A brother and sister discover the joys of sex together
at a young age and even when they get older. (bg,
youths, inc, 1st)
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Chapter One
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Nothing can replace the fond memories of the love I
shared with my sibling from the time we were
youngsters. Our relationship wasn't the romantic love
one shares when they are teens or married. Rather it
was tender and held a loving, albeit incestuous bond,
between my sister and I that commenced when we were
still preteens.
When I was nine years of age and my sister would have
been just short of eight, or perhaps she was an eight
year old. If the month we first had any sexually
physical contact was known I could determine if her age
would have been seven or eight.
The difference is so minute it doesn't really make a
difference overall from what occurred between the two
of us at such a young age. I still remember that Jennie
wasn't the skinny stick figure of a girl as her friends
were. My sister had a nice roundness to her limbs and I
recall how round and hard her buttocks were the first
time I touched them.
Our parents lived about five miles from the small town
of Wellsville, with a population under 8,000. Dad
always joked and said if you didn't count the dogs and
cats, Wellsville wouldn't be on the map. The first time
we had any physical contact between us was on a warn
Saturday morning. Our parents wanted to be alone and
attend the Wellsville Antique Fair held each year at
the start of summer. This celebration and fair is what
made our small town famous.
The antique fair was held at the local county fair
grounds on a weekend and commenced on Friday and ended
on Sunday evening with a tremendous fireworks display.
Those attending the fair would drive long distances to
attend the event, and some even came from other states
to sell or buy antiques. This year the special event of
the antique fair was something new and the crowd was
expected to more than double Wellsville population.
This year's highlight was an auction selling classic
automobiles from the 50 and 60's. There were also old
farm tractors and three farm steam engine tractors were
going to be up for auction during the event. My father
had wanted to own a classic car for sometime and my mom
had said if he could afford it, he could purchase one
as he worked hard to support his family.
Our parents left around seven Saturday morning for the
antique show. They were meeting with their good
friends, Dave and Ilene Jacobs, and the four of them
would have breakfast together. The Jacobs lived in
Wellsville and my parents and they would take turns a
couple times a month to play bridge. Before heading out
for their day of fun mom gave us a hug and dad patted
my sister and me on our heads and told to be good and
not go anyplace. Jennie and I hadn't dressed after we
got up and we were eating the breakfast mom had fixed
for us as our parents left for the day.
Chapter Two
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That Saturday started out different than normal for me
and I mean a lot different. After my sister had gone to
her room, I turned on the TV, but the shows didn't
interest me and I decided to get dressed. Going to my
room, I stopped by Jennie's room and when entering her
room, she screamed, "Get out of my room, you stupid
moron,"
Before my eyes was my sister and she was completely
nude. Jennie was seated on the floor in front of the
wall mirror in her room. Never could I have imagined my
sister would be naked in front of me. Yet for a few
seconds before she realized I was in her room, I
watched Jennie with wild fascination as she was seated
with her legs spread wide open and she was studying and
playing with her sex opening.
For the first time in my life I was viewing a girl in
the nude and more importantly, looking at the first
girl's sex thing in my young years. Evidently I made
some sound as Jennie turned and looked at me and she
couldn't move her hands fast enough from playing and
exploring her sex. Watching Jennie's attempt to close
her legs and get up from the floor was actually funny
as she fell backwards with her legs spread wide apart.
Before my eyes was my sister's little sex-hole and it
was pointed directly in the direction to fill my eyes
with wonderment.
"Don't be mad Jennie. You're the first girl I have ever
seen nude," I said with what must have been a good
spiel. I liked seeing Jennie stop in her attempt to
rise from being splayed out with her limbs going in all
directions as she lay on the floor.
Watching to the extent I was mesmerized at how my
sister looked at me gave me goose bumps, and she asked,
"Will you take your jammy bottoms off and let me look
at you, after all, you got to see me naked?"
For a moment I was scarred to take down my pajama
bottoms and then I did, but I was wearing jockey under
shorts. I recall Jennie saying something to the effect,
"Take off your underpants, too." Slowly I pushed them
down and after stepping from them stood in front of my
sister completely naked.
Nothing else happened during the short time we
initially starred at each other and I don't recall if
my three-inch Willy got stiff or not. What I do recall
is that both of us looked at each other and to my
surprise Jennie scooted across the floor within a
couple of feet to where I was standing.
