Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 13:28:05 +0200 (CEST) From: smutwriter Subject: Chrissy Likes Feet! - Chapter 1 I want to recount the story of my sexual awakening. It all stemmed from events my sister, Joana of all people, put into motion during my family's annual cottage trip to the east coast when I was twelve. I went from being a complete newbie to knowing every square inch of my sister's body, and vise versa. My grandparents bought a cottage a few hours from my hometown as a form of escape from the busy city. My sister, cousins, and I would stay at the cottage during certain weeks with our parents and grandparents. At the end of the summer, all of the families would get together for a few days and party hard. I remember piling into the car with my parents, sisters, and dog and making the 1500-mile drive to visit grandma Debra and grandpa Frank. The cottage itself is on the Atlantic coast. There's not much of a beach so to speak as we're on top of a small cliff. Our cottage is set back a few hundred feet into the woods, situated under a hefty pine canopy. The grown-ups stay in the bungalow with plumbing, and heating; the kids get to stay in the bunkhouse adjacent to the main cottage, and have to use the outhouse. In between the two is and old dryer drum which we use for bonfires, encircled by some log benches. Its location requires you to venture through the trees and then down a set of stairs to reach a pebble-covered alcove, flanked on either side by jagged, layered rock formations. Our road trips were a pretty typical family arrangement. My sister Joana and myself would pile into the back of the SUV, with our portable DVD player and excess of luggage, and pass the time watching cartoons and chick flicks, or reading novels. Joana is two years older than me. At the time, I remember she had just broken up with her first real boyfriend, Eric. She had never experienced heartbreak so she was very sullen and didn't say much during the drive, other than to complain occasionally. We have to stop quite a lot because my parents are both smokers and the dog's bladder is starting to become unpredictable. Joana stood at 5'3", 120lbs, had long brown hair which cascaded down her back to the bottom of her buttcrack. She hadn't developed physically like most of her friends; she had small B-cup breasts, and I know she was sexually inexperienced because she only got her period at 13. Up until that week, I hadn't seen my sister naked since I was 3 or 4 when we bathed together. She often likes to show off her plump thighs, slender legs, and soft chest by wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a tank top (her favorite summer outfit). This naturally draws the eye to her exposed skin: Her soft hands and feet, adorned with multiple rings and bracelets. She didn't like to shave though because her skin breaks out so she's got a good amount of faint, blonde body hair on her legs and her armpits (among other places). I'm basically a smaller version of my older sister. I'm only 5'0" and 100 lbs, and I have curly, fiery red, shoulder-length hair. We're both thin, and have the same sense of fashion. We both have braces, and freckles, seen to have the same taste in boys. I was flat as a board back then, and I only had sparse pubic hair, and peach fuzz on my legs. I hadn't discovered masturbation up to that point but I knew that my butthole was sensitive and using the pulsating showerhead on it felt really good. Where we differed though, was our appetite for the outdoors. I'm a girly-girl, I'll admit it. I love being clean and in my own home. I love to take care of my body: Do my hair, paint my nails, wear cute clothes. Joana loved sports and the outdoors. She didn't mind being grimy or roughing it in the woods. ________________________________________________________________________ "Christine, wake up." Mom said, as she tried to rouse me. I opened my eyes to see that my father had just finished backing the SUV up to the cottage's front door. The evening sun hung low in the July sky, casting and orange beam into my face. "Joana, come on! I know you're awake." Exclaimed mom. I heard a prolonged sigh leave Joana's mouth as she lifted her head from the window and undid her seatbelt. She ripped off her sleeping mask, and shoved it into her backpack. I followed suit and began gathering my stuff from the back seat to bring into the bunk house. Joana's body language was lethargic and she was clearly seeking attention by banging things around and grumbling under her breath. As we opened the front door, grandma called out to us: "Girls! We forgot to mention we're doing work in there!" She neared closer to us, with a large welcoming smile. "Hello, girls." She said lovingly. "Hi grandma." We both resonated. "Your grandpa has been re-doing the hardwood in there so he had to move some stuff out to make space. How many beds are left in there?" I turned the knob and peeked inside the tiny chalet. To my surprise and disappointment, there was only one bed and a sleeping bag. Being the younger sibling, I would surely get shafted into sleeping on the floor. I turned to see Joana looking over my shoulder who now had a sinister grin across her face. "Just one, grandma." "Can one of you girls make do with the sleeping bag? I know it's not the best but it beats sharing a single-size mattress." "Christine is fine with it." Joana said, almost jovially. "She could use some practice roughing it a bit." "Be nice, Jo. You can take turns each night on the bed. Now get changed! Let's get a quick swim in before the sun goes down!" And with that, grandma walked back across the yard inside to change into her swimsuit. Jo and I both made a trip back to the car to get our luggage bags and lugged them back to the cabin. It was so strange seeing it so empty. The cabin itself was only a hundred square feet but when all of the cousins were there, sometimes there were a dozen kids in there! I dropped my bag in the corner next to the rolled up sleeping bag grandpa had presumably left there in anticipation of our arrival. Jo