Learning to be Straight from My Sister (Inc, Bro, Sis M/F)

My identity changed ever since a girl in 9th grade called me a
gay. I am not sure how the word spread, but before I knew it,
everyone at school thought that I was actually gay, years before
I even had my first sexual experience. I carried my new identity
ever since. Somehow, my parents also heard the rumor from
somewhere. First they thought it was a joke, but later suspected
me actually being gay, and then when I became older, they came to
terms with it and accept me as a gay. I even heard my dad telling
mom that no boy my age should be passionate about styling women’s
hair. Brushing hair stated when mom had long hair and asked me to
help combing it down. Later she had me do that occasionally and
several times I dried her hair when she was in a hurry to go
somewhere. Soon after the conversation, mom cut her hair short,
but my sister Joni who was 15 then decided to grow her hair as
mom once had when expired of cancer.

 Only I knew I wasn’t gay and had no desire to have sex with
other boys or men.

I don’t know what prompted  my 9th grade classmate to call me
gay, but I know I have some feminine appearance, large pink lips
that girls would die for and my voice is very soft and feminine
that people often mistake me for a girl when they hear my voice
over the phone added to my woes.

As a consequence, I didn’t get much attention from girls, except
for the very few that treated me as a gay buddy.  I never dated,
nor had sex while in school. I expected things to change when I
attended the nearby community college, but only times when I got
second looks from girls only for the wrong reason.

Only sex partners that I knew till my 21st birthday has been my
own hands. I even came to a point that I look at both hands and
selected which one to have sex with that given day. But on my
21st birthday, I lost my virginity to a call girl, when I
traveled to the big city just for that purpose and rented a room
for two nights. Since then, I had sex with one middle aged
divorcee twice who was desperate, but soon she found a boyfriend
and dropped me like a piece of shit.

After graduating, I found a job at a call center for PC software
support and assumed the name Mel, but I am sure most callers
thought they were talking to a Melody, instead of Melvin.

As I began accept facts of life and go on, my sister Joni renewed
the old sore topic and started insisting me to be straight. She
had just started the senior year of high school where she was one
of the most popular students well-liked by other students and
teachers alike for her outgoing personality and certainly for her
looks. She hooked me up with couple of her friends on dates, but
movie and dinner on first and only date was far as dates went.
While she kept insisting me to be straight even after I
repeatedly told her that I wasn’t gay, I am not sure if she
believed me, but little by little her attitude towards me also
changed. First I noticed that if I was in her room, instead of
asking me to turn around when she changed a piece of cloths, she
casually did it in my presents.  It didn’t start over night, but
just changing a blouse when her bra was still on to turning
around and dropping the bra without any hesitation in matter of
months. Her conversations changed from “My date was good” to Joni
telling me most intimate details on her date. First I felt
uncomfortable listening to her, but later began to enjoy her
stories and started imagining roll play with a girl as beautiful
as Joni when I masturbated.  In short, I became her elder sister
in some aspects.

Joni also tried to get me out of my rut by going out with me to
movies, shopping and just hanging out when she was free, but she
was seldom free with multiple boys she dated and school
activities. Although I knew that she deeply cared for me, loved
me as her brother and always thought of me.

Among other things, Joni loved the way I brushed her hair and
blow dried it. She thought that I had a knack for styling girls
hair, which I didn’t mind, never complained when asked me to do
it when I had the time. Besides, I always enjoyed seeing my
little sister walking out the house looking good enough to turn
heads. So naturally, she asked for my help when I was home not
only because I never refused, I came to realized that she loved
it when someone runs fingers through her hair while blow-drying
it. Perhaps she missed not having a mother to pet her or missed
dad, who only came home couple of times a week since he found a
woman to court.

One day when I was styling her hair before she went on a date she
said; “Hey bro, if you are going to be straight, you have to
start acting straight. I can’t think of any guy who would stand
five feet behind a girl when he is brushing her hair”

 I stood behind her, but I was careful not to lean on her since
she is my sister, but I wasn’t too far back, having to reach her
hair. Then when I didn’t move forward, she arched her back just a
little to make contact with me. It wasn’t anything sexual in
nature, therefore I didn’t object. Besides, I never had any
sinful thoughts about my sister whom I adored as a sister and my
best friend.

