I never paid too
much attention to
what she looked like
-- heck, she was my
sister, right? But
some of the older
guys in school asked
me about her a few
times, so I tried to
figure out what they
saw in her. She
doesn't look too
bad, for a sister, I
mean. She dresses
OK, and she's not
real thin or real
fat -- although
she's always saying
she could stand to
lose a few pounds.
And a couple of the
guys who asked about
her said they really
like her hair --
it's long, almost to
her waist. And she
smiles a lot.
So, anyway, like I
was saying, it was
Elizabeth and me
alone in the house,
watching TV. Most of
the other kids were
out doing one thing
or another, and Mom
and Dad and Nicholas
were over at one of
our relatives.
Elizabeth and me
would have had to go
to, but we'd been
out that morning --
me working on a
school project with
some of my buddies,
Elizabeth doing
something with her
friends. So we
lucked out and
Nicholas got stuck
going alone.
So we're watching
TV, right? And we
couldn't agree on
what to watch, so we
flipped a coin to
see who could pick
first. I lost, and
Elizabeth picked
this old movIe. I
said that wasn't
fair because the
thing was gonna be
on for like two
hours, and by then
somebody else might
have come home, or
even Mom and Dad,
and I wouldn't get
my chance. But she
just giggled and
said she'd won fair
and square. Which
was true, so I gave
up. I could've just
gone to my room or
something, but the
movie didn't look
too bad when it
started -- some guy
walked into a dark
alley and got blown
away in the first
five minutes -- so I
watched with her.
It turned out that
nobody else got
killed in the whole
movie, or even
beaten up. And the
cop investigating
the murder fell in
love with this woman
he talked to, the
victim's sister. So
I was starting to
lose interest.
But then the cop and
the woman are about
to say good night,
and he kissed her. I
mean, he kissed her
good. I leaned
forward and I might
have even scooted
forward on the couch
a little. It used to
be, just a couple of
years ago, I would
have thought that
stuff was junk. But
I'll admit I'm
interested in some
of the girls at
school. Only I
wasn't sure what to
do. I'd never kissed
a girl -- not a real
one, anyway, just
Mom and aunts and
stuff.
So I'm watching real
careful to see just
what the cop does --
like, does he open
his mouth? And do
you aim right for
the center of her
mouth, or off to the
side, or what?
I must have been
really into it,
because when I felt
a touch on my
shoulder I jumped up
and almost fell onto
the coffee table.
And Elizabeth
started laughing so
hard I thought she'd
pee in her pants.
Anyway, once I
calmed down and she
stopped laughing,
she started teasing
me about paying so
much attention to
the kissing. And I
guess I blushed.
"Tommy! Don't tell
me you've never
kissed a girl."
I just hung my head
down. I was ashamed
to look at her.
I guess she must
have seen how I
felt, because the
teasing left her
voice. "No, really?"
she goes. "Oh,
Tommy, I'm sorry I
made fun of you. I
just thought --
really?"
I told her I'd
thought about it
some times, but I
just didn't know how
to do it -- you know
what I mean. She
giggled, and I must
have blushed again.
I was feeling pretty
dumb.
Then she apologized
again, and she put
her arm around me.
"Look," she said,
"if you really want
to know how to kiss,
how about if --
well, if you
practiced on me? I
promise I won't tell
anyone."
I wasn't sure, but
then I thought about
how it would
probably be easier
to get over having
done something dumb
with Elizabeth than
with some girl from
school. Heck, I'd
done lots of dumb
stuff that she knew
about. What more
could this hurt?
So I asked her what
I was supposed to
do.
She smiled. She's
got cute dimples
when she does that.
"Well, uh, I guess
you should put your
arms around me," she
said, so I did.
Elizabeth felt
softer than most of
my aunts.
Now just kiss me,"
she said. "You know
how. C'mon, you've
kissed Mom."
So I put my lips out
a little and aimed
for her cheek, but
she turned her head
at the last second
so I landed on her
mouth. I pecked at
it and sat back.
She closed her eyes
and smiled. I had a
feeling she was
laughing inside.
"You said you
wouldn't make fun of
me," I said. I was a
little angry.
"It's just," she
started to say, and
then she stopped for
a second. "You're
right, I said I
wouldn't. Look,
maybe I should give
you a few tips
first. I'm no expert
or anything, but try
this. Don't close
your lips so tight.
Leave a little
opening. Go in slow.
And, for heaven's
sake, don't jump
away like you got an
electric shock. Take
your time!"
We tried again, and
I did like she said.
It was better, I
could tell. Her lips
pressed right
against mine and we
hugged each other
and it felt pretty
good.
Elizabeth said it
was better, too. She
had me practice a
little more until
she was sure I had
it right, then she
said I was ready for
any girl in the
school.
That's when I
started to ask a
question, but I
stopped. It was
something I'd heard
the other guys
talking about, but
it sounded kind of
silly to me. But
Elizabeth made me go
ahead anyway.
So I asked her,
wasn't there
something you were
supposed to do with
your tongue?
I figured she'd
start laughing at
how dumb I was, but
she didn't. She just
smiled and raised
her eyebrows. "Who
told you about
that?" she wanted to
know. Just some
guys, I said.
