Copyright (c) 2006, OkieTX. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Thursday, July 13, 2006 This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com. A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: oksister.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Sister Written by OkieTX I have often wondered what it would be like to have had sexual relations with my sibling sisters. The following novella is perhaps how it would have occurred. I would like to read your responses. I have to think back several years to recount this true story. I have read so many other articles here that are clearly imagined without a bit of truth in them. I finally decided to write this true story as best I can remember it. My sister Jean was five years older than me. When she was 13 she had a slim and very trim body. We used to wrestle, playing of course, in the back yard out near the garden and couldn't help but press against her every chance I could get. It felt good to do that. One of our chores was to hoe the garden of weeds during the summer months. We would manage to work our way to the rows of tall corn where we couldn't be seen from the house. In there is where I first learned the differences in the makeup of a girl's body and of a boy's body. She always wore a very loose play dress in those days and I only wore shorts. We went barefoot when we played outside or worked in the garden. When we would find ourselves in the corn patch we would put aside our hoes and sit down in a shady spot. She would let me look down the top of her loose dress at her breasts and I always loved to see them. I wanted to touch them but she said that they were best sucked so she showed me how suck her breasts. It was real pleasant to suck on her breasts and feel her nipples rise a little in my mouth. She would hold me tight against her while I sucked contentedly. I told her that I always liked to wrestle with her because I could feel her body against mine. She would only grin and ask me what I liked most. I told her I liked her belly because I could feel her breathing hard while we played. She would tell me to put my belly close to hers while we lay on the ground and breathe together. It was so nice to do that in unison and she would sometimes open her legs to let me lay closer. One time during the time we were in the corn patch she let me touch her down there. I had asked several times to do so and she refused saying that I was too little. That always irritated me and I told her I was big enough to do it and she should let me. I can remember the first time she let me touch her between her legs. I had put my hand up her play dress and found that her panties were wet. I thought it must have been sweat because it was hot in the summer and there wasn't much breeze in the corn rows. She told me to feel inside her panties and I found she was very wet there. She asked me to put my finger inside her but I didn't know exactly where. She guided my hand until my finger was in her pussy. She told me that was its name but never to say it around the folks or anyone else. She told me my thing was called a peter and that we should never say those words around anyone. I promised and we would lie side by side and play with each other. Sometimes she would move her body a little bit in time with my finger going in and out of her pussy. I always looked forward to those times in the corn patch. Jean was always caring for me and looking out for me. Now she was teaching me the ways of an older boy. She said that there was more we could do but not in the corn patch because we might get caught. I asked her what else we could do and she told me she would show me the next time the folks went to their Friday night dance in town. It was only a week to wait. They went each Friday night right after an early supper. Jean was told to baby-sit me until they returned late at night. She was to put me to bed at the usual time and then she could read if she wanted to. This was before television was available in our community. We amused ourselves with the radio, reading, playing games, or in our case, playing with each other. My room was just off the kitchen and had a window looking out over the table. When the folks left the next Friday night, Jean went to her room and got a small book that she kept hid somewhere where no one could find it. It was one of several that the older kids at school would pass around to their friends. I learned later that it was called a French Fuck Book. It had perfectly drawn cartoon figures but with exaggerated genitals and breasts. She never said who passed them to her but she would have a new one every few weeks. That next Friday night after the folks had left, she put on her nightgown and brought her book to the table. She turned a chair around backwards so she could straddle the corner of it between her legs. I watched through the window as she began to read through the well-worn book. Soon she let the top of her gown down around her waist and would massage her breasts as she read. I knew that her gown had also been pulled up around her waist. I watched until she would lay down the book and rock back and forth on the chair corner. I decided that was when I would quietly sneak out of my room and come to the table. I only had on my underwear as I made my way down the short hall to the end of the table where she was reading under a table lamp. She didn't notice me at first but became aware that I was standing beside her. She asked me what I was doing out of bed and I told her I needed to go out back and pee. She said to go ahead and then get back in bed. I returned shortly and found she had pulled her gown back up over her breasts. She said to go on to bed but I told her I didn't want to and that I wanted to see what she was reading. She said I was too little and I told her that