I first read the word in a book we had to read for English class. I didn’t really get it from the context, so I looked it up in the dictionary.

Incest.

I understood it, and dismissed it as something people did in ancient Egypt.

But now I was thinking about it seriously. Very seriously.

I was 14 and still hadn’t got a girl to date me. Going to school dances didn’t count, because it seemed the moms all got together and assigned kids to each to other. “Why don’t you take Dana to the dance?”

But dancing wasn’t what I wanted to do with a girl. Only problem is, we lived too far away from any girls my age. My bratty little sister Tina had a couple friends nearby, but I didn’t have anyone close to my age.

That’s when incest started seeming interesting to me. Only, like I said, my sister was a brat and I didn’t really like her that much. But I started thinking about that. Why? Why was she such a brat? Did something change? What had happened?

I looked back over the past couple years, and tried to be objective. I thought about what went on between us, and I realized a lot of the time I provoked her into worse brattiness because she annoyed me so much. If I was going to have anything incestuous with her, I would have to change myself before I could influence her.

So instead of reacting to her brattiness, I would clamp down on my automatic retort and ask, “Why did you say that?” The usual answer was “Because you are!” and a laugh. To which I would respond, “Oh, okay.”

Another thing I noticed was she sought me out to bother me. I hadn’t gone looking for her in three years. Was it just because I started to grow up and we liked different things? Maybe. But where I wanted to do something, she just wanted my company. I would have to learn to let her just be with me, instead of leaving where she was or yelling at her to get out of my room.

Then one day I had an opportunity to take care of her, something I hadn’t done in a few years either. She had slipped down a hill and ended up in some sticker bushes, probably raspberries, and was scratched all over. She came home crying, thinking she was going to go blind because she had a cut above her eye. Instead of laughing at her and calling Mom, I took her into the bathroom and washed her up and put ointment on all her scratches. I even kissed one occasionally, thinking in my mind it was hella stupid, but it made her smile.

After that she was less bratty to me. And when she came into my room or wherever I was to talk to me, I’d stop whatever I was doing and listen to her, just to spend time with her, even if she talked about stupid shit I couldn’t care less about.

As the school year neared the end, I thought it was time to try a couple things with her. The first was that I’d only wear shorts around the house. I had started wearing a shirt a couple years ago, then I had to think about why. I realized it was because I was trying to act grown up. Mom and Dad wore a shirt around the house, so I would too. Also, the past summers weren’t as hot. But this one was going to be, so I was going to take advantage of it.

It wasn’t until the first week of July that I was rewarded. Tina had come home after spending most of the day with her friends. She had seen me sitting on the couch, all cool and relaxed in my shorts watching TV. She just pulled her top up over her head and tossed it on the couch as she went into the kitchen. Hopefully my eyebrows didn’t rise too obviously. When she came out of the kitchen carrying her glass of lemonade I was rewarded with the sight of her firm little tits which she had just started growing that year.

All the sudden Mom yelled, “Tina, put your top back on!”

For once brattiness worked in my favor. “But Mo-o-ommm, it’s hho-o-ott!” she whined.

“I don’t care, somebody could see you,” Mom replied as she came into the room.

“Who? Who’s gonna see me here? It’s just you and Carl, and both of you have seen me naked since I was a baby!”

Then Mom looked at me, as if for support. She was going to be disappointed.

“What? I casually said, looking up at her. “I don’t care,” and returned my attention to the TV.

“All right,” she gave up and went back down the hall.

Instead of sitting at the other end of the couch as usual, Tina plopped herself down right next to me, our thighs and arms pressed together. I  had assumed it was just a show of solidarity, but I was glad I had been holding my almost empty glass in my lap, I could feel my cock starting to stiffen. I glanced down at Tina’s small, firm tits.

Man, what a rush! Sure, she was my sister, but there were a girl’s naked tits mere inches from my eyes, my mouth, my hands and my stiffening cock. It was very hard, pun intended, to keep my attention on the TV until the show was over. Fortunately by then my boner had gone away.

After that it was time for chores, and Tina, still topless, followed me out to the barn so we could do our respective tasks of feeding, watering, shoveling and otherwise tending our few animals that made up our family’s hobby farm.

After that I was ready for a shower. This time of year I took two or three showers a day, but Tina took exactly one, right before bed. Of course during my shower I had to jack myself off to keep my dick from waking up at the wrong time.

