Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 12:18:08 -0800 (PST) From: Jane Stephens Subject: Spying on Sister (Hi, it's me again. This story may or may not be part of a series, depending on the response I get. As usual, comments are welcome at jsher2003@yahoo.com. Enjoy!) SPYING ON SISTER by little lez janie (c) November 2000 Twelve-year-old Christine was in a state of confusion as she sat at the breakfast table before school. Her mind wandered back to the previous night. She remembered stripping down to her pink cotton panties and pausing to admire her newly-developing breasts in the mirror, then putting on an oversized t-shirt just before she crawled into bed. This was her nightly routine after brushing her teeth and washing her face; nothing unusual there. She remembered lying there and reading a portion of her juvenile romance novel, then turning out the light and trying to sleep. She remembered an unusual tingling sensation in a place she hadn't tingled before. She recalled how, without even thinking, she had reacted by dropping her left hand beneath the covers and rubbing it across the crotch of her panties, and how she felt an unusual dampness there. Christine played the scene over and over in her mind, reliving the minutes she spent rubbing her crotch until she suddenly felt incredibly guilty and stopped, forcing herself to close her eyes and try to sleep. "What would mom and dad think if they knew what I just did?" she asked herself silently. Christine had devoutly religious parents and, although such things had never been verbally forbidden, somehow Christine knew that they would not approve of her touching herself in that way. Still, the girl struggled with the night's events until it was time to leave for school. Christine thanked her lucky stars it was Friday as she grabbed her jacket, checked her short auburn hair in the mirror and headed for her sister's car; at least she had a whole weekend to make sense of things. In the car, Christine unwillingly continued her inner battle until she was brought back to attention by her sixteen-year-old sister, Beth. "You're awfully quiet this morning," said the cute older girl, without a lot of concern in her voice. "Yeah, I guess I'm just tired," muttered Christine. That was the end of the conversation in the car; Christine tried to prepare her mind for school, and Beth told herself over and over how embarrassing it was to have to drop off her seventh-grade sister at the junior high school; after all, she was now in the 11th grade. Beth stopped the car at the door and said shortly, "Well, see ya later." Christine stepped out and trudged inside, not even bothering to thank her sister for the ride. The younger girl was a little early for school, so she searched out her two best friends. Laura and Jessica (or Jess, for short) were both eighth-graders. Jess was known among her circle of friends as a quiet, innocent type; she had only recently experienced her first kiss. Laura was totally different; earlier in the year, she had dated a high school freshman, and it was said that she was no longer a virgin, a rumor she would neither confirm nor deny. Laura was the one Christine needed to talk to, she assured herself. She had the opportunity when Jess excused herself to the restroom. Grabbing Laura's arm, Christine led her to a nearby stairwell, where she said, "I need to talk to you." Barely keeping herself from crying, Christine spilled her whole story about the night before. Laura smiled and said, "You mean, you've never touched yourself before?" When Christine shook her head no, the older girl chuckled and tried to explain to her that it was OK. With only a few minutes to spare, Laura tried to explain the concept of masturbation to the fascinated girl. Soon, it was time for class. "I'll explain more after school," Laura called over her shoulder as she disappeared into her classroom. Christine had trouble concentrating during her first three classes. She thought about what Laura had told her: that masturbating was kind of like having sex with yourself, and that almost everybody does it. At lunch, the girl discovered that Laura had gone home sick. The prospect of a whole weekend of unanswered questions was a bit upsetting for Christine. After struggling through the rest of the day, it was time to go home. Christine walked home that day, because Beth had cheerleading practice after school. When she got to the front door, Christine's mother informed her that Jess was waiting on the phone for her. "Hi, want to sleep over tonight?" Jess inquired after she answered. Christine checked with her mother and told Jess that she would love to. She quickly packed an overnight bag (shorts, t-shirt, toothbrush and a few Playstation games to play) and waited for her friend's mother to pick her up. The evening did help take Christine's mind off of her struggles. She and her friend played games, ate pizza and watched movies; typical sleepover stuff. They slept until nearly noon, when Jess' mother woke Christine up. She informed the girl that her parents had went out to dinner in a nearby town and that