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Writer: Sam
Subject: Special Games
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Special Games
I have a younger sister, about three years younger than me. This is a short story about my early sexual experiences.
Fortunately, my parents were not overtly religious to begin with. I grew up in the late nineties. Around that time I was about six years old. We’d moved into an apartment building. Next door to us was a family of four — there was an eight-year-old boy and his sister, Sarah, who was about three years older than me.
Within a few months, we had all become tight friends. Sarah, me and my sister. It was not uncommon for our mothers to expect us to be playing the afternoon, while they take a nap or gossip.
One afternoon it was just me and Sarah. We’d decided to play house “the right way.” Since we were supposed to be husband and wife, we decided that we should greet each other properly. None of this nonsense of hugging and stuff. We’re supposed to kiss. She said that I should kiss her like a good husband in the “special” place.
She wore long skirts every day. I would crawl under her skirt, pull down her panties, and lick her pussy. This became a very regular thing for us. If my sister joined us, we’d keep her busy with something while we played our “special” game.
There were times, when we knew, that our mothers were all napping. Sarah would get my cock out — and kiss, lick, and suck it. One time, when I was licking her out, she accidentally let out a little pee. I remember being a little annoyed at her, saying “pee was dirty” but I didn’t hate it. The very next time she had my cock in her mouth, I returned the gesture and peed in her mouth. We soon added piss drinking into our set of “special” games.
A year or so after we started our naughtiness, Sarah went to her grandparents for the summer. I was only eight years old back then. But, already, I had found a taste for pussy. Even without Sarah around, I wanted it more.
I looked at my sister and realized that she had a pussy too. I started playing oral sex games with her and got her to lick my cock while I licked her pussy. With my sister, we could go much longer than with Sarah — it was summer vacation and we could play all day and night — if we knew what sex was, I am sure we would have done it, too — but we had absolutely no idea.
This went on for three more years, with both Sarah and occasionally with my sister. Sarah went from flat-chested and hairless pussy to growing boobs and a bush. We had plenty of oral sex, occasional pissing — and even took each other’s virginities — and with my sister, it kind of remained as only oral sex.
When I was eleven, Sarah and her family moved away, and shortly we did too. In this new place, my parents found religion. It was not ideal for me but my sister followed in their path, which meant no more escapades for me.
It was a frustrating year. This was when I started to learn and explore masturbation. I did not need to before. A boy at my new school had a “nudie” mag he got from his older brother. This became jerk material for us boys. This soon led to us jerking and sucking each other off.