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.