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Mary


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MARY 1950-58

As long as I can remember, we always took baths together. Mary would sit at the
back, I was in the middle and Betty was nearest the facet. Mother would wash
Betty's and my hair while Mary would do her own, because she was the oldest.
Mother would leave before rinsing our hair to do something else and during that
time we all would "style" our shampooed hair into tails and horns an await
mother's return.

I can remember what happened one evening:

I turned my back towards Betty so she could do some outrageous doo on my hair
and faced Mary, who was four years older than I. She was about twelve years old
then. Her skin was somewhat darker and she had jet-black hair. She lifted her
hips out of the bath water and pulled her vaginal lips apart exposing her pussy
to plain view. Since Betty was busy with my hair and I blocked her view, I was
the only one to see my older sister's charms.

Mary's opening was glistening with bath water and suds. There were wisps of
black hair around the top and just below this was her clitoris which she called
her "nub". She then rubbed it gently with her index finger and smiled at me.
Her nipples were hard and tiny and her breasts were rather small but already
starting to curve upwards in maturity.

Betty wanted me to style her hair now, and afraid of being caught staring at
Mary, I reluctantly turned around and started on her hair. I felt Mary's hand
come around the right side and slide down my tummy and grasp my already hard
penis. She slid her fingers around the shaft and down to my balls and back up
again, then concentrated on my foreskin and cockhead. Warmth rushed through my
crotch as my little cock jerked around feverishly. I could feel her other hand
busily stroking her pussy behind me. At the sound of mother's footsteps in the
hallway, everything stopped.

Betty leaned backwards under the facet as mother rinsed the shampoo from her
hair. Her slippery, hairless pussy with its puffy lips was fully exposed for
all to see, and I didn't miss the opportunity. She was twenty-one months
younger than I, but didn't seem the least bit interested in what Mary and I had
been doing. In fact, she never took part in any of it.

It was my turn to rinse, and by this time my little pecker had softened enough
not to look suspicious. I knew Mary was staring at my bare, hairless penis
knowing she had stroked it to an erection just moments before. I could feel the
blood pulse into my penis as it started to swell at just the though of it. I
hoped mother wouldn't notice.

Then Mary leaned back under the facet to rinse her hair, again exposing her
pussy and purposefully pushing her chest out to draw my attention to her young
breasts. Mary didn't always bathe with us; usually only about two or three
times a week. But when she did, it usually meant something special for me.

Mary and I had been sexually involved with each other as long as I can
remember. I used to come home from kindergarten and Mary would take me upstairs
and help mother change me into my play clothes.

Very often, mother would leave Mary do this by herself and I can remember what
usually happened then:

We wrestled and tickled each other until she finally had me undressed to my
underwear. She squeezed and rubbed my little penis until it hardened and then
pulled my underwear down to my ankles. Then she stroked my shaft and pinched
the head until it was red, sometimes rubbing it on her chest and face. All this
time, she had her hand in her panties rubbing herself. This happened at least
three times a week throughout kindergarten and perhaps even before that.

In first grade I could change my own clothes, but then Mary started bringing
her own clothes into the bedroom and the ritual would continue. Sometimes she
would straddle me and push her crotch against my little penis and rock back and
forth, but not often because we were expected to be done soon.

Mary was always a loving sister, hugging and kissing me, but also quite a
tease. She would take me shopping and to the movies with her, even when she
went with her girlfriends. When we got home, she would hug and kiss me on my
face and neck and praise me for what a good brother I was. That affection was
also expressed during our sexual encounters and made those times very
pleasurable and comforting.

She would say, "Now don't tell anyone about this or I'll not give you hugs and
kisses anymore."

I was more desirous of the affection than the physical feeling, so I absolutely
told no one.

In the summer of my second grade (1956) we were at our lake cottage for the
weekend. That night Mary, Betty and went to bed as usual and mother and dad
stayed up to read and watch TV downstairs. I must have fallen asleep because
the next thing I remembered was Mary shaking me. She and Betty shared a double
bed in the same room. Mary said she was cold and wanted me to sleep with them
for awhile. I sleepily got up and followed her to bed and snuggled up to Mary.
Soon she was fondling my penis and balls and kissing me. She took my hand and
place it on her crotch.