As days went by, her ass began to press more and more on me,
sometimes causing me little discomfort, but I didn’t complain or
resist. She always said that she wished that I would develop to
like soft feel of girls body over some hairy gay guy. Sometimes
she wiggled her but, letting me know she was thinking of me.

One day after I was done with her hair she asked if I liked
feeling her and if that had any effect on me. I remember her
wiggling her butt and up and down over my crotch. When I said
“No” she reached her hand to my crotch and asked;

“Can I check?” then swiftly touch mu crotch without any
hesitation or waiting for my response. I wasn’t stunned because
of our close relationship, but never the less, it was sudden and
unexpected.

 “Just forget I am your sister and try to relax and see if you
can start appreciating girls over guys” she said after that.

She repeatedly checked if I was hard after doing her hair. Her
checking became longer with more and more rubbing and caressing
over my pants. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her
touch, but I didn’t feel lust for her till one day I became semi
hard for reason unknown to me. Here Joni had a towel around her
body and I was fully clothed. She did what she had done before
and I became semi hard? No answer there, but she must have sense
that  way I brushed her hair or felt it. After I was done, Joni
turned around, smiled, reached down and touched my crotch as
usual, then looked at me with a big smirk.

“Well, well, what do we got here?” she said rubbing it up and
down.

 “I am sorry Joni, it wasn’t supposed to happen” I humbly
apologized for embarrassment inside my pants.

“No need to apologies bro, I worked so hard to get you here. Are
you beginning to like being close to girls?” She kept rubbing as
she spoke and waited for an answer.

I said “Yes” hoping to escape from the situation, but she was
proceeding further. I froze. I wasn’t sure if I was excited or
surprised when she undid the button, unzipped pants, slipped her
soft little fingers inside and caressed my half hard cock.

“I am happy for you bro. In fact I am thrilled. I think you on
the right track. It is good that you are trying to forget we are
siblings sometimes, if it helps you to be straight, I’ll do
anything that I can” She complemented and demonstrated her joy by
rubbing my cock still in the confinement of my pants, where it
grew and grew longer in her soft hand while I just stood staring
at my baby sister while she fondled my cock, smirking and proudly
looking at me as I had just won an award of some sort.

“Isn’t my touch better than a man’s touch?” she asked struggling
to free my cock that was fully engorged, thanks to her soft touch
and care. When it sprang free, she stared and squeezed it, again
complemented me;

“Look at you bro. You have a wonderful tool that girls would love
play with. It is long and thick. Too bad you haven’t tried this
inside of a girl” This time she said in disbelief. Sure I have
good size cock, but what use?

“I am not kidding bro, this tool is lovely” Joni examined it
turning my cock side to side then softly rubbed the head, causing
more damaged to the embarrassment. Her touch was so soothing and
amazingly delightful. It caused shock waves that jolted my entire
body. Then my cock jerked without any warning and shot a huge
load, covering her hand and the towel that she had on.

 Joni kept rubbing my foreskin back and forth until the last drop
of cum was out and my orgasm subsided, smiling all the time as
she did.  She acted as her effort was rewarded, when she
carefully milked the last drop off my cock.

“I am sorry. I don’t know what happened” I muttered.

“No, no, it was wonderful. You did great. I am thrilled that you
responded to my touch and I know now that you can learn to be
straight, bro. don’t you think my touch was far better than
having some rough guy playing with your thing?” Joni went on in
her joyful state. She kissed my check and left the bathroom to go
on her date while I stood there in daze.

That night when Joni came to my room after her date to give me
blow by blow repot of their intimate details, I felt jealous
knowing that she had been fucked hard by some high school boy,
but I hid my feeling and was careful not to say anything wrong
that might upset her. For a change, I didn’t jack off thinking
about her date that night, instead thought about how erotic it
was when she touched me, granting her intents were golden.

