DISCLAIMER:
All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
How do you decide when something starts? I mean, the end is rather obvious, but what makes the beginning so special? When exactly does one fall in love with somebody else? How do you define that as the beginning of something good or bad?
My sister and I have always had a love/hate relationship ever since we began interacting with each other, but mostly that was because of sibling rivalry. As we grew older, we had fewer interactions and a lot less friction between us. Gidget is two years older than I am and never lets me forget that I was the second born instead of the first--and first has it privileges.
My name is, of all things, Ronald MacDonald. That's right, just like the clown image from the restaurant. Seems my parents were fast-food connoisseurs about the time they had me. Gidget managed to escape the name just because she was a she.
Now a little about my family. My mother's name is Rachel and my father goes by the name Jeremy (or Jerry to his friends and family). Mom is about five foot eight with a good D-cup size set of breasts, brownish hair, hazel eyes and weighs in at about one hundred fifty pounds.
Dad is about the same height as mom but weighs about two hundred pounds, has blue eyes, blonde hair, and muscles that make women want to swoon over him. He is a senior vice-president of something at some manufacturing company out of Boston, and works half his time at home and the other half on the road, sometimes for weeks at a time. I never did understand exactly what he does, but it was important enough to demand a nice six-figure salary and keep us in food and clothes with a roof over our heads.
Gidget is a pixie at five foot three, one hundred ten pounds, reddish hair, and blue eyes. Her tits are an A-cup. Me? I'm five foot five, one hundred sixty pounds, red hair, blue eyes, and I have the muscle tone of a nerd which is basically what I am. At eighteen, I have never been kissed by anybody except my mother. In other words, I am a loser around girls--a fact Gidget never lets me forget since she has boyfriends one after the other. She is a looker, that sister of mine.
We live in the White Mountains of northern New Hampshire in a large three-bedroom, two-bathroom house overlooking a lake and having an impressive view of the surrounding mountains with Franconia Notch not being too far away. The property is on about twenty acres of forest mixed with fields so we have quite a bit of privacy. The winters could be harsh, but the short summer season was to die for.
Enough background.
What is my story and when did it start? I guess it started about a month and a half ago when I turned eighteen. Mom made a big deal of it and threw a family party for my birthday. The presents were really nice and even Gidget gave me one that must have cost her dearly but she worked as a secretary in an important brokerage firm. and made a decent, but not spectacular, salary. That's also the day I guess my story really started. Gidget started being nice to me and it scared me no end over the next couple of weeks.
Gidget and I were sitting alone in the living room one evening while mom was doing the dishes and dad was watching the Red Sox on the television in the den when I just had to ask: "Gidget, why, all of a sudden, are you being nice to me?"
"I guess that its because you're a man now instead of a little pain-in-the-ass jerk."
"What changed?"
"Ron, you changed."
"I did?"
"Yeah, you did. I've been noticing how well you are taking care of yourself and how you are talking now. Do you realize we haven't had a fight for quite a while?"
"Yeah, I have. I just thought you were ignoring me or something."
"Nope. Your behavior has changed and you are a lot more pleasant to be around. That's why I haven't been pestering you like I used to pester you every day. When you graduate from high school next month, it won't be a boy getting his diploma, but a man walking across that stage."
"I've really changed?"
"Yeah, you really have. If you weren't my brother, I'd be all over you."
"Well, that would be a sight to see. I don't even know how to kiss a girl never mind anything else. But, if you weren't my sister, I'd sure like to try."
"If you need practice with kissing, I'd be willing to show you how to kiss a girl."
"As if that would do me any good. None of the girls like me--I'm not a jock. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the straight A+ nerd without a girlfriend."
"Ron, I probably can't help you there. We are, after all, brother and sister. But, I will show you how to kiss and maybe a few other things, too."
"Like what else?"
"Like how to play with a girl's tits and make her feel really good."
"Really, Gidget?"
"I did say 'maybe' so don't get your hopes up too high."
About that time, Mom came in from the kitchen.
"What are you two talking about?"
"Just how nice Ron has been lately."
"Yeah, I noticed you two haven't been going at it like cats and dogs lately. Why's that?"
"Gidget said I was acting nicer lately. I don't think I've changed, but she says I have."
"Well, I'm going into the den and join your father watching the Red Sox. From what I heard in the kitchen, the Sox got a grand slam homerun in the first and are leading the Yankees four to nothing."
"OK, Mom. I don't know about Ron, but I'm getting a bit sleepy and may have an early night."
"Suit yourself. Last one out, turn off the lights."
After Mom left, Gidget moved over and sat next to me on the couch. I looked at her as she turned my face towards hers and gently kissed me on the lips--the first kiss I had ever gotten from my big sister--at least the first kiss I remember getting from my big sister.
"Soften your lips, Ron. You're acting like it's a chore to kiss me. Now, let's try that again."
We kissed.
"Better than last time, but not quite there. Once more, Little Brother."
We kissed and this time I felt Gidget's tongue poke at my lips. I opened them a bit and the tongue poked at my teeth. I opened my mouth just a bit and suddenly Gidget's tongue had invaded my mouth and attacked my tongue. I did what seemed to come naturally and fought back to the point that my tongue entered her mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Gidget pulled away, looked me in the eyes and smiled.
"Now, Little Brother, that is how to kiss a girl."
"Can we do it again?"
"Of course we can."
When my tongue went into Gidget's mouth this time, she lifted my right hand and placed it on her left tit. I found out that she wasn't wearing a bra when my fingers felt a very erect nipple under the blouse. I squeezed gently and caressed the tit and nipple. Gidget broke the kiss but kept my hand on her tit by holding it in place. She was smiling.
"You're not wearing a bra?"
"Not right now. I'm at home and my tits are small enough to not need a bra all the time. You know you can pinch the nipple if you want to. I'm not a China doll that's going to break. Just don't pinch too hard."
"Like this?" I gently took that little nubbin between two fingers and Gidget nodded.
"Just like that, Ron. You're making me feel really good, you know. Do you like my tit, Ron?"
"Oh, hell yes!"
"Then use your other hand on my other tit and do the same thing you're doing now. Now, kiss me like you've got a pair and want to be inside me."
"OK!" And I kissed her like I've never thought was possible while massaging her lovely little tits and getting her nipples harder and harder.
After a couple of minutes, Gidget broke the kiss and removed my hands from her tits.
"That's enough for tonight, Little Brother." Then she reached between my legs and felt my penis. It was the first time anybody had touched me there since I was a baby. "Or, should I say 'Big' Brother? Either way, I'm going to bed. Lessons will resume later."
I watched her as she walked across the living room. Her ass was twitching from side to side and the sight hardened my penis even more.
She turned and smiled as she reached her door. Then she did the unexpected: she flashed me her tits before going into her room and shutting the door. Her tits! My God that was hot!
I got up and ran to my room almost slamming the door shut when I got there. My ramrod hard cock came out of my pants and I jerked on it for all I was worth. No more than twenty strokes and I spurted a gusher of cum onto the floor. I took off my undershirt and wiped the cum from the floor, tossing the shirt in the corner. My brain, which had been in overload mode with Gidget's flashing now began to settle down and get analytical--I told you I was a nerd.
Sleep came hard for me that night. My mind was going over and over the evenings events and I was enthralled with the future possibilities. I knew the basics of sex--I'd had sex education in high school, but hands-on experience had been absent until Gidget started tutoring me on kissing and on massaging tits. I finally fell asleep at about three the next morning.
Gidget and I were home alone when I managed to pull myself out of bed about nine-thirty. I walked into the kitchen to find Gidget wrapped in a robe sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Ron. There's some hash browns and sausage on the stove. If you want some eggs, I'll fix them for you, but you have to get your own toast."
"Good morning. Where are the folks?"
"They left to go shopping at the mall about thirty minutes ago." Gidget fixed my two over-easy eggs at the stove while I put a slice of bread in the toaster.
"Well, knowing Mom they will be back sometime before supper."
"I expect so. So, any plans for today, Ron?"
"It's Saturday and graduation is next week and I don't have anyplace to go or anybody to see. What have you got planned?"
"I thought we might try some more kissing. Practice does make perfect. You were pretty good last night, but you could be better."