No words were spoken, but my memory is still sharp of
how my little sister lay backwards on the floor and
pulled her legs apart. To this day I can visually
recall Jennie held onto her legs above her ankles.
Jennie pulled her legs back so her sex was completely
exposed. To see her narrow slot ease open and allow my
eyes to see the pinkness of her inner sex made me
tremble.
That was the moment I put two-and-tow together and
realized her sex and my Willy had an effect on each
other. My little worn got erect and as it did, Jennie
whispered, "Its growing... its getting big... boy oh
boy, it's stiff... wow Mike!" What caused me to turn
and run from Jennie's room I have no idea, but it must
have been what she said about my Willy getting stiff?
After getting dressed and recalling all that had
happened in Jennie's room, I went to the living room
and sat on the sofa and after a few minutes my sister
came into the room. My sister walked over to where I
was seated and asked me, "Are we in trouble for seeing
each other... do you think mom will know we were naked
together?"
"Nah, not if we don't tell her. What say we get some
cokes and things and go to our tree house, Jennie?"
Our dad had built a very large tree house for us on the
back of the 10-acres where we lived. The tree house was
really neat to us and it was made by building it around
four large trees on each corner. The trees weren't
evenly spaced so the house wasn't square, but we liked
how it had angles where it fastened to the four trees.
There was a rope ladder we could climb up and then pull
it up inside the tree house. This was nice as no one
could get up in our house unless we dropped the rope
ladder down for them to climb up.
After getting up into our tree house, which had
electricity in it and a small television and a mini-
refrigerator, also we decided to put the stuff away and
then turn on the television. After putting our snacks
in the fridge, we started watching some cartoons. After
a few minutes I looked over at my sister and saw she
was looking at me with an intense look on her face. To
my surprise I heard her ask, "Would you like for us to
take our clothes off and play husband and wife?"
What that game was I knew as we had done so when we
were younger, and even used her dolls as our children.
Then I thought of what my friends and I spoke about and
how we were born from our parents playing house and
having sex. My buddy Ted called it fucking and all of
us guys laughed and we all laughed and acted like we
understood what it was to fuck. In reality, we had no
idea.
Jennie and I removed our clothes and once again we were
nude and looked at each other. My sister was a more
than a year younger than I, but she seemed to know more
about playing husband and wife than I did. Taking my
hand in her own, Jennie pulled me down onto the old
comforter my mother had given us to recline on the
floor of the tree house. When it was folded in half it
felt nice to lie on like a small bed. Dad had put a
large thick foam thing on the floor of our play place,
which the comforter was on, also.
I lay down on the comforter and Jennie sat next to me
and put one leg over me and pushed her other leg away
from her body. Before my eyes and less than two feet
from them, I was looking at her sex-hole. There was no
doubt the view was having an impact on me and Jennie
confirmed it when she giggled and told me, "You're
getting stiff from looking at my "Tingly" aren't you
Mike?"
"Yeah, I guess so... have you done this before sis?"
"Of course not and beside whom would I do it with? Sara
and I talk about seeing boys and she has played with
her two cousins. Even Martha has let her brother see
her and touch her, but he is like older, and she said
they played mommy and daddy once, but she won't let him
ever again for some reason. Would you touch me if I put
my hand on your stiff thing... what do you call it?"
"I call it my Willy. Why do you call yours Tingly," I
asked my sister.
"Cause it tingles when I wash it or just touch it when
I'm in bed at night."
When Jennie reached out and gripped my Willy I thought
I'd died and gone to heaven. I still remember how it
made me push my hips up from the comforter. After a
short while I felt my sister moving her hand up and
down on my erection and it was better than anything I
had ever felt. At that point in my life I hadn't
started to masturbate, although I liked touching
myself. I looked on with complete feeling of
enlightenment when my little sister used her other hand
to cup my marbles.
"Gee Jennie, you make me feel good... is it ok if I
touch you..." and I reached out without waiting for her
approval.
My fingers touched her secret pink spot and I was
amazed to feel it felt kind of wet and even warm. For
the next several minutes we explored each other's
sexual parts and then we stopped for some reason. After
obtaining a coke and some chips we watched the
television.
My mind went into confusion when Jennie asked, "Mike,
are you ready to play husband and wife? I've never
played it before, but Sara told me what she had been
told by her mother about sex and her cousins. Martha
told me that the boy puts his thing in the girls and
that is how you play mommy and daddy, or that is what
she calls what they did together."
