I don’t think I treated my sister badly. Part 2 Sex Ed, Tinkerbell, Peter Pan & Captain Hook

I enjoy more than just my little sister’s bum.

Note: More childhood exploration, but no shagging in this part, if that’s what you were looking for.

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So we had a primary school “sex education” lessons.
The “Facts of Life” came as a big surprise.
I was one of the cleverest boys in my class, but I had been so wrong.
Contrary to my belief, girls had just got “nothing” between their legs; and knickers & bums were not the “naughtiest thing in the world.”
I thought my sister and I had done everything we could together, but now I knew there was more.
I started to plan…

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“Come and play Peter.” Deborah was bored again.

“I can’t Deb, I’ve got to do my homework first.” I didn’t really have homework. I just didn’t want to play her little girl games.

“I’ll let you see my knickers,” she offered, knowing it was the fee she usually had to pay if she wanted me to play.

I chuckled, but it gave me an idea.
“Maybe you could help with my homework, instead, ” I suggested.

She laughed at me, “I’m only in Class 2. How an I supposed to help? You’re in Class 6.”

“Well, I just thought you might be able to. The subject is female anatomy.”

She laughed again, “Well I’ve never even heard of that!”

“It’s simple. “Female” means a woman or a girl and “anatomy” means body. We’ve been learning about how boys and girls bodies are different and I’ve got to learn all about a girl’s body.”

“Oh, so how do you think I can help.”

“You know I’ve got a willy.”

“Yes,” she went a little shy, “I’ve seen it in the bath.”

“Well I need to see what you’ve got instead.”

“You want to look at my fairy?”
I guessed we were on the same wavelength.
“Mummy says that’s naughty. I mustn’t let boys see it.”

“But she doesn’t mean me, does she? I’m your brother. We see each other in the bath, don’t we? And I’ve got a test tomorrow. I might even have to draw one.
Please let me have a look, just for a minute. I’m always helping you with your homework.:

She smiled, pleased to be able to help her big brother, “Okay but just for a minute.”
She clambered up onto my bed and took her knickers off.

“It’s probably best if you take your skirt off too.”

“Okay.”

“Could you open your legs a bit for me please.”

She did and there it was. The place I had never noticed before. The mysterious and magical place where willies went in and babies came out.

It looked like a neat little slot at first, but then she spread wider to show me the secret pink folds inside. I was expecting to see something pretty but, surprisingly, it reminded me of something I might find in a butcher’s window!
I might not have thought it was very attractive, but I couldn’t look away. I knew it was a private and precious treasure that would be important to me, once I was a grown up and understood things better.
For now though, I was a very lucky boy to be allowed to see it. I began to investigate it, stroking the outer lips.

“Oooh,” my sister jumped, “that feels funny. I didn’t know you were going to do that.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to get ready for my test.”

She looked down between her legs to watch my hand delving further on its voyage of discovery. She giggled and bit her lip, as it became more adventurous.

It was surprisingly hot and a little bit slippery – guessed that was must be sweat and pee. Then I found something. I wasn’t looking for it, but I should have known to was there.
I found a hole.
I pushed a fingertip in. It was tight, but I didn’t post far.

“Ow, what was that.” she jumped back. “Stop I don’t like it!”

I was ashamed. I’d made my little sister show herself to me. She was trying to help me and I’d hurt her. I shouldn’t have touched her there. I didn’t know what I was doing.

“I’m sorry, let me kiss it better.”
I didn’t want to put my lips in the place her pee came from, but what else could I do?
I put my head between her thighs and kissed where I thought the hole was.

She giggled again – music to my ears.
“Ooh, that tickles.”
She wriggled under me
“Nice though….”

It was enough for the evening and I did keep my promise and join her on her little girl game afterwards.

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She came to my room on the following evening.
“Did you get top marks then?”

I was puzzled.
“What?”

“You know, your hemale atamoany test?”

The penny dropped.
“Oh yeah, sorry.
I got 10 our 10! Thanks you were a great teacher.” I gave her a kiss.

