Chapter 1

It isn’t just like you can turn to your sister and tell her you want to fuck. No, it doesn’t work like that. But then again, if the ice is broken in that area, you can sleep with her if you want to. I came from a close family, like really close. Like, I didn’t know how close until much later in life. My Mom, taught me and my sister we’d always have each other. So we didn’t fight and we always could talk about anything. My father was never around. So I didn’t have a regular male role model, and ended up spending most of my time with my sisters.

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. This all started back in the mid-90s. I will use the terminology that I thought in and we talked in for the time ... I may slip and I’m sorry in advance for that.

It was a late night and mom was working until early the next morning at her work. Our mother worked in a big business office. She kept her work very hushed, and we didn’t even know her title at work, but we knew that when she worked like this, it was rare that we’d see her at all.

Heather and I decided to watch a movie until we went to bed. It was a hot night, hot and muggy. The insects had calmed down to where only crickets were chirping, and the breeze coming in thru the windows felt nice. The curtains were drawn and the T.V. screen illuminated the room mainly but we also had a light from the dining room which was attached to the living room by an archway. I sat down on the sofa in a pair of lose fitting shorts and an athletic shirt, which back in those days we called a wife beater. I wasn’t sure why, but I just sort of went with the trend with calling it that.

Heather must have had the same idea of keeping cool, because after she joined me in a pair of tight bicycle shorts, her white flowered bikini top, and her hair up in a ponytail with two large glasses of ice water in her hands. Heather looked like other girls her age, though her boobs were small compared to some of her classmates, and she was slender, not that she’d admit it. It was that time in the 90s where being as skinny as you could was the cool thing to be. I had tried asking out couple of her friends, named Sarah and Amanda, with similar bodies to Heather, in the past and was shot down. Honestly, it had made me a bit gun shy with girls, as not only had they shot me down, but laughed at me. It was humiliating, overall.

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. The main characters were together in the bedroom. The guy had slowly removed the girl’s undergarments, with the camera staying in areas so nothing was showing, and then laid on top of her. 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 dick, 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 definitely 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 teen, looking at, ogling another teen, who was his sister, who was barely dressed, and I was horny as heck. I wanted her to be riding my dick. I wanted to be the guy in the movie with Heather under me. I wanted to touch her, feel her, and be with her in ways that I couldn’t comprehend.

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. She slowed her rocking, giving me better access to an area that I had never been before. I made my fingers reach to her vaginal lips. She grabbed my hand and guided it to a spot at the top of her vaginal lips, then motioned to a rotation type rub. Not too hard, but not soft. The scene had cut to something else, but we didn’t separate.

She pushed her crotch against my hand, as I rubbed her most sensitive spot through her bicycle shorts and kissed her neck more. She let out a whimper, then turned her head and kissed me. I’m sure she meant for it to be on my lips, but she got the side of my nose instead.

“I wanna lay down.” She whispered.

“Okay.” I croaked.

I was horrified. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, or that she was letting me do this. She leaned over, laying down on the couch, and giving me a spot to lie behind her. I laid down behind her, and then continued rubbing her as I had before. I began to notice an aroma, one that I would forever cherish after, the smell of her arousal. I took this as a cue, and moved my hand from her crotch up to her waist band of her bicycle shorts.

Before I could put my hand inside them she grabbed it and stopped me, then reaching behind her, she reached into my own shorts and fished out my dick. My dick was hard already, and she pulled it between her legs, trapping it against her vagina. She let go of my hand as she began rocking her hips. I started to move my hand into her shorts again, and she took it once again and guided it to her favorite spot. She lifted herself up a little and took a hold of my free hand, pulling it under her and onto her cloth covered boob.

It felt wonderful. Malleable but at the same time not. I moved my hand under the cloth of her bikini and touched it. I touched her nipple, and she was letting me. The area around the nipple was almost as soft as her boob, and the nipple itself was a bit harder than that. I stroked her boob with my hand, and then began massaging it, while trying to focus on teasing her spot. She gasped and moaned next to me, rocking her hips a little harder, jerking me off with her legs, pressing me harder into her under area.

She rocked her hips only a few more times before releasing her legs and reaching behind her to take my now rock hard dick instead into her hand. With her free hand she again guided my hand to her under region and my finger into her vaginal hole.

“Thrust hard.” She panted. “Please?”:

I could feel her pubic hair with her vagina cupped by my hand in this manner. I did as she said, thrusting my finger a few times before I felt a hot liquid enveloping my finger, and she let out a loud moan as if she had let go of something she had been holding back for a long time. She stopped my finger as she panted for her breath, and I took the cue to stop my work on her boob. I could feel her nipple was now hard against my hand, it was like when my dick got hard from watching the movie.

“Oh wow, that was intense.” She panted, now trying to catch her breath. “Thank you. That was beyond perfect.”

