21 comments/ 170445 views/ 50 favorites Making Krissy Proud By: alan556 I thought you'd like to hear about the first time I had sex with my sister. She and I are very close, but we never would have had sex if it hadn't been for my girlfriend Krissy. I'll tell you the whole story, but first let me tell you about my sister and I. My sister Amy is a very pretty girl, but not the petite cheerleader type. Amy is a tall girl with a wonderful smile and stunningly beautiful blue eyes. Her hair is brown and naturally wavy, like mine, but she likes it straightened and cut fairly short. She has a small piercing in her nose with a blue stud that accentuates her eyes. Amy has big full breasts that most girls would envy, but she finds them annoying because of all the wrong kind of attention they attract from boys. (I'd never seen her breasts, of course, but I'd tried to imagine them.) Amy is still living at home with Mom and Dad, though she graduated from high school two years ago and commutes to the local college. She and I are Army brats, which means we moved around from Army base to Army base as we were growing up. Two years here, two years there... Georgia, Texas, Virginia, California twice, Germany, and even Panama and Japan. When you move around so much, you never develop a network of friends, so Amy and I became each other's best friends. We were well suited for that kind of close relationship, I think, because of the strong sense of family my parents gave us. Kids on an Army base can be a rough crowd, and Amy and I survived and thrived because we worked well as a team, each always watching the other's back. We depended on each other for company, support, advice, and strength -- and a general sense of protection against the world. Some of my earliest memories are of the way Amy used to look up to me, her big strong brother, with adoring eyes. We are still a tight-knit team, seeing or talking to each other nearly daily, sharing our lives, giving advice, laughing together, and watching each other's backs. She doesn't look up to me so much anymore—she's as tall as I am now-- but she still adores me, and the feeling is mutual. Amy's not a virgin. There have been two steady boyfriends that she's slept with (both of whom I introduced her to, by the way), and there's another guy, Allen, who she claims is a just-friend, but there is a "with benefits" element to their friendship. Though we talk freely about nearly everything, sex is the one exception, so I know she's had sex but have no details. It's the one conversational taboo. The only one. Amy and I are as affectionate together as a brother and sister can be. We always hug and kiss when greeting each other and again when saying goodbye, and never end a phone call without a heart-felt "I love you." But we never would have had sex if it weren't for my girlfriend Krissy. Never, never, never. I met Krissy last May at a party at the house of a friend from work. I didn't know many people there and finally found Josh. Josh was hardly a best buddy, just enough that we'd say "Hi" when we saw each other at work, but since he was pretty much the only person I knew at the party, we began chatting, mostly about work stuff. It was kind of a boring party and I was getting ready to leave when Josh waved to somebody who'd just walked in the door. When she came over to us, I saw the family resemblance immediately, so I wasn't surprised when Josh introduced her as his sister. That's how I met Krissy. Krissy is a striking, unusual girl -- attractive, tall and a little thin, with auburn hair down to her shoulders. She has a cute funny nose, a little bent, just like Josh. She wears glasses, which I always find attractive on a woman, and has a friendly smile. I guessed that she was two or three years younger than Josh and a couple years older than me. Josh went to go get a beer and left us alone, and suddenly the party was a lot more fun. Krissy and I hit it off immediately. It was a big improvement to go from talking to a guy about work to flirting with a pretty girl. Krissy and I spent the whole evening together, laughing and chatting and flirting for hours. When the party wound down, she invited me to come back to her apartment. She didn't have to ask me twice. I followed her in my car and we went into her apartment. As soon as she closed the door, I took a chance and put my arms around her and gave her a kiss. She responded immediately and voraciously and started unbuttoning my shirt, so I returned the favor. There's a certain wonderful pleasure in the first time you explore the body of a new woman. It's one of life's great pleasures, and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, so I took my time. I started with her breasts, and cupped them in my hands, exploring their roundness and soft smooth texture. They were, perhaps, B-size, with nipples that weren't large but were remarkably long and hard, pointing straight at me, inviting my lips. But that had to wait because I wanted first to stroke them with my thumbs. So I moved my hands gently around each breast, first brushing my thumb against the nipple, then more directly massaging it, feeling its hardness. Only then did I allow my mouth to touch them, licking, and eventually sucking. I could tell by the look on her face that I had done the right thing. As I later learned, the way to Krissy's heart is through her nipples. As much as I wanted to keep my lips on her breasts, there was something I wanted more, so I moved my mouth back to hers and we began to kiss. Krissy took a moment to take off her glasses, then came back and her tongue was soft in my mouth, not filling my mouth but just gently playing with the tip of my own tongue. It was wonderfully erotic and we continued this way while we each opened each other's belts and unzipped our jeans. We broke the kiss just long enough to quickly remove our shoes, jeans, and underwear, then our lips met again and we picked up where we'd left off. Now it was time to explore the rest of Krissy's body. As we kissed, my hands roamed down her back and, finally, to her butt, which I held softly in both hands, feeling the same soft smooth round texture that I had enjoyed with her breasts. By now, her hands were on my cock, which was, of course, fully hard. So I moved my own hand between her legs. Krissy opened up a little to let me in, and I could feel her wetness inside, and I lingered there, exploring the labia, the clit, and a little of the inside of her vagina. There is no feeling of softness quite like the inside of a pretty girl's vagina. I knew that I'd have plenty of time later to explore her vagina, so I moved my hands again, this time exploring her thigh, her side, her stomach, and even her belly-button. Finally, I moved my hands to her shoulders, neck, prettily bent nose, and lips—especially her lips, completing the exploration of her body. It wasn't long till we were on her bed with Krissy's legs open and me on top of her. It was a real pleasuring having sex with Krissy. Unlike many girls who just lie there and let the man do all the work, Krissy was pumping as hard as I was. Our lips were locked together in kisses, our tongues playing together, and we moved our hips in rhythm, her lifting her hips at each stroke to meet me half way. She started pumping faster and I knew she was trying to make me cum, so I kept up with her and soon had a good hard orgasm that left me panting and sweating. I rolled off