My Sister Vickie – by MrTony

True sex story: My Sister Vickie. Author: MrTony. How I masturbated my sister Vickie as we played games. I was a naive, quiet 12 year old kid. I was in my room masturbating, and I wondered what it would be like to have real sex. I knew that a girl would probably close her eyes, breath heavily, maybe even gasp, and then arch her back as she came. At that moment, I realized that I’d seen that exact thing before – when playing with my sister! This story is including of True Story, Incest, Masturbation, Teen theme.

True sex story: My Sister Vickie

Author: MrTony.

Growing up, I often played games with my sister Vickie.

Vickie’s favorite game was “bucking horse”. She would balance on my knee as I tried to bounce her off. Lately, I had noticed that she would bounce up and down for a while before “cheating” by locking her legs tightly around my leg. And sometimes when I had stopped playing, she would continue bouncing on my leg.

She would always end up burying her head into my shoulder as she squeezed me tightly, often gasping as she squeezed me most tightly. I had occasionally noticed a faraway look in her eyes just before she would place her head on my shoulder. I hadn’t understood why she would turn her face away from me while squeezing me so incredibly tightly.

Now I understood. The faraway look in her eyes – her gasps. I’d finally realized that my sister had been masturbating with me. And I hadn’t expected that. I never thought that she would orgasm with me, her own brother. So I finally understood why she liked this game, and why she always hid her face and closed her eyes. She was hiding her face while she orgasmed.

As a girl she was supposed to be “proper” and “modest”, so even though she seemed to want me to know the effect I was having on her, I was her brother, and she certainly couldn’t just ask me to feel-her-up. But she could show me that she was willing to let me fuck her.

My sister had probably orgasmed 20 times with me before I realized this. I guess I wasn’t the brightest kid, since she apparently wanted me to notice. What a fool I was. So I immediately got dressed and went downstairs to find my sister. I wanted to watch her orgasm.

Playing with Vickie

Well, we hadn’t played that game lately. My sister had stopped asking me to play, probably because I wasn’t responding to her sexually. She must have realized how dim-witted I was. When I went downstairs to find my sister I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to beg her to play.

Luckily, Vickie was home, and I asked her if she wanted to play “bucking horse”. Without an instant of hesitation, she agreed. So Vickie, wearing a skirt, got on my leg, and I started trying to buck her off. She played for a while, but she seemed to grow more and more distracted. Seeing the growing flush on her face, and her more intense effort to angle her body so that the front of her panty-covered crotch was in contact with my leg, I suspected that she was aroused – and trying to hide it.

But I felt her growing wetness on my leg. So to test my theory, to see if my sister was really getting sexually aroused, I stopped bucking my leg. Without losing her rhythm, she continued to move on my leg by herself – forcefully wrapping her legs tightly around my thigh – clearly not planning to stop. She had briefly glanced at me with a questioning look – an “are you noticing what we’re doing?” look – before her rhythmic rubbing again fully distracted her. I had discovered just how aroused she was. She was clearly too excited to stop.

Too Turned-on To Stop

But that was fine with me. I liked knowing that my sister was so aroused that she was about to have an orgasm with me, her own brother. Now that I recognized her lewd desire to be masturbated – I wanted to help. So with her crotch now pumping my leg in earnest, and me carefully returning each small thrust, her rubbing quickly increased until she was barely able to hold a rhythm, and her riding was soon accompanied by audible breathing.

Seeing her loss of control, I put one hand in the small of her back, sliding her small body forward into me with her thrust. The friction combined with my overt help brought on her orgasm, and as her orgasm arrived she leaned forward to hug me tightly, to bury her head in my shoulder. But I wanted to watch a girl orgasm – so I took hold of her cheek and I turned her head to face me.

I thought my brazen desire to have her face me as she orgasmed might get a negative reaction – but the only reaction I got was my sister eagerly looking into my eyes as she rocked her pelvis into me with even more enthusiasm. If anything, she was more aroused knowing that I wanted to watch her orgasm.