She dragged my hands off her body and rolled over to face me. She took my dick into her hands and began jerking it wildly, and like her, I took her hand into mine and guided her on how to do it. I showed her how to tease the head of my dick just right, touching the corona of the glans, and the glans in such a way to tease me towards cumming After a minute or two of guidance, I let go and let her enjoy her new found talent.

“That feels great.” I moaned.

“Thanks for showing me. It’s my first time with a guy’s thing.” She admitted.

“No...” I gasped as she ran a thumb round the corona of the glans. “Problem.” I said as she moved to the shaft.

“Does it feel good?” She asked.

I nodded. It was all I could do at that point. It was too much. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close until our crotches were touching, making her let go of my dick and kissed her. I kissed her like I could never have another passionate kiss. I gave it my all.

I guided us into rolling over together so I was on top. I kissed down onto her neck and let my hands roam up her top where I began rubbing her boobs. I gave them a gentle squeeze before reaching behind her and undoing the knot on her top. I pulled the string free, then pulled up her top. I moved my head down to her left boob. Her areolas were small and had a pinkish hue, and her nipple was pointing out like the tip of a small Phillips head screwdriver. I took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it, not knowing exactly what to do. I massaged her other boob with my left hand, playing with the nipple as I enjoyed her left one, the one I had been teasing with my hand, in my mouth.

“Joshua!” She cried out in surprise and shock.

She seemed to understand that I wanted more, and I felt her shifting under me. I felt her groin press my stomach for a moment. Then out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a black material get tossed aside. I then felt the bikini top pull free and glanced up to see her tossing it to the side.

“Stop for a sec.” She panted.

I pulled my mouth from her nipple. I was reluctant in doing so but still did as she wanted.

I looked down at her naked body. I had seen most of it before, but seeing her fully in the nude like this, it was like something out of my fantasies. Her hair was down now, splayed about her head. I was in awe at her body. I looked down at her vagina, which had puffy lips covered in a light brushing of hair.

“I’m sorry, did I go too far?” I asked. “Did you want us to stop?”

“No,” She started, “I mean yes, we’ve gone far. Probably too far, but no, I don’t want to stop.” She added.

“Then why did we stop?” I asked.

She grabbed the waist band of my shorts, and tugged them down, fully freeing my dick. I got the idea, leaned up into a kneeling position, pulled off my wife beater and tossed it to the ground. I wormed my way out of my shorts, and Heather tossed them to the ground to join the other pieces of clothing. We stayed there, like that, drinking in the sights of each other’s bodies.

We both were very new to this and not sure where to go from here. She took my cheek into her hand and guided me to down to her face. We pressed our lips together, and as we started kissing again, I laid down on top of her, with the underside of my dick pressing against the front of her vagina. As our kissing turned into full on passionate making out, our hips, as if with a mind of their own, began moving, causing us to grind against each other, humping each other, trying to make a connection and commit an act we didn’t know how to do, or commit.

Our thrusts got faster and faster, with my dick rubbing against her sensitive spot, and I felt myself build up. I couldn’t even find it in myself to warn her. I let out a grunt and a groan and then stopped as I felt my dick pulse, my balls contract and my cum spurted out of my body. We broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” Heather asked, not noticing the feeling of my cum on her at first.

“I’m sorry.” I said sheepishly.

She looked down her body, now noticing her stomach had a pool of my cum on it. My dick was softening and dripping the last remnants as it did. It embarrassed me. We had gotten into it and I had gotten off way too fast.

“You came?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said, expecting the worst.

I’m not sure why I expected her to be angry, but I did. I expected her to go off on me about getting it on her. I expected her to yell about me being gross. Anything, really, that she could be mad about. In hindsight this was stupid, we had been enjoying ourselves, and I wasn’t the only one who had gotten off at that point that night.

“Can we continue?” She asked, looking back up into my eyes.

“I guess.” I said, still not knowing what to say.

“Good.” She said.

She reached down and grabbed my shirt. She wiped her stomach clean, then tossed it to the ground again before pulling me back into making out and began grinding herself against my dick again.

To be honest, it shocked me. Not at the fact that we were back at it, but that she didn’t care that I came. If I had been having full on sex with her and did that, she might have gotten pregnant. I knew that sexual intercourse could lead to whoever I was having sex with to become pregnant. I pulled away from the kiss, with us still grinding against each other.

“Heather, I...” I started.

“You’re not about to cum again, are you?” She asked sounding irritated.

I was only half hard and hadn’t gotten the stimulation to be back up and hard again.

“No, but if we keep going like this, we might end up ... you know...” I said.

“Yes, I know, and I don’t want to stop.” She said.

“But ... what we learned in health class ... you might get pregnant.” I pointed out.

She pulled me into another kiss and guided us to roll over so she was on top. She sat up on my waist, pinning my dick between us. I could feel the heat of her vaginal opening, the wetness of her arousal. She began gliding back and forth, grinding her opening against the underside of my shaft. Using her own juices as a lubricant.