They were the ones who insisted that they needed privacy and banished us down to the finished basement with its old, smelly carpeting and busted up furniture. It was our parents who decided that cable was a huge ripoff and Netflix was a scam, leaving us to explore the depths and dangers of broadcast television. Despite being older than me by a year, my big sister Emily was tiny next to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders.
A perky little nose that turned up just slightly at the end. A wicked, sensuous smile. Emily was telling me about college — she went to state school but Mom and Dad made her live at home.
That whole trust thing again. She talked about classes and friends and, of course, boys. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she said no. My big sister said what? My big sister blushed. It was a nervous laugh. Like edging water from a hose, it came out too loud and strong because of all the pressure building behind it.
She reached over and touched my arm. You have those sexy legs from soccer. You make me laugh all the time. I mean, any girl would be lucky to have you. Your lips are so pink and kissable. The way you always outwork everyone else. Any guy would be lucky to have you.
But if you put your, like, guy goggles on. From what I can see, anyway. Emily smiled at me. I knew that smile. It was the one that said she was about to do something dangerous. My sister had always been a bit of a risk taker. Now my big sister was sitting in front of me in only a thin, white bra.
They were actually pretty big, standing pertly on her chest. It was all those loose clothes she wore — they made her look less endowed than she was. Reflexively, I looked behind me. We were a full flight of stairs under the rest of the house. There was a thick metal fire door at the top that my father insisted had to stay closed at all times when we were downstairs.
The house was old, too, with thick walls and floors that seemed to swallow sound. Sure that the coast was clear, I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side.
But this… Her stomach was washboard flat. Without really thinking about it, I dropped my hands to her sweatpants and pulled those down. She was wearing little purple panties.
I could see bits of her brown pubic hair poking out. She was short, but her legs were lovely, with the shape and tone of a taller woman. Emily looked down as if scandalized, then reached over and ripped down my shorts. She just took it all in one swift pull. My penis popped up, tall and pulsing. Rambling on and on. The couch felt weird and scratchy on my bare bottom.
The TV was showing ads for carpet cleaner. I suppose I should have been uncomfortable or embarrassed. But instead it felt really natural. Just sitting there naked in front of my sister. I guess I thought she should have the same experience.
She lifted her perky butt and let me slide them down to the floor. Her pussy, like the rest of her, was small and well shaped. Cuter and more feminine. I was desperate to touch it, but I made myself stay back. Emily just smiled, then reached behind herself and undid her bra. Her breasts were gorgeous, little pink nipples all crinkled and hard. We were both now completely naked. I felt like I probably looked the same way.
We were siblings, after all. What do you think? Her tongue probing my mouth. Hands drifting over my chest. I leaned back, a little scared. Emily sat back and made a pouty face.
But I mean… I just think we can go too far. We ran our eyes all over each other. Just, you know, together. Emily took my silence to mean I was into it and started working herself with abandon.
We tested the soundproofing of the house that night, let me tell you. Emily screamed like she was getting stabbed when she came. It splashed warm on my stomach. She just laughed and scooped it up. Then she sucked my sperm off her fingers and I swear I almost came all over again. The next time we rubbed together — that same evening, right after dinner, if you can believe it — Emily insisted I cum all over her chest and face.
Next she wanted to be the one to point my penis when it shot. That broke the touching taboo. Soon she was stroking my dick while I worked her pussy. It took a couple of false starts — she gripped too hard, me not hard enough — but eventually we got really good at getting each other off. My big sister had trained me to her touch. After touching came tasting. Emily had sucked my sperm off her fingers and her tits, and her hair so of course I had to experience her own girl goo.
It was kind of sweet and thick and I loved it so much I had to get some from the source. Just lips and tongues and even a bit of teeth. The first time my sister swallowed my load, I could have died right then and there. By that point Emily had figured out the way to get me to do things that I might not otherwise agree to.
I felt the pleasure building and then I heard a pop as she pulled her mouth off my dick. My cock nestled between her legs. The root resting right at her most precious place. I mean, I really did. Like my whole body just stopped responding. Give your big sister what she needs. Even Emily agreed with me on that. Condoms were the only option. My big sister talked about trying a convoluted story about an irregular period, but we both knew such a deception could take months.
Neither of us was going to last that long. If Mom and Dad find out, if anyone did, this would be over in a second. But she stayed sulky. I got, quite possibly, the most mundane, indifferent blowjob a sister ever gave her brother. I did my best to get Emily off, as well, but after a while we just gave up and went to bed.