Bae Bi Sister

It was an innocent time, before you could find out all this stuff on the internet…

I was the youngest, of 4 kids, but my sister was the oldest. So, she was always 6 years older, and we shared a room. Our brothers had the boy’s room, and sometimes we played together, others we didn’t.

I supposed it all started one night when we’re in bed, and I heard mommy moaning. I got up to see if she was okay, and Mariel stopped me. She told me “She’s fine,” but I said “She’s hurt!” She told me that she wasn’t hurt, and laughed a little, until finally she leaned down to whisper, “Dad’s fucking her.”

“Huh!” I covered my mouth, because she said a wordy dird, but just so I’d stop worrying about her, she sat me down, and told me what that ment. That he stuck his penis in her pussy, and that’s how you get babies. I thought you just peed out of there, and being the youngest, I don’t remember her getting pregnant, and having a baby.

I don’t know how young I was, too young to understand this stuff, but then Mariel got back in bed, and by then, the sex noises in our parent’s room had stopped. So, it got quiet enough to hear her grunting. “Uh,” quietly, “Uh!”

So, I asked, “Mariel? Are you okay?” I suspected that she wasn’t hurt, or crying. It didn’t quite sound like that, but I guess I acted worried, so she’d tell me.

“Huh, I’m fine. Sorry, I’ll try to keep it down, go back to sleep.”

“Keep what down?”

“I’m horny, and.” She hesitated to admit, “Playing with myself.” But she didn’t stop, she just held her breath. Of course, these answers just raised more questions, and I wasn’t afraid to ask. When I remembered later, it wasn’t the next day, but Mommy was up, and daddy was at work. She was talking on the phone to one of her friends, and she lowered her voice.

The way that Mariel had, when she whispered to me, and told me that mommy, and daddy where fucking. I managed to hear her mutter “Sleeping together,” under her breath, so I walked in the kitchen, and she said “I’ll call you back.” Hung up, so I could ask her “Are they going to have a baby?”

She sat down, and asked me who I was talking about. So, I asked her who she was talking about on the phone, and she told me it was none of my business. I shouldn’t gossip, especially if you don’t know what you’re talking about for sure, because that could ruin a woman’s reputation.

So, that’s basically how she got out of talking about it, because she was embarrassed. Getting caught gossiping, and really talking about herself, ruining a woman’s reputation with her friends. Okay, well knowing you’re not supposed to do something, you like and enjoy, like gossiping. That doesn’t mean you can help yourself, when your friend has a juicy bit of information, but I blame the TV for this.

Honestly, all the daytime shows they had for housewives to watch at the time were soap operas, and when they got done talking about who was cheating on who with whom, they started talking about people they knew, and pretending to live in their own soap opera. I knew I wasn’t supposed to listen, because I was too young, but I started to every chance that I could get, because I was curious.

So anyway, I guess my next step to sexual education was talking to the boys. Ward was the oldest, and Ed, well. Okay, Edgar, and Edward, but the oldest son started going by Ward, because it avoided confusion. Rather than being Ed, Edd, and Eddy?

Okay, well Ed was about 12, and standing outside mom, and dad’s bedroom door. I had no idea why, but he was looking out for Ward, who was inside getting into daddy’s stash of dirty magazines, and waiting his turn. He was looking around, shifty eyed, and when I came down the hall to ask “What’re you doing?” I already knew he was up to no good, just from the way he was looking around.

He wouldn’t tell me, and he avoided the question, but he told me “Sh, keep your voice down,” so I started whispering my questions, and suspecting it had something to do with grown up stuff. The kinds of stuff we’re not supposed to talk about, because we’re too young, so you keep your voice down.

Then, Ward interrupted by opening the door, and bumping into us, before he looked down. “What’s she doing here?”

“Asking a bunch of questions, and being nosy.” He pushed me out of the way.

“What were you doing in there?” Which got me another none of your business, but I inadvertently ruined it for Ed, so he missed his turn. So, he had to get rid of me, and sneak back to get in dad’s stash, when he thought I wasn’t looking, so I followed him.

Pretty standard stuff, Playboys underneath the mattress, but as soon as I let go of the door knob, it snapped back with a loud click, and rattle. So, he dropped the magazine, and pulled his pants up, but not before I got to see his bare butt.

I giggled, and pointed. “You’re playing with yourself.” He fixed his pants up, and tried to run, so I blocked the door, and he tried to push me.

