   m/g Pedo. Incest Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
   
  Shove It
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   "Shove it up your ass!" she screamed at me.
   "What?!?" I raised my eyebrows to show my disbelief. I had no idea where my ten-year-old sister had learned that 
phrase.
   "Just because you're thirteen doesn't mean you can boss me around."
   "Mom left me in charge, and you had better never say that to me again," I warned, trying to sound adult-like.
   "I'm old enough to take care of myself. I don't need you."
   I looked over to where she had accidentally spilled the entire pot of spaghetti down the garbage disposal side of the 
sink. "You ruined dinner and wasted all that food. Now I have to start all over again. Get upstairs and do your 
homework. Now!"
   "Asshole!"
   "What? I don't have to take from you. Go. Now! Or I swear I'll beat you."
   "Shove it up your ass!"
   I exploded in movement. In a tenth of a second I had a fist full of her shirt, and I dragged her to the living room. At 
first, her face showed terror, but then she was fighting and cussing, trying to get away.
   "Let go of me you asshole! I'm telling mom! Fuck you!" 
   It was easy to ignore her desperate insults now, because I knew she was afraid. I turned and faced her belligerent 
glare. Easily, I bent and grabbed her waist and lifted her skinny body into the air. Then I sat down and she landed with 
her stomach across my knees. I made it obvious that I was going to spank her like a three year old. No one had done 
this to her in years.  
   My little sister's spitting rage reached its peak. "I'll kill you! Don't touch me! I swear to God I'll kill you! You 
fucking asshole!"
   I slapped her bottom as smartly as possible. I couldn't use my full strength or I would probably break her bones. 
The loud whack echoed through the house frighteningly. 
   "Owww," she wailed, "You hit me! You're hurting me! I'm going to tell mom!" 
   It was bullshit. My determination turned to frustration. My hand barely stung and I knew I hadn't caused enough 
pain for this sudden dramatic change of screaming. She was sobbing now, but I knew that there wouldn't be any real 
tears. I remembered every time our parents had spanked me. I was all drama and symbolic, and didn't really hurt, and 
never really changed anything.
   I smacked her bottom twice more, using more speed and a little more strength each time. 
   "Owww, it hurts. It hurts. Stop it. Please stop. I won't ever do it again."
   My parents might buy that lie, but I knew how my sister reacted when she was in real pain, and this was nothing 
like that. I wished I had a stick or a hanger. I had never been spanked with a hanger, but I heard that it really hurt. My 
little sister had told me to shove it up my ass and that had stung me. I didn't ever want to hear that again, ever. She 
should feel how much it hurt to hear that from her. I don't remember if I thought it was a good idea, but I did 
something. It just happened.
   I reached up under her short dress and hooked my fingers into her tights and underwear. Too easily, I yanked them 
down to just below her butt.
   She gasped and choked on a sob. "Whaa? What the fuck are you doing?" The tone of her voice was completely 
different, and now it was real. 
   I would like to think that I was going to smack her bare bottom, but her words "shove it up your ass" were too loud 
in my head. With my forefinger, I pushed into the crack of her butt, felt a tight ring of muscle, and wiggled my finger 
into it.
   My little sister let out a long horrified scream. It was real and filled with terror and pain. This was something she 
would she would not forget. Angrily I wiggled my finger deeper inside her. I could feel her squishy poop and ran my 
finger along the soft walls inside her tight tunnel. Her real scream continued to wail at the top of her lungs.
   I popped my finger free. I then pushed her off my knees and she rolled over and landed on her butt on the floor. 
Instantly she had pulled her tights up around her waist. Real tears streamed down her face and the expression of shock 
and bewilderment was etched there.
   "Oh My God!" She screamed at the top of her lungs without actually looking at me. "I'm gonna tell mom!" She 
spun over and lunged to run from the room and up the stairs. "I'm gonna tell mom!"
   "Fine!" I yelled my bluff after her. "Tell her what you said to me and tell her what you did to dinner!"
   She continued to wail as she ran down the upstairs hallway and slammed her bedroom door closed with all her 
strength.
   
   I sat there and considered my stinky finger. It was all her fault. I was in charge and she deserved to be punished. 
   I didn't know whom I was lying to. I was in deep deep trouble and I knew it. I had raped and my little baby sister's 
anus with my finger.
