Tempting Little Sister
Even expecting the most exquisite feeling in the world, I still groaned when I felt it. An intense pleasurable feeling between my legs pulled me out of my slumber, and I opened my eyes with a smile. I lay naked in my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my little sister's head buried between my legs. She had thrown off the blankets and had already set to work waking me with a blowjob.
She didn't even have to be asked this time. No games, no coercion, no playing master and slave. She was doing it because she wanted to. I, of course, wanted it just as much, or perhaps more, than she did, but it thrilled me that she had taken the initiative this time. Amy could sometimes be bratty, sometimes possessive, sometimes demanding, but right now she only wanted to please her big brother.
I was pleased. Damn, I was pleased! It really didn't surprise me or catch me off guard, considering how intimate we had become in the past couple of days, and especially the way she had snuggled with me last night when we went to bed. She hadn't been content to just lie there next to me, or even to wrap her arms around me. No, she had been quite active, groping and fondling me and insisting that I do the same to her. Even if I hadn't promised to do everything she said yesterday, I would have been more than happy to agree to that particular demand.
She had certainly been enthusiastic, which I attributed to childlike curiosity. By now we had spent a day and a half together without clothes on, but there seemed to be no end to her passion for exploring my body. Of course, I couldn't claim to be the most sexually experienced teenager myself; never had I met a girl so willing to let me touch her like that. We both had been learning a lot about the opposite sex in the last thirty-six hours. If my own feelings were any indication, Amy was like a child with a new toy. Actually, that was exactly what I had been for her the whole day yesterday, not that I had any complaints.
That enthusiasm hadn't waned. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly as she sucked and licked my cock, just like it was a lollipop. I reveled in the intense pleasure that she gave me, and in the knowledge that she enjoyed doing it to me. I couldn't help but let out a groan, and Amy glanced up and noticed that I was awake. Her face broke out into a wide grin, or at least as much of a grin as she could manage with her mouth wrapped around my dick, and I smiled back.
I loved my little Amy, my cute and cuddly little sister. It didn't matter that I was fourteen and she was only eleven; she was still a beautiful girl, and so very very sexy. Apparently she wasn't as na�ve about sex as I had thought at first, and having now experienced her first taste of it, she was hooked. Of course, I was in a similar state, especially now with her giving me such thrilling pleasure.
Having just awoken, I didn't have the strength or willpower to hold back, so I didn't last long. At the first sign of the mounting pressure in my loins, I warned Amy that I was about to cum. Truth be told, I hoped she would keep right on going, and to her credit and my delight, she did. Instead of drawing back or releasing me, she just continued sucking, gazing lovingly into my eyes to make it clear that she was doing this as a sign of just how much she adored me.
That look put me over the edge. I grunted as my cock jerked in her mouth, erupting with passion. I watched in marvel as her throat contracted over and over again, swallowing it all not just with stoic resolve, but with that same enthusiasm with which she had pleasured me with her mouth. She actually enjoyed it!
After it was all over, I closed my eyes and relaxed in the post-orgasmic euphoria, the pleasant exhaustion that always follows such a climax. Amy lay down beside me and cuddled up next to me. Somehow I found the strength to lift my arm and wrap it around her, hugging her body to me.
"I love you, Rick," she told me.
"I love you too, Amy," I mumbled without opening my eyes.
I love you too, Amy. The words echoed in my mind. I loved my little sister. Perhaps I loved her a little too much. Most of society would say that what we were doing with each other was wrong, but I just couldn't bring myself to believe it. Until recently I had been the worst kind of brother, the kind that ignores or marginalizes or doesn't want to have anything to do with his sister. What had changed my attitude was, quite frankly, sex. I had used her body for my own carnal desires, an unpleasant thought when I looked at it that way. But in the end, it had worked out all right. I hadn't hurt Amy; on the contrary, I had let given her a chance to explore her sexuality in a safe environment, a place where she could experiment without fear or worry. Why should anyone call it wrong, when it had done far more good for her than letting her explore those feelings with someone who might not be as gentle or caring?
But with the fall from the erotic high also came guilt. Not for what I had done, but for what I was about to do. True, Amy had asked me to do it, but she was only eleven years old, and could hardly be expected to understand all of the consequences of her request. I hadn't exactly agreed, but by my silence I had implicitly given her the idea that I would follow through with her request. But how could I take the virginity of my own sister?
Part of me honestly believed that it was just a natural progression from what we had already done to each other, the logical next step. Why shouldn't we consummate what we had begun a couple of days earlier? I would enjoy it, she would enjoy it, and we would never have to wonder about it again. We would never have to ask ourselves the question that had haunted men since the dawn of the human race, "What if?"
But part of me also knew that Amy was too young. She didn't understand, couldn't understand, what it meant. To her it was all just a game, just like we had been playing all weekend. She was still a child, still innocent and na�ve, still experiencing her first puppy love. There were so many things she needed to learn first, so many lessons to prepare her for one of the most important decisions of her life. She trusted me, and she was right to do so, but she needed to become a little less trusting, a little more cynical. She needed to learn not to fall for the first boy who paid attention to her, or for the boy who was handsome but not at all nice, or for the most popular kid at school. She needed to learn to cope with the embarrassment of rejection, or the thrill of success. Hell, half of those things I still didn't understand fully. All I knew was that if I truly loved her, I would give her time to discover those things. Maybe in a few years, if she came to me again and asked me the same favor, I would agree. But not now.
