I don’t think I treated my little sister badly. Part 3: Busts, new rules and naked sleepovers

I push my sister’s boundaries as we enter puberty.

I was approaching my teenage years and life was great.
While all my friends were fantasizing about girls and boasting about their alleged exploits with the fairer sex. I knew most of them had never had more than a glance up a young lady’s skirt, or a flick through the underwear section of their mum’s mail order catalogue.
I, meanwhile had a real life girl, a hot little bird, at home waiting for me every day. Her name was Deborah, but I called her Deb. She was four years younger than me and I was her brother.

I was also a very lucky boy.

I’d always been fascinated by my sister’s body and I’d been enjoying the sight and the feel of her bare bottom for several years. In.recent months she had also become accustomed to allowing me the same privileged access to, what she called, “her fairy”.

I saw her body often. We still shared baths.
And I got to feel it frequently. Deb liked to share her big brother’s bed, in the way that innocent little girls do.

Yes, my life was great, but it looked like it was about to get even better. My little sister had told me her “busts” were starting to grow.
So far they were barely visible and there was no need for Mum to rush out to buy her a bra, but they were there and they could only get bigger!

Deb was a bit shy about them though and refused to let me touch them, but I didn’t expect that to be too much of a problem. I would just keep an eye on them every week, at bath time. Taking delight as they grow and grow, until she’s ready to let me get my hands on them.

However fate, or Mum, had different plans and we were told that we had grown too big to both fit in the bathtub anymore, so we would have to bathe separately.

Fortunately we hadn’t outgrown my bed yet and Deb was still allowed to climb in with me, if it wasn’t a school night. These sleepovers were the highlight of my week.
Mummy had always told Deborah that she mustn’t wear her knickers in bed and that was perfect for me. It had long been a ritual for me to lift my sister’s nightie, baring her rude bits for my touch.
I would stroke her fairy and fondle her backside to my heart’s delight.

Now I just had to find to get at her busts.
I decided stealth was the best tactic.
My first idea was to casually roll over, in the might and brush my palm against the little lumps on her chest – if I could find them.
Or I could wait until she dozed off and try to get a little feel through her nightie.
I didn’t dare to squeeze them or even touch too hard, because she had told me they were really sensitive and I didn’t want her to wake up and catch me molesting her.

I tried to be patient but, as the months went by, I knew those tits were getting bigger. They were so close to my grasp and just a thin layer of cotton away from my gaze.
I was a adolescent boy and I couldn’t wait for ever. I decided to take action.

I informed Deb of my decision, whilst we were lying in my bed one morning with my fingers playing between her legs, as usual.

“Deb, I’ve decided it’s time we changed the rules about you sleeping in my bed.”

“Oh, Peter, you’re not going to say I can’t sleep with you anymore are you? It’s much nicer than sleeping on my own.” She snuggled up to me, trying to win me over.

“No, if course you can keep sleeping with me, but we’re going to change the rules about what you wear.” I pressed on – I didn’t want any questions.
“Mummy’s no knickers rule will stay in force, but from now on you will not be allowed to wear a nightie either.”

“Oh,” she thought.
Then she laughed. “Oh silly me. I thought you were saying I couldn’t have anything on, but you just mean I’ll have to wear pyjamas, don’t you?” She was still laughing.

“No Deb,” I shook my head, “No nightie, no pyjamas, nothing.”

“Are you going to stop wearing pyjamas too?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“My bed, my rules.”

“Well that’s not fair. I’ll be naked and you’ll be dressed.
I already don’t have any knickers on and I always let you touch me down there.”
She pushed my hand away from her crotch.
“You just want to feel my busts too don’t you?
You’re a dirty old man.
I’ll sleep in my own room from now on.”

And she did.

————-

It had been a fortnight since I’d touched her. And of course, we weren’t sharing a bath anymore so I wasn’t even getting to see naked.

It was a shame.
I seemed to have too options.
I could either give in to my little sister and allow her to keep her nightie on.
But the problem with that was it would mean giving in to my little sister.

Or, I could stick to my guns and just be grateful for all the fun Deb had let me have in the past.
But the problem with that was that there wouldn’t be anymore fun in the future.