dropped her bags next to the bed, which had a set of fresh linen sitting atop the mattress. "C'mon, can't I have the bed tonight?" I pled. "We've got to toughen you up!" She barked, playfully, looking back in my direction as she began to unpack. "We'll switch tomorrow night." She added, sensing I wasn't amused with her answer. I knew she was more than capable of sleeping on the floor, she did winter camping for God's sake. "Fine." I said begrudgingly. "Hey, can you turn around or go for a walk while I change?" "I'm not even unpacked yet, can't you just go in the house?" I retorted. Jo craned her head to try to see the main house. "Nah, they're all in there. Last chance, I'm changing now!" "Jo! Come on! Fine, alright, I'll look away." Slightly uncomfortable, I shifted my focus back to the task at hand and continued to lay out my clothing in search of my swim suit. Behind me, I heard the unmistakable sound of pants dropping to the floor. Suddenly then, I became curious as to what sight might lie behind me. I had no idea what another female body looked like; I had never watched porn and I never saw my parents or other adults naked in locker rooms or anything. I took a slight peek over my shoulder out of my peripherals, and I could see that her back was turned to me. She was just hiking up her bikini bottoms as I caught a slight gaze at her butt crack. Joana finished tied off her top and turned around. "Is it as ugly as I feel?" Her teenage insecurity beamed. I took a pause from flattening out my sleeping bag to scold her for being so critical of herself and turned my head. She honestly looks beautiful, and I was hoping that I would be lucky enough to look like her in a couple of years. Her green Billabong bikini was a year old so it was getting a little bit small on her. Her top struggled to contain her still-budding breasts, offering a large view of her chest. The panty component left little to the imagination, I could see the outline of her lips clear as day, and a nice healthy bush was somewhat visible at the edges of her bottoms. Her butt looked wide and plump with a bit of cheek peeking through the bottom. "You look fine." I said, downplaying my feelings. Joana walked out the door barefoot towards grandpa who was now outside trying to build a fire. I put on my pink platform flip flops, and my blue flowery one-piece swimsuit and followed suit. "Hey girls! How was the drive?" Grandpa Frank. "Anyone want some hot dogs?" "Frank, let the girls go for a swim. They can eat in a little while." Grandma chimed in from the porch deck. He smiled and shook his head slightly, "Dinner will be here when you girls come back. Sorry about the beds, by the way. You guys could probably share the bed anyways right? " Joana and I exchanged glances and both snickered at the idea. We knew the bed was tiny and wouldn't offer much rest to either of us. "It's alright grandpa, see you soon!" I said, as we both stepped off towards the shore. The path was somewhat muddy from the previous day's rain and quickly soiled my flip flops. The salty smell and the sound of crashing waves grew stronger as we neared our swimming hole. The sun was starting to set at this point so we had to make the most of our time. I made my way down the 20-foot staircase to reach the pebble-covered shore, expecting Joana to be directly in tow. I sat down on the smooth rocks to let the water wash over my legs. The tiny bit of nail polish left on my toes was quickly washed away by the salty, abrasive water which was a very comfortable temperature. The undertow receded with so much force, I felt like it was trying to pull me out to sea. The undulating motion of the pebbles under my bum felt really nice as the tides went in an out, almost like a really intimate massage. Seeing my swimsuit cling to my body excited me somewhat and my nipples began to perk up. I didn't linger too long on the feeling as Joana was nearby. Suddenly, I saw Jo walk past me and continue walking into the water. Her butt jiggled with each step as she eased her way into the welcoming waters, hands on top of her head. Her peach fuzz cast a golden aura around her body with the fading sunlight. Her favorite activity is to swim about 20 feet out, and just bob with the waves on her back. "Having fun?" I bellowed out. "You have no idea, this feels so good!" She answered, with a grin across her face and her eyes closed. I let her float for a few minutes. "It's getting dark? Want to come back?" I was studying her contours as she laid on her back. Her cute little boobs, her belly and her soft feet and shapely toes were all visible above the water and I couldn't help but be a little jealous I didn't have the same goods she did. "Working on it." She joked, putting zero effort into making her way back. It was only a minute or so before the tide brought her back in and she let herself be deposited on the rocks at my feet. She opened her eyes with a smile, "Hey." She said, still floating around somewhat randomly. "Hey...doing better?" I asked. "Yeah, I just haven't been feeling it the last few weeks. Being here helps though." "I can tell, I haven't seen you this relaxed in a while." I didn't want to bring up Eric's name, lest she regress back to her sullen demeanor. She scooted herself backwards next to me using her arms and collapsed on her back. The sun had disappeared by now and there was merely a faint orange-pink tinge to the sky which offered little in the way of light. "Yeah. Fucking Eric." She said. I was surprised to hear her bring it up. "Hey, guess what I stole from dad." She said with a devious grin on her face. "What?" I asked curiously. "Remember that bottle of red wine he got for Christmas a couple of years back that's been in the basement? It's in my bag." I was shocked. Joana wasn't the partying type from what I knew. Neither of us were allowed to even try a sip of alcohol so for her to steal a dragon bottle of wine was out of character. Our dad is a heavy drinker and mom doesn't drink. Dad's poison of choice is beer so the wine would never get consumed. "No way! What are you