 TEACHING LITTLE SISTER

 An Incest Fantasy by Day Dreamer


 At sixteen, my little sister Chrissy is a knock-out, a real
 true-life beauty. She started maturing early and is now
 five-two, with 35-22-34 measurements on a one hundred five
 pound body. With her flawless complexion, long auburn hair,
 and startlingly deep green eyes, she could easily be mistaken
 for a youthful model, perfectly exemplifying all the sweet
 and fresh characteristics of young womanhood.

 Chrissy has a very a sweet nature and personality, and this
 contributed to our complete lack of the brother-sister
 friction that sometimes develops in a family. On the
 contrary, she has always been one of my top supporters,
 attending all my football and basketball games and cheering
 me on. Being three years younger, she bestowed on me a
 childlike hero worship--I was always her big brother, her
 hero, her knight in shining armor. As far as she was
 concerned, there was nothing I couldn't do nor was there any
 problem I couldn't solve.

 The relationship was more than reciprocal. As we were
 growing up, I adored little Chrissy and doted on her. I was
 always interested in and proud of all her achievements and
 encouraged her whenever it was needed. If anything, I gave
 Chrissy more attention and love than our parents. They both
 worked in very stressful jobs, and at the end of their
 workdays neither had much energy left to deal with our "kid
 problems."

 Because of this relationship, Chrissy early on got into the
 habit of bringing her problems to me. I fixed many a broken
 doll, put band-aids on her bo-bo's, and dried her tears and
 tickled away her real and imagined hurts. This relationship
 carried over into her teens and has resulted in my being far
 more protective of her than is the case with most brothers
 and sisters.

 One area where this especially showed up was in her
 relationships with boys. In this regard, I've been almost
 tyrannical in the way I've monitored and screened her dates.
 It's a wonder our relationship hasn't suffered because of
 this, but Chrissy takes it in her good-natured way and just
 thanks me for caring that much about her welfare. Despite
 her phenomenal beauty, Chrissy is very shy and vulnerable
 with boys, often coming home in tears from a date. To help
 her with such problems, I've tried to explain how boys think
 and act so she'll better be protected in her dealings with
 them.

 One problem Chrissy has had to face head-on is her developing
 sexuality. Many of the problems and teary eyes she's brought
 to me have been related to this area, and I've tried to deal
 with them in a completely honest, straightforward manner. I
 haven't used any "birds and bees" stories, but have explained
 and described sexual relation issues in the everyday common
 words she hears from her girl friends. From these conversa-
 tions I knew that Chrissy was still a virgin, but based on
 the noticeable tension and the odor of feminine sexual
 arousal that I detected from her when she returned from some
 of her dates, I believed this to be a short-lived condition.
 Because of that, I arranged for her to secure and start
 taking birth control pills. She laughed at my being so
 protective, assuring me that she still far from going all the
 way. Nonetheless, to indulge me if for no other reason,
 she's taking the pills religiously.

 I greeted these developments with very mixed feelings. On
 one side, my protective feeling about her wanted to shield
 her from the bad early experiences she could have if she
 chose the wrong boy. On another hand, I could see that she
 has highly developed sexuality, and I didn't want to stand in
 the way of her being in a position to develop and grow in
 this important aspect of maturing. On still another side, I
 found myself disturbingly jealous. As much as I told myself
 it was completely wrong to feel that way about her, I was
 absolutely turned on whenever she came in from a date with
 that musky odor of a woman in heat about her. I pictured in
 my mind how her little virginal pussy must look, smell and
 feel, about how wet it must be, and even though I fought
 against the feeling, I couldn't prevent my getting a hard-on.
 I found myself with the thought that no pimple-faced boy
 deserved such a treasure, and even worse, I harbored a
 secret, almost irresistible longing to be the one to claim
 it. That she might have had similar thoughts was beyond my
 comprehension, beyond any hopes that I had buried deep within
 me.

 One Friday evening, Chrissy came in from a date about 9:00 in
 the evening, much earlier than her usual 11:00 or 11:30. I
 was alone in the house, our parents being away for the
 weekend, and was watching television when she came in the
 door. Usually, she stops and says hello to me and relates
 how her date went. This evening, she did neither, but
 hurried upstairs to her room. I found this very strange
 because the boy she had dated was one I approved of as being
 almost good enough for her. I was hoping that if she did
 have to lose her virginity it would be to a boy like him, one
 who probably would be gentle with her. Apparently, though,
 problems had developed on the date, because she was home
 early and--based on her not having stopped to greet me--
 upset, hurt, or angry. I heard the shower start running and
 decided that as soon as she had finished her shower I would
 go upstairs to check on her and be the best big brother I
 could be.

 After I heard the shower stop and had given her enough time
 to get dressed, I went upstairs. The door to her room was
 closed, and the sounds of light sobbing came from its other
 side. I knocked lightly and asked, "Chrissy, is it okay if I
 come in?"

