Only Yours Story codes: mf, inc, cons, rom, caution Caution: Story involves removing and inserting a tampon. The following is a work of fiction. When I was sixteen years old, I signed up to go on a ten day camping trip to New Mexico with my scout troop. I had purchased some new equipment to use on that trip and I wanted to try it out before I went. My sister Julie was fourteen years old at the time. She has always liked to accompany me on camping trips. I don't mind at all since she is a good outdoors person and has always been fun to have around. We planned a four day camp out at a state park about three hours away from home. It was one of our favorite camp sites, about half way up Parkin's Hill. It had rained pretty hard the day before and was threatening more rain during the night. We pitched the tent and set up camp with plenty of daylight. After a leisurely meal and several games of euchre, we hit the sack. Julie left the small two person tent sometime after midnight to make a quick potty run. On the way back she tripped over one of the tent pegs and slid face first down the hill. She slid quite a ways, through briars and poison sumac. I woke up when I heard the banshee wail coming from the slope behind the tent, pulled on my pants and rushed out. She was in pretty bad shape, lots of cuts and bruises. Fortunately, her face was unscathed. I helped her to her feet and we went immediately to the car and then to the emergency room. They bandaged her up at the hospital and the nurse gave her some cream for the rash that was developing on her hands and arms. I drove back to the campsite and broke camp by the headlights while she waited in the car. The rash was much worse in the short amount of time it took me to strike the tent and pack everything into the car. During the ride home she kept applying more cream, hoping that the swelling would go down in her hands. It was a long three hour ride home. Julie is a seasoned camper and pretty tough physically, but she eventually started crying from the painful swelling in her hands. It was just starting to get light when we got home and mom turned us right around and took us to the doctor's office. The doctor did some tests and found out Julie was allergic to the cream they gave her at the emergency room. So all the time she thought she was helping the problem she was just adding to it. She wound up have her hands bandaged until they looked like a mummy's. Her fingers were swollen so much she couldn't bend them to grip anything. I fed her breakfast the next morning, just like she was a little baby. It was actually fun. I would have found it amusing except she would have killed me if I so much as snickered. Anyway, I felt like it was my fault she ended up like that. Mom and dad were gone for the rest of the day so we were on our own until late in the evening. I made us some lunch out of the camping food we didn't get to eat. I fed it to her alternating spoonfuls in her mouth then mine. After lunch I was sitting in the den at the computer, writing up a checklist for the scout camping trip. Julie came in with her arms straight out, holding something pinched between her wrists, since she couldn't use her hands. She dropped it into my lap. It was a tampon. I wondered aloud, "What's up with this?" She said, "You have to help me put it in." I just looked at her. I had seen her naked before, but that was several years ago, back before either one of us knew or cared anything about sex. We periodically saw each other in the shower or on the toilet but only in passing down the hall. I had never seen a girl's pussy up close, and never in my life expected to see my sister's. However, I have never been known to back away from an adventure or a learning experience, so I thought, "Why not?" Besides, she could have been really nasty to me. She probably had every right to blame her situation on me. She wouldn't be bandaged up like that if I hadn't talked her into going camping with me. Instead she said, "You have to help me put it in," like I was going to help her with her homework. I was hesitating so she became a little more insistent, "Come on. Mom's not here and I need to change it." I said, "Okay. .. Here on the couch?" She said, "No silly, in the bathroom .. in case anything leaks out." She led the way into the bathroom and stood there waiting for me to take action. But what? She said, "Pull my pants down and help me get them off." I reached up and unsnapped her jeans, pulled the zipper down and gripped the top on both sides of her hips. I pulled them down revealing a pair of silky pink panties. She lifted first one foot then the other as I removed her jeans and set them aside. I knelt in front of her and prepared to pull her panties down. I wanted to savor this moment so I focused on the scene, trying to remember it for future recall. She said impatiently, "Come on, you can look later. I want to get this thing changed before I ruin my pants!" I was a little startled but I liked what she said, "You can look later." Boy, I sure hoped so! I pulled her panties down, as slowly as I could get away with, and helped her step out of them. My sister is a real doll, with nice developing breasts, trim stomach, long legs. She is very pretty in every way. Any of the guys in school would kill to be able to do what I was about to do. Even just to watch. She sat back on the toilet seat and pulled her legs up