Serving My Sister
I'm sure would have been different if she were fifteen
and I was only twelve, but just the opposite was the
case. I was almost three years older than my pretty
little sister.
I had just "enjoyed" a serious growth spurt and had
reached almost six-one and about 165 pounds which was
Ok but the big thing, no joke intended, was that my
genitals had matured wonderfully and impressively. At
least they were impressive to the guys I showered
with. It was hard to measure because it curved upward
when it was stiff, but it was at least seven and
probably closer to eight inches long and about as big
around as one of those energy-drink cans, maybe the
handle of my tennis racket was just about as thick and
hard.
I could get my hand around it but she could not. The
head was incredible now, purple-red, seriously sloped
and bullet shaped with a hard ridge that flanged out
and really hooked on when it was fully in. Screams
were normal when I fucked a girl, dozens of them,
every time I pulled back. My testicles had also
matured and my scrotum was now nearly baseball-sized
when it got excited and hard as a billiard ball. My
recovery time was very short, and I usually could
climax three times before needing a rest.
Now my sister, on the other hand, had matured
relatively early and was developing breasts when she
was ten or so and a girlish shape by the time she
reached twelve. Now she was almost as tall as I am,
wonderfully long-legged and well beyond cute. Boys
drooled and full-grown men stopped and stared.
The fun started when she began having weekend
sleepovers the summer after her 12th birthday, and the
house was filled with squealing girls in frilly pj's
or tiny nighties. I was in an almost constant state or
sexual arousal.
One Sunday afternoon after the three guests had
finally departed with more squeals, she came into my
room and stood beside me.
"What's going on?" she asked. "You're always hiding
out when my friends are here, closing your door or
going down to the basement."
I stopped reading the porn story I was enjoying, put
my Mac to sleep and turned to face her, lust in my
heart, my balls in turmoil, well beyond tumescent,
painfully eager as I had been for a couple of days.
I put my hands on her butt and pulled her close so
that her pointed jugs were right on my chest and her
lips were there to kiss. We kissed.
"Let me show you," I said when our mouths pulled
apart, and we both got our breath. I opened my fly and
flopped out my excited but not fully erect member. It
just hung there, long and thick and pink, jumping
around, the big head swinging from side to side.
She squealed but I wouldn't let her go as it rose
between us until it was right below her lovely jugs.
"See this thing, this big thing. When you and your
friends go running around almost naked, it gets kind
of excited, painfully in fact, and I have to release
the tension or I'll go crazy. So I got downstairs and
jerk off at the set tubs. Understand?"
She nodded and licked her lips. Then she reached out
and touched it with her forefinger and blinked at me.
We kissed some more with her hand on my shaft, and she
skinned off her shorts and underpants and climbed up
on my knees, legs widely spread, our eyes locked
together. We didn't say anything as she wiggled
forward, rose on her toes, grasped my blood-hot ram
and captured my glans with her fluttering labia.
"Oh," she signed, "it's so big and hot." I felt her
lips close behind the head. I was in a girl for the
first time and no longer a virgin.
My hands still cupped her buttocks and I pulled her
closer and down on my rigid shaft. She whimpered. In
it went, inch by inch, slowly spreading her open,
dividing her hymen and filling her pre-teen vagina.
She gasped and shuddered when it was in to the balls
and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Wonderful!" she gasped. "I knew it would be!"
Her pussy rippled the whole length of my throbbing
shaft. Now she was no longer a virgin either. We had
deflowered each other, taken both cherries.
I pulled back and inch or so, and she squealed as her
flesh was stretched and what was left of her hymen was
ripped from her. I pushed it back in quickly, and she
moaned and moved her hips up against my thrust, still
fluttering, her baseball-size boobs hard against my
chest, my pubic hair and bones abrading her tiny clit.
We began, heaving and humping together, both of us
grunting with effort, snorting for breath, giving and
taking. We were ignorant but hot and hard to please,
to satisfy.
I stumbled to my feet with my luscious sister wrapped
about me and heaving her slot massaging my rod and
made it to my bed, laid her down, mounted up, pushed
her knees back toward her ears and had at her.
She was one the few girls I ever brought off with just
my cock, and it was a good thing we were alone in the
house because she really screamed when she arched on
my striving ram.
I was still pumping when she calmed, and I asked, "You
fertile, or safe?"
She shook her head and I slowly pulled it out of her,
clamped hard on the underside and slid up between her
jutting tits to her mouth before I ejaculated and my
sperm dribbled from her chin.
We both went to the bathroom and cleaned up some, and
then I lay back with my cock standing upright in my
hand, and she mounted me and rode me hard until she
gave up on climaxing again and collapsed sobbing with
pleasure. I rolled her over and again reached the
point of no return, pulled it out, and she jumped on
it and sucked. I exploded three times, crying out with
pleasure.
That was how it started.
After that almost every weekend, she brought a nubile
girl to my bed and I deflowered her.
It was Friday and I was ready, eager to meet the next
little beauty who would pay homage to my cock. After
nearly three months of action, I had taken exactly a
dozen cherries and put pictures and descriptions of
what each girl and I did in my computer along with
pictures and short movies my sister made with her
phone.
I heard the door slam and the feet on the stairs and
there was my beautiful sister and a pair of beautiful
blondes. "Look, look," she cried, "twins. Aren't they
pretty?"
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