in our rooms. They do it
every month, remember?"
"Uh, no, not really," I said, wondering how I was going to get a wank in
with my sister in the house.
"Well, anyway, I'm gonna go to my room and start my homework."
And with that my sister disappeared from my doorway and walked down the
hall to her bedroom.
My sister Sharon was in Seventh grade. She was 12 years old and although
I tell my friends that she's a pest and a brat she really isn't. She
hardly ever bothers me and never comes into my room without knocking and
she never goes through my stuff. Which is important if you have a little
sister.
I lay there, still covered with my bedspread, naked underneath. A mental
image of my sister appeared in my head. Sharon, standing in my bedroom
doorway, dressed in her school uniform. We both attended Catholic
school, and as such we had to wear uniforms. The girls were required to
wear a white or blue blouse, button-down, and a skirt of a dark color,
no pastels. Knee socks and shoes, no sneakers. Today my sister had been
wearing a white blouse with a blue skirt and blue knee socks with black
patent leather Mary Janes. She actually looked kind of cute.
We both had dark blonde hair. Hers was shoulder length and she usually
wore it hanging down. No ponytails or whatever they were called. The
image of my schoolgirl sister stayed in my mind and I closed my eyes and
pictured her. Her white blouse was sort of sheer and I remember briefly
seeing the outline of a small bra underneath it. My sister was only
starting to develop on her chest and I'm pretty sure she was only
wearing training bras. Somehow, this very thought excited me, and the
vision of my sister mixed with Mary Jo Cooper showing me her tits
combined and now it was my very own sister who was going to open her bra
and show me her pre-teen titties.
Shit, my dick was getting hard!
Underneath the cover my hand began jacking my growing cock. My sexy
12-year-old sister was giving me a hard-on! This was crazy! But the more
I envisioned her in my head the harder my cock got. Then, an insane idea
entered my brain. The more I thought about the idea the more I talked
myself into it, What the hell, the worst that could happen would be that
she'd call me a pervert and threaten to tell mom. It was worth the risk.
Still covered by the blanket, I called for my sister.
"Sharon? Sharon?"
From down the hall I heard the chair at her desk slide across the
hardwood floor as she stood up to come see what I wanted.
I didn't hear her footsteps walking down the hall towards my bedroom,
and when she stood in the doorway again I saw why -- she had taken off
her Mary Janes and now was in her blue knee high socks. Silent
footsteps.
"What?" she asked me nonchalantly.
My hand was wrapped around my cock, hidden by the cover.
"Sharon, um, come in for a minute, will you?"
She walked into my bedroom and stood idly by my bureau, scanning the top
of it as she waited for me to come out and ask her to either get me
something from downstairs or whatever. It was neither of those that I
wanted, however.
"What is it, Steve?" she asked me, a little impatient now.
"Did I ever tell you that you're really pretty, Sharon?" I told her.
Now she looked at me.
"Uh, no, I don't think so, Steve," she said, unsure of how to respond.
"Well, you are, and you look really nice today, too, in your school
uniform."
Sharon looked down at herself and then back at me.
"Well, thanks, I guess."
"Sharon, would you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Show me your bra. Show me your pretty training bra?"
That caught my sister off guard. But she was always the smart one
(evidenced by the fact that she was doing her homework right after
school) and she recovered quickly and said,
"Steven Rogers, what are you doing under that
cover?"
She was on to me.
"Nothing," I said, my hand giving my cock one quick stroke.
"You little pervert! I knew you were up to something when I saw you in
bed with the covers on. You were jerking off, weren't you?"
"How do you know about that stuff?" I asked my 12-year-old sister.
"The older girls at school talk about boys wanking all the time," she
told me.
"So -- so, you're not -- mad? Or upset? You're not gonna threaten to
tell mom and dad?"
"No," she answered. "But only if I get to watch you do it," she added,
surprising me now.
"You -- wanna watch -- me, um, jerk off?"
"Yes. All the talk the older girls do and this way I'd be the first one
to actually see a boy do it!"
Sharon moved and sat down on the side of my bed. I couldn't believe that
this was actually happening. But it was.
"Show me," my sister said, nodding towards my covered body.
Slowly I rolled the cover back, my hand covering most of my crotch. My
cock was bent down so she wouldn't see it right away. There I was lying
naked in front of my little sister.
Sharon looked hard at my hand covering my crotch and I pulled my hand
away and let my erection bounce up in the air. Sharon's eyes grew wide
as she saw her first hard cock. My cock is about 6 inches long when hard
and about 2 inches around so to her young eyes it probably looked huge.
Or so I'd like to think.
"Is that what they all look like?" she asked me.
