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Loving Siblings
by 37 Happy Memories (address withheld)

***

A brother and sister discover the joys of sex together 
at a young age and even when they get older. (bg, 
youths, inc, 1st)

***

Chapter One
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Nothing can replace the fond memories of the love I 
shared with my sibling from the time we were 
youngsters. Our relationship wasn't the romantic love 
one shares when they are teens or married. Rather it 
was tender and held a loving, albeit incestuous bond, 
between my sister and I that commenced when we were 
still preteens.

When I was nine years of age and my sister would have 
been just short of eight, or perhaps she was an eight 
year old. If the month we first had any sexually 
physical contact was known I could determine if her age 
would have been seven or eight.

The difference is so minute it doesn't really make a 
difference overall from what occurred between the two 
of us at such a young age. I still remember that Jennie 
wasn't the skinny stick figure of a girl as her friends 
were. My sister had a nice roundness to her limbs and I 
recall how round and hard her buttocks were the first 
time I touched them.

Our parents lived about five miles from the small town 
of Wellsville, with a population under 8,000. Dad 
always joked and said if you didn't count the dogs and 
cats, Wellsville wouldn't be on the map. The first time 
we had any physical contact between us was on a warn 
Saturday morning. Our parents wanted to be alone and 
attend the Wellsville Antique Fair held each year at 
the start of summer. This celebration and fair is what 
made our small town famous.

The antique fair was held at the local county fair 
grounds on a weekend and commenced on Friday and ended 
on Sunday evening with a tremendous fireworks display. 
Those attending the fair would drive long distances to 
attend the event, and some even came from other states 
to sell or buy antiques. This year the special event of 
the antique fair was something new and the crowd was 
expected to more than double Wellsville population.

This year's highlight was an auction selling classic 
automobiles from the 50 and 60's. There were also old 
farm tractors and three farm steam engine tractors were 
going to be up for auction during the event. My father 
had wanted to own a classic car for sometime and my mom 
had said if he could afford it, he could purchase one 
as he worked hard to support his family.

Our parents left around seven Saturday morning for the 
antique show. They were meeting with their good 
friends, Dave and Ilene Jacobs, and the four of them 
would have breakfast together. The Jacobs lived in 
Wellsville and my parents and they would take turns a 
couple times a month to play bridge. Before heading out 
for their day of fun mom gave us a hug and dad patted 
my sister and me on our heads and told to be good and 
not go anyplace. Jennie and I hadn't dressed after we 
got up and we were eating the breakfast mom had fixed 
for us as our parents left for the day.


Chapter Two
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That Saturday started out different than normal for me 
and I mean a lot different. After my sister had gone to 
her room, I turned on the TV, but the shows didn't 
interest me and I decided to get dressed. Going to my 
room, I stopped by Jennie's room and when entering her 
room, she screamed, "Get out of my room, you stupid 
moron,"

Before my eyes was my sister and she was completely 
nude. Jennie was seated on the floor in front of the 
wall mirror in her room. Never could I have imagined my 
sister would be naked in front of me. Yet for a few 
seconds before she realized I was in her room, I 
watched Jennie with wild fascination as she was seated 
with her legs spread wide open and she was studying and 
playing with her sex opening.

For the first time in my life I was viewing a girl in 
the nude and more importantly, looking at the first 
girl's sex thing in my young years. Evidently I made 
some sound as Jennie turned and looked at me and she 
couldn't move her hands fast enough from playing and 
exploring her sex. Watching Jennie's attempt to close 
her legs and get up from the floor was actually funny 
as she fell backwards with her legs spread wide apart. 
Before my eyes was my sister's little sex-hole and it 
was pointed directly in the direction to fill my eyes 
with wonderment.

"Don't be mad Jennie. You're the first girl I have ever 
seen nude," I said with what must have been a good 
spiel. I liked seeing Jennie stop in her attempt to 
rise from being splayed out with her limbs going in all 
directions as she lay on the floor.

