Chapter 1

My parents had me late in life (I think I was kind of an accident) and my sister is 7 years older than me. When I was little, she was always like a distant, big slightly scary person who didn’t really seem to like me, probably because she was going through her angsty years when all I wanted was someone to play with. Later on, it wasn’t so bad. She definitely wasn’t unkind to me or anything, just a little bossy, but most of the time she’d just ignore me and do her own thing.

My parents weren’t emotionally detached, exactly, but they had busy lives and I don’t think they really wanted to raise another kid that much. So I was lavished with lots of toys and things, but I always had the feeling that no one really wanted to pay attention to me, not them, and not my sister either. To be fair, I probably annoyed my sister with trivial stuff more than I should have.

Our parents went out a lot. When I was really little, there was always a babysitter, but later they would just leave my sister in charge. It didn’t mean she really had to take care of me or anything; I was old enough to do my own thing and not get into trouble. But if there was an emergency or the like, my sister was supposed to be the responsible one.

There were never any real emergencies, of course, and so mostly my sister would stay in her room and I’d stay in mine, or I’d watch TV, or whatever; but sometimes I’d come up with some excuse to knock on her door and bug her. I was just trying to get her to pay attention to me.

Usually, she’d just want to do her homework or read; but sometimes at least she’d be up for playing some game or watching TV with me. Sometimes we’d even make sandwiches together. When she did spend time with me, I was so thrilled that I would do anything she wanted me to.

Anyway, at one point we were watching TV and, out of the blue, she asked me if I wanted to play a game of truth-or-dare. Of course I agreed, though I wasn’t even all that clear on what truth-or-dare entailed; the main thing was, she actually wanted to do something with me.

At first we both kept choosing truth and she just asked questions like: did I like any girls in my class? I didn’t know what to ask her, so I more-or-less just bounced the same questions back to her. I was pretty lame at this game, to be honest, but I was thrilled just because she was talking to me and we were actually kind of finding out about each other’s lives a little.

I didn’t want her to stop, so I was never the first to ask anything really personal; but she kept escalating the questions, and eventually she asked me if I liked to touch myself “down there.” Of course I acted embarrassed and didn’t answer, so she made me do a dare, which was to pull down my pants briefly. I voiced a token protest, but eventually flashed her as she stared avidly.

I couldn’t help being flattered by the fact that my sister was actually interested in seeing me expose myself, so I kept choosing dares after that, and she kept upping the ante. I had to take off all my clothes, I had to go with her to the bathroom and pee in front of her, I had to let her examine me closely for as long as she wanted, and so on.

At some point I’d stopped asking her questions (and she didn’t volunteer to do a dare), but I didn’t mind — I was so caught up in the knowledge that she really wanted to see me naked. I’d never imagined I’d get this much of my sister’s undivided attention!

All that really happened that night was that I pranced around naked for her, but of course we repeated the next time our parents left us alone, and the next time after that, and it quickly became a habit. I loved that my sister was finally engaging with me and looked forward to these occasions.

Pretty soon, even though she’d still ask me if I wanted to play truth or dare, we didn’t really bother with the game; she’d simply ask me to do stuff. It kept escalating: get undressed, bend over and show her my butt, let her look as closely as she wanted at my boner, touch myself in front of her, let her touch my penis, let her put her finger in my butt, stuff like that. I sometimes pretended to be reluctant, but secretly I didn’t mind her interest at all and I always gave in eventually.

Then, after a while, she started asking me to touch her, which, weirdly, I was kind of grossed out by at first. I mean it’s weird that I didn’t mind her looking at me and touching me, but when she wanted me to touch her down there I wasn’t too enthusiastic. I guess I was kind of scared; I had no idea what it would be like, but she pulled down her pants and there was this big hairy glistening slightly red swollen ... place that I just couldn’t make head or tail of. I had had no experience whatsoever with female genitalia; no idea of what to expect.

I was very hesitant to touch it at first, but she grabbed my hand and made me, and of course it wasn’t so bad at all, warm and wet, and most importantly: she obviously liked it when I touched her there. She was breathing hard and making little noises as I felt around. Eventually she got impatient and pushed my hand away and masturbated, right there on the bed, right in front of me, as I watched transfixed with curiosity.

After she came — it didn’t take very long — the game was over for the night. I went to bed confusedly excited, smelling her strong scent on my fingers, and touched myself, thinking about what had happened, not entirely sure what I was doing.

A few nights later, my sister came up with a very specific game: I was going to be a baby and she would clean me and feed me and stuff. She even made some excuse about how it was practice that she needs for when she being a mother in the future. Of course I knew that was bullshit, but I didn’t mind playing along.

I drew the line at actually wetting myself (I don’t think I could have even if I’d wanted to), but we pretended that I had, and that my underwear was really a diaper, and she pulled it down and rubbed my crotch with a washcloth, feeling me all over. The sensations were unexpectedly pleasurable, much more intense than when I touched myself, and I nearly had to push her hands away, it was so intense.

The next thing she came up with was that she had to “feed” me. At first I naïvely imagined this would entail making me eat something and pretend it was baby food or something. Of course, what she actually wanted to do was pretend to feed me from her breast. I guess she’d had ample occasion when I was a baby to observe and be curious about our mother breastfeeding me.

Here again, I was very reluctant at first — I don’t know why exactly —- but eventually I gave in. She took off her top, and I saw her topless for the first time. Hers were really the first breasts I’d ever seen close up (I don’t remember my mother feeding me, of course). They weren’t as scary as her genitalia had been. They were small but prominent; kind of inviting really. I guess that’s just the way we’re all programmed.

My sister’s always been on the chubby side and her belly seemed soft and inviting, so I just nestled in and instinctively took a nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. There was no milk obviously, but her nipple got hard and felt nice in my mouth, and I played around with my tongue and she stroked my hair. It really felt incredibly nice.

After a while, she began to fondle me down there while I continued to suckle, and eventually I had an orgasm. I had been touching myself for years and was no stranger to the pulsing good feeling that would result, but this was a whole new level; my whole body felt electrified. I had to force her hand away afterwards, as the stimulation became unbearable. Confused, I ended up getting up and running out of the room. My sister didn’t follow me.

I felt weird and embarrassed after this episode, but inevitably it happened again — the very next time our parents were out. My sister didn’t really even have to ask this time, just sort of vaguely alluded to the baby game and in a minute I was naked and suckling again while she fondled me. This time, after I had an orgasm, I didn’t run away; I again moved her hand away so she’d stop touching my now unbearably sensitive genitals, but I kept sucking and licking her breast.