From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teaching Lil Sis (MF, inc)[1/2]
Date: 20 Jul 1996 21:23:15 GMT

			Teaching Little Sister
			  An Incest Fantasy
				 by
			     Day Dreamer
			       Part One

	At eighteen, my little sister Chrissy is a knock-out, a real
true-life beauty. She started maturing early and is now five-two, with
35-22-34 measurements on a one hundred five pound body. With her
flawless complexion, long auburn hair, and startlingly deep green
eyes, she could easily be mistaken for a model, perfectly exemplifying
all the sweet and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.

	Chrissy has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this
contributed to our complete lack of the brother-sister friction that
sometimes develops in a family.

	On the contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters,
attending all my football and basketball games and cheering me on.
Being three years younger, she bestowed on me a childlike hero worship
- I was always her big brother, her hero, her knight in shining armor.
As far as she was concerned, there was nothing I couldn't do nor was
there any problem I couldn't solve.

	The relationship was more than reciprocal. As we were growing
up, I adored little Chrissy and doted on her. I was always interested
in and proud of all her achievements and encouraged her whenever it
was needed. If anything, I gave Chrissy more attention and love than
our parents. They both worked in very stressful jobs, and at the end
of their workdays neither had much energy left to deal with our "kid
problems."

	Because of this relationship, Chrissy early on got into the
habit of bringing her problems to me. I fixed many a broken doll, put
band-aids on her bo-bo's, and dried her tears and tickled away her
real and imagined hurts. This relationship carried over into her teens
and has resulted in my being far more protective of her than is the
case with most brothers and sisters.

	One area where this especially showed up was in her
relationships with boys. In this regard, I've been almost tyrannical
in the way I've monitored and screened her dates. It's a wonder our
relationship hasn't suffered because of this, but Chrissy takes it in
her good-natured way and just thanks me for caring that much about her
welfare. Despite her phenomenal beauty, Chrissy is very shy and
vulnerable with boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help
her with such problems, I've tried to explain how boys think and act
so she'll better be protected in her dealings with them.

	One problem Chrissy has had to face head-on is her developing
sexuality. Many of the problems and teary eyes she's brought to me
have been related to this area, and I've tried to deal with them in a
completely honest, straightforward manner. I haven't used any "birds
and bees" stories, but have explained and described sexual relation
issues in the everyday common words she hears from her girl friends.

	From these conversations I knew that Chrissy was still a
virgin, but based on the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine
sexual arousal that I detected from her when she returned from some of
her dates, I believed this to be a short-lived condition. Because of
that, I arranged for her to secure and start taking birth control
pills. She laughed at my being so protective, assuring me that she
still far from going all the way. Nonetheless, to indulge me if for no
other reason, she's taking the pills religiously.

	I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On one
side, my protective feeling about her wanted to shield her from the
bad early experiences she could have if she chose the wrong boy.

	On another hand, I could see that she has highly developed
sexuality, and I didn't want to stand in the way of her being in a
position to develop and grow in this important aspect of maturing.

	On still another side, I found myself disturbingly jealous.

	As much as I told myself it was completely wrong to feel that
way about her, I was absolutely turned on whenever she came in from a
date with that musky odor of a woman in heat about her. I pictured in
my mind how her little virginal pussy must look, smell and feel, about
how wet it must be, and even though I fought against the feeling, I
couldn't prevent my getting a hard-on. I found myself with the
thought that no pimple-faced boy deserved such a treasure, and even
worse, I harbored a secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one
to claim it. That she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my
comprehension, beyond any hopes that I had buried deep within me.

	One Friday evening, Chrissy came in from a date about 9:00 in
the evening, much earlier than her usual 11:00 or 11:30. I was alone
in the house, our parents being away for the weekend, and was watching
television when she came in the door. Usually, she stops and says
hello to me and relates how her date went.

	This evening, she did neither, but hurried upstairs to her
room. I found this very strange because the boy she had dated was one
I approved of as being almost good enough for her. I was hoping that
if she did have to lose her virginity it would be to a boy like him,
one who probably would be gentle with her. Apparently, though,
problems had developed on the date, because she was home early and -
based on her not having stopped to greet me-upset, hurt, or angry. I
heard the shower start running and decided that as soon as she had
finished her shower I would go upstairs to check on her and be the
best big brother I could be.

