Episode 3: Sibling Tender Touches
Ellie is really quite stunning. She hasn’t started getting any real women-like curves yet, but despite her always complaining about having “a boy’s body” she is very feminine. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes and even though she’s only about 5 foot 2 she has the build of a taller girl. Her legs are thin and super long. She does a lot of sports and you can tell since her legs are really toned. She has a small bum but it’s nice and round. Her tummy is completely flat now (this time last year she still had a bit of a baby belly) – she’s actually been begging our mom to let her get her belly button pierced. She has small tits but I think they’re really nice. Definitely smaller than a lot of girls her age even, but when she wears a tight tank top they show off very nicely.
Anyway, as you can probably tell I’ve got a complete crush on her. I know I should feel weird about being turned on by my sister or any 14-year-old girl but I really don’t feel weird at all. Not only is she gorgeous, she’s always very energetic and we’ve always been really close. Our mom works long hours and our dad hasn’t been around in a long time so we spend a lot of time together. Some might think it’s weird but it’s still normal to us to cuddle on the couch while watching TV or to give each other back rubs or foot rubs etc.
The other night I was watching TV before bed. I thought Ellie had already gone to bed, in fact I was just about to turn in myself. I was already in my boxers and a t-shirt in fact. Mom was working late and wouldn’t be home for hours. The show I was watching was just about over when Ellie came into the living room. She was wearing one of my shirts that she had “adopted” a while back as a sort of housecoat. It was a dark blue button-up shirt that I got from our grandmother and it was two sizes too big so I’ve never worn it. Her legs were bare underneath the shirt. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me and immediately cuddled up to me. She mumbled something about not being able to sleep and took a pillow from the couch, placed in my lap and stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap.
Needless to say I decided not to turn in just yet after all. She was laying on her side, facing the TV. I started stroking her hair the way I know she likes as I looked her over. The shirt was barely covering her tush and I had a great look at her long legs. She has a great tan going already and her legs looked as smooth as silk. Looking down at her face, her eyes were closed now as I continued to stroke her hair. Her long eyelashes would flit every now and then but were mostly still. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a hint of her teeth. Her lips looked so soft and warm.
Occasionally I would gently stroke her forehead or around her ear once or twice between stroking her hair. I let my fingers trace gently over her eyebrow and down her cheek a few times . . . acting like I was just absent-mindedly petting a cat while watching TV. In reality, I wasn’t paying any attention to the TV at all. I was totally fixated on this little pixie in my lap. She seemed to be really enjoying the gentle touch I was giving her, so I was getting bolder each stroke. I let my fingers gently trace from her forehead to her ear, then gently over her cheek and down to her chin.
When she didn’t resist at all (she in fact seemed to be lifting her chin, encouraging me to explore more) I let my next caress trace gently down past her closed eye, over her cheek and just past the corner of her mouth. I continued slowly down over her chin then ever so gently down next to the top of her shoulder before running into the fabric of her shirt (or my shirt actually).
She parted her lips a bit at my actions so instead of lifting my hand from her skin and going back up to her hair I let my fingers gently trace up her chin and did a gentle circle around her lips. Lastly I let my finger gently caress from one corner of her mouth to her other along her pouting bottom lip. She was so relaxed that even though my touch was very gentle, her lip pulled down a bit so that her mouth was a little bit more open.
At this point she shifted in my lap and turned so that she was laying on her back rather than her side. Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t say a word but she clearly was enjoying the attention I was focusing on her perfect little face. She had only done up a couple of the middle buttons on her shirt, so as she was lying now I could see the top of her chest and even a little hint of where her left breast would begin to show.
The bottom of the shirt on one side had fallen to the side and I could clearly see the pink boy-cut panties she was wearing. They had sort of a lace trim and lace design on them. I could see half of her flat tummy, her navel and while one side of the shirt was still covering her right hip and the very top of her thigh, the other side was completely visible. I could see the outline of her hip bone where it just slightly lifted the waistband of her panties. I could imagine where her pussy would be, but couldn’t make out any indication of anything more.
I continued to look her all over and memorize every square inch of her young body while I continued to gently caress her face. Each time I would let my fingers trace their way across the top of her chest and along the edge of her shirt, pushing it just a little further each time. Then I started to let my fingers stray a little bit under her shirt with each pass until I was confident that I could feel the softer area around her left breast. After a few minutes I was just keeping my hand on her chest doing slow, gentle circles. Still being careful not to fully touch her breast, I was letting my hand go way under the loose-fitting shirt to her shoulder with each pass. One time I let my pinky stray a little bit further than before and could feel the different texture of the edge of her nipple. Ellie ‘s breasts are small and of course laying on her back like this they were barely apparent.
