After Dad left us, Mom pretty much fell apart. Or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say, she imploded. Now that I have been through my own marriage disintegration, I can finally understand what she was going through. Back then though, all me and my little sister knew, was that we needed Mom desperately, but she had withdrawn from us and we were more or less left to our own devices.
Is it any wonder, that we grew very close........
This lasted for about a year. During which time Becky and I became inseparable. Except at night. Every night, Becky climbed into bed with Mom, which suited me just fine - because I had just discovered the joys of masturbation. And having Becky around at night would have somewhat cramped my style.
But - after about a year or so - Mom finally pulled herself together. She payed more attention to us, cleaned herself up, found a job, and very soon started dating.
And then - one day - her latest slept over.
And Becky was banished from Mom's bed..........
I had finished jacking off, rolled towards the wall, and prepared to doze off, when the door opened. I wasn't surprised - having half expected it - and listened to Becky's feet pat-pat-ing towards the bed. She scrambled up, burrowed under the sheet, pushed her little body as close to my back, as she could get, laid her arm across my waist, sighed deeply, and lay still.
"Boo!" I said softly.
Becky just giggled, "Can I sleep with you tonight? Mom has locked the door and I get lonely by myself."
"Sure Beck. G'night."
She gave my neck a little kiss and we drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up with my usual hard-on, and snuck out of bed and into the bathroom to take care of it. By the time I returned, Becky was gone.
On the second night however, I was still reading when Becky showed up. She closed the door, ran to the bed, and landed on top of me with a flying leap. I grabbed her, and we wrestled and tickled each other for a while, until I gasped, "Enough!"
Becky had ended up at the foot of the bed. Now she leaned back on her elbows, soles of her feet pressed together, knees wide apart and grinned at me: "I win!"
And the whole universe staggered about me.
I was frozen, as I ogled the creature before me. Surely this was not my little sister!?
She had long, flowing, brown hair atop a roundish face. Her eyes had a slightly Asian cast to them, and a cute little button nose sat upon her smiling mouth.
Her spindly arms disappeared into the puffy sleeves of her light pink top. Which was now pulled up - revealing her belly-button. Becky's skinny legs - now invitingly wide apart - ended in her lacy pyjama-shorts, with a bow in front. Our tussling had given her a wedgie, so I could see the bottom of her cheeks, and the soft inside of her thighs, where the material was only just barely covering her privates.
Becky had stopped smiling and looked at me quizzically, "What's the matter?"
What indeed.
I took a deep breath, and realised that I had a hard-on.
Oh shit!
I babbled something about her elbow having gotten me in a tender spot, but I was ok, and we should go to sleep now.
Sleep - yeah, right.
There I was - the vision of Becky's crotch still burned onto my retinas - a throbbing hard-on - and Becky's warm body pressed up against my back, with her arm across my waist.
It was a long night..........
Luckily, the next day was a school-day, so I didn't have to spend the whole day with Becky. I was still somewhat distracted though.
When I got home, I did my best to avoid her. I hoped, she didn't notice, as I loved her dearly and didn't want to hurt her.
Inexorably, bed-time approached. And I didn't know, how to handle it. In the end, I decided to wait up for her, so I could control the situation. Or maybe I was just trying to convince myself, that this was better than feigning sleep.
I sat up in bed, and must have read the same page at least ten times without it registering. Finally, the door-knob moved.
Becky danced into the room - wearing the same pink outfit - presumably intent on another wrestling match.
"Sorry Beck - no play tonight. I'm not feeling well, let's just get to sleep."
It wasn't as bad as I feared, and soon I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, when some moron roared down our street on his motor-bike.
I was lying on my back, Becky's head was on my bare chest, her leg was thrown across mine, and her hand rested on my belly.
I was acutely aware of everything. Becky's soft breath on my chest. Her groin pushed against my leg. And most of all, her hot little hand, scorching my belly - just inches from my dick - inches, which were shrinking fast, as I started getting an erection.
What should I do? Roll over? Duh. Of course! But I didn't. I just lay there, until I couldn't stand it anymore. Then I moved her hand upwards, so I could undo my pyjama-pants without disturbing her.
And then I started rubbing my cock. Stealthily at first, then with increasing urgency, I jacked myself off, but couldn't quite climax, until I imagined that it was Becky's hand pulling on my dick.
That did it. I erupted and blew two loads across my belly. Relieved, I reached for my tissue-box, and cleaned up the mess. I'd shot quite a ways up my belly. Even across Becky's hand. I gulped and delicately cleaned it up.