It was incredibly warm and wet. She moved my hand down to her slit and asked me
to rub her "little nub". I obediently moved my hand up and down like I had
watched her do many times, but sensing my clumsiness, she put her hand over
mine, pushed it into her slit, and gently stroked both our hands against her
pussy. Her hips swayed against our hands and she stroked my little cock a
little faster than usual. Her eyes stared at the ceiling ignoring everything
else.

Then she released my cock and my hand and told me to roll over on top of her.
It was rather awkward for me, but she kept pulling me on top anyway, then
spread her legs and put her arms around me, pushing against my bottom. I could
feel the warmth of her body, which was a little sweaty by now. She asked me to
kiss her nipples and arched slightly to present them to me. I gave each nipple
a sweet peck and looked at her for approval. She kissed me on the mouth pushing
hard against my lips and released.

"Do that to my nipples, little brother," she whispered.

Mary was four-and-half-years older that I making her eleven and in the sixth
grade. Her breasts were small but a perfect mouthful for her little brother. I
kissed and sucked on each one feeling her hard, little nipples with my tongue.
Her breathing became faster and she reached between us and played with my cock
which was quite wet and slippery by now.

Her body was moving and pushing underneath me and she kept encouraging me,
"You're such a good little brother. I'm going to give you lots of hugs and
kisses after this."

After that night, Mary took me everywhere with her all summer. She stuck up for
me when I got into trouble (which was often) and bought me candy every time we
went someplace. She eventually taught me how to swim that summer, fondling my
little hard-on under the water all the time.

We continued playing with each other for the next two years, sometimes with
Mary on top. I didn't have a clue as to the pleasure I was giving her, but I
also like it. Sometimes our cousins would visit us from Ohio and soon I was
doing it with my first cousin, Nancy, who was just a year younger than Mary.

We would get into bed together and Mary and Nancy would take turns feeling and
stroking my little cock. Their hands were also busy with their own crotches,
sometimes crossing over me and feeling each other and moaning. Then I would be
pulled on top of one of them, sometimes kissing them on the mouth, then their
nipples. They would play with my hard little cock down by their pussy for
awhile, then I would get on top of the other one and do the same thing.

Eventually I caught on to the motion and rhythm that brought them so much
pleasure. As soon as we were moving together, they would stop playing with my
cock, grab my bottom and rub hard against me. After they were both done, well
that was pretty much it. They would cover me with hugs and kisses and squeeze
my we, little cock a couple of times, then go to sleep of get dressed. I would
leave feeling I had done something good for them.

On Thanksgiving of 1958, I was in third grade when we had our family reunion at
a place six blocks from our house. Mother asked Mary to take Betty and I home,
get our baths and tuck us into bed. All the usual playing went on with Mary in
the bathroom. She tucked Betty in first and then took me to bed with her where
she gave me a really long, hard kiss on the mouth. I knew we were going to
start our playing. After fondling me for awhile, I got on top of her and she
spread her legs to let me in between. We started rocking and pushing and I
suckled her breasts, which she liked very much.

Mary was twelve now and her breasts had started to enlarge and curve upwards
making it difficult to get all of one in my mouth. They jiggled around as we
rocked and her nipples became hard and slippery. Suddenly, Mary wanted me to
stop, but gripped my bottom so tightly I couldn't move away. I though she might
be done, but she just held me tightly with her with her eyes squeezed shut.

She put her hand down by our crotches and felt my cock and said, "Oh, you a
such a good little brother!"

She kept her hand down there and rocked harder than ever, wrapping her legs
around me. I had never seen her like that before and I was a little frightened
that something was wrong. She was grunting and gasping for air. Then she looked
straight into my eyes with a blank, glazed stare and a long moan came from her
throat. Her rocking lessened a little, but she continued moaning with each
stroke, then fell motionless, still breathing hard.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me and covered my face, neck and chest with
kisses. She still held on tightly to my bottom and had her legs clasped around
me. We laid there for what seemed a long time, Mary rubbing my back and bottom,
me patiently waiting while my cock withered into limpness. Something nice had
happened and I was part of it...and I wanted to continue whatever I had done to
make Mary that happy.