This would change our relationship; that much was certain. Truthfully, I was a little afraid of that. I had just recently begun to actually like her again, after spending a couple of years being embarrassed by her. This change that we had gone through was new and exciting and wonderful, and I didn't want to give that up. But what would happen if we had sex? It would turn us both into something different, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out what that would be.
There was another problem, too. I was her brother. Yes, that meant she had a childish adoration for me, but it also meant that with the stigma of incest, she might one day feel ashamed of what we were doing. If we just fooled around a little, it might not be too bad, but she would never forget her first time going all the way. How would she feel in ten years, or twenty, with the pressures of society telling her that this was wrong, and all the while knowing that her virginity had been taken by her brother? How could I do that to this precious little girl who loved and trusted me so much?
What a time to develop a conscience! With Amy lying naked beside me, curled up in my arms with her beautiful young face so close to mine, with her lovely preteen body so close to me, I wondered if perhaps I was already too late. Should I have even taken the first step a couple of days ago? Did I really, honestly, truly believe that what I had done to her the right thing for her?
I love you too, Amy. Once more the words returned, and I realized that that was the answer. I loved her, and although I wasn't the most experienced or the most wise or the most knowledgeable, I knew that as long as I let my love for her guide my actions, I would make the right decision.
I would not take her virginity after all.
I sat up, causing Amy to roll off of me. She remained lying lazily on the bed, gazing up at me as I swung my legs over the edge and sat there, wrestling with my thoughts. With her position sprawled out on the bed with that smile on her face that seemed to be a permanent part of her features, she looked so cute, so vulnerable, so beautiful.
"Amy," I said, "I need to talk to you about something. This is serious."
"Okay," she said, sitting up and climbing onto my lap. That felt way too good.
"Look, Amy," I told her. "You know I love you, right?"
"I know," she smiled, throwing her arms around me and giving me a hug. "I love you too."
"Good. So you need to understand something. I can't take your virginity."
"Why not?" she asked, with the disappointed look on her face that I had expected.
"Because that's something special, and it has to be at the right time."
"It's the right time now," she insisted.
"No it's not. Amy, I've loved playing these sexy games this weekend, and I hope we can keep doing it. But this isn't a game anymore. Once you lose your virginity, you can never take it back again. You need to know what you're getting into before you give it up, and I don't think you're old enough to understand that yet."
"I am too! I'm not as dumb as you think I am."
"I don't think you're dumb. I think you're pretty smart. But what happens in a few years when you fall in love with someone handsome and kind and gentle and sweet, and you want to give him something special to show how much you love him?"
"I'll bake him some cookies," she giggled.
"Amy! I'm being serious."
"Then seriously, I don't want to fall in love with someone else. I just want you."
"I wish it were that easy. I'm doing this for your own good, and one day you'll thank me. I just don't want you to make a decision that you'll regret for the rest of your life."
"Why would I regret giving my virginity to the handsomest, kindest, gentlest, and sweetest boy in the whole world?" she asked.
"You just have to trust me on this."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I've made up my mind, and you are going to have sex with me."
"Amy..."
She cut me off with a kiss. Then she drew back and grinned mischievously. "I'll bet I can get you to change your mind before the end of the day," she said.
"This isn't a game," I told her.
"Just because you know you won't win."
I sighed. This wasn't going well at all. The last thing I needed was for Amy to get competitive. She apparently didn't understand how serious this was. Well, I had said my piece, and that was that. Still, I couldn't deny that her nude body looked so tempting, even after my recent orgasm. It would feel so good to take her in my arms and love her exactly the way she wanted.
"I'm going to take a shower," I told her.
"Okay," Amy smiled enthusiastically.
"Alone," I qualified. "I need some time to think, and I need some time away from you."
She looked hurt, and I felt bad about what I had said. "Why?" she asked.
"Because you're just too damn irresistible," I replied, trying to lighten up the mood. It seemed to work, because the smile returned to her face.
I climbed out of my bed and headed toward the bathroom. Amy looked like she wanted to follow, but fortunately she obediently stayed where she was. Truth be told, if she had insisted on showering with me, I wouldn't have had the will to say no. I wasn't lying when I called her irresistible.
I closed and locked the bathroom door just in case she changed her mind later, then used the toilet and started the water in the shower. As soon as it was hot enough, I climbed in.
I spent a couple of minutes just standing there letting the water cover me, relaxing me and washing away all of my worries. There's nothing like a hot shower to clear the mind, and right now I needed my mind clear. I needed to be calm, composed, and ready to face my little sister with the resolve not to give in to her. For her own sake, I had to be strong.
Suddenly, the shower curtain opened. "Surprise!" Amy exclaimed with a big grin on her face.
"Amy!" I said. "What are you doing?"
"You didn't think I would let you take a shower all by your little ol' lonesome, did you?" she asked.
"But I locked the door."
"All it takes is a butter knife to pick the bathroom lock," she explained.
One thing I had to say for her, she certainly was determined.
I sighed. "Get in," I conceded.
