Games Siblings Play

Story codes: mf, MF, inc, bro/sis, rom.

The following is a work of fiction. 

My sister and I have always had a good relationship, much to the
consternation of our friends. While all the kids around us were
constantly fighting with their brothers and sisters, Lisa and I
would watch them with a bemused detachment. I don't know why or
how it worked out that way, but I am glad it did. It seems so
much easier.

My first recollections of childhood involve playing with each
other in the bath tub. I don't mean playing games in the tub, I
mean playing with each other. As we grew older, we expanded our
playing to include almost everything to do with sex. It's funny,
but we thought we invented a lot of things. For instance, we
discovered we had the ability to suck on each other
simultaneously by lying down, one on top of the other. We called
it "Two Turtles" and were surprised to find that it already had a
name, "69."

Some of the things we did early on were just playing. Lisa like
to play with my cock when it was hard and standing straight up.
She would use her index finger, push it slightly to one side and
then the other, then let it spring back. She would work her way
around in a circle, push it toward my stomach, then to one side,
then toward my feet, then to the other side, always letting it
spring back. She seemed fascinated by the way it would wobble
back and forth until it stood straight up again.

From the very beginning, I liked to play with her pussy. She
liked it when I would pull her pants down and pretend to show her
off to some boy in her class. We would stand in front of the
mirror and I would point out all of her female parts to our
imaginary visitor. We would always pretend to let him put his
finger into her vagina.  Other times I would tug gently on her
labia or take them into my mouth and suck gently. Then I would
lay my cheek against her mound and savor the soft, warm feel.
That was my favorite and I did it often. One night, I came up
with a new idea instead, an idea that both of us found we enjoyed
as much or more.

That night, when I entered her room, I saw to my dismay that she
was sleeping on her stomach. It was a hot Summer night so she was
lying on top of the covers with just her night gown on. My intent
had been to play with her for a while but not wake her unless I
had to. Now I guessed I would have to at least ask her to roll
over.

I switched on the little reading light on the desk and walked
over to the bed. I lifted the hem of her night gown and moved it
up her back as far as I could, exposing a pair of soft, smooth
mounds. I thought, hey what the heck, and I leaned over and gave
the closest one a kiss.

She smelled like the lavender soap she kept on the shelf above
the tub. She must have taken a bath just before bed. I carefully
sat on the bed close to her and kissed her buttocks some more. I
lay my cheek against them and they too were soft and warm, just
like her mound in front. I slid my tongue up and down along her
crack. Her legs were slightly apart so I could get my tongue a
little ways down between her legs.

I took both hands and gently pulled her cheeks apart, exposing
her little, puckered opening. I straddled one of her legs so I
could get a better position and gently pulled her cheeks apart
again. This time I put the point of my tongue directly in the
middle of her opening. She gave a startled shudder and I wondered
if she was awake. If she was she didn't say or do anything at
this point.

I swirled my tongue around the opening and then pressed it hard
against the center. She seemed to tense up so I slid my tongue up
and down the length of her crack, wetting the bottom of it. Then
I came back and, after wetting my lips, I gave her anus a big
kiss. At this point she turned her head so she could see me, gave
me a big smile and softly said my name. I whispered, "Hi. Want me
to play a little?" She nodded yes, so I continued, "Just relax,"
I said.

This time when I pushed the tip of my tongue at the opening, it
gave just a little. It tasted bitter and a little bit like metal.
Her reaction was to relax more. After a while I could get my
tongue in about a quarter inch, probably not bad for the first
time. After several minutes of sucking and licking, I had her
wiggling and gasping. I continued for quite a while, most likely
about a half hour, just taking my time and enjoying myself. When
I thought we both had enough, I sat back and waited for her
breathing to return to normal. She didn't wait however. She sat
up quickly and said, "My turn!"

I turned around to allow her access to my ass. She started on me
pretty much the same way I started on her. It wasn't long before
I found out what made her wiggle and squirm. It has since become
one of our favorite activities.

