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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
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   Love Lessons - Chapter 1 - by - The StoryMaster

   I shall never forget that day at the cabin on the mountain.  It's been,
what...  more than thirty years now since that miraculous afternoon?  And I
still remember every detail as though it all happened yesterday.

   I had just turned eighteen and was scheduled to depart for boot camp in
about three weeks to begin a four year stint in the United States Navy.  My
sister, Ginny was eleven and a half at the time, and was entering one of
those wonderful periods in a young girl's life where mysterious new
experiences lay around every corner.

   Ginny was a delightful girl and was quite precocious for an eleven year
old.  She was slim of figure and about average height for her age.  She had
a pretty face with big blue eyes and light blond hair which she wore
girlishly short.  Her nose was petite and adorned with a faint line of
freckles which ran from cheek to cheek.  All in all, she was your typical
kid sister, happy and gregarious, and as I eluded to earlier, very curious.

   Our story begins about two weeks earlier.  I'd given up my apartment in
town in preparation for my upcoming military career, and was bunking with
my brother at my parents' house for a few weeks.  One afternoon I was
upstairs wasting time in what used to be my old bedroom when in walked my
sister, Ginny.  She'd just gotten home from school and had come directly
upstairs to talk to her big brother.

   I recall that I was sitting in the big stuffed chair in the corner by
the window opening onto the upstairs balcony.  "What's up?" I asked,
holding out my hand to her.

   "Nothing," she answered with a certain coyness as she approached me.

   I had a hunch that things were about to get interesting, because she had
that peculiar expression on her face that I'd come to recognize as an
indicator that my little sister was feeling, shall we say, "playful".  I
patted my knee, and she flopped down into my lap and leaned back against
me.

   "What's a French kiss?" she asked completely unexpectedly.

   I think I nearly choked from surprise, and it took me a moment to regain
my composure.

   "W..why do you ask?" I inquired.

   Ginny went on to explain to me that at school that day a couple of her
girlfriends were talking about boys and stuff, and that one of them by the
name of Lindsay had started bragging about how her boyfriend had French
kissed her.  Ginny to this day hates it when she doesn't understand
something, so she implored me to explain to her exactly what was involved
in French kissing.

   "How old is this girl, Lindsay?" I asked, as I wrapped my arms around
her affectionately.

   "I dunno, ten, I think," she replied.

   "I see," I said to her.  "Tell me something, Gin." She lay her head
against my shoulder and looked up at me.  "Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
There was a long period of silence before my kid sister answered.

   "No, not really." She sounded awfully self-conscious about it, and she
squirmed in my lap.

   "Well don't you worry, little sister," I responded reassuringly. 
"You're still a little young, but before long you'll have a whole string of
boys following you around." I patted her on the leg.

   "No way!" she said with a giggle.

   "Oh yes you will, and every one of them is going to want to give you a
French kiss," I replied with a laugh of my own.

   "Yuck!" she said, laughing and wiggling in my lap.  "But I don't know
what to do?" she then continued in a more serious tone.

   "Well," I said after a short pause.  "I guess you're gonna have to learn
how to French kiss, aren't you."

   "Will you tell me how, please?" she asked immediately in a pleading
little voice.

   Ginny was definitely in one of her "curious periods", as I called them.

   "It's kind of hard to describe, Kiddo," I said.  "It would be much
easier if I just showed you."

   The offer was made, and I awaited my sister's response.

   "Y...you mean you want us to...  to...  kiss?" she asked after a few
seconds of contemplative silence.

   "Well yeah.  I mean how else am I going to show you how to do it?" I
asked her.  "Is that a problem for you, Gin?"

   "I..  I don't know." Then she hesitated a moment.  "I..  I guess not,"
she answered in a quiet voice.

   "Good," I said, patting her on the leg again.  "If you're gonna have
boyfriends, then you're going to have to know how to handle yourself.  Now
hop up, and we'll get started."

   "Now?" she asked, a little surprised.

   "You bet," I said, helping her off my lap.  "I'm leaving in a month, you
know, and we've got a lot of ground to cover.  Wes, [our brother], won't be
home for an hour, so we'll start with some simple kissing, then French
kissing and then we'll move on from there," I explained to her as she
regained her feet and turned to face me.

   "What do you mean?" she asked a bit apprehensively, worried she was
going to get more than she bargained for.

   "There's a lot more to having a boyfriend than just French kissing," I
told her as I got to my feet.  With a hand on her shoulder, I guided my
pretty kid sister over to one of the two twin beds.  "I'm going to give you
love lessons, Ginny.  How does that sound?" I asked her.

   She looked up at me with a somewhat troubled expression on her face.  I
could tell there was a battle going on behind those big blue eyes.  She was
obviously wrestling with her conscience, struggling to choose between her
innate curiosity and the parental and social conditioning she'd been
receiving all of her young life.  She looked away for a second or two, then
again she gazed up into my eyes.  "You've already showed me a lot," she
said with just a slight trace of bitterness.

   The reason for Ginny's less than enthusiastic reaction was that in spite
of our fairly long history together, my kid sister was, none the less a
female, and true to her gender, she could be fickle as hell.  Throughout
the formative years of our relationship together Ginny was "on again, off
again".  One day she wanted to play, and the next she wouldn't have a thing
to do with me.  It was very frustrating, but I never forced the issue.

   I sat down on the bed and turned her so that we were eye to eye with
each other.  "Don't forget, Gin.  The last time we did anything together,
you asked me.  Remember?" I reminded her.  She obviously recalled the
occasion, because she blushed hotly.

   What we were referring to, of course, was the fact that since Ginny was
five years old, she and I had been involved in an entirely consensual,
mutually satisfying physical relationship.  It began as a simple "show me"
kind of thing, then as the years went by, together my sister and I
unraveled many thrilling mysteries about each other and our bodies.  Almost
from the beginning Ginny allowed me to place my cock between her legs and
rub it back and forth until I achieved orgasm.  We referred to this as
simply "screwing" for want of a better name, and we tried several
positions, starting with the "Missionary Position".  Eventually we settled
on a side by side orientation as being the most comfortable for both of us.
Ginny discovered all on her own that by crossing her legs and squeezing my
slowly thrusting shaft against her most sensitive areas, she could enhance
her own pleasure.  Ginny was very intuitive.  When she was eight, I taught
her how to masturbate which she took to like a duck to water, and shortly
after that, I introduced her to cunnilingus.  That was big hit with my kid
sister, and we took every opportunity to practice.  Although Ginny learned
to enjoy it when I pushed my finger up into her back side, especially while
I was kissing her down there, never once did I enter her vaginally.  I was
too afraid of hurting her, I suppose.

   We'd just come out of a rather prolonged period of abstinence which
ended about three weeks ago when Ginny invited me into her bed quite
unexpectedly.  Before that I'd begun to think that our physical
relationship had come to an end.

   I always assumed that it would happen one day.  Eventually Ginny would
learn about incest and the fact that the happy times we enjoyed together
for so many years were rather socially unacceptable.  As a result, she
would either despise me for what I'd done, or perhaps she'd confide in
someone, and I would be off to prison.  I'm happy to report that neither
fate would be mine, but again I'm getting ahead of myself.

   What I reminded my fickle little sister about that afternoon was the
fact that she had been the one to initiate our latest period of sexual
activity, which really wasn't all that unusual.  Like I said before, Ginny
was a curious girl, and if the truth be known, she enjoyed those special
times with her big brother, provided she could see her way clear of all of
the emotional and social taboos associated with our relationship.

   "Are you ready?" I asked her.

   She nodded her consent, albeit somewhat reluctantly.  I knew, however,
that all of that would change once Ginny warmed up to the occasion.  Like
any young lady, she required petting in order to make her purr.  I took her
by her narrow shoulders and pulled her closer so that she stood between my
knees.

   "Tip your head slightly to your right, and don't be nervous," I told her
softly and smiled.  Again I noticed what a lovely young lady my little
sister was becoming.  She looked so lovely and innocent, yet in her eyes I
recognized that spark of nubile passion I'd seen so many times before. 
"You OK?" I asked tenderly.

   "Uh, huh," she replied a little breathlessly, nodding again.  Then she
smiled at me, and I fell in love with her all over again.

   "OK, just tip your head a little," I instructed as I slid one hand
gently behind her neck .  Her soft hair was warm against the back of my
hand as I slowly pulled her toward me.  She kept her eyes open until just
seconds before our lips met, then closed them, but before she did, I saw
the trust and love she had for me in those windows to her soul.

   That first kiss is indelibly etched in my memory.  The warmth and
tenderness and innocent beauty of my sister's mouth as she pressed her lips
willingly to mine still thrills me some thirty years hence.

   I kissed Ginny once, then once again on the lips.  Then I backed away
and waited until her blue eyes fluttered open.  Her slightly worried
expression was quickly replaced with a timid smile.  Saying nothing, I took
her head gently between my hands and kissed her again.  Pressing my lips
against hers just a tiny bit harder this time, I prolonged the contact for
perhaps ten to fifteen seconds.  Then before backing away again, I kissed
her softly on both cheeks followed by a another soft peck on the lips. 
Ginny's eyes remained shut for several seconds afterward as I sat gazing
upon her loveliness.  A noticeable amount of color had crept into her
cheeks.

