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The Day My Sister Showed Me Her P*u*s*s*y Part 1

To fill in some refernces read my story "Heavy Petting a Six"

Since my Dad had become a preacher, Linda and I shared a bedroom most of the time. This was still the situation, so I saw her partially naked once in a while. It had always been a glance here and there, and it was never a sexual event for me. But then one day Linda showed her “thing” to me. She was 12 and I was 9. Mom and Dad were away at some church related thing for the day, so we were home alone. Diane, a friend of my sister, came over followed by two boys.
Diane came in and just a minute later the boys knocked on the door. If Mom and Dad had been home, these nasty boys would not have come within a mile of our house. They cussed a lot and began asking the girls to show them their “*******,” as soon as they came in the house. This was the first time that I had ever heard the word “*****” used to label “the thing”. It sounded naughty so I made a mental note of it.
“Good girls like bad boys.” It’s the law. The girls said they would let them see their things if the boys would show them theirs. The boys flatly said no, but kept asking the girls to show them theirs. Even at age 8, I could tell that my sister wanted to do it. Diane did too, so the girls soon said they would. These were the two best Christian girls in town and the two naughtiest boys, and I was excited about what was going to happen.
My sister went first. She said they would have to come in the bathroom with her. So she and the two boys went in, but before they closed the bathroom door one of the boys asked my sister if I could look too. To my surprise she said, “yes.” I think me being there made her feel safer, who knows? I was just glad she did, as I wanted to see what was going to happen and I wanted to see Diane. I went in and stood with the boys facing my sister. She had on a light blue checkered dress with a lace chest panel.
The boys began encouraging her to do it. She kept hesitating until the boys convinced her that they would not tell anyone. She pulled up her dress and exposed her white cotton panties. They were almost too small, and formed tightly over her “thing”. I knew what the “thing” under there looked like. I had seen it just recently. She again hesitated, but stood there holding up her dress for several minutes as they encouraged her. I just stared at the hump in her panties and became mesmerized by the shape. She stood with her feet a little apart. I thought how pretty she was. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her blue eyes danced with excitement. I began wanting to see her ***** as much as these two boys did. The longer she stood there showing us her panties the more I wanted her to pull them down.
I joined in with the boys chanting for her to “pull them down”, and that was all she needed. She pulled her panties down to her knees and lifting her dress, showed herself to us. It was the first time I had really gotten to look at it for more than a second or two. She looked at me as I looked at her “thing”. She had this look on her face that I had never seen before. I got such a thrill watching my sister showing herself to these bad boys. We all stood there and looked at her nakedness for over a minute before she dropped her dress and pulled up her panties. She was grinning, ear to ear as she left the room. It was naughty I knew it and she knew it.
It was now Diane’s turn and in she bounced. She was wearing a red plaid dress. She had very dark hair, almost black, and dark brown eyes. Diane was smiling and did not hesitate at first. Without any coaxing, she pulled up her dress and exposed her light blue nylon panties. They were thinner than Linda’s and even better showed Diane’s hump. I studied it and after a bit I was convinced that I knew exactly what it would look like when she showed it. Like my sister she stood there and made the boys beg. I didn’t beg, I just stared at the shape of it and loved how her upper legs framed it. Like Linda, Diane stood there with her legs slightly apart.
I am sure this is when I became fixated on panties and the way they perfectly show the shape of the female form they cover. It was like a gift-wrapped present, that if you looked closely enough you can see the contents. I already knew what this shape felt like from the time with Sherry and I found myself fighting the urge to reach out and feel Diane’s nylon hump as she stood there posed like little Sherry had. Just then she pulled her panties down. She smiled and her eyes danced just like my sister’s had, as she watched us look at her *****. She had little dark hairs sprouting on her’s. One of the boys commented on it. She let us look at her for a much longer time than did Linda, and she seemed to enjoy it. She finally pulled up her panties and as she left the bathroom she patted me on the head. It was great. For the girls this event was naughty, exciting and dangerous. If the boys told it around, or if Mom and Dad found out, it would be really bad. But for me it was naughty, exciting, and life-changing.
After the boys left and then Diane went home, my sister grilled me about whether I was going to tell Mom and Dad. I would not have told on her, but she didn’t know it. I hated it when she got in trouble, and I didn’t want her to get a beating for this. I wanted more of this. I told her I wouldn’t tell on her, but she would have to do some favors for me. She wanted to know what, and I said, I would let her know. I never did, but from this point on, my sister and I had a pact when it came to each others’ misdeeds. I would not tell on her, if she would not tell on me. She didn’t like it, it wasn’t natural for her as she loved to get me in trouble, but she kept our pact. She would still get me in trouble for minor stuff, and I never did like that about her. We were home alone often and fought a lot. Very important to me at the time, was that Linda could beat the heck out of me. We had a very combative relationship, but I can say for sure that it started getting better the day she showed me her *****. From then on I tried to see her ***** every time I could.
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Very nice!

These experiences must have been visually/physically/
emotionally pleasurable, enjoyable, sweet, and exciting
for both of you!

huh.... So thats what happens if you get drunk they go on the internet... you end up HERE

Lovely. I hope you've had many pleasurable experiences with her :)

When I was younger I got caught by our father having a look at and a good feel of my sisters *****.

...and what happened?

He told me come out of her room. And if I wanted to do something like that. I had to get myself a girlfriend. But it didn't stop me from giving my sister some of my **** in her ***** when we both got a little older. I used my common sense and waited until our parents were both out of the house. Then in the bathroom I had a good ride of her ***** doggy style.

Nice! Thanks for sharing!

U are so grose a ***** is nasty

MY sister showed me hers as well. She was growing up and just started growing hair "down there" and was so proud of herself for this sign of becoming a woman that she had to tell me. I said "Let's see"! and she showed me. I then had to return the favor and show here mine. This was just the first of many and more intimate adventures we had together.

