Subject:     My Sister Michelle
Story codes: mf oral incest brother sister
Author:      Michael Rand <entheo89@yahoo.com>
Posted By:   Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Hi Kelly, 

I've been reading your thoughts on incest, which have helped me sort of 
reconcile some of the things that I did with my sister when we were younger. I 
think the main reason why I am no longer attracted to my sister is that (and 
this may sound superficial) she has been battling with a weight problem since 
about the age of eighteen. I've had to reconcile this with the memories I have 
of her as this graceful, skinny little girl that could pull off being awkward at 
the same time. We've talked about her weight problem in the past. I think she 
looks to me because I have been able to keep myself in fairly good shape and 
most people tell me I look younger than I really am. But I don't care about 
that. I love my sister, but the things we did in the past seem to be stuck 
there. Honestly, I have not had the desire to rekindle anything with her now, as 
she is married (working on her second husband) and has two kids.  Although she 
still has that same smile that I loved when we were younger!

I suppose some of my attempts to write stories about her and me come from this 
nostalgic desire to reclaim the innocence of what we did together.  There were 
no games, misleading words, or acting contrary to how we felt. We simply let it 
happen. I suppose with age we all get a little cynical, and I miss that youthful 
inexperience that made it fun.

Currently I'm working on my thesis and some poetry, and so my writing energy has 
been diverted to those tasks. However, I'm hoping to write a few more short 
clips involving me and my sister.

So here is my story, if you can call it that, about me and my sister. It's more 
of a piecing together of several experiences.

Michael

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I had been interested in girls since I was about five years old. I have a memory 
of placing my head between the legs of a girl about my age as we played hide and 
seek. I also remember three sisters who lived across the street from me. They 
would often let me smell and kiss their feet. I believe this is when I first 
developed a foot fetish.

Much later, about the time I was ten years old, I began a relationship with the 
younger of my two sisters. Michelle would have been seven at the time. The older 
sister, Lauren, and I were not as close to each other. If I could find the word 
to describe her, it would be “glacial.” Michelle, however, had always been more 
open towards me and much more affectionate.  I had begun sneaking into her room 
at night because I had become afraid to sleep by myself. I suffered from 
terrible nightmares and could never get to sleep by myself. She would let me 
sleep in her bed, and even cuddle up to me. She had this curious sleeping 
position where she would lie on her back with her legs spread open. 

I remember becoming fascinated by her body. She was fairly skinny, but very 
graceful at that age. I felt very relaxed with her and often felt the need to 
touch her body. I began putting my hand on her crotch and rubbing her through 
her panties. Sometimes I would gently kiss her lips. I would do this just about 
every night that I slept with her. I would always leave her room just before it 
was time to wake up for school so my parents wouldn’t find out.

One day, as we were dropped off at school, my sisters and I were standing with 
some other kids waiting for the school day to begin. Michelle, being very open, 
grabbed my hand and told the other kids that I sometimes slept with her at 
night. My face got very hot, and I knew I was blushing. The other kids, 
especially the ones in my class, began making fun of me. I got really pissed at 
Michelle, and decided not to sleep in her room anymore. Now that I look back on 
it, Michelle had not meant to make fun of me, she had simply been a very open 
person. 

After two nights of not sleeping with her, Michelle came into my room and lay 
down next to me. I could feel her breath on me and then she grabbed my hand and 
put it on her crotch, keeping her hand on top of mine. We fell asleep that way.

Around the time I was thirteen, I developed a serious foot fetish.  Lauren had 
begun piano practice after school. So the school bus would drop Michelle and me 
at the corner of the street and we would walk the rest of the way home. We’d get 
home, sweating because of the heat, and just sit in front of the TV relaxing. 
Sometimes Michelle would complain that her feet hurt from having to walk home. 
It wasn’t that long of a walk, so I think she just liked to whine and give me a 
hard time. Even though I had repeatedly felt her pussy before when we slept 
together at night, I felt a little weird about telling her that I’d give her a 
foot massage to make her feel better. It wasn’t so much the massage that 
bothered me, but the fact that what I really wanted to do was suck on every one 
of her toes. I thought she’d think I was weird. But she said it was okay. As I 
took her shoes and socks off, I noticed the stickiness of sweat and the faint 
smell of feet that had been in shoes all day. I believe that is what excited me 
the most: the fact that my pretty little sister had sweaty, smelly feet. It may 
seem strange, but I liked that she could be dirty and cute at the same time. She 
would watch me with a faint smile on her face that suggested she couldn’t 
believe, but was glad, that her big brother liked her so much that he would suck 
on her toes instead of teasing or making fun of her.