“Thanks, I liked it, apart from that pokey bit.”

“Yes, sorry about that. Are you still sore?”

“Yes, a little bit,” she whispered shyly

“Then I’d better kiss it again hadn’t I?”

“Oooh, yes please.”

That was it.
There was no fuss, no reluctance, she simply bared herself and allowed me view her and her touch in her most sacred spot.
Maybe I could make this a normal part of her life – just as routine as letting her big brother see her knickers or touch her bum.
I just needed to find a way.
Help came from an unexpected source – Walt Disney…

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As a special treat Mummy and Daddy took us to the cinema to see Disney’s “Peter Pan”. Deborah had never been to the “pictures” before and she loved it – even if she did get a bit frightened when all the house lights went down – it got very dark!
She adored the film – laughing and cheering and hiding her eyes at all the right times as plot unfolded. But she liked two things best of all.
One, was the tub of ice cream she ate during the interval and the other was Peter Pan’s friend.
The fairy Tinkerbell.

She was obsessed, skipping around the house in her little green nightie, casting spells and sprinkling fairy dust whenever she could.
Mummy bought her some matching green knickers to complete her costume and made her a cardboard wand too Deborah liked it so much that Santa gave her a proper one for Christmas.

Of course, she wanted her big brother to play too and, this time, I didn’t mind. I was going to have fun.

“Can we play Peter Pan, pleeeease,” she asked nicely, flashing her panties like she knew she should.

She looked so pretty. Her pale skin and red hair, complimented by her little green fairy costume.
She looked so innocent, with bare arms, legs and feet, standing before me, begging me to join in.

“What lovely knickers.
Captain Hook is going get you!”

I jumped up and made a grab at her.
She squealed and ran, “Can’t catch me!”

She scampered and giggled her way out of the living room into the kitchen, across the hall and back to the living room again.

“Ha ha! Ye’ll never escape the Hook, lassie, I’ll have thee.” I was happy to play along.
The more she ran, the more the hem of her nighty flicked up, allowing me more glimpses of her little knickers and bum. I’d catch her in my own good time.

She bounded up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door tightly behind her.

I ascended to the landing.
“Where’s that pretty fairy gone? I know she’s magic but she can’t have vanished!
Is she ‘iding in ‘ere?”
I pushed the toilet door open. “Nay!”

“What about ‘ere?” I threw open my own bedroom door. “Nooo!”

“Then see must be ‘iding in ‘ere.”
I pushed Deborah’s bedroom door – not too hard. “Oh no it’s stuck.” I could hear her on the other side, giggling and holding it shut.

“Right, let’s give it a proper pirate push. ‘eave!”

I burst in and she ran away to her bed.

“Now I’ve got ye!”

I pushed her onto the mattress, ticking her ribs to playful squeals of delight.

My hand soon went inside her nighty. There was more tickling, wriggling and giggling. “Now I’m going to those knickers!” I grabbed them .

“Oh Captain Hook no! You can’t have those!” It was a playful response, she knew what was going to happen.

“They be pirate treasure Tinkerbell and they be mine!”

“Oh no. Just you wait till Peter Pan gets here!”

I rolled her over, squeezed her bum and gave it a light spanking.
“Peter Pan can’t save you now!”

I shoved a hand between her legs and fondled her own little fairy.

“Oh! Don’t do that, you naughty, naughty pirate!”

“It’s time you felt my hook,” I told her pushing at her hole.

She allowed it for a moment before flinching saying, “No! Not that!” and pulling away.

“Ow!” I squealed holding my head

“That’ll teach you to hurt Tink!” I declared in my Pete Pan voice. “You leave her alone, or else!”

I paused for a moment.

“Has he gone Peter?”

“Yes, I don’t think he’ll be bothering you again, are you alright?”

“Yes, Thank you for saving me. I am a bit sore though.”

“Where do you hurt?”