and we lay side by side, smiling at each other and lightly kissing. After a little while, Krissy said to me, "You know I've never done this before." I thought she meant she'd never had sex before, which was surely a joke, so I laughed and she knew what I was laughing at. "I didn't mean that!" She gave me a dirty look and a little slap on my head, then laughed. "I meant that I've never slept with a guy that I'd just met. I don't want you to think that I'm a slut or anything." I wasn't sure I believed her, but I reassured her that I was honored and certainly didn't think she was a slut. I told her how pretty she was, how much I enjoyed the sex with her, and how I much I enjoyed her pointy nipples. She particularly liked the part about the nipples and moved my hand so that I was kneading them, and soon, I was kissing them too. I could tell she was ready for another round, so I moved her hand to my cock and she started stroking it. She was working me like a pro now, with heavy passionate kisses and hands all over my body. She got on top of me and gently stroked, then firmly sucked, on my cock till I was hard, her crotch in my face to give me the best possible view. Then she rearranged us so that I could mount her. This time, instead of kissing her, I sucked her nipples, and I lasted for much longer this time. When we were finished, we wrapped ourselves around each other, kissed and talked a little, then went to sleep. We'd slept for a while when I woke up in the middle of a sex dream, and, when I became alert, noticed Krissy lying next to me and remembered where I was. I was completely hard again, and started fiddling with her nipple, hoping she'd wake up. When she did, she smiled at me and I kept working her nipples. Soon she climbed on top of me and rode me. I was, of course, massaging her nipples, and when I found just the right way to do it, I saw her face change and her eyes open wide. It was a loud, long cum—it turns out she's a screamer. It was the middle of the night, and I felt sorry for the neighbors, so I made sure my own cum was nice and quiet. Krissy and I woke up mid-morning and Krissy went to make breakfast, still naked. In the kitchen, I watched her bouncing around the kitchen and I made my decision. As she was washing a dish at the sink, I approached her and hugged her from behind. Then my hands went around her and massaged her boobs and nipples while I kissed her neck. She asked what I was doing, but when she turned around and saw my erection, my goal was obvious. Krissy was enjoying the attention. She looked at me sympathetically and said, "I'm detecting a bit of pent-up horniness here. Has it been a long time?" She was right. It had been a long drought for me -- nearly a year—and Krissy was going to be the beneficiary of it. I nodded and said, "I hope you don't mind." She gave me a big smile, and said "Too bad for you, but that means all the more for me!" She led me to the kitchen table, bent over, and gave me a perfect view of her butt and her open and inviting pussy lips smiling at me. Looking at the stick of butter on the table, I considered taking her anally, but decided not to press my luck. She raised up on her tip-toes to make it easier for me, and I entered her the normal way, from behind. I pumped her slowly at first, gently stroking her butt. As I started going faster, I saw Krissy using one hand to massage her nipple while the other hand steadied her position on the table, and she was giving soft moans of pleasure. She told me that she didn't need to cum again and I should "let it fly," so I did, cumming with soft spasms, then collapsing on top of her, hugging her from behind. After we rested for a few moments, we re-arranged, and she faced me and we hugged. "Is four times too much for you?" I asked. "Are you kidding?" she asked, smiling broadly, "I'm just getting started." We both laughed, hugged some more, and finished breakfast. After breakfast, we went to the shower. I focused on carefully washing her nipples and her pussy and it wasn't long till, amazingly enough, I got hard again. Krissy looked me in the eyes as she gently stroked my cock with soapy hands. "You need it again? That's five times now. That's a lot of horniness saved up. How long has it been for you?" I knew the answer immediately. "Since the morning of June 18." "Wow, that's pretty precise. I guess it's a day that sticks out in your memory. Did something big happen that day—other than getting laid?" "It's the day my old girlfriend broke up with me." I paused. "She did it while I was still lying on top of her." I immediately regretting saying so much, and I decided not to talk about it any more. It's not a smart move to talk about old girlfriends this early in a relationship with a new one. Krissy grimaced. "Ouch! That's a tough way to do it. That's a shame." She looked away from me, still idly stroking my cock, then looked back. "It may sound like a cliché," she continued, "but any girl who would do that is somebody you're better off without." She was right, of course, and I had known that. Amy had said the exact same thing, even using the same words. In truth, I was happier and more relaxed - but hornier - since I'd broken up with the bitch, but I didn't say anything about that now. Krissy went on, "That's a long time to go without sex. You didn't have a friend you could call up for a quickie?" I shook my head. "You're pretty good at picking up girls at parties. Not even that?" "Not even that." I gave a lame smile and tried not to think about what happened a year ago. Krissy brightened up. "Well, I can't take back the lost year, but I can help you out now. How about if I blow you after we get out of the shower? That should solve your problem, for a few hours at least." She looked at my erection, still in her soapy hand. "Can you wait that long?" It was a nice offer. I really didn't want her to stop stroking me, but I couldn't turn down a blow job. "Hmmm..." I hesitated as if I were thinking hard. "I guess I can wait, if it's a quick shower." And I gave Krissy a big smile. It wasn't a quick shower. We spent a long time hugging and kissing and touching and washing each other. I washed Krissy's hair and rinsed it out. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, and her nipples, and gently washed her butt. But after a while, the water started getting cold, so we had to get out. As we finished drying off, I brought us back to the topic. "What about you?" "What about what?" she answered. "When's the last time you had sex?" "Not as long as you," she answered, not looking at me. "When?" I asked. She was trying to evade the question and I wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Well, I'm not sure, but I think it was about half an hour ago. I seem to remember being bent over a kitchen table. I think you were there." She smiled. I frowned. "You know what I mean. Before me." The smile went away and she looked intently at me, as if she was deciding how much she wanted to say. So I prodded her, "Come on, I told you!" She paused for many moments. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she answered calmly. "Yesterday morning." I was caught by surprise. "Yesterday? You had sex yesterday morning?" I was vaguely jealous, even though it made no sense to be jealous of something that happened before she even met me, even though it was just a few hours before. Krissy nodded and smiled, and continued looking intently at me to see how I was reacting to the news. My heart sank as I figured out what this meant. "Who with? Do you have a boyfriend?" I silently even considered the possibility that she might have a husband, and I checked her finger for a white spot where a ring would have been. It wasn't there. "No, nothing like that. I'm not cheating on anybody. There's nothing to worry about. It's ok. Really," she answered. For some reason, I really wanted to know who she'd had sex with yesterday. I considered other possibilities and smiled to myself. "A girlfriend maybe?" I asked. "It's ok if you're bisexual—I'm ok with that." Krissy laughed. "No girlfriend, no boyfriend, no fuck-buddy, no one-night stand. No nothing. Really—it's nothing to worry about. Let's change the subject. " That pretty much exhausted all the possibilities. Except one. I smiled widely, smirking a little. "Sex with a battery-operated friend, or maybe a rubber one? It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody does it." Now she laughed hard. "I like to masturbate as much as anybody else, and yes, I have a battery-operated friend. But masturbation doesn't count as having sex. Nice try." Then she got serious. "Listen. I just met you and don't feel comfortable telling you the details of my sex life. What matters is that I'm here with you this weekend, and I'll be with you all next weekend-- if you're willing. I promise I won't have sex with anybody else between now and then. That's what's important. I promise. Really. I promise." Krissy came to me and we embraced, and she buried her head in my shoulder. I held her while I tried to sort out my thoughts. Then, after a few moments, she said softly into my shoulder -- so softly that I could barely hear—"I might masturbate though." We both laughed and broke the hug. She gave me a kiss on the nose and a sincere look. She paused, and I didn't know what to think, and she interrupted my thoughts. "Are you ready for that blow job now?" I looked down at my now-limp cock, shrugged, and decided it wouldn't work. "It's a nice offer but I think I'm ok for now. Maybe later." And then I realized that she'd asked me to be with her all next weekend, and I perked up. So we dressed, and spent the rest of the day together, going down to the river and renting a canoe. Krissy invited me to come back the next weekend, and we agreed that I'd come over after work Friday and stay till Sunday afternoon. When evening came, I went home to sleep because we both had to go to work early the next day, and our first weekend together was over. As soon as I got home, I called up my sister to tell her all the news. I skipped the sex details, of course. (She is, after all, my sister.) After she congratulated me on meeting Krissy, we turned our attention to the question of who Krissy's partner had been Saturday morning. What kind of a partner was not a husband, not a boyfriend, not a girlfriend, not a friend-with-benefits, not a one-night stand, and not a vibrator? What else was there? We were silent for a few moments, then Amy had an idea. "Does she have a really big dog?" We both started giggling, and I assured her that there was no dog. We were quiet a little longer. Then Amy was serious. "Maybe it was with a, you know, paying customer?" I thought for a moment. "You think she's a prostitute?" I asked. "They're called sex workers now. I don't know. It's something to consider." That caught me by surprise. It was true that Krissy was very skilled in bed, and it was easy to think of her skill as "professional quality". On the other hand, it didn't seem right. She had volunteered that she had never had sex before with somebody she just met. I didn't ask her about that—she brought the topic up on her own, and she seemed like an honest and open person. And she'd promised me that she wouldn't have sex with anybody else all this week. That didn't sound like a prostitute. No, that didn't seem like the likely answer. We didn't have any other ideas, so we talked for a while, then told each other "I love you," and hung up. I went to bed. I told myself that Krissy was certainly not a whore, but I have to admit that a couple days later I went on the Internet, searching local escort sites to see if I could find her photo. She wasn't there. I decided that, no, that wasn't the answer to the puzzle. Probably not. The next weekend was as wonderful as the first. The sex was, of course, great, but we also found that we were becoming good friends and we enjoyed each other's company even when we weren't in bed. Often we'd sit together, hugging and kissing, fully clothed, and completely enjoying ourselves. I thought about asking again who she'd had sex with that Saturday morning, but I knew she didn't want to tell me so I kept quiet. When she invited me to come back the following weekend, I readily agreed. I didn't ask, but she volunteered again the promise that she wouldn't have sex with anyone else during the week. That didn't sound like something a prostitute would say. Making Krissy Proud That third weekend, I introduced Krissy to my sister. The three of us went out to lunch together and the two girls hit it off immediately, just as Krissy and I had the night we met. They talked about everything from sports teams to the restaurant menu and never ran out of things to say. They discovered that Krissy played a lot of racquetball and Amy wanted to learn, so Krissy offered to teach her. In the short span of an hour or two, it seemed as though Krissy had become sort of a big sister to Amy. Amy was, of course, dying to ask Krissy if she was a prostitute, or at least who the Saturday sex partner had been, but she couldn't do that, so she steered the conversation to Krissy's work. There were no red flags and no reason to think that Krissy did any work other than the normal type. The mystery continued. It was clear that Amy was very pleased with Krissy, and I was glad. I trust Amy's judgment on girls. I think she has more sense than I do. She knew immediately that my ex-girlfriend (the one who dumped me June 18) was trouble, and was the first one to name her "the bitch." I should have listened to her. It seems like whenever I ignore Amy's advice, I eventually regret it. On the way out of the restaurant, my sister took me aside and whispered, "This one's a keeper." I agreed; then, she added, "even if she is a whore." We both laughed, of course, because neither of us thought that she actually was. But we had no clue what the real story was. That weekend, when I was getting ready to go home Sunday evening, I asked Krissy when we would get together next Friday. She paused, and gave me one of those we-have-to-talk looks, and my heart sank. It didn't seem likely that she would be breaking up with me, but my mind raced and I prepared for the worst. Then she told me, "My brother is coming over Friday, so I won't be able to see you until Saturday." This didn't seem like such a big deal, and I was relieved. She wasn't inviting me to join them Friday and that was ok. She wanted to spend some time with her brother Josh. No big deal. "I can come over after he goes home Friday" I suggested hopefully. She was quiet for a moment, then carefully watched my face when she spoke. "He sleeps over. He won't be going home till Saturday morning." She had that look again, and I was puzzled. He only lives about two miles away so it is hardly a big trip to go home. Why would he sleep over? Krissy hesitated, then she spilled