Well, she said, it
was true. So we
hugged again, and
she told me to kiss
her like before and
let her show me.
This time when we
pressed our lips
together, she
slipped her tongue
between my lips and
right into my mouth!
For a second I
thought it was
gross, but I had to
admit it did feel
good. And then she
said we should try
again, and this time
I should push my
tongue against hers,
too. So we did that.
I didn't realize it,
but while we were
kissing I had gotten
a hard-on. If I'd
known it I would've
stopped right away,
because I'd always
been really
embarrassed about
that kind of stuff;
I really hated it
when Dad sat me down
for the birds-
and-bees talk. But I
was concentrating on
kissing, so I didn't
know. And Elizabeth
and I kissed a few
more times, slipping
our tongues into
each other's mouths.
I guess we were
holding each other
pretty tight, too. I
remember I could
feel the strap of
her bra through the
back of her blouse.
And on the third or
fourth kiss, instead
of just backing away
we kind of slid our
faces sideways, and
I was kissing her
neck while she was
kissing mine. It
felt really good.
When we sat back
after that,
Elizabeth's face was
a little red, and
she seemed to be
breathing funny. I
felt a little odd
myself, kind of hot
inside.
And then she looked
down at my lap and
her mouth fell open.
I was wearing a pair
of gray sweatpants,
and there was a big,
dark stain right in
the middle of my
crotch, right where
there was a big
bulge from my cock.
Boy, was I
embarrassed.
Elizabeth said she
thought we'd better
stop there, that I'd
had enough practice,
and I agreed.
That night, I had a
dream about her. I
don't remember
exactly what
happened, but when I
woke up I'd cum in
my shorts.
The next day was
Sunday, and with one
thing and another it
was impossible to
get Elizabeth alone,
but I thought about
her all day.
Finally, after
dinner, I was able
to pull her aside
and suggest we slip
out the back door
for a little while.
I asked her if we
could practice
kissing again. I was
afraid she'd still
be upset about my
having a hard-on the
last time, but it
turned out she'd
been trying to find
a way to ask me the
same question. We
figured we couldn't
stay out there in
the dark too long
before someone
noticed we were
missing, but we did
kiss and hug a
little.
After that, we
always were on the
lookout for a chance
to sneak a kiss.
Like I said, in a
family with eight
kids there aren't a
lot of chances to be
alone, so we didn't
get together nearly
as often as I
wanted.
But each time we
could, we'd sneak
away, just the two
of us. I remember
one time, we were
kissing and I had my
hands around
Elizabeth's waist,
and then I started
rubbing her back. I
wasn't planning
anything, really I
wasn't. But as my
hands kept rubbing I
slid along her side
and touched her
breast. Well, I
touched her bra --
and that through her
blouse. But she
didn't jerk away or
anything, she just
kept kissing.
After that I always
tried to cop a feel
whenever I could,
even when we
couldn't get away --
I'd just slip my
hand around her when
we were doing the
dishes, or
something, and no
one else was
watching.
That went on for a
couple of weeks, and
then we were kissing
and I was stroking
her through her
blouse and Elizabeth
asked if I didn't
want to get closer.
She pulled her
blouse out of her
jeans and I put my
hand underneath. Her
skin was really
smooth and soft, and
warm, too. I
remember running my
fingertips over her
side and touching
her bra cup. It was
stiff and scratchy,
and I didn't think
she could feel
anything under it.
But when I put my
hand on it she
moaned a little and
stuck her tongue way
inside my mouth.
It was tough, with
as little time as we
had, to do much
more. I let her put
her hands inside my
shirt, and she even
stuck them down the
back of my jeans
once or twice and
cupped my butt,
which felt kinda
weird.
The fact is, by that
time I wasn't
thinking about other
girls, just being
with my sister. That
may not sound right,
but I don't think
either one of us
thought we were
doing anything
wrong. I mean, we
were just kissing,
after all. And with
so little time we
couldn't even think
about anything else.
Finally, after like
a month or two, we
got another chance
to be alone for more
than a few minutes.
It was a Saturday
night, and we'd
finished all our
homework, so Mom and
Dad let us stay up
late watching TV --
after everyone else
had gone to bed.
We were sitting next
to each other on the
couch, and Elizabeth
put her arm around
me and pulled me in
close and we started
kissing. We were
really going at it
hot and heavy, I
guess. I pulled her
blouse out of her
pants and she rolled
my T-shirt up to my
armpits. I could
feel my cock
pressing hard
against my jeans,
but I was used to
that by now.
I don't even know
what the movie was
about. We didn't pay
any attention.
Mostly because we
were kissing, of
course, and then we
were keeping one eye
on the stairs to
make sure no one
woke up and found us
down there.
But then we started
licking each other's
neck and stuff, and
Elizabeth leaned
back until she was
on her back and I
was on top of her.
With her on her back
like that, her bra
was loose and
without really
knowing it I slipped
my hand inside and
got my first feel of
a real live breast!
This will sound
dumb, but it wasn't
as hard as I thought
it would be. I guess
I didn't realize
that it was the bra
that was so stiff,
not what was
underneath. I mean,
I knew there weren't
any bones or
anything there, but
I just never thought
it would feel so
good.
