My Virgin Sister Strips and Fucs

My younger sister, Megan, is a bit of a tease. Megan is nearly two years younger than me, and I suppose she looks up to her older brother. She's always been kind of flirty - not in a sexual way, at least not until recently. After she turned 18, I noticed a shift in how she acted around me. There was a lot more touching - hitting me, bumping my front with her butt, and hugs that went on just a bit longer.

It was very hard on me, or should I say, it made me really hard! The problem is that Megan is beautiful - gorgeous in fact. She's 5'4", petite at about 120 pounds. She has smallish boobs, but they are very perky, and her nipples show through clothing often. She has red hair down to her shoulders. I often wondered if her pussy was shaved and took every opportunity to glance between her legs if she was wearing a short skirt - which was often!

She also started teasing me - asking me if I had a girlfriend and did I want to sneak her over and how she'd tell Mom or Paul. Paul is a couple years older than me. My mom, Judy, is in her forties, also with red hair and a build like Megan.

"Hey Ron, what girls turn you on the most?" Megan asked one day when we were alone.

"Huh?" I replied. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Nothing," Megan said, hitting my arm lightly. "Just curious. What's your type?"

I didn't want to admit that

she

was my type - that I was lusting after my younger sister!

"Well, redheads, of course!" I said. "Since I'm a redhead."

"Do you like them big chested or small?" she said, nearly touching her small nipples.

This was driving my dick crazy. I did my best to hide a growing erection, knowing that it was wrong to get a hard-on from your own sister.

"I like all sizes," I said, trying to avoid specifics and give away my attraction for small boobs like hers. "But we shouldn't be talking about this kind of stuff. We're siblings!"

"I know, but there's nothing wrong with being curious about how my big brother is getting laid!"

With that, Megan stormed off in a pout.

Getting laid? Why did she want to know that? I had been with a couple girls from school - a blonde and a brunette. But those had been one-time things. Even when I was fucking them, my mind was on Megan, which made me cum too fast!

Megan's flirts made it hard to concentrate on anything else. After she ran off, I went into my bedroom and jacked myself off, thinking of her touching her pert little boobs and rubbing herself. I shot out a ton of white cum, but even then, I was not satisfied.

I found myself flirting back, bumping into her butt, grazing her shoulders - that sort of thing.

"You wanted to know my type," I said one day while we cleaned up the dishes. "What about yours?"

"My type? I don't know." She flicked the dish towel at me like a whip.

"Ouch!"

"Maybe my type is someone like you!" she said, whipping me again.

"Stop it!" I called out.

Someone like me? My cock was instantly hard. I had to excuse myself and go jerk off in the bathroom. I knew my feelings must be wrong, but they felt so good. I just couldn't help fantasizing about what it would be like to be with her - to go all the way.

Things really started to get crazy when Mom and Paul went to one of Paul's games. He plays on our local college basketball team as a forward.

"Look what I found in Mom's room," Megan said, coming down the hall into the living room carrying a small box.

She handed it to me. It was about the size of a paperback novel and had "After Hours - the Party Game" printed on the side.

"What the fuck!?" I said. "What's Mom doing with something like this - and where'd you find it?"

"I, um, well, it was in her bedside drawer."

"And what were you doing in her bedroom?"

"I don't want to say."

Megan blushed, which made her even cuter!

"Fine. So ... what

is

this?" I said, opening the box.

I already had a good idea.

Inside was a stack of cards. The cards were red on one side and blue on the other. Each side had the numbers 1, 2, and 3 by a series of words. There was also a single die. Each side had either a red or blue square on it.

"Let me see," Megan said, grabbing a pile of cards.

"I don't know if you want to be looking at this stuff," I said, trying to keep her from getting anything from the box. Too late.

"I'm just curious, that's all," she said, turning over a card.

Her eyes got wide. "There are questions on them - and things to do. Woah!"

She looked up at me. "This is a sex game!"

"It sure is," I said, turning over several of the cards.

The red side of the card was a question, the blue side an action. The three numbers related to three levels - going from risqué to downright physical intimacy! Apparently, you threw the dice to determine whether it was going to be a question or action. If you refused - you had to remove an article of clothing.

"I think we should put this back," I said, holding out my hand to Megan.

She hesitated, turning over cards and reading them. Her eyes got wider and her face a deeper color red with each card.