For the next few minutes my sister and I lay on the
small bed in our tree house and Jennie told me, "You
need to get on top of me and between my legs so your
Willy will go inside my Tingly."
Moving as my sister instructed, I moved on top of her
and my stiff Willy was pushing and bouncing against
Jennie's pink sex-hole. What caused my sister or where
she obtained the knowledge to do so I have never known,
but she reached between our bodies and placed my
erection in the edge of her narrow slit? I could feel
the end of my Willy against the warmth of her little
spot and it felt really great and funny at the same
time.
"Move it back and forth like your suppose to until it
goes in me," Jennie said with a funny and harsh like
sound to her voice. I continued trying to push it
inside my sister's little sex-hole and suddenly I felt
the most unique feeling of my life as my Willy was in
the entrance of sis's sex-hole.
Suddenly my Willy seemed to become even harder and then
it slid deeper inside my sister's Tingly, but not
without some difficulty. My little sister suddenly was
shouting and pounding on my back with her hands as I
pushed as deep in her little pink slot as I could reach
with my three inches of male preteen firmness. My
preadolescent cock was lodged as far inside a female as
it could reach for my length and age and any amount of
pounding on my back by my sister wasn't going to make
me pull out of her.
"Ohhhh my... Mike take it out of my Tingly... oh it
hurts Mike... you must take it out of me... ohhhh!"
Then as I continued to push my Willy back and forth in
my little sister, I knew one thing; there was no way I
was going to stop now. Jennie continued asking me to
stop hurting her Tingly and she commenced crying.
For perhaps other four minutes I moved my stiff thing
back and forth in my sister and was like I had done so
thousands of times previously. For some reason my Willy
got soft after feeling really funny for a short time. I
now realize it was from having a non-fluid ejaculation
release as I wasn't old enough to squirt my juices yet,
nor knew such things happened.
When I got up from being on top of Jennie, I looked
down and saw she was bleeding in her sex-hole. I was
scarred and thought I was killing my little sister as I
saw blood coming from between her little slot. "Jennie,
I didn't mean to make you bleed! Are you dying...
please don't die little sister, I love you," I said as
I started crying.
With tears in her eyes, Jennie for some reason
understood why she was bleeding and that she wasn't
dying. Sitting up on the comforter, Jennie grabbed the
wash cloth that we had used as a napkin and pushed it
between her legs. Looking at me she told me, "I'm not
dying Mike, but you hurt me and you are the first boy
I've made love with... I guess now I understand what
Martha and Sara meant about playing husband and wife.
Mike, you got my virginity... I know something about
what that means, but maybe you can look on the computer
and find out about a girl loosing her virginity."
About an hour later we got down from the tree house and
Jennie and I went in the house and took a shower
together. This wasn't unusual for us as we occasionally
still bathed together. Although mom had told us we
needed to stop bathing together as we were getting to
old to share the bath.
I used the shower nozzle to spray warm water over
Jennie's Tingly and after a while it was no longer
bleeding. After we left the bathroom and dressed, I
went to my room and lay on my bed. Then I got up and
checked out on the computer about a girl loosing her
virginity.
To my surprise I learned from reading the information
on the computer screen about a girl losing her
virginity. Jennie and I were surprised that a girl
getting her cherry popped was one and the same as
losing her virginity. The biggest surprise was that
some girls bleed a lot and some hardly at all and some
any.
After studying the information on the computer I
shouted for Jennie to come to my room and we looked at
the computer screen about a girl loosing her virginity.
For what reason at the time I didn't understand, but
after I was older it became clear why Jennie cried from
having her virginity taken, or her cherry pooped.
Around five in the afternoon, mom called and Jennie
answered the phone and told her she wanted us to take a
bath and put on some nice clothes and dad was taking us
all out to eat. Jennie told me, "Mom said dad has a
surprise for us, but wants us to be nice and clean.
Guess we should just get dressed as we already took a
shower."
When I was undressed, except for my jockey shorts, I
walked into Jennie's room and saw her standing in just
her panties. For what reason I don't know but I walked
over and hugged her. Then I kissed her on the lips and
said, "I think I love my sister... I really liked what
we did... it will be another hour before mom and dad
get home... want to do it again Pretty Sister?"
With a giggle to her voice, Jennie replied to my
comments, "Only if you don't hurt me this time."