When she had her first period, she was a little bit scared. She
knew all about it of course, but when it first happened she was
afraid it was something else. She went to the school nurse who
gave her some sanitary pads and tampons. She used the pads during
the day and when we had some time that evening, she let me put
her first tampon in. There were no instructions on the package so
she wanted some help putting the first one in.
 
We went into the bathroom so she could sit on the edge of the
toilet seat. It's almost funny now that I look back on it. No
instructions. A case of the blind leading the blind, but we were
so serious.

I unwrapped the tube, nodded knowingly, spread her labia apart,
and studied the little hole. Oh how I loved putting my tongue or
a finger in there, but now I was about to stick a dry, impersonal
cardboard tube inside. It was like something important was coming
to an end and this would change her forever. When I started to
put the wrong end in, she said, "No, no. The string has to be on
the outside." She didn't say it in a harsh or demeaning way, only
informative.

So much for Mr. Know It All. I shrugged, turned the tampon
around, and gently pushed the little telescoping tube into her
vagina. I didn't know then that I would eventually become an
engineer, but I figured out pretty quick how it was supposed to
work. I pushed the cotton swab into place with the inner tube,
removed the cardboard assembly. I tugged gently on the string and
sat back to admire my work. I said, "There. That's how you do it.
Any time you need another one just let me know."

She said, "You just like to look at my pussy."

I said, "No, it's not that I like to look at your pussy, it's
because I LOVE to look at your pussy."

She looked at me and said, "Well, you can look at my pussy any
time you want." Then, after a short pause she looked up and said,
"Besides, I like it too .. when you look at me there."

Later that year we lost our virginity to each other. I had just
finished eating her out. She had taught me the best techniques
for eating her pussy and I got quite good with her. I was
particularly successful on this occasion. She collapsed like a
limp rag on the bed, trying to catch her breath. I sat back
against the head board with my legs spread apart and pulled her
to me. She sat sideways between my legs and I crossed my legs,
making a circle around her. She put her head against my chest.
She was still breathing heavily and when she began to shake, I
thought she was shivering. I grabbed the blanket from the foot of
the bed and wrapped it around us. We sat there in a warm cocoon
until I suddenly realized she wasn't shivering, she was crying,
big heaving sobs.

I asked what was wrong. "Lisa! Honey! Oh, I am so sorry! What did
I do? What's wrong?" I was deathly afraid I had gone too far too
fast or had hurt her physically.

She was trying to control her sobbing so she could speak. What
she said sounded like, "I .. sob .. want .. sob .. you .. sob ..
to .. sob .. sob .. fuck .. me." I had been thinking about this
for a while, but had not yet approached with the idea. She was,
after all, only 13. 

I nudged her backwards, onto her back. As I kissed her tears
away, I said, "I'll bet you don't want it as badly as I do." This
seemed to help her stop crying. I arranged her legs and prepared
to mount her, being careful not to put my full weight on her. She
was still very wet so it was easy to get the tip of my co inside.
She stopped crying and began to take really deep breaths. When I
slipped the tip of my cock in, she got this strange look on her
face, sort of like scared and surprised at the same time.

I pushed in slowly, lifting her legs up to ease the access. I
hooked her knees over my elbows to keep them a little higher.
This was the first time for me too, and I wanted to savor every
little sensation. When I was finally all the way in, she had this
dreamy smile, so I kissed her deeply. We exchanged tongues and
kisses in time with our movements. She caught on quick to my
rhythm and matched my downward thrusts with upward thrusts of her
own.

I know she came again, because she shuddered and closed her eyes
tight. I came shortly after that, a long satisfying relief deep
inside my groin that seemed to go on for awhile. This was new
territory for both of us so I really didn't have an idea what to
do next. I waited inside her, enjoying the feeling. As my cock
began to shrink down, it slowly slipped out. I rolled over onto
my back and she snuggled close, lying along side me with one leg
tossed over mine. I was only 15 and it was my first time so I
suspect there wasn't much cum. Probably plenty enough to make her
pregnant but we weren't worried about that. Not yet anyway. 