   It wasn't sexual. I hadn't really exposed or even noticed her bare butt. Maybe it wasn't really that bad? Maybe she 
would be more afraid of being punished again by my parents for what she said to me?
   No, I was in deep shit. I might even end up in jail. But, there was nothing I could do. I got up, washed my finger 
thoroughly, and started making spaghetti again
   
   Mom came home at five thirty and dad at six. I tried to act as though there was absolutely nothing wrong. I had 
even taken extra care when I set the table and washed the pans. Mom had a bad day at work and dad didn't ever want to 
be bothered with anything. If they noticed anything was wrong, they didn't say anything. That would all change as soon 
as my sister came downstairs.
   "Baby, dinner's ready. Get down here," mom called up to her.
    There was no response. Nothing. Soon mom would go up to her room and I would be just as dead. I found myself 
learning to pray to God again.
   Then I looked up and her skinny form was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She walked toward the dinning room 
table, and purposely did not look at me. We all took our seats and began to eat. My sister wouldn't look at me and I 
certainly didn't want her to catch me looking at her. It was only a matter of minutes before she blurted out her 
accusations anyway.
   Mom glanced over at her daughter while reaching for the peas. "You're awfully quiet. Is there something wrong?" I 
thought I would die from the stress of hiding my guilt.
   My little sister looked down at her plate and mumbled a quiet, "no"
   "Well you seem a little depressed," mom looked at her with concern.
   Then dad interrupted mom with a question about his doctor's appointment. Mother's attention turned and never 
returned to her wounded daughter. That was just the way my parents were.
   After dinner, my sister disappeared into her room and I disappeared into mine. That sometimes happened on 
weeknights. My parents were always glad for a break from dealing with us.
   The next morning I had to get up at six as usual to get to my swim class by seven. I had to start school early so I 
could get off by two, just so I could take care of my little sister. I was supposed to walk her home every day.
   I was waiting outside her classroom when she came out and she began walking next to me without talking to me. 
   "You shouldn't have done that," she sniffed.
   "I know. I'm sorry. I just got so mad when you said that to me."
   "Said what?"
   I was desperate to justify myself. "You know. Shove it up,, you know. I just wanted you to know how much that 
bothered me."
   "You won't do it again?"
   I exhaled in relief. She would forgive me. "I'll never do it again." I don't know why, but I added, "Just don't ever 
say that to me again."
   
   The rest of the evening went well and we were family again. The next day did not go so well though. 
   "Fuck you."
   "Fuck me? You're the one who ate all the cake. What are we supposed to have for desert?" I screamed back at her. 
   "I can eat whatever I want!" she screamed.
   "Not everybody else's food! Now what am I going to tell mom and dad?"
   "You're an asshole!"
   This was not going well and I was getting too angry. "Get up to your room before you say something you really 
regret," I warned her in a dangerous normal volume voice. 
   "Shove it up your ass!"
   Those were the words. I couldn't stand it. She knew that. She knew what would happen. I promised not to do it, but 
only if she never said that again. She broke her word knowing what would happen. Now it had to happen.
   She turned to run as soon as the words broke from her mouth. She knew what I would do. It didn't matter. In ten 
steps I had caught her and threw her over my shoulder. She was screeching, but I knew her real screams, and these 
were not real.
   It was just three steps to the couch and I was tossing her across my lap. This time she was wearing just a T-shirt and 
loose pants. I pulled her pants down and her screams still were not real, even though she knew what could happen. I 
remembered how I had not noticed her butt before, but now I saw the soft curve of her white butt muscle as it stuck up 
in front of me. 
   I also remembered thinking later about how my dry finger must have hurt her. This time I spit quickly on my finger 
before shoving it easily into her stinky hole. 
   She screamed again in shock and surprise. They were real screams, but not as desperate or intense as before. I 
didn't feel any poop this time, but I searched the inside of the walls of her secret tunnel. She wasn't screaming like 
before, so I pulled my finger almost all the way out and shoved it in again a couple of times. I could feel the warmth of 
her soft insides around my finger. The knuckles of my hand pressed up against the soft flesh deep between her thighs, 
and I knew that I wasn't supposed to be touching a girl there either.