   "Dropping my hands to her shoulders, I asked, "Well, what do you think?"

   Ginny blinked those huge blue eyes of hers once or twice and brought a
hand up to her cheek.

   "Did you like that, Gin?" I asked with a smile, but I could tell she
did.

   "I..  Yeah.  I, uhh..." she stammered kinda dizzily.  "Whew, whoa..."
she went on, fanning her face for effect.

   "You want to try it again?" I asked encouragingly.

   She nodded without hesitation.

   "Great!" I replied.  "Only this time, why don't you put your arms around
me.  You know, give me a hug.  Show me you like it when I kiss you," I
said. "Oh, and if you feel the tip of my tongue touch your lips, don't
worry.  That's what I'm trying to teach you.  OK?"

   Ginny regarded me with a slightly quizzical expression, but nodded her
head that she would try.

   "You ready?" I inquired, moving my right hand up to the back of her neck
again.

   "Uh..  Huh," she said timidly.

   "Just relax," I said reassuringly.  "Now go ahead and put your arms
around me," I instructed as I began to draw her closer.  Ginny reached for
me a bit awkwardly at first, intending I suppose, to put her arms around my
waist, but I took her wrists and guided her hands to my shoulders.  "Around
my neck," I instructed her.

   She nodded her understanding.

   Once again our lips met, and as my little sister's arms encircled my
neck, I could sense her willingness as she pressed herself against me. 
That kiss was a bit more enthusiastic than our earlier attempts, and the
one which followed, more fervent still, lasting for a full minute or more.
I kept my eyes open so that I could better judge the effects that our
little experiment was having upon my pretty kid sister when suddenly she
opened her eyes.  I felt her pull back slightly, but I wasn't quite ready
to let her go.  Restraining her gently with my hand on the back of her
neck, I instructed, "Again," with my lips still pressed against hers.  I
noted the glint of mild surprise in her eyes just before they fluttered
shut, and Ginny began kissing me back.

   In hindsight, I suspect that first taste of being made the submissive
member of the relationship went against the grain a little, what with all
the feminism that was being taught in the schools, even back then.  I am
told that Ginny went on to accept the submissive roll in many of her future
relationships, but that is the stuff of another tale.

   Judging that the timing was right, as our lips met for the forth or
fifth time, I extended the tip of my tongue and brushed it quickly across
the lower edge of Ginny's upper lip.  I felt her flinch a little, but
nothing more.  Her eyes remained closed, and she seemed contented enough,
so I went for step two.  I waited until a point in our kissing when her
lips were naturally parted slightly, slipped my tongue between them and
brushed its tip across the fronts of her teeth.  I felt her tense up a bit,
but I decided to continue.  Curling the tip of my tongue upward behind
Ginny's upper lip, I licked quickly from side to side two or three times.

   "Mm..mmm," she breathed into my mouth, and I felt her hands fly to my
shoulders.  She pushed herself away from me, and not wishing to alarm her,
I let her go.

   "Gross!" Ginny exclaimed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 
Her pretty face was contorted in disgust.

   "What's wrong?" I asked, acting surprised.  I sat back and waited while
my kid sister collected herself.

   "Why'd you do that?" she practically demanded.  "That's disgusting!"
There was anger in her voice.

   "Do what?" I inquired, playing dumb.  "I told you I was going to touch
my tongue to your mouth, Gin.  That's what French kissing's all about," I
explained defensively.  She didn't answer, but sat glaring at me as though
I'd betrayed her or something.  "Look," I said, feeling a little
disgruntled myself.  "You're the one who came up here and asked me to help
you out, and then when I do, you get all huffy."

   "But you..." she began, before I cut her off.

   "You always do this, Ginny," I lectured.  "You start something, and then
you want to quit.  Well I'm getting tired of that little game.  It's high
time you grew up a little, Kiddo," I said to her.  "You asked me to teach
you about French kissing, and I agreed.  So, it's time for you to decide,
Ginny.  Do you want me to show you how to be a good lover, or not?"

   I waited.

   "But..." she started to argue, and again, I interrupted her.

   "No buts," I snapped.  "If you want boys to like you and want to hang
out with you rather than your little friend, 'what's-her-name', then you'd
better get your act together and quit acting like a little kid, because
baby, you've got a lot to learn!" I said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

   Boy, that shut her up.  Judging from the shocked expression on Ginny's
face, I knew that my last remark stung.  Now, my kid sister looked more
confused than angry.  She looked away.  Knowing how much Ginny hated to be
thought of as a child, I used this knowledge to ignite a spark of righteous
indignation in her, hoping that would be enough to encourage her to
continue.  My plan paid off, I'm happy to say.  Suddenly she looked up at
me and before my eyes, her expression softened just a bit.  Then she looked
down at her feet and said nothing.

   "So what do you say, Ginny?" I asked in all seriousness.  The two of us
had stood at this crossroad before, only under slightly different
circumstances.  If I was going to get a commitment out of her, it had to be
now.  "Well?" I insisted when she hesitated.  Then I reached out, grabbed
her right hand and pulled her back between my knees and none to gently. 
The move startled her, and she looked up at me again.  Gazing into her deep
blue eyes, I asked in a slightly softer tone, "Do you want to go on, Ginny,
or do you want to run away?"

   She looked at me in silence for several seconds, then sighed.  "Go on,"
she replied in a small voice a moment later.

   She tried to look away again, but I placed three fingers under her chin
and made her face me.  "Tell me, Ginny.  Tell me you want me to teach you.
Tell me you want me to give you "Love Lessons"," I said rather insistently.
Again, I observed that troubled look on her face when she realized she was
being made to submit, but this time it didn't last quite as long.

   "OK," she said softly, nodding her head and pressing chin against my
fingers.

   "Say it," I demanded.  "Tell me that you want me to teach you, Ginny."

   After only a very brief hesitation, she looked me squarely in the eye.
"I want you to teach me," she said, looking very determined.

   "And...?" I asked.

   She thought for a moment.  "I want you to give me "Love Lessons"," my
pretty eleven year old sister affirmed.

   I stared hard at my kid sister for a moment before dropping my hand from
her chin.  Then leaning forward slightly, I placed both of my hands onto
her hips.

   Did I mention that Ginny had a great little figure for a girl her age?
Well, she certainly does, but it happened in stages.  As a little girl, my
sister was surprisingly plump, but as the years passed, so did the baby
fat. By age eight or nine Ginny had what might be best described as an
almost boyish figure, kind of gangly and straight.  Then like magic about a
year ago the metamorphosis began, and even though I witnessed the whole
thing first hand, I still don't understand or believe it.  What happened to
all of those straight lines?  Whence came broad shoulders, a wasp thin
waist, shapely hips and long, lean legs?  And the most astonishing thing of
all was the speed of the transformation.  Where once there stood a lanky
little girl with a distended belly and a finger in her mouth.  Between my
knees stood as fetching a young creature as you can imagine.

   As I rested my hands on Ginny's hips, I recalled the last time we were
together.  Our parents went out to a dinner party, and my brother was
spending the weekend with a friend.  I was left to care for my little
sister as was the case quite often, so Ginny and I had the big old house to
ourselves for several hours.

   As was our habit, by the time my dad's Oldsmobile was no more than half
way down the long gravel driveway, Ginny and I started to undress.  We
liked to watch each other, so we took our time, slowly removing one article
of clothing at a time, until at last the two of us stood facing each other,
naked as the day we were born.  Ginny and I enjoyed being naked together,
and took advantage of every opportunity that came our way to the fullest.
We had perhaps five hours in which to enjoy each other's company, and enjoy
it we would, remaining in a state of blissful undress until the last
possible moment.

   Again, I diverge from the story line.  You'll have to forgive me, for I
have so many happy memories, that it's quite easy to get off on a tangent.
But briefly, let me just say that my sister and I spent a most gratifying
evening together, concluding it as we often did by bathing together.  I was
finished first and was lying on my bed, waiting for Ginny to finish with
whatever it is girls do in the bathroom for so long after a shower.  We had
perhaps another hour before we would have to start looking out for our
parents' return, and I was considering how we might best spend the time. 
Cunnilingus was my first choice.  I loved the way Ginny smelled and tasted,
particularly when she was fresh out of the tub or shower, and unless I was
reading her completely wrong, my little sister enjoyed that part of our
relationship immensely and told me so on more than one occasion.  Anyway, I
was enjoying that most pleasant daydream when a sound from the direction of
the bathroom caused me to wake up, and am I glad I did.  For there, framed
in the bathroom door, stood a real life dream in the form of my adorable
little sister.

   She wore a big white towel wrapped on the top of her head like a turban,
and stood with her hips cocked to one side and one hand on the doorframe.
Her other hand was sort of behind the small of her back, but on her hip as
well, and served to greatly enhance the effectiveness of her chosen stance.


