My Sister Lizzy [MF] [MM] [BDSM] [M18] [F21]

My name is Frank and I have a story to tell you.
Growing up I idolized my sister.
Lizzy was three years older then I and my best friend.
Always helping my with my homework and my protector.

We lived with our mom in a rural area in a farm community.
Our home and land had been in the family for five generations.
Mom was divorced and worked two jobs to keep our home and land from the bank.

Because of this my sister took charge of raising me and looking after the house.
What we lacked in money we more than made up for in friends and family.

Mom did have a boyfriend Steve.
They had a very casual friendship.
I don’t think ether of them had planned to become more serious than friendship and the occasional night between the sheets.

Lizzy was by far the most beautiful and popular girl in school, every boy with nerve enough would try to get her to go out with them.
Lizzy spent a lot of time fending off her suitors.   

Try as they might, she was faithful to her boyfriend Dave.
Dave didn’t have a jealous bone in his body, he loved the idea that other tried and failed to win her favor.

I liked him a lot, when he was over at our house he would spend time with me playing catch or going down to the pond on our back forty to go swimming.
He and Lizzy had been friends forever, I don’t remember a time when they weren’t a pair.

As we grew up it was Lizzy who made sure that I was fed, dressed and ready for school.
The two of us had adjoining room and shared as bathroom.
She would often wake me up by ripping the blankets off my bed and jumping onto it and sometimes rolling me off the end of the bed.
This proved to be an effective method of waking me from my slumber. 

If it were up to me I would sleep the day away.
As it was, her methods would jolt me awake in an instant.

After she was sure I was awake, she would be the first to hit the shower and ready herself for the day.
If she was feeling in a good mood she made certain that she saved enough hot water for my turn.

However sometimes she was in a mischievous mood and would time it so that I had just enough hot water for the first few minutes, thereafter she would get a kick out of hearing me yelp as the cold water hit my skin.  

When that happened I could see in my mind, a sly smile cross her face as she contemplated my reaction.
That’s OK I would find a way to even the score.
We both had a tendency to pull pranks on each other but more on that later.

Because we shared one bathroom it wasn’t uncommon for us to walk around in our underwear going from bedroom to bathroom or each others room.
That was just normal, neither of us thought anything of it.

But that began to change as we got older.
Lizzy began to mature, her body
changing before mine did.
Lizzy went from wearing t-shirts under her blouse to bras.

Now she didn’t have big tits, just little “A” cups, but they were tits nonetheless.
As her body began to develop I began to see her in a different light. 

Lizzy was an even five foot tall and weighed about one hundered pounds, she had an athletic body due to her constant work on the schools track team.

As I began to notice the changes in her I began to notice that I would become aroused by seeing her in the morning as we were in the bathroom getting ready for the day.
On occasion we would be standing at the sink brushing our teeth, she would be wearing only her bra and panties.

Just yesterday as we were sharing the sink I was looking at her dressed in almost nothing and became aroused developing an erection.

When this happened I had to turn my back to her pretending that I was looking for something in the linen closet.
“What are you looking for?” Lizzy asked.
”I was just getting a fresh washcloth.” I responded.

I spent the next couple of minutes messing around in the closet trying to get my hard on under control.
When I finally went back to the sink Lizzy was finishing up and left the room.
What the hell is wrong with me, I thought that’s my sister?
Why did I get a hard on?

I mean this is my sister for gods sake. But it didn’t stop there, every so often out of the blue I would be thinking of her and it would happen again.

This morning Lizzy came running into my room to wake me up, as she entered she yelled,
“Hey squirt, wake up your going to be late for school.”
Grabbing the blanket she pulled it off of me, and as luck would have it I had a morning boner.
As she turned back to me she saw my erection and let out a small gasp.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize, Oh shit.”
While she was making her apologies I was desperately trying to cover myself.
The only thing I could find at hand fast enough was a pair of boxer shorts on the floor next to my bed.
As I threw these over my dick it only made matters worse, the shorts didn’t really cover anything,
they just looked like a flagpole with the flag waving in the wind.