“Well, Peter, he smacked my bum,” she said shyly.
“Then I’d better rub it better.” I rubbed it all over. I didn’t know whether it made my sister feel any better but it certainly made my willy feel very good.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else, Tink?”

“Just here,” she used her shy voice again and pointed between her legs.

“I think I know exactly how to make that feel better!”
I licked my lips, put my head down there and gave her a big kiss, along with an experimental lick that made her squirm.

Our game was over and we lay side by side. Both of us were a little breathless. Deborah’s clothes were in disarray
Her nightie was up past her hips and her knickers were around her knees
She didn’t seem to care.
I casually stroked her fairy, as if were mine by right.

“Did you like our game?” I asked.

“Yes, that was a good one. I didn’t think you were going to find me.”

I laughed at her sweet childish innocence.
“You can’t escape from Captain Hook. A pirate will always find you.”

“He’s a naughty man isn’t he?”

“All pirates are.”

“I don’t think I like him, he’s mean.”

“Welll if he wasn’t mean, Peter Pan wouldn’t have to rescue you would he? And I think you like being rescued, don’t you?”
I kissed her private place again.

“Oooh yes Peter. Very much!”

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We played a lot. During the day when Mummy and Daddy weren’t going to hear us and at night in the privacy of my bed.

Deborah started coming to my bed more than ever before. I was a very lucky boy.

One day though we were in bed together. During the daytime. In our night clothes. But in no mood for play.

We both had the measles.
We were both off school and Mum had decided it would make her life easier if we were both together.

I was twelve now and I had been allowed a television, so of course we were both in my bed.

We watched the “school programmes” until they finished during the morning and then there was nothing on except grown up stuff or the “test card”. There were only three channels in those days and not much choice.

Fortunately Mum had got us some comics and my poorly little sister asked me to read to her.
I put my arm around her and pulled her close so she could see the pictures.
She listened quietly while I read the latest events from “The Magic Roundabout,” and it wasn’t until I got to “goodnight said Zeberdee” that I noticed something was wrong.

She was looking glum, with her chin on her chest, sobbing quietly.

“What’s up Deb?”

She looked down to her right, “Your hand.”

I was baffled. I was holding her close and my hand was on her ribs, but I wasn’t hurting her. I wasn’t even tickling.

“It’s on my busts.” she told me quietly.

She did feel soft under my hand, but I’d never noticed any bust. I know we’d done some grown up things but she was only eight.

“Mummy says they’re starting to grow, but I can’t tell anyone because I’m only young and the boys and girls in my class might not understand.”

“I won’t tell anyone, honest.”

I was silent for a moment, before the inevitable question. “Can I feel them.”

“No, you mustn’t. They get sore, especially when they’re growing.”

It was her turn to be silent before adding, “I don’t want a Captain Hook to touch them either.”

I put my hand around her waist. “Is that okay.”

It was.
I read till lunchtime and then we played games. Snakes and ladders, noughts and crosses and draughts.

Deborah has only just learned how to play draughts, but she thought she was good at it and I let her win the first game.
Of course, she wanted to play again and best her big brother.
It was a close game, but I wasn’t going to concede again and made sure I won.

“One all, next one wins.” she decided.

“Wins what?” I asked.

“Don’t know.”

We got on with it.
Big brother, asserted his seniority and won.

“Well done,” she said sportingly.

A few minutes later she remembered the deal.
“What prize do you want.”

“Well… I know you don’t want me to touch your busts but could I have a little look, just for a minute, I’ve never seen any before?”

She wrinkled her brow in thought for a moment, “Okay,” she smiled, “You’re going to see them in the bath anyway.”
She started to pull her nighty up. “Just don’t touch or tell okay.”

She held her nightress up high and there they were. Amongst the red spots of my sister’s measles rash were two small bumps.
Breast buds, not even the size of ping pong balls, but the nearest thing to a pair of tits that I had ever seen.
They were going to grow and I would watch them inch by inch. And I was certain that Deb would let mr do more than just look at them.
This was going to be fun.

“Very nice,” I told her.

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