I 'm Pete. Yes, that 's about how sex I am. 5-6 140 lb, dark brown hair's-breadth. The only thing keeping me from being the typical nerd is the lack of glasses. And my skin 's somewhat clearly. My experience with girls more or less started and ended when Mary Francessa stroked my tool awhile back. She stopped, 'before it made a mess', and really was n't all that impressed. And that was awhile back. I 'm a senior now and unlikely to get any activity at my stream school. Now it was a thing of surviving until graduation, then starting over at a university. At least that was my dream.

I was moping around the house when my untried sister, by a year, came into the life room. Bev did n't get my problems. Everything was easy for her. She was almost 2 in taller, had light brown pilus that was usually in a pony seat and easily attracted whatever Guy interested her. Where I was short and weedy, Bev was improbable and more of a cheerleader type. And to top it off, she was every bit as fresh as me.

'' What 's up Pete ? ``

'' Nothing. Same old shit. ``

'' Bummer. So, what do yo require for Yuletide ? Nothing too expensive, cause, I 'm broke. ``

'' Um ... know any fille who will go out with me ? ``

'' Sorry Pete. You 're on your own there. '' She plopped down next to me. She looked at me with a pouty face.

'' What about Mary ? ``

'' Nah, she, um ... ''

'' I thought you said she gave you.. ''

'' Sssh, Mom might hear. Yeah well kinda but not all the way. ``

'' shit, what a tease. ``

'' You do that ? ``

'' Kinda personal Pete, but yeah, I have. ``

'' Have you also ... ''

'' Stop there. This is n't the true or Dare. ``

'' Sorry. At least someone 's getting some. '' She gave me a spry hug.

'' Hang in there. '' Then she was gone. Off to her room. After our niggling schmoose I noticed I had the beginning of a hardon. I also noted Bev 's butt as she left the way. She 's my sister, but, yeah I noticed.

A few twenty-four hours before Christmas Day Bev was complaining that she was going to a Christmas party but did n't give the required `` ugly/flashy Christmastime sweater '', and also no money to buy one. Mom agreed that I could yield her my gift early. As she ripped off the paper and pulled apart the box her facial expression of expectancy turned to excitement when she saw the big dark-green sweater with red excogitation and reindeer and flashing lights.

'' Oh my god, this is staring Pete. Thanks SOOOOO much ! '' She hugged me. I felt her boobs crush against me. quit it Pete. A peck on the cheek and she was off to try it on. My mother looked at me,

'' That was courteous Pete. Thoughtful. And you know she probably wo n't be able to buy you anything so skillful. ``

'' It 's ok. She 's happy so I 'm happy. You can maybe get me that Quran I wanted and accost it from Bev ? ``

'' Deal. You 're a expert Brother. ``

'' Thanks. '' I really did n't listen. I got use from my family being happy. When Bev came out with what appeared to be just the sweater on, all glowing and sparkly, it made my day. Mom had another cerebration,

'' It looks lovely, fun, but I do desire you 're wearing more than that. ``

'' Oh Mom, stop. Of class I 'll wear leggings.. And anyway, I DO have got undies on. She turned and flashed her seat, properly covered.

Mom, `` BEV ! ``

My thoughts, holy shit BEV. Wow. Of path I 've seen her in bathing suits. She has a gracious full goat. Not real number big, but not a minuscule skinny one either. The jumper was big and unloosen, which hid her 34C breasts, I fold washing sometimes, which I 've also seen in bathing suit. But it 's been month. And she 's still maturing and why am I thinking about my Sister 's body ?

The party was on a Saturday. Mom and Dad were going to visit friends for the weekend. I was going to relax at household. Mainly because I did n't have got a serious fling. But with no one house I could deliver a few hours, hold back out some porn and think of myself. I was n't really getting anywhere with the common poppycock. sure as shooting, my stopcock was operose and the sex on screen was hot, but I was distracted. It was weird. I kept thinking about Bev 's arse in her underwear. As a great deal of a sex deprived, porn watching, masturbator as I was, I 'd never given any real thought to the melodic theme that there was a sexy Pres Young woman in my own house. Bev could sit around in shorts and a tee, walk of life to her room in a towel and I never gave it any intellection. Until now. And it kind of ruined my humour. Not the thoughts of Bev, those were keeping me heavily despite how awkward it made me feel. But I could n't pretend myself jerkoff to those thoughts. It seemed wrongly. Bev, in the perspirer I gave her, and her underclothing. Stop it Pete.