 The sobbing stopped for a moment, and Chrissy said, "If you
 want to." I opened the door and Chrissy's room was darkened,
 with only the light from her vanity shining. She was already
 in bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck. Her face was tear-
 streaked and her eyes red from crying.

 "Baby, baby, what's so wrong?" I asked softly, sitting on the
 bed next to her. I stroked the hair back from her forehead
 and kissed her lightly on a wet cheek. "Did you have trouble
 on your date tonight?"

 Chrissy sniffled a little and answered in almost a whisper,
 "Yes."

 "Boy-type problems?" I asked, knowing she would recognize
 that I implied the whole range of sexual relation problems.

 "No, Jimmy wasn't a problem. You were right--he's real nice,
 and I liked him a lot."

 Puzzled, I pressed on. "Well, it's obvious something's
 bothering you," I said, taking a tissue and drying her cheeks
 for her.

 Chrissy gave me a little half-smile, rueful more than happy,
 and answered, "I just had some Chrissy problems, that's all."

 "That sure tells me a lot," I said. "What do you mean,
 'Chrissy problems.'"

 Chrissy's tears had about stopped, and she sat up in bed,
 apparently ready to explain. When she did, I had a hard time
 concentrating on the conversation. From what I could see,
 she had on a pair of baby-doll pajamas, and the sheer top did
 not hide much. The swell of her breasts pushed them out, and
 the nipples and darker rings around them were more than just
 hinted at. I had to fight to keep my eyes from off that
 sight. The sight also made me wonder how a girl with such
 beautiful attributes could be having problems.

 Chrissy didn't notice my discomfiture and continued her
 explanation. "Well, I had decided that I was ready to go all
 the way with a boy, and that because he's such a nice guy,
 Jimmy was to be the one." My heart started beating faster
 with this disclosure, and I wondered whether I would be able
 to sit through her description of the episode without her
 being able to see the mixed feelings I had about it.

 "We went out to Chisolm Lake and parked. After we kissed a
 while, I put my hand on his leg to let him know I was
 interested in more. He returned the favor and after a while
 he put his hand under my dress and played with me. I could
 tell he was getting really ready, so I suggested we get into
 the back seat. Before we did, I took off my panties. He saw
 me do it, and undid his belt and pants. We both got in the
 back seat and he got between my legs and tried to put it in
 me."

 By this time, my cock was rigid and throbbing. It gave me
 funny feeling, because here I was getting horny about my
 sister telling me about losing her virginity, something we
 had discussed in times past. Nonetheless, I could picture
 her in that car, legs spread apart, pussy wet and waiting,
 and the picture aroused me more than I had ever been in my
 entire life. I ached to reach out and stroke the abundant
 swells of her breasts; I longed to put my hands between her
 legs and "play with her" as she said Jimmy had done.

 Chrissy paused, and in a hoarse whisper I said, "And then
 what happened? Go on."

 Talking softly, Chrissy continued, "That's when things got
 bad."

 "It hurt real bad?" I said, anticipating the rest of her
 story.

 "No, it didn't hurt, because he didn't put his thing in me.
 I didn't let him."

 "You didn't? What did happen, then?"

 "Well, when he got ready to put his thing--what do you guys
 call it, a cock? When he got ready to put his cock in me, I
 just clamped my legs together and kept him from doing it. He
 must have been really ready because after he rubbed against
 me a little he spurted all over my front. That's why I had
 to come home and take a shower. Oh, Bobby, I was so
 embarrassed! Here I had made my mind up and at the last
 minute I just couldn't go through with it. I just asked
 Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and
 crying about the whole thing. I'm really something, aren't
 I!"

 A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I
 couldn't fully understand or explain, I was joyous that
 Chrissy had chickened out. I realized, though, that it
 wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and that I
 had to support and encourage her to continue, even though her
 first attempt had been a total disaster.

 "Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not unusual for a girl to do that
 the first time. A virgin has a right to misgivings. Don't
 be angry with yourself. You do need, though, to try to
 figure out why you acted that way so you'll at least under-
 stand why. Do you know why you didn't go through with it?"

 Chrissy looked up at me and just barely nodded her head.
 "You do know?" I said.

 Chrissy nodded her head more emphatically and whispered,
 "Yes, I know, but I can't talk about it."

 For the first time that I could ever recall, Chrissy didn't
 want to confide in me. I was taken aback, completely puzzled
 by her actions. I put my hand against her cheek and caressed
 it with my finger tips, saying, "Chrissy, I respect your
 wishes if you really don't want to talk about it, but
 remember, this is Bobby, your big brother. We've never held
 anything back from each other. Do we want to start having
 secrets now?"

 Chrissy's face fell and tears started welling up in her eyes
 again. "No," she whispered, "I hate secrets."