Ellie didn’t make any indication that she noticed I touched her nipple. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic and her mouth was still a little bit open and her eyes remained closed. I decided to let my pinky drift a little further the next time and as it passed over the top of her breast, it brushed gentle against her nipple which was fully erect! I was a bit surprised as I didn’t expect it to be so big . . . it was almost as high as the top of my pinky lying flat on her skin.
On the next pass, I let my hand go much lower down so that my middle fingers passed on either side of her nipple. I was still tracing very lightly but I could definitely sense her breast beneath my hand. The next time I let my hand rest a little less lightly . . . and I could feel her small breast clearly now as my fingers traced around it.
Ellie was still very relaxed and peaceful. Deciding that I could be a bit bolder, I unbuttoned the higher of the two buttons she had bothered to do up on her shirt. I didn’t immediately pull the shirt more open, but just let the opened button rest where it was. I continued my gentle circles around the top of her chest and this time pushed my hand very low, down to her stomach . . . which of course opened her shirt even more.
Again, Ellie didn’t make any indication that she minded this at all . . . in fact she seemed to be enjoying the tender attention her brother was giving her. Even with only the one button done up on her shirt, her nipple was still barely covered by it. I let my hand trace all the way up from her navel, up the center of her chest to the base of her neck, then stretched out to her shoulder again. This time I was careful to make sure that her shirt moved further over and when my hand traced down her left side, my arm finally pulled the shirt far enough that I could see her left nipple.
It was a dark pink and pointing straight up. It truly looked like the eraser at the end of a pencil. I let my hand make a few more circles around her left breast with my fingers tracing their way around. I let my hand relax a bit more each time so that instead of just my fingertips touching her soft skin, most of my finger was. Her hard nipple gently touched my palm on one pass and I was surprised at how hard it was.
Ignoring any concerns over being too obvious, I let my fingers slowly trace in smaller and smaller circles around her breast and when Ellie made no indication for me to stop, I finally let my fingers trace lightly over her nipple. I made another little circle just around the outer edge of her bud and then, more slowly and deliberately this time, drew two fingers over the top of her erect nipple. It moved with my fingers a little bit and then popped back into place as my fingers moved past it.
Ellie made an “mmm” sound very quietly and shifted slightly in my lap. Deciding that there was no point in pretending anymore that I wasn’t totally focused on her tits and nipples, I undid the final button on her shirt and pulled both sides open, revealing both developing breasts of my 14-year-old sister. Her other nipple was not quite as hard as the one I had been playing with, so I let my hand drift over to her other breast and made a few circles around her nipple while watching it harden like the other one.
Fascinated, I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and very gently squeezed it. I let my fingers spread slowly until my entire hand was flat against her breast and I slowly and gently squeezed her small breast. Feeling her like this I could tell that while they were small, she definitely had very real and very firm breasts. I moved between each breast, gently squeezing and cupping them and then making little circles around her nipple before squeezing it gently.
I was also letting my hand drift down to her tummy and made gentle circles around her navel and over her flat stomach. After a few times, I let my hand drift all the way down to the top of her panties and traced the edge over her hips. When my fingers traced below her navel she giggled slightly and it sort of startled me out of the trance I had fallen into.
Ellie started to sit up and I was immediately terrified that she was going to be angry with me or that she had somehow just noticed that I was feeling her all over. Instead she pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on the floor. She flipped over and lay face down on the couch and said “Mmmm. Do my back now.” She had her arms at her sides and her head was turned toward the TV on the pillow in my lap.
Needless to say, beneath the pillow I had a raging hardon. I moved her long hair to one side and started to run my hand all over the soft skin of her naked back. I let my hand go in big circles from the tops of her shoulders, down her side and down to her hips. I traced the top of her panties across her lower back. Her panties are very tight and each side of her little bum was barely squeezed into the pink, lacey fabric.
After a few moments, she moved her hands up under the pillow where she discovered my hard cock waiting for her. At first she must have been surprised, because she moved her hands away. Her left hand dropped under her chest beside my thigh, but her right hand fell into my lap, resting between my thighs with her fingertips just at the bottom of my boxer shorts. She was tracing her fingers back and forth over my inner thigh. She shifted herself a little bit and then her hand was resting right on top of my shorts! She left her hand there . . . laying right across my hard cock. Did she know how absolutely aroused I was, with her hand there?