When I got home from school the next day, there were hand made
flowers all over my bed and in all my dresser drawers. They kept
turning up everywhere. It must have taken her a long time to make
all of those and then hide them.

The next day we fucked again, and every night for the next week.
We would have kept going forever except one of us remembered that
she could get pregnant, even if I was her brother. We got careful
after that.

Maybe you think I shouldn't have fucked her because she was my
sister. What would any red blooded male do in this situation?
Think about it. I would wake up in the night and there, sleeping
next to me, is this naked girl. She is two years younger than me
and totally drop dead gorgeous. If I kiss her she kisses back, a
deeply passionate kiss. If I lift myself on top of her, she
spreads her legs, opens her labia with one hand and guides my
cock inside her with the other hand.

I consider myself pretty lucky to have grown up with her this
way. You know, I don't think there are any married guys out there
that have had the opportunity to watch their eventual wife grow
up and change. Having had the ability to observe all the subtle
little changes in her body as she grew up makes it easier to
understand her now. Many times now when we do things, we just
seem to know. 

Besides, it has been interesting. I was especially interested in
the growth of her breasts themselves. They started developing
later than those of her friends, but once they got growing they
became much bigger than average. They started as little points,
then became cones, then they seemed to develop rapidly. At one
point they were growing so fast that the nipples pointed almost
straight up.

I think she was proud of the way they bounced and jiggled when we
would run around the house naked. When Dad wasn't home, and we
knew he wouldn't be for a while, we would pull the curtains shut,
strip down, and chase each other around the house. At first we
just tickled each other. After we started fucking, this tag game
would usually end when one of us collapsed on the floor, too
tired to go on. The other one would crash on top. We would kiss,
catch our breath, and she would guide me inside her.

The apartment we live in now is way too small to play that kind
of game whereas our childhood home had plenty of rooms and even
two stair ways to the second floor. The last time we played tag
like that was several years ago. It was a Saturday afternoon at
the end of the Summer. I had graduated from college that Spring
and we were both stressed about how we would put up with another
two year separation. I had been accepted into the MBA program at
the same university that we both attended but I didn't have a way
to pay for it.

At the end of the Summer, I received a letter informing me that I
had been accepted as a teaching assistant. This meant I could pay
my tuition to the business school. When I went to tell Lisa, I
found her taking a nap in her room. I woke her up, read her the
letter. When she realized this meant we could spend the next two
years in the same apartment again, she leapt from the bed,
stripped off her clothes, slapped me on the butt and said, "Tag!
You're it!" She bolted through the door of her bedroom and ran
down the stairs. I stripped as fast as I could and took off after
her. I caught her after one lap through the house, a bit too
easily maybe, tackled her in the living room. We both crashed to
the carpet and lay there, side by side, while we caught our
breath. 

Then I raised myself on top of her. She wrapped her legs around
me to pull me close. When I didn't put my dick in her right away,
she pursed her lips into a little frown and grabbed my cock,
tried to put it in by herself. I wasn't positioned for it to go
in, I had something else in mind first. I put a finger over her
lips and slowly took in her scent, lavender, like always. I said,
"Just let me tell you something first. If God had asked me to
create the perfect girl, if he let me pick out the perfect lips,
perfect toes, perfect fingers. If he let me design the perfect
breasts, and legs, and arms. If he told me to make a girl that I
could live with .. that I couldn't live without for the rest of
my life, I still couldn't have done as good a job as you are,
right now. And you were dropped into my life from the beginning,
right here under the same roof."

She just looked at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking but
a little tear developed in the corner of her eye and swelled
until it ran down her cheek. I thought, "Oh no! What did I say?
What did I do wrong? If she starts crying those big heaving sobs
I don't know what I'll do. Maybe I should have just fucked her
when she wanted me to."

Finally she said, "You did it to me again. I feel the same way
about you but if I just say the same thing it will sound cheap."
As she was saying this, I was kissing the tears away and
positioning myself so my cock was right at her opening. When I
inserted myself, she sucked in her breath, put on a big grin and
continued saying, "I guess you'll just have to fuck me until my
perfect little brain falls out."

