Chapter 1

It isn’t just like you can turn to your sister and tell her that you want to have sex. No, it doesn’t work like that. But then again, if the ice is broken in that area, you can pretty much sleep with her if you want to. I came from a close family. My parents, before they split up, taught me and my sister that we’d always have each other. So we didn’t fight and we always could talk about anything. Heather is only a year younger than me, and when we introduced sex into the equation, it made us even closer. Heather and I are older now, and we’ve never been as close as we are today. We have our own lives, but we still find time for each other. We started back when I was only 16 and she was 15.

It was a late night and mom was working until close at her work, which meant she wouldn’t be home until really early the next morning. Our mother worked in a big business office. Heather and I decided to watch a movie until we went to bed. It was a hot night, and I sat down on the sofa in a pair of shorts and a wife beater, Heather must have had the same idea of keeping cool, because after her shower she joined me in a pair of tight bicycle shorts and her bikini top, with two large glasses of ice water in her hands. Heather looked like a lot of the girls her age, her tits were small, and she was slender. I set up one of the TV trays and we settled on the couch to watch the movie. I’m not sure what movie it was, but as it got further into the plot line, things got hot and heavy. I guessed this was normal for a rated “R” movie, but I couldn’t help to get hard from it, and as I reached into my shorts, to adjust my half hard cock, I glanced over at Heather to see her rocking her hips against the couch. It seemed as if I wasn’t the only one affected by the movie, Heather was defiantly horny. I watched as my little sister rocked her hips as if she were fucking a dick, and only grew harder.

There I was, a normal 16-year-old boy, looking at his sister who was barely dressed, horny as heck. What do you think I did? I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She kept her eyes glued on the screen but smiled. I moved down to her neck and kissed her on the neck, as she gave out a soft whimper. My hand instinctively reached down to her crotch and my fingers began to rub her through her bicycle shorts. She pushed her crotch against my hand, as I rubbed her most sensitive spot through her bicycle shorts and kissed her neck some more. She leaned over, laying down on the couch, and giving me a spot to lay behind her. I laid down behind her and continued rubbing her as I did. I could smell her as I laid behind her, and I moved my hand from her crotch up to the waistband of her bicycle shorts. This obviously got her attention, as she quickly slid her body up against mine, and grabbed my cock, swiftly removing it from my shorts, and pulling between her legs. My hand slowly slipped down her bicycle shorts, as she began massaging the head of my cock with her fingers. I soon reached what I was going after, her young pussy. I rubbed her lips, before discovering her entrance, and slowly slipped a finger inside, causing her to gasp. She let go of my cock and adjusted her body, pulling my free arm under her, and then pulling it around her body. What she and I were doing now, I had only dreamt and fantasized about. She rocked her hips against my hand, holding her legs tightly together, which jerked my cock. With my free hand, I found myself going up her bikini top and massaging her breasts. This must have turned her on, as she was now gasping and moaning. She reached back behind her, freeing my cock from her legs, and jerked it softly as my finger picked up speed inside her. Suddenly she stopped jerking me, and arched her back, as I felt a hot liquid enveloping my finger.

“Oh my god Josh.” She panted, as my finger had come to a stop. “That was amazing.” She whispered, smiling.

She pulled my hands from her body, pulled off her bike shorts, and top and rolled over to face me. My cock was now aching for attention, being at its max hardness. She pulled down my shorts and kept her eyes on my cock as she began to jerk it.

“You know this is my first time, holding a guys’ thing in my hand.” She said.

She began to jerk it a bit faster, which had me panting in no time at all.

“You like that?” She asked me, looking into my eyes.

Here I was, my sister next to me, jerking me off, just after being fingered for the first time by a guy. I had been through the sex-ed classes and lectured by mom on what I was supposed to do when having sex, not to mention the movies I had seen over at Johnny’s house. I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her hard on the lips, making her move her hand so our privates were touching, and rolled over so that I was on top of her.

“Josh? What are you...” she began to ask, but stopped to gasp, as I began kissing her neck again, as I undid her bikini top, and threw it to the ground with most of the rest of our clothing.

She got what I was thinking, wanting to feel her naked body under my own, and pulled off my wife beater, and tossed it to the ground. I admit I was new at this as she was, only knowing what I had seen in videos, magazines, and sex-ed. She took my cheek in her hand and led my face to hers, and we kissed passionately, our hips rocking against each other. We rocked our hips faster and faster, gasping and panting before I thrust my hips hard against hers, my seed shooting out onto her stomach and lower chest, just below her breasts.

“What? Why did you stop?” She asked, before noticing the hot goop on her. “What’s that?” She asked, as she stopped rocking her hips, as I lifted myself up a bit more to let her examine what I had done.

She took her left hand and began moving the goop into a pool on her upper stomach.