I hadn't been too little for us to play with each other in the corn patch. She finally agreed to let me see the book if I promised never to tell anyone about it. I promised and she told me to stand beside her while she turned the pages. I could read most words by then, except for the ones I had not seen before. I asked her to start at the beginning and she did. She asked me if I could read the book title. I slowly read "French Fuck Book". She asked me if I knew what the book was about. I said if must be about something good because I had been watching her on Friday nights playing with her breasts and rocking back and forth on the corner of the chair when she read it. She grinned and said that I was probably old enough to learn about it. She explained what the book was about. She said it was about people fucking. It had not heard that work before and she explained that what we did in the corn patch was almost fucking. All we had to do further was to put my peter in her pussy while we rocked our bellies together like we did before. Then she began to turn the pages and said that we would first read the book together and then we could act out the parts. I told her that would be OK with me. I was beginning to feel a tingle in my peter just standing there next to her and looking down at her breasts in her loose gown top. She began to read and held me closer to her. As the story progressed the characters began to take off their clothes. I thought that would be fun to do later. Then the man would suck on the woman's breasts and she would suck on his peter. I thought that was very strange. But even stranger when the man began to suck on her pussy. Toward the ending of the book the man and woman were fucking in every conceivable position. By that time, Jean had let the top of her gown back down around her waist and I could see that her nipples were hard. My peter was pretty hard too. The book was finished and Jean asked me if I wanted to play act like they did in the book. I told her I did and she led me to the divan in the darkened front room. There was a small window on the north side of the house from that room that would let us know when any car headlights were coming down our dead-end street. She said to take off my shorts and she took off her gown and for the first time we were both naked together. She spread her gown on the divan and laid down on it. She said that now we were going to fuck. She said there was a right way and a wrong way to do it and that she would teach me the right way. She said I should start by massaging her breasts and then take turns sucking them until the nipples stood up straight. While I was doing that she played with my peter squeezing it and pulling slightly on it. Then she said that I should kiss her pussy. I was a little bit hesitant but she said I would like it and only needed to learn how. She brought me close to her and kissed me fully on the mouth. I liked that a lot and we kissed for some time. She said to just do the same on her pussy. She opened her legs and arched her pussy up and I went around to the foot of the divan and knelt down between her legs. I placed my lips on her wet pussy and she moved it just like she did in the corn patch. She rubbed it against my mouth and told me to put my tongue out into it. I did and it tasted different but good. She soon pulled me up to her and said it was her turn to suck my peter. She said we should do everything we read in the book. She began to suck on my peter and it got very hard. She said if I started to come to let her know. I asked her what she meant and she said if I felt something start to come out of my peter to tell her. I told her I would and she continued to suck me as I played with her breasts. Soon she said it was time to fuck and that I would always know when that time came because the girl's pussy would be very wet and my peter would be very hard. It certainly was time then. I remembered how we almost did it in the corn patch and crawled in between her legs. She arched her back and pushed her pussy up high to help me get my peter in. With a little practice we were thrusting back and forth in a pleasant cadence and she locked her legs behind my back and breathlessly said to "fuck me hard". I pushed as hard as I could and she groaned and only thrust harder. After several more minutes she began to quiver and hold me tighter. She said she was coming and to keep fucking as she did. I continued and felt warm liquid around my peter and it made a slight sloshing sound as we fucked. Soon she became limp and asked if I enjoyed it. I told her it was real fun and that I liked it a lot. She said we would do it every Friday night when the folks went dancing but that I was never to mention anything about it to anyone. This continued for quite some time. Until I turned ten years old in fact. She had met a boy who she was later to marry. She was now fifteen years old and I was a tall, stocky built boy of ten. Her breasts had filled out more and she had a pleasant gathering of fine hair around her pussy. I envied her and she said that I would soon grow some hair around my peter. She had become good friends with Elsie, our neighbor down at the end of our street. They had begun taking turns spending the night at each other's house. Jean had to continue to baby-sit me, the folks thought, on Friday nights while they went dancing. So Elsie would spend Friday night at our house with Jean and Jean would spend the following Saturday night at her house. Jean explained that when Elsie spent the night with her in her bedroom at the front of the house I was not to come in, but was to stay in my room. I did that a few times but soon began to really miss our Friday night fucking times. Jean kept the door to her room open so that the car headlights would shine into the front room and could be seen