Amy stepped into the tub, and I moved over to give her room. She slipped past me to the hot water, and I noticed that she deliberately rubbed up against me in the process. She gave me a sly wink and a grin, then stood under the water and let it dampen her hair and body. I watched with appreciation as she bathed, staring at her sexy young body. She was still a little too young to have hair anywhere below her neck, giving me an unobstructed view of her just-budding breasts and cute little immature mound. Her skin was silky smooth, so tender and so beautiful, and that shapely little W-shape between her legs was still one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
I could have that, I realized. She wants to give it to me. It's only my own stubborn conscience that keeps it from me. I had to be careful; those thoughts were dangerous. I couldn't afford to let myself think them too much, or I would end up giving in, causing untold damage to my little sister. No, I would have to be content to just look, and maybe fondle a little.
Apparently Amy liked to fondle just as much, because just as I was thinking that, she reached out and grabbed my cock. "Does Dick want to come out and play?" she asked with a giggle.
"I think Dick needs a shower," I replied, playing along. "He's been feeling kind of dirty lately."
"I'll bet he has!" Amy said. "I like it when Dick gets dirty. I guess we'd better get him all nice and clean." She reached for the soap.
From the first moment that she touched me, I knew it wouldn't be long before I climaxed. My mind was pretty sure that my little sister had just given me a blowjob, but as far as my body was concerned, it might as well not have even happened. Her hands felt too good on me. For all her pretense of just wanting to "wash" me, her motions made it clear that she had something a lot more naughty in mind. I closed my eyes and let it happen, luxuriating in the feeling of her tiny hands pumping up and down on the most sensitive part of my body, sliding along the shaft with the slickness of the soap.
I could get used to this, I decided. It might have all started as a game, but I wanted to keep experimenting with my little sister. I wanted to keep looking for new ways to give each other pleasure. There was one line that we couldn't cross, but there were plenty of things we could do on this side of that line. I wondered how long it would be before our parents left us alone for the weekend again. Or maybe just for a few hours. That would be plenty of time. Yes, plenty of time.
Suddenly, Amy let go, and I groaned in frustration. "All clean," she announced.
"Oh come on, Amy!" I exclaimed. "You can't just get me worked up like that and then stop."
"I don't intend to. I just don't want you going off early. Not until we go back to your room and do it properly."
I knew exactly what she meant by that.
"You know I can't do that," I insisted.
She shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said. She rinsed off her hands, then slipped past me to the other end of the tub, opened the shower curtain, and stepped out.
The little brat! That was the first thing that entered my mind. Then I realized that I probably deserved that. I was the one who had started these sexual games, getting Amy's hopes up and not following through. She was just giving me what I had given her. Still, a little sexual frustration was better than making a mistake that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Besides, once I had a chance to calm down, I could see the humor in the situation. I had created a monster. Amy had always been a tease, but just in the last couple of days I had given her a new way to torment me.
I still needed time to cool my hormones, so I stayed in the shower another five minutes. I tried to think of anything but sex, anything but my little sister, and in the end it worked, because my cock eventually deflated. Only then did I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I reached for a towel to dry myself, taking extra long because I needed to stay away from my sister as long as possible right now to steel myself for more of the same kind of teasing.
It was a good thing that I did, because when I returned to my bedroom, I found Amy lying there on my bed, her legs spread and one of her hands rubbing between then.
"Just warming myself up for you," she said with a sly grin.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You're not exactly subtle, are you?" I asked.
She kept that grin on her face as she said, "I'm not trying to be subtle. I'm trying to be irresistible."
"And you're doing a great job," I said. "But Amy..."
"But what? Don't you want to make your little sister feel good?"
"God, do I ever!" I exclaimed. "I'll tell you what. Since you've obviously gotten your hopes up, I don't want to completely disappoint you. I'll give you what you want, but just not how you want it. Besides," I added, "I owe you from when you woke me up."
"Okay," she sighed. "I guess it's a nice consolation prize."
I knelt between her legs, placed my hands on the insides of her thighs and gently pushed her legs open a little further. I took a moment to inhale her delicate aroma, so clean after her shower but with the unmistakable scent of her arousal. It was such a delicious smell, one that I would love to get used to. But more than the smell, I wanted a taste of her.
I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue, gently brushing it against her young, immature slit. Amy let out a gasp, and her whole body quivered at the sensation. I loved it. Not giving her a chance to calm down, I licked her again, causing a similar tremble to run through her body. I lapped at her over and over again, running my tongue all over her young, hairless mound, savoring the heavenly flavor.
My tongue sought out her little clit, flicking against it then tracing circles around it. Judging by the almost cat-like mewling coming from my little sister's mouth, I could tell that she loved that most of all. I loved it too; I loved to hear those sounds and feel her young body against my tongue and taste her sweet nectar.
Regardless of my vow not to take things too far with Amy, this was something I could do for her. She loved it, and despite not receiving any physical pleasure, I loved it nearly as much. At least we could make each other feel good in this way.
I spent some time just kissing her as well, giving my lips a sample of what my tongue was experiencing. Although it wasn't as intensely pleasurable for her or for me, it felt somehow just a little more intimate. I decided that I liked intimate.
I also used my tongue to drill inside her pink feminine opening, not too far because she was still a virgin, but just enough to taste her inside just like I tasted her outside. Amy seemed to really enjoy that too, perhaps even more than she had enjoyed it when I had done this to her last night. I suspect that she was fantasizing that it wasn't my tongue, but another part of my anatomy, that was inside her. I probably shouldn't have encouraged that fantasy, but she just tasted too damn fine for me to stop now. Besides, I could sense from the increase in her wriggling and the volume of her moans that she was nearing orgasm, and I didn't want to rob her of that.
