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The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or
dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.
If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

Love Lessons - Chapter One, Part One - by - The StoryMaster

I shall never forget that day at the cabin on the mountain.  It's
been, what...  more than thirty years now since that miraculous
afternoon?  And I still remember every detail as though it all
happened yesterday.

I had just turned eighteen and was scheduled to depart for boot camp
in about three weeks to begin a four year stint in the United States
Navy.  My sister, Ginny was eleven and a half at the time, and was
entering one of those wonderful periods in a young girl's life where
mysterious new experiences lay around every corner.

Ginny was a delightful girl and was quite precocious for an eleven
year old.  She was slim of figure and about average height for her
age.  She had a pretty face with big blue eyes and light blond hair
which she wore girlishly short.  Her nose was petite and adorned with
a faint line of freckles which ran from cheek to cheek.  All in all,
she was your typical kid sister, happy and gregarious, and as I eluded
to earlier, very curious.

Our story begins about two weeks earlier.  I'd given up my apartment
in town in preparation for my upcoming military career, and was
bunking with my brother at my parents' house for a few weeks.  One
afternoon I was upstairs wasting time in what used to be my old
bedroom when in walked my sister, Ginny.  She'd just gotten home from
school and had come directly upstairs to talk to her big brother.  

I recall that I was sitting in the big stuffed chair in the corner by
the window opening onto the upstairs balcony.  "What's up?" I asked,
holding out my hand to her.

"Nothing," she answered with a certain coyness as she approached me.

I had a hunch that things were about to get interesting, because she
had that peculiar expression on her face that I'd come to recognize as
an indicator that my little sister was feeling, shall we say,
"playful".  I patted my knee, and she flopped down into my lap and
leaned back against me.

"What's a French kiss?" she asked completely unexpectedly.

I think I nearly choked from surprise, and it took me a moment to
regain my composure.

"W..why do you ask?" I inquired.

Ginny went on to explain to me that at school that day a couple of her
girlfriends were talking about boys and stuff, and that one of them by
the name of Lindsay had started bragging about how her boyfriend had
French kissed her.  Ginny to this day hates it when she doesn't
understand something, so she implored me to explain to her exactly
what was involved in French kissing.

"How old is this girl, Lindsay?" I asked, as I wrapped my arms around
her affectionately.

"I dunno, ten, I think," she replied.

"I see," I said to her.  "Tell me something, Gin."  She lay her head
against my shoulder and looked up at me.  "Do you have a boyfriend
yet?"  There was a long period of silence before my kid sister
answered.

"No, not really."  She sounded awfully self-conscious about it, and
she squirmed in my lap.

"Well don't you worry, little sister," I responded reassuringly.
"You're still a little young, but before long you'll have a whole
string of boys following you around."  I patted her on the leg.

"No way!" she said with a giggle.

"Oh yes you will, and every one of them is going to want to give you a
French kiss," I replied with a laugh of my own.

"Yuck!" she said, laughing and wiggling in my lap.  "But I don't know
what to do?" she then continued in a more serious tone.

"Well," I said after a short pause.  "I guess you're gonna have to
learn how to French kiss, aren't you."

"Will you tell me how, please?" she asked immediately in a pleading
little voice.

Ginny was definitely in one of her "curious periods", as I called
them.

"It's kind of hard to describe, kiddo," I said.  "It would be much
easier if I just showed you."  

The offer was made, and I awaited my sister's response.

"Y...you mean you want us to... to... kiss?" she asked after a few
seconds of contemplative silence.

"Well yeah.  I mean how else am I going to show you how to do it?" I
asked her.  "Is that a problem for you, Gin?"

"I.. I don't know."  Then she hesitated a moment.  "I.. I guess not,"
she answered in a quiet voice.

"Good," I said, patting her on the leg again.  "If you're gonna have
boyfriends, then you're going to have to know how to handle yourself.
Now hop up, and we'll get started."

"Now?" she asked, a little surprised.

"You bet," I said, helping her off my lap.  "I'm leaving in a month,
you know, and we've got a lot of ground to cover.  Wes, [our brother],
won't be home for an hour, so we'll start with some simple kissing,
then French kissing and then we'll move on from there," I explained to
her as she regained her feet and turned to face me.

"What do you mean?" she asked a bit apprehensively, worried she was
going to get more than she bargained for.

"There's a lot more to having a boyfriend than just French kissing," I
told her as I got to my feet.  With a hand on her shoulder, I guided
my pretty kid sister over to one of the two twin beds.  "I'm going to
give you love lessons, Ginny.  How does that sound?" I asked her.

