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 My Baby Sister Written by Muffin Stuffer

   Copyright (c) 2012, Muffin Stuffer.  ALL Rights Reserved





   This is a story about my baby sister, Emma and me.  My name is Brian and
I am 8 years old.  Emma is three years younger and in kindergarten.  It
begins, of course, when she was born and I became infatuated with her when
I helped mom change her.  As Emma grew older she and I became inseparable.
I protected her, played with her, helped her with her potty and we bathed
together.



   I was fascinated with that little peach between her legs from day one.
It was so pretty to me.  I would always touch it and try to look inside. 
Mom never told me 'No' so I learned that if it was not a 'No' then it must
be a 'Yes' and Emma sure didn't seem to mind me touching her there.



   One day when I was about 5 years old I happened to go into mom's bedroom
just like I always did and found mom on the bed naked.  That wasn't unusual
since I often saw mom naked.  What was strange was I saw her put some gold
balls into her pee pee.  Now, I had seen dad putting his pee pee in her
there and there were moans and sighs and good sounds from them both.  One
day I asked, "Mom, why is daddy putting his peepee in you?"



   "Brian, daddy and mommy are trying to make another baby sister or
brother for you." She answered.



   "Oh!" was all I could say.  I was about 5 at the time and didn't
associate what they were doing to my sister until I saw mom putting those
little balls in her peepee.



   "Mom, why are putting those balls in your peepee?" I asked her later.



   "Oh, Brian, they make me feel good and I love them moving around in
there when your daddy is not available to relieve my itch." She answered.



   Sometime later, Emma and I were taking a bath together.  She was two at
the time and she sat in a little chair in the tub to keep her from falling
over.  We were playing with our water toys and I could see her little peach
in the clear water.  I always loved to touch it and play with it and she
seemed to like it.  I was touching in her crack near the top and she was
chattering like always when she suddenly stopped talking and just kinda
froze.



   I saw her eyes were dreamy looking but they also were staring at me. 
Mom was in the next room and when she didn't hear our normal noises she
came to investigate the quiet.



   She saw Emma staring at me and my finger gently stroking in her crack.
She must have known that Emma was in a trance or feeling something special
because she gently pulled my hand away from her crack and picked me up. 
She saw my little penis was hard and the head poking out of my foreskin. 
She stroked it gently and in a short time I jerked in her arms as she
played with it.



   Emma soon returned to normal and began chattering away playing with her
toys.  She did put her hand between her legs and rub in her crack.  Mom
held me a few more minutes and then put me back in the tub.  I don't
remember exactly what mom said but it was loving and she kissed me.  I do
remember she told me to play nice with Emma and not to hurt her.



   I had no intention of hurting her.  Later Emma began playing with my
peepee and it felt so good.  It was different than when mom touched it.  I
can't explain the difference but I liked Emma playing with it.  A while
later mom returned wearing just her panties as she was going to bathe both
of us.  After she bathed us she dried us and then put baby lotion on Emma
and another oil on me.  Mine was not as smelly as Emma's



   As Emma and I got older we would play kid games together.  Mom's belly
was getting bigger and she couldn't bathe us like before.  She said it was
because of the baby growing in her belly.  I learned how to bathe Emma and
would bathe her when mom told me.  I washed myself too since I was now a
big boy.  I took special care with my peepee.  It always felt nice with the
slick soap on it.  I had to be careful though because sometimes it got
irritated from my washing it too much.



   I always washed Emma's crack very carefully.  She had a special soap
that was liquid and really slick.  She loved me washing her as she held
onto my shoulders and spread her legs for me to wash and then rinse her
with the hand shower.  The hand shower was just a gentle shower that was
soft on our skin.  I liked the feel of it on my peepee too.



   One day after Jason was born, grandma was taking care of us and it was
time for me to get ready for school she came and made sure I was bathed. 
She didn't use a flannel to wash me except my face.  She used her hands and
that felt really good.  She told me that Emma was getting to be a big girl
and that I, as her brother, should be really nice to her and make her feel
really good.  She showed me how I should seek out that little place above
her crack that would really make her feel good.  She showed me on her.  I
liked that.  Grandma also said that what we do is private between the two
of us.



   I nodded and then she dried me off and helped me dress for school.  I
loved school.  I loved recess because we got to play on the playground
stuff and the little girls liked to climb the monkey bars and hang upside
down.  I saw all of their panties and like some better than others.



   When Emma began kindergarten she came home one day and had a couple of
marbles in her pocket.  Mom never let us have marbles because of the baby
and them being a choke hazard she said.  It was then I remembered seeing
mom putting two gold marbles into her peepee.



   "Emma would you like to do what momma does with marbles?" I asked.



   "Sure but she would be mad if the baby got them."



   "I know.  This is just between you and me.  OK?" I asked.



   "OK!" She answered.



