Little Sisters; The Best Pretty Please Pussies

JackassTales…Tale # 66…Readers, I have reverted to my wicked ways. This is a coming of age tale of sex involving teen and older participants. If incest or young sex bothers you, then please don’t read or vote.


Little Sisters; The Best Pretty Please Pussies


[Part 1] Katie Couldn’t Cum

It sure was quiet here in my old upstairs bedroom down on the farm. In comparison to the constant cacophony of the hustling, bustling university campus where I had spent the past three years, it was downright serene. Oh well, I didn’t really mind. I was home for awhile and I was going to enjoy the peace and quiet while I could.

One of the best things about farm living was being able to awaken in my old bed and listening to the soothing sounds of nature coming through an open window. Just before lying down to sleep last night I had raised the window screen and had taken a piss out the opening. After that, I had stripped off all my clothes and jerked my cock until it spit out a load of cum. Moonlight made my semen stream seem like it was breaking up into thousands of glistening diamonds which arced out and then disappeared into the midnight mist.

Oh how I loved the solitude and silence of this home place of mine! Suddenly, the tranquility of the morning was shattered when my door burst open and in dashed a child. Yep, it was a kid girl dressed in frilly white pajamas; well, at least she wore the top half which covered her down to her ass…just barely. Why heck, I knew the girl, but just barely! Another year’s growing had turned my little sis into a…a, well I reckon she was more than a little girl now! Katie had turned eighteen and dang that gal had sprouted out all over the place!

Before I could gather my thoughts, Katie had run across my carpeted floor and had plopped her ass onto the bed beside me. “Happy twenty-second birthday, Mark!” she exclaimed excitedly. The girl then gave me a quick kiss on my lips.

Quick kisses from Katie were nothing new to me nor were her innocent visits to my bed. My sis and I were confidants and friends who had shared much love and laughter along with myriad secrets of the heart and mind. I was the girl’s big brother, she was my sis, and there wasn’t a thing in this world that could interfere with the loving innocence of our relationship. Or, so I thought.

As it so happened, Katie’s ass-plop into my bed on this particular morning had displaced and pulled down my thin bed covering. My nude body’s fully erect, man-sized cock was exposed in all its masculine glory! Oh shit; my sis had no business being subjected to such a stark display of raw nakedness! Hell, the girl will think that I’m a child molester laying in wait for his prey!

Katie seemed to become aware of the naughty impropriety of sitting beside a naked man. She abruptly bounded up off the bed and ran for the door. But, she stopped and looked back. Following her gaze, I saw that she was looking directly at my uncovered penis. Now, all I had to do was to flip the bedcovers back up over my exposed cock and that would be the end of it. Yet, god help my bedeviled soul, I didn’t do it!

My sis did not exit the room. Perhaps she mistakenly mistook my failure to cover myself up for encouragement or perhaps feminine curiosity lured her back. In any event, Katie timidly shuffled back to my bed and sat back down beside me. This girl put her back to the sinful sight behind her and refused to budge. Minutes flew by. Finally, undeniable temptation forced her to turn around and confront the naked incestuous demon sticking out between her brother’s legs.

Katie’s gaze locked onto my erection and made a quick, cursory inspection of the swollen manhood she had unintentionally uncovered. With blushing cheeks, her head then turned to look at my face. She didn’t speak one word. Nor, did I.

After a seemingly long silence, Katie quietly asked, “Do you have a girlfriend, Mark? Has she seen…‘it’?”

I, too, spoke softly. “I don’t have a current girlfriend, Babydoll,” I answered. “But, yes, girls have seen…‘it’.”

Indecision covered my sweet sister’s face. Finally, she made a choice as to what to say, “May I see ‘it’? I mean, may I look at it closely? Mark, you and I don’t keep secrets from each other!”

I smiled mischievously. “Oh, does that mean you will show me yours if I show you mine?” I teased.

“NO!” Katie protested. “That’s different! I just want to see yours because I’ve never seen one before. I bet you have seen lots of puss…! Well, can I see it or not?”

