Subject:     My Sister Michelle
Story codes: mf oral incest brother sister
Author:      <name and address withheld by request>
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


  
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