When I felt the
little button at the
tip of my sister's
breast, it all kind
of hit me at once,
what I was doing,
and I pulled my hand
out of there fast.
But Elizabeth
grabbed hold of my
arm before I could
pull it out from
underneath her
blouse.
"You can do that,"
she told me, and I
didn't need to be
asked twice. So we
kept on kissing, and
I was fondling my
sister's tits. I
guess it's no
surprise that my
cock was as hard as
a flagpole,
especially since I
was right on top of
her. By that time
she'd swung her legs
up onto the couch
and I was right in
between them,
holding myself off
of her with one hand
while the other was
busy.
Well, with my cock
so hard, and me so
lost in what we were
doing, I just
automatically
started rubbing it
against her. I mean,
who wouldn't, right?
So Elizabeth, she
says, "Hey, what are
you doing?" And I
asked her what she
meant, and she said
down there. And I
got all embarrassed
again, but she said
it was all right.
Then she asked me if
it didn't hurt, my
jeans being so
tight, and I said
yeah, it did.
"Well, why don't you
slide them down,
then?" she said.
I said I didn't know
if I should. She
said I could do what
I wanted, but she
was gonna slide her
pants down because
she wanted to rub
herself too.
I didn't know girls
did that. I don't
think any of the
guys in school knew,
either, because none
of them ever
mentioned it. But
Elizabeth said she
sometimes played
with herself after
we got through
kissing because I'd
gotten her so hot.
Well, I told her
about having dreams
about her, and how
I'd done myself too.
She said she thought
that made her feel
really sexy, and I
told her I was
getting pretty hot
thinking about how
I'd made her feel,
too. So we both
undid our pants and
slipped them down
around our ankles.
Elizabeth had on a
pair of shiny pink
panties, really
smooth. I was glad I
just had on my white
boxers, not any of
the ones Mom had got
me last Christmas,
the ones with the
polka dots or the
race cars. We both
laughed when we saw
the matching stains
on the fronts of her
panties and my
shorts.
Anyway, she spread
her legs apart a
little and I got on
top of her again,
and I started
rubbing against her.
We started kissing
again and stuff,
too.
I guess just rubbing
isn't enough for
girls, because
Elizabeth put her
hand down there and
stuck it inside her
panties. I would've
put my hand on my
dick, too, but I
didn't have one
free, 'cause I was
feeling her up
again.
Since I couldn't
touch my cock, I
wasn't getting much
satisfaction out of
it, so I started
rubbing harder. Next
thing you know, I'm
rubbing so hard that
the head of my dick
pokes right out the
top of my shorts.
I was hoping
Elizabeth wouldn't
notice, and for a
while she didn't.
She stopped kissing
me and put her head
to the side and just
groaned softly and
then all of a sudden
she jerked back and
forth a few times.
I asked her if she
was all right and
she giggled.
"I came," she told
me. "That's what a
girl's orgasm is
like. And that was a
good one, too. How
about you?"
Before I could say
anything, she
started to pull her
hand out of her
panties and it
brushed against the
tip of my dick. I
said I was sorry.
"For what?" she
said. And then she
put her hand right
on my cock!
I thought I was
gonna blow right
then and there, it
felt so good. Her
fingers were real
soft and kinda
slippery -- from
fingering herself, I
guess. I'd never
felt anything like
that before; it was
way better than when
I jacked myself off.
But I was nervous,
and I asked her if
it was all right, us
doing that, being
brother and sister.
She asked me if I
didn't like it. Of
course, I had to say
I did. Then she said
that it wasn't much
different than just
kissing, since we
were just touching
-- and hadn't I
touched her breasts?
Well, sure, I had,
and that made sense
to me. Besides, it
felt too good with
her hand rubbing
along my shaft for
me to ask her to
stop.
So she slid it up
and down, slowly.
When her fingers
brushed over the
sides of the helmet,
I thought I would
die. But after she'd
rubbed a little
longer it just felt
right and pretty
soon I felt
something happening.
I tried to warn her,
but the cum just
shot right out of me
and splattered over
her hand and onto
her stomach.
We kissed a little
more and then I got
up and got my
clothes back and got
her a towel from the
kitchen to wipe
herself off. By then
the movie was over
and we figured we'd
better go up to bed.
The next day we were
eating breakfast
with the rest of the
family when Nicholas
almost got us in big
trouble. It turned
out that while
Elizabeth and me
were really going at
it, he'd gotten up
and started to come
downstairs to raid
the fridge, and he
saw me on top of
her.
When he started to
tell Mom and Dad
that he'd seen us on
the couch, I was
freaking. I snuck a
peek at Elizabeth,
and her face was
white. What were we
going to say?
Luckily for us, it
turned out Nicholas
didn't understand
what he saw. He said
we were fighting.
Elizabeth cut him
off real quick and
said we were just
having a pillow
fight, and Mom told
Nicholas not to be a
snitch. Was I
relieved!
That evening,
Elizabeth and me
were careful to stay
away from each
other, but she did
manage to slip me a
note. It said that
we should probably
play it cool for a
few days. I winked
at her to show I
agreed.
The next few days
were awful, not
being able to hold
her or kiss her or
anything. I spent my
nights jacking off
in my bed, thinking
about her.