Buttoning my pyjama-pants, I rolled over at last and went back to sleep.
The next few nights were uneventful. I was getting used to the situation. Still getting turned on by my lovely little sister, but able to control it.
Until the night I woke up spooning Becky.
I think it was her hair tickling my nose, which woke me. I blew it out of my face and took stock. My arm was draped around her tiny waist, and my dick was jammed up against her ass.
Jeez! I moved first my arm, then my pelvis, and finally rolled onto my back. That would have been something - Becky waking up with my log jammed between her ass-cheeks..........
I chuckled, as I gave her a little pat on her tush. A pat, which turned into a lingering caress, as I unbuttoned myself. As I started jacking, I slipped my other hand inside her shorts and lightly stroked her cheek. So soft - so warm. My fingertips slipped into her crack and I came..........
The next night, I couldn't get to sleep. Once again I lay on my back, Becky snuggled up next to me, her head on my chest, her arm around me, and my dick craving attention.
I waited until I was sure she was asleep, unbuttoned myself and started jacking off. When I was getting close, I stopped and reached for the tissues, intending to catch my cum before it could splatter everywhere. But this disturbed Becky, who shifted slightly and ended up with her hand on my abdomen. Just touching the tip of my dick.
To this day, I don't know what possessed me. I counted to one hundred, while just lightly stroking myself with my fingertips. Then, as every sense was tuned into Becky - alert for the slightest hint of her waking - I took hold of her wrist, lifted it, and placed her tiny little hand on my penis. Oh wow - that felt good! I lay there - unmoving - for a while. My dick was throbbing under Becky's warm hand. I placed my hand on hers and slowly curled her fingers around my eager member. Then I started moving my pelvis back and forth. Not much though, my dick was moving little more than an inch in Becky's hand. And it wasn't very tight. Just enough friction to let me cum after about four minutes.
But - as my dick started pulsing, Becky's hand tightened a little bit, which caused me to groan involuntarily.
Becky stirred. I froze and held my breath.
But nothing further happened.
I moved Becky's hand, cleaned up the mess, and rolled over - vowing never to take such a risk again.
But the following day, I just couldn't stop thinking about Becky's warm hand on my dick. By bed-time, I was eager to repeat the experience.
Unfortunately, Becky wasn't co-operating. She kept tossing and turning for a long time. And when she finally did fall asleep, she was facing away from me.
Darn it!
Well, she'd taken so long to fall asleep, that I had actually lost my erection.
Disgruntled, I turned my back towards her, and finally fell asleep.
The following day was a Saturday. Mom had to work and I was still feeling out of sorts. Eventually, I decided to take a bath, as they relax me. I told Becky to behave herself, and jumped in the tub.
Gradually - just lying there, in the hot water - I felt some of the tension ease, when the door opened and Becky marched in: "I want to have a bath too!"
I was still sorting through all the pros and cons in my head, when Becky simply started getting out of her clothes.
Aw jeez!
I looked at the wall, thought about baseball, tried to remember the words to a song, and then Becky was climbing into the tub: "Move your legs!"
A moment later, she was sitting there, facing me, knees up, splashing water at me.
I figured, the best thing to do was to avoid looking at her. So I leaned back and closed my eyes.
Becky was babbling, while splashing around, while I tried to pretend I was a submariner, trapped on a sub slowly filling with water, when Becky stretched out her legs and her foot touched my dick.
I jumped, as if electrified, water splashed everywhere, and my eyes flew open.
Becky looked concerned: "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"That's ok." I croaked. "You just startled me, that's all."
But that wasn't all.
I looked at her tiny feet - almost touching my balls. My eyes were drawn up her skinny legs, until they stopped at her hairless little snatch. And my cock started getting bigger - and bigger - and bigger. Until it was standing straight up, with the head poking up out of the water.
Becky giggled.
My face grew flushed and I tried to hide my embarrassment. But Becky pushed my hands away: "Lemme see!"
While she was examining my prick, I kept staring at her snatch. It was the first time, I could get a really good look at it. It looked very tight. But oh so inviting.
"Why is it so big? Is there something wrong with it?"
"Uh - no - it just means, that it..........uh..........it's sort of..........swollen up. It will go down later."
"Like a mozzie-bite?"
"Um - yeah. Exactly like that."
"Does it itch? My mozzie-bites always itch like mad and I have to scratch them."
