My little world was disrupted when I was eleven. My mother and father survived the Great Depression, but when WW2 began, and they both got jobs,
they also both began to play around. My father lost his patience, and they separated. Both had new mates already picked out, and they began living with them even before their divorce was final. My father got custody of me and my oldest sister who was two years younger than me. My mother got the younger two, but her new companion didn't care for kids, so a couple of years later my dad and his new wife had the four of us back together again. This story is about my oldest sister and me during the two years we were together.
Dad;s new paramour was only 17 and when her folks finally caught up with her a few months after she moved in, they made her come back home, and forbid her from seeing my dad. She managed to meet him on the sly regularly, but her parents wouldn't agree to let her live with him until six months laater.
This story is about those six months. I was eleven, and my sister was almost nine.
My dad got a second-rate makeshift apartment in a building that had been a multiple family residence. The three of us had the basement apartment. Because my dad's legal fees had tapped him dry along with the cost of his entertaining the new gal, he had taken on a night job. As a result, my sister and I were alone after school until he returned home late.
Because I was the oldest, I was placed in charge, and did most of the cooking, and enjoyed the new responsibilities. At first, things went alolng smoothly, and there was no serious friction. In fact, since there was no TV then, the nightly radio scheduling was directed at adults after five p.m. We found that we enjoyed basic games like cards, Monopoly, and a few others. It got us through the lonely hours. There was no problem with "sibling rivalry" issues. It was well-established that I was the oldest, and "in charge" when our father wasn't around. We got off to a good start, but problems did develop after a few weeks.
We established a good routine at first, but inevitably the routines became boring. In retrospect, I believe my sister's boredom exceed mine, because she became quite careless with her "display." We had a shortage of furniture, so we played our games on the floor. It was a different disposition than we were used to in playing cards or board games. It took me a week to notice as she sat facing me, her legs were spread, and her underpants were in full view. No big deal, since little girls' panties were not very "feminine," and were in full view as children played. But, when a little girl was sitting with legs spread apart on the floor, there were occasional views of the vaginal and anal areas. Those views were so common, they didn't cause any problems with little boys.
About two weeks after we began those acdtivities, my sister occasionally played with no panties at all when she was wearing longer dresses. When I began to view these displays, I was in rapt attention. I had never seen a bare vagina before, except brief glimpses when my sisters were involved in baths. Those viewings were so brief, there was no time for "study." Since I had total and steady viewing sitting on the floor facing her, it was a "new wonder" that for some reason fascinated me. She probably caught on to my stares after the second time she did it, and closed her legs, blushing. "You're NOT supposed to look!" she compolained.
However, a few days later, she began to display almost every night, and my curiosity became more and more intense. Initially, when she would notice my distractdion, she'd close her legs. But, when I caught on to her "defense," and purposely didn't look, she'd get even bolder in her display by hiking her dress. In short, I concluded she enjoyed the attention..
Things accelerated from that point. I had heard my male friends talk about what parents did in bed. A couple of them had bragged graphically what their parents did. Those stories fascinated me, especially after viewing the female genitalia so much of late, even though it was a course I knew nothing about, other than when I had heard.
In the meantime, my sister had become more bold, and was very cooperative in letting me view her nudity. I verbally expressed that I appreciated her letting me enjoy my viewings, telling her how nice and sweet she was. As a result, when my new plan was put into motion, she was very cooperative, and my next plan began. Since I had advanced closer and closer to her vaginal area, the next phase was easy. I reached over and touched the lips of her vagina. She jumped the first time, and tried to object, but didn't object.
I reached between the two lips, and began to lightly stroke, as I had heard the older guys brag. She shuttered, and said almost apologetically,"I don't think you're supposed to do that."
"Does it hurt?" I asked, a bit timidly.
"No. I don't think so."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No. It's okay. Do it a little more."
So I continued and increased the depth of my journey. She began to react with little shudders, and rise to my penetration, and I pressed deeper into her vagina. She began to meet each stroke, and indicating she wanted more pressure by rising to my invading finger.
"Is .. is that . . . does it make you feel good?" I asked, without missing a stroke.
"Oh, yes!" she almost shouted as she raised her body to my caressing finger invasion.
At this point, her vaginal juices were flowing, and she was almost bouncing to each of my strokes.
All of a sudden, she rose to my invading hand, and pulled on my back with her free hand. She began to shudder, and she grabbed and held on to me.
It was a scary moment for me. I wasn't sure what was happening.. With great concern, I asked her if she was okay, but she wouildn't answer. She just oaid there looking at the ceiling.
I was scared! I thought she was having a fit.
I took my invading fingers away, and I smelled an aroma I had never had before.
She just continued to lie there, staring, and it caused me to worry a bit. I asked her quietly, but almost in panic if I had hurt her. At first she wouldn't answer, bit then reached over and patted my leg. "That was really good, brother! I liked it a lot."
"Would you like some more?" I asked in anticipation. I wanted to try for the brass ring.
"No, I've got to change nightgowns before Dad gets home. And right now I stink a little."
"Okay," I replied, "But I wanna **** you soon. Would you let me?"
"Yes," she replied readily.
Two nights later, we were alone again, and it was readily agreed we would enjoy adult pleasure to the max.
We got naked, and crawled into bed together. Once again, my fingers penetrated, and I found her quite lubricated. I crawled on top of her, and was just placing my joy stick into her ready vagina when our dad walked in. He was very upset, and lectured each of us separately. He scared hell out of me and my sister, and even though I tried several times, we never went at it again.
Two years laater, my other sister who later admitted she had heard what happened from the older sister, begged me to teach her what I had the other. I didn't want to get involved with that kind of situation again, but she bugged me for nearly a month - but only after I had made damn sure there would be no discovery. As it turned out, she was even better than the oldest sister, and we explored pleasures that were never equaled by any other woman with me.
All this happened more than sixty years ago, but I'll remember those joys to the end.,