I don’t think I treated my sister badly: Part 1 Knickers & Bums

Early years and first fumblings with my little sister.

Note: In my incest tales it’s usually the little sister who makes the running and her big brother who happily goes along for the ride.
I thought it might be interesting to make the boy do the work for a change.

It’s going to be a fairly innocent yarn. There’s certainly no penetration in this part, at least.

And although I’ll write it in the first person, it is only a story, not an autobiography.

Ok, let’s get on with it…

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I don’t think I treated my sister badly. I don’t think I ever made her do anything she didn’t want to, but sometimes she didn’t know she wanted to do it.

I was four years old and quite content with life as only child when, one day, without a word of warning, Daddy took me to the hospital. Mummy was waiting for us and they told me I had “a beautiful baby sister.”

They were really happy about it, but I was completely unimpressed by the mewing, pink bundle in the crib. I was told it would be my new playmate, but I knew they were wrong. it couldn’t walk, talk or even open its eyes.
I told them I didn’t want it, but Daddy carried it to the car and we took it home with us.

I soon discovered that it was a noisy, smelly little thing – wailing at one end and pooing at the other!
According to Daddy I was now something called a “big brother” and I had to look after it.
I didn’t know what he was expecting. I was only four and I wasn’t very good at fighting, so l could hardly keep it safe from any baddies.
And, of course, I hadn’t wanted it anyway!

Mummy and Daddy loved it though. They called it Deborah and we’d be keeping it.

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Deborah, of course, was a girl.
I had met girls before and I think I already knew that boys and girls had different bits, but I certainly hadn’t seen a girl’s.

Mummy was always changing Deborah’s nappy so I soon learnt what she had between her legs.
Nothing!
I did she her bum though, and I knew bums were naughty, but it was also where all the poo came from, so l wasn’t really interested. At least not until she started wearing knickers…

I was fascinated by knickers.
Boys’ pants were plain and boring and you kept them hidden away under your troosers or shorts.
But girls’ knickers were pretty things. They had lovely frills, bright colours, nice patterns or funny little cartoon animals. It seemed like you were supposed to look at them and they were easy to see because girls only wore little skirts or dresses.
I felt sorry for them having their underwear on show like that, until I noticed the dancers and circus ladies on television and, especially the tennis girls. They all seemed to be trying to show them off!
So I decided it must be okay to look at girls’ knickers, including Deborah’s. And I did.

I’d peak at them in the morning when Mummy dressed.
I’d look up her skirt when she ran upstairs.
I’d hope for a flash when she did rolly-polies.
And I’d do my best to uncover them, whenever we wrestled.

It was fun.
It liked it.
It made my willy feel nice.

I don’t think my sister had any idea what I was up to, until Mummy had to come into school.
I bumped into her in the yard and asked her why she was there. She told me Deborah had had a little accident, but she was okay now, so I mustn’t worry.

I did worry though. I’d have to wait till hometime to find out what had happened. I was going to walk her home, as usual (I was nine years old so it was normal in the 1970’s).

“Are you ok? Mummy said you had an accident.”

“I did. I wet my knickers in class. I hadn’t even noticed till Tommy Brown saw a puddle under my chair. Mrs Hall took me to the toilets to clean up and Mummy brought me some new knickers. I don’t think she was very pleased with me.”

“Oh, did she tell you off.”

“Not really, but she said I had “showed her up”. I’m not sure what that means, but it doesn’t sound good.”

“No,” I had an idea. “We’d better make sure you haven’t done it again.”

“What?
Where are we going?
No, I don’t want to go into the graveyard. I’m scared of the ghosties!”

“Don’t worry the ghosties only come out at night.
Look, we need to come in here so no one can see us. I’m going to check you’re knickers are nice and dry. You didn’t even notice they were wet last time, did you?”

“Oh no Peter, don’t do that. Its ‘barassing.”

“It’s okay. I’m your big brother and I’m supposed to take care of you. I don’t want you to get into trouble with Mummy.”

I pulled the back of her skirt up and had a good look at her panties. Navy blue with white frills. I told her they were, “Very nice.”
I put my hand on the seat. I was touching her bum. Brilliant!
“Good you’re nice and dry.” I told her.

“The pee doesn’t come out of there silly!”

She moved my hand to the proper spot. It was dry too.

“Right hold my hand tight. We’re going to have to hurry now or Mummy will wonder where we’ve got to.”

I grabbed her hand and started to drag her along – making up for lost time.
“Stop. Stop. Stop.” she cried, “I can’t go as fast as you. I’ve only got little legs!”

“Climb on.0 I’ll give you a piggyback.”

