Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an25469@anon.penet.fi (Lucifer Sam) Subject: REPOST: That's What Sisters Are For (ff, incest) Message-ID: <1993Jul7.171247.2682@fuug.fi> Sender: anon@fuug.fi (The Anon Administrator) Reply-To: an25469@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Date: Wed, 7 Jul 1993 16:42:54 GMT Lines: 298 I'm reposting some of the oldies but goodies in an effort to swing this newsgroup back to some semblance of normalcy... Note: 1. This is erotica and as such contains *sex*. All you smallminded, frustrated, easily-offended, inhibited people might just as well commit Hara-Kiri now, or at least press 'n'. 2. Also, minors should not read this. They should also not watch blood movies, but noone gives a damn about that... 3. Everything depicted below, be it places, names, characters, expressions or opinions, is freely invented by your storyteller and is to be regarded as fiction. Similarity between aforementioned places, names, characters, expressions or opinions and real events is purely coincidental and unintentional. 4. The contents of this material is in no way intended to be derogatory, demeaning or humiliating towards any of the sexes or any kind of sexual behaviour. Neither are the use of specific words meant to be derogatory. 5. I am not the author! I did not write the following story. I am just posting to the net for all to enjoy. 6. All flames considered on basis of merit (i.e. ignored). Meow! Lucifer Sam, a Siam cat /earth is 98% full. Please remove any excess inhabitants. That's What Sisters Are For My name is Mary. I'm 15. The following is a story that I hope you will enjoy. It was time for my big brother Tim to ger married. He's the oldest of the kids in my family. He's 22. Then my older sister, Becky, who's 17. And then me, at 15. Yongest is my sister, Sam (short for Samantha), who is 11. Since Tim was getting married, we have all sorts of relatives coming into town. Most of them are staying in hotels, and whatnot. However, my Aunt Anne (my mom's sister) is staying with us. In my room. Because she's in my room, mom set up the rollaway bed (which is fairly large) in Becky's room for me. It'll only be for two nights. I still don't understand why they couldn't kick Sam out of her room! However, after the experience which I'm going to tell you about, I'm really glad that I roomed with Becky. It's 10:00 the night before Tim's wedding. Mom wants everyone asleep early so that we can get up early. So Becky and I are in her room. We're not tired, so we get to talking. We've always been pretty close sisters, since we're only two years apart in age. I was getting to that age where my interest in boys was getting pretty strong. Pardon my immodesty, but people in my family tend to be quite attractive. I think Becky is beautiful, and the boys know it. She's been dating a lot since she was my age (mom won't let us date until we're 15). And I look quite a bit like my sister, except that my body isn't fully developed yet. So we're talking, mostly about boys. Typical conversation. Then we started to talk about sex, as teenage girls will sometimes do (see, not just boys talk about it). "Becky, forgive me for asking..." I started. "Yes," she replied before I could finish. "You've done it with a boy?" "Once. Have you?" "No. I really don't think that any boy would want someone as flat-chested as me." "I was flat as a board until I turned 16. Then, overnight, they grew. Really. Mom says it's been that way in our family." You see, I really am pretty flat. I have two small bumps on my chest, so small that I really don't need a bra. But I wear one anyhow. Becky's chest is fairly large. Now that I remember back, her breasts did start to grow when she was 16. One more year and maybe I'd have them too. "How was it? I mean, what was sex like?" I asked. "Different. At first it's really strange, taking your clothes off in front of a guy. And then when you actually do it, it hurts a little. But it's strange, the slight pain is enjoyable. And then it gets to be a lot of fun and feels really good after a while." "Did you use, umm... protection?" "I should have, but I was stupid. It was my first date, when I was 15. And I really didn't understand all what was supposed to happen. I guess I'm lucky that nothing happened. When you date, don't let any guy force you into anything. And don't be stupid like me, use a condom or some other sort of protection. OK, lecture over." "Thanks. I sometimes feel funny, especially when I see a cute guy. It's sort of like a tickle, down there..." I explained, as I pointed towards my crotch. "I feel like I want to put my hand inside and scratch it, but I don't." "Sounds like you're horny. You know, you could masturbate yourself." "Only guys do that. I might hurt myself." "No, if you do it right, it can make you feel really good." "Do you masturbate?" I asked Becky, a little ashamed of the word. "Sometimes. Do you want me to teach you how?" I didn't know what to say. I always looked up to Becky, but this sounded a little strange. A little perverted. But I was interested. So I said yes. "In fact, you don't always need a boy to have sex and feel good. If you do it with another girl, you can feel just as good - if not better - and you can't get pregnent." This was strange. Was she suggesting that she has sex with other