   Finally, I knew that I had gone too far again. I stopped and let go of my screaming sister. She immediately crawled 
off my lap and pulled up her pants. She then sprinted for the stairs without looking back. I didn't hear her slam her 
bedroom door this time. 
   Now that she was gone, I considered my stinky finger. I had promised never to do this again, and that hadn't lasted 
two days. There was something else wrong. My pecker stuck up painfully against my pants in my lap. That didn't mean 
I was turned on by what I did to my sister. It was just an accident, something to do with the warmth on my finger.
   
   At dinner, I didn't think anything would be said, and nothing was. My baby sister even glanced up and our eyes met 
once or twice, but I didn't know what that meant. I knew she shouldn't forgive me again, but somehow I was sure she 
already had.
    
   All the next day I wondered about my ten-year-old sister. She wasn't ugly, and she did have a nice tit-less kid's 
body. She wasn't fat and her long sandy blond hair was very pretty. 
   I didn't know what I was thinking. I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed her friends. They were always wearing 
tight tank tops and super short shorts. All of them wanted to look like the sexiest girl on Hannah Montana. There were 
many times I had caught myself wanting to stare, but then I was thirteen years old and even a Nike ad could get me 
turned on. 
   All my life, my little sis has been nothing but a pain. Most of the time, I wished she had never been born. But now 
that had changed. Somehow, when I thought of her now, it was with softness and excitement, and my pecker hardened 
against my extreme objections. 
   I waited outside her school. She came out of her classroom and looked at me like nothing was wrong. 
   "I'm sorry." I decided to start it off first.
   "It's okay," she blew it off like it was nothing and walked past me.
   I couldn't believe it and I lamely began to follow her home. We walked together, talking about stuff, but without 
the usual combativeness and irritation.
   
   That afternoon I should have seen it coming. We had been too nice to each other and I guess I knew I was pressing 
the wrong button. She hated doing her homework.
   "Go do your homework," I said without thinking.
   "Shove it up your ass." Her statement lacked the vehemence and anger from before. She knew what it would mean 
though.
   It was obvious she was challenging me to do it again, but for the life of me, I could not understand why. I knew 
how I felt though. Deep inside, I felt the thrill of wanting to see her bare butt again. I wanted to touch her and bury my 
finger inside her firm little body. But that would be ridiculous, I wanted to believe, I was just punishing her.
   I stood up and she didn't run, so I herded her toward the couch. She was wearing a t-shirt and bright pink shorts. 
She stood sideways to me as I sat, and I pulled her shorts down. I pretended not to see the small area of bare white skin 
revealed in front, below her belly. I then sat down and lifted my little sisters limp body onto my lap, and my stiffening 
cock. 
   She still hadn't said anything. I spit thickly onto my long middle finger. I wanted her to really feel it deep inside her 
this time. Slowly, taking my time, I spread her little butt cheeks and looked down at her tightly clenched little brown 
hole. It was amazing something as big as my finger could fit in there, but then I reasoned, bigger poops than that came 
out.
    My little sister gasped as I touched her hole with my finger, but she made no other noise. As I began to slowly 
wiggle my finger around and force it in, she let out a loud wail. It wasn't a scream. It sounded more like she was on a 
carnival ride. It didn't sound like she was hurting or wanted me to stop.
   Slowly I began to push my finger in and out, going deeper each time. I was experimenting to see if I could do it 
without actually hurting her. I couldn't lie to myself any longer. We were being incredibly naughty and this had 
nothing to do with punishment. 
   I should have stopped, but I didn't want to. While I sunk my long middle finger deep into her ass, my two lower 
fingers slid against the soft flesh underneath. I was touching my own little sister down between her legs where her dick 
should be. Her back arched when I slid my fingers roughly against her softness there, but I don't think it really hurt her. 
I wanted to see what I was touching, but I was also enjoying what I was doing already.
   She was making little girl grunting sounds, but nothing that sounded like she was in pain. She was wiggling and 
squirming, but not trying to get away. I didn't know what this felt like to her, but I had been masturbating myself for a 
couple years now. I guessed that might be what I was doing to her. She didn't have a dick. Was I masturbating her? I 
didn't know if I was doing it right. I wondered if she could have the same shuddering orgasm, or if she just enjoyed this 
and it never stopped. How would I know when to stop?