"Yeah. It itches. Sometimes I rub it, and that makes the itch go away - and the swelling go down."
What on earth possessed me to say that?
Becky looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Want me to rub it for you?"
Hell-no! Are you crazy? I can just see you telling Mom when she gets home: Mom! Guess what we did in the bath today?
"Uh - sure. Just be gentle. It's very sensitive."
"OK."
And Becky scooted forward in the tub, reached out, and gingerly touched my shaft. She gave it a little rub, and then reached out with her other hand to steady it.
"Where does it itch the most? I suppose at the top, where it's so red?"
"Pretty much everywhere, but yes - it's worst at the top."
And so my little sister started rubbing my cock in earnest. "It feels funny. Hard and soft at the same time." Her little hands were rubbing all over the shaft, but concentrating more on the head. As I felt myself getting close, I knew I would have to tell her to stop.
"Beck?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Keep rubbing the top. Harder!"
Four more strokes and I erupted.
Becky squealed and stopped. "What did I do!?"
"Nothing, it's alright!", I gasped, grabbing my dick, and squeezing some more semen out. "You did good. It'll feel better now."
"What was that white stuff? It didn't look like pee. Was it pus?"
I almost said yes, but in a moment of prescience told her, "No-no. It always comes out, when my willie feels really good. And you made it feel really, really good just then!"
Becky looked proud of herself, but a bit dubious as well. "But it's still big. Does that mean, it's still itchy?"
"Well - a bit. But not as bad as before."
"Hmmm."
Becky spread her legs and looked down at herself. "I guess, boys are different." Then she looked alarmed: "I won't have white stuff coming out of my cunny, will I?"
"Cunny? Where did you learn that word?"
"That's what Sara says it's called. Why?"
"Never mind - and no - you won't have white stuff coming out of yours. Only boys do."
Becky was spreading her little lips and comparing herself to me.
My "swelling" started up again.
"Sara says, boys put their willies inside cunnies, and that's how you make babies. I think she's lying. It would never fit!"
The girl is killing me!
"When you get older, your - cunny - will get bigger, just like the rest of you. It'll fit then."
"Oh. Ok."
She seemed to lose interest then, moved back, and resumed her splashing around.
But I was on fire.
I just had to know.
"Becky, let's go in the bedroom. I want to show you something."
"Ok. I was getting bored anyway."
We stepped out of the tub, dried ourselves off, wrapped the towels around, and headed for my bedroom.
"Take the towel off, and go lie on the bed.", I told Becky.
I was breathing heavily. More from fear than lust, I suspect. But my need would not be denied.
I sat on the edge of the bed. "Beck, you made my willie feel really, really good, when you gave it a rub. Better than anything! And I'd like to thank you, by making you feel just as good. Do you want me to?"
"Does it feel as good as one of Mom's massages?" Her face fell. "Not that she gives them anymore."
"Oh Becky. It feels way better than that!"
"Really? Ok - go ahead!"
I took a deep breath, "Close your eyes - spread your legs - and just relax!"
As Becky complied, I dropped my towel with trembling hands, and positioned myself between her legs. I lowered my face towards Becky's naked little pussy. And then I kissed her soft mound. I kissed her all around her pussy, as my dick started leaking. And then I licked her. I started on one thigh, worked my way across her little mound, down the other thigh, back up, and then I ran my tongue up Becky's little slit. Slowly - all the way from the bottom to the top.
And as I kept licking, I slowly worked the tip of my tongue deeper and deeper into her tight little snatch.
Once I looked down, and saw that my dick was fully engorged, with a long strand of pre-cum hanging down. The sight made me lick even harder. And now - every time, I reached the little nub at the top of Becky's snatch - she whimpered and pushed her pelvis into my face.
Suddenly, Becky grabbed my hair and held my head still. She pressed her little pussy hard against my face and shuddered two or three times, before letting go of me. "Ooh wow!" she panted. "That really - was - much better than - a massage."
I didn't answer. I was overcome with lust, as I repositioned myself. Roughly grabbing Becky's legs, I spread them as far as I could. Then I placed my dick onto her swollen pussy and rocked myself backwards and forwards.
Becky didn't say anything, just watched my dick move forward and backward with wide open eyes.. All too quickly, I felt myself getting close. Losing all control, I tried pushing the tip into her vagina. It didn't get far. All I could do was poke the head just inside her lips. It was enough. In a moment, her pussy was overflowing with my hot cum, as I spurted and spurted.
Bed-time would never be the same again..........