"Okay," she said, finally handing me the cards.

I put them back in the box and followed Megan to Mom's room, where I replaced it in the bottom drawer. As I put it away, I noticed something else in the drawer - a vibrator! My mom had been divorced for a long time. I knew she'd had a few boyfriends but had no idea how sexually active she must be.

My mind raced the rest of the day. Not only was I picturing my mom in some party where people were stripping and performing sex acts on each other - but I was also obsessed with the fact that my younger sister was snooping in Mom's drawers and wanted to show the game to me.

When Mom and Paul arrived home, I said nothing about what we'd found. Mom acted totally normal. It was just me that looked on her differently.

The next night Paul had another game. Mom went with him and again left Megan and I alone in the house. We ordered in pizza and munched on it at the kitchen table.

"Hey, Ron," Megan said as she finished a slice.

"Hmm?"

"I want to play the game."

"Say what?"

"The game. You know. The one in Mom's drawer. I want to play it."

"Okay," I said. "Go for it."

"No. I want to play it ... with you."

I nearly choked on my bite of pizza. I had to take a drink to wash it down. "I don't think that's a good idea, Megan. You

are

my sister, after all."

"What does that matter? You like me, don't you? Aren't redheads your type? Anyway, it's just for fun. Please?"

I looked at Megan. She was wearing her signature short skirt and top. Because of her small boob size, I noticed that she often wore very skimpy bras that let her nipples show through. That was fine by me, of course. Tonight, her nipples were on full display.

I took another bite and thought. Why was I contemplating doing this? Mainly because I'd been perving after my sister for months. If she wanted to take things to another level, who was I to complain?

"Well?" Megan asked.

"Well, I guess we could - if you

really

want to."

"Ooh!" she squealed and rushed out of the kitchen.

I got up and met her in the living room where we sat on the couch. Megan opened the box and set it on the coffee table between us. She took out the cards and stacked them to one side, placing the dice next to them.

"How do we play?" Megan asked, handing me the instructions.

"It's pretty simply, actually. One of us rolls the dice. You pick up a card and read either a question or an action depending on what color you threw and what level you're on."

"Okay."

"I think we should keep it to Level One. Okay?" I said.

"For now," Megan said, picking up the dice and throwing them. "Red. A question."

She picked up a card from the pile and read it out loud.

"Who was the first person you kissed?"

Megan looked up at me expectedly.

So far this was pretty harmless.

"Jenny Jenkins in 9

th

grade."

"I remember her," Megan said. "You kissed her?"

"She's a good kisser!" I protested.

"Okay. Fine. Whatever. Lame. Your turn."

I threw the dice. "Also red."

I picked up a card.

"Who was the first person to get to second base with you?"

I looked up from the card. Megan was scowling. "What do they mean by 'second base'?"

"You know - who felt you up, touched your boobs, that sort of thing."

"Oh. Well, um, I guess that would be Trevor at my 18

th

birthday party."

"What? I was there. Trevor touched you? How? Where?"

"Don't have a heart attack, Ron. It was in the hallway. He stopped me and we kissed. And yes, I let him touch my boob - briefly. And that was it. My turn."

"Shit!" I said.

Megan threw the dice. "Blue. Oh goody. An action."

She picked up a card, read the first line, then set it back down.

"Can I pick another one?"

"No, you can't," I said. "You either read the action or you have to remove an article of clothing."

Megan looked at me. She put the card in the discard pile and removed her sandals.

"Satisfied?" she said as she dropped them on the carpet.

"Whatever," I said, picking up the dice and throwing it. "Blue again."

I picked up a card. "Kiss the first person to your right."

"I guess you're that person," I said. "Ready?"

Megan looked at me. At 6'1" I'm much taller than her. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up. She was going to let me kiss her! I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. They were so soft and warm. She tasted of something tropical. Maybe it was her lip gloss.

I felt this warm feeling flow over me. I admit I left my lips on her probably longer than I needed to but was so much enjoying the experience - I didn't want it to end.

"Sorry if that was too much," I said as I leaned back.

Megan had this soft look in her eyes. "No, it was fine, um, good. It was good."

I was starting to like this game, but wasn't sure how far Megan would want to take it.

She threw the dice, and it came up red. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?"

She looked up from the card, searching my face.