Love your story!!!

What a delightful experience for you.

lucky guy

Great story! Did you ever ********** or .... together? Very lucky brother you are! ;o)

Sounds like some of the pleasanter experiences shared by some of us too

Don't u think there nasty

Booo

Churchsex, your stories kind of remind me of my childhood and the introduction to becoming fascinated with sex and fetish stuff like girl's panties. In a previous note to you I mentioned how I played 'doctor' with a neighbor boy when I was around six years old. I was introduced at that time to just how fascinated boys were with girl's panties. Of course, by the time I was three or so and could begin to be taught the feelings of 'shame' and modesty I was instructed to always keep my skirts and dresses securely over my panties. I was too young at the time to really understand what was all the bother but by the time I was in kindergarten and first grade it was beehive info for the girls that boys were 'nasty and mean' and they all wanted to look up our skirts to see the color of our panties. Now, for most girls, this whole '*******' thing was just another 'ugh' thing about boys but for me, lol, I kind of liked it. It was because my best friend at the time was the neighbor boy who was my age. He was a lot of fun and never treated me unkindly like the other girls in my school who were sometimes just downright mean to everyone. When this boy and I played 'doctor' it was obvious how much he loved seeing me with my skirt over my hips and exposing my panties...especially the moments he was able to do his doctor 'examinations' which he performed with great tenderness so that I was never frightened or affronted. And so I liked it.

These encounters soon stopped as we grew older and started to hang with our own gender groups exclusively. Hanging out with the girl tribe, I also adopted the beehive opinion of boys and resolutely kept my skirts down. When I was around ten years old and just beginning to think that boys were not necessarily so bad I had a change in babysitters that re-introduced me to the fascination of sex and boys. My parents were star players in this national multi-level-marketing consumer biz and so they were spending up to several evenings a week away from home and didn't return from these meetings until ten or eleven at night. This new sitter was a radical change from my grandmother or 'Nana' who normally watched over me. I liked hanging with Nana because we'd bake cookies, watch cool movies and she'd teach me stuff like how to knit, etc. So, I wasn't too happy with the fact that she went away to Europe for the year. Her replacement was this 15 year old high school sophomore who attended the Catholic prep school in our town. At first I was a bit shocked since she wore her pleated uniform skirt 'rolled up' so that the hem was squarely at mid-thigh which was totally different than my uniform skirt whose hem was a regulation one inch below the knee cap. Despite my initial reservations, it didn't take long for me to warm up to this new sitter because in her own way she was a very cool person. She was easy to talk to and in my shallowness I also admired her because she was very pretty and seemed to have a handle on all the 'older girl' things that had me wanting to be like her as well as including her celebrity status as a cheerleader for the school team.

It was fun to be with her and so when 8 pm rolled around and it was time for me to go to bed I was always a bit reluctant but always did so after whining a bit. I'm normally a very sound sleeper but one particular evening I woke up to hear the sound of what seemed like laughter in the downstairs. I tiptoed down the stairs to see what was going on and peeked over the railing to see what was going on in the living room. My sitter was obviously a pro at the 'sitting' skill because I now beheld her sitting on the lap of this handsome beefcake boy madly making out with him. I sat down on the carpeted stairwell with my head pressed between the rails transfixed at the lovers. Wow, my sitter was breaking the rules! She wasn't supposed to have boy visitors but Holy Toledo, she just wasn't having a boy over for tea, this boy had his hands wandering all over her body with his tongue in her mouth! I couldn't tear myself away from the sight. As they energetically made out I saw that she enjoyed it so much that she allowed his hands to slowly open her blouse to fondle her breasts. By this time I thought maybe she needed someone to rescue her because girls just don't volunteer to let boys do such things. I soon stood corrected because the next thing I saw was his hand up her skirt so that the hem scooted up over her bare thighs high enough to expose her panties... After a bit more groping the hand was now slowly rubbing the silk over her Venus mound! "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "maybe I need to call 911, she must be terrified and feeling freaked out!"

I had thoughts of yelling out loud so that the interloper would cease this molestation and flee the house and then my sitter would be forever grateful to me for rescuing her. But this inspiration soon collapsed when I clearly heard her moan out loud, "Oh yeah baby, just like that, oh yeah, noooooo don't stop!" The boy remained dedicated to the mission and soon I saw my heroine's body shuddering and emitting small grunty high pitched gasps that reminded me of some forest animal rooting for truffles. Overwhelmed, I ran up the stairs and dived under my covers to deliberate on all that I had just witnessed. A bit shocked and certainly nonplussed my hand wandered down to my own Venus mound and found my panties very moist and that whole area tingling like mad. As I explored further I suddenly recalled my own adventures with the neighbor boy when I was six years old. "Wow!" I thought, she's 'playing doctor' with this boy...only its different...really different...but no...its kinda like the same thing." And so began my re-introduction to the fascinating drama of boys and girls.

Lovely story! Took me right back to my own childhood! Thanks!!

Shows how a little act of sharing can improve and build relationships!

Great story! ...well written and reminded me of my own childhood (3 sisters)! Thanks!!!

Beautiful story, and so very well-written! Many thanks for sharing such a precious memory!

like story

NICE!!!

wish i had a sister like that when i was that age

cool

Ha! Love your writing style. And the stories are quite a turn on!

sis ***** is the best

"it started getting better the day she showed me her *****", ha ha, I love it. Thanks for a very erotic and arousing story. Just love those naughty girls.

The curiosity of boys and girls wanting to see others of the same sex and the opposite sex goes back to the beginning of time and is natural, normal and universal. It is nothing more than adolescent curiosity and just as normal as ************. There are those that admit they do and there are those that lie about it.