	After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time to
get dressed, I went upstairs. The door to her room was closed, and the
sounds of light sobbing came from its other side. I knocked lightly
and asked, "Chrissy, is it okay if I come in?"

	The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Chrissy said, "If you
want to." I opened the door and Chrissy's room was darkened, with only
the light from her vanity shining. She was already in bed, the sheets
pulled up to her neck. Her face was tear streaked and her eyes red
from crying.

	"Baby, baby, what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting on the
bed next to her. I stroked the hair back from her forehead and kissed
her lightly on a wet cheek. "Did you have trouble on your date
tonight?"

	Chrissy sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper,
"Yes."

	"Boy-type problems?" I asked, knowing she would recognize that
I implied the whole range of sexual relation problems.

	"No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right - he's real nice,
and I liked him a lot."

	Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's
bothering you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her cheeks for her.

	Chrissy gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy,
and answered, "I just had some Chrissy problems, that's all."

	"That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean,

	Chrissy's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed,
apparently ready to explain.

	When she did, I had a hard time concentrating on the
conversation. From what I could see, she had on a pair of baby-doll
pajamas, and the sheer top did not hide much. The swell of her breasts
pushed them out, and the nipples and darker rings around them were
more than just hinted at. I had to fight to keep my eyes from off that
sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with such beautiful
attributes could be having problems.

	Chrissy didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her
explanation. "Well, I had decided that I was ready to go all the way
with a boy, and that because he's such a nice guy, Jimmy was to be the
one." My heart started beating faster with this disclosure, and I
wondered whether I would be able to sit through her description of the
episode without her being able to see the mixed feelings I had about
it.

	"We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we kissed a
while, I put my hand on his leg to let him know I was interested in
more. He returned the favor and after a while he put his hand under my
dress and played with me. I could tell he was getting really ready, so
I suggested we get into the back seat. Before we did, I took off my
panties. He saw me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We both got in
the back seat and he got between my legs and tried to put it in me."

	By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me
funny feeling, because here I was getting horny about my sister
telling me about losing her virginity, something we had discussed in
times past. Nonetheless, I could picture her in that car, legs spread
apart, pussy wet and waiting, and the picture aroused me more than I
had ever been in my entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the
abundant swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands between her
legs and "play with her" as she said Jimmy had done.

	Chrissy paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then what
happened? Go on."

	Talking softly, Chrissy continued, "That's when things got
bad."

	"It hurt real bad?" I said, anticipating the rest of her
story.

	"No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me. I
didn't let him."

	"You didn't? What did happen, then?"

	"Well, when he got ready to put his thing - what do you guys
call it, a cock? When he got ready to put his cock in me, I just
clamped my legs together and kept him from doing it. He must have been
really ready because after he rubbed against me a little he spurted
all over my front. That's why I had to come home and take a shower.
Oh, Bobby, I was so embarrassed! Here I had made my mind up and at the
last minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked Jimmy to
bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and crying about the
whole thing. I'm really something, aren't I!"

	A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I
couldn't fully understand or explain, I was joyous that Chrissy had
chickened out. I realized, though, that it wasn't being fair to her
for me to feel that way, and that I had to support and encourage her
to continue, even though her first attempt had been a total disaster.

	"Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that
the first time. A virgin has a right to misgivings. Don't be angry
with yourself. You do need, though, to try to figure out why you acted
that way so you'll at least understand why. Do you know why you didn't
go through with it?"

	Chrissy looked up at me and just barely nodded her head. "You
do know?" I said.

	Chrissy nodded her head more emphatically and whispered, "Yes,
I know, but I can't talk about it."

	For the first time that I could ever recall, Chrissy didn't
want to confide in me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled by her
actions. I put my hand against her cheek and caressed it with my
finger tips, saying, "Chrissy, I respect your wishes if you really
don't want to talk about it, but remember, this is Bobby, your big
brother. We've never held anything back from each other. Do we want to
start having secrets now?"

	Chrissy's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes
again. "No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."

	"Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.

	Chrissy sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All
right, if you want to know, I'll just come out and tell you. The
reason I couldn't do it with Jimmy was... the reason was because he
wasn't you."

