The Sister Games

by Emily Derrin

Note: This, like all my stories, is a mix of fact and fantasy. Mostly, it is me wondering what might have been between my sisters and I..

The summer before I turned 11, my Mom was offered a sublet on a condo in the Walker Hill complex, a slightly upscale set of building near downtown. A friend of a friend had been re-assigned to Hong Kong for two years and knew that my Mom had been wanting to move out of our 2 bedroom apartment into something nicer. The deal was that my Mom would only have to pay the monthly services fees for this guy, since the condo had been bought with cash, so there was no mortgage. It seemed like a great deal, my Mom said, as he was saving 500 dollars a month and the rent on our old place was almost a thousand a month; with the savings and the extra money she was making since her promotion, we could save 700 dollars a month and have a good down payment for a house in two years.

However, her new job required her to work overnight some nights, so my sisters and I had to put ourselves to bed some times and sometimes get ourselves ready and off to school in the mornings. There had been a little period of adjustment but soon we had proven ourselves responsible and things were going well. Ten twenty PM. I hear the front door close. Mom's on her way to work. I wait a few minutes then pad out to the balcony and look down. I can see Mom waiting by the bus stop. Like clockwork, at ten thirty five, the bus comes and she gets on. I wait a few minutes longer, then go grab my secret stash of cigarettes and a lighter and head back to the balcony.

A week earlier, I'd been able to snag a pack of cigarettes on the bus home from school when a guy had dropped them, along with all the garbage that they are wrapped in, on the seat next to me. I considered them payment for putting his trash in the bin for him. However, since then, I'd never had the chance to have one, because my Mom or my sisters were always home.

Tonight was my chance.

I was about to light it up when I realised I didn't have a clean pair of PJs to change into and I knew that the smell of the cigarettes would settle onto the pair I was wearing, even out on the balcony. I peered out over the railing, looking up and around; every window that possibly could have had a view was dark. I padded back into my sisters' room and saw that they were sleeping. Molly was even snoring softly. I padded back out onto the balcony, slid the door shut quietly and put the cigarette and lighter down onto seat of the chair. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my pyjama top enough to slide it over my head, then draped it over the top of the chair. The cool-ish night wind blew across my bare chest and I shivered, from the coolness and the excitement.

I slid the string on my PJ bottoms out to loosen the knot, then slid them down and stepped out of them. Putting them on the chair, I padded out to the edge of the balcony, clad only in my Hello Kitty underpants and looked out over the city, 33 floors below. I went back to the chair, picked up the cigarette and lighter, took a sip of juice and lit the cigarette. Even from the first drag I could feel the light-headedness hitting me. I took another deep drag and held it in as long as I could, then exhaled. I felt both dizzy and excited. I looked down at my bare chest, with my brown nipples, then down to my vulva, hidden by a thin layer of cloth. I pulled up on my panties until my slit was sharply defined underneath. No one can see me, I thought.

Impulsively, I slid my panties down and stepped out of them.

I was there, 10 years old, on my balcony, smoking a cigarette, completely naked. I took another drag and felt more of the nicotine run into my head. This was nice, I thought. I let my hands run over my body, feeling the warmth of the skin under my fingertips, feeling the soft skin on my hips.

If I was anything like her, my Mom had said, I'd soon start to get curves and eventually grow up into a real woman. Maybe, I thought at that moment, but I was enjoying the feel of my 'little girl' body. Impulsively, I let my hands run down over my hips and in towards my tummy, then down. I hesitated, then ran my fingers over my mound and down onto my vulva. The feel of my slit under my fingers felt especially nice this time, out there in the breeze and I pressed down harder, felt my labia give way and my fingers found the extra warmth of my inner lips. I could feel the bump of my clit under the heel of my hand and I touched it with my fingertips, then started rubbing it. I took an extra long drag on my cigarette, then another, held the smoke in and, feeling dizzier, started rubbing my clit and labia harder. I soon forgot about smoking and dropped the mostly finished cigarette off the balcony, watching it twirl away into the darkness in a small shower of sparks. Bracing myself against the edge of the balcony, I soon brought myself to the edge of an orgasm. Just as I was about to cum, I saw the reflected light of a door opening.

"Oh SHIT," I thought, "Please don't let it be Mom..."

I turned and realised it was just Molly opening the bathroom door. I quickly got dressed and hoped she wouldn't notice me and go back to bed, but after a minute I saw her padding across the living room to the balcony doors. They slid open and Molly walked out onto the balcony.