from her room. I often crept out of my bed and sneaked close to her room when they were in there in the dark. I knew it was too early for them to have gone asleep. And I could hear faint, pleasurable sounds. One night I decided that I could not hold out much longer. I had learned to jack off like Jean had taught me to do. She had showed me how she finger-fucked herself until she could come. I thought back on those good times and just had to see what they were up to. I quietly went out the back door and around the house to a bedroom window and peeked under the blind. I saw them naked on the bed, one on top of the other and they were fucking! I didn't know girls could do that. I thought about that as I quietly returned through the back door to my room. After a few minutes I decided that if they were actually fucking it would be alright if I watched at least. So, I tiptoed through the dark house to her room and quietly crept to the edge of the bed. I dropped my shorts and began to jack off slowly. Jean was sucking Elsie's pussy. I could see it plainly and Elsie was massaging her big breasts and moaning slightly. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they paid no attention to anything else. Elsie began to moan louder and Jean sucked harder and finger-fucked herself. I watched all of this. Soon Elsie quivered and bucked her pussy high several times and Jean crawled up to kiss her and hold her. I stepped up closer to the bed and suddenly Elsie saw me. She gasped loudly and covered her breasts with her hands. Jean asked me what I thought I was doing there. I told her I wanted to fuck. Jean said that I was not supposed to be in there but I bravely said that if they were going to fuck I wanted to also. Jean was trying to assure Elsie everything was alright. She told her that she and I have been fucking for two years and that I could go a long time. Elsie was very frustrated at being found out that she and Jean were fucking friends. She told Jean that I would tell everyone. Jean assured her that I knew how to keep secrets and she made me promise Elsie that I would never tell. Elsie began to calm down and took her hands away from covering her breasts. It was just moonlight coming in through the open window beside the bed but I could see they were much larger than Jean's breasts. And her nipples stood out further than Jean's did too. Jean said it would be alright to get up on the bed and I crawled up between them. Jean told Elsie that she had taught me how to fuck and that I was pretty good at it. Elsie looked at Jean and asked how in the world could a ten year old boy fuck right? Jean said that I could and Elsie didn't believe her. So Jean told me to show Elsie how I could fuck. I started to massage Jean's breasts as she had taught me and she stopped me and said, "no, fuck Elsie". Elsie was just watching me and I moved closer to her. I had never even touched her before but we were all naked and there was nothing that made me bashful. I began to massage her big breasts and she would turn slightly to let me reach the opposite one. Then I began to suck on them, rolling my tongue around her nipples as Jean had taught me to do. I soon began to feel her nipple harden just as Jean said they always do. I moved a hand down to her pussy and it was wet and I knew she was ready and that she and Jean had already been fucking. I put my finger in her pussy a few times and pulled up on her pelvis the way Jean like me to do. Elsie was enjoying it by now. I moved to her feet and got between her legs and began to suck on her wet pussy. She really liked it and Jean and she began kissing each other. Jean had turned around on the bed and Elsie began to kiss her pussy just as I was doing to her. I knew Elsie was very wet and ready to fuck. I moved up and worked my peter into her pussy and began to thrust slowly at first the way Jean liked. Elsie was moaning and sucking Jean's pussy harder. Jean was moaning also and soon began to quiver and rolled over onto her back and began to finger-fuck herself. Elsie began to thrust harder against me and soon she bucked harder upwards nearly throwing me off. She made a gurgling sound and I felt a lot of her pussy liquid around my peter. I knew she had come. In all the time Jean and I fucked over the last two years I had never come. But this time it was Elsie and I felt a tenseness down the inside of my groins and my legs automatically closed together and I pushed my peter in as far as it would go just in time to feel a tightening grip inside of me forcing something out of my peter. Elsie said "you're coming" and Jean said to pull it out. I did and more shot out on Elsie's belly. It was the first time I had come with a girl. Elsie got up and got a wash pan out on the back porch and filled it with water and took it onto the grass and squatted on it and sloshed water up her pussy. Jean and I had gone with her. Elsie told Jean "he has to wear a rubber next time". Jean said she would get me some. For the next several months we had these fucking sessions. Finally, one day, Jean told us she could no longer do it as she would soon be marrying and it wouldn't be right to keep fucking with us. Elsie said she was probably right and that she would bring Ethel with her next time and introduce her to our fun times. I had always known Ethel. We were exactly the same age. Elsie and Jean had obviously thought up the idea that if they were no longer going to be fucking regularly that I should not be penalized. It was Elsie's idea to bring Ethel next time. That weekend night came and all of us played basketball outside until the folks left for their dance. Elsie and Jean went inside the house at dusk and said to come in a few minutes. I had an idea what might happen but Ethel didn't. When we went inside the darkened house, Elsie and Jean had on only their