	I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each
other, my letting the meaning of what she had said sink in. I was
having a hard time dealing with it. If I had heard her right, then all
the fantasies I had had about her, about the way we might make love,
about claiming her virgin treasures, were no longer just my fantasies
alone, but were shared by her also. I had to be sure that she had
actually said what I thought she did.

	"Chrissy, do you mean... ?"

	"Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I
didn't want to give my virginity to Jimmy. I meant I wanted my first
time to be with you. I meant I wanted my first time to be with someone
I love and who loves me. Someone who will take care of me and be
gentle and make it something that is completely good. I don't want my
first time to be a quick wham-bam in the back of a car with some kid I
hardly know. Bobby, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed my
first time would be with you, with my dear, sweet brother Bobby."

	After saying that, she reached out to me and wrapped her arms
around my neck and hugged me tight. "Oh, Bobby, you just had to know,
didn't you! What must you think of me now!"

	I stroked Chrissy's back as I held her and thought about her
question.

	Finally, I answered. "What I think is that you are the only
one of us who's been honest, who's faced up to their true feelings."

	Chrissy pulled back and looked me square in the face. "Does
that mean you feel the same way I do?"

	"Oh, God, Chrissy, even more! I've just tried to bury my
feelings, to pretend they haven't existed. Society says its wrong for
a brother to love his sister, and I've wanted to be the best big
brother you could possibly have. But every time we've talked about
sex, every time you've come home from a date hot and bothered, every
time you've talked about going all the way, I've felt miserable. I
wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be me who not only told you about
sex, but showed you as well. That old brother-sister taboo has kept me
from letting you know how I feel."

	"Oh, Bobby, that old taboo was invented before there was birth
control, to keep defective babies from being made. It's probably been
to prevent brothers from forcing themselves on their sisters, too...
and, I guess, sisters from forcing themselves on their brothers."
Chrissy paused in thought for just a moment and said softly, "I'm not
forcing myself on you, am I, Bobby? You're not saying this just to
humor me, to keep me from being embarrassed about what I said, are
you?"

	I took Chrissy's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel that
and tell me what you think." Her fingers lightly moved over the bulge
that was so evident in the front of my jeans and then moved down my
leg, tracing the contour of my swollen, throbbing cock.

	Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby, you're so
hard. And sooo big! Are you that way because of me? Am I doing that to
you?"

	"Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top,
holding you like this with your breasts rubbing against my chest, and
thinking about what you will look like completely naked has done
that."

	"You want to see me completely naked?" Chrissy whispered.

	"Oh, yes, Chrissy. I've dreamed about how you would look
without any clothes."

	"Well, that's worked both ways," Chrissy said. "I've had
dreams about seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard and poking out
in front."

	"What else did you dream?" I asked.

	"I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire
body from head to toe. That you kissed me like I was a girlfriend, not
a sister. That you kissed me all over... in all the places where it
feels good." Chrissy then added, very softly, "Then I dreamed you made
love to me, that you took my virginity, and it was sooo gooood."
Chrissy put her arms back around my neck and pressed herself against
me. She whispered, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."

	Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine and
kissed her. I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a sister, opening my
mouth wide and probing between her lips with my tongue. Hers responded
immediately, moving out to meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles
around it. She dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed,
continuing the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips
spread against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
Chrissy started breathing faster and I felt her heart increase its
tempo against my chest.

	I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her
right breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger tips. Taking
her nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the hard little button
and ran my fingers in a circle around it, tracing the rosy ring that
girded it. Chrissy arched her back up against my hand and moaned
softly in pleasure. Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and
softly squeezed. Chrissy spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, Bobby! That's
so good!"

	Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her
nose, her ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss, with my
tongue making little circles of wetness on her skin. I lifted the
bottom of her pajama tops, exposing those perfect breasts, each half-
melon shaped and just as firm. My lips moved to them, sucking the
little strawberry that topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and
swelled, standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked
around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the
full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the underside of each
breast, moving from its base out to the nipple. Chrissy moaned in
pleasure and arched her back to me each time I drew out a stroke of my
tongue.

	While I was making love to Chrissy's breasts, I moved my hand
under the sheets that covered her lower half. I found her thighs and
stroked each one gently, almost feather-like. I moved to their inner
sides, finding baby-smooth skin. Chrissy moved her thighs apart,
inviting my hand to further exploration. My finger tips moved up,
drawing little circles as they moved.

