It was the summer of 1961 and I was sleeping in. When I finally woke up, I needed to piss really badly. Of course, I had a piss hard on as usual. At sixteen, my dick didn’t know what soft was.

I headed to the bathroom, still trying to clear the sleep out of my eyes enough to walk without bumping into the walls. That’s when I heard Tina, my fourteen-year-old sister giggle. “What?” I asked her, honestly not realizing what she was giggling about.

“That must have been a great dream.” She giggled again.

The fog in my brain finally cleared enough to realize she was making fun of my hard dick. “It’s just a piss hard, runt.” Actually, she was hardly a runt any more. She still had a lot of baby fat on her face, but her body had developed a lot in the last year or so.

“What’s that mean?” She asked in a sincere voice.

I was just turning into the bathroom, and she was following me, obviously waiting on me to answer her inquiry. “Guys get hard in the mornings, and if they need to piss, it gets a little painful. It won’t go soft again until after they piss.”

I used my best technique for pissing with a hardon. I raised the lid and sat on the toilet, scooting way back so I could piss without pointing it down too much. I was mildly annoyed by Tina’s presence, but not enough to postpone what I needed to do. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

She giggled again, “That’s my current plan, yes.”

I rolled my eyes, “Knock yourself out.” And I turned my attention to my task. By the time I finished pissing, my dick had already shrunk to a semi hardon. I shook it, stood up, flushed the toilet, and pulled up my Jockey shorts. And then I looked at my younger sister, “Well, did that do it for you?”

“Do what?”

“Did you get off on watching me piss?”

She seemed to really be considering her answer, “I really couldn’t see much.”

As I pushed past her, I reached out and grabbed one of her very nice boobs through her flimsy teddy. “HEY!” she protested, slapping my hand away. I’d only done that a few dozen times over the past year, so I knew she didn’t really mind. In fact, I had long since come to the conclusion that she loved the attention her newly developed boobs were getting from me. And believe me; I’d been paying them plenty of attention.

I had seen one of her bras in the dirty clothes hamper, so I knew she was a B Cup. But on her tiny petite frame, they looked a lot bigger.

She was still behind me as I made my way back to my bedroom. “I know why you keep doing that.”

I barely glanced back at her, “Oh, why do you think that is?”

“Because you can’t touch the boobs on the naked women in your magazines you look at while you’re playing with your thing.”

Her words took me by surprise, so I turned toward her before crawling back into bed. “What would you know about that?”

She was standing in the door of my room, leaning against the door facing, “I’m not as naïve as you think. I know boys have to play with their thing when it swells up like yours did earlier. I know they like to look at pictures of naked women while they’re doing it, and I know you keep your magazines under a stack of sweaters in your closet. Mom knows it too. She says it’s normal for teenage boys to do that.”

That revelation caused me to raise an eyebrow, but I tried not to let it show. Just as I was sliding under my sheet, Tina walked over and sat on the side of my bed. I scolded her with my tone, “Will you please get out of here so I can go back to sleep?”

“How often do you do it?”

I knew what she was talking about, but I decided to play coy, “Do what?”

“Play with your thing?”

I turned the tables on her. If she was going to have this conversation, I was going to make her call things what they are. “I might answer that if you use the right words. It’s a dick, not a thing, and it’s called ‘jacking off’, not ‘playing’.”

Her face turned red, but she steeled herself, “Okay, how often do you jack off your dick?”

“Whenever I feel like it. Now, please leave me alone.”

“What makes you feel like it?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, “Different things. It depends on my mood. I’m a teenage boy. It doesn’t take teenage boys much to get in the mood to jack off.”

“When you grab my boobs, does that get you in the mood?”

“Sometimes.” I answered honestly. “If you didn’t slap my hand away so fast, it definitely would.”

She got to her feet and headed to the door. Just as she reached the door though, she turned and looked right at me, “Okay then, I won’t get mad when you do it.”

I finally rolled out of bed and pulled on some shorts before heading to the kitchen for some breakfast. I was surprised to find my sister there. She was still wearing that same flimsy teddy. “What would Mom say if she came home and saw you wearing that?”

“She’d probably ground me for a month.”