After removing our under garment, I moved with Jennie
to her bed and after she lay down, I moved on top of
he. I was already hard when I got on top of her. The
pain must have been more than I thought as I entered my
little sister's Tingly, but she endured the act and
after several minutes she actually whispered to me, "Oh
Mike... you feel good, but it still hurts from the
first time... will it stop hurting after we do it a few
times?"
Although I didn't really know that for certain, I told
Jennie, "Sure sis, it only hurts the first few times
and then it feels good for the girl." There something
about my comment that Jennie thought was funny and she
laughed and told me, "It hurts and feels good both, and
can you make your Willy longer in me?"
"Yeah, I will reach inside and stretch it for you...
your silly Jennie... do you like doing this... is this
how girls get pregnant, Sis?"
"Yeah, I guess... mom never told me how she got
pregnant."
My hands somehow got under Jennie and I was holding her
hips and they felt really great and I told her, "Boy
are your hips hard and smooth... I like you Jennie... I
want to kiss you again and..." Without waiting I moved
my lips to Jennie's soft lips and started kissing her.
For whatever the reason, I found kissing my sister more
sinful than the fact we were fucking and I said
something to the effect, "Is it bad when we kiss... I
like you lips on mine..."
Chapter Three
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Mom arrived home and as she pulled into the drive
Jennie and I saw she was alone. Then I heard a horn
blow and saw dad driving up in a bright red and white
'55 Chevy convertible. I ran from the house and as dad
got out of his classic car, dad told me, "Hop-in Mike,
here get behind the wheel son. Someday when you're old
enough you'll be taking girls out in this beauty."
Wow! I felt like a million dollars and realized dad was
telling me that someday the car would be mine and
without him knowing it, I had not only gotten my first
automobile, but that day had my first sex, first
cherry! All this on the same day... life in my mind
couldn't be any better as I attempted to fathom all
that had occurred that day.
After we arrived at the restaurant, I heard mom ask my
sister, "Jennie honey, are you alright... you seem to
be walking funny... are you constipated again?"
My sister often had trouble with her bowels and had
been seen by the doctor a couple of times for the
problem. Doctor Epstein instructed mom to give Jennie
an enema on various occasions. Somehow I understood the
true reason my sister was walking funny and it made me
laugh.
Mom stopped me from laughing when she said, "Guess I
will give you a good dose up your ornery-behind when we
get home, then you won't laugh at your little sister's
problem, Mr. Mike." That curtailed my laughing as one
time I had to be cleaned out and I hated it and it made
my tummy feel like it was cramping during the
procedure, as mom referred to Jennie's problems.
During the remainder of that summer my sister and I
didn't engage in intercourse, nor even mess around.
Jennie did tell me she and Sara had spoken about sex,
but my sister told me that she asked questions as to
what it would be like and how did it feel so Sara
wouldn't know she had done it with someone.
A week before school started my sister and I engaged in
sex once again. My grandma and her second husband-to-be
came to visit my mom. They stayed in my room and
Jennie's room. We convinced mom to let us sleep in the
tree house and after we pulled the ladder up inside and
closed the trap door and locked it, we snuggled
together on the make shift bed. After a while Jennie
asked if I wanted to play husband and wife as we were
sleeping together just like mom and dad.
After removing our night clothing, I had no more turned
toward my sister than I felt her hand grip my Willy.
Within a few minutes I was stiff and rolled over on top
of Jennie and eventually got my stiff thing inside her
Tingly. This time we played at husband and wife for a
long time and didn't stop until I was worn out from
working back and forth inside my sister's sex-hole. In
fact, I had gotten soft and it kept falling out of her.
After a few minutes Jennie asked me if she could do
something like married couples did and I said, "Isn't
that what we have been doing?"
"Sure it is silly, but there is something else we can
do and Martha told me about her doing it with her
neighbor, Billy Joseph. Imagine the surprise in my nine
year old brain when Jennie moved down and started
sucking on my Willy. In no time at all I was extremely
hard and after she stopped moving her mouth on my
Willy. Lying on her back, Jennie told me, "Push it in
me hard and move it really fast and hard this time and
don't you dare stop after what I just did for you. "
This time when I mounted my little sister I did it to
her for so long I got sore from moving it in and out of
her Tingly. Then I got that really weird feeling and my
body shook from excitement.
I listened to my sister as she told me, "Gee Mike, you
making me feel really good, even better than when I rub
my little spot." when she wrapped her little arms
around me, Jennie started kissing me and I liked her
kissing me, so I kept my lips on hers.
