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                             TEACHING LITTLE SISTER

                        An Incest Fantasy by Day Dreamer


     At sixteen,  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  youthful  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  conversa- tions 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
problems.'"

     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
under- stand 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 girl- friend, 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 whisper- ed, "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 engirded 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 explora-
tion.   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 conceal-  ing  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!"

     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 first- hand 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, trans- parent 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 unarched 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 gig-  gled,
"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 rock- hard 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 jism."

     "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 reflec- tion 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,   noooo!"  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 jism.   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.

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