   We went to our room and I began undressing to change my school clothes.
She took her dress off and was wearing some cartoon panties.  I took my
panties off too and she thought we were going to play naked like we
sometimes do.  We began touching each other and she always liked playing
with my peepee.  She called it floppy because he always seemed to flop
around.  Anyway we ended up lying on the floor and I showed her what mom
had done with the gold marbles I had seen.



   I tried to put a marble inside her peepee but it wouldn't go in.  It
seemed to hurt her when I pushed too hard there.  I knew mom had done it
and I was determined to put it inside her peepee.  Now I never intended to
hurt Emma.  She began crying because I was hurting her down there.  I felt
bad so I leaned over her and kissed her peepee like mom always does when I
got hurt.



   Emma like me kissing her there and soon stopped crying.  Mom had heard
her crying and came to see what was wrong.  She saw me then kissing her
between her legs and guessed, wrongly, that I had tried to put my peepee in
there.



   She admonished me for trying anything like that.  "She's your sister and
brothers aren't supposed to put their penises in their sisters." She told
me.



   "I wasn't momma." I replied with tears in my eyes.  "I was trying to put
this marble in her like you do with those gold ones."



   "OH!!" She said.  "I think you and I need to have a little talk before
you really hurt Emma."



   She took me to her bedroom and took off her clothes.  She stood before
me totally naked.  I could see she looked just like Emma only bigger.  Her
peepee was bare, just bigger.  She lay down on the bed and had me come up
there with her.  She then took a hand mirror and pointed out all of her
between her legs.  She showed me where she put those gold balls and even
took one out to show me.  "Now, Emma is too little for these as there is a
little piece of skin just inside there to keep things out.  When she gets
older she can let her boyfriend or girlfriend break that so things can go
in there easily but for now she is too small.  I don't want you to put
anything in her peepee." She told me lovingly.



   My little penis was hard as could be and she saw it.  "Oh my, look at
you.  Your penis is all hard and stiff.  Do you want momma to make it go
down?"



   I just nodded not really knowing what she was going to do.  "Will it
hurt?" I asked.



   "Oh no, honey.  You will like it."



   She then lay me down on my back and leaned over me.  She kissed my belly
and took my penis in her hand and gently moved the skin up and down.  Then
she put her mouth on it and licked and sucked it.  It felt wonderful.  I
hoped I could get Emma to do that with me when I licked her peepee.



   Pretty soon I got the good feeling and was jerking up and down with her
mouth still on my penis.  After I calmed down she gave me a lick and then
kissed me on my lips.  "There, I think you will feel better now." She said.



   None of this was lost on Emma.  She had been standing at the door
watching.  When momma got off the bed, Emma ran to our room.



   It was just a couple of weeks later that I heard noises in the night.  I
got up and went to the source of the noise.  It was inside mom and dad's
room.  I listened by the closed door.  It was moaning and whispering and
funny sounds like squeaking.  I opened the door quietly and saw momma on
top of daddy.  He had his big penis standing up and momma was jumping up
and down on it.  She was really moaning and getting louder as it must have
felt good to her.  "ARRRRRGH" "OHHHHHHH!!!!" "OHHHHHH.... 
Joooooohhhhhnnnnnnnnyyyyyy" "NOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" she screamed.



   I know my eyes were huge watching them.  I realized what she meant now
about Emma being too little for marbles.  I knew then that I would have to
do that with Emma but maybe slowly so not to hurt her.  My penis was hard
like the time mom sucked me.



   Their noises soon quieted and I closed the door as momma lay on daddy. I
could see their legs were wrapped around each other's legs.  I guessed that
was good.  I then went back to my bed.



   The next morning momma came and woke me and Emma for school.  She was
wearing her house robe and it gapped open.  I could see her peepee was all
red but otherwise looked normal.  "What do you see?" she asked as I was
staring at her.



   "Nothing momma, just your peepee place." I answered.



   "Oh, well, OK!" she responded.  Then she closed her robe.



   Emma came out wearing one of my old tee shirts.  It didn't really cover
her peepee and she didn't wear panties to bed.  Her peepee looked just as
it always did.  My penis got stiff looking at her.  Dad was already dressed
and finishing his breakfast.  A quick hug and kiss from him and he was off
to work.



   It was close to the end of school and summertime was going to be fun. 
Emma and I were going to take swimming lessons and then we could play more
games together.  I really love Emma and knew she and I would have a lot of
fun this summer.



   A few weeks later Emma and I had been swimming and she said, "Brian, do
you remember those marbles?"



   "Ummmm, yeah, I do."



   "Well momma said I had to be a big girl before I could have those in me.
What did she mean?  Did she mean that I couldn't put anything inside me?"



   "Yeah I think she said that." I replied.  "Why?"



   "Because last night I was playing with my peepee and I kinda stuck my
finger inside me.  It hurt a little but then it felt really good kinda like
when you kiss and lick me there." She said.



   "Really?  Can I see?" I asked.



   "Sure" and then she took off her bikini bottom and lay down.  She spread
her legs wide and there was her crack just like always only she was
spreading it and showing me her little hole.  She then stuck her finger
inside that hole.  It must have hurt a little at first but then she got the
whole finger inside.



