Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author's Note: I haven't written fiction in a long, long time...  well,
like ever, out of school.  I did this as a short piece to practice writing
dialog.  I've written a lot of technical material, but somehow dialog just
doesn't come into play.  I'm not thrilled with it, but it's ok for a first
effort.  No, I don't have a hangup for this type of thing, I just needed a
hook for the story.  -- AD

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   I'm probably not the most considerate brother in the world - my sister
is two years younger than my 15 years and can be a real pain in the ass -
but I do care.  And that's why I stopped when I heard quiet sobbing from
inside her room on my way to the shower after running one summer morning.

   I knocked gently.  "Kit?  Are you ok?" I heard a gasp, then a few
seconds later, a shaky, "Go away, Mike.  I'm fine." She didn't sound fine
to me, so I cracked the door open and stuck my head in.  Kit was lying on
her stomach on her bed, tears as obvious on her face as the shock at seeing
me there.

   "MIKE!  What are you doing?  Get out of my room!"

   "Look, Kit, I heard you crying in here.  If you want to talk to me about
it, I promise it won't go any further." Thanks to our father, the
psychiatrist, everything emotional had to be talked about in our family.

   "It's not something you can help me with, just go away."

   "OK, Sissy, but you know where to find me." I closed the door and went
down the hall to my room, hearing her yell, "DON'T CALL ME SISSY!" behind
me, as she always did.  "I wonder what's eating her?" I thought to myself.
"She was all bubbly this morning when she headed to the park.  She probably
had a fight with some of her friends." I shrugged it off and stripped for a
shower.

   While I was showering, I thought about how much Kit had changed in the
past couple of years.  She had grown from a flat-chested 11-year-old tomboy
into a sexy 13-year-old.  Her tits were only plum-sized, but they looked
bigger on her thanks to her small frame, and her hips and bottom had
rounded out very nicely.  She'd started growing her hair out, and now it
was shoulder-length, hanging in a glistening black curtain when she brushed
it, which she did religiously every night.  The dark hair offset the
startling blue color of her eyes.  Sisters had their drawbacks, but at
least she provided some eye candy to keep my motor running...  not that it
takes much to keep a 15-year-old boy's motor running.

   Showered and refreshed, I entered my bedroom with a towel wrapped around
me, dropping it as I closed the door.  A small sound made me quickly look
up and realize that Kit was sitting on my bed, with eyes as big as dinner
plates.  I quickly turned red, grabbed the towel and blustered, "Kit, what
the HELL are you doing in here?  You know better..."

   Kit was even redder than I was and stumbled all over herself
apologizing. "I'm SO sorry, Mike, I knocked and just wanted to talk and
when I saw you were in the shower I just decided to wait and..." She ground
to a halt, covering her face and bursting into tears.

   My brotherly instincts, such as they were, took over for the second time
in a day.  I arranged my towel as best I could and sat down next to her,
putting my arm around her.  "Sissy, I'm sorry I snapped at you.  You really
startled me, and maybe embarassed me a bit, too.  You know I don't mind
talking to you." I gave her a one-armed hug, pulling her to my bare chest.

   She took her face out of her hands and rested it on my chest.  "Don't
call me Sissy," she said automatically.  Then she sighed.  "I know, Mike. I
thought about your offer to listen to my problem and decided to take you up
on it.  I should have waited outside until you were done." She didn't seem
to be in a hurry to take her head off my chest, so I snuggled my hand
around her waist and gave her another little squeeze.  In response, she
brought her hand up to my chest and ran it through the little bit of chest
hair that I could boast.

   The act seemed very intimate...  more intimate than my adolescent
hormones could deal with, in fact.  The towel in my lap start to rise.

   I pushed Kit away abruptly, embarassed all over again.  Apparently she
didn't realize what she was doing to me and looked at me, hurt and
confusion apparent on her face.  "Ummm, Sissy, what did you want to talk
about?" I said, trying to draw her onto safe territory.

   "That was nice, why did you push me away?" She said, scooting closer to
me.  She put her arm behind my back and gave ME a little squeeze, resting
her cheek on my upper arm.  I could feel her braless right breast on my
left side, and believe me, it wasn't helping my situation.  I broke out in
a cold sweat as my cock reached full mast in a big hurry.

   "Oh!" said Kit, finally noticing my towel.  She took her arm from around
and stifled a giggle with her hand.  "I guess it was a little TOO nice!".
She looked me in the eye and said, "Wow, bro, that's really impressive."

   I cleared my throat and said, "Look, Sissy, it just happens to guys, we
can't help it." She eyed me appraisingly.  "Sure, Mike.  And don't call
me..." she sighed.  "Whatever."

   Her face got more serious.  "So let me tell you what happened in the
park today."

   "I told Dad that I was meeting Angela in the park, but really I was
meeting Chuck Sanford." Chuck was a boy about Kit's age.  "I think he's
really cute and was hoping something would happen." She sighed and went on.
"I guess something did, but it's not what I wanted." I felt the blood start
pounding in my temples as I thought I figured out where this was heading.

