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Teaching Little Sister (family, inc)
An Incest Fantasy by Day Dreamer
NixPix BBS
At eighteen, my little sister Chrissy is a knock-out, a real
true-life beauty. She started maturing early and is now
five-two, with 35-22-34 measurements on a one hundred five
pound body. With her flawless complexion, long auburn hair,
and startlingly deep green eyes, she could easily be mistaken
for a model, perfectly exemplifying all the sweet and fresh
characteristics of young womanhood.
Chrissy has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this
contributed to our complete lack of the brother-sister
friction that sometimes develops in a family. On the
contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters,
attending all my football and basketball games and cheering
me on. Being three years younger, she bestowed on me a
childlike hero worship--I was always her big brother, her
hero, her knight in shining armor. As far as she was
concerned, there was nothing I couldn't do nor was there any
problem I couldn't solve.
The relationship was more than reciprocal. As we were
growing up, I adored little Chrissy and doted on her. I was
always interested in and proud of all her achievements and
encouraged her whenever it was needed. If anything, I gave
Chrissy more attention and love than our parents. They both
worked in very stressful jobs, and at the end of their
workdays neither had much energy left to deal with our "kid
problems."
Because of this relationship, Chrissy early on got into the
habit of bringing her problems to me. I fixed many a broken
doll, put band-aids on her bo-bo's, and dried her tears and
tickled away her real and imagined hurts. This relationship
carried over into her teens and has resulted in my being far
more protective of her than is the case with most brothers
and sisters.
One area where this especially showed up was in her
relationships with boys. In this regard, I've been almost
tyrannical in the way I've monitored and screened her dates.
It's a wonder our relationship hasn't suffered because of
this, but Chrissy takes it in her good-natured way and just
thanks me for caring that much about her welfare. Despite
her phenomenal beauty, Chrissy is very shy and vulnerable
with boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help
her with such problems, I've tried to explain how boys think
and act so she'll better be protected in her dealings with
them.
One problem Chrissy has had to face head-on is her developing
sexuality. Many of the problems and teary eyes she's brought
to me have been related to this area, and I've tried to deal
with them in a completely honest, straightforward manner. I
haven't used any "birds and bees" stories, but have explained
and described sexual relation issues in the everyday common
words she hears from her girl friends. From these conversa-
tions I knew that Chrissy was still a virgin, but based on
the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine sexual
arousal that I detected from her when she returned from some
of her dates, I believed this to be a short-lived condition.
Because of that, I arranged for her to secure and start
taking birth control pills. She laughed at my being so
protective, assuring me that she still far from going all the
way. Nonetheless, to indulge me if for no other reason,
she's taking the pills religiously.
I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On
one side, my protective feeling about her wanted to shield
her from the bad early experiences she could have if she
chose the wrong boy. On another hand, I could see that she
has highly developed sexuality, and I didn't want to stand in
the way of her being in a position to develop and grow in
this important aspect of maturing. On still another side, I
found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I told myself
it was completely wrong to feel that way about her, I was
absolutely turned on whenever she came in from a date with
that musky odor of a woman in heat about her. I pictured in
my mind how her little virginal pussy must look, smell and
feel, about how wet it must be, and even though I fought
against the feeling, I couldn't prevent my getting a hard-on.
I found myself with the thought that no pimple-faced boy
deserved such a treasure, and even worse, I harbored a
secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one to claim
it. That she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my
comprehension, beyond any hopes that I had buried deep within
me.
One Friday evening, Chrissy came in from a date about 9:00 in
the evening, much earlier than her usual 11:00 or 11:30. I
was alone in the house, our parents being away for the
weekend, and was watching television when she came in the
door. Usually, she stops and says hello to me and relates
how her date went. This evening, she did neither, but
hurried upstairs to her room. I found this very strange
because the boy she had dated was one I approved of as being
almost good enough for her. I was hoping that if she did
have to lose her virginity it would be to a boy like him, one
who probably would be gentle with her. Apparently, though,
problems had developed on the date, because she was home
early and--based on her not having stopped to greet me--
upset, hurt, or angry. I heard the shower start running and
decided that as soon as she had finished her shower I would
go upstairs to check on her and be the best big brother I
could be.
After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time
to get dressed, I went upstairs. The door to her room was
closed, and the sounds of light sobbing came from its other
side. I knocked lightly and asked, "Chrissy, is it okay if I
come in?"
The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Chrissy said, "If you
want to." I opened the door and Chrissy's room was darkened,
with only the light from her vanity shining. She was already
in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. Her face was tear-
streaked and her eyes red from crying.