girls? I asked, "Do you have sex with other girls?" "Sometimes. But don't think that there's anything wrong with it. You remember doing your friends hair, or sharing ice cream when you were little? It's the same sort of thing. Helping your friends feel good. And just because you like it doesn't mean that you can't like guys. It's OK." So my sister liked to have sex with other girls. Instead of making me think she was strange, the idea appealed to me. I liked the idea. I wanted to try it. Perhaps Becky would show me. She's my sister, and I trust her. "Could you, ummm, do it with me?" "Anything you you. That's what sisters are for." So it was set. I would have my first sexual experience, and with my own sister. The idea made me get that tickle, the heat, in my crotch. "First thing to do is to take our clothes off," she told me, as she unbuttoned her blouse. As she opened it, I could see her bra. It wasn't huge, but it held quite a bit of her chest. "Now you take off your shirt." I pulled my top over my head. Like I said, I have no chest, but I wear a training bra. So there we were, two sisters, sitting together without shirts. Sounds stupid, but it make things easier for what was to come. "Take off your bra," Becky told me. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Although I feel silly because I have such small breasts, taking off my clothes in front of another girl wasn't strange. After all, there was lacross - I've changed and showered in front of other girls. But still, because I knew what was going to happen was sex, I felt odd. But good. "You're not really that small, you know. I was totally flat when I was your age. But you've got something there. Besides, big breasts are a real pain sometimes. Even with sex." I looked down at myself. No, I wasn't flat. I had these small mounds with a little pink nipple dead center of each one. Becky then took off her bra. She needs one, for sure. They sort of fell out as she took off the item that held them. Would I have those one day? Was Becky right? Would I hate having big breasts? I didn't have much time to think, because Becky took her right hand and touched my left nipple. She rubbed a little around it, sometimes leaving my breast altogether and rubbing the space between them. I gulped. This was the first time anyone had ever touched my chest, besides my doctor and, well, when I was a baby. I looked at Becky's chest. I slowly moved a hand towards it, wanting to feel what big breasts felt like. They looked soft, but would they feel hard inside? No, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Becky moved her hand away from me. "O.K., well, you wanted to know how to satisfy yourself... So, here's how. First, of course, you have to take off your pants. You can make yourself feel good, sometimes, with pants on. But it's much better with them off." She stood up and unzipped the fly on her jeans. Yeah, I know, girls don't really need to have a fly. But I wasn't concerned with that sort of stupid thing. I was waiting to see what was inside. She popped open the snap and slowly lowered the jeans to the floor. She was wearing French cut panties. But that was all. I mean, she was naked except for them. Like I said, I'm used to changing for lacross practice with loads of other girls in my class. But because I knew that once she was going to take those panties off should would show me how to masturbate, well, that made me excited. "Why don't you take off your jeans? Then I can begin to show you some stuff you can do with other girls." So, I took mine off. Now I was standing in front of my sister nude except for my undies. "Lie down," she told me. I was getting a little scared. But I did as she suggested. She then got up onto the bed and straddled my legs, with her crotch hanging over my navel. Her breasts hung down over me, making them seem even larger. She lowered one hand to bed, to brace herself. The other hand she used to stroke my chest. She rubbed from my neck down to the bottom of my rib cage, taking extra time at my breasts, which were really flat now that I was lying on my back. She used both hands and squeezed on my nipples. Not so that they hurt, but I did make them pop out a bit. She backed herself up a bit, and moved her hand down to the waistband of my panties. She kept going, rubbing over them and going between my legs. I spread my legs, but she said "don't" so I moved them back and Becky continued to feel around. And back to the waistband. But this time, instead of going on top of them, she put her hand inside. She rubbed over me, feeling where pubic hair was in the process of gowing. I wasn't really thick like some of the girls on my team. Seeing how the rest of me is developing late, I guess the thick black patch would take it's time. Not like I cared. Regular hair is enough trouble. Anyway, she continued to probe downward in my tight panties. In fact, she stopped before she actually hit my crotch. And back up and out. She took both hands and put them inside my undies, at both sides. "Lift your butt, a little," she instructed, So I picked up my butt and she quickly yanked down my panties to my knees, showing my crotch for all to see. Well, Becky, anyhow. I lowered my naked butt to the bed and she slid my panties off me. "Bend your legs up, like your going to do situps," she again said. I did so. I was