She looked up at me with a somewhat troubled expression on her face.
I could tell there was a battle going on behind those big blue eyes.
She was obviously wrestling with her conscience, struggling to choose
between her innate curiosity and the parental and social conditioning
she'd been receiving all of her young life.  She looked away for a
second or two, then again she gazed up into my eyes.  "You've already
showed me a lot," she said with just a slight trace of bitterness.

The reason for Ginny's less than enthusiastic reaction was that in
spite of our fairly long history together, my kid sister was, none the
less a female, and true to her gender, she could be fickle as hell.
Throughout the formative years of our relationship together Ginny was
"on again, off again".  One day she wanted to play, and the next she
wouldn't have a thing to do with me.  It was very frustrating, but I
never forced the issue.

I sat down on the bed and turned her so that we were eye to eye with
each other.  "Don't forget, Gin.  The last time we did anything
together, you asked me.  Remember?" I reminded her.  She obviously
recalled the occasion, because she blushed hotly.  

What we were referring to, of course, was the fact that since Ginny
was five years old, she and I had been involved in an entirely
consensual, mutually satisfying physical relationship.  It began as a
simple "show me" kind of thing, then as the years went by, together my
sister and I unraveled many thrilling mysteries about each other and
our bodies.  Almost from the beginning Ginny allowed me to place my
cock between her legs and rub it back and forth until I achieved
orgasm.  We referred to this as simply "screwing" for want of a better
name, and we tried several positions, starting with the "Missionary
Position".  Eventually we settled on a side by side orientation as
being the most comfortable for both of us.  Ginny discovered all on
her own that by crossing her legs and squeezing my slowly thrusting
shaft against her most sensitive areas, she could enhance her own
pleasure.  Ginny was very intuitive.  When she was eight, I taught her
how to masturbate which she took to like a duck to water, and shortly
after that, I introduced her to cunnilingus.  That was big hit with my
kid sister, and we took every opportunity to practice.  Although Ginny
learned to enjoy it when I pushed my finger up into her back side,
especially while I was kissing her down there, never once did I enter
her vaginally.  I was too afraid of hurting her, I suppose.

We'd just come out of a rather prolonged period of abstinence which
ended about three weeks ago when Ginny invited me into her bed quite
unexpectedly.  Before that I'd begun to think that our physical
relationship had come to an end.  

I always assumed that it would happen one day.  Eventually Ginny would
learn about incest and the fact that the happy times we enjoyed
together for so many years were rather socially unacceptable.  As a
result, she would either despise me for what I'd done, or perhaps
she'd confide in someone, and I would be off to prison.  I'm happy to
report that neither fate would be mine, but again I'm getting ahead of
myself.  

What I reminded my fickle little sister about that afternoon was the
fact that she had been the one to initiate our latest period of sexual
activity, which really wasn't all that unusual.  Like I said before,
Ginny was a curious girl, and if the truth be known, she enjoyed those
special times with her big brother, provided she could see her way
clear of all of the emotional and social taboos associated with our
relationship.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.  

She nodded her consent, albeit somewhat reluctantly.  I knew, however,
that all of that would change once Ginny warmed up to the occasion.
Like any young lady, she required petting in order to make her purr.
I took her by her narrow shoulders and pulled her closer so that she
stood between my knees.

"Tip your head slightly to your right, and don't be nervous," I told
her softly and smiled.  Again I noticed what a lovely young lady my
little sister was becoming.  She looked so lovely and innocent, yet in
her eyes I recognized that spark of nubile passion I'd seen so many
times before.  "You OK?" I asked tenderly.

"Uh, huh," she replied a little breathlessly, nodding again.  Then she
smiled at me, and I fell in love with her all over again.

"OK, just tip your head a little," I instructed as I slid one hand
gently behind her neck .  Her soft hair was warm against the back of
my hand as I slowly pulled her toward me.  She kept her eyes open
until just seconds before our lips met, then closed them, but before
she did, I saw the trust and love she had for me in those windows to
her soul.

That first kiss is indelibly etched in my memory.  The warmth and
tenderness and innocent beauty of my sister's mouth as she pressed her
lips willingly to mine still thrills me some thirty years hence.

I kissed Ginny once, then once again on the lips.  Then I backed away
and waited until her blue eyes fluttered open.  Her slightly worried
expression was quickly replaced with a timid smile.  Saying nothing, I
took her head gently between my hands and kissed her again.  Pressing
my lips against hers just a tiny bit harder this time, I prolonged the
contact for perhaps ten to fifteen seconds.  Then before backing away
again, I kissed her softly on both cheeks followed by a another soft
peck on the lips.  Ginny's eyes remained shut for several seconds
afterward as I sat gazing upon her loveliness.  A noticeable amount of
color had crept into her cheeks.

