Siblings First

by Kellis

Spring, 2016

�All right, Marco,� said Corey.� �Now you�ve heard fuck stories from both Don and myself.� Tell us what got you started.�

�Probably waited till he got married,� sniffed Jenkins, the cripple.

Marco chuckled.� �What�s this, some kind of local custom?� We sit around on a sunny afternoon and brag about who we fucked?� Is that the idea?�

�First fucks especially,� said Corey.� �Think of it as your initiation.� What�ve you got better to talk about?�

Don, the thin wheezer, added, �Then you can go on with your second fuck and the third and all you can remember.�

Marco shrugged.� �I can�t top Corey�s tale of getting ruined by fuck books.� Hmm.� Although they did have a tangential influence.�

�Tell us.� The intendant won�t call supper for another hour at least.�

* * *

�Can I ask you something, Marco?�

He looked up from the homework on his desk at the sound of his sister�s voice.� She stood in the doorway, still in the dress she had worn to school.� In contrast he had thrown off his clothes upon arriving home, except for shorts, which would also be removed as soon as he solved the last problem.

�You should�ve knocked,� he said with a big brother�s authority.

She blinked.� �Your door was open.�

�Yeah.� I forgot.� All right, come in.� Then I�ve got to finish this crap.�

�Thanks, Marco.� �Smiling, she waltzed into the room and plopped onto his bed.� �What�s the date?�

�The date?� You�re too young to date.�

�No.� What�s the date of today?

�What do you care about that?�

�It has to go on my History report.�

�What happened to your desk calendar?�� He read from his own, �It�s Tuesday, March 25, 1952.�

She repeated it but sat still, biting her lip.

�Was that all?� he asked.

�No.� Can I tell you about something?� It�s sort of a secret.�

He grinned.� �You�re my favorite sister.�

�I�m your only sister!�

�Right.� What that means is you can tell me anything.�

�It�s � �It�s ��� She regarded him uncertainly.� �It�s something I saw last night.�

�What?�

�I woke up, went downstairs for a glass of water and heard a funny noise in the den, like � I don�t know, a suckey kind of noise.�

�Suckey?�

She sucked air across her tongue, creating a bubbly sound.� �Like that, only over and over.�

�In the den?� Were the lights out?�

�No.� A dim one was on.� That�s why I didn�t have to turn on the kitchen light.� I went to the door barefoot.� The noise was coming from the den, so I peeked around the jamb.� Dad was slouching on the couch.� I could only see his head and shoulders.� He had lines in his neck like � I don�t know what you call it ��

�Tendons?�

�Yeah.� Like they were tight.� His shoulders were bare like he�d took off his shirt.� The sucking got louder and I heard something else.� He was � I guess you�d say he was grunting.� And sort of humming.�

Marco grinned.� �I�ll bet you had to get closer.�

�You win.� I crept up, quiet as a mouse, and looked over the back of the couch.�

Marco shook his head.� �You saw him, like, totally naked and playing with himself, right?� Surprised Dad has to do that.�

She frowned.� ��Playing with himself?��

Marco turned the chair to face her, cupped his fist and pistoned it over his shorts.� �Like that?�

She looked startled.� �No!� Why would he do that anyway?�

Marco sighed.� �How old are you, Jackie, eleven?� Don�t your girlfriends tell you anything?�

�Well, Janey does.�

�My buddies sure talked about it when I was eleven!� Okay.� What was Dad playing with?�

�He�s stretched out with his legs parted and ��

�And what?�

She took a breath.� �Mama�s kneeling between them with his thing in her mouth.� She�s sucking on it, which is what makes the sound.�

�Sucking on it?�� Marco sat up with interest.� �You saw her big tits?�

�Yeah.� They�re both naked.�

�How big are the nipples?�

She held up a thumb and curled middle finger.� The ends failed to meet.