I hesitated answering. Yes, one girl had sucked my dick - a little. For some reason, it felt like admitting that would hurt Megan.

"I decline," I said.

"Oh!" Megan said, surprised. "So ... you've got to take something off, right?"

"Right," I said, reaching to my collar and pulling my t-shirt off.

Megan's gaze went to my chest. I'm pretty athletic and work out - so my chest has good definition and my stomach is flat. At that moment, all the hard workouts seemed worth it.

"My turn," I said, picking up the dice. "Blue. Action"

I picked up the next card. "The person to your left should remove their next item of clothing."

Megan stared at me for a moment. Without breaking her gaze, she crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her top. Lifting her arms, she pulled it over her head. Now it was my turn to stare. Under the top she wore a red bra. It was satiny and held her boobs tightly. That's why I could see her nipples so well. They pushed out like two tiny pricks.

My dick hardened in my pants, and I began to realize this was turning into more than just an innocent game.

"You're um," I said, stammering. "You're really beautiful."

"I'm so small," she said, not attempting to cover herself up.

"No, really. You're really pretty. And I mean it."

Megan smiled. "You're not so bad yourself."

"It's your turn," I said, having a hard time taking my eyes of her glorious breasts.

Megan threw the dice. "Red." She picked up a card. "What's something you've always wanted to do with the person across from you."

"What, like go to a ball game or something?"

"No, silly. Sexually," Megan said.

"Shit!" I said.

I didn't dare admit that I'd had fantasies of putting my hard dick deep into Megan's wet pussy. That was too much.

"Decline," I said.

I didn't wait to be instructed. I stood and prepared to pull down my shorts. Then, I hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, if I do this, we're going to have a problem. Well, I'm going to have a problem."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand, Megan? Kissing you? Seeing you like this? It excites a guy."

"Oh!" Megan said, looking down at the front of my shorts.

"Do you still want me to?"

Megan looked up in my eyes, then back to my shorts. She nodded.

I slowly pulled the shorts down. My hard cock was lying sideways and outlined pretty well in my boxer-length shorts. I liked them because when I rubbed myself against the satiny fabric, it got me even more excited.

I pulled off the shorts and stood in front of Megan. She couldn't pull her eyes away.

"It's ... it's big," she said.

"That's what happens when I get turned on."

"And you're ... turned on right now?"

"And how!"

"Wow!"

I sat back down. I could see the outline of my dick-head straining against the fabric. I was so turned on that my cock was throbbing.

It was my turn. I threw the dice. It was blue. Action.

"The person to your right should touch you. They may touch you anywhere on your body."

Megan looked at me, then glanced down at my crotch. "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere. And I can't refuse. That's the rule," I said. I didn't know if that was the case, but I liked it.

Megan tentatively reached a hand and hovered over my underwear.

"It's okay," I said. "I want you to."

Moments later I felt an absolute thrill pass through my body as Megan gently laid her hand on my throbbing dick. She moved her hand down the length of my shaft, and I nearly came.

"Mm," I moaned, watching her touch me.

She looked up. "That feels good?"

"Shit yeah!" I said.

"It's so hard. Is it uncomfortable?"

"A little," I said. "I'm a bit confined. But I'm feeling more good feelings than anything else right now."

"And you don't feel funny that your little sister is touching your, um, thing?"

"My dick? You can say it you know. I thought it would be strange, but it isn't. It just feels amazing!"

It was Megan's turn. She removed her hand and threw the dice. Blue.

She picked up the next card. "The person to your left can remove any one piece of your clothing."

She looked at me, a little shy. "What do you want to take off me?"

If I were being honest, I'd have said that I wanted her to take it all off.

"How about your shorts," I said.

"Okay," Megan replied. "It says you're supposed to take them off."

"Oh!"

Megan stood and faced me. My face was only inches from her stomach. I swallowed and gently grasped the waistline of her black knit shorts. I pulled gently and slowly revealed the most beautiful pair of white panties I'd ever seen.

I continued to pull down as the shorts slid down her leg. I could see her mound outlined perfectly. And something else. The panties were wet. A large dark circle of moisture had spread from between her legs up to her mound. It also outlined two perfect lips - her pussy.

"I, um, I mean you're um ..."

"Turned on? I am. Very."

I could also smell something - something musky. Her scent. It drove my already hard cock to be even harder.