it, looking me intently in the eye. "You remember I told you I'd had sex the morning before we met, but I wouldn't tell you who with?" How could I forget? I nodded, gradually understanding what she was getting at. "With your brother?" I asked hesitantly. She nodded. I was stunned and couldn't speak. I tried to make sure my face was emotionless, so she wouldn't think I was disapproving or judgmental. So she told me more. "About once a month or so, Josh and I have our special time together. We go out for a long dinner somewhere and come back to my place and talk and make love and sleep together. Usually we do it again in the morning too." She wasn't giving me all the details, but I didn't want to hear any more right now. "That's what happened the night before you and I met." I had no idea what to say, and she went on. "I hope you won't be jealous because I really like you and don't want you to be upset. It's something we've been doing, Josh and I, for a long time and we both really look forward to it. My brother has been my best friend since we were little and I love him dearly and the sex is a big part of that." What could I say? She clearly wasn't asking me if it was ok. She was informing me, not asking me. My only choices were to be jealous or not to be jealous. I didn't know quite what to say. Krissy repeated what she'd said. "I really like you and hope you won't be jealous. Please don't worry and don't be upset. Come over Saturday morning and I'll make breakfast for you and Josh. OK?" I nodded, and she gave me a big long kiss, then a light kiss on the nose. "Thank you for understanding." And I left. It was a long drive home, a long night trying to fall asleep, and a long time the next day trying to concentrate on my work. I didn't call my sister Sunday night because I didn't want to unload that kind of information on the phone, so I waited till Monday when I would see her in person. Monday evening, I had dinner with my sister and told her the answer to the puzzle. When I told my Amy of Krissy and Josh's "special relationship", she at first thought I was kidding. When I assured her I wasn't, she had the expected reaction -- not knowing what to say. She just looked at me kind of funny and her face blushed, which she rarely does. It isn't often that Amy is speechless. Neither one of us said it, but I'm sure we both were trying to imagine the concept of a brother and sister, close life-long friends just like us, having sex together-- trying to fit it into our understanding of what a brother-sister team is like. I tried to be calm that week. Krissy and I spoke on the phone nearly every night, and she asked me how I was doing with the new information, and reassured me that she wasn't trying to blow me off or anything like that. She really wanted me to come over Saturday morning and stay until Sunday. Every evening she called to reassure me, and I was glad she did. When Saturday morning arrived, I didn't know what to expect. Would they want to talk about their "special relationship" or should I just avoid The Topic and pretend like nothing was happening? I was nervous and edgy. Amy advised me not to over-think the situation and not to arrive with a plan—just to go and have breakfast with two friends, Krissy and Josh. So that's what I did. When I arrived, Krissy and Josh were both dressed. What did I think -- that they'd still be naked and she'd be bent over the kitchen table? Josh was friendly and chatty as usual. Krissy was cooking French toast. When we sat down to eat, Josh broke the ice with The Topic. He told me that my reaction was pretty common. Nobody knows what to say. I learned that they don't consider their relationship a secret, and the information is semi-public. They don't tell people who would be weird-ed out, and they don't tell people who would think they were disgusting perverts. But all their friends know. As the conversation continued, I calmed down. They were so relaxed that it was hard to stay tense. I asked if their parents know, and they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Josh explained, "Everybody asks that. It's kind of a running joke with us, when we tell somebody, guessing how long before they ask that. You lasted longer than most people. Most people only make it about a minute." Krissy gave the answer. "They know. They've known all along." They she laughed and gave me a knowing look. "I'm not the quietest person in bed, you know. It's tough to keep a secret." That was the truth. I'm sure everybody within a mile radius knows it when Krissy is having an orgasm. Sometimes I wonder what her neighbors think. Over the next months as I became closer with Krissy and Josh, I gradually learned more. The first thing I learned is that their "unusual relationship" isn't that unusual. Many of their friends had confessed to incestuous relationships with siblings and cousins. When they find out about Krissy and Josh, they have somebody to tell who won't think they're strange or disgusting. Most of them haven't had full intercourse, but there is a lot more nude modeling, "accidental" exposures, anatomical exploration, mutual masturbation, and nipple licking going on than you would think, both between brothers and sisters and same-sex siblings. Krissy explained it once. "Lots of girls don't have brothers or close cousins, of course. And a lot of girls don't get along with their brothers or fight with them all the time. But when I tell a girl who has a brother -- one that she gets along with -- almost always she eventually starts confessing the things she's done to turn him on, or the things they've done together, or whatever. You know, like arranging to get 'caught' undressed, or leaving the bathroom door a little open, spying on him when he's playing with himself -- that kind of stuff. Lots of you-show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine stuff. Not just when they're little, but as teenagers too. Penises, erections, ejaculations are really interesting to a teenage girl. I don't know one girl who didn't try to get a good look, and most succeeded. God, I can't tell you how many girls tell me about playing with their brother's cock." Krissy paused for a moment and continued, "Come to think of it, it's about the same as the number of girls that tell me about their brother playing with their boobs. I guess they go together, cocks and boobs." Truer words were never spoken. I don't think I've ever heard it explained quite so simply. It was eye-opening to learn that sex play wasn't that unusual and that girls thought that way about their brothers. I certainly never imagined that my own sister was thinking those things. Maybe she was. ------------- One evening when Krissy and I were in bed together, she gave me some of the more intimate details of sex with her brother. She told me that Josh has a fairly small cock, but has a certain way of moving it inside her that drives her crazy. She nearly always has huge screaming orgasms when they have sex—sometimes two or three in one night. They like to use the man-on-top (missionary) position and he's the only guy who has ever been able to give her an orgasm in that position. I asked her to show me how he does it, or how it feels for her, but she couldn't. She doesn't know what he does that drives her so wild and she couldn't describe it. Maybe over time we'll figure it out together. Over the next weeks, we spent a lot of time with Josh, and often with