I did, however, move up to her clit, which was by now fully exposed. I lapped at it quickly and mercilessly, overjoyed that I was about to give her such pleasure. When she squealed in ecstasy, I knew that I had done my job; I had brought her over the edge. The knowledge that I had given my sister such joy was almost too much for me; I was on the verge of climaxing right there despite not having been physically stimulated.
Eventually I pulled back, smiling up at the face of my little Amy as she beamed at me with unbridled adoration.
"Mmmmm..." she hummed. "That was a great warm-up."
"A great warm-up to what?" I asked.
"I think you already know."
"I told you, Amy..."
She burst out laughing. "Just kidding," she said. "You're so gullible sometimes, Rick."
That may have been true, but I was pretty convinced that she would have followed through if I had taken her up on the offer.
Amy was her usual bubbly and cheerful and affectionate self the rest of the morning. There was something sexy about her cheerfulness, but maybe that was just because it was teasing and flirtatious. She was just discovering her sexuality, after all, and even though she might not understand what she was doing, she really was working her charms on me.
Or it could just be that seeing her continuously naked was keeping me in an aroused state, and I interpreted anything she did as sexy.
She sat next to me at the breakfast table, and constantly came up with excuses to reach across the table for the sugar bowl or napkins or orange juice, most of the time standing up and stretching her body out in front of me. Being so young, she wasn't as curvaceous as she would be in a few years, but what she did have she used to the fullest. For an eleven-year-old, she certainly knew quite a few big-girl tricks. I spent the entire meal almost painfully erect.
It didn't help that as soon as I got up from the breakfast table, she jumped on my back and insisted that I give her a piggy-back ride. With her tiny boobs pressed up against my shoulder blades and her sweet little pussy lips against my lower back, I would be a fool to say no, despite the fact that I was still full from breakfast and she was a little heavier than was comfortable. I had her adjust her arms so that she wouldn't choke me, then walked around the house with her on my back.
She wasn't just content to do that, though; she used it as an opportunity to give me kisses on the cheek and neck. Again, I knew she was just flirting with me, but I wasn't complaining. Worse (or better, depending upon your point of view), her legs wrapped around my hips put her feet right in my crotch, and although she was careful not to kick me, she did tend to rub her feet against my erection a little more than could be explained by accident. I knew what she was doing; I think she knew that when a man gets worked up sexually, it becomes extremely difficult for him to control himself. I probably should have put an end to her games, but I was enjoying myself too much.
I carried her for more than was probably healthy, but it felt just too good for me to worry about the growing ache in my back. But unfortunately, even an eleven-year-old girl gets heavy after a while, so I eventually had to sit down on the couch and have her scramble off my back.
If I thought that was the end of our playing though, I was mistaken. She rose to her feet and stood in front of me.
"Cuddles?" asked Amy, reaching out for me and giving me that cute little puppy-dog look that she knew I couldn't resist.
"Okay," I conceded. I expected her to sit down next to me and wrap her arms around me, but instead she hopped up on my lap, straddling my hips. I gasped as she pressed her body up against mine, especially her hairless little mound squeezing against my erection. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
Damn, she felt good! Although she still had plenty of room to grow, she was still soft in all the right places. I knew I would never get tired of feeling her like this.
I wrapped my own arms around her back and hugged her, and we sat there for the longest time enjoying the intimacy and closeness. Despite my reservations not to take things too far, I wasn't about to let go of her before she let go of me first. I wish I could say I just liked to hug her in a platonic, non-sexual, big brother kind of way, but the truth is, I was getting hornier by the second.
It grew worse when Amy began to move. It was just small, almost undetectable motions at first, so subtle yet so very stimulating. In the beginning I thought it was just the natural movements of our bodies as we breathed, the rhythmic expanding and deflating of our chests and the motions in the rest of our bodies that resulted from it. I could feel Amy rise up ever so slightly against me, then sink down. Then up, then down again. I could feel it in her chest, her cute little immature chest with those small yet deliciously soft breasts that were now rubbing against me, ever so slightly.
But it was far more apparent, and far more pleasurable, down lower. My cock, stiff beyond belief, was nestled between our bodies. Against one side I could feel my own belly, but against the other were the delicate and soft lips of Amy's young pussy. Every motion caused those lips to stroke me in tiny, gentle movements. I might not have even noticed except for just how sensitive I was down there at the moment. My nerves were all tingling like crazy, especially on the underside where Amy rubbed me with her young and sweet outer lips.
I could feel those lips part slightly, spreading around the shaft. Had she been a couple of inches higher, they would have caught the tip of my cock, drawing me inside her the way she wanted. I was so tempted to give in, to just grab her, lift her up, and impale her on my stiff erection. It would have been so easy. She wouldn't complain; she would love it as I thrust inside of her over and over again until I exploded deep within her body. She might even thank me afterward. Why did I have to be so stubborn about this?
Suddenly she shifted her weight, lifting up a couple of inches. Before I could react, she reached down between us, grabbed my shaft, and pointed it toward her waiting opening.
"Amy!" I exclaimed.
"Oops," she giggled.
"Oops?"
"Yeah, it was an accident, I swear."