“Today, I am Samantha and you are my friend Frank brushing my
hair. Try to take a little advantage of the situation. You can
raise my towel up a little and see my thighs, you can accidently
brush me somewhere, do something that boys would do” Joni laid
ground works that day when I started brushing her hair. I pressed
my crotch on her ass, but couldn’t muster up the courage to go
further. Realizing my hopeless state, Joni reached and lifted her
towel showing her round thighs then grinded her ass over my
crotch.

“You got to take the lead Frank to see how far girls would let
you go. You can’t just stand there” She counseled me pulling me
closer to her by my rear. I was dumbfounded when she grabbed hold
of my cock and shook it before spinning her round ass slowly but
very erotic way, hypnotizing me.

I raised her towel just to see whether her rotating ass looked
any different from beneath the towel than over the towel.

“There you go. You are getting the hang of it” She praised as I
finished her hair. That day’s lesson had an immediate impact on
my cock that it became harder than it had been ever before. Joni
looked at my tent in admiration and cupped it instantaneously,
rubbed it admiring its firmness and size. She even went a step
further by clasping my ass before letting my cock out to breathe
the fresh air. She adored it, touched it, praised it, and softly
jerked it staring into my eyes.

“Are you beginning to like girl’s soft touch?” She asked and I
saw the cheerful smile telling me that she was thrilled with her
experiment.

“I love it” I exclaimed while she fondled me off softly. Joni
kept caressing my pole with her warm and gentle fingers, softly
stroked it. She was inquisitive to measure it with her fingers
and lustful in doing so. My eyes drawn to her beauty, her touch,
how she played with my cock that gave me immense pleasure. I
sighed and moaned as I jerked from the exquisite pleasure of her
touch. My sister slid her hand up and down, exploring my cock and
admiring its stiffness again and again. I parted my legs to allow
her better access to me and she soon used her other hand to
gently lift and massage my swollen balls.

Suddenly, I felt this scorching stream roaring up my sack, thick
liquid shoot from my rigid member all over Joni’s body. The
second, third loads seeped down her hands to her elbows as she
kept jacking me to the last drop. My body kept jolting violently
through the whole time.

Joni giggled while she cleaned herself, making flattering
comments on my staying power after the first episode. “You are
getting better and used to girls. I bet I can make you a straight
man very soon”, she said with confidence.

Rest of the week we didn’t run into each other in the bathroom as
I had to work overtime and Joni was busy with her finals. Week
after she flirted more than usual, rubbing her ass on my crotch,
touching, squeezing, but didn’t offer to relieve me of my hard-on
afterwards as I had come to expect.

“You have to start making your moves, if you want something” She
said few times, but I didn’t have the courage to exploit her,
therefore used my own hands to relive the pain once I was alone.
Enduring her teasing for couple of weeks had me both irritated
and frustrated, but Joni didn’t change her stance.

Friday evening before her date, I took extra time to dry and
style her hair, trying to take an advantage of her as she had
propositioned.  Once when I had to untangled the blow dryer code,
I slowly lifted her towel, glancing at her plumb creamy ass check
and then leaned forward letting her feel my rock-hard cock
between her split, which was still under my pants. Joni responded
quickly by pressing her ass more onto me and I noticed she smile
when she did. More she wiggled her but, more stimulated I became
wanting more, especially since she hadn’t paid any attention to
my cock for a while.

“I can feel someone is hot today” She said reaching behind to
squeeze my cock for a moment, then for my utter disappointment
she let it go.

She must have seen my dissatisfaction when she turned around to
leave. She stared into my eyes for moment then offered alternate
solution.

“Tell you what; you are most likely used to sticking your thing
behind into a guy. Why don’t you just place it between my thighs
to experience how it feels? You can be the judge whether it feels
better between my thighs or some guys?”

In my disparate state, I only cared if I can relieve the tension
that I felt in my balls allowing my cock to shrink again, so that
it could once more be in my pants comfortably. She turned towards
the vanity once again, held the top arching her back.

“Common if you want it. I got to go soon” She invited me with her
familiar sweet smile. I hurriedly dropped my shorts, took my cock
in hand, but hesitated moving forward to place it between her
thighs.