   Oh, yes!  It was chosen, alright.  As I mentioned earlier, when Ginny
was in one of her "curious periods", she could be as seductive as any women
twice her age.  And although my kid sister was somewhat naive and
inexperienced regarding the mechanics of lovemaking, she knew what her big
brother liked, and furthermore, she knew that she had it.

   In any case, it is that picture of her, standing naked in that bathroom
doorway, that I remember like it was yesterday.  In my mind's eye, I can
see every enticing curve and every fold of supple feminine flesh.  With the
exception of her breasts, for Ginny would be a late bloomer in that area
and with respect to pubic hair as well, my eleven year old sister possessed
the figure of a mature young woman, only in miniature.

   Now where was I?  Oh yes...

   "That's my girl," I said and squeezed her hips affectionately.  Then I
allowed my hands to travel back and downward over her firm little buttocks
to the backs of her legs.  Slowly I slid my hands up under her cotton dress
and up the backs of her slim thighs, reveling in the softness and warmth of
her skin, until I felt her soft cotton underwear.  "You know I always show
you cool stuff," I told her.  Moving my hands up over her hips, I felt for
the top of her little panties.  "You do like the stuff I show you, don't
you, Gin?" I asked as I hooked my thumbs over the thin elastic waist band.

   She nodded, but remained silent.

   "Then I know you'll like French kissing.  Why I've never met a girl who
doesn't," I commented casually as I drew her panties down past her knees.
Ginny glanced down quickly then back up into my eyes.  "You just need to
give it a chance, that's all," I went on, ignoring her questioning
expression.  "Like everything else I've taught you and everything I'm going
to teach you, it just takes a little practice and patience." While I spoke,
I leaned over and to one side and tugged her panties down to her ankles. 
"Go ahead and step out of these," I said without looking up.

   "But I thought we..." she started to protest.

   "Come on, Gin," I responded in a slightly impatient tone of voice. 
"Don't start that again.  You made me a promise, remember?  You said you'd
cooperate if I agreed to teach you.  Now act like an adult and pick your
right foot up."

   "But Wes might walk in any minute," Ginny complained as she put a hand
on my shoulder to steady herself and raised her foot.

   "Now the other," I said flatly.

   "But..." Ginny complained.

   "Don't worry about Wes," I said impatiently.  "We'll hear him coming in
plenty of time."

   The panties were off, and I straightened up and smiled at my kid sister
who stood squirming a bit like she always did just after I removed her
underwear.  For some reason, I found the thought of my kid sister not
wearing panties under her dress, and the fact that only she and I knew
about it, to be quite thrilling.  As often as possible, I would ask her to
dress, or rather undress, in this manner around the house when the rest of
the family was home.  At first Ginny hated the idea and complained
bitterly, but she always went along with my requests.  Then after awhile
she got used to it, and quite honestly, I think it thrilled her a little as
well.  In fact, on one occasion, she agreed to go to school wearing only a
sun dress and sandals.

   "But I thought we were gonna, you know...  kiss and stuff," Ginny said
in timid little voice as I allowed my hands to roam freely beneath her
cotton print dress.

   "We are," I said, looking her in the eye as my fingertips found the warm
valley between her supple buttocks.  Those two firm globes were just a
handful, but I doubt a more exquisite example of the female back side
exists in nature anywhere.  "But if there's time, I might show you some
other stuff as well.  We have a lot of ground to cover, you know," I added
with a smile, garnering another curious look from my sister.

   "OK," I said.  Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly dropped my hands from
under Ginny's dress and placed them on her shoulders again.  "Now where
were we?" I muttered.  "Oh yes.  Now pay attention, Gin," I instructed.  "I
don't want to startle you again.  You with me?" I asked.

   "Uh...  huh," she nodded.

   "Good," I said.  "Now this time when you feel my tongue touch your lips,
I want you to open your mouth.  Not wide," I went on, seeing that worried
look begin to form.  "Just open a comfortable amount.  You don't have to
say "Ahhhh" or anything," I chuckled, trying for some comic relief.

   "But..." she said, looking more apprehensive by the minute.

   "Just wait," I stopped her.  "Let me finish.  Then you can ask
questions. OK?"

   She nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly.

   "When you feel my tongue in your mouth," I began.  "Wait!" I snapped,
holding up a hand to fend off yet another attempted interruption.  "When
you feel me put my tongue into your mouth, I want you to try to find it
with your tongue," I lectured.  "And remember, Ginny.  We're supposed to be
kissing while we're doing all this tongue stuff; understand?"

   "I...  but," she began.  She looked quite unhappy all of a sudden, and I
had the bad feeling that she might try to balk again if I gave her the
chance.  So I pressed on.

   "Do you understand?" I asked her rather brusquely.

   "Well, yeah, but..."

   "No buts, Ginny.  Remember, you made a promise and so did I," I reminded
her.  Then I pulled her closer to me.  "You know the drill," I said,
holding her lovely face between my palms.  "Relax, Gin.  This is supposed
to be fun, you know," I said, smiling reassuringly.  "Tip you head to the
side a little, and..." But I failed to complete my sentence as I pressed my
lips to hers.  After kissing her gently a couple of times, I whispered,
"Put your arms around me, Gin."

   "Uh..huh," she answered, and did as I asked.

   Gradually I increased the intensity of my kisses until my mouth all but
covered hers.  Then once again, when the time was right, I extended my
tongue.  Ginny didn't resist or complain this time when I licked the smooth
surfaces of her shining white teeth.  She did open her eyes and gaze into
mine for a moment.  So I winked at her, and she closed them.  Using the tip
of my tongue, I began to pry gently at her teeth, coaxing her to open for
me.  Moving one hand behind her head, I squeezed the back of her neck
firmly, but not so hard as to hurt her while I redoubled my efforts at her
teeth.

   "Mmm..mm," Ginny moaned into my open mouth.  Her hands moved to my
shoulders.  This time, however, she didn't try to push me away, but rather
she squeezed the muscles of my shoulders with her small hands almost
painfully.  I pressed harder with my lips, sucking her lips into my mouth
while my tongue continued its assault.

   Just before her gates fell, Ginny, perhaps having had second thoughts,
tried to shake her head, but I held her tightly with two hands, preventing
her escape.  Finally after another moan, I felt her start to relax.  Then
with a tiny whimper, my little sister's shoulders slumped, and she parted
her teeth.

   The door was open.  It really wasn't half the battle you might think
after reading this account.  It was simply the uncertainty of a young girl,
being overcome by patience and persistence.  And when at last Ginny
accepted her big brother's tongue into her mouth for the first time, she
did so willingly.  In fact, if I hadn't known better, I'd have sworn she'd
done this before.  As I had learned in the past and would discover again
and again as our relationship continued to grow and develop, Ginny was and
is today a naturally talented lover, timid at first when trying something
new and delightfully naive, but gifted none the less.

   At first, I kissed her, gently to begin with so as not to frighten her.
After all, it's a momentous event for a young lady the first time she tries
open mouth kissing, and it takes awhile for her to assimilate the flood of
thoughts and emotions associated with it.  Her sweet mouth was ambrosia as
I gingerly probed about with my tongue, searching for hers.  For a few
minutes, it was nowhere to be found, and then suddenly I felt a first
cautions contact.  It was just a slight touch and then she withdrew.  "She
knows where to find me," I thought to myself as I went about investigating
the backs of Ginny's upper teeth with the very tip of my tongue.  I wanted
her to take the initiative to seek me out this time.  When after a few
seconds I felt her tongue touch mine again, I knew that she was ready. 
Then and only then did we really begin to kiss each other.

   After a few minutes, I pulled my lips from Ginny's and asked,"Do you
like French kissing, Gin?" My heart melted as my lovely eleven year old
sister looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and
curiosity.  She nodded her head.

   "Uh...huh," she replied almost huskily, and this time, to my great
satisfaction, it was Ginny who leaned toward me for more.

   As her arms encircled my neck a little tighter, and she pressed her
tender lips to mine, I felt her lips part right away.  And as I slipped my
tongue between them, she was there to greet me.  I held her close and
rubbed her back and shoulders as we continued our oral waltz.  After a few
poignant moments, I decided that I'd see how she did with some additional
stimulus.  Our mouths were pressed tightly together as I wrapped one arm
around her small shoulders and hugged her tightly.  Then I slipped my left
hand up under her dress.  Sliding my hand between my sister's legs, just
above her knees, I began to coax her legs apart, pushing first one way and
then the other against her inner thighs.  Ginny opened her eyes again for a
second.  They seemed hazy now and out of focus, and soon they closed again.
She must have understood what I wanted, because after only one or two small
pushes, Ginny moved one foot to the side, allowing her brother access to
her.

   Wasting no time, I moved my hand up the inside of her right thigh until
the edge of my index finger contacted the supple flesh I sought.

   "Mmm," Ginny moaned softly into my mouth when I pressed my hand against
her.  She wasn't afraid, for I'd touched her before many times.  So often,
in fact, that over the years my sister began to look forward to our times
together and to my touching and rubbing, particularly during her "curious
periods".