Dad got home shortly thereafter and I heard Mom talking to him, no doubt about Tina’s decision to go shirtless. I clearly heard Dad say, “Who the hell’s gonna see her way out here?” and knew that I’d get to see her tits almost every day for the rest of the summer. I wondered if I could notice how much bigger they got until she started to keep her top on again in the fall.

The other thing I had done was to start leaving the bathroom door unlocked when I took a shower. I used to leave it unlocked up until about a year and a half ago, when Tina started really being a bitch to me. But since that had decreased considerably, I started leaving it unlocked again. My hope was that she would come in to pee or just visit, and maybe if the timing was right I could open the door and let her see me.

It was a few weeks later that I saw the door open, stay open for a few minutes, and then close again. I didn’t say anything about it. I couldn’t see Tina at all (or even know if it was her, really), but I was hoping she would come all the way in.

The following week I got the idea to time my shower when I knew Mom and Dad would both be busy. I was rewarded with the bathroom door opening and staying open. Tina still wouldn’t come in (even though she was wearing exactly one piece of clothing more than I was – okay, maybe panties too, but I didn’t know). I turned off the water and saw the door close almost all the way.

I stepped out and grabbed the towel and as I was drying myself off Tina asked, “Carl?”

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Can I watch you shave?”

“Okay, I guess…” It seemed an odd request, why would she want to see a thing like that? But maybe to her it was sharing an intimacy, something Dad wouldn’t let her do. I thought then maybe she had seen my dick already, and as I faced the mirror and got my razor out I knew she could see my ass.

Being 14 meant I shaved about once a week, and though Dad had thought I should learn to shave with a blade, Mom had bought me an electric so there really wasn’t much to it, just turn it on and buzz away.

Tina stayed outside and watched, maybe my bare butt making her nervous, but once she realized I wasn’t going to do anything about it she came in and sat down on the toilet to watch. Mom passed by the still ajar door and called “Tina,” probably thinking she was in her room.

“What, Mom?” she answered form behind me.

Mom pushed the door open and asked her, “What are you doing in here?!”

“Watching Carl shave,” she said as calmly as she could, though I could see her turning more red than her already sunned skin.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” Mom scolded.

I paused and asked, “Why not, Mom? She’s going to be doing it herself pretty soon.” Well, maybe not. But in old people’s time a couple years is pretty soon.

Mom noticed just then I was naked. I saw here eyes open wide and she started to blush as she looked down and left the bathroom.

That night as I stroked my cock thinking about my sister, I realized I had been missing something pretty obvious. Affection. I always used to hug and cuddle and kiss Tina when she was little. I guess that stopped a few years ago when the brattiness started. But now that it was largely gone (at least toward me), maybe I should try  it again. So I did.

The response was immediate. Of course I didn’t do anything so forward as to feel her tits or grab her crotch, but I would hug her often, or put my hand on her back. Occasionally I would kiss her or pat her butt. It seemed she returned my attention twofold, an arm around her would get me a full frontal hug, her bare tits pressed into my bare chest, often tilting her face up for a kiss.

I also noticed she started spending a little less time with her friends, instead hanging out with me. We really didn’t do much together, just shared each other’s company. Which I now realized I enjoyed, despite my motives. Things got so good between us that even Dad noticed. One evening Tina was sitting in my lap on the couch as we watched TV, and Dad said, “Seems you kids have been getting along a lot better lately.”

When he didn’t say any more I replied, “Maybe we’re finally starting to grow up.”

That got a laugh from Dad and a little giggle from Tina.

Though Tina still watched me shave, I realized I hadn’t even bothered to try the bathroom door when she was in the shower. I figured with our new closeness she certainly wouldn’t go berserk on me, so what could it hurt? And she almost always took her shower late in the evening, when Mom and Dad were playing cards or something they did together.

So I tried the door. And it was unlocked. And as I had just wanked off and needed to pee, I certainly had an excuse. I opened the door slightly, “Tina? I need to pee, okay?”

After a brief silence she answered, “Okay.”

I went in and left the door open, took out my dick and peed. As I was finishing up I said, “I don’t want to flush while you’re in there, so do it for me, okay?”

She shut off the water and said, “No, go ahead. I’m done.”