“Then why haven’t you changed into something more ... respectable?”

She turned to look me right in the eyes, “Because I know you like it, and it makes me proud when it gets you in the mood to pl--jack off your dick.”

I poured some milk into my bowl of cereal, “You don’t have to say ‘jack off your dick. When you say jack off, saying ‘your dick’ is redundant. It goes without saying what is being jacked off. And you don’t need to get all big-headed about your boobs getting a guy in the mood. They’re great, but they’d get a guy in the mood if they were half the size. Boobs are boobs.”

“You didn’t stare at them as much when they were smaller.”

“Sure I did. You were just too naïve to know it.”

“Wait! You just said you think they’re great. Is that the truth? Do you really think they’re great?”

My sister smiled and poked out her chest, “You haven’t really seen them—not like the ones in your magazines.”

“I don’t have to see them like that to know they’re awesome.”

I rinsed my bowl and headed for the door. I almost stopped in my tracks when she said, “You can see them sometime if you want.”

All of that talk about my sister’s boobs had my dick really hard. Fortunately, I was able to get out of the kitchen without her noticing. I didn’t need the assistance of my men’s magazines to help me jack off. My imagination was squarely focused on a vision of my sister standing in my room and pulling her thin teddy over her head. Would she really do that? Did she really not care if I grabbed her boobs now and then? She so much as invited me to do it. Should I?

There was only one way to find out. I got up from the bed and headed for my bedroom door. I decided not to pull my shorts back on. Instead, I walked out in just my Jockey briefs, my erection bulging proudly in front of me. The head had even grown out from under the elastic band.

Tina was at the sink drying the dishes. I tiptoed up behind her, reached around and cupped both of her awesome boobs. She practically jumped out of her skin. “What ... oh.” And she leaned back against my chest without trying to slap my hands away.

I couldn’t believe how firm and heavy they felt in my hands. I didn’t realize that I’d pressed my hard dick against her butt until she said, “You’re in the mood now. I can feel your dick.”

“Yes I am.” I said as I forced myself to release her and head back to my bedroom to finish jacking off.

As I was leaving the kitchen, I heard her giggle and say, “Glad I could help.”

I woke up and jacked off twice in the middle of the night, so when I finally woke up the following morning, I wasn’t hard. When I walked out of my bedroom, once again in just my underwear, Tina was sitting on the top step of the staircase.

When she heard me, she beamed a smile, “I’ve been waiting on you.” And then she glanced down and her smile turned into a pout, “Why aren’t you hard this morning?”

“I guess because I jacked off three times last night.” And I turned into the bathroom and stepped up to the toilet.

I had to chuckle when my sister hopped up on the counter beside me and watched intently. I needed to piss too badly to protest, and I began a couple of seconds later.

“Oh Wow!” Tina exclaimed, “That is too neat. I’ve seen you do it before, but I was always behind you, so I couldn’t actually see it. I wish I had a dick so I could do that. I’ve tried it in the shower, but it just ends up running down my legs.”

Her admission struck me as funny so I let out a chuckle. “It’s nothing special. It’s just the way boys piss.”

“I love watching you do it anyway. One of these days, you’ll have to let me aim it.”

I laughed as I shook the last drops from my dick, “You’d probably make a mess all over the floor.”

“No I won’t, but if I do, I’ll clean it up. Please let me do it next time.”

She was following me down the stairs, “It won’t work.” I told her.

“Why?”

I turned at the bottom of the stairs to look at her, “Because, if you touch it, it’s going to get hard and I won’t be able to piss standing up. I’ll have to sit down like yesterday morning.”

Her eyes widened, “Really? That fast—just from me touching it?”

“Yep, now I’m going to have some cereal.”

“Has a girl ever touched your dick before?”

I chuckled again, “No, not yet.”

“Then how do you know it will get hard so fast you won’t be able to pee?”

“Trust me, Tina. A guy knows these things. And what’s with all the questions these past few days and your sudden fascination with my dick?”

“Well, who else should I ask? You’re my big brother. You taught me how to ride a bike, how to bait a hook, how to take a fish off the hook, and how to play tennis. Now I need to learn about boys, and the girls at school don’t know any more than I do.”