so her feet were on the edge of the seat. When she spread her legs apart I had a perfect view of the most beautiful site in the world. A little string emerged from the folds of skin that masked her inner treasure. The outer lips looked soft and slightly darker than the area around them. Her pubic hair formed what looked like a small tree that was flat and emerged from the top of her slit. I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and kissed her, close to the top of her slit. As I kissed her, I slid my tongue between the folds and gently licked. She said, "Typical male. You just can't wait can you?" I said, "What do you mean?" She said, "In a few days my period will be over. Then it won't be bloody. It's bound to taste better." I liked where this seemed to be going. I thought, "Well okay then. Let's get this job done." I reached up, pulled her lips apart to expose her female inner workings. There were lots of folds of skin, some bright pink and some red. It looked confusing at first but it was obvious where the little string was coming from so I just followed it up to the entrance to her hole. I grabbed the string, close to her hole and pulled gently. It didn't budge. I pulled harder. Still didn't yield. I said, "Are you sure it won't pull out of the tampon?" She said, "It hasn't before. You have to pull kind of hard. I think it's because I am so small in there. Other girls don't seem to have the same problem. It goes in and out of them much easier. .. Or so they say." I spread the fingers of my other hand and placed it over her pussy, using my fingers to keep her lips spread and providing a firm surface to work against. Then, gripping the string with my other hand, I gave a strong steady pull. The tampon slid out with a plop, and hung down, swinging from the little string. It was dark and bloody but I envied it for where it had been. I picked up the new one, unwrapped the paper covering, and placed the open end against the hole. She said, "You may have to use your fingers to spread the hole open a little. That's why I can't do it with my hands bandaged up like this. Like I said, I think I must be pretty small. Before you do that though, reach into the cabinet and get that jar of petroleum jelly, rub just a tiny little bit on the outside." I did like she suggested. Then I used my fingers to open her vagina a little bit, but only a little bit. She was indeed pretty small and tight. The cardboard tube went in slowly. I had to pull it back slightly a few times in order to keep making headway. I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were trying to stuff my cock in there. When she was satisfied it was in far enough, I slid the inner core forward, pushing the swab neatly into her vagina. I removed the cardboard and tossed it overhand into the trash. I replaced numerous tampons over the next several days, even after the swelling went down and she could use her fingers again. At one point she said something really nice, something that gave me a pleasant little chill. When I suggested that she might want mom to do it for her, she said, "From now on, I don't want anyone else touching me down there." It was another week before we were alone for any length of time. It was the day before I was to leave for the big two week camping trip. I was busy in the den pulling equipment out of the closet and packing it up. Mom and dad had just left for the day, when Julie appeared at the door and asked if I needed any help. I said, "Well, you know that stainless steel cup, the one with the folding handle? See if you can find it on the shelf in the closet. And the lexan spoon." She is always so organized. I should have asked her to help me put the stuff away. Then it would have been in the right place. You should see her art supplies. Everything marked and sorted into boxes and drawers. She would probably make a good study for a psychologist. She is extremely creative and imaginative but also very organized at the same time. I don't think both those qualities are found in the same person very often. She busied her self in the closet while I finished what I was doing. She brought me the cup and the spoon, I placed them in the proper place in my pack, and said, "There. Almost finished." It was then that I realized she had been sort of following me around all morning. I stood up and took her in my arms for a brotherly hug. I said, "I am so sorry about what happened to you on the camping trip. I feel like it was my fault." Then, "Thanks for letting me help you .. especially with your tampons. Are you sure you didn't mind having me look at you with your pants down?" Without a split second hesitation she said, "Are you sure you didn't mind kissing me down there?" Instead of saying anything in answer, I took her hand and led her over to the couch. I pulled her pants and panties down. She was wearing shorts this time but also the same pink silk panties she wore the first time I helped with her tampon. She helped get undressed by wiggling her legs and then stepping out of them when they were at her ankles. This time I took another, bolder step. I took hold of the bottom hem of her t-shirt like I was going to pull it over her head. I did it mostly to see her reaction, gauge just how far she was going to let things go. She responded by raising her arms so I could easily slip it off. When I reached behind her and unfastened her bra, she