Where it happened: parent's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Little Sister
I was about 14, and I was in my room masturbating. At 14, I was doing this pretty regularly. At this point, I’d never even kissed a girl, and I wondered what it would be like to have real sex. And I really wondered what it would be like for a girl to have sex. What would it be like to see? I had read about orgasm, so I knew that she 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.
Being around the house a lot, I often played games with my younger sisters, one was about twelve and the other was about eleven. The eleven year old’s favorite game was wrestling. I had noticed that when I wrestled with her she would often give up and intentionally lose after just a few minutes of struggle. It usually went the same way – we would wrestle for a few minutes while I tried to pin her down, then she would seem to give up and hug me tightly, with her legs wrapped tightly around my thigh. Often, I would tell her that she was supposed to be trying to get away. But each time, she would just wrap herself around me and keep grabbing me more tightly as she jerked her body against me before stopping.
Now, as I thought about it, I realized that I’d sometimes noticed a faraway look in her eyes, and at just about the moment when she was hugging me most tightly. Occasionally, this look was even accompanied by some audible gasps. And it was always at this moment that her legs and arms were squeezing me most tightly while she rocked. Usually, I’d stopped wrestling by that time, since it was clear that she had given up. But she always rocked against me for those last few moments – occasionally even looking directly into my eyes. I finally understood why she always wanted to wrestle.
So I stopped what I was doing, got dressed, and went downstairs to find my sister. When I found her, I asked her if she wanted to wrestle. She quickly said yes. So we both kneeled down on the floor and started wrestling. Before long, I easily got her on her back – easily because it was apparent that she was actually trying to get on her back as fast as possible. She wasn’t really trying to stop me from pinning her. Then she pretended to push me away for a while, but not for very long. As she let me win she maneuvered her legs around my thigh. This was how we often ended up. One of my legs was between her legs and her pelvis was pushing against my upper thigh.
This time though, since I knew what she was really doing, I got my leg out of her grip and strategically positioned my body there instead. While I was hesitant to be so brazen, I used my hand to make sure that her dress was flipped up as I slid down, trying to get my penis aligned with her pelvic bone over her cotton panties. My movement was a bit awkward, but my sister helped by aligning herself with my hard-on and eagerly wrapping her legs around me as she immediately began to rock against me.
She still pretended to be trying to work her hands free as I held her wrists pinned over her head. But this time I knew what she was doing (and, apparently, so did she!) As she moved her pelvis back and forth against me she definitely wasn’t trying to get away. Now that I knew what she was doing, I helped by moving my body into hers in tempo. As her pace began to quicken she closed her eyes, with only her body and pelvis moving back and forth into mine. As she rubbing against my penis, I could feel the good sensations growing. She seemed to forget that we were pretending to be wrestling. I would normally accuse her of giving up at this point, but not this time. I knew from my own growing lust that she, too, was rapidly losing control and trying to come. And I wanted to watch her as she came.
Now it was my turn to take action, so I released my grip on her hands (they were pinned over her head) and just stroked my penis against her very wet panties in time with her motion. I wanted to watch her at the crucial moment, so I used one hand on her cheek to turn her head facing mine. She looked into my eyes, and I could see her growing desperation. Her body was now arching into my penis with an almost wild tempo, and she was breathing hard as she looked into my eyes. I pushed my penis against her pelvis with more force, hoping that she would feel it on her clitoris. She involuntarily gasped with my stroke. Then she put her arms around me and held me tightly – her eyes betraying the intense joy she was feeling. She kept hugging me as I looked into her eyes while she looked back into mine, obviously enjoying a long climax. As I watched her orgasm slowly fade, I wasn’t ready to stop, so I increased my tempo, stroking perhaps two more times before my own orgasm took over. Now she watched me just as intently as I came against her for the first time.
We probably wrestled two or three times a week for years, never really talking about what we were really doing. But our actual “wrestling” time almost disappeared and was replaced by her rush to position herself under me, wrap her legs around me, and make herself come.
Looking back, I can still remember many times when we had finished “wrestling” and she lay there on the floor with her hands above her head, with a very contented look on her face. I would get up off her, looking down at her spread legs, with her skirt flipped up, and her white panties drenched with wetness, the air smelling of sex. That was our routine.
PS: This is all true. She had probably orgasmed 50 times with me before I figured out what was really going on. Guess I wasn’t the brightest kid.
Now, in hindsight, I probably could have undressed her any time and done much more. She was very much out of control. But least we both had a good time.
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