   I continued to thrust my finger into her tight little asshole while rubbing her soft flesh underneath. Her breathing 
was getting shorter and she was gasping more. Her little body was beginning to tighten. I was enjoying making her feel 
good, and I pushed her faster and faster.
   Suddenly she surged forward, off my finger. "Stop," she pleaded while trying to catch her breath. 
   It had caught me by surprise, and I was shocked, but I could understand. She was frightened and afraid of what was 
happening to her. I raised my hand and waited for her to catch her breath. Then she rose up onto her knees and pulled 
up her shorts. Slowly she climbed off, and without looking at me, she walked slowly to the stairs. 
   So I sat there with my dirty wet finger, and a painful bulge in my lap. The last two nights I had been too scared to 
play with myself in the shower. I knew I would make up for it tonight. All I could think about was the soft flesh I had 
felt with my fingers, and the grunts and wails she had made.
   
   That night we both came down from our rooms and watched TV with mom. My sister looked at me often, and 
sometimes strangely, but she never gave any clue that anything had happened between us. I wondered what would 
happen the next time we were alone together. I had trouble hiding my boner all evening.
   The next day I couldn't think of anything else and couldn't wait to see my little sister after school. As soon she 
came out of her classroom and saw me, I knew that things would never be the same between us again. Her whole face 
lit up, and then she bit her lip and looked down at the ground. I knew what that look meant. I had seen it in old movies. 
My little sister was in love. She was in love with me. 
   I should have been disgusted. I should have pushed her to the ground and laughed at her. Maybe I should have run 
away. I couldn't do any of those things. I couldn't imagine hurting her. I guess I was in love a little too. She was 
beautiful and sexy. She could be fun, loving, and full of energy. When she was a brat, she was horrible, but when she 
wanted to, she could be a sexy angel. 
   She began to walk beside me, and there were hundreds of things I wanted to talk about, but most of them didn't 
seem important enough to say. Everything that was important to say, was embarrassing and dangerous, and I didn't 
want to upset our special feeling. So I just kicked rocks and glanced often at her. She glanced often at me too, but she 
didn't say anything either. It was stupid and crazy, but it also felt very wonderful.
   As soon as we got to the house, I put my stuff away and started making dinner. My sister was hanging around, 
mostly just watching me, and not saying anything. After a few busy minutes, I got organized enough that I had some 
free time. I looked over at my beautiful little sister.
   "Go do your homework," I said very quietly and held my breath.
   "Shove it up your ass," she responded just as quietly. She had been waiting for me to say something and I had been 
hoping for this answer. 
   I started to walk toward her and she turned and led me to the couch. Already my pecker was getting hard just 
watching her cute butt wiggle in her tight short shorts. 
   She stood by the couch and I knelt down so I could pull her shorts down. This time I pulled them all the way down 
to her feet, and my face was eye level with her pussy. I was disappointed to see nothing but a fold of bare white flesh 
between her legs. I wondered what it was that girls tried to hide so much.
   I was staring and I suddenly realized it. I looked up into my sister's eyes and her smile told me that she didn't mind. 
Relieved, I stood then sat down on the couch in front of her. 
   I thought she would crawl up and onto my lap, and maybe she started to, but then she reached down and her hand 
landed directly on my hard pecker bulge in my pants. I instinctively squirmed to get away, but it was no use. She had 
her hand squeezed around it and did not let go.
   "Show it to me?" she asked. 
   I wasn't prepared for that. I wanted to explore her body and I hadn't thought she would be interested in mine. It was 
only fair that I be exposed also, and really it was kind of exciting. I stood back up and undid my belt and my button and 
zipper. Just as I had done to her, I pushed down my pants and underwear together. Then I kicked off my shoes and 
kicked my pants off my feet. When I stood back up, it wasn't embarrassing; it actually felt even more exciting. I did 
feel a little funny to have just my shirt on, so I pulled it off also. 
   Now I was bare naked in front of my baby sister. My pecker was rock hard and pointed up a little at her upper 
tummy. She was staring at it and not moving. I let her stare and I let it wave in front of her. Then I sat back down on 
the edge of the couch. I leaned over and grasped the bottom of her blouse. Without any resistance, she raised her arms 
so I could pull it up and off her head. Now we were both naked and free to look at each other's bodies. 