“You can’t be shy like this. Get it over here” My sister said
then grabbed me by the cock and pulled me forward. When I raised
her towel drooling over her round buttock and smooth thighs, she
parted her legs, placed my cock in between and locked them giving
me enormous pleasure. I let my cock rest for a moment, feeling
her warmth of her flesh and silkiness of her skin, moaning softly
before she began to move her hips back and forth. Soon I began to
meet her with strokes of my own, enjoying every tiny second of
it. I knew the warm moisture that lubricated her thighs weren’t
my pre-cum alone. Her juice was warm, slippery and had a distinct
fragrance that I loved. Deep inside of me, pressure built sending
tremors through my body. I held her thigh; she arched her back
more almost placing her breasts on the vanity top, allowing me to
drill little higher, feeling her slick pussy lips as I speared.
It was way too much pleasure for me, but before I could drill
faster to shoot my load, my sister reached between her legs to
find my cock-head and guided it upwards instigating her clit to
be stimulated.

Soon, I heard her moan as I pumped and pounded my sister clit.
Her moans became louder then she shuddered and shivered,
discharging warm juice over my cock. Seconds later, I shot a huge
load between her pussy lips and collapsed on her back.

“That was awesome. I know my hard work will pay off someday and
that will make me very happy bro. You are getting to like girls
now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, definitely beginning to like girls” I said while trying
catch breath. Following week, I found the nerve to initiate as
soon as I started with my sister’s hair by keeping my cock warm
between her soft thighs, sometime gliding it between her wet
pussy lips. By the time I got her hair done, we both normally
into steaming state, humping as mad. I also felt not guilty since
Joni evidently enjoyed having my cockhead pounding her clit as
she normally experienced shattering orgasms, but always revolved
the conversation around my sexuality. But for my utter
disappointment, I was not bold enough to drop her towel entirely
to see what I thought were gorgeous breasts and her pussy.  My
luck changed on one Friday evening she asked for my help.

“Hey bro can you help me with something I hate doing since you
like to play with hair so much”

“Sure, what is it?” I asked.

“See, my growths is sticking out of my undies? Can you shave me
clean? Please!” Joni pleaded raising her dress to show how her
short pussy hair shoved through her underwear.

I overcame my excitement and nervousness managing to ask; “Where
do you normally do that?”

“In the bath tub”

Though I was excited on her offer to explorer uncharted
territories, to enjoys her seeing her pussy that I am yet to see
even if my cock felt it, I wanted assurance that she really
wanted me shaving her legs and pussy.

“Are you sure you want me to do this Joni?”

“I am too lazy to shave. Besides it would be fun having you do
it. Come and help me in the bathroom” My sister commanded.

“I have to go to a pool party tomorrow, but I haven’t shaven my
legs or up here” She said pointing to her pubic area, catching me
off guard. I almost dropped off the chair when I heard her
request.

I realized that I had seen her smooth thighs and round ass, have
caressed, rub my cock, fondled as I wished. But I am yet to get a
good glimpse at her pointed nipple or breasts. Shaving her pussy
meant that I would definitely get to see it. I followed her to
the bathroom.
She picked up the razor and handed it over to me after jumping on
the vanity. I stood in front and picked up her feet and brought
them to my chest, taking my sweat time to apply shaving cream. I
went as far as applying cream on her inner thighs even she had no
hair, just to feel her soft skin. Holding, shaving and peeping
under Joni’s shorts was enough to me to get rock hard, which I
knew she glanced at several times.  After I finished shaving her
legs, my sister said;
“You are the best” and jumped of the vanity.

“Do you still want me to shave you up there?” I questioned
wandering if she had a change of mind since she stood on the
floor.

“Ohh no, I normally shave there in the tub” Joni said then opened
the water to fill the tub.

“Well the, should you take you pants off?” This time for a change
I was more instigating than she was.