Then she looked up at me and said: “How about if you continue on my back and I will massage this hidden object inside your boxers?” I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and I just nodded my head up and down rapidly. She smiled and then closed her eyes and gently placed her fingers at the opening of my boxers, and inched her hand inside. To be honest, I wasn’t too concerned about continuing her back massage, but when her fingers surrounded my stiff cock, I moaned my approval.
I was surprised that she kept her eyes closed, as she slowly attempted to pull my shorts off. I immediately raised my hips and soon the boxers were past my knees, giving her much more freedom to manipulate my fully rigid cock.
“Let me wet it for you,” she said moving her head upwards so that it was even with my stiff erection. Looking down, I watched her begin at the base and then slurp her way over the entire surface of my staff. It only took a few minutes, and then my cock was shiny with her saliva. She slipped back down to her previous position, and again not looking . . . grasped my cock at the base and then squeezing it . . . began to move her hand up and down.
“How does this feel,” she asked. I couldn’t believe her question.
“It feels fucking amazing Ellie. But it won’t last for very long,” I warned.
“I’m counting on it . . . so let’s see how high . . . we can make your cum fly,” she teased.
Those words were all it took, and soon as she tightened her grip even more, my shaft began to pulse and the first rope of cum shot out of the end of my cock. We both watched it easily make a 5-foot journey upwards and we looked at each other in amazement. The next several shots were less in intensity but still exciting to watch, until my organ began to grow flaccid.
“Thank You,” was all I could say, stuffing my organ back into the boxers. I once again kept rubbing her back for a little while longer and then finally she sat up on her knees. She grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it over her shoulders without buttoning it. She leaned in and gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks so much for the great massage. I hope you enjoyed yours too!” With that, she stood up and stood beside me for a moment. Her shirt was hanging open and she held the shirt tails in her hands and looked at me for a moment. She smiled at me and then pulled her shirt wide open, giving me a full look at her naked tits one last time. Then she covered herself up as if it had been a big slip the first time and made a face like “Ooops!” and then spun on her heels and skipped out of the room and off to bed.
Episode 4-Trouble Sleeping
My name is Jeff and I have a kid sister named Ellie who’s 14. If you already read episode 1-3, you know already that she is one special girl. It’s time for another couple adventures.
The other night, I was in bed half asleep when I noticed my bedroom door slowly opening. There stood Ellie in my door. I couldn’t see her face, because of the light behind her, but I could see that she was wearing a t-shirt and had her hair up in a ponytail. She had one hand on the door frame and the other on her hip and was peering into the room. I was enjoying the view of her legs which looked really long under her t-shirt.
After a moment, she stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. I heard her soft footsteps as she crossed the room. She stopped at the edge of my bed and as my eyes started to adjust to the dark room lighting, I was able to see her smooth thighs right in front of me. I was about to ask her what she wanted . . . when she answered by climbing into the bed and lying next to me. Now, it has been a few years since Ellie came to sleep in my room . . . usually during a storm or after watching a scary movie or something. But . . . I wasn’t complaining about her presence.
I looked at the clock and it was just after 11:30. Our mom had been working the late shift (she’s a waitress) and typically gets home at 1am or so. I was trying to decide if I should say something when Ellie spoke. “I need covers,” she said. I lifted up the comforter and she snuggled up against me . . . her back to my chest. She smelled amazing! She got some new bath stuff for Christmas and had taken a long bath tonight before bed.
She was wiggling to get closer to me and her tush was right against my boxers (which is all I sleep in). I had my left arm around her waist but over the covers, with my right arm under the pillow. She lifted the covers and pulled my arm under and held it close to her so my hand was just under her chin. We lay like that for a little while and though I had a semi-hardon, she didn’t seem to notice (or mind). She kept her tush firmly pressed against my bulging boxers, occasionally wiggling it which only made me harder.
We lay like that for several minutes and I was actually starting to drift off to sleep, despite the images running through my head. Then Ellie rolled over and put her head on my shoulder. I lay back and pulled her close to me. Her hand was resting on my bare chest and her right leg was resting on top of mine. Her fingers were gently running over my chest in small circles as she snuggled closer. My eyes had adjusted completely now to the blue light generated by my alarm, so I could see her hand moving slowly around my chest. I could see from how her head was that she was watching her hand move around as well.
