Author: Jon Piters
Title: A Morning Episode
Summary: Tom is a hormone loaded 13 year old who plots to get his
10 year old sister naked.
Keywords: mg inc

A Morning Episode

(c) 2016 Jon Piters

Tom is a hormone loaded 13 year old who plots to get his 10 year
old sister naked. (mg inc)

Tom was a pretty average 13 year old boy: constantly horny but
constantly frustrated by his lack of progress with girls in his
class at school. Although he had only cum for the first time 6
months ago when his first wet dream revealed the fun potential of
his cock, he was now firmly hooked on wanking and rubbed himself
off at least twice a say.

Tom was particularly frustrated today. It was the first day of
the summer holidays, which meant he wasn't even going to have the
chance to lust after the young bodies of his classmates. His
parents had both gone out to work and he could hear his kid
sister watching cartoons on the TV in the living room. Tom was
still in bed, occasionally rubbing at his semi-hard cock as he
considered the boring weeks stretching ahead. How it had changed;
a year ago he was happy to look forward to six weeks of freedom
from school. Playing games with his sister, Lindy, roaming around
together on their bikes. Now all he could think about was jerking
off.

Tom sighed and pulled the covers off his head. Squinting against
the bright sunlight he was startled to see his sister standing at
the foot of his bed. “When are you getting up? You're missing all
the programmes.”

Tom scowled, “How many times do I have to tell you to knock
before coming in my room?”

“Sorry,” she said in that irritating sing-song tone she used when
not at all sorry, “Get up sleepy head. Mum said you had to cut
the lawn before she got back.”

Tom groaned, “Go away, it's too early. Come back and wake me at
10.”

With a sniff and a poke of her tongue Lindy retreated to the
living room. Tom peered at his alarm clock. Just enough time for
a morning wank. He started to stroke his cock in earnest but
stopped, sweating in the early summer heat. Throwing off the
covers irritably he rolled out of bed shedding his pyjamas and
stretching naked in front of the mirrored door of his wardrobe.
He turned this way and that examining his body. A bit too thin
and gangly as he seemed to have shot up in height a lot recently
but, happily, none of the acne that cursed some of his friends.
He was no sportsman but he wasn't carrying the extra flab common
among many Coke and burger-guzzling boys of his age.

He turned to admire his profile and the cock which was his pride
and joy. Tom was just over 5' tall and his cock, currently rock
hard and throbbing in anticipation, was a little over 3½” long
“3¾ inches” he thought, glancing at the ruler on his desk, “Soon
be 4 inches.” He ran his fingers over the sparse growth of hair
around the base of his cock and wished he had more like some of
his friends.

Tom glanced again at his clock, he'd have to hurry before his
sister came back. As he reached for his cock he suddenly stopped.
Lindy… She was only 10 years old and his kid sister but she was a
girl. He thought back. It must be more than 4 years since he had
seen her naked when their parents decided it was time they
stopped sharing a bath and Lindy became a lot less prone to
wandering around without clothes. Not that he'd thought about it
at the time. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to picture
his sister's body but he couldn't actually remember.

Tom's mind raced. How could he persuade his sister to take her
clothes off? She certainly wouldn't just do it if asked nicely.
He checked the time again. Hell, almost too late. He didn't even
consider that he had six weeks to think about it. It had to
happen today, now! Lindy would be back in a minute to nag him
about getting up… That was it!

Tom hurried to his drawers and pulled a pair of pants out then
moved back to stand where he would be visible to anyone opening
the door. Sweating a little, he nervously checked the clock
again. Any second now. He stood poised as if about to pull on his
pants and waited. He heard the sound of his sister's footsteps on
the stairs. Now if only she ignored his instructions to not enter
his room.

Right on cue, the door banged open and his sister barged in.
“Tom, it's...” She stopped in midflow, staring at her brother,
eyes drawn magnetically to his cock. Blushing furiously she
jerked back to life. “Oh, sorry! I didn't mean...” she started to
turn away.

“Stop! How many times have I told you! Now you come barging in
when I'm dressing! I'm going to tell Mum” Tom put on his most
angry voice and scowled at his sister's back seeing from the
corner of his eye that she was watching him in the mirror.

