Masturbating a sister

I was a naive, quiet kid. I was in my room masturbating, and I wondered what it would be like to have real sex. I knew that a girl would probably close her eyes, breath heavily, maybe even gasp, and then arch her back as she came. At that moment, I realized that I'd seen that exact thing before - when playing with my sisters! Growing up, I often played games with my sisters Vickie and Terri. Vickie's favorite game was "bucking horse". She would balance on my knee as I tried to bounce her off. Lately, I had noticed that she would bounce up and down for a while before "cheating" by locking her legs tightly around my leg. And sometimes when I had stopped playing, she would continue bouncing on my leg. She would always end up leaning into my shoulder, hugging and squeezing me tightly, with her face turned away - sometimes gasping as she squeezed me most tightly.

I had occasionally noticed a faraway look in her eyes just before she placed her head on my shoulder. But I just couldn't understand why she was bucking and squeezing me so incredibly tightly - as though her life depended on it. But now I understood - I hadn't realized that I'd been unintentionally masturbating my sister. I never thought that my own sister would orgasm with me. At her age, she was still sweet and innocent. Our mother often told her to be "proper" and "modest". But, even so, she seemed to want me to know the effect I was having on her. I was her brother, and she couldn't just ask me to feel-her-up. But ... she seemed to be doing all she could to let me know that she wanted me to keep masturbating her - and maybe more. My sister had probably orgasmed 20 times with me before I realized this.

I guess I wasn't the brightest kid, since she apparently wanted me to notice. What a fool I was. So I immediately got dressed and went downstairs to find my sister. I wanted to watch her orgasm. We hadn't played that game lately. My sister had stopped asking me to play, probably because I wasn't responding to her sexually. She must have realized how dim-witted I was. When I went downstairs to find my sister I was hoping that I wouldn't have to beg her to play. Luckily, my sisters were home, and I asked Vickie if she wanted to play "bucking horse". Without an instant of hesitation, she agreed. I sat down on the sofa and Vickie, wearing a skirt, got on my leg - she couldn't have weighed more than 65 pounds as she sat on my thigh. Unlike our previous encounters, my pants were tented with an obvious erection from knowing what I was about to do to my sister. Vickie saw it, and my erect penis was like a flag to Vickie - signaling that I wanted her in a special brotherly way. Then I started trying to buck her off. She played briefly, but grew more and more distracted. Seeing the growing flush on her face, and her more intense effort to angle her body so that the front of her warm, panty-covered crotch was in contact with my leg, I suspected that she was aroused. I felt he growing wetness on my leg. So to test my theory, to see if my sister was really sexually aroused, I stopped bucking my leg.

Without losing her rhythm, she continued to move on my leg by herself - forcefully wrapping her slim legs tightly around my thigh - clearly not planning to stop. She had briefly glanced at me with a questioning look - an "aren't you noticing what we're doing?" look - before her rhythmic rubbing again fully distracted her. I had discovered just how aroused she was. She was clearly too excited to stop. Too Turned-on To Stop But that was fine with me. I liked knowing that my sister wanted to have an orgasm with me. Now that I recognized her lewd desire to be masturbated - I wanted to help. So with her small crotch now sliding on my thigh, I carefully returned each small thrust - her rubbing increasing until she was breathing hard. I felt her crotch pressing harder into my leg with my upward thrusts. Seeing her loss of control, I put one hand in the small of her back, sliding her small body forward into me with her thrust. The friction combined with my overt help brought her to the verge of orgasm. She head fell forward - her hair falling over her face. But this was my first chance to see my sister as I masturbated her to an orgasm, and I wanted to watch - so I took hold of her cheek and I turned her head to face me. I thought my brazen desire to have her face me as she orgasmed might get a negative reaction - would she protest or even be angry?