 "Don't you want to tell me, then?" I asked.

 Chrissy sat up straighter and almost defiantly said, "All
 right, if you want to know, I'll just come out and tell you.
 The reason I couldn't do it with Jimmy was...the reason was
 because he wasn't you."

 I was stunned. We just sat there in silence, looking at each
 other, my letting the meaning of what she had said sink in.
 I was having a hard time dealing with it. If I had heard her
 right, then all the fantasies I had had about her, about the
 way we might make love, about claiming her virgin treasures,
 were no longer just my fantasies alone, but were shared by
 her also. I had to be sure that she had actually said what I
 thought she did.

 "Chrissy, do you mean...?"

 "Yes, you big lunk, that's exactly what I meant. I meant I
 didn't want to give my virginity to Jimmy. I meant I wanted
 my first time to be with you. I meant I wanted my first time
 to be with someone I love and who loves me. Someone who will
 take care of me and be gentle and make it something that is
 completely good. I don't want my first time to be a quick
 wham-bam in the back of a car with some kid I hardly know.
 Bobby, for as long as I can remember, I've dreamed my first
 time would be with you, with my dear, sweet brother Bobby."
 After saying that, she reached out to me and wrapped her arms
 around my neck and hugged me tight. "Oh, Bobby, you just had
 to know, didn't you! What must you think of me now!"

 I stroked Chrissy's back as I held her and thought about her
 question. Finally, I answered. "What I think is that you
 are the only one of us who's been honest, who's faced up to
 their true feelings."

 Chrissy pulled back and looked me square in the face. "Does
 that mean you feel the same way I do?"

 "Oh, God, Chrissy, even more! I've just tried to bury my
 feelings, to pretend they haven't existed. Society says its
 wrong for a brother to love his sister, and I've wanted to be
 the best big brother you could possibly have. But every time
 we've talked about sex, every time you've come home from a
 date hot and bothered, every time you've talked about going
 all the way, I've felt miserable. I wanted it to be me.
 I wanted it to be me who not only told you about sex, but
 showed you as well. That old brother-sister taboo has kept
 me from letting you know how I feel."

 "Oh, Bobby, that old taboo was invented before there was
 birth control, to keep defective babies from being made.
 It's probably been to prevent brothers from forcing
 themselves on their sisters, too...and, I guess, sisters from
 forcing themselves on their brothers." Chrissy paused in
 thought for just a moment and said softly, "I'm not forcing
 myself on you, am I, Bobby? You're not saying this just to
 humor me, to keep me from being embarrassed about what I
 said, are you?"

 I took Chrissy's hand and moved it to my crotch. "Feel that
 and tell me what you think." Her fingers lightly moved over
 the bulge that was so evident in the front of my jeans and
 then moved down my leg, tracing the contour of my swollen,
 throbbing cock.

 Chrissy's eyes widened, and she said, "Oooh, Bobby, you're
 so hard. And sooo big! Are you that way because of me? Am
 I doing that to you?"

 "Yeah, it's all because of you. Seeing you in that top,
 holding you like this with your breasts rubbing against my
 chest, and thinking about what you will look like completely
 naked has done that."

 "You want to see me completely naked?" Chrissy whispered.

 "Oh, yes, Chrissy. I've dreamed about how you would look
 without any clothes."

 "Well, that's worked both ways," Chrissy said. "I've had
 dreams about seeing you naked, too. With your cock hard and
 poking out in front."

 "What else did you dream?" I asked.

 "I dreamed we were both naked. That you caressed my entire
 body from head to toe. That you kissed me like I was a girl-
 friend, not a sister. That you kissed me all over...in all
 the places where it feels good." Chrissy then added, very
 softly, "Then I dreamed you made love to me, that you took my
 virginity, and it was sooo gooood." Chrissy put her arms back
 around my neck and pressed herself against me. She whisper-
 ed, "Bobby, please make my dream come true."

 Instead of answering with words, I turned her face to mine
 and kissed her. I kissed her like a girlfriend, not a
 sister, opening my mouth wide and probing between her lips
 with my tongue. Hers responded immediately, moving out to
 meet mine and coiling in swirls and circles around it. She
 dropped her head to the pillow, and I followed, continuing
 the kiss even harder. Our mouths were wide open, lips spread
 against each other, soft and wetly working in little nibbles.
 Chrissy started breathing faster and I felt her heart
 increase its tempo against my chest.

 I pushed my hand under her pajama top and moved it over her
 right breast, lightly brushing across it with my finger tips.
 Taking her nipple between my fingers, I gently rubbed the
 hard little button and ran my fingers in a circle around it,
 tracing the rosy ring that engirded it. Chrissy arched her
 back up against my hand and moaned softly in pleasure.
 Taking her whole breast in my palm, I kneaded and softly
 squeezed. Chrissy spoke muffled words, "Oh, God, Bobby!
 That's so good!"