I was starting to think that I’d have to “cut my losses” and go with Option 1, but fortunately, the calendar came to my aid. Halloween was approaching…

Deb had always been frightened of all the witches, ghosties and things that went bump in the night. I could see her looking away, nervously whenever anything spooky popped up on television. Halloween always scared her.

She didn’t say anything about it during the day but, on the night of Halloween, she knocked on my bedroom door.

“Peter, I’m frightened. Will you keep me safe tonight?”

She always slept with me on Halloween. I wanted to keep her safe and I wanted to welcome her back into my bed, but I spoke like an arse.

“You know the rules.”

She sighed sadly, “Okay. Do I have to take it off now?” She grasped the hem of her nightie.

“No, Mum or Dad will be tucking us in. You’d better keep it on till then.”

I patted the mattress and my sister climbed in beside me.

We chatted like always but, for maybe the first time ever, I made no attempt to lift her skirt or touch any of her private parts.

After an hour or so Mum came to tuck us in, “Ahhh, what a good brother. Keeping your little sister safe from all the ghosts and ghouls.”

We listened to her footsteps as she descended the stairs and returned to the living room.

“Now?” whispered Deb.

“Now.” I confirmed quietly.

She ducked under the covers and after
some wriggling, her nightie appeared from under the bedclothes.
She kept herself hidden from the neck down, but I knew I had what I wanted.
She was naked.

I’m sure she expected me to leap on her and maul her like a sex craved beast, but I remained calm, lying beside her in the dark and keeping my hands to myself.

It was some time before Deb spoke.
“Aren’t you going to touch me then?”

“What do you mean?” I was playing dumb.

“You know what I mean,” she giggled at me, “You always touch my… my rude bits.”

“But I didn’t think you wanted me to do that anymore.”

She fell quiet once more.

“Well you can, if you like,” she whispered shyly, “but you have to be gentle and stop if I say.”

It was great deal. She was actually asking me to feel her up. All she wanted in return was that I respected her limits and I had always intended to do that.
However, I was hoping to discover where those limits were.

For now though I was going to play it cool and regain her confidence.

“Of course,” I told her.
“Now where would you like me to touch you first?”
I was going to enjoy this.

She was embarrassed by the question, “Erm, you choose.”
I refused.
“Ok you can stroke my fairy.”

“Put my hand where you want it.”

“Oh blimey.” She took my hand and placed it on her damp slit.

I stroked her gently, without any urgency.
She became a little more moist.
I slid up, away from crotch encountering a little bump.
She gave a little jump.

“Is that nice?”

“Yes,” she was whispering again.

“Should I keep my fingers there? I’ll be gentle.”

“Please.”

I didn’t know it and I don’t think Deb knew it either, but I’d discovered her clit.

I stroked around it and skimmed over it, learning as I went along, responding to her reactions.

“Could you kiss it for me.”

“Of course.”
I kissed that special place with as much tenderness as I could. Instinctively licking it.

My sister squirmed strangely and her breathing changed, but she was okay. She said she liked it.

“Oooh Peter that was the best thing ever!” It was high praise, indeed but I could have done all that with her nightie on. I wanted more.

“What do you want to do now?” was her timely question.

I didn’t say a word, but walked my fingers up her body to her bust.
She didn’t try to stop me.
“Be gentle” was all she had to say.

I was, I didn’t want to jeopardise my chances of doing this again.

They were bigger this time – titlets rather than breast buds. I stroked them gently, running my fingers across the nipples.

“Is that okay?”

She nodded.

“I’m just going to give one a little squeeze”

I liked it. She didn’t complain, so I did the other one. Then both of them together.

“Ooh, that feels naughty.”
She giggled.
I knew she liked it too

“It’s not hurting, then?”

“No, they don’t get too sore anymore.”

“That’s good.
Maybe that’s because they’re getting bigger.”

“They are aren’t they? Mummy says she’ll have to buy me a bra soon.”

“You are growing up to be big girl.
I gave them both a little kiss.
She told me it tickled.

I let them be.
I had achieved my goal for the evening.
I had got her naked.
I had felt her tits.
I had regained her confidence.
And I was sure she would let me do it again.

I slept well, but I awoke to an empty bed. My sister had left.

I found her in her room.
“Are you okay?” I asked, anxious that I had upset her.

“Yeah, I just didn’t want Mummy or Daddy to come and catch me on the nuddy.”

“That’s alright then, I thought you might be angry with me after last night.”

