The Trade

“You gonna stay in bed all day?” My sister Gwen, nineteen, stood in my doorway grinning.

“I guess the folks aren’t home,” I said, “Mother would shit herself if she caught you wearing that.”

Her smile widened. “Like it?” she asked, turning slowly to give me a three hundred sixty degree view.

“Hell yes, but I hate a tease.”

“Now why would you say something like that, Little Brother?”

Little Brother, she calls me, and I’m exactly eleven months younger than her.

“Now why do you think I’d say it?” I asked. “You parading around in that nearly see-through nightie. You know damn well you’re showing enough to turn me on, then you’ll laugh and go back to your room.”

“Nearly see-through? I thought it was sexier than that.”

“Okay, see-through! I can make out the darker places of your nipples and your muff. Satisfied? Tease!” I had a hard on by now, a little tent in my sheet, and I made no effort to hide it.

“Why Greg, you really are turned on, aren’t you? Can I see it?” she asked, pointing at the lump.

“Yeah, right!” Actually, I wanted to get out of bed and wave my dick at her, satisfy the voyeur in me.

“Aw c’mon, Bro, you can see through my nightie but I can’t see through the sheet.”

“And if I took off the sheet I'd still be looking at a couple of dark spots under your nightie.”

“In other words, you’ll uncover if I uncover?”

“You got it!”

She whipped off the nightie top and stepped out of the panties and I flipped back the sheet. Jesus! Her C cup boobs were firm and round, her belly flat, and her muff a triangle of dark brown curls pointing to and surrounding her glistening pussy lips.

“Twee tweet,” she whistled, “That’s too beautiful a cock to go to waste!”

“I was just thinking the same thing about your pussy,” I told her, “Too damn bad I don’t have any rubbers.”

She crawled onto the bed and knelt over my dick, her knees on either side. “No problem, Greg Darling, I’ve been on the pill for almost a year. Shall we?”

I grinned and nodded, she took hold of my dick and held it in place while she lowered her pussy over it. I couldn’t believe it! Eighteen years old, still cherry, and I’m finally losing my virginity to my sister, of all people!

Slowly Gwen slid down my shaft, half an inch, an inch, another half inch, then with a grunt and a look of pain she dropped, taking the entire six inches. She sat still for a full minute, then she leaned forward to lay on my chest and began moving back and forth, up and down, her tight pussy just barely massaging my rock hard prick. I played with her tits as we kissed, out tongues darting from mouth to mouth, literally swapping spit.

“You sure you’re on the pill?” I gasped.

“Yes, dammit!”

“You better be, ‘cause I’m just about to cum!”

“Don’t just talk about it, do it!” she panted, “Cum with me!”

Her pussy contracted in perfect sync with my prick’s spurting, as if she was milking the jizm from me. With a final shudder she collapsed on my chest and my cock wilted and slipped out of her snatch.

“We’d better get a shower,” she whispered.

“Huh uh,” I muttered, “I don’t feel like moving.”

“Come on, Hon, we have to wash the blood off.”

That caught my attention. “Blood? What blood? Are you having your period?”

“Huh uh,” she laughed, “You broke my cherry. Mind if I ask how may other virgins you’ve screwed?”

“You want the truth? You’re the first. In fact, you’re the first woman I’ve ever screwed.”