My little sister was wiggling around under me like she
was being electrocuted, and her legs wrapped around my
back. Suddenly my sister was telling me with a really
odd sound to her voice, "Oh Mike... move it faster and
harder... yeahhhh... I like youuuuu... Mike, do it
harder... I feel so funny Mike... eeeyieee..."
In later life I have come to assume that I gave Jennie
her first climax from having sex. Although at the time
I didn't know, and still have no knowledge that my
sister hadn't enjoyed sex with some other boy from the
time we first had sex. I believe she likely messed
around with someone when she stayed overnight with Sara
or Martha. Jennie never volunteered to speak on this
subject and I have never asked, but she told me during
high school that she wanted sex with someone other than
me.
One summer afternoon my sister and I were having a bit
to eat at the local hangout and Jennie asked, "Mike
would you get mad at me if I did it with someone else?
I sure would like to know what it feels like with other
guys... have you done it with another girl...
especially with Linda Spaulding... she is a real bitch
and does it with all the guys. Should I do it with
someone else...? I don't want you to be mad at me Mike,
what should I do... tell me..."
"You're old enough to figure that out on your own... I
can't tell my sister to have sex with another guy...
and no I haven't been with "Spreading Spaulding" and
just remember, we've been careful... don't get the
tummy like your friend Martha... gawd damn... she is
fourteen and has a baby... do you know who the father
is of her little boy?"
"No, but I'll bet it was her cousin Dutch who made her
pregnant."
"You're kidding... Dutch McNeal... hell he is like in
his twenties, he is old to be with Martha... gee," I
replied.
"Mike I'm scarred to do it with someone else... I have
tiny boobs and only a wisp of hair. You even said my
Tingly wasn't growing much fuzz on it, remember?
"Sure I've said that a lot, but I always get excited
when I look between your cute legs. Hey sis, how many
times do you think we've done it together... it has
been five years that I have been doing you. Man, have
you any idea how many times you've let me up inside
you. It feels really great... maybe I would rather you
wouldn't do it with another guy."
"Even if I'm only twelve... you still like me... my
bumps will never grow... you really like my little bit
of hair...? Do you know I haven't started my periods
yet? Mom is taking me to see Doctor Epstein next week.
She will know I've been having sex and if I do it with
someone else, that way mom won't know it has been with
you."
"You haven't started the curse yet... I didn't know
that..."
"Would you like to do it in the tree house again...?
Mike we haven't done it there for a long time... not
even last summer... want to go home and get in the tree
house and...?"
I still remember my sister asking me to do her in our
tree house and after finishing our lunch we headed for
home. That afternoon the world shook and trembled for
me like never before. To this day I recall the
experience with my sister and how I felt as we messed
around in our kiddy tree house.
After undressing, I watched my sister as she took my
thing in her mouth and kind of moved all around on it.
Now that I'm experienced I understand Jennie never gave
me a true blow job, or at least during our younger
years. That day my Willy felt really different as my
sister seemed to make her mouth tighter on me and moved
her mouth up and down on my hard thing.
Shortly after, and I recall I had turned thirteen in
May and it was now July, so I was three months past
turning thirteen when my world exploded. When I eased
my Willy up inside Jennie she started speaking to me
differently than she ever had, or so it seemed to me as
I remember that afternoon.
"Ohhhh Mike, you bigger today than you've ever been. It
has been over a month since we have done it and you're
bigger down there now. Oh gee you're really deep or
something this time. I like how you feel and you can do
it harder if you want augh Mike! Yeah Mike, do it like
that," my sister had said as I was working it in and
out faster and harder.
Suddenly my body seemed to become rigid and my Willy
felt like it was going to blow apart. Then I shouted
out as I ejaculated for the first time in my life and
it was inside my little sister. "Jennie... aughhhhh
Jennie... I'm doing it for the first time... I'm
coming... coming some more. Oh Jennie I love you... I'm
getting my first come... in you... nowwwww gee,
Jennie!"
After going off for the first time, and how I knew that
was what I was doing I've never known. Guess that is
just part of growing up when you're a kid and you have
spoken about the thing would happen some day, and then
it did. For a few minutes I lie on top of Jennie and
remember how in the past the "dry comes" were great,
but this one was a "wet come" and I was at last a man
and got my nuts off.
""Something is wrong Mike... did you pee in me, I feel
something running from my Tingly" Jennie asked me?
Rolling over off my sister, I sat up and looked between
her legs. There was my first come running from her
little pink hole. There was a thin-white-like substance
oozing from her little pussy, and it was making the few
hairs on the top of her thing look funny.