I was jerking off pretty heavily at this time and many of my fantasies focused 
on Michelle. My friends and I had been circulating porn magazines between each 
other (this was long before the internet). One day I was in the back yard 
reading a mag and jerking off. Sometimes I would get these crazy ideas about 
jerking off in the back yard and maybe being watched by the cute girl who lived 
next door.  I was sitting behind a tree oblivious to everything but my cock. I 
was pumping pretty fast when all of sudden I heard “What are you doing?” 

I immediately put my hands in my crotch and turned around to see Michelle 
standing by the tree just staring at me, still in her school uniform, with this 
wild look on her face as her eyes burned a hole in my crotch. I jumped up and 
turned away from her, zipping up my pants and walking real fast into the house. 
Michelle was practically tripping on my heels as she followed me inside. 

I got to my room and was about to shut the door when Michelle pushed herself in 
between the door and started babbling “Why are your pants sticking out? What 
were you doing with your weenie? 

Just hearing her say that word freaked me out as it reminded me how young she 
was. “Can’t I come in?” she said as I pushed her out from between the door. 

“You touch me down there when we sleep together. Why can’t I touch you?” was the 
last thing I heard as I slammed the door shut. I’d never seen her act so wild 
before. I think she was as turned on as a ten year old girl could be.

I immediately lay down on my bed, unzipped my pants, and furiously jerked off. 
Various images of Michelle erupted in my mind. I saw her naked with her ass in 
my face, spreading her cheeks. Then her toes were in my mouth. Then she was 
French kissing me while I used her panties to jerk myself. Then I was watching 
her go the bathroom. It was bizarre to say the least. But before I knew it I was 
ejaculating a flood all over myself.

That night at dinner as my parents talked to us about our school day, Michelle 
kept looking at me every time she took a bite of food or sipped her juice and 
then I’d turn away completely embarrassed. No matter how cool I tried to act in 
front of my parents, she kept looking at me as if I couldn’t hide anything 
anymore, like I was a body she needed to explore and my act of coolness couldn’t 
prevent her from getting what she wanted. I really felt intimidated because I 
was cornered, and I was cornered because no matter how I tried, I also wanted 
Michelle more than any other girl I knew.

It was the next day, sitting on the bus on our way home that I knew there was no 
way I could hold off anymore. I had already been touching Michelle in her bed at 
night, but I never let her touch me because I was in control and not some little 
girl. But my cock was driving me crazy all the way to our bus stop. I was 
sitting by the window and Michelle next to me. Suddenly she put her hand on mine 
and I looked at her. She looked up at me with this matter of fact stare that 
seemed to say “I know what's happening.” I started shaking and my throat 
tightened. I looked at her again and almost started crying. Then she smiled at 
me and turned her head to look out the opposite window.

As the bus door opened, my legs trembled underneath me as I led Michelle off the 
bus and towards home. But really it was she who led me. Near our house there was 
an empty wooded field where all the boys would go and circle jerk to porn 
magazines. In front of the path, I stopped and Michelle looked up at me with a 
calm look. Why the hell was she so calm and I so fucking nervous?  The heat made 
us sweat and Michelle gripped my hand harder as I pulled her into the field. 

I brought her to a shaded spot under an oak tree and then I leaned against the 
tree. We just stared at each other as the crickets droned, their noise getting 
higher and higher. She was going to make me move first, I knew that. I just had 
to completely surrender. Making a loud swallow, I unzipped my pants and took my 
hard on completely out. Looking away I started jerking off, then I heard the 
brushing of grass as Michelle moved closer to me and knelt down in front of me. 
I felt her hot breath on my crotch as I kept stroking. The sunlight and sweat 
was almost blinding me and I kept blinking. Michelle, with her head cocked to 
one side, examined my cock as I stroked it, her eyebrows furrowed like she was 
in deep concentration. Then she put her hand on mine. I stopped for a brief 
moment and looked down at her. She just stared back up at me. In my mind I 
called her a bitch for being so in control of herself while I was raging inside. 
I thought to myself, “Fuck, Michelle, just jump me, lick me, do something! Don’t 
make me do it all!”  Then I took my hand away and she wrapped her hand around 
the shaft. I put my hand on top of hers and moved both our hands in a stroking 
motion. Then, after a few minutes, Michelle resisted and kept her hand still. 

