Title: My Teasing Sister
Keywords: cons, virg, MF, teen, incest, nosex
Author: Distant Lover
Email: dstnt_lover@yahoo.com
Summary: A chance event causes a teenage brother and sister to discover  
a new, and wonderful, although dangerous dimension to their love as 
siblings.

   My Teasing Sister

   by Distant Lover, copyright 2007



   One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen years old, I worked out with my
barbell set and took a shower.  Because I knew that my parents were going
to be away until late in the evening, and because I thought my sister was
visiting a friend, I did not bother to wrap a towel around myself, but
walked naked to my bedroom.  My sister surprised me, standing in the hall.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, wondering if I should run back to the
bathroom, "I thought you were at a friend's house."

   "She wasn't home, so I came back.  I'm not sorry.  I haven't seen you
this way since we were children." I did not know what to do.  My sister
stood in the middle of the hallway, so I couldn't get past her.  She
continued looking at the part of me I wished I had covered with a towel. 
"It's gotten bigger," she said with a sly smile.  This was embarrassing. 
It became more so when I got an erection.  I felt my face blush to reveal
such physical evidence of the fact that my sister was arousing me sexually.

   She was also enjoying my predicament.  "Look at that," she said bringing
her hand to her mouth.  "You don't need to blush just because you're
naked," she teased.  Then she instructed, "I'm your sister, so everything's
all right.  A boy should not be embarrassed to be seen naked by his sister,
even when his penis is pointing to her face." She giggled.  "Besides, I think
you're enjoying this as much as I am.  A boy's penis gets like that when
he's excited."

   "Did you learn that from another boy?"

   "None of your business," she pouted.  Then she implored, "May I touch
it?"

   "You better not tell anyone about this."

   "I won't tell.  I promise.  Please let me touch it."

   I have to admit that I was beginning to enjoy the situation.  I reasoned
that I had not planned this, and that my sister was taking the initiative.
Therefore, I was not guilty of sexual abuse.  (If she was guilty, I didn't
mind, really.) Moreover, she was my sister.  I did love her.  I did not
like to displease her.  As the baby of the family she was somewhat spoiled.
I feared her bad moods.  I also feared that if I did not grant her request,
she might ask another boy.  Finally, and most obviously, I could not hide
my desire for her.  "You can touch if you don't tell."

   "Oh goody!" My sister began gingerly to touch and squeeze my penis with
her fingertips.  "It's so hard," she said with a wondering tone of voice,
"and so big." Without asking for my permission, she began to rub my penis.
When I did not pull away she rubbed harder.  I had never been like this
with a girl before.  I had masturbated.  This was better.  My sister's
hand felt soft, warm, slightly moist, and completely delicious.  As I felt
my climax coming, I closed my eyes.  When it came, I experienced the
longest, most intense, and most pleasurable orgasm that I had ever enjoyed.
My sister squealed with delight.

   When I opened my eyes I saw that my seminal fluid was on my penis, my
sister's hand, and her dress.  "A drop of that can get you pregnant," I
warned.  You should wash your hands before you touch your vagina."

   "I know," my sister said, looking at her hand, and smelling it.  She
took my hand with her other hand, and said, "Come with me.  I'll wash you
too." She led me to the bathroom.  After washing her hands thoroughly, she
took my washcloth, got it nice and sudsy, and began to scrub my genitals.
"It's all squishy now," she said.

   "After a boy has an orgasm, and that's what I had when I squirted semen
on you, it usually takes awhile before he can get an erection again," I
told my sister.  "Otherwise, I'd certainly have one."

   "I see," she replied thoughtfully, as she scrubbed with enthusiasm. 
"Well, if you have another orgasm I will just start washing you all over
again.  I hope you're enjoying this.  I sure am."

   "It's kind of embarrassing," I admitted.  "And it feels strange to be
doing this with my sister, but yes, I'm enjoying it.  That's why I got an
erection and ejaculated."

   "That's right," my sister said.  Then she proceeded to rinse and dry me.
She took much more time with each task than she really needed to.  After
folding my towel, and returning it to its rack, she playfully tugged at my
pubic hairs.  "You didn't use to have all this hair."

   I turned to leave, but my sister said, "No, we're not finished yet." She
sat down on the toilet lid for a closer look, put her hands on my hips, and
positioned me to stand right in front of her.  "This is truly amazing," she
said.  "Boys' bodies are so strange."