“No you were nice and gentle and you kept me safe from the ghosties.” She paused.
“Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

“Same rules?” I asked gently.

She nodded, “Same rules.”
She earned herself a little kiss.

‐————–

So Deb shared my bed on that night and many more over the next few months.

Puberty took hold and her body changed.
Mum did get her a training bra, but it wasn’t long before Deb outgrew it and needed a proper one. I wondered whether my fondling was stimulating her tits and encouraging them to sprout.

There was sprouting down below too, as her first pubes appeared. They tickled my nose when I kissed her fairy.

Maybe it was because of these changes that Mum started to discourage her from coming to my bed.
She didn’t forbid it, but she started joking about my single bed not being able to take the weight of us both anymore.
We were able to argue that we were keeping eachother warm. It was a cold winter and we didn’t have central heating or double glazing. Mum accepted our reasoning, but we would have to come up with a better plan when the once the nights got warmer.

—————-

The seasons did turn and spring arrived.
We were going to have rare visitor. Our Uncle Bob was coming to stay, during Easter.
We liked Uncle Bob and, of course, he was bound to turn up with extra chocolate!
There was going to be some disruption, though.
He was going to sleep in my bed and I’d have to sleep in my sleeping bed on Deb’s floor.
I had a different idea.

“Aw but Mum, Deb’s floor is all cold and hard. Why don’t I camp out instead?”
I’d camped out before, so l knew what to do.

“Won’t the ground be cold and hard too?Probably colder. You’ll be more comfortable indoors.”

“Maybe, but it will be fun and it’s the school holidays, so I don’t have to be up early. Please.”

“Okay, so long as it’s alright with your Dad.”

I knew Dad wouldn’t mind. Great.

“Well that’s not fair, to me is it Mummy?” started Deb.

“Why not, you’ll still have your lovely warm, cosy bed to sleep in while Peter’s on the lawn.”

“Yeah but camping looks like fun. Why can’t I sleep in the tent too?
I can always come back in if I don’t like it.”

She turned to me, “Would that be okay Peter?”

“Well, it’s a 2-man tent so it should be big enough. But she’d have to follow all the rules.” I added earnestly.

“Oh yes,” said Mum, “I remember those rules from my days in the girl guides. No shoes in the tent, no smelly socks, no sugary drinks…”

My sister and I shared a look. We both knew they weren’t the “rules” that I was talking about…”

—————-
Easter arrived and so did Uncle Bob. He was great. He made a big fuss of us both, he played with us all day and he did bring lots of chocolate.
But we couldn’t wait for the day to end.
We had other games to play…

I went “to bed” first, preparing the tent for Deb. She climbed in through the flimsy doors a little while later. She was already dressed in her night clothes.

“Pyjamas?” I remarked, she hardly ever wore pyjamas.

“Yes, I thought I’d better cover myself up, so the grown ups don’t suspect anything. Do you like them. They’re the same colour green as my Tinkerbell nightie. You always liked that!” she smiled.

“Yes, it suits you, but you know the rules…”

“Yes, but do I have too? I’ll be cold out here with no clothes on?”

I knew she was teasing. I put on a deep voice, “Don’t you worry young lady. I’ll keep you warm.”

She bit her lip, “Some parts warmer than others I bet.”

“That’s the idea. Now let’s be having you.”
I took hold of her top and pulled it up over her head.
She was topless, her boobs on show, bigger and bouncier than last time I had seen them.”
“They’re lovely.” I told her.

“Do you think so?” she asked, posing to show them off. “You’re not just saying that because you’re my brother?”

“Yes and no,” I replied, distracted by her womanly shape.

“Are you sure?” she asked, “They’re not very big are they? I know boys like big ones.”

“They’re big enough for me Deb and they’re still growing aren’t they? I know some boys say big ones are the best but most of us don’t really mind.
I love yours just the way they are. They’re really pretty.”
I couldn’t care what size they were as long as I was allowed to get my hands on them!

Deb gave me a thank you kiss, but of course, I wasn’t satisfied.

“Er, um young lady,” I cleared my throat, adopting a formal manner. “Aren’t you forgetting something.” I pointed, “Trousers?”

“Oh dear, of course.” she reached for the waistband but I intervened

“Allow me.”

