Best Sister (Inc, Bro, Sis)

I grew up in a normal middle class family.  While we lived in
what most people considered as an undesirable neighborhood in
east of the big city, we were quite happy with what we had at the
time. My father worked for a brewery about then miles from home
and my mother joined the workforce at the local mall when my
sister Diana turned thirteen and I was eleven, since my sister
was old enough to care for me after school till parents got home.


Just around the same time, we started seeing obvious changes in
Diana. For one, she changed the way she dressed. Instead of
dressed in nice dresses that parents bought for her, she fought
with them to buy baggy jeans and lose sweatshirts. Then she
decided to cut her beautiful long brown hair short, almost as
short as mine. She didn’t stop there, she then decided that she
didn’t like her name and asked everyone to call her by Dana.
Although these changes didn’t take place overnight, my parents
weren’t thrilled about their beautiful daughter changing to a
rapper like look. However, since my sister always managed to
bring home excellent report cards, time after time from school,
they accepted her new behavior thinking that she was going
through a rough period of identity crises, which they thought was
normal for a girl her age.

That summer, she convinced parents to sign us up for several
recreational activities at the local Y, which was walking
distance from our house. While I was happy just being able to
take swimming classes and hang out there with other boys my age,
she enrolled to take martial arts, swimming and joined the girls
baseball as well, which she continued when the school started by
joining baseball, track, swimming and even basketball, one after
other during sport seasons.

There is one more unique factor with my sister, whom I started to
call Dana. She was tougher than any boy that I have seen. What I
already knew became apparent others after she beat-up one of the
bullies after school on our way home for teasing her. The boy who
got beaten up broke his nose and ran home with a bloody shirt.
The word spread like a wildfire and soon after that incident,
boys in the neighborhood not only left her alone, she was treated
as one of their own. Why not, she hid her frame in baggy outfits,
wore a baseball cap most of the time and acted much like a boy,
than a girl. She was very athletic, excelled in studies, but
after all, she was my only sister.

Following summer, I broke my right wrist and badly bruised my
left shoulder and arm when I fell down from tree. First week
after the incident, mom took half a day off in the morning to
care for me and dad assisted me with taking showers, etc. As my
bruises healed and the pain started to subside, mom returned to
work and I was left with Dana during the day, since I was able to
walk, move my left shoulder enough and manage to use the bathroom
on my own when I wore boxer shorts.

One morning I went into the kitchen expecting to see breakfast
ready on the table, but there was none. My sister wasn’t nearby
and parents had already gone to work and therefore I decided to
fry couple of eggs without bothering Dana. I took a pan from the
cabinet, placed it on the stove, opened the fridge and grabbed a
carton of eggs. Instead of placing the egg carton on the
countertop to grab couple of eggs, I placed the carton on my left
arm, which rested in a sling, opened it with my left hand and
grabbed an egg. I soon realized how stupid I was to attempt that
when the egg carton tilted to one side and eggs started falling
out. To prevent eggs from crashing to the floor, I tried to catch
them with my left hand; soon I found juggling one or two as few
fell to the floor. Few that I caught broke over my body, making a
mess out of my cloths.

I looked at the mess that I made. Saw that my clothes were
covered with raw eggs that kept dripping down and decided to exit
the kitchen to get myself cleaned up in the bathroom, thinking
that I can manage to do so with one hand. Just then, my sister
came running to the kitchen. Perhaps she heard the noise that I
made in there or she heard me yelling when the incident occurred.
Dana looked at the mess with her hands on her hips, and I knew
that she was angry; especially knowing she would have to clean-up
the mess that I made.
“What the fuck?” She yelled and I tried to exit the kitchen going
around her.

“No you are not” Dana held me by my left hand as I tried to pass
her by. “You can’t go through the carpet with eggs dripping off
your cloths like that”

“I am sorry” I said sensing her anger. “I’ll go change first and
then clean the floor” I offered, hoping to calm her down.

“Just go to the laundry room and wait for me there” She replied
in somewhat calm manner, making me relax. The laundry room was
adjacent to the kitchen. As my sister ordered, I went in there
and waited for her. Minutes later, she came with another pair of
clean shorts, T-shirt and a stool.