"Dropping my hands to her shoulders, I asked, "Well, what do you
think?"

Ginny blinked those huge blue eyes of hers once or twice and brought a
hand up to her cheek.

"Did you like that, Gin?" I asked with a smile, but I could tell she
did.

"I.. Yeah.  I, uhh..." she stammered kinda dizzily.  "Whew, whoa..."
she went on, fanning her face for effect.

"You want to try it again?" I asked encouragingly.  

She nodded without hesitation.

"Great!" I replied.  "Only this time, why don't you put your arms
around me.  You know, give me a hug.  Show me you like it when I kiss
you," I said.  "Oh, and if you feel the tip of my tongue touch your
lips, don't worry.  That's what I'm trying to teach you.  OK?"

Ginny regarded me with a slightly quizzical expression, but nodded her
head that she would try.

"You ready?" I inquired, moving my right hand up to the back of her
neck again.

"Uh.. Huh," she said timidly.

"Just relax," I said reassuringly.  "Now go ahead and put your arms
around me," I instructed as I began to draw her closer.  Ginny reached
for me a bit awkwardly at first, intending I suppose, to put her arms
around my waist, but I took her wrists and guided her hands to my
shoulders.  "Around my neck," I instructed her.  

She nodded her understanding.

Once again our lips met, and as my little sister's arms encircled my
neck, I could sense her willingness as she pressed herself against me.
That kiss was a bit more enthusiastic than our earlier attempts, and
the one which followed, more fervent still, lasting for a full minute
or more.  I kept my eyes open so that I could better judge the effects
that our little experiment was having upon my pretty kid sister when
suddenly she opened her eyes.  I felt her pull back slightly, but I
wasn't quite ready to let her go.  Restraining her gently with my hand
on the back of her neck, I instructed, "Again," with my lips still
pressed against hers.  I noted the glint of mild surprise in her eyes
just before they fluttered shut, and Ginny began kissing me back.  

In hindsight, I suspect that first taste of being made the submissive
member of the relationship went against the grain a little, what with
all the feminism that was being taught in the schools, even back then.
I am told that Ginny went on to accept the submissive roll in many of
her future relationships, but that is the stuff of another tale.

Judging that the timing was right, as our lips met for the forth or
fifth time, I extended the tip of my tongue and brushed it quickly
across the lower edge of Ginny's upper lip.  I felt her flinch a
little, but nothing more.  Her eyes remained closed, and she seemed
contented enough, so I went for step two.  I waited until a point in
our kissing when her lips were naturally parted slightly, slipped my
tongue between them and brushed its tip across the fronts of her
teeth.  I felt her tense up a bit, but I decided to continue.  Curling
the tip of my tongue upward behind Ginny's upper lip, I licked quickly
from side to side two or three times.

"Mm..mmm," she breathed into my mouth, and I felt her hands fly to my
shoulders.  She pushed herself away from me, and not wishing to alarm
her, I let her go.

"Gross!" Ginny exclaimed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her pretty face was contorted in disgust.

"What's wrong?" I asked, acting surprised.  I sat back and waited
while my kid sister collected herself.

"Why'd you do that?" she practically demanded.  "That's disgusting!"
There was anger in her voice.

"Do what?" I inquired, playing dumb.  "I told you I was going to touch
my tongue to your mouth, Gin.  That's what French kissing's all
about," I explained defensively.  She didn't answer, but sat glaring
at me as though I'd betrayed her or something.  "Look," I said,
feeling a little disgruntled myself.  "You're the one who came up here
and asked me to help you out, and then when I do, you get all huffy."

"But you..." she began, before I cut her off.

"You always do this, Ginny," I lectured.  "You start something, and
then you want to quit.  Well I'm getting tired of that little game.
It's high time you grew up a little, kiddo," I said to her.  "You
asked me to teach you about French kissing, and I agreed.  So, it's
time for you to decide, Ginny.  Do you want me to show you how to be a
good lover, or not?"

I waited.

"But..." she started to argue, and again, I interrupted her.

"No buts," I snapped.  "If you want boys to like you and want to hang
out with you rather than your little friend, `what's-her-name', then
you'd better get your act together and quit acting like a little kid,
because baby, you've got a lot to learn!" I said with a heavy dose of
sarcasm. 