   "I'm glad you think so."

   She began to feel one of my testicles.  "This is where you make sperm
cells and testosteron-e," she said pronouncing the last "e" as a syllable.

   "It's testosterone," I corrected.

   "I'll remember that." My sister began to giggle.  "My big brother is
helping me with my sex ed homework."

   "Better me than another boy."

   "You sure are jealous, aren't you?"

   "With a sister as beautiful as you I need to be jealous, and vigilant."

   "No you don't, but thanks anyway," my beautiful sister said while
affectionately squeezing and pulling on my now "squishy" penis.  Then she
rubbed my stomach.  "You have such a nice washboard stomach.  Every boy has
genitals, but you have a strong and beautiful body."

   "Thanks.  I've worked for it."

   "That's for sure." My sister stood up, put her hands on her hips, and
said, "Well.  You're nice and clean now.  You may go to your room.  I need
to wash my dress before Mom and Dad come home." As I walked to my bedroom,
my sister told me, "You look good from behind, too.  You've got a nice,
sexy butt."

   When I returned to my room, I closed the door, and quickly got into blue
jeans and a short-sleeved shirt.  Then I walked to my sister's door and
knocked.  "Yes?" she asked.

   "May I come in?"

   "Sure." When I entered my sister's bedroom, she had removed her dress,
but she had not put another one on yet.  She was wearing a bra, panties,
and sandals.  Although my sister was only fifteen, her breasts were well
developed, and showed delicious cleavage above her bra.  Her hips were
beautifully rounded and full, although her waist was small.

   "You've seen me naked." I said.  "May I see you that way?"

   "That's fair, but before we do it, I better put my dress in the washer."
After a few minutes, my sister returned, closed and locked the door, and
stood there, waiting.  If she had agreed to show herself, I had expected
her to take her clothes off, and show herself, front and rear.  Then I
planned to leave.  Instead, she seemed to expect me to do the undressing. I
took the chair from her desk, and sat in it.  Without being asked to she
sat on my lap.  She began to feel my arms, which were fairly muscular from
two years of weight training.  "You have such strong and beautiful arms. 
Everyone at school knows that I have a strong and brave brother to protect
me."

   "And I will," I said, removing her sandals.  I slowly ran my fingers
over the parts of my sister's body not covered by her bra and panties, and
said, "Your skin is as smooth and white as polished ivory.  Your flesh is
soft and warm.  You are unbelievably wonderful to touch."

   "You are unbelievably good at touching."

   My sister kissed my lips, making a small suction sound.  "When you kiss,
don't suck in," I explained.  "Just press your lips.  Like this," I said,
kissing her again.  The second time she got it right.  I kissed her lips,
her cheek, her neck, and the tops of her breasts.  She pulled my mouth back
up to hers, and kissed me again.

   When I tried to remove my sister's bra I had trouble unfastening it,
because I had never taken off a girl's bra before.  "I'll show you how to
do it," my sister said.  And she did.  My sister shyly looked down.  Her
bra loosely draped her magnificent bosom.  My sister waited for me to
remove her bra.  When I did, my hands trembled with emotion.  I sighed with
appreciation when I saw her lovely breasts with the delicious pink nipples
that made me think of rose buds.  "You've gotten bigger, too."

   "Thanks." I gently ran my hand over her breasts, and began to feel one
of my sister's nipples with my fingers.  It became hard and erect under my
touch.  "When a girl gets excited her nipples get hard like that," my
sister explained.  "It is like when you get an erection."

   I ran my tongue around my sister's nipple, and sucked in air right above
it by inhaling with my mouth.  I had read somewhere that that gives a girl
pleasure.  "Does this feel good," I asked?

   "You know it does."

   I motioned for her to stand in front of me.  She put her hands on my
shoulders.  I slowly pulled my sister's lacy, blue panties down to her
delicious thighs.  The inside of her panties was wet with lubrication. 
Although my sister had the full figure of a woman, her vulva did not have
very much pubic hair on it.  The hairs were thin, and light, matching the
long blond hair that flowed down my sister's softly rounded shoulders.  I
could clearly see her slit.  Stroking her flaxen field with my fingers I
said, "You have hair too." I put my index finger into her slit.  The inside
was warm and very wet.  Also, I was relieved to discover that I could not
enter her vagina.  Because of my sister's surprising cheekiness, I had
feared that she was sexually experienced.  "I am glad that you are a
virgin," I said keeping my finger in her slit, and feeling her maidenhead.