Her eyelashes would flutter every now and then and she’d tilt her head as her hand moved lower over my stomach. She traced around for a little while and then moved her hand back up to my chest and shoulder. She lifted her head. As she did this,I could see her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were completely focused on what she was doing. She shifted a bit and propped herself up on her elbow. She slipped her leg between mine and pulled herself closer. I was pretty sure I didn’t feel any panties when she pressed herself up against my thigh.
She started tracing large circles over my chest and stomach, each time getting lower and eventually tracing the top of my boxers. Each pass she would go slower and slower across my lower stomach until finally she paused with her fingers at the top of my boxers. She looked up at me at this point and she was so beautiful. Her big blue eyes stared right through me and she licked her lips slightly before biting the bottom lip. Then, without breaking eye contact, she moved her hand down over the big bulge in my boxers. The feeling was amazing and I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, she had turned her head back to watch what she was doing. She leaned across my chest and started rubbing up and down on my hardon which was straining at my boxers. I started rubbing her shoulders and back as she continued to run her hand all over my boxers.
After another moment, she sat up slowly and while her eyes never left my boxers, she slowly lifted her right leg over me until she was straddling me. I looked down at her bare legs on either side of me, her t-shirt hanging down to my stomach. With her small hands on my chest, she lowered herself until I could feel the heat of her bare pussy so close to my cock. She hesitated there for what seemed like forever and it took all my will not to thrust my hips upward towards her.
Then she very gently rested her naked pussy against my boxers and softly rubbed up and down the length of my cock. She pressed a little harder with each pass until she was humping me and starting to breathe heavily. I ran my hands from her knees up her thighs and then under the bottom of her shirt.
I confirmed what I had thought might be true when I continued up to her bare hips. I held her hips tightly and started grinding in time with her. I took one hand and lifted her shirt so I could see her sweet little pussy as she continued grinding against me. She took the cue and pulled the hem of her shirt up and held it there as we continued grinding. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back. Her lips were moist from licking them. I let my eyes slowly roam down from her face down to her exposed chest. The t-shirt still covered her nipples but I could see the very edge of her small breasts. She has a very flat tummy and while she was grinding against me, her abs were tensing and releasing. She had a tiny bit of blonde hair just above her young pussy and as she grinded I could see her mound move around my bulging cock. My boxers were getting wet from her young pussy and I felt that I was about to get them really wet . . . shooting a huge load of cum.
I wanted this to last a bit longer though, so I took her ass in my hands and pulled her up higher on my chest. I was able to reach around and lay my fingertips on her very hot and very wet pussy. “Don’t go inside,” she said nervously. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” I said softly.
She wiggled up a little higher so I could reach better and I started stroking up and down along her young pussy. She bent over to give me even better access and that left her bare chest right above my face. I started to kiss her tits, trying to work my way past her shirt to her nipple. She lifted up and pulled the t-shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. Ellie was now naked! She started to lower down again but I told her to stay sitting up so I could see her.
“But I don’t have big boobs to watch,” she protested.
“You have beautiful tits and a very sexy body Ellie,” I assured her. She smiled at this and leaned back while I continued to stroke her wet pussy. I was in heaven . . . my eyes drinking in Emily’s sexy little body while squeezing her firm little tush and gently stroking her soft, hairless pussy. She had her hands on my chest and was pushing her hips back against my hands. I was putting more and more pressure against her young pussy with my fingers and was getting a little further each time.
Still not “in” but getting closer all the time. Her breathing was getting heavier and until she bent down and rested on her elbows. This allowed me to slip one hand underneath her and push two fingers against her soaking pussy, while the other hand squeezed her ass and dictated the rhythm. Her new posture also meant that her nipples were now in reach of my eager mouth and I immediately began to kiss and suck on her chest and breasts. She moved so that one nipple was easy to reach and I started to flick it with my tongue and suck on it. It was hard when I started but got even harder as I sucked it into my mouth.
She was panting now. My fingers were soaked and rubbing the inner edge of her pussy. Ellie suddenly shifted down again, pressing her pussy against my boxers and started grinding like crazy. I cupped her little tush in my hands and humped in rhythm with her. She was moaning . . . and put her head beside mine and wiggled her arms under my shoulders while grinding harder and faster. I could feel her breath on my ear and hear her moans as she built towards her climax.
