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  Every girl is someone's sister. Many young men don't think of
that when they're between the slender thighs of a luscious young
thing, but when they notice their own sister's blossoming
womanhood, ah, then there is concern, and...perhaps something more.

                     VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV


     When my sister and I were younger we had to share a room. That
isn't all that unusual, I know, but we shared the same room until
I was almost twelve, and starting to take more of an interest in
her body than was considered healthy.
     We played doctor a little, looking at each other's sex organs
with curiosity, and interest, but we were both too young to really
understand what they were for. We knew that what we were doing
wasn't allowed, that our parents would be pissed off if they found
out, and that was probably one of the reasons we did it.
     Forbidden thrills.
     Finally I moved into the finished basement, and my father lost
his rec room. We had spent so many nights talking with the lights
out, that me and Shauna remained closer than most brothers and
sisters.
     When she hit adolescence and started developing, I paid not
much more interest than most brothers did. When she started dating,
though, I got concerned. She was, to me at least, too shy and naive
to be going out with guys.
     After all, I'd been doing my best to get into girls pants, and
knew full well what guys wanted from girls. I also knew the tricks
we used, and though they seemed perfectly fair to me, I didn't want
my little sister succumbing to them.
     One day, when she told me she had gotten a date with some guy
I didn't know, I decided to give her some information about what
lengths guys would go to get into some girl's pants.
     She was sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was after
school, and we were alone in the house. I sat down next to her, and
kind of hinted that she should watch herself around. She seemed
surprised, then grinned a little.
     "Mom already told me about sex if that's what you mean."
     "Not exactly. I mean, I know you know how it's done but...I
just wanted to warm you about guys."
     "Warn me?"
     So I told her how guys only wanted sex. Okay, we thought girls
were kind of okay, but any time we went out with one what we were
always hoping for was to get into her panties.
     "You think this is a surprise?" she snorted.
     "No. I mean...What I mean is, a guy will say almost anything
if he thinks it will get you to come across. Not just jerks or
creeps either. Nice guys will lie like crazy to get into your
pants. We can't help it. We go crazy at the idea of having sex."
     "You too?"
     "Yeah, me too. I'm better than most guys, though. At least I
don't call them sluts behind their backs, and I don't force them,
and I don't talk about them either."
     "Anyone tries to do anything to me I'll...scratch their eyes
off," she said determinedly.
     "No you won't," I snorted. "You wouldn't hurt a fly."
     "Well I wouldn't let some..."
     "Let me show you something," I said.
     We were sitting forward on the sofa. She was wearing one of
those nightshirt things that came down to mid thigh.
     "Pretend we're in a car, okay?"
     "Uhm, okay," she shrugged.
     I put my arm around her, then I leaned into her, using my
weight to force her to her right. I jerked my legs up and over the
edge of the sofa as my weight forced her own legs up towards me.
Within seconds I was laying atop her, and her legs were spread.
     "Now," I said. "If a I was a guy you were dating, I could do
almost anything I wanted now."
     I gripped her wrists and pushed them against the seat of the
sofa over her head, then pinned them together with one hand.
     "See, it's instinct, that when you're pushed over, your legs
come up the other way to try and balance yourself, but that just
means you wind up under the guy with him between your legs."
     Her face was a little red, but she didn't say anything.
     "If you're wearing a skirt," I continued, "he can do just
about anything he wants to you now, and you couldn't resist him."
     "He...he'd have to pull my panties down," she gulped.
     "No he wouldn't. All he has to do is pull the crotch to the
side."
     She struggled to wriggle away, and I let more of my weight
come down on her. I felt her breasts pressing firmly into my chest,
and knew a sudden astonishment at the sensation.
     Oh, I'd known she had breasts...sort of, but feeling them
against me was something else again. I got up quickly and sat on
the edge of the sofa as she rose as well.
     "When the guy is on top," I said. "there isn't a lot you can
do. Not only is he stronger than you are, but he's got all the
leverage on his side."
     I realized I was getting a little excited. Talking about sex
with Shauna had turned into talking about sex with a girl. Shauna
was a girl, not just my sister. That was a pretty obvious thing,
but not in the way I was suddenly thinking of her.
     When she had slid her legs back over the edge of the sofa and
sat up, the hem of her nightshirt had ridden up so it was high on
her thighs. I caught myself glancing at her thighs surrpeticiously
as we talked.
     "So what am I supposed to do? Wear pants everywhere?" she
asked.
     "Not everywhere. But if you go out with a new guy, in a car,
then you should wear pants, at least until you know you can trust
him."