I noticed the fourth dimension and got myself together. I had an almost painful penury, but I was as unrealised as when Mary Francessa left me with blue testis. But Bev would be home soon. Even though the parents were away, she 'd be home by eleven. They trusted us and Bev would be on time, and not toast. And me. I usually had nowhere to go anyway. I heard the room access downstairs. Yep, 11:10. She was singing to herself. It must let been a great party. I listened. Refrigerator, glass clinking, piddle run, then Bev 's feet bouncing up the step. As she came by my room she looked in. The door was receptive. Our signaling that visitors were receive. I had a plot up on the computer when I turned in my chair.

'' Hi Bev, good political party ? ``

'' YEAH ! And my perspirer was a hit. '' I 'm sure. I looked at her standing there so bubbly. The loose sweater mostly hiding her booby, then just covering her butt, her pegleg now covered by tight leggings. legging that made her legs flavour particularly nice. Not skinny, more athletic. Not wooden-headed exactly. And maybe I was staring too long. `` Pete, you ok ? ``

'' Yeah, yeah I 'm effective. Glad you had fun. ``

'' And thanks again for this greeat sweater. '' She walked in the way. When she came over and gave me a hug I could feel what her jumper was hiding. I could sense what she was wearing. Light, airy, impudent. I-I, oh nooky I was getting a hardon. Shit. Then Bev stepped back and smiled at me. Then something caught her eye. Her bridge player went to her mouth. `` Oh, oh, sorry Pete. I did n't mean to ... '' I tried to get over up but that made it obvious. `` I 'll impart. Did I. Is that ? ``

'' No, um, yeah uh, well honestly I was watching some erotica before and I guess. And you look so good. '' Oh fuck I did n't think of to actually say that out loud. What an ass. What a freakin'dumbass wonk. She smiled at me.

'' It 's ok Pete. So you think I look nice ? '' She stood there and put her arm up, fully displaying the sweater. I 'm sure that 's all she meant to do, but it lifted the freighter of the sweater and now I could see where those two ramification met and the tight legging, tight against ... I squeezed my leg together. Took a deep breath.

'' Yeah you do wait dainty. '' She turned to leave. The jumper caught on her hip. I could see her butt covered by the black leggings, forming to her.

'' Thanks. '' Then she was gone. I pressed my paw against my genital organ. I felt a surge through my body. I tried to get under restraint. If I ran to the lav or quickly keep out my doorway Bev would know why. I got up and went to my bed. I lay back with my pegleg hanging over the tail. I tried thinking of something, anything else. But all I saw was Bev. Her pegleg, her tail, her mound. Oh hump Pete, stop. My peter had tented my short. Willing it to go down was n't working.

Then she was back in my doorway. I did n't take heed her at first. I do n't know how recollective she was there, but she could surely see my condition.

'' Um, Pete ? '' Oh FUCK. Bev could see my cock stretching my shorts. I sat up quickly.

'' Shit sorry, I was ... ''

'' I know. I understand. '' She walked in the room. Now she was standing right in straw man of me. `` I 'm sorry if I made your nighttime worse, or something. ``

'' No, you did n't, it 's ok. ''

'' I never knew you looked at me that way. ``

'' I did n't. I have n't. But well, until the former day. ``

'' When you gave me this great sweater for Yuletide and I did n't get you anything. And you 're so thoughtful and caring and I just go day by day and never think about things. ``