going to do with it?" "Take a wild guess." She replied sarcastically. We sat there for a few more minutes admiring the sunset in silence. I couldn't help but keep making occasional glances at Joana's body and feet. God, her feet are beautiful; they're wide and long at size 10. Her toes descend from tall to short starting with her wide, big toe. She spread and wiggled her toes in the water to let the water wash away the mud and grime. I couldn't believe how long she liked to keep her toenails either. "Whatcha staring at?" She asked playfully. I knew I was busted at this point so I had to play it cool. "How do you keep your nails so long without damaging them?" Although I didn't realize I was turned on, I still felt some shame in being caught staring at my sisters feet so hungrily. "Just takes practice." She said with a smirk. "C'mon lets go get some hot dogs." We peeled ourselves from the rocks, gathered our towels, and made our way back to the bunk house to get changed for dinner. Through the trees, we could see the adults had a fire burning in the barrel and were drinking and playing an acoustic guitar. "Don't you love when dad breaks out the guitar?" Jo asked. I was happy to hear her talking again and behaving like her normal self. I guess a change of scenery can do people some good. She almost had an aura of confidence about her and she walked with a bounce. When we got back inside, we rifled through our drawers to choose our night-time outfit. Thankfully since we're on the coast, the bugs aren't bad so we both went for the same outfit: Booty shorts and a hoodie. This time however, we both changed at the same time back to back. There was kind of an implicit agreement not to peek, which seems kind of silly looking back. "Hey, want a refreshment?" Jo asked me. "What do you mean?" Joana turned back around and pulled out the bottle of wine from her back and showed it off to me, in a similar fashion to how Vanna White would showcase prizes on TV. I laughed nervously, unsure of how to answer. "Here." She handed me the bottle and retrieved two insulated, metal cups from the cupboard in the room. "One for you, one for me." She cracked open the lid and poured out, what in hindsight I know is too much wine. She put the lids on the cups, took one for herself, and stashed the bottle in her bag again. We emerged from the cabin together and walked over to the group of adults. Jo and I sat down on the small log bench next to the fire and just soaked in the conversation for a bit. Grandpa was charring hot dogs over the fire while everyone else discussed politics of some sort, occasionally taking sips of our forbidden drink. I was surprised at how much I disliked wine; I thought women drank this stuff constantly. I did enjoy the warm feeling it gave me, however. I could tell Joana was thoroughly enjoying herself as she was laughing and being all "sisterly" if there was such a thing. She was playing with my hair from time to time or resting her head on my shoulder when the wine began to overtake her. As the evening wore on, her feet got increasingly dirty again because she refused to wear shoes. I couldn't stop staring. She kept scrunching her toes or wiggling them when her legs were crossed. I just wanted to clean them and take such good care of them, they didn't deserve to be filthy! I had a hard time understanding what I was feeling. My nipples were perky again, except I wasn't cold. I glanced over at Joana who was still resting her head on my shoulder, and was pretty bubbly and giggly at this point. My eyes made their way down her chest and legs; I could see down her shirt and when she laughed I caught a slight glimpse of her nipple! Whatever the adults were discussing sent her into a laughing fit and her little breasts jiggled with each aspiration. A wave of warmth washed over me like I had never felt before, and it wasn't the campfire. The smell of her hair was tantalizing; sometimes in the shower, I would use her shampoo much to her chagrin. Her hair was done up in a bun on top of her head, much like mine. I turned my head and rested my chin on top of her head, just as I met my dad's gaze. "Awh, honey look. They're like lovers." He exclaimed to my mother. She chuckled and slapped him on the arm playfully. I could tell they were both pretty bubbly at this point. "Eew dad, weird." Joana replied. Truth is, I didn't find it that weird of a concept. I do love my sister dearly, but at the time I didn't know the connotation behind the term "lover." I reached down for my cup to find that it was empty, and so was Joana's. She had made a few trips back to the room to "check her texts" which probably meant she was sneaking a few more sips of wine. The cup slipped from my fingers and clanked against some rocks on forest floor, causing Joana to perk up and absentmindedly try to salvage the now-finished drink. As she leaned across my lap, I caught a full glimpse of her breasts. They were perfect, and they looked so soft and smooth. They blended seamlessly with her tummy and her areolas themselves were much smaller than mine. Her nipples were firm and tall like two little candy corns. On her way back up, I couldn't help but try to sneak another which is when she caught me staring. I only realized when she stopped trying to resume her regular sitting position and hovered there for a second. We locked eyes and she gave me a little smirk out of one side of her mouth, followed quickly by a zombie-like stare with her mouth agape. I assume she was mocking the look on my face as I hadn't yet mastered my poker face. Just then, a dense, acrid wall of tobacco smoke filled the area. Grandpa had broken out his novelty Gandalf pipe, and resumed his post in his lawn chair next to the fire. The whirling air around the fire pit wafted it into our faces and everyone was taken aback somewhat. "Grandpa, that's strong!" I complained. "My eyes burn!" "Get used to it kiddo!" He mocked, in a manner similar to Joana's abrasive form of taunting. I can see where she gets it now. "Girls, you should probably go to bed, it's 11 o'clock." My