Sister gives me a talk – by PenPower12

Virginity story: Sister gives me a talk. Author: PenPower12. More to come if you all enjoy. Leave your honest comments, I can take criticism. The story is including of Fiction, First Time, Girls domination, Incest, Masturbation, Virginity theme.

Virginity story: Sister gives me a talk – Chap 1

Author: PenPower12

I suppose my story had begun when I was in high school. My home wasn’t exactly the most… open. My sister and I had been sheltered for all of our lives by our parents. Or, more closely, I had. I later came to find out that my sister hadn’t.

Like all happy stories, mine began on a bright and sunny day- a Thursday. It was winter, a cold Wisconsin morning, but there was no snow like you would think. It was actually really warm for us. It was that day that my parents decided to give me ‘the talk’. How much I really had missed out on in life was actually quite amazing, I have to admit, but nonetheless, I had learned about sex.

And then mom and dad went out the next day, and my sister and I had the house to ourselves, which is where the story gets a lot juicier. After Melissa and I had watched our folks drive away, we were happy to say that we could be alone.

Melissa and I had been pretty close. She and I were like best friends because our school was so empty, we had virtually no friends. I mean, I had my buddies, and she had her girlfriends, but when it came down to it, I could talk to her when I needed and she could talk to me. We were happy to be alone this weekend. Talking would probably be all, too, because mom and dad had a blocker on the TV

“So, little brother,” she said, looking at me. The light of the world outside our front door’s window illuminated her face. She was always quite a catch to a lot of the boys, but our parents had never let her date. She was a little shorter than I at 5’5, with auburn hair and a round face. I was a lanky kid. I had black hair that was, simply put, a controlled chaos. My face was hard but weak, so to say; I was like a bean pole.

“I heard you got the talk?” she asked me. I nodded slowly. “Well, I’m sure mom and dad left out some details, so let’s talk. Come into the living room.”

She took off from the door, and I followed. We were still in our pajamas, knowing we had nowhere to go this weekend. The living room was as well lit as the foyer of our house. It was neatly decorated. Mom had always been a clean freak. I took a seat across from my sister on the couch, and she smiled.

“I don’t know what mom and dad said about sex, but they lied.” she said.

“What, so I’m supposed to listen to my sixteen year old sister over my middle-aged parents about sex?” I asked. She nodded.

“I wasn’t as sheltered as you are,” she said slyly. “The first thing I want to say is that sex is not just for married people.”

I nodded.

“Masturbation is perfectly healthy,” she said. “It’s not a sin to watch porn, and while you should save yourself for somebody you care about, meaningless sex is not a bad thing either, like with a hooker.”

I nodded. “I guess I understand all of that.”

“Cool,” she assured, grinning. “Good talk. Let’s watch TV.” Reaching over, I grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV.

“Damn, blocked,” I said, seeing how they had disabled all TV privileges.

“I know the code,” my sister claimed.

“Why is that?” I asked. She blushed.

“Sometimes I come down here late at night…” she began. I had no idea where she was going, but I acted like I did.

“Just tell me the code so I can put it in,” I demanded.

“Let me do it!” she joked, reaching for the remote. I leaned back, keeping it out of her reach. She climbed further onto me. This was the part where everything began to get weird.

As her mountain climbing skills were put to the test, I felt her knee brush up against my crotch, and my cock started to harden. I quickly shoved her off of me, and she fell on to the floor.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” she yelled. My face reddened a bit, and I hunched over to hide my erection. “Oh,” she said in understanding.

“I’m sorry, it just happens-”

“No, it’s quite alright,” she assured. Her face changed, and it looked like she had an idea. “No, why should you hide this from your sister? It’s totally cool.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s… kinda weird, right?”

“No, it isn’t,” she said. “In fact, why don’t I take this time to continue our little discussion about sex.”

“A… alright.” I began, still covering up my member.

“So, why don’t I talk about what makes girls and boys different. But to do that, I need to show you about your penis.”

“Uh…” I began.

“Yeah, so, take off your pants…” she said. This was getting a little awkward for me, and I think she had a hint of hesitation too. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, lifting up a bit and pulling my pajama pants and underwear down to my ankles. My cock stuck straight up, and Melissa and I both looked.