 Moving my kisses, I kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her
 nose, her ear lobes, and then her neck. Each was a wet kiss,
 with my tongue making little circles of wetness on her skin.
 I lifted the bottom of her pajama tops, exposing those
 perfect breasts, each half-melon shaped and just as firm.
 My lips moved to them, sucking the little strawberry that
 topped each of them. Her nipples hardened and swelled,
 standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked
 around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples.
 Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the
 underside of each breast, moving from its base out to the
 nipple. Chrissy moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me
 each time I drew out a stroke of my tongue.

 While I was making love to Chrissy's breasts, I moved my hand
 under the sheets that covered her lower half. I found her
 thighs and stroked each one gently, almost feather-like. I
 moved to their inner sides, finding baby-smooth skin. Chrissy
 moved her thighs apart, inviting my hand to further explora-
 tion. My finger tips moved up, drawing little circles as
 they moved. As I approached the vee of her legs, they spread
 apart even more, leading my hand into the pleasures that
 awaited there.

 Finally, I touched the lace that trimmed the edge of
 Chrissy's pajama bottoms. The lace was damp. I moved across
 it onto the silky smooth area of Chrissy's crotch. It was
 soaking wet and slick. I found the edge and inched my
 fingers under it. Damp, curly down met my fingers. My
 finger dipped down and found the cream-covered lips conceal-
 ing Chrissy's mysterious feminine treasures. With just the
 slightest amount of pressure, I stroked my finger tip between
 those lips and into the valley between. It was like moving
 into a warm, slickened passageway. The labial lips pressed
 against my finger, almost sucking it into her secret sexual
 regions.

 My fantasy about Chrissy's pussy was coming true--I was
 "playing with her," and both of us were loving every minute
 of it. While I was making her dream come true, she was
 turning my dreams and fantasies into reality. I needed to go
 farther, though. I needed to fully bare Chrissy's body--make
 her naked, completely open to sight and touch--and touch and
 kiss every sensitive part of her.

 Chrissy's hips hunched up to meet my hand as it explored her
 hidden, nethermost parts. She was almost panting now, her
 breath coming in gasps. My finger moved down between her
 legs even more and came to her "little man in the boat," the
 ultra-sensitive hooded clitoris, the nexus of her pleasure
 center. I lightly flicked my finger across it, and Chrissy
 jerked her hips upward, moaning as electric jolts of pleasure
 flowed through her. Moving my finger through the wetness of
 her creamy flow, I flooded her little love bud with juice and
 rubbed it lightly in a little circle. Chrissy's hips humped
 up against my hand, and she cried, "Oh, Bobby, that's so
 goooood!"

 Keeping one finger busy on Chrissy's love nubbin, I moved two
 other fingers lower, spreading her lips apart. She was
 soaking wet and the crotch of her pajamas was now almost
 dripping from the aroused flow of her love juices. My finger
 at last found what it had been seeking, the opening of her
 tunnel, the tunnel into the innermost parts of Chrissy's
 woman sex. I moved one finger into the opening and probed.
 The hole was slippery and tight, but my finger slipped into
 the cavity without difficulty. Down to the first knuckle,
 then down one more, and finally, my whole finger was immersed
 in Chrissy's cave of pleasure. I wanted to move my finger in
 and out, imitative of the action my throbbing cock longed to
 be taking, but her pajamas restricted my movement. It was
 time to rid her that impediment. It was time, too, for me to
 reveal her little virgin's pussy to my sight, to see first-
 hand what I had seen to now only in my fantasies.

 Reluctantly, I moved my hand out of Chrissy's pajamas and
 then took hold of the sheet that covered her. Slowly I
 pulled the sheet down. My breath was coming faster now, and
 my heart thumped in anticipation of the sight I knew would
 soon be revealed. The sheet came slowly down, and top of her
 pajama bottoms were revealed. Then all of her bottoms, and
 finally the sheet went to the floor and Chrissy's whole body
 was fully shown in all its magnificence. Her beautifully
 formed legs were still splayed apart and her pajama bottoms
 were askew from my explorations. A big splotch of dampness
 covered the crotch area and the wide swatch of Chrissy's
 abundant pubic down showed clearly through the wet, trans-
 parent fabric.

 With just the lightest of strokes I ran my hands up Chrissy's
 legs, stroking her feet, then her calves, and then up to the
 white, full thighs. I caressed the sensitive insides of her
 thighs, making little circles in the wide part just under her
 crotch. Chrissy moaned and moved her hips in little circles,
 urging my hands to go further, to go the very center of her
 pleasure pit. Instead, I moved my hands to the top of her
 brief baby-doll pajama bottoms and started to draw them down,
 slowly, inch by inch. Her little belly mound was revealed,
 just a slight bulge of baby fat still apparent. Then the
 dark, auburn bush came into view. Lower still, the full
 glory of Chrissy's whole vulva was revealed to my hungry
 eyes. Chrissy's soaking, creamy vagina. The musky odor of
 her arousal wafted up to my nose and my arousal was increased
 even more. The whole area of Chrissy's sex mound was awash
 with her juices and invited loving attention. My cock
 throbbed and indicated that it was ready to provide such
 ministrations.