So I finished and flushed and washed my hands. I had thought maybe I could get a peek at her cunt when I handed her a towel, but then I took a chance, “Would you like me to dry you off?” I asked, as calmly as I could.

It seemed to take a minute for her to answer, but it was probably more like three seconds, “Sure, that would be nice!”

I couldn’t help myself, I looked straight at her cunt as she stepped out of the shower, still hairless as far as I could tell, her lips seemed a little swollen, but I wasn’t sure, having no other 11-year-old cunt lips to compare them to. I felt the heat on my face and hoped my excitement wasn’t too obvious.

I held up the towel for her and wrapped her up in it as she stepped forward, then I thoroughly dried every square inch of her body, including her cunt and tits, at the end tucking the towel around her although I had seen every part of her nudity as I dried her. I patted her butt and said, “There! All dry.”

“Thank you,” she said. I could see her expression in the mirror, happiness but a little shame or guilt too. Did she enjoy it as much as I did? She went to her room and I was glad she was in front of me because despite my previous wanking my cock was now hard again and I went into my room to relieve myself. Wow, I thought, I got to feel up a naked girl! Okay, there was the towel between my hands and her body, but still, it felt great! And I think she liked it too.

Of course I didn’t dry her every night, less than once a week in fact. And she still watched me during my weekly shaving ritual.

Then a few weeks later I was sitting at my computer before going to bed. I slept in the same shorts I wore around the house in the evening, so that’s what I was wearing. I had been leaving my door open all summer, not just because of the heat, but so Tina wouldn’t feel shut off from me. Tina walked in. Instead of ignoring her or even yelling at her to get out as I would have done just a few months ago, I held out my arms to her for a hug.

But she didn’t want just a hug, she sat in my lap sideways and snuggled up to me. She was dressed for bed, wearing only a dark blue nightie that was starting to get a little snug on her, and thus was a treat for me. I started rubbing her back, enjoying the sheer feel of the light fabric.

Then of its own accord my other hand started rubbing her front, right on her tits. The little mounds felt wonderful underneath the soft nightie, and I had to force my hand down to her belly or up to her collar bones as I gently rubbed her. But it kept straying back to her tits, which obviously enjoyed the attention as their nipples stiffened and stuck out despite the sweltering evening air, my fingers gently brushing across them. After a while I made myself stop, and just laced my fingers around her waist.

She turned to me then, wrapping her arms around my neck, and we kissed. A gentle, full-mouth smooch. No tonguing or anything, just a feeling of closeness.

She let go of me, and then I her. She got off my lap and said quietly, “Good night.”

“Good night, Tina. Sleep well,” I replied. She left me with one last glance over her shoulder, and I watched her nice little butt walk away, noticing then she wasn’t wearing panties – they would have certainly shown under the snug fabric.

Noting also that my cock had been getting harder and harder. And feeling a little worried that maybe Tina felt and it and it had scared her off.

So as I laid on my bed stroking my dick I thought about her motives for wanting to sit in my lap then. Did she want to feel like a little girl? Did she feel her budding femininity and want to share it with me? Whatever the reason, I certainly enjoyed feeling her body and she (well, her tits anyway) certainly enjoyed being felt.

Pretty soon school started. Tina went back to our old school as a sixth grader, and I was now a high school freshman. I would have thought the day would be more difficult for me, learning a new school, learning my schedule, having it changed, getting my books, and so on. I was quite happy to get home after such a hectic day. But when Tina came home she had visibly been crying, and when I held out my arms to her she ran to me and just started bawling.

I held her and hugged her and rubbed her back, not saying anything, and just let her get it out. When she finally finished I had to wipe the snot and tears off my bare shoulder, which made her giggle. When she calmed down I quietly asked, “What’s wrong, Tina?”

“I missed you!” she cried and almost started bawling again. “I haven’t seen you since last night!” as though it had been a month. She hadn’t let go of me once, even now clutching my wrist as if to keep me from flying away. That was true, I had snarfed down my breakfast and bolted out the door to catch my bus even before she got out of bed.

I looked down and quietly said, “I missed you too.”

I guess that was just what she wanted to hear because she wrapped herself around me and did not let go for a full ten minutes. I know because I watched the clock on the kitchen wall. While she clung to me I thought about the time we spent together and was surprised to find that we had spent almost the entire summer around each other. I guess since I was older I was more used to school and what that meant as far as available time.

