Symon and Louise by nikki
Part 1, The First Time
Louise was Twelve years old when Symon first crept into her room late one night.
"I'm cold" he said, "Can I come in with you tonight?" Louise edged herself over
the bed and pulled back the covers for her brother to get in. he shivered a
little, so she put her arm around him and rubbed his back "mmm, that's nice" he
said. He put his hand on her tiny little breast, "you're growing up fast, sis"
she felt a stirring deep within her, his hand felt nice and her nipple hardened
under the flimsy fabric of her nightdress, he brushed it gently with his thumb,
rhythmically, back and forth, her pussy started to throb in time with the
motion, she hoped he would touch that too. To help him along, she thrust her
hips toward him slightly, and let a soft sigh escape her lips, at the same time
sliding her hand further down to the small of his back, pressing the flesh
experimentally.
He put his hand on her thigh, just above the knee, and stroked upward,
surreptitiously moving her nightdress up to her waist, his hand moved round, and
he touched her pussy, tracing his finger up the parting of the lips; she was
wet, and warm. He did this for a while, barely moving his fingers, his breathing
becoming heavy. Louise eased herself more onto her back, to allow him easier
access, she sensed he probably would be in trouble if mum and dad knew what he
was doing, but she liked it, and wanted to see what he would do next. Her
movements caused her pussy lips to part further; his fingers went slightly
deeper between the soft folds of skin. "Do you like this Lou Lou?" he said
"y..Y..Yes" she breathed, a strange new sensation welling up inside her. He drew
his hand away, and took her own small hand, which he placed on his rock hard
erection "see what you've done to me?" he said. "I want you to hold this and
move your hand up and down....oh yeah, like that...that is very, very good," he
groaned, as Louise pumped away carefully. Her pussy was throbbing like mad now,
she wasn't sure what it was she was doing to Symon, but he sure seemed to like
it, and that made her feel very special.
With her other hand she started to stroke herself the way her brother had been
doing, all the time continuing to move her hand up and down his hard, hot dick
like he had told her to, her wrist began to ache a little, she altered position,
trying to get comfortable again "its ok, stop for a while, I'm going to make you
feel really nice now, sweetheart" he whispered. He put his fingers back between
her pussy lips, and stroked down, gently pushing against her opening. With his
thumb he found her clitoris, which was swollen and aching, as he stimulated her
like this, he slowly slid his finger into her, it felt wonderful and before long
Louise felt the sensations mounting, and finally she gasped and her body bucked,
as she came hard onto his hand. He put his other hand over her mouth, stifling
the grunts and groans, until his little sisters body went limp, and she lay
there panting. He reached to the bedside locker and grabbed a handful of
tissues, and wiped his own ejaculate from where it had spurted, hot and thick,
onto his leg and her belly, the excitement of making his sister cum proving too
much for him to hold back his own orgasm any longer.
Mr. And Mrs. Wilkinson both commented on how subdued their children had been at
breakfast the following morning, with Symon, it was no real change from any
other morning, barely uttering a word other than a grunt when his mother handed
him his sandwiches as he sloped out of the door, it was fairly normal behaviour
for a sixteen year old boy. But Louise was normally ever so chirpy, even at that
time of day, and yet, she had seemed quiet, almost shy, on that occasion.
Symon had trouble concentrating, he so wanted to touch Louise again. His
girlfriend, Julie, had somehow lost her appeal, her tits seemed saggy and loose,
her skin dull, and she seemed so...easy, and unattractive. She just got on his
nerves. He told her he needed a break, she cried and pleaded, which just made
him hate her, he felt like slapping her stupid, ugly face, but he didn't,
because she'd tell her dad, and everyone knew Julies dad was very protective
over his only child.
One evening, a few weeks after her brother had shared her bed, Louise came home
from school to find the house deserted, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson had gone to a
party organised by a work colleague of Mr. Wilkinson's, it was to commemorate
the retirement of one of the senior partners at the legal firm where Mr. W
worked, and as the new vacancy had his name written all over it, the Wilkinson's
thought it prudent that they attend. Symons' school finished fifteen minutes
later than his sisters, so she had been told to stay with a neighbour until he
came to fetch her home, but she didn't like Mr. Jones, who lived on his own with
just his cats for company, one little bit, so she had used the key her dad kept
hidden under a stone by the back door, and let herself in to the quiet house.