'' I do n't beware. I was happy you were happy. ``

'' But still. Anyway, if you keep this between us and it 's only one time. Merry Christmas Pete. '' And then she took off the jumper. And oh screwing, her tits were right there. And they were perfect. And existent and right there. I wanted to tell her she did n't birth to. She already knew what I would say and before I did, `` Yes, but I want to. My buddy should n't be alone and missing out. '' She took my hand and placed them on her knocker. I held them there a present moment, then began to feel them, caress them. `` Forget I 'm your babe. And I wo n't be a imply lilliputian bitch like Mary Francessa. '' She pushed me back on the bed, then pulled down my shorts. My putz finally sprang free. `` You mmust have grown, or Blessed Virgin had no sense, drive this is n't lowly. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' I 've handled one or two. Or three. You 're doing ok Pete. I like it. '' My turncock was standing straight at attending. Bev cupped my balls and held my rooster. It was twitching and now i was afraid it would blow and it would all be over. Bev rubbed her tit along my stopcock, then began stroking me. It had been building all Nox, she stroked some more and I could feel it coming.

'' Bev, I.. ''

'' Go ahead, defecate a messiness. '' I went off like a missle. Cum flying up in the air. Cum on me, cum on Bev 's teat. A build up that finally found release. `` I 'm going to get a towel, you wait right here, we 're not done. ``

Bev left, but I pondered her survive word of honor. Not done ? Then I realized what we 'd just done. My sister had jacked me off. I 'd CUM on Bev. Then I remembered how cracking her tits felt. She came back in. She looked different. Her hair's-breadth was down. She was naked. Yeah that 's it. I was looking at a exist raw woman. Her dark hair down below trimmed close. He legs, hardy and smooth. When she turned halfway her hind end begging to be held.

'' Bev ! ``

'' fountainhead you 're naked. Or almost. Take that shirt off. So, what do you call back ? ``

'' Amazing. Who knew ? Wow. ``

'' Thanks. So here 's what I 'm thinking. We have one night. I 'm you 're girlfriend tonight. '' She was kneeling on the bed next to me now. Her breast shook as she moved. Against all urge I had to say,

'' But should we. I mean, that felt vex and all, but should we ? '' Bev looked at me. She was thinking, but also smiling.

'' I do n't care. My blood brother who is so good to me and so thoughtful is feeling bad and I 'm going to take a leak him experience great. Now get your shirt off. '' I took my shirt off. I was now naked on my bed with a female. Yeah my baby, but still. She lay down alongside me and threw a leg over me. `` Go ahead. Touch me. Gently. Everywhere. '' I turned my head towards Bev. She nodded. Then she kissed me. Not a full make out kiss, but Sir Thomas More than a sisterly pile. I tentatively put my hand back on her breast. Feeling her hard garden pink nipple pressing into my palm and the soft flesh filling my hand sent shudder along my consistency. She kissed me again, firmer on the lips. My hand had found its way around to Bev 's ass. Bev 's full bottom cheek were well more than a smattering, shaking as I moved. Bev was looking me in the eyes, a corrupt grin on her brass, her hired hand brushed away some of my hair, then slowly made its way down my side and across my back. I asked,

'' What 's with the smirk ? What 's up ? ``

'' I 'm au naturel in bed with a cute guy and I 've just decided I 'm going to have sex with him tonight. ``

'' What ? Oh, uh but ... ''

'' Sshh. '' Her finger at my rim. `` Sshh, do n't recall like that. Ask yourself. Do you want to take a shit be intimate to this naked woman ? Do you want to.. ''

'' suffer my virginity. ``

'' Yeah that too. I 've already lost mine. It is what it is. ``

'' Then what ? ``

'' What I was saying is, do you want to love what our trunk can do together ? ``

'' But.. ''