Boy, that shut her up.  Judging from the shocked expression on Ginny's
face, I knew that my last remark stung.  Now, my kid sister looked
more confused than angry.  She looked away.  Knowing how much Ginny
hated to be thought of as a child, I used this knowledge to ignite a
spark of righteous indignation in her, hoping that would be enough to
encourage her to continue.  My plan paid off, I'm happy to say.
Suddenly she looked up at me and before my eyes, her expression
softened just a bit.  Then she looked down at her feet and said
nothing.

"So what do you say, Ginny?" I asked in all seriousness.  The two of
us had stood at this crossroad before, only under slightly different
circumstances.  If I was going to get a commitment out of her, it had
to be now.  "Well?" I insisted when she hesitated.  Then I reached
out, grabbed her right hand and pulled her back between my knees and
none to gently.  The move startled her, and she looked up at me again.
Gazing into her deep blue eyes, I asked in a slightly softer tone, "Do
you want to go on, Ginny, or do you want to run away?"

She looked at me in silence for several seconds, then sighed.  "Go
on," she replied in a small voice a moment later.

She tried to look away again, but I placed three fingers under her
chin and made her face me.  "Tell me, Ginny.  Tell me you want me to
teach you.  Tell me you want me to give you "Love Lessons"," I said
rather insistently.  Again, I observed that troubled look on her face
when she realized she was being made to submit, but this time it
didn't last quite as long.  

"OK," she said softly, nodding her head and pressing chin against my
fingers.

"Say it," I demanded.  "Tell me that you want me to teach you, Ginny."

After only a very brief hesitation, she looked me squarely in the eye.
"I want you to teach me," she said, looking very determined.

"And...?" I asked.

She thought for a moment.  "I want you to give me "Love Lessons"," my
pretty eleven year old sister affirmed.

I stared hard at my kid sister for a moment before dropping my hand
from her chin.   Then leaning forward slightly, I placed both of my
hands onto her hips.

Did I mention that Ginny had a great little figure for a girl her age?
Well, she certainly does, but it happened in stages.  As a little
girl, my sister was surprisingly plump, but as the years passed, so
did the baby fat.  By age eight or nine Ginny had what might be best
described as an almost boyish figure, kind of gangly and straight.
Then like magic about a year ago the metamorphosis began, and even
though I witnessed the whole thing first hand, I still don't
understand or believe it.  What happened to all of those straight
lines?  Whence came broad shoulders, a wasp thin waist, shapely hips
and long, lean legs?  And the most astonishing thing of all was the
speed of the transformation.  Where once there stood a lanky little
girl with a distended belly and a finger in her mouth.  Between my
knees stood as fetching a young creature as you can imagine.  

As I rested my hands on Ginny's hips, I recalled the last time we were
together.  Our parents went out to a dinner party, and my brother was
spending the weekend with a friend.  I was left to care for my little
sister as was the case quite often, so Ginny and I had the big old
house to ourselves for several hours.  

As was our habit, by the time my dad's Oldsmobile was no more than
half way down the long gravel driveway, Ginny and I started to
undress.  We liked to watch each other, so we took our time, slowly
removing one article of clothing at a time, until at last the two of
us stood facing each other, naked as the day we were born.  Ginny and
I enjoyed being naked together, and took advantage of every
opportunity that came our way to the fullest.  We had perhaps five
hours in which to enjoy each other's company, and enjoy it we would,
remaining in a state of blissful undress until the last possible
moment.

Again, I diverge from the story line.  You'll have to forgive me, for
I have so many happy memories, that it's quite easy to get off on a
tangent.  But briefly, let me just say that my sister and I spent a
most gratifying evening together, concluding it as we often did by
bathing together.  I was finished first and was lying on my bed,
waiting for Ginny to finish with whatever it is girls do in the
bathroom for so long after a shower.  We had perhaps another hour
before we would have to start looking out for our parents' return, and
I was considering how we might best spend the time.  Cunnilingus was
my first choice.  I loved the way Ginny smelled and tasted,
particularly when she was fresh out of the tub or shower, and unless I
was reading her completely wrong, my little sister enjoyed that part
of our relationship immensely and told me so on more than one
occasion.  Anyway, I was enjoying that most pleasant daydream when a
sound from the direction of the bathroom caused me to wake up, and am
I glad I did.  For there, framed in the bathroom door, stood a real
life dream in the form of my adorable little sister.  

She wore a big white towel wrapped on the top of her head like a
turban, and stood with her hips cocked to one side and one hand on the
doorframe.  Her other hand was sort of behind the small of her back,
but on her hip as well, and served to greatly enhance the
effectiveness of her chosen stance.  

Oh, yes!  It was chosen, alright.  As I mentioned earlier, when Ginny
was in one of her "curious periods", she could be as seductive as any
women twice her age.  And although my kid sister was somewhat naive
and inexperienced regarding the mechanics of lovemaking, she knew what
her big brother liked, and furthermore, she knew that she had it.