Watching to the extent I was mesmerized at how my 
sister looked at me gave me goose bumps, and she asked, 
"Will you take your jammy bottoms off and let me look 
at you, after all, you got to see me naked?"

For a moment I was scarred to take down my pajama 
bottoms and then I did, but I was wearing jockey under 
shorts. I recall Jennie saying something to the effect, 
"Take off your underpants, too." Slowly I pushed them 
down and after stepping from them stood in front of my 
sister completely naked.

Nothing else happened during the short time we 
initially starred at each other and I don't recall if 
my three-inch Willy got stiff or not. What I do recall 
is that both of us looked at each other and to my 
surprise Jennie scooted across the floor within a 
couple of feet to where I was standing. 

No words were spoken, but my memory is still sharp of 
how my little sister lay backwards on the floor and 
pulled her legs apart. To this day I can visually 
recall Jennie held onto her legs above her ankles. 
Jennie pulled her legs back so her sex was completely 
exposed. To see her narrow slot ease open and allow my 
eyes to see the pinkness of her inner sex made me 
tremble.

That was the moment I put two-and-tow together and 
realized her sex and my Willy had an effect on each 
other. My little worn got erect and as it did, Jennie 
whispered, "Its growing... its getting big... boy oh 
boy, it's stiff... wow Mike!" What caused me to turn 
and run from Jennie's room I have no idea, but it must 
have been what she said about my Willy getting stiff?

After getting dressed and recalling all that had 
happened in Jennie's room, I went to the living room 
and sat on the sofa and after a few minutes my sister 
came into the room. My sister walked over to where I 
was seated and asked me, "Are we in trouble for seeing 
each other... do you think mom will know we were naked 
together?"

"Nah, not if we don't tell her. What say we get some 
cokes and things and go to our tree house, Jennie?"

Our dad had built a very large tree house for us on the 
back of the 10-acres where we lived. The tree house was 
really neat to us and it was made by building it around 
four large trees on each corner. The trees weren't 
evenly spaced so the house wasn't square, but we liked 
how it had angles where it fastened to the four trees. 
There was a rope ladder we could climb up and then pull 
it up inside the tree house. This was nice as no one 
could get up in our house unless we dropped the rope 
ladder down for them to climb up.

After getting up into our tree house, which had 
electricity in it and a small television and a mini-
refrigerator, also we decided to put the stuff away and 
then turn on the television. After putting our snacks 
in the fridge, we started watching some cartoons. After 
a few minutes I looked over at my sister and saw she 
was looking at me with an intense look on her face. To 
my surprise I heard her ask, "Would you like for us to 
take our clothes off and play husband and wife?"

What that game was I knew as we had done so when we 
were younger, and even used her dolls as our children. 
Then I thought of what my friends and I spoke about and 
how we were born from our parents playing house and 
having sex. My buddy Ted called it fucking and all of 
us guys laughed and we all laughed and acted like we 
understood what it was to fuck. In reality, we had no 
idea.

Jennie and I removed our clothes and once again we were 
nude and looked at each other. My sister was a more 
than a year younger than I, but she seemed to know more 
about playing husband and wife than I did. Taking my 
hand in her own, Jennie pulled me down onto the old 
comforter my mother had given us to recline on the 
floor of the tree house. When it was folded in half it 
felt nice to lie on like a small bed. Dad had put a 
large thick foam thing on the floor of our play place, 
which the comforter was on, also.

I lay down on the comforter and Jennie sat next to me 
and put one leg over me and pushed her other leg away 
from her body. Before my eyes and less than two feet 
from them, I was looking at her sex-hole. There was no 
doubt the view was having an impact on me and Jennie 
confirmed it when she giggled and told me, "You're 
getting stiff from looking at my "Tingly" aren't you 
Mike?"

"Yeah, I guess so... have you done this before sis?"

"Of course not and beside whom would I do it with? Sara 
and I talk about seeing boys and she has played with 
her two cousins. Even Martha has let her brother see 
her and touch her, but he is like older, and she said 
they played mommy and daddy once, but she won't let him 
ever again for some reason. Would you touch me if I put 
my hand on your stiff thing... what do you call it?"

