Little sis, Big sis, and Me

JackassTales…Tale # 26…Dear Readers: This sex site presents itself as a forum for sexually ‘taboo’ stories. The story I’m posting here fits that category. If incestuous sex between siblings bothers you, then please don’t read this. Parts of this tale are autobiographical (sister searching for baton and a brother and sister’s first awkward attempts at oral sex). Other parts are exaggerated fantasies of how I wish things had really been..

Little sis, Big sis, and Me

“Joey, are you down there?” asked my sister. “I’ve lost my baton. Have you seen it downstairs in the basement?”

Turning, I saw Aimie slowly descending the steep steps leading down into our dimly-lit basement. At 16 years of age, Aimie was my idea of a female she-devil come to life. The irritating child was a constant, thorny aggravation in my side. The two of us often fought like cats and dogs, or more precisely, like brothers and sisters.

“No, Missy Prissy, I haven’t seen your damn baton!” I angrily replied. “And, I’m not wasting my valuable time looking for it!”

Aimie stepped off the bottom step and quickly threatened, “Mister, you’d better watch your language or I’ll tell Mama! You’re only 17 & 1/2 and Mama said if she caught you cussing again she’d take a switch to your ass!”

“Aha!” I said triumphantly. “You can’t tell on me now you little tattle-tale brat because you cussed, too. Saying ‘ass’ is just as bad as saying ‘damn’!”

“Is not!” she heatedly pouted. “Besides, I was only repeating what Mama said. Those were not ‘my’ words.”

I sneered and said, “But girlie girl, those words came from ‘your’ mouth! Just find your frigging baton and stop pestering me.”

I turned my back and retreated to ‘my’ part of the basement. Dad had let me set up my own private workshop in one corner. I had my own workbench, worktable, and tools. A bright florescent light fixture illuminated my work area and cast light into the shadowy parts of the cavernous room. I may only be 17, but I was a good builder and fixer-upper.

Aimie scrounged around a while but surrendered her futile search. Frustrated, she begged, “Please Joey, will you help me? I’ve got cheerleading practice to do and I need my baton.”

I then noticed my sister’s cheerleader outfit. She had on a short, pink skirt and a white top with an embossed, pink letter ‘A’ emblazoned on it. Aimie’s 11h grade squad called themselves, the ‘Angels’.

I was shy and at the age where I didn’t really pay much attention to girls. I guess I was pretty innocent and immature in many ways. Why, it was only a few months ago when I learned how to ‘jerk-off’!

“Ok troublemaker,” I said. “I’ll help, but I want you to take it and get out of my basement and stop bothering me.”

Reaching under my workbench, I retrieved the baton I’d hidden there earlier that day after Aimie’s tattle-telling had gotten me into trouble. I noticed my sister’s infuriated red face as I tried to hand the baton to her.

My aim was off slightly. Instead of going into Aimie’s outstretched hands, the rubber-tipped head of the baton accidentally went under her short skirt. The rounded bulb on the end of the three-foot long shaft struck her right between the legs where I knew girls had a sensitive spot.

Surprisingly, Aimie didn’t act injured. In fact, she grabbed hold of the elongated aluminum rod and held it firmly against the spot it was touching. She started wiggling her body against the hardened intruder under her skirt. A curious smile lit her face.

Curious myself, I placed the other end of the baton against my zippered jeans. I began pushing my body against the rubber ball at the other end of the pole.

Aimie’s gyrating hips forced the baton hard against my jeans. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose or not, but I shoved the wand right back into her body.

Puzzled by new sensations, Aimie jerked forward and forced the baton to push against me more firmly. In retaliation, I poked her harder. She responded by thrusting against me again.

Why we were having so much fun doing what we were doing, I couldn’t have said. This was all as new to me as it was to my sister. I knew one thing for a sure enough fact; the penis in my pants was getting hard and growing longer. It was also situated uncomfortably. Unconsciously, I slipped a hand in my jeans and adjusted myself.

“Joey, why’d you do that?” Aimie asked unexpectedly from the other end of the three foot metal stick. “Why did you put your hand in your britches and wiggle it around? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”

I smiled mischievously and answered, “No Miss Prissy, you didn’t hurt me. I’m a big boy and a little squirt like you couldn’t hurt me! I just had to get something straightened out.”

