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Patty:  A Big Brother's Obligation
Aquarius (address withheld)

***

My little sister, Patricia – Patty, is fifteen years my 
junior: mom and dad's unexpected surprise in mid-life. 
However, Patty turned out to be a blessing in disguise 
for them.  She was Mom's little angel, Dad's little 
princess, my lover. (Mf, underage, inc, 1st, rom)

***

My little sister, Patricia – Patty, is fifteen years my 
junior: mom and dad's unexpected surprise in mid-life. 
However, Patty turned out to be a blessing in disguise 
for them. When Patty turned five I graduated from high 
school and was off to the Army – mostly to get out of 
town, away from home, and away from a couple bad 
memories. 

Having Patty sustained them through my two tours of 
combat duty in 'Nam. Fortunately what helped, she had 
one of my old girl friends as her kindergarten teacher. 
Sally helped Patty through the first year I was over 
there. Sometimes I could kick myself for not getting 
back together with Sally – but that's neither here nor 
there now. She's been married now for ten years.

I saw Patty – and the family if I was lucky while on 
leave, maybe thirty days out of every thirty-six to 
forty-eight months. It was during those intervening 
years that I was treated to the pleasure of seeing Patty 
mature from a cute little five year old when I left home 
for Basic Training to a beautiful young girl of 
fourteen. 
 
When next I saw my little sister she was no longer a 
little kid, she was quickly becoming a beautiful young 
girl. I was home on leave between NCO schools at Fort 
Knox and my next duty station at Fort Hood just after 
Patty turned fourteen; I missed her birthday by two 
weeks. Needless to say she was not happy that I missed 
it, but the kid was more understanding than most her 
age, especially when I brought her a present from 
Germany. 

My first weekend home, Mom and Dad had a convention to 
go to that they could not easily get out of – and me 
being home helped. They didn't have to impose on the 
family or friends to have Patty stay with them – it was 
a three day event – but they had to drive there: one day 
there, one back. A week: A week I'd be alone with my kid 
sister and as someone put it, a good time for us to 
finally bond. Okay, if they said so.

Thursday morning we bid them good-bye, Mom assuring us 
she'd be checking in. Huh? Wait a minute, I am pushing 
twenty-eight – and Mom's going to call to assure I've 
got everything under control and Patty is okay? Patty's 
my little sister; it's a big brother's obligation to 
assure a little sister is okay. Patty merely giggled in 
response. Cute kid. 

A good second glance at her and I realized I'd missed a 
lot of her growing up and maturing – maturing in all the 
right places. And me, big brother, I finally noticed she 
was quickly turning into a beautiful young girl: long 
dark hair, hazel eyes, nice slender legs with slender 
waist, nicely proportioned hips, and nice small full 
firm beautiful breasts. To say the least the girl was a 
little fox.

And to think I'd just left one behind in Philadelphia.

Patty was Dad's little princess and Mom's little angel. 
With me gone now, she was the "only child" of the 
family. Needless, to say – somewhat spoiled but she 
deserved it – the daughter they wanted and got; 
especially Mom. The kid had a wardrobe some bitchy teen 
celebs would be jealous of.

I went back inside the house to pour myself another cup 
of coffee – tanker's coffee. I was in armor-infantry. I 
drank my coffee black, strong enough to take the paint 
off a duce-and-a-half, burnt thirty-weight drained from 
a tank pack after a month in tank gunnery. Good stuff, 
Sergeant Maynard.

"How can you drink that stuff?" Patty asked in a 
disgusted tone surprising me.

"Huh?" I turned to see her sitting on a stool at the 
breakfast counter. She was wearing a light blue halter 
top and white short-shorts, and sandals. "I've been 
drinking this stuff since I was your age, sis," I told 
her looking around for my pack of cigarettes which I'd 
been smoking off and on now.

"Really," she said leaning back pushing her black rimmed 
glasses back up the bridge of her nose to watch me as I 
light one up. "So whatcha' ya goina' do today?"

Taking a sip of the coffee I started out the side door 
to the driveway and the garage, a stand-alone type that 
Dad had converted into a small machine shop years ago 
where I'd learned to strip and rebuild a car engine, and 
a few other things along the way.

"Goin' to work on the truck, I'll need it for the drive 
down to Fort Hood in a couple weeks."

Patty followed me out to the garage where my "beast" a 
1978 GMC K2500 Suburban had sat parked, jacked up on 
blocks for the past three years. The day after I got 
home I was busy putting it back together, fresh oil in 
the engine, lubed, etc. I still had some work to go on 
it this week.

"I wish I could go with you," said Patty as we walked 
out to the garage.

I chuckled lightly which only made her annoyed.

"I'm serious!"

"Okay, but... not a whole lot down there," I told her. 
"Killeen is definitely a military town in every sense of 
the word."

"That's okay," she said matching my long strides.  Then 
she asked in the most innocent way: "So why can't I go 
with you?"

I finished the cigarette tossing the remains on the 
ground. The thought that she would want to go to Texas 
with me puzzled me for a brief moment but I decided 
maybe the idea of something new, someplace she'd never 
been to before intrigued her. 

"Because – A," I began, trying to explain to her she was 
too young, even to live with me, "you're still in 
school, even if its summer vacation... B: Mom and Dad 
would definitely veto the whole idea – and C..."

"I know," she said curtly cutting me off: "I'm too 
young, and D -- Daddy would have a shit fit... and E – 
all of the above."

I damned near chocked on my coffee: "Um, yeah." I didn't 
want to ask where she learned that one from. It was 
obvious – school.

Handing Patty the coffee cup I opened the garage door 
and there set the "beast" – Most guys put their 
reenlistment money in to fancy cars then wreak them a 
month later and they're in the Army for whatever number 
of years they reenlisted for and nothing to show for it: 
me, I bought the Suburban and put the money in to off-
road equipment and still had the truck six years later.

Patty handed the cup back and scooted in to the garage 
ahead of me, opened the driver's door on the truck and 
nimbly climbed in. 

"And what do you think you're going to do, young lady?" 
I asked with a frown.

"Teach me to drive," she said without hesitation. I was 
totally taken back by the girl's bold request. She 
insisted: "Come on, Dave, Mom and Dad will never find 
out. I promise."

I couldn't help but smile at her. No wonder she was 
Dad's little princess, the kid had the old man twisted 
around her little finger. Patty smiled the cutest impish 
smile I'd ever seen on a girl her age. I leaned on the 
open door window as she pushed her glasses back in to 
place. Our faces were mere inches apart. I said:

"Put your right foot on the gas pedal."

I watched as she shifted forward. I peered inside. Her 
foot barely touched the gas much less the brake or 
clutch. I don't believe in automatics, especially for 
teaching purposes. I'd been through this years ago with 
our girl cousins. Those memories still haunted me – I 
still recall the year Elaine and Susan and Linda all 
turned thirteen and fourteen. Damned they were fine – 
and so were two of their little friends: fine young 
girls. Susan nearly tore out the transmission on the 
pickup I had at the time. Elaine did okay and Linda had 
learned on a tractor.

Ever since I arrived stateside six months ago for the 
schools, by way of Philadelphia and Mom's cousin Joe and 
his family, I realized my little sister Patty was as 
fine looking as our cousin Michelle in Philadelphia: a 
little fourteen year old fox. I spent the next six 
months at Fort Knox going to school for advanced NCO 
training and advanced gunnery training. Then, after 
graduation before hopping a plane home out of 
Louisville, I spent another night with Michelle: then a 
fifteen year old angel.  My cock was hard as a tire iron 
remembering three pleasant nights I had with her. But, 
that was all another story. My eyes were now level with 
Patty. 
 
I saw my little sister not just as my little sister but 
a desirable young girl. 
 
