Chapter 8: A Good Christmas

We were quickly becoming insatiable. On our bed I claimed my prize. She was mine, I had caught her. I took her shirt off her and trailed kisses down her belly to soft little pussy. It was then and will always be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I worshiped her smooth little pussy until she came. Running my tongue all around her slick little lips and sucking on her clit like a little nipple. I pointed my tongue and fucked her with it but she really loved it when I placed my whole mouth over her sex and sucked while tonguing her clit. Her little slit was small enough then that this was easy to do.

After she came down she pushed me off her and onto my back. She got her little devilish grin on her face and straddled my hips, her hot wet slit right over my cock. I could feel the heat from it without touching it. Getting the hint I grabbed my cock and held it straight up and ran it over her lips and clit. Fitting it to her hole I kind of thrust up. She just moaned and sat down on me. Her heat and tightness caused me to hold my breath until she was fully impaled on me. This was a unique experience. She was in control and I had a spectacular view of her hairless lips gripping my little cock and spreading around the base as she ground herself against my pubic bone.

She just kind of rolled her hips back and forth, almost rubbing with very little up and down motion. It did not matter what she did, it all felt good to me. She just kept her sexy motions up for the longest time, I lost track of time to be honest. I would watch her sexy little hairless slit rub all around my groin. It was red and puffy and swollen, her clit was protruding and looked just as aroused I felt as she stimulated herself on me. We would stare into each other's eyes, my hands on her hips and soft little buns and hers on my chest. My sister was a world-class lover, even at eight, I would later find out from talking to friends about their sexual experiences later in life.

Eventually her motions got erratic and her hips became a blur then she just pressed down hard and moaned. Her pussy went into spasms and gripped me tightly and I came with her shooting my cum deep inside as my cock throbbed along with her pussy. When we came down and caught our breath she started to move her hips again. My cum was running out of her and her now slimy little slit was sliding all around. The sight turned me on to the extreme. As usual at this age I stayed hard after cumming. We spent another eternity fucking, my sister sliding her spermy slick little slit up and down my cock until we had another small orgasm again.

She collapsed on my chest. "Jane, you make me feel so good."

"You too."

After a while I got up carrying her and headed for the shower. We soaped each other up and I brushed and dried her hair then braided it. That day I decided to put two small french braids in with little red bows at the ends. Mrs. G. taught me how. I could do just about any kind of braid you could think of. I was quite skilled even if I do say so myself. I could 'work miracles' as Mrs. G. called it, but my own hair was beyond me. Just cut it short so I did not need a comb and I could run my fingers though it instead. One time I got a funny look from my sister's teacher one time when I went to get Jane from class. She wanted to know if I really did her hair this morning. I got embarrassed and mumbled positively. She told Jane, "you hare lucky girl to have a brother who can do that for you."

We dressed and I went out to the raspberry bush to get some money out of the can. Most of our money came from the neighbors. They would come up with odd jobs for us to do and pay us. Like getting their mail and paper when they were gone, feeding a dog, little stuff like that. A few gave us some money on our birthday in a card. Any time Mom gave us money I kept whatever was left over and learned to ask for more than we needed. I got $80 figuring we would not spend it all. "We going Christmas shopping?"

"Yup, lets get Mom her present and we can look for each other okay? Here is $25, if you need more ask, but try to keep it under that okay?"

She nodded and stuck the money in her jean pocket. Grabbing our winter coats we headed down the street for the bus. We rode for about half an hour and changed buses to get to the mall. It was packed but we did not care, the crowds excited us. We roamed around looking at all the shops. I would catch myself holding her hand and let go giving it a squeeze to reassure her. Going into a big department store I saw where we could get our picture taken. We were wearing school clothes and Jane's hair was done up nice so we decided to get one taken and buy a frame to put it in for Mom.

Standard fare at our house on Christmas morning was one gift for everybody, birthdays were an after thought for Mom, but Jane and I celebrated privately. We gave Mom hers from both of us and she each gave us one and we gave each other one. Most of the time it was something we needed from Mom, a new coat, shoes, etc. Last year I got a coat and Jane did too. I gave her a watch and she gave me a little clay pot she made in school. I was surprised and pleased. I never saw it when she brought it home, which meant she made it just for me. I have that pot to this day. It's my change dish.

That year I was stumped. Our relationship had changed and I wanted something a little more adult for her. I finally discovered earrings. Jane's ears were not yet pierced. I got her some gold little hearts at a kiosk in the mall and made sure we could come back and they would put them in the gun and pierce her ears. I was happy with myself for coming up with that, they were even real gold, the lady who helped me was great, she warned me not to get the cheap ones, they would get infected and the gold would rub off. I trusted her and was happy to get my little sister something so grown up.

We met back up together at the little fountain like we planned and spent some more time just walking around. Jane had a small Sears bag that I was guessing was my Christmas present. I did not ask and she did not say, same way for the plain brown bag I had for her, although she did eye it from time to time. The bus ride was uneventful and we held hands while walking home, it was dark and getting colder.

That night we got amorous in the tub but soon learned water makes a bad lubricant but we were so worked up I just took her on the bathroom floor laying on a couple towels. I was getting addicted to her. The rest of our vacation we must have had sex at least three times a day. We wore ourselves out towards the end of the vacation and had to slow down. Our skin was getting worn raw, neither one of us were mature enough to make things quite as slippery as they should be without a lot of foreplay. Our foreplay came and went depending on our mood. Sometimes we would be watching TV on the couch when I would simply get off the couch and get in front of Jane, pull her pants and underwear off and suck her little slit some then slid my cock in and fuck her. I was not always the one to start but most of the time I was and Jane was always an eager partner.

Christmas morning, after making love, we went out to get breakfast. Santa Claus never made an appearance at our house and we never believed in him. There was no big surprised rush to get up, sure Jane was excited and so was I to a lesser degree but we always had something to eat first. Mom had went to a Christmas Eve party and was sleeping off whatever she did that night. Jane and I ate and went into the family room and sat on the couch and cuddled while we waited for Mom.