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If you haven't read my other stories, my name is Adam and I'm 15. My sister Emily is 13.

Emily is really quite stunning. She hasn't started getting any real curves yet but despite her always complaining about having "a boy's body" she is very feminine. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes and even though she's only about 5 foot 2 she has the build of a taller girl. Her legs are thin and super long. She does a lot of sports and you can tell since her legs are really toned. She has a small bum but it's nice and round. Her tummy is completely flat now (this time last year she still had a bit of a baby belly) - she's actually been begging our mom to let her get her belly button pierced. She has really small boobs but I think they're really nice. Definitely smaller than a lot of girls her age even, but when she wears a tight tank top they show very nicely.

Anyway, as you can probably tell I've got a complete crush on her. I know I should feel weird about being turned on by my sister or any 13 year old girl but I really don't feel weird at all. Not only is she gorgeous, she's always very energetic and we've always been really close. Our mom works long hours and our dad hasn't been around in a long time so we spend a lot of time together. Some might think it's weird but it's still normal to us to cuddle on the couch while watching TV or to give each other back rubs or foot rubs etc.

The other night I was watching TV before bed. I though Emily had already gone to bed, in fact I was just about to turn in myself. I was already in my boxers and a t-shirt in fact. Mom was working late and wouldn't be home for hours. The show I was watching was just about over when Emily came into the living room. She was wearing one of my shirts that she had "adopted" a while back as a sort of housecoat. I was a dark blue button-up shirt that I got from our grandmother and it was two sizes too big so I've never worn it. Her legs were bare underneath the shirt. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside me and immediately cuddled up to me. She mumbled something about not being able to sleep and took a pillow from the couch, placed in my lap and stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap.

Needless to say I decided not to turn in just yet after all. She was laying on her side, facing the TV. I started stroking her hair the way I know she likes as I looked her over. The shirt was barely covering her tush and I had a great look at her long legs. She has a great tan going already and her legs looked as smooth as silk. Looking down at her face, her eyes were closed now as I continued to stroke her hair. Her long eyelashes would flit every now and then but were mostly still. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a hint of her teeth. Her lips looked so soft and warm. Occasionally I would gently stroke her forehead or around her ear once or twice between stroking her hair. I let my fingers trace gently over her eyebrow and down her cheek a few times - acting like I was just absent-mindedly petting a cat while watching TV. In reality, I wasn't paying any attention to the TV at all. I was totally fixated on this little pixie in my lap. She seemed to be really enjoying the gentle touch I was giving her so I was getting bolder each stroke. I let my fingers gently trace from her forehead to her ear,then gently over her cheek and down to her chin.

When she didn't resist at all (she in fact seemed to be lifting her chin, encouraging me to explore more) I let my next caress trace gently down past her closed eye, over her cheek and just past the corner of her mouth. I continued slowly down over her chin then ever so gently down neck to the top of her shoulder before running into the fabric of her shirt (or my shirt actually). She parted her lips a bit at this so instead of lifting my hand from her skin and going back up to her hair I let my fingers gently trace up her chin and did a gentle circle around her lips. Lastly I let my finger gently caress from one corner of her mouth to her other along her pouting bottom lip. She was so relaxed that even though my touch was very gentle, her lip pulled down a bit so that her mouth was a little bit more open.

At this point she shifted in my lap and turned so that she was laying on her back rather than her side. Her eyes were still closed and she didn't say a word but she clearly was enjoying the attention I was paying to her perfect little face. She had only done up a couple of the middle buttons on her shirt, so as she was lying now I could see the top of her chest and even a little hint of where her left breast would begin to show. The bottom of the shirt on one side had fallen to the side and I could clearly see the pink boy-cut panties she was wearing. They had sort of a lace trim and lace design on them. I could see half of her flat tummy, her navel and while one side of the shirt was still covering her right hip and the very top of her thigh, the other side was completely visible. I could see the outline of her hip bone where it just slightly lifted the waistband of her panties. I could imagine where her pussy would be but couldn't make out any indication of anything more.

I continued to look her all over and memorize every square inch of her young body while I continued to gently caress her face. Each time I would let my fingers trace their way across the top of her chest and along the edge of her shirt, pushing it just a little further each time. Then I started to let my fingers stray a little bit under her shirt with each pass until I was confident that I could feel the softer area around her left breast. After a few minutes I was just keeping my hand on her chest doing slow, gentle circles. Still being careful not to fully touch her breast but I was letting my hand go way under the loose-fitting shirt to her shoulder with each pass. One time I let my pinky stray a little bit further than before and could feel the different texture of the edge of her nipple. Emily's breasts are small and of course laying on her back like this they were barely apparent.