I swatted her hand away, and she reluctantly sank back down on my lap, fortunately in the same position as before with my cock pinned between our bodies.
"Can't blame me for trying," she sighed.
"I told you before, this isn't a game," I insisted.
"Okay, we can just do regular cuddles," she said, pressing her body tightly against mine as she hugged me.
With both of us nude, there was really no such thing as regular cuddles, but now was certainly not the time to argue semantics. I embraced Amy and continued to run my hands tenderly all over her back.
It doesn't have to be this way, I thought. You could let her do it. She practically raped you just now. If you gave in, Amy wouldn't blame you. Hell, she'd thank you! She's not the only one who wants it; you want it just as much, if not more. Just because she doesn't understand what she's getting into doesn't mean that it would hurt her. Maybe she's right. Maybe it would be the best thing for her. You can't deny that you would enjoy every second of it.
But I could deny that it would be good for her. I silenced the metaphorical devil on my shoulder and stubbornly refused to give in. No matter how much I wanted it, no matter how good it would feel, if I loved Amy I would deny myself that pleasure, and save her from herself.
Just then, the phone rang. Amy hopped up and skipped over to it, showing her usual enthusiasm. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she greeted. "Oh, hi Mom. Are you on your way home? Okay. About three. Got it. Yep. Rick and I are having lots of fun." Then she laughed as something their mother said was obviously funny. "No. He's been really good to me this weekend. He's finally acting like a big brother should. All right. We'll see you at three. I love you. So does Rick, although he would never admit it." I playfully stuck my tongue out at her, and she flashed me a teasing grin. "Bye, Mom," she said into the receiver, then hung up the phone.
"What was that laugh for?" I asked.
"She was shocked that you were actually spending time with me."
"I think she'd be more shocked if she discovered how I was spending this time with you," I laughed. Amy did too.
"So Mom and Dad will be back around three. So you still have plenty of time to take my virginity." She said it teasingly, obviously treating it as a running gag.
I groaned, playing along. "You really don't give up, do you?" I asked.
"You're going to give up first," she told me. "You already said I'm irresistible." Then she flirtatiously batted her eyelashes at me. It was so obvious and over-the-top that I couldn't help but laugh.
"So anyway," I said, deliberately changing the subject, "I think we should probably get dressed just after lunch, just in case they come home early. I don't want to think of what might happen if they caught us naked. That still gives us time--"
"For you to--" she interrupted playfully, but I had expected that and cut her off early.
"For us to have fun," I said.
Amy laughed. "Okay, okay," she conceded. "Speaking of having fun, I have a great idea."
"I think I know what it is, and the answer's no."
"That's not what I meant," she said. "Lie down."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I want to give you a massage," she replied.
"Okay!" I agreed immediately, remembering how nice it had felt when she had massaged me on Friday night. I got down on the floor, then spread out on my stomach.
"No," said Amy. "On your back."
This was just getting better and better! I rolled over, smiling as I stared up into the beautiful face of my lovely little sister.
"Now put your hands behind your head," she instructed. I followed her orders, enjoying this little game of hers.
"And now we'll start off this game with... a tickle!" she exclaimed, thrusting her fingers into my armpits.
I'm ashamed to admit that I shrieked like a little girl when she did that, causing Amy to burst out laughing at my reaction. I laughed too, but whether that was from the humor of the situation or merely because Amy refused to stop tickling me, I don't know. I did, however, reflexively throw my arms down to trap her fingers so they didn't have much room for motion. Still, there was enough to continue tickling me, so I grabbed her arms and shoved her away from me.
Now it was my turn to go on the offensive. I reached out and tickled her sides, where I knew she was particularly ticklish. Her reaction was much the same as mine, except that she fell backward and kicked out at me with her feet. Her heel accidentally connected with my chin.
Immediately she realized her mistake.
"I'm sorry, Rick!" she said. Though my jaw hurt, there was really no harm done, and the look of anger that must have been on my face immediately softened. Amy sat up and scooted over to me, then wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "Forgive me?" she asked.
"I forgive you. It was my fault anyway. Let's not tickle each other anymore, all right?"
"All right," she said. "So if I promise not to tickle you, will you still let me give you a massage?"
"Sure," I smiled. "Although maybe you should start with my chin. After that kick, that's the part of me that needs it the most."
Amy immediately leaned in and kissed me on the chin, right where she had previously kicked me. "How's that?" she asked.
"All better," I said. "Is that how you're going to massage the rest of me?"
"The rest of you isn't hurt," she replied, to my disappointment. For an instant, I had the strangest desire in my entire life; I actually wished she had kicked me between the legs. It would almost have been worth it.
"I have another idea though," she said. "Lie down on your back again, but this time, close your eyes."
"You're not going to tickle me?" I asked.
"No, I'm not going to tickle you."
"I don't know if I trust you," I joked.
"You don't trust your little sister?" she asked with a teasing little pouty face.
"Not after what happened last time."
"Well then, look," she said, then stepped back, put her hands behind her head, and closed her eyes. "See, Rick? This is how much I trust you. Can't you at least trust me a little bit?"
I can't deny that for a split second, I considered tickling her anyway. That thought was immediately replaced with guilt at even thinking that. Maybe three days ago I would have followed through with my diabolical scheme, but not anymore. Amy was showing love and trust for her big brother, and I could never be so cruel as to betray that trust, even in fun.