I kept my eyes on hers while her orgasm took hold of her. It had her gasping for air, her mouth partly open – angling her clitoris to keep pressing against me. As she orgasmed she arched her body against mine perhaps three times, pushing her clitoris against me forcefully with each of her thrusts. Her body was so small, and with my hand on her back, she was able to slide herself up against me with her thrusts.

I watched as her eyes revealed the intense joy I was giving her, as I masturbated my own sister – and as I enjoyed the soft sounds of my sister’s pleasure. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her orgasm gradually subsided, and a contented glow slowly took over her very flushed face. She seemed to slowly return from somewhere distant, and seemed reluctant to let me go – her arms staying wrapped tightly around me – resting contentedly in my arms.

We Would Do It Again…and Again

I had just watched my sister orgasm for the first time. She had made a big wet spot along my thigh, and the whole room smelled of sex. I could tell that she loved having me watch her. And she’d seen that I’d very willingly masturbated her. I didn’t know it yet, but in the future, she would always grip me with all her strength as she orgasmed, facing me, gazing into my eyes as her lust, desire, and desperation gradually became contentment – her eyes always stayed locked on mine – knowing how much I enjoyed watching her orgasm.

Perhaps I should have been embarrassed about masturbating my own sister. But, instead of being embarrassed, I liked knowing that my sister was always wet and ready for me to masturbate her, and I liked knowing that she wanted her brother in a way that no sister should want a brother.

We kept Playing

This more mature version of our game became a ritual for perhaps a year. We probably played a couple of times a week, or whenever we had the opportunity, never really talking about what we were really doing. But our “bucking” time became Vickie quickly mounting my leg – gazing into my eyes as I watched her grow flushed, gasp as her orgasm approached, and then hold me tight as she lost all control and orgasmed. Of course, there was the occasional exception when she had multiple orgasms – surprising me by coming two or even three times as she clung tightly to me.

The Last Time We Played

As time went by, I got busy with other activities, and we played less and less. I think the last time we played was when I was 16 and Vickie was 13. We were both maturing fast in those years. But one day I was thinking about sex and I remembered that it wasn’t so long ago that Vickie would masturbate with me. We were both older, but I wondered how she would react now if I made the outlandish suggestion that we play our old, childish, masturbation game – did she still remember what we did?

Had I embellished her erotic enthusiasm in my mind? But I figured that this would be my last chance to find out her reaction. Weren’t we too old to pretend that it wasn’t really just me masturbating her? So I found Vickie and asked her if she wanted to play – thinking she would say no, and thinking that we might both be embarrassed by my suggestion.

I was surprised when, after just a bit of thought, she very calmly – and very, very slowly – said “yeeees”. She had never had to stop and think about it before, so she obviously understood the significance of my suggestion – and she was weighing the idea of her brother masturbating her to an incestuous orgasm. We had reached an age where we knew what we were agreeing to – we were agreeing to have an intimate sexual experience with each other – exposing our lusts and desires.

One Last Game With Vickie

Vickie was thirteen now, and certainly knew a brother isn’t supposed to masturbate his sister. But she knew exactly what we were doing. Maybe she didn’t want to admit to herself what I was about to do to her? Or maybe Vickie had thought that she would be able to hide her lust and just play “bucking horse” with me? I was about to find out.

Vickie had gotten much too big to sit on my leg and be bounced off – at thirteen she was becoming a young woman. She wasn’t really a child – she had a young woman’s breasts and real curves. She’d stopped playing with dolls, and now experimented with make-up and different skirt lengths as the boys vied for her attention.

Almost as tall as me, I had no ability to bounce her on my leg. In spite of all that, she didn’t suggest that we not play. Instead, feigning indifference about being too big to bounce, she immodestly lifted her skirt high, exposing her white panties to me as she sat on my thigh. She then made a long show of daintily tucking down her skirt around my leg where her moist, warm crotch now rested. Then she gamely put her hands on top of my shoulders. I hadn’t moved, since she was now much taller than me when she sat on my thigh.