Wow! That put me on a huge guilt trip. After all, I’d been using her for my own gain. I hadn’t been trying to teach her anything. “I’m sorry, T. I didn’t know that’s what you wanted.”

We didn’t talk at all during breakfast, and not even while the dishes were washed and dried. Finally, I led my sister into the living room. I sat her on the sofa and I took a seat in Dad’s recliner. “Now, what do you want to know?”

She seemed genuinely shy for the first time. She had her hands folded in her lap and she was staring down at them. “Everything.” She mumbled.

I decided to be totally honest with her, “T, you know I’m a virgin, right?” When she nodded, I continued, “I don’t know that much more than you do.”

“Linda Taylor.” She blurted out.

Like most kids in Texas, I’d gotten my driver’s license after Driver’s Ed when I was fourteen. I’d started dating Linda just after I turned fifteen. I’d taken her to the movies a few times and we’d gone parking twice. “She taught me how to kiss, and she let me feel her boobs through her clothes.”

“She has big boobs.” My little sister said with a giggle.

“Yes she does.” I admitted, “But when I tried to get a better feel of them, she stopped me cold.”

Finally, my sister’s mood seemed to lighten, “I didn’t.”

Her comment went right over my head, “Didn’t what?”

“I didn’t stop you cold. So let me get this straight; mine are the first ones you’ve felt without a bra?”

I nodded, “Yes, but you still had on your teddy.”

“I wouldn’t have stopped you if you’d put your hands under it.”

“Hum, well I guess I was so excited to get to feel them through your teddy, I didn’t even consider trying anything else.”

She laughed out loud, “You were in too big a hurry to get back to your bedroom to jack off.”

When school starts, the boys are going to push you to do more. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I think it’s going to be fun.”

“Just don’t let them push you into doing something you’re not ready for.”

She showed me a sly grin, “Yes, Mommy.”

“Okay, that’s my advice, so what else do you want to know?”

“In the kitchen, when you had your hands on my boobs, it caused a really nice tingle between my legs. When you went to your room, I went to mine. Mom said it’s okay for a girl to play with herself when she feels that way, so I tried. I felt some great tingles, but that’s all. It got me thinking about what it would feel like to have your hands on me without my teddy. Maybe it would feel even better when I play with myself afterward.”

“Or during.”

Her eyes shot open, “You mean...”

“Sure, why not?”

“That sounds like a lot of fun.”

Our Mom usually only worked half a day on Friday, so we knew we shouldn’t risk trying anything right then. So I told her, “If you think about it all weekend, you’ll probably really be in the mood by Monday morning.”

She offered, “I can drink a beer after breakfast to help me relax.”

Dad kept a fridge stocked with beer in the garage. His only rule was that we couldn’t leave the house after drinking. “Sounds like a plan.” I told her.

I jacked off so much over the next three nights that my dick was tender. When I came out of my bedroom Monday morning, Tina was again sitting on the top step. There was an open can of Coors in her hand and an unopened can sitting beside her.

“I thought we were going to wait until after breakfast for that.”

She said with a giggle, “I couldn’t wait. Will you do me a favor before you go pee?”

“Sure, what?”

“Take off your underwear.”

When I did as she asked, she immediately pulled her teddy over her head and tossed it toward her bedroom. It wasn’t until she stood up that I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “Are you already drunk?” I asked her.

“Nope, not even a buzz yet, but I plan to work on changing that.

My dick was just beginning to stir, and seeing that, she stood up and said, “Oops, he’s waking up. We’d better hurry.”

“Hurry for what?” But she was already pushing me toward the toilet. When I was in position, she reached around me and slid her fingers around my dick. Holy Shit! That was the first time anyone other than me had touched my dick, and it felt amazing.

“Hurry before he gets hard.”

It took some concentration, but I finally managed to get my stream started. My sister let out a squeal, “Damn, I can feel it. It’s like a water hose.”

I could feel my dick already starting to swell, “Just watch your aim.”

“See” she said gleefully, “We got it done before he got too hard.”

“Uh, yeah, but you can let go of it now.”