“Let’s get you off those smelly cloths first and then I’ll help
you cleanup” Dana said placing clean clothes on the washer and
the stool on the floor. I hesitated to act when she said to get
off egg soaked cloths, for one I knew that I couldn’t do that
alone. Even if I could, getting off my cloths in front of my big
sister was not something that I never thought of?

“Let me help you rascal” Dana offered and went on to help me
remove my T-shirt, very carefully to make sure that she didn’t
touch any areas where I had been bruised. She smiled teasingly as
she threw the shirt in to the laundry tub then knelt and dropped
my boxes to the floor in one swift pull. Timidly I obeyed and
stepped out of my shorts, covering my soft cock with my left
hand. I knew I was guilty of causing her extra work and she had
good intentions of helping me under the circumstance.
My sister placed the stool by the washtub and helped me stand on
it. Once I stood on the stool, I realized that I was tall enough
to have my pubic over the washtub, which I kept hidden the best I
could under my left hand.

Dana opened the faucet, checked the water temperature with her
fingers and then soaked a washcloth to clean my chest first. She
kept washing the washcloth to rinse off eggs and clean me off,
even though eggs hadn’t penetrated enough past cloths to my skin.


“Your entire body smells like eggs, yak” she mumbled as she went
on.

Once she made sure that my upper body was clean, she grabbed a
small cup that was by the washtub, filled it with lukewarm water.

“Take your hand off” She ordered.

My face must have been very red and I could feel my heart beating
exceedingly fast, then before I could think of any excuse to keep
my private parts hidden from her view, she pushed the hand that
covered my boy cock, bringing it to breathe the morning air. I
looked down, embarrassed, forced to have my cock out in front of
my sister and noticed that it had grown in length without to my
knowledge and now in a semi erect state. Dana brought the cupful
of water with one hand and seized my scrotum, holding it gently
causing my cock to point up and then slowly poured the water,
gently caressing my balls to clean them. She repeated this action
several times sending electric waves through my body. Each gentle
stroke brought unknown sensation and bit more embracement, seeing
my cock lengthen and getting harder. When she finally let go of
my scrotum, I saw my cock pointing straight towards the wall
behind the washtub, harder and longer than I had ever seen it
before.

 Of course I often gotten erections before whenever I thought
about girls that I saw in school, and on many occasions I had
masturbated as I fantasized being with them. But I expected
better from my own body parts when family members were present.

“Are you done?” I asked without looking directly at my sister,
hoping to get dressed and escape the uncomfortable situation.

“Almost” she said pouring another cup of water. This time right
over my boy cock, not fully developed at the time, but never the
less, measured to be about four and an half inches or so long. As
she poured water, she rubbed the length with her other hand,
gently, yet firm enough to me to shiver. She didn’t pause while
she filled the cup with water, instead continued to rub my cock
in the same motion that I jacked off. I shivered buckling my
knees and sigh. Her left hand worked faster and faster on my cock
and pouring of water took longer and longer.
I felt juice boiling in my balls while the most wonderful
sensation took possession of my body. Her eyes were examining my
face trying to detect signs of the emergency that she was
expecting. With the last cup of warm water on my cock, I erupted
and her hand squeezed every drop of cum that I was able to
produce and washed it down the drain. Even after I was finished,
she kept on jacking me till I turned my body slightly. She then
decided to let go of my cock and helped me get dressed in clean
clothes.

“I wish I have one like this” She said caressing my cock once
more as she pulled my boxes up to my waist

“I won’t tell mom that you broke eggs” she said and winked as she
let me go and grabbed a floor mop.  Of course, neither one of us
told our parents about the incident.
Several days later, my sister found a reason to wash me again.
She said that I smelt bad and should be washed, even though my
dad helped me take a shower night before. I was ordered to go to
the laundry room again and get on the stool after she removed my
boxes. This time my cock stood up instantly even before she laid
a finger on it. She smirked looking at my cock, touched it softly
turning it around to examine very carefully. She moved the
foreskin back and circled her index finger around the rim of my
cock-head that made me jump in pleasure. She caressed the entire
length, turned the scrotum to observe it shape and weight
pressing my cock on to my own body even before she poured a drop
of water over it.
 “This looks very nice. I wish I have one like this” she muttered
as she poured water and jerked me off softly, but consistently
till I blew whatever the amount of cum that a boy my age could
produce. She kept at it even after I came and only let me go when
she felt my cock getting softer.