Mom had gone back to work, so my little sister and I had an hour together before she came home. I thought maybe I could make things a little better for her by getting a snack ready and sharing it with her, just hanging out to unwind a little before we went out to do our chores. I also started to say goodbye to her before I left for the school bus. Usually she was still in bed, but sometimes I was treated to a naked or half-naked Tina dressing herself.

That small effort was repaid many times over as Tina would serve me, rub my feet, or do any number of little things she thought would please me. And she came to say goodnight to me more often. Usually it was just a hug, but sometimes she would sit in my lap and I would caress her near-naked body, feeling a little bolder I would rub her thighs too. And of course I still dried her after her shower every so often.

Soon the heat of summer was broken, and Tina and I resumed wearing jeans and shirts around the house. I would miss the daily view of her tits. I remembered thinking about if I could tell they got bigger, and the truth was I couldn’t. I guess that was normal, though. I was growing myself, almost half an inch taller in that same time, and I’m sure she didn’t notice that.

In sixth grade everyone gets sex ed, but I also knew it was pretty lame and uninformative. So in order to seem all-knowing when Tina came to me with questions, I did a little research of my own. I read about anatomy and sexuality, and I looked at porn videos to let me see real examples of what was done. I wondered why I never looked at that much porn before, porn was great! I got sidetracked from Tina with porn for almost two weeks before I remembered why I was doing it. Only after all that time, Tina never asked me any questions. Maybe she went to Mom. Maybe she didn’t care.

Later in the fall a major rite of passage was going to happen. Tina was going to have her 12th birthday, and Mom and I conspired with Dad to make it a special event for her. Dad was going to get her ears pierced, I was going to get her some earrings, and mom was going to get her a little make-up.

The big day came, and after dinner and cake and the usual gifts, we brought out our special ones to set before her. She opened mine first, exclaiming “They’re beautiful!” before her face fell.

I quietly asked, “What’s wrong?”

She quietly answered, “My ears aren’t pierced.”

Dad waited a full 30 seconds as she looked down at them before he softly said, “Yet.”

The rest of us were smiling at each other as it took her another 30 seconds to realize what he said.

Her head popped up as her eyes flew open as she sharply inhaled as she turned to face him all at once, and Dad laughed. She flung herself at him and smothered him with kisses until he pried her off. She immediately flung herself on me, realizing she could wear her earrings then. I gave her a big smooch and said, “Don’t forget about Mom.”

She got herself settled and opened Mom’s gift, which was her first make-up. Apparently this was the best of all because she was squealing and hopping up and down like a little kid as she assaulted Mom with her affection.

Her next morning, a Saturday, was spent with Mom, learning how to use the make-up properly, and when she came out to show us, she really did look nice. It seems that in middle school, when a girl gets to use make-up, that she cakes it on like a graduate of clown college, but Mom did a good job of teaching Tina what and how much to use. When she came out to show us, I was really surprised. I was looking at a young woman.

“Holy shit, Mom, she looks pretty!”

She visibly glowed at the sincere if not tasteful complement.

Next it was a long drive with Dad to the mall to get her ears pierced.

I got to spend the afternoon with Mom, then. Mom said she’d do Tina’s chores since she’d be gone. It dawned on me that Mom and I hadn’t spent much time together lately, first with Tina monopolizing my summer and now school taking my time. She said as much, “Seems you and Tina have been spending quite a lot of time together.”

“Yeah,” I answered, “But it must be nice for you and Dad to have those pesky kids out of your hair.”

That made her laugh.

We spent the afternoon talking about her work, my school, Tina’s birthday, “You really did a good job coaching her, Mom. She looked great!”

“Yeah, well, no one ever did it for me. I was just left to figure it out for myself. It seems girls Tina’s age don’t have any direction, and I wanted to make sure Tina got some.”

“As long as she sticks to it and doesn’t follow what the other girls do,” I said, thinking about the clowns.

We finished and went back into the house. We took off our coats and that was when I first noticed mom wasn’t wearing a bra, seeing nipples poke up under her flannel shirt. Of course her tits were old and used, both me and Tina having sucked them dry as babies, but it was still a nice treat to see the shape of them – albeit more of a ‘comfort’ and ‘nurture’ perspective than anything sexual on my part.