Instead, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. It was just a quick peck, not particularly sensual or romantic, but it was a kiss nonetheless. I couldn't remember the last time I had kissed her, at least on the lips. Not in many years, certainly.
Amy opened her eyes, her face lighting up into the widest grin I had ever seen. She couldn't have been more obvious if hearts started appearing around her head. I already knew she was smitten with me; she wanted me to take her virginity after all. But I loved seeing this confirmation of her affection. I think when I was honest with myself, I was just as smitten with her as she was with me.
"Rick," she said. "Would you... would you do that again?"
"You really want me to?" I asked. Amy nodded.
I leaned in and kissed her again, but this time she threw her arms around my neck and held me tightly so that I couldn't pull back. It was a useless gesture though; the last thing I wanted to do was end it. I kissed her sweetly and tenderly, realizing that this might be another first for her. For all I knew, she had never kissed a boy before. Not like this, anyway. With that in mind, I wanted to make it special for her; she deserved nothing less.
I found her in my arms again a moment later, our bodies pressed together as we kissed. It took on a new meaning this time though; before it had just been "cuddles" with perhaps a dash of sexuality because of our lack of attire. Now it was the embrace of two lovers, two people who cared nothing of the rest of the world and wanted only to please each other. I loved Amy, Amy loved me, and at the moment, nothing else mattered.
I was almost sad to see it end, and surprised when she was the first one to draw back. She had always been so affectionate with me, and until recently I couldn't even stand her. If I had had to predict which of us would break the kiss first, I would have chosen myself.
For an instant I felt disappointed, like perhaps Amy didn't love me as much as I thought. But then I realized that this had nothing to do with Amy; it had to do with me. I had wanted that kiss to keep going.
"Now let's get on with your massage," said Amy. Although I kind of regretted not getting to kiss her more, I liked the idea of the massage even better. I lay back down on my back, though this time I kept my arms at my sides, just in case.
To my surprise, Amy threw one of her legs over me and straddled my thighs. Just like during the cuddling, she ended up with her pussy lips right over my cock. I was about to warn her that that wasn't such a good idea when she leaned forward and began to rub my shoulders. I stared up into her beautiful and adoring young face, with her long hair thrown over one side to hang down beside my head, and knew that I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop.
I sighed as her tiny little hands worked over my shoulders, relaxing me. I had half a mind to suggest she become a professional masseuse, just so that I could have her do this to me all the time.
As she massaged me, she gently rocked her hips back and forth. As before, it was at first almost imperceptible. In fact, I wondered if she was doing it deliberately, or if it was just a natural counter motion to her hands on my shoulders. But bit by bit, the motions grew more pronounced, taking longer and covering more area.
I knew what she was doing. The phone call had interrupted our "cuddles" before, just when things were getting good. So naturally she wanted to continue where she left off. Again, I considered telling her not to do it, but with the way I was feeling, if she refused to stop I don't think I would have had the willpower to insist.
When she lay down against me and started kissing my chest while still keeping those rocking motions, I knew for certain they weren't just incidental. Still I let her continue, especially since her lips felt so good on my body. For an eleven-year-old girl, she was certainly a seductress! Maybe there was an instinctual knowledge in all girls about how to seduce a man. It might be dormant in their early years, but Amy was certainly making use of it now.
She rose back up after a few minutes and ran her hands all over my shoulders, chest, and stomach. She even let her fingers brush against the tip of my cock that was peeking out from beneath her body.
By now, she had pretty much given up on all pretense of hiding the motions of her hips, and was rubbing against me quite vigorously. Her sweet little pussy lips had spread around my cock again, leaving trails of moisture on the shaft as she humped me. I knew we were practically having sex, and somewhere in the back of my mind I also knew that I should put an end to this, but I couldn't work up the willpower to tell her to get off of me.
"Rick," she breathed, and I could tell by the sound that she was as excited as I was. "Let's... Let's... Let's do this right."
"Oh God, Amy... I can't..." My willpower was quickly breaking down, and I found myself more and more wanting to give in. I had already been pushed far beyond what I had expected to be able to endure. I was a horny teenage boy, after all; only my concern for Amy's welfare had gotten me this far.
"Yes you can," she said. "Come on, Rick. I really really want this."
"But you don't understand--"
"No, it's you who don't understand," she insisted. "You think I'm a little girl. You think I don't know what a big deal this is. You think if I do this, I'll regret it. You think one day I'll feel ashamed about what happened. You think I'll look back on my first time with disgust and embarrassment instead of fondness and happiness. I'm not stupid, Rick. I know what I'm doing. I know that I love you, and that you love me. You might have been a real jerk to me these past couple of years since you got it in your head that little sisters are annoying, but that's not the real you. I remember when we were younger, when you didn't mind me so much. We used to play together and have all kinds of fun doing it. Why do you think I've been hanging around you like a lovesick little girl, even when you're so mean to me? Because I want my big brother back, that's why. Not the jerk you've been pretending to be. Well, guess what? I found you again this weekend."
I was shocked at her speech. Here was this eleven-year-old girl, still a child in my eyes, talking like an adult. Not only that, but there was not a hint of na�vete or innocence about her, all the things that made up Amy. Was it possible that this whole weekend, during all of these sexual games we were playing and all of the naughty fun that we had been having, she had known exactly what was going on? Maybe she knew even better than I did.
"But what does that have to do with me taking your virginity?" I asked.