   "Me too," my virgin sister said, "I enjoyed tormenting your jealousy,
but I am proud that you found out."

   "As your brother I am proud too." I removed my finger, and pulled my
sister's panties down past her knees and her perfectly formed calves, and
down to her feet, which she raised one by one, so I could take away her
panties.  I put them on her desk with her bra.  Then I motioned for her to
sit on my lap again.  I slowly ran the fingers of my left hand up and down
the spine of my naked sister, from the back of her neck, to her beautiful
bare bottom.  "Do you enjoy this?"

   "I love everything that you do."

   I fondled my sister's breasts, and slowly ran my hand down her side,
past her hips, and down to her left knee.  Then I kissed her again, and
asked, "Can we go to your bed?"

   "We can't have sex."

   "Of course we can't.  You are my sister.  I want you to be a virgin when
you get married."

   "So do I."

   "You saw me close up, I want to see what you look like inside."

   "O.K." She lay herself on her bed and spread her thighs.  I opened the
lips of my sister's vulva and labia with the fingers of my left hand. 
Inside everything was swimming in lubrication.  "The moisture is to make it
easy for a man to put his penis in." I told her.  "But that will have to
wait for your husband."

   "Yes it will."

   My sister's vaginal opening was small, and her maidenhead had not been
tampered with.  I touched it with my finger.  When I tried to put my finger
through the tiny hole, it did not fit easily, so I stopped, because I did
not want to do anything that might stretch or damage her maidenhead in any
way.  "Your maidenhead is thick," I told her.  The first time you have sex
will be painful for you."

   "I know.  That's one of the reasons I want to wait for my wedding night.
I want everything to be perfect."

   "I want everything to be perfect for you." I kissed my sister's
maidenhead out of appreciation that it existed, and licked it with my
tongue.  Then I began blowing on it gently.  Each time I blew out as long
as I could.  Then I inhaled quickly, and blew out.  I did this again and
again.  When I looked at my sister's face, it wore an expression of
rapturous delight.

   I moistened my thumb and first two fingers with my sister's lubrication,
and began to rub her clitoris very gently.  "That's it.  That's it," she
said with a small, child's voice.  As I continued to give her clitoral
stimulation, her body stiffened.  Her hips bridged upward.  Her hands
grabbed the bed spread, clutching it in her palms, and making fists.  When
I looked at my sister's face, she looked like she was in pain.  Alarmed, I
stopped rubbing and asked, "Is this hurting you?"

   "No.  Keep doing it.  Keep doing it," she said, pulling my hand back to
her clitoris.  When she finally had her clitoral orgasm, her body trembled.
Then she relaxed, and took my hand in hers.  "That's enough," she said
softly, "Thank you.  Thank you so much." I lay next to my beautiful, naked,
virgin sister.  Putting my left arm beneath her head, and cradling her body
with my other arm, I wondered again at her delicious smoothness, her
softness, and her warmth.  "This has been beautiful and precious," she
said. "We must keep this as our secret.  We will remember this day
forever."

   "Hopefully, we will have more of these events to remember," I said, "I
want to do this again."

   She kissed me.  "I hoped you would say that.  I want to stay a virgin,
but I love this.  I had no idea how wonderful this can be.  The girls I
know who've had sex with guys say it was disappointing.  A boy at school
might tell his friends.  He might date rape me.  As long as I do this with
you and we do not have sex, it feels innocent."

   "It will not feel that way to other people," I warned.  "We must be very
careful that no one finds out.  We must be sure that no one suspects
anything.  In public our behavior must be exactly as it was before.  We
should even argue sometimes."

   "We'll argue when you tell me what to do, like you're always doing."

   "Agreed," I said, "but as long as we don't have sex, it won't be
incest."

   "If we do this now and then, I will not want to have sex with another
boy.  If one pressures me to have sex with him, I will stop dating him."

   "If he makes an issue of it, tell me, and I'll fight him."

   "I will."

   "Every time we do this I'll be able to make sure that you are still a
virgin," I told her.

