ANOTHER SISTERLY EXPERIENCE

The next major event in my sexual growth occurred when I was 16 years
old. This would, of course, make my sister, Lynn, a young woman of
18. Anyway, that summer (a week after my 16th birthday, in fact), I went
off to a summer camp I had attended until I was 14, which was the age limit
for the camp. The camp was always in need of counselors and other workers
for their three-week program in July, so I volunteered; the pay was decent
(though not great), and it gave me something to do. I didn’t have my
license yet, and Lynn seemed to stay home a lot less following her recent
graduation.

So I went to work at the camp, which proved to be the most difficult thing
I have ever done. Here I was, surrounded by a room full of naked teen and
slightly preteen girls, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Needless to
say, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom, trying to obtain some relief
for my constantly aching pussy. Finally, the three weeks were up, and it
was time to go home. On the bus ride, I found my thoughts drifting to my
beautiful sister; I wondered if she had found someone else to be with while
I was away. I quickly became wet with desire as I thought about the
“catching up” we would do that night, if she was home.

Lynn was waiting for me at the school parking lot where the bus dropped
everyone off. She gave me a quick hug and helped me throw my bags into the
trunk of her car before we climbed in and sped off toward the house. On the
way, we made small talk. “Oh, Mom told me to tell you so you wouldn’t be
surprised when we get home: Missy’s staying with us for a few more weeks,”
she said. My heart sank when I thought of my little cousin. I knew she had
been there, but she was supposed to be gone by the time camp was over. Not
hiding my disgust, I spat out her name. “Missy. How old is she now, anyway?
Nine?” “Actually, she’s 12,” answered Lynn, with a hint of something in her
voice; I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I thanked my lucky stars that
we had an extra bedroom.

Finally, we pulled up at the house. Lynn and I quickly unloaded the trunk
and went into the house. Mom and Dad came running from the kitchen to
welcome me home. I barely noticed the girl sitting on the couch, watching
television. After talking to Mom and Dad for a minute, I looked back at the
girl. I knew it was Missy, but I couldn’t believe how she had grown. She
had the same dark skin she had always had; she got that from her father,
not her mother (my mom’s sister).