Chrissy, my one true friend
Chrissy, my one true friend
Sex Story Author: | Dan Kaiser |
Sex Story Excerpt: | I’m sure my sister wouldn’t be able to notice, though I didn’t know exactly why I was ashamed besides the |
Sex Story Category: | First Time |
Sex Story Tags: | Fiction, First Time, Incest, Young |
Prologue: My first intimate encounter with my sister was when I was 9 and she was 7. Wait… Wait! Don’t get me wrong, it was completely accidental. We didn’t even actually fuck. It was just the contact, there was no passion or even… Knowledge.
My dad bought a house back in his college days (he was really well off) just off campus. He was the big football jock of the school and so was always the one hosting the toga parties; In fact, he met my mom on one occasion and never had to meet her again. For that reason, almost everything in his house was convertible. Couches could turn into beds, chairs could transform into stepladders to reach the booze on the higher shelves, tables could become either study desks or poker tables, and beds… Well, beds would become just another part of the wall.
Now imagine, about 11 years later, my parent had been married for 10 years, had a son for 9, and a daughter for 7. After graduating, my dad got on the board of a small privately owned company, which exploded into a multi-billion dollar sensation on the market, leaving my dad (and the rest of his family) very well off indeed. The house had not changed a bit since then besides the inevitable technology upgrades like a plasma television, a household stereo system that could blast from inside the bathroom and make the water vibrate, and an awesome computer. These things don’t have anything to do with the story besides for the fact that they’re there. All the convertibles are still exactly as they had been since the last party, and that’s why my mother asked me and my sister to clean up the mess.
Chapter 1: Still the Prologue
I woke up one morning to the familiar funk of dirtiness in the room next to mine. It didn’t really throw me that much since I had been living with it for 9 years already. It was the only room that my mom had forbidden the housecleaners to clean because it was the room that my dad and mom first fucked in. Strange kind of memento, I guess. Of course, I didn’t know about sex back then and my mom just said that was where she and her husband first kissed, satisfied with my initial disgust. Everyday, remembering that it hasn’t been cleaned since, I took proper care to avoid the room. Until today, when my mom and dad continued having their heated debate over whether to clean the room or not. My father was yelling that the smell was the reason no one ever came to their house and that the air in the house was probably endangering and poisoning us as we speak, while my mom was shrieking that my father didn’t have any respect for the past, and didn’t care about the memories of the good days in college. Eventually though, my mother gave in and since there were no housekeepers today, ordered me and my 7 year-old sister, Chrissy, to clean it up while they went to the mall in town for groceries and such….
We stepped into the disgusting room that hadn’t been cleaned in over 9 years, my sister held the two rolls of paper towels to avoid the smell. I opened the window at the side of the room to let in some air but even then it was blisteringly hot in the room, so we ended up in t-shirt and shorts. Neither of us ever wore underwear under our shorts. Bad infant habits are to blame. We both just liked feeling that soothing breeze and freedom you can’t usually get, and today we really wished there was a window in this room. Reluctantly I took the paper towels form my sister… And so we began.
It started out simply enough, we used a broom to brush off the cobwebs that hung from the light in the middle of the room. I distinctly remember smelling that anti-mold spray and realized that my mom must’ve been putting it in here for years because even she could figure out that the room was a health hazard. So with no mold to stop us, we went on using a steam vacuum to get all the old wine stains out of the rug and a regular vacuum for the layer of dust that coated the room. Finally we got to the push down bed. It was already down so we didn’t have any trouble getting started. All the cloth of the bed spreads and sheets were full of holes from moths. It was like a coat that had stayed in the closet too long. We threw the hopeless sheets into the trash along with the unusable pillows.
It took about 45 minutes, but eventually we finished the bed and all we had left to do was the space behind the bed. The bed itself was surprisingly narrow for a push down. It was only about 4 or 5 feet wide and 6 feet long and 1 ft off the ground so the space that we had to clean wasn’t that large. The only problem was the there was this small space in the back of this space. It was probably a storage place for horny college guys to keep their pornos or something. There weren’t any pornos now, but there was a dead mouse. My sister shrieked when she saw it,
“Oooooh Jonny look! It’s a rat!”
“Don’t be silly, it’s just a mouse,” I said, trying to sound brave, but it was torture for me to pickup the thing with a tissue and throw into the trash as quickly as possible.
After that episode we continued cleaning. About 15 minutes later we were finishing up. We were both sweating tremendously, but we just weren’t the ones to take a break. I was finishing the small crawl space, and I had taken off my shirt because it was just too damn hot, while my sister, the whole time, was watching me clean the space without lifting a finger, despite my constant accusations of her being lazy. Chrissy must’ve unconsciously tripped the lock switch that helped keep the bed from flipping up while people were sleeping on it because something happened then that was both frightening and really embarrassing.
Once I finished cleaning the crawl space, I didn’t get out, rather I rolled over and sat with my back to the wall, sighing and feeling proud of a job well done. Then Chrissy said,
“Finally, that took forever.”
“And you didn’t help at all, not one bit,” I said, glaring at her as best as a 9 year old could,
“It’s so hot…” Chrissy said with an over-exaggerated sigh, “I’m going to go cool off in the pool now.” She looked out the window, and once again sighed at the sight of the sparkling water that shimmered about 100 yards away. “Come on Jonny! Let’s go have some fun.” With that she leaped onto the metal back railing of the bed and faced me, directly in front of me, which was dangerous as she could slip, but was even more dangerous since the lock that kept the bed down wasn’t locked. Everything from that point on was in slow-mo for me, but in absolute high definition.
I remember the weight of my sister unbalancing the bed and like a seesaw, flipped backwards. Had she not been standing directly in front of me, she would’ve been crushed in between the bed and wall, seriously injured or worse. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. But the bed did flip back and the momentum carried her straight at me, still sitting with my back to the wall, not realizing the danger we were in. She tripped on the corner of the crawl space and landed hard of top of me, her legs splayed out on either side of my chest. The air was knocked out of me for a second and being inexperienced with that surprise attack of pain, cried for about ten seconds before noticing my sister was crying too. I did my best to try to pry my arm loose from in between Chrissy’s calves to wipe away my watering eyes, but to no avail. I wasn’t that strong back then. I quickly accessed our situation as best I could. Chrissy was struggling to stand up but her legs wouldn’t budge due to the sides of the crawl space and my arms pinning her thighs down. The bed had strategically slammed into the entrance of the crawl space, so my sister couldn’t pull back and get off me. In other words, we were stuck; with my sister sitting right on my lower torso, that is, my 9 year old cock, straddling me on either side. I didn’t even know about sex, but it seemed my cock did and it started to grow. It eventually became… well a semi hard three-inch erection.
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