“Get out of the way!” He wailed, like he was going to start crying, and I felt sorry for him. So, I let him go, and went over to put the magazines back, so he didn’t get in trouble. Then, I saw the pictures of naked ladies, and started flipping through them, to see the Pictorials of them posing, and taking their clothes off.

It was all pretty soft-core. Just naked ladies, but they had big boobs, and you couldn’t even see their pubic hairs, because back then showing bush was considered “Euro.” However, I shared a room with Mariel, who was a teenager, on Puberty, getting periods, wearing bras, and shaving her legs.

So, I’d seen pubic hair before, and I also knew that she shaved her arm-pits. I didn’t have none of that, but I tried playing with myself, and failed miserably. For one thing, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I tried wiggling a finger in, and pretending it was a penis. A little boy penis, because I’d never seen a grown man’s before, and I didn’t even know they were supposed to be hairy.

I did know that they got stiff, because Muriel told me that’s what they got stiff for. So they could stick it in there, and get you pregnant, so you can have a baby. I thought that I wanted to get pregnant, and have a baby, because that’s a grown-up thing to do, and that would make me the mommy, instead of the “Baby.”

I wasn’t a baby, but I was the youngest, so they still called me that, and I hated it. I guess I was a little too young, to try to be older, when most girls go through that stage in middle school, or 4th grade at least. Sure, we’d play House with our friends, and argue over who wanted to be the mommy, because everyone wanted to be the mommy, she’s the one in charge, and gets to decide what we do.

That usually went to whoever was oldest, because that also ment the tallest, but we also had dolls to play with, so we’d fight over Barbie. She was the tallest, and the default mommy, unless you had a baby doll. Most of those were humongous, compared to Barbie, but baby sized if you’re a little girl, so I got the baby doll to pretend to be Mommy.

Then, I was over at Lacy’s house, and she wasn’t a teenager yet, but she was starting to wear training bras, and I didn’t know it at the time, but she got her period, too. She had a little sister, and a baby doll, but the baby was her little sister’s, and she took it away to show us how you really feed them. She unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her training bra up sideways, so she could stick it in her shirt, and hold her mouth up to her nipple.

We giggled, and I said “No, you’re supposed to use a bottle.” Then, we showed her the magic bottle that the milk disappears into the cap when you turn it over, so it looks like the doll is drinking it.

“That’s just a substitute, for when the mommy doesn’t have time to breast feed, because she has to work. So, she pumps milk out for later.”

We were so confused, both of us, because we’re the youngest, and we’d never seen our moms with a baby before. So, we just looked at each other, and shook our heads, then Lacy went on: “Where did you think milk came from?”

“I know,” I raised my hand, as if this was class, and she was playing Teacher. “Cows.”

So, then we had a little lecture on Biology, and Taxonomy, where she explained that Cows were Mammals, just like us, and other than having hair instead of feathers, or scales, one of the things that makes us Mammals is having nipples to make milk, and feed our babies.

Then, she got up, and took her tops off. We had the house to ourselves, because honestly she was babysitting us, only we didn’t call her baby sitter. I went over there to play dolls with her little sister, but if I called Lacy “Baby Sitter,” that would make us the “Babies.”

So after we’re half naked, she went in the spare room. They didn’t have any brothers, of instead of a boy’s room, they had a spare room, with a bed, and a bunch of boxes to dig out the old breast pump stuff, and show us. She also had a bunch of bottles, and even an old can of Formula that wasn’t open, just in case her mom had another baby, and needed them again.

So, she could show us that Cow’s Milk isn’t really quite right for human babies, so you have to add Formula, and that makes it nutritious enough, if you don’t have a breast pump, or you run out of milk for some reason. It goes bad in the fridge, or you have to go out of town, and leave you with your grandma, who’s all dried up.

So, then she opened up the bottle of Formula, and showed us how to mix it. We had baby milk from bottles with our snack, and then their parents got home so we had to get dressed, and clean up the mess, but she didn’t get in trouble. Her dad got upset at her, running around topless, and encouraging us to run around half naked too, but their mom calmed him down, and explained to him that it’s all right to show the girls this parenting stuff.

So, I went home, and asked mom if she breast fed me, or bottle fed me. Whether or not she used a breast pump, and when she got sick of me asking so many questions, I went and found Muriel to ask her. She showed me where the breast pump was, only we didn’t have a can of formula in the attic to go with the bottles, because it would spoil, and taste funny. So, I got sick from drinking spoiled formula, and threw up, but then I started playing with the breast pump.