At least this broke the tension, when she saw this she began to laugh as she left the room.
Later that afternoon when we alone Lizzy came to me wanting to talk.
“Listen squirt, I’m sorry that I embarrassed you this morning, I didn’t expect that you would be in that how should I say “state.”  
“By the way I’m impressed, your body may be small but your you know what is pretty good size.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, we went swimming at the pond and spent the day sunning ourselves and dodging our chores.

Lizzy was wearing a tiny bikini, that showed off her athletic figure.
Every time she moved it would pull up into her ass and she would have to pull it out of her bottom.
Watching her do this had an effect that kept me turning my back to her every time she looked my way.
Her top wasn’t a problem, her boobs were small enough that there was never a chance that they would pop out.

We were splashing around trying to dunk each other.
One time I had grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down under the water and as she tried to claw her way up she grabbed my legs to get some leverage.
As she did this her hand grabbed the front of my shorts, in doing this her hand ran down the front and momentarily ran her hand against my cock.
This had the effect that one would expect.

The next moment she again tried to get some leverage, this time when her hand brushed against my cock I knew she felt my hard on because she lingered there for just a moment longer then necessary.

Getting out of the water to rest on the grass took me a little longer due to the prominent bulge. 
As we were laying there Lizzy asked, 
“Once again I’m sorry for this morning, were you having wet dream, or what?”
“No, it just happens sometime when I wake up, I don’t have any control over it.
And I guess it was kind of funny when you think about it.
I mean here I was trying to hide it and I only made it worse by tossing my boxers over it.” I said.

As Lizzy looked over at me she said, 
“I don’t know why you should be embarrassed.
I used to bathe you when you were younger and it didn’t embarrass me then.”
“Yeah, I know it’s just that you caught me off guard.
I was asleep and didn’t even know I was hard when you ripped the blanket off and then I looked down and saw it, that’s when I freaked a bit.”

“OK, I get it, just don’t worry about it, you don’t have to be concerned.
I do have a question thou, does that happen a lot?
“Well, it has happened more lately and I don’t know why, I’ll wake up and there it is.
I think it has a mind of it’s own and does what it wants to, I chuckled.”  

A couple of days later I was getting ready for the day, brushing my teeth when Lizzy came into the bathroom.
She was dressed once again in her bra and panties.
As she grabbed her toothbrush she playfully nudged me away from the sink with her hips, so of course I had to nudge her back.

This led to a bit of horseplay as we tried to nudge each other for the best position at the sink.
As we were playing my dick sprang to life again.

As soon as I felt this I tried to turn away.
However she saw what was happening and stopped what she was doing and went back to brushing her teeth, while every once in awhile sneaking a peek at my hard on.

A few day later as we were in the bathroom we repeated the same ritual of us trying to gain control of the sink.
And yes, I once again got hard.
Lizzy finished her brushing and said she was going to take her shower first.

Without waiting for me to leave the bathroom as she would normally do, she stripped off her bra and panties right in front of me and hopped into the shower.
This was not helping me get rid of my hard on at all, if anything I just gained an inch.
While I was finishing up I kept watching her silhouette through the shower curtain.
I could see just enough to make out her figure and where her hands were moving.

I watched as she soaped up her body, taking time to lather up her little boobs and then snake between her legs.
I was getting ready to leave the room and decided to prank her.
As I went out the door I flushed the toilet.
This had the predicted result, I heard a scream followed by “You little fucker.”
Laughing my ass off I retreated to my room and got dressed.

At breakfast she said “Just you wait, I plan on revenge for that prank maybe today maybe tomorrow,
I promise I’ll get you back.”
Nothing happened for the next couple of days so I figured she had forgotten her threat.

I was wrong, three days later I was getting out of the shower and reached for a towel, but there wasn’t one hanging on the rack.
Going to the closet I discovered there were none in there either.
Going into my room I discovered that Lizzy had taken all my clothes and anything I could use to cover myself away and hid them somewhere.