   "It's a deal." My sister was looking at me with an expression of
indescribable tenderness.  We both knew that our love as siblings had
developed a new, and wonderful, although dangerous dimension.



   After my first sexual experience with my sister, which was unplanned by
either of us, enjoyed by both, and stopped short of actual incest, I would
lie in my bed at night and think about her.  Did I want to make love to
her? Well, yes, but I knew that it would be evil of me to do that. 
Morality is tested by temptation, and cannot really be said to exist
without it.  I did not earn an A from my test with the beautiful temptation
of my teasing sister.  Fortunately, I did not fail.  My sister emerged from
our agreeable encounter with her maidenhead intact, with the mutual desire
that it should stay that way until she got married, and with the
understanding that I would occasionally verify that quality in ways that
would be enjoyable for both of us, although serious in intent.

   Thus, I continued to worship at the altar of my sister's virginity.  She
responded kindly to my devotions.  Her hand gave me nearly as much pleasure
as her vagina could have with much less of the guilt, and no danger of
pregnancy.  Because I did not go into my sister's vagina, I made sure no
one else did.  When a boy came over to take her out on a date, I made a
point of talking to him while my sister got ready.  I was polite.  I was
friendly.  I was also clear that I expected him to treat my sister with
respect, and that I expected him to bring her home at a respectable hour.

   At school the word got around that I was protective toward my sister. 
Most people respected me for it.  No one complained to my face.  I got into
a few fights with the usual high school vermin.  I never fought over my
sister's honor.  I never needed to.

   The only time when something bad almost happened to my sister was when
she was invited to the party of one of the most popular girls in the school
we went to.  Because this girl's parents were going to be away that
weekend, and because there would be alcohol, I told my sister she should
not go.  She told me she would go anyway.  My sister was like that. 
Although I was her older brother, I had no authority over her whatsoever. I
thought about asking our parents to keep her from going to the party.  I
realized that that would make my sister really angry with me.  As
mentioned, I feared her bad moods.

   Nevertheless, just to be on the safe side, I canceled plans to see a
movie with a friend, and stayed around the house.  The phone rang about
eight o'clock.  As I half expected, my sister was on the other end.  In a
distraught tone of voice, she said, "Come and get me right away."

   Instead of wasting time asking what had happened, I told my sister I
would be there, borrowed the keys of the car from Dad, and drove over as
fast as I could without breaking any traffic regulations.  I did not want
to spend a lot of time talking to a police officer.  I knew how to find the
house, because I had driven my sister over there earlier in the evening. 
She did not have a driver's license, because she was still only fifteen.

   The house where the party was held was in one of the more expensive
parts of town for our school district.  I did not even have time to park in
front of the house when my sister and another girl, who was actually rather
pretty, came running out of the house.  They jumped into the back seat of
the car, and locked both doors.  My sister said, "Let's get out of here!"
As soon as both girls were safely in the back seat, the other girl began
sobbing uncontrollably.  My sister held her and tried to comfort her.  As
we drove to the other girl's house, my sister told me what had happened.

   For the first two hours of the party everything was nice.  There was
some dancing.  People were talking and laughing.  Then three boys who were
close friends had too much to drink, and began flirting with the girl who
was in the back seat with my sister.  However beautiful, that girl was
painfully shy, and had been sitting by herself without talking to anyone.
When they flirted with her she tried to respond, but had difficulty
thinking of what to say.

   Two of the boys talked to each other in private.  Then one said to the
girl, "I think I can cure your shyness." He grabbed both of her hands in
his, and pulled her out of her chair.  The other boy went behind her,
unzipped her dress, and unfastened her bra.  The girl put up a vigorous
struggle, but she was no match for the three boys, and she was soon naked
except for her panties.  Breasts that must have been as beautiful as my
sister's were on view for everyone.

   The other girls, except for my sister, giggled nervously.  Each was glad
that this was not happening to her.  The two other boys at the party were
also nervous.  They must have known that they should stop this, but they
realized that a fight would be two against three.  They also realized that
they were excited by what was happening.

   One of the three boys held the girl's hands behind her back, and another
pulled her panties off.  Now she was completely naked.  "Please stop," she
pleaded.

   The three boys laughed.  "She's finally beginning to talk," one of them
said.

   "If you stop now I won't tell anyone!" the girl pleaded.  "I promise. 
Please stop."