“Please, Tom, don't say anything.” Lindy began to turn to face
him then stopped confused about what to do for the best.

“Turn round and talk to me face to face! You've already seen me
naked so it won't make any difference now.”

Lindy turned and started to sob, “Please, Tom. I'm sorry. I'll
never do it again just don't tell Mum. I'll do anything to make
it up to you.”

Tom paused as if considering, “Well maybe you didn't mean it but
it's still not right. You've seen me naked and,” he gestured to
his hard cock, “all horny.”

Lindy's eyes were again glued to Tom's cock. She suddenly jerked
her gaze away guiltily. “Tom, just tell me what I can do. Do you
want me to cut the lawn for you? For the whole holidays?”

“You're looking at my cock again! Are you some sort of pervert
spying on her brother?” The tears were running freely down
Lindy's cheeks. “I've got to tell Mum about this.”

“No!!!” wailed Lindy, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please!!!”

Tom chewed on his lip, “There's only one thing I can think of to
make it right. You should take off your clothes so I can see you
naked then we'll be even.”

Lindy drew a shuddering breath. This appealed to her childish
sense of fairness. “Will that really make it right? You won't say
anything to Mum or Dad?”

Tom's cock was wilting; he really didn't like to see his sister
crying. “If we're even then there's nothing to tell, is there?”
He handed her a tissue, “Dry your eyes and blow your nose. You
won't be very pretty with red eyes and a runny nose.”

Lindy smiled faintly, “Do you think I am pretty?”

Surprised, Tom looked at his sister with fresh eyes. Glossy
brunette hair brushing her shoulders, warm hazel eyes, full red
lips. His eyes moved downwards. Budding breasts just starting to
push again the tight material of her crisp white blouse. Long,
slim legs below her short denim shirt ending in dainty feet clad
in short white socks and glossy black pumps.

“Yes. Actually you are very pretty.” He sighed; he couldn't do
this. “I'm sorry Lindy. I shouldn't have made you cry. You don't
need to do anything for me. I won't say anything to Mum.
Promise.”

Lindy rushed over to hug him tightly. “Tom, you're lovely but a
deal is a deal. It wouldn't be fair otherwise.” She moved away
slightly, then paused. “Shall I do it now?”

Tom was frozen with indecision but Lindy took this as an
affirmative. He could only watch as his sister hesitantly
unzipped her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. She
muttered quiet, and childish, curses as it caught on her shoes.
Kicking them off, she flipped the skirt into the corner followed
by her socks. Tom drew in a sharp breath, the tight white panties
peeking from beneath the edge of her blouse did nothing to
conceal her slim hips or the length of her trim legs.

Lindy's hand went to the buttons of her blouse. A slight blush
lit her cheeks and a faint sheen of perspiration sprang up on her
upper lip. She slowly opened the fastenings and allowed the
blouse to fall open revealing her budding breasts. Really no more
than swellings behind her nipples—which Tom noted were standing
out rock hard—they were just enough to give a hint of the curves
to come. Lindy cast the blouse onto Tom's bed then, with a
defiant glint in her eyes, hooked her thumbs into her panties and
slipped them off in a single smooth motion.

“Ta daaa!” She exclaimed, posing with arms raised. “How's that?”
She pirouetted prettily as Tom's gaze roamed over her body.

Tom was struck dumb. His sister wasn't pretty, she was beautiful.
As she moved her hair swung to brush her shoulders, framing her
face perfectly. Her little breasts barely broke the smooth line
of her  chest running down across her abdomen to the lovely V of
her smooth pussy. No. He caught himself. There was just the hint
of a dark hair or two appearing at the top of her pussy. Her slim
hips and shapely legs showed the benefits of her long love of
gymnastics. Even her toes were beautiful, he thought.

Tom's cock was again fully hard and throbbing. A drop of precum
dribbled from the end and fell on the carpet. Lindy pointed, “Is
that getting hard because I'm pretty?”

Still unable to speak, Tom just nodded. “Do you want to see
inside my pussy then? It doesn't seem fair that I can see all
your bits and you can't see mine.” Tom simply stared wide eyed.