There wasn’t much room to spare inside our canvas toblerone so I manoeuvred my sister onto all fours, with her bum nicely in the air and pulled off the pyjama bottoms.

“Knickers?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes, I said I thought I should cover up.”

“Well Cap’n Hooks gonna want those Missy.” I announced in my pirate voice, invoking one of our favourite games

“Oh no, not Captain Hook,” came the playful reply. “I wasn’t expecting him to be here tonight. I hope he isn’t going to be too rough.”

“Well I am ‘ere Missy and you’d bedda do as a I say, or I’ll make ya walk the plank!
And I’ll be ‘aving those knickers for a start.”

Deb was still on all fours and I was treated to a delicious view of her bare arse as I relieved her of that final garment, stripping her completely naked

Her arse had changed too.
I could see it was deeper and rounder
I caressed it with both hands and found the skin was even softer than before.
A few spanks confirmed it was firmer too.

“Oh no Captain. Why do you always have to spank me. You bad man.”
She scampered away to seek the sanctuary of our double sized sleeping bed and pulled it tightly around her body, hiding her nakedness from me.

It would have taken me no more than a few seconds to unzip the bag and expose her, but where was the fun in that?
I tried to force my way in.
We grappled and tussled until I overpowered her, releasing her grip and sliding into the bag next to her, ready to claim my prize.
“I’ve got ya now Missy. Ya gonna be my prisoner, all night long!”

“Oh yes, Captain. I give in. Please don’t be cruel to me.”

I went to work on those newly grown tits. I don’t think I was cruel but I did enjoy giving them their first proper squeezes, now they were big enough to fill my hands.

I wasn’t so rough with the rest of her though. I softly caressed her slit and gave her clit the gentle attention that I knew she loved. Then I went lower and attempted to finger her. Just a little bit. Easing the tip of my big finger into her sexy hole.
She had complained about the Captain’s nasty Hook in the past, but this time she just gasped at the intrusion. Accepting it without a flinch or a squeal.

—————
It was a memorable night and we slept well.

I awoke first and couldn’t resist my little sister’s naked body.
She was lying on her back, still soundly asleep and I took very great care not to disturb her as my hands investigated every inch of her flesh – from neck to crotch.
Obviously some areas were investigated more thoroughly than others.
Once I was satisfied that her tits had passed their very full and complete inspection, I moved down to her “fairy”.

I stroked her clit and was surprised to find that, even whilst she slept, her body responded to my touch, wriggling and moistening, as I played.
I slipped my finger into her once more.
I slid in easily. She was moist and unconscious.
I pushed as far as I could and then decided to give her “the hook”. I bent my finger back and found a rough wall.
It was sensitive and Deb responded with a moan. I was intrigued and started to tease her clit with my other hand, stimulating her inside and out.
That was when she woke up..

“Oh, oh, oh, oh my.
What are you doing?
No, don’t stop.
Wow!”

I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I was obviously doing it right, so l carried on until my sister told me her fairy needed a break.

I turned my attention to her tits.
Her nipples were hard as bullets and I couldn’t resist kissing them. Then sucking on them. Then opening my mouth wider and drawing in a whole breast whilst I fondled it’s neighbour.

“Oooooh. That’s nice. Suck the other one.” she told me.
I was happy to oblige.

Then I headed back down below, to take my mouth to her fairy.
We were short of space so I knelt above her, straddling her shoulders and went on hands and knees to lap at her slit.

“My god, Peter you are making me feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping. I was feeling great too. My cock had never been harder.
Deb couldn’t help noticing, when it forced its way out of my pyjamas and appeared in front of her eyes.

“Oh,that’s grown since I used to see it in the bath!” she giggled, taking hold of it. “Is it always like this?”

“No, it’s so big because it likes you,” I told her childishly.

“Does it like being licked, like my fairy does?”

“Why don’t you try?”
She was happy to oblige.
We licked each other.
My tongue on her cunt.
Her’s on my cock.

“Wow!”
I felt so good!
I wondered if I was giving Deb the same thrill. There was no wonder she’d always liked it.

“Oh, this fun. Your willy keeps bobbing around when I lick it.” she laughed, playing with her new toy.

We heard something outside…
We stopped dead.
It was the kitchen window.

“What do you campers want for breakfast?” shouted Mum.

“I’d like some sausage please,” was my naughty little sister’s reply.

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