Emily didn't make any indication that she noticed I touched her nipple. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic and her mouth was still a little bit open and her eyes remained closed. I decided to let my pinky drift a little further the next time and as it passed over the top of her breast it brushed gentle against her nipple which was fully erect! I was a bit surprised as I didn't expect it to be so big - it was almost as high as the top of my pinky laying flat on her skin. On the next pass I let my hand go much lower down so that my middle fingers passed on either side of her nipple. I was still tracing very lightly but I could definitely sense her breast beneath my hand. The next time I let my hand rest a little less lightly and I could feel her small breast clearly now as my fingers traced around it.

Emily was still very relaxed and peaceful. Deciding that I could be a bit bolder, I unbuttoned the higher of the two buttons she had bothered to do up on her shirt. I didn't immediately pull the shirt more open, but just let the opened button rest where it was. I continued my gentle circles around the top of her chest and this time pushed my hand very low, down to her stomach - which of course opened her shirt even more.

Again, Emily didn't make any indication that she minded this at all - in fact she seemed to be enjoying the tender attention her brother was giving her. Even with only the one button done up on her shirt, her nipple was still barely covered by it. I let my hand trace all the way up from her navel, up the center of her chest to the base of her neck, then stretched out to her shoulder again. This time I was careful to make sure that her shirt moved further over and when my hand traced down her left side, my arm finally pulled the shirt far enough that I could see her left nipple. It was a dark pink and pointing straight up. It looked like the eraser at the end of a pencil. I let my hand make a few more circles around her left breast with my fingers tracing their way around. I let my hand relax a bit more each time so that instead of just my finger tips touching her soft skin, most of my finger was. Her hard nipple gently touched my palm on one pass and I was surprised at how hard it was.

Ignoring any concerns over being too obvious, I let my fingers slowly trace in smaller and smaller circles around her breast and when Emily made no indication for me to stop I finally let my fingers trace lightly over her nipple. I made another little circle just around the outer edge of her nipple and then, more slowly and deliberately this time, drew two fingers over top of her erect nipple. It moved with my fingers a little bit and then popped back into place as my fingers moved past it. Emily made an "mmm" sound very quietly and shifted slightly in my lap. Deciding that there was no point in pretending anymore that I wasn't totally focused on her breasts and nipple, I undid the final button on her shirt and pulled both sides open, revealing both tiny breasts of my 13 year old sister. Her other nipple was not quite as hard as the one I had been playing with so I let my hand drift over to her other breast and made a few circles around her nipple while watching it harden like the other one.

Fascinated, I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and very gently squeezed it. I let my fingers spread slowly until my entire hand was flat against her breast and I slowly and gently squeezed her tiny breast. Feeling her like this I could tell that while they were small, she definitely had very real and very firm breasts. I moved between each breast, gently squeezing and cupping them and then making little circles around her nipple before squeezing it gently. I was also letting my hand drift down to her tummy and made gentle circles around her navel and over her flat stomach. After a few time I let my hand drift all the way down to the top of her panties and traced the edge over her hips. When my fingers traced below her navel she giggled slightly and it sort of startled me out of the trance I had fallen into.

Emily started to sit up and I was immediately terrified that she was going to be angry with me or that she had somehow just noticed that I was feeling her all over. Instead she pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it on the floor. She flipped over and lay face down on the couch and said "Mmmm. Do my back now." She had her arms at her sides and her head was turned toward the TV on the pillow in my lap. Needless to say, beneath the pillow I had a raging hardon. I moved her long hair to one side and started to run my hand all over the soft skin of her naked back. I let my hand go in big circles from the tops of her shoulders, down her side and down to her hips. I traced the top of her panties across her lower back. Her panties are very tight and each side of her little bum was barely squeezed into the pink, lacey fabric.

After a few moments, she moved her hands up under the pillow where she discovered my hard cock waiting for her. At first she must have been surprised because she moved her hands away. Her left hand she dropped under her chest beside my thigh, but her right hand fell into my lap, resting between my thighs with her fingertips just at the bottom of my boxer shorts. She was tracing her fingers back and forth over my inner thigh. She shifted herself a little bit and then her hand was resting right on top of my shorts! She left her hand there laying right across my hard cock. I continued to stroke her naked back as we cuddled there together.

As soft and gorgeous as her back is, after a few moments my cock started to soften. I kept rubbing her back for a little while longer and then finally she sat up on her knees. She grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it over her shoulders without buttoning it. She leaned in and gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks so much for the great massage sweetie!" With that, she stood up and stood beside me for a moment. Her shirt was hanging open and she held the shirt tails in her hands and looked at me for a moment. She smiled at me then pulled her shirt wide open, giving me a full look at her naked chest one last time. Then she covered herself up as if it had been a big slip the first time and made a face like "ooops!" then spun on her heel and skipped out of the room and off to bed.

I sat there for a moment (with another hardon starting up) and then turned off the TV and headed off to bed where I was sure I was going to have really, great, hot dreams.