leaned forward and wiggled to let it slip off her arms. I took a half step back, to get a fuller view. She put a finger to her lips, gave a little pixy grin, and sort of twisted shyly side to side, pretending to show off. Her breasts were small and pert, obviously still maturing. Her pubic hair was short and wispy, not at all bushy yet. I removed my pants and underwear, letting my cock spring free of its painful confines. I saw Julie's look of surprise. I am not sure what she expected. Was it bigger than she thought? Smaller? Someday I will ask her what she was thinking. I wish I could describe how beautiful she was at that moment, and how delicious that tender young cunt tasted. She had obviously showered not too long ago. She smelled faintly like the soap she kept on the shelf in the shower. What was that scent? Lavender maybe? Never mind, it was soon taken over by something much stronger, musty and sexy. I started on her as before, kissing her folds close to the top of the slit and slipping my tongue inside. This time she didn't say anything as I continued my quest. I spread her labia gently and used my tongue to seek out her clit. It was evidently begging to be massaged so I obliged it, that and anything else I could get my tongue on or suck into my mouth. It wasn't long before we were both really getting into it. Anyone watching us would have been hard pressed to figure out which one of us was have the best time. I know she came, shuddering hard and clenching her fists. At that point I stopped and sat back on the couch. I pulled her feet onto my lap and arranged her legs so I could clearly see her snatch. When she caught her breath enough to talk she said, "So when is it my turn?" I said, "Now would be a good time." She reversed herself so that instead of lying on her back with her feet in my lap, she was on her hands and knees facing my crotch. She started by placing both hands at the base of my cock to hold it steady. She licked the end gingerly, picking up the little drop of pre-cum and carefully tasting it. Then after licking her lips to wet them, she kissed the tip a few times, then kissed half way down the top, then all the way down the bottom, stopping to suck gently on the skin at the base. Then a few kisses on my balls before she started back at the top. A few more kisses while stroking the shaft with her hands. Then the piece de resistance, she took the head in her mouth. How did she learn all of this stuff? Someday I'll have to ask. She periodically looked at me, sort of dreamily smiling as she bobbed up and down sucking, licking and kissing. When I couldn't take it anymore, I motioned her to lay back down. I kissed her once or twice on the pussy to be sure she was still wet, then I proceeded up her body kissing her navel, her tummy, her breasts, and her neck. By the time my mouth got to her mouth, my cock was close to her opening. She took my cock in her hand and placed it directly at the entrance. I pushed ever so slightly, enjoying the little gasp she gave. As it pressed insistently at the opening, she alternately held her breath and then let it out in big sighs. I knew it was not going to be easy, considering how much smaller a tampon is and how much trouble they were to get in. What I hadn't counted on was the additional lubrication she was now providing by being so turned on. It helped some but it was still was slow going. That's okay. Why should there be a big hurry, especially for the first time? When I was finally all the way in, we just paused and looked in each other's eyes. I was trying to read what she was thinking. Not possible with her. I began a slow in - out - in - out motion that felt so tremendously wonderful. I knew I wouldn't last long and I was right. It didn't take long before I began: Squirt, squirt, squirt. I said, "Sorry sis. I didn't last very long. Next time will be better." She just bit the corner of her lip and nodded. What was she thinking? That there would never be a next time? Without pulling out, I grabbed a box of tissues from the end table. I don't for the life of me remember there ever being a box of tissues anywhere in the den, but fortunately they were there this time. I pulled out four and gave then to Julie. She held them on her vagina, beneath where my cock was still inserted. I pulled out two more tissues to use myself. Then I pulled out of her slowly, gently. We both tried to catch as much as we could and pretty much succeeded. I wiped myself as clean as I could and then put the tissues on the coffee table to be disposed later. She did the same, placing her tissues a little apart from mine. I stretched out on the sofa and pulled her on top of me, so she was sort of lying half on and half off of me, toward the back of the couch. I stroked her hair and gently ran my hand over her shoulder and down her back. She was quiet and I wondered why. "You okay?" "Uhm." Short pause. "Hurts a little." "Where?" "Just inside. Close to the entrance." Pause, then, "Felt good though." "It'll be better next time. I promise. .. Especially for you." It was quiet in the house. All I could hear was our breathing. She was perfectly still, except for the rise and fall of her breathing. It was as though she had completely entrusted everything to me. If that's true, I hoped it was going to turn out all right. Soon I feel a stirring in my groin. Is it any wonder? Lying there with a beautiful