dad chimed in. "It's supposed to start raining soon anyways." Just then, Joana yawned and stretched, revealing her belly for everyone to see, she extended her legs and splayed her toes. It was one of those exhausted-type stretches. She stood up, stumbled a bit, and let out a whimper. "Careful dear." Mom said lovingly. "It's okay mom, it's just the ground and I left my shoes in the cabin" "Christine, can you walk back with your sister? I know it's right there but the ground is uneven." "Sure, mom." I said begrudgingly. It was literally 20 feet away, I could throw a rock at it from where I stood. We gathered our cups as the adults continued to discuss their apparently heated conversation on topics neither of us cared about. Joana linked her arm through mine and I helped walk her back. "You're a little drunk, aren't you?" I teased. "Shut up, you owe me so big." She responded. "What do you mean? I'm the one carrying YOU right now. "Yeah but you're probably feeling it by now too right?" I hadn't really taken a second to notice how the wine was making me feel. I was definitely feeling happier and bold enough to talk back to Jo, which I don't normally do. I wasn't falling over like her though. A warm feeling coursed through my body and it felt awesome; I never wanted it to leave. ________________________________________________________________________ She opened the door to the cabin and hobbled over to the bed, collapsing diagonally at the head, with her feet dangling over the side. I walked over to my bag and began rifling through for my pajamas. Just then, the sheet metal roof began to emit the unmistakable cacophony of rain fall, punctuated by a noticeable drop in temperature "Ugh, my feet hurt! And I'm cold." She complained, in her regular fashion. " At this point in the day, her were dusty from walking around the camp site all day barefoot. Lucking we missed the rain by seconds or else we'd be dealing with muddy tracks inside. My feet were clean and pristine as always. The way her feet dangled and her toes moved restlessly were so inviting, accentuated further by fiery glow of the lone incandescent light, struggling to illuminate the tiny room. She shot up in bed and looked at me with a devious grin on her face. "Rub my feet. That's how you can make it up to me." "I'm not even drunk!" I protested. "Pleeeeease, Eric used to give them to me all the time, it's been way too long. My dogs are barking!" She wiggled her grimy toes at me and stuck her tongue out through her brilliantly shining braces. I felt almost embarrassed at the idea. But also intrigued, as the idea of comparing anatomies with my sister suddenly became the focus of my thoughts. My face reddened and got hot as I looked away back at my bag, pretending to look for something. "It'll be fun! I can do you after." That actually sounded really nice. I had never had a foot massage before then. The only frame of reference I had were the backrubs my mom would give us after soccer when we were little and those felt amazing. Plus I like being pampered. I was sold. "Fine. But I want to wash them first. Too dirty." "Alright, suit yourself." She said before standing up. I reached into my bag and pulled out a washcloth and made my way to the front door. I opened it and held my hand under the downspout to get it all soaked. As I closed the door and turned around, there was Joana: Totally naked, her ass on full display for me. She undid her hair from her bun and it tumbled down, and once again robbed my eyes of the sight her ripe, pink peach. She snapped her head back over her shoulder with a serious look on her face, which quickly devolved into laughter when she, once again, caught me peeking. She let out a hearty laugh and proceeded to put on her slip-over nightgown. Red in the face again, I removed my matching nightgown from the bag. Maybe it was the wine or maybe I thought my sister would like a look, but I turned away from her, dropped my pants and lifted off my tank top. She again laughed behind me: "Where's your ass?" Followed by more laughter. I ignored her and put on my nightgown, and a pair of frilly ankle socks. I turned around with an annoyed expression. I must have looked pretty unthreatening right then. Red, frizzy hair, and my braces leaving an unmistakable indentation against my lips, which formed a forced frown. "Awh, I'm sorry. Honest. Now come. Wash my feet, like I know you want to." I blushed, knowing she was right. Assuming my position at the foot of the bed I relayed: "You've got to do me after, I swear." "I will. I will." She said, trailing off and yawning. "You might put me to sleep though." Her feet were inches from my face now and I could study the majesty up close. I reached out and grabbed her right foot, causing her to giggle and flinch slightly. I took the wet cloth and began to wash the sand and dirt from her soles, revealing a maze of lines and creases; totally unlike mine which are still very smooth. Some peach fuzz adorned the top of her toes, and only added to the allure as I had not yet sprung much body hair. I couldn't believe how soft they were! I got somewhat lost and just started playing with her foot instead of massaging or cleaning and she took notice. "Less thinky, more scrubby...It's like you want to marry my feet or something." "What? How do I marry a foot?" I asked incredulously. She lifted her head to look at my reaction. "I've seen you glancing all day, don't lie." "I...I just think...they're so different from mine. They're so pretty." I stammered. "You've got pretty feet too! They're all cute and dainty." I perked up a bit. "You think so?" "Yeah, sure." She laid her head back down on the pillow. I returned to my duties and switched to her left foot once the right was clean. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and then I suddenly realized something: I think I'm horny for my sister! I had a crush on her! My friend Emily told me she sometimes gets horny. I hadn't quite figured out what that meant up to that point, although I probably should have considering I freshly embarking on puberty, and noticing boys. I actually had my first kiss last year but the braces made it kind of hard and it was just a one-time thing. My parents never addressed sex at home. They told us where babies come from but never elaborated on it, especially not the taboo aspects like incest or kinks. Going to a Catholic school our whole lives didn't help much either as they discouraged teaching sex ed. I didn't find it weird that I had a crush on my sister. "Mmmm, that feels so good. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it." In that moment, I worked up the courage to do something I never thought I would do but I was feeling especially bold, I palmed the heel of her left foot and planted a soft kiss on the ball of her sole, her toes grazing my nose. It smelled so earthy, yet so clean and fresh from the rainwater. Only a faint tinge of dirt was present which didn't bother me one bit. She lifted her head slightly to look down. "What was that?" She said slowly and inquisitively, her reactions slowed somewhat from the alcohol. Her tone told me that she knew exactly what it was. I smiled and looked up at her and planed another little kiss, this time on her big toe. She didn't fight me she just put her head back down and chuckled to herself "Chrissy likes feet!" She said aloud in a taunting manner, her voice now being drowned out by the rainfall. "Want me to stop?" I asked, hoping she wasn't too uncomfortable. After a long pause: "I didn't say that." With that as my confirmation I began to slowly kiss the arches of her foot, licking my lips hungrily. Her sole was soon drenched in saliva as I slowly worked my way up to her toes. I used my free hand to inspect each toe, admiring the pristine toe nails and the overall beauty of them. Joana stirred somewhat and slid her right leg off the bed and pivoted her position. I could tell she was really enjoying herself now. "Here. Better access." She said pointing at her feet. She reclined horizontally onto the bed, propping herself up by her elbows. Her nightgown draped over her chest and tummy, and the front was tucked between her thighs somewhat showing every detail of her form. Her nipples stood proud, and her elegant mane flowed entirely down one side of her head and onto the bed next to her. She bit her lip and grinned in anticipation: "Well?" I obliged, brought her feet together and licked up and down her toes, savoring, and sucking on each one. My tongue wove it's way through her toes and they tasted heavenly. A faint saltiness coated my mouth as I enjoyed my sisters feet to myself. "Fuck." She whispered. Stunned to hear my sister express such enthusiasm to what I was doing sent a wave of heat through my body. I must have been on my knees for five minutes enjoying her delectable soles and toes until I looked up. Joana was still resting on her elbows, although now her head was back, eyes closed, and her hand was between her legs making little circles. "What was she doing?" I thought to myself. Her nipples stood erect and her top button became undone, revealing most of her breasts, the nipples masked by only the tiniest bit of fabric on each side. I wished another button would undo itself so I could revel in the majesty of the breasts I wanted for myself. Another moment passed until she spread her toes really wide and she whimpered to herself a few times, clutching the bedsheet. "Are you okay?" I asked. "So okay." "What were you doing just now?" "I just came." "What's came?" I asked, perplexed. "When you cum. You know. Orgasm." "What's that?" I was beyond puzzled at this point. "You're kidding me right? Did nobody tell you about orgasms? Don't you rub your pussy?" She asked, sounding almost annoyed. "Ew, Jo. Gross. Why would I do that?" "Because it feels AMAZING." She said, rolling around the mattress jovially. I stood up, my knees now red from having knelt for so long. "So you just rub your...pussy?" I asked. "Yeah, or use something long and smooth. Sometimes, I use the showerhead." "No way! I use the showerhead on my bum and it feels really good." I replied excitedly. I thought maybe I was weird for paying too much attention to my butthole in the shower. "Interesting." She said with an inquisitive pause. "That might actually work too. Lots of women like it in the butt!" "They like what in the butt?" I was almost scared to find out the answer. "Sex. Putting penises in there, fingers, tongues, toys, you name it." This was totally bizarre to me. I had never once considered any of the ideas my sister had presented to me in the last five minutes. I was so nervous, my heart was pounding at the ideas racing through my mind with my sister in front of me. All alone in the cabin, seemingly willing and eager to show me the way. I was feeling new sensations: My vagina was wet and hot. Soaking wet. I could feel it running down my leg as I stood. "So like...how do I cum? Should I try?" Her eyes widened and her smile practically extended across her face. "Yeah, let's do it. I'll show you! It's always better when someone else does it for you anyways!" She sprung up from bed and skipped over to her bag and pulled out a small jar of Vaseline from her toiletry bag. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." She ordered. I nervously walked over, my head down in a submissive manner and my fingers tented in front of me nervously. I had become overcome by a million feelings: Lust, excitation, and a bit of insecurity. But that warm feeling had now made its way between my legs to my pussy, as Joana affectionately called it. "What's she going to do? Is she going to see me naked?" I wondered to myself. I lifted my nightgown to avoid kneeling on it, knelt on the bed and scooted my way to the middle. I planed my hands and pointed my butt towards the door. I looked over to see Joana smiling at me, leaning against the doorframe studying me. She twirled her hair and bit her lip as my face reddened and I couldn't help but look away. She tossed the little container of Vaseline onto the bed beneath me, and walked over to me. "You ready? She asked me, while she gently caressed