his wife Holly too. (Did I forget to tell you that Josh is married?) Once, when she and I were alone, I asked Holly what she though of Josh and Krissy's relationship. She told me it was sweet that a brother and sister loved each other so much and were so close. She wasn't jealous because she never had to worry about Josh leaving her for Krissy, which she would have to worry about if it were another woman. Amy and I thought it through and decided that Holly was right. Even though our own brother-sister relationship didn't turn out that way, it was good for Krissy and her brother. It was sweet and, in a strange way, innocent, and there was no reason for me to be jealous. I tried not to be jealous or worried. My sister helped me, and I really tried. One weekend late in July, we decided that Josh, Holly, Krissy and I would rent a house in the mountains for the weekend and go hiking, so Josh arranged a house rental. We drove up Friday evening, unpacked the car and carried the daypacks and groceries into the house. Taking a tour around, I noticed that there were two bedrooms. One had a king bed and one had bunk beds. I wondered what were the sleeping arrangements going to be, but I didn't say anything. Krissy and Holly brought out the wine and cheese and we sat around the barbeque cooking the burgers. The sun set, we drank more wine, and eventually Krissy announced it was time for us all to go to bed. She stood up, took her brother's hand, and the two of them headed off to the king-size bedroom. I was briefly annoyed, and a little jealous, until Holly also stood up, took my hand, and led me off to the same bedroom. All four of us were together. Krissy lit a number of candles and arranged them by the side of the bed and turned off the light. Holly put her arms around me and gave me a long lingering kiss, her tongue entering my mouth and her hands lifting off my t-shirt. Not a word was spoken as she moved me down to sit on the bed, took off my shoes, opened my shorts and took them off. I could see Krissy and Josh kissing and undressing each other, but my attention was focused on Holly. She took a break to quickly take off her own clothes. Her large boobs with brown nipples swung free of her bra, her shorts and panties came off, and she was as naked as Josh, Krissy, and I. I had never seen Holly naked before, and once again, I had the wonderful opportunity to explore a new woman's body. As I did it, I remembered my first time with Krissy and couldn't help comparing the two. Holly's breasts are big and bouncy with large soft nipples, just as pretty but completely different than Krissy's small pointy ones. I used my hands to cup her breasts in my hands and watch how they move. I kissed them and lightly licked the nipples, and pulled at the nipples a little with my lips. Then I moved my hands on her back and her butt, smooth but less muscular that Krissy's, feeling the soft fullness, and I brought my hand into her crotch from behind and touched her pussy. I could feel her pubic hair against my thighs. Holly and I were kissing now, her tongue more heavily in my mouth that Krissy's was. Our tongues played together, almost wrapped around each other, and we kissed intently. Then Holly took her lips from mine, laid me down on my back, and started sucking on my cock, till it was fully hard and wet. Then she climbed on top of me and used her hand to guide me into her. Josh lay down beside me and his sister mounted him, and the two girls held hands while they rode us and we gave them boob massages. I was inside Holly and Krissy had her brother, but our eyes were on each other. At first, Krissy seemed like she was watching me to make sure I was ok with the situation. Then she relaxed and her face took the same intense expression she gets when she's riding me. Our eyes met often, and I saw her watching my hands as I held and massaged Holly's nipples. It wasn't long before I came and Holly dismounted and lay down next to me. Holly and I lay side by side with our legs lightly wrapped together, and watched the action on the other side of the bed. Krissy and Josh rolled over so Josh was on top, and I got a chance to watch brother and sister in action. Krissy now gave Josh her full attention, no longer looking at me. She had her legs up over his back, and Josh was pumping her, not very hard but very methodically. They kissed, first like brother and sister -- like Amy and I kiss-- then more deeply and passionately, unlike any brother or sister I'd ever seen. Eventually they broke the kiss and Josh began to roam his lips over his sister's body, first to her cheeks, then her neck, then her ear, and he briefly sucked her earlobe. Krissy seemed to very much enjoy the earlobe attention. He worked his way down her shoulder to her chest and soon he latched onto one of her nipples. Now they speeded up, and Josh began sucking the nipple in rhythm with his thrusts, just like I like to do, and Krissy used her own fingers to knead the other nipple. Krissy had her eyes closed, her hips pumping up and down to meet her brother's. Josh also had his eyes closed, an expression of great concentration on his face. After a long while, Krissy's face was contorting and she let loose with the huge screaming orgasms she had told me about. It went on and on, for what seemed like forever, with her gasping, panting, and making shrieking noises the whole time. Soon Josh took his mouth from her nipple and joined her pleasure. He was nearly quiet, but I could see his face scrunching up and his arms shaking with spasms of orgasm. When it was over, they both lay limp. Krissy gave Josh big brother-sister kisses, and now looked over at me with a big smile on her face. Finally I understood the depth and special-ness of their relationship. Their feeling for each other was so intense that it was contagious, and I smiled back, filled with love for Krissy and even, a little bit, for Josh. It was the most perfect sex I could ever imagine. In a minute or two we rearranged, and Krissy and I cuddled together while Holly and Josh, husband and wife, wrapped around each other, and we all fell asleep. I was woken up in the night by the swaying of the bed. Holly and Josh were gently kissing and fucking, lying side-by-side, facing each other. I watched for only a few seconds and fell back asleep, holding Krissy tight. Saturday we went hiking, and Saturday night we went to bed early. This time, I got to watch Holly give her husband a blowjob. Krissy was right about his small cock, but it didn't seem to bother him or the girls. Krissy had her arms around Holly, massaging her from behind while Holly sucked cock, and after a few minutes Krissy moved her hand down to Holly's pussy. Eventually, they switched positions and Holly returned the fondling while Krissy sucked her brother, reaching for a Kleenex after Josh shot his load. The two girls kissed for a long while, with their hands in each other's pussies, then Krissy pulled me on top of her and we fucked hard while she made out with Holly and Josh watched. I learned later that Josh and Krissy and Holly had planned the whole foursome thing and I was the only one who was in the dark. It was a nice surprise. This wasn't the first time Krissy had joined her brother and his wife in bed together, and the tag-team blowjob was something they'd all enjoyed before. Krissy promised that they'd do it for me sometime soon. The first time Krissy and I made love after returning