Beth was gone to the mall with some friends. Jess' mother was getting ready to leave for the store, so Christine dressed, said goodbye to Jess and caught a ride home. When they pulled into the driveway, Christine was puzzled to see Beth's car home. Her sister usually drove when she went somewhere with friends because she had the nicest car. Shrugging it off, the girl unlocked the front door and carried her bag into her house. She was met with a strange sound; she couldn't put her finger on it. It sounded like a man and a woman screaming. At first, she was disgusted to think that her parents may be home and in their bedroom, unaware of her return, but then she realized the sound was coming from the other end of the house, where the other two bedrooms were. Tiptoing down the hall, Christine saw a faint light coming from her sister's room on the left. Peeping inside, the girl noticed that the curtains were closed tight, making the TV the only light in the room. She then noticed the image on the television; she was shocked to see a man a woman savagely having sex. Christine's only sexual know-how had come from her sixth grade sex education class, but she knew that's what they were doing. The man's "erect penis" (as the class would have called it) was sliding in and out of the woman's vagina, and both were screaming in passion. Finally, Christine looked at the figure lying on the bed. It was Beth; she was lying on her belly at the foot of the bed (which was the reason she couldn't see Christine in the doorway), with all of her clothes in the floor. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her knees were tucked underneath her, causing her butt to rise up in the air. Christine could see her sister's hand working away between her legs; every so often, she would switch hands and lick the one that had just been there. After only a few seconds of watching this scene, the younger girl felt the same tingling between her legs that had taunted her earlier in the week. Common sense prevailed, however, and she determined that this would be her means of learning how to masturbate. Before long, however, her watch-and-learn mentality gave way to an unbearable desire to be touched. She silently slipped her hand into the waist of her jeans and found her young slit; she was surprised at the wetness. She continued silently rubbing as her sexy older sister fucked herself to the movie on the television. Soon, Beth began to moan. The moans grew louder and louder until they became a long scream. Finally, the older girl relaxed and licked her hand clean one last time before reaching for the remote control that lay beside her. Sizing up the situation, Christine reluctantly withdrew her hand from her virgin cunt and tiptoed back down the hallway and slipped outside quietly. She locked the door behind her and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Beth appeared at the door. "Where's your key?" she demanded. "I think I left it in my room," answered the younger girl. "I thought you were going to the mall." Beth flinched as she tried to think of a story. "Uh, I am. I just got up and I was getting ready to go take a shower." Christine walked past her sister and smiled as she retreated to her room. Soon, Beth left. Christine gave her a few minutes to make sure she wasn't coming back for anything, then she headed for Beth's room, hoping against hope that the movie was still there. After a little searching, she found it, behind some books on her sister's bookshelf. She popped it in and settled on Beth's bed after removing her clothes. As the first scene began, a woman was dancing in front two men, occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal her naked pussy to them. Christine spread her legs and examined her own womanhood. She noticed that dark hair was beginning to grow, just like the woman in the movie. When the two men started fucking the woman, Christine positioned herself on the bed just as she had seen her sister do. This, however, was unsuccessful for her, so she turned around and lay on her back with her legs wide open. She began to mimic her sister's hand movements, until that scene ended and a new one started. This one featured two women masturbating while a third woman sucked a guy's dick. Christine began to do exactly what the two women did, and before long she had a nice rhythm going as she caressed her throbbing clit. After a few moments, her hand began to move faster and faster until the young girl felt a new feeling welling up inside her body. She knew she was too far along to stop now, so she continued rubbing. Christine heard a scream come from her mouth that was very similar to her sister's earlier. The feeling seemed to go on forever, but finally she came back down to the ground, or so it seemed. From that day forward, the young girl never again felt bad for making herself feel so good. She told Laura about her experience at school the next Monday. By the end of the year, she had masturbated with both Laura and Jess (who, it turns out, wasn't so innocent), and over that summer, the three of them had other first experiences.