   Three fingers were all that were needed to cover Ginny completely, but
although she was small down there, she was immaculate.  Her pubic arch or
mons was somewhat narrow but plump and proud as were the labia majora.  The
supple lips were narrow yet meaty and resilient to the touch, and satin
smooth skin was stretched tightly over them so not a single wrinkle marred
their surface.  When Ginny held her thighs tightly together, these fabulous
folds formed formidable gates, protecting the treasures within from casual
inspection or contact.

   I knew from personal experience how difficult it could be to work one's
finger between my sister's outer labia when she wasn't of a mind to allow
it.  I'd been forced to use lubrication on more than one occasion when
Ginny was in one of her "difficult periods" and had required a firmer hand
to gain her cooperation, but not so this time.  Without being asked, my
sweet kid sister parted her thighs a little farther when I rolled my hand
between her legs and pressed upward with my middle finger.

   "Mmphh!" I felt her breath puff softly against my cheek as she exhaled
through her nose in response to her brother's touch.

   Anyone who thinks that a young lady in her pre-pubescent years can't get
turned on is sadly mistaken, and Ginny was living, breathing proof.  For as
I moved my finger steadily back and forth over flesh as delicate as flower
petals, the urgency of my sister's kissing increased dramatically, and for
a few blissful minutes, I let Ginny take the lead.

   It took every ounce of my willpower to tear my lips from hers, but we
were making such splendid progress, that I felt the time was right to move
on.  Although Ginny and I had spent many hours in each other's company over
the years, and through playful experimentation we'd uncovered many of the
miracles that physical love has to offer, I had yet to truly investigate
the wonders of her mouth.  After more than six years this was the first
time we'd ever kissed, for example.  But as my little sister pressed her
lips willingly to my lips, and her tongue danced a tender waltz with mine,
it seemed so perfectly natural, that I decided to suggest something that
I'd always shied away from.

   Ginny's small body was still trembling from the excitement of discovery,
as I held her at arm's length and whispered, "You're a great little kisser,
Gin." I gave her a warm smile and was instantly rewarded with a red hot
blush.  "I don't think you have a thing to worry about when it comes time
for you to impress a young man," I added with a conspiratorial wink.  "But
hey," I said as I drew her back between my knees.  "I know a way that you
can really make points with the boys.  Your little friend Lindsay won't
stand a chance, I guarantee."

   "W...what do you mean?" my sister asked when after a moment or two she
could contain her curiosity no longer.  When Ginny was feeling playful she
could be surprisingly agreeable to experimentation, provided I took my time
and allowed her to believe that she was the one who was calling the shots.

   Gazing into her big blue eyes, I remained silent for several minutes and
simply smiled as I smoothed her dress down in the back over her shapely
little rear end.

   "What?" she asked with just a trace of impatience as she tipped her head
to one side and gave me a very precocious smile.

   If the truth be known, part of the reason for my hesitation was that I
was rather nervous.  For some unexplainable reason, I worried that what I
was about to suggest to my kid sister would disgust her.  Many of the
sensual mysteries that Ginny and I unraveled in each other's arms over the
years were fresh, new experiences for us both.  For example, we discovered
cunnilingus the first time about two years ago almost by accident.

   Ginny had just turned nine when she agreed to help me with a science
project.  I told her that I was studying the female anatomy with regards to
basic hygiene.  I'd explained to her that the project would involve daily
examinations and monitoring.  So, for the next three weeks or so, at least
once each day when the opportunity presented itself, I would take Ginny
aside and check between her legs for temperature, moisture and scent.  More
often than not, there would only be time enough for me to slide my hand
into her panties and slip a finger between her labia, and these all too
brief tactile inspections would yield only rudimentary data at best. 
Moisture was no problem, but I would have to guess at her body temperature.
I'd made up a little log book into which I entered Ginny's information. 
The quick exams would yield data such as: Temperature - Warm or Cool,
Moisture - Damp or Dry, Scent - Strong or Subtle.

   But on those occasions where circumstances allowed us a bit of privacy,
I would inspect my sister more thoroughly.  After I removed her panties,
Ginny would lie down and spread her legs for me.  Then I would go about
examining her.  Spreading her outer labia with my fingers, I would visually
check her for signs of moisture.  Often I would observe small strings of
mucous stretched between her plump lips.  If not, I could usually count
upon finding a glint of pre-pubescent fluid between the inner labia around
the area of her vaginal opening.  On those occasions in addition to logging
Damp or Dry, I would note the presence of mucous or fluids and their
location.

   It was during one of my closer inspections of Ginny's vaginal portal
that we discovered she could cause the small orifice in her hymen to dilate
or contract at will.  "Make it wink for me, Gin," I would joke with her. 
This revelation led us to wonder if something , like a thermometer, for
example, might be inserted when Ginny dilated herself down there.  Sure
enough, an oral thermometer with its narrow tip, slipped into my sister's
prepubescent vagina virtually effortlessly, and from then on I was able to
monitor and record her vaginal temperature.  As an added bonus, it turned
out that Ginny liked it when I moved the thin glass rod in and out slowly
and of course, very carefully.  When time allowed, we would take her
temperature anally as well and then compare and record the two readings.

   During those brief tactile examinations which unfortunately were
necessary from time to time, the intensity of Ginny's female bouquet would
have to be sampled from my finger tip.  This method was adequate when time
was at a premium, but there was simply nothing more pleasurable than those
occasions when I was able to separate Ginny's outer labia then lean down
close and take a draft of her directly from the source.

   Ginny, like most girls her age, smelled divine.  The times when I
examined her following a day of school, her aroma was so rich and heady
that I could almost feel its caress against my lips and nose.  Then there
was the sweet fragrance of her after her bath where just a trace of that
slightly unwashed bouquet remained to tease my olfactory nerve.  For nearly
two weeks we'd been faithfully registering Ginny's personal information
using visual, olfactory and tactile techniques.  Then one afternoon a
thought occurred to me.  "What about taste?"

   Our first experience with cunnilingus happened on one of those occasions
when circumstances allowed my sister and I to relax and take our time. 
Ginny had just gotten home from school, and we were upstairs in her
bedroom. Our mother was down in the kitchen, and thanks to the creaky
wooden floors in our old house we would have plenty of warning should she
decide to come upstairs unexpectedly.  As a precaution, however, Ginny
decided that it would be best if she kept her blue plaid dress on and
simply remove her underwear for her afternoon examination.

   As I mentioned earlier, I always took advantage of any opportunity to
allow Ginny to feel that she was in charge, since it tended to ratify her
participation in the relationship.  "That sounds like a good idea, Gin," I
said to her as I slipped her warm cotton panties down around her ankles. 
"That way if Mom comes, all you'll have to do is hop off the bed and pull
your dress down," I added as my pretty sister stepped out of her underwear
which I then tossed in the direction of the hamper near the closet door. 
"Go ahead and have a seat on the end of the bed, and we'll get started," I
told her as I opened our log book to today's date and placed it on the
bedside table.

   "Is this gonna take long?" Ginny asked in a kind of whiney voice as she
crawled onto the bed, turned and sat with her legs dangling over the end.
"I've got homework to do," she explained when I gave her a questioning
look.

   I didn't like the way she sounded.  I knew from past experience that
when Ginny got that certain impatient timber in her voice, often it was an
early indication that she was either becoming bored with our relationship,
or that she was starting to listen to her conscience which unfortunately
was sullied by years of parental and social conditioning, and if left
unchecked, she could slide into one of her "difficult periods".  More often
that not, however, I found that the best way to counter my sister's
deteriorating attitude was to distract her with something new before it was
too late.

   "Just relax," I told her, as I took her by her narrow shoulders and
"helped" her to lie back onto the bed.  "You know you like our special
times together.  You've told me so yourself, Gin," I reminded her.  She
didn't resist me or complain when I flipped her skirt up, so I went ahead
with the exam the same as always.  "Scoot back a little," I said softly,
and with only a barely noticeable little huff, Ginny complied.  "Let's have
a look," I then murmured good naturedly as I slid my hands under my
sister's knees and raised them up until she could place her heels on the
edge of the bed.  "When did you last take a bath, Gin?" I asked as I
allowed her legs to fall apart until she was spread open wide before me.

   "This morning before school," she answered softly, as she stared up at
the ceiling.

   Even with her legs splayed widely apart, her plump labia majora were
only partially separated.  "And how was school today?" I inquired in a
casual tone of voice as I spread my sister open farther with my fingers. 
No sooner than Ginny's outer lips parted, I observed a milky white string
of mucous span the ever widening gap between them.  I would need to make
note of that later.

   "OK, I guess," my sister replied.  She was looking directly at me now,
and had been ever since I started touching her.

   "That's nice," I responded absent mindedly as with the index finger of
my free hand, I broke the silken strand, and then ran my finger tip down
the inside of her left labia majora between it and her inner petals.  Her
skin there was as smooth as satin.  As I held Ginny open with the fingers
of my right hand, I took the opportunity to trace my left index finger
upward and over the tiny hood of skin which shrouded her budding clitoris,
then slowly down the satin valley between labia majora and minora on the
other side.