'' OK, let me carry fear of one last thing. I 'm on nativity control. I 'm certain you 're clean. Yes do n't worry about anything. Now osculate me like you mean it. '' Then she pulled my head to hers and we went well beyond a friendly buss. Somewhere between, biting on my lip and sucking on my tongue I forgot everything and had my hand between Bev 's legs feeling the warmth, the wetness, coming from her. I opened her up and let my fingerbreadth roam. She moaned and kissed and sighed. My cock was now filling some of the blank space between us. Her hand found me and she let her fingers tickle and tantalization. Bev rolled on top of me, her tits squashed between us, my deal both now full of her fundament our mouths still together. Bev scooted up on her articulatio genus. I felt her ambit between us, then my cock being rubbed along her slit. A present moment 's break and Bev sat back, and `` oh, wow, oh that's.. '' She kept moving and my peter kept sliding up into her. I was beyond cerebration of the exact post. I was lost in the actualisation that I was getting laid. There was a hot body shaking and writhing on me. My rooster was lost in a soft warm wet baseball glove, holding me, gripping me. I got into the spirit of everything. Those tits swaying above me caught my attention and I soon had one firmly in script. I took a break from kissing Bev to suck at her mamilla. My natural language circled it feeling each part. It felt like a hard pebble in my oral fissure. I rolled my tongue on and around as Bev rolled her hips and worked my tool. She settled onto me and pressed herself to me, rubbing her cumulus against me. My hands moved down to her ass, her splendiferous ass. My manpower moved rhythm and stave, caressing her cheek, taking a business firm grip and helping to drudge her on me. Bev hegan to groan out loud, imploring me to go,

'' More, moooore. '' She knew what she was doing when she got me off earlier. Even though this was my first sentence, I was able to hang on as Bev, rubbed herself causing her to stammer a serial of `` ooohs ''. Then when she came down she told me, `` roll me over, then go hard, fast. '' We got ourselves repositioned. Bev spread her legs up and astray. I moved in last and began thrusting my cock into her. Watching as she smiled and rocked her psyche back and forth. I felt it coming on, I tried to keep out but it overwhelmed me. I went hard, deep, then held myself there as my cum spurted into Bev. She encouraged me, `` go ahead Pete, sacrifice it to me, fall in it all to me. '' When I felt I had no more Energy, or cum, I lay my head teacher on Bev 's chest catching my breathing time. I looked up at Bev. She kissed my olfactory organ. Wiped the haircloth from my face.

I rolled off to lay alongside her. She on her back, me on my side of meat. I let my hands caress her soundbox. I had to ask,

'' Was it ... .ok ? '' She turned her fountainhead to me. Again that hunched smile.

'' You really necessitate to ask ? You were wonderful. '' Then she considered a moment, `` It 's not nice to fuck and order, but for the record you were lots better than Bobby Berner. '' I just stared at her waiting for something else. `` Really. Lots. ``

'' You were pretty fucking spectacular yourself. ``

'' You an expert now ? ``

'' No, I uh ... ''

'' I 'm teasing. And little girl would like to hear that. You know, '' Now she turned to face me. Her digit were messing with my hair. `` I 'm telling you this as your sis who loves you and as a fair sex you just got get laid but estimable. You have zip to vex about. Your stuff is perfectly exquisitely, you 're energetic and kind. You should contract a shot out there. There are lots of girlfriend who are n't getting this. ``

'' You think ? ``

'' Yes. ``

'' Thanks. ``

We lay together talking, touching, playing. Bev asked if she could sleep in my bed with me, like lovers. Just for tonight. When we woke in the daybreak realizing that we were together, and naked, we laughed at first, then made out with vigour. Bev agreed that since we were still in bed from the world-class time we could have another shot. That turned into two shooter before we hurriedly showered before our parents got place. In the time before they arrived we sat at the kitchen table and both agreed that this was not an ongoing thing.

My night with Bev gave me new found confidence, but that was all in the future tense. For now we had to get `` back to normal '' with our parents base and Christmas coming. Somehow Bev was able to act normal. I was careful around her at first, not wanting to do anything wrong.

Christmastime morning we gathered as we always did. Bev wore the sweater to show up off my gift. She thanked me again with a hug. When I opened her natural endowment, I thanked her profusely for the book I 'd wanted. Mom seemed happy that we were getting along.

'' Thanks so much, Bev ! '' She smiled. She gave me that piddling smirk. When I gave her a hug she whispered,

'' Merry Yule, Pete. ''