   Her chest looked just like a boy's, with all the ribs and muscles showing, except for her nipples. Her nipples were 
larger and stuck out differently. For some reason, I wanted to touch and play with her nipples. 
    Her eyes had never left my hard dick and then she bent down to touch it, but she hesitated. I lifted my hips so that 
my pecker came closer to her hand, and was more exposed. She smiled and wrapped her tiny delicate hand around the 
shaft. 
   "Ohhh" It felt so good to feel her cool fingers caress my throbbing pecker. 
   "So this is what goes inside me?" she asked innocently.
   I gasped and jerked reflexively. I wasn't sure what sex was, but I knew it had something to do with that. Was my 
little sister asking me to have sex with her? Did I want to have sex with her? Were we going to have sex? Was this sex? 
The fear and excitement was enough to make my head explode.
   She was looking at me to see what was wrong. Maybe she was just asking about peckers in general and not 
specifically about mine being inside her. Still, deep inside me, I wanted it to be mine, but I wouldn't push her.
   "I think that it goes inside a woman, but I'm not sure."
   "Like in my ass?" she asked. Maybe unconsciously, she twisted her hips as though imagining what it would feel 
like.
   "I'm not sure." I had heard too many conflicting stories about what a pussy was.
   "Well, do you want to try?" she was intrigued by the idea.
   "Are you sure you want to?" My pecker was a little bigger than my finger, but it should fit. And, I really really 
really wanted to try it.
   My little sister nodded eagerly while smiling excitedly.
   "Okay, turn around." I wasn't sure what the right position would be, but access seemed easiest this way. She stood 
between my knees, facing the other direction. I worked up a big goober of spit and coated my eagerly throbbing pecker.
   "Okay," I said, "Sit down slowly."
   As she bent to sit in my lap, I spread her ass cheeks with one hand and guided my dick to its target with the other. 
As soon as my dick was nestled tight against her hole, she began to wiggle her hips, putting pressure on my pecker's 
head. I tried to hold the shaft to keep it from slipping up or down.
   Suddenly we gasped together as her weight dropped down an inch. The head of my dick was gripped painfully tight 
and she was whimpering in real pain.
   "I'm sorry," I gasped. "I didn't me..."
   She had begun to stand back up, but without her weight pressing down, the feeling was completely different. It was 
suddenly the best thing I had ever felt in my life. She must have felt it too because she paused. Then she pressed down 
a little. Then she pulled up a little. It felt unbelievably good to me. I think it felt good to her too.
   My little sister began to flex herself up and down on my hard dick and it began to slowly disappear into her. Her 
pumping bounces were becoming longer and faster. I was shocked when I felt the skin of her butt touch my legs. My 
iron hard dick was completely inside my sister.
   She must have realized it too, because she settled down all the way into my lap. We rested like that for a moment, 
with her leaning back against me, while I floated in the incredible sensation. Then I pumped my hips just a tiny bit, 
trying to get even deeper. I felt my sister's insides flex and squeezed my pecker a little. 
   It felt too good. I had to have some more. I hoped that she would forgive me, but I slid my hands around her waist 
and lifted her weight slightly. Then I thrust slightly while pulling her down. I did it again, but faster. I knew I might be 
hurting her, but I had to go faster, I had to get more. There was something in the way it felt that I would do anything to 
build on the sensations. 
   I began pounding my hard cock into my little ten-year-old sister's ass. I could only hope that she would someday 
forgive me. I felt the pressure in my balls building and I only needed a few seconds more.
   Then I heard her making the grunting sounds she had made before. She might even like what I was doing. It didn't 
matter though. I suddenly pulled her down hard against me and thrust as deeply into her ass as much as I could go. I 
held her tightly as I felt my sperm explode out the end of my dick and into her hot tight butthole.
   For half a minute, I held her tight to my chest as I shivered and clutched her. She didn't say anything or make bad 
noises. Then suddenly I was so tired. I collapsed and let go of her. She sat on my hard pecker for a few more seconds. 
