A Sibling Story

by Chrissy Larkin

My story takes place several decades ago, when I was a girl on the cusp of adolescence and full of innocence and curiosity. It was in the days before the Internet existed, before there was easy access to pornography. Certainly as a child growing up in the midwest in the 1960s, I had absolutely no exposure to erotica of any kind. Sex was a taboo topic in my household and yet, as I will explain, there was sexuality in the air, a family eroticism taking place, that soon affected me deeply.

I was almost 13 years old. My body was entering puberty, my periods had started, my breasts were growing, my hips were widening. It was maddening some of the time, as my emotions overflowed and my body was tingling and ripening. Urges that I did not understand left me confused and brooding for long periods. I remember taking long showers or standing before the mirror in my bedroom naked, and examining my body, feeling new sensations, yet not knowing how to satisfy them.

One sleepless night, well past midnight, I heard soft moaning noises coming from my parent's bedroom, which was next to mine. A while back I had noticed a small peephole in my closet which I could see into their bedroom. I got out of my bed quietly and tiptoed into my closet and kneeled before the hole where I had a comfortable and revealing look into their room. What I saw and heard astonished, embarrassed, but ultimately excited me as nothing had done in my life up to that point. There was enough light in their room that I could see them both naked on their bed. My father was lying on his back and my mother kneeling beside him, her hands wrapped around his erect penis, which she stroked with her hands, occasionally, leaning over to put the head of his member in her mouth.

As shocking as this scene was visually, it was the way my mother talked, dirty talk as we now call it, that kept sending shivers up and down my spine and into my loins. They must have been role-playing, as she kept referring to herself as "Mommy" and she kept calling dad, "my boy" and "son." She called herself "Mommy slut" and said how much she wanted to "fuck" his cock and have him "shoot his man seed" into her womb. The tone of her voice was strange, almost as if she was a different woman altogether. I have to admit it frightened me a little the first time I heard her talk that way.

All my father did was moan softly as my mother delivered her depraved monologue of mother-son lust, arousing my father until she finally straddled his mid section and slid his cock into her pussy. And for the next several minutes I listened and watched as my mother's dirty talk grew more depraved, aroused and excited, saying over and over how "hot Mommy" felt and how much she wanted his "boy seed" inside of her. I could see her large breasts swaying and her wide hips rocking back and forth as she thurst and bucked up and down, pushing my father's cock deeper and deeper it seemed. And then she reached her climax, crying out, "fuck! fuck! fuck!" over and over until she collasped on my father, who let out several loud grunts. From my vantage point, I could see his semen ooze from her cunt, signalling that he had climaxed too, ejaculating into her.

After that performance, my mind and body was on fire. Seeing my parents naked, having orgiastic sex in all its variations, and hearing such profanity and depravity coming from my mother's lips was both mind-blowing and extremely exciting. My heart was beating wildly and if I had the knowledge of masturbation at that point in my life, I would have brought myself to an arousing orgasm. Instead I crawled quietly back to bed and I felt as if I had a fever before I finally fell asleep, exhausted from the stimulation of what I had witnessed. Catching my parents having sex became my obsession and fortunately, they were regular as clock work, always waiting well past midnight before their games began. I lost much sleep watching them in the act, but I couldn't get enough of what I saw and heard. Sometimes my father would fuck my mother in the familiar missionary position and sometimes from behind, but mostly my mother was on top, always talking dirty as if they were in an incestuous relationship as mother and young son.

I felt as if I had walked through a door and discovrered a new me. The sights and sounds of my parents enjoying sex so uninhibitedly, watching them perform it as some sort of strange incest fantasy, brought on my need to express myself sexually to a fever pitch, but that I could do it with a family member seemed quite possible. It was then that my fevered imagination turned to my younger sister Anna, a pre-adolescent who I sometimes loved, sometimes barely tolerated, depending on my mood.

Anna, was a small girl for 10 years, though somewhat mature in mind and emotions. She had long dark hair, large brown eyes, a small upturned nose and lovely pink lips. She liked playing with me, would follow me around sometimes, much to my consternation. In the weeks following my voyeuristic discovery, I found myself looking at Anna in a new more attractive light and found myself wondering if I could unlock the key to my sexual self through Anna. I did not know how. I had been woefully ignorant of sex until I caught my parents performing through the hole in my closet. Now, it was all I could think about.

One warm weekend evening, when my parents were out of the house and had left me in charge, I entered Anna's room at bed time. She and I were both wearing some skimpy nighties, just long t-shirts really, to stay cool. At first I played it cool, brought a couple of my teen magazines, which she likes to look at, as bait. We looked at them together, lounging on her bed. After a while, I began to quiz her mildly: did she have any boys at school she liked? (yes) Had she ever kissed a boy? (no) I then told her about a boy at school who I liked (after getting her to swear not to tell) and I would love to kiss. And then I suggested that we practice kissing, so we would be prepared for the special day when Anna and I would have a chance to kiss the boy of our young girl dreams. She giggled. I giggled. Then we pecked at each other and laughed. I said, let's try again, but slower.