"I call it my Willy. Why do you call yours Tingly," I 
asked my sister.

"Cause it tingles when I wash it or just touch it when 
I'm in bed at night."

When Jennie reached out and gripped my Willy I thought 
I'd died and gone to heaven. I still remember how it 
made me push my hips up from the comforter. After a 
short while I felt my sister moving her hand up and 
down on my erection and it was better than anything I 
had ever felt. At that point in my life I hadn't 
started to masturbate, although I liked touching 
myself. I looked on with complete feeling of 
enlightenment when my little sister used her other hand 
to cup my marbles.

"Gee Jennie, you make me feel good... is it ok if I 
touch you..." and I reached out without waiting for her 
approval.

My fingers touched her secret pink spot and I was 
amazed to feel it felt kind of wet and even warm. For 
the next several minutes we explored each other's 
sexual parts and then we stopped for some reason. After 
obtaining a coke and some chips we watched the 
television.

My mind went into confusion when Jennie asked, "Mike, 
are you ready to play husband and wife? I've never 
played it before, but Sara told me what she had been 
told by her mother about sex and her cousins. Martha 
told me that the boy puts his thing in the girls and 
that is how you play mommy and daddy, or that is what 
she calls what they did together."

For the next few minutes my sister and I lay on the 
small bed in our tree house and Jennie told me, "You 
need to get on top of me and between my legs so your 
Willy will go inside my Tingly."

Moving as my sister instructed, I moved on top of her 
and my stiff Willy was pushing and bouncing against 
Jennie's pink sex-hole. What caused my sister or where 
she obtained the knowledge to do so I have never known, 
but she reached between our bodies and placed my 
erection in the edge of her narrow slit? I could feel 
the end of my Willy against the warmth of her little 
spot and it felt really great and funny at the same 
time.

"Move it back and forth like your suppose to until it 
goes in me," Jennie said with a funny and harsh like 
sound to her voice. I continued trying to push it 
inside my sister's little sex-hole and suddenly I felt 
the most unique feeling of my life as my Willy was in 
the entrance of sis's sex-hole.

Suddenly my Willy seemed to become even harder and then 
it slid deeper inside my sister's Tingly, but not 
without some difficulty. My little sister suddenly was 
shouting and pounding on my back with her hands as I 
pushed as deep in her little pink slot as I could reach 
with my three inches of male preteen firmness. My 
preadolescent cock was lodged as far inside a female as 
it could reach for my length and age and any amount of 
pounding on my back by my sister wasn't going to make 
me pull out of her.

"Ohhhh my... Mike take it out of my Tingly... oh it 
hurts Mike... you must take it out of me... ohhhh!" 

Then as I continued to push my Willy back and forth in 
my little sister, I knew one thing; there was no way I 
was going to stop now. Jennie continued asking me to 
stop hurting her Tingly and she commenced crying.

For perhaps other four minutes I moved my stiff thing 
back and forth in my sister and was like I had done so 
thousands of times previously. For some reason my Willy 
got soft after feeling really funny for a short time. I 
now realize it was from having a non-fluid ejaculation 
release as I wasn't old enough to squirt my juices yet, 
nor knew such things happened.

When I got up from being on top of Jennie, I looked 
down and saw she was bleeding in her sex-hole. I was 
scarred and thought I was killing my little sister as I 
saw blood coming from between her little slot. "Jennie, 
I didn't mean to make you bleed! Are you dying... 
please don't die little sister, I love you," I said as 
I started crying.

With tears in her eyes, Jennie for some reason 
understood why she was bleeding and that she wasn't 
dying. Sitting up on the comforter, Jennie grabbed the 
wash cloth that we had used as a napkin and pushed it 
between her legs. Looking at me she told me, "I'm not 
dying Mike, but you hurt me and you are the first boy 
I've made love with... I guess now I understand what 
Martha and Sara meant about playing husband and wife. 
Mike, you got my virginity... I know something about 
what that means, but maybe you can look on the computer 
and find out about a girl loosing her virginity."