I got well before the school started and other than two
encounters that I had with my sister, nothing exceptional
happened during that summer, even though she intentionally or
unintentionally pressed my crouch couple of times. Much as I
cherished and relived two hand jobs that I received from my
sister, I tried to discount memories of them by trying to
convince myself that her curiosity to see male organs may have
inspired her action.

During the course of the school year, my sister became
increasingly involved in athletics. Although, she remained
somewhat reserved, otherwise if she was provoked in any way.
Always wore shabby and baggy clothes that hid her true beauty.
Even our parents commented few times that she was trying to look
more like a boy than a girl, for a girl as beautiful as she was.
And they weren’t lying. In her nightgown and without a baseball
cap, she looked stunning with her beautiful oval face, soft brown
eyes, brown hair and very creamy porcelain skin. She had full
pink lips and her perky breasts were only visible when she was in
her thin nightgown. I never understood why she never displayed
her true beauty to the outside world.

When that year’s summer recess came, I was approaching my
fourteenth birthday and she was her sixteenth. She spent most of
her time at the Y as usual and when she was home, she watched
every sport event that was on TV, but occasionally played video
games with me to keep my company. Being a serious uncompromising
furious competitor, she never liked losing, even a friendly video
game session between us.

One morning, soon after finishing my breakfast cereal, I sat in
front of the TV to play around of video games when Dana came down
after her morning shower. She was still dressed in her nightgown,
which was not uncommon for her in mornings.

“What game are you playing?’ she stopped on her way to the
kitchen and inquired. I told her the name of the game, which I
had just borrowed from a friend and asked if she wanted to join.

“Ok. Why not? I am still not hungry, so I can play for little” my
sister said and sat by me on the floor, leaning her back against
the couch. I quickly stopped and restarted the game. Since we had
only one game controller, I let her go first and watched her
taking a keen interest in killing aliens, making her face as she
did. For newbie, she actually did real well, lasted well over
twenty minutes before she lost all of her tokens.

Then it was my turn. She watched for several minutes, then when
she observed me reaching to higher levels with all of my tokens
still in tack, her competitiveness took over and she started to
mumble “Lose, lose now, there you go, you will get killed by an
alien…..” to distract me.

“Watch me beat you in few minutes sis. I am going further than
you did” I said to provoke her and smirked looking at her face.

“Don’t be too sure now dear brother. I have the power to make you
lose in few minutes” She responded and pinched my shoulder and I
stuck my tongue at her in retaliation and continued the game.

“You asked for it. Let’s see who the winner is in few minutes”
Dana said angrily.

Within seconds, I felt a warm sensation as she placed her hand on
my naked thigh. My shorts had ridden up in the position that I
was seated. That instant I knew that she was going to reach-up
and lock my hands to cause me a game token, so I held the game
controller tighter, but to my utter surprise, she didn’t. Seconds
passed, her hand remained on my thigh, and then I felt her slowly
caressing it up and down, each stroke going little higher than
the previous one, reaching up to my groin under my shorts.

Her rose petals like soft fingers caressing my thighs definitely
had an effect on my game and equally on my cock. My game slowed
and my cock began to stir-up inside the detention of my shorts,
but I acted as I was not disturbed.

“I am not going to fall for that. You can’t stop me from winning”
I grinned, suppressing my true state.

“You think so? Let’s see about that” Dana said in a soft voice,
yet her voice echoed her determination to cause me to lose my
game.

She stopped caressing my thigh and placed her hand on my crouch,
grabbing and squeezing my almost fully hard member. Then leaning
over, she parted the fly to sneak her hand inside, grabbing my
cock in one swift move to hold it in her hand.

“My brother is going to lose now; he is going to lose….” She said
as she was singing a chorus, over and over, while she squeezed my
cock, which became fully hard in not time and thrived with each
squeeze by lengthening.