   "We're too excited to stop now," one of the boys said.  "This is just
the beginning." He began to inspect her vagina.  "She's got a cherry,
guys," he told his friends.  "Let's back off." Then to prove that he was
still a stud, he gathered up her clothes, ran outside, and put them next to
the sidewalk in front of the house.  The house was next to a major
thoroughfare with two lanes going in each direction.  There was constant
traffic.  If the girl ran out to get her clothes, scores of people would
have seen her nakedness.  If she did not someone might stop his car, and
steal the clothes.

   As soon as the boy holding the girl's arms let her go, she ran into a
bedroom, and locked the door.  At this point, my sister ran outside to the
clothes, grabbed them, ran back inside the house, knocked on the bedroom
door where the girl was, and said, "Let me in, I have your clothes." When
the terrified girl opened the door, my sister rushed in, locked the door
again, and gave the girl her clothes.  As she put them back on, my sister
looked around for a telephone to call home.

   Because there was no phone in the room, my sister had to go back outside
to find one.  When she was in the hall again, one of the boys grabbed her
arm, and said, "Whoa, little lady, don't think you can do that and escape
punishment."

   "Let go of me, you trash!" my sister hissed at him.

   One of the other boys grabbed his hand away, and said, "Are you crazy?
Her brother will kill you." He let go of my sister.  She found a telephone,
and called me.

   When my sister told me that story, I was so angry, I wanted to drive
back and beat those three boys up.  I knew I couldn't.  Because of two
years of weight training I was probably, one of the strongest boys in the
school, including boys on the football and wrestling teams.  I was not one
of the best fighters.  I knew I could take one of those boys, maybe two. 
If I fought all three I would lose.  I would have liked to be able to count
on the assistance of the other two boys.  They were not my friends.  I
could not predict their response.

   I wished that I had invited the friend I had intended to see the movie
with to spend the evening at my house.  I had not thought of that when I
should have.  If the three boys had taken my sister's clothes off I would
have borrowed a gun from a friend of mine who had one.  They had left her
alone.  The other girl had been frightened and humiliated, but she had not
been physically hurt.  The three boys had respected her virginity.  They
did not tear her clothes when they took them off.  I kept telling myself
that I would be of no use to these two girls if I were lying unconscious on
the floor of that house.  Prudence conquered anger that night, making me
feel like a coward.

   I kept driving.  No one said anything for about ten minutes.  Finally,
my sister broke the silence.  "I thought you were going to see a movie with
your friend."

   "We're going to see it tomorrow."

   "When are you going to say, `I told you so'?"

   "If you hadn't gone to that party it would have been a lot worse for
your friend," I replied.  "I do have some advice.  First, don't go back to
that house unless you know the girl's parents are home, and unless they
apologize to both of you for what happened.  Second, I don't think either
of you girls should accept dates with those creeps."

   "That's for sure!"

   Years later, after my sister got married, her husband, who had become my
best friend, and I went to see a play.  After the play we went to a
restaurant and bar to discuss the play.  It was a cold, January night. 
Snow was falling.  The restaurant and bar had once been a nineteenth
century mansion, and was a cozy place to be in a snowstorm.  It contained
many rooms for drinking and dining.  Some rooms had a hearth.  Because of
the storm, business was slow.  My brother in law and I had a room to
ourselves with a fire in the fireplace.

   Over drinks and steaks we discussed the play for about a half an hour.
As the alcohol began to have an effect, the conversation segued to a
discussion of the woman both of us loved.  "You know, I never had the
occasion to say this," he began, looking at his drink.  He took a long
swallow.  "But I have always wanted to thank you for the fact that my bride
was a virgin.  That hardly ever happens any more.  A woman as beautiful as
your sister had to say, `No,' to quite a few men.  You must have been
protective with her."

   "I was."

   That exchange assuaged part of the guilt I felt about the unusual
relationship that my sister and I maintained until she began to date the
man she married.  We were discreet.  We were never suspected.  What we did
together gave both of us much pleasure and happiness.  But it was guilt
provoking, and properly so.  There was the fear of discovery.

   What my sister's husband told me enabled me to conclude (or at least to
rationalize) that if my sister's friend had been home that summer afternoon
when I was sixteen years old, her husband would have had nothing to thank
me for.

   THE END



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