�Wow!� breathed Marco.� �Was she just sucking?�

The girl�s eyebrows knitted.� �What else did you expect?�

�I mean, was she jerking his dick too?�

�Jerking?�

Marco held up a thumb apart from its fingers and moved the hand up and down.

The girl�s expression became interested.� �Is that how boys frig?�

�Yeah.� Did she do it?�

�No.� Her hands are doing something under his thing.�

�Squeezing his balls.�

�Maybe.� I couldn�t see.�

�What happened next?�

�He beats on the couch with his fist and kind of chokes out, �Oh, god, oh, god, don�t stop!��

Marco grinned.� �What�d you do?�

�Nothing.� Held my breath.� Mama�s got half his thing in her mouth.� Her neck is working, like she was using her tongue.� And she�s giggling.�

�Giggling?�

�Oh, yeah.� He grunts louder, pants a little and says, �God, Martha!� You keep getting better.�

�She backs away and sits up on her heels.� Did I say they were both naked as jaybirds?� Her lips are grinning but tight, like they�re holding something, and she�s still giggling through her nose.

�He says, �Show me.�

�She � I guess she pushes it out with her tongue.� White bubbly stuff runs over her chin and drips to the floor.� It leaves a dangly string.� She�s watching his face, which might be all that keeps her from noticing me.� I hold as still as a mouse.

�He says, �You really got a mouthful.�� I see her neck work as she swallows.� She says in a breathy voice, �Yeah, it was a big load.� Tasty stuff, Dale!�

�He says, �If you think so.�

�She says, �Am I staying ahead of the French tarts?�� What did she mean by that, Marco?�

�What did Dad answer?�

�He says, kind of peevish, �Honey, you know I�ve not seen a French woman in seven years.�

�She giggles.� �But do I still suck better?�

��You�re the best, Baby!��

Marco said, �Sounds like Dad found a few cocksuckers in France.� Wonder how Mama found out.�

Jackie looked startled.� �Do all the grownups do that?�

The boy chuckled.� �Gerry�s old man said something about it, something like, �Everybody coming back from France taught his woman to do blowjobs.��

�Do what?�

��Blow job� is another way to say getting your cock sucked.�

�But you don�t blow it � or do you?�

He grinned and shrugged.� �No, you suck.� But some people call it that.� What happened next?�

�Mama looks satisfied because she�s still ahead of the French tarts � isn�t a tart like a little pie? � and says, �Now it�s your turn to taste.�

�Maybe a French woman is that sweet.� Did you dig what she meant?�

�About tasting?� Not at first but I soon figured it out.�

�Tell it.�

�I sink down out of sight, expecting her to yell, �Jackie, what are you doing out of bed?�� But I hear the couch creaking again.� When it gets quiet, I rise up slow.� Now she�s the one slouching on the couch, legs spread.� Dad is kneeling between them with his face pushed up against her.

�She moans a while then says, �God, Dale, that�s perfect!� Ooo!� I�m coming already.��

The girl paused thoughtfully.� �Let me ask you, Marco: was that sex?�

He grinned.� �Mouth sex. �He was eating her out, which is what they call licking her pussy. �How long did you watch?�

�Not much longer.� She lets out a choking sound and her legs close tight around his head.� She shudders and shivers, going, �Oh, oh, oh!��

�Did her big tits shake around?�

�Did they ever!�� Jackie squinted at her brother.� �Were you there too?�

He giggled.� �I�ve got a good imagination.�

�Her hands push Daddy�s head back and she says something weird.�

�What?�

��Dale, Dale, I can�t stand it!�� She was sure standing it up till then!�

Now Marco was interested.� �So it gets too good for girls too!�

�Huh?�

�I guess Dad caught you then.�

�No.� I drop down again before he looks up.� I�m real close to the couch so I can�t see, but I hear it creaking again.� She says, �Ooo, I love how it slips in!�

�Dad says, �Licking makes it greasy.�

�Now the couch creaks like a heartbeat and she makes little squeaks in time with it.� I raise up real careful like.� They�re lengthwise on the couch.� He�s on top of her and his butt is moving up and down, making the springs squeak.�

Marco nodded.� �That was real sex.�

�His thing in her � pussy?�

�Yeah.� His cock.�

�Janey calls it fucking.�

�That�s the word.� Wonder why they were doing it in the den.�

�Instead of their bed?�

�Yeah.� Did you notice their clothes?�

�On the floor.�

Marco nodded.� �I can just see it.� They were � probably feeling each other up.� Dad said ��

The girl�s eyes were bright.� �I know what you mean.� Janey caught her mother playing with her Dad�s thing.�

�Aha, that was it!� Dad said, �Let�s fuck,� and Mama said, �Right here in the den.� The kids are asleep.��

�How do you play with a boy�s thing?�

He laughed.� �However you want to.� He won�t complain!�

�Janey talked about what boys and girls do.� She�s got an older brother too.� She saw his �� She called them �fuck books.��

�Showed them to you?�

�He keeps them locked in his desk.� One time she found it unlocked.�

�And went through his desk, like you did mine.�

�Okay.� But I didn�t find any fuck books.�

�Well, you got an eyeful last night.�

�Marco ��� She paused and frowned.� �Mama said it was tasty.� What does it taste like?�

He studied her with an intent expression.� �What makes you think I�ve tasted it?�

�You �� Janey said boys older than twelve �� You�re fourteen.� Don�t you make it?�

He grinned slightly.� �Yeah, I make it.� Janey has a lot to say, does she?� She teach you how to frig yet?�

The girl blushed and looked away.

He chuckled.� �Don�t sweat it.� Everybody frigs.�

�Everybody?�

�Everybody older than about ten.�

�Is that when you started?�

�I was your age.� My buddy showed me.� You want to know how it tastes, do you?�

�I ...� Well ��

�If you really want to know ��

She stared at him expectantly.

He continued, �I�ll help you find out.�

�How?�

�By letting you do what Mama did.�

She bit her lip.� �You mean � suck on your thing?�

�Right.� Suck it out of my cock.�

Her mouth worked uncertainly.� Her eyes dwelled on his shorts.� �Something�s different.�

�Yeah.� Thinking about you sucking it is giving me a hard-on.�

�Janey says that�s so it can go into a girl.�

�Right.�

�And make a baby.�

�Not in her mouth.�

�You sure?�

�I�m sure.� Coming in her pussy is what makes babies.�

Jackie was still biting her lip.� �Janey claims Nancy says it tastes awful, but Mama thinks it tastes good.�� She sighed.� �Guess I�ll have to find out.�

Marco�s eyes glinted.� �Take off your clothes.�

She blinked.� �All I have to do is open my mouth, right?�

�It�ll taste better if we�re naked.�

She thought of further argument but suppressed it, remembering that Mama had been nude, and kicked off her shoes before the dress went over her head.� In a moment she had hung dress and panties from a bedpost and returned to her seat on the edge of bed, now with second thoughts.

Her hand clasped the hairless vulva.� �You won�t do anything here, will you?�

�No.� They can tell if we do anything down there.�

�How can they tell?�

�Your cherry gets bu�sted.�

�How can they tell that?�

�I�m sure Dr. Willis checks you out.�� He grinned.� �I would!� God, Jackie, you look neat!�� His eyes roamed her well-rounded but androgynous form.

She smiled.� �So do you.� And you�ve got hair on your chest.�

�It�s just starting.� I�ve got more here.�� He rose in the chair enough to kick off his shorts.

�You sure do!�� She stared at the exposure.� �Wow, Marco, it�s as big as Dad�s!�

He chuckled proudly.� �It grew fast this year.� Wasn�t half this big when I started jerking off.�

�Wow!� I feel ��� She rubbed her crotch.� �This is where it�s really supposed to go, isn�t it?�

�I guess so, from Mother Nature�s point of view.� Come over here.�

Almost reluctantly she rose from the bed, stood before him and said musingly, �Like Mama did.�

Like Mama she knelt, took the rampant manhood in hand, inspected it at close range and looked up inquiringly.� �Isn�t it supposed to have skin over the � bulgy part?�

�Who told you that?�

Again she blushed.