“Yes, but it feels weird to take my skirt off in front of a guy
who still has his pants on. Since you’ll be in the water with me,
you should take them off too. Besides, I can see you really need
your thing out of that jail” Joni giggled as she spoke. I had
nothing to hide from my sister since she had seen, held jerked my
cock till I came. Furthermore, she had been patient with me
teaching things otherwise I wouldn’t have had the opportunity not
only to learn, to enjoy to the fullest. I dropped my pants,
allowing my stiff cock to be free, walked to her in pride and
said;

 “Ok sis. Are you happy now? If you want me to shave, it is you
turn now”

Joni turned away from me, looking over her shoulder, arched her
back as she removed her skirt, revealing her ass that I love so
much. Looking at her twin checks from away, I wondered if any
women could possibly have perfect ass like hers.  I was
mesmerized and remained my eyes glued to her ass admiring the
beauty, shape, texture of her skin and remembering how soft her
flesh felt.

“Happy now?” Joni interrupted my thoughts and hoisted her back,
still facing away from me.

“So, how am I going to shave you in the tub?”

“I know, you go into the tub first then I can sit on you while
you shave. How about that?” Without a word I stepped into the tub
with shaving cream, razor and a bottle of baby oil and sat with
my legs stretched. When I looked up, I had a good glimpse of her
pussy as she raised her legs to step into the tub. She first
lowered her bottom over my knees then held my cock head that was
visible, turned it pointing down and sat tucking it under her.
She froze as it poked her between her ass cheeks, then relaxed
when she felt it has secured between her gaps.

“No entry there. Do you hear?” She said chuckling and spread her
wings permitting me to shave.

Without wasting any time, I applied cream and began to shaving
her starting with the top and then worked my way to sides. I was
tense when my fingers were forced to enter my slit a little, to
pull the lips tight as I shaved.  I relished the sensation,
enjoyed the first view of my sister pussy that caused my cock to
throb beneath her ass. For this I longed with all of my
horniness. It was apparent that Joni enjoyed my touch. She
twisted, shivered and even moaned as I went on to shave. I
couldn’t tell if she was horney as I was or wet, because of the
water that covered her bottom, but I felt district slipperiness
around her pussy lips when she raised her butt to let me shave
lower.

Once I was done, I washed her baby soft pussy with water,
purposely splashing some over her shirt. When all of the stubble
was scraped free, her pubic area was shiny and smooth as a
baby’s.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off? I can wash your body and put
baby oil all over you” I asked in fancying to see her breasts.

Joni smiled closing her mouth with both hands then said; “I am
guessing that you want to see my tits. Don’t you bro?” She looked
into my eyes, smiled again, this time displaying her sweat smile
then in one swift move, pulled her shirt off her body, leaving
her extremely beautiful breasts out in open.

"They're beautiful Joni." I told her after ogling at them for a
good while.

"Do you want to touch them?" She asked.

"Yes" I said pleadingly as my cock violently throbbed in presents
of her fully naked body.

"Do You Really? Then do it Bro." She said.  "Is this going to be
your first time? They are your to touch while we are in here. Do
what you want”

I reached out and put my hands against her tits, feeling them
against my palms. She pushed her chest forward and moaned with
the contact. I felt the tips of her nipples pushing against my
hands, felt the softness of her flesh as I squeezed. Her hands
came up and rested on my shoulders. I arched my back and pulled
her closer my mouth. My lips began kissing the top of her tits,
switching from left to right, avoiding the nipples for now,
feeling the softness of femininity against my mouth, inhaling the
scent of a my sister’s body in intimacy. I kissed all around her
breasts, working my way from the outside to the center, finally
capturing her right nipple in my mouth. We stared at each other,
naked, wet, and lustful.

She reached out, putting her hands on my chest and pushed me to
the wall. Our lips met for the first time. She was a great
kisser, both soft and insistent at once. She sucked my tongue
into her mouth and I did the same.  Our saliva went from one
mouth to the other. I rocked my hips slowly gliding my cock
between her folds, occasionally bucking my hips to send it near
her wet pussy hole.

“Are you trying to stick it where I think you are?” My sister
asked raising her hips to bury her tongue in my mouth while my
cock rested on her thigh.

“I’ll let you, but you have to do one thing first and promise me
that you will never again do it with a guy”

“What do I have to do?” I hissed.

“First is drinking pussy juice, as you guys call it. You need to
learn how to do it. But once I let you inside of me, you can’t
ever again have sex with guy. You know bro, I planned and worked
hard to get you this far. I never thought I would let you inside
of me, but I would, just so that you will forget your past and
become straight”

I happily agreed to drink her juice and stay away from male sex,
even though I have never had sex with another guy in my entire
life.