   "Sissy, if he hurt you..." I said, balling my fists in anger.  My
erection was forgotten.

   "No, no, it's nothing like that.  He didn't hurt me.  Well, at least not
physically." Mollified, I sat back to listen some more.

   "We found a spot in the woods with nobody around and started making out.
He put his hands up my shirt, and it was feeling pretty good.  Even though
he was rough, I was into it and it was OK." She gave me a sidelong glance.
"Are you ok talking about your sister's sex life with her?" She gave a
short laugh.  I just nodded at her to continue.

   "Well, I decided I wanted more, so I put my hand in his shorts and felt
his cock.  It was hard, of course, and he really seemed to like it, so I
unbuttoned his shorts.  He did the same to me."

   "I started jacking his cock." I must have had a question on my face,
because she laughed and said, "No, I'd never done it before, but the girls
talk in the locker room and at slumber parties.  He didn't seem to be
complaining, so they must have told me right."

   "Anyway, he had his hand down my pants and started feeling around down
there.  It was pretty obvious he didn't know what he was doing, so I
stopped and stood up to take my pants down for him.  He was sitting on the
ground, watching me undress."

   She stopped for a second, staring at the floor.  "Then he scrambled to
his feet and said 'Jesus, Kit, you're a fuckin' freak!  You have a COCK
down there!'.  He buttoned up his pants in a big hurry and ran off." Now
she was crying again.

   I was stunned.  "He said...  he said WHAT?" I stuttered.  "Sissy, you
are 100% girl, I have seen you naked enough times when we were younger to
know that for a fact."

   She said, "Look, you saw me naked when I was younger.  I really AM a
freak.  I don't have a cock, " she gave a kind of watery sob, "but I
have..." She stopped.  "Well, it's hard to describe." She looked up at me.
"Can I show you?"

   It took a second for that to register.  "Umm, Sissy...  you want to show
me your, err, privates?" She just looked at me tearfully.  "I don't think
there is any other way to get you to understand," She visibly calmed
herself and said, "Look, I would go to Mom, rest her soul, but I can't."
Our mother had succumbed to cancer two years earlier.  "If I have to choose
between you and Dad, I'd rather talk to you.  Dad says we need to be open,
and he'd try, but you know he's a prude about nudity." She looked hard at
me.  "I really need to know if I need to see a doctor or something.  Or if
I'm just going to be a freak for the rest of my life.  Or maybe I just need
to hear someone tell me I'm 'normal', whatever that is." Tears started
forming in her eyes again.  "Please, Mike, I really need your help."

   "OK, Sissy, show me what you need to." My big head managed to make me
sound reluctant, but my little head was definitely intrigued by the
possibilities.

   She said, "Thanks, bro.", and leaned over to give me a quick peck on the
cheek.

   Kit stood up and eased her shorts to the floor.  I saw her pink
little-girl panties, a bit too tight, covering her womanly charms.  Her
mons was outlined starkly against the cloth, which showed signs of having
been wet for a while.  Apparently she really HAD been turned on in the
park!

   She turned away when she dropped the panties, which had the effect of
showing off her delicious teenaged ass.  My cock was definitely back in the
show at this point, and threatening to toss off that stupid towel and jump
her from behind, with or without my support.

   As she slowly turned around, now nude from the waist down, I was treated
to the sight of a gorgeous pussy.  She had hair, but it was light and
sparse, and matted a bit with her secretions from earlier.  Her very
prominent clitoral hood was nestled in her folds.  As much as I knew I
shouldn't, I was hoping I'd get to see more of it.  Although I'd had my
fingers in a couple, I'd never gotten to look at one in broad daylight
outside of a magazine.

   I cleared my throat.  "Umm, Sissy...  it looks great to me.  In fact,
you look really, really nice", I said, bringing my arm up to cover my
raging erection.

   "I haven't showed you the freaky part yet.  I have to get excited for
that." She lay back on my bed and spread her legs apart.  My attention was
riveted to her sex, now fully exposed.  The hair didn't obscure the view
much at all.  Her clitoral hood was even bigger than I had originally
thought, and I could see the entrance to her vagina underneath.  It
glistened damply, with what looked like some new juices as well as the
dried-up secretions from earlier in the park.

   Her hand snaked down between her legs and started rubbing.  I was so
into watching her that in my mind, it felt like she was rubbing MY cock,
and I came close to cumming.  I couldn't believe how hot my 13-year-old
sister was making me.

   Then I noticed something: as she rubbed, her clitoris was standing up
straighter and straighter.  It protruded well beyond her vaginal lips; as
it swelled, it stood out from her body like...  well...  like a little
cock. It was about the size and shape of a cigar.

   She gave her pussy a last rub and then, looking right at me, said,
"Well, there it is.  My little cock.  Mike, is this NORMAL?  What should I
DO about it?"

   I shook myself out of my trance and managed to pull my eyes up to meet
hers.  "Sissy, it's beautiful.  You are a little different-looking than
girls I have seen in magazines, but you are NOT a freak." Relief and joy
spread over her face as she exclaimed, "Oh, Mike, it makes me so happy to
hear you say that!"