from the hiking trip, I began to kiss her face and neck, as I had seen Josh do. When I got to her earlobe, she stopped me. "I don't want you to do it the way Josh does it." I was puzzled, and she continued. "When I'm with you, I want to make love with you, not with him. I want you to do it the way you do it, not the way he does it." She paused, kissed me on the nose and said, "I like the way you do it." That was sweet. --------------- My apartment lease was up in September, and Krissy suggested that I move in with her. We had progressed from merely dating, to being an "item," to being a real couple. I consulted my sister, and I knew that she would approve enthusiastically. Krissy was my one true love, so we moved in together. When it came time for Josh and Krissy's "special time together", I asked where they would go, assuming that they'd get a motel room or something. But Krissy asked if it would be ok if he came to our apartment, and that I had been invited to Holly's. So that's what I did -- Josh came to our apartment and I spent the night sharing Josh's wife's bed. I have to say that Holly is not my ideal sex partner. She has big soft bouncy boobs with huge nipples, but she doesn't get any pleasure from having them touched. She says that they're "not connected to her clit." That's a shame because, to me, boobs are half the fun of sex. And Holly, like Josh, is talkative. I like a little quiet in my evenings. One thing I'll say for Holly: she really enjoys oral sex. I think she likes it better than the normal kind. She gives great head and isn't afraid to swallow, which is a quality I really admire in a woman. It wasn't as good as a night with Krissy, but it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. A few weeks later, when it was again time for Josh to come over to our place, I again spent the night at Holly's. Soon after I returned Saturday, I talked to my sister on the phone. "Can I ask you a question that's none of my business?" she asked. "Of course," I answered. "When you stay at Josh and Holly's place, do you, like, sleep on the couch or what?" Amy was getting close to our one taboo -- talking about sex. I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted to tell her. I knew what she wanted to know, so I didn't make her ask directly. "I sleep in bed with her. We have sex, if that's what you're asking." I said it as matter-of-factly as I could, trying to ignore that it was the first time I'd discussed sex with my sister. Amy was silent for a moment as she digested the news. "Do Krissy and Josh know?" Making Krissy Proud "Of course they do. I wouldn't do that if it weren't ok with them. You know that." "I didn't mean to insult you," she said, then paused. "I guess it's ok with Holly?" "It's her idea," I told her. "I think she likes some variety in her life, if you know what I mean. She's into it more than I am. Why do you ask?" Amy paused for a moment, then continued, "It's just that I was thinking that when you get kicked out of your place when Josh comes over, you and I could go for a pizza and a movie or something, then you could sleep at Mom and Dad's and be there for breakfast and stuff." She added quickly, "But I can't compete with Holly that way, if you know what I mean." Now I understood what this conversation was about. Amy was jealous of what I was doing with Holly! I was secretly pleased. "Amy, I'd love to spend the evening with you then sleep at Mom and Dad's. Next time Josh comes over, we'll do that. We'll have to think of a good story to tell Mom and Dad, but we'll come up with something. OK?" "You don't have to do that," Amy hesitated. "I mean, sex is a lot better than pizza and a movie." I didn't agree. "I'd much rather eat pizza with you than have sex with Holly. I don't need the sex that badly. But you have to promise to make me breakfast." It felt good to know that my sister was jealous, and I looked forward to spending the next "special time" with her instead of with Holly. I felt warm inside. --------------- Soon after I found out about Krissy's and Josh's relationship, Krissy asked me whether I'd ever had sex with my own sister, or at least a little sex-play. I laughed. There was no way, not even a little bit. Like Krissy and Josh, Amy and I are only two years apart in age and we are very close and best of friends. But I haven't seen her naked or even in her underwear since she was about five years old. Like every horny teenager, I thought about doing sexual things with my sister, and sometimes tried to sneak a peak, but never succeeded and never actually did anything. Krissy was disappointed. As close as Amy and I are, Krissy felt we were really missing something by not enjoying sex together. She felt sorry for me growing up in a household so repressed that I didn't even see my own sister naked. It was so different than her own home. "Didn't you ever think about it? Wouldn't you have wanted to just get naked together, touch each other, look at each other? Wouldn't it have been great to learn about sex with somebody that you love as much as her, instead of a quickie in the back seat of a car?" she asked. I thought for a while, then answered truthfully, "It just never seemed like what we were supposed to do. We never really thought of ourselves like that." I was quiet a little longer, thinking about what life might have been like in that alternate universe, and concluded. "I guess we should have. You're probably right." I sighed. Nobody can undo the past. "It's not too late now, you know. You still can," Krissy pointed out. I hadn't thought of that. ----------------- Amy would often hang around with Krissy and I. Sometimes we'd sit around in the evening drinking wine (yes, I know we're not supposed to give wine to an 18-year-old), and, occasionally, smoking a joint. Amy didn't hold her alcohol (or her dope) very well, so we didn't let her have a lot. One evening, she was a little tipsy and uninhibited, and she came out straight and asked Krissy about The Topic. "Tell me about screwing your brother." Krissy laughed at the choice of words and the directness of the question, and said she would tell Amy whatever she wanted to know. So Amy started with all the normal questions. "How long have you been doing it?" "How often do you do it?" And of course, "Do your parents know?" And then she asked a question that I had never thought to ask Krissy. "How did it start?" That one got Krissy talking. She started with a zinger. "When I was like 10 or 11, and Josh was 12 or 13, I used to like to watch him masturbate." I nearly dropped my wine glass. Amy burst out laughing in a tipsy sort of way, "What did you do—hide in his bedroom closet?" she asked. Krissy shook her head. "Oh, no. Nothing like that. I'd sit with him on his bed and watch -- and sometimes help him." Amy was suddenly sober and quiet, her mouth agape. Krissy went on. "In our house it was pretty normal. Mom and Dad were the hippie type -- always very open about our bodies and about sexual things and wanting us to grow up thinking that sex was a normal and natural thing. None of us were embarrassed to be naked around each other, which, when you stop to think about it, is kind of practical -- sharing the bathroom and stuff. Usually, Mom and Dad wouldn't even bother to close the door when they were having sex." Amy was speechless and so was I. This was so different than our family. Our bathroom was a very private place, and I never even imagined