     "If a guy wants to rape me he can do it whether I'm wearing
pants or a skirt," she said.
     "Yeah, but...You don't understand. Look, if all he has to do
is roll on top of you, kiss you a lot while he's on top, then jerk
your panties aside and...and put...and fuck you, it's easy for some
guys to think that it wasn't anything rough or violent, that you
were just saying no because you didn't want him to think you were
easy.
     "If he has to tear your pants down and off while you're
fighting him, though, it's hard not to know that you don't want it.
They have to admit then that what they're doing is rape, and guys
doing usually believe in raping their dates."
     "Okay, try it again," she said.
     "What?"
     "Try pushing me over."
     I put my arm around her again, feeling her warmth against my
side. I knew she would resist this time, which wasn't the point at
all. I mean, if she and a guy had been making out for twenty
minutes, she wouldn't be all braced to resist when his weight
pushed her over.
     Still I pressed against her, and she went over on her side.
Her feet stayed on the floor, though, and her legs stayed clamped
together. I reached down and slid my arm under her knees, then
lifted her legs up easily and pulled them onto the sofa.
     She kept them together, and I pressed my knee in between them
and let my weight down, forcing them apart. She yelped in pain, but
then my other knee came down and both were between her legs. I
forced her legs open as I shoved her hands up above her head.
     "Shit," she glared. "You cheated."
     "How?"
     "That hurt."
     "Hardly at all. All I did was put my knee between your legs
and let my weight down. I told you. When a guy is on top he's got
all the weight, power, and leverage on his side."
     I grinned at her, and pushed my chest off her, straightening
my arms as I pressed down on her wrists.     "Now what are you
gonna do?" I teased, pressing my groin into hers.
     She wriggled a little, but couldn't do anything. She also
jerked her legs up and down to try and twist out from under me. It
had no affect, except that I felt my cock starting to get hard.
     I quickly rolled off, but before she sat up I saw in passing
that the hem of her nightshirt had slid up high enough to bare her
crotch, and that she had no panties on. My cock gave a sudden pulse
of energy and hardened completely.
     I stood up and went over to the window, keeping my back to her
as she sat up on the sofa again and straightened her nightshirt.
This was not what I set out to do. I'd set out to keep her from
being forced or lied to or set up by some smooth talking phoney.
Instead I was getting hot for her, and wondering how I could get
her to take off her nightshirt.
     I talked about some of the lines guys used, and warned her
that a guy felt so proud of himself after getting to fuck a girl
that it was really hard for them to keep it a secret.
     "Guys just don't feel the same embarrassment girls do after
sleeping with them," I said. "They want to tell everybody, and they
don't really understand why you don't."
     I turned back to her, my cock finally softening enough now to
not be noticeable. For the first time I looked at her like I liked
at all the girls at school, as a target, as a girl I'd like to
fuck.
     She was cute, with shoulder length brown curls and a pretty
decent looking body. It had been a long time since we'd played
doctor, but now I wanted to do some surgery on her.
     "Maybe I should wear a chastity belt," she said wryly.
     "No, just be aware that guys love sex. I mean, from my point
of view, sex is great. It's really fun. It's exciting, gives the
most incredibly pleasure. I mean, I'd do it all the time if I
could. I don't understand why girls don't."
     "Because you'd call us sluts if we did," she said promptly.
     "Yeah, but, not if all of you did it."
     "Yeah, well all of us won't. A girl that screws with guys too
often is called a slut, both by the guys, and the girls. Everybody
looks down on her."
     "But a guy can screw as many girls as he wants," I said.
"In fact, the more girls he screws the more guys think of him."
     "Girls can't do that," she said.
     "Poor you," I grinned, sitting down next to her again.
     "What makes you think I'd want to screw all the guys if     I
could?" she demanded.
     "Well, why not? Girls like it too."
     "Yeah, but..."
     "I know you jerk off."
     She stared at me in shock, and her face turned red.
     "I...I do...not," she sputtered.
     "I went into your room last month and you were...uhm, well,
you were supposed to be asleep, but it was obvious you weren't."
     "Wh...why?" she demanded.
     "You were on your side. Your back was to me, and your ass was
kind of, rubbing against the covers. I mean, the way you were
moving there wasn't any dou..."
     "Well you shouldn't be coming into my room!" she cried
angrily.
     "I needed to get something. I told you, I thought you were
asleep. You don't have to be embarrassed."
     "Oh right!" she snapped."
     "Hey, everyone does it. Including me."