From downstairs I heard Lizzy yelling, “Everything is downstairs in the basement, you have to go as you are to get them.”
“That’s not fair, you’ve gone to far!” I yelled back.
“Tough shit!” Was her retort.
So I screwed up my courage and headed downstairs.

As I got to the bottom of the stairs Lizzy was waiting, from behind her back she pulled out her Polaroid instant camera.
She got off three quick shots before I could grab it.

As I rounded the corner I discovered Lizzy had upped the ante, she had put every chair she could find between me and the stairs going down to the laundry room.

So here I am bare assed naked trying to navigate my way through Lizzy’s home made maze.
What was Lizzy doing while this was happening?
Why she was laughing her ass off of course.
I decided that I wasn’t going to let her see me embarrassed.

So I stopped trying to untangle the chairs and went into the living room and sat my naked butt down on the sofa, turned on the TV and began to watch a movie.
“What are you doing, aren’t you going to get your clothes?”
“Nope, I going to watch a movie.
I don’t need clothes for that.” I said.
“I sat there for a few minutes before she said,
“OK, fine you win, I’ll go get your clothes.” She said.
Returning from the basement she carried a basket with my clothes.

As I picked out what I was going to wear today, Lizzy said,  “Lets call a truce OK, if you’ll pardon the pun, you got a lot of balls.”
“Thanks, I think.”
I got myself dressed and went on with my day.

Later that evening while mom was at work I was in my room playing video games when Lizzy knocked on the door and asked if she could come in.
I told her it was OK.
Lizzy came in and plopped down on the bed next to me.
“Look, I’m sorry for going overboard on the revenge bit, but I just thought it would be funny to see you naked and in a panic.
It wasn’t fair and I wanted to apologize.”
“That’s OK, it was kind of funny in retrospect.” I answered.

“Can I ask you a question, I can’t help but notice that you have been getting a boner whenever we are together in the bathroom.
So my question is, do you get hard when you are around other girls or just me?”

“Well, if you want the truth it’s you.
I never felt that before but when I see you half dressed or when I think of you I get a boner.
I’m sorry if that bothers you.”  I said.  

“To tell the truth, I’m kind of flattered, I mean I never see other boys have that reaction and it says to me that someone thinks I’m beautiful even if it’s my brother, so thanks.”
“Your welcome, any time.”

“You know  the other day I said I was impressed with it’s size, I was telling the truth.
The few I’ve seen were in videos, outside of you I’ve never seen one in person. 
Can I ask you a favor?”
What’s that?” I asked.
“Well this is kind of hard to ask but can I see it again?”
I told her I didn’t think this was a good idea.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it already.”
It took about ten minutes of begging before I relented.
Getting off the bed I undid the string on my shorts and lowered them to the floor.

I moved closer to the bed and Lizzy bent over to get a better look.  
“Would it be OK if I touched it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Lizzy scooted forward and sat on the edge of the bed.
Reaching out she was a bit tentative as she took her fingers and touched my cock.

Almost immediately my cock sprung to life, sticking upward and beginning to pulse as she gently touched it with her fingertips.
“That’s so cool, what does it feel like when I touch you?”

“It feels electric, every time you touch me I feel like I want to shove my hips forward, like I have no control over my wanting to drive forward.
My cocks in charge and I’m just along for the ride. 
“I like the way your touching me, it sends shivers up my back and makes my legs weak.”
As I said this I saw Lizzy smile.

“Um, how do you make yourself cum?”
I told her if she kept doing what she was doing she would find out soon enough.

With that she wrapped her fingers around and began to stroke me faster.
“Hold on a second, your rubbing me raw, you need something to lube it.”
Immediately spiting on her hand she resumed her stroking.
In response I let out a series of moans and my legs beginning to shake.

As she stroked me faster I told her I was about to cum.
Faster she went, until I said “I’m cumming!”
Bang, I went off like a rocket.

The aftermath was Lizzy getting soaked from her chin down to her boobs.
“That’s so cool, I didn’t know there would be so much or that there was so much force,
I could feel it pulse and shoot through your cock as you came!”

As she was talking she reached over for some tissues and began to clean herself up, followed by her taking another tissue and cleaning me up.

