She Helped Me Write Dirty Stories

Fbailey story number 698


She Helped Me Write Dirty Stories


My sister Amanda was standing right behind me and she scared the shit out of me when she asked, “What are you doing?”

I jumped and I tried to change screens on my computer when Amanda said, “You can’t write for shit.”

I turned around and said, “Get to hell out of my bedroom and don’t come back.”

Amanda said, “I’ve read better stuff than that on the wall of the girl’s bathroom.”

I said, “Get out.” Then I pointed at my door but she didn’t leave. Instead she said, “Look…I mean…you write well…you just don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I scowled at her.

She said, “Look, what I read didn’t make my panties wet…did it make you hard?”

I shook my head, no.

Amanda said, “Look, we’re both virgins but I think I can help you write your dirty stories.”

All I said was, “How?”

She smiled, sat on the edge of my bed, and said, “For starters stop using the words penis and vagina. Cock and cunt are much better but most girls like to say pussy.”

I asked, “Is that all?”

Amanda said, “I haven’t even started. If you are going to write about a naked girl then you really need to study one. If you expect to write about tits, ass, and pussy then big brother you need to know about them up close and personal.”

I asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Amanda smiled at me and started to remove her clothes. She stopped, locked the door, and then she said, “You should be doing this.”

I was scared to even try.

Amanda said, “Look brother, you really need to do this. Use you five senses, look, feel, smell, taste, and listen.”

I asked, “What is there to listen too?”

Amanda said, “Well, you can press your ear against my tit and listen to my heart beat. You can press your ear to my pussy and listen to my stomach growl. Or I can just burp and fart to amuse you.”

I said, “Funny.”

Then Amanda said, “After you undress me and play doctor with me you are going to have to fuck me.” My eyes got large. She added, “How else are you going to be able to write about it?”

I knew that it was Saturday morning and that our parents had gone to visit a friend. It was the very first time that they had left us alone. They were going to be away for the night and come home late on Sunday. We would have almost two full days to fool around.

I asked, “Are you sure about this?”

Amanda replied, “Sure I’m sure.”

I said, “But you are only thirteen.”

She said, “Yes, and I’m one of only three virgins left in my class.”

I knew what she was saying because at fifteen I was probably the only virgin left in my class. Of course I figured that most of the boys were lying about it.

So I asked, “Can I really make love to you?”

Amanda laughed and said, “Listen big brother, you can have sex with me and you can try to fuck my brains out but we are not going to make love. This is sex, pure and simple. I want it in me and I want it in me often. I’ve been waiting a long time to get you alone like this. Now start undressing me.”

I reached out and grabbed a hold of the bottom of her T-shirt and started to pull it up over her head. I watched Hello Kitty disappear and her white bra come into view. It was brand new, she outgrew her other one, and now wore a 32-B. I looked at her blue jean skirt but didn’t find anything special about it so I just pushed it down her hips to the floor. It must have had an elastic waistband. That revealed her pink Disney Princess panties. At heart she was still a little girl trying to grow up too fast. She turned around so that I could see the two hooks on the back of her bra. She giggled as I fumbled around with it.

She said, “You are going to need a lot more practice. Older bras are even harder to get unhooked.”

When Amanda turned around to face me she slipped her arms out of the straps. I had the bra in my hands but I was looking at her firm tits. They were round and about the size of a big orange cut in half.