"Hey," she said sleepily, "what are you doing?" She sniffed and said, "You're smoking out here."

"Shhh," I said.

"I'm telling."

"Well, you can't," I said, "…cause Mom's gone to work and....and....if you tell her, I'll tell her about you accidentally pooping yourself last week."

"You said you wouldn't," Molly said indignantly.

"Well," I said, "secrets are secrets."

I was waiting for her to go off to bed, but she stood there.

"I want one too," she said.

"No way, you're only eight."

"So? You're ten."

I hesitated, then said, like I was suddenly an expert at this, "Ok...but there's a couple things you gotta do...first...uhhh....you can't be wearing anything while you do it..."

"Perv," Molly said.

"No, you goof...it's so the smell doesn't get into your clothes...then, afterwards, you gotta have a shower and brush your teeth really good...so you don't smell of them at all."

"O....k..., "Molly said, dragging the words out, as if she was merely tolerating the idea.

"Ok," I said, "go back to your room and take off your pajamas, then come back out."

"What? Out HERE?" she said.

"Well, we can't smoke inside, dummy."

She went back in. I lit another cigarette and took a puff. I turned and walked to the edge of the balcony and was watching the traffic below when I heard the doors slide open and then Molly stepped out.

I turned. Even at eight, we knew Molly was going to be tall. As I looked at her, I didn't see my bratty little sister but a cute little girl with a nice body.

I'm not real gay, but I like girls better than boys. My BFF Alison, who was 12 and I used to play "Under the Ocean" when I lived next to her. Basically, it was us playing in her basement, pretending to 'swim' around the rooms down there. We'd occasionally, when her Mom was out in the garden, strip down to our panties and pretend to be on a desert island and swimming there. Last year, she'd convinced me to strip completely and, about two months before I had moved, we were down there, 'swimming', when she grabbed me from behind and semi-yelled "Shark Attack!" Pulling me down, we landed on the carpet of her rec room and giggling, wrestled a bit. I found it a better game and we'd started doing that more than merely swimming. The feel of us pressed against each other had been great and I missed not being neighbours anymore, even though we still saw each other every day at school. She had recently started hanging out more with Chase and Aryn, two kids who lived down the street from where I used to live and I kinda knew we weren't going to be BFFs anymore. So, when I saw Molly standing there naked, I felt a weird mix of things; a bit of missing Alison and a bit of wanting to play 'shark attack' again with another girl.

"Close the door," I said to Molly.

She turned, showing me her perfect little bottom, slid the door closed, then padded out to the edge, where I was.

"This feels..."

"I like the feeling," I said, then remembered I was back in my Pjs.

"Don't tell Mom?" I said, undoing my bottoms.

We smoked another cigarette, but Molly wasn't enjoying it as much, so I gathered up our stuff and we went inside. I put our Pjs into our clothes hamper and went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. When it was running and the water warm, I called out to Molly.

"Mols, come on..get in."

She came into the bathroom, wearing a new set of PJs.

"Goof," I said, "those will smell too. Take them off and get in the shower with me."

"With you?"

"What? We're not wasting water...get in!"

She stripped quickly and we stepped into the shower. It wasn't small, but we still kept bumping into each other because she was busy trying to wash herself while I was washing myself.

"Just stop," I said. I quickly washed my body and hair, then stepped out of the shower and gargled a bit of mouthwash, instead of running the sink water to brush my teeth. I spit, grabbed a towel and dried myself off then wrapped the towel around me and went to my room.

I was about to get into a fresh pair of panties and PJs when Molly came into the bedroom.

"Wanna play the 'Stair Game'?"

The Stair Game was simple: go into the stairwell at our floor, strip off as far as you dare and walk down as many flights as you dare as well, then back. There were points for the combination of how undressed you were and how far you went. If you were topless and went down ten flights, that was one thing off times ten flights, so 10 points. Just panties would give you three times the points for the same distance, as you had taken off two more things (Shirt and pants, which were two points by themselves). The most points you could possibly get was a 100, which was 20 flights down, naked. Neither of us had ever even tried to get that, even in the middle of a week night.

Molly decided to go first. She unbuttoned her top and took it off, putting it on the railing. Then, after peering over the railing and listening for anyone in the stairwell, she walked down. I watched her shadow go down 5 flights and then back up.

" That was kinda sucky," I said.

She shrugged. "I was just kinda spooked, I guess."