When we finally did
manage to be alone,
it was just for a
few seconds, enough
for a quick kiss; we
didn't even have
time to talk. But as
we split up again,
Elizabeth whispered
to me. "Write me a
note," she said.
So I did. I wrote
down how I thought
about her all the
time, and how I had
dreams about her,
and how I missed our
kissing. I slipped
it to her when we
were all having
dinner.
The next day, she
gave me a note back.
It said she thought
about me, too. That
made me feel really
terrific. And she
said she couldn't
wait until we could
be together again,
which went double
for me.
But for the next
couple of weeks, we
didn't get in a
single kiss. We both
agreed that after
the Nicholas thing
we should play it
cool, at least as
far as any
late-night stuff.
And we didn't want
anyone to notice us
going off by
ourselves all the
time.
As it turned out,
though, that didn't
mean we couldn't do
anything.
It started one night
at dinner. This time
Elizabeth and me
were sitting next to
each other. I was
really in agony,
having her so close
that I could smell
the flowery soap she
used but not being
able to touch her or
anything. She had a
white cotton blouse
on and she'd left
the top two buttons
open, so when she
bent over a little I
could see her
breasts hiding in
her bra. I wanted to
just yank open that
blouse and grab hold
of them.
With all that going
on in my head, it's
no wonder my cock
was getting stiff. I
didn't think anyone
would notice, with
it under the table,
but I think
Elizabeth may have
guessed.
Anyway, I was taking
a bite of spaghetti
when I felt
something on my
crotch. I looked
down right away and
saw Elizabeth's hand
under the
tablecloth. I felt
her undoing my
zipper.
I looked around the
table, and no one
else seemed to
noticing anything
going on. It was
tough to keep a
straight face while
my sister slid her
hand into my pants
and pulled my hard
shaft out and
starting jacking me
off. My dad asked me
to pass the butter
and it took two or
three tries before
he got my attention.
Elizabeth just
giggled and kept on.
When I felt myself
about to cum I put
my hand down there
and pushed her away.
No way was I gonna
cum with my cock
waving in the air
like that, and get
it all over my
pants. As it was, I
just got it stuffed
back into my shorts
when I exploded, and
I had to wolf down
the rest of my food
and skip dessert so
I could go clean
myself up.
After that, I wrote
Elizabeth a note
telling her it
wasn't fair that she
could jack me off in
front of everybody
and I couldn't get a
hand on her breasts
unless we were
alone. She sent a
note right back.
"You'll think of
something," it said.
It was later that
week that I finally
figured out what she
meant. In the
meantime, she sent
me another note
saying she missed
our sessions so much
that she'd gotten a
vibrator to help
herself out. I
didn't know what
that was at first,
but when I sent a
note back she drew
me a picture. She
said one of the
girls at school
ordered a bunch from
some catalog.
Elizabeth wrote that
she kept hers in her
locker at school,
and when she did
herself in the
bathroom she would
think about me. God,
that made me get a
hard-on just
thinking about it. I
told her so, and she
wrote back that
she'd prefer me to
the vibrator any
time. If found out
what she meant that
night.
A bunch of us were
watching TV, with me
and Elizabeth and
Nicholas all sitting
together on the
couch. She had on a
sweatsuit, which
made her look kind
of lumpy -- but I
still remembered
what was underneath.
Anyway, she said she
was cold and grabbed
a blanket and threw
it over her lap --
and then she asked
if I wasn't a little
chilled, too. I was
too dumb to figure
it out then, but
luckily Nicholas,
who was sitting on
the other side of
me, said he was --
so Elizabeth spread
the blanket over all
our laps.
In a little while
she reached
underneath the
blanket and grabbed
my hand and guided
it over to her lap.
When she tucked my
hand under the
waistband of her
sweatpants I got the
idea.
My fingers brushed
over a patch of
hair, which I
figured was like the
one above my cock.
And then I felt some
folds of skin. They
were already a
little wet. I didn't
know where I was
going, but Elizabeth
guided me a little
and pretty soon I
had worked a couple
of fingers into her
hole and they got
really slick from
her juices. I wasn't
sure what to do
then, but I started
pushing my fingers
in and out and I
could hear
Elizabeth's
breathing getting
shallow so I figured
I was on the right
track. Once I
started rubbing
faster but Nicholas
looked over when he
felt the blanket
shaking, so I had to
slow down. It took
awhile, but
eventually Elizabeth
kind of jerked a few
times and then she
pulled my hand away,
letting me wipe it
on the inside of her
sweatpants first.
So even though we
couldn't get away by
ourselves, my sister
and I did get a few
chances to do each
other -- when we
were with the rest
of the family! It
was so hot.
Once we did get
together for a few
minutes when I ran
into her at night in
the hallway as we
were both going to
the bathroom. We
figured that it was
so late no one else
would notice, so we
snuck into the
toilet together. The
door was hardly
closed before
Elizabeth was all
over me, pulling my
cock out of my
pajamas and planting
her lips right on
mine. And I was
giving it back, too.
I put my hand down
her panties and
stuck my tongue in
her mouth. It felt
so good to be with
her again, without
having to hide what
we were doing. I was
so hot for her I
came right away,
although I kept
diddling her for a
few minutes before
she could cum.
