Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 15:57:16 -0600 From: Erin <tranquility32@hotmail.com> Subject: Family Games part 1 Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It contains depictions of sexual acts between minors and incest. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments are welcome to tranquility32@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear what people think and constructive criticism is fine, but I'd rather not be bitched out if you simply didn't like it. Enjoy! ----------------- Things started happening in our family about a year ago. Actually, technically that's not true. My brother and I were playing together when we were just kids. David and I have always been really close. He's four years older than me and I think, normally, siblings that far apart in age have a harder time getting along. For whatever reason though, he and I were always comfortable with each other and had a great time together. I suppose I should clarify that my name is Erin and for those interested, I'm about 5'6", go about 130 lbs., and have dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. I turned 18 about a month ago. We live on a lot that has a pretty big yard behind the house and is bordered by woods. Our dad got permission from the owner of the wooded land to put up a tree house for David and me. Because the area was somewhat secluded and my brother has always been protective of me, our parents let us play on our own all the time. We would spend hours in that tree house seemingly hidden away from the world. When I was about six, we discovered the game of doctor. David had begun exploring the world of masturbation with the help of his friends. One of those friends, though I never did find out where this friend learned all he did, told David about girls. Since I was the nearest one and we were so close anyway, David decided to see what he could learn from me. I still remember the first time we played. "Why don't we play doctor?" he asked with excitement. We had been playing together for most of the morning and were bored with whatever game we were currently engaged in. "What's that?" I asked. "Well, we pretend we're sick and one of us is the doctor and checks the other out." "How?" "Remember when Mom took you in because you had such a bad cold and the doctor felt your throat and back and stuff and listened to you breathe?" "Yeah," I said. "Like that. Here, you just say that you're not feeling good and I'll check you out and then give you some pills to help you get better." He pulled a box of Tic Tacs out of his pocket and shook it. "Okay," I said. "Okay, you go over by the door and I'll get `the office' ready." I moved over to the doorway and watched as he set up "the office." Because we spent so much time in the tree house, we had it pretty well stocked. He pulled over a couple of the padded mats we used for laying on, stacked them, and then grabbed a pillow. He kneeled at the side of the mats, pleased with his work. "'Kay, all set. Just walk over and say you don't feel good and then I'll examine you." He smiled over at me. I walked over with my hand on my stomach and moaned like I was in pain. "Doctor, I don't feel good," I said. "Hmm, okay," he replied, suddenly businesslike. "Why don't you lay down and we'll see." I laid down on the makeshift bed and looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. David reached out and put his hands on my neck and kind of felt around. A little giggle escaped my lips and he stopped and looked down, questioning. "It tickles," I said and smiled up at him. He smiled back at me and moved his hands down to my ribs, fanning his fingers over the small bones. Then he rotated his hands so his fingers covered my immature breasts and started lightly rubbing me. I felt my breath coming a little faster though I didn't understand why. David looked down at me again and said in his doctor voice, "How does that feel?" "Good," I said, a little breathlessly, forgetting I was supposed to be sick. Then David's hands moved down lower and he felt over my stomach and down to my thighs. He began rubbing again and I felt his hands slowly inch closer to the center of my legs. Next thing I knew, his fingers had slipped between my legs and were feeling and rubbing my young pussy through my pink shorts. My breath caught in my throat. "David, you're not supposed to touch me there," I breathed. His eyes lifted back to my face from where his hands were. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. I held his gaze for a few long seconds before slowly shaking my head "no." Where he was touching and how he was rubbing felt inexplicably good. I closed my eyes on a sigh and relaxed, my legs falling apart. He kept rubbing me, eliciting little moans from my throat. Suddenly I felt his fingers stop and dazedly realized that he was unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. My eyes flew open and locked on his, uncertain, but he smiled and whispered, "It's okay." That was all the assurance I needed from my big brother. Everything was okay and I trusted him completely. His hands slowly worked my shorts down to my knees and then he reached for my underwear. I almost felt as though I was in a trance as I just went along with whatever he wanted to do. Once my underwear was down around my knees with my shorts, David spread my legs as far apart as my shorts would allow. The game of doctor was all but forgotten. His hands slid up my thighs again and gently touched my puffy, young pussy lips. He felt them, rubbed them, spread them apart. He found the little hole of my cunt and tried to push a finger in until a grunt of discomfort from me stopped him. He explored my prepubescent pussy for what seemed like a long time, my chest rising and falling quickly from my excitement at his touch, before he finally sat back and absently rubbed his crotch. He looked at me for another minute or so and then gently pulled my underwear and shorts back into place. I sat up on the mats unsure of what to do now. David grinned at me and I noticed him rubbing his crotch again. He saw where my eyes had moved to and his smile widened. "Do you want to see me?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. We traded places and he laid down and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down. His briefs had a bulge in them and slowly he pulled the waistband down, exposing his 10-year-old cock to me for the first time. I was fascinated with the sight before me. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked softly, his eyes intent. I nodded again, unable to say anything. He reached out and grabbed my hand. When he brought it to his dick, I wrapped my fingers around the warm, hard flesh like he guided me to. I was amazed at and reveled in the feel of silky smoothness over hardness underneath. I felt around for a little while and then David once again guided my fingers around him, wrapped his own hand over mine, and began moving our hands up and down. "Like this," he whispered. "Then it feels really good." We sat there like that, both of us jacking him off. His free hand slid up his chest and rubbed over his nipples. His breathing was becoming faster and I realized that mine was, too. I also noticed that I had that tickling feeling between my legs like I had when David was touching me and my own hand wandered south and absently rubbed between my legs. Suddenly, David's hand started urging me to go faster and he began lifting his hips upward. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop, Erin, don't stop!" he panted. I felt his dick get even harder in my hand and begin twitching and pulsing. His hips pushed up again, hard, and stayed lifted off the floor until the twitching in his cock had stopped. He stopped my hand and pulled it off, saying that he was too sensitive right now. He lay there catching his breath and then pulled his pants back up. David smiled up at me again and sat up. He reached out, pulled me towards him, and leaned in for a kiss. His lips lingered over mine a little longer than usual, but it felt good. I leaned back and said cheerfully, "That was fun! Can we play again soon?" David laughed and said, "Sure, why not." He looked like he was thinking for a moment and then asked, "You know what would make it even more fun?" "What?" I asked, excitedly. "We could make it our secret game. Something that was just between the two of us because we're brother and sister." Always easy to persuade and completely trusting the big brother I adored, I answered with a happy, "Okay!" And so our adventures together began. --------------------- More to come if there's interest. Part 2 is just in need of some final editing.