	As I approached the vee of her legs, they spread apart even
more, leading my hand into the pleasures that awaited there.

	Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of Chrissy's
pajama bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved across it onto the silky
smooth area of Chrissy's crotch. It was soaking wet and slick. I found
the edge and inched my fingers under it. Damp, curly down met my
fingers. My finger dipped down and found the cream-covered lips
concealing Chrissy's mysterious feminine treasures. With just the
slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip between those
lips and into the valley between. It was like moving into a warm,
slickened passageway. The labial lips pressed against my finger,
almost sucking it into her secret sexual regions.

	My fantasy about Chrissy's pussy was coming true - I was
"playing with her," and both of us were loving every minute of it.

	While I was making her dream come true, she was turning my
dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed to go farther, though. I
needed to fully bare Chrissy's body - make her naked, completely open
to sight and touch - and touch and kiss every sensitive part of her.

	Chrissy's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her
hidden, nethermost parts. She was almost panting now, her breath
coming in gasps. My finger moved down between her legs even more and
came to her "little man in the boat," the ultra-sensitive hooded
clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure center. I lightly flicked my
finger across it, and Chrissy jerked her hips upward, moaning as
electric jolts of pleasure flowed through her. Moving my finger
through the wetness of her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud
with juice and rubbed it lightly in a little circle. Chrissy's hips
humped up against my hand, and she cried, "Oh, Bobby, that's so
goooood!"

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Teaching Lil Sis (MF, inc)[2/2]
Date: 20 Jul 1996 21:23:57 GMT

			Teaching Little Sister
			  An Incest Fantasy
				 by
			     Day Dreamer
			       Part Two

	Keeping one finger busy on Chrissy's love nubbin, I moved two
other fingers lower, spreading her lips apart. She was soaking wet and
the crotch of her pajamas was now almost dripping from the aroused
flow of her love juices. My finger at last found what it had been
seeking, the opening of her tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost
parts of Chrissy's woman sex.

	I moved one finger into the opening and probed. The hole was
slippery and tight, but my finger slipped into the cavity without
difficulty. Down to the first knuckle, then down one more, and
finally, my whole finger was immersed in Chrissy's cave of pleasure. I
wanted to move my finger in and out, imitative of the action my
throbbing cock longed to be taking, but her pajamas restricted my
movement. It was time to rid her that impediment. It was time, too,
for me to reveal her little virgin's pussy to my sight, to see
firsthand what I had seen to now only in my fantasies.

	Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of Chrissy's pajamas and then
took hold of the sheet that covered her. Slowly I pulled the sheet
down. My breath was coming faster now, and my heart thumped in
anticipation of the sight I knew would soon be revealed. The sheet
came slowly down, and top of her pajama bottoms were revealed.

	Then all of her bottoms, and finally the sheet went to the
floor and Chrissy's whole body was fully shown in all its
magnificence. Her beautifully formed legs were still splayed apart and
her pajama bottoms were askew from my explorations. A big splotch of
dampness covered the crotch area and the wide swatch of Chrissy's
abundant pubic down showed clearly through the wet, transparent
fabric.

	With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up Chrissy's
legs, stroking her feet, then her calves, and then up to the white,
full thighs. I caressed the sensitive insides of her thighs, making
little circles in the wide part just under her crotch. Chrissy moaned
and moved her hips in little circles, urging my hands to go further,
to go the very center of her pleasure pit.

	Instead, I moved my hands to the top of her brief baby-doll
pajama bottoms and started to draw them down, slowly, inch by inch.
Her little belly mound was revealed, just a slight bulge of baby fat
still apparent.

	Then the dark, auburn bush came into view. Lower still, the
full glory of Chrissy's whole vulva was revealed to my hungry eyes.
Chrissy's soaking, creamy vagina. The musky odor of her arousal wafted
up to my nose and my arousal was increased even more. The whole area
of Chrissy's sex mound was awash with her juices and invited loving
attention. My cock throbbed and indicated that it was ready to provide
such ministrations.