About an hour later we got down from the tree house and 
Jennie and I went in the house and took a shower 
together. This wasn't unusual for us as we occasionally 
still bathed together. Although mom had told us we 
needed to stop bathing together as we were getting to 
old to share the bath. 

I used the shower nozzle to spray warm water over 
Jennie's Tingly and after a while it was no longer 
bleeding. After we left the bathroom and dressed, I 
went to my room and lay on my bed. Then I got up and 
checked out on the computer about a girl loosing her 
virginity.

To my surprise I learned from reading the information 
on the computer screen about a girl losing her 
virginity. Jennie and I were surprised that a girl 
getting her cherry popped was one and the same as 
losing her virginity. The biggest surprise was that 
some girls bleed a lot and some hardly at all and some 
any.

After studying the information on the computer I 
shouted for Jennie to come to my room and we looked at 
the computer screen about a girl loosing her virginity. 
For what reason at the time I didn't understand, but 
after I was older it became clear why Jennie cried from 
having her virginity taken, or her cherry pooped.

Around five in the afternoon, mom called and Jennie 
answered the phone and told her she wanted us to take a 
bath and put on some nice clothes and dad was taking us 
all out to eat. Jennie told me, "Mom said dad has a 
surprise for us, but wants us to be nice and clean. 
Guess we should just get dressed as we already took a 
shower."

When I was undressed, except for my jockey shorts, I 
walked into Jennie's room and saw her standing in just 
her panties. For what reason I don't know but I walked 
over and hugged her. Then I kissed her on the lips and 
said, "I think I love my sister... I really liked what 
we did... it will be another hour before mom and dad 
get home... want to do it again Pretty Sister?"
With a giggle to her voice, Jennie replied to my 
comments, "Only if you don't hurt me this time."

After removing our under garment, I moved with Jennie 
to her bed and after she lay down, I moved on top of 
he. I was already hard when I got on top of her. The 
pain must have been more than I thought as I entered my 
little sister's Tingly, but she endured the act and 
after several minutes she actually whispered to me, "Oh 
Mike... you feel good, but it still hurts from the 
first time... will it stop hurting after we do it a few 
times?"

Although I didn't really know that for certain, I told 
Jennie, "Sure sis, it only hurts the first few times 
and then it feels good for the girl." There something 
about my comment that Jennie thought was funny and she 
laughed and told me, "It hurts and feels good both, and 
can you make your Willy longer in me?"

"Yeah, I will reach inside and stretch it for you... 
your silly Jennie... do you like doing this... is this 
how girls get pregnant, Sis?"

"Yeah, I guess... mom never told me how she got 
pregnant."

My hands somehow got under Jennie and I was holding her 
hips and they felt really great and I told her, "Boy 
are your hips hard and smooth... I like you Jennie... I 
want to kiss you again and..." Without waiting I moved 
my lips to Jennie's soft lips and started kissing her. 
For whatever the reason, I found kissing my sister more 
sinful than the fact we were fucking and I said 
something to the effect, "Is it bad when we kiss... I 
like you lips on mine..."


Chapter Three
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Mom arrived home and as she pulled into the drive 
Jennie and I saw she was alone. Then I heard a horn 
blow and saw dad driving up in a bright red and white 
'55 Chevy convertible. I ran from the house and as dad 
got out of his classic car, dad told me, "Hop-in Mike, 
here get behind the wheel son. Someday when you're old 
enough you'll be taking girls out in this beauty."

Wow! I felt like a million dollars and realized dad was 
telling me that someday the car would be mine and 
without him knowing it, I had not only gotten my first 
automobile, but that day had my first sex, first 
cherry! All this on the same day... life in my mind 
couldn't be any better as I attempted to fathom all 
that had occurred that day.

After we arrived at the restaurant, I heard mom ask my 
sister, "Jennie honey, are you alright... you seem to 
be walking funny... are you constipated again?"