getting nervous. She put her hands on my knees and asked my to spread my legs apart. After I did, she slid her hands down the insides of my legs towards my crotch. "Beautiful pussy!" she said. Pussy? I've heard the word before in reference to a girl's crotch, but I was always told that girls hated that word. I guess Becky knew what I was thinking. "It's OK to say pussy. Sometimes even cunt. Or twat. Whatever you like. Just don't use such words in front of anyone that you wouldn't say fuck to." Ah, I see. So she put her hands on my innter thighs and lowered her head towards my crotch... uh... cunt. What happened next really thre me. She, a girl, put her face right between my legs and pressed her mouth against my twat (no, I don't like that word). I just stared at the ceiling and let her do her thing. She liked up and down the area between my butthole and the area where my vagina ends and the "patch" of pubic hair gets thicker. Tender she was, that I almost fell asleep. But then, she moved her hands inward and touched my vagina. She pulled apart the little lips on them and pushed her tongue inside. Whoa! Weird, but felt good. So good, that my entire body got warm. And I thought I was going to urinate all over Becky's tongue. I tried to stop from going it. But I wasn't able to restrain myself and I let it go. But I didn't. I didn't pee. "You know, you taste good. Some girls don't taste quite right. But you're really good. And you're starting to get wet. That'll help." She sat up and wiped her mouth, her breasts falling back to her chest. "What do you mean, wet?" "When a girl gets excited, she gets this liquid in her cunt. It's useful for sex, because it makes the penis slide a little easier. But when playing with yourself, or even doing it with another girl, it's useful. Go ahead and put your finger in you vagina. You'll see." She sat down next to me and I sat up. Put my finger in my vagina? Well, I'll give it a shot. Slowly, she told me. "Push apart your pussy lips. And slowly slide your finger in. You have short nails, so you shouldn't scratch yourself inside, but be careful." I did as she said. Yes, there was liquid on my pussy. But not urine, Becky says. Slowly I slid a finger inside my virgin hole. I could feel that I was soft inside. And warm. And wet. "This is the main way you have of fucking yourself. Once you get more experieced, you can move your finger around. And get multiple fingers inside. If you want to taste your love juices, pull your finger out and suck on it." I again did as told. Didn't have much of a taste. "Want to taste me? I can't promise anything, but I'm to understand that my taste is pretty good. And from finger fucking myself, I can say that it's pretty close to what you taste like. Guess it's because we're sisters." She stood up and pulled her panties down. She had thick black pubic hair. And because she had a tan line, the white around it made it seem all the more black. She again straddled me and slowly pushed my down. She moved closer and closer to my face and finally her breasts hung there. "Go ahead, nurse," she suggested. She guided one of her breasts to my mouth and touched her nipple to my lips. I opened wide and took in as much as I could (not much) and sucked on it. I didn't have any taste, but my sucking on another girl's breasts was sexy. She pulled down and moved her crotch closer to my face. I could see al her genitals, right there. And she lowered it right onto my mouth and I licked. Yes, it did taste fine. The hair was getting in the way, but still, I decided I liked pussy eating. "And this, sister, is called a 69." She pulled away from my eating mouth and lifted a leg over me and then the other one so that her butt was near my face. And then she lowered her body so that her face was in my crotch. "Now, eat me!" So I did. She pushed my butt back till her pussy was in my mouth and I sucked on it. Yes, actually sucked on her cunt like it was an orange. Meanwhile, whe was doing the same to me. But she was oh so much better than I. She was using her tongue and fingers. Faster and faster she went, and I tried to imitate. And then, another hot flash. But this time stronger and deep. I started to shake. Was I going to die? But it felt great. I started to push my crotch into her face, because I knew that was what was feeling so good. It tickled. It was hot. It was great. And I pissed. All over her face. And then... it was over. Becky sat up, her mouth wet. "Congratulations. You had an orgasm. And a good one!" She bent over and kissed my on the lips. A good stronge French kiss. I could taste what was on her face. It wasn't piss, but that pussy juice. I was tired. I loved it. I just sat there for a bit thinking. "I know you're pretty tired, but I have a few things to tell you. First, by rubbing and putting your finger inside you, you can orgasm (or cum) again. And do you know what little bump inside your cunt lips near the top. That's your clit. Rubbing that should feel good. That's what I was licking when you came." It was good. We spent the next hour or so touching and Becky showing me more about masturbating and having sex with girls. It made me feel great. And I wouln't get pregnant. We well asleep, naked, in each other arms. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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