I had a thought. "Tell ya what, sis. Let me finish 
getting this back together. I need to take the beast on 
a test run anyway. Want to go down to the old swimming 
hole?"

"Yeah!" she quickly agreed. "Mom won't let me go there 
by myself."

And for good reason I knew. All the reasons amounted to 
two reasons: She was too young and there were really 
none of the family left here. All the girls were gone. 
Seems a few weirdoes had moved in to the neighborhood 
after we had all left for our separate careers in life. 
Suffer the poor fool who hurts my little sister, they'd 
better enjoy living in a jungle someplace.

"Okay. Get your stuff together – and maybe pack a lunch 
for us. Give me another half hour. I need to give the 
ole' girl here a shakedown run anyway. Okay?"

"Gotcha!"

A short time later Patty ran back to the garage with a 
large wicker basket and Thermos jug, a couple blankets, 
towels and whatever else. Opening the right rear door, 
she shoved everything in to the back. I was just 
finishing with the last of the work on the truck when 
she was shoving all the stuff she brought from the house 
into the truck. I straightened up to look her over. 
Yeah, Mom had good reason to keep a tight rein on her – 
She had changed out of the shorts to a short – very 
short denim skirt and purple bikini bra top. The bra 
showed off an ample amount of her breasts and I could 
just imagine the bottom or panty. I whistled.

Patty shifted an embarrassed look from me then turned to 
smile at me.

"Um..." I began feeling self-conscious for whistling at 
my sister. "Anyway..."

Patty quickly said with a smile that brightened her 
face: "It's okay. You're my brother. You like it?"

She turned three-sixty. What she didn't realize just 
then, as I had when I arrived home earlier in the week, 
I had one helluva hard-on to deal with now.

Yeah. What else could I say? Patty was a little fox. She 
would look sexy in a feed sack.

"Yes. And as a red blooded male, um – you look downright 
sexy in it." I wanted to melt into the floor having said 
it. Patty smiled again. Then I quickly said: "I'm going 
to get myself ready then we'll go."

Patty waited in the kitchen sipping on a soda when I 
returned to the kitchen. I assured the house was secure 
then we took off. Patty was happy. She was riding in the 
"beast" which she'd only ridden in a couple times before 
when I was home on leave. 

As I pulled out of the driveway and followed the road a 
short distance to the cut off from the main road and 
back in a short distance I crossed the old bridge, long 
since rebuilt by the county, and then made a right turn 
onto an overgrown tractor trail that led into Uncle 
Martin's grazing field for his herd of dairy cows. As 
kids, the cousins and I and Dad and the uncles kept the 
trail open with trucks or tractors, but the area had 
since become neglected and weeds naturally took over 
concealing the trail. But that was all the better. It 
had long since become forgotten.

I slowed downshifting as the truck crashed through the 
underbrush and weeds and what was left of a gate. Patty 
laughed as the brush guard and standoffs on the front 
end shoved the saplings and brush and gate aside, the 
long branches sweeping over the front end, the 
windshield and across the roof. We broke in to a 
secluded world that my cousins and I had made our own 
play ground as kids. 
 
I stopped at the edge of what was left of Uncle Martin's 
old grazing pasture: "The old swimming hole, sis."

She looked around then said: "It's been a couple years 
since Mom brought me back here. It's spooky looking..."

I shut the engine off and sat for a moment looking it 
over. "Yeah. Changed."

Weeds, saplings, even an old abandoned car had taken 
over the old pasture. Not like it was when the girls and 
I were kids, the pastoral scene was essence of the good 
life in those days – our Happy Days.

I opened the door to get out. Patty followed, jumping 
out from the other side. We walked over to the creek. 
Just looking at the water didn't tell me much. Ten years 
ago it was crystal clear and you could drink the water. 
 
Making a circuit of the area – I felt like I was on a 
recon mission. Patty watched me from beside the truck. 
She knew I was making sure, after all these years the 
area was still safe. 
 
Close to the edge of the creek there was still a large 
patch of grass where we could spread out the blankets. 
We took out the blankets, basket of sandwiches Patty had 
made, the jug of Kool-Aid and a portable radio for the 
music. She took the glasses off placing them in the 
basket.

Patty hesitantly watched me before taking the skirt off. 
Not thinking I merely pulled my T-shirt off then the 
boots, then pulled the jeans off I wore over the swim 
trunks I'd put on. Patty could not help but watch me. 
She blushed as she watched me slip the jeans off. After 
a moment she slipped the skirt off revealing a matching 
purple bikini bottom with tiny skirt type trim. I tried 
not to stare or watch her. I knew it'd make her 
uncomfortable. After all, it was not like we'd grown up 
together seeing each other every day.

I tip toed to the water, not sure what was hidden in the 
grass. Sighing I had not stepped on anything I told her 
to follow my tracks. After a moment we were both in the 
water, the creek had been deepened by a couple floods 
that ruined the area. However, the water was cold and 
refreshing just the same. The area of the pool was 
roughly the size of a swimming pool. 

We swam around for a few minutes chasing each other, 
splashing around, which felt good for a change. The rope 
swing was still in place. We used that diving in to the 
water. We splashed around for a half hour before 
climbing out. Sitting on the blanket we began drying 
off. Then we each dried the other's back. 

Patty opened the basket taking out the sandwiches and 
thermos of Kool-Aid. She watched me with a shy glance as 
I ate the sandwich and sipped at the Kool-Aid that she 
must have dumped a pound of sugar into.

Patty sat with the towel draped over her shoulders. We 
talked, I told her about the places I'd been in Europe, 
the areas; I'd brought back several packets of 
photographs. As we talked, I put my arm about her 
shoulders holding her. I began rubbing my hand over her 
shoulders and back massaging her shoulders and back. 

"That feels good, Dave," she sighed, moving her head 
around. I took the towel off her shoulders to gently 
knead them working on the muscles.
 
After a moment she lay face down as I continued to 
caress and knead the muscles of her back. Gently rubbing 
her back I began working the shoulder muscles and around 
her neck with my fingers.

"There's a bottle of sun tan lotion in the bag... rub 
some on my back. Mmm?"

I found the copper colored bottle in the bag. Squirting 
some of the creamy lotion in to my right hand I began to 
smooth it over her back and shoulders. Kneeling, I used 
both hands to work the lotion in to her back. 

"Mmmm, Dave that feels sooo good," she sighed as I 
continued to massage her.

Patty began to sigh and moan with the sounds of a 
contented cat. I felt my cock getting hard – hard as a 
steel spike. Damned she felt fine. I glanced down at the 
nice round form of her butt. The panty bottom was tight 
about her butt cheeks and hips. As I massaged her back I 
stared at her bottom noticing how nice and firm it 
looked. I'm not much on a girl's butt or bottom, rather 
I enjoy looking at her breasts and hips and that tender 
V between her legs. After a few good strokes over her 
back I slid my hands under the back strap slipping them 
to either side to her breasts. 

Patty opened her eyes turning to see my hands touch her 
breasts. She allowed a shadow of a smile then closed her 
eyes for a moment. 

"Where did you learn to massage like this?" she asked, 
opening an eye to peer up at me.

"Korea." I replied as I started working my hands down 
her back. "Want a full body massage?"

"What's that?" she asked rolling on to her back.

As she rolled on to her back, her fine little breasts, 
the perky little nubs of her nipples tenting the fabric 
of the bra, the little bottom piece, the panty drawn 
tight between her legs, nicely displaying her mons. Lust 
for my own sister quickly shoved aside all propriety as 
"big brother" my hormones screaming for her virginity.