I said that since I couldn’t bounce her perhaps we couldn’t play. In response, she started to “bounce” her body up and down on my leg so I could try to “bounce” her off. Being so big, her body was unstable on my leg. But now she had real, feminine, hips – so I placed my hands on her hips to help her stay balanced as she bounced. I didn’t know if she could tell, but I was just as eager as she was. I wanted to feel this young girl orgasm.

We started, but before long, her bouncing slowed to a regular pace. When my leg moved, she would try to hold it with her legs – trying to control the pace and pressure. Her eyes held mine, and I could sense my sister’s questions to me – “Can you tell what I’m trying to do with the pace? Do you know what it’s going to do to me? Can you tell what you can make happen?” I think she wanted to see if this game was as much fun as she remembered.

Her eyes were still fixed on mine. But as my thirteen-year-old sister bounced on my leg what I especially liked was that she was letting me watch her as I masturbated her. She gradually became more and more flushed and aroused with her rhythmic, well-timed bounces – each bounce now ending in a distinct rub against my thigh.

As she continued to ride on my thigh she grew more and more distracted and distant – I could see the lust consuming her. And I liked that I had my hands on her real, feminine hips – I could inhale her scent and watch her breasts bouncing just inches from me. And she was old enough to understand the concept of incestuous sex her brother – and she was choosing to masturbate with me. I think the family resemblance made me especially attractive to her.

Her pace increased – and I noticed her spreading her legs much wider. I used my hands on her hips to keep her balanced as her legs opened wide in the air while she rode me. This wasn’t a little-girl’s arousal. And she wasn’t just a little aroused – her orgasm was quickly approaching – and I could feel her wetness soaking my pants where her vagina was riding me.

No pretense of self-control, her cheeks flushed, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and breathed through her open mouth as the flush in her face became a bright red – sensually contrasting with her light freckles. Her pace quickened more – going too fast to keep a rhythm. Openly desperate to orgasm – it was an almost shocking lewdness in my thirteen-year-old sister. Her widely spread legs revealed her wanton desire to be fucked – and not just fucked by anyone – but fucked by me.

But now in a another change of our old ritual she put her feet on the floor, being tall enough to use her own legs to move her body back and forth on my thigh. She rode me while her fingers squeezed my shoulders in time with her ride to her approaching orgasm. The wet spot was huge under her – dripping down the sides of my thigh as her body instinctively lubricated for sexual intercourse. That was another difference from earlier times. She was older, and choosing to debase herself with her brother, and adult enough to gush between her legs with a thirteen-year-old’s desire for my sixteen year-old cock.

Both of us older, it was different but still familiar. I could tell when the first wave of her orgasm was about to arrive when she leaned her lower body forward, getting friction to her clitoris so that it could thrust against me as she orgasmed. Familiar too was her involuntary gasping, as she opened her eyes to look into mine as her orgasm arrived.

She leaned forward to hug me tightly with the first wave, throwing her head on my shoulder and looking into my eyes. I think I enjoyed this experience with her more than any other. It was wonderful to have Vickie – still a little girl – so willing to orgasm again in my arms. Then, taken completely by her orgasm, she was gasping, squeezing me tightly with all her strength, and making small sounds of pleasure as it arrived.

I held my hands lightly on her thrusting hips, and with each wave of her orgasm Vickie arched her body against mine. I could see the familiar euphoria in her eyes – holding my gaze through her entire orgasm. I’d never enjoyed seeing someone orgasm more.

It was just as I remembered, and, as always, I enjoyed watching Vickie orgasm. It was so familiar – but also different. She had spread her legs wide to get better contact and she had clearly signaled that she wanted me to do more to her – even to fuck her. And I liked knowing that she better understood what we were doing – I think our ages had increased her lust tenfold.