I snickered a bit, but then responded, “Sure, knock yourself out. Look all you want. Touch if you dare. And Kitten, you’re right; I’ve seen lots of pussies, but I’m always ‘up’ for one more!”

Katie the impish minx stuck her tongue out at me. She then scooted down in the bed a bit so she could have a better penis observation position. I know one thing; I never saw a young female make such a thorough penile examination. She must have thought I’d give her a pop quiz later because she was surely studying hard.

All at once, Katie sprang out of my bed and ran over to the drafting table I had set up in my room. She returned with two objects. Using the ruler, she measured and then muttered, “Seven & one half inches long.” Using the tape measure, she measured and then mumbled, “Six & one quarter inches around.” Scratching her head in bewilderment, she asked, “Mark, you’re the engineer, how thick is that?”

I rattled off a ‘close-enough’ number, “About two inches.”

“Ouch,” Katie flinched. “That’s too long, too big, and too thick!”

Curiously, I questioned, “For what?”

At first, Katie wouldn’t answer. Then she did, “For my hole, silly!” Quickly changing the subject, my sis asked, “Where you serious about letting me touch, ‘it’?”

I now decided this girl was ready for some instruction. “Kitten, it is not an ‘it’!” I declared. “It is a ‘penis’ in polite company. It is a ‘dick’ when just teasing. It is a ‘cock’ when naughtiness is afoot! Pick your poison and touch it!”

Sticking her tongue out at me again, the mischievous wench grabbed a handful of meat and naughtily teased, “I think I’ll pick your ‘cock’!”

A sudden bout of embarrassment came over Katie. The girl’s fingers released their firm grip on my erection. Not willing to give up entirely, my sis allowed herself to tenderly explore my cockflesh with extraordinarily soft fingertips for a farm girl. Up and down my cock’s length she felt and around and around its girth she fingered.

“Sweetie, that feels nice,” I whispered.

Katie blushed like a child being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Yet, in spite of her awkward discomfort, she managed to quietly question, “Mark, how can something be so incredibly soft, but be so extremely hard at the same time?”

I shrugged in pretend ignorance, but found an answer, “Kitty, don’t your tits and nipples stiffen up sometimes and doesn’t the clit inside your pussy become erect, yet aren’t your female parts also soft?” Mischievous intent made me add, “Let me touch them and I’ll answer myself!”

“NO, I told you, you can’t touch me!” Katie nearly screamed.

Well, that was a pretty danged fool thing for this sissy girl of mine to say! Hadn’t one of my hands been playing all over the silky-soft skin of one of her legs all the time she had been playing with my cock? And girl, aren’t you aware that the fingertips of this very same hand are now massaging the inner smoothness of your upper thigh? Why, if I had a mind to do it, I could reach out a finger, slip it under the leg of your panties, and touch it against your pussy!

As soon as that wicked thought entered my head, my finger did slip under Katie’s panties and touch her pussyflesh. My flicking finger followed a moisturized path and unexpectedly slipped into a hot, wet vaginal hole. Surprisingly, there was no hymen to hinder entrance. “Oh, my god,” I unintentionally exclaimed. “Sis, you’re not a virgin! Are you?”

This girl’s face blushed again. By now another finger of mine had followed the same path as the first and was playing inside her vaginal cavity. Although previously protesting being touched, Katie was not doing so at this time. “Yes, Mark, I am a virgin,” the girl affirmed. “Yet, in a way, I’m not! I’ve never had a penis, or a dick, or a cock inside me. But, I’ve had a hairbrush handle, a hotdog, and the first few inches of a pop bottle neck inside me there. I was a little too hard with a pop bottle once and I busted myself!”

I asked a quick, three-word question, “Did you cum?”

“No,” she answered.

“Why not?” I asked. “Don’t you like to have things stuck in there?”

Part of Katie’s answer became apparent when she lifted her leg to allow my flittering fingers freer access to her pussy. Another part came when her hand began stroking my cock with tightly gripped fingers. The final part was spoken, “Yes, I like to have things stuck inside me, but, I can’t cum!”

Damn, that was unbelievable! “Girl you are a young woman of eighteen years in age,” I stated. “What do you mean; you can’t cum?”

Katie released my cock.