“Okay,” she pouted and then reluctantly let her fingers release my now fully hard dick.

“Damn, it’s beautiful” she said when I turned around. “One last feel, please?”

I pretended to be bored, but I gave her permission. She wasted no time putting both hands around my dick. When she began moving her hands up and down in unison, she knelt down and grinned up at me, “Is this how you do it?”

I chuckled, “Not really, but what you’re doing feels great.”

Her grin widened, “Does that mean I don’t have to stop?”

I answered her by turning slightly and leaning against the counter.

This time, when she looked up, her expression was more needy, “If I keep doing this, will it shoot off?”

“Absolutely!”

“Then don’t make me stop, please, please, please.”

“Okay, but you’ll have to clean up the mess. Now, just tighten your grip a little.” I knew this was wrong. After all, she is my sister. Letting her hold me while I pissed was one thing, but this was sexual. I had to chuckle to myself at look of excitement and anticipation on her face. She never took her eyes off the end of my dick.

The feeling of her stroking me was incredible, and no more than a minute later, I warned her, “I’m going to cum soon. If you don’t move over to the side, you’ll get it all over you.”

She didn’t budge. She just kept stroking me, her eyes glued to the tip. Sure enough, the first blast of my cum splattered across her shoulder. And then she surprised me by correcting her aim. The next several spurts landed on her cheek, neck and boobs.

When I was finished, and without letting go of my dick, she surveyed herself and then giggled, “I made a big mess. Do you always shoot off that much?”

“Nah, usually about twice that much, but I jacked off three times last night, so...”

She finally let go of my dick and stood up. And then she looked me right in the eyes and said, “From now on, please don’t do that. When Mom and Dad aren’t home, he’s mine to take care of. I’ll hold him when you need to pee, and I’ll jack him off when you’re in the mood, even if I have to sneak in here in the middle of the night.”

All I could think of to say was, “Heaven help the boy who lands you for his girlfriend. You should finish your beer. Give me an hour to recuperate, then come to my room. Oh, and by the way. If you need to piss, come get me. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

It was only about thirty minutes when my little sister came bounding into my room. She was still totally naked.

“I’m sorry. I tried to hold out for an hour, but I need to pee really bad. You can watch if you want.”

I’m not sure why the idea of watching her pee appealed to me. So, I followed her into the bathroom. Once there, she said, “If you sit really close in front of me, I’ll try to give you a good view.”

When I was sitting, she scooted back a little, spread her legs wide, and then used her fingers to spread her pussy lips open. Almost immediately, a torrent of pee began gushing from her pussy.

I didn’t know all that much about the female anatomy, so I wasn’t sure where her piss was coming from, but I still loved watching it. I waited until she was finished to ask her.

She giggled, and then scooted forward, leaning back and thrusting her hips upward. This time, she spread herself open even further and I could see right down into her pussy.

“Can you see the small hole?”

I did, and I told her so. She giggled again and reached for some toilet paper to dab her pussy. And then she offered me her hand and I helped her to her feet. Again, she apologized, “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait an hour.”

I shrugged, “That’s okay. I loved watching you piss.”

That’s when she noticed that my dick was semi hard. I hadn’t even noticed. “You go finish recuperating. I’m going to go drink that second beer and then we can try that thing we talked about on Friday.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I really didn’t need any more time to recuperate, but I knew she was nervous about doing it, so I didn’t mind waiting. Just thinking about her masturbating while I played with her awesome tits had my dick fully hard.

I thought that thirty minutes was never going to pass, but then, she came into my room and sat beside me, facing me as best she could. A few seconds later, I had one of her beautiful tits in each of my hands. I was naked and on top of my blanket, so she slid one hand around my dick, and her other hand went between her legs.

Even after folding my pillow under my head, I still couldn’t really see her pussy very well. Finally, I stopped the action and had her get on her knees and straddle my stomach. Once in position, she reached behind her and gripped my hard dick again. This time, when she started playing with her pussy, I had a clear view.

She let out a moan when I started rolling her nipples between my thumb and finger. “Yes, keep doing that please, but harder.” When I complied, she let out another moan, “God! That feels nice. My pussy is feeling nice too. It’s really tingling.”