Again I started with her shoulders working down her 
sides, for the moment avoiding those beautiful mounds 
that were her breasts, along her sides, the gentle flare 
of her hips and down her legs to her feet which I 
massaged with care, the whole time watching the changing 
expression on her face. She watched me with a mixture of 
wonder and awe.

"I–I... never felt like this before, Dave," she told me 
in a soft voice filled with wonder. 

"Like it, huh?" I said more in comment than question.

She nodded her head, a smile filling her young face. I 
started again at her shoulders working my way back down 
to her feet, massaging her feet but not tickling them, 
that only spoils the erotic effect that the girl feels 
during a full body rub – tickling can come later.

I worked my way down from her shoulders a third time, 
slowly moving my hands across her chest and around her 
breasts caressing the base of them working down to her 
hips and back up to her breasts.

Patty lay still watching me work my hands over her body 
with slow deliberate strokes. Watching Patty's face I 
could see what I was doing was turning her on. Her 
breathing was increasing in tempo as I moved my hands 
around the base of her breasts slipping the finger tips 
under the little bra the satin smooth flesh of her small 
full firm breasts made me forget for the moment she was 
my sister. 

Gazing down at her face, her eyes locked on mine, I 
asked her: "You've never been touched like this, have 
you?"

Patty shifted her gaze to my waist; her eyes were 
riveted on my hips and the nice but hard aching erection 
I suddenly got for her.

She shook her head stuttering: "No."

"Do you like it?"

She nodded her head. "Uh huh. Yes."

I leaned down to kiss her. It was more than a mere kiss 
we share when we've met or leaving, it was the kiss of 
first time lovers. 

Patty wrapped her arms about my neck: Tears trickled 
down her cheeks.

"I've missed you, Dave. I've missed having my big 
brother here with me."

It had been nearly three years since we had last seen 
each other; I was stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas then.

I kissed her again. "I've missed you too – little one." 
I lay down beside her to kiss her deeply as I slid my 
hand under the little bra to slide my finger over the 
nub of her hard little nipple. The feel of the full firm 
form of the little breast nearly made me lose the full 
load of my male cream even before I had a chance to 
enjoy the feel of taking and possessing this little 
angel.

Patty asked in a quiet tone as our lips parted: "Are you 
going to make love to me?"

I was taken by surprise by her question. I replied 
without hesitation: "Do you want me to make love to 
you?"

She replied: "I have thought about it a lot, Dave. I 
have dreamt about it too – you making love to me."

Without a doubt I knew what that meant too: She was 
experimenting with the female concept of masturbation.

I lay on my side beside her, sliding my hand toward her 
bikini clad little pussy that showed a nice moist spot 
now from her girlhood juices. "You want me to be your 
first...?"

I wanted to be sure this is what she wanted. If I did, 
there would no turning back.

I'd seduced my girl cousins and made love to them 
whenever we could have time together when we were in 
high school and even afterward whenever I was home on 
leave, I'd take one of them to a motel somewhere for the 
weekend we'd literally shake up for three days – it was 
branded incest, but we didn't care, the five of us were 
too much stuck on each other to really care about such 
social mores. And now there was my sister.

Without hesitation she said: "Yes."

Patty did not hesitate or wonder if what she was asking 
was right or wrong; she knew what she wanted. I never 
knew if she was aware that I'd bedded our girl cousins 
several years before claiming their virgin cherries when 
we were all still in school. She pulled my mouth back to 
hers we kissed again. 

I slid my hand from the full firm form of her breast 
down her stomach brushing the fingers over the tight 
flat plane of her abs and her thighs. I drew the hand 
back between her legs. There was a spot of wetness 
between Patty's legs; she was aroused with the feeling 
of my hands caressing her young body. Patty was becoming 
excited with the feel of my hand sliding between her 
legs caressing her young virgin pussy.

I rolled on to my back pulling Patty a top me. Our lips 
parted, Patty was surprised as I held on to her so that 
she was laying atop me, her legs spread to either side 
of my hips, her young childhood resting against my 
raging male bull; her nice small full firm breasts 
pressed against my chest. My cock was hard as a steel 
spike. 
 
Patty looked down at me with wonder as she attempted to 
move, her bikini clad pussy rubbing against my engorged 
male-hood her breasts moving against my chest. She drew 
in a shallow breath as the sensation of her pussy 
rubbing against my cock sent a wave of heat coursing 
through her. I watched her eyes as she moved her hips 
against mine, her expression was one of pure enchantment 
and delight; it was something I am sure she had never 
experienced before. 

She hung on to me, her head resting against my right 
shoulder as I grasped her hips with both hands to help 
her set the rhythm as I moved my hips in slow rocking 
motion. Patty sighed with the delightful feeling her 
breathing becoming rapid; this was her first time and 
she was willing and submissive to me.

"Oh yes, Dave that – that feels sooo good... I've never 
felt anything like this before."

The feeling of Patty rubbing her pussy against my hard 
cock brought me to the edge but I struggled to hold 
back. I wanted her to enjoy this first time of pleasure 
she was getting from being seduced. I slipped a hand 
between us my fingers sliding between her open legs to 
the wetness of her virgin childhood. Patty whimpered 
with the feeling of my hand between her legs.

"David, be gentle with me there... please.  I–I... feel 
funny inside... like... like..."

"It's all right, sweetheart. You're about to have an 
orgasm. An orgasm?"

"An orgasm...? I think so... I've wet myself several 
times."

"Mmmmm... yes," I said savoring the feeling of my little 
sister a top me, her little pussy riding my hard cock.  
I sought after her lips again, they were moist from our 
kisses. She did not hesitate but pressed her mouth 
against mine, the kiss seemed to last for hours, not a 
mere couple minutes. "You've had one then."

Our mouths pressed together, Patty sighed with the 
sensations of her first male induced orgasm building 
within her. As she moved her hips back and forth against 
me I was caressing her little pussy pressing the fabric 
in to her virgin childhood her virgin juices wetting the 
panty and my hand. Sensing Patty was about to cum I 
quickly rolled over so I was now on top and she on the 
bottom; her eyes wide with awe as she realized my cock 
was pressing against her childhood harder and in a 
position, if I had wanted at that moment I could have 
pulled her little panty off and raped her right there. 
However, I had other plans for later that evening. At 
that moment I wanted Patty to experience the feel of a 
man on top of her using her for his (my) pleasure. 

The feel of Patty under me, her pussy rubbing against my 
hard-on made me feel that I wanted to take her right 
then. Just before I was about to lose my load of male 
cream; I knew Patty was close to her first orgasm. I 
stopped. Patty whimpered in frustration as I took my 
hand away from her. 
 
"You liked that didn't you?" I asked her pressing and 
moving my hard cock against her pussy.

She nodded. "Yes. Y–you stopped..."

"Not here. I want your first time to be very special 
today."

She looked up at me with those big beautiful hazel eyes 
of hers. She allowed a faint smile as it became clear 
that I wanted to make her feel special. I shifted my 
arms so that I could stroke her long hair still wet from 
our brief swim. I slid my fingers through her hair as I 
kissed her again.

She said after a moment when I lifted my mouth from 
hers: "You mean like a first date tonight?"

Patty had never been out on a real date; Mom and Dad 
keeping a tight leash on her dating. She went to a few 
school dances; not near what I did or our cousins when 
we were her age. I think of all the school dances 
between junior high and high school, I may have missed 
one. 

"That and another. Okay?" Patty happily nodded her head. 
I finally stood up helping her to her feet.  "Come on. 
Let's get back to the house." 

We piled everything in to the back of the truck and 
returned to the house. We took separate showers, Patty 
used Mom and Dad's bathroom and I used the main one. 
When I finished I laid down across the bed in my old 
room to relax – whatever that was supposed to mean. A 
moment later there was a slight tapping on the door.