 In one swift motion I drew the pajamas down over Chrissy's
 feet and then to the floor. She was fully nude now, and I
 was in awe of just how beautiful she was. "Chrissy," I
 whispered softly, "you are the most beautiful thing I've ever
 seen."

 "Thank you for such a sweet compliment," Chrissy replied,
 "but this is completely one-sided. I don't have any clothes,
 and you have all of yours. You're seeing all of me, but I
 can't see any of you. It's time for you to get rid of your
 clothes, too."

 With that, I stood up and took off all my clothes. I stood
 there in front of Chrissy, fully nude, my cock standing
 straight out, stiff and throbbing. Its head glistened,
 covered with the pre-cum that my arousal had produced.
 Shyly, Chrissy reached out her hand and ran her fingers along
 my cock and then wrapped her hand around it. "God, Bobby,
 you're beautiful, too. So hard, and so big. Will it be
 possible for that to go inside me?"

 "Girl's stretch to be able to take it all in. After all,
 babies come from the same place as this goes in, and babies
 are a whole lot larger than my cock."

 "I guess so," Chrissy replied, still sounding doubtful.

 I sat down on the bed next to Chrissy, drinking her in with
 my eyes. I put my hand out and stroked her breasts, then
 lightly ran my hand down over her rib cage, her little belly
 mound, and then to her Venus mound. She lifted her knees and
 spread her legs apart, giving me full access to her swampy,
 down-covered center of pleasure. I moved my hand over her
 mound and dipped my fingers into the spread labial lips of
 her vulva. They were now even wetter than before.

 "I'm so wet, Bobby. Am I supposed to be like this?"

 "A girl lubricates herself when sexually aroused. I guess
 that must be what you are," I said.

 "Oh, God, Bobby, am I ever! I've never been like this
 before. Just your slightest touch and I go into spasms.
 I've been horny before, but never anything like this. It's
 because you're the one doing this. You're making all my
 fantasies come true, and I'm about to go crazy from knowing
 it."

 I moved my fingers down to the opening to Chrissy's love
 tunnel and moved one finger into the pit, all the way in. I
 added another finger, and then a third. She was so wet and
 slick that the fingers went in with only a little difficulty.
 I twisted the fingers around and around, and moved them in
 and out. Chrissy mewed like a cat and thrust her hips up and
 down, reciprocating each of my in-and-out strokes. I moved
 my thumb up and ran it over and around her clitoris. Her
 hips jerked and she thrashed her hips around and around.
 "I'm coming, Bobby! Oh, God, I'm coming hard, hard, hard!"
 Chrissy threw her head back and cried and mewled, moaned and
 finally shouted, "Oh, it's so good, it's so good, it's so
 good!"

 Chrissy shuddered and spasmed. I could see the muscles of
 her stomach and thighs clinch, and the muscles of her vagina
 squeezed down on my fingers. Her pussy pulsed around my
 hand, little throbs and squeezes, compressing the vaginal
 walls again and again against my fingers. Slowly, the
 shudders and spasms eased, Chrissy unarched her back, and the
 muscles unclinched.

 Chrissy's eyes which had been shut tight opened and she
 looked up at me. "That couldn't have happened so good with
 anyone else," she whispered. "It was better than any boy has
 ever done me before. Better, even, than the times I've done
 myself." She reached out her arms to me and putting them
 around my neck, pulled me down for a kiss. The kiss was long
 and deep, full of soft, tender tongue action. "But that's
 only the preliminary, isn't it?" Chrissy softly said.

 "Yeah, the best part is still to come," I answered.

 "Let me look at you first," Chrissy said. "I've never seen a
 boy in the daylight," she said, laughing. "In fact, the
 other night with Jimmy was the first time any of the boys
 actually had their cock out, and I didn't even get to see it
 then. If you're going to stick me with that thing," she gig-
 gled, "at least let me take a look at it first."

 With that, Chrissy pushed me down on my back, and leaning
 over me on her elbows, looked right down at my exposed rock-
 hard pole. She touched my balls with her hand and I jerked
 my hips upward toward her hand. Her finger tips stroked my
 bag all over, sending shivers through my whole groin. She
 moved her hand up and touched the head of my cock, rubbing
 the drops of pre-cum that accumulated there down over my
 entire cock. "Am I doing this right?" she asked.

 "It all depends," I answered.