Softly at first . . . but getting louder each time, she repeated “Oh My God” over and over. I felt my own orgasm building but realized I was never going to catch up to her. “Oh my god, oh m’ god, ohmygod, OHMYGOD.” She pushed back against me and trembled in my arms as she let loose. She lay there for a moment longer, her legs shaking still and her breath returning to normal.
After another moment, she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes. Her face was beet red and shining with a little sweat. She bent down and gave me a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth and then rested her head on my shoulder.
“Ellie, we’re not quite finished yet,” I said softly. She lifted her head again and looked at me quizzically. “Well . . . you got to finish . . . but I sure didn’t,” I explained.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked. I lifted her to one side and pulled my boxers down and off (they were quite wet from the fun Ellie had just had). I started to lift her back on top of me when she hesitated. “I’m not ready to have it in me Jeff. But we can do other stuff, ok?”
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I just want you to rub up and down like you were before. But be careful . . . cause I’m really hard and you’re really wet.” She looked down at my hard cock a moment and then slowly straddled me again. I held my cock flat against my stomach and she lowered her sweet, little pussy up against it.
She started very tentatively at first, slowly stroking her pussy down to the base of my cock and then slowly back to the tip. After a few strokes, she sat up so that she could keep my cock pressed up against me . . . while still grinding her pussy into it. This was perfect for me as I could watch her naked little body on top of mine. She was staring intently at her pussy and my cock, being very deliberate and careful to prevent any “slips” that would break her rule of no penetration.
Her lips were slightly parted and she nervously bit her lower lip from time to time. She had her hands on the sides of my stomach so that her shoulders were pushed forward. This made her developing tits look a little bit more full. She was leaning forward so she almost had cleavage. Her nipples were still hard and her flat stomach looked so sexy as she grinded back and forth.
I lowered my view to see her tiny, hairless pussy wrapped around the shaft of my cock. The tiny tuft of blonde hair just above was glistening with sweat and her own pussy juices. She drew her hips slowly back so my cock was entirely exposed – shining with moisture from her wet pussy. She pushed her hips down and forward and slowly rubbed herself along my cock until the head just about disappeared beneath her before slowly raising her hips up.
As she lifted her hips up, my cock followed her and she twirled her hips so that the head of my cock pressed not-so-gently against her wet little pussy. Then she lowered herself down again until her pussy was pressing against my balls. She repeated this motion a few times very slowly and deliberately. The sexiest part of the whole thing . . . was watching her face as she intently studied every small step and methodically moved her pussy up and down my cock.
I felt my orgasm building and knew I had to come soon or I’d burst. I told her to lay down on her stomach and I took my turn straddling her. I pressed my cock against her sweet little tush and started thrusting it back and forth. I went slowly at first, just like she had done. Taking the head of my cock and guiding it between her ass cheeks and up as I pressed the shaft against her. I would then push the head of my cock against her pussy and then carefully let it slide up as I grinded against her. After a few long, slow strokes like this I could feel my orgasm building.
I started going faster and faster, thrusting my cock against her sweet little tush. After a few more thrusts I was getting faster and faster. Ellie was tilting her ass up and I could hear her moaning as well. Then I noticed that she had her hand down between her legs and was stroking her little pussy as well . . . probably finding her clit. That was what set me off. The idea of my little sister fingering her tiny clit while I grinded my cock against her. I took one more long stroke and then I came all over her lower back and ass. Three long spurts of cum erupted from my swollen cock and onto her soft skin.
I rolled off of her and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe my cum off her back. I sat down on the bed beside her since my legs were still a little shaky. She stood up, still completely nude and stood in front of me. She’s much shorter than I am so with me sitting she was basically my height. She pushed my knees apart and stepped between them. Ellie looked down at my still semi-hard cock and then lifted her head to kiss me. This time she kissed me fully on the mouth and her tongue darted between my lips to find mine. We kissed like that for a moment, my little sister’s naked body pressed against me while her tongue darted around inside my mouth. I cupped her little tush close to me and pulled her hard against me.
Then she smiled as she went down on her knees. “Someday this big cock of yours is gonna travel deep inside me . . . and we both are going to love it!” And with that she leaned further over and kissed the tip of my cock, and surprisingly lapped underneath with her tongue, wiggling it back and forth. She stopped . . . glanced at the clock on the nightstand and then back at me with a big frown (it was well past 12). She turned around and bent over to pick up her t-shirt (giving me one more good look at her sweet little tush) and then bounced out of the room. At the door she stopped and blew me a kiss before closing the door.