	In one swift motion I drew the pajamas down over Chrissy's
feet and then to the floor. She was fully nude now, and I was in awe
of just how beautiful she was. "Chrissy," I whispered softly, "you are
the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

	"Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Chrissy replied, "but
this is completely one-sided. I don't have any clothes, and you have
all of yours. You're seeing all of me, but I can't see any of you.
It's time for you to get rid of your clothes, too."

	With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes. I stood
there in front of Chrissy, fully nude, my cock standing straight out,
stiff and throbbing. Its head glistened, covered with the pre-cum that
my arousal had produced. Shyly, Chrissy reached out her hand and ran
her fingers along my cock and then wrapped her hand around it. "God,
Bobby, you're beautiful, too. So hard, and so big. Will it be possible
for that to go inside me?"

	"Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in. After all,
babies come from the same place as this goes in, and babies are a
whole lot larger than my cock."

	"I guess so," Chrissy replied, still sounding doubtful.

	I sat down on the bed next to Chrissy, drinking her in with my
eyes. I put my hand out and stroked her breasts, then lightly ran my
hand down over her rib cage, her little belly mound, and then to her
Venus mound. She lifted her knees and spread her legs apart, giving me
full access to her swampy, down-covered center of pleasure. I moved my
hand over her mound and dipped my fingers into the spread labial lips
of her vulva. They were now even wetter than before.

	"I'm so wet, Bobby. Am I supposed to be like this?"

	"A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused. I guess that
must be what you are," I said.

	"Oh, God, Bobby, am I ever! I've never been like this before.
Just your slightest touch and I go into spasms. I've been horny
before, but never anything like this. It's because you're the one
doing this. You're making all my fantasies come true, and I'm about to
go crazy from knowing it."

	I moved my fingers down to the opening to Chrissy's love
tunnel and moved one finger into the pit, all the way in. I added
another finger, and then a third. She was so wet and slick that the
fingers went in with only a little difficulty.

	I twisted the fingers around and around, and moved them in and
out. Chrissy mewed like a cat and thrust her hips up and down,
reciprocating each of my in-and-out strokes. I moved my thumb up and
ran it over and around her clitoris. Her hips jerked and she thrashed
her hips around and around. "I'm coming, Bobby! Oh, God, I'm coming
hard, hard, hard!" Chrissy threw her head back and cried and mewled,
moaned and finally shouted, "Oh, it's so good, it's so good, it's so
good!"

	Chrissy shuddered and spasmed. I could see the muscles of her
stomach and thighs clinch, and the muscles of her vagina squeezed down
on my fingers. Her pussy pulsed around my hand, little throbs and
squeezes, compressing the vaginal walls again and again against my
fingers. Slowly, the shudders and spasms eased, Chrissy un-arched her
back, and the muscles unclinched.

	Chrissy's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she looked
up at me. "That couldn't have happened so good with anyone else," she
whispered. "It was better than any boy has ever done me before.
Better, even, than the times I've done myself." She reached out her
arms to me and putting them around my neck, pulled me down for a kiss.
The kiss was long and deep, full of soft, tender tongue action. "But
that's only the preliminary, isn't it?" Chrissy softly said.

	"Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.

	"Let me look at you first," Chrissy said. "I've never seen a
boy in the daylight," she said, laughing. "In fact, the other night
with Jimmy was the first time any of the boys actually had their cock
out, and I didn't even get to see it then. If you're going to stick me
with that thing," she giggled, "at least let me take a look at it
first."

	With that, Chrissy pushed me down on my back, and leaning over
me on her elbows, looked right down at my exposed rockhard pole. She
touched my balls with her hand and I jerked my hips upward toward her
hand. Her finger tips stroked my bag all over, sending shivers through
my whole groin. She moved her hand up and touched the head of my cock,
rubbing the drops of pre-cum that accumulated there down over my
entire cock. "Am I doing this right?" she asked.

	"It all depends," I answered.

	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean that if you want to see me come all over the place,
you're doing exactly the right thing," I said hoarsely.

	"Do you want to come?"

	"Oh, God, Yes! But not this way. I'm so hot I'll come a whole
bucketful, but I want it all to go inside you. I want to feel your
pussy fill up with my juice - for you know how it feels to have love
juice squirt into you, to feel how my love pours out of me into you,
filling you to overflowing. I want to see my come run out of your
pussy and down all over your sweet little ass cheeks. I want us to
slide back and forth on each other, rubbing our whole bodies against
each other in a coating of my jizm."