But the ... reaction I got was enthusiasm - my sister eagerly looked into my eyes as she rocked her crotch into me - now making a soft, involuntary "uhh" with her gasps. If anything, she was more aroused knowing that I wanted to watch her orgasm. The face of my young, innocent sister having an orgasm as I masturbated her is something that I will never forget. Vickie continued to slide against me, putting her arms around me and holding me close, and then squeezed me more and more tightly - breathing hard as she grew more and more flushed. I heard the soft, barely audible sounds of my sister's growing desire. I loved watching her as her orgasm took control. She angled her hips and pushed harder against me - it had her gasping for air, her mouth hanging open. Orgasming, she arched her body against mine, pushing her small crotch against me with surprising force. She was small enough to be able to thrust her entire body forward against me - her legs rubbing against my erection. I watched her face as her eyes revealed the intense joy I was giving her - her eyes slowly closing as her orgasm peaked. As her orgasm gradually subsided, a contented glow slowly took over her very flushed face. She seemed to slowly return from somewhere distant. Still trying to catch her breath, she clung tightly to me. As she slowly opened her eyes she looked into mine - trying to gauge my response to her intense orgasm. Seeing my obvious approval, she seemed reluctant to let me go - preferring to cuddle in the .. afterglow, her arms stayed wrapped tightly around me - resting contentedly in my arms. During all this, Terri had been watching the entire time, transfixed. Terri, too, had watched Vickie's growing passion and ecstasy. Terry had seen me take Vickie's chin and turn her face toward me. And she saw how I had intentionally helped Vickie have a massive orgasm.

And now I recognized a burning lust in Terri's eyes, a lust that must have been amplified by knowing that her own brother would help her orgasm, just as I had helped Vickie orgasm. I would soon be doing something similar with Terri. We Would Do It Again...and Again I had just watched my sister Vickie orgasm for the first time. She had made a big wet spot along my thigh, and the whole room smelled of sex. It was her first sexual experience with a partner, and she had obviously loved it. And she'd seen that I'd very willingly masturbated her. I didn't know it yet, but in the future, she would always grip me with all her strength as she orgasmed, facing me, gazing into my eyes as her lust, desire, and desperation gradually became contentment - her eyes would usually look into mine through her orgasm - even when she half-closed them as the intensity of her orgasm overcame her. Perhaps, as their brother, I should have been embarrassed. Letting my sisters see my desire for them.

Masturbating my own sister to an orgasm as her other sister watched. Helping Vickie rub herself against me - and enjoying too much the resulting soft sounds of my sister's pleasure. But, instead of being embarrassed, I liked knowing that both sisters were wet and ready, and that they both wanted me in ways that no sister should want a brother. We kept Playing This more mature version of our game became a ritual for over a year. We probably played a couple of times a week, or whenever we had the opportunity, never really talking about what we were really doing. And when we first started, I don't think either of us really knew what we were doing. But as we continued to play Vickie seemed to desire sex more and more. Sometimes Vickie had multiple orgasms - surprising me by coming two or more times as she clung tightly to me. If it had been a while since we last played she seemed to orgasm more times - I remember a few times when she just kept orgasming - five and six times or more. She would just keep coming as she held me tightly and looked into my eyes. With her head on my shoulder, I would brush back her hair from her face as she orgasmed, my face less than an inch from hers, so close that I could feel her breath with her orgasmic gasps. I'd noticed that Vickie preferred to masturbate in just her panties, and she would try to wear dresses on the weekends when we might play. This even went so far that Vickie would avoid changing out of her white Sunday church dress after we got home from church - even though our mother scolded her for staying in her white dress. Our mother would have been even more upset to know that Vickie ... kept the Church dress on for a different type of ritual with her brother - a ritual that involved spreading her legs to experience a special sacrament with her brother.

On weekends I was often wearing tennis shorts, and my sister seemed to especially want to orgasm when I was wearing my tennis shorts. Seeing me in tennis shorts seemed to make my little sister horny. When Vickie prepared to ride my bare leg she would sometimes adjust herself on my leg before we started playing - she would be pushing down hard with her crotch and sliding it against my leg. Sometimes when she pushed down it would hit the spot that would soon be making her orgasm - I could see it in her eyes and her expression - and her first feelings of pleasure gave her a desperate "I want to feel you pushing against me now" look. Then we would start playing. I'd noticed that Vickie could lose control. There were times when she spread her legs in the air and rocked her body against my erection as she orgasmed. Aroused, she would let me hold her tiny body any way that I wanted - not caring if my hands were outside or under her dress. I remember the feel of my hands on her soft cotton panties - feeling the growing warmth and moisture under her dress as she gradually - and sometimes not so gradually - rocked herself to an orgasm. She seemed to want my hands under her dress - I could see the gratitude in her eyes as I guided her hips with my hands. Sometimes I accidentally hooked my hand on the elastic of her ... panties - and she looked at me, pleading with her eyes that I pull down her panties so she could feel me inside her. Vickie had become someone who wanted my hands on her, anywhere.