my butt cheek. I was so embarrassed just then, nobody had seen me naked in years, I wasn't sure what to feel. I'd never even had a boyfriend before. She began to lift the back of my nightgown, revealing my thighs. As she got higher, I reflexively tried to straighten my body to stop her from seeing my goods. "Wait, I don't know Jo. I'm nervous. Nobody's ever seen me like that before." "Hmm. I have an idea." She jumped off the bed and knelt next to her backpack and pulled out her sleeping mask. "Want me to wear this so I don't see? Or maybe you could wear it?" I weighed my options, after a second I settled on the latter. "I'll take it." I said with a nervous gulp, taking it from her hand. "No funny stuff," I said. I pulled the blinder over my eyes and it went dark. Being deprived of my sight allowed me to focus on my other senses. I could smell the fresh rainfall outside, and I could hear the metal roof clanging with each droplet, but most of all, I could smell her; Joana's lovely scent. Like Earth and flowers, accentuated with smoke from the fire. I shifted my head forward again and tried to focus solely on my sense of touch after this point. I wanted to feel like Joana did when she was cumming, it looked like so much fun. I felt my nightgown slide up past my ass and my errogenous zones were greeted by a cool draft, I reflexively clenched my vagina and anus in response to the cold, causing another droplet to run down my thigh. Joana gasped "Holy shit, you're so wet, Chrissy." She planted one hand on my bum and wiped away the dripping nectar with a free finger. "We probably won't even need the Vaseline." Waves of electricity shot through my body as her fingers grazed my labia. That was a new feeling to me. I let out a tiny whimper and my toes clenched at my little socks. "Feels good doesn't it?" She asked. I could only nod and bite my lip in response. I pulled the pillow towards me, and planted my elbows and head on it, giving Joana pristine access to my girly bits. With one finger, she gently massaged up and down my little pink slit, my body gyrating to match her rhythm; I was in heaven. I could feel the moisture and how slick her finger was. Joana meanwhile, had sat down on the bed behind me and was squeezing my ass cheek with her free hand. She would play with my little pubes around my lips and bum hole too. "Your pussy is so cute, Chrissy. I wish I was still as hairless as you." She looked at her now sopping wet finger and asked "So you want me to try to make your bum feel good?" "Yes." I blurted out, face pressed against the pillow in ecstasy. I was aching for some kind of release. My pussy felt so hot and swollen and there was a sort of pressure building in my pelvis. Joana drew closer to my exposed flower, mere inches from her face and took in the sights without saying a word. I could tell she was breathing deeply, sniffing my holes. "Mmm, it stinks so good." She said with an amazed laugh. "I've never played with my ass before." She used her pointer finger to make little tiny circles on my tight, brown rosebud; lubricating it with my own juices. At this point, any sense of embarrassment had completely faded away. I belonged to my sister. She was cautious not to use her nails too much, using her fingerprint to apply steadily increasing pressure to my anus. It felt so fucking good. Way better than the showerhead. Not as strong of an effect as when Jo rubbed my slit but still amazing. I tried to fight my body's reaction to expel her finger by just letting go mentally. I resigned myself to what Joana was doing, and matched her pressure with equal thrusts. "Tell me if you want me to stop." She said caringly. "No, please. Try to go deeper." I whimpered. I began to salivate at the thought of Joana's hairy pussy and asshole and I caught myself drooling. Joana worked her finger into my butthole ever deeper, reorienting it nail-first as the muscles had relaxed. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me, or wanted me to take the lead, but she just held her finger in place rigidly. Not knowing what else to do, I rocked my bum back and forth, harder and harder until suddenly: POP! Joana's second knuckle passed into my nether region. I could feel all of her. I bum clenched but I didn't move forward, nor did she retract. I propped myself back up on my hands, still blindfolded and began involuntarily squeaking and moaning. "Fuck Chrissy, that's insane. Do you like this?" She sounded astonished and amused. "Oh my God, so much. It feels so good. Don't stop." Joana, almost unsure of what to do at this point began twisting her finger and penetrating in a soft in-and-out motion. The feeling in my pelvis was culminating into something monumental. I didn't know what was happening but I knew it was going to happen soon. I suddenly heard Jo spit and felt a warmth envelop my tight, little, brown hole; she was blowing my mind at every turn. "You're almost there Chrissy. Your pussy is gushing right now!" Her finger movements became fast and I couldn't keep up the rhythm so I just held myself in place. Every breath I let out was a loud, squeaky moan which was completely drowned out by the rainfall. I reached down to feel my juices and she was right: it was literally dripping onto the bedsheets. I used my ring and index finger to part my lips, and my middle finger to feel myself. I'd never touched myself like that before but it felt so right. I moved my finger back and forth, paying special attention to the small bump near the top of my gash. Like a silky pearl, it shot shivers and electric jolts through my body. "Yeah, that's it Chrissy, you're cumming." My moans grew uncontrollably loud as my hips and back clenched repeatedly. Joana didn't slow her rhythm, nor did I; my holes being jackhammered as my body collapsed to the mattress. I could have died right then and my life would have been complete. Time stood still as I absorbed all of the sensations. Joana eventually slowed, understanding the intricacies of masturbation by her age and that I would become over-stimulated. She slowly retracted her