“I just got to level there now…I am not going to lose now…My
sister is a loser…” I sang in rebuttal for her song. Yet, I got
shivers, each time she moved my foreskin with her soft fingers
and I was determine to play long as I could to keep her holding
my cock, hoping that I wouldn’t ejaculate.

“I am going to level three too... Going to level three... My
brother will lose now” she sang, and then came a pull inside my
pants. Her hand came out of my fly holding my cock. I felt the
morning air brush my cock and the warm hand that kept moving the
skin back and forth.

“Lose, brother lose…” she sang and I lost another token, but kept
playing with the last one, enjoying the lewd yet, unmatched
sensation that I was the recipient of.
“In two minutes, I am going to have you beat” I bragged, while
Dana furiously jacked off my cock.

“No fucking way” she said. She was right. She leaned and
swallowed my cock in her mouth so fast, sending shocks from my
toes to head. I was thrilled to have my first blow job, I turned,
twisted moaned and in no time, then for my utter disappointment,
I shot my load into my sister’s mouth within seconds. She
swallowed my cum as jet after jet of warm cum filled her
delicious mouth. She made sopping sound as she did and sucked my
cock relentlessly. The pleasure was amazing and I was shocked,
yet she kept sucking even after the last drop had been released
and cleaned off my cock with her tongue. I kept shivering as a
fish out of the water even after releasing my load. When she
finally let my cock go, she smiled knowing that I lost the game
to her, smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. After, she held my
cock again and said that I have a very nice tool, turning it
around in admiration and said that she wished she had a tool like
mine.

“Thank you Dana. What you did was worth losing the game for” I
said in true appreciation.

“I told you, you would lose the game. Not only you lost the game
to your sister, you lost your seed too” Dana chuckled, still
jacking my cock that she held in her soft hand. Her statements
and action remind me of the rumors that I had heard about my
sister being a lesbian. Seeing her in a very playful mood, I
thought that the time had come to me to try to find if that was a
fact or just a rumor.

But instead of asking a direct question, I asked her; “Dana, do
you date boys?”

“Of course silly, I do and I have gone out with several boys” She
said letting my cock drop to my lap. As she answered my question,
I sensed a shadow of sadness covering her face.

“Well, hmmm… I think I do. I like boys because they have
something that I don’t have and always wanted to have” Dana
replied looking away and I became puzzled by her comment.

“What do you mean, sis? What do you mean by boys have something
that you don’t have?

“You know, I never told anyone, but I always wanted to be a boy.
I think that I should have been born as a boy. Because of that, I
envy them for having special tool than a boring crack between
legs that I have” Dana displayed a fake smile as she spoke.

 I laughed hearing her comments on how she perceived her pussy as
a boring crack between her legs and watched her ran her fingers
through her very short hair, while she pressed her chest forward
allowing her perky nipples to pock the nightgown she wore.
Regardless of how she wanted to present herself, she looked
beautiful and a girl to me.

“So, you don’t do anything with boys when you go on dates with
them?” I asked to get a clarification from her, since she has
been talkative.

“I do. I like playing with their tools, touching and what I just
did to you. I love when they do the something to me and kiss my
crack. But I am so, so when they stick it in my hole. I just let
them do whatever and be done with it” My sister just went on... I
was naïve, but not stupid not know that I could capitalize on the
situation. So remembering what she said about her pussy being a
boring hole, I diverted the conversation in that direction.

“I don’t know why you think your thing is boring. All the boys
that I know would give anything to see one. I heard girl’s thing
is pretty” I said hoping for the best.

 “Well, there is nothing extravagant about a crack in between
legs” She laughed.

For some reason, talking to my own sister about sexual organs
impelled lustful thoughts in me again. I felt my cock that was
still out in the open inspiring to those thoughts and once again
getting hard.

“I have never seen one to judge” I said humbly.

Dana giggled again and looked at my cock that had lengthened
again. Then she took a deep breath, looked around as searching
for something and returned her eyes to my cock.
“Sounds as my brother dear wants to see his sister’s crack.  Oh
well, fair is fair, I have seen yours several times and I
probably got you into this without thinking” She said and stood
up in front of me, grabbed the hem of her nightgown with both
hand and raised it up to her hips. Then she parted her legs and
bent her knees, allowing me to take a good eyeful of her pussy
that was fully shaven. I was shocked, but her action was not
least expected, knowing her nature.

Her pussy looked so silky smooth. As I stared at it, she placed
her mid finger between her pussy lips and rubbed it slowly up and
down, looking down to meet my eyes. She smiled as a magician
would after captivating her audience.

I was entranced. Then when she parted her pussy lips with two
fingers to show me the inner pink, I felt my cock twitched and
overcame the urgency to beat my cock till I ejaculated once more.
I watched and she carefully rubbed her inner folds with two
fingers. More she did, more I felt the urge to touch it to see
what it felt like.

Possibly inadvertently, but my right hand reached for her pussy.
My sister let go of her hand that stimulated her folds and soon
my hand cupped hers and filed the void, placing two fingers to
fuel her arousal as she had done. Her folds were silkier than I
had imagined and were very warm. The moisture within her folds
enriched the movement of my fingers while silkiness of her inner
lips aided my fingers tremendously. As I moved closer to getter
better leverage, my face came so close to Dana's pussy that I
could feel radiation emitted from it. A scorching fire of desire
ignited in heart. It was a desire that I had never felt before.
My cock pulsed, my fingers stimulated my sister’s pussy folds and
I kissed her smooth upper thigh in passion.

At that time, I wasn’t sure what came over me. I withdrew my
fingers from her, brought them close to my nose to inhale her
aroma, then without any reluctance, I licked my fingers before
placing them back in her folds.

She hissed “Do you like the how I taste brother?”

“Yes?” I said looking into my sisters eyes. “You taste good” I
added.

“You can kiss me there if you like” She murmured and parted her
legs wide apart to accommodate my face as I moved my face between
her thighs.  Let alone being experienced in going down on a girl,
here I was seeing and touching the first pussy. Naturally, I
didn’t know if there was a right way to do it, but I did the best
that I could. I sucked her, snuck my stiff tongue in her pussy
and lapped at it furiously and persistently.

Soon I felt Dana’s hips move to the tune my tongue played. Then
she sighs and moaned locking my face between her thighs. But her
hips moved faster and faster and my tongue remained in one place
to her to fuck it as she wished. I felt little bit of her warm
juice wetting my tongue first then felt more and more seeping
into my opened mouth. She rode my face earnestly as she kept
making various noises that I had never heard her make before. As
her juice started to dribble down my chin, her movement slowed
and her thighs relaxed to release the grip on my face.

“That’s one thing that boys know how to do” Dana said as she
stepped back. I remained knelt on the carpet, staring at her
marvelous thighs and gorgeous pussy that glistered with her own
juice.

“Look at you. Your thing is ready again. This time it looks even
longer than it did few minutes ago” My sister chuckled looking at
my cock that had suffered during last few minutes and now in full
glory for boy my age.

I stood there not knowing what to do, holding my cock with one
hand and staring at her hoping that she would assist me to cum
once more.

“Poor thing!” She sympathized looking at my cock and then giving
me a warm smile.

“Ok bro, you can have my hand, my mouth or my crack to get that
thing to deflate. Your call” She said still smiling. I needed no
more encouragement. I swiftly responded.

“Can I really do it inside of you?’

“Come and get it. It is still wet and ready” My sister invited
getting into the doggie position and raising her nightgown once
again over her back. I hopped, placed my cock-head at her opening
and shoved in one quick push holding her round ass-cheeks.

No need to say that I didn’t last as long I wanted, but kept
pumping in and out till my cock went soft.

After that incident, she let me fuck her whenever she was in the
mood; in return for going down on her till she came. My sister
later told me that she never felt a bit of pleasure when she had
a cock buried in her, but came and loved when a guy went down on
her.

When she graduated from high school, she went to a collage that
was in a different state and after receiving her degree, she
settled down there. During that time we came to know that she had
become openly lesbian and living with another girl.

After my sister left home, I dated many girls and fucked many as
well. But I still cherish the good times that we had together and
still get stiff thinking about those moments.