She was so into rubbing her pussy; she almost totally forgot about my dick. Every now and then, she would remember it and start stroking it again. I didn’t really mind.

After about ten minutes, I had an idea. I pulled her forward a little and put my mouth on one of her tits. Her reaction was almost instantaneous, “Fuck yes. That feels wonderful. Keep doing that.” And when I glanced down, I saw her fingers were really going crazy on her pussy. “God! My pussy feels really nice.”

It was probably fifteen minutes later when she stopped rubbing her pussy. “Whew! My pussy can’t take any more of that. The feelings are just too intense.”

I told her, “I’m not really sure, but I think that means you’re supposed to keep doing it until you have an orgasm.”

“I’ll try to do it longer next time, but I just have to stop for now. Besides, I want to concentrate on your dick now. I want to make you shoot off again.”

“It’s called ‘cumming’ not shooting off. You want to make me ‘cum’ again.”

She misunderstood and took that as a question, “Yes I do. More than anything.”

When she moved, I thought she was going to get off me, but instead, she just turned around so she could use both hands on my dick. She was sitting up almost straight, so I pulled her back towards my head and pushed her upper body forward. That caused a couple of things to happen. First, all of her upper body weight was concentrated on her hands, which were around my dick. Secondly, it gave me a great view of her pussy and ass.

I couldn’t resist running my fingers lightly over her pussy lips. I loved the way it felt, so warm and moist. I even trailed them over her pretty pink asshole. When she felt that, she said, “Ummm, that feels nice.” So I kept doing it. Her whole body stiffened when my fingers first touched her pussy, but she relaxed after a few seconds and let out a low pleasurable moan.

Every time my finger touched her asshole, she pushed backward a little. That caused me to grow a little bolder. I spit on my finger and put it firmly on her asshole. When she pushed back, I pressed my finger more firmly until the tip of it went inside her.

“Oh fuck yes! That feels wonderful. Please keep doing that.” And then she went right back to stroking my hard cock.

I was in heaven so I pressed harder. She let out a little moan that sounded like distress, but she still pushed back more. It wasn’t long until my finger was buried to the second knuckle in her ass. I didn’t want to risk hurting her, so I didn’t try to go deeper. Instead, I pulled it almost all the way out and pushed it in again. She moaned again, but this time, it didn’t sound like distress at it. It sounded like she was enjoying it.

I kept doing that, even while warning her that I was about to cum. When I did start cumming, I kept my finger in her ass but stopped moving it in and out.

Finally, she looked over her shoulder and said, “You didn’t cum as much this time, but I still loved it. You should take your finger out of me now so I can go get a washcloth.”

After Tina had us both cleaned up, she asked me, “Which finger did you use?”

When I showed her, she giggled while washing it.

And then she got up and headed for the door. “I’m going to get another beer.”

“Bring me one.”

A couple of minutes later, she handed me a beer and sat on the side of my bed again. I had readjusted my pillow so that I was half sitting and leaning against my headboard. She looked at my flaccid dick and giggled. “What?” I asked her.

She shrugged, “I just think it’s funny how your dick is so small and wrinkled when it’s soft.”

“Yeah well, that’s what dicks do.”

“I like it better when it’s hard and smooth.”

“I’m sure most girls probably do.”

And then her mood turned more serious, “Jay?”

“Yes?”

“I really liked what you did with your finger.”

I chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Maybe you could use some baby oil or something next time so you can put more of it in me.”

“You liked it that much, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever done that to yourself?”

“No, never.”

I was almost finished with my beer, so I told her, “I’m going to have to piss before too long.”

She got a look of panic on her face, “Wait as long as you can for me, please.”

“Okay, but why?”

“So you’ll really pee a lot.”

“Okay, then go get me another beer.”

When I finished my second beer, I told her, “It’s time. I can’t wait any longer. It’s starting to get painful.”

She jumped up and said, “Come on then. I don’t want it to be painful.” And she headed to the bathroom.

When I was standing over the toilet, Tina stepped up beside me and slid her right hand around my flaccid dick. “I can’t see very well when I’m behind you.”