Lindy reclined on his bed and spread her legs, “Come on Tom, take
a closer look.” She commanded, opening the lips of her sweet
little pussy with her fingers. “I want us to be even.”

Tom stumbled forward and dropped to his knees. Only inches away
from his sister's pussy he examined it in detail as her fingers
slowly moved, caressing herself and occasionally straying to rub
at what Tom guessed to be her clitoris. He could smell a faint
warm musky aroma rising from Lindy's pussy—or maybe it was just
his imagination. Enraptured, he was startled from his
observations by his sister's next words.

“Tom, can you shoot stuff out of your thing?” She pointed down at
his cock. “The girls say that older boys can do that but none of
the boys in my class can.” She swallowed guiltily, “At least
that's what the other girls say...”

Tom cleared his throat noisily, “Yes,” he managed to croak, “I've
been able to do it for nearly six months.”

“Tommy,” Lindy used their childhood pet name in a wheedling
voice, “could you do it for me? I've never seen it happen
before.”

Tom was torn. Much as he would love to wank right now it just
wouldn't be right. “I can't. You're my sister. We've already done
too much.”

“Please, Tommy. I promise I'll never tell anyone. You can touch
me if you like. Pleeeeease!”

Almost of their own volition, Tom's hands moved out to touch his
sister. Running over her pert titties and hard nipples they soon
found their way to her cute little pussy. For the first time ever
his fingers slipped between the warm folds of a girl and he felt
the moisture gathering there. He slid onto the bed beside her and
explored every part of her body: small firm breasts, so smooth
skin of her neck and back, the slim yet gentled rounded buttocks,
he hesitated momentarily, the pretty pink rosebud of her anus,
firmly muscled thighs and back to the wonder of her pussy. Tom
ached to kiss his sister but knew that would be too much.

Tom slumped back, balls aching from the prolonged excitement,
cock hot and hard to the touch, precum already pooling on his
belly. “Do you want to see now, Lindy?” She nodded and moved
closer as he began to work on his cock. He could feel her breath
on his chest and the soft tickle of her hair as she moved.

“Do you want to help me finish?” He whispered, “I'm nearly ready
to shoot for you.” He felt Lindy's head nod against his chest and
her faintly shaking hand reached out.

She wrapped her fingers tentatively around his cock and tried to
imitate the motions she had just watched. Tom placed his hand
over hers, guiding her into the right rhythm. “That's it, Lindy.
Keep going, I'm nearly there.”

Tom lay back watching as his little sister wanked him. It was
never going to last very long and he soon felt the familiar
pressure building up. “A bit faster now, Lindy. It's coming any
second.” Lindy increased her pace and Tom passed the point of no
return. “Oh, I'm cumming right nowwww!”

With a tremendous surge he arched his back as his whole body
seemed to spasm through his cock. Stream after stream of hot
sticky cum shot across his chest, Lindy's face, hair and hands.
Finally able to breathe again Tom slumped back. “Sorry, Lindy. I
should have warned you to move a bit further away. I don't
normally shoot that much.”

Heedless of the cum dribbling down her face, Lindy stared
open-mouthed at Tom's cock. “Wow! That was amazing. Thanks so
much for doing that for me.” She licked a drop of cum
absent-mindedly from her lip. Catching sight of herself in the
mirror she giggled. “I guess I'd better get cleaned up.” With a
swing of the hip she gathered her clothes and left Tom's room.

Lindy was true to her word. She never came into Tom's room again
without knocking. Neither of them ever said anything to their
parents or to each other of the events of the summer morning.
Sadly for Tom, however much he tried to manoeuvre the situation,
Lindy never offered a repeat performance. Happily, the incident
with his sister did bear some fruit. With a sudden interest in
gymnastics, not at all related to a desire to ogle his sister in
a leotard, in time he came to be friends with many of her team
mates and, as these things go, found himself pairing off with a
beautiful young athlete closer to his own age.

And so, as they say, they all lived happily ever after… but
still, in the dark of the night, it was Lindy's image that
flashed across Tom's mind as he wanked.


This is a work of fiction inspired by true events. The author
does not condone or encourage incestuous or exploitative
relationships and offers this story solely for the purpose of
adult fantasy entertainment.