My sister often had trouble with her bowels and had 
been seen by the doctor a couple of times for the 
problem. Doctor Epstein instructed mom to give Jennie 
an enema on various occasions. Somehow I understood the 
true reason my sister was walking funny and it made me 
laugh. 

Mom stopped me from laughing when she said, "Guess I 
will give you a good dose up your ornery-behind when we 
get home, then you won't laugh at your little sister's 
problem, Mr. Mike." That curtailed my laughing as one 
time I had to be cleaned out and I hated it and it made 
my tummy feel like it was cramping during the 
procedure, as mom referred to Jennie's problems.

During the remainder of that summer my sister and I 
didn't engage in intercourse, nor even mess around. 
Jennie did tell me she and Sara had spoken about sex, 
but my sister told me that she asked questions as to 
what it would be like and how did it feel so Sara 
wouldn't know she had done it with someone.

A week before school started my sister and I engaged in 
sex once again. My grandma and her second husband-to-be 
came to visit my mom. They stayed in my room and 
Jennie's room. We convinced mom to let us sleep in the 
tree house and after we pulled the ladder up inside and 
closed the trap door and locked it, we snuggled 
together on the make shift bed. After a while Jennie 
asked if I wanted to play husband and wife as we were 
sleeping together just like mom and dad.

After removing our night clothing, I had no more turned 
toward my sister than I felt her hand grip my Willy. 
Within a few minutes I was stiff and rolled over on top 
of Jennie and eventually got my stiff thing inside her 
Tingly. This time we played at husband and wife for a 
long time and didn't stop until I was worn out from 
working back and forth inside my sister's sex-hole. In 
fact, I had gotten soft and it kept falling out of her.

After a few minutes Jennie asked me if she could do 
something like married couples did and I said, "Isn't 
that what we have been doing?"

"Sure it is silly, but there is something else we can 
do and Martha told me about her doing it with her 
neighbor, Billy Joseph. Imagine the surprise in my nine 
year old brain when Jennie moved down and started 
sucking on my Willy. In no time at all I was extremely 
hard and after she stopped moving her mouth on my 
Willy. Lying on her back, Jennie told me, "Push it in 
me hard and move it really fast and hard this time and 
don't you dare stop after what I just did for you. "

This time when I mounted my little sister I did it to 
her for so long I got sore from moving it in and out of 
her Tingly. Then I got that really weird feeling and my 
body shook from excitement. 

I listened to my sister as she told me, "Gee Mike, you 
making me feel really good, even better than when I rub 
my little spot." when she wrapped her little arms 
around me, Jennie started kissing me and I liked her 
kissing me, so I kept my lips on hers.

My little sister was wiggling around under me like she 
was being electrocuted, and her legs wrapped around my 
back. Suddenly my sister was telling me with a really 
odd sound to her voice, "Oh Mike... move it faster and 
harder... yeahhhh... I like youuuuu... Mike, do it 
harder... I feel so funny Mike... eeeyieee..."

In later life I have come to assume that I gave Jennie 
her first climax from having sex. Although at the time 
I didn't know, and still have no knowledge that my 
sister hadn't enjoyed sex with some other boy from the 
time we first had sex. I believe she likely messed 
around with someone when she stayed overnight with Sara 
or Martha. Jennie never volunteered to speak on this 
subject and I have never asked, but she told me during 
high school that she wanted sex with someone other than 
me.

One summer afternoon my sister and I were having a bit 
to eat at the local hangout and Jennie asked, "Mike 
would you get mad at me if I did it with someone else? 
I sure would like to know what it feels like with other 
guys... have you done it with another girl... 
especially with Linda Spaulding... she is a real bitch 
and does it with all the guys. Should I do it with 
someone else...? I don't want you to be mad at me Mike, 
what should I do... tell me..."

"You're old enough to figure that out on your own... I 
can't tell my sister to have sex with another guy... 
and no I haven't been with "Spreading Spaulding" and 
just remember, we've been careful... don't get the 
tummy like your friend Martha... gawd damn... she is 
fourteen and has a baby... do you know who the father 
is of her little boy?"