"Not a problem," I say as we begin to move with each other. Every
once in a while I would stick my tongue in her ear, something I
know she particularly likes. "Just checking to see if any of your
brain is coming out," I say. When I cum the first time, we both
wait, lying quietly with me inside her until I am hard again. As
we start moving again, I swirl my tongue in her ear while she
cums, after which she smiles and asks, "Any sign of my brain
yet?" I shake my head no, so she says, "Looks like you're not
done yet then."

A turning point came for me in our relationship when she was
about 16. I was almost 18. We were fucking madly one Saturday
afternoon, going hot and heavy in my bed when all of a sudden
Lisa froze, stiff as a board. She sat bolt upright and stared
across my shoulder with a look of sheer panic in her eyes. I knew
in an instant what had happened and I had no idea what to do
next. I jerked out and sat back while Lisa grabbed the sheet and
pulled it over her.

All I could do was say, "Dad." He was standing in the doorway
looking at us with the most spooky expression. I couldn't read
what he was thinking but my gut reaction was not good. I think he
suspected that I was not a virgin, but he never guessed that I
would be doing it with his daughter, my sister. He turned and
left the doorway without saying a word. I collapsed on the bed
and Lisa began to cry, her quiet gasping sobs. I tried to comfort
her as best I could but neither of us knew now much trouble we
were in.

Eventually it worked out all right. Lisa even ended up with birth
control pills, but it took a little while to work the situation
through with dad.

Lying there on the bed, I remembered something dad had told me a
few years before. He told me to think about commitment before I
started having sex with a girl. I guess that made me think about
Lisa in a different way from then on. All through grade school we
experimented and played with each other because it was fun.
During Junior High, we went through another phase, one in which
we merely satisfied our sex drive. Now things were different
again. To me, Lisa was now someone to take care of. I savored our
sex more than ever because now it was with someone I truly loved.
I found that it made me happy to make her happy.

The hardest time we went through was when I went off to school.
Lisa and I knew we would essentially be apart for the greatest
part of the next two years. I had selected a University that
offered what I wanted but also offered the degrees that Lisa was
potentially interested in, that is, Art and English. That way, if
we could get through two years apart, we could eventually share
an apartment. Unfortunately, the closest place I could find that
met all those requirements was several hours away. There would be
no coming home for the weekend.

We wrote each other every day, sometimes only a line or two, but
something every day. I mailed them as often as I could afford. I
wrote to dad as well, but more on a weekly basis. My first trip
home was for Thanksgiving break. My last class was first thing on
Wednesday morning, so I was able to hit the road well before
noon. I got home before Lisa got out of school so I was there
when she got home. I was in the hallway, walking toward the front
door when she burst through, dropped her book bag, and ran toward
me. I picked her up and swung her around, almost knocking over
the hall table.

We went right up to her room and had a nice, slow fuck. She came
quickly and so did I. As I came, I closed my eyes, pushed tightly
into her, and let myself float through the best orgasm I ever
had. I opened my eyes and saw she was looking at me with intense
interest and a sly smile. I wondered what she was thinking, so as
I caught my breath I asked her, "What's up?"

She bit the edge of her lip and said, "I was watching your face.
I was just thinking how much you must have enjoyed that. Am I
really that good?" I recognized the unasked question. What she
really wanted to ask was, "Did you just miss having sex for
several months or am I really that good?"

This required a thoughtful answer. How could I explain how she
makes me feel? Even now, as I write this, years later, it's not
easy to come up with good words. What I said then went something
like this, "Do you remember our first time?" Not waiting for an
answer, I continue, "Well, I remember it very well. It was
something I expected to be one of the most exciting experiences
of my life. I was wrong. It turned out to be even better than
that, .. much better. Afterward, I thought: that's as good as it
gets, that from then on having sex with you would never be as
good. I was wrong again. Each time .. each and every time we have
sex .. it gets better. I know it sounds hokey, like that doesn't
seem possible, but it's true."  As I waited for that to soak in,
I kissed her neck and chin as softly as I could. Then I went on,
"The same thing is true of the way I love you. Although I love
you more than is humanly possible today, I know I will love you
more tomorrow." I gently kissed her lips and waited again. Then I
said, "I'm sorry. That's the best I can do on short notice."

I think that was the kind of response she was looking for, hoping
for. She put her arms around me and held me close. When I finally
rolled off, we lay side by side for a long time, holding hands,
not saying a word. She finally got up and I followed her into the
shower.

We dressed, went down stairs, and started dinner. The rest of the
evening went slowly, pleasantly though. It was good to be home.
Dad came home, we ate, talked for a long while, played several
games of euchre, then went to bed. Lisa and I had sex again, then
I fell asleep, probably the most restful sleep I had for a long
time.

Sometime in the night I woke up with a big hard on. Lisa noticed
when I sat up. She switched the light on to see what was the
matter. Before I could say anything, she said, "Do you need some
help with that?" I winced and nodded yes. She said, "Let's see.
What will it be?" as she took my cock in her mouth and gave it a
long suck. "Mouth?" Then she hiked her night gown up and as she
sat on my cock she said, "Or pussy?"

I said, "Pussy" mostly because she felt so good and I didn't want
her to get off. She got off anyway, reached into the drawer of
the night stand and pulled out the jar of beads we use in one of
our games. She reached into the jar, pulled out a purple bead,
and ceremoniously held it up for me to see. She said, "Sorry, it
looks like 69."

We play games sometimes, not because we are bored with sex but
because we can't decide which way we want to do it. This
particular game consists of a wide mouth jar with a variety of
colored beads. The jar is opaque so you can't see what color you
are getting when you reach inside. The standard color coding is:
Red means Lisa is on top, blue means we do it doggy style, white
means we do it missionary style, purple means 69, and so on. 

Well, 69 was fine with me. In fact, it was perfect. I had missed
her pussy so much. It tasted better than ever, and when I came in
her mouth, I felt like I emptied every drop of moisture from my
body through my cock. Yes, it was sure good to be back home.

I remember other important events, not all of which I can lock
firmly into a specific point in time. Once we were chasing each
other around the house, playing our regular game of nude tag. I
managed to tackle her in one of the bedrooms. She started
wiggling, trying to get free. I had a good hold on her ankles, so
I kept moving my grip up her legs, intent on getting on top of
her to hold her down. I intended to tickle her without mercy.
Instead, after I had worked my way up her body, I nuzzled close
to her neck, kissing and licking. I stopped and sniffed the skin
on her neck, moved down her body to her stomach, sniffed her
belly button and then her pussy. She stopped struggling and said,
"What in the world are you doing?"

I said, "Did you change your soap?"

She stopped and seemed to be thinking for a moment. I don't think
she realized until then that I paid close attention to details
about her. "Yes, it's Jasmine. Do you like it?"

"Yes, but I like the Lavender too."

Later that week I found the Jasmine soap in the waste basket.
When I asked her about it, she brushed it off, saying, "I decided
I liked the Lavender better." She sensed that I preferred the
lavender and wanted to please me.

Lisa and I now live in a large town about a hundred miles from
where we grew up. No one knew us when we moved here, so it was
easy to get an apartment together. We both have the same last
name so people just assume we are married.

As I am writing this, I am 25 and Lisa is 23. She is an art
teacher at one of the high schools and I work as an electrical
engineer, designing control systems for factories. Lisa is
working on her Masters degree with the hopes of eventually
teaching in college or an art school. Tonight she is staying
after school because her students are having an art show. She
won't be staying very late though because tonight also happens to
be the anniversary of our first time having sex.

Although neither of us has ever said anything about it, we both
make it a point to be together on this day every year. Tonight is
no exception. I have her favorite meal, beef stroganoff, almost
ready. I only need a few minutes to finish it once she gets here.
The table is set, the wine is just the right temperature, the
candles are ready in the bedroom.