Joni stepped out of the tub sat on the vanity again and asked me
to get between her legs. She told me that I need to know how to
satisfy a woman if I want to be straight, so knowing how to eat a
pussy skillfully is one of the things that I should learn. 
Wanting nothing more than to enjoy my sister's body for long as I
can, I started kissing her inner thigh, kissing and licking
softly up to her groin.  I glanced between her legs and leaped
forward.  Her shaven vagina was hovering over my face, the scent
of her arousal filling my nostrils. I looked at her swollen lips,
her swollen clit, at the moisture that was actually dripping off
of her, wetting her inner thighs and dampening her freshly shaven
pussy. My sister seemed to be as excited as I was….

Then I lowered my head slowly, my tongue swirling in and out of
her very juicy pussy. When she moaned, I took a long licks swipe
of Joni's love lips and then looked up at her. Then I closed my
eyes and leaned forward surround the pink nubbin with my lips. My
sister's hips lunged downwards and she cried out in ecstasy as my
tongue gently touched her most sensitive clit. Her legs went over
my shoulders and she dug her heels into my back. In only seconds
she came, grasping my head in both hands, she attempted to
manipulate my mouth to gain even more of the sensations that
emanated from her pussy. Her juices flowed like a river onto my
chin and down to the bathroom floor.

“Ohh… bro you were really good. In fact you were great. You can
get your thing in me anytime you are ready” Joni said still
shivering from her orgasm.

The minute I stood up between her parted legs, my sister slowly
moved forward, till her pink lips touched my inflamed cock-head.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine tasting her own
juice from my lips and tongue. She looked as she was in a
bewilderment state. Then, I did just what she asked. I held her
legs high and swirled my cock all over her steaming sex. Then I
grasped the base of my cock and slowly slipped it into her tight,
wet opening. I looked down to see my sister's pussy lips grab my
cock-head as it disappeared in to her soaked pussy. I went slow,
making progress inch at a time inside her tight pussy that was
steaming, soaked and so smooth. Hot and tight wouldn't describe
the feeling. Joni's mouth opened in a wordless cry of pleasure,
her face a rictus of desire. Soon, I bottomed out, all eight
inches sheathed within her taut, tanned young body. Gradually
withdrawing, and then gently sliding back in. When she adjusted
her position on the vanity, I gave her untrained body a chance to
adjust to my size.

“I love you bro” Joni cried trying to meet my thrusts with pushes
of her own.

My eyes ravished her exposed breasts. Soon my hands followed
where my eyes lay eagerly kissing her breast, nipple, shoulder,
neck, cheek and lips. Joni held me tight from my waist. I pushed
my cock in all the way in and held her when I felt gush of hot
juice lubricating my pole.
As the speed of my thrusting increased, my sister began to move
with me, rocking her hips to meet my body. The liquid sounds of
our merging grew louder, a sonata of our elation. Moments later I
grabbed her and slammed my cock in all the way and fucked her
pussy hard and fast, locking my lips onto hers. My cock began to
pulse and felt a jolt moving quickly towards my sack. First a
feeble stream, then a strong spurt, followed by a half-dozen more
as my seeds drained white-hot into her body. I moaned loudly
biting her lips as Joni's body trembled and shivered. We stood
holding, kissing and petting each other for a while.

“You were far better than I could have imagined in my wildest
dreams. I have never finished this many times in one session”
Joni said admiring my still hard cock.

“I didn’t plan to do this like everything else, but I got to feel
your manhood in my mouth right now” My sister whispered as she
knelt in front and took my cock in her mouth.

I now realize how much my sister Joni loves me and all the
sacrifices that she made to change my life. As a result, I gain
confidence to ask girls out. I found several girls who were very
appealing and dated them until I started going steady with Kathy
from another area at work.

Joni and I still have wild sex when we are alone. She said that
she really likes the way my cock finds her G-spot giving her
multiple orgasms in a very short period of time. However, she
doesn’t ask me to do her hair anymore, since it isn’t a manly
job.