When Tina came home she was radiant, showing off her make-up, new clothes, and earrings. I didn’t have to fake anything, she really looked nice!

I thought about my sister as a young woman and noted that my plan to fuck her had gotten sidetracked somehow. I thought about why. For one thing, there were pretty girls in school. And some of them flirted with me. And some of them were even older girls, not avoiding me because I was a freshman. Also, Tina and I didn’t have nearly as much free time as we did in the summer, we were pretty busy.

I realized, when thinking about those girls in school, that Tina was not being a little girl when she sat in my lap. That she was available… receptive. I decided it was time to add something more sexual to our relationship.

My first opportunity came later that week, but I wasn’t really into it. I had pulled a muscle and I was very sleepy from the ibuprofen I had taken. I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, half-heartedly playing with my cock. Tina came in to say good night. I patted my thighs, inviting her to lie on top of me, something she hadn’t done in four or so years. Only this time she wasn’t a little girl.

She climbed on top of me and I adjusted her so my cock was up against her crotch. I began by just rubbing her back and her butt. Then I started to hump her, holding her hips to guide her crotch against my cock. It felt good, but I was so wiped out there was no way I was going to come. There just wasn’t enough stimulation through all the layers. I did slide my hands into her PJs though, holding and squeezing her bare ass cheeks.

“Goodnight, Tina,” I finally whispered as I released her. She accepted her dismissal and said “Goodnight” before she closed the door.

The following week, Tina was in the shower and I knew Mom and Dad were outside; one of the goats was sick. I waited until she finished her shower, then dried her as usual. Only instead of wrapping her up, I hung up the towel. Forgoing all of her modesty, I lead my naked little sister by the hand into her room. I sat on her bed and moved away from the edge, and invited her to sit. I kind of half encircled her with my legs, snuggling her up to my side.

Then I began to gently brush my fingertips all over her body. I paid special attention to her tits at first, mainly because I noticed they were bigger than in summer. I was tingling all over from the feeling, this was the first time I touched a naked girl. I touched her back, thighs, arms, everywhere I could reach, before focusing my attention on her cunt.

I started gently, just brushing my fingertips on her mound, feeling the little hair starting to grow there. Then I slid my middle finger deeper into the crack, and farther up to gently brush her clit. I had read some girl’s clits are so sensitive they don’t like to have them touched, and I hoped Tina would tell me if she was like that.

I looked at her closely, noticing her flush and her hardening nipples. I kept stroking her cunt, gently probing into her cunt lips. I had no idea if she masturbated or not, she never asked about sex. Maybe she was waiting for me to talk to her about it. I could hear her breathing becoming heavier, and an occasional sigh. I pressed a little more firmly on her clit, and was rewarded with a slight wiggling motion of her body. My other hand continued to rub her all over, but spent a little more time on her tits, now obviously cupping and squeezing, and I gently pinched her nipples.

I could tell Tina was really enjoying my ministrations, her whole body was moving and wiggling now, and my cock had come to life at her excitement. But since I had left her door open, we clearly heard a door slam downstairs and it made us both jump. I cupped and squeezed my sister’s cunt and tits, before giving her a smooch and going downstairs to see if I could help.

It turned out everything was fine, and I really didn’t want to hear the details of how to cure an impacted goat.

The following day after school, Tina and I were eating our snack together. After filling each other in on our respective school days, I asked her, “Did you like what we did last night?”

She blushed and quietly answered, “Yes.”

“Do you do it to yourself?”, I continued.

Quietly again, “Yes.”

“Would you like to do it again?”

Louder this time, “Yes.”

We stood and I took the plates and put them in the sink. Then I took her hand and lead her upstairs to her room. I sat on the floor, leaning against her bed, and had her sit in front of me, leaning into me. I unzipped her jeans, and pulled them down a little. Then I sent one of my hands into my little sister’s panties to her cunt, and the other up her shirt to her tits.

As my hands rubbed and roamed, I gave her little kisses on her neck. I whispered in her ear, “Show me how you do it.”

She snaked her hand into her panties along with mine, and directed my middle finger directly onto her clit, rubbing harder than I thought would have been comfortable. But I continued exactly as she had shown me, and she soon started squirming as little moans escaped her lips. Eventually I felt her stiffen, and she cried out as she clamped my hand fiercely between her legs. She shuddered, little moans and groans coming out of her. When she relaxed her grip, I slid my finger down and into her wet snatch, gently probing and feeling.