"Dave?" The door opened and Patty peered in. "Can I...?"

Patty was wearing the emerald green and black kimono I'd 
sent her from Japan the year before. I wanted to get a 
full ensemble for her but prudence decided otherwise. 
Mom.

"Come on in, sweetheart." She liked that I was using 
those terms of endearment.

Patty entered crossing the room to the bed. I smiled at 
her patting the space beside me. "Here."

Patty returned my smile with a shy look climbing on to 
the bed and moved in to my arms. We kissed then she laid 
her head on my shoulder and I held her for a moment, my 
eyes closed. Then she quietly asked: "Dave, what's it 
like...? I mean to make love?"

Staring at the ceiling I know I smiled. I know she was 
watching my expression. Shifting my gaze to her, those 
hazel eyes intently watching me, I said: "Depends on the 
couple and depends a lot on the guy's attitude toward 
the girl. He can make it the best, or make it the worse 
for the girl."

Turning on my side to face Patty I saw she seemed to be 
considering a comment. After some thought, she said: 
"You mean the guy would make the girl do it even if she 
doesn't want to?"

At this point I knew I had to be up front with her. I 
wasn't certain how much Mom had told her about sex. In 
some ways Mom could be rather closed lip about the 
subject. I replied:

"Right."

She looked at me in a way that made me wonder if what I 
wanted to do with her was smart or not. She asked:

"Dave... you won't hurt me tonight... you know...?"

"Soft and gentle, honey." I kissed her laying her on her 
back to kiss her down her face and soft moist lips, her 
neck and shoulders to her chest opening the kimono she 
wore a white chemise. I pulled the straps aside to bare 
her nice small full firm young breasts, the nipples hard 
with her arousal. "There will be nothing to be afraid 
of. Relax and enjoy it tonight."

I caressed her breasts drawing my hand over them 
fondling the little nipples, kneading each one between 
my fingers; her breathing became deeper as she stared in 
to my eyes, watching my expression of pleasure.

Then I slid my hand down her body to her waist then 
slowly down to the tender V between her legs. Patty drew 
in a breath in response to the feel of my hand between 
her legs, caressing her pussy. She willingly spread her 
legs as I slid my hand further between them until I 
could cup her tender pussy. 

She moved her hips moving her pussy against my hand. A 
smile of delight and contentment spread over her face as 
she softly moaned with the pleasure I was giving her.

"Dave... when you do that, does that mean you are going 
to make love to me?" 

I said in an assuring tone: "Yes. But not now, I want 
the time to be right. Tonight."

She smiled then laid her head against my shoulder moving 
her hips rubbing her pussy against my probing fingers. 
"Yes, tonight." She made soft mewing sounds as I 
caressed her pulsing little pussy.  "Oooh, Dave... yes."

After a long moment Patty moaned drawing in a deep 
breath then with a sharp gasp: "I–I... think I wet 
myself!"

Patty had experienced her first male induced orgasm. Her 
juices wet her as she lay back, her eyes open wide with 
surprise at what had happened.  I watched her reaction 
with delight. I'd brought my little sister off her first 
time. That weekend would be filled with many first times 
for her.

She went back to her room to change again. When she 
returned she slipped in to bed with me again, we fell 
asleep after awhile. I awoke some time later, Patty was 
still sleeping, her head on my arm. She had two terrific 
orgasms that left her exhausted. I didn't want to 
disturb her – just yet. I let her sleep a little longer. 
She reminded me of the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty 
princess.
 
I finally woke her and we took another quick shower to 
wash the cum off of us, then dressed. Patty used Mom and 
Dad's room again to dress in a dress that Mom sent me a 
picture of her in a few months before. She was wearing a 
deep royal blue velvet dress with satin and sequined 
bodice and sheer billowed nylon sleeves, black nylons 
with matching black high heel strappy sandals. 

At the time I thought she looked down right cute in it; 
however, tonight, I got the wind knocked out of me. She 
was downright sexy: or is it "hot" as hell in it. An old 
song out of the late-50's "She Wore Blue Velvet" came to 
mind.  I could just imagine her wearing a black lace bra 
and panty set. Over that she wore a white crocheted 
shawl. 

It was all I could do at the moment not to whistle and 
not to have the lustful thoughts of wanting to rape her 
right there in the living room. She touched the bridge 
of her black rimmed glasses starting to take them off.

"I don't need these tonight," she said slipping them off 
to set them aside.

For a mere moment Patty wearing the glasses reminded me 
of a girl not too long ago who also wore dark rimmed 
glasses. She was self-conscious of them whenever I took 
her out on a date. Yet, she looked pretty even with the 
glasses. 

"You're okay, sis," I assured her.

"But I look – dorky," she replied in a solemn tone, I 
tried my best not to smile. 

I shook my head. "No, sis you look just fine. Trust a 
guy – me when he says that."

Patty relented as I held my hand out to her. "Shall 
we...sweet heart? The taxi waits."

Earlier I'd found the keys earlier to Mom's car which I 
moved to the side of the house while Patty was finishing 
making herself look pretty for me. 

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the restaurant which 
was already somewhat crowded: typical for a Friday 
evening.  We finally got a table. We small talked 
through the meal: Me mostly reminiscing about Germany, 
Korea, and then the schools I'd just completed at Fort 
Knox. 

We left there and drove around town for a while.  Patty 
slid across the seat in a whisper of velvet and nylon to 
sit beside me. The dress slid up her shapely legs 
exposing the top of the stocking and the garter straps. 
My cock was hard as an iron spike as I slid my hand 
along her leg slipping it under the dress caressing her 
thighs.

Patty stared ahead at the traffic ahead of us for a 
moment then glanced down looking at my hand under her 
dress. She smiled contentedly as I slipped it between 
her legs; Patty opened her legs enough letting me slip 
my hand between them to feel the silken nylon panty and 
the wetness of her pussy.

Patty's breathing was becoming heavier as I caressed her 
pussy pressing the silken panty against the little 
swollen nub of her virgin clit. She began moving her 
hips in response to my fondling her. Patty moaned with 
pleasure of pressing herself against my probing fingers. 
I felt her hand on my legs as she groped for my spike 
hard cock. She took hold of it squeezing it and fondling 
it; I damned near lost it there.  

She moaned with the pleasure of feeling a man's cock for 
the first time.

I asked: "Like that?"

Patty was squeezing my cock enjoying her first feel of a 
man's cock in her hand.

"Mmmmn yes – that feels good..." she said huskily. "I–
I've never done this before."

With Patty sitting beside me "cruising the boulevard" as 
it was called when I was a kid. I had Patty near the 
throes of an orgasm at a stop light. I could hardly 
contain myself anymore.

"Oh, god, Dave I – I'm going to cum!"

I casually pulled my hand out from under the dress 
letting her regain her composure.

After a moment I finally related to her how with our 
cousins and our dates we cruised Main Street and Kansas 
Avenue for an hour then half way through the evening we 
swapped off. We'd head over near the grain elevators to 
park between the big grain trucks, or out near the creek 
where the girls would get laid and then we'd head home. 
Those were the "good ole' days". 

Patty was becoming excited by the stories as I added and 
embellished on the stories a bit about what the cousins 
and I did and didn't do on those summer evenings. I 
dropped the subtle hint that it was I who had popped 
their little cherries. 

"Are we going to park, Dave?" she asked subtly inviting 
me to put my hand back under her dress close to her 
throbbing young pussy.

"Want to?" I asked feeling her legs again and enjoying 
the feel of her pussy.

"Yes. I – I have never parked with a guy before."

I mused: Of course not, Mom would have a shit fit and 
Dad'd have a cow – Princess out getting laid by some 
pimple faced kid who'd get her knocked up ...

