One day, my uncle Ben, who is my mum’s brother, was staying over, and I heard him saying to my mum that my dad must have hardly given her time to get her pants back on after she had me, before he knocked her up a second time, and my sister came along. Uncle Ben probably didn’t mean for me to hear him saying that, but when I think about it, the comment probably had a certain amount of truth in it. There was less than a year between my sister, Tina, and me, so we were pretty close as kids.
My parents divorced when I was six, and we hardly saw our dad from year to year, so our mum brought Tina and me up on her own. I think that as a single mother, she was pretty protective, and that probably made us even closer, and she worked two jobs for a few years to try and get ahead, so we spent a lot of time on our own together. Our mother used to bath Tina and me together until I was about five, and naturally I was curious about the fact that she had no penis, although that’s not what I called it back then. Mum had taught me to call it my “wee-wee,” and I think the reason she stopped letting us bath together was that I asked her one day how Tina got her wee-wee chopped off. Even so, childhood curiosity isn’t switched off so easily, and in our early years, Tina and I would play doctor, and other childhood games, and in time I learned that all girls were like that. With our ages being so close together, people often asked if Tina and I were twins, although obviously, they meant non-identical, but Tina was always tall for her age, so we were almost the same height until I had my first growth spurt at thirteen. We had the same light brown hair, although mine was short of course, the same fair to medium complexion, the same blue-grey eyes, and until I started to fill out, we were both pretty thin. After I started to fill out around the chest and shoulders, Tina started to fill out in a different way. She remained slim, and always had fairly small tits, but once she hit puberty, her butt gradually became a work of art, and her legs grew long, and took on a nice, sexy shape. Tina wasn’t a stunner, but she was pretty in that “girl-next door” sort of way. I think if she had been more out-going, she would have had guys coming after her from all directions, but she was a little reserved with strangers. I think this came from our mum being so protective of us, because I was a bit the same way myself. Tina and I weren’t hermits by any means, but we tended to stay at home a lot, and make our own fun, although we still had our share of friends. One friend we had in common was Katy Hutchins, who lived in the next street over from our place. Katy was my age, and was the first girl I ever kissed, not that kissing Katy Hutchins was any achievement. Just about every guy in the neighbourhood had done it, but a couple of times when I was about fourteen, she had let me kiss her on the lips. We didn’t go any further than kissing, but I was pretty excited just the same. Another girl in the neighbourhood was Sally Rankmore, who went to a different school from Tina and me, and one night at a teenage birthday party, she had let me kiss her on the front veranda of her house. Once again, we never went any further, and when I tried to get her to go out with me later on, she said she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend just then. About the time I turned fifteen, my mother got into the habit of going out on Friday nights, to a couple of local bars. She must have thought Tina and I were old enough to be left alone at night, and she was nearly forty by then, so she was entitled to some happiness, and after a while she met a guy and started to hang out with him. I think they had a few sleepovers at his place, because she sometimes came home just before dawn, slipping in the back door, but like I said, she was entitled to some happiness, wasn’t she? I guess some kids our age would have jumped at the opportunity to sneak out and run around the streets, but Tina and I just didn’t bother. We were happy enough to just stay home and watch TV, and the nearest we got to partying on in our mother’s absence was having Katy around, some Friday nights, to watch DVD’s or listen to music. When Tina turned sixteen, I was technically still sixteen years old myself, because I still had a few weeks to go till my seventeenth birthday. Naturally, I was still a virgin, although like most teenage guys, I took matters in hand most days, and had sex on my mind a lot of the time, but my entire sexual experience at that time had consisted of kissing those two girls, and wanking myself over porn magazines. I was still slim built, and stood about five feet nine, and Tina was only three inches shorter, so even then, people still occasionally asked if we were twins. Like I said, Tina was three inches shorter than me, so she was about five feet six inches, and while she was thin, she had a nice butt, and those sexy legs. Her tits were still fairly small, and I’m not good at guessing bra sizes, but if I had to give a number, I’d say she would have been a 32. She wore her light brown hair about half way down her back, and often had it in a ponytail. As far as I knew, at sixteen, she’d