So let's start with the mental image, and get it over with. I am five foot four and a whopping one hundred and thirty pounds of nothing. Not a speck of athletic ability in my body so skip that idea. Bright red hair that stands out at midnight, let alone in a crowd. Now add the glasses. Get the idea? Not exactly a chick magnet right. By the summer after graduation I was probably about the only true virgin in my class. I made first base once with a girl, and I was nine years old; I didn't even know what a kiss even was. So, that's me; Mark Carter; the Don Juan want to be.
I figured with college coming this fall I had to do something, and fast. I figured I needed help and went to the only person I could at least half way talk to. No not dad or mom, but Callie my nineteen year old sister. She still lived at home while attending local community college. While the two of us often didn't see eye to eye, she was fairly popular, she dated. I figured she could give me some pointers.
Wednesday was Callie's short class day so I quietly knocked on her door before mom and dad got home. This was embarrassing enough I didn't need the sympathy patrol with the 'you'll find the right girl someday' routine.
Stepping through the door to what had to be female heaven, I glanced at the hunk posters she still had plastered on her walls, and the stuffed animals strewn on her bed.
"Hey Cal" I called.
"What is it Carrot", God how I hated that nickname. "Make it fast I heading out"
I watched as she swirled around the room. Her tight tank hugged the curves of her breasts, while her short skirt tried desperately not to ride higher when she bent over to retrieve her purse from the floor by her bed.
"Listen" I tried again. "Sorry to bug you, but I have a personal question."
"Make it quick" Callie didn't even stop moving as she shot back.
"Well..." I hesitated. "I need to change some things. Get some pointers. I want...well I'm still...shit" I muttered.
Callie laughed. "What, the brain wants to get laid. Is that it?"
My face turned bright red. Yeah, Honor Roll, Valedictorian; I forgot those two on the list. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked at the floor.
"Holy shit, you do" Callie exclaimed. "Oh my God"
"Look" I shot back. "This is tough enough OK."
"Little brother," she said, for the first time sympathy in his sisters' voice. "You don't stand a chance in hell."
I almost broke into tears. "Don't you think I know" I cried. "Look at me for God's sake."
"Can't you at least give me some pointers...advice...anything?" I asked.
"Look Mark" Callie stepped to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "There are three things that will start a girl's engine. One is muscles, second is money, and the third is dick."
"You can skip the muscles" her eyes traveled over me. "And unless you have dads' credit card the money is out too." She stepped away and began to straighten her hair in the mirror. "Unless you are packing ten inches in those jeans, you can forget number three, OK".
I could only sigh in frustration at her. "Yeah one and two are out." I shook my head. "And no I'm not ten inches...I think it's about eleven or so."
Callie stopped dead as the words poured out of me. She turned slowly and stared at me. "What?" she asked in a quiet whisper.
"I said one and two..." I started to say.
"Did you just say you have an eleven inch cock?" Callie interrupted me.
"Yeah" I mumbled. "I mean it's not the ten inches girls want though."
"Bullshit" my sister muttered. She walked over staring into my face. "I'm calling your bluff asshole. No way that you have that inside those jeans." A flush had started to creep over her face as her eyes locked to mine.
"What?" I asked confused. "I mean I haven't measured it in a few years or anything. But last time it was like eleven inches or so."
Callie's hand shot out and cupped the bulge in the front of my jeans. "What are you...Oh God?" I groaned as she gently squeezed me.
"Jesus Christ" Callie whispered. Her eyes grew as she pulled her hand back. "Show it to me." She told me in a husky voice.
"Callie" I replied. "I mean...you're my sister. I shouldn't..."
"Look" she growled back. "Either you are shitting with me or I am going to beat your ass. Or I am going to give the biggest apology of my life. Now SHOW it to me."
I unsnapped my jeans and slowly wiggled them over my hips, pulling my underpants down with them. The squeeze she had given me a moment ago had fed some blood flow to my member. Meaning it wasn't hard yet, but neither was it totally flaccid.
"Holy fuck" Callie whispered as her eyes stared down between us. She watched as my thickening pole slid free like a snake.
All the sudden attention was getting to me. I could feel blood flowing into my thick cock, making it slowly harden and straighten in mid-air. Stunned, I watched as my sister slid to her knees in front of me. It was like she was kneeling at an altar or something.
"Fucking beautiful" Callie groaned; her hand reaching out to wrap around my hardening shaft.
"Oh shit" I moaned at the contact. The first hand to be on my cock not my own, and it was my sisters. How fucking hot was this turning out to be. My cock twitched in her grip as it continued to expand, forcing her fingers apart around the swelling girth.
"God damn" she whispered. "You aren't even hard yet."
"No" I grunted, as I felt her hand slide up and down my length. "But at this rate it won't take long."
"Let's speed things up shall we" she said hoarsely. Before I could even reply, the hottest thing I had ever felt wrapped around my throbbing cock.