"Well, yeah, but some are smaller and some are bigger or longer."
"And that's what the boy puts into the girl to make babies?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Wow," was all she said.
"So, are you gonna show me?" I asked her.
"Show you?"
"Your bra."
"My training bra?"
"Yeah."
"Will you jerk it for me?" she asked, meaning my cock.
"Sure."
"Okay."
I watched as my cute blonde-haired 12-year-old sister began unbuttoning
her white school uniform blouse. My cock throbbed and I slowly stroked
my fist from the bottom to the tip and back down again. This was too
much.
Sharon's blouse unbuttoned and she looked at me shyly and held it closed
and said,
"They're not big like the girls at your school."
"That's okay, Sharon. I don't really like the big ones."
My sister looked down at her hidden chest and then let her blouse fall
open and I could now see her training bra. It was white, pretty with a
lace bow in the center and lace all around the small oval cups. My
sister didn't look like she had much underneath the cups but I didn't
care.
I was going to see titties soon enough.
Although my sister didn't know that yet.
"That's a pretty bra, sis," I told her truthfully.
"Thanks. Wow, you're thing's all wet, Steve!"
"That's from my pre-cum. That's what leaks out from the tip to help the
boy get it into the girl. And it's called a penis, not a "thing". But
you can call it a "cock" or a "dick"."
"Go ahead, Steve, jerk off your cock for me."
My sister saying the word cock really made me hot and bothered. I
stroked myself faster now, my eyes glued to my sister's white training
bra and what lay hidden beneath.
"Sharon, um, will you take your bra off? Let me see what they look
like."
My sister hesitated a bit, obviously thinking about it.
"Will you wank it until the stuff comes out and let me watch?" she
asked.
"How do you know about -- never mind -- the older girls at school, I
know."
A wordless approval passed between us and my sister slipped off her
blouse completely. Her training bra fastened in back so she reached
behind and I saw her open it. She brought the two white straps of it
around the sides and slid the straps off of her pale shoulders. She let
the training bra drop from her chest and down on my bed in between her
legs and my thighs.
I saw my sister's pre-teen titties at last! They were cone-shaped, small
fleshy points sticking out from her otherwise flat chest. I jerked on my
hard cock faster now, while looking at those points of pleasure on her
chest.
With my free hand I reached out unexpectedly and brushed the back of my
hand across one of her pre-teen buds. I saw the tiny nipple harden
instantly, and watched as it erected and sprang out from the tip. Sharon
looked down and then
looked over at her other tit. I brushed my hand over that one, too, and
saw the tiny nipple harden. I stroked my cock harder.
"Oh, God, Sharon, you're making me so hard!
Ooh! Shit! I can feel it, I'm gonna cum soon! Shit! God!"
My sister's hand suddenly reached out and wrapped itself around my own
hand which was jerking my cock and she helped me stroke my fist up and
down while my free hand held onto her conical titty.
"Oh, Sharon, oh my god, Sharon, here it -- here it -- oh, fuck, I'm
cumming!!!"
And with that my cock shot out the first jetstream of cum. My sister
watched in wonder as each blast of cum shot from the tip of my cock like
small rocket blasts, And that's exactly what it felt like, too.
The last few shots of cum landed on top of my sister's hand, which was
still wrapped around my fist which was still wrapped around my cock.
"Wow, that was a lot, Steve," Sharon said.
"Yeah, whew, I never came that much before."
"You got it on my hand," my sister said, releasing her hold on my fist.
"Sorry," I said, "but it felt so great with your hand on mine."
I handed my sister the towel I kept by my bed and she wiped her hand
off. I wiped myself off and Sharon put her training bra and blouse back
on. Still lying there naked next to my sister, I gazed at her face. She
really was pretty.
"Do you think -- um, maybe -- next time --" she started saying.
"What?"
"Um, I could -- uh, do it -- for you? With just my hand?"
Shit, my sister wanted to jerk me off.
"Yeah, sure, sis. Tomorrow after school?"
"Yeah."
And with that she jumped off of my bed and ran on stockinged feet back
down to her bedroom.
Who knows where this may lead? I've always been curious as to what girls
looked like "down there". Maybe I'd find out one day. Soon.
THE END
Did you like it? Did you hate it? Are you ambivalent about it? Do you
care for apathy at all? E-mail me kids_at_play@webtv.net and let me
know. Or post a reply in the NG in which you read this. You did read
it, didn't you? If you are just reading the bottom of this post then
you have deeper issues other than apathy.
kids_at_play
"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
1965)
"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."
(Anon)
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats, "Endymion" 1818
Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them.
kids_at_play