   When she tried to get up, she whimpered in pain and jerked as my hard pecker slid free. I wanted to know how 
badly I had hurt her, but she just climbed off me, picked up her clothes, and walked upstairs naked without looking 
back. I knew that a load of my sticky hot sperm was buried deep inside her.
   I looked down at my evil nasty stiff dirty pecker. I couldn't understand how I kept hurting my kid sister just when I 
was learning to love her. I washed my dick and hands really well and made sure there was no evidence of my crime left 
in the living room.
   That evening, my sister seemed okay at dinner, even happy, but she moved very carefully. I watched her closely 
and saw her wince in pain when she sat or moved wrong. Other than that, she gave no indication that I had violated her 
innocent body for my own disgusting needs.
   
   The next afternoon we talked on the way home, but not about the important stuff. I couldn't believe she was okay 
with my abusing her. After I had dinner started, I looked at her, where she sat watching me quietly. 
   "Do your homework?" I asked quietly, trying to understand.
   She hesitated. "Shove it,, up your,, ass." I could tell she wasn't certain. Before I could figure out what it meant, she 
turned and walked to the couch. By the time I got to her, she was pulling off her clothes. I did the same.
   I still didn't know what to say, or even what it was we were doing. She was staring at my stiff pecker again so I 
stepped forward so she could hold it. 
   Every nerve in my dick sang in pleasure at her lightest touch, but it was also comforting for my heart that she was 
forgiving it. She was very interested. She started playing with the hole in the end but I squirmed because it felt too 
weird. 
   When she reached under and began to feel my balls, I sighed in deep pleasure. She looked up at me and smiled at 
that. I quickly stepped back and sat on the edge of the couch and leaned back. Then I spread my legs wide, inviting.
   My sister stepped between my legs and knelt before my dick that was now pointed at the ceiling. She lay her cool 
hand directly on my ball sack, and again, I couldn't stop a deep sigh. Then she began to roll my balls around. When she 
I got too rough, I would tense up, but I couldn't yell at her after all the pain she had suffered for me.
   When she started exploring my dick again, sliding the skin on the shaft and playing with the head, I felt the burning 
hard needs rise in my belly. I didn't want to have to fuck my sister in the ass again.
   I sat back up and she stood up, not knowing what I was doing. I didn't know what I was going to do either. There 
she stood, completely naked in front of me. 
   I looked into her eyes. "You saw mine. Can I see,,?"
   I didn't need to finish. She turned and sat beside me. Then she spread her legs wide and even lifted her knees into 
the air. I had never seen her in such a vulnerable position, and yet she did it willingly.
   I quickly rolled off the couch and knelt between her slender thighs. Between her legs were the thick folds of skin 
that I had seen before, but now the folds were parted. Between the thick lips was a valley of frightening alien pink 
tissue. I moved my face in very close to get a good look and sis giggled in a good way. 
   At the bottom of the valley was a hole, but not her ass hole. This must be where my dick was supposed to go. But, 
it was puffy and small. I wasn't even sure if it was a hole, or how deep it went.
   Again, I looked into her face and she smiled at me shyly. I decided to stroke the outside of her pussy with my 
finger. She giggled, didn't close her legs, and then she moaned. She liked me touching her, maybe even as much as I 
liked her touching my pecker. 
   I began to rub the thick folds on the outside, and she liked that. When I touched her pink valley, the skin was sticky 
and she tensed in pain.
   I spit on my finger and tried again. This time my finger slid down her valley easily, and she tensed, but moaned in 
an unmistakable way. She liked it. I slid my finger up and down a few more times and had to add more spit. The way 
she reacted was like when I rubbed my cock, only better. 
   Soon I was sliding my finger up and down fast, and my little ten-year-old sister was beginning to arch her back and 
wail like she was on a carnival ride. When my finger slid to the top of her slit, there was a tiny bulge there that was not 
as pink as the rest of her valley. She would jerk as I rubbed over it. She didn't complain, but it seemed uncomfortable 
for her. 
   She started to gasp and hold her breath. I guessed that she would explode soon, like I did when I released my 
sperm. I could also see that she was a little scared and uncertain. I figured I had better ease up since I didn't want to 
overwhelm her. 
   I slowed down until she started breathing normally, and then I tried to explore the hole at the bottom. I stuck my 
finger in a little and she tensed up hard and cried out in pain. I stopped instantly, but as soon as she relaxed, I began to 
stroke her valley again. That made it better quickly.