   She squirmed a little.  "Feels pretty good, doesn't it, Gin?" I asked
rhetorically as I held her open and gazed upon her moist loveliness.

   "I...I guess," she responded but without much enthusiasm.

   Things could have been better, but at least she hadn't balked yet. 
Mentally, I crossed my fingers as I released her resilient lips.  "I know
you do," I murmured as I watched those two firm female folds rapidly close
together.  "You're kinda sticky down there this afternoon," I commented,
and watched my pretty sister blush hotly at the somewhat graphic
description of her intimate area.  "I think you'd better have a bath when
we're finished, Gin," I then suggested, as I reached for our private note
book.  Then looking down at her, I added, "Perhaps if there's time, I'll
check you again after you bathe."

   With that, Ginny gave me a curious look and started to sit up.

   "Hey, where are you going?" I said, fearing the worst.  I knew all too
well that if Ginny really decided she'd had enough, there was little I
could do to change her mind; at least at the present time.  "You know we're
not finished yet, Ginny.  What's your hurry?  Hell, I'll help you with your
homework if that's what you want.  I always do, don't I?"

   Already she'd slipped her feet off the edge of the bed, but my offer
made her pause briefly.  Placing a hand onto her shoulder, I gently
restrained my kid sister, then as she reluctantly acquiesced, I eased her
back onto the bed.  "We need to take your temperature," I reminded her as I
reached into my pants pocket and produced our special thermometer in its
protective plastic case.  "OK, Gin, let's spread your legs again so we can
get started," I instructed her.

   "Ohhh," she whined, as she lifted her feet up onto the edge of the bed
once more.  "Do we have to?" Ginny asked, raising up onto her elbows and
frowning at me.  She was just seconds from reneging on our agreement.  I
knew that I had to act fast, and that it was time to be firm with her or
risk letting her slip irretrievably into counter-productive thinking.

   "Ginny," I began in a sterner tone of voice.  "You agreed to help me out
with my project, and now that we're half way through, you owe it to me to
follow through with your promise," I said as I shook the thermometer in
front of her.  Her eyes shifted quickly from my eyes, to the small glass
instrument and then back.  I kept my voice under control, speaking evenly
and succinctly, and leaving her little doubt that I intended to proceed.

   After pausing to make a note in the log regarding the level of her
vulvar moisture, I put the book back onto the bedside table and moved to
the end of the bed.  Ginny remained propped up on her elbows and followed
me with her eyes as I stepped between her legs.  "A little wider please," I
prompted, placing my right hand onto her knee, indicating that I wanted her
to spread her legs for me.  For the first time I felt Ginny resist the
gentle pressure I applied to her leg.  "You know you like this, Ginny.  You
tell me so every time," I reminded my reluctant sibling, but all I got in
return was a rather cool stare.  Then in a slightly more indulgent tone of
voice, "Tell you what," I began.  "Let's just get your vaginal temperature,
and we'll forgo checking you in your rear end.  How's that?" I offered as I
pushed a little harder on her leg.

   Slowly Ginny's blue eyes, which seconds earlier had been set and hard,
began to soften, and at the same time she allowed me to move her left leg
to the side.  Then she nodded her head, and looked away.  "That's my girl,"
I responded affectionately, and after placing my hand on her right inner
thigh, I coaxed my kid sister to spread for me once again.  "You can watch
if you want to, Gin," I offered and tried to catch her eye, but for the
time being she was reluctant to look at me.

   I'd had the forethought to squeeze a quantity of K-Y Jelly into the
plastic case of the thermometer so that the thin glass rod was
pre-lubricated to facilitate ease of insertion.  Out of the corner of my
eye, I noticed Ginny look down at my hand when I carefully spread her plump
labia apart far enough so that I could plainly see the small entrance to
her femininity.  "OK, make it wink for me, Gin," I said softly as I glanced
up at my sister's pretty face.  "Just relax," I coaxed as I moved the tip
of the thermometer into position.  Then I paused briefly as I got a better
purchase on Ginny's resilient lips so as to open her fully.  "Go ahead," I
said looking up at her again.  "Push and relax, push and relax," I coached.

   When I first opened my sister, the tiny aperture in her maidenhead was
only the diameter of a pencil lead and too small to admit the lubricated
glass rod.  We'd discovered on previous attempts that until Ginny was able
to dilate her opening, insertion of the thermometer was difficult and
painful, and the last thing I wanted to do was to cause my sweet sister any
pain.  Glancing upward, I saw Ginny flex her tummy muscles, and instantly
her aperture closed.  When seconds later she relaxed her muscles, the
little orifice opened again and ever so slightly larger in diameter.  "One
more time," I prompted, moving the metallic tip of the instrument so close
that it almost touched her moist, pink membrane.  Again my kid sister bore
down.  I could feel her muscles flex beneath my right wrist and the heal of
my hand which rested on her lower abdomen just above her pubic arch.  Again
Ginny contracted tightly closed.  I was poised and ready as I watched the
glistening tissues between her tiny inner labia twitch once or twice, then
abruptly that tiny entrance to my sweet nine year old sister's body opened,
a little at first, then she dilated to the point where I think she might
have been able to admit my little finger tip.

   Her aperture, in any case, was more than adequate to accept the slender
tip of the oral thermometer, and without hesitation but exercising great
care I guided the lubricated glass rod smoothly into Ginny's vagina. 
Instinctively she clamped down on the thermometer, and although I felt some
resistance, her internal musculature was unable to get a purchase on the
glass.  With very little effort, I continued to ease the approximately four
inch long instrument into Ginny until only a half inch remained and my
finger tips pressed against her supple folds.

   The most gratifying aspect of the procedure was the medley of
expressions that played across my young sister's face.  At first she looked
on with an undeniable expression of concern as she watched her big brother
slide the smooth glass shaft into her body.  Ginny would later confide in
me that although Mom had taken her temperature like this when she was a
kid, that had been in the other hole, and had always felt kinda yucky. 
This was entirely different.  Ginny would admit that indeed it felt
strange, to have a foreign object placed inside of her, but rather than
feeling yucky, she abashedly confessed to me that it felt almost normal to
have something in this hole.  It was that slight amount of chagrin mixed
with curious wonder that was first to displace Ginny's initial expression
of uneasiness.  Her mouth was open slightly as I eased the instrument into
her, and when its tip touched her deep inside, I was treated to an
absolutely priceless look of surprise as her blue eyes opened quite wide
and she bit her lower lip.

   "There we go, Gin," I said, smiling warmly at my pretty kid sister and
noting the somewhat blank look on her face as she gazed inward.  "I think
we're all the way in.  What do you think?" I asked.

   "Uh...uh..huh," Ginny nodded distractedly

   When I released them, her resilient labia majora closed snugly around my
fingertips and that part of the glass shaft which remained external to my
sister's anatomy.  Placing the palm of my right hand onto her tummy, I
could feel her young body at work as her internal musculature, adjusted in
order to accommodate the newly admitted object.

   After pushing ever so carefully on the butt end of the instrument in
order to fully seat it in its temporary home, I removed my hand from
between Ginny's legs, allowing her labia to close together, completely
concealing the thermometer.

   "Why don't you just lie back and relax now, Gin," I said glancing at my
wristwatch.  Placing my hand between her shoulder blades I helped my sweet
sister to recline while we both waited for the thermometer to register the
temperature at the very core of her femininity.  "You OK?" I asked softly
when she winced slightly and shifted her narrow hips.

   "I guess so, but it feels kinda weird," my sister replied and winced
again.

   "Here, let me help you," I offered, placing my hands under Ginny's knees
and lifting carefully.  "I think if we close your legs together, you'll be
more comfortable," I suggested.  "Why don't you let your legs hang over the
edge of the bed for now," I offered as I helped her to shift her position.

   The last thing I did was to smooth Ginny's dress down over her legs,
covering her seminakedness and effectively concealing any and all evidence
of the fact that my nine year old sister had a four inch long glass rod
buried inside of her unexplored vaginal passage.

   "Better?" I asked.

   She nodded meekly then asked, "How much longer?"

   Looking at my wristwatch, I pretended to do some mental calculations. 
Of course I knew very well that the instrument had been inside of her for
at least five minutes already which was more than enough time to get an
accurate reading, but I found great satisfaction in the knowledge that as
Ginny lay there on the bed looking relatively peaceful, she contained an
object inside of her virginal anatomy, an object that I had placed there.

   "Not long," I answered after a half a minute.  In my mind's eye I
pictured the inside of my sister's vagina as untried muscles contracted
around the shaft of the imbedded thermometer, testing its size and density.
I simply didn't want the experience to end, but after another four or five
minutes, Ginny began to squirm again.

   "OK, let's take a look," I said as I reached down and flipped her skirt
up over her pretty white blouse.  Then I helped my sister to get her feet
positioned on the edge of the bed before I spread her open again.  I was
surprised to see that approximately an inch of the glass thermometer
protruded now from between her full labia majora.  From this I correctly
deduced that even at the tender age of nine Ginny had a rather athletic
vagina, and would be a very popular girl one day.