“What thing?” she quickly replied. With a blush growing on her face she continued, “Oh, you mean that ‘thing’ boys have between their legs!”

“Yeah,” I said. “I mean that ‘thing’. For some reason it’s getting bigger, fatter, and longer. And no, it’s not hurting. As a matter of fact, it’s feeling pretty good!”

With a smile brightening her face, Aimie whispered, “Joey, my ‘thing’ is feeling good, too. I don’t know why, but it is. Did you know that the ‘thing’ between my legs is different than yours?”

“Of course, silly!” I exclaimed. “I’m not 4 years old! I know boys and girls are ‘different’. I’ve seen what boys have, but I’ve never seen a girl’s. Have you ever seen a boy’s?”

Blushing demurely, Aimie answered, “I’ve only seen a baby boy’s ‘pee-pee’ during a diaper change. I haven’t seen one as grown-up old as yours.”

“But, I’d like to!” she added. “I’d like to see yours, Joey. Would you like to see mine? I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours!”

I thought about it for about half a split-second before answering. “Ok,” I said. “That sounds like a good plan to me. Since it’s your idea, you go first.”

Hesitant at first, Aimie shrugged her shoulders, but then she lifted her short skirt up over her bellybutton and pulled her panties down to her knees. Speaking quietly, she said, “You can look for a minute or two, but then it’s your turn to show me.”

From my standing-up vantage point, I couldn’t get a very good look, so I dropped to my knees. Up to that point in my life, I’d seen some mighty pretty things like sunsets, bluebirds, butterflies, and such, but nothing in my 17 years of living had prepared me for the beauty which now assaulted my eyes.

Right there between my sister’s legs was a pretty little mound of puffed-out, naked, girlie-girl flesh. I’d heard other guys talking about a girl’s ‘wee-wee’ thing being called a ‘pussy’. Aimie had a pussy which proudly protruded out from between her smooth upper thighs. The beautiful mound was separated into two halves by a long slit running down its entire length.

Why, I never imagined anything so pretty existed! I thought I was hard before, but now the penis in my pants was swelling into the hardest erection I’d ever had. My rigid rod was bursting at the seams of my pants. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch the object of my desires, but I knew that wasn’t part of the plan Aimie had devised.

“Joey, it’s your turn now,” my sister said. “Drop your pants just like I did. You’re not going to ‘chicken out’ now, are you?”

I stood and answered angrily, “Chicken out, like Hell! I’ll show you mine alright!” Grabbing the edge of my t-shirt, I jerked it up and over my head. Tossing it onto my workbench, I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my pants and underwear.

“Oh Joey,” Aimie said with her eyes transfixed between my legs. “That’s a really nice ‘pecker’ you have! Why, it’s much bigger and better than a baby boy’s ‘pee-pee! I like yours a lot. Do you like mine?”

Nodding my head in affirmation, I answered, “God yes girl, I like yours! I’ve never seen anything so pretty anywhere or anytime in all my born days!”

Aimie giggled giddily. For some reason, I got it my head that my sister wanted to reach out and touch me just as much as I wanted to touch her. Yet, neither one of us touched the other.

Lifting her baton, Aimie backed up and placed one end against the pretty little pussy she had. She guided the metal rod and placed the other end against the middle of my stiffened penis. With the rubber-tipped bulbs in place, she pushed against me.

Goosebumps made me shiver. I’d never been so ‘turned-on’ stimulated before. Following Aimie’s lead, I push the baton back against her pussy.

Making a game of it, my little sister and I had ‘pretend’ sex in a way we thought grownups did it. Neither one of us knew the correct way to ‘do it’ so we did the best our imaginations could come up with.

After a few minutes, Aimie said, “This feels good doesn’t it, Joey? I know what your pecker is really called. It’s called a ‘penis’, isn’t it? Joey, will your penis stick out straight like this baton?”

“Yes, this really feels good,” I answered. “And yes, this thing is a ‘penis’. It’s not as long as your baton, but yes, I can make it stick out straight. I’ll show you.”

Pushing the baton aside, I grabbed my stiffened pole which was pointing straight up to the ceiling. My penis was so swollen and erect that I had to use brute force to make it point directly towards my sister.

“I know what we can do, Joey!” Aimie exclaimed. Her hand opened and the metal baton hit the floor. Stepping out of her panties, she walked towards me and pushed her pussy against the head of my penile shaft.