   I had returned my attention to her pussy, still displayed before me.  It
was hypnotic; I couldn't draw away from it.  In a trance, I watched my hand
reach out to touch that erect construct over her vagina.  Sissy inhaled
sharply and jumped!  I snapped out of my trance and pulled my hand back
like I had been stung.

   "Mike, it's ok if you want to touch", she said shyly.  "I'm so horny
from this afternoon that I could use the help." I couldn't believe what I
was hearing, but I didn't waste any time!  I returned my hand to its
explorations, gently rubbing up and down her pussy slit, barely making
contact, spreading her juices and getting a feel for her intimate areas.

   Kit moaned and thrust her hips forward a bit, giving me even better
access.  Encouraged, I began rubbing a little harder; I was rewarded when
she began thrusting her hips against my hand.  "Oh, Mike, that's
unbelievable...  keep doing that!" she moaned.  I could feel her juices
flowing as she began to really get into it.

   I began concentrating on her huge clitoris, now completely bathed in her
juices.  I put a finger on either side and began a jacking motion, like I
would use to masturbate myself, but a bit more gently.  Kit went absolutely
crazy for this, sighing and moaning and thrusting hard enough to hurt my
fingers.

   I could tell she was close, but I wanted to try something else, so I
backed off.  She moaned in frustration and grabbed my wrist, pulling me
back to her.  Laughing, I gently freed my wrist and began kissing her upper
thighs.  She quickly got the idea and enthusiastically spread her legs
wider for me, waiting breathlessly.

   I approached her center and inhaled her aroma.  To be honest, it was not
as pleasant as I'd hoped for, but I'd be damned if I was going to pass up
this opportunity.  I took a tentative lick up her slit, and she jumped and
moaned louder than ever.  A second lick, and she was holding the back of my
head and pulling me into her while she started thrashing.  By the third
lick, it was all I could do to breathe; it felt like she wanted me to crawl
up inside.

   As I struggled to take in air, I realized that her clit was banging me
in the nose.  I managed to free myself far enough to move up and take it in
my mouth.  The effect on Kit was electrifying!

   Kit SCREAMED, at the top of her lungs, and thrust wildly and
uncontrollably into my mouth.  All I could do was remain still and make
sure my mouth stayed on that wonderful cigar at the top of her sex while
she thrust in it time after time.  As Kit's screams turned to grunts, I
could feel her vaginal walls contracting over and over again, expelling
more girl-cum all over my face.  Kit rode her orgasm to a more manageable
level and loosened her grip on my head, so I let her clit go and began
gently licking up the fresh juices.  I felt her fingers twine and untwine
in my hair as I gently cleaned her up, then, once, she stiffened as another
minor orgasm overcame her.  When that ended, she appeared to drop off to
sleep.

   By this point, I was beyond hard, and I really didn't care whether Kit
saw my erection or not...  but I sure had another use for that towel on my
lap.  I stood up, stretched my neck where Kit had stressed it, and started
wiping my face and neck.

   Thanks to that towel, I didn't see the moment when Kit's little mouth
encircled the tip of my cock...  but I damn well felt it from the top of my
head to the tips of my toes!  I couldn't believe that anything could feel
so good.  My hips started thrusting uncontrollably into Kit's mouth before
I even had the towel off my face.

   Dropping the towel revealed what has to be, to a guy, the most gorgeous
sight in the world: a beautiful girl smiling at him around his cock in her
mouth.  Kit was obviously not that experienced, but she knew enough to be
careful of her teeth and certainly didn't lack for enthusiasm...  and what
else does a teenager really need?  Kit bobbed her head up and down, only
taking the first couple of inches in, but doing a fine job on those.  As I
watched, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head,
making me gasp.

   With as much stimulation as I'd already had, it didn't take long at all
for me to feel my orgasm begin.  "Sissy!", I gasped, "I'm cumming!  NOW!".
Kit hesitated for a second, but then opened wide and took me deeper than
before, sucking hard as she did.

   My prostate just erupted.  I felt like I emptied my entire being into
her sweet mouth.  Kit gulped as fast as she could, and ALMOST kept up with
my output; the last couple of squirts, she coughed and let me go.  I
grabbed my cock and stroked a few times to finish my orgasm, unable to
control where my cum went, unable even to SEE for a few seconds.

   When I regained my senses, Kit was using my towel on her face, which I
guess answered the question of where those last squirts went.  She looked
up at me and grinned.  "Boy, bro, you sure know how to get a girl over her
feelings of rejection!" I smiled weakly and shook my head.  "Sissy, where
the HELL did you learn that?  And don't tell me it was the locker room!"
She cocked her head and looked at me.  "First off, we practiced it at
Brenda's slumber party - on a banana, and then a cucumber.  Second...  you
can call me 'Sissy' if you want, but ONLY when we're alone, ok?" She stood
up and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss.  "And I expect we're going to want
to spend a lot of time alone together this summer...  Bubba."