�Who told you, Jackie?�

�Nobody told me.� Jimmy Clark showed me his.� The skin came to a blunt little point.� He let me peel it back.�

�Jimmy Clark, eh?� Who�s that?�

�A guy in my class.�

�Where did you go with him?�

�Go?� I went into the woods at recess to pee.� He followed me.�

�He�s a peeping tom, is he?�

�A what?� Oh, no.� We already agreed he�d show me his and I�d show him mine.�

�Who�s idea was that?�

�Janey did that with Mark Avery.�

�I see.� So it was just you and Jimmy in the woods.� Did his cock get hard?�

�Hard?� Oh, yeah, like you, he said he had a hard-on, not that it felt really hard.� It was about half as big as yours.� But the bulgy part was purple when I peeled it back.�

�Purple?� Oh, I get it.� Jimmy didn�t get circumcised.�

�What�s that?�

�When you�re a baby, they cut off the, ah, foreskin, it�s called.�

�Cut it off?� With a knife?�

�The doctor does it while you�re still in the hospital.� You don�t remember it.�

�Whatever for?�

He shrugged.� �They say, when you�re a man, it�s safer for your wife. �Supposed to have less germs. �My buddy�s old man says that�s all bullshit.� I said if that�s his father�s opinion, how come is he circumcised?� He said, �Mama wanted it.�� Say, was Dad circumcised?�

�Hmm.� It was mostly in Mama�s mouth.� I only got a glimpse of the bulgy part.� It was pink like yours.�

Beginning to stroke behind the head, she smiled.� �Hey, this skin is so loose!� You say this is how boys frig?�

�Yeah.� Only don�t call it that.� It�s �jerking off.��

�Okay.� Make some � white stuff so I can taste.�

�You need to do what Mama did.�

�Oh.�� She licked the underside of the glans and giggled.� �It tastes like peanuts.�

�Suck it, Jackie.�

She looked up earnestly.� �You won�t ever tell anybody I did this, will you, Marco?�

�Swear and hope to die.� And you won�t tell anybody either.�

�No way!� she declared then opened her mouth and engulfed the �bulgy� part.

He grunted involuntarily.� �Now move it in and out.� And suck.�

She obeyed, cheeks collapsing.� Belatedly her hand squeezed the scrotum.� She paused, fingers examining its contents.

�Not too hard,� he warned.� �Keep sucking, will you?�

She raised her head long enough to comment, �Jimmy called this his balls, but he only had one.� You�ve got two.�

�He�s got two too.� They hide till you get old enough to squirt.� Suck!�

Her lips re-enclosed him and her bobbing resumed while fingers conscientiously fondled the testicles as Mama may have done.

�God, Jackie, that feels super!� You�re about to get that taste you wanted.�

She took in another inch of shaft and continued to bob and suck.� His thing twitched and a thick liquid poured into the rear of her mouth.� Instinctively she closed off her throat with the back of her tongue.� He grunted several times.� Despite intending to repeat Mama�s performance, her half of the thing filled her mouth so much that some of the fluid escaped from the corners, sight of which pleased Marco.

Soon his pleasure was unbearable.� Groaning, he straightened up, effectively withdrawing from her mouth.� A white gush followed, running down her chin.� She gulped and swallowed.

�Wow!� he breathed.� �Jackie, that was the greatest!�

She smacked her lips in obvious introspection.

�How does it taste?� he asked with real curiosity.

The girl frowned.� �It don�t have much taste.� Sort of meaty, maybe.�

�Do you agree with Mama?�

�Well, it�s not bad.�� She shrugged.� �Makes me wonder if Nancy ever really tasted it.�

�She�s the one who said it was awful?�

�Yeah.� But for sure it�s not awful.� What�s it taste like to you?�

�About like that � uh, meaty.�

She regarded him suspiciously, grinned, ran a finger over her wet chin, leaned forward and thrust it into his mouth too quickly for him to avoid.

�Goddammit!� he cried, automatically balling a fist but letting the fist fall open.� �You�re right: not much flavor!�

She laughed scornfully.� �You never tasted your own stuff!� Kiss me.�

Hands braced on his hips, she rose enough to present puckered lips that glistened with his moisture.� He hesitated briefly, shrugged, caught her behind the head and pulled their lips together.� His tongue darted.� Both of them were giggling when they parted.

She said, �Now you know!� Hey, I like your tongue.�

�Yeah,� he agreed, tasting his wet lips.

�Get up,� she ordered.� �It�s your turn.�� Remembering, she added, �To taste me.�

He blinked but soon rose out of the chair.� She took his place, splayed her legs and stared at him expectantly.� He dropped to his knees and thrust his tongue into the slit.

�No.� Right at the top,� she directed.

He found a lump there, recalled a discussion among the guys and began to stroke it vigorously.

Immediately she giggled.� The heel of her hand pushed his head back.� �That tickles!�

�But �� he began.

�Maybe you shouldn�t start right in the middle.�

�You mean, go all around it?�

�Yeah.� I think it�s too sensitive right in the middle.�

�I get it: right on the clit.�

�I forgot: that�s what Janey calls it.�

He bent and resumed his tonguework less directly and more gently.� Now the results were approved.

�Oh, Marco, that�s so sweet!�

Soprano moans followed her words.� She began to quiver.� �Oh, oh, oh!� she moaned and added contrarily, �Do it harder.�

Shortly her legs closed around his ears.� He licked frenziedly to dimly heard screaming.

Suddenly she pushed his head away and collapsed in the chair, squirming and cupping her privates protectively.� He sat back on his heels and studied the bright red face.� Her eyelids were clenched shut.

They opened as the shudders subsided.� �Oh, Marco, I can�t believe how good that was!�

He sniffed.� �Don�t pretend.� Didn�t Jimmy Clark do that?�

�Oh, no!� We barely took our britches down.� Nobody ever � licked me like that before.�� Her eyes narrowed.� �Mama was right.�

�About what?�

�It gets so good you can�t stand it any more.�� She added thoughtfully, �At least not right on the clit.�

�You have to wait awhile,� he said sagely.� �It�s kind of like that for boys too.�

�It gets too good for them?�

�Right, when you try to keep on jerking.� Or sucking.�

�You know what?� I think I�d love to fuck right now.�

�Don�t even mention that.�

�Yeah.� You�re right.�� She sighed soulfully.

�Maybe in a little while.�

�Thank you, Marco.� You�re the sweetest brother any girl ever had.�

�And you�re the sweetest sister.� I just remembered: my buddy�s got a younger sister too, I think in the sixth grade.�

�Does he fuck her?�

�Who knows?� Jackie, better be careful with that word.�

�I�m careful.� You said I could tell you anything.�

�Well, you can.� Just don�t get in the habit of saying fuck.�

�Only to you.� If she�s in the sixth grade, I probably don�t know her.�

�He pointed her out to me.� She�s pretty. �Like you.�

�But older.� Has she got boobs?�

�Not big ones.�

�Yet.� I wonder how big mine�ll get.�

�Mama�s are sure big.� Most likely you�ll take after her.�

�Maybe.�� She grinned at him.� �And I�ve seen Mama�s bumping around.�

�Lucky you!�� He sighed.� �I got a good look at them when I was about your age.� Gave me a hard-on even then.�

�How did you see them?�

�She had on a loose pajama top.� I was hugging her hips and looking up under it.� Her great big tits were looking back at me.�� He chuckled.� �When I let go, she was grinning at me.� Mama understands boys.�

�That�s a good story, Marco.� Dad understands too.�

�Boys?�

�Understands girls.� Me, at least.� Even now when I sit in his lap I can feels his thing make a lump, what you call a hard-on.� Once I wiggled around to see how lumpy it would get.� He took me by the hips and rubbed my butt forward and back.� I turned to look at him and he says, �I think you like this, don�t you, Jackie?�

�I didn�t know whether I should say yes or not.� Mama is watching and says, �She�s not the one who loves it.�

�Of course he stood me right up on my feet.�

Marco laughed.� �I bet he did!�

�Can I suck on you some more?�

His eyebrows rose.� �You liked sucking it?�

�I like how it fits in my mouth.�

He sighed.� �Licking your clit made it hard again.� Too bad we can�t really fuck.� You�d like that even more.�

�Yeah, I�ll bet.� Well, if it�s hard can I suck?�

�Maybe in a little while.�

�Mama will get home in a little while.�� She sighed and clambered around him to her feet.� �I better get out of here.�

�Yeah.� We�ve both got homework.� But Jackie, I want you to know you�re really special.�

�So are you, Marco.�� She began to pull on her clothes.� But when she was dressed, she sat on the bed again.

�I thought of something.�

�What?�

�I was going to ask if we could sneak down to the basement tonight, but then I thought �� If we do much more of this, for sure we�ll soon start fucking.�

He started to demur but restrained himself, curious about her intent.� �Probably.�

�Then they would find out.�

He nodded.� �Probably.�

She sighed but brightened after a moment and announced cheerfully, �Got it!� I�ll let some other boy bu�st my cherry, then he�ll get the blame instead of you.�

�Uh, Jackie ��

At that moment they heard the sound of automobile tires in the gravel driveway outside.

�Oh, shit!� cried the girl and immediately fled the room.

�Shit indeed!� muttered the boy, pulling on his shorts.� He mulled Jackie�s last words as he rose to close the door. �The image of his sister�s legs open for some strange boy�s cock was strongly abhorrent.� But in a moment he had to laugh at himself as he remembered that such was the fate of all sisters.

But what a whale of an afternoon adventure!� He murmured aloud in awe and pleasure, �I don�t believe it!� The first mouth to get my stuff belonged to my own little sister.� Wonder how often that happens.�

* * *

When Marco paused, Corey said impatiently, �Shit, man, don�t stop there!�

The other listeners chorused agreement.

Marco laughed.� �What more do you want?� That was my first sex with another person, even if only oral.�

Don winked.� �If that was the first, who was the second?�

�You want to know what else happened between Jackie and me, is that it?�

Corey studied him.� �And you don�t want to tell us.� Where�s Jackie now?�

�In the ground.� Breast cancer, like our mother.�

�That�s too bad.�� The others murmured sympathy.

�But she had a good life, married and bore three healthy kids.�

�Since it won�t hurt anyone now,� said Corey, �tell us: did you and she keep on as you started?�

�Well, yeah, but cautiously.� We knew better than to let anyone find out.� Then we heard about 69s.� She was a screamer, but she couldn�t make so much noise with her mouth full of cock, so we started tonguing each other in my bed.�

�How long before you began real fucking?�

Marco chuckled.� �What I just described happened in the spring.� One morning that summer � Jackie had just turned twelve � she popped into my bedroom with a great big smile to announce, �Jimmy did me last night.� Now we can fuck!��

The audience laughed and cheered.

�That�s different,� noted Don: �fucking one guy to persuade another.�

�It has a certain logic,� mused Jenkins.� �Your sister knew what she wanted.�

�All the girls do,� Corey proclaimed.� �Never doubt it.�

�For how long did you two get it on?�

�A good while.� I think it was the best time of my life.� It lasted till her periods started.� This was well before the pill, you know, and we chickened out.�

They sat in companionable silence, reliving it vicariously.� At last Corey asked, �Did you ever get an answer to your question?�

�My question?�

�How many guys start off fucking their sisters?�

Marco shook his head.� �But I�ll bet it�s happened a lot more often than anyone dares to guess.�

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