In any case, it is that picture of her, standing naked in that
bathroom doorway, that I remember like it was yesterday.  In my mind's
eye, I can see every enticing curve and every fold of supple feminine
flesh.  With the exception of her breasts, for Ginny would be a late
bloomer in that area and with respect to pubic hair as well, my eleven
year old sister possessed the figure of a mature young woman, only in
miniature.  

Now where was I?  Oh yes...

"That's my girl," I said and squeezed her hips affectionately.  Then I
allowed my hands to travel back and downward over her firm little
buttocks to the backs of her legs.  Slowly I slid my hands up under
her cotton dress and up the backs of her slim thighs, reveling in the
softness and warmth of her skin, until I felt her soft cotton
underwear.  "You know I always show you cool stuff," I told her.
Moving my hands up over her hips, I felt for the top of her little
panties.  "You do like the stuff I show you, don't you, Gin?" I asked
as I hooked my thumbs over the thin elastic waist band.

She nodded, but remained silent.

"Then I know you'll like French kissing.  Why I've never met a girl
who doesn't," I commented casually as I drew her panties down past her
knees.  Ginny glanced down quickly then back up into my eyes.  "You
just need to give it a chance, that's all," I went on, ignoring her
questioning expression.  "Like everything else I've taught you and
everything I'm going to teach you, it just takes a little practice and
patience."  While I spoke, I leaned over and to one side and tugged
her panties down to her ankles.  "Go ahead and step out of these," I
said without looking up.

"But I thought we..." she started to protest.

"Come on, Gin," I responded in a slightly impatient tone of voice.
"Don't start that again.  You made me a promise, remember?  You said
you'd cooperate if I agreed to teach you.  Now act like an adult and
pick your right foot up."

"But Wes might walk in any minute," Ginny complained as she put a hand
on my shoulder to steady herself and raised her foot.

"Now the other," I said flatly.

"But..." Ginny complained.

"Don't worry about Wes," I said impatiently.  "We'll hear him coming
in plenty of time."

The panties were off, and I straightened up and smiled at my kid
sister who stood squirming a bit like she always did just after I
removed her underwear.  For some reason, I found the thought of my kid
sister not wearing panties under her dress, and the fact that only she
and I knew about it, to be quite thrilling.  As often as possible, I
would ask her to dress, or rather undress, in this manner around the
house when the rest of the family was home.  At first Ginny hated the
idea and complained bitterly, but she always went along with my
requests.  Then after awhile she got used to it, and quite honestly, I
think it thrilled her a little as well.  In fact, on one occasion, she
agreed to go to school wearing only a sun dress and sandals. 

"But I thought we were gonna, you know... kiss and stuff," Ginny said
in timid little voice as I allowed my hands to roam freely beneath her
cotton print dress.

"We are," I said, looking her in the eye as my fingertips found the
warm valley between her supple buttocks.  Those two firm globes were
just a handful, but I doubt a more exquisite example of the female
back side exists in nature anywhere.  "But if there's time, I might
show you some other stuff as well.  We have a lot of ground to cover,
you know," I added with a smile, garnering another curious look from
my sister.

"OK," I said.  Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly dropped my hands
from under Ginny's dress and placed them on her shoulders again.  "Now
where were we?" I muttered.  "Oh yes.  Now pay attention, Gin," I
instructed.  "I don't want to startle you again.  You with me?" I
asked.

"Uh... huh," she nodded.

"Good," I said.  "Now this time when you feel my tongue touch your
lips, I want you to open your mouth.  Not wide," I went on, seeing
that worried look begin to form.  "Just open a comfortable amount.
You don't have to say "Ahhhh" or anything," I chuckled, trying for
some comic relief.

"But..." she said, looking more apprehensive by the minute.

"Just wait," I stopped her.  "Let me finish.  Then you can ask
questions.  OK?"

She nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly.

"When you feel my tongue in your mouth," I began.  "Wait!" I snapped,
holding up a hand to fend off yet another attempted interruption.
"When you feel me put my tongue into your mouth, I want you to try to
find it with your tongue," I lectured.  "And remember, Ginny.  We're
supposed to be kissing while we're doing all this tongue stuff;
understand?"

"I... but," she began.  She looked quite unhappy all of a sudden, and
I had the bad feeling that she might try to balk again if I gave her
the chance.  So I pressed on.