I looked down at her and she said, without blinking, “You can take your hand 
off. I know what to do now.” 

As she stroked me, I started babbling nonsensically, “I love you! I want to kiss 
you! Let me suck on your toes! I want to look at your butthole! I want to fuck 
you! That feels so good…!” As she listened to all this her eyes just kept 
getting wider and her breathing got real heavy, in unison with mine. I don’t 
think she understood half of what I was saying, nor did I.    

This was the first time Michelle ever jerked me off. God, she looked so pretty 
kneeling down in front of me! She had those freckles on her nose, complimented 
by beads of sweat from the mounting heat, and her hands, they were sticky from 
not having been washed. I seem to remember being turned on by the fact that her 
hands were sticky and her fingernails had dirt under them. This mixture of 
sweetness, physical beauty, and dirtiness had become a common erotic theme for 
me.

As I began to cum, I had not warned her. My sperm shot onto her face. She turned 
away as my cum hit her cheek and chin, dripping onto her school blouse. Her face 
was already red from the frantic pace and the heat, but it turned crimson as she 
punched me in the stomach, jumped up, and ran off towards home with cum on her 
face! I followed her home. 

I found her in her the bathroom wiping her face and smelling the towel to see 
what it was that I did on her face.  She saw me and yelled “You peed on my face 
or something! That’s gross!” I didn’t know what to say except “Don’t tell mom 
and dad, okay?” 

“Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not my boss. I can do what I want,” she 
yelled. Then she slammed the bathroom door.

That night I was so worried she would tell our parents what we did when they got 
home from work, but she didn’t.  At dinner that night, again there were the 
furtive glances between us. I noticed that she kept touching her face and 
looking at me.  Just before her bed time, she stepped into my room, looking back 
to see that no one was near her. 

“I want to do it again, but don’t pee on my face.” Then she left. 

Some days later, I found myself in Michelle’s room after school. She had not 
even tried to give me a hand job since the first disaster, and I was kind of 
intimidated to ask. It was curious to me that I felt intimidated by her. After 
all, she was three years younger than me, I was definitely stronger, and of 
course smarter (so I thought). It was certainly not her gentle nature or 
affection that frightened me. I remember kneeling in front of her, both of us 
naked, as she sat up on her arms on the bed. Her legs were spread and I remember 
moving my face toward her pussy, but I had no idea what I was going to do once 
my face was there. Michelle watched as if waiting to see if I would do something 
right. As I moved my face closer, the smell hit me. Again, the tension between 
her physical attractiveness and personal hygiene aroused me. But the actual 
smell was too much. I am not embarrassed to talk about this because personal 
hygiene is something one becomes increasingly aware of as one gets older. So I 
am not criticizing my sister by stating that her pussy smelled. 

When Michelle saw my reaction, I believe she figured what was going on. She 
immediately put her hand in her crotch and lifted it to her nose. She winced and 
looked at me with wide eyes. She told me to follow her to the bathroom. There I 
watched her get a wash cloth and, without any shame or embarrassment, wash her 
pussy with soap and water.  We went back to her room and I kissed a pussy for 
the first time in my life.

Then it dawned on me why Michelle had been so angry at me for ejaculating on her 
face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it (I would find that out later), it was 
that I had not asked to do something like that for the first time. I had not 
asked her if it was okay for me to cum on her face. Perhaps boys, and men, feel 
like they have the right to cum in or on whatever they want. But I realized what 
had intimidated me about Michelle. She, at least in the case of sexual activity, 
was much more aware and sensitive to the needs of her partner, even at ten years 
old. I was an awkward and self-centered thirteen year-old boy who had something 
to learn from his little sister. That really turned me on: the false sense of 
authority or control that is challenged or stripped away by someone who is not 
perceived to have power. I think after that, I had really wanted to become 
Michelle’s slave.

THE END


  
Michael Rand - My Sister Michelle (mf oral incest brother sister)