naked girl? Maybe she has noticed my erection because she says, "Ready again?" I say, "Almost" as I slide out from underneath her, swab her vagina with a clean tissue, and go to work on it with my finger. I would have gladly attacked it with my tongue but I am not interested in tasting any cum, even mine. I know full well that I would if she asked me too and if it made her more aroused, but I am going to attempt the next round without it. Other than that, I intend to give her the ride of her life. I caress one of her small breasts with my mouth and tongue and the other with my other hand, trading often. She begins to respond so I launch an attack on her face, kissing as much area as fast as I can. Lips, cheeks, forehead, chin, coming back to her mouth often. I notice her pussy is still pretty wet. I slide my finger in and out slowly, being careful to rub the front edge of the opening as much as I can. When I think we are both ready I slide onto my back and say, "C'mon. Sit on top." As she straddles my waist she puts one hand on the back of the couch and I take her other hand to steady her. She places her opening over my cock by adjusting her position back and forth a little. When she thinks she is directly on top, she eases herself down. Slowly at first, as she is very tight. Once she is all the way down she can move up and down, forward and back, at her own pace. I just lie there, enjoying every bit of it. I take this time to observe what she does and how she does it so I can repeat it again. I am also doing a close inspection of the top half of her body, something I have been unable to do before this. I try to move with her rhythm when I can but mostly I just let her do her thing. She is still holding my left hand so I take my right hand and gently squeeze her nipples. I can feel that she is tensing but I don't know how to help her. Her speed increases and her motions become more forceful. Her breath is hissing in and out through clenched teeth. I hear a groan that seems to come from deep inside her and she is gripping the back of the couch and my hand. Even though she is an experienced outdoors person, Julie is very feminine in every way. She loves to dress in fancy dresses and be the graceful little girl, but right now she is gripping my hand like she is falling out of an airplane. She pushes herself down as hard as she can and I can feel her already tight vagina squeeze my cock in a vise grip. It takes a few moments for it to subside. When it does, she lets herself collapse on my chest while she takes some really deep breaths. She has stopped squeezing my hand so hard but is now squeezing it in a pulsing rhythm. When she can finally speak she whispers, "WHAT was that?" "An orgasm," I say. "Uhmm." Long pause. "You cum?" I shake my head no. She closes her eyes, lays her head back on my chest. Another pause. "You want to?" "Yes, but not just yet. I enjoyed yours too much." I notice she doesn't lift herself off my cock, and is still squeezing my hand in a slow rhythm. I am still hard enough to remain snuggly inside. It all feels very wonderful, her pussy, her hand, her head on my chest. We lie like that a little while longer. When she finally opens her eyes, she looks up and says, "Well Reek, I'll never look at that sleeping bag in the same way again." She is using her pet name for me, a special version of my other nickname, Rick. This means she is wants the conversation to be intimate, just between us. I look at her quizzically. I'm afraid she means she won't go camping with me again. Instead she continues, "I have a confession. That night, when I left the tent to go to the bathroom, I intended to crawl inside your sleeping bag when I got back to the tent. I was going to claim I was sleepy and got confused." A short pause, then a question, "I guess it worked out okay though, having you help me with a tampon?" "Yes, Jew" I say, using my pet name for her (She thinks I say it like Jew and she prefers Ju but I don't know how to tell the difference). "Yes indeed." I am thinking about how close I might have come to blowing it. It was very possible I might have gotten a little upset with her for surprising me in my sleeping bag. At the very least I would have kidded her and she would have been too embarrassed to take it further. For the next few hours we cuddled, kissed, and played with each other. Periodically one of us would decide it was time for another fuck. By the time we had to quit, we had quite a collection of wet sticky tissues. They were lined up on the coffee table like little drying soldiers. That night I fell asleep thinking about Julie and what we had done. Some guys would never consider having sex with their sister. Of course they didn't have Julie for a sister, but that's beside the point. A few guys end up fucking their sister when they are both quite young. They are perhaps lucky in a way because they never have to break the ice and get a relationship going. They also get to watch her develop. However, they never get to experience the thrill of discovery. Seeing a naked fourteen year old girl is different if you have seen her naked all along as opposed to seeing her that way for the first time. That's why I think I am the luckiest. Sometime during the night I remembered the tissues. I sat up with a start, tip toed down the stairs to the den and peeked in. The coffee table was empty. Hopefully, Julie had disposed