She got herself a drink of orange juice, and then went upstairs to change out of
her school uniform. She removed her tie, then her blouse, frowning at her vest,
most of her friends had their first bras by now, but her parents had laughed
when she'd asked them if she could get one "What on earth for?" her dad had
said. Mrs. Wilkinson had tried to be a bit more diplomatic "don't you think it
would be best to wait until next term, darling?" she had said, "there isn't much
real need for a bra just yet, don't you agree?" Louise did agree, deep down, she
knew as well as anyone that she was not particularly well developed in that
department, but it was such a humiliation when she changed for Phys Ed. When
almost everyone else had bras, even girls with no boobs, still, she'd heard some
of them say how uncomfortable and itchy they were, and thought maybe it's not so
bad after all.
She slipped her skirt off, and was hanging it up in the closet when there was a
tap at her bedroom door "yes, who is it?" she said "its only me Lou" Symon
called. She opened the door to him, wishing she had put some clothes on when she
saw him run his eyes over her knickers and vest. "You're supposed to be at Mr.
Jones house," he said. "Oh, I know, but he's an old perv and I knew you'd be
back soon" she replied. Symon chuckled "yeah, you're right...come here little
girl and lets have a look at you" he impersonated Mr. Jones well. Louise giggled
as Symon lurched towards her, dragging his left foot like the neighbour was so
famous for doing, contorting his face comically, his arms stretched out in front
of him, his hands groping her waist and chest. Suddenly, his hand was in her
knickers and she could feel his erection pushing into her side. She stopped
laughing. Her brother pushed her gently down so that she sat on the edge of her
bed; he took her knickers in both hands and pulled them down and off. He tugged
her vest up over her head, and then undressed himself.
"You wanna feel good again Lou Lou?" he asked her, one hand on his stiff penis,
the other already searching out her clitoris. She leaned back onto her elbows,
and spread her legs for him, damn it felt good! His finger entered her; she was
very wet, her stomach contracted with the pleasure. She gasped as he eased
another of his fingers into her. He leaned in towards her, kneeling between her
open thighs "I would really like to put this..." he said, nodding toward his
penis "..In there" he indicated to her pussy. "Ok.." Louise replied, after a
short pause. She felt a little unsure, but when she looked at the hunger in her
big brothers face she knew she really wanted to let him since he obviously
wanted to so much. And if it felt anything like his fingers did then she'd be
mad not to agree!
Symon gripped his penis in one hand, and held her open with the other; the tip
of his erection eased its way in to her tight little pussy, his sister cried
out. It felt so big! She thought she might burst with the fullness she was
feeling, and he only had it in a little way. She looked up at him, he was bent
forward, watching his dick entering his virgin sisters cunt, he couldn't believe
his luck! It was taking every bit of his control not to come there and then! He
grabbed a hold of her waist and drew her towards him, driving him deeper into
her, he felt something inside her give, and his movement became easier as her
blood provided lubrication. He began to thrust, he tried hard to be as gentle as
he could, he didn't want to put her off the experience! Louise had stopped
crying, now she was whimpering softly, her pain had subsided, and was being
replaced by the mounting of an almighty orgasm. She began to moan, and her hips
started to thrust up to imitate her brothers' movements. Soon they where fucking
each other with mutual enthusiasm. Imagine the look on Mr. And Mrs. Wilkinson's
faces had they chosen to come home early!
Symon could hold back no more, he grunted and gasped as he pumped his baby
sisters belly full of cum. Louise came simultaneously, her yelps matching her
thrusts as she milked Symon for all she was worth. He relaxed, his weight
squashing Louise into the bed; they lay there for a while, sweaty, sticky and
panting like dogs in the summertime. Symon leapt up when he heard is parents'
voices in the hallway below. "Shit, shit" he mumbled, as he wrenched up his
jeans and tugged his t-shirt over his tousled hair. Louise grabbed her robe and
wrapped it round herself, her brother was already hot-footing it down the stairs
asking his mum what was for tea because he was "starving". She looked down at
her blood streaked eiderdown, no problem, she would tell her mum she had started
her periods, it was going to happen sooner or later anyway, she shouldn't have
to pretend for long. She pulled her robe around her and headed for the bathroom
That night, the Wilkinson household was a very jovial one, mum and dad were
happy because the leaving party had been a great success, with Mr. Wilkinson's
boss announcing to the company that Mr. Wilkinson would soon become the new
senior partner. Mrs. Wilkinson had flushed with pride, wife of a senior partner!
Her friends would be so jealous; she couldn't wait to tell them in the morning.
And what with Symon and Louise both doing so well at school, and hardly ever
falling out like they used to, life was going well! She curled up next to her
husband and fell into a deep and satisfying slumber.
