#Incest #Teen #Tween #Virgin
This story had been shared with me by a brother and sister that I knew, that I knew, and took place somewhere in the 90s. Creative license, included.
While based on true events as told by the poeple involved, some creative license has been taken and no real names were used.
It had been an eventful few days. The family had just gotten together four days ago on the Friday. Fifty of us in total. Twenty were parents, and the other thirty comprised all of their children of varying ages from three to twenty one. Nobody expected us all to show up. Though here we were in the middle of summerset beach caravan reserve, packed like sardines into numerous, but not quite numerous enough, caravans. We reserved quite a lot to be honest. For about a week, half of this reserve belongs to the Murphy’s. Honestly, it’s what ya get for having very… shall we say, productive grandparents.
My mum had twelve siblings. TWELVE! I can hardly believe after suffering through all of that she’d lump me, her only eldest son with a sibling of my own that I had to share their love with. But, they just had to get drunk that one night too many. But, I’ll admit, I love the crap out of that little bundle of energy I call Amy. Aka, my sister.
Did I forget to mention that this all happened about ten years ago? If not, then well, yes. That is when it happened. I’m twenty three now, and my sister is just a year younger than me, almost down to the same week. I was born December 21st, she was born, December 29th. That’s like hitting the bulls ass, instead of the eye, not once but twice. Talk about ya cosmic joke, right?
Anyways, back to the story at hand. We only had eight caravans, and there’s only really enough room to bed 5 in each of them. So we ended up with ten people not able to sleep anywhere because, for once in what must be a miracle of life event, everyone that was supposed to show up, actually did. It was honestly amazing, except for the last ten people to arrive…. and me and Amy, whom had to give up our own beds, and share one in a completely different caravan that happened to have a big enough bed.
Neither of us were very big, four foot tall and only modestly built. Both had bright, deep blue eyes, dimpled smiles and rounded faces. I had glasses though and Amy did not. Amy had straight, chestnut coloured hair, and I had a golden brown crown on top which faded to darker brown on the ends. Pritty, friggin’ unique and it did ‘alf get me noticed, sometimes more than I’d like.
Now, you’d think that a thirteen and twelve year old brother and sister sharing a bed, wouldn’t be a big issue, right? Wrong! Too bad for you late bloomers, if I’m honest, but I was an early starter. My first full erection came about when at ten years old. I walked in to the girls changing rooms by accident after getting out of the pool on a school field trip.
I got all of the way to the locker rooms bench and had taken off my swim shorts before my mind started registering that something was not quite right. I glanced up and saw the girl my heart skipped beats for and sung chorus’ too staring back, not quite in surprise but, perhaps awe of what I’d just accomplished. I don’t think anyone else noticed either, right then and there. She certainly didn’t have a dick. Her stomach stuck out, just a tiny lil bit and matched the slight backward curvature to her body and her breasts were only just starting to bud… just enough to draw my eyes. Her freckles painted an oval galaxy across her face, her nose was small and was the button I always itched to press. Sometimes, I did, to our mutual amusement.
When our eyes met, I stared, and I stared hard. Apparently so did my southern region. I felt it grow as my foreskin made way for the growing head it concealed. My eyes drank her in from where our eyes met, allll of the way back down to her toe nails. They were painted pink, in case you were curious. For the first time in my life, I felt, what I now understand to be somewhat intoxicated. As my dick grew from staring, so did the attention I was getting though. A woman a ways back, in front of me, yelled “there’s a boy in the womens’ changing room!”. That was followed by a deafening wave of girlish shrieks. Loud enough that my eardrum burst and blood trickled innocently down the side of my neck.
Pretty embarrassing first erection, or so you’d think but as blood made its way to gravity’s inviting allure, she smiled at me while she stole the odd glance. Though I guess ya can’t steal what is given freely. Finally aware of the fuss around me that I was causing, I gathered what little modesty I had left and casually walked out of the changing room, in to the mens. If it wasn’t for that smile, I’d have been devastated. A life long scar, right there. Though as I walked out, her smile still freshly imprinted on my retina, I strode proudly with my nob pointed like a beacon in the dark the whole way, which gave me a slight buzz. Spent a month in detention after that, had to write a 1,000 word essay on why girls should have their privacy and why I shouldn’t casually walk in to the girls changing rooms. Also received an earful from my parents, at which point I was thankful for the burst eardrum. I just tilted my head slightly and ‘listened’ in blissful ignorance. Most miserable month of my life before or since, which sums up my lifes hardships I guess. But would I do it over again if I had the choice? Every time, hell yes I would. That wasn’t quite where that story ended, but I’ll share the rest of that one another time.