But I was young and naive, and actually fucking my sister was something I couldn't do. And I loved seeing my sister as her innocence became sexual lust on my lap. And sometimes, if she wasn't orgasming easily, my little sister would wildly reach out and put her small hand on my penis, squeezing it in time to her own rocking until she gasped and moaned - her small body pushing forward so her legs could try to feel my penis with the arrival of her orgasm. Vickie usually felt my penis though the outside of my pants, orgasming quickly once she felt the rock-hard erection she had given me. A few times, though, she desperately unzipped my pants - and orgasmed as she squeezed my penis through my underwear. I remember one lust-driven frenzy when Vickie was using both hands to try to get access to my penis as her climax approached, getting one hand inside my underwear just long enough to grasp the head of my naked penis - then her orgasm had her gasping and leaning against me - her small breasts heaving as she squeezed the head of my penis in time with her orgasm, my erection leaking copious pre-come on her small hand as her body shuddered. Afterward, she closely inspected her hand, intrigued by my semen. At that moment, my sister wasn't so innocent - not with her brother's semen on her hand - from trying to ... jerk him off while she orgasmed.

So even though my sister was still technically a child, her desire to spread her legs and get fucked by her brother seemed to be stronger than any desire to stay a virgin. The Last Time We Played As time went by, I got busy with other activities, more interested in girls other than my sister, and we played less and less. I think the last time we played was when I was 16 or 17. We were both maturing fast in those years. But one day I was thinking about sex and I remembered that it wasn't so long ago that my sisters would masturbate with me. Vickie was older, she'd stopped playing with dolls, and now experimented with make-up and different skirt lengths as the boys vied for her attention. I'd recently seen my sister wearing a skimpy pink bikini to show off her tanned, taut body, prominent new breasts, and long slender legs - she had somehow developed the body of a goddess. Thinking that I might be able to feel that body as she shuddered to an orgasm was more than enough motivation to ask her to play again. But how would she react if I made the outlandish suggestion that we play our old, childish, masturbation game - did she still remember what we did? But I figured that this would be my last chance to find out her reaction. So I found my sisters and asked them if they wanted to play. Thinking Vickie would say no, and thinking that we might both be embarrassed by my suggestion. I was surprised when, after just a bit of thought, she very calmly ... - and very, very slowly - said "yeeees". She had never had to stop and think about it before, so she obviously understood the potential significance of my suggestion. She had reached an age where she knew what she might be agreeing to - we were agreeing to have an intimate sexual experience with each other. One Last Game With Vickie Vickie was older now, and seemed keenly interested in orgasming with me again. After a first "wrestling" game with Terri, where Vickie watched as I masturbated Terri to a mutual orgasm, it was Vickie's turn. She obviously knew exactly what we were doing - and what would soon be happening on my lap. Maybe Vickie had thought that with her new maturity she would be able to hide her orgasm as she spread her legs and rocked against my erection? I was about to find out. But it was clear that watching me and Terri orgasm had filled Vickie with lust - even if she was still trying to hide just how wet she had gotten her panties. As Vickie stood in front of me I noticed that Vickie now had real breasts and well defined hips, and we both noticed that Vickie had gotten much too tall to sit on my leg and be bounced off. Almost as tall as me, I had no ability to bounce her on my leg. In spite of all that, she didn't suggest that we not play.

Instead, feigning indifference about being too big to bounce, she immodestly lifted her skirt high, giving me a long look at the huge wet spot on her white panties as she adjusted herself on my thigh. She then made a long ... show of daintily tucking down her skirt around my leg where her moist, warm crotch now rested. I hadn't moved, since she was now much taller than me when she sat on my thigh. Too big to bounce, I said that I didn't know how we could play. In response, she gamely put her small hands on top of my shoulders. Then she started to "bounce" her body up and down on my leg so I could try to "bounce" her off. Being close to 5 feet tall, and perhaps 95 pounds, her body was unstable on my leg. But now she had real, feminine, hips - so I placed my hands on her hips to help her stay balanced as she bounced. I didn't know if she could tell, but I was just as eager as she was. I wanted to feel this young girl orgasm. We started, but before long, her bouncing slowed to a regular pace. When my leg moved, she would try to hold it with her legs - trying to control the pace and pressure. Her eyes held mine, and I could sense my sister's questions to me - "Can you tell what I'm trying to do with the pace? Can you tell what you can make happen?" Her eyes were still fixed on mine. But as my sister bounced on my leg what I especially liked was that she was letting me watch her as I masturbated her. She gradually became more and more flushed and aroused with her rhythmic, well-timed bounces - each bounce now ending in a distinct rub against my thigh. Her bouncing had become sliding - as she opened her legs a little wider so that her tiny, wet crotch could slide back and forth against my thigh. As she ... continued to ride on my thigh she grew more and more distracted and distant - I could see the lust pulling her in.

