Little sister asks, I didn't know they had a bone in them
Disclaimer: All sexual activity is between characters over the age of 18. Any similarity between these characters, and any other real people is entirely coincidental.
I don't have a PhD in English or Writing. So, give me a break on English and grammar. I hope you like it.
Warning, this story contains: incestuous, anal sex, and romantic love between consenting, adult siblings above the age of 18. It also contains some edited 1960's slang. If this offends you, please move on to another story.
BTW, no comments about the impossibility of the question from the sister. That's actually based on a true event from my own life (not the story, just the question.)
Exposition:
This all started back in the late 1960's long before there was sex education taught in schools or an internet. It was a time of long hair, faded bell-bottom jeans, tie-dyed t-shirts, sandals, head bands, paisley designs, love beads, peace signs, and flower power.
It was a time of turmoil and awakening in our nation with sit-ins and protest marches to fight against long held injustices and the blind eye that ignored them, the war in Vietnam, and fighting for civil rights. Our nation was awakening, and so were our youth.
My sister and I lived at home with my parents in our average middle class 3-bedroom home with a two-car garage, yard, white picket fence (optional), and 2.5 kids. OK, it was actually only 2 kids, me and my sister, but you get the point.
We lived in a small southern town in the middle of the bible belt, and our lives were simple. My parents owned their own small business, worked during the week, and were home on the weekends. All our schedules were similar. So, there was a lot of "family time", what would be called "quality time" today, but back then it was just... time. That's just how we spent our days.
Parents took the time to teach their children, help them with their homework, and play with them.
There were no fast-food restaurants, or any restaurants for that matter in our little town. All meals were homemade, hot and fresh. We sat down at the dinner table for all meals blessing them before we ate.
Our parents were your average parents for the time. They kept a tight grip on our activities especially my sister's.
We attended Church regularly as a family, and were upstanding members of our community. We were just an average family that lived from day-to-day in our own little community. A community that was largely free of the hippies and that culture.
It was still a time of innocence where the 1950's were still a recent memory, but times were changing.
I was 21 and attended the local university which was just a short commute. My annoying little sister was 19 having just graduated high school. She wasn't into any of the hippie stuff, drugs or free love. Neither was I. She was still an innocent in so many ways.
Neither she nor I were anything particularly appealing to many. Don't get me wrong. We weren't ugly, or deformed, or anything like that. We were just your average looking kids trying to make it through school, and get started with our "real" lives.
My sister, Gina, stood about 5'4" in her bare feet. She had a milky, fair complexion, trim, hour-glass figure with average sized breasts, and blue eyes all complements of our mom. Her hair was styled, light auburn that shimmered with red tints when the rays of the sun shone down on her. It never looked unkept like the hippies of the time.
She always felt her nose was just a little large for her face, and that was complements of our dad. I, however, disagreed. I thought her nose was quite cute on her.
She dressed in respectable attire meaning dresses below the knee, or jeans that were not faded or worn through, and her tops displayed little to no cleavage.
I stood about 5'11" with an average build maybe a little stocky, but fairly muscular. I had the same fair skin I got from mom, and I got my brown eyes and blonde hair from dad which I kept cut short and combed in a respectable manner as some would say. It wasn't long and untamed like the hippies preferred theirs.
I typically wore button-up shirts with jeans that were never faded or worn through. When I wanted to look fashionable, I might wear a tie-dyed t-shirt with jeans that were just a little bit faded.
The Story Begins:
Gina only had about three boyfriends going through school, and the one she had at the time was a jerk named Fred. He was also 19, and, in my opinion, was a simpleton, nerd, not worth the time of day. But, what can I say, my sister liked him. I guess she thought he was nice, or simply liked having a boyfriend.
They had been dating for a couple of years. So, I guess you could say they were serious, or "going steady" as we said back then. She brought him over for family dinners many times, and she likewise attended many of his family dinners. On occasion, they'd go to the movies at our only local theater, or attend Church activities designed to keep our youth wholesome. Ah, life was simple.
Gina seemed quite taken by Fred even though I didn't particularly care for him. Apparently, my opinion didn't matter to her... Go figure.
One night, Gina invited Fred over for dinner, and it was our average dinner. There wasn't anything special about it, but this evening would take a very strange, unexpected turn.
After we all finished dinner, helped mom clear the table and wash the dishes, we all went to the den where we all sat around our one and only TV.
That's right. Like most families, we had a family TV. It was the largest you could get at the time. It wasn't a big, flat-screen. It was a massive 21" diagonal screen. It was not only a functioning piece of transistor electronics, but it was also a nice piece of furniture encased in a decorative wood console.
We got four, yes count them... four channels: ABC, NBC, CBS and PBS. Oh, and get this... it all came over the air to our TV antenna on our roof. Plus, it wasn't even digital. It was analog.
But I digress. So, I'll get back to the story. Catching back up, we had just finished dinner, and all gone to the den to watch TV as a family, plus one. I don't recall what we decided to watch. If you recall, there wasn't much of a selection back then.
In any case, we all sat around watching TV which was in the far corner of the den facing diagonally into the room. Dad was in "his" chair which was in the corner of the room along the same wall as the TV facing diagonally into the room, mom was in a chair across the room directly diagonal from the TV, Fred was on the far end of the couch which was along the wall opposite the TV. My sister was sitting next to Fred on the couch, and I was on the other end of the couch.
I noticed that Gina was sitting right up against Fred, and he was holding her hand in his lap right there with me and my parents in the room. I'm not sure if my parents even noticed, but nothing was said. Personally, I didn't think much about it until later. I just simply... noticed. Maybe it was the same for our parents.
We all enjoyed whatever it was we were watching. The evening proceeded as normal. When the show was over, it was about 10:00pm CST, and it was time for Fred to go so we could all get ready for bed. That's right, I said 10:00pm. However, we'd sometimes stay up later to watch "The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson."
A few minutes after Fred left, I was in my room when I heard Gina call for me in her room. I thought "Oh, crap. What does she want now? Damn, she's annoying." and I went to her room.
When I got there, she reached behind me, quietly closed the door, and whispered "I didn't know they had a bone in them?"
I said "What has a bone?"
"You know. Your thingy." she said.
"My thingy? You mean my 'Peter'?" I replied. We actually called cocks nicer words in the presence of mixed company. After all, we were "good little boys and girls."
Then she said "Yeah. Your peepee."
At that point, I couldn't help myself. I started laughing my ass off, but, after I realized it was really embarrassing Gina, I stopped, and tried to explain to her as nicely as I could. So, I said "They don't have bones, man. They just get hard when we're... you know... excited."
"Excited!? You mean... like... sexually?" she said very timidly.
I said "Yes." But, for some reason, probably because I lied to her all the time, she didn't believe me.
She said "Uh uh. You're lying."
I said without thinking "No I'm not. I promise. Whatcha want me to do... prove it?" I would've thought Fred would've popped her cherry by then, or at least got to third base. Something so she'd know how a cock worked, but, obviously, Fred was a wimp... or just a "good little boy." That wasn't uncommon back then.
