My Sister's First Orgasm

The summer after my junior year of college, I had come home to work and earn some cash. My sister April and I were sitting around the kitchen table, having breakfast, after Mom and Dad had gone to work.

This was in the era before smartphones and the Internet, so I was reading the sports section of the newspaper, and my sister had some sort of magazine with tips on makeup or catching boys or some other crap.

After I finished the cereal, I put down the paper and was lost in thought, staring into space. April noticed and looked over at me. She rapped on the table to get my attention. "Earth to Matthew," she said. "It's morning. Wakey, wakey."

I came out of my trance. "Sorry," I said. "I was just thinking about last night."

"What about last night. I thought you liked her. Didn't go well?"

"I do like her," I said, "but it was strange."

"Strange how?"

"Well, after the movie we went back to her place so we could fuck..."

April interrupted me. "Geez, Matt, maybe too much information?"

"No, it's important. I want to tell you," I said. I continued, "So, anyway, we started fucking and she was just lying there. I mean, she was horny and she wanted it, but she wasn't getting anything out of it. It was like she had no idea why she was doing it or what it was for."

"Just lying there? Doing what?"

"Doing nothing. It was like fucking a corpse."

"Necrophilia," she said.

"What's that?"

"It means fucking a corpse. It's something some guys do. God knows why," she said. "Maybe it's the best they can get."

"Not only guys," I said.

"A girl can't fuck a corpse," she said. "The physics don't work, do they?"

"Yeh they do," I said. "The World According to Garp. It's a book. A nurse fucks a brain-dead guy because she wants to get pregnant."

"Did it work?"

"Yeh, she got pregnant. That's who Garp is. The baby," I told her.

"You read the strangest things," she said.

"Then there's Corpse Bride," I added. "Remember that animated movie about the guy who marries a corpse? She's just a skeleton. We watched that last year at Halloween."

"I remember. I wondered how they were going to fuck. Where would he put his dick?"

"Well," I said, "she had boobs, if I remember correctly. If she had boobs, she could have had other body parts too."

"Skeletons don't normally have boobs," she said.

That was enough of that subject. We were too deep down that rabbit hole. "I think we're off the subject," I said. "The girl I was telling you about wasn't really a corpse. She was just acting like one."

"So what did you do?" she asked.

"I fucked her for a couple of minutes, but then decided that it wasn't getting anywhere, so I'd try something new."

"A new position?"

"No. I pulled out of her and laid down next to her, and decided I'd try to interest her with some fingering. Her pussy was incredibly wet, so I knew it wasn't a horniness problem," I explained. "But then came the weird part."

April had long ago put down the magazine, and was watching me intently. "What?"

"I asked her to help me out, to show me what felt good and how best to touch her."

"Good plan."

"The weird part is that she had no idea. She wasn't being shy or anything. She just didn't know what to tell me. She had no idea what would feel good."

"Shit. So what did you do?" she asked.

"I just gave up. I got dressed, came home, and jacked off. What else could I do?"

"That was another piece of too much information, but we'll let it pass," April said.

"So this morning, I was thinking. That's what I was thinking about when I was spaced out," I said. I wasn't done yet, so I continued. I looked at April. "You know, I've had sex with fifteen girls..."

April interrupted. "Geez, really? You keep count? That many?"

"Everybody keeps count. It's not really that much when you think about it. It's about three a year. That's not so much. It's not like I'm bouncing from bed to bed or going to orgies or anything. You've had three a year, haven't you?"

She thought about it. "I guess, but it's only been one year. A little longer."

April's sex life wasn't a secret. I knew she'd had three partners. Mom and Dad knew about at least two of them, and were ok with it. Her birth control pill dispenser was sitting on the bathroom counter for everybody to see. No secret.

"So by the time you're my age, you'll have had a dozen," I pointed out.

That caught her by surprise, but then she shrugged. "I guess so. I never thought of it that way. So why are you telling me your box score?"

"I was thinking that, of those fifteen girls, more than half had never had an orgasm. Can you believe it? These girls, they're like, twenty years old and they've never had an orgasm. I don't mean that they've never had an orgasm during sex. I mean they've never had an orgasm at all, even by themselves."