the possibility of seeing my parents having sex-- if they ever did. Krissy continued, "They always told us, 'It's just a natural thing. Everybody does it. No different that eating or peeing. Nothing to be worried about.' " "When Josh went into puberty, Mom and Dad told him that masturbating was a good thing, it was a way of learning about your body and preparing for adulthood--that sort of stuff. They encouraged him to 'enjoy himself' and 'explore his body.' So he was never embarrassed about it. Sometimes, he'd be sitting in the family room idly playing with himself while he was watching TV, and sometimes he go up to his room, take off his clothes and get some lotion and some porn and 'enjoy himself.' Mom, Dad, or I might wander in. It was no big deal." I wondered what my sister Amy was thinking about this. I looked at her face and there was no expression other than pure amazement. The story continued, "So every once in a while, I'd go into his room and sit on his bed and watch him masturbate. He'd show me how to rub his cock so that it felt best, and sometimes he'd say he was tired and ask me to do it for him. I pretended like I didn't care, but really I enjoyed it. I loved the combination of the soft head and the hard shaft, and especially watching him squirt. I wasn't very good at making him cum, though, so he'd usually take over and finish himself off at the end. "One day-- I think I was 12 years old. I had started to grow some boobs, and had some hair in my crotch, and I think I'd had my first period or two. But I was still very young and naïve. I was in Josh's room and he was masturbating like normal. And I asked him what it felt like when he squirted. He tried to describe it, but then said 'Why don't you try it for yourself?' "Well I didn't understand. I didn't have a penis, so how could I masturbate? So he explained that girls could masturbate too. They don't squirt but they can still have orgasms. He said that he'd show me how. "So I took off my panties and he got some lotion and put in on my pussy, and started to rub me. It was too much lotion and he was rubbing too hard and in the wrong places, but it felt good anyway and I was hooked. Really good. Really hooked." Krissy paused and thought for a minute before continuing. "Boy, was I hooked. "Josh told me that when boys do it, it's called 'jacking off' and when girls do it, it's called 'diddling.' So I knew that what I wanted to do was have him diddle me. A lot. I'd go into his room in the evenings and ask him to diddle me, and sometimes he would do it and sometimes he was too busy, and sometimes he'd want to jack off instead. And gradually we got better at it and he learned where to touch me and how to touch me to get me going." She paused again and took a drink of wine. "Looking back on it, I wonder why I never figured out that I could diddle myself. Josh had been doing it for me and I never thought of doing it any other way. I don't know why. But that's the way it was. "Anyway, we got really good at it, and one day, it happened. I had an orgasm. But what we weren't expecting was the noise. His orgasms were quiet. Maybe a little moan, but nothing serious. When I had my first orgasm, I couldn't hold it in. I screamed like a cat being murdered." She paused, then continued, "I'm like that now too, by the way." I nodded. Krissy is a big screamer. She went on, "So imagine this scene: A twelve year old girl is lying on the bed with her nightgown up around her neck, her panties on the floor, and her legs spread wide. Her brother is on the bed next to her, with his fingers on his sister's clitoris. She's having the first orgasm of her life and is screaming bloody murder and he's sh-sh-shing her to try to get her to be quiet. And who should come into the room? Their Dad, asking if she's ok. He sees what's going on and his jaw drops. He stammers something about being sorry, and leaves. "When the orgasm was over and I recovered my senses, I asked Josh what had happened. He said something about Dad thinking I was hurt. But that wasn't my question. I wanted to know why I'd been screaming. Josh told me I must have had my first orgasm. "We didn't know what to do now. Had we done something wrong? Was Dad going to be mad? Was he going to tell Mom? We didn't know what was going to happen, so we just sat there for a few minutes and rearranged our clothes. We could hear Mom and Dad talking downstairs but couldn't hear what they were saying. Eventually I went back to my room, and Josh and I both tried to pretend that nothing had happened. "In a few minutes, Mom and Dad came up the stairs. Mom went to my room and Dad to Josh's. Mom told me that Dad was very sorry he'd interrupted, but that he thought I had been hurt. I nodded. She told me that she understood why I wanted to 'pleasure myself', and that she knew that it must feel very good, and I should enjoy myself, like Josh enjoys himself. I nodded. Then she started asking questions. How long had Josh and I been doing this? A while. Do I sometimes rub his penis? Yes. Does he ever put his penis inside my vagina, or near to my vagina? No. "I remember her using clinical language like that. Mom then spent a bunch of time talking about the risks of pregnancy. She told me that lots of times girls hear rumors that aren't true—that you can't get pregnant the first time you have intercourse. That you can't get pregnant if the boy doesn't put his penis all the way in or pulls it out before he ejaculates. That you can't get pregnant from your brother. All not true. Anytime any penis gets anywhere near your vagina, it's possible to get pregnant. And she said I must make absolutely sure that this never happens. "This was stuff I pretty much already knew, but then she told me something I hadn't thought of. She told me that there are people who, if they knew what were doing, would think that Josh was abusing me. She knew he wasn't abusing me, but there are people who wouldn't believe us regardless of what we said and what was true. He and I could get taken away from Mom and Dad and sent apart, and that Josh could even go to jail. So I must never, ever tell anybody, not even my best friends and not even somebody who I completely trusted, about what Josh and I do together. "That hit me hard, and offended my childish sense of fairness. But Mom emphasized that fair had nothing to do with it. Over and over again she said 'It doesn't matter what's fair and what's true. It only matters what people might think.' She repeated that until it sunk in and told me I must believe what she said. And I did. "After that, Josh and I diddled a lot. He was fascinated and I was in ecstasy. You know, I feel sorry for Mom and Dad. It must have been hard to concentrate on the TV or the magazine or whatever when your twelve-year-old daughter is upstairs screaming with orgasms that your son is giving her. Sometimes, two in a row. Lots of orgasms. "A couple of weeks later, Mom took me to a doctor and got me birth control pills. I guess she figured that it was inevitable that we'd eventually screw, which, of course, we did. "So that's how we got started. Years later, I asked Mom whether she ever considered trying to forbid Josh and I from having sex together. She told me that she knew from the first episode that it was hopeless. Any girl who was having the kind of orgasms I was having wasn't going to stop just because her mother told her to. She would have wished that I'd been giving