"Baby, baby, what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting on the
bed next to her. I stroked the hair back from her forehead
and kissed her lightly on a wet cheek. "Did you have trouble
on your date tonight?"
Chrissy sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper,
"Yes."
"Boy-type problems?" I asked, knowing she would recognize
that I implied the whole range of sexual relation problems.
"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right--he's real nice,
and I liked him a lot."
Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's
bothering you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her cheeks
for her.
Chrissy gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy,
and answered, "I just had some Chrissy problems, that's all."
"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean,
'Chrissy problems.'"
Chrissy's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed,
apparently ready to explain. When she did, I had a hard time
concentrating on the conversation. From what I could see,
she had on a pair of baby-doll pajamas, and the sheer top did
not hide much. The swell of her breasts pushed them out, and
the nipples and darker rings around them were more than just
hinted at. I had to fight to keep my eyes from off that
sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with such
beautiful attributes could be having problems.
Chrissy didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her
explanation. "Well, I had decided that I was ready to go all
the way with a boy, and that because he's such a nice guy,
Jimmy was to be the one." My heart started beating faster
with this disclosure, and I wondered whether I would be able
to sit through her description of the episode without her
being able to see the mixed feelings I had about it.
"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we kissed a
while, I put my hand on his leg to let him know I was
interested in more. He returned the favor and after a while
he put his hand under my dress and played with me. I could
tell he was getting really ready, so I suggested we get into
the back seat. Before we did, I took off my panties. He saw
me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We both got in the
back seat and he got between my legs and tried to put it in
me."
By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me
funny feeling, because here I was getting horny about my
sister telling me about losing her virginity, something we
had discussed in times past. Nonetheless, I could picture
her in that car, legs spread apart, pussy wet and waiting,
and the picture aroused me more than I had ever been in my
entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the abundant
swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands between her
legs and "play with her" as she said Jimmy had done.
Chrissy paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then
what happened? Go on."
Talking softly, Chrissy continued, "That's when things got
bad."
"It hurt real bad?" I said, anticipating the rest of her
story.
"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me.
I didn't let him."
"You didn't? What did happen, then?"
"Well, when he got ready to put his thing--what do you guys
call it, a cock? When he got ready to put his cock in me, I
just clamped my legs together and kept him from doing it. He
must have been really ready because after he rubbed against
me a little he spurted all over my front. That's why I had
to come home and take a shower. Oh, Bobby, I was so
embarrassed! Here I had made my mind up and at the last
minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked
Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and
crying about the whole thing. I'm really something, aren't
I!"
A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I
couldn't fully understand or explain, I was joyous that
Chrissy had chickened out. I realized, though, that it
wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and that I
had to support and encourage her to continue, even though her
first attempt had been a total disaster.
"Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that
the first time. A virgin has a right to misgivings. Don't
be angry with yourself. You do need, though, to try to
figure out why you acted that way so you'll at least under-
stand why. Do you know why you didn't go through with it?"
Chrissy looked up at me and just barely nodded her head.
"You do know?" I said.
Chrissy nodded her head more emphatically and whispered,
"Yes, I know, but I can't talk about it."
For the first time that I could ever recall, Chrissy didn't
want to confide in me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled
by her actions. I put my hand against her cheek and caressed
it with my finger tips, saying, "Chrissy, I respect your
wishes if you really don't want to talk about it, but
remember, this is Bobby, your big brother. We've never held
anything back from each other. Do we want to start having
secrets now?"
Chrissy's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes
again. "No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."
"Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.
Chrissy sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All
right, if you want to know, I'll just come out and tell you.
The reason I couldn't do it with Jimmy was...the reason was
because he wasn't you."
I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each
other, my letting the meaning of what she had said sink in.
I was having a hard time dealing with it. If I had heard her
right, then all the fantasies I had had about her, about the
way we might make love, about claiming her virgin treasures,
were no longer just my fantasies alone, but were shared by
her also. I had to be sure that she had actually said what I
thought she did.
"Chrissy, do you mean...?"
"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I
didn't want to give my virginity to Jimmy. I meant I wanted
my first time to be with you. I meant I wanted my first time
to be with someone I love and who loves me. Someone who will
take care of me and be gentle and make it something that is
completely good. I don't want my first time to be a quick
wham-bam in the back of a car with some kid I hardly know.
Bobby, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed my first
time would be with you, with my dear, sweet brother Bobby."
After saying that, she reached out to me and wrapped her arms
around my neck and hugged me tight. "Oh, Bobby, you just had
to know, didn't you! What must you think of me now!"
I stroked Chrissy's back as I held her and thought about her
question. Finally, I answered. "What I think is that you
are the only one of us who's been honest, who's faced up to
their true feelings."