She peered over again and listened. Nothing.

Shrugging again, she pulled down her bottoms and stepped out of them.

"I bet I can go ten," she said.

Ten was farther than she'd ever been just in panties.

"Fifteen," I said.

"Thirteen."

"Ten naked. That's as far as I've gone"

She considered this for a minute, peering over and listening a couple times.

"OK," she said and peeled off her underpants.

I watched her going down, slowly at first then a bit quicker. She came up a bit faster and quickly put her clothes back on.

"That was impressive," I said.

"I even went down two extra, so that's 12."

"Ok," I said. I wasn't sure how far down I wanted to go. More than twelve, obviously. Maybe 15. I took off my PJs, hesitated, then peeled off my panties.

I started off down the stairs. One flight, then two, then soon I was at ten. I kept going slowly, listening for people or stairwell doors opening. I softly padded onto the fifteenth flight down, then stopped. I was farther down by half then I'd ever been.

I wanted to keep going. I peered down over the railing. Five flights down was the bottom of this stairwell and a hundred points if I went down and back up. I decided to go for it.

Padding quickly down, I made it to the bottom, feeling the cold concrete of the floor under my bare feet. My bare everything, I thought and felt a tingling in my chest, nipples and pussy.

Then it happened.

I heard a door above me open. It was hard to say how far up exactly, because the sound travelled in a strange way in the stairwell. They could be ten flights up, they could be three. All I knew were that they were headed down and I was trapped. My excitement turned to terror. I quickly had to think of something. I knew that the odds were they were just switching stairwells, because the one on the other side of the building went the rest of the way down to the lobby. I quietly opened the door and slipped out, crouching and waited around the corner. Sure enough, they emerged about half a minute later and crossed the hallway into the other stairwell. When I knew they were gone, I crept back into my stairwell and bounded up as a fast as I could to our floor. Molly wasn't there. Neither were my clothes.

I eased the door open and peered down the short hallway. Nobody.

I slipped through the gap, feeling the cold metal of the door frame sliding across my nipples and tummy, and padded over to my doorway. Please let it still be unlocked, I thought. It was and I quickly opened the door and closed it behind me. Molly was there.

"Where the….umph…did you go?!" I asked.

" I heard the people and gathered up the clothes in case they were coming up."

"And just left me?"

"Well," she said, "what was I supposed to do? Run down and say to them, 'Excuse me, but my sister's down there naked. Please don't go down.'?"

I saw her point but it was still annoying.

After a minute, she said, "How was it?"

"It was great, until I thought I was going to get caught. I had to sneak out and hide in another hallway."

"Well, you definitely win forever."

We chatted for a minute, then I realised I was still naked.

"I wanna smoke," I said, padding out to the balcony. I turned and said, "Want one too?"

Molly shrugged. I smiled and walked back in.

Kneeling in front of her, I reached out and carefully unbuttoned the top button of her PJs.

"Freak," Molly said, "what are you doing?"

"You know you want to…" I said, teasingly.

"Do what?"

My thought had been 'Have a cigarette'… but now…..

I suddenly had that excitement in my chest and other parts again.

I kept unbuttoning her PJs.

"Stop," she said weakly.

I slid her top off and started working on the knot to her bottoms. The knot was tight and I had trouble getting it, so I just grabbed the fabric and pulled them down, taking her panties down partway with them. Even though I'd seen her slit just a few minutes ago, the sight of it was strangely exciting. I slid her bottoms off and Molly pulled her panties back up.

"No," I said, "take them off."

"I don't wanna smoke," she said.

"We're not going to smoke," I heard myself saying, "We're gonna make sex."

"Girls can't make sex," she said, "we don't have weenies…"

It was a strange moment; part of me just wanted to go to bed and part of me, OK, the biggest part of me, wanted to make out naked with my sister.

"Can I show you how?' I asked.

She shrugged.

"Take off your underpants."

She hooked her fingers into her panties and slid them down, then stepped out of them.

"Wanna go outside?"

She shrugged again.

"You want to or not?"

I don't know why I was being bitchy. Maybe it was the anxiety and the excitement.

"What do we do when we make sex?"

"We kiss and hug and I touch your kitty and you touch mine."

"OK," she said simply and walked over to the sliding doors that led out onto the balcony.

We opened the doors and went through onto the balcony. The air was colder now and there was a breeze that chilled, but I didn't mind. I took one of the seat cushions and lay it on the ground, then sat on it.