[I should point out that, in the days before the Internet, there was far less porn available. Playboy magazine had pictures of boobs, and Hustler magazine had their trademark "wide open beavers," to provide anatomy lessons and wanking material for boys, but there was much less for girls. There were certainly no easily-available videos of girls playing with themselves and cumming. No educational aids.]

As I spoke about girls who'd never had orgasms, I noticed a change in April's face. She was trying very hard to show no emotion. I had to ask. "You've had orgasms, haven't you?"

She tried to act offended. "Geez, Matt, why don't you ask a really personal question! You don't get to ask me something like that!"

She was avoiding the question, wasn't she?

"Come on, April," I said. "We've told each other personal stuff before. You know all about my jacking. We're friends."

I waited for her to calm a bit, then asked again. "Have you had orgasms? Really, it's ok to tell me."

She hesitated. "I think so," she said quietly. "Probably."

I worked very hard to keep from laughing. How could she not be sure? "April," I said. "There's no more obvious feeling in the world than an orgasm. It's incredibly intense. If you aren't sure, you haven't."

She looked at me, wide-eyed. The wheels were turning in her mind, but she didn't know what to say, so I helped her. "Have you tried?" I asked.

"Tried?"

"You know, played with yourself," I clarified.

She stood up and picked up her cereal bowl. She tried to shut down the conversation. "We can't be talking about shit like this, Matt. Jesus!"

"We talk about me playing with myself. You mock me all the time for jacking off. Why can't we talk about you?"

"I mock you all the time for jacking off because you jack off all the time," she retorted. "This conversation is over."

She walked out of the kitchen, leaving her cereal bowl in the sink.

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That evening, after we both finished our shifts at work, she came to sit next to me on the couch. It was obvious that she wanted to talk, so I put the game controller down and turned off the TV.

She got right to the point. "Yes, I've tried," she announced.

"Tried what?"

"You know, what we talked about."

"An orgasm?"

"Yeh," she admitted.

"By yourself or with a boy?" I asked.

"Both."

"Didn't work?"

She shook her head.

"He didn't know what to do?"

"Of course not," she said. "He could barely figure out where to put his dick, let alone help me with anything."

I nodded sympathetically. I really felt sorry for her. I tried to imagine not being able to have an orgasm. I wouldn't be able to accomplish anything without that relief. How does she make it through the day? How does she fall asleep at night? Girl's brains must be wired so differently than boys.

She had an idea. "Is there like a book or something? To tell me what to do?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Not that I know of." I shook my head. We were both quiet for a minute. Neither of us knew what to say.

"You been trying for a while?" I asked.

"Years," she said.

"Years?" I was incredulous. "You've been trying to masturbate all this time and haven't said anything? You should have told me. I tell you about my jacking. It's not a secret."

"What's the point? What could you do?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I could've helped you," I said.

"Help me how?" she asked. "What can

you

do?"

"I don't know. I've helped other girls." I thought about the girls I've helped have their first orgasms. Four of them. "I'm a boy, you know. A boy can help. I've done it before, for other girls."

"You help them? How? What do you do?"

"I don't know. Touch them, kiss them, talk to them. That kind of stuff. It works."

"You mean you feel them up to get yourself off?" she asked.

"I wouldn't phrase it that way, but there's a lot of that kind of touching. And other things. That's the point of it."

"Well, that wouldn't work for us, though, would it?"

"Why not?" I asked. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it.

She was getting pissed. "Why not?" she asked, standing. "Let me count the ways." She put her hand up and began to count on her fingers.

"Number 1, you're my brother." She moved to the next finger. "Number 2, you're my brother. Number 3, you're my brother. And there's Number 4, I'm your sister. That's a different one."

I interrupted her before she could get to number 5. "Alright, I get the point."

Then she looked at me skeptically. "Is this just some scheme to get in my pants? Are you trying to fuck me? For real?"

That caught me by surprise. "April," I said, "I can honestly say that never, in all the eighteen years I've known you, have I ever thought about fucking you. It never entered my mind. I'm just trying to be helpful. If you don't want the help, it's ok. But it's an offer."

She sat back down. I was telling her the truth and she could tell. We'd been close all these years, talking and telling each other everything. There was no bullshit between us.

She was thinking. Her tone went from challenging to inquiring. She wanted to understand.