never had a boyfriend. One Friday night, not long after Tina’s sixteenth birthday, we sat up watching a movie on TV, while our mother was out socialising. It was a movie about a detective named Hopper, who falls in love with a witness in a murder case, and there were a few love scenes with some hot, sexy kissing between them, and then some passionate lovemaking, although it was pretty tame, because this was free to air TV, and not a porn DVD or something like that. The actress playing the witness was a part latina girl, smoulderingly sexy, and I couldn’t help feeling a little horny as I watched her getting all over the detective. I looked over at Tina, and saw her mesmerised by the TV, as she sat in the single seater lounge over to my left, facing inwards, while I sat by myself on the three-seater couch. Tina was wearing a pair of blue denim shorts, a black sleeveless top, and a pair of sandals, and she had her hair tied back in her usual ponytail. The movie came to an end, after the detective had solved the murder, and saved the witness’s life, and as the credits rolled, Tina got up and sat next to me on my left. “Jason?” she said. “What?” I answered, still looking at the screen. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” Tina asked. “Yeah,” I answered, turning to look at her, and surprised by the question, “Of course I have.” Tina was silent for a minute, so I went back to looking at the TV. I was surprised at the question, but didn’t think Tina was going anywhere with it. “How many?” she asked, smiling, “How many girls have you kissed?” I felt a little embarrassed, but I couldn’t help smiling at the question, and I said, “A few.” “How many?” Tina answered, a little more eagerly, “Give me a number.” “None of your business,” I answered, although the truth was, probably after what I had just seen on TV, I was interested in talking about it. I was just a little off guard. “Come on,” Tina persisted, “who’ve you done it with? They must be pretty ugly if you won’t say their names.” “All right,” I said, realising that she could claim victory if I didn’t give her some names, and she’d say I was ashamed to tell her who I did it with, “Katy Hutchins was one of them.” “Katy?” Tina asked, looking a little surprised, but then her face changed, and almost sarcastically, she said, “I suppose you just had to line up?” Although Katy was our friend, Tina had no illusions about her. “No,” I said, turning to look Tina in the eyes, “We were at her place a couple of times, fooling around, you know? Kissing and stuff.” “You and Katy,” Tina said, smiling mischievously, “ Jason, the big stud.” Then, she must have given it a bit more thought, and added, “You didn’t do anything else, did you? With Katy, I mean.” “No,” I smiled, dismissing the idea, “Just kissing,” “But, you’d like to, though, wouldn’t you?” Tina asked, as if she knew the answer. “Yeah,” I answered back, as though the answer was obvious, “but, you know, we didn’t do anything.” “Who else?” Tina asked, looking me directly in the eyes, she was on a roll now, and keen to interrogate me further, “Who else have you done it with?” “What’s this got to do with you, anyway?’ I asked, getting a little exasperated. “I just want to know, that’s all,” Tina said, as though it was her right to know. Okay,” I said, giving in, even though I didn’t really mind talking about this, “Sally Rankmore.” “You did it with Sally?” Tina asked, her eyes wide, “When? How? De-tails please.” “At her birthday party,” I said, and then I added, “but she wouldn’t go out with me.” “Oh,” Tina said, with mock sympathy, “Knock back, huh?” I shrugged my shoulders, “Plenty more where she came from,” I said, trying to move the conversation off that subject. “Yeah, like you got girls hanging off you all over the place,” Tina teased. “What about you?” I asked, looking at Tina, “How many guys have you kissed?” I had a feeling I already knew the answer. Tina turned to me, her face suddenly serious. “None,” she said, with a slightly deflated note in her voice, “I’m not even sure I’d know how to do it.” “It’s not rocket science,” I smiled, feeling like I now had the upper hand in this discussion. “Oh, expert, are you?” Tina smiled back, “Because you’ve kissed so many girls.” She looked at me, with almost challenging look in her eyes, and added, “What’s it like?” “Good,” I said, pursing my lips, and shrugging my shoulders, and adding, kind of ridiculously, “It’s just,” pausing to think of a better word, but giving up, and finishing with, “… good.” “Can I try it?” Tina asked, turning to her right and looking at me. “What do you mean?” I said, turning to look at her myself. I had heard the question, and I assumed she meant that she wanted to try it with me, but it was a big surprise to me to hear her ask it, so I wanted to make completely sure. “I want to know if I can try it with you and see what it’s like,” Tina said, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to say, “so I know how to do it with a guy when the time comes.” “Why not?” I said, as if I didn’t care either way. I really wanted to do this, even though Tina was my sister, but I didn’t want to look too eager. We were sitting on the couch, side by