It was for this reason I explored the trail earlier that 
day that led back in to the creek and swimming hole with 
the truck, but that didn't mean I was not going to get 
Mom's precious Nova in and out without a scratch. I'd be 
seeing an old high school friend of mine who ran the 
locale auto body shop on Monday.

Holding my breath I eased the car past the bushes and 
back in to the field. Not a scratch. I turned the car to 
face the creek and the rising moon. Stopping and 
shutting the engine off, we stared at the silver white 
orb of the moon for a moment. Patty was all smiles as 
she watched the moon slowly rising toward its zenith. 

Patty finally spoke: "The last couple summers I'd sit on 
the back lawn watching the moon come up like this and 
wonder what it would be like to be in love, and watch 
the moon rise."

"Quiet, I suppose." I turned to watch her face in the 
moon light.  I looked back toward the creek and the 
placid water reflecting the moon light. "Problem is I've 
been where it's so quiet you're almost afraid to breathe 
that someone will hear you."

Patty laid her head on my shoulder. "I know. I recall 
you writing a letter like that to Cousin Elaine. She 
cried after reading it."

I looked down at Patty a second. "Why?"

Patty lifted her eyes to meet mine. "She cried? I don't 
know. She said it was too sad."

I slipped Patty's glasses off of her laying them on the 
dashboard then slipped an arm about her holding her 
close then I kissed her forehead. That led to kissing 
her on the lips. She lifted her mouth to meet mine, her 
mouth slightly open in acceptance as our tongues met and 
twirled about each other.

She broke the kiss, yet our lips were but a breath 
apart. She asked:

"Dave, is it true then that you made love to Cousin 
Elaine and Susan, and Linda?"

I hesitated a moment. Patty lifted her questioning gaze 
up to me. I saw the question in her young eyes. I knew I 
was trapped I said:

"Yes. We made love." I finally asked her the ultimate 
question: "What about you? You have any boyfriends?"

She nodded her head. "I had a couple."

"And?" I coaxed her.

Patty considered her answer a moment then said: "One, 
Fred tried to get me to give it up to him one afternoon 
after school."

"And you basically told him to take a hike, eh?"

She lowered her gaze: Patty was embarrassed to admit she 
would have had sex with some boy like him. "Yes." 

"Mind if I ask you another question?" She shook her head 
slightly, her hair swishing back and forth. "How old was 
this Fred?"

"Sixteen."

Oh. I was quiet for a moment. Hell that's about how old 
I was when I seduced Elaine and Linda and raped Susan. 
Connie literally gave in letting me have my way with 
her. 

I asked after another moment: "Have you ever dreamed or 
wondered about letting a guy make love to you?"

She nodded her head. "Yes. Sometimes." She paused 
looking nervously at her delicate hands. "I – I don't 
know. Mom told me a few things, but mostly about not 
letting a guy force me to do it... to just say no."

Patty lifted her eyes to me with an expectant look. She 
said with a soft tone: "I want to make love, Dave. I – I 
suppose it's wrong and all – brother and sister, but I 
want you to be my first. This is my decision, Dave."

For a moment I thought she had suddenly become twenty-
something.

Suddenly Patty wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She 
said the same thing that afternoon and now I knew she 
was serious. My little sister would give herself to me 
wanting me to be the one to take her virginity. Needless 
to say my male hood was erect and hard as a steel spike 
in an instant. 

"We will honey. We have nothing but time this weekend."

I slid my hand up her side to her face and then slid my 
fingers through her long silken hair. The feel of her 
long hair sent a thrill through me. 

Our lips met and we kissed long and with fervent 
passion. I know she must have had to have felt the 
wetness of her juices seeping in to her panty.

I slid my hand back down her side and to the nice small 
full form of her breast. Patty moaned with the touch of 
my hand on her breast. It was a near repeat of this 
afternoon, our first time at the creek and then at home 
as we lay together on my bed. Patty was ready to give 
herself to me right then.
 
"Take me then. I'm yours, Dave. No one will ever 
know..."

What the hell, I decided; I'd gotten away with seducing 
and fucking my four girl cousins, not to mention a 
couple of their little friends and I doubted Patty would 
tell her little friends – they're probably worse than a 
bunch old washer women: "...And then I let so-and-so 
have it... yackity-yack."

I gently fondled the nice small full firm form of her 
breast. The nipples were hard as little pebbles tenting 
the bra and bodice of the dress. Patty rubbed her head 
against my side as I caressed and fondled her. She 
closed her eyes as we kissed. I moved my hand back down 
her side to her waist, then hips, then along the slender 
form of her leg until I could slip my hand under the hem 
of the dress to slowly push it back up to her hips.

"Like that?" I softly asked her sliding my hand along 
her leg toward her hips.

My male bull was so hard now it was aching. 

Patty nodded her head as she put her arms around my neck 
looking up in to my eyes; her hazel eyes sparkling in 
the moon light. She answered in a soft passion filled 
tone: "Yes."

She sighed softly as I slowly slid my hand back up along 
her thigh to her hips and then slipped it between them. 
I moved my hand over the silken smoothness of her 
stocking clad legs savoring the feel of her legs. Patty 
willingly opened her legs more inviting me to caress her 
legs, enjoying the feel of my hand on them. She was 
becoming excited and aroused by the way I was caressing 
and fondling her legs, slowly sliding my hand up her 
leg.

Patty drew in a breath as I touched her silken smooth 
clad virgin childhood; I could just make out the dark 
shade of her lace panty in the moon light. A dark spot 
between her legs showed her panty was wet with her 
childhood juices. As I stroked her pussy she began 
moving her hips with the caressing touch of my fingers. 
I pressed the nylon of the panty against her pulsing 
young pussy drawing a shuddering sigh of pleasure from 
her.

Patty's breathing became heavier as I caressed her legs 
moving my hand closer to her hips and the prize of her 
virgin pussy.

Then Patty asked in a soft trembling tone: "Do I please 
you, Dave? Am I as beautiful as any of your girlfriends 
you've had?"

It was like a hand grenade with the pin pulled then 
dropped in my lap.

I knew an answer was necessary and the wrong answer 
could scotch the whole weekend.

I made a bold move carefully choosing my words. "Yes – 
and not just because you're my sister; you're a little 
fox."

"A fox?" She was perplexed by the term.

"A beauty – gorgeous, and well... yes, sweet heart very 
beautiful."

Patty turned to face me. "I love you, Dave. I love you," 
and she kissed me deeply.

Patty pressed her small nicely formed breasts against my 
chest as she clung to me, our mouths pressed together in 
a long passionate kiss. I pressed my hand against her 
virgin childhood feeling the swell of her little 
childhood clit. 

"Yes, you do please me, sweetheart. Always," I assured 
her.

I cupped her virgin childhood with my hand as I kissed 
her long and hard, pressing her head back against the 
seat back. I began caressing more then moved my hand to 
the waist band of the little panty slipping my hand in 
to her panty. 
	
I slowly slid my hand down to feel the silken soft downy 
hair of her childhood, wet with her childhood juices. I 
carefully felt her then touched the hard erect little 
nub of her virgin clit.  Patty gasped then moaned with 
the pleasure of her first time. Her breathing became 
heavier as I began fondling her clit; her moans became 
groans as I was bringing her closer to an orgasm. At 
this point I wanted to lay her right there on the front 
seat and pop her cherry and fuck the hell out of her. 
But I held back, struggling with my unbridled urge to 
take her.

Patty moaned as I touched the lips of her virgin pussy 
then slipped it in but a fraction easing it in, 
penetrating her for the first time. Patty reached down 
grasping my wrist:

"Be – Be gentle, David," she pleaded. 

I gently shushed her. "It's all right," I assured her. 
"Just relax, sweet heart you'll enjoy it more when you 
relax -- and give in."