"Do you understand?" I asked her rather brusquely.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"No buts, Ginny.  Remember, you made a promise and so did I," I
reminded her.  Then I pulled her closer to me.  "You know the drill,"
I said, holding her lovely face between my palms.  "Relax, Gin.  This
is supposed to be fun, you know," I said, smiling reassuringly.   "Tip
you head to the side a little, and..."  But I failed to complete my
sentence as I pressed my lips to hers.  After kissing her gently a
couple of times, I whispered, "Put your arms around me, Gin."

"Uh..huh," she answered, and did as I asked.

Gradually I increased the intensity of my kisses until my mouth all
but covered hers.  Then once again, when the time was right, I
extended my tongue.  Ginny didn't resist or complain this time when I
licked the smooth surfaces of her shining white teeth.  She did open
her eyes and gaze into mine for a moment.  So I winked at her, and she
closed them.  Using the tip of my tongue, I began to pry gently at her
teeth, coaxing her to open for me.  Moving one hand behind her head, I
squeezed the back of her neck firmly, but not so hard as to hurt her
while I redoubled my efforts at her teeth.  

"Mmm..mm," Ginny moaned into my open mouth.  Her hands moved to my
shoulders.  This time, however, she didn't try to push me away, but
rather she squeezed the muscles of my shoulders with her small hands
almost painfully.  I pressed harder with my lips, sucking her lips
into my mouth while my tongue continued its assault.  

Just before her gates fell, Ginny, perhaps having had second thoughts,
tried to shake her head, but I held her tightly with two hands,
preventing her escape.  Finally after another moan, I felt her start
to relax.  Then with a tiny whimper, my little sister's shoulders
slumped, and she parted her teeth.

The door was open.  It really wasn't half the battle you might think
after reading this account.  It was simply the uncertainty of a young
girl, being overcome by patience and persistence.  And when at last
Ginny accepted her big brother's tongue into her mouth for the first
time, she did so willingly.  In fact, if I hadn't known better, I'd
have sworn she'd done this before.  As I had learned in the past and
would discover again and again as our relationship continued to grow
and develop, Ginny was and is today a naturally talented lover, timid
at first when trying something new and delightfully naive, but gifted
none the less.

At first, I kissed her, gently to begin with so as not to frighten
her.  After all, it's a momentous event for a young lady the first
time she tries open mouth kissing, and it takes awhile for her to
assimilate the flood of thoughts and emotions associated with it.  Her
sweet mouth was ambrosia as I gingerly probed about with my tongue,
searching for hers.  For a few minutes, it was nowhere to be found,
and then suddenly I felt a first cautions contact.  It was just a
slight touch and then she withdrew.  "She knows where to find me," I
thought to myself as I went about investigating the backs of Ginny's
upper teeth with the very tip of my tongue.  I wanted her to take the
initiative to seek me out this time.  When after a few seconds I felt
her tongue touch mine again, I knew that she was ready.  Then and only
then did we really begin to kiss each other. 

After a few minutes, I pulled my lips from Ginny's and asked,"Do you
like French kissing, Gin?"  My heart melted as my lovely eleven year
old sister looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement
and curiosity.  She nodded her head.

"Uh...huh," she replied almost huskily, and this time, to my great
satisfaction, it was Ginny who leaned toward me for more.

As her arms encircled my neck a little tighter, and she pressed her
tender lips to mine, I felt her lips part right away.  And as I
slipped my tongue between them, she was there to greet me.  I held her
close and rubbed her back and shoulders as we continued our oral
waltz.  After a few poignant moments, I decided that I'd see how she
did with some  additional stimulus.  Our mouths were pressed tightly
together as I wrapped one arm around her small shoulders and hugged
her tightly. Then I slipped my left hand up under her dress.  Sliding
my hand between my sister's legs, just above her knees, I began to
coax her legs apart, pushing first one way and then the other against
her inner thighs.  Ginny opened her eyes again for a second.  They
seemed hazy now and out of focus, and soon they closed again.  She
must have understood what I wanted, because after only one or two
small pushes, Ginny moved one foot to the side, allowing her brother
access to her.

Wasting no time, I moved my hand up the inside of her right thigh
until the edge of my index finger contacted the supple flesh I sought.

"Mmm," Ginny moaned softly into my mouth when I pressed my hand
against her.  She wasn't afraid, for I'd touched her before many
times.  So often, in fact, that over the years my sister began to look
forward to our times together and to my touching and rubbing,
particularly during her "curious periods".

Three fingers were all that were needed to cover Ginny completely, but
although she was small down there, she was immaculate.  Her pubic arch
or mons was somewhat narrow but plump and proud as were the labia
majora.  The supple lips were narrow yet meaty and resilient to the
touch, and satin smooth skin was stretched tightly over them so not a
single wrinkle marred their surface.  When Ginny held her thighs
tightly together, these fabulous folds formed formidable gates,
protecting the treasures within from casual inspection or contact.  