   "Why don't you prop yourself up again so you can watch for a minute,
Gin," I urged as I gently grasped the exposed end of the glass instrument.
Through its shaft I felt my sister move inside when the angle of her vagina
changed as a result of her raising up onto her elbows.

   It was obvious from her expression of surprise that Ginny fully expected
me to remove the thermometer, even though she would later confess that she
was becoming accustomed to its mass.  Needless to say, she was a little
shocked then when instead of pulling the instrument out of her, her older
brother first twisted the glass rod then pushed it back inside.  The first
indication that I'd surprised her was her facial expression, of course, but
then when the metallic tip of the device probed her deeply once again, her
tummy muscles flexed sympathetically.

   "Mm..uhuh," my sister gasped, as again her eyes shifted quickly back and
forth between my face and the hand which manipulated the impaling
instrument.

   "Just relax and go with it, Ginny," I said in answer to her questioning
look.  "This is the part you like, remember?" I added as I started to move
the thin glass rod in and out with slow strokes approximately two inches
from stop to stop.  Then from time to time, I paused to twirl the off-round
thermometer in my finger tips, which never failed to get a rise out of my
sister.  As a matter of fact, after a very short time Ginny's narrow hips
began to move, intermittently at first, but gradually a recognizable rhythm
began to emerge.  She was beginning to participate.

   I spent several very enjoyable minutes teasing my young sister before
removing the thermometer.  "Hmmm," I muttered as I eyed the graduated scale
of the instrument.  Ninety-eight point eight degrees.  "You're warm today,"
I commented then made an entry in the log.  Out of the corner of my eye I
noticed one of Ginny's hands stray to her crotch, and it looked like she
was touching herself.  Of course, when she noticed me looking, she jerked
her hand away.  "OK," I said as I again placed the log book on the table.

   "Are we finished yet?" Ginny interrupted and started to sit up.

   "Hold on there, Gin," I said, placing a hand on her shoulder to prevent
her from rising.  "I've got a new test I want to try for my project.  She
gave me a perplexed look as I coaxed her back down onto the bed.  Then I
moved to the end of the bed and took her by the ankles.  "Let's move you
down a bit," I commented as I tugged her toward the foot of the bed,
stopping when her pert little bottom was about a foot from the edge and her
legs hung over at mid-thigh.

   "What're you gonna do?" Ginny questioned when I spread her knees apart.

   "You'll see," I replied with a smile.  She followed me with her eyes as
I leaned down toward her.

   "That tickles," Ginny giggled loudly when I kissed her on the inside of
her right thigh.  "Stop!" she laughed when I followed up with kiss to the
other slender thigh.  Her skin was as soft as satin, and already I was
close enough to smell her girlish bouquet.

   "Not so loud," I cautioned.  Then without another word, I kissed Ginny
squarely on her pretty little pussy, about mid-way between her clitoris and
her vaginal opening.

   It was my first experience with cunnilingus, so it would be touch and go
from that point onward, but first I would have to deal with the fact that
no sooner did my lips meet with her resilient private flesh, Ginny's hands
flew downward to cover herself.

   "Gross!" my young sister exclaimed and gave me a look that was both
alarmed and mildly disgusted.  She clamped her knees together and started
to roll onto her side, glaring at me spitefully.

   "What's wrong?" I asked rhetorically as I grabbed Ginny under her knees
and abruptly returned her to a recumbent position on the bed.  Then before
my kid sister could even think to object, I flipped her calves up over my
shoulders, fell forward onto the foot of the bed between her slender thighs
and planted my mouth fully upon her.

   "Nnn...Donnn't!" Ginny cried a bit too loudly and again tried to cover
herself with her hands, but this time I was ready for her.  Grabbing her
wrists, it required very little effort to keep her hands away, as I
extended my tongue.  Then to the sounds of my pretty sister's protests, I
engaged in what would soon become my very most favorite medium of sexual
expression, and although she didn't know it at the time, Ginny would one
day look forward to my oral attentions as well.

   Her taste was magnificent, and as my tongue flitted over petal soft
folds of exquisite flesh, my senses reeled from her salty, tangy flavor
mixed with that incredible musky little girl bouquet.  My sister's
objection to my love making was relatively short lived, and after a minute
or two, I let go of Ginny's hands and used my fingers to spread her plump
labia majora allowing me better access to her intimate folds.  Looking up
over her prominent pubic mons, I watched my sister's tummy heave when I
pushed the tip of my tongue into her small vaginal portal, applying
momentary pressure to her maidenhead.  She gasped and moaned loudly, but
had ceased all physical resistance.  As I gazed upward across my sister's
small body, I noticed that she was staring wide eyed up at the ceiling.

   What began under the pretense of being another "test" for my project as
a means to check Ginny for cleanliness down there, soon became a regular
routine with my sweet sister and me.  Practically every day, I would lay
her down on a bed or sofa, pull her panties down, and taste her.  We even
developed a method we used at times when Ginny wore a sun dress or loose
fitting skirt.  I would duck my head under her dress after dropping her
panties to her ankles, Ginny would spread her knees slightly and then
cradling her pert little butt in my two hands, I'd pull her against my
mouth.  The beauty of this technique was that we could do it practically
anywhere.  I found it particularly thrilling to take Ginny aside in a
semi-public place and spend two or three incredible minutes basking in the
warmth and splendor beneath her sun dress.

   So...How's that for a tangent ?  I told you, it's easy to get distracted
when I speak of my relationship with my kid sister.  We spent so many
marvelous hours in each other's company that it's difficult to stay on
topic, but I shall try.  Now back to my brother's bedroom.

   "Tell me," Ginny scolded when I continued to hesitate.  I could plainly
see the curiosity and devilishness in her shining blue eyes.  It was now or
never.

   After taking a deep breath, I asked my sister, "Do you like it when I
kiss you, Gin?  It seems like you do," I added with a smile.  Blushing, she
nodded her head.  "And you like it when I kiss you, you know...  down
here," I prompted as I placed my hand onto her again and pressed my fingers
up against her through her sun dress, marveling at the resilience of her
nubile flesh.  Glancing down only briefly, Ginny stared me in the eye and
nodded.

   "Uh huh," she added as confirmation.

   I knew she did, but I needed to hear it again from her.  I squeezed her
affectionately and asked, "And you don't think that it's dirty or gross
anymore do you?" Again she blushed, probably recalling her initial
reactions to my oral attentions.

   "Uh uh," she answered, shaking her blond head.

   "It makes you feel really good when I kiss you there, doesn't it, Gin?"
She nodded that it did.  "That's great, because I really enjoy kissing you
there.  I like to make you feel good, Gin," I offered in a more serious
tone of voice.  She smiled.

   "Here we go," I thought to myself, then took the plunge.

   "So how would you like for me to teach you a way that you can make me
feel good too?  Besides screwing, I mean," I added when I saw her about to
ask.  She looked a little dubious, but again her innate inquisitiveness got
the better of her.

   "What do you mean?" she asked, looking me in the eye.

   Ginny knew that I'd never done anything to hurt her, and she trusted me
completely.  Occasionally, however, her conscience would give her a little
jab whenever I suggested that we try something new.  I'd seen it before and
knew that if I proceeded slowly and didn't rush her that my precocious kid
sister would eventually cooperate.

   Glancing toward the open door of the bedroom, I stood, took her by the
shoulders and moved her more toward the head of the bed and the corner of
the bedroom.  I wanted to leave the door open so that we could hear any
potential intruders long before they walked in on us, and rightly or not
the corner of the room seemed more removed from danger.

   Once I felt comfortable with our position, I looked down at my pretty
sister and said, "OK, Gin, here's what I want you to do." Her trusting
expression and the impish twinkle of excitement in her eyes thrilled me as
I began my instructions.  "Unzip my pants and take my cock out," I told her
in all seriousness.  My heartbeat increased a hundred fold while I awaited
her response to my request.  This was nothing new for Ginny, but still I
felt apprehensive until the very moment that she reached out with her small
hands and after fumbling with the tab for a second, she unzipped my fly.

   It's difficult to describe just how much of a rush it was to have my
lovely eleven year old sister willingly reach into my pants and feel around
until her warm little hand closed around my rapidly stiffening manhood.  So
quickly was I becoming erect, in fact, that she had a bit of a struggle
trying to free me from the confines of my trousers.  Soon, however, I was
out, and Ginny took her hand away.

   "That's my girl," I praised her, placing a hand on her cheek and
stroking her soft skin affectionately.  "Why don't you unbuckle my belt so
we have more room," I suggested.  Following a nod of her head, Ginny did as
I asked.  "Now make me nice and big, like I showed you, Gin," I encouraged.
"You remember how, right?"

   "Uh huh," she replied softly as she looked up at her big brother.

   Smiling at her warmly I said, "Go ahead then."

   With practically no hesitation at all, Ginny lifted my semi-flaccid
shaft in her right hand and started to squeeze and stroke me slowly.  Then
without prompting, my talented kid sister reached into the fly of my boxer
shorts with her free hand and cupped my constricted scrotum in a gentle
grip.