"How would it work?" she asked. "Can't you just tell me what to do? You know...explain it?"

"That wouldn't work. It's more hands-on than that."

"So you'd be, like, playing with me? Doing things to me? What would we do?"

"The first thing," I explained, "would be to explore your body, looking for the places that feel good, that turn you on."

"Touching me? In private places?" she asked.

"We'd be touching you everywhere that might make you feel good. Both of us would be touching you. And yes, in private places."

"So you'd be feeling me up?"

"I guess you could call it that. You'd be feeling yourself up too."

She thought about that. "So I'd have to take my clothes off?" she asked.

"Of course."

"All of them?"

"All of them," I confirmed.

"Would you promise not to look?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said. "Looking is essential. It's part of the fun."

"Fun for you or fun for me?" she asked.

"Fun for both of us. Being looked at can be part of the turn-on," I said. "Look, April, I understand why you might not want this. If you aren't comfortable with it, that's fine. I was just trying to help. It's cool. Don't worry about it."

I thought the subject was closed. I reached for the TV remote. But she had more to say.

"Would you take your clothes off too?" she asked.

"It would be better that way, but if you don't want me to, I wouldn't. A dick can be a turn-on. It would probably help you."

"You wouldn't be embarrassed?" she asked.

"Maybe at first, but I'd get used to it. It's not a big deal, being naked," I said.

"We've never seen each other naked," she pointed out. "Not even partially, if you know what I mean."

I nodded. "Yeh. I guess there's a first time for everything. I don't think my dick is much different from other dicks you've played with. It's just a dick."

"Would you get hard?" she asked.

"Probably," I said. "That's not a big deal either. I don't care if you see. We'd get used to it pretty quick."

"You'd be able to give me an orgasm?" she asked. "How long would it take?"

"It doesn't work that way. Nobody can give you an orgasm. It's something

you

do. I could help you figure it out. It's something that takes practice for a girl. It would probably take more than one time together before you'd be relaxed enough to, you know, let go and let it happen. A lot of what makes it work is being relaxed about it. Once you know what to do, it can be pretty easy. Just takes a few minutes once you really know how."

She was quiet again, looking at me, this time for a long minute. "Can I think about it?" she asked.

Then I reached out to her and took her into my arms, and hugged her. "April, think as long as you like. I know it's a big step, doing something like that with me. Take your time."

We hugged, then she broke the hug. "We'd have to make sure Mom and Dad wouldn't find out," she said.

I nodded. "Yeh, we'd do it when they aren't home. Our secret."

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A couple of days went by. We didn't see much of each other because our work schedules don't overlap on the weekend. When we did see each other then, Mom and Dad were around so we really couldn't talk.

Monday morning, I was having breakfast when April came into the room. She put her bagel into the toaster, and when it was ready, sat down next to me. She didn't have a magazine so I put my newspaper down.

"I've been thinking," she said, "about what you're offering."

"You mean helping with an orgasm?"

"Yeah, about that," she said.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

"Can we try it? If I freak out about being naked or you being naked or you touching me or whatever, can we stop?"

"Of course," I said. "No problem."

"I don't have to be at work till noon," she said.

That was a surprise. "You want to do it this morning?" I asked.

"Is it ok? You can finish your breakfast."

Actually, it was a good time for me. I had jacked off before coming to breakfast so I would probably be able to keep my cock under control. I didn't want to be squirting off while we were trying to focus on her.

I was finished eating so I got up from the table. "You eat your bagel. Give me a little time in the bathroom to get cleaned up, and then I'll be ready."

I started to leave the kitchen, but then I forgot something. "Your place or mine?" I asked.

"Your bedroom," she said. "It's too weird having you in my bed."

"Ok," I said. "See you there."

I went to the bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face, and, just to be sure, washed my cock too. Then I went to my bedroom and April was standing there, in her summer pajamas.

"You're tense," I said.

"You think maybe?" she said. "I can't imagine why."

She needed reassurance. I put my arms around her. "Do you love me?" I asked.

"More than anything," she said.

"Do I love you?"

"More than anything," she answered.

"Do you trust me to never ever do anything that hurts you?"

She nodded.

"Then we're good, aren't we?"