Chrissy pulled back and looked me square in the face. "Does
that mean you feel the same way I do?"
"Oh, God, Chrissy, even more! I've just tried to bury my
feelings, to pretend they haven't existed. Society says its
wrong for a brother to love his sister, and I've wanted to be
the best big brother you could possibly have. But every time
we've talked about sex, every time you've come home from a
date hot and bothered, every time you've talked about going
all the way, I've felt miserable. I wanted it to be me.
I wanted it to be me who not only told you about sex, but
showed you as well. That old brother-sister taboo has kept
me from letting you know how I feel."
"Oh, Bobby, that old taboo was invented before there was
birth control, to keep defective babies from being made.
It's probably been to prevent brothers from forcing
themselves on their sisters, too...and, I guess, sisters from
forcing themselves on their brothers." Chrissy paused in
thought for just a moment and said softly, "I'm not forcing
myself on you, am I, Bobby? You're not saying this just to
humor me, to keep me from being embarrassed about what I
said, are you?"
I took Chrissy's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel that
and tell me what you think." Her fingers lightly moved over
the bulge that was so evident in the front of my jeans and
then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my swollen,
throbbing cock.
Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby, you're
so hard. And sooo big! Are you that way because of me? Am
I doing that to you?"
"Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top,
holding you like this with your breasts rubbing against my
chest, and thinking about what you will look like completely
naked has done that."
"You want to see me completely naked?" Chrissy whispered.
"Oh, yes, Chrissy. I've dreamed about how you would look
without any clothes."
"Well, that's worked both ways," Chrissy said. "I've had
dreams about seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard and
poking out in front."
"What else did you dream?" I asked.
"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire
body from head to toe. That you kissed me like I was a girl-
friend, not a sister. That you kissed me all over...in all
the places where it feels good." Chrissy then added, very
softly, "Then I dreamed you made love to me, that you took my
virginity, and it was sooo gooood." Chrissy put her arms back
around my neck and pressed herself against me. She whisper-
ed, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."
Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine
and kissed her. I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a
sister, opening my mouth wide and probing between her lips
with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out to
meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She
dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed, continuing
the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips spread
against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
Chrissy started breathing faster and I felt her heart
increase its tempo against my chest.
I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her
right breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger tips.
Taking her nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the
hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle around it,
tracing the rosy ring that engirded it. Chrissy arched her
back up against my hand and moaned softly in pleasure.
Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and softly
squeezed. Chrissy spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, Bobby!
That's so good!"
Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her
nose, her ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss,
with my tongue making little circles of wetness on her skin.
I lifted the bottom of her pajama tops, exposing those
perfect breasts, each half-melon shaped and just as firm.
My lips moved to them, sucking the little strawberry that
topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and swelled,
standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked
around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples.
Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the
underside of each breast, moving from its base out to the
nipple. Chrissy moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me
each time I drew out a stroke of my tongue.
While I was making love to Chrissy's breasts, I moved my hand
under the sheets that covered her lower half. I found her
thighs and stroked each one gently, almost feather-like. I
moved to their inner sides, finding baby-smooth skin. Chrissy
moved her thighs apart, inviting my hand to further explora-
tion. My finger tips moved up, drawing little circles as
they moved. As I approached the vee of her legs, they spread
apart even more, leading my hand into the pleasures that
awaited there.
Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of
Chrissy's pajama bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved across
it onto the silky smooth area of Chrissy's crotch. It was
soaking wet and slick. I found the edge and inched my
fingers under it. Damp, curly down met my fingers. My
finger dipped down and found the cream-covered lips conceal-
ing Chrissy's mysterious feminine treasures. With just the
slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip between
those lips and into the valley between. It was like moving
into a warm, slickened passageway. The labial lips pressed
against my finger, almost sucking it into her secret sexual
regions.
My fantasy about Chrissy's pussy was coming true--I was
"playing with her," and both of us were loving every minute
of it. While I was making her dream come true, she was
turning my dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed to go
farther, though. I needed to fully bare Chrissy's body--make
her naked, completely open to sight and touch--and touch and
kiss every sensitive part of her.
Chrissy's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her
hidden, nethermost parts. She was almost panting now, her
breath coming in gasps. My finger moved down between her
legs even more and came to her "little man in the boat," the
ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure
center. I lightly flicked my finger across it, and Chrissy
jerked her hips upward, moaning as electric jolts of pleasure
flowed through her. Moving my finger through the wetness of
her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud with juice and
rubbed it lightly in a little circle. Chrissy's hips humped
up against my hand, and she cried, "Oh, Bobby, that's so
goooood!"