   I again tried to explore the hole, but far more carefully. It was just too small and not even deep enough for the end 
of my finger. There was no way my pecker would ever fit in there. 
   But, with her knees in the air, I could see her tight brown butt hole easily. I spit heavily on my finger and pressed it 
against her anus. 
   She tensed a little, in pain, but she also moaned in pleasure. With one finger, I began to rub up and down her valley, 
while I forced my other finger into her ass hole. 
   In just a few seconds she was squirming, panting, and moaning. I paused to catch her attention. She looked up into 
my face. I brought my body up to hover over hers, and I looked into her eyes for her approval. My pecker was just 
touching her wet butthole. 
   She smiled excitedly. I knew that she would feel pain, but I could watch her face this way, and make sure it wasn't 
too much. I put one last big gob of spit up against her butthole and pressed my dick into place. Before I shoved, I began 
to slide my finger up and down her valley the way she seemed to like it. Quickly she began to pant and convulse a little. 
Her eyes closed and she seemed to be concentrating.
   I pushed with my hips firmly, so that just the end of my cock popped in. She convulsed hard and wailed like she 
was jumping off a cliff. I froze. After about ten seconds, she slowly began to wiggle her hips and started grunting. I 
pushed in a little more and she pulled her knees back further, as though she wanted more. 
   I gave it to her. I slid in all the way, until my scrotum was tight up against her ass. Then I pulled back slowly, and 
started to push in again. My little sister exhaled in a low-pitched whine that made me want to lose control and pound 
my cock wildly into her. I couldn't risk doing that. As it was, it was hard to keep rubbing up and down her slit quickly, 
while thrusting my entire cock into her slowly.
   We were having sex! It hit me like a hammer. I was thirteen years old and fucking my ten-year-old baby sister, 
right in our living room. There was no question that she was lost to her pleasure and I was about to lose it too. What we 
were doing was unspeakably bad and yet the best thing in my entire life. 
    I felt the surge come over me, almost painfully. My cock was trapped so tightly inside her. I wished I could thrust 
completely inside her and make the feeling last forever. 
   Furiously I began to stroke her pink slit while she began to screech and wail. I felt my eruption coming and I 
slammed my lap up tight to her butt and stayed there. She began to shake and convulse. My sperm burned the inside of 
my cock as it forced its way into her tight little body. 
   There was no surprise or fear this time, just the wash of feelings too good to ever be described. My little sis had 
locked up and wasn't breathing either. Then suddenly she sighed, soft and deep. Her eyes were still closed. 
   I could feel every bit of my sperm pumping into her and then the muscles in my hips began to relax. I also exhaled 
in a long sigh. 
   Maybe I should have pulled out, but I couldn't. It felt too right to press up against my sister's hot body. She opened 
her eyes and looked up at me. I could tell she was feeling the same fantastic warm sensations that I was. 
   I don't know why, I only know that I shouldn't have done it. Still, it was the best moment in my life. I leaned over 
and kissed my sister on the lips. My lips met hers and our mouths molded together. 
   She was so warm and soft it was like I had never known her before. In my defense, I wasn't kissing the sister I had 
always fought with and had to endure my entire life. This was a soft and beautiful girl, who I loved, and I wanted 
desperately for her to love me too.
    Maybe I was wrong. I finally pulled back after what felt like minutes. I looked into her eyes. I could see that she 
was confused, uncertain, and worried. Then she lifted her chin, her lips parted, and her eyes closed. She wanted me to 
kiss her again.
   My heart soared and I leaned into her again. I could feel my still stiff cock, still buried as deep as it could be, jump 
inside her. Our lips met and I sucked gently. She sucked back, carefully at first, and then hungrily.
   My hips moved and wiggled a little. The feeling was too intense, but also fantastically wonderful. She stopped 
kissing me and as soon as our lips parted, she groaned loudly in pleasure. 
   That was all the reassurance I needed. I straightened up and began to thrust into her ass in very slow motion. The 
skin of my cock was being pulled painfully. Quickly I worked up a thick gob of spit and caught it in my hand and 
spread it between us. Immediately the pain went away and the pleasure intensified. 