At sixteen and thirteen, we both knew there was the real possibility of doing more than masturbation. Perhaps she was wondering if we might start doing more now that we were older? And now the entire leg of my pants was soaked, and she continued to cling tightly to me. She was still breathing hard, and I could feel her breasts against my chest. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with the understanding that we had just shared something wonderful. And I could see that she was very pleased with our intimacy, and eager for more.

I was pleased too. She had lots of boys chasing her – wanting to fuck her – but she had spread her legs for me to masturbate her.

But We Never Did More

I’m sure that with just a bit of planning I could have gotten my sister naked and fucked her. Considering how much she was already letting me do – and the undeniable intimacy of bringing her to orgasm week after week – I’m sure that she wanted desperately to be fucked by me. But she couldn’t admit to that if I asked. But she always let me to masturbate her, which was undeniably intimate, so I knew that she wanted me to get her undressed and take her. I just had to do it.

I’d noticed that she would lose control – and lose any sense of propriety as she got turned-on. And once aroused, she would let me position her body any way that I wanted – not caring if my hands were outside or under her dress. And sometimes, when she was desperate to orgasm, she would wildly reach out and put her hand on my penis, squeezing it in time to her own pelvic thrusts as her own orgasm arrived. She never did more than feel the outside of my pants, though, since she would always orgasm quickly once she felt the rock-hard erection she gave me. A few times she was trying to unzip my pants when she got distracted as her own orgasm arrived.

So I could have easily gotten her panties off when she had completely lost control. I would have to be direct – not giving her time to think of it as a question needing an answer. First I would lower my leg so that she would stand on the floor. I would give her a reason to undress, saying “These are in my way” as I pulled her panties down and adding “lift your leg” so I could get them off. I’m sure she would let me. Then, without panties, as the right moment arrived I would put my hand on her naked mound to amplify her orgasm – sliding my finger into her.

And since I would often adjust her on my knee before we played, I could start checking between her legs for good contact. And that inspection could include first feeling the outside of her vagina, and then progress to rubbing inside her lips. It probably would have been no more than one day before I was giving her orgasms with my hand – fucking her with my finger until she came. After that, she would know to take her panties off before we played “bucking horse”.

She had several times in the past wildly tried to loosen my pants, so all I had to do was make it easier for both of us. In the morning when I was in my robe I could ask her to play bucking horse. So I would already be naked so she could access my penis directly. Several times I had already slid her body up my knee to where she was against my penis – but now it would have a new dimension with her naked vagina and my naked penis sliding together.

At that point she would be completely compromised and aroused, and it would just be a matter of helping lift her up to mount my penis – the first real penis inside my thirteen-year-old sister. Knowing her desire for exactly that, I’m sure she would be trying to get penetrated as fast as possible and we would be fucking.

I would have loved to watch her expression when the head of my penis first entered her. And I would have loved watching her orgasming in response to my semen squirting inside her. I’m sure she would have wanted to get fucked every day – no more masturbation. I would have liked doing that for her.

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YOUR STORY SUCKED BECAUSE, DID IT END?
“I WOULD HAVE LIKE TO”, “I WOULD LIKE TO”, THE END? WHAT THE FUCK?

this is just what I dream of doing with my sister.just the mutual masturbation. as children iwas the one who was interested in us being naked.as teandagers she wanted to scratch my back. I only later understood this was desire.we were never anywere were we would not be disturbed.for her it was my behind. for me it was her face.still when she piles her hair on top of her head Edwardian style . feel helpless .I just want to stare at her. bellow her shoulders she could be a boy. tall ,slender, neat sex, pretty little up turned breasts. I… Read more »

Thank You for telling a true story. I would have loved to it You Guys fucked right after . Or both of You know what happened . She helped You get off . Dry humping Her? But I still Loved it being a true story . I’m sure You could have lied about fucking Her ?

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