Patty moaned again as I eased my finger in to her warm 
wet pussy. I eased it in and out thrusting deeper with 
each stroke until I touched that gossamer thin barrier 
of her maiden childhood: that thin membrane had kept her 
virgin and now she was about to lose that innocence of 
her virgin childhood forever.

I could feel the pre-cum leaking as I continued to 
finger Patty's childhood. She began moving her hips in 
earnest with my fingering. Suddenly her scream and cry 
from her orgasm startled me, I thought I'd done 
something to hurt her. However, her juices flowed in a 
steady stream on to my fingers. I nearly lost my load at 
that moment, but I managed to hold back.

"Ooooh, Dave... Ahhh! Yes! Oh yes!" Patty cried with the 
release of her juices as she tried to regain her 
composure and get her breath back. "I've never felt 
anything like this."

"The best sweet heart," I told her as I slowly moved my 
finger inside her pussy. I wanted to bring her to 
another orgasm – Patty moved her hips back and forth her 
throbbing pussy riding my finger until she whimpered 
then moaned: Her juices surged on to my fingers again in 
a stream. I held my hand cupping her wetness. It was all 
I could do not to force her to give it up now. 
 
Patty's eyes fluttered open. She lifted her young eyes 
to look up at me with a smile of pleasure and 
satisfaction. "Dave, is – is that making love?"

 I could not help but return her innocent smile with a 
knowing one of mine. I said: "It can be and it can also 
be the fore-play to making love, honey."

"Love me some more like that, Dave," she pleaded. 

I asked: "Would you rather take our love making home 
where we can be more comfortable?"

Patty nodded then said: "Can we pretend you're taking me 
to a motel?"

I damned near chocked. For the moment I wanted to ask 
her where she had heard that or knew about it then I 
imagined our girl cousins: The notorious four-some. 

"Want it to be nice and naughty," I suggested.

Patty grinned. "I heard that it's the best ..."

The girl, for her supposedly innocent age was full of 
surprises tonight.

Carefully leaving the field, I turned on to the county 
road and headed home. I decided to clean-up the car 
tomorrow; Patty was ready and willing to give herself to 
me that night and I wasn't about to blow any chances of 
taking her virginity.

Going through the ritual, as if I were in fact taking 
her to a motel, I picked Patty up in my arms, she 
squealed in delight as I carried her in to the house. I 
managed to get the side door closed then carried her 
downstairs to a room that our grandmother used until she 
was moved to a nursing home. The room was perfect; it 
seemed to evoke the feeling of entering a motel room.

Patty was becoming excited and aroused by what we were 
doing. She pressed her head against my shoulder as I 
carried her downstairs to the basement bed room. The 
basement hall was dark, I found the light switch with my 
elbow flipped the light on; the door to the room was 
ajar. Light spilled in from the hall. I crossed the room 
in two strides and carefully lay Patty across the bed. 
Her hair lay in a tawny fan about her small head, her 
hazel eyes sparkled with her expectation of what I was 
about to do to her that night. 

Turning on the bed side lamp I shoved the door closed, 
more out of habit than anything but it also gave the 
atmosphere of a motel somewhere and shutting out the 
world. Our eyes locked on each other as I took the 
jacket and tie off tossing them aside, loosened the 
shirt; I looked down at Patty, my little sister lay 
across the bed staring up at me with innocence and 
trust. My gaze traveled down the length of her slender 
young body, her breasts small mounds pushing up the 
bodice of the dress; the hem had ridden up her legs, the 
dark tops of the stockings exposed. My mind was in 
"overdrive", my maleness yearned for the feel of her 
tender young body; Patty was all girl. 
 
My cock was hard and thick as a steel railroad spike; it 
was so hard it ached.

Her long tawny hair laid spread out about her small face 
in a halo. She watched me take the shirt off tossing it 
aside. I wasn't wearing a T-shirt distaining them having 
to wear them with the uniforms. I knelt on the bed 
leaning down to kiss her, our tongues touching, 
caressing, loving; then I lay down beside her; Patty 
moved in to my arms as I slipped my them about her to 
hold her, love her, comfort her.

"I love you, Dave," she said in a soft voice as our 
mouths met and she parted her lips yielding to me. "I 
always want to be yours...no one else will ever have me. 
No one will ever know I am yours ...darling."

At the time I knew I missed what she said as I hungrily 
kissed her, holding her young body close to mine, 
feeling and savoring her virginity pressed against my 
engorged cock. Slipping a hand behind her back and 
through the long tresses of her hair I felt for the 
dress's zipper. Slowly pulling the zipper down to her 
waist, I then pulled it down to look at the dark blue 
lace and satin bra she wore. Her small rose bud button 
nipples were hard and erect tenting the lace of the bra. 
I lay across her, the lace bra rubbing against my chest, 
the sensuous feel of the lace and satin almost made me 
loose it right then. Now I wanted her more than anything 
else.

I kissed the hollow of her neck that always drove Elaine 
and Susan nuts when we made out. Once more, I had to be 
careful not to leave any mark on her that Mom and Dad 
would see later. Patty cried with her need as I kissed 
her moving my hand back down to her waist and the waist 
band of her little panty. I moved my hand down to molest 
her pussy pressing the sheer nylon into her clit. She 
responded eagerly pressing herself even harder against 
my raging bull; it was still hard and erect as a steel 
spike since we left the old grazing field.

Slipping my hand under the waist band I hesitated as 
Patty's breathing became harder. I slid my hand over her 
thighs teasing her as I moved my hand toward her nice 
downy thatch of public hair now moist with her girlhood 
juices. Patty moaned with the feel of my fingers 
caressing her wetness as I sat up to pull her little 
panty down her legs slide it down to the wetness of her 
love juice soaked pussy and thatch of her downy soft 
hair, soaked with her juices.  Tossing the wisp of nylon 
aside her virgin childhood pussy was now vulnerable to 
me for my pleasure and gratification. 

Patty moved her hips in response to my finger playing 
over her childhood; she moaned with the feel of my 
finger caressing her small erect little clit, tender and 
sensitive to my touch. We kissed deeply, our tongues 
playing back and forth between our mouths; I slid it up 
and back over the roof her mouth bringing a stifled 
groan of ecstasy from Patty then a cry as she cam again, 
her juices flowing in a warm stream over my fingers.  

I slid my finger into Patty's throbbing wet pussy 
savoring the silken wetness as I worked my finger around 
inside of her until I touched her most sacred being, the 
thin gossamer membrane that protected her, keeping her a 
virgin until now. As I molested her with my finger I 
raped the hard nub of her cherry clit with my thumb.  
Patty dug her finger nails in to my back as she cried 
out with the sudden release of her first virgin orgasm. 

There was a look of fear in Patty's young eyes as I 
kissed her down to her waist again. My tongue laved 
around the nub of her childhood clit. Patty's breathing 
became heavier until I flicked my tongue over her cherry 
clit. Patty nearly screamed then another series of 
orgasms almost made her pass out. 

 Tears from her orgasms trickled down her face; Patty 
pleaded: "Be gentle, Dave. I–I'm scared."

I moved back to her face and mouth kissing her down from 
her nice small breasts and stomach then to her hips and 
thighs. Patty sighed with the erotic feeling of her body 
being kissed all over by a man for the first time. I 
kissed her long and passionately over her hips and 
thighs, teasing her throbbing pussy, the downy thatch of 
tawny hair glistened with her virgin juices.

"Oh Dave, yes..." she moaned with the pleasure she was 
feeling now.

I kissed her all over, down her thighs again teasing her 
as I kissed and licked at her throbbing young pussy. 
Patty moved her hips squealing in response to my kissing 
her around her pussy, with the erotic feelings as she 
let me have my way with her.