I liked giving piggybacks. It made me feel big and strong to pick up my sister so easily. And once I had picked her up I would put my hands onto her smooth bum, under her skirt. I’d be feeling her bottom in front of all the grown ups and none of them would know.

Deborah bounced up and down as I trotted along to make up time. I could feel her body rubbing against my back, as she clung on with her knees splayed wide.
She said she liked it.

It became our regular ritual.
Every day we would go into the churchyard where I’d view her knickers and touch her bits.
And then I’d get a proper feel as I carried her home.
She always enjoyed the ride.

I was starting discover there were advantages to having a little sister, after all.

Maybe I could get her to let me see more of her knickers at home too.
One day I just asked her.

“Peeeeeter, will you come and play with me?”

“Not now. I’m busy.” I was, all my toy cars were lined up for the latest leg of the bedroom grand prix.

“Pleeeese I’m playing house and I need you be Daddy.”

I would have preferred to play with my cars, but there might be a chance for a different kind of fun.

“Well, yes I’ll play with you, if you do something for me. Show me your knickers.”

“Oh”, of course. You haven’t checked them today have you?”

She turned around pulled up the back of her skirt to show me her “Tom & Jerry” pair without even waiting for a reply!
She didn’t make a fuss, she was used to it.

I had to play with her now now.
Deborah was Mummy and all her dollies and teddies were the children enjoying a tea party.
There were plastic cups and plates, wooden cakes, pretend cutlery and lots and lots of chat between “Mummy” and her make believe children.
I wasn’t paying much attention until Deborah tripped over Brown Bear and dropped one of the cups onto Raggety Rose.

“What are you doing Mummy?.
Look you’ve hurt Bear’s leg and you could have scalded Rose.” “Daddy was angry with her”.

“I just tripped. It was an accident!”

“And look.” I picked up the cup. “You’ve broken Grandma’s best china.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, getting back into the game.

“Well, you’ve been very naughty.
Hasn’t she children?
I think Mummy needs a good spanking don’t you children?”

“Oh no!” she protested to no avail.
I was much stronger than her and easily pulled her over my lap and flipped up her skirt to give her four light spanks on her knicker clad bottom.

She stood up, “Well that wasn’t very nice,” she sulked, rubbing her bum.

“Aw, we’re only playing Deb. They weren’t even hard, were they?”

“Were too.”

“Come on. I’ll rub it better.”
I did too.
Of course I had to slip my hands under her knicks to do the job properly.
I finished by tickling her and kissing it better.
She wriggled and giggled in delight.
I’d got away with it and I knew I could do it again….

This was great, but now I wanted to get her knickers off.

Bedtimes offered the best opportunities.
Deborah wasn’t allowed to wear her knickers in bed.
Mummy said so.
I was always ready to help police this rule, especially on those nights when my little sister innocently asked to share my bed.

Sometimes I would ask her to pull up her nightie to confirm she was bared, before we got into bed and sometimes I’d wait until we were under the covers before slipping it up myself and stroking her smooth little bum.
Sometimes I’d do both.

She did complain a couple of but I explained that I was just being a good brother and making sure she didn’t get in trouble with Mummy. And, anyway I saw her bare bottom every time Mummy put us into the bath together.

But the bedroom time was much more fun than the bath time, especially if she fell asleep first and I was brave enough to secretly burrow under the covers, find her nightie and carefully pull it up until I could see the whole of her nude bum. I’d leave it up all night – just because I could

It was always fun when Deborah joined me in my bed.
One morning was particularly memorable. Deborah woke before, jumped out bed and ran to her room, excitedly.
She came back with her toy piano.

“Happy birthday to you…”

She sang, whilst clanging out a tune.

I woke and she jumped onto my chest. “Happy birthday Peter!” She kissed me.

“Thanks Deb. I didn’t know you could play the piano.”

“Yes I’m getting good aren’t I. Do you want a go?”

“No, I prefer the drums.”

“The drums?”

“Yeah, I’ll play and you can sing okay?”

I pulled her across my thighs and started to pat her bum to the “Happy Birthday” tune.

She sang along, giggling.
“That’s not drums, that’s my bottom, silly!”

“Oh but they’re lovely drums, even better without your nightie.” I pulled it away.

“Hey!”

“Come on, it’s my birthday!”

She sang along as I patted out the tune.

I was ten years old and life was great.

Knickers and bums were the naughtiest things in the world and I trained my little sister to let me see and touch hers whenever I liked. She was even letting me spank her – bare!
She was making my willy hard every day.
What more could a boy want?

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Two weeks later my teacher sent me home with a special letter.
We were going to do Sex Education….

Life was about to get even better.

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