   Ginny enjoyed making me hard.  As a matter of fact, we had a little game
where she would see how fast she could bring me to full erection.  She
considered it a personal challenge and was justifiably proud of her
abilities, particularly after I "squirted".

   That day in my brother's bedroom, however, gazing down at Ginny and the
expression of concentration on her lovely face while she expertly handled
her big brother, I daydreamed about what I was about to teach her and
became rock hard in mere seconds.

   Ginny beamed with pride as she looked up at me.  "How's that?" she
asked, wiggling her fingers beneath my testicles.

   "That's just right," I replied with a big smile.  "Kiss me, Gin," I
said, leaning down to her.  Without having to be told, my sweet sister
continued to stroke me slowly as she parted her lips, and once again our
tongues danced.  Ginny was incredible.

   "OK," I said a bit breathlessly as I stood up straight.  I noticed that
her face and neck had taken on some color.  "That's good," I thought to
myself.  "She's getting into it."

   Fixing her sparkling blue eyes with mine I offered, "Why don't you try
kissing me down there, Ginny." I glanced quickly at my eight inch penis
which she clutched in her dainty hand, then back into her eyes.

   Immediately I saw the quandary in my sister's expression as she
considered my request.  I knew that a part of her wanted to please me, but
a part of her recoiled from the unusual and "unnatural" act.  Generally
when Ginny was in one of her curious periods she would agree to just about
anything as long as it didn't hurt, but as always there was that initial
hesitation resulting from years of social and parental conditioning.

   I allowed her a minute or two to ponder my request before I offered
further encouragement.  "Go ahead, Gin.  You'll like it, I promise, and
you'll make me feel really good."

   Gazing up into my eyes, Ginny was obviously locked in a struggle with
her conscience.  Placing my hand onto her cheek again and smiling
patiently, I sought to sooth and relax her a little.  "I...  I don't know,"
she said in a small voice.

   Keeping my voice even and under control, I responded, "I thought you
told me a minute ago that you liked it when I kiss you down there."

   "Well...  yeah, but...." she shrugged.  Her expression was priceless, so
innocent and guileless.  It's what I loved about her the most.

   "Well, don't you think I might like it too, then?  And don't you want to
make me happy too the way I do for you, Gin?"

   Realizing that she still held my cock in her right hand, Ginny took her
hand away and stared at my manhood dubiously.  Then she looked back up at
me.  I knew before she spoke that she was going to agree to cooperate, but
I had to let her say the words, thereby forming a pact between the two of
us.  "But I don't know what to do," Ginny said at last, speaking the words
I wanted to hear.  Not only was she agreeing to participate, but she was
also asking her big brother to show her how.

   "Here beginneth the lesson."

   "First you need to kneel down, Gin," I instructed her before she could
change her mind.  Slowly my kid sister knelt down, bringing her mouth into
just the right position.  "Now take me in your hand again," I prompted,
knowing she was teetering on the edge.  Then to my great relief and
satisfaction Ginny reached out and grasped my erect cock in her small hand.


   She stoked me a couple of times out of habit then looked up at me and
asked, "Now what?"

   Smiling down at my lovely little sister I said softly, "Just give me a
kiss."

   "Where?" she asked, studying my cock reservedly.

   "Anywhere," I answered, trying not to reveal my growing impatience. 
"Anywhere on the tip will be fine," I explained.

   I looked on in unbridled wonder as the spectacle appeared to unfold in
slow motion.  It was all I could do to keep from groaning out loud when my
kid sister's soft lips pressed against the swollen head of my manhood.  As
I mentioned earlier, there are many instances throughout our relationship
that I shall always remember, and this moment was certainly one of them. 
I'll never forget the expression on Ginny's face as she overcame her fears
and inhibitions in order to please me.  Her little brow was deeply furrowed
with concern as she leaned toward me.  Then I felt her grip tighten just as
she took the plunge.  Ginny gave me one tentative kiss on the very tip of
my somewhat pointed penile head, and then she withdrew.  She didn't jerk
her head away like I'd feared.  Instead, when Ginny sat back on her
haunches, her expression was one of thoughtfulness rather than disgust. 
Things were proceeding very well.

   "That was very nice, Gin," I complimented my pretty sister.  "Will you
do that again for me?" I asked.

   She looked a little uneasy, but nodded her head anyway and rose up onto
her knees.

   "Why don't you kiss me on the side this time," I suggested as she was
leaning forward.

   "Uh huh," I heard her reply before she moved my shaft aside slightly and
moved in.

   "Oh, God!" I groaned as quietly as I could through tightly clenched
teeth when her tender lips pressed warmly against my manhood, lingering a
little longer this time before withdrawing."

   "What?" Ginny asked, looking up at me.

   What a sight she presented to her older brother, her sparkling blue eyes
and lovely face in the background and her lips just inches from my swollen
member in the foreground.

   "N..nothing," I stammered.  "Keep kissing me just like that, if you
don't mind," I urged her.  Maybe kiss my balls once or twice too," I
suggested, earning me a questioning look.  "Just lift my cock shaft up and
try it one time, Gin," I explained.  "You'll like it.  I promise."

   After a minute or two, I actually had to grab hold of the bedpost to
support myself, because my knees were getting weak, so expertly did my
eleven year old sister administer her tender kisses to my manhood.

   "OK, OK, that's good," I said rather breathlessly as Ginny kissed her
way from my scrotum up the underside of my shaft.  I was really getting
aroused, and we had a long way to go with this afternoon's lesson.  "Let's
try something else now," I said hoarsely.  Ginny was a smart little girl
and she'd learned to recognize when her big brother was getting worked up.
She told me on more than one occasion that it made her feel mature to be
able to please me.  Ginny was indeed a miracle.

   After a few minutes respite, during which time Ginny and I kissed
passionately, I at last felt I would be able to go on without accidentally
climaxing.  Ginny liked to make me "squirt" as she called it, but I had a
hunch that she would not take kindly to having me ejaculate into her mouth
or in her face on this her very first attempt at oral sex.  That lesson
would come later.

   "Kneel down again, Gin," I told her.  Then I asked her, "What do you
think, so far?" as she started to kneel in front of me.

   "It's OK, I guess," she said with a shrug.  "Am I doing it alright?" she
asked in all seriousness.

   One thing about my sister that would always be a part of her character
was the need to excel at whatever task she undertook, and I was naturally
quite happy to help her succeed.  "You're amazing, Gin," I complimented my
pretty sister, and she smiled up at me from behind my cock shaft.  "There's
just one more thing you need to learn, and then we can practice if there's
time."

   Ginny looked up at me with a questioning but willing expression on her
face as I went on to explain to her what I wanted her to do.  I hoped that
this next step would seem like a natural progression to Ginny, but one
never knew how a girl would react to this particular request.

   "Raise up on your knees and take me in your hand again," I instructed my
sister as calmly as I could under the circumstances.  Without hesitation,
Ginny grasped my shaft in her warm little hand and looked up at me,
awaiting further instructions.  "Good...that's good," I commented while
preparing myself spiritually for what was about to come.  "Now, Ginny, I
want you to open your mouth and kiss me just like we French kissed.  Will
you do that for me, please."

   At first my sister just stared at me, not quite sure she'd heard me
correctly.  Then looking down at my swollen cock in her hand, her
expression began to cloud over with apprehension and doubt.  "You mean?"
she asked, still staring at the tip of my penis for several seconds before
looking up at me.

   "Uh huh," I nodded and smiled.  "Use your tongue, and kiss me just like
I kiss you down there," I coached.

   "But," Ginny started to say before I interrupted her.

   "But what, Gin?  It's no big deal, really!  After all, you've already
learned how to kiss me, and you did that really well," I explained.  "All
you have to do is to open your mouth and maybe lick me a little.  Try it.
It's easy, and every girl should know how to do this."

   "Huh?" Ginny asked.

   "Never mind," I told her.  I was feeling decidedly impatient.  "Here
take your hands away," I said, removing my cock shaft from her hand.  Ginny
looked a little shocked at the sudden speed with which events unfolded, but
keeping her off balance seemed advantageous at the time.  Placing my right
hand gently behind her slender neck, and holding myself with my left, I
said to her, "Open your mouth, please, Ginny." She was decidedly
uncomfortable, but much to my delight my kid sister parted her lips.

   To her credit, Ginny handled herself admirably for a girl her age.  The
second she parted those pretty pink lips, I placed the tip of my cock
between them, and unlike a lot of girls their first time, Ginny did not try
to turn away.  Her blue eyes reflected her concern, but Ginny never once
flinched when I began to rub myself against her lips and teeth.

   "That's my girl," I murmured.  "That's not too bad is it?" She shook her
head, but her eyes were locked onto the shaft of my penis.  "Open a little
bit wider for me, Gin," I said calmly as I gently massaged the back of her
neck, allowing her soft hair to slide through my fingers.  Then ever so
gradually as she opened for me, I moved the head of my cock into the warm
confines of my sister's mouth.  An audible groan escaped my lips before I
could suppress it.  "Now just close your lips around me and try sucking on
me a little, OK?" I coached my lovely young sister.

   And that's when another "Kodak Moment" occurred.  Indelibly etched into
my memory is a vivid image of Ginny's beautiful face.  Her pink lips were
stretched tightly around my cock shaft, and her blue eyes gazed up at me,
seeking approval.

   "That's good...that's good," I said breathlessly.  "You're gonna be a
real hit with the boys, Kiddo" I chuckled.  "Now suck on me, please.  Will
you do that for me, Gin?"

   Our "Kodak Moment" continued when Ginny nodded her pretty blond head. 
"Mmm hmm," came her muted reply from around my manhood which protruded from
her mouth.  A contented smile no doubt spread across my face when my
agreeable little sister began to suck on me, and I felt her tongue press
against the underside of the head of my penis, now fully inside of her
mouth.  Then for the first time, I noticed our reflection in the full
length mirror a few feet away on the back of the closet door.

   What a picture that made!  Her pretty blue sun dress covered all but her
ankles and her shining blond hair was so soft beneath my tender caresses as
Ginny knelt between my knees.  In the mirror the rest was left up to the
imagination, but not from my vantage point.  I'll never forget that day as
my sister's precious mouth moved over me, so warm and wet.  You see, that
was my first time too.

   Suddenly she popped my cock from between her lips with a distinct
sucking sound.  "I'd never do this with anybody else!" Ginny stated
unequivocally, looking me in the eye.

   "That's OK, Gin," I murmured, but my thoughts were elsewhere.  "Go ahead
and lick my balls again.  You do that really well," I complimented my
talented little sister.  I knew that some day in the not too distant future
Ginny would do this for some lucky young man, but for now, I was that man,
and her assertion that she would perform so amazingly for me alone, made me
feel comfortable and happy.  "Mmm, that's good, Gin," I purred as her
little tongue flicked across the bottom of my tight ball sack.  "Now try
licking up the bottom of my shaft and then put it back into your mouth,
OK?" I coached as I guided her movements with my hand on the back of her
head.  She was doing extremely well as I knew she would.  Try moving your
head up and down some," I instructed.

   I let Ginny go for another couple of minutes until I felt that she had
the hang of it, and then with a hand beneath her chin, I whispered, "I
think we'd better stop.  Besides," I added.  "I want to try one more
thing," I told my pretty kid sister.

   "But you said," Ginny began to complain.

   "Hey," I responded.  "You're the one who wanted to learn this stuff,
Kiddo," I reminded her.

   "Yeah but...." she whined.

   "No whining!" I admonished my sister.  "Anyway, this is something you
already know how to do."

   "Then why do we have to do it again?" Ginny asked.  She was beginning to
lose interest, and I knew I needed to hurry.

   "Because it's part of the lesson," I said curtly.  "We're gonna try a
"69"," I told her as I turned and lay back on the bed.

   "What's that?" Ginny asked, her curiosity quickly returning.

   "I'll show you," I replied.  "What I want you to do is to crawl up onto
the bed and lie down on top of me, Gin," I explained.  "No, the other way,"
I told her when she started to lie down the wrong way.

   "What?" my pretty little sister asked, a bit confused.

   "Just do what I tell you, Ginny," I responded a bit abruptly.  "That's
right," I told her.  "Scoot down and put your knees on either side of my
head," I instructed as I took her by the hips and guided her into position.
Soon we were ready, with the weight of my kid sister's lithe little body
resting chest and abdomen, and her slender thighs on either side of my
head. "OK," I began.  "I want you to suck on me some more, Ginny, and use
your tongue, just like you did before.  Meanwhile, I'm going to kiss you in
that special place you like so much," I said, placing my hands onto her
shapely little bottom and rubbing her through the soft blue fabric of her
sun dress.  "Go ahead, Gin," I prompted, catching her eye in the mirror on
the closet door.

   As I felt my sister's small hand close around my penis, I lifted the hem
of her sun dress and folded it back much like the black shield cape on an
antique camera.  "Mmm," that's good, Gin," I murmured between gentle kisses
to her inner thighs when I felt her warm mouth consume the head of my
throbbing cock.  Raising my head off the pillow, I kissed my way slowly up
one slender thigh.  As I moved closer to the juncture of my kid sister's
thighs, her marvelously moist bouquet wafted over my lips and face.

   Stopping for a moment, I gazed at my sister's loveliness from mere
inches away.  Her labia majora were firm and full, and between them her
moist pink inner lips glistened.  Before proceeding any further, I lifted
the hem of my kid sister's dress and draped it over my head, enclosing
myself in a soft blue world filled with succulent aromas and moist, little
girl heat.  Sliding my hands up over the backs of Ginny's thighs, I pulled
her round little buttocks apart, opening her up to me completely.  Smiling
wistfully, I watched my sister's tiny vaginal orifice wink open and closed
between sparkling rose petal labia minora.  Then I kissed her.  I felt
Ginny flex the muscles in her pert little butt when I pressed my lips to
her directly over her vaginal opening.  I heard her gasp softly, but her
gasp was muted, for at the moment I kissed Ginny, she closed her lips
around the shaft of my raging erection.  Like I mentioned before, my sister
was a quick study.  Without the need for encouragement or coaching, Ginny
completely covered the head of my cock with her warm mouth, and as I
started to tickle the delicate, moist petals of her nubile womanhood with
the tip of my tongue, my sweet kid sister began to bob her pretty head up
and down on me, gingerly at first, but then more enthusiastically as each
magic moment passed.

   I too, began to get caught up in the moment, and before long I found
that I'd completely buried my face between the soft orbs of Ginny's sweet
dernier.  My nose pressed hard against her puckered little nether opening,
while I used my lips and tongue to explore every supple fold of her.  At
one point I recall opening my mouth wide and suckling her like a ripe
melon, and for several wonderful minutes, my brother's bedroom resounded
with the wet, suctioning sounds of our oral love play.

   That phenomenal afternoon was no doubt one of the most extremely erotic
episodes of my life, and one that I shall never ever forget, and neither
would Ginny.  In fact, after more than thirty years, Ginny and I still
speak of the occasion with great fondness.

   The afternoon probably would have culminated with me ejaculating into my
lovely kid sister's mouth, had we not been rather rudely interrupted.  As
it turned out, though, the disruption was indeed fortunate, because later
on when I did take the opportunity to introduce Ginny to the taste of
semen, she was not too fond of it initially.  I discovered over the years
that most young ladies of tender age are hesitant to indulge, and that it
requires just the right set of circumstances, to convince them that it's a
good thing to do, but again I diverge.

   The interruption I mentioned came in the form of our brother and two of
his friends thundering up the front stairs and down the hall toward the
bedroom.  Ginny literally flew off the bed, and I just barely managed to
raise up into a seated position with my back against the headboard of the
bed, when Wes and his buddies swept into the room.  We must have looked
guilty, for both of us were still breathing a little hard, not only from
being startled, but also as a result of our recent activities.  Ginny gave
my a worried little look which I returned with a covert wink and a
confident smile.

   "Hey, Bro," I called to my brother and his two friends as they stood
staring at Ginny and me.  Thank God I'd remembered to draw my knees up,
because my penis was still protruding from my fly and was still coated with
my young sister's saliva.  Additionally, out of sight in my right hand, I
clutched Ginny's underwear which had been lying next to us on the bed. 
"What's goin' on?" I asked before my brother could ask the very same
question.  I carefully tucked the small panties away under my butt as I
spoke.

   "Not much," Wes replied.  He didn't seem to be the least bit suspicious,
although I often wondered if he hadn't guessed that Ginny and I were
"fooling around".  I mean we'd been involved with each other for years. 
"What're you guys up to?" he asked innocently.  His two friends just stood
there staring at us obtusely.  Little did they know that had their entrance
been just a little more stealthy, they would have been treated to a pretty
incredible sight.

   "Oh, not a lot," I responded casually.  "Ginny just dropped in to ask me
if I would help her with some lessons she's having trouble understanding.
Isn't that right, Gin?" I asked her with a warm smile.

   "Y..  Yeah," my pretty sister replied with an overenthusiastic nod of
her blond head.  It might not have been obvious to my brother and his
friends, but I could plainly see the color in Ginny's face and neck. 
Partly it was from embarrassment, I'm sure, but part of it was that
telltale blush of ardor.  My kid sister had been pretty worked up.  She
loved it when I kissed her down there.

   It was a totally lame story, of course, and one that certainly would not
have held up under a parent's scrutiny, but it was apparently enough to
satisfy my brother.  Ginny started to leave, but I grabbed her by the wrist
and asked her to hang on a minute.  I had a hunch that Wes wasn't planning
to stick around, and my hunch paid of when my younger brother grabbed a few
things, and then he and his friends departed soon thereafter.

   "That was close!" I said with a sigh of relief.

   "I'll say!" Ginny responded, and to my great joy, she smiled impishly.
Our adventure was just beginning.

   I will admit publically that I have engaged in amorous activities with
more than one young lady in her formative years, but no experience would
ever compare to that first of many Love Lessons with my eleven year old
sister, Ginny.
   More to follow...  SM