     That embarrassed me, but I didn't want her angry. It's hard to
screw an angry girl.
     She looked away, also embarrassed.
     "You uhm, are a virgin, aren't you?" I asked.
     "Yes," she sighed.
     "Oh, well, not that it matters."
     "Like you said, if I let some guy...do that, he'd tell
everyone and they'd call me a slut."
     "Well..."
     "What about you?"
     "Uhm, no, I'm not."
     "Oh, right. Who did you ever do it with?"
     "Mona Fraser."
     "Who?"
     "She was in one of my classes a couple of years ago."
     She shrugged.
     "I didn't tell anyone about it, though."
     "I'm not sure I could even do it," she sighed. "I mean, I can
hardly even get a finger into it."
     I fought not to seem casual, to keep my voice calm, but the
image of her trying to stick her finger into her snatch was making
my cock twitch and rise again.
     "Well, that's because you weren't hot enough," I said. "If
you're really hot then your...uhm, then it'll be easier for...you
know."
     She shrugged, a little uncomfortably.
     "Uh, how do you jerk off if you don't put your finger inside?
I thought that was how girls jerked off."
     "No. I just...rub my finger up and down. Usually I use the
edge of my nightie or something, and rub it against myself."
     "Well, you should find someone you really trust, and let them,
I mean, have sex with them. Someone who won't tell anyone, who can
show you all about it without you having to worry about them
calling you a slut."
     Like me!!
     "You don't want your first time to be some jerk who forces you
into it, does it for about two minutes, then laughs about it with
his buddies."
     "Hey, try to push me over again," she said.
     "What? Okay."
     I wasn't gonna turn down any chance to get close to her. I put
my arm around her again, hoping my cock wasn't hard enough yet for
her to notice.
     Then I leaned into her. She went with the movement, turning
and twisting so she was on her belly. I guess he thought that if I
was behind her she would be safe. She even gave a little smug
laugh.
     "You think this is safe?" I said, my face inches from her ear.
     I let my knees force her legs apart and pressed myself into
her ass.
     "All I have to do is lift up your skirt," I said. Then,
pretending just to be showing her, I did just that, jerking the hem
of her nightie up to bare her ass.
     "Scott!" she gasped, reaching back and trying to snatch it
down.
     "Well? What are you gonna do now?" I taunted, looking down at
her ass and the soft muff between her thighs.
     "Let go!"
     "He can do more than just give you a spanking from here, you
know," I said, slapping her bare ass lightly.
     I backed up and gripped her hips, jerking her ass up in the
air, pulling her onto her knees.
     But my cock was now rock-hard, and when it pressed against her
she jerked in shock. I pulled back and let her go, and we kind of
scrambled to opposite ends of the sofa, her jerking her hem down,
and me with my hands over my crotch.
     My cock was almost painfully hard.
     "You got a boner, don't you?" she gulped.
     "Uh, yeah," I said, embarrassed.
     "Could I...could...Uhm, could I see it?"
     "What?" I turned and stared at her.
     "I've never seen one hard," she said, looking at my crotch.
     "Well, you show me yours and I'll show you mine," I replied in
a joking way.
     She looked at me for a second, then slowly stood up. She
reached down and gripped the hem of her nightshirt, then pulled it
up and off.
     She faced me, one arm folded over her chest, the other down
her belly, hand over her pussy. Her face was red, but she seemed
excited, aroused.
     I reached down and unbuttoned my shirt, then shrugged it off.
Then I stood up and dropped my pants, stepping out of them. She
looked at my hard-on, then giggled.
     "Move your hands," I said.
     She looked down at herself, then slowly, hesitantly pulled her
     hands away, dropping her arms to her sides. I sucked in air as I
saw her perfect, compact body. Her breasts were fuller than I would
have believed, and the nipples were rock hard.
     This was the first time I'd ever seen a girl naked before. I
had fucked Monica, but it was in the darkened back seat of my car,
and I'd only caught flashes. All the other times I'd fooled around
with girls they'd been partially clothed, and it had usually been
dark.
     Not now. Now I could see her fully revealed. She shifted her
weight from foot to foot nervously.
     "You're beautiful," I blurted.
     She turned even redder, and looked away.
     Then she looked back, staring at my quivering boner.
     "Could I...touch it?"
     "Yeah, if I can touch you."
     We moved together, both of us feeing a little embarrassed, but
     ignoring it because we were excited. Her fingers touched my cock
lightly, then slid around it and closed. I gasped in pleasure.
Shauna just looked fascinated.