finger from my anus, and I rolled over, now wearing only my socks and the blindfold. Joana sat between my legs, admiring my ladyhood and took a sniff of her finger. "Not bad Chrissy, you've got a nice clean little butt!" She reached for the washcloth and wiped her finger off. "Did I ever tell you I love you?" I asked jokingly, my face still flush from orgasmic bliss. "All the time, kiddo. But now you really mean it don't you?" She brought up a good point. I definitely wanted to keep doing this, especially with someone I trust like my sister. She knelt between my legs for a moment before reaching down with both hands and pulling my little, frilly socks off in a quick motion. She grabbed both ankles, lifted my legs over her head, and brought them together in front of her face. She stared at them for a second before exclaiming: "Not fair, I want smooth feet again!" She slowly licked my soles from side to site and worked her way up my feet to my toes. She took my entire left foot in her mouth at once and swirled her tongue around. I just laid back, pinching my lip and laughing at the tickling sensation. My other hand found its way to my breast on its own and began gently pinching my nipple. The feeling of her warm mouth on my feet was heavenly. I couldn't believe I had been able to make Joana feel that way earlier. She eventually grew bored of sucking on my toes and said" My turn!" "What do you mean?" I asked, lifting one side of the mask to see what she was doing. She rifled through her bag and pulled out and pulled out a jump rope and a couple of belts. "I used to make Eric do this for me. We both got a kick out of it." Another button on her nightgown had come undone and her breasts were clearly visible for me to see in all their glory. They beckoned me, nipples upturned slightly. They were soft and firm and stood proud with not enough weight to even sag under their own weight yet. I didn't protest as she tied my hands together to the headboard with the jump rope. Nor did I fight when she tied my ankles splayed apart, to the metal baseboard bars. She climbed atop the bed and knelt over my chest, reaching down to playfully twist my nipples. She giggled as I winced in pleasure. Just then she leaned forward and pressed her nose to mine and pulled the mask down over my eyes once more. "Do you want to make me feel good?" She whispered. I could smell the wine on her breath and her tone sounded so inviting. I nodded, rubbing her nose against mine and laughed nervously. Then I felt it: Her lips touched mine. I was stunned, I didn't even have time to reciprocate a kiss. "What does it mean to kiss your sister? " I thought. "Fuck it." I lifted my head from the bed and leaned in, beckoning her for another kiss which she obliged. Our lips met and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing so I just kept making a kissing motion while her tongue ran its way across my braces. Eventually, I opened wide and our tongues met. They danced as we explored each other's mouths. She tasted amazing. Like wine and candy from her lip-gloss. "You could use a little practice." She joked. "That's okay, it's pretty hard to screw up oral." "Oral?" I asked again, confused. Joana removed the mask and put it on her forehead. I looked up to see her breasts poking out of her nightgown, silhouetted by the lone lightbulb. "Yeah, oral. With your mouth." She lifted the front of her nightgown to show me her pussy. I could already feel a wet spot on my tummy from where she had been sitting but how she was on full display for me. I could smell her womanhood wafting from underneath her nightgown and it was enthralling. A little bit like pee but with something more, something hard to explain. Her pubes were thick but not very long, I could see some skin beneath. She had a massive bean at the top of her pussy, unlike my little pearl. My sister's vagina was inches from my face and I was about to bring her to orgasm using my mouth. Holy shit. She pulled the mask down over her eyes as she collected her hair in one arm, and hiked her nightgown up with the other. She scooted forward and brought her pussy directly over my face. I was completely hypnotized. "Make me feel good, Chrissy." She said longingly. I kissed at her bean causing her to shutter and giggle. "Use your tongue. Lick my clit" She whispered demandingly. Unsure of how to approach this, I simply stuck my tongue through my lips and began wagging it back and forth across her clit. She started to match my rhythms with subtle gyrating motions, pressed harder against my tongue. I decided I wanted to try and suck on her clit, it seemed big enough. I opened my mouth and locked my lips around her engorged, slippery clit. She gasped and dropped her nightgown and hair, leaving me in the dark once more. I looked up to see that Joana was grabbing her breast and her other hand fell backward to hold herself. She scooted that hand forward until it once again, met my tight little pussy and she bagan to lovingly rub on it as I sucked and swallowed for dear life. Her moans were constant, loud, and primal and she finally put all of her weight down on my face, I knew she was cumming. I could feel her juices running down my chin, as I flattened my tongue and pressed it as hard as I could against her clit. Her pubes tickled my face as my nose and mouth were completely buried in her pussy at this point. "Damn girl, you're better than Eric. Are you sure you've never eaten pussy before?" I took that as a compliment. I was happy I could make my sister feel so good. I blushed a little bit and smirked. "Pretty sure." I responded sarcastically. "Okay, now you have to experience that." She added, before spinning herself around on top of me. She threw off the mask and looked at the space between our bellies and asked: "Want me to untie you?" I smirked as I wiggled free of my restraints in mere seconds. "I was just playing around, you didn't tie me up very well." I poked. "You ready for a crazy orgasm?" She asked? I just nodded as I stared at her butt covered by the nightgown. I lifted it slowly with both