	"Oh, Bobby, me too!" Chrissy said, and spread herself out on
top of me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and her legs spread out
on the outside of mine, clamping them in a sweet trap. My prick moved
between her legs and she held it tightly, caught between the spread
lips of her pussy.

	She stuck her tongue out all the way and lowered her mouth
down to mine. Her tongue was like liquid fire, licking all around my
mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a soft, flexible pry bar,
probing between my lips. Her tongue tip moved behind my lower lips and
ran back and forth with long sensual strokes. It bored into my open
mouth, avidly seeking its counterpart. It found the tip of my tongue
and flicked a tattooing drum beat against it. I was literally on fire
with desire, her tongue pushing my desire to ever-increasing heights.

	All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little
movements around and up and down. The motion had coaxed my cock to
give up a flood of pre-seminal flow and it now covered the entirety of
Chrissy's sexual center. The stream was flowing down to my balls and
coated them and ran down into the crack of my ass. I had never been so
wet before, even after shooting a full load of come. I couldn't help
but moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the sheer joy of
holding Chrissy against me.

	I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed
them. My finger tips probed between them, into the cream slickened
crevice. I ran my fingers up and down the valley that split her ass,
stroking across the little rose bud of her anal opening and then down
into the soft folds and creases of the feminine secret recesses hidden
between Chrissy's thighs.

	Involuntarily, my hips started matching the motion of hers,
and we moved against each other, our strokes becoming longer, more
insistent with each passing moment. "Oh, God, Chrissy, I'm getting so
close!" I managed to mutter.

	"So am I," Chrissy whispered. "But I don't want to come this
way. I want to come just how you described it - with you inside,
filling me, stroking me, and spurting me full of your man juice. Let's
do it right now. I don't want to wait a second longer. Bobby, do it to
me now. Show me right now what we're supposed to do."

	"Chrissy, it's probably going to hurt some the first time.
Are you ready for that?"

	"Yes, you big silly. I'm a girl, remember. Girls know about
that, and I'm ready. Besides, if it does hurt any, it won't hurt
nearly so much with you as it would with someone else. You just let
me be the one to worry about that and tell me what I'm supposed to do
now. How am I supposed to lay so you can do it to me the way that's
best for you?"

	"Just about like we are right now would the best way for your
first time," I replied. "Just sit up and then get on your knees so my
cock is just under your opening. Then just sit down on my cock, taking
it in a little at a time as you feel comfortable with it. That way, if
it starts to hurt, you can stop for a minute and let it stop hurting
before taking any more inside."

	Chrissy kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's just
why I wanted my first time to be with you, you sweet guy. I knew you'd
make it the best possible for me." She then sat up and taking both
hands moved my cock so that the head was lodged at the opening of her
tunnel of delight. She moved down on my cock, never breaking our eye
contact. She had a look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing
her thoughts on the penetration of my cock into her innermost
recesses.

	She took an inch into her and then stopped. I could feel the
tightness of her pussy around the head of my cock. It was hot, wet,
and glove-tight.

	After a few seconds, she moved down even more, engulfing
almost half of my seven cock inches. "Ummm!" was the only sound she
made. All this time she continued to stare into my eyes, as if seeking
a reflection of what was going on at the juncture of our bodies.

	After a few more seconds pause, Chrissy sat down fully on my
cock.

	Wet lock met wet lock. Pubic bone ground against pubic bone.
Chrissy sighed and whispered, "Oh, God!" She then leaned over,
brushing her breasts lightly against my chest, the nipples sending
waves of pleasure through both us as they brushed between our bodies.
Her mouth crushed against mine and she tongued my mouth and tried to
take all my lips into her mouth and suck on them.

	She broke the kiss, and whispered, "Bobby, it's all the way
in. I can feel you filling me up with your hardness. I can feel every
little ridge on your cock and feel it throbbing with each of your
heart beats. Having you in me is like satisfying a need I didn't know
I had. Oh, Bobby, it hardly hurt at all going in, and now it doesn't
hurt at all. Now is just feels sooo goooood."

	Chrissy sat up straight again, and we stayed in the position,
without moving, for several long minutes. Chrissy's breathing slowed
to near normal, and we both rested from the penetration effort.
Chrissy looked down at me and regained our direct eye contact.