 "What do you mean?"

 "I mean that if you want to see me come all over the place,
 you're doing exactly the right thing," I said hoarsely.

 "Do you want to come?"

 "Oh, God, Yes! But not this way. I'm so hot I'll come a
 whole bucketful, but I want it all to go inside you. I want
 to feel your pussy fill up with my juice--for you know how it
 feels to have love juice squirt into you, to feel how my love
 pours out of me into you, filling you to overflowing. I want
 to see my come run out of your pussy and down all over your
 sweet little ass cheeks. I want us to slide back and forth
 on each other, rubbing our whole bodies against each other in
 a coating of my jism."

 "Oh, Bobby, me too!" Chrissy said, and spread herself out on
 top of me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and her legs
 spread out on the outside of mine, clamping them in a sweet
 trap. My prick moved between her legs and she held it
 tightly, caught between the spread lips of her pussy. She
 stuck her tongue out all the way and lowered her mouth down
 to mine. Her tongue was like liquid fire, licking all around
 my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a soft, flexible
 pry bar, probing between my lips. Her tongue tip moved
 behind my lower lips and ran back and forth with long sensual
 strokes. It bored into my open mouth, avidly seeking its
 counterpart. It found the tip of my tongue and flicked a
 tattooing drum beat against it. I was literally on fire with
 desire, her tongue pushing my desire to ever-increasing
 heights.

 All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little
 movements around and up and down. The motion had coaxed my
 cock to give up a flood of pre-seminal flow and it now
 covered the entirety of Chrissy's sexual center. The stream
 was flowing down to my balls and coated them and ran down
 into the crack of my ass. I had never been so wet before,
 even after shooting a full load of come. I couldn't help but
 moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the sheer
 joy of holding Chrissy against me.

 I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed
 them. My finger tips probed between them, into the cream
 slickened crevice. I ran my fingers up and down the valley
 that split her ass, stroking across the little rose bud of
 her anal opening and then down into the soft folds and
 creases of the feminine secret recesses hidden between
 Chrissy's thighs. Involuntarily, my hips started matching
 the motion of hers, and we moved against each other, our
 strokes becoming longer, more insistent with each passing
 moment. "Oh, God, Chrissy, I'm getting so close!" I managed
 to mutter.

 "So am I," Chrissy whispered. "But I don't want to come this
 way. I want to come just how you described it--with you
 inside, filling me, stroking me, and spurting me full of your
 man juice. Let's do it right now. I don't want to wait a
 second longer. Bobby, do it to me now. Show me right now
 what we're supposed to do."

 "Chrissy, it's probably going to hurt some the first time.
 Are you ready for that?"

 "Yes, you big silly. I'm a girl, remember. Girls know about
 that, and I'm ready. Besides, if it does hurt any, it won't
 hurt nearly so much with you as it would with someone else.
 You just let me be the one to worry about that and tell me
 what I'm supposed to do now. How am I supposed to lay so you
 can do it to me the way that's best for you?"

 "Just about like we are right now would the best way for your
 first time," I replied. "Just sit up and then get on your
 knees so my cock is just under your opening. Then just sit
 down on my cock, taking it in a little at a time as you feel
 comfortable with it. That way, if it starts to hurt, you can
 stop for a minute and let it stop hurting before taking any
 more inside."

 Chrissy kissed my lightly on the lips and said, "That's just
 why I wanted my first time to be with you, you sweet guy. I
 knew you'd make it the best possible for me." She then sat
 up and taking both hands moved my cock so that the head was
 lodged at the opening of her tunnel of delight. She moved
 down on my cock, never breaking our eye contact. She had a
 look of sheer concentration on her face, focusing her
 thoughts on the penetration of my cock into her innermost
 recesses.

 She took an inch into her and then stopped. I could feel the
 tightness of her pussy around the head of my cock. It was
 hot, wet, and glove-tight. After a few seconds, she moved
 down even more, engulfing almost half of my seven cock
 inches. "Ummm!" was the only sound she made. All this time
 she continued to stare into my eyes, as if seeking a reflec-
 tion of what was going on at the juncture of our bodies.
 After a few more seconds pause, Chrissy sat down fully on my
 cock.

 Wet lock met wet lock. Pubic bone ground against pubic bone.
 Chrissy sighed and whispered, "Oh, God!" She then leaned
 over, brushing her breasts lightly against my chest, the
 nipples sending waves of pleasure through both us as they
 brushed between our bodies. Her mouth crushed against mine
 and she tongued my mouth and tried to take all my lips into
 her mouth and suck on them. She broke the kiss, and
 whispered, "Bobby, it's all the way in. I can feel you
 filling me up with your hardness. I can feel every little
 ridge on your cock and feel it throbbing with each of your
 heart beats. Having you in me is like satisfying a need I
 didn't know I had. Oh, Bobby, it hardly hurt at all going
 in, and now it doesn't hurt at all. Now is just feels sooo
 goooood."