“So, I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve had an erection before,” she began, starting to build up at least a hint of confidence. I shook my head. “Excellent.” My dick was throbbing, and I knew there was some kind of attention it needed so I would feel better.

“So, an erection means that your horny, like when you see a pretty girl,” she said. Then she stopped. “Guys your age will also get them quite randomly, as I’m sure you know.”

I chuckled a little bit. I knew all to well.

“Lots of guys are afraid that they don’t measure up to other guys, too, but I can say that your dick should not break up relationships ever. Any questions?”

I silently sat there, looking at my sister. She was sitting cross-legged next to me. I quickly glanced down at her crotch, and she took notice.

“…are you curious about what I have down there?” she asked.

“Well, I’d say it’s only fair. You got to see mine.” I replied. She smiled at me.

“Are we going to do the whole ‘I’ll show you mine’ game?” she laughed, hooking her thumbs around her pajama pants like I did. She slid them down, along with her panties. Then she returned to her spot across from me on the couch, except she spread her legs wide, giving me full view of her pussy. I guessed she hadn’t shaven in a while, because there was a small brown patch of hair above her cunt.

“Sorry, I haven’t shaven in a while,” she blushed. Neither had I though. I didn’t mind. Melissa proceeded to show me everything about her vagina. She showed me her clit, her labia, all those terms no guy would ever remember. The more I watched the ‘grand tour’, so to speak, the more my dick throbbed. It wasn’t even the first time I had seen her pussy, but something about this whole situation just ground my gears.

Suddenly, I stopped her. “This is killing me!” I complained.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Is there any way I can get rid of this erection?” I asked, looking at her pleadingly. My cock was twitching, and it felt like it was going to explode. I saw a small sliver of precum slide down the shaft.

Melissa glared at me, amazed. “You mean you don’t know?”

“Know what?” I asked. I really had no idea what she was talking about.

“Well, you can masturbate, of course,” she said.

“I… I’ve never done that. I’ve only heard about it at school and stuff…” I said, noticing her surprise. I felt somewhat ashamed, but Melissa got another idea. She had the same sly grin as before, and I couldn’t exactly figure out what it meant.

“Well, big brother, let’s talk about what masturbation means, and then, I think I’ll have to show you how to do it. That sound fair?” I nodded. Anything to tame my erection.

“Well, masturbation is basically having sex with yourself. It’s not nearly as good as sex, or so I hear, but it’s a good alternative for some quick release. Guys, from what I’ve heard, do it quite a lot, and I’m amazed you’ve never tried it before.”

I nodded again.

“So, for guys, you usually wanna just grip it and stroke it, slowly,” she said.

“Okay…” I said nervously, reaching down and gripping my penis. I started to move my hand, trying to find something that felt right. I kind of acted like my dick was a joystick and twirled it around, until Melissa stopped me.

“No, no, no, big brother, you’re doing it all wrong,” she chastised. Moving in closer, she took my hand away from my cock and gripped it, slowly jerking me off.

And God damn. Did it feel good. I had no idea what we were doing was wrong, or maybe I did but I ignored it. As she pumped my cock, I looked down at her chest, imagining her tits under her tshirt.

Melissa again saw my stares and giggled. She let go of my dick (much to my disapproval) and removed her shirt. She had no bra on, so her nice c cups sprang into view. I loved them. Reaching back over to me, Melissa continued her work on my cock, and I grasped one of her tits, feeling them. In no time at all, it seemed, I was feeling something in the head of my cock, like I was going to piss all over her.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I moaned. Melissa took the hint, stroking me faster and faster. I was going over the edge so soon, I could feel it. Just as the pressure reached its maximum, I leaned into my sister’s face and kissed her. A rope of cum came shooting out and it landed on her tits. Another came and shot her face, and it kept coming. Rope after rope shot out everywhere, all the while I held the kiss with my sister, moaning into her mouth. I broke, falling back on to the couch.

She smiled at me again. “Have fun?” she asked sarcastically. I smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, but…” I asked. “What about the mess?”

“Don’t worry,” she said, releasing my cock finally. “Now we have to worry about this.” Melissa spread her legs, revealing a wet spot on the couch below her. I didn’t know what to expect next.

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