Tumblr Sister

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

I lay in bed. I had used my shorts to clean myself up a little. I could hear the shower running, so I knew Phee was in there. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour and I was actually a little scared about what would happen next. That's because I had no idea what would happen next, and the complete unknown is kind of scary.

I kept lying there after the shower stopped, and I heard her moving around in her room. I tried to figure out what to say to her the next time I saw her. Then, suddenly, she was there, dressed, looking at me lying on my disheveled bed naked.

"Lazy!" she accused, all perky and beautiful. She'd left her long, dark red hair down, and it framed her face beautifully. "I have to go do something," she said. "See you later."

Then she was off like a deer, running in the house, which she never did, and slamming the front door behind her, which she also never did.

She was always like that after sex, as it turned out. Of course I didn't know that then.

But that did have a big impact on me, because I did reflect on how relatively normal she was acting, after something that left me on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I had fingered my sister! I had sucked her nipples! We had traded spit for what seemed like hours, making out like I had always dreamed of doing ... except with various other girls. It was crazy!

And yet, she acted like it was nothing more than doing homework together.

Her acceptance of what had happened made it easier for me to accept it too. I had been weirded out by knowing I was a pervert, and yet Phoenix didn't seem to mind one bit. In fact, she didn't mind being one too. And her casual acceptance of that status made me question all this pervert stuff.

The fact of the matter was, I just couldn't conceive of Phoenix as a pervert. And if she wasn't ... then that meant maybe I wasn't either.

It was good that she took off like she did, and that nobody else was home, because that gave me the time to work out all this stuff in my head so that by the time she got back home I wasn't a basket case any more.

As it turned out, Mom got home first. She had a bunch of bags of material, and sewing supplies and stuff in the trunk of her car, and snagged me to "help her" unload it and take it in the house. Dad turned into the driveway while she was supervising me. Then Phee trotted up like she'd been chasing Dad in the car or something. She was breathing fast, but not gasping or anything. She was still stoked and happy and bubbly. She grabbed Dad's golf bag from him as he took it out of the car, and shot me a brilliant grin, as Mom and Dad greeted each other the way they always did, with an emotional, fervent hug and kiss. I had wondered for years why there was just us two kids, because our parents made no secret about how they wanted to drag each other into bed all the time. Actually, a couple of years later, my Dad explained that was why they were so strict about the "no going steady rule". They knew what it was like to be in love, and what people who are in love want to do.

I explain all this because the rest of the day was like that ... so totally normal that I almost forgot what had happened that morning. Of course our parents decided they needed a "nap" and disappeared into their bedroom. Phee came up behind me and slid her hands around to lay on my stomach. I felt her breasts press into my back.

"You want to know a secret?"

"Sure," I said, trying to decide if I should cover her hands with my own.

"One day when I was in the sixth grade, they did that ... said they were going to take a nap. You know how their door doesn't close right sometimes?"

She was referring to the fact that we lived in an 80 year old house, and the foundation had shifted a little. Depending on the humidity, their bedroom door either latched, or it didn't.

"Yeah," I said.

"I heard Mom make a weird noise and I went and looked through the crack in the door."

"Really?"

"They were doing it," she said. I felt her hips bump my butt.

I turned around and there were her dark green eyes, surrounded by all that beautiful dark red hair.

"We can't do that, Phee," I croaked.

She grinned!

"I know that, silly. But it was so beautiful, because I could tell Mom loved it so much. It wasn't weird at all. You know how most kids don't even want to think about their parents doing it? I loved watching them. I knew that someday I'd get to do that. It was the first time I got horny."

My hands slid up her back. No bra strap.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"They kept going, and it looked like he was trying to kill her, except I could tell she was loving every second of it. Then they finished, and he said he needed to wash the car. He got up. It was the first time I'd seen an adult penis. Mom got up too, and I could see his semen running down her leg. Did you know Mom shaves?"

I shook my head. The complete craziness of the fact that I was in a clearly amorous embrace ... with my sister ... while she told me my mother had a shaved pussy, made my knees weak.

"That's why I've always shaved," said Phee. "Anyway, they were acting so normal that I just knew doing that was normal too. And the way they kissed each other before I had to leave is exactly the same way they kiss each other in the kitchen, and I knew that all that was just part of being in love."