And so we did, and that's when I felt the hairs on my arm stand on end and shiver run down my spine, as my sister and I pressed our lips together for a lingering moment. I slid closer to Anna, opening my legs a little, so that her thigh was now between mine, my vulva (I purposely wore no panties under my nightie) pressing against her warm skin. We practiced putting our arms around each other, pressing our bodies together as we kissed. I felt hot and flush and when I pulled back a little I could see Anna looked the same. We kissed some more, and now I gently rocked myself against Anna's thigh, straddling her warm flesh and feeling the slow buzz of electricity as the friction ignited my clitoris and my mind spun from the physical desire that had been unleashed. I hugged Anna more tightly and kissed her with more passion, all the while rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing as my excitement pushed me to a plateau I had never been on before. I moaned softly and held Anna tightly, kissing her with more abandon as I reached that point of no return for the first time in my young life, my body responding to the sensations, my mind in a haze. I started to shudder and shake as the first orgasmic spasm rippled from my loins. I clenched Anna's thigh tightly between my legs and then rocked so hard that Anna fell over and I collapsed on her, breathing hard, my thighs still quivering from the involuntary spasm of post-coital ecstacy.

I remember giggling a little, perhaps a slightly hysterical giggle, a release from what had just happened. Anna looked seriously at me and said how red my face was. And then she said her leg was wet and wondered if, maybe, I had peed on her. Never having had an orgasm before, I thought that maybe I had, and continued to blush but stammered no, I did not. And then Anna made the most interesting and revealing confession. She slowly told me how she would sometimes rub her nushie, as we called it, on the edge of her chair and on her stuffed animals and that it also felt good, and that she too would be wet when it was over. And so I learned that my younger sister, had been pleasuring herself for some time, while I had just discovered path to sexual fulfillment for the first time. I asked her to describe how it felt and what she said matched what I had just experienced.

So another door had opened that night and now there was no going back. I felt flush and warm with Anna. Her soft lips, her hair, the way she smelled and best of all, her warm, yet soft body had me tingling. I imagined this was how mom felt when she was with Dad.

Let's practice again, I suggested, but let's take off our shirts. Anna looked at me puzzled, but already I was pulling off my top and exposing my small, pear-shaped breasts and she looked at them with intense curiosity. Anna complied and now I gazed with lust at her body, no different from a little boy's, yet with a small bald vulva, marking her girlhood. We giggled some more, and I once again opened my legs and slid my pussy to her upper thigh. I pressed my body against hers and told her how boys like to touch a girl's boobs. She took the hint and began to feel them. I then said, they like to kiss and suck them, remember how daddy loved to do the same to mom's when I spied on them. Anna smiled and so I leaned back and she leaned forward, putting her mouth on each nipple, giving them a little suck. I moaned softly and asked her to it some more. This time I started to hump her leg, pressing my pussy hard against her soft little thighs, grinding my clit, wanting to intensify the tingle that was already possessing my body as Anna kissed and licked my under-developed teats.

For the first time, I reached down and touched Anna's vulva and ran my fingers up and down her thin, delicate lips, feeling that wetness she had talked about. My little sister began to thrust her hips forward, grinding against my palm. Pretty soon, we had rhythm going, with Anna licking and squeezing my breasts while she humped my hand and I humped her leg. My body was on fire and so was my mind. I wanted to talk dirty like mom did when she was in deep heat, but all I could manage were moans and "yes, yes, yes" over and over as I quickly climbed towards another climax. And then Anna joined in, rapidly thrusting her pelvis and grinding on me with a sudden intensity. Her arms gripped me tightly as she shuddered and bucked, and I felt a warm wet liquid gush onto my hand. With that, I was over the edge, my fevered loins convulsing with spasms of new-found delight. I had my second orgasm of the night.

We held each other tightly before laying on the bed. Anna was breathing hard. I could tell her mind was partly confused and excited by the sudden new way we, as two sisters, were being so intimate. I stroked her body and kissed it as she lay there. I realized that I wasn't done yet, I wanted more. The fire in my loins was still well-stoked, the newly-found sensation of sex and orgasms was incredibly intoxicating, and having watched my parents fulfill their lust in so many different ways, I knew that Anna and I had just barely begun. I asked Anna to lie on her tummy. I ran my fingers over her small, but nicely curved rear, each cheek a downy soft lobe I could cup in my hand. I then lay on top of Anna, my legs straddling her torso. I stroked her body with mine, moving slowly back and forth before I sat up and with my thighs straddling her body I began to grind my pussy against her soft buttock. I sat up and cupped my small breasts in my hands, tugging on the nipples to the point where the pain mingled with the pleasure I felt humping Anna's ass.

I told Anna to rub her button and she slid her hands beneath her body while I continued to sway and grind and thrust. She moaned softly as did I. Soon, I was hunched over Anna's achingly soft and nubile body. I can only describe what I was doing was fucking, just like I remember watching mommy through the peephole, riding daddy's cock night after night. It didnt' take long. I was fired up, my sex fever was so strong, I humped faster and felt Anna shudder as her own orgasm arrived before mine. And then my pussy opened up, and I felt myself wet my sister, oozing my juices into the crack of her buttock as I shuddered once again, gasping and moaning as my climax led me to squirt uncontrollably.

I lay with Anna for several minutes, before helping her clean up and return to bed. Finally, I crawled into my own bed, utterly exhuasted, but in a state of euphoria. That night marked a new beginning between Anna and me, one that started an obsession with sexual sluttiness that lasts to this day.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my parents come home. It crossed my mind, that they would be enjoying each other in their bedroom shortly and that I should spy through the peephole so that I could watch and, for the first time, pleasure myself too. But I was soon fast asleep.

The End