I told her how much
I missed her, and
Elizabeth said she
felt exactly the
same. Then she asked
me if I really meant
what I wrote in my
notes, that I
thought about her
all the time,
especially when I
was jacking off.
Sure, I said, all
the time.
Did I ever think
about her being ...
naked?
Yeah! Boy, did I. I
told her I had been
wondering what she
looked like,
especially ever
since that night she
put my hand inside
her pants. Elizabeth
smiled and said
would I like to find
out for real? I
thought she was
gonna strip right
then, but she said
we should go back to
our rooms before
anyone noticed. But
if I really wanted
to see her naked,
she said, I should
just wait and see
what happened the
next night after
dinner. She wouldn't
tell me any more.
All that day in
school I was going
around with a
permanent hard-on,
thinking about
getting to see my
sister in the nude.
I figured she had a
great body, from
what I'd been able
to see of it and
what I'd felt. I was
a little worried
about her maybe
wanting to see me
nude too. I'm kind
of scrawny and I
figured she'd be
disappointed, and
maybe she wouldn't
want to make out
with me any more.
But I tried to stop
thinking about that
and just concentrate
on her.
After dinner I had
to finish up some
homework, and I
raced through it to
make sure I would be
downstairs as soon
as I could. I didn't
know what to expect,
but I didn't want to
risk missing out on
whatever it was.
There was no way
Elizabeth was gonna
show me any skin
with everybody else
around, unless maybe
she'd figured out
some way to do it
where no one but me
could see. But I
figured if she did
that I probably
wouldn't be able to
do much touching,
and that would be a
pain. I knew that
once I saw her naked
I'd want to kiss and
lick every inch of
her.
When I finally
finished my
homework, I took the
stairs two at a time
going down, but
nothing seemed to be
happening. Elizabeth
was just reading a
book, and Mom was
sorting through some
mail while Dad
balanced the
checkbook. My sister
gave me a wink when
I came down, but she
didn't say anything.
I flipped on the TV
and sat back to see
what would happen.
When Mom finished
with the mail, she
started to get up
but Elizabeth came
up and stopped her.
My sister said that
she'd had an offer
from one of her
teachers to babysit
their kids New
Year's Eve, which
was just a couple of
weeks away. Mom
cross-examined her
about who the
teacher was and how
old the kids were --
four-year-old twins
-- and how late
she'd be. Elizabeth
said she was
supposed to be over
there at six and
they weren't
expected back until
two or three in the
morning, so she
would sleep over.
Mom sounded
doubtful. Elizabeth
begged a little, and
even asked Dad what
he thought. He said
he didn't like the
idea of her being
alone with those
kids for so long on
New Year's, when who
knew what people
would be doing.
That's when
Elizabeth asked if
it would be OK if
she had someone else
with her. Mom said
it would be all
right as long as it
was some friend they
knew and could
trust. My sister
said she couldn't
ask any of her
friends because then
she'd have to split
the pay -- so how
about if I came
along?
I must have looked
really surprised,
because Dad laughed
and said it didn't
look like I was
interested. Of
course, the joke was
on him because I
knew now what
Elizabeth had
planned, and I was
absolutely
interested. I
figured I better not
show it too much,
though, or they
might get
suspicious. I hemmed
and hawed, but in
the end I let my Mom
talk me into doing
it.
The next two weeks
seemed to take
forever. I mean,
Christmas came
along, and usually
that was my favorite
day of the whole
year, but now it was
just another day
that I couldn't do
anything with
Elizabeth because
there were too many
people around. We
did kiss under the
mistletoe, but I
couldn't even stick
my tongue in her
mouth.
Finally New Year's
Eve arrived. The
other kids teased us
about missing the
big family
celebration -- which
was a real tease,
because all we ever
did was have cocoa
while we watched TV.
I was real careful
to hide how excited
I was, but it was
tough because my
cock felt harder and
bigger than ever and
every time I caught
a glimpse of
Elizabeth or heard
her voice my dick
jerked.
We got over to the
Maxwell's house --
that was the couple
we were babysitting
for -- about 6, just
before they left for
their party. They
told us there was
lots of food and pop
in the fridge, and
left the phone
number in case of
trouble. I didn't
pay much attention,
except when they
repeated that they
wouldn't be home
until 2, and more
likely 3. They
showed us where the
sheets and pillows
were to make up the
couch -- that was
where I was going to
sleep -- and finally
got out the door.
At 7 we held a New
Year's celebration
for the twins with
noisemakers and ice
cream, figuring that
would give them time
to wind down and
actually get to
sleep at 8, their
normal bedtime. It
worked. We waited
until 8:30, just to
make sure they were
really asleep. When
Elizabeth peeked in
their room, both the
girls were out,
snoring quietly.
While we had waited
for them to settle
down and drift off,
Elizabeth and me had
been kissing and
hugging on the
couch, so my cock
was in agony
pressing against my
jeans and my
hormones were at
their peak. I could
hardly wait for what
would come next.
Elizabeth told me to
wait in the guest
room, where she was
supposed to sleep,
while she got ready.
She cautioned me not
to take off anything
except my shoes and
socks, because she
didn't "want to miss
any of the show."