 Chrissy sat up straight again, and we stayed in the position,
 without moving, for several long minutes. Chrissy's
 breathing slowed to near normal, and we both rested from the
 penetration effort. Chrissy looked down at me and regained
 our direct eye contact. While she looked into my eyes, she
 smiled softly, secretly, with an almost beatific expression.
 Her pussy was still so tight around my cock I thought I would
 not be able to move it. Every ripple and spasm of her pussy
 also swept through my cock, as if we were one person, each
 completely a part of the other.

 Nature soon took over, though. Unable to hold still any
 longer, Chrissy began little pelvic movements--small jerks,
 little circles, barely perceptible up-and-down movements.
 My hips reciprocated, and I made my own motions, matching
 pace with Chrissy's. Soon, our motions intensified, with
 Chrissy moving up and down about two inches. Each motion
 brought me intense pleasure, with Chrissy's glove-tight pussy
 grabbing and stroking my cock with each movement. My pre-cum
 flow coupled with Chrissy's feminine pussy cream lubricated
 her pussy walls, and the hot flow together with our passion
 fires made me feel as though a hot fire burned at the point
 of our sexual junction.

 "I can't believe how good this feels! It's heavenly!"
 Chrissy hoarsely said. "Oh, Bobby, I knew it would good. I
 knew you would make it good like this." Chrissy continued
 her movements, each stroke getting longer and longer. All of
 my seven inches moved in and out of her. Down hard to the
 base, bush meeting bush, and then up to where the head was
 almost ready to pop out. Chrissy's breathing was growing
 faster again, and her breath was beginning to come in gasps,
 not just from the effort but also from the way she was
 obviously climbing up the scale toward climax.

 Chrissy's enthusiasm increased even more, and suddenly my
 cock popped out of her pussy with an audible popping sound.
 "Ohhh, noooo!" Chrissy cried. "Put it back in! Get it back
 into meeee!"

 I pushed Chrissy down and onto her back. I grabbed her legs
 and pulled her to where her ass was just on the edge of the
 bed and her pussy was just hanging over it. I held her legs
 high in the air and spread them wide apart. My cock thrust
 out just in front of her pussy. Wetly, the pussy lips gaped
 open, inviting my cock to plunge between them, into the
 cream-saturated depths of Chrissy's womanhood. I inserted
 just the head of my cock into the pulsing, throbbing opening
 and holding it in one hand, I swirled it around and around,
 stirring the creaming center of Chrissy's sopping pussy.
 Chrissy moaned and cried, "Oh, do it, Bobby! Do it to me!
 Fuck your little sister hard!"

 I plunged my stiffened manhood into Chrissy in one hard
 stroke, pushing in until the head of my cock lodged against
 her cervix. I could hardly believe how tight she was and how
 hot her pussy was as it clung and grasped at my cock, trying
 to keep it locked within its depths. I withdrew all the way
 out to where my cockhead was just inside her lips and then
 plunged in again. Chrissy's hips drove up to me as I drove
 mine down to her. Our strokes met hard, each grinding our
 sexes into the other. "Oh, Yes, yes, hard, hard!" Chrissy
 moaned in a just-audible whisper.

 As much as I had fought against it, my orgasm was building up
 fast. The knowledge that it was my sister, my dear little
 Chrissy, that I was fucking played mind games with me and
 gave me such a sense of sheer sexual pleasure that I could
 not forgo the climax sweeping over me. I jerked my penis out
 of Chrissy and held it over her stomach. Suddenly, my cock
 was spurting, shooting out jet after jet of my scalding jism.
 It landed on Chrissy's breasts and ran over the nipples and
 the sides. Come squirted all over her neck and stomach and
 soaked her swatch of feminine bush even more than it was.
 Finally, the ejaculatory spasms ceased and come stopped
 flowing. Chrissy's whole front, from neck to vee, as well as
 my hand was covered with hot, white drops of my outpouring.

 Chrissy had watched me spurt, fascinated by the sight. "So
 that's how a boy comes," she said. She then took her hands
 and rubbed my come all over her front, coating every inch.
 She especially rubbed come into her breasts, loving the
 slick, lubrication it provided. I took my come-coated hand
 and rubbed it all over my front, covering my chest and
 stomach. We were now both coated in a film of my masculine
 lubrication.

 My cock had not diminished one bit as a result of my orgasm.
 It was still rigidly hard and still throbbed. It was almost
 as if I hadn't even come. Desire still welled up in my
 groin; I was ready to do it all over again. I guided my cock
 back into Chrissy's now come-covered pussy and reamed it into
 her woman hole. She pushed up against me, eager to restart
 the lover's ride just ended. I began the see-saw, up-and-
 down motion, twisting my pelvis so as to increase the
 pleasure. And pleasure it was. Despite my have just come,
 my cock was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to
 new climatic heights. I was no less horny now than I had
 been before coming. I felt I could fuck forever.