of our evidence. I tip toed in for a closer look, then I checked the waste basket. Sure enough there were used tissues in the wastebasket, so I figured we were safe. The next morning, I came downstairs early to have breakfast and do some last minute things. I would be gone for a few weeks and I wanted to say something special to Julie. With everyone else around I hardly had a chance to say a word to her. I had to accept a smile and a sisterly hug as parting gifts. When I got home from my trip, Julie was away at Grandma's, and wasn't due home for several days. I was working at the computer in the den when Julie came in. She just suddenly appeared in the doorway to the den, called my name, "Richard!" and then threw something at me. It was a couple tampons. I fumbled the first one but caught the second. I picked up the first one from the floor and laid them both on the table beside the computer monitor and turned to her. She said, "Would you do me a favor and help me with one of these?" I knew her hands were fine. But was I going to bring that up? No way. I pulled the old tampon out and put the new tampon in using the same procedure I employed the month before. When I had the new one in, I tugged gently on the string and then sat back to admire my work. She said, "You know, they teach us in Health Class that it is probably safe to have sex during my period." I said, "I learned that too." Then, "You know, we have plenty of time, but we'll have to take that tampon out and put a new one in when we are finished." She said, "That's why I brought two." The end. The end? Not really the end, I guess. For a while I thought it was. Now I have one more thought to add. It is ten years later. Julie and I are living together in a condo several hundred miles away from where we grew up. I had been thinking about asking her to make this a permanent arrangement, us living together. We both have good jobs. I am an engineer and she is an art teacher at the high school. Everyone here thinks we are married anyway. I think it would work out fine but I am not sure how she would feel about it. We get along very well, especially in bed. We have been having sex regularly since that first time in the den. For me, it is extraordinary, and she seems to enjoy it almost as much as I do. It's just that I don't know if she is ready to settle down to just one guy. On this particular Saturday afternoon, we are both in the kitchen where Julie is creating some example art pieces for her class. She asked me to go into her bedroom to get a box of colored pencils. It's not actually her bedroom, we both sleep together in "my" bedroom. We just have an extra bed in there for the benefit of the friends and relatives that know we are brother and sister. Basically, it is her studio and art supply storage room. She told me which drawer they were supposed to be in, but I either didn't hear her correctly or I got confused. Anyway, I looked in the bottom drawer of the cabinet instead of the second from the bottom, and there were all these plastic bags, the kind with the zipper on top to seal them. They were all neatly lined up in the drawer, and each one had what looked like a piece of tissue inside. Each bag was marked on the outside with a date and time. I was trying to figure out what they were when Julie came up to the door and said, "I said the second from the bottom drawer." I didn't want her to think I was snooping so I was glad she wasn't upset or annoyed. She just said it as a matter of fact. I asked her what all the little bags were about. She said, "They are the tissues I clean up with after I have sex." She waited while I looked through the beginning of the collection, and then she said, "I saved something from each time." I noticed that one of the early bags contains the pink silk panties she was wearing when we first had sex. At the very least, this solves the mystery of what happened to those tissues after our first time, why she lined them up so carefully. I wondered if her other lovers noticed her doing this. I asked her, "Each time?" She responded, "Each and every time. .. I saved something from each time." Another long pause while I inspect the bags from the years when I was away at college without her, and then, "You think it's kinky?" Now, I have to be really careful with how I respond to this. One time she threw away several month's supply of shampoo and soap just because she thought I didn't like it. In reality, I had only mentioned that I noticed she had changed the soap she used. Even when I tried to explain that to her, she still refused to try another soap for a long time. Now I always measure my words very carefully if I sense it is about something that is important to her. I answer with, "Ju, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen you do," which is the truth. "But I have to ask you one question. There aren't any names on these." She picked up a box of colored pencils and as she turns to leave she says, "Not necessary." Then, over her shoulder as she is going down the hall, "They are all from the same guy. ... They are all yours." When I catch up to her in the kitchen she has a small tear in her eye when she says, "Don't you remember? I told you I didn't want anyone else to touch me down there." I kiss the tear away and she says, "Don't worry. I'm not sad. I'm crying because I am happy that I finally got to tell you." ** THE END **