     I slid my hands onto her breasts and squeezed them lightly,
rubbing and twisting her nipples, then put a hand down between her
legs and gave her pussy a squeeze. She gasped and jerked her eyes
up off my cock, staring at me, then looked down at her pussy and
licked her lips.
     I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her and moving
her backwards.
     "Wha...what are you..."
     "Sit down for a minute," I gulped, pushing her against the
couch.
     "But I..."
     I sat her down, then dropped to my knees between her legs. My
hands gripped her legs, lifting them up and apart, and I gazed into
her pussy from inches away.
     She looked down at me with wide eyes, her face red.
     "Scott!" she gulped, trying to close her legs.
     "Wait a minute!" I insisted.
     I slid my hands up her thighs to her pussy, then rubbed my
fingers along her cleft. I pressed against it, and peeled her cunt
lips open, revealing her pink inner flesh.
     "Scott! Stop it!"
     "Why?" I sighed.
     "Because...because," she said uncomfortably.
     "You ever had your pussy licked?" I asked.
     "No!" she gasped.
     "Want me to?"
     She stared at me, open-mouthed.
     "It'll feel really, really good," I promised.
     "But...I'm a virgin."
     "It doesn't matter. It won't do anything."
     "I don't know," she said worriedly.
     I leaned in and pressed my tongue against her gash, licking up
and down the glistening pink flesh. She gasped in shock, but didn't
try to push me away as I licked over her clitty repeatedly, then
pushed my tongue against her little fuck hole.
     I stuffed my tongue inside her, pumping it rapidly as my nose
rubbed over her clit. Then I pulled my tongue out and slid my lips
onto her clitty, sucking and kissing, then blowing a stream of air
over it, then licking it with my tongue.
     Shauna wasn't protesting any more. She was laying back against
the back of the sofa, eyes closed, chest rising and falling. Her
hands came down on my head and squeezed it, and she humped up
against me as she started to groan softly.
     I slid my finger into her cunt hole. She was right about being
tight, and she groaned louder when my finger started forcing its
way inside, but I got it in there without too much difficulty, and
started pumping it in and out.
     She was starting to hump up faster and faster, whimpering and
moaning as her legs jerked spastically. I looked up the length of
her wriggling body and saw her squeezing her breasts repeatedly,
her head drawn back and rolling from side to side.
     I pumped my finger faster in her fuck hole, then slowly
inserted a second, driving the two down into her to the knuckles.
     "Scooot! OhhH! OhhhOhh! Oh, Scott! Scotty!" she moaned.
     I know I shouldn't have, but my boner was grinding into the
side of the sofa, and I was so turned on I wasn't thinking clearly.
I jerked my pants down as I licked her, then straightened and slid
forward over her body.
     I pressed my cock against her wet snatch, rubbing it up and
down a few times, then slowly forced it into her cunt opening. Her
eyes flickered open and she looked up at me in bleary confusion,
then her head snapped back and she let out a short, sharp cry as my
cock thrust into and threw her cherry.
     I felt her hard little nipples pressing against my bare chest
as I rubbed myself against her. My cock was half buried in her
gash, and I jerked back, then thrust in again, burying it inside
her.
     "Ooohh! Ohhh! Oohh God! Sssscooooot!" she groaned.
     I slid my hands down under her ass and started fucking, too
crazed with lust to care what I was doing or what anyone would
think of it. I pounded my cock into my little sister with every
ounce of force and speed I could muster, rodding my stiff boner up
her slit as she writhed and moaned and whimpered beneath me.
     "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I groaned. "Ohh fuuuck!"
     "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Unnnghhh!"
     I pounded my cock down her hole for all I was worth, glorying
in the feel of her pussy skin sucking and squeezing and stroking my
tool. Then I bit down on her throat as I poured cum juice into her
sucking hot cunt hole.
     She cried out, and her body jerked violently. Her eyes opened
wide, and her chin quivered, then she gurgled in pleasure and went
limp beneath me, groaning in pleasure and relief.
     She was a bit pissed at me afterwards, but when I jerked her
off she lost some of her annoyance. I was able to make her realize
what a good thing we had. After all, both of us could have sex
whenever we wanted to, without any complications, and without
anyone calling her slut or whore.
     I ate her out a few more times that day, and she let me fuck
her again, and from then on she was as ready and willing as I was.
Not a day went by after that without my sticking my dick up her
snatch at least once, and sometimes several times.
     It's just too bad that most brothers and sisters aren't as
close as me and Shauna.








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