So here we were, me and my twelve year old sister, stuffed in to a bed that forced a cosy posture. Our five year old cousin a few feet away, snoring contently and our parents on the other side of the caravan on a slightly bigger bed.
”John” I heard suddenly.
I was on the verge of sleep when my consciousness was mercilessly pulled back to reality; “Joohnn”; Repeated the soft voice.
“What’s the matter Amy?” I replied as any brother would.
She rolled over to face me. We had to intertwine our bare legs if we were both to remain in the bed at that point. Oh, I was wearing loose shorts, and she was wearing a long shirt that went just past her knees.
“Are you awake?” She asked.
“No, I’m sleep talking. Of course I’m awake”; I said it in a soft and playful way rather than grumpy.
“Silly. I can’t sleep either”; She said as her hands touched my chest. She’s always done that. It’s like her security blanket. She often sleep walked in to my bed at night, when she was much younger and did just that. It felt like a cat kneading my back, or my chest, like now.
I had my one arm over her shoulder and around her back, the other was rubbing softly on her side from hip to mid ribs. It was always a good way to settle her. Guess her love language was touch.
“Why can’t you sleep? Do you feel sick?”
“No, not sick. I feel hot and when I get close to sleeping I feel tingly all over”; We were still being very quiet, so we thought at least. Enough that nobody could hear what we were talking about.
Even at thirteen, the symtoms added up pretty quick. I guess having c-cup breasts already at only twelve, I shoulda figured her for an early bloomer too.
Then I asked what I’m pretty sure most thirteen year old boys probably wouldn’t have dared, or maybe even thought of; “Amy, have you ever touched yourself between your legs?”
“Sometimes.”
“Have you ever done it to make yourself feel realllllly good?”
She shied into my shoulder a little “soometimes” Her cheeks felt hot and her breathing was slightly deeper than standard.
One of her hands was no longer on my chest and based on her symptoms, I had a pretty good idea where it was.
You think this was wrong? Amoral, you think one of us would have questioned it at this point? Ha, keep dreamin’ of your perfect world. We were on the eve of puberty, and slapped together in to the same bed for the first time in what must have been five years. You think we’d have been inclined to give respect to the law? The man? Go take your fools dreams back to the funny farm. Twenty first century dude. Most kids know more about sex at twelve now than their parents STILL do. You can thank sex education and flash media for that. I ain’t complainin’ but don’t shoot the messenger.
Suddenly, as I sensed what she was doing, the life in my body returned, and energy seemed to flood my extremities; “Yeah, me too now”; I said as my breath caught in my throat. My hand slipping it’s way under my sisters long shirt that was already mostly bunched up to her high thighs.
The scent she gave out was intoxicating and further spurned on my own arousal; “Amy, I want to touch you so bad”.
“That’s ok. I… I think I want you to as well. Put your hands on my tits”; She whispered it delicately in to my ear, both knowing we mustn’t get caught doing this.
My hand slid further up on her young, supple body. I felt so sensitive to the curve of her hips, followed by the slight dip the side of her tummy made. Her breathing became a little sporadic as my hand slid up on her.
“You don’t have any nickers on?”
“Oh yeah, they just make themselves scarce at will… Of course I’m not”;
“Smart ass”.
“My ass thanks you for the compliment”; At that I squeezed her ass and called her cheeky. She smiled playfully.
Her legs widened and I felt the tip of my dick escape my loose shorts standing proudly and pointing poignantly, adding to the aromas of the situation.
I had just placed my hand on her breast when the urge to take off my shorts became overwhelming. “Amy, I need to take my shorts off.”
“Good idea, I’ll take my shirt off too.” We were still nuzzled closely at this point and fiddled a lot to get them off in such a confined space. But get them off we did. My hand returned to her breast and we hadn’t lost any of the position we’d had. She started nuzzling and kissing my neck and I nibbled on her earlobe.
Remembering a few other experiences I’d had, I suddenly decided to, at the risk of shattering the atmosphere, suggest an occurring thought.
”Amy”.
“Yeah john?” She whispered into me ear under baited breath.