I knew from personal experience how difficult it could be to work
one's finger between my sister's outer labia when she wasn't of a mind
to allow it.  I'd been forced to use lubrication on more than one
occasion when Ginny was in one of her "difficult periods" and had
required a firmer hand to gain her cooperation, but not so this time.
Without being asked, my sweet kid sister parted her thighs a little
farther when I rolled my hand between her legs and pressed upward with
my middle finger.

"Mmphh!" I felt her breath puff softly against my cheek as she exhaled
through her nose in response to her brother's touch.  

Anyone who thinks that a young lady in her pre-pubescent years can't
get turned on is sadly mistaken, and Ginny was living, breathing
proof.  For as I moved my finger steadily back and forth over flesh as
delicate as flower petals, the urgency of my sister's kissing
increased dramatically, and for a few blissful minutes, I let Ginny
take the lead.

It took every ounce of my willpower to tear my lips from hers, but we
were making such splendid progress, that I felt the time was right to
move on.  Although Ginny and I had spent many hours in each other's
company over the years, and through playful experimentation we'd
uncovered many of the miracles that physical love has to offer, I had
yet to truly investigate the wonders of her mouth.  After more than
six years this was the first time we'd ever kissed, for example.  But
as my little sister pressed her lips willingly to my lips,  and her
tongue danced a tender waltz with mine, it seemed so perfectly
natural, that I decided to suggest something that I'd always shied
away from.  

Ginny's small body was still trembling from the excitement of
discovery, as I held her at arm's length and whispered, "You're a
great little kisser, Gin."  I gave her a warm smile and was instantly
rewarded with a red hot blush.  "I don't think you have a thing to
worry about when it comes time for you to impress a young man," I
added with a conspiratorial wink.  "But hey," I said as I drew her
back between my knees.  "I know a way that you can really make points
with the boys.  Your little friend Lindsay won't stand a chance, I
guarantee."  

"W...what do you mean?" my sister asked when after a moment or two she
could contain her curiosity no longer.  When Ginny was feeling playful
she could be surprisingly agreeable to experimentation, provided I
took my time and allowed her to believe that she was the one who was
calling the shots.  

Gazing into her big blue eyes, I remained silent for several minutes
and simply smiled as I smoothed her dress down in the back over her
shapely little rear end.

"What?" she asked with just a trace of impatience as she tipped her
head to one side and gave me a very precocious smile.

If the truth be known, part of the reason for my hesitation was that I
was rather nervous.  For some unexplainable reason, I worried that
what I was about to suggest to my kid sister would disgust her.  Many
of the sensual mysteries that Ginny and I unraveled in each other's
arms over the years were fresh, new experiences for us both.  For
example, we discovered cunnilingus the first time about two years ago
almost by accident.  

Ginny had just turned nine when she agreed to help me with a science
project.  I told her that I was studying the female anatomy with
regards to basic hygiene.  I'd explained to her that the project would
involve daily examinations and monitoring.  So, for the next three
weeks or so, at least once each day when the opportunity presented
itself, I would take Ginny aside and check between her legs for
temperature, moisture and scent.  More often than not, there would
only be time enough for me to slide my hand into her panties and slip
a finger between her labia, and these all too brief tactile
inspections would yield only rudimentary data at best.  Moisture was
no problem, but I would have to guess at her body temperature.  I'd
made up a little log book into which I entered Ginny's information.
The quick exams would yield data such as: Temperature - Warm or Cool,
Moisture - Damp or Dry, Scent - Strong or Subtle.  

But on those occasions where circumstances allowed us a bit of
privacy, I would inspect my sister more thoroughly.  After I removed
her panties, Ginny would lie down and spread her legs for me.  Then I
would go about examining her.  Spreading her outer labia with my
fingers, I would visually check her for signs of moisture.  Often I
would observe small strings of mucous stretched between her plump
lips.  If not, I could usually count upon finding a glint of
pre-pubescent fluid between the inner labia around the area of her
vaginal opening.  On those occasions in addition to logging Damp or
Dry, I would note the presence of mucous or fluids and their location.

It was during one of my closer inspections of Ginny's vaginal portal
that we discovered she could cause the small orifice in her hymen to
dilate or contract at will.  "Make it wink for me, Gin," I would joke
with her.  This revelation led us to wonder if something , like a
thermometer, for example, might be inserted when Ginny dilated herself
down there.  Sure enough, an oral thermometer with its narrow tip,
slipped into my sister's pre-pubescent vagina virtually effortlessly,
and from then on I was able to monitor and record her vaginal
temperature.  As an added bonus, it turned out that Ginny liked it
when I moved the thin glass rod in and out slowly and of course, very
carefully.  When time allowed, we would take her temperature anally as
well and then compare and record the two readings.