Tina took a deep breath and sighed contentedly, and I just held her to me then. Of course my cock was hard, and I was amazed at the response and pleasure I both gave and received from that act. I made a girl come! And not just any girl, a special girl, my sister Tina!

Of course I wanted her to jack me off, but that would have to wait as Mom would be home soon and it was time for chores.

We had our opportunity that evening, after I took my shower. Tina was right there without my having to say anything. I had been stroking my cock, gently to keep it from going off. I wanted Tina to do that. She came in and I opened the shower door. I saw her eyes pop open as she smiled and I noted this might be the first time she actually saw my cock when it was hard.

She stepped up and tentatively touched the head of my cock, the feel of her touch almost made me come right there. But I let her explore a little, holding my balls and bending my dick down to let it spring back up and slap my belly. Of course that made her giggle.

I asked her to shut the door, thinking if someone were to come in she could pull her hand away quickly enough so they wouldn’t see what was going on (although my parents were certainly smart enough to figure it out). My dick was already lubed with the juice that had been leaking out of it and I set Tina’s hand in motion, letting her work my shaft. She was a little clumsy at first and I had to coach her, but she got it right quickly enough and just two minutes later was rewarded with squirts of jizz on the shower wall.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t know it did that!”

I was quite proud of myself, and my cock, for being able to amaze my little sister with a feat of manly ejaculation.

I showered the semen down the drain and then let Tina dry me off, reminding her to be gentle with my balls. She enjoyed this thoroughly, with the same air of giving me a foot rub, only with the excited flush of sexuality around her.

Of course we were careful to keep our affection more appropriate for siblings when our parents were around, but when we knew we were alone we would often kiss or touch each other. It was pretty much winter then, and we warmed our hands out in the barn by sticking them down each other’s pants. And we continued with our sex play at least a couple times a week.

I had noticed my love for Tina changed somehow. It wasn’t just me wanting to bury my cock up to the hilt inside of her anymore. I wanted for her to feel good. I wanted for us to feel pleasure and be happy.

So by the time Valentine’s Day came around, I thought I was ready to tell her how I felt. I spent a couple weeks looking for the right card, they were all so lame and sappy. Finally I found the right one. It had a drawing of a little boy and girl holding hands, facing a big red heart that was also suppose to be the setting sun, their shadows stretched out long behind them. The inside was blank, and there I wrote:

To my darling little sister Tina,

I love you dearly and deeply

I want you to always be happy

And to know you will always be in my heart

With my love always,

        Your brother Carl

I snuck into her room late at night and left it where she would be sure to find it in the morning.

When that came, I was having second thoughts as I almost missed my bus trying to get her settled down from all the tears of joy that were leaking out of her eyes.

After school I waited for her at the door instead of in the kitchen. I saw her running up to the house and opened the door for her. She didn’t even slow down as she tackled me, pulling me down to the floor and landing on top of me, smothering me with her giggly kisses.

I made us hot chocolate and we snuggled up together and enjoyed it.

“Tina? I want to ask you something,” I began, suddenly terrified I might ruin everything between us.

She picked up on my unease, concern showing openly. “What? What is it?”

“I love you, you know. I love you more than just a sister. I want to know if… if… you’ll be my girlfriend.”

She smiled sweetly and snuggled closer to me, “I kind of thought I already was…”

That surprised me, “Since when?” I softly asked.

“I don’t know, maybe when school started and my heart ached for you all day long. But I guess it was really before, in the summer when we became so close.”

I wrapped my arms around her then, and hers wrapped around me. We squeezed each other so tightly, trying to become one person. We just held each other.

We lost track of time, because Mom coming home then stirred us. She found us on the couch huddled together, “Hi. Didn’t expect to see you two here.”

Suddenly I remembered our chores, “Oh yeah. Sorry, Mom. I guess we kind of forgot,” I said, standing. “We’ll go get started.” Tina and I walked hand in hand down to the barn. We tried to hurry, but we tried to be careful and contentious too, which was hard to do because we each kept looking at the other and wanting just to touch each other. We really didn’t feel sexual at all.

