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 This a true account of one experience I had with my sister growing up. 
It's not as sexual as many of the stories I've read here, but it is the
truth.  I hope you enjoy.

   My sister Sarah is 16 months older than me and we had always been close
from a young age because of it.  When we were little we would play house
and I would be the husband and she would of course be my wife.  On several
occasions we would play that we were getting married.

   I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but when I was about 9 years old,
we started playing doctor.  At first it was a broken arm or a broken leg,
but as time went on, it became an excuse to explore each others private
areas.  I remember lying on the couch in the basement with my pants down to
my knees as my sister would examine my small penis, touching it and
sometimes poking it with the plastic instruments from the Playschool
doctor's kit.  Then it would be my turn, and she would lie down and I would
examine her hairless body with all of the tools.

   It was a gradual thing, but as time went on our exploration became more
sexual in nature.  When I was about 12 years old and she 13, it became out
very quiet secret.  When my parents went to the store or out for the night,
Sarah and I would go down to the basement to "watch a movie".  We would put
on a movie and sit next to each other with a blanket draped over the top of
us.  As the movie went on our hands would wander.  I would rub her leg, and
she would rub mine.  I would slide my hand under her shirt on onto her
small breasts, and she would rub her hand over the bulge in my jeans. 
Before long, my hard cock would be in her soft hand, and my hand would be
down her pants or up her skirt rubbing through her small patch of hair. 
Everything was done in silence and afterward we never spoke of what had
happened.

   One of my most vivid memories was of a time when my parents were
upstairs.  We were in our customary spot on the couch watching something.
She was wearing a floral print dress and I was in a pair of shorts and a
tee shirt.  I remember lifting her dress up until I could see her white
cotton panties visible.  I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties
and felt the coarse hair of her pubic mound.  She must have been 14 at the
time, and she had a fairly thick patch of hair.  I can still hear her voice
in my head as she said, "Just touch on the outside, don't go inside me." I
slide my fingers down through her hair and on to the outside of her lips.
But something was different.  As I moved my fingers they were coated in
warm wetness.  I was only 13 or so at the time and I really didn't
understand the specifics of arousal, and the wetness thrilled and also
surprised me.  As if drawn to it, my middle finger slipped easily between
her fold and into her tight hole.

   As I slipped in, I could feel her shift her weight and slide her bum
down so that she was in a more reclined position.  Her legs spread slightly
wider and she began to shake softly.  I moved my finger inside her feeling
the soft walls of her pussy.  I was only inside a few moments when she
began to softly say, "not inside Steve, not inside, not inside...." Over
and over again she said it under her breath as I continued to finger her.
After a couple of minutes her breath got short, and I remember seeing her
turn her head, burying her face into the couch cushion.  Her tiny body
shook and her legs closed tightly around my hand.

   After a few seconds she reached down and pushed my hand away from her
pussy and pulled her dress down to cover her body.  She pulled the blanket
off of me and curled up into a ball on the couch.  We sat in silence for
what seemed like a long time until I said, "are you ok?" She nodded yes and
said she didn't want to talk about it.  We sat in silence until she finally
got up and went upstairs.

   To this day I still fantasize about that afternoon.  It took me a while
to understand that I made my sister orgasm that day.  I often wonder what
she thinks about those experiences now.  I hope she looks back on them with
the same fondness that I do.

   Please email me with questions or comments :) I would love to hear what
you think.  steve_winters77@yahoo.com