hands and gazed at her asshole and pussy from the back. It was so brown and had a ring of curly brown hair around it, I just wanted to touch it and taste it for some reason. I scooted down more, not only to allow Jo better access, but also so I could better admire her private area. It was still so wet and smelled like her with a very faint, but pleasant stink. Suddenly, Jo sat back up to tie her hair, pressing her asshole directly against my nose and her pussy on my mouth. The smell was intoxicating, I though I would cum again right then. "Oops! Sorry!" She exclaimed, sincerely. "I hope it wasn't gross." With my eyes closed, I just shook my head and smiled, unable to muster any words. "Do you like by bum hole, Chrissy?" I nodded again, grazing her hole with my nose. Joana leaned to one side and began kissing my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs wider to give her better access. "Wow, Chrissy. It's so pink inside." "Yeah yours is more red." "It smells so good." She played with my tiny pubic hair patch on my prominent mound, rubbing the hair in little circles, as she gently parted my lips with her fingers. Then, I felt it. The most heavenly feeling I had felt my entire life. Joana's warm tongue gliding through my pussy lips up and down as my head collapsed in bliss. My toes curled and my back arched. I lifted my feet and bent my knees, bringing them up towards my chest, toes still tightly curled. Joana scooted back a little bit, bringing her holes ever closer to my face. "Is this nice?" She said, frantically licking at me in an unexperienced fashion. "Yes...Yes!" I screamed. I lifted my head, knowing I had to make my move. I lifted my head and weighed my options: Should I lick her pussy some more? Or should I try licking her bum? I reached up with both hands and cradled her butt, pulling it down onto my face. I stuck my tongue out flat and pressed and dragged it as hard as I could against her butthole. Joana let out a loud gas, clearly surprised by my boldness. "Oh my God, Chrissy, no. Please. I'm embarrassed. I..." I ignored her pleas and continued to squeegee her tight, puckered asshole with my mouth, studying and admiring the flavor profile. I stuck my tongue out firm and began trying to ease it into her anus. In small thrusting, circular motions, I was able to press it somewhat in after Jo had learned to relax. By now, Joana's complaints had ceased, and morphed into loud uncontrollable moaning as she sucked on my little clit. I felt her index finger start making little circles against my pussy hole. I had never played with my vagina like that, and I wanted to protest, but it just felt so good I let her keep going. "I want to finger your pussy, Chrissy. Tell me if it starts to hurt." "Okay." I said nervously, not sure of what to expect. She stared at my pussy now; I could feel her warm breath on my lady bits. Her small circles became smaller and smaller as her nail worked its way into my virgin pussy. I let go of Jo's ass and slammed my hands down at my side, clutching the bed for dear life. The feeling was overwhelming. She plunged her finger deeper and I felt her knuckles work their way into me. I squirmed and brought my knees tighter to my chest, Joana's weight pinning me to the mattress. My only option was to endure, not that I wanted it to end. Joana's rhythm started very slowly and gently but quickly became very rapid. I assume this is how she masturbated. Her finger slid in and out of me, and she returned her focus to my clit as well, sucking at the elusive pink bump. My body went limp as my legs collapsed back to the mattress and my toes clenched harder than ever before. I twitched a few times without meaning to as Jo's fingers slowed their hammering on my pussy. "I take it that didn't hurt?" She asked, knowing I had just cum again. "Not at all, I'm going to start doing that." "Hey, can you do that thing you were just doing...to my ass?" Without a word, I took my index finger coated my finger in Jo's fluids, rubbing it around her slit, causing her to giggle and press against my finger. I made some little circles against her little brown hole and I felt her relax her muscles. "What if I use my finger like you did?" She just nodded and smiled, eyes still covered. I pressed my finger in a pointing motion into her asshole as she relaxed her muscles and it just slid right in. "Oh!" She gasped repeatedly as my knuckles bottomed out. I wasn't even moving but I could tell Joana was very sensitive to what I was doing right now. After a moment, I simply began twisting my finger very, very slowly. Joana's moans were constant, and filled with passion; I could tell she was enjoying herself, and I wanted to help her cum again. It felt like my new sisterly obligation. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Chrissy! Yes! Yes!" Her brown little flower clenched hard on my finger and her back arched up and down, all while she screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy began to leak a clear fluid onto my face and I instinctively began to lap it up. I loved the taste of my sister's sweet pussy nectar. I slowly removed my finger from my sister's anus as shit simultaneously got back to her feet. I couldn't believe how clean my finger was. She ripped off her mask and removed her nightgown, turning around to face me. I look right at her, brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked it clean. You should have seen her facial expression. He mouth hung agape and she was smiling, obviously amazed that I had just done that. "You dirty little girl." She said playfully, sitting on the bed next to me now. I simply smiled, now knowing what else to say. She flipped the light switch and laid down next to me as I made room for her. No further words were spoken that night, we simply laid next to each other in bed, gently playing with each other's bodies, punctuated by intense, fervent make out sessions. In less than a day, my sister had totally opened my eyes to the nature of lesbian sex and I was hooked. This was the first of many encounters we had growing up.