I didn't have to wait long. The next evening we bathed as usual, washing our
hair, rinsing off, and getting ready for bed. This is when I knew something
special was going to happen because Mary was a little bolder than usual,
exposing her pussy to me, outright fondling me in the presence of our little
sister, Betty.

Mary asked mother if she could read us a story and put us to bed that night,
which she did. When she tucked me in, she squeezed my limp penis and told me to
sleep well and gave me a long kiss on my lips. What seemed to be in the middle
of the night, I was awakened by Mary snuggling against me fondling my cock
which was hard. Her other hand was rubbing her pussy and she was rocking
against me.

When I had fully wakened, she pulled me on to of her and spread her legs. She
reached down and rubbed my cock against her slit and told me she was rubbing
her nub with my cockhead instead of her finger. After a while, she spread her
legs even wider apart and scooted down into the bed and told me to hold still
and that she was going to put my penis into her slit "like we were lovers". She
then pushed my bottom and my little erection slipped into her pussy. She moaned
a little, but was quick to reassure me that this makes her feel very good and
asked me to keep pushing.

Almost immediately she started rocking and moaning just like the night before.
It didn't take me long to rock with her rhythm. She let go of my cock and
clasped on to my bottom. Her rhythm increased as did her moaning and breathing.

"Faster, little brother, faster," she breathed. So I went faster and watched
her face grimace and contort.

She squeezed her eyes shut, then arched against me, still rocking, her body
stiff. I could hardly move my body to continue the rocking she was holding me
so tightly. The she let out her breath, smiled at me and covered me with
kisses, still rocking and hugging. She promised me she would go slower next
time.

There were many more time after that. Unfortunately, I still had no idea what
had pleasured Mary so much, but I just kept doing it.

Our cousin, Nancy, also seemed very pleased at this new sexual experience, but
seemed to be afraid at first. In fact, we did it the old way several times
before Nancy actually pushed my little cock into her. Then she seemed to be
satisfied that everything was all right because we didn't do it the old way
after that.

Nancy was different than Mary in that she didn't kiss me as much and wanted me
off of her quicker when she was done. She was also quiet when we did it, but
she always smiled and hugged me when she was through. Sometimes she would smile
and wink at me during the day, especially at supper, so I knew she liked it
too.

Part 2

MARYANN 1959-62 (A)

Mary and I enjoyed our relationship throughout my fourth and fifth grade. I
wanted to know if other boys did these things with their sisters, but Mary
reminded me that it was all right.

"These things are for lovers," she explained. "We can do this because we're
special. I was satisfied that everything was OK.

I tried playing with some of the neighborhood girls, most of them were Betty's
friends. Gayla and Sherri would play with me in our garage and basement where I
would rub their crotches and lay on top of them. They mostly just giggled and
squirmed around and tried to play the mother and father roles, not really
getting into the same level as Mary and I.

Sometimes, one of my friends, Denny, would let me watch his sister, Theresa,
undress. We would play with our little cocks and talk about how we were going
to screw them. Denny said he and Terri sometimes played with each other's
crotches when they took a bath together.

Another one of my friends, Bruce, and I would compare our cock sizes as we grew
up. He was uncircumcised and would roll his cockhead out of his skin when he
got hard. We would watch his aunt, who was ten years older, through the cracks
of the heating vent in his house. We watched her bathe and pee a lot.

On New Year's Eve 1959, Betty and I stayed up until midnight when dad shot his
gun. They were having a party so Mary had to put us to bed. After Betty was in
bed, Mary told me to come into her bedroom where she proceeded to undress. I
knew we were going to do it, so I was pretty hard by the time she was
completely naked. As I sat on the bed watching her, she told me to rub my cock
and came over to watch me. She sat cross-legged across from me and we watched
each other play for awhile.

Mary was thirteen and in the eighth grade by then. Her skin was dark and
smooth. her breasts were starting to curve upwards, her nipples were dark brown
and hardened into little pebbles. They bounced a little to the rhythm of her
stroking.

I could see her middle finger buried in to folds of her vagina rubbing her
clitoris, then dipping down into her vagina and back again on her clitoris. Her
pussy was surrounded with jet black pubic hair that didn't quite cover her
vaginal lips. Her whole pussy moved as she rubbed her clitoris in a circular
motion.