The aching sensation of my hard cock was too much to 
bare anymore, I straightened up to loosened my pants 
shoving them and the briefs down from my hips, my raging 
hard cock jutting out at her. The feel of her nylon clad 
legs and the feel of the velvet and silk dress added an 
erotic tone to what I wanted now from her. 

Gazing at her, watching her reaction, that of a 
frightened child, Patty staring up at me, tears 
trickling down her cheeks I eased my cock forward until 
it touched her childhood; Patty winched as my male-hood 
touched the wetness of her childhood for the first time. 
As casually as I could, struggling against my lust and 
desire to take her virgin childhood, I rubbed my aching 
cock against her pussy rubbing it against her pulsing 
girlhood clit; Patty's face was red with her arousal and 
excitement, her breaths came in short ragged gasps until 
she thrust her hips in wild movements then with a long 
ragged cry she came again.

Patty's little pussy was now nice and wet with her 
juices as I shifted my hips again, my aching cock 
pressing against her virgin love hole, I thrust forward 
penetrating her nice tight wet pussy; her childhood was 
tight as I forced myself in to her. Patty cried out 
arching her hips as I thrust in to her.  

I moaned with the tightness of her childhood as I forced 
my engorged cock in to her for the first time. My cock 
stopped at the feel of resistance; Patty's virgin 
childhood, her maidenhood that had kept her virgin until 
now as I moved slightly back stopping holding it just 
short of pulling out of her.

"It hurts, Dave," she cried rolling her head back and 
forth.

"Yes, it'll hurt just for a moment, sweetheart," I told 
her. "Just relax and enjoy this moment."

Easing back and forth letting her get used to the feel 
of her first male penetration I thrust forward breaching 
her maidenhood. Patty cried out with the first pain and 
loss of her childhood.

"Oh, Dave... Aghhhh! Oh, it – it hurts!"

I groaned: "Oh yeah... geezuz, girl, you're sooo good!" 
The tightness of Patty's childhood was nice and tight 
around my swelled cock; her childhood fit like a lamb 
skin glove about my cock. I began thrusting in and out 
of her, fucking my little sister for the first time. I 
breathed to her: "My little Miss Nice and Tight... 
You'll come whenever I call."

My creamy thick male juices erupted in to my little 
sister's nice tight pussy, I groaned with the pain of my 
cum flowing in to her in a long steady rope filling her 
to the brink. Patty, I know knew what I'd done as she 
cried: "Ooooo, Dave! Dave!"

I don't think she ever understood the phrase 'Little 
Miss Nice and Tight..." but she nodded her head as I 
continued fucking her, I was still hard as steel as I 
continued fucking her; she finally came a third time 
softly moaning with the feeling of her childhood juices 
surging from her in a warm steady stream again soothing 
the first pains of her deflowering. 

Patty peered up at me as her breathing returned to 
normal. "Dave, what – what now?"

With drawing from her as my cock shrunk back, I said: 
"Well, sis I'll tell ya what... we can still make like 
lovers and take a shower together."

However, we had not finished our love making too soon. 
The phone rang. We looked at each other then on the 
second ring I reached across her to grab the phone up. I 
announced myself using my best Army protocol only to get 
Mom's miffed voice back: "This isn't the Army ... so how 
are you and your sister doing?"

I gave Mom a thirty second run down on our day and that 
I treated Patty to dinner and we were still trying to 
decide if we wanted to watch television. Mom was 
satisfied. In the meantime Patty shed her dress. I was 
quickly getting a third hard-on as I watched her step 
out of the dress. She stood before me wearing only the 
stockings, garter belt and shoes. Our cum was mixed 
together with the blood of her torn virginity dripping 
down her legs. 

Mom finally hung up and not too soon.

Patty, scared now asked through the tears of her first 
time: "Dave what do I do?"

Sitting up I said: "Come on, sis, let's take a shower 
then we'll take care of the bedding."

We first pulled the bedding off the bed and stuffed it 
in to the washer to wash it, while that was being done 
we showered. Patty was finally all giggles and laughter 
as we showered and I soaped her down and she soaped me, 
and we felt each other up until both of us were near 
orgasms. My cock was once more hard and thick as a steel 
spike. Stepping out of the shower I grabbed two towels 
then as Patty stepped out I scooped her up in my arms. 
Patty squealed with delight as I kissed her, she wrapped 
her arms about my neck as I carried her back to the 
bedroom. 

Laying her down across the bed I began to slowly wipe 
the moisture from her. She picked up the other towel to 
vigorously dry me.

"Slowly, honey, slowly," I told her as I drew the towel 
down across her breasts.

Patty was becoming turned on by the slow methodical 
toweling of her body. She slowly toweled me down drawing 
the towel down to my hard aching cock. She took my hard 
male-hood in her small delicate hand sliding her hand 
back and forth not realizing that she was jacking me 
off. Finally after an agonizing couple minutes of this 
Patty spread her legs and I lowered myself on to her 
sliding my cock in to the warm moistness of her young 
deflowered pussy. 

"Yes, Dave, yes I want it again... darling take me, I'm 
yours..."

Taking her was so easy to do. Sometime after that she 
got her baby doll nightie to slip on. If I wasn't so 
exhausted I'd have made love to her again. It wasn't 
until the next morning that I awoke at my usual time of 
four o'clock: Patty was sound asleep in my arms; her 
head still nestled against my shoulder. I very carefully 
slipped my arm out from under her sitting up I found my 
slacks, shirt and boots and went upstairs to start the 
pot of coffee, find the pack of cigarettes and step 
outside to see what the day held in store for me.

I was perhaps on my third cup of coffee when the side 
door opened: "Dave?"

It was Patty.

"Out here, Sis," I called back.

I was lying on the chase lounge watching the eastern 
horizon as it lightened. In the pale light of pre-dawn I 
could see she was still in her baby doll nightie with a 
robe on that fell open as she crossed the lawn to me. 
Patty crossed the lawn to the chase lounge to lie down 
beside me. Moving over to make room for her I said: 
"This is the earliest you've gotten up in the summer."
	
"Oh, how do you know?" She asked laying her head on my 
shoulder.

"Mom." I allowed a slight chuckle. "You usually sleep in 
'til nine."

"Oh."

I turned to pull her closer to me to kiss her, slipping 
my free hand down to gently fondle and caress her 
breasts. She softly moaned and made sounds like a 
contended cat. Then I had a thought. Something Elaine 
and I did a couple times one summer when we were in high 
school. I said: "Want to do something daring?"

Patty asked: "What's that?"

"Go for a swim now before sun up?"

"But I don't have my swim suit on."

"You're okay." I sat up pulling her up with me. "Come on 
before the sun comes up."

Patty protested as I dragged her to the truck. She 
finally relented as I opened the door and boosted her 
in.

As I drove down the road toward Uncle Martin's old 
grazing field, Patty asked: "Did you ever do this with 
the cousins?"

I couldn't help but allow a broad smile. "A few times."

I wasn't sure if that reassured her or gave her pause to 
reconsider my idea.

Shortly we arrived at the old swimming hole. I turned 
the lights off as I eased the truck in to the field and 
slowly pulled up to the grassy area.

Patty said with an edge of concern: "Now what?"

I got out, pulled the blankets and towels from the back 
quickly spreading them out on the grass. Patty got out 
standing on the blanket. I stepped over to her lifting 
the robe from her shoulders letting it slid to the 
ground. She had on her favorite baby doll nightie, white 
with floral pattern that just covered her at the hips 
and the little white bikini panty. I lifted the nightie 
over her head; Patty looked momentarily shocked as I 
lifted the baby doll top from her dropping it to the 
ground with the robe. I savored the sight of her teen 
age body, the gentle form of her breasts and the slender 
shape of her waist and hips. She was left with only her 
little white panty on.