Moment later we heard the front door open and Steve calling out asking where everyone was.
Lizzy dived into the bathroom to clean up as I quickly struggled to get my shorts back on.
“I’m up here, I’ll be down in a second.” I said.
We were lucky, most of the time Steve would call and ask if mom was home before he came over.

I had mixed opinions as far as Steve was concerned, he was a nice enough guy but he had a bit of a strict side.
One time he caught me messing around with some fireworks and almost tore my arm off yanking me back to our house where he pulled me across his lap yanked down my pants and spanked me red and throbbing to punish me. Then he told mom to punish me.

One time Lizzy told me that he gave her the creeps.
When one day when we were swimming he kept looking at her in a way that made her feel weird. 

As I came downstairs Steve asked when our mom would be home.
When I told him that mom was working a double shift today and wouldn’t be home until 3am.
As soon as I told him this he hit the fridge, took a couple of beers and left.
As he was backing out of the driveway I saw him pound back one of the beers and toss the can out on the street.

Lizzy came out of her room after Steve left.
When I came back to my room Lizzy said that was strange, Steve knew that mom was working late.
“He gives me the creeps, he’s always trying to get me alone, I just make sure that I’m around others when he’s near me.” Lizzy said.
“I know what you mean, one time he spanked me and then he spent a few moments rubbing my bottom afterwards.” I told her.

A couple of days later Lizzy and I were walking to the pond through the old Christmas tree farm. 
The tree farm had been abandoned for years, when you walked through acres of tall pine trees, there was almost no sound, the fallen pine needles absorbed most of the sound one might make.
Also it was dark even at noon, the trees were so tall and thick they tended to block out the sunlight.
One other thing, all the trees were in rows so long you couldn’t see the end of the lane.

Every once in awhile when the weather was nice I would sneak out of the house around 1am, and walk through the grove naked.
It was an incredible feeling, walking naked at night through the silent woods. 

When we reached the pond Lizzy and I began to strip off our outer clothes.
As I got down to my swim trunks, I turned around and saw that Lizzy had stripped totally naked. 

“Wow, where is your swimsuit? You can’t go naked !”
“Why do I need a suit, there’s nobody around to see me for miles except you and I don’t care if you see me naked.
And for that matter why don’t you lose your swimsuit, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

It took a bit of coaxing before I would strip naked for her, but I eventually did. 
When I was naked the inevitable occurred, I sprung a boner.
It didn’t help that I was seeing Lizzy naked and up close.

As we splashed around there were moments when we were pressed up against each other, like when we tried to dunk each other.
One time we were neck deep and just talking to each other when I felt her touching my cock under the water.

Every time we were close enough she would touch me.
One time my back was to her and I felt her playing with my bottom.
She would run her fingers between my cheeks and then rub my bottom.
That felt so incredible, I just wanted her to keep doing that, but I didn’t say anything, I just let her do as she pleased.

As we faced each other in that neck deep water Lizzy took my hand and placed it on her boobs.
For a moment I was stunned, here was the boobs I dreamed of not quite flat chested but just enough that I could cup her boob and play with her nipples.

Those nipples made up for her lack of boobs, they were like large pencil erasers, darker then the rest of her chest and would grow larger and stiffer when she was aroused.

While I couldn’t see them while underwater I could feel them harden as I stroked and played with them.
Each time I touched her nipples she would allow a little hiss and a moan.

After a few minutes she took my hands away and brought my hand downward.
Oh shit I thought she’s going to let me touch her down there! 
Dragging my hand along her stomach, she teased me by just grazing her pussy with my finger tips then pulling my hand away after a second or two.
She was using my hand to drive herself crazy.

Finally, she took my hand and placed it so that I was cupping her pussy.
If she was moaning before she was supercharged now.

Taking her hand away, I took that as a signal to take mine away also.
“No, keep your hand there, just rub me.”
Even though we were in the water I could feel her pussy getting wetter and slicker.
I decided to go for broke, I ran my finger between those lips and begin to work it into her.
While I was doing this I kept watching her face, her eyes were closed and her body was beginning to shake.

