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From: Roy Leach <roy7@sprint.ca>
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Subject: Re: NEW "Sis Helps Me Cum" (bg, inc cons, voy, mast, first)
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On Thu, 17 Jul 2003 06:10:49 -0400 (EDT), kids_at_play@webtv.net
wrote:
I liked your story. It was short but novel,maybe we can have part 2.
Roy
>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