She leaned back a placed both legs on either side of me exposing her center of
attention, and stared at the ceiling as though I wasn't there.

"Do you like what you see, little brother?" she asked and then spread her lips
further apart with one hand, not missing a stroke on her clit.

Her lips were also dark and puffy and the inner lips moved in rhythm with her
strokes. I could see her hole as she put her finger into it and then it came
out wet. I wanted to get closer to see everything better. Most of this was
still a mystery to me and very exciting, but I stayed put letting Mary enjoy
herself.

I was also very busy stroking my little penis and pinching the head. It
couldn't have been any bigger than four inches and as big around as a magic
marker, but it felt good and I thoroughly enjoyed playing with myself. I also
knew that Mary liked to watch, and it made me proud to know that I could make
her happy. My ball were like little marbles that ached when she squeezed them
but it still felt good. I had no pubic hair, it was all bare and everything
exposed.

By this time I could feel my little cock hot and throbbing, which was hard and
hot by this time. The head was beginning to turn from red to purple. Mary sat
up and grabbed my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She
pinched, squeezed, and stroked it for about five minutes. As I laid back, she
began to work on me with earnest. I watched her fingers rub over my rim and
squeezed the head, then stroke back down the shaft to the root. Her pace
quickened and my hips started to jerk and thrust with each stroke. This was a
new feeling for me. My cock actually ached all the way down between my legs.
Each time she squeezed my balls, I winced with pain and pleasure. I could feel
my ass tighten and my thighs tense up.

Mary let go of my burning boyhood and pulled me up into her arms. I felt the
warmth of her breasts and body against me as she kissed me on the mouth. Her
breathing was heavy and she rubbed my back, pulling me down between her legs
and then spreading them wider apart to make room for me. I laid on top of her
with my cock against her pussy and we started pushing and thrusting against
each other.. She covered my face with wet kisses as she clutched my bottom.

"Let's do it," she demanded as she reached down and took hold of my cock and
rubbed it against her warm, wet pussy, stroking her clitoris with the head.

I pushed forward and she raised her hips to meet my cock which slid easily into
her slippery hole. We resumed our thrusting, kissing, and grouping. But things
seemed different this time. My cock was on fire and it ached and throbbed. I
started to take the lead and stroked faster as Mary met each stroke. We both
were breathing fast and hard. My body stiffened and my thrusts became harder. I
was frantically trying to do something.

Mary opened her eyes and stared at me, then she grinned and quickened the pace
even more. Then my thighs stiffened. I could hardly move even to pump into her
pussy. My cock burned and pulsed and my balls drew up.

When the first wave of my orgasm hit, I groaned in ecstasy as I lay frozen. I
drove my cock into her again and pleasure hit my senses. Everything seemed to
be lost and in slow motion. As the next ones came, I could only grunt and Mary
took control, grinding into me, grasping me tightly with her arms and thighs. I
could feel the orgasm start to die out, but I wanted more and I tried to bring
it back with more thrusting.

I looked down at my big sister to see her with her head thrown back, eyes
squeezed shut, holding her breath. Her body stiffened. It was her turn, now.
Mary clutched my ass cheeks and arched her back.

"Don't stop! Oh, don't stop!" she rasped.

I resumed my stroking and she grunted loudly, rocking and jerking
uncontrollably. Her face was contorted and red. She let out her breath and
rocked against me several more times, staring into my face, her brown eyes
acknowledging our mutual pleasure.

We hugged and kissed while Mary giggled, "You did it. You did it, little
brother." I now understood beyond a shadow of a doubt what we had done. It was
what the word I had been using really meant. I was FUCKING my big sister.

I wanted to do it again, but Mary smiled and kissed me on the lips. She rolled
over and we curled up together and went to sleep. Later, Mary took me back to
my own bed, kissed me again, and left. I tried for over an hour to bring my
cock to the throbbing volcano it was earlier, but without success. When I awoke
in the morning, Mary had already left to spend the day with some of her
girlfriends.

We fucked each other about three times a week during the next year and believe
me, it was wonderful. I'm sure we did it in about every room of the house.
There were times that Mary was having her period and then we didn't do it at
all. She would still stroke my little cock until I came. So far, I wasn't
mature enough to actually squirt cum and had no idea that I would until Mary
told me about it.

I also became fascinated in watching Mary pee. At first, she grudgingly let me
watch her and I think it was the first time I made her feel self-conscious. She
would pull her pussy lips apart exposing the lovely folds of her vagina and
allow me to see the inner parts of her tunnel. Then the area around her hole
would relax and pout outward a little. She never warned me when she was about
to pee, so I had to watch carefully for the first dribble of urine from her
peehole. It came out slowly at first and dribbled over her hole and inner lips.
Then it would slow momentarily. After that, her pee would squirt out, some of
it hitting the water directly and some dribbling over her lower pussy. I could
hear the hiss and whistle of it coming out which excited me which almost always
gave me an erection. Then it dribbled to a stop leaving her pussy wet and
glistening. he would wipe it away in two or three swipes and abruptly pull up
her panties.

Mary knew this excited me and I think that is why she let me watch at almost
every opportunity. I would follow her into the bathroom and she would turn and
give me a grin which let me know I had her permission to watch.

Once she went into the bathroom and before I could catch her attention, she had
already gone in. I approached the bathroom door which was open a crack and
peeked in before I knocked. She was already on the toilet seat and I was quit
surprised at what I saw.

Her panties and shorts were around her ankles and her legs were spread apart.
One hand was between her legs and stroking at her crotch just like when we
played together. She was staring straight ahead and rocking rhythmically and
the seat. As her stroking increased, her gaze slowly shifted upward and she
leaned back on the seat which allowed me to see her hips and bottom and clearly
watch her fingers do their work on her pussy. I knew she was gently stroking
her "nub", dipping down into her hole to bring up her wetness to spread it all
over her clitoris. I had seen her do this many times before, but not all by
herself. I had discovered a secret life of my big sister and it was giving me a
rock hard on.

Soon Mary was rubbing her whole crotch with quick strokes which made her body
lurch and rock. Her head and body came forward and she started to climax. Her
black hair fell over her face and hid her expression, but I knew it was drawn
up into a grimace of pleasure; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, teeth clenched.
She rocked back and forth a couple of times and straightened up a little as the
enjoyment drained away.

I sneaked away, partly down the stairs and then noisily came up again. I
hesitated at the door, then politely knocked.

She let me come and said in a mocking tone, "I suppose you want to watch?"

Her face was flushed and she was still breathing hard when she spread her legs
to let me watch. The sight was delicious. Maryann's whole pussy was wet. Her
short, sparse pubic hair was drenched and curled in every direction. The skin
covering her clitoris was puffy and swollen and red with the head of her clit
plainly protruding out. Her inner lips were swollen and purplish-red and
glistening with wetness. Her pee startled me and she giggled at my surprise.
There was no hissing noise this time, her urine just dribbled out all over her
already soaked pussy. She wiped herself thoroughly and pulled up her panties
and shorts. She said something about being in a hurry, kissed me on the cheek
and bounded down stairs.

I wasted no time in pulling down my pants and underwear, sitting on the warm
toilet seat and jerking off my little penis. The knot between my legs ached for
relief. This wasn't the first time I had jerked off. After that fantastic
orgasm in Mary, I went at my boyhood at every opportunity and I had plenty of
them. I was limited to once a day and as hard as I tried, I couldn't jerk it
off to an orgasm more than that.

I could feel the urgency building in my little balls and thighs as I pumped
faster. My cockhead turned purple and the skin became shiny and tight. I could
feel my foreskin click over the rim and back again, my balls bumping up and
down. I remember watching my cousin, Bill, as he jerked off. He said he had
been doing it for about six months and I had joined in at his urgings. He went
faster and faster and then lurched into an orgasm right before my eyes. It took
me a little longer, but the pleasure was unique and it was self produced and I
could do it almost anytime.

Visions of my big sister's pussy, soaked with her wetness and pee pushed me
into an orgasm. I watched my purple head pulse with each jerk of the orgasm. My
balls and sack were drawn tightly against my crotch. I could feel the heat from
my shaft and the rhythmic pulsing of pleasure against my hand as I slowed the
pace, trying to allow the feeling to linger. Warmth filled my crotch and thighs
as the last wave subsided. I wanted it to continue and held on to my cock,
coaxing it to go on, but it was relaxing. This was so easy and it felt so good.

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