side, facing each other, but nobody moved. “Well, come on,” Tina smiled, “I thought you were gonna kiss me.” “I thought you were gonna kiss me,” I answered back, looking at her lips, “It was your idea.” “Well, you’re the one that’s done it,” Tina said, like I was supposed know that I was meant to take the lead. “Okay,” I said, leaning closer. I leaned over and put my arms on Tina’s shoulders, and gently pulled her towards myself, and leaned forward, kissing her gently on her soft little mouth. I was no expert, but I held the kiss for a moment, feeling a little wave of excitement go through me, and then with our faces still close enough for me to feel Tina’s breath, I looked at her, waiting for her response. She didn’t speak, but she half smiled, and moved forward, kissing my mouth again. This time, it was Tina who held the kiss, and a second wave of excitement passed through me, this time stronger than before. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but it was still incredibly exciting just the same. Once again, with our faces close, we looked into each other’s eyes, and I said, “What do you think?” “Thanks for the lesson, but now it’s time for some more practice,” Tina said, in a voice just above a whisper. She moistened her lips, and then kissed me again, holding the kiss just like before. I was getting more excited by the minute. There was no tongue, but we both had our lips just slightly parted, and I just wanted to keep on doing this, for as long as she’d let me. Tina broke the kiss, and then sat back slightly. “Is that how you’re supposed to do it?” she asked. “I don’t think there are any rules,” I said, with my arms still on her shoulders. I was hoping this wasn’t going to end here. “Is that how you did it with Katy?” Tina asked. She moved back slightly, and I let go of her shoulders, sitting back myself. I thought the kissing was over, but I had butterflies in my stomach. “Pretty much,” I said, “we just, I don’t know, kissed each other.” “Wanna do it again?” Tina asked. Her tone was eager, and a little provocative. Before I even responded, she turned on her bottom to face me, swinging her long and shapely legs up onto my lap, and slid back a little, to lay back against the left arm of the three seater couch. I still hadn’t spoken, and she continued on with, “Imagine I’m that girl in the movie, and you’re Detective Hopper.” She didn’t move, and just lay back like that, with her feet on my lap, meeting my gaze. I was turned to face her, and I let my hands rest on either side of her lower legs for a moment, feeling the warm, smooth skin. I swallowed, and I moved forward, allowing myself to run my hands up Tina’s legs, to her knees, and then I crawled on the couch to her, lying on her but taking the weight on my elbows, putting my arms behind her shoulders. I kissed Tina on her mouth, pressing hard, like the detective in the movie, in a scene where they too were on a couch. It was obvious there had been a lot of tongue action between them in the movie, so I gently probed my sister Tina’s mouth with my own tongue, and she allowed me to explore her mouth for a moment. I was so excited, I felt like I was going to burst. We kissed and made out like that for a few minutes, hardly speaking, and just exploring each other’s mouths, almost instinctively, because neither of us had any experience in this type of thing. Over that time, we manoeuvred ourselves into a position where I was lying on my left side, with my back against the back of the couch, and Tina was lying on her right, pressed up against me. We had our arms around each other, and I could feel her breasts against my chest, which added to my excitement. I could hardly believe this was happening, and as I ran my arms down her back, I felt her bare skin where her top had ridden up as we moved around on the couch. The touch of her skin was magic, and I moved my hand a little, and felt the waistband of her denim shorts. With the fingers of my right hand resting on the waistband of her shorts, I gently caressed her lower back with my thumb, and Tina broke our kiss, and drew her head back slightly. I could feel her warm breath on my face, and she whispered, “Have you ever touched a girl down below?” I gave my head a quick shake, but didn’t answer. My throat felt thick, and I kind of knew I would have had to swallow to speak, and it was hard enough to believe we were kissing and fooling around like this, but here was Tina, asking me that. Could she really be going to take this further? “Would you like to?” Tina asked. Would I like to? That was like asking if John Wayne made cowboy movies. “If you want me to,” I answered, as if it didn’t really matter. Tina shuffled around onto her back, with my right arm still over her, and I held her around her waist, a little tighter so she wouldn’t fall off the couch. She reached down and unclipped the stud on her shorts, and then unzipped them, and lay there like that with her shorts open at the zip. She looked at me, as if she was waiting for me to make a move. I wasn’t sure whether she wanted me to take them off, or reach in and touch her inside them, or what she wanted me to do. I looked at her open zipper, and saw...
