My First;

Story by drik

This is my first time attempting to write an erotic fiction, though I think in the long run this work will be more of a story with erotic tendencies than one of specifically naughty sexy bits. This is only the first chapter, the introduction if you will. It's a bit drawn out now, but the next chapter will become infinitely more intense. So I hope you like it enough to subscribe to this thread and read whatever I have to offer next. Thanks. Feedback is encouraged.

My Sister Dylan, Chapter 1;

Having a younger sister isn’t usually supposed to be strange, annoying maybe, but generally not weird. A lot of people have sisters, and most of them find that scenario perfectly within the bounds of reason. For a long time I never doubted the normalcy of my relationship with mine, but as it turned out, I had every right to. Because when a younger sister is seventeen and in high school, she isn’t supposed to have a penis twice the size of yours.

Dylan and I were never horribly close, though we certainly weren’t out of touch with one another. We got along really well as kids, almost too well, I remember one time when I was in fourth grade, her and I were jumping on our parents bed, pillow fighting, tickling each other and doing all the other naughty things mom always told us not to do. But that’s why they were so fun. Like taking four cookies instead of three. Anyways though, so we were jumping on the bed, right, and she tells me that if I take out my thingy, yeah that’s the word she used, she was 7 give her a break, she would show me hers. I guess she grossed me out or something, because I said no way before she even finished the sentence, at 9 or 10 or whatever, I wasn’t really interested in seeing my little sister’s vagina. I don’t think I was ever interested in seeing it actually. Had I accepted her invitation though, I don’t know what sort of complexes I might have developed, that being what she actually has down there, but nothing healthy would have come out of that situation for me. But then again, nothing healthy comes out of my relationship with Dylan now either.

We distanced ourselves in middle school, she had her friends and I had mine. We were too old to play freeze tag together during recess, though I guess we were young enough that we still had recess at all. It’s strange thinking about junior high, all the friends I never kept and all the girls I imagined kissing. I didn’t even kiss a girl until sophomore year of high school, though I did feel up one before that on a dare. It didn’t end well for anybody. Dylan was still at our old school until my junior, I barely came into contact with her for those two preceding years except for at dinner and on the way in and out of the bathroom in the morning between showers. I can’t say it was a problem; it was nice being the only child in high school. There was no sibling to remind you of home or to dangle embarrassing stories above your head like the time you caught your penis in a zipper. But she ruined that when she turned fourteen and started her freshman year.

For those of you without younger sisters, or younger brothers at that matter, I will try (and probably fail) to convey to you the awkwardness of all your friends thinking that your sibling is quote, hot, un-quote. Imagine going to some house party, imagine that there is an uncountable amount of good looking women there, and you’re not doing to bad in talking to them, in fact you think you’ve been quite smooth and your making them laugh, and your hair is looking good, and you haven’t got any pimples, your stubble is at the exact right length, your clothes are actually clean and you remembered to put on deodorant, maybe even cologne, I don’t know. Ok now imagine that about an hour in you realize that your fly has been down the whole time, but not only that, the little pink head of your flaccid little dick is sticking out a tiny bit, like a mole checking if the coast is clear. And everybody laughs. That’s about how awkward it is when Michael and Jesse tell you they’d like to fuck your sister.

And as much as I’d like to just sit down and tell you that I was disgusted and completely disagreed with them (which I did, and I was made mildly queasy thinking about it), they did have somewhat of a point. Dylan looks good. She came into high school that first day in the highest heels, whitest leggings, and the most perfect pleated black dress with thick shoulder straps and a bunch of random shiny accessories that I could never name. I remember her hair too, brunette and hanging loosely on top of her shoulders, twirling a little bit at the ends. Her long bangs covered most of her eyes, but I could virtually feel the groans that were emitted from around me when she pushed back that hair, and looked around with those d

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