 I lay down on Chrissy and rubbed our naked bodies together--
 slick, come-soaked skins slipping and sliding against each
 other. Her breasts were so slick and slippery they turned in
 little circles against my chest. Wet belly slipped against
 wet belly, and come-soaked pubic hair interlocked and
 interwove together. I was one of the most voluptuous
 experiences I had ever had.

 Chrissy wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck and
 held me tight. Her legs came up and locked around my back.
 Our thrusts were in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing
 forward, each in time with the other. Come-slippery skin
 moved against the other's skin, adding to the pleasure.

 Chrissy's movements became almost frantic. She was moving
 her hips in circles and thrusting her pussy at my cock with
 such force I was fearful she would hurt herself. She was
 crying and moaning at the same time, ecstatic sounds of
 almost unbearable pleasure. My movements increased in their
 pace also, and I was groaning in pleasure. As our peaks
 approached, our mouths hungrily sought each other, wanting to
 imitate the action below. We brought our wide-open mouths to
 each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with an
 abandon neither had ever before experienced.

 I reached under us and grasped Chrissy's buttocks. I
 caressed and kneaded them, ran my fingers down their deep
 crease, and then pulled her pelvis up tight against me. We
 were both so close, so close. I pulled back, and holding her
 buttocks firmly in my hands, pushed hard into Chrissy's
 creamy cavity. Over and over, in and out, harder and harder.
 Each time, Chrissy's juice poured out of her and down the
 crease of her ass into my hands. Her whole buttocks as well
 as our fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of our love
 juices.

 The muscles in Chrissy's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and
 hard. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, almost immobilizing
 it. She jerked her mouth from mine and cried, "Oh, God! I'm
 there! I'm coming, I'm coming so hard!" Her buttocks started
 quivering and spasms tore through her abdomen, shuddering her
 body over and over. She was panting loudly and her breath
 came in ragged gasps. Her hips pushed up and back, over and
 over again, just a little less with each movement. Gradually
 they slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm began to
 fade.

 I then lifted her legs straight up in the air and drove into
 her pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel.
 My climax was building up fast and my cock began the
 throbbing and swelling that occur just before orgasm.
 Chrissy looked up at me and started reciprocating, pushing me
 higher and higher. Suddenly, with hardly any warning, I was
 there, over the edge, coming hard. Once more, come came
 jetting out of my cock, only this time into Chrissy. I could
 feel the slippery come flow over and around my cock, making
 it hot and and slick. White foam came out of Chrissy's pussy
 as I drove in and out, forcing the come out of her already
 filled hole. Chrissy whispered, "I can feel you coming,
 Bobby. You're spurting into me, filling me. God, it's so
 hot and slick. Oh, Bobby, I gonna come again! Bobby, don't
 stop! Keep going, don't stop!"

 I kept right on driving in and out, my come starting to
 lessen its flow. Chrissy had her eyes closed, concentrating
 on her own pleasure. She humped against me, and then I could
 see the muscles across her stomach draw tight. Her pussy
 clamped down on my cock again, squeezing it. Still, I
 continued my cock action, concerned now with giving Chrissy
 even greater pleasure. Her orgasm this time was as great as
 the one just passed, and Chrissy murmured, "Yes, yes, I did
 it again. Again, and it was so good."

 Chrissy opened her eyes and looked up at me. The hero
 worship was still there in her eyes, but also something else,
 something new, not seen before. I realized that she was
 seeing me as lover as well as brother, and this added a new
 dimension to our relationship. I saw her, too, as a lover--a
 lovely lover from out of my dreams. I said to Chrissy, in a
 soft whisper, "Chrissy, that was better than any dream could
 ever be."

 Chrissy nodded, and smiled. She pulled me down to her and
 kissed me. Then she pushed me over to my side and threw her
 leg over my hip. All this time my cock had remained buried
 in Chrissy's pussy, slowly going down from the orgasm. Face
 to face, sex to sex, Chrissy kissed me again and whispered,
 "Oh, Bobby, Bobby, my brother, my lover. Thank you, Bobby.
 Thank you. I'm sure that there will never be another time
 like that in my life. Thank you for making it so good for
 me."

 Her hips were working in little motions and I realized that
 my cock had fully regained it hardness. Chrissy kissed me
 lightly on the cheek and smiling, said, "Bobby, there's lots
 of stuff you need to teach me about sex, and we've got all
 weekend. Would you mind showing me more?"

 I didn't mind, of course. I spent the weekend not only
 telling Chrissy about all aspects of sex, but, most
 importantly, showing her. As we both learned, a show-and-
 tell is worth ten thousand words.