myself those orgasms without Josh, but that isn't the way it worked out. She figured that the best she could do was to keep me from getting pregnant." That was quite a story. Amy lost all traces of tipsiness and was transfixed. So Krissy looked at us both and decided to continue. She asked Amy and me, "So tell me about you two. Did you ever do any sexual stuff together? Ever spy on each other or anything?" My sister's answer surprised me. "Well, I thought about it of course. Doesn't everybody?" She looked at me. "I'm sure you thought about it too." I nodded gingerly. "I don't know if you know this, but I used to spy on you when you were coming out of the shower. I even got a glimpse of your dick once." She giggled, slightly tipsy again. I didn't know that. I always thought she was such a nice girl. Amy continued. "And remember that time you accidentally saw me in my bra and panties in my bedroom? That was no accident. And the time I came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel when you happened to be walking by the hallway? And the time I walked into your room to 'get a book' while you were getting dressed?" Actually, I didn't remember those things at all. It seemed like something I would have remembered. Amy wanted to know, "Did you ever spy on me?" I told her about the times I'd tried and failed, and about the times I tried to look down her bathing suit to see her boobs. Amy giggled. Krissy laughed and egged us on to tell more but there wasn't much more to tell. Krissy wasn't going to let the topic drop. She was on a roll. "Don't you wish you'd done more? I mean -- I can't imagine being a teenager without sex play with my brother." Amy shrugged and said "Sure I do." I shrugged too. Krissy put down her wine glass and stood up assertively. "I can't believe that you two have never even seen each other naked. That's so strange. Do it now! You're grownups now, and there's no parents around. Let's all take off our clothes and be naked together. You don't have to touch each other or anything. Let's just get over this big hang-up and just do it." "I'll go first," Krissy said as she unbuttoned her jeans and opened the fly, lifted her shirt over her head, and stood there topless, with her underpants showing. She turned to my sister. "Come on, you too, Amy." Amy wouldn't do it. Krissy turned to me. "At least you can take off your shirt, can't you? You're a guy. You can take your shirt off." Well, I could, but it was so awkward. I would have if my sister had. I would have gotten complete naked. But Amy was all embarrassed. Krissy put her shirt back on, zipped up her pants, and said "Maybe next time." That was pretty much the end of the evening, and soon Amy went home. The next day, Krissy brought the topic up again with me, pointing out that we both said that we'd wished we done more sex stuff when we were kids, and that Amy had told us things she'd done that I hadn't known about. Krissy summarized. "You want to and she wants to. You should just do it." That evening, I talked to my sister on the phone. "I didn't know you'd done all that spying stuff when we were kids." "All girls do it, I guess," she answered. "You know, now I do remember that time you walked into my room when I was getting dressed. I was completely naked and held a shirt in front of me and yelled at you to get out. How old was I, about 13? I think it was in the Texas house." "It was Texas. Maybe you were a little older than 13. You had pubic hair, I know that." Amy giggled at that, then continued, "You should have let me take a better look, you know. It would have been fun." She was right. It would have been fun. ------------------- A few days later, Krissy casually mentioned that she'd been at the gym with Amy that day. "You were right about Allen," she said. I was puzzled. "Allen who?" "Amy's friend Allen. You were right. He's no longer a friend-with-benefits." I was glad to hear the past tense. I never liked Allen and had always been relieved that she had no romantic interest in him. He's much older than my sister, kind of a loser and not a very nice guy. I never knew what she saw in him—he must have been really good in bed because there wasn't much else nice to say about him. "Not any more?" Krissy explained, "He's got a very steady girlfriend now so he had to break it off with Amy a few months ago. She hasn't found anybody else and is getting really horny." This was pretty funny. My sister never would have confided those details to me, but I guess it's different talking to another girl. Amy and I could talk about everything, except sex. "Did you offer her your vibrator?" I joked. "No, I offered her you." That bombshell got my attention and Krissy went on, "I told her that she should have sex with you. I told her how good in bed you are, and that she was really missing something not taking advantage of it." She came over and gave me a kiss on the nose. "You are very good in bed, you know." I didn't know what my reaction was. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? It was nice that Krissy thought I was good in bed. I asked the obvious question, "What did she say?" "Well, she acted like it was a joke, but I could tell that she wanted to talk about it more. She didn't act disgusted or offended or anything like that. She said that you wouldn't want to do that with your own sister, but I told her that I didn't think that was true at all." Was it true that I wouldn't want to do it with Amy? In the back of my mind, I almost felt like Krissy was right; I would have wanted to. But it wasn't anything that would ever actually happen, so I put it out of my mind and didn't say anything. Krissy went on, "And she acted surprised that it would be ok with me." "It is?" I asked, surprised. "Of course it's ok," she laughed. "You're ok with me and Josh." That was almost true, and she continued, "A brother and sister who are as close as you two are should be making love. You're really missing a lot by not doing it." She paused, and then summarized, "You know you both want to, so you should just do it." I was quiet. That night in bed, Krissy told me to pretend that she was my sister and show her what I'd like to do to Amy. I sucked her nipples, climbed on top of her and pumped away like a mad-man. It turned me on incredibly. It proved Krissy's point -- I really wanted to. Krissy was now on a mission. She was going to convince Amy and I and make it happen. I don't know why this was so important to her, but it was, and to tell you the truth, I was glad, but I wouldn't say it. Krissy and Amy were, by now, gym buddies. They'd often meet at the gym after work and school, play racquetball or swim or something, then go out to dinner. So Krissy often came home in the evening telling me that she'd spent time with my sister. And usually she had said or done something to try to convince Amy to have sex with me. One evening she told me, "I showed Amy the pictures." "What pictures?" I wondered. "The ones we took Sunday." Krissy and I had been fooling around that weekend and had taken pictures of each other naked, using Krissy's phone. Needless to say, it never occurred to me that she'd show them to anyone, especially not to my sister. At first, I was horrified, "You did what? All of them?" Most of the pictures had me sporting a full erection, even playing with it in one of them. There was a very graphic close-up of me and even a few of Krissy with her battery-operated friend.