Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 10:43:31 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Sweet Little Sister

I never realized how gorgeous my little sister was until I turned 12.
Almost instantly, I developed a crush on the blond pixie. I fell in love
with her cute smile, her never-cut blond locks, and her delicious little
body that I never once thought it was wrong to lust after.

Missy and I grew up nudists in a tiny village in Vermont having only a
pair of shoes and a pair of winter boots; our parents encouraged us to be
nude, and we loved it. They home-schooled us, as most parents do in our
village, and everyone in town is very friendly toward nudity. They told
me that I would have lots of chances to see all I wanted of the boys,
having no idea I was into girls, one in particular.

I was scared to make a move on her. Come on; she was eight, and she
probably didn't understand what sex was. Still, she was impossible to
resist, especially since she climbed into bed with me every night -
naked.

Missy and I always slept with her back pressed to my stomach. For most of
my childhood, that feeling was very conforting and secure; now, all I
could think about was how beautiful she was. Her hair dangled around my
bare breasts, and her tight, sexy butt backed into me. She might have
been young, but she knew how to drive me wild.

A few weeks passed, and I didn't try anything, even though I wanted to. I
couldn't sleep. Missy was just so incredibly sexy, and all I thought
about was how I wanted her. So I got up and headed in the other room to
clear my thoughts.

I passed my parents' room on the way, and I knew they were still up. I
overheard them chatting. Usually I don't listen, but i had nothing else
to do and I had to take my mind off my sister. Some idle chatter about
money or the next year of school might be good for me.

As I overheard my mom speak, I was pretty sure I heard her say,

'Would it be that bad to encourage Chasey to experiment with girls? We
don't want her to end up pregnant, and I know she's at such a curious
age.'

And then chimes in my dad,

'I just don't want it to hurt her relationships with her other friends,
though.'

And then I almost passed out as Mom said,

'Well, why not have her play around with Missy? Sure, Missy's young, but
she's so mature, and Chasey just loves her.'

As my mom and dad agreed to let me play around with Missy, I went back to
bed and curled up next to my little sister, who didn't seem to budge. I
was ready to drift off to sleep when I felt Missy wake up. She's such a
sound sleeper that I jumped a bit, but she turned around and smiled.

She kissed me right on the lips. I kissed back, not feeling nervous about
it at all.

I let her take the lead, and she did, and it was magical. She kissed like
an experienced pro; she used tongue and everything. She cuddled up to me
as she tongued me, and she even grabbed my developing butt. I did the
same to her. I had no idea there was this side to her. We kissed for what
felt like all night, moaning to each other, and when I realized what was
going on, our make-out session had gone from sweet and sensuous to very
hot and heavy.

Missy broke the kiss, and without a word, slid down to my legs and spread
them. I looked at her blond hair as she moved her tongue in between my
legs, eating my young pussy. My sexy younger sister was eating me out
right in bed! I couldn't get enough. She wasn't just practicing, either;
she ate me like she'd eaten pussy all her life. Her tongue was magical,
and she made me scream in pure ecstasy.

She had no trouble giving me the best orgasm of my life. She kept it up
with her fast little tongue as I shivered in passionate lust for my
little sister and my new lover. As I rested, she climbed back up to
cuddle with me, and she kissed me and said she loved me. I loved her
back.

She went on to explain that she had learned to eat pussy from some older
friends of hers, but she didn't name names - she wanted me all to
herself. I kissed her, and then I looked up.

Mom was standing at the door with a big smile on her face. She walked in
and told me everything - about how they were worried about my sexual
inexperience and that I had never been with a girl. Mom went on to tell
me how she still has trysts with the women of the village, something that
started when she was just 9. She was scared to start me young as she had,
but Missy was so eager that she introduced her to one of her lovers'
daughters. Like Missy, Mom wouldn't name any names. Missy wanted me all
to herself.

I smiled as I looked at my sweet little sister giving me an innocent
gaze, knowing that her eyes were kiding an insatiable girl-lover. I
kissed her as my mom headed back to bed, and she whispered into my ear,

'You ready to go again, sexy?'

I was ready for anything she wanted. I kissed her one last time, and we
had the best night ever.