“I want to show you something, is that ok? Will you trust me?”
She nibbled her lips, I think and I felt her nod her approval. She grabbed me as I started to make my move; “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving.”
I found one of her nipples and gave it a quick lick. Then another. Then one more, and I drew out a muffled groan, then I sucked it a little rougher with my hand firmly planted on her ass.
Her breaths became stronger but still suppressed and then I moved my lips further down on her body. Right up until they made contact with her very own southern lips. When they made contact, she froze.
“J… John… what are you doing? I pee out of there! She said it in a loud whisper.
I replied “Shhh, they’ll hear you, just trust me, remember?” I said it between light little licks. Her sensitive bush quivered along with the rest of her body each time, and I knew I was on the right track. Thinking back, I remembered a few things about pleasing a girl. So I dipped lower and we were almost in a sixty nine position as my inexperienced tongue lapped at her pussy from top to bottom at first. Then I slipped it in deeper and dragged it back from her vaginal opening to where the lips parting ended. She omitted a rather loud moan when my tongue ran through the top. I know now that I had inadvertently grazed her clitoris with my tongue. I liked the moan deep down, but I knew we had to stay quiet.
I avoided that area for the time being and focused on her opening. Her breath became heavier, and I found my self stifling a rather heavy moan as her hand found my shaft and her mouth found my balls. I had to stop that then and there or we’d both have been moaning uncontrollably. So I turned around and nuzzled back into her neck.
“that felt a little too good”
“Now you know the kind of moans I’ve been fighting back, you meanie. You’re driving me wild, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never felt like this even when touching myself.”
“I just have an extra year on you, that’s all.”
As we nestled in together, the top of my dick was rubbing up and down her pussy lips. We both enjoyed the sensation and just kept rubbing for a little while. We must have been doing that for about ten minutes before we started getting more urgent in our rubbing. My eyes locked on to hers, even though, in such dark, I couldn’t really see them and my lips pressed down into hers. I drew my hips further back from on top and then pushed alll of the way in, in one fell swoop. Her legs wrapped around me and she gasped, both in pleasure and in agony. I remembered that a girls first time always hurt. Her hands dug deeply in to my back. I’m pretty sure she drew blood and my mouth caught all of her stifled groans. That’s when I paused, knowing she had to have a moment or two, to adjust.
“Amy, I love you. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, sex education teachers said this part would hurt, but that it wouldn’t last for long. I just didn’t think it would hurt this much.” For a few moments, I held her, still connected inside and out, brushing my hand through her hair.
Then her hips started moving again and I took that as my cue to continue. So as if on a voyage of discovery, I plowed cautiously through her opening. First out, all of the way to my tip, slowly, and then back in, equally as slow. Feeling every tiny little inch and not wanting to rush. I let her set the pace and as she sped up, so did I. It was truly the first time I’d actually made love. It was sensual and so full of love. I wonder how many people get to experience that so early in their life? From what I’ve heard, not many. The bed creaked just a little as we worked up the pace, knocking us back down a peg or two. We reallllly didn’t want to get interrupted midway; so we slowed again and I went back to nibbling her ear. Adding a bit of suck. Her hands went to my ass and the feel of her boobs smooshed up against my chest felt divine.
“Amy, I’m gunna climax soon”.
“I don’t care, just make love to me John”.
That I did. I made sweet, sensual love to my twelve year old sister and she engulfed her thirteen year old brothers dick up to the hilt every single time. Even the sound of her breathing spurred me on further. I picked up the pace again but made sure the bed didn’t creak this time by being gentler. I grabbed her tit and squeezed her nipple. She kissed me hard and bit my lip, then buried her tongue in my mouth as we climaxed together in the darkness of the caravan with nothing but the slight sounds of our muffled moans and groans echoing into each others mouths. We were both spent after having been fucking for what must have been over one straight hour.
The next morning was certainly an adventure for the heart. I had to lay in bed terrified for about two straight hours while my mom, dad and cousin woke up and left the caravan. Our clothes were still on the floor from last night. It was honestly a miracle no one noticed them there. My sister was awake too, I could tell cuz she was very carefully rubbing her crotch against mine the whole time. But I played back and did a bit of rubbing of my own. Just enough that they wouldn’t notice us moving under the bed sheets.
And that, was the first time me and me sister had sex.
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#Incest #Teen #Tween #Virgin
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