"Jennie you made me come... I got my first come today
and it feels like the world exploded... did you feel me
come in you... could you feel it make you wet inside?"
"Not really but you sure made it feel good. Mike. You
ready to do it again?"
That afternoon we did it four times and I felt like a
real man. That night Jennie and I took a bath together
before going to bed. While we were in the bathing in
the tub, I had a boner on constantly during our washing
off. Just as I was about to ask Jennie if she would
like to have sex again, Mon walked into the bathroom.
Mom sat down on the toilet and looked at us and asked
very softly, "Have you two been taking a bath together
all these years? Maybe it isn't such a good idea, as I
can see your growing up Mikey."
My mom always called me Mikey and I knew she meant my
Willy was like an adults. Did she know sis and I were
having sex? Then mom told us both to stand up in the
tub and face her.
"You two are growing and I want to point out something
to you both. You're not in trouble, but I guess I need
to explain a few things. Mike, see your sister has
started to develop and her breasts have formed small
buds. And I see she has a little patch of hair growing
on her female part. And you my dear son are pointing a
very dangerous weapon out and up from your body. Have
you started to ejaculate... you know squirt stuff from
your manhood... you're a big boy now Mike. Both of you
are growing must stop bathing together."
Instead of telling my sister and me to stop bathing
together, mom finally said we could still wash
together, but hoped we didn't cause problems by telling
anyone else about our habits. Both Jennie and I swore
to never tell and before long Jennie had mom explain
about a girl getting pregnant and what all must happen
before a girl can become an expectant mother.
Hearing her definition of how a boy's stuff contains
semen and when it is inside the girl, she can have her
eggs federalized. That story at first scarred me as I
thought I had made my sister pregnant, but mom cleared
that up when it was decided that my sister was still
too young to have a baby.
Until she was nearly eighteen my sister didn't have a
period. When she went to the doctor at age twelve, she
was told by Doctor Epstein that she was normal and not
to worry about her periods. Jennie was embarrassed when
Doctor Epstein spoke to her about putting things up
inside her vagina. Hearing my little sister tell me
what the doctor said to her made me laugh, and Jennie
was mad at me for thinking it was funny.
"You won't believe this, but Doctor Epstein was looking
up in me and she had this shinny metal thing that she
put in me and it pushed me open down there. I about
died when the doctor said I could hurt myself with
carrots or other things by pushing them up inside my
vagina."
"She really told you that... really?"
"Oh yea, and that wasn't all. Doctor Epstein whispered
as she was checking me and told me," 'You must be
careful if some boy should put his penis in you... you
might get pregnant... although it might be a few years
before you start you periods from what I see in my
examination. Jennie, from what I see you must have been
doing things for a few years now... is it only with
some object and not a boy?"
I listened as my sister told me these things and
thought that she had informed the doctor about she and
I having sex. Instead Jennie told me, "I told Doctor
Epstein that I only put things in me and hadn't done it
with boys my age, but please don't tell mom."
Chapter Four
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I guess I got ahead of my story, but after our first
experiences we enjoyed our sex together often.
The next morning I heard mom calling us to wake up and
come in for breakfast. We were still nude from last
night and I had a stiffly and asked Jennie if we could
do it again before going in the house. This time was
even better than before and both of us got some form of
pleasure from working our sex things together. Later we
found out we were having what amounted to climaxes,
even though I didn't ejaculate, but evidently Jennie
got off from her clitoris being stimulated, even if she
was only eight years old.
Our grandma stayed for four days and Jennie and I slept
together the total time in the tree house. We became
adapt at what felt the best when I would move my Willy
inside my sister's sex-hole. The last night we spent in
the tree house was exciting as something we hadn't
thought of or considered took place. We were looking
out the window of our house in the air and we saw the
drapes on the windows in our parent's room weren't
closed.
"Look Mike... there is mom and dad. They are
undressing..."
"Jezz, yea... maybe we shouldn't watch." Yet neither of
us made a move to stop looking at the house. Although
it was a fairly long way to the house, we could still
see our parents undress and then the shocker of all
times hit us. From what we could see, it appeared that
dad was kissing mom's breasts and then her stomach and
then we could no longer see them and determined they
must have moved to the bed. Then the lights went out.
That night my sister and I had lots of discussion about
what we had seen and I kissed Jennie's tiny nips and
then her tummy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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