"Dave! Out here? What if...?" she squealed ready to jump 
back in to the truck.

I grabbed her pulling her to me. "There is no one out 
here this time of morning. Just us."

I kissed her, Patty hugging me and hanging on attempting 
to hide herself in me.

"Mom would shoot me if she saw me doing anything like 
this," she said in to my open mouth as I slid my tongue 
around her lips.

I laughed lightly at her protest. "She'd and our aunts 
would have to shoot the whole bunch of us when we were 
that age if they ever knew what we did down here during 
the summer."

Patty looked up at me in the pale pre-dawn light. "Ooo, 
orgy?"

"Not saying."

I slid my hands down to her waist and grasped the waist 
band of her panty to push it down from her hips and down 
her legs to the ground.
	
"Oooo," she laughed watching me with delight as the 
panty slid to the ground: "secret. Alright."

I carried her to the water setting her down the water 
was above her hips. My cock was hard and thick as it was 
the night before. Within moments I had her in a position 
to thrust it into her nice and tight little pussy; Patty 
squealed with delight as I thrust in to her; her 
childhood torn and lost now; she could no longer say she 
was virgin. I thrust in and out with measured movements 
of my hips Patty moaned with the delight and ecstasy of 
her first time.

"Yes, Dave... darling I'm yours!"

"God you so good, sweet heart... So good."

Patty was sore from the love making but we had fun and 
enjoyed ourselves those days Mom and Dad were gone. Mom 
called, and a few times we were in no position to answer 
the phone just then. But a week later the fun was over 
and I was off to Fort Hood leaving a tear filled girl 
behind – but only for a while.

Two years passed before I was home again. However, I 
took a plane from Killeen to Dallas to home on a Friday, 
Mom and Dad, and Patty picked me up from the airport. 
Patty was dressed in a mini-dress but still conservative 
by Mom's standards: a short sleeve pink and white satin 
and lace dress, the hem about six inches above her knees 
with white stockings and white strappy high heels. Over 
the dress she wore a white linen jacket. However, the 
dress and Patty put my thoughts on a different course 
that afternoon.  Needless to say I was sporting a hard-
on almost from the arrival gate to the car.  Patty sat 
close to me in the car, her hand discreetly resting on 
my hard cock, somehow Mom and Dad never noticed: I 
damned near lost my load as she rubbed my hard-on. 

She whispered in to my ear: "Mine."

After a moment, despite Mom and Dad talking I was able 
to slip my hand up under Patty's dress to her nice wet 
pussy.  She wasn't wearing any panty just panty hose – 
nor, I realized a bra. How she was able to get away with 
it, I don't know.

As Dad drove back home, stopping at a restaurant for a 
big meal, all the while Mom bringing me up to date on 
all the local happenings, Patty hung close to me the 
whole time; she finally got her chance. She whispered in 
my ear:

"Tonight."

That evening Dad and I went bar hopping and seeing old 
friends, having a few beers with them or whatever they 
were drinking and pushing. We arrived home toward 
midnight. Dad and I had one last one in the kitchen. 
Patty was awake waiting for us to return. She slipped 
down to the kitchen to see what I was doing. Out of the 
corner of my vision I saw her standing in the living 
room door watching us. She wore an linen robe. I could 
see by her expression she was anxiously waiting for me – 
waiting for Dad to finish his glass of scotch and go to 
bed leaving us alone. 	

Patty was back to being little sister – a pain in the 
neck but I loved her as much as if she were a 
girlfriend, and considering I'd popped her cherry and we 
fucked most of that weekend, I suppose I could put up 
with her antics again.  

Dad setting the glass aside finally muttered: 
"Gunite..." and staggered off to bed.

I stood beside the kitchen counter watching as Patty 
seemed to glide in to the kitchen.

Setting the drink aside I took her in my arms. She said 
in a soft sultry tone: "Our turn."

I knew the only place I could take her was down to the 
downstairs bedroom.  We kissed for a moment our tongues 
playing lovers' tag as I slipped my hands inside the 
robe to feel that she was only wearing a panty and thin 
baby doll.  Patty still felt good as I felt her up she 
cooed in my ear as I slid a hand down to her waist and 
then her nice wet pussy; she already wet her panty with 
her girlhood juices. 

"Take me now, Dave," Patty hissed. "I want to feel you 
inside me again... it's been too long."

Just to keep her on the edge I felt her up rubbing my 
hand over her butt and the other, holding her close I 
fondled her breast and nice hard erect nipple. She 
moaned with the ecstasy of being felt-up, she stood on 
her toes to rub her pulsing young pussy against my hard 
male hood.

Sensing she was ready and willing I scooped her up in my 
arms to take her downstairs to the spare room. I stepped 
into the darkened room, shoved the door closed with my 
elbow then crossed the room to the bed where I lowered 
her to the blanket. The robe fell open the little flower 
pattern baby doll had slipped up to her waist showing 
the little white bikini panty. I pulled my shirt off 
tossing it aside then quickly grasped the waist band of 
the panty to pull it down from her hips over her slender 
shapely legs tossing it aside; her nice young girl pussy 
was now mine once more to claim and take. 

Patty gazed up at me with the innocence of the young 
girl she was as I loosened my pants slipping my engorged 
cock out then lowered myself on to my little sister's 
subtle young body thrusting my cock in to her warm wet 
childhood sex: Patty winched as I forcibly took her in 
the pre-dawn. She drew in a sharp breath as I filled 
her; it had been two years since I took her cherry I 
moaned with the tightness of her young pussy. 

"God you're so nice and tight," I told her between deep 
breaths as I thrust deep in to her tightness. 

"You're the only one to have me," she gasped as I thrust 
in to her. "I – I'm yours, Dave. No one else will ever 
have me."

Patty moaned sharply as I drew back, the satin 
smoothness of her pussy gripping my engorged cock. 
Suddenly an orgasm shook her young body, her girlhood 
juices surged then before I knew it we both cam 
together. 

"Oh, yessss darling – yes. I am yours forever," she said 
softly as I fucked her to another orgasm.  

Finally graduation from high school and then college. 
	
I had been at Fort Hood now for another year. I missed 
her graduation being in the field when that happened. 
However, I did not expect the next situation. I knew the 
girl had a mind of her own and did what she darn well 
wanted. I was in the motor pool office going over the 
log books for my platoon when the phone rang. The PLL 
(Parts List Lading) clerk answered it, looked up at me 
then said: "'Minute, ma 'am." And handed me the phone: 
"Some gal wants to speak to you, Sergeant."

My first thought was a girl in the ADP section I knew 
from a long time ago wanted to talk – probably sweet 
nothings on duty. I took the phone: "Sergeant Patrick, 
ma'am." 

"Dave, Patty, I'm at the Killeen Airport..."

That was better than getting drenched on the battalion 
wash rack. "Huh?" I checked the time. Close to the 
evening formation. 

"Hold on, I'll be there at seventeen-thirty," I told her 
not revealing the relationship. 

"Seventeen...?"

"Five thirty."

Nobody gave it a second thought.

I got to the airport which compared to Robert Gray 
Airfield was little better than a postage stamp. As I 
walked in to the arrivals section I was greeted by: 
"Daaaaa–ve!" Patty rushed to me from where she was 
sitting to throw herself on to me with a big kiss. "Oh 
god! I've wanted this for years."

We hung on to each other just hugging as she cried.

Patty somehow worked it to get accepted out of state to 
one of the area colleges and to move in with me off 
post. For whatever reason no one gave it a thought that 
Patty was really my sister; no one ever asked about the 
relationship.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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