I jumped on the bed
to wait for her. She
was gone awhile. I
wondered if maybe
she was gonna change
into something sexy
like the women in
the magazines wear
-- you know, some
kind of sheer
nightgown or panties
with the crotch cut
out. I'd seen
Elizabeth around the
house in her pajamas
or nightgowns, but
those never showed
too much. Of course,
that didn't mean I
didn't like looking
at her in them,
anyway, but I did
think about what she
might look like in
something fancy.
But when she came
into the room she
was dressed just
like before -- a
loose-fitting pair
of jeans, a blue
blouse with long
sleeves and a white
sweater-vest.
Nothing fancy.
I guess I must have
showed my
disappointment,
because she laughed
and asked if I was
expecting maybe
Raquel Welch. I got
afraid she might
think I didn't like
her so I started to
tell her how pretty
she was, but she
told me it was all
right.
Then she crawled
onto the bed with me
and we started
kissing and stuff.
It was good, like
always, but I
couldn't stop
thinking about what
was ahead. I think
Elizabeth was
anxious, too,
because before too
long she got off the
bed.
We stood a few feet
apart, just kind of
looking at each
other for a minute.
Then Elizabeth
asked, was I sure I
wanted to do this. I
said yeah, was she?
I was worried again,
maybe she was having
second thoughts. But
she said she was
just making sure,
that she didn't want
to push me into
anything. Then she
looked down at my
crotch and said it
sure didn't look
like I was being
pushed in. She could
see my cock was
pushing out against
my jeans like a
balloon getting
ready to bust.
So she said, would I
go first. I said
that was no fair, I
already had my socks
off, so she kicked
off her shoes and
pointed at me. "Your
turn," she said.
I pulled off my
sweatshirt.
Elizabeth groaned
when she saw I still
had a T-shirt on
underneath, but she
went ahead anyway
and took off her
sweater. I said she
should take off her
blouse too, and she
gave in and did it.
She had on a plain
white bra, nothing
fancy, but I didn't
care. This was the
first time I'd
gotten a really good
look at the breasts
I'd had my hands on,
and they looked as
good as I'd thought.
Not real big, but
not too small
either. They kind of
bulged out of the
bra a little.
It was my turn
again, and I took
off my T-shirt. I
felt ashamed because
I had no hair on my
chest, so I crossed
my arms in front of
me. Besides, I
didn't know what
else to do with
them.
Elizabeth started to
unzip her jeans. I
said she should take
off her top first,
like I did, but she
wouldn't give in
this time.
She had on plain
white cotton
panties. I could see
a dark stain on the
front again. This
was my first look at
her full body, in
full light. She was
round all over --
not fat, I mean, but
good looking, no
bony knees or stuff.
I took off my jeans
then. When I undid
the zipper and
pulled them partway
down, my boner was
set free and stuck
the front of my
boxers out like a
tent.
Up till then we
really hadn't shown
each other anything
we hadn't already
seen. But something
was going to change
soon, and we both
knew it. We just
looked at each other
again for a minute
or so. Then
Elizabeth put her
hands behind her
back. When she
brought them forward
again, her bra came
loose and she tossed
it aside. Her
breasts sagged just
a little, but they
still stood out. And
now I could see her
nipples, and the
dark circles around
them. I licked my
lips, trying to
think of something
smart to say, but I
couldn't.
"So how do I look?"
That was Elizabeth.
She looked like she
didn't know what to
do with her hands,
either -- she
crossed them under
her breasts, then
put them on her
hips, then just hung
them at her sides.
"You're beautiful,"
I said, and I really
meant it. She was.
The most beautiful
thing I'd ever seen.
She took a few steps
toward me, and I
reached out a hand
and brushed it
against the side of
her breast. The next
thing you know, we
were hugging and
kissing. I couldn't
get over feeling my
sister's breasts
pressing into my
chest, just skin to
skin.
After a few minutes,
we both stepped
back. Neither one of
us said a word. I
could hear my heart
pounding away like a
drum, and I was
surprised Elizabeth
didn't say anything
about it, it seemed
so loud. Every time
I took a breath, I
held it for a long
time before I let it
out.
We were looking
right into each
other's eyes. I
don't think we even
blinked. Then there
was some kind of
signal between us. I
don't even know what
it was. But at the
same time we both
reached down and
pulled down the last
bits of cloth and
there we were:
completely naked.
My cock stood out
longer and stiffer
than I'd ever seen
it before. It was
pointing straight at
Elizabeth's mound,
where she had a
patch of
soft-looking hair. I
couldn't see much
more of her crotch,
just the top of the
folds, but I knew
what was down there.
I don't know about
Elizabeth, but I
hadn't really
thought much about
what would come
next. I mean, I'd
had dreams and
stuff, but mostly
just about seeing
her. I never really
believed I'd get to
do that, much less
anything else.
She got back onto
the bed, though, and
got on her back.
When she spread her
legs apart I could
see everything. I
just stared. I'd
never seen a woman's
hole before, but
just the sight of it
almost made me cum.
Elizabeth finally
asked me if I was
just going to look
or what. I snapped
out of it and
crawled onto the bed
next to her.