Megan sat down. "Your turn."

I threw the dice. "Red." I picked up a card and read it. "What's something you've thought about doing with someone here since this game began but haven't had the courage to follow through."

I looked up. "That's for you to answer."

Megan hesitated. "I, um, I don't know. I don't want to answer."

"Then you ..."

"I know."

She reached behind her back and undid her bra. As it fell to the ground I beheld my sister's naked boobs for the first time. Two smaller mounds of freckly skin surrounding two tiny ruddy areola and two matching nipples - so hard and erect and wonderful!

"Wow!" I said. "You are truly gorgeous!"

Megan seemed to relax a bit. Perhaps she'd been self-conscious about her appearance.

Without skipping a beat, Megan threw the dice. Blue. She picked up a card and read. "The person across from you should reveal something they've not revealed yet in this game."

"Is that a question card?" I asked.

"No, it's the action side, see?"

She held up the card with the blue side toward me.

"I only have one more thing to reveal," I said. "Are you okay with that?"

Megan nodded. "I'd like to see it."

I stood. I felt like another line was about to be crossed.

"Go head, Ron."

I pulled on my underwear and as it came down my cock burst out, sticking straight out from my body and throbbing gently up and down.

Megan took in a quick breath. "Oh!"

I took off the underwear the rest of the way and stood there, naked, in front of my sister.

Instead of handing me the dice, Megan stood. Staring into my eyes, she pulled down her panties, sloughing them off onto the carpet. I gazed at her petite body, her red hair covering her shoulders, her erect and swollen nipples, flat stomach giving way to a shaved mound and two ruddy and swollen pussy lips. I could smell her scent even stronger now.

She leaned over and tilted her head up. I kissed her and this time I let my tongue touch her lips. She jolted, just slightly, and I felt the warm wetness of her tongue join mine. I put my arms around her and drew her in. I could feel her nipples press against my chest. I held her by the cheek and kissed and kissed and kissed her.

I felt her arms go around me and pull me in. My dick pressed against her stomach, pushing in, then sliding to the side.

We broke off, a little out of breath.

"We're not playing the game anymore, are we?" Megan asked, still hold me.

We sat down together. "I don't think so. But do you want to do more?"

"I do," Megan said.

"Can I touch your breasts?" I asked.

Megan responded by taking my hand and placing it against her one of her boobs. I felt the hardness of her nipple under my palm and the firm warmth of her breast under my fingers. I squeezed gently.

"Mm," Megan sighed, closing her eyes. "Mm!"

I put my other hand on her and squeezed both nipples.

"Oh!" she cried softly, eyes still closed.

I was in a bit of an altered state. Here I was, fondling my sister's breasts and arousing her, probably making her pussy even wetter.

I played with her breasts and nipples, squeezing them between my fingers, pulling out gently, flicking my fingers across them. Everything I did seemed to make her feel great.

We kissed again, more passionately this time, more tongue, more exploration, more urgency.

"Can I, um, touch your pussy?" I asked.

"It's very wet," Megan responded.

I parted her legs and reached up with my left hand. I touched the hood of her labia, the covering for her clit.

"Oh!" she moaned, her pelvis rising.

I moved my fingers across her covered clit. She moaned and sighed, and her breathing increased.

"Feels ... so ... good!" she moaned.

I let my finger dip into her slit, and she took in a quick breath. My finger was instantly covered in her juice - and that musky aroma filled my nose. I pulled some of that juice up and uncovered her clit with my finger. I rubbed it quickly but gently. Her pelvis rose and fell rhythmically.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she began to sigh softly, getting louder and louder.

My finger dipped lower into her slit. My fingers found her opening and I slipped one in.

"Ah! Oh!" she groaned.

My finger went deeper, and I felt a barrier. Was it possible Megan was a virgin? I didn't push in further but curled my finger so I could rub her G Spot. My thumb caressed her clit. Her pelvis was now going up and down rapidly.

"Oh ... what ... am ... I ... oh ... oh ... oh!"

I wanted to make my little sister cum so bad. I rubbed faster on her clit but put only a slight pressure on it.

She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and started breathing heavily.

"Oh!" she cried louder and higher. "Oh!"

I ventured my finger in just a little more into her pussy and pulled up, putting pressure on her clit from inside her pussy.