I didn't know what to say, but that didn't matter, because she leaned in and gave me a not-quite-chaste kiss on the lips. Not a long one, but not a peck either.

"I peeked on them several more times after that," she said. "Whenever I could. It was only two or three more times before I got too chicken about getting caught, but I saw them do other things too. And I watched how they acted when they weren't in there, doing that. They acted like they kept telling us they wanted us to act toward each other."

"What?" I blinked several times.

"You know ... 'Be nice to each other!' and 'Give your brother some respect!' and stuff like that." She sounded remarkably like our mother as she said that. It was strange.

"Okay," I said. I still wasn't sure what was going on, except I knew she was trying to tell me something.

"So they kept telling us to love each other, and I couldn't help imagining that as including what they did, because they loved each other."

I finally got it. She was telling me she'd had feelings about ... me ... for a long time.

"You're kidding!" I know my eyes had to be as big as plates.

"I knew it wasn't normal," she said. "Except that it was normal, because they were doing it all the time, and I was sure I knew how they felt because I did love you. You were the only guy besides Daddy I knew would never let me down, and would always love me, no matter what happened."

"I never knew," I said.

"Of course you never knew," she laughed. "I'm not stupid. I know what the rest of the world says about things like that. But that didn't change the way I felt when I looked at you."

"But you yell at me," I pointed out.

"Well of course I do. Sometimes you're a complete bonehead and need to be yelled at."

I realized how good it felt to be in this embrace, with our lower halves pressed together. Of course that made me think of other things that involved lower halves being pressed together.

"So what now?" I really meant that. I had no idea what to do.

"Well ... I know we can't do what they're doing in there," she said, bringing her face closer to mine. "But we can do what we did this morning. At least sometimes."

She could tell I approved, because something else started pressing against her lower half.

"Tut?" she said, her lips just brushing mine.

"Yeah?"

"I've been horny for so long, but I couldn't do anything about it, because I knew you'd be horrified. But then you caught me taking that picture, and the look on your face wasn't horrified at all. It almost killed me to see the girls playing with you like that. I have years of horniness for you to catch up on. I'm going to want to do a lot, but you have to make me stay in control ... okay?"

I swallowed. This was not my little sister in my arms. This was a hot chick. But it was also Phee ... who was my little sister. I know it's circular logic, but that's what was going through my mind.

"I'm the big brother," I said, making my voice go deep. "You have to do what I say."

She kissed me then ... the kind of kiss I'd yearned to be able to have for years ... the kind of kiss you get in dreams when you're a teenaged boy. She pulled back with a smile on her face that got me even harder.

"Yes sir," she said softly.

Of course she had put "control" in the wrong hands. Thankfully, she was well aware of that. She was going through her own dream-come-true phase, that involved saying things like that to the man she considered her lover. We were kids! What else would you expect?

But she was also very intelligent, and she knew better than to leave her fate in my hands completely. So after another steamy kiss, she pushed me back and said, "I'm as horny as I was this morning, which isn't good, because if you weren't such a gentleman, I'd have lost my virginity this morning. So I'm going to go spend some private time in my room. Do not disturb me. Is that clear?"

I nodded dumbly, because I was already imagining what Phee would look like, lying naked on her bed, fingerfucking herself, or maybe using a clandestine dildo or something like that. And before I could even begin to flesh that little fantasy out, she was gone.

Which meant I had to flesh that fantasy out lying on my own bed ... on my side ... staring at the eight by ten picture I had of my sister ... naked.

I came like a volcano, and it didn't take very long.

And then, because I'm the other kind of person, who wants to lie around and be lazy after sex ...

I took a nap.

Now I know it sounds like this has all been set up to suggest that Phee and I got frisky every chance we had. But that's not the way it was. I think we both knew how special ... and how dangerous ... all this new touchy-feely stuff was. We might not have known what long term romantic entanglements were like, but we knew what a long term emotional entanglement was like, and what it felt like to add romance to that. I knew what I wanted to do with her, and she had at least alluded to the concept that she might want the same things. And, since it was clear that getting what we wanted could be a very bad thing, and might ruin the happiness we had just discovered ... we both wanted to make sure that didn't happen.

For that reason, there was much less hanky-panky between us than you might think. I know there was a lot less than I thought there would be.

But that doesn't mean there was nothing.

