Renewing love for my sister

Loving My Sister Jessica

Jessica and I had been very close growing up. Although I did torment her as big brothers often do to younger siblings, I was also very protective of her. I always ensured the guys she dated as a teenager knew their boundaries and even helped get her out of trouble with our parents a couple times.

Jessica was born in 1969 when I was almost 2 years old. My earliest recollection of her was when I was about 4 or 5 years old. Before I was in school, we used to spend time at our grandmother’s house as both our parents worked. As we grew older, we would spend the entire summer with Grandma, often in the company of our cousins. We would also fend for ourselves for a couple hours after school until our parents got home from work as we got a bit older.

Perhaps it was the fact Jessica and I relied on each other so much that brought us as close together as we were. Our relationship took on a whole new meaning of close during the summer after my 13th birthday.

While I cannot remember exactly what led to our first game, I do recall several times both Jessica and I were present with other kids in the neighborhood as we all played games such as “Spin The Bottle,” “Doctor” or “Post Office.” While I never recall anyone forcing anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do, some of the kids were hesitant to “go all the way.” Jessica never shied away from a challenge. She always seemed to enjoy putting on a show or being the first girl in the group to explore new territory.

My first orgasm involved my little sister. Someone in our group dared us to “hump” each other. At the time, neither of us knew exactly what was really involved in intercourse. My knowledge was based on a few porn magazines I’d seen and neighborhood “folk-lore.” Jessica and I eagerly accepted the challenge in the club house where most of our neighborhood games took place. Jessica and I stripped down and I remember putting my penis between her legs against her then-bald pussy and humping her. After a few seconds of this dry-humping, I remember my body quivering and a very sensitive feeling shooting through my dick. I recall something spurting from the end of my cock onto my sister’s leg and bald pussy lips. I remember some of the kids thinking I had peed on my sister. Little did I know at the moment that I had just experienced my first orgasm. Only later when I was masturbating and actually made myself cum was I able to put two-and-two together; stroking or stimulating my cock produced this incredible feeling. As with all young boys, I loved it and did it as often as possible once I figured out how good it felt.

I recall discussing this “discovery” with Jessica and her telling me she wanted to see me cum. I took Jessica to my room, got out my favorite secret Hustler magazine and proceeded to masturbate for Jessica. My little sister watched in awe as I shot a load of cum into the tissue in my hand.

As time went on, the neighborhood “games” occurred less often but I found Jessica and I playing together more and more. She was growing into a beautiful young woman in her pre-teen years. Jessica started to develop breasts at around 12 years old and it seemed like by the following summer, they were as big as their current size; very full, round, voluptuous 38C’s, 38C’s I played with as often as she’d let me.

Jessica and I grew very open with each other sexually. It seemed natural for me to perform cunnilingus on my sister or to have my sister stroke my cock for me. We honestly did not think or feel we were doing anything wrong although on some level, we must have known since we knew enough to keep it a secret.

At some point along the way, Jessica allowed me to take her virginity. The first time was awkward for both of us but we continued having sex when we could. By the time I was 15 or 16, fucking my little sister was incredible. She had developed very dark, thick pubic hair and her pussy began to resemble those in my porn magazines and not that of a young girl. Her body became very curvaceous and she had developed a sense of sensuality about her that was incredibly appealing to me.

Jessica and I were never concerned with protection nor did we fear pregnancy. She allowed me to fuck her without a condom and always insisted I cum inside her. She learned the art of fellatio as a young girl by practicing on her older brother. Having an incredibly sex-starved little sister also provided the perfect opportunity for me to learn the finer art of pleasing my women partners; sensual massages, how to properly finger-fuck, how to eat a pussy, how to slowly train a woman’s ass for anal sex. Jessica was the first girl I ever titty-fucked and she actually seemed to enjoy having me cum on her tits, chest, and neck more than I did. We went through baby oil at an alarming rate and actually prompted our mom to question her once. Jessica played it off perfectly, claiming she used it as body moisturizer to keep her skin soft.

While some may see this as evil, twisted, disgusting, and perverse, it was normal and natural to us. I grew to truly enjoy my erotic encounters with Jessica.

After graduating from high school, I left for college. Jessica was still a junior in high school as I started my undergraduate studies. Jessica ended up getting a scholarship to a college on the east coast and after I earned my degree, I landed a job on the west coast, thousands of miles from my sister.

During those years, both of us had many other healthy intimate relationships. In all aspects, we were normal members of society who happened to share a wonderful, secret past.

Jessica and I remained close through the years. We both ended up marrying, her to a very nice gentleman she met at work and I to a girl I met in college. We’d see each other every other year or so as we traveled to our parents house for Thanksgiving or Christmas holiday reunions. We’d exchange family pictures via mail and later via e-mail and talked on the phone about once a month. Jessica and I did our best to bridge the 3,000 mile gap.

As adults, we never talked about our sexual relationship as teenagers. I often wondered if she now, as an adult, felt angry or betrayed, or considered herself a victim of molestation. I recall a thousand times wanting to discuss it with her but never found the courage to do so.

I also know there have been many times as an adult I have closed my eyes when I was alone, fantasized about my incredibly beautiful sister and stroked myself to orgasm. I often wondered if she ever did the same thing when she was alone. I found the answer to my questions last weekend.

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Two weeks ago, Jessica called and told me she would be passing through my town on a west coast business trip.