	While she looked into my eyes, she smiled softly, secretly,
with an almost beatific expression. Her pussy was still so tight
around my cock I thought I would not be able to move it. Every ripple
and spasm of her pussy also swept through my cock, as if we were one
person, each completely a part of the other.

	Nature soon took over, though. Unable to hold still any
longer, Chrissy began little pelvic movements - small jerks, little
circles, barely perceptible up-and-down movements. My hips
reciprocated, and I made my own motions, matching pace with Chrissy's.

	Soon, our motions intensified, with Chrissy moving up and down
about two inches. Each motion brought me intense pleasure, with
Chrissy's glove-tight pussy grabbing and stroking my cock with each
movement. My pre-cum flow coupled with Chrissy's feminine pussy cream
lubricated her pussy walls, and the hot flow together with our passion
fires made me feel as though a hot fire burned at the point of our
sexual junction.

	"I can't believe how good this feels! It's heavenly!" Chrissy
hoarsely said. "Oh, Bobby, I knew it would good. I knew you would make
it good like this." Chrissy continued her movements, each stroke
getting longer and longer. All of my seven inches moved in and out of
her. Down hard to the base, bush meeting bush, and then up to where
the head was almost ready to pop out. Chrissy's breathing was growing
faster again, and her breath was beginning to come in gasps, not just
from the effort but also from the way she was obviously climbing up
the scale toward climax.

	Chrissy's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly my cock
popped out of her pussy with an audible popping sound. "Ohhh, Nooo-
o!" Chrissy cried. "Put it back in! Get it back into meeee!"

	I pushed Chrissy down and onto her back. I grabbed her legs
and pulled her to where her ass was just on the edge of the bed and
her pussy was just hanging over it. I held her legs high in the air
and spread them wide apart. My cock thrust out just in front of her
pussy. Wetly, the pussy lips gaped open, inviting my cock to plunge
between them, into the cream-saturated depths of Chrissy's womanhood.
I inserted just the head of my cock into the pulsing, throbbing
opening and holding it in one hand, I swirled it around and around,
stirring the creaming center of Chrissy's sopping pussy. Chrissy
moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Bobby! Do it to me! Fuck your little
sister hard!"

	I plunged my stiffened manhood into Chrissy in one hard
stroke, pushing in until the head of my cock lodged against her
cervix. I could hardly believe how tight she was and how hot her pussy
was as it clung and grasped at my cock, trying to keep it locked
within its depths. I withdrew all the way out to where my cockhead was
just inside her lips and then plunged in again. Chrissy's hips drove
up to me as I drove mine down to her. Our strokes met hard, each
grinding our sexes into the other. "Oh, Yes, yes, hard, hard!" Chrissy
moaned in a just-audible whisper.

	As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was building up
fast. The knowledge that it was my sister, my dear little Chrissy,
that I was fucking played mind games with me and gave me such a sense
of sheer sexual pleasure that I could not forgo the climax sweeping
over me. I jerked my penis out of Chrissy and held it over her
stomach.

	Suddenly, my cock was spurting, shooting out jet after jet of
my scalding jizm. It landed on Chrissy's breasts and ran over the
nipples and the sides. Come squirted all over her neck and stomach and
soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it was.

	Finally, the ejaculatory spasms ceased and come stopped
flowing. Chrissy's whole front, from neck to vee, as well as my hand
was covered with hot, white drops of my outpouring.

	Chrissy had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight. "So
that's how a boy comes," she said. She then took her hands and rubbed
my come all over her front, coating every inch. She especially rubbed
come into her breasts, loving the slick, lubrication it provided. I
took my come-coated hand and rubbed it all over my front, covering my
chest and stomach. We were now both coated in a film of my masculine
lubrication.

	My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my orgasm.
It was still rigidly hard and still throbbed. It was almost as if I
hadn't even come. Desire still welled up in my groin; I was ready to
do it all over again. I guided my cock back into Chrissy's now come-
covered pussy and reamed it into her woman hole. She pushed up against
me, eager to restart the lover's ride just ended. I began the see-saw,
up-and-down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to increase the pleasure.