Phoenix could say more with a sultry look than most girls could by talking for an hour. It didn't bother her a bit to whisper in my ear that I had gotten her horny, and would I please stop! because now she was going to have to go spend more "personal time" in her room. Stuff like that. And I'm pretty sure she knew that every time she did that, I jerked off with her, except on the other side of the bathroom. There was a lot of that.

And then, one night, when our parents went out dancing - they were square dancers and belonged to a club - I had been running and was all sweaty so I took a shower, and the next thing I knew, Phee pulled the curtain aside and stepped in with me.

Let me tell you, washing a girl ... running soapy hands over her skin ... every part of her skin ... is something we should be able to do more often. It is purely delightful.

And getting the same treatment in return is just as delightful. As is watching your sexy sister squat in front of you and fist your iron hard prick, stroking it. Man! is that delightful. She was a quick learner too, and she readily adopted the few suggestions I made. We were already in the shower, so when I spurted, she didn't care that I shot all over her chest. If anything, it made her a little crazy, and she stood up and rubbed her semi-spermy front all over mine. She moved my hand between her legs and raised one leg, holding onto me while I frigged her pussy. Without hair down there, and with the shower and her own body providing lubrication, she was as smooth as it's possible to be.

Her whimpers, and the way she held onto me, and her lips conveyed how happy she was that this was being done to her, and by the time she shuddered and came, I could feel my cock trying to get hard again.

But that kind of thing was rare. There was only one other incident that happened before the next sleepover.

I woke up to find Phee leaning over me. The bathroom doors were open, and there was light coming from her room through the bathroom. She was naked.

"I'm horny," she whispered.

"You're naked," I whispered back.

"I was naked in the shower too."

"We weren't in bed in the shower."

For some reason she thought that was funny, and started giggling. I shushed her and she started snorting, trying not to laugh, and ending up laughing through her nose. I felt tiny droplets land on me and realized my sister was blowing snot on me.

In all, it was a very unromantic situation, which is probably why I thought it would be okay. But that was a terrible idea, because once she determined I was going to give in, she pulled my shorts off and lay down on top of me.

This was very different.

Her kisses were hungry, but the way she writhed on me communicated much more than her lips ever could. She broke the kiss that had lasted at least five minutes, and said "I love you so much" about three times in a row.

That's when I realized that the tip of my cock, which was as rock hard as it had ever been in my life, was lodged in something hot, and firm and unyielding. She said "I love you" again and, like magic, something hot and tight clamped over the head of my penis.

Don't get me wrong. I loved that feeling. I knew what it was by instinct, I think. And I wanted nothing more than to revel in the fact that one of my most taboo dreams was in the process of coming true.

But I rolled her off of me anyway. The hot, tightness surrounding the head of my dick disappeared instantly.

"Oh fuck," she whispered, and clung to me. She was gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No," she panted. "Thank you."

"What happened?"

"I told you I was horny!" she moaned.

"You didn't tell me you were that horny," I said.

"I didn't intend to be that horny." She was getting her breath back now. She kissed my chin.

"Maybe I should get some condoms," I said.

She went very still.

"No," she said, quietly. "You were right to push me off. We can't do that."

Somehow, the way she said it conjured up that while she couldn't do that with me, that didn't mean she couldn't do it at all.

"I don't want you doing that with some other guy," I said.

She slapped my chest.

"What?" I complained. "I don't!"

"No other guy is going to get my cherry," she said. "But it's not time yet."

"I don't want to argue with you, but based on what Mrs. Hollister said in Health and Human Sexuality last year, you just did lose your cherry."

"It didn't go all the way in me," she argued.

"Your cherry wasn't all the way in you," I reminded her.

"I lost my cherry when I was twelve, to my hairbrush handle," she said.

"Whatever. You're going to have to work out some way to deal with it when you get horny."

"I know. I'm working on it."

"No guys ... right?"

"Jealous?"

"Yes."

"You're making me horny again, Tut!"

So I kissed her and rubbed her off. But I didn't let her touch my dick again. I just sucked her nipples and rubbed her clitty like it was wood, and my fingers were wood, and I was trying to make fire.

She did let me jerk off and squirt on her chest, though. And she rubbed it all over her breasts before she got up and went back to her room.

