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    I was aware of my sister's development long before I saw anything happening in my own arena. She was two years older than me, and, besides, girls develop sooner then guys. I must have known about her boobs and hips for four years before I started to change. I didn't actually know when I started to change, all of a sudden, one time, I noticed things had changed. Well, actually, my sister pointed it out to me, in a way. I can guess, however, when I started to change. Looking back, I realize that my sister's body was suddenly getting interesting to me. For a couple of years she had been the touchy-feely type and I had been annoyed, in a small way, with her little touches. Now I was reacting differently. Just a simple shove in my back would get the hairs on my neck tingling. I was usually extremely annoyed while she picked on me, then disappointed when she left. I also realized she was nice to look at. And I wondered about what was underneath. We were not especially close. Kind of up and down, I guess. When doing dishes, cleaning rooms, whatever chores had come up, we weren't the ones to volunteer to help each other. We sort of entered into a barter system; you give a little and I'll give a little. Or, as they say, you scratch mine and I'll scratch yours. It wasn't a regular thing, though. More just an on the spur of the moment thing. It usually came up when we were doing something silly like playing Truth or Dare. We'd start out just fooling around, simple at first. Usually, that's all the farther we got. "Truth: If you broke your arm, which would you rather have it be?" "Dare: Wear my underwear for a day?" But sometimes the innocent questions would either hit a

    tender spot, or else, at times, we intentionally went too far. Once I was surprised when asking, "Which boy would be your pick to be your boyfriend?" she wouldn't answer. So I got to choose a penalty. I traded a turn at clearing the table. She had her moments as well. Once she asked me how long my penis was. I knew the answer to that, which goes to show that I was interested already in my change. What I didn't know then, but figured out later, is that she knew as well that I was starting to change. Or maybe it was just a innocent question and I gave the game away when I wouldn't answer. I ended up dusting the living room. The dares were more fun. Choosing truth was, well, even though we swore to tell the truth, you couldn't really tell. The dares, though, you either did them or didn't. Once when I asked her to show me her undies, she quickly stood up, turned around and snapped her jeans down to her knees. For days afterwards I was haunted by her round ass, light blue undies with butterflies and all, floating before my eyes. At night I imagined it bare, but then was suddenly ashamed. But the sound of her pants sliding over her butt kept hissing in my ears. The game became more dangerous when we started deciding on the punishment ahead of time. Now, with the consequence out front, the decision to complete a dare or not became a little trickier. For instance, she dared me to bare my butt to her. I had to do it. Not doing it would have made me taking over her bathroom cleaning duties on the weekend. Things weren't perfect though. On that same day I dared her to show me her boob. She made such a fuss that I backed down and compromised to just seeing her bare butt. It was quick and barely fair, you could say, the way she hardly got the pants half way down her crack. But, once again, the view of that butt stayed in my head for weeks. Then one day things got out of hand. I was laying on my back in the upstairs hallway tossing a basketball up and down. Shooting free throws mostly, then every once and a while bouncing the ball off a wall for fun. I could see her moving around in her room and I got started thinking about her bottom. Then for some reason I remembered how even she was a little kid, her bottom was still a round little thing. I hadn't remembered taking the baths and showers together for a long time.

    So I asked, "Truth or Dare?" She answered, "Truth." Her voice echoed weirdly from her room. "Would you ever take a shower with me again?" "No!" she blurted the answer out. "Why not?" I asked. "You used to." "I used to drool, too, buddy." "You still do," I said, "like last Saturday when you fell asleep in the car." "Don't be a prick." "It was kind of fun, though, wasn't it?" I asked. "I don't know, I was asleep." "No, I mean the showers." "Yeah, sure," she said, sounding like that was the end of the conversation. "What are you scared of?" I persisted, trying to make her squirm a bit. "Scared?" she answered like it was a stupid question but she thought for a moment, the tip of her tongue peeking between her lips. "That has nothing to do with it. Anyway, you're the scared one, always doing Truth 'cause the Dares scare you." "Liar. Go ahead and ask me." "Okay, Truth or Dare?" "Dare," I said, feeling, quite rightly, like I had been tricked into this. "Okay," she said, thinking, "the penalty. You have to wear my bra to school tomorrow." "No...." I sat up against the wall and looked in at her. "But under my other clothes?" "Well....," she toyed with me, "okay." "Okay, go for it," I said, sounding braver than I felt. "Hmmm..." she said, then paused, "Show me your penis." "No way!" "Why not?" she asked. "Because it's private, that's why."

    "Weren't you just asking about showering together? How would you do that, with underwear on?" "I didn't mean I would shower." "Why not....like you said, we used to do it?" "But things are different." "Are they?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "What's so different?" "We're bigger." "Oh?" she smirked, "I doubt you've changed a bit." "Yes I have!" I blurted before I could think. "So prove it...otherwise, you know what the penalty is." I was quiet. Really, what was the big deal? I'd pull my zipper, then whip it out and back in again. It would all be over. With my hand in the way she'd hardly see more than a flash of flesh. I was just about ready to do it when she spoke again, "Okay, I'll sweeten the pot, just to be fair." "What?" I asked, wondering if this would help or hurt me. Sometimes she had more devil in her than you first thought. "I'll, ah..., bare a boob for you." "That's all?" I tried to sound uninterested. "Your choice," she answered smugly. I was ticked because I realized she had known I'd back down regardless of what she was putting up on her side. She had just been baiting me. "Well," I stuttered, "Girls go topless all over the world, that doesn't seem quite the same as showing you my dick." "Okay, both boobs then." "There both the same, big deal." "Well, what, then?" she asked. I thought, trying to figure out something that would be worth pulling my dick out. Then I said, "Let me kiss a tit."

