My Sister and Me - Our First Time

The Intimacy between my sister and me was truly special. She was always there for me. No guilt. No regrets. Just love. My first time with her was quite a while back, but I remember it like yesterday. It was late morning on Friday October 21, 1977. I had just started high school. My sister was a year ahead of me. She was about the sweetest girl you could ever want to meet. She was a cutie, with long brown hair and big hazel green eyes. Her boobs weren't huge, but they were perfectly shaped, soft and supple, with big, puffy nipples that stuck out nicely through her tight white t-shirt when they got hard. She had just the slightest juicy pudge to her, like a lot of girls her age. Nice ass and a cute, freshly sprouting bush. The best thing about her though – she didn’t even realize how sexy she was! She was always so warm whenever she touched you. She would give you a look with those big eyes, and flash her adorable mischievous smile, and your dick would be rock hard immediately; the rest of you would just melt. There was no school that day for some reason. Our mom had gone to work, so it was just us two in the house. We were sitting at the kitchen table, playing some dumb card game that she had made up a few years back. Bob Seger’s “Night Moves” was playing on the radio... her favorite song. Then, the DJ came on and announced the tragic news about Lynyrd Skynyrd. My favorite band. I had just seen them at the Nassau Coliseum in June – my first concert ever! I was heartbroken. My sister hugged me tightly, squeezing her warm body into me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, everything will be okay." It didn't help. She left and went upstairs. A few minutes later, she came back down, wearing my Survivors tour shirt that I had gotten at the show, and her fuzzy pink slippers. I was still so upset, that I meanly told her to take my shirt off. It was mine! She came over next to me. She rolled those great eyes at me, took the shirt off, and dropped it in my lap. Now the only things she had on were her fuzzy pink slippers. She smiled her mischievous smile, put her warm hand in mine and led me upstairs. By the time we got to her bedroom, my dick was so hard that it hurt. She took off my clothes, got my tour shirt and said, "I think this is yours" and put it on me… Ouch! She knelt in front of me on her bed, took my dick into her warm, wet mouth and sweetly sucked, swirling her magic tongue around until I came. She paused for a minute to swallow it all. Then she climbed on top of me, took my dick and slipped it into her juicy pussy, and proceeded to take my virginity; rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster until we both came. She smiled, and rolled over next to me on the bed. I got up, took the tour shirt off and said to her, "I think this is yours." and put it on her. I saw tears in her eyes as she smiled up at me. She wore that shirt to bed every night from then on, and nothing else. You know?... She was right, everything was okay.