Again, you need to understand that these were just bursts of aberration in an otherwise normal life. We didn't talk about our attraction to each other, or exchange sweet nothings and all that crap. Every once in a while we'd steal a hot, steamy kiss, but for the most part, other than the incidents I described, we treated each other just like we always had. Personally, I think we were both trying to ignore the elephant in the room, because we had no idea how to feed, take care of or otherwise treat an elephant.

And then it was time for another sleepover, and again, Phee told me not to make plans.

Like I would?!

Frankie came for me again, but this time it was very different. She gave me a hug and kissed me passionately.

I need to impart some other information and this seems like a good time to do it.

Just as Phee and I did not discuss our new relationship, none of the other girls talked about it either. At least not to me. In school they treated me just like they always had. We talked ... just not about the things that had happened in Phee's bedroom. Apparently Vegas isn't the only place things stay.

So when Frankie came in and said "We're ready for you, stud," and she kissed me, I wasn't quite ready for it. I wasn't ready for her hand to show up feeling around the front of my shorts either. I was wearing the same shorts. It was sort of a tradition by then, I guess.

"Awwww," she complained, as she found my flaccid member.

"Show me your titties and it will get hard for you," I said. I was learning to roll with the punches.

"Not alone," she said, ignoring the fact that she had kissed me alone, and groped my basket alone.

Again the girls were all sitting on the bed when I entered the room. Frankie went and crawled up, half lying down on Phee. I watched as my sister casually put her arm around Frankie ... and cupped her breast.

About two milliseconds later I was stiff as a board.

"I love it when he does that," sighed Denise. She was looking at the tent that had suddenly appeared in the front of my shorts.

"He didn't get hard when I kissed him," complained Frankie.

"You kissed him?!" Danni and Denise said it together, like they'd practiced it a dozen times.

"Just a hello kiss," said Frankie, trying to sound injured.

They looked at me.

"So," I said. "What mysteries about men do you want unveiled for you tonight?"

Beth spoke.

"We want you to describe each of us the way a boy would describe us to another boy."

My perverted mind went into overdrive.

"Okay," I said, carelessly. "Who wants to go first?"

Wanting something was one thing. Putting yourself in the spotlight was something else. Nobody volunteered.

"Okay," I said. "Beth it is."

She turned pink and fidgeted. I turned to an imaginary friend.

"You know Beth, right? She's the short one, who is all muscular and stuff ... with the big tits. Dark hair. She's the anchor for when they fly one of the other cheerleaders. Yeah, the babe."

I turned back. "Who's next?"

"Wait!" Denise said. "That wasn't right. That was just general bullshit. We want details."

"Oh," I said, as if that was a new concept. "Okay, then, take off your PJs."

"Me?" Denise suddenly sounded nervous.

"All of you," I said.

There was a chorus of "What?"

"If you want me to give a detailed description of you, I need to see each of you."

"You just want to see us naked!" accused Danni.

"Got it in one!" I said happily. "You are absolutely right. I do want to see all of you naked. I want to feast my eyes on your charms. And so do all my friends. The ones I'm going to describe you to? Remember them? They don't get to see you naked, so they're going to have to depend on my description."

Nobody moved.

"Really?" asked Frankie, finally.

"Really!" I said with as much finality as I could put into my voice. I was almost giddy, because it looked like I might actually pull this off.

"What about Phee?" Danni looked at me with her head cocked.

I blinked. I had forgotten Phee was my sister. In this setting, based on what we had done, she was another girl I had fooled around with. I mean it wasn't exactly like that, but along those lines. You know what I mean? I passed the buck.

"I guess that's up to her," I said. "It's actually up to all of you. I can't exactly make you do this." I hated to give them the out, but I was rattled, and it seemed like a good way to throw them off.

As if.

Danni tilted her head again, staring at me. "If she does it too ... you have to describe her ... just like the rest of us."

I swear I did not notice the fact that nobody actually asked my sister if she was willing to join the crowd. Nor did I comprehend, in that moment, that they all simply assumed she would. All the clues were there. I just didn't see them. Of course I was kind of busy trying to decide how to answer Danni's last question. I passed the buck again.

"I will if she wants me to," I said.

It was only then that they all turned to look at Phee.

She looked at them, and then at me. She did not blush, or fidget.

"Fair is fair," she said. "If you guys have to do it ... then I will too."

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