When we started
kissing, she rolled
over and wrapped her
legs around me and
my cock was pushed
right up against her
mound. I could feel
some juices from her
slit when it rubbed
against my balls.
I thought I was in
heaven. My hands
went all over my
sister's body. I
remember sliding my
hand up and down her
leg as it was
wrapped around my
waist; it was smooth
as silk.
She even pressed
down on my shoulders
and put my lips onto
her breasts. I got
the idea right away.
I kissed and licked
at the sides, going
from one to the
other, working my
way right up to the
nipples. They were
already hard, like
little gumdrops. I
even nipped at them,
and Elizabeth seemed
to like that.
When I moved back up
and kissed her
again, real slow,
she slid her hand
down and put her
fingers around my
cock. I shot almost
as soon as she
started rubbing.
This time, though,
instead of getting
up to wash it off
her stomach,
Elizabeth just
rubbed it in. She
even took some of it
on her finger and
put it into her
mouth and licked it
off.
I was so wiped out
by my orgasm that I
just lay back for a
minute. When I
looked over again,
Elizabeth was on her
back with both hands
on her crotch as she
fingered herself.
I felt dumb for
forgetting that she
had needs too. I
started to
apologize, but she
said to stop talking
and help her out, so
I did. I put my
fingers inside her
while I rolled over
and started licking
her breasts again.
They were saltier
than before; I guess
we were both getting
pretty sweaty by
then. Anyway, it
wasn't long before
Elizabeth started
bucking her hips up
in the air and
groaning, and
finally she put her
hands on mine to
make me stop
fingering her while
she just jerked and
shook.
I lay back again. I
was kind of hoping
she'd want to do it
again in a little
while, because my
cock was getting
harder again. I'd
never done it to
myself twice in one
night, so I wasn't
sure if I could, but
my dick sure felt
like it.
Well, after a minute
or two Elizabeth was
breathing more
normal, and she
turned on her side
facing me, propping
up her head with one
hand. She just
looked at me, not
saying anything. I
felt a little funny,
'cause I didn't
think I was much to
look at.
But then she started
talking. Her voice
was real low and
quiet. She told me
that she really
liked what we'd been
doing, and that I
made her feel real
good. I told her I
felt the same way. I
said it felt great
because she made me
all excited, she was
so pretty, and she
made me feel warm
inside, too.
What did I mean by
that, she wanted to
know. Well, I knew
what I meant, but I
hadn't wanted to say
anything. I'd been
feeling that way for
a long time, only I
didn't think
Elizabeth did. But
now, lying there
naked next to her,
it seemed dumb to
hold anything back.
I rolled over facing
her.
"I love you, Sis," I
said. My voice
wavered a little, I
was so nervous. "I
really do. I --"
That's when she
leaned over and
kissed me, real
hard. We held each
other close and she
whispered in my ear
that she loved me,
too.
And then she said
that because we
loved each other,
maybe we could do
something else.
Honestly, I didn't
know what she meant.
I know that sounds
really stupid, but
you got to remember
we'd been kissing
and making out for
months, and nothing
more. I mean, this
was my sister, after
all.
I didn't know what
she meant, but I
just nodded and said
it was OK. I figured
there wasn't
anything Elizabeth
would want to do
that I wouldn't
like. I loved her
that much.
So she told me to
roll onto my back
again, and she got
up and swung her
legs around so she
was straddling my
knees.
Then she took my
cock in her hands
and stroked it, real
gently. It didn't
take much before it
was as stiff as a
pole again.
"Now do you know
what I'm going to
do?" she said. I
shook my head. She
smiled.
"I'm going to put
this inside me,
Tommy. I think
you'll like it."
I was stunned. She
was gonna fuck me!
Here I was, some
dumb 14-year-old,
and I was gonna have
sex with this
beautiful woman, my
own sister. It
didn't seem
possible.
"Well, say
something," she
said.
"Wow," I said.
But then I thought
of something. "What
about -- babies?"
She told me it was
all taken care of.
She was using a
diaphragm. She
explained that
that's some kind of
dojigger she put
inside her, and put
some goo on it, and
it keeps the sperm
from getting in. She
said she'd gotten
one a few months ago
from her doctor,
just 'cause one of
her girlfriends
dared her. She would
have gotten the
Pill, but there was
no way she could
really hide that in
our house, so she
got a diaphragm and
kept it in her
school locker --
next to the
vibrator, I guess.
Anyway, she said
that there was no
way she could get
pregnant.
I didn't completely
understand how it
worked, but by then
I wasn't going to
argue. I couldn't
wait to do it.
Elizabeth scooted
forward until the
base of my dick was
right against her
slit. She rubbed her
hips back and forth
a few times, and
then she kind of
rose and squatted
over me, grabbing my
cock in one hand and
pointing the head of
it right at her
hole.
I had a perfect
view, and it was
incredible. Poking
out of her hand, the
head of my cock
looked huge, and
when she rubbed it
across her slit
there looked like
there was no way it
was gonna fit.
She told me again
that she loved me,
and said that she
wanted to show me
how much. She said
nothing that we did
out of love could be
wrong.
Then she lowered
herself onto me.
When my cock first
pressed against her,
it just slid away.