And I liked that I had my hands guiding her real, feminine hips - I could inhale her scent and watch her breasts bouncing just inches from me. And she was old enough to understand the concept of incestuous sex her brother - and she was choosing to masturbate with me. I think our family resemblance, and me being her brother, made her want me more. Her pace increased - and I noticed her spreading her legs much wider. I used my hands on her hips to keep her balanced as her legs opened wide in the air while she rode me. She'd never done that - this wasn't a little-girl's arousal. And she wasn't just a little aroused - her orgasm was quickly approaching - and I could feel her wetness soaking my pants where her vagina was riding me. No pretense of self-control, her cheeks flushed, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, and breathed through her open mouth as the flush in her face became a very bright red - sensually contrasting with her light freckles. Her pace quickened more - going too fast to keep a rhythm. Openly desperate to orgasm - it was an almost shocking lewdness in my little sister. Her widely spread legs revealed her wanton desire to be fucked - and not just fucked by anyone - but fucked by me. But now in another change of our old ritual she put her feet on the floor, being tall enough to use her own legs to move her body back and forth on my ... thigh.

She rode me while her small fingers squeezed my shoulders in time with her ride to her approaching orgasm. The wet spot was huge under her - dripping down the sides of my thigh as her body instinctively lubricated for sexual intercourse. That was another difference from earlier times. She was older, and choosing to debase herself with her brother, and adult enough to gush between her legs with a teenager?s desire for my sixteen year-old cock. Both of us older, it was different but still familiar. I could tell when the first wave of her orgasm was about to arrive when she leaned her lower body forward, getting friction to the right spot between her legs. Familiar too was her involuntary gasping, as she opened her eyes to look into mine as her orgasm arrived. She leaned forward to hug me tightly with the first wave, placing her head on my shoulder and looking into my eyes. Then, taken completely by her orgasm, she was gasping, shuddering, and squeezing me tightly with all her strength - and making small sounds of pleasure as it arrived. I held my hands lightly on her thrusting hips, and with each wave of her orgasm Vickie arched her body against mine - making an effort to feel the erection in my pants. I could see the familiar euphoria in her brown eyes - holding my gaze even as her eyes half-closed as her orgasm took her. I'd never enjoyed seeing someone orgasm more. I think I enjoyed this experience with her more than any other. It was wonderful to have Vickie - not ... such a little girl anymore - so willing to orgasm again in my arms. And now the entire leg of my pants was soaked, and she continued to cling tightly to me. She was still breathing hard, and I could feel her breasts against my chest. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with the understanding that we had just shared something wonderful. And I could see that she was very pleased with our sexual intimacy, and eager for more.

I think our ages had increased her lust twenty-fold. I was sixteen, and we both knew there was the real possibility of doing more than masturbation. She seemed to want to try fucking - she wanted to spread her legs and feel my penis inside her - to lose her virginity to me. And she didn't care if I was her brother. But We Never Did More I'm sure that with just the slightest bit of planning I could have gotten my sister naked and fucked her. Considering how much she was already letting me do - and the undeniable intimacy of bringing her to orgasm all those dozens of times - I could see the constant longing in her eyes to get naked and be fucked by me. When she lost control I could have lowered my leg and said "These panties are in my way, lift your leg." Then, as the right moment arrived I would put my hand on her naked mound as she orgasmed - perhaps sliding the tip of my finger into her. It was what she was waiting for and hoping for. After that, she would know to take her panties off before we played "bucking horse". And since I often adjusted her on ... my knee before we played, now that she was naked I could check between her legs for good contact. It probably would have been no more than one day before I was giving her orgasms with my hand - fucking her with my finger until she came. If asked her to play in my robe I would already be naked. Now when her body slid up my leg it would be her naked vagina and my naked penis making contact. At that point I would have completely compromised my little sister ? I would have gotten my barely teenage sister naked, aroused, dripping, and ready for penetration. It would just be a matter of lifting her to mount my penis - the first real penis inside my little sister. Knowing her desire for exactly that, I'm sure she would be trying to get penetrated as fast as possible and we would be fucking. I would have loved to watch her expression when the head of my penis first entered her. And I would have loved watching her orgasming in response to my semen squirting inside her. I'm sure she would have wanted to get fucked several times a day - no more masturbation. I would have liked stroking my sister to an orgasm.