   "Gosh sis, that's nice.  Can I do that?" I asked her.



   "Yes, just go slow.  It's not too wet yet."



   I took my pointer finger and touched her like I always do only this time
I aimed it for her little hole.  My finger was kinda curled as I slipped it
inside her.  It was tight and warm and wet.  She "Ahhhhhhdddd" as I slowly
entered her.  It was then I realized that maybe those marbles would now go
in there.  I felt all around inside her little hole and soon had my entire
finger in there.  I liked it and apparently she did too.



   She was writhing on my finger as I felt all around in there.  I found a
little bump inside and I felt all around it.  She really liked that as she
soon got glassy eyes and sighed a big moan.  "Does that feel good, Emma? 
Do you like that?" I asked quietly.



   "Ohhhhhh yeeeeesssss" she responded breathlessly.



   I kept it up for a few minutes and then she began jerking her hips.  I
stopped and let her quit shaking then I began again.  She started jerking
again.  I was afraid I would hurt her so I pulled my finger out.  I had it
in a slight curve as I pulled out and she moaned, "Don't take it out,
Brian. It feels so good.  Wiggle it like that again."



   I bent my fingertip again and wiggled it.  She raised her butt up as I
felt a soft spot inside her.  I wiggled it there and she fainted.  She was
breathing but totally limp.



   I pulled my finger out and shook her gently.  "Emmmmmm" I called
quietly. "EMMA" a little louder in her ear.



   She stirred and I kissed her on her lips.  I had tears streaming down my
cheeks as she woke up.  She kissed me back and said, "WOW that was
something!"



   We lay there and kissed.  Then I helped tie her bikini back on.  She was
quiet and very happy.  More loving than I ever remembered.  We jumped back
into the pool and played and swam around.  Mom called us a little while
later and we dried off and then got dressed in our play shorts.



   Later that night, I slipped into her bed and after some fingering put
one of those marbles inside her.  I had felt all around and knew somehow
that it was a closed space and wouldn't get lost in her.  She and I fell
asleep with that marble inside her hole.



   The next morning she got up and went to the bathroom.  She and I peed
like always and then we took our baths.  We had breakfast and went outside
to play.  While we were playing in the sandbox she said, "I still have that
marble in there.  It feels nice in there.  Do you think you could put the
other one in there too?"



   "Sure, I guess so." I said.



   We got up and brushed the sand off and ran into the house.  Mom was
bathing our new sister, Lisa.  She asked why the hurry and we just said we
were going to play a board game.



   As soon as we were in our room she took off her shorts and panty.  I got
the other marble and washed it.  I played with her peepee and got my finger
in there and rolled that first marble all around.  I then put the second
one in to give the first one company.  We kissed and then she put her panty
and shorts back on.



   She had no idea, nor did I, what effect two marbles would have on her.
She could feel them knocking around in there when she moved certain ways.
She said they sometimes felt like they would fall out but she did something
to keep them inside.  She loved them in there.  That night we were playing
in her bed and I took them out.  My peepee was stiff like usual and I lay
on top of her and somehow got it to go inside her hole.  She instantly
raised her legs and spread them.  I was all the way inside her and moving.



   Here I was now 9 years old and inside my 6 year old sister.  I
remembered mom saying when she and dad were doing this they were making me
a little brother or sister.  I wondered if that would happen with Emm and
me.  "Ahhhhhh" I went as I felt a new pleasure.  My penis jerked around and
jerked again.  It was a wonderful feeling.  I pushed hard going a bit
deeper in her.  "Ohhhhhhh Brian...That feels soooo good." She whispered as
our instincts took over and we were jerking in and out of each other.



   "Arrrrrgh" I responded as the last jerk really hurt and my little balls
tightened up.



   Mom heard us I guess.  She was there watching as I lay on my Emma with
my penis fully embedded in her.  "Brian, Emma, what do you think you are
doing?" she asked.



   Without thinking, I said, "Making a baby brother or sister..."



   [silence] [silence] [silence] [silence] [silence]



   I then realized that I had done a No-No.  "I'm sorry mom." I said.



   "It's too late now son.  You and Emma have grown up playing together so
this is one of the results.  It's ok.  I'll tell your dad so he won't be
angry with you.  But Emma, you need to let me know when you start bleeding
from there."



   From that night, Emma and I slept together every night and every morning
I would put those marbles in her love hole.



   By the time school started again, I had bought a bag of marbles
including some called shooters.  They were larger and after she lost one
soon learned how to keep them inside her.  That was the year we learned
what our sex parts were called.



   She and I continued making love without protection until she began her
bleeding monthly.  Then mom put her on a little pill that she took every
morning with breakfast.  I was, of course, shooting sperm and looking
forward to teaching Lisa all that I had taught Emma.  That night I fingered
Lisa and put one marble in her.



   Life is good and I love my sisters.
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