That made sense to me so I told her so. I started pissing almost immediately. “Yes, this is much better. I love watching it come out and the way your dick feels in my hand.”

I chuckled, “I’m glad you enjoy it. I think you aiming it is kinda neat.”

“See, you’re not even getting hard.”

“That’s because I’ve already cum twice today.”

“When do you think you’ll be ready for me to jack your dick off again?”

“Probably not until later tonight”

“Okay, I’ll sneak into your room after Mom and Dad go to sleep. Wait on me, okay?”

“Okay”.

Sure enough, Tina entered my bedroom and closed the door behind her at a little past midnight. She immediately handed me a bottle of baby oil. I chuckled, “Hrm, I wonder what you want me to do with this?”

She just shot me a scolding look. “You know good and well what I want you to do.”

I decided to tease her a little, “Okay, then you have to tell me. Say it.”

She looked frustrated, “I want you to put your finger all the way in my ass.”

“I knew that. I just wanted to hear you say it.” I set the bottle aside, “I want some time with your tits before we get started.”

My little sister grinned and straddled my stomach facing me. “They’re all yours.”

After I kneaded her tits and rolled her nipples for about five minutes, I pulled her down closer to me so I could kiss and suck them. After about ten minutes of that, she turned around and grabbed my dick with both hands and stuck her ass in the air.

I immediately spread some baby oil on her ass and on my finger, and then I started working it inside her asshole. “Oh yes”, she moaned. “Go all the way in me.”

I did exactly as she requested, finally managing to get my finger buried to the hilt inside her. She kept pushing back against my finger and wiggling her ass a little. I got a little bolder, oiling up another finger and working it in beside the first. It was difficult and it made her stiffen up, but she kept pushing back.

“Oh my God!” She moaned as I started fucking her ass with both fingers.

Finally, I started gently rubbing her pussy with the fingers of my other hand. It surprised me when she released my dick with one hand and placed it on top of mine, forcing me to rub her more firmly. When I got the hang of it, she put that hand back on my dick and continued pumping it.

Soon, with me fucking her ass with two fingers and rubbing her pussy, she was moaning almost constantly. She started getting a little loud, so I had to admonish her to be quiet.

And then, something happened. My sister released my dick and pulled her ass away from me. She moved my hand from her pussy. She was just bent over moaning.

That’s when I felt something wet in my palm. I looked at it and saw a small pool of clear liquid. When I felt it with my fingers, it was very slick. Somehow, I instinctively knew it was cum.

I waited until Tina calmed down, and then I showed it to her. “Oh my God! Did I do that?”

“Yes, I think it’s your cum.”

“I knew something was happening. My pussy was feeling really nice and then it got really intense. I was just about to make you stop rubbing it when it happened. My pussy just kind of exploded. It felt really great, and the good feelings didn’t stop immediately. They kept going for a few seconds.”

“Tina, you came. This is your cum. Congratulations.”

And then she got off the bed and headed for the door. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”

When she returned and started cleaning my hand, she apologized, “Jay, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make a mess. It just happened.”

I chuckled, “Sis, don’t ever apologize for cumming. That’s what you’re supposed to want to do. It’s what I want you to do. I’m just glad I helped you do it the first time.”

After insuring that my hand and fingers were clean, she said, “Now, I want to concentrate on making you cum.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me.” So that’s what she did. I was really horny, so it didn’t take her long.

Before leaving my room that night, she leaned over me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. And then she purred into my ear, “Next time, try three fingers.”

I slept in the next morning until almost noon. When I headed to the bathroom, Tina was waiting on the top step sipping on a beer. I had a piss hard, which caused Tina to giggle and then pout. “Does that mean I don’t get to aim it?”

“There is one way, but it takes a little work.”

Her face beamed, “What do I have to do?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

Once we were both in the bathroom, I opened the shower curtain and stood up close to the tub. “Stand over here beside me.” When she was in position, I told her, “It’s kind of like jacking off only slower.”

She put her hand around my hard dick and started pumping it. “Like this?”

“Yes, but ease up your grip a little bit. Don’t be surprised if it starts with short spurts. Just keep stroking it until the stream starts. Then, stop stroking and just aim it.”