Suddenly she took one hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock, with her other hand she reached around and pulled me into a hug.
We were chest to chest.
This made it as bit harder to play with her but it also let her reach around and play with my bottom.
I could feel her fingers between my cheeks alternately spreading them and then squeezing them.
When I felt her push a finger into my bottom my cock got harder than ever before. 

While it was incredibly awkward, I managed to get my other arm around her back to play with her bottom. 
Every move she made I did my best to copy. 
When she spread her fingers in the crack of my bottom, I did the same to her.
When I pushed one finger into her bottom and another into her pussy, she went absolutely nuts.

As she bounced up and down on my finger her breathing began to come in short gasps, until finally her body stiffened and she fell into my arms.
“Holy Shit, I’ve never cum like that before.” She said.
If you weren’t here to hold me up I probably would have just sunk into the pond and drowned, except if you weren’t here I would never have cum like that.

A bit later after more splashing, dunking and touching we climbed up on the bank to dry off and relax.
As we lay there I couldn’t help but look at Lizzy’s body.
Turning on my side I asked Lizzy if what we were doing was wrong?

“I think it depends on how you look at it.
I mean it’s not like we’re planning to get married or have children together.

While we were warming ourselves in the sun, we spent some time cuddling.
This of course had the predictable outcome of making me dick hard once again.
Lizzy asked me if I had cum earlier while I we were playing around in the pond.  
“No I was spending my time making you happy.” I told her.

“Lay back and close your eyes, I’m want to try doing something I hadn’t done before, I hope I do it right.”
Laying back in the warm sun I closed my eyes as Lizzy began to stroke my cock.
As it grew I wondered what she had in mind.

Moments late I felt an incredibly warm and wet feeling engulf my cock.
Lizzy had slid her mouth over my cock and was giving me my very first blow-job.
Never had I felt anything like this before, it felt soft and silky the warmth spread the whole length of my cock.

“Oh my God Lizzy, that’s incredible, I heard others try to describe what a blow-job felt like but the reality is way beyond what I had imagined.”
“Shut up, just lay back and enjoy.
This is the first blow-job I have ever given and I want to do it right so just be quiet please.” 

I couldn’t keep quiet, the moaning just poured out of me non-stop.
I had a hard time laying still and this was causing Lizzy a problem, so to keep me still she climbed up and draped herself over my legs keeping them trapped under her as she did her thing.

Every once in a while she would just spend a few minuets licking the head or the shaft.
Taking just the head between her lips and swirl her tongue around the head.
This wonderful feeling should last forever I thought.
If I died from pleasure overload, well so be it, at least I died happy.

Lizzy kept up the blow-job for about ten minutes before I could no longer keep myself under control.
The feeling was building up it started deep inside me, like a rubber band stretched longer and longer.
One end attached to my ass the other to the head of my cock.
My breathing quickened my legs began to shake and my balls and cock began to tremble.

“Lizzy, I’m cummmming!!!!”
The rubber band snapped, and when it went the blast erupted.
I could feel my balls contracting as they tried to pump out as much cum as possible with as much force as possible, my hips pumping in rhythm with the pulsing.

I heard Lizzy trying to keep up with the cum shooting out of my cock, Umph, Umph, Umph, that was the sound coming out of her as she tried to swallow it all.
As my orgasm subsided she kept her mouth around my cock as it deflated.
When at last I looked down at her she took her mouth off me and used her finger to wipe the cum that was dripping from the corners of her mouth and chin and lick it up the last remnants of my orgasm.
I was spent, I swear I had just run a 10k marathon.

“Lizzy, that was fucking amazing!” 
“Anytime you feel the need, PLEASE feel free to indulge yourself giving me a blow-job.”   
Lizzy told me she thought that cum would taste horrible, but she was wrong, it tasted salty but wonderful, she especially liked the silky feel of cum in her mouth.

“I think Dave is going to be surprised next time we go out, and to think I denied myself and Dave this pleasure, I’m done being a “good girl.” ”  

 

        

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