So far:
I fancy my slightly older sister, Jenny. It seems mutual. We have stepped up a forfeits game to include clothes-swapping, and have agreed to swap underclothes next time.
Overview of this chapter:
We play forfeits. My sister gets me to wear her panties and she wears my underpants. She wants to watch me wear her other clothes and wank in front of her.
We both knew that sex with a sibling was wrong in some ill-defined way, but we were so close that we felt that the rules just had to be different for people like us. I struggled to put this idea into words over the next few minutes. I think I did pretty well in the end. Look, I wish I could tell you exactly what it was I said that helped her decide, or even if anything I said had been relevant. But, the truth is, I think it would have only worked for us at that particular time.
Especially, it only worked because we both wanted sex and we both wanted it with each other. It would not have worked otherwise and it probably won't work for you. Sorry, but I have no magic strategy to get a sibling into bed. Well, no strategy to for a brother to get a sister into bed. Sisters will be able to get anything they want from a horny brother.
A lot of the things we said to each other in justification for continuing were only relevant us. It went easier than I expected. Jenny also wanted sex and wanted sex with me.
My only advice if you are ever in a similar position or advising someone who is, is this: Be honest. Don't lie. If you really want sex then say so. Don't pretend it is about you 'teaching' the other person something, or that you are merely 'curious' or anything like that. Be brutally honest and say they turn you on and you really want to share your first sexual experiences, the ones you will always remember, with them.
This was relevant because we both had recently heard of several kids at school, girls, mostly, who had their first sex with someone they lusted over. Usually it was a sports jock and then for a while afterwards they'd been practically boasting – that was how even someone outside the gossip channels as me had heard about it. But then they'd broken up and felt used and cast aside.
The teachers knew something the rest of us didn't, I'm not sure how much, and had been all 'Wait till it is someone you really care about and will want to look back fondly on back when you are as old as us'. We talked about this aspect a bit and we both mentioned that Even when we found a partner (we didn't say 'get married', our parents had again immunised us about societal expectations) then we would still be siblings and would always love each other.
In our case Jenny had always been – as you will have realised – the more adventurous and dominant. I had always been willing to take orders from her. So I told her this, as if somehow she hadn't noticed. I abased myself and declared I wanted her to use me. We talked and talked about this for ages over the next few days.
I suppose it was only because we were similar in age that we were able to talk to each other so freely about anything. That and also the fact our parents and really trained us to question authority and ask 'who says so?' While I am sure they never intended their political rhetoric training would be applied to their children talking themselves into sexual acts, I am also sure that our parents would not have minded too much. And no, our parents never did find out.
Friday afternoon finally arrived. My sister Jenny and I knew we had the house to ourselves until at least midnight.
Jenny had gone straight to the toilet and I lurked in the hallway so I could bump into her when she got out. (See Chapter 2 for details of our 'master-slave' game). As usual I also enjoyed listening to the rustle of her clothes and the sound of her piss hitting the water. She finished, flushed and came out.
She must have had the same idea because we both had our arms out in the 'I am going to hit you' stance'. We giggled and waved our arms but she was quicker and anyhow I wanted her to be master so I made sure I 'hit' Jenny.
'Oh, you hit me. Now you have to be my slave' she told me with what can only be described as a lustful grin.
We went into Jenny's room. Somehow all the games took place there. She turned around with bright eyes and told me wanted us to play strip snap. Yep. You read that right. Snap. You know, the card game where you lay out cards and slap your hand down if they have the same value. I know poker is the traditional strip game but neither of us really knew all the rules of poker, and snap had the advantage of being really quick.
I have no idea what the hell she was thinking but she also suggested we steal some of Mum's gin again. We knew where it was and she drank so much that she hadn't missed it the last time we had stolen some. Oh, I think she suspected but to call us on it would have involved Dad realising just how much mum drank. So we poured ourselves a few fingers (oh boy had we learned the hard way not to drink heaps all at once) and added lemonade because we hated the taste of tonic.
We sat on the sheepskin rug and sipped our gins as we played. The crazy thing is I was certainly playing to lose but I think Jenny was making sure she lost a few hands as well. It was driving me wild – especially when our hands touched as we slammed them down for a snap. As we chatted it was plain that Jenny was worked up as well. We were both laying it on pretty thickly – each telling the other how much we liked them. We both kept on using the word 'respect'.
I had the idea that while she might be horny, I didn't think my sister really felt the way about me that I felt about her. If she did then I was sure I would have been fucking her right now. It never occurs to teenage boys but teenage girls can be just as horny - though not every waking minute of every day. But if you catch a girl at the right moment then there is no telling how far you will get. I realised Jenny must have been burning up to want to play a game like this with her brother and I was willing to do anything to make this continue.
We had been playing for no more than 15 minutes and we had more or less won/lost alternately and taken turns at telling the other to take something off. I was down to my underwear and Jenny had a long t-shirt and her panties on (boy short style bright orange with white lace around the waistband and leg holes) but had lost her bra.
This was pretty major – my sister sitting there and me staring at her tits jiggling under the t-shirt and her nipples pressed against the fabric. I had a noticeable erection tenting my underpants but neither of us had commented on it yet. I wasn't making any attempt to hide it and had adjusted my erection several times and I could see Jenny was staring when I did.
A few times, for no reason I could see, Jenny took a finger and ran it under the leg band of her panties. It was sort of like the bit in the movies when the guy runs his hand around the collar of his shirt. The panties didn't seem especially tight and her finger fitted easily under the elastic. As she ran her finger round I could see a flash of paler skin. I could also see the where her pubes made a slight bulge.
I had just lost, and I now owed two items but only had one left. We had already set the rule that after all the clothes were gone the loser had to carry out a forfeit – obey an order.
I asked Jenny what she wanted me to do. My sister took a deep breath and said quite suddenly and quickly, as if she had been nervously building up to it,