   Just as quickly, my little sister built back up to a high level of wailing and light convulsing. I could feel that I would 
last longer this time, so I enjoyed building up her reactions to the maximum. 
   For many minutes, I fucked my sister's tight ass. I varied the speed and length of my pumping into her, enjoying 
every single thrust. By the time I pushed myself over the edge again, she was wailing and crying out, her thin body 
shook and seized. 
   I pumped another hot load into her, and it burned painfully, but sweetly. As I finished, I wanted to collapse onto her 
body, but I settled for resting my bare chest against hers, and sucking softly at her barely responsive lips. 
   Soon my cock softened and slid from her still tight hole. She seemed to recover then and wrapped her legs and arms 
around me, clutching me to her. 
   "I love you" her breath nearly covered her barely audible words. 
   There was no lie anywhere in my body when I answered, "I love you too."
   
   Mom would be home soon, and I still had a lot to do. My sister must have felt my breathing change. She let go of 
me. I couldn't resist stealing one last soft kiss, and then I stood up from her frail beautiful body. 
   She finally closed her legs and winced in silent pain. I helped her up, she squeaked, and her hand grabbed her butt. I 
could imagine my dirty sperm leaking out of her. 
   Leaving her clothes behind, she began to hobble toward the stairs, squeaking and gasping while keeping her hand 
cupped under her butt. 
   I didn't have enough time, but I wanted to help her so badly. Quickly I grabbed our clothes, and while still naked, I 
followed her upstairs. I looked at the couch and carpet carefully, watching for any wet spots. Upstairs, the bathroom 
door was open, and I could hear my sister inside. She had never left the door open before. 
   I stepped inside to see my sister sitting on the toilet. She gasped slightly, I guess surprised to see me, but then she 
looked down at my naked body and relaxed. I dropped our clothes and grabbed a washcloth, and rinsed it with warm 
water. Then I began to wash to the creamy lather of my sperm and her poop off my dick. When I finished, I rinsed out 
the washcloth with soap. 
   By then my sister had stood up and grimaced as she wiped her butt. I walked to her and knelt by where she stood. 
Then I began to wash between her thighs, and she bent over and spread her legs so I could wash her incredibly sexy 
butt thoroughly. 
   "Did we fuck?"
   I stopped, shocked on many levels. We hadn't really spoken during all of this and now her voice seemed unreal. 
   I didn't think she knew this much about fucking. I didn't know that much about fucking. "I guess so," my answer 
sounded lame. "I think that real fucking is a little different, but I think that it is a lot like this."
   "Did you like it?" Her voice was innocent and sweet.
   "It was the best thing in the world. I thought I was going to die."
   "It has to be the best thing in the world. That must be why adults don't tell us about it," she decided.
   I could only smile and agree with her. I had been softly rubbing inside the crack of her butt, long after I knew that it 
was clean. She was enjoying it too. I just had to be really careful around her cute little butthole. 
   "Yah," I realized, "and if they find out we did it, we will probably end up in prison." I didn't know what the 
punishment really was, but I figured that prison would be the least of it.
   "Yah," she nodded in agreement and understanding.
   "Mom's going to home soon. I have to get dinner ready, okay?" with that, I patted her behind like an adult, and got 
up and left the bathroom. 
   
   Maybe someday I will tell you all the details of just how intense our prepubescent love became.
   
   We learned a lot over the next few days. Everyday I would tell her to do her homework, and she would sweetly tell 
me to shove it up my ass. We learned to kiss. We learned to use lotion. We had to learn to fight convincingly in front of 
our parents. 
   We learned many knew positions. I learned how to touch even the most sensitive parts of her body and only bring 
out pleasure. She learned how to rub my cock better than I could rub it.
   About a week after we started, I accidentally thrust into her from behind, but missed her little brown hole. I think it 
went into the other hole. She screamed in pain, but I rubbed her body in all the best ways to help her forget it. Later she 
told me that there had been a little blood.
   A week later, it accidentally happened again, but her cry of pain was more just surprise. She wanted me to try it 
again, and soon I was thrusting into her nicer hole. This was nicer and I thought it was real fucking.
   I don't think our parents ever understood why we actually got along so well. They didn't even question it when we 
got an apartment together when my sister followed me to college.
   
   