	And pleasure it was. Despite my have just come, my cock was
anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to new climatic heights. I
was no less horny now than I had been before coming. I felt I could
fuck forever.

	I lay down on Chrissy and rubbed our naked bodies together-
slick, come-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each other. Her
breasts were so slick and slippery they turned in little circles
against my chest. Wet belly slipped against wet belly, and come-soaked
pubic hair interlocked and interwove together. I was one of the most
voluptuous experiences I had ever had.

	Chrissy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and held
me tight. Her legs came up and locked around my back. Our thrusts
were in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing forward, each in
time with the other. Come-slippery skin moved against the other's
skin, adding to the pleasure.

	Chrissy's movements became almost frantic. She was moving her
hips in circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with such force I
was fearful she would hurt herself. She was crying and moaning at the
same time, ecstatic sounds of almost unbearable pleasure. My movements
increased in their pace also, and I was groaning in pleasure.

	As our peaks approached, our mouths hungrily sought each
other, wanting to imitate the action below. We brought our wide-open
mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with an
abandon neither had ever before experienced.

	I reached under us and grasped Chrissy's buttocks. I caressed
and kneaded them, ran my fingers down their deep crease, and then
pulled her pelvis up tight against me. We were both so close, so
close. I pulled back, and holding her buttocks firmly in my hands,
pushed hard into Chrissy's creamy cavity. Over and over, in and out,
harder and harder. Each time, Chrissy's juice poured out of her and
down the crease of her ass into my hands. Her whole buttocks as well
as our fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of our love juices.

	The muscles in Chrissy's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and
hard. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing it. She
jerked her mouth from mine and cried, "Oh, God! I'm there! I'm coming,
I'm coming so hard!" Her buttocks started quivering and spasms tore
through her abdomen, shuddering her body over and over. She was
panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hips pushed up
and back, over and over again, just a little less with each movement.
Gradually they slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm began to
fade.

	I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into
her pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel. My climax
was building up fast and my cock began the throbbing and swelling that
occur just before orgasm. Chrissy looked up at me and started
reciprocating, pushing me higher and higher.

	Suddenly, with hardly any warning, I was there, over the edge,
coming hard. Once more, come came jetting out of my cock, only this
time into Chrissy. I could feel the slippery come flow over and around
my cock, making it hot and and slick. White foam came out of Chrissy's
pussy as I drove in and out, forcing the come out of her already
filled hole. Chrissy whispered, "I can feel you coming, Bobby. You're
spurting into me, filling me. God, it's so hot and slick. Oh, Bobby, I
gonna come again! Bobby, don't stop! Keep going, don't stop!"

	I kept right on driving in and out, my come starting to lessen
its flow. Chrissy had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own
pleasure. She humped against me, and then I could see the muscles
across her stomach draw tight. Her pussy clamped down on my cock
again, squeezing it. Still, I continued my cock action, concerned now
with giving Chrissy even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time was as
great as the one just passed, and Chrissy murmured, "Yes, yes, I did
it again. Again, and it was so good."

	Chrissy opened her eyes and looked up at me. The hero worship
was still there in her eyes, but also something else, something new,
not seen before. I realized that she was seeing me as lover as well as
brother, and this added a new dimension to our relationship. I saw
her, too, as a lover - a lovely lover from out of my dreams. I said to
Chrissy, in a soft whisper, "Chrissy, that was better than any dream
could ever be."

	Chrissy nodded, and smiled. She pulled me down to her and
kissed me. Then she pushed me over to my side and threw her leg over
my hip. All this time my cock had remained buried in Chrissy's pussy,
slowly going down from the orgasm. Face to face, sex to sex, Chrissy
kissed me again and whispered, "Oh, Bobby, Bobby, my brother, my
lover. Thank you, Bobby. Thank you. I'm sure that there will never be
another time like that in my life. Thank you for making it so good for
me."

	Her hips were working in little motions and I realized that my
cock had fully regained it hardness. Chrissy kissed me lightly on the
cheek and smiling, said, "Bobby, there's lots of stuff you need to
teach me about sex, and we've got all weekend. Would you mind showing
me more?"

	I didn't mind, of course. I spent the weekend not only telling
Chrissy about all aspects of sex, but, most importantly, showing her.

	As we both learned, a show-and-tell is worth ten thousand
words.