panties and bras. Ethel was embarrassed. She hadn't begun to wear a bra yet and wore the usual girl's play dress. Elsie told Ethel to sit down beside her on the divan as she wanted to tell her something. We all sat there while Elsie told Ethel that she knew that Ethel liked to play with her own pussy because she had seen her do in when she was bathing. Ethel was really getting embarrassed and Jean told it was OK because all girls do that. Jean asked Ethel if she had ever played with a boy's peter before. Ethel didn't want to answer but just shook her head no. Elsie asked her if she would like to play with mine. Now, Ethel and I were in the same grade at school and I had pinched her but playfully several times in the last year. Ethel blushed and said she guessed so. Elsie asked me if I would like to play with Ethel's pussy. I said I sure would. Ethel was just trembling all over by now. Elsie said we should all get undressed and play games that she knew Ethel would like. She and Jean led the way and undressed completely and Jean unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down as I stepped out of them. Elsie pulled Ethel's dress up over her head and there we were, Ethel and I, dressed only in her pants and my shorts. I went to Ethel and hugged her and told her it would be fun and she would like it and I pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them. I pulled off my shorts. We were all naked now and were sitting on the divan. Jean said we should go into the bedroom. Elsie asked Ethel if she knew what fucking was and Ethel said she did. Elsie said that I could fuck real good and that she would really like it. Elsie went to her jeans and pulled out a rubber and put it on my peter. It would hardly stay on because it was not that large yet, only about five inches long. Ethel was taking this all in and was very red in the face. Jean and Elsie got up on the bed and told us to come up beside them. Jean told Ethel that her and Elsie would also fuck while we fucked. Ethel didn't understand that at all but when she saw Elsie lie down on top of Jean and they started grinding their pussys together she understood right away. I pulled Ethel toward me and did what I had memorized so long ago. Her little breasts were only about the size of half a lemon and neither of us had any pubic hair. She had very slight nipples and I massaged them and kissed her until she started becoming responsive. Her nipples began to harden and I placed a hand on her pussy. She shuddered and a coaxed her legs apart. Elsie and Jean were thrusting regularly now and holding each other tight. It was very conducive to Ethel and me. She became very warm and her pussy was hot. She became to get wet when I finger-fucked her. I asked her if she liked it and she began talking, telling me she had wanted to do this with me for a long time. I told her we would be fucking for a long time to come and she smiled approvingly. After she was lubricated, I crawled on top and put my peter in her pussy. She caught her breath and I told her to push up when I pushed down. Soon we were fucking in a comfortable thrusting manner. She put her arms around me and held me tight and said it felt real good. Jean and Elsie had stopped and were watching us. Elsie asked Ethel how she like it and Ethel told her it was wonderful. Jean asked her if she would like to fuck until she became tired and Ethel said she wanted to fuck as long as we could. She was using the word "Fuck" now and that just made it all the better. Elsie told her that I had been fucking her and Jean for the last several months when Elsie came to stay overnight. Ethel looked at me while we were slowly fucking and asked if that was so. I told her that it was true. Then Jean told her that she and Elsie could no longer fuck with me and that she, Ethel, would have to take over. Elsie asked Ethel if she would like to begin to fuck me whenever she could and Ethel said she really wanted to. The talk was beginning to get pretty intimate and Ethel was beginning to pant and I had to remind her to push up harder and faster. I felt her stomach tighten up and she began that familiar quiver along the sides of her stomach and I could feel her legs tighten on me. I knew she was about to come and I tried not to come myself. Elsie asked her if she was alright and Ethel said she thought something was happening inside her. Elsie just laughed and said, "little sister, you're about to come." And she did. It wasn't much but her face flushed and she got real hot and her body went limp, but she continued to thrust upward slightly, only slower. About that time I felt that I was going to come and I didn't know if the rubber had stayed on so I pulled it out the way Elsie like me to do and sure enough, I emptied my come on Ethel's panting belly. Jean was watching closely and when she saw that we had come, she held Elsie tightly and finger-fucked herself until she also came. We all went out to the back porch and washed up. Then we sat around the front room, naked, and playing with each other. Elsie let me suck her pussy again and then I sucked Ethel's pussy. She really liked that. Jean sucked my peter and then motioned to Ethel to do that too. She didn't hesitate and sucked me until it got hard again. Elsie said it would be OK for me and Ethel to fuck some more if we wanted to so Ethel laid her head on Elsie's bare legs on the divan and I fucked Ethel again while Elsie and Jean kissed and Elsie soon finger-fucked Jean again. That was how Ethel and I began a long period of fucking throughout the remainder of school. We went our separate ways eventually but we had many good times together and even invited a couple of her friends, individually, for threesomes. Jean got married and left home. Elsie took a job in another state. *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.