    "No!" "Why not? What's a kiss?" "Just one kiss." I couldn't tell from her tone whether she was asking or telling me. I thought about it, just wondering, of course. Maybe I could draw the kiss out, make it into a suck. It almost sounded like she was going for it. "I guess," I said, wondering what she would do next. She surprised me. "It's a deal. Except...." Oh, boy. I didn't like that "except," but I bit. "Except what?" I asked. "You have to keep you penis out for 10 seconds before you can kiss." "Ten seconds?" I felt stupid when she just "said" penis, I couldn't imagine letting it hang out for ten seconds. "Yup. And I count. And one other thing. You have to keep your hands above your head while I count." "Oh....well, okay, but you have to keep your hands up too." "And one last thing," she added, "you can't put you dick away until after the kiss." Geez, tricky devil, I thought. There went my idea of a long, slow, sucking kiss. I was quiet until she asked, "Deal?" "What the hell, deal." Okay, I thought, if it was such a good deal, why did I feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't quite meet her eyes, I just kind of looked in her direction not knowing whether she was getting ready to make a fool out of me Could she really be serious? I was getting excited, though, too excited. I had this funny feeling in my groin. In the back of my head I realized I was getting kind of reckless. I stalled for time. "What's the deal, are we doing it together? I don't want you to cop out." "I'll just say, one...two...three....go. Is that okay?" "Can I trust you?" "You know me, I'll be fair."

    She was right about that. have a reason to back out. as well get it over with. The quicker you do it, the

    I was sort of sorry I didn't Oh, well, I thought, I might Just like the high dive. quicker it's over.

    Then she added, "But I'm not starting to count until you get unzipped." "And what about you?" I asked. I was eyeing her tshirt and wondering how quick or slow she would be popping that boob out of there. "Oh....ok. I'll take my shirt off before we start and you take your jeans off. Then it'll be fair." "How? I"m in my underwear? How about you?" She seemed to be getting irritated at my procrastination. She looked out her window down at the driveway. "Nobody's home yet," she mumbled like I wasn't there. She stepped back towards me. "Okay," she said sharply. You take your jeans off and I'll take mine off. We both stand in nothing but our underwear then we get started." She gave me a worn down look. "Is that okay with Mr Philadelphia Lawyer?" "I guess so." "Then let's get started." Without delay, she pulled her shirt off and then stood in her bra looking at me. I was kind of just standing there. She wasn't all that big and her boobs were held tight in a sports bra. So far this was no different than seeing her in a swimming suit. But, I got the idea and took my shirt off, then undid the tops of my jeans. She had been waiting for me and as soon as I started unbuckling, she simply dropped her pants to her ankles, then kicked them aside. My zipper rattled loudly as I jerked it down. My pants made a sad plopping sound as they dropped to my feet. I stepped out of them and so far this wasn't a big deal. I went around the house sometimes, like from bathroom to bedroom, with just this on. But I did feel kind of weird. I looked down, wishing I had more of a bulge behind my underwear. I looked back at my sister. I kept telling myself that it was no big deal that she was standing in her underwear...and, of course, I pretty much convinced myself of the opposite. Unlike me, she was quite careful around the house and I hadn't seen her in this way for a long, long time. It was suggestive, you know, even if she was a sister. "Ok, here it goes," she said. "Ready?"

    I nodded my head. She put her hands on the front of her bra and said, "Get ready, down there." I put my hands down and found my fly. "Okay...." I squeaked. Without anymore fuss she counted, "One. Two. Three. NOW!" The way she hollered, I just went and did it. Pulled my fly open and hauled my penis out, hands guarding in case she did decide to cheat. But just like that I was looking at her boobs bounce free as she pulled her bra up to her neck. They looked bigger, at least a lot rounder than I had expected, and wasn't even thinking much about my dick. Then she started her count to ten. "One. Two....hands on your head, buddy! Three." Then I really started to feel funny. I was just hanging out there and she was looking down. I had contradictory wishes that either my dick should be smaller so she couldn't see it, or bigger so I could be proud of it. Her counting seemed to take forever. I was starting to feel real bad because, as far as I could tell, I really wasn't much bigger than when we were kids. Then she paused in her counting and made me feel better, "Well, I guess you are getting to be a big boy." I was thinking about that, wondering if she was just being nice, then realized she had said ten and I had hardly looked at her boobs. "Hurry and get it over with," she said. She was talking about the promised kiss. I moved forward jerkily. I felt like my penis was wagging around with every step. I had trouble watching her boobs because my eyes kept being drawn towards her eyes...which where looking downward at my dick. Big deal, I thought. She's seen it, so what diff does it make anymore. I felt a little better as I slowly leaned forward to kiss her nipple. It was right in front of my nose and then I really began to feel weird, almost dizzy. I froze, staring at her boob. The nipple was hardly anything, just a smooth little mark in the middle of some darker skin. I could smell something like baby powder but sweeter. "Don't take all day, just do it and be done with it!" She kind of irritated me. So when I leaned forward, I pressed tight against her and really sucked. I could feel her nipple with my tongue. It was a little lump and when I pressed my lips together, the soft flesh of her boob slid easily across my lips but the nipple stuck as a hard little bump. That surprