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Older sister 1  (b/fF, inc, nc, con)



This story is about incest. If you are under legal age in any area of
the world do not read this story.  Do not commit any of the acts
depicted in this story or you may become addicted and perverted and
imprisoned.  If you have any doubts about reading this story, leave
now.

I did not write this story, I found it in a trash can. I am only
guilty of submitting it to this newsgroup.

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"I will have to admit that it is a very strange disease that your
daughter has contracted.  Until such time as her body has completely
recovered, she will have to take the medication religiously every
evening.  Even the medicene required is strange and powerful. She will
sleep normally and be fully aware but for all practical purposes . .
." the doctor mused for a moment,

And this was just about the time that I stopped by the parlor door to
easedrop.

" . . . she will be completely immobile and parelyzed by the
medication every night.  But it is for her own good."  "If it's
necessary, I will make sure that it's done properly", sighed my
mother.

They talked on for a few more minutes but I had heard enough. There is
a god after all.  My mother thought my sister was wonderful.  My
sister was full grown and practically inseparable from Mother.  There
were always whispered conferences that quickly broke up as soon as I
entered the room.  They were always standing together whenever tea was
served and I had to attend every day. They both had been very
close-knit since my father died.  I really didn't miss him very much.
He really was all business and had very little time for any of us.
Fortunately, we had been well provided for upon his death.

As far as I was concerned neither of them understood men or especially
young boys like me and they tended to look down their noses at
anything that I wanted to do.  I can see my sister now, straight
backed, tall, with chin elevated and looking at me with downcast eyes
as if I were a bug.

Mentally and physically paralyzed nightly by drugs.  The thought of
being able to go into her room and beat her with a board and her not
knowing it was making me positively dizzy with anticipation.  The
bitch deserved it.  No wonder she had no suitors coming to the house.
If I thought it would do any good I'd chip in my allowance to her
dowry just to get rid of her.

That evening my mother had come to my room and asked me to follow her
to my sisters room on the floor below.  Typical, I was forced to live
on the third floor of the old mansion while my sister got a bigger and
better room on the second just two doors down from my mothers room. As
we entered I noticed that my sister was laying on her side in the big
double bed (I, of course, had a single narrow bed). "I wanted you to
understand the situation clearly, son," my mother said softly. "If
anything should happen during the evening hours when Mildred is
medicated, it will be up to us to get her safely out of the house.
She'll be completely helpless. You needn't worry about her during the
daytime, the servants will be watching.  At times like this I wish
they were live-in servants.  But, we'll make do won't we son?  In a
pigs ass, I thought, if there's a fire this bitch will be the last
thing I stop for. "Yes, of course, Mother." I murmered. I looked up at
my Mother wide-eyed and innocent and said, "Is Mildred really going to
be just like that all night long? Won't she have to get and go to the
bathroom during the night?" "She goes just before she takes the
medication, son and yes, she can't move until the medication wears off
in about eight hours."  She was going to mention that Mildred was
completely aware of her surroundings but her son was already walking
towards the door. "Oh, well." she thought, "You can't keep a young
boys attention very long."

I knew my mother always went to sleep by nine and I had a hard time
staying up til 11:00, but it was just too good to miss the first night
of her paralysis. I quietly snuck through my sisters door being
careful not to let the door squeak. Once inside I waited a full five
minutes so my eyes could grow accustomed to the low light level.
Beautiful, I thought.  I had spent a considerable amount of time
picking the perfect board especially for my sister.  Nice and flat so
it wouldn't leave a mark for either my mother or my sister to find.
No one would know but me.  I felt himself smirking already.  Keeping a
straight face around them would be difficult tomorrow.

I walked slowly over to the far side of the bed where her backside was
laying alongside the edge. I moved up to her head, cupped my hands
like a megaphone over her ear and loudly spoke "Mildred".  Just had to
be sure I thought to himself.  Not even an eyelid flickered.  Revenge
time!

I flipped the bedspread and heavy blanket off of her leaving the sheet
as her only protection.   Whop! Whop,Whop! Whop, Whop, Whop, Whop,
Whop!  God, right in the crack of her ass and not a twitch.  Christ, I
love this. I rested for a couple more minutes then Whop, whop, whop,
whop!   I couldn't help himself and started to giggle. I choked the
laughter off but couldn't help smiling. Now for a little damage
assessment.  I picked up the sheet and looked at her red backside.
Her nightgown was partly around her waist leaving most of her legs and
ass exposed.   The smile I'd had all day slid from his face as I
stared at her ass.  Oh, It was red all right but I'd never really
thought of her as being anything other than an aloof stick.  Granted,
it was bright red but from the little I knew about such things, this
was a marvelous looking ass.   Just the slightest soft, curly hair
appeared to be sticking out from her cleft toward the bottom. My
casual friends and I had talked about girl parts but I was pretty sure
that none of them had actually seen any. And worse, this one leaked.
Part of her leg was slick with pee. I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom
and took some toilet paper back to the side of the bed.  I certainly
didn't want to leave any evidence behind showing anyone had been
there.  I gently tried to sop up the stuff but knew now that it wasn't
really pee. It was much too slick for that and it wasn't blood, thank
god. I cleaned her up as best I could and dropped the tissues into the
bathroom trash can.

I thought I'd best call it quits for tonight.  I walked slowly back to
the side of the bed to cover my sister up.  At the last second I
decided to see how she was constructed that was different from me. I
knelt down on my knees and moved in close so I could see in the
limited light.  She definitely had an odor.  The whole bottom end of
her smelled musty but not unpleasant. I slid my fingers slowly down
the crack of her ass until I came to her anus.  It felt unusually
small and petite. I opened the cheeks as much as I could to see.  It
was soft and practically hairless but essentially similiar to my own.
I moved my fingers a little bit further and found the source of the
slick stuff.  There were puffy lips, one on each side and smaller ones
inside and mercy, a hole right in the middle. I tentatively probed a
little further in and buried my finger to the nuckle. Christ, thats
hot.  I wiggled my finger around some more and the juice started
again. Really slick now. The smell and the hot slickness was giving me
what my friends called a hardon.  I withdrew my finger and continued
on around to the front. Almost immediately I ran into a protrusion
about a half inch long sticking straight out. I felt around it for a
minute getting a mental picture of it.  Maybe she peed through it.
I'd have to check the books in my dads library tomorrow. I went
further around and ran into soft curly hair. I guessed that that was
the end of the differences, at least on the bottom part. The rest
would have to wait for tomorrow night. On the way back around to the
back again I throughly memorized each thing I came to.  I replaced the
bed clothes and silently tiptoed from the room.

I got up early the next morning.  At least an hour before breakfast.
I at last found the medical book I was looking for and was avidly
eying the diagrams of womens gentalia. Each individual part was
labeled and a side note discussed its function. Actually, the inner
and outer lips just looked like dust covers to me and any other
function for those was lost on me.   But the hole and the little clit
had some interesting uses which I memorized.  There was even a picture
showing a half view of a woman with a mans cock inside. That in
conjunction with the rest of the diagrams really told the whole story.
The only other thing that I hadn't noticed was something called a
hymen. Supposedly it was down in the hole somewhere but I hadn't found
it when I was feeling around inside of my sister.  I lay back in the
big leather chair and made my plans for tonight.

Tea time again but this time I 'wanted' to be there.  I wanted to
appear as mr. nice guy so I had taken pains with my dress and
carefully washed up for the event. My smile had been busting out all
day long but now I had to control it in front of my mother and
unknowing sister.  I stepped into the Parlor at the stroke of four and
said, "Hello mother and you too, Mildred.  I hope you are feeling
better today." I had seen two of the servants carry a wheel chair up
to the second floor earlier today and had guessed what it was for.
Now my sister was sitting in it with a blanket across her legs and mom
was standing right beside her with one hand on her shoulder both
looking at me as I spoke to them. Mom looked normal but Mildred looked
a little on the sad side.  Maybe it was the pain that she was
experiencing.  I truly hoped so.

After tea was served, mother mentioned that Mildred would be sleeping
in the parlor until she was well because of the difficulty of moving
her up and down the stairs.  I casually looked around the parlor and
noted the day bed that had been brought in from somewhere. I also
noted the path I would have to take to get to where she would be
sleeping. I told them I thought that was a practical thing to do. Then
looking directly at my sister I asked her how long she thought her
illness would last and how long she would have to take that
debilitating medicene.   I was surprised as I watched a single tear
slide down her cheek. Mildred lowered her head and softly said,
"However long it takes I guess. The Doctor mentioned several months.
"Shit. I'd never seen her cry a tear before and it was making me
uncomfortable.  What kind of a rat am I.

 As I lay in my bed that night fingering myself, I kept thinking about
Mildred crying.  But on the other hand I thought about my revenge
which seemed pretty dumb and petty now considering her discomfort and
pain.  I mentally pictured what I'd seen and felt the night before and
could almost feel the slippery areas between her legs.  I was
disgusted with myself for taking advantage of her.  Thank god she
didn't know about it.  My resolve was to leave her alone as I rolled
over and went to sleep.


The next day at tea, I was feeling pretty good about myself.  I had
resolved to be nice to Mildred to make up for what I had done to her.
I realized it was unnecessary since she didn't even know about it.
Still it was the principle of the thing. 

At least Mildred wasn't crying today. But Mom was back to her normal
carping at me in particular.  I didn't seem to be dressed right and
was slouching around the room like a little kid. I was standing next
to an end table when Mom made a particularly nasty remark to me.  At
that same moment I glanced down and saw Mildreds medicene pills.
Without thought I pocketed one of them and left the room as soon as I
could.

I spent the rest of the day mulling over my life.  I knew that my dad
had left everything to me in his will.  But that was common since the
first-born boy always inherited.  I vaguely knew that I could throw my
sister and mother out if I wanted to but that would be stupid. I
didn't want to mess with the servants or take care of the running of
the house and farm lands.   Besides, both my mother and sister had
been given annual allowances for life by Dad.  The only thing they
would lose by leaving was the free rent they would otherwise have to
pay on their own.  To maintain their same life style as here would
more than eat up both of their allowances. So that was to be avoided
by them if at all possible.  Throwing out ones relatives just wasn't
done unless they were rotten.  Still, the threat always remained.
And, Mom apparently loved to ring the donkeys tail.  Sort of like
looking a gift horse in the mouth.

That evening as I was undressing for bed the pill fell out of my pants
pocket.  I put on my PJs and robe and went down to the kitchen to join
Mom in a glass of milk before bed. She always had a glass directly
before going to bed and she was already there adding milk to the pan.
I ask her to add some for me too.  I asked about Mildred and was told
she was already asleep in the parlor.  I casually asked how long it
took for the medicene to take effect and Mom said about half an hour.
I offered to pour the milk for both of us and on impulse dropped the
pill in Moms milk. I don't consciencely know why I did it and I
certainly didn't know what I did it for.  At any rate Mom was already
drinking it.

At 10:00 that night I started to think about Mildred being all alone
and vulnerable down in the parlor.  I told myself that I was just
going to go down to make sure she was all right.   However, when I got
to the second floor I couldn't get my feet to go past Moms room door.
On an impulse I quietly opened the door.  The light next to the bed
was still on and Mom had her nightdress on.  The pill had caught up
with her before she could get under the covers.  Her hair was down and
I noted that she was still a very attractive woman.  Her legs at this
moment just happened to be splayed out wantonly.  I contemplated what
the devil I really had in mind being here.  At this point what the
hell, I may as well have a look. After all, having seen only one girl
between the legs didn't constitute a very good sample.  Besides, this
time I had a light on and could do a valid comparison of the two.

I lifted up my Moms night dress to her waist but literally couldn't
see a thing because of the hair.  The hairy area was as big as a
dinner plate and completely obscured all the plumbing.   Throwing
caution and common sense to the wind I lifted her legs up and pulled
her butt close to the edge of the bed. I let her knees sag to either
side and noted that it opened things considerably.  At least I could
see some pink.  Knowing that she was completely oblivious about what I
was doing, I just let myself go and enjoyed my every impulse.  I
pulled her lips this way and that.  I buried one finger then two in
her hole.  Boy, was it hot in there.  It made me think of Mildred. All
the construction seemed to be the same except that Mom had a slightly
bigger clit and of course a bigger pussy hole.  I now had four fingers
in it and it too was starting to get wet.  With a little effort I was
certain I could get my whole hand in it.  The slipperiness and nice
smell of her crotch got my cock and mind going in a different
direction.   I dropped my PJ pants to the floor and stood before her
splayed knees. Although I was only thirteen I had a large mans cock.
I knew this because the doctor had commented on it when I had my last
physical.  He claimed it was at least twice the size it should be for
a boy my age.  He casually mentioned that I was much more fortunate
that my own father had been.  Moms pussy was just at the perfect
height.  I rubbed my cock head up and down the slit for lubrication.
God, did that ever feel good.  At last I couldn't take it any more and
buried myself.  It was tight but OH! The feeling when I hit bottom.  I
waited a full minute til the pending explosion from my balls subsided.
Then I started a slow stroke that allowed me to keep going but stay
just short of coming.  This was my first time and I both loved it and
wanted to prolong it.  Even better I realized much later that I had
felt that there were no expectations put on me.   Performance was
irrelevant since my partner wasn't really part of the act.  I was just
enjoying myself.  I finally noticed how long it was since I had snuck
in to my Moms room.   I knew I should be worn out by now but the
pleasure just washed over me in waves.  I felt I could go on forever
without ever having to cum.  At last, my legs grew weary but the pace
I had set for myself meant that I didn't have to cum unless I wanted
to.  Somehow it didn't seem right to cum inside of my own mother, so I
didn't.

I was extremely happy to have had this experience.  I gently pulled my
cock out of Mom and arranged her night dress and legs so she wouldn't
know that anything had happened to her.  I kindly turned off her
bedside lamp and tiptoed out the door.  I was still as hard as a nail
so I decided to check on Mildred. 

Mildred was facing out from the day bed and I wouldn't be able to get
to her rear end unless I wanted to drag her around a bit.  That didn't
seem like a good idea because of her disease.  So I just eased the
hugh head of my still hard cock between her lips, squeezed the shaft a
few times and shot into her mouth.  Now, I was completely happy and
promptly went up to my room for a good nights sleep.

I was still extremely happy the next day at tea time.  I was happy
with everyone so I paid special attention to my appearance and
behavior.  I smiled and said hello to both Mom and mildred.  They were
still standing as they usually were at the beginning of the tea
ceremony.  I slid into my usual comfortable chair across from  the two
of them and set my tea cup and saucer down on the side table. I
noticed that there were several loose pills on the table top.   I
casually looked around without appearing to do so.  Bottles of pills
were seemingly everywhere. I was a little confused by the abundance of
pills.  I hadn't even thought of stealing another but they were all
over.  Well, maybe later when no one was around.  Everyone seemed
quite jolly and when I asked Mildred about her illness, she smiled and
said that she thought that she was resting so well that she may not
take so long to recover.  I coughed a little and said that that was
wonderful.  Mother piped right up and said that she couldn't remember
when she had had such a sound nights sleep.  She said it had totally
energized her.

Deep down inside I noted with self-disgust that I didn't want Mildreds
illness to prematurely end. And, I did want to obtain a supply of
those pills that seemed to be laying everywhere.

*  *  *  *  *  *  See Part 2 for the rest of the story


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