"No, but I'll bet it was her cousin Dutch who made her 
pregnant."

"You're kidding... Dutch McNeal... hell he is like in 
his twenties, he is old to be with Martha... gee," I 
replied.

"Mike I'm scarred to do it with someone else... I have 
tiny boobs and only a wisp of hair. You even said my 
Tingly wasn't growing much fuzz on it, remember? 

"Sure I've said that a lot, but I always get excited 
when I look between your cute legs. Hey sis, how many 
times do you think we've done it together... it has 
been five years that I have been doing you. Man, have 
you any idea how many times you've let me up inside 
you. It feels really great... maybe I would rather you 
wouldn't do it with another guy."

"Even if I'm only twelve... you still like me... my 
bumps will never grow... you really like my little bit 
of hair...? Do you know I haven't started my periods 
yet? Mom is taking me to see Doctor Epstein next week. 
She will know I've been having sex and if I do it with 
someone else, that way mom won't know it has been with 
you."

"You haven't started the curse yet... I didn't know 
that..."

"Would you like to do it in the tree house again...? 
Mike we haven't done it there for a long time... not 
even last summer... want to go home and get in the tree 
house and...?"

I still remember my sister asking me to do her in our 
tree house and after finishing our lunch we headed for 
home. That afternoon the world shook and trembled for 
me like never before. To this day I recall the 
experience with my sister and how I felt as we messed 
around in our kiddy tree house.

After undressing, I watched my sister as she took my 
thing in her mouth and kind of moved all around on it. 
Now that I'm experienced I understand Jennie never gave 
me a true blow job, or at least during our younger 
years. That day my Willy felt really different as my 
sister seemed to make her mouth tighter on me and moved 
her mouth up and down on my hard thing.

Shortly after, and I recall I had turned thirteen in 
May and it was now July, so I was three months past 
turning thirteen when my world exploded. When I eased 
my Willy up inside Jennie she started speaking to me 
differently than she ever had, or so it seemed to me as 
I remember that afternoon.

"Ohhhh Mike, you bigger today than you've ever been. It 
has been over a month since we have done it and you're 
bigger down there now. Oh gee you're really deep or 
something this time. I like how you feel and you can do 
it harder if you want augh Mike! Yeah Mike, do it like 
that," my sister had said as I was working it in and 
out faster and harder.

Suddenly my body seemed to become rigid and my Willy 
felt like it was going to blow apart. Then I shouted 
out as I ejaculated for the first time in my life and 
it was inside my little sister. "Jennie... aughhhhh 
Jennie... I'm doing it for the first time... I'm 
coming... coming some more. Oh Jennie I love you... I'm 
getting my first come... in you... nowwwww gee, 
Jennie!"

After going off for the first time, and how I knew that 
was what I was doing I've never known. Guess that is 
just part of growing up when you're a kid and you have 
spoken about the thing would happen some day, and then 
it did. For a few minutes I lie on top of Jennie and 
remember how in the past the "dry comes" were great, 
but this one was a "wet come" and I was at last a man 
and got my nuts off.

""Something is wrong Mike... did you pee in me, I feel 
something running from my Tingly" Jennie asked me?

Rolling over off my sister, I sat up and looked between 
her legs. There was my first come running from her 
little pink hole. There was a thin-white-like substance 
oozing from her little pussy, and it was making the few 
hairs on the top of her thing look funny.

"Jennie you made me come... I got my first come today 
and it feels like the world exploded... did you feel me 
come in you... could you feel it make you wet inside?"

"Not really but you sure made it feel good. Mike. You 
ready to do it again?"

That afternoon we did it four times and I felt like a 
real man. That night Jennie and I took a bath together 
before going to bed. While we were in the bathing in 
the tub, I had a boner on constantly during our washing 
off. Just as I was about to ask Jennie if she would 
like to have sex again, Mon walked into the bathroom.