"Everything. You want my first time to be special. So do I. That's why it has to be with you, and that's why it has to be now. I need to know that you really do love me, that this whole weekend isn't just one big game, and that you won't go back to being a jerk again tomorrow. How could my first time be any more special than if you do it to show me that no matter how you've treated me in the past, you will always love me."
"Amy..."
"Please. I need this, Rick."
I reached up and cupped her cheek. She closed her eyes and nestled against the palm of my hand. She was so beautiful, so caring, so sweet. Now I could see the real Amy, just like she had always been able to see the real Rick, even through the layers of defenses I had built up around myself. She knew me better than I knew myself, and maybe, just maybe, she had known all along that in the end I would give in.
I rose to a kneeling position, then slipped one of my hands beneath her knees and one behind her back, then stood up, lifting her into my arms, causing her to giggle.
"I think it will be a lot more comfortable in bed," I said.
Her eyes opened, and she stared at me with glee. "You mean...?" she asked.
"That's exactly what I mean," I said. "If this is what you really, truly want, then I want it too."
"Oh god, Rick!" she breathed. "I--"
I cut her off with a kiss, then carried her back into my bedroom, the place where we had had so much fun this weekend, learning to love each other. Now we would consummate that love, like we were always meant to. Yes, I knew now that it was supposed to be this way. I had been so stupid not to see it.
I gently laid her on the bed, giving her another kiss. As soon as I drew back, she closed her eyes and sighed. I spent a moment standing above her and admiring her beautiful young body, sprawled out on my bed like that, waiting, ready. Then I knelt down next to the bed beside her hips and lowered my head toward her pussy.
"Not like that," Amy said.
"It's just to warm you up," I replied.
"Oh. Okay," she smiled.
As I had done that morning, I opened my mouth and brushed my tongue against her lovely little hairless lips, causing her to gasp. This time I focused less on the button on the top, and more on the slit below it. I wasn't trying to get her off, after all, but to prepare her for what was to follow. I ran my tongue all over the whole area, both moistening her and at the same time lapping up the juices that were already flowing. I nearly trembled in excitement at the thought that in a few minutes I would bury my cock in her sweet young pussy. My little sister, my little Amy.
With my fingers, I gently massaged her between the legs, gradually relaxing her and loosening her up at the same time. I couldn't claim to be the most experienced lover in the world; I was only fourteen after all, and this wasn't just Amy's first time. But I let my love for her guide me, and I suppose that that helped me to do it right. Though my cock almost ached with anticipation, I ignored it and concentrated on warming up my little sister.
I listened for the sounds she made that were starting to grow familiar to me. Her heavy breathing, punctuated with cute little high-pitched whimpers, moans, and gasps. I also recognized the tremors running through her body, and the way she squirmed on the bed. I loved those reactions I was causing in her body; it meant that she enjoyed what I was doing to her.
My tongue penetrated inside her slit to that barrier that I would soon breach. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked all over the pink tissue between her lips. Amy responded by spreading her legs wide, opening herself to me with eagerness and anticipation. In my inexperience, I wasn't sure how much I needed to warm her up, but it sure seemed to me like she was ready now.
I drew back, then climbed onto the bed, at first lying next to her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Now you know, it's going to hurt the first time," I told her.
"I know," she smiled. "I told you I'm not stupid. But that's okay, because it's you who's doing it. I know you won't hurt me any more than you need to."
"That's right," I told her. "I wouldn't hurt you at all if there was any way to avoid it." I kissed her one last time, then rolled over and positioned myself above her. Amy spread her legs as wide as she could to give me access to her, and I reached down to place the tip of my cock against her opening. I pressed in gently, and the lips spread around the tip. Amy groaned, but it sounded more like a groan of pleasure than of pain. I hesitated then, not wanting to take it too fast and catch her off her guard.
"Amy, I'm going to go in now," I told her.
"Could you... could you do it on the count of three?" she asked.
"That's a good idea," I told her.
"Can I count?"
"Absolutely."
"Thank you, Rick. Okay, here goes. One... two... two-and-a-half... two-and-three-quarters..." I couldn't help but chuckle at that, and she joined me in the laugh. I was glad that she was relaxed enough to joke around like that. To be honest, I think I was more nervous than she was.
"Okay, for real this time," she said. "One... two... three!"
I lowered my weight onto her body, pressing into her with firm but not violent force. For a moment, her maidenhead strained against the intrusion, then suddenly it gave way, and I felt myself plunging deep inside her.
Amy sucked in her breath, her body tensing up with the pain. I immediately froze, not wanting to go any deeper until she was ready.
"Are you okay?" I asked her tenderly.
"You were right," she said. "It hurts."
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry, Rick. I want this. I'll be fine in a minute. Can you just wait for a little bit?"
"Of course. I'll wait as long as you want."
"And can you... can you kiss me again?"
"You don't have to ask me twice!" I grinned, then lowered my face and planted a deep, loving, and passionate kiss on her lips. Even in her pain, Amy managed to smile. When I finished kissing her lips, I didn't pull back, but instead moved in to kiss her on the cheek. She turned her head to the side by way of invitation, and I took her up on the offer, kissing all over her cheek, chin, forehead, and neck. I even nibbled on her ear a little. Amy just continued to smile as I planted little tokens of my love all over her face.