During those brief tactile examinations which unfortunately were
necessary from time to time, the intensity of Ginny's female bouquet
would have to be sampled from my finger tip.  This method was adequate
when time was at a premium, but there was simply nothing more
pleasurable than those occasions when I was able to separate Ginny's
outer labia then lean down close and take a draft of her directly from
the source.  

Ginny, like most girls her age, smelled divine.  The times when I
examined her following a day of school, her aroma was so rich and
heady that I could almost feel its caress against my lips and nose.
Then there was the sweet fragrance of her after her bath where just a
trace of that slightly unwashed bouquet remained to tease my olfactory
nerve.  For nearly two weeks we'd been faithfully registering Ginny's
personal information using visual, olfactory and tactile techniques.
Then one afternoon a thought occurred to me.  "What about taste?"

Our first experience with cunnilingus happened on one of those
occasions when circumstances allowed my sister and I to relax and take
our time.  Ginny had just gotten home from school, and we were
upstairs in her bedroom.  Our mother was down in the kitchen, and
thanks to the creaky wooden floors in our old house we would have
plenty of warning should she decide to come upstairs unexpectedly.  As
a precaution, however, Ginny decided that it would be best if she kept
her blue plaid dress on and simply remove her underwear for her
afternoon examination.  

As I mentioned earlier, I always took advantage of any opportunity to
allow Ginny to feel that she was in charge, since it tended to ratify
her participation in the relationship.  "That sounds like a good idea,
Gin," I said to her as I slipped her warm cotton panties down around
her ankles.  "That way if Mom comes, all you'll have to do is hop off
the bed and pull your dress down," I added as my pretty sister stepped
out of her underwear which I then tossed in the direction of the
hamper near the closet door.  "Go ahead and have a seat on the end of
the bed, and we'll get started," I told her as I opened our log book
to today's date and placed it on the bedside table.

"Is this gonna take long?" Ginny asked in a kind of whiney voice as
she crawled onto the bed, turned and sat with her legs dangling over
the end.  "I've got homework to do," she explained when I gave her a
questioning look.  

I didn't like the way she sounded.  I knew from past experience that
when Ginny got that certain impatient timber in her voice, often it
was an early indication that she was either becoming bored with our
relationship, or that she was starting to listen to her conscience
which unfortunately was sullied by years of parental and social
conditioning, and if left unchecked, she could slide into one of her
"difficult periods".  More often that not, however, I found that the
best way to counter my sister's deteriorating attitude was to distract
her with something new before it was too late.

"Just relax," I told her, as I took her by her narrow shoulders and
"helped" her to lie back onto the bed.  "You know you like our special
times together.  You've told me so yourself, Gin," I reminded her.
She didn't resist me or complain when I flipped her skirt up, so I
went ahead with the exam the same as always.  "Scoot back a little," I
said softly, and with only a barely noticeable little huff, Ginny
complied.  "Let's have a look," I then murmured good naturedly as I
slid my hands under my sister's knees and raised them up until she
could place her heels on the edge of the bed.  "When did you last take
a bath, Gin?" I asked as I allowed her legs to fall apart until she
was spread open wide before me.

"This morning before school," she answered softly, as she stared up at
the ceiling.

Even with her legs splayed widely apart, her plump labia majora were
only partially separated.  "And how was school today?" I inquired in a
casual tone of voice as I spread my sister open farther with my
fingers.  No sooner than Ginny's outer lips parted, I observed a milky
white string of mucous span the ever widening gap between them.  I
would need to make note of that later.

"OK, I guess," my sister replied.  She was looking directly at me now,
and had been ever since I started touching her.  

"That's nice," I responded absent mindedly as with the index finger of
my free hand, I broke the silken strand, and then ran my finger tip
down the inside of her left labia majora between it and her inner
petals.  Her skin there was as smooth as satin.  As I held Ginny open
with the fingers of my right hand, I took the opportunity to trace my
left index finger upward and over the tiny hood of skin which shrouded
her budding clitoris, then slowly down the satin valley between labia
majora and minora on the other side.  

She squirmed a little.  "Feels pretty good, doesn't it, Gin?" I asked
rhetorically as I held her open and gazed upon her moist loveliness.

"I...I guess," she responded but without much enthusiasm.  

Continued in Part Two... SM

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