It took two or three
tries before she got
it in just the right
place. Then my dick
slipped in between
her pussy lips, and
they got wider and
wider apart until
the whole head
slipped in and the
lips closed around
my shaft and hugged
it tight as she
lowered herself all
the way. She did it
real slow, so it was
two or three minutes
before she was done
and my cock was all
the way inside her,
with her pussy lips
right against my
balls.
There's nothing that
can describe how
that felt. It was
the best thing in
the world. Her pussy
was all warm inside,
and it was so tight
I thought my cock
could never move.
But then Elizabeth
started to hump up
and down on it.
Pretty soon I
started answering,
humping my dick into
her.
It felt so good I
was sure I'd shoot
my wad right away.
But instead I just
stayed hard, which
was great because I
didn't want this
feeling to ever end.
For a few minutes I
just lay back and
watched as
Elizabeth's body
bounced up and down,
or I looked at the
way her pussy lips
stretched around my
shaft and her juices
oozed out and coated
my cock. She had her
eyes closed, but
from the way she was
moaning I know she
liked what we were
doing, too.
Then I stared at the
way her breasts
bobbed up and down.
They looked so good
I just had to grab
them, and I caressed
them and stroked my
sister's sides. We
kept it up like that
for, I don't know,
it must have been at
least 15 or 20
minutes. Sometimes
Elizabeth would bend
down and kiss me,
and I'd slide my
hands down to her
ass and pull her
down onto me even
harder.
She had another
orgasm, and by this
time I knew to just
hold my cock steady
until her tremors
eased up.
When she slid off of
my cock, it was
still rock hard.
Before I could get
upset, though, she
told me she didn't
want to stop, just
shift positions.
This time she got on
her back and had me
kneel in between her
legs.
Her cunt was so wet
and slippery by then
that my dick went in
on the first try,
right up to the
hilt. I moved up so
that it was
completely buried in
my sister's tight
twat and started
stroking it in and
out.
In that position it
was easier to kiss.
I let my hands roam
all over her while
we pushed our
tongues together,
and I even made her
jump a little when I
put my tongue in her
ear.
We kept fucking like
that for at least
another half-hour.
Part of the time my
cock was almost
numb, we'd been
humping so long. It
even slipped out of
Elizabeth's pussy
completely one time.
She kept humping up
at the air while she
grabbed at my cock
and held it while I
stuffed it back in.
By that time we were
both so hot that I
couldn't see
straight and
Elizabeth was
pounding her fists
on the mattress and
calling out my name
over and over again.
Finally she called
out that she was
gonna cum again and
she wanted me to cum
inside her. "Fill me
up," she said. "Fuck
me harder, Tommy!
Fill my cunt!"
I'd never heard
anyone in my family
talk like that, and
to hear those words
coming from the
mouth of my
beautiful, sexy
older sister while
my cock was driving
into her pussy was
too much. I shouted
out that I was
cumming, too, and I
did. This time it
was like a bomb,
with gobs and gobs
spurting out of my
shaft, and Elizabeth
took it all inside
her, and she came
with me.
I lay on top of her
for awhile, telling
her how much I loved
her and how good
she'd made me feel.
When my cock had
shriveled all the
way up, I rolled off
and we just hugged
for awhile.
By then the room was
pretty steamy and
you could smell our
sex real strong.
Elizabeth said we
should open up the
windows and let it
air out a little
while we took a
shower. She meant
the both of us!
I was sure I was
through for the
night, but when the
warm water started
spraying over us and
trickling down my
sister's naked body
my cock sprang right
back to life.
Elizabeth saw it
right away, and I
could tell even she
was surprised.
It was pretty
awkward in the
shower, but there
was no way either
one of us was gonna
settle for just
jacking off by then.
Fucking was way too
much better.
This time Elizabeth
put her back against
one of the shower
walls and I got
right up next to
her. She wrapped her
legs around my ass
while I held her up,
and it took some
doing but we were
able to get my dick
into her cunt.
I was afraid to move
much at first, and
Elizabeth couldn't
move her hips in or
out, but she started
wiggling from side
to side and that
felt pretty good,
too. Eventually I
got so horny I
didn't care what
happened and I just
started bucking my
hips, slamming my
big old dick into
her hot tunnel over
and over and over.
Our moans were
echoing off the
shower walls.
It was crazy,
sliding around the
shower while my cock
was stuck right
inside her, humping
away. When I came my
legs got so weak we
almost fell, but
Elizabeth manager to
get her feet down in
time to support us
both.
By the time we dried
off it was too late
to do anything else
even if we'd wanted
to, not with the
Maxwells coming home
who knew when. So we
just got into our
night clothes and
held each other and
kissed and snuggled
until we heard their
car pull up. Then I
snuck down into the
living room and
crawled onto the
couch for the night.
Now that we know
what fucking is
like, I don't know
how Elizabeth and I
are going to get by
with anything less,
and being around
each other at our
house without being
able to do it is
driving me crazy. A
friend of hers whose
family is going out
of town this weekend
loaned Elizabeth her
house keys, so we're
hoping we can sneak
away at least once.
But after that, I
don't know what we
can do. Elizabeth
said maybe we'll
have to let somebody
else in on our
secret. I don't want
to share her with
anyone, but, maybe,
if Susan was
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