After a few minutes, I felt her experimentally clench her thighs, squeezing her pussy around my cock. Seeing that it wasn't as painful anymore, she said, "Rick, I want you to go again."
I pressed gently deeper inside of her, taking it slowly as she got used to me. I kept it shallow for the first few thrusts, but penetrating just a little further each time. At first I was more concerned with making sure I did everything right, perhaps worrying about it a little more than I would have if I were more experienced. Then the pleasure took over, and I let go of all my worries.
It felt amazing. It was hard to believe that I was actually inside my little sister. The walls of her pussy gripped me tightly, like a slick, wet, soft massage with every thrust. I loved the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, and the beauty of her cute little face so close to me. We didn't just have sex, we also hugged and cuddled at the same time, just like we had been doing all weekend. There was so much more to this than just the act. I understood now what it meant to truly love her.
I kissed her again, but this time she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against my lips. For a moment I hesitated; I had always thought that kind of kissing was disgusting. But then, I had never tried it before. And since this was all about making Amy's first time as special as possible, I decided to forget my own feelings and let her do what she wanted.
I opened my mouth and felt her tongue enter it. Experimentally, I brushed my own tongue against hers. It wasn't that bad. In fact, it felt kind of fun. Kind of naughty. I decided to let my inhibitions go and enjoy it. I toyed with her tongue for a while, even slipping my own into her mouth. Her lips closed, and she bit down, very gently on it, causing me to immediately pull back.
Amy giggled at my reaction to her teasing, and suddenly I realized, sex didn't have to be serious or dramatic; it could be playful and teasing and fun, just like the rest of our relationship. Understanding that, I knew then that all of my previous worries and reservations were wrong. This really didn't change my relationship with my little sister after all. She was still the same cute and adorable little girl that I loved so much. She wasn't the only one just learning about sex; I had just learned an invaluable lesson.
All during this time, I continued to thrust into her. She had long since progressed beyond pain, and seemed to enjoy it more and more as time went on. At first she simply breathed heavily and occasionally gasped, but the longer I thrust, the louder her breaths grew, until she began making those sounds again that I loved to hear. Each squeak, each whimper, each moan fueled my excitement. I suppose I sounded much the same, though I was too engrossed in the sight, sound, and feel of her to pay much attention to myself.
I loved everything about her, every inch of her body and every little piece of her personality that made up what she was. I had so many fond memories of her, and not just from this weekend. I enjoyed the memories of playing with her as a child, and even how affectionate she was when I became a teenager, though I would never have admitted it until recently. Now that I thought about it, I really did like when she met me after school or jumped on my back or insisted that I play with her. I had a girl who loved me more than anything; why should I look elsewhere for companionship?
I couldn't believe how many emotions I was feeling right now. Memories, love, and physical stimulation all surrounded me, filled me and gave me a moment of pure joy. This eleven-year-old girl, so young, innocent, and na�ve, had somehow succeeded in showing me what true happiness was.
"Rick!" she cried out, and I knew she was starting to peak. So this was it. I was about to show her the most intense pleasure that a girl could experience. Just the thought of that set me off too, and I was thrilled to realize that we were going to experience that pleasure together. I continued to thrust, but held back the release as long as possible. I wanted to make sure that I took care of Amy before myself. It was far more important for her to get off than for me.
I needn't have worried. I felt her pussy contract around me, her whole body stiffening up as it overcame her. The cute little sounds coming from her lips ceased entirely, and for a moment time itself seemed to stand still. How long did it last? One second? Two? Three at the most? It seemed like an hour. Then all at once, the tenseness went out of her body. A sound escaped her throat, a cross between a sigh, a groan, and perhaps even a bit of a scream.
At the same time, my own pleasure spiked. I felt my cock pulse, over and over again inside of her as my orgasm hit me. All of the memories, love, lust, sights, sounds, feelings, even the taste and smell of her hit me all at once. It was almost too overwhelming for me. Could a person die of too much joy? I felt like I was on the verge of it right now.
Then the moment passed, regretfully but hopefully not forever. There would be other opportunities, I knew. We lived in the same house, after all. We slept in separate beds, but with only a single wall between us. We would have to go behind our parents' backs, of course, but that still left us plenty of chances to get together. I wasn't going to give up sex with my little sister now that I knew what it felt like.
I rolled over off of her, which she took as an invitation to curl up against me. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled.
"Amy, I've been wrong about you," I told her.
"Of course you have, dummy," she teased. "Took you long enough to figure it out."
"I think my biggest mistake was in thinking that you're a little girl. You're not, you know."
"Yes I am," she smiled. "'Cause if I wasn't a little girl, I wouldn't need my big brother so much. And I like needing you."
"I'll tell you a secret. Sometimes big brothers need little sisters just as much. They just don't know it."
"So then you're not mad that I made you do this?" she asked. "It doesn't bother you?"
"At first I was worried that this would change things between us, but now I can see, it's only made them better. Amy, I want you to know that you're more important to me than anything in the world. You're right; I was a dummy to ever think you were annoying."
"Yes, you were a dummy, but I'm glad you got over it. All that matters is that you're my big brother."
"And you're my little sister." It was true. It didn't matter what my friends thought, or how this would affect my social life, or even if I would ever get a "real" girlfriend. It was enough that I had Amy as my little sister. My submissive, dominant, tempting, and most of all, my beloved little sister.
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