She smiled. "Yeh," she said. "We're good." Then she added, "I don't think I can just take my clothes off."

"You don't have to yet. Let's just lie down." I took her hand and took her to the bed. We laid down next to each other, facing each other. I put my hand gently on her cheek.

"So here's what we do," I said. "You're not trying to have an orgasm now. You're not trying to do anything. You're not even thinking. All you have to do is feel all the nice feelings your body gives you. When something feels good, just say 'Good," and remember it. If I'm doing something that is bad, tell me that too. Anything you don't want me to do, just tell me. Can you do that?"

"Yeh," she said. "I'll try."

Then I kissed her on the forehead, like I'd done thousands of times before.

"Good," she said.

I laughed. "See, you're doing it already."

I took my fingers and closed her eyes. She kept them closed. I stroked her cheek, gently and softly.

"Good," she said. "Very good."

I moved my fingers to her ears, and stroked her earlobes. Lots of girls really like that, but it didn't do anything for her, so she was quiet. I moved down to her neck, touching her with all four fingers.

"Nice," she said.

She was speaking more quietly now, and I could tell she was relaxing, so I stayed there a bit, touching her neck. I put my fingers a bit inside the neckline of her pajamas and touched the top of her shoulder.

"Lie on your back," I whispered.

She rolled over. Her eyes were open now, so, once again, I closed them with my fingers.

I ran my fingers down her arm, all the way to her elbow, and back up again, and down again and back up.

"Nice," she said. "I like that."

Then I lifted her hands and touched her fingers, one by one, stroking the top of each. She was smiling. Then I put that hand back down, on her chest, and touched the other arm, starting at the shoulder, then down to the hands and fingers.

"Good," she said. "I like that."

This was a time to push the envelope a bit, to see how bold she was willing to be, so I took a chance. I moved her hand to my face, and put her first finger into my mouth, just a little, and sucked on it, just a little.

Her eyes popped open. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"You like it?" I asked.

"Actually, yes," she said. Her voice was surprised. "How did you know to do that?" she asked.

"I know lots of things," I said. "Remember, you can trust me." I closed her eyes and continued sucking and stroking the fingers of the hand, one by one, being careful not to stroke too strongly. I was trying to tickle and tease the fingers, not give them blow jobs, so I made sure I was gentle.

I was finished with her fingers now, so I laid that hand on the mattress, and moved its partner from her stomach to the mattress.

Next on my agenda was her tummy. This meant I needed to lift her pajama tops up a bit. I watched her face to see how she'd react to me moving this little bit of clothing, exposing some skin.

Her eyes opened, her face in a bit of a panic, but closed again when she realized that I was only exposing her stomach, not taking off the entire top. I touched her tummy with my hand, and got no reaction. I moved my face to it, and stroked her with the stubble of my beard and my lips.

Again, she opened her eyes in surprise. She didn't ask me what I was doing. She just cocked her head a bit. "Strange, but actually good," she said, then closed her eyes again. I stayed there for a while, giving her tummy light kisses, then moved my head away.

It was time for the big moment. It was time to test her, to see if she was willing to let me see and touch a truly private part. I decided that it was best not to gradually creep my hand up to her breast. Better to simply move my hand to it, touch it, and hold it. So I did.

I put my hand under her pajama top and put my hand softly onto her breast and cupped it. Of course, her eyes opened, and she looked at me. She didn't speak. She didn't know what to say.

"You ok?" I asked.

She didn't answer for a moment. She was thinking. Finally she reached her decision. "Yeh," she said. "I think it's nice, even if you are my brother." Then she added, "Good."

I smiled and we both laughed. "You're not supposed to be thinking, just feeling" I told her. Again, I closed her eyes with my fingers, and I moved my hand back to her breast.

I felt confident enough now to lift her top up, now exposing her breasts. Her eyes stayed closed. She sighed a big sigh. She was ok.

I had never seen her breasts before. She wore a bra nearly all the time, so I didn't have much sense of their shape. I'd known they were fairly large, but not enormous, but I had never seen even a hint of under-boob or side-boob. Even her bathing suits covered all but a little bit of cleavage. Now I could see. Her nipples were pale pink, puffy, and large, and the white skin of her boobs was flawless. They looked fantastic.