Mom sat down on the toilet and looked at us and asked 
very softly, "Have you two been taking a bath together 
all these years? Maybe it isn't such a good idea, as I 
can see your growing up Mikey."

My mom always called me Mikey and I knew she meant my 
Willy was like an adults. Did she know sis and I were 
having sex? Then mom told us both to stand up in the 
tub and face her.

"You two are growing and I want to point out something 
to you both. You're not in trouble, but I guess I need 
to explain a few things. Mike, see your sister has 
started to develop and her breasts have formed small 
buds. And I see she has a little patch of hair growing 
on her female part. And you my dear son are pointing a 
very dangerous weapon out and up from your body. Have 
you started to ejaculate... you know squirt stuff from 
your manhood... you're a big boy now Mike. Both of you 
are growing must stop bathing together."

Instead of telling my sister and me to stop bathing 
together, mom finally said we could still wash 
together, but hoped we didn't cause problems by telling 
anyone else about our habits. Both Jennie and I swore 
to never tell and before long Jennie had mom explain 
about a girl getting pregnant and what all must happen 
before a girl can become an expectant mother. 

Hearing her definition of how a boy's stuff contains 
semen and when it is inside the girl, she can have her 
eggs federalized. That story at first scarred me as I 
thought I had made my sister pregnant, but mom cleared 
that up when it was decided that my sister was still 
too young to have a baby.

Until she was nearly eighteen my sister didn't have a 
period. When she went to the doctor at age twelve, she 
was told by Doctor Epstein that she was normal and not 
to worry about her periods. Jennie was embarrassed when 
Doctor Epstein spoke to her about putting things up 
inside her vagina. Hearing my little sister tell me 
what the doctor said to her made me laugh, and Jennie 
was mad at me for thinking it was funny.

"You won't believe this, but Doctor Epstein was looking 
up in me and she had this shinny metal thing that she 
put in me and it pushed me open down there. I about 
died when the doctor said I could hurt myself with 
carrots or other things by pushing them up inside my 
vagina."

"She really told you that... really?"

"Oh yea, and that wasn't all. Doctor Epstein whispered 
as she was checking me and told me," 'You must be 
careful if some boy should put his penis in you... you 
might get pregnant... although it might be a few years 
before you start you periods from what I see in my 
examination. Jennie, from what I see you must have been 
doing things for a few years now... is it only with 
some object and not a boy?"

I listened as my sister told me these things and 
thought that she had informed the doctor about she and 
I having sex. Instead Jennie told me, "I told Doctor 
Epstein that I only put things in me and hadn't done it 
with boys my age, but please don't tell mom."


Chapter Four 
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I guess I got ahead of my story, but after our first 
experiences we enjoyed our sex together often.

The next morning I heard mom calling us to wake up and 
come in for breakfast. We were still nude from last 
night and I had a stiffly and asked Jennie if we could 
do it again before going in the house. This time was 
even better than before and both of us got some form of 
pleasure from working our sex things together. Later we 
found out we were having what amounted to climaxes, 
even though I didn't ejaculate, but evidently Jennie 
got off from her clitoris being stimulated, even if she 
was only eight years old.

Our grandma stayed for four days and Jennie and I slept 
together the total time in the tree house. We became 
adapt at what felt the best when I would move my Willy 
inside my sister's sex-hole. The last night we spent in 
the tree house was exciting as something we hadn't 
thought of or considered took place. We were looking 
out the window of our house in the air and we saw the 
drapes on the windows in our parent's room weren't 
closed.

"Look Mike... there is mom and dad. They are 
undressing..."

"Jezz, yea... maybe we shouldn't watch." Yet neither of 
us made a move to stop looking at the house. Although 
it was a fairly long way to the house, we could still 
see our parents undress and then the shocker of all 
times hit us. From what we could see, it appeared that 
dad was kissing mom's breasts and then her stomach and 
then we could no longer see them and determined they 
must have moved to the bed. Then the lights went out. 

That night my sister and I had lots of discussion about 
what we had seen and I kissed Jennie's tiny nips and 
then her tummy.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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