But sex didn’t have long to wait, though. Friday morning I went into Tina’s room to say goodbye to her. She was nude, facing me as I opened the door and at that moment touching her crotch, her cunt lips visibly swollen. She smiled and blushed as I bade her farewell. We both knew what was coming (pun intended) after school.

School was agonizingly slow that day, dragging along as I waited for us to give our virginity to each other.

When I got home I wanted things to be perfect. When I started this plan I simply imagined pulling her panties down and jamming my dick into my little sister, but now I wanted to lay the romance on heavily. I had bought some of her favorite ‘special’ chocolates (lucky for me on sale after Valentine’s Day), and got out candles. I got out two wine glasses, and blatantly stole some wine from the pantry, something there was a few bottles of so it wouldn’t be missed so easily. I got out candles and even a table cloth, although that didn’t seem to fit the table very well.

I had just finished lighting the candles when Tina came in the door. I turned to her and had her chair pulled out for her. But she ignored the chair altogether and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a passionate kiss.

Finally she sat down and I helped her out of her coat. She waited until I sat down, and was about to pop one of the chocolates into her mouth when she saw I had raised my glass. She copied my gesture, and I quietly said, “To us,” and we clinked our glasses and sipped. I really lucked out with the wine, it was pretty good. Maybe that’s why there were four bottles of it.

We tried to savor that moment, eating chocolates and sipping the wine, but we were both impatient and knew we had limited time. After all the chocolates were gone and our glasses were empty, Tina helped me to clean up, washing the glasses while I put the table cloth away. We carried the candles and the bottle of wine upstairs to her room, along with a couple more ‘kid appropriate’ plastic cups.

When I opened the door I noticed she had put a special bedspread on, it was all pink and girly – probably one of the ones she had ‘outgrown’, but right for what was to come.

We filled our cups with wine and sat on her bed facing each other, gazing at each other in the soft candlelight and drinking. When we finished we both stood, and began to slowly undress each other. We each took a turn, removing some piece of clothing, revealing a little more flesh. Finally standing nude before each other, we hugged, my hardening cock bent down against her swollen cunt.

Tina softly said, “I want you to be on top. I think that’s right.”

She laid back on her bed, spreading her legs wide. I climbed on the bed kneeling between them. She looked down and watched as I took hold of my cock and brushed its head in the wetness of her cunt. I slowly pushed the head into her cunt, then pulled it back out, and pushed it in again. I forced it up inside of her, meeting resistance. I pulled back a little, then went deeper, feeling her hymen tear away. I watched her face as the sting of tearing flesh made her bite her lip.

Repeating that motion a few more times, I had it inside of her. It felt so wonderful, a heady rush. I was thinking, God damn! I’m making love to my sister! Not the more base, I’m fucking a girl! as I would have thought some months ago. My 14-year-old cock was all the way inside of my 12-year-old sisters nice, warm cunt. A velvet fist, holding it in place.

I started thrusting then, slowly at first, to let Tina get the feel of it, then more quickly. We got a slow but steady rhythm going, then began to kiss and touch each other. I supported my weight off her with one hand and used the other to cup her cheek as I kissed her, then rubbed it across her chest, squeezing and feeling her tits.

It was too soon when my cock signaled it’s readiness, and I just let it go, continuing to thrust as it spurt inside of my lover. I kept thrusting for a few more minutes, trying to get Tina to come, but she didn’t. A little bit of a downer, but perfectly normal for a girl’s first time.

We just laid together then, kissing and holding each other. My dick went soft and slipped out of her. We doused the candles and hid the wine, and quickly got dressed to do our chores. We didn’t want anything to show our parents that we had just lost our virginity to each other.

We made love every day for the next two weeks. Mostly on her bed. Sometimes on mine. A few times on the living room floor. And once in the kitchen. We tried different positions and techniques. After four times we were comfortable enough that Tina came.

And so began our relationship as lovers. We were pretty sure Mom knew something was going on, but she was nice enough never to mention it. Or maybe Dad told her to keep her mouth shut. Our only regret was we really couldn’t share a bed, just to be snuggled up together all night like our parents.

I stayed at home until Tina finished high school, then we moved half way across the country to a state where cousin marriage was legal. We never tried to get married, but we did pass ourselves off as cousins who grew up together. We look too much alike to deny kinship. Sometimes if someone asks too many questions about us, we’ll tell him to satisfy his perversion on the internet.