"Come sit with me."

She sat down next to me.

I leaned in and kissed her gently.

"You like that?" I asked.

She nodded.

I kissed her again and pressed my tongue against her lips.

She squirmed a bit.

"Whaddayadoing?" she asked, mouth still against mine.

"It's called 'French Kissing'," I said. "Grownups kiss like that when they're making sex."

" Just kiss me regular," she said.

We kissed for a bit, getting a bit more passionate as time went by.

I started feeling an urge in my pussy and I slid my fingers down to rub.

"Can I touch it?"

I took Molly's hand and led it to the top of my labia. It felt strange having my sister touching me there.

"Rub it there, Molly," I told her, indicating my clit.

" I have one too," Molly said, It's like a little weenie."

"It's called your 'clitoris'...every girl has one."

She rubbed it gently, as if she was afraid of hurting me.

"No," I said, "a bit harder and in circles."

She rubbed harder and I felt my excitement rise. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this. I loved masturbating and loved the feelings that it gave me.

Lately, I'd been trying to find new and exciting places to do it. Most places, like the school bathroom, I could only do quickly, while in one of the stalls. I'd also started doing it in the stairwells on the way home from school, quickly pulling up my skirt and pulling down my panties, rubbing to a quick nasty orgasm, then wiping myself with a Kleenex before walking the rest of the way up to my apartment. As much as I liked the visceral feel of cumming during these quickies, I found that the best orgasms were from being completely naked and bringing myself to the edge of orgasms again and again until finally I couldn't bear it any longer and pushed myself over the edge to a shuddering, thrashy kind of cum. So far, those had only been possible in my room or on the couch when I was alone.

Molly's fingers were still rubbing my clit and I was getting very excited.

"Put your fingers down in between my labi...my lips..."

Molly slid her fingers down in between my labia and felt the slickness there.

I sighed and Molly asked, "You OK?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it feels really good when you slide your fingers there, Molly. Rub me more."

She did and I was getting really wet...I wanted her fingers inside me so badly, but I couldn't bring myself to ask her.

"Let me do you," I said finally.

She lay back a bit on the cushions and I started rubbing her clit and labia.

"Feels funny."

"What does? This?"

"Yeah, funny having someone else do it to me."

"Yeah, but I think it feels better."

I rubbed her and felt her relax more. My fingers were tracing the inside of her labia and brushing the entrance to her vagina. I pressed gently and my finger slid in a little. I slid it out, then in again a bit farther. My finger slowly made its way into Molly's vagina until I felt it press against her hymen. Did I dare press harder?

I lay back.

"Molly," I said, "put your finger in me." She bent over me and started rubbing my labia again. Her finger brushed against my opening and I felt her push, then hesitate.

"Won't it hurt?"

"No," I said, "It's ok...put your finger all the way in."

She slid her finger in a bit, pulled it out then slid it deeper into my vagina.

"In and out, Molly," I asked.

She did, sliding her finger in and out, going a bit deeper each time until her finger was all the way in, then almost out with every stroke.

"Faster," I said.

She started going faster, her finger fucking my hole.

I felt myself getting closer and my hand went to my button and started rubbing it.

My breath got quicker and I told her to keep it up. Finally, I reached my edge and fell over it into a hard, rich orgasm.

"Uhhh, yeah, Molly, finger my little pussy. Ohhhhhh, yeah, harder, make me cum hard."

I felt the tension go out of me and fell back on the cushion.

I felt so horny and wanted to share this with Molly. I pushed her back onto her cushion and immediately dipped my face between her thighs. I smelled the smell of her and pushed my face into her labia and licked the rift between it. My mouth and tongue found her clitoris and I licked it, feeling the hardening flash under the roughness of my tongue. Licking hard, I felt her stir under me and I nipped and licked until I felt her stiffen. In a second she cried out my name and I felt her legs press against my ears.

"Uhnnnnnnn. Yeah, please lick me more..."

Her orgasm subsided and eventually she raised herself up on her elbows and looked down across her naked body at me.

"I want to do that again," she said with a laugh.

We brought each other to another set of orgasms and then, reluctantly rearranged the cushions and went back inside, showered again quickly, then found our pyjamas, kissed each other and headed to our own beds.

We were tired the next day at school, but happy we had found our special time together.

A week later, Mom got called in for overnight again and we made love again. this time however, we woke Beth, our 5 year old sister and initiated her into our special love time.

To be continued.