We also had an Aquarium at school, one year. Fish to look at, and take care of, but the pump to make bubbles looked like the exact same one that came with mommy’s breast pump, and sounded the same, too. The bell on the end was too big, and conical to get a seal on my flat chest, but Mariel tried it, and I asked her how it felt.

She looked up, and thought. “I don’t know, weird, but also. Um.” She blushed, and bit her lip.

“It’s making you horny?” I guessed, because by now, I’d seen her horny, and heard her voice change enough times to know what it sounded like. Her voice got deeper, and huskier. Mom’s too, when dad went to the trouble to do something romantic. So, mom would get in the mood, and send us off to bed, so they could go fuck, but she must have been on birth control, or something, because they never had any more babies.

“You want to play with yourself?” I asked, mostly to talk her into it, so I could watch. Mostly because I was curious, how she did it, because I’d only ever heard her grunt in the dark, but I’d never seen it. “Come on, you’re already half naked, and it’s not like I’d never seen you butt naked before. You do it across the bedroom all the time, so I hear you when I’m trying to sleep, and I don’t know how to do it.”

“Play with yourself?”

I shook my head, “I tried to, but nothing works. Isn’t it supposed to feel good?”

“It doesn’t hurt, you’re not hurting yourself, are you?”

“No? Not any more, if I’m careful, but it still doesn’t feel good. What’s it feel like? When you finish?”

“Huh!” Now, she was bright red, and rolled her eyes, closing them, to think about an impending orgasm. So, she got over her modesty, or her horniness, and wanting to satisfy herself finally took over, so she could show me.

Up in the attic, it was hot, because it was on summer, and late enough in the day that the sun came around, and the roof wasn’t in the shade from the tree any more. So, we’re both already sweaty, but when she got naked, i could smell it right away.

Her sweat, only it didn’t smell like her normal sweat, because she was turned on, and there wasn’t really a whole lot of room in that attic. We had more than one attic, because we had more then one level, and the roof was one of those complicated ones, that bent this way and that, with gable windows, and a little roof in back over the porch. That one had a little door in the back of the hall closet, so you could get down, and shove boxes through, or crawl all the way in to get into the boxes, but it was barely big enough for both of us in there. A bit bigger then a dog-house, and there was also the boxes for storage, too.

Well, one thing I learned right off, that nobody told me before is what getting “Wet” ment. I’d heard my mom, and her friends talk about it, when they’re gossiping, and I wasn’t supposed to listen, but it’s like “Sleeping together,” or “Making love.” It’s just how grownups talked about it back then, around mixed company, without giving too much away.

“I’m so wet.” Mariel said, when she got her panties down around her shoes, and felt it. That’s when I realized that you’re supposed to get wet Down There, and I checked myself, only to find that I was still bone dry, if you’ll pardon the expression.

The problem was that i was still too young to really get turned on, and just curious about all this stuff, I was really too young to be getting into. With my sister, I had no idea what a lesbian was, let alone bisexual, which I hadn’t even heard of. I didn’t really get a chance to read much of the playboys, other then the Table of contents, because I was mostly flipping through the pictures, looking for naked boys.

Of course, they were playboys, and not Play Girls, so they didn’t have any of that. Just pictures of the hottest coeds of the ACC, and all the Wake Forest Cheerleaders getting naked together, but just posing with their legs crossed to cover their bushes, and not even looking at each other, really.

Then, Mariel wiped up her juices, and licked her fingers, to get them even wetter. “Huh, I’m so hot.”

“Me too.” I nodded, “It’s hot in here, so it’s not just you.”

“No, I mean. Hot, and horny.”

“Oh, and wet, too. What’s it taste like?”

“You want to taste it?” She wiped more out, with 2 fingers, and held them up to smell. Then, I stuck my tongue out, and touched them, until finally, I was licking, and sucking her fingers, because I liked it. The taste but by then, Mariel was so turned on that she got ideas, and she was a teenager, in high school.

So, not only did she know all about Lesbians, and Bisexuals, but I came to find out that I wasn’t the only one she practiced with. Her bisexuality, she had friends, some of whom got bi-curious, so they tried it, but she told me later that she was the only one that really liked it. The only one that wasn’t just bi-curious, but it only confirmed that she was bisexual, even though they weren’t.

she didn’t tell me that until later, but after I sucked her fingers for a while, she switched hands back and forth, to rub my spit in between her legs, and even fuck it inside her with her fingers. She just asked me “Do you like it?” First. I noddend, and hummed, “Mmhm!” With my mouth full of pussy fingers, so she pulled them out, and then she told me. “You know what? it tastes even better when it’s fresh.” She spready her legs even wider, and pulled her fingers out, to point down at the wet hairy spot, where all the smells, and yummy tastes were coming from. “Here, let me hold your hair,” she said, and twisted it up in back, so it didn’t tickle her thighs. We didn’t have a hair tie with us, so she had to hold it, while she guided me down, to taste it, and talked me through how to give her oral sex.

She showed me where her clit was, and told me to lick that. So, I stopped wiggling my tongue in the hole to get the tasty juice out of it. Then, she told me to finger her, while I licked her clit, and then she just started telling me the usual stuff you do, when you’re fucking.

“Deeper, harder faster, don’t stop, I’m close. Oh, I’m cumming!” I was so proud, especially when she clenched up, and started squeezing my fingers together, in rhythmic twitches, and rippling spasms inside. “Huh huh huh!” She just shook, panted, and moaned. “Ohhh, good. So good. God, you’re so good.” She pulled my head up. “Come here.” Kissed me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. To lick the fresh orgasmic juices off my tongue, and then she told me, “I love you so much!”

She hugged me, and held me, until the orgasm died down, and we could talk again. First, she told me that I couldn’t tell anyone, what she did. Okay, what I did, as if she had to make me, when she really didn’t. All she had to do was show me how, and talk me through it, because it was my first time, of course.

I didn’t even think about my needs, because I didn’t have any. I was mostly satisfied seeing her orgasm, but then it got too hot, and sweaty in there. Cuddling each other, so our bodies got stuck together, and uncomfortable. So, we got up, got dressed, and put everything back. She went to take a shower, while I just sat there on my bed, and tried to think about what questions I could ask when she got out.

I was still confused, and curious, but like always, answering one question just caused a million more, but that’s when she told me about lesbians, and being bisexual. That’s when I learned I was bisexual too, and we were so lucky to have each other to practice on, until we got girlfriends, and boyfriends of our own.

But that’s a whole nother story…

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Author: This is a complete fantasy, and the Moral is at the end, so you can skip it if you’re satisfied with the pre-adolescent pseudo-sapphic sister action.

The narrator is innocent, and ignorant, so she was unaware of the Abuse. It’s called Covert Incest, because it’s somewhat more subtle than a man snatching children off the playground, raping, and strangling them, so they don’t tell anyone what he did. In fact, it’s still pretty easy to ignore the Abuse, even now, having just read it.

I believe that sheltering children from adult subjects isn’t because they’ll be scarred by the sight of a nipple, or by the forbidden knowledge of where babies come from. It’s because adults might use that to abuse them. Not because they might be curious about things like work, or driving a car, but because Adults know how to exploit that curiosity, so the victim thinks it was her idea all along.

It’s to protect them from Sexual Predators, like similar advice about talking to strangers. Not because strangers are bad, or you’re unlikely to be molested by somebody you know, but because there’s no way of knowing whether that nice man really lost his puppy, or he just wants you to get in his car.

The problem is what they don’t tell you, because it’s unthinkable. That the single most common form of sexual abuse is Maternal Incest. Honestly, it’s unthinkable, because subconsciously, the assumption is that “The Stranger” is a man. That the molester is a stranger, that you can trust your Mother, or your older sister who’s assuming a Maternal Role.

This story could just as easily have been Brothers, in fact it’s easier to write that way, because the readers are most likely at least aware of NAMBLA. Most of the old wive’s tales, and even scriptures talk about Male sexuality, and sexual predators in the Male context. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife. A man should not lay with another man as he would with a woman, because this is Abomination, and both of them should be put to death. Even the parable of the Sower is misinterpreted to be an admonishment against birth control, despite the fact that Jesus explained it, in great detail in the next chapters, in multiple gospels.

Which leaves a loophole: Little girls aren’t told not to do anything “Gay,” because men don’t have a problem with that. It’s okay for them to be bisexual, or bi-curious, because they want to watch, or at least read about. So, the narrator has literally no defenses against being sexually harassed, groomed, and eventually being molested by her older sister, when she’s “Old enough.”

However, if I’d written it about a young boy, and his brother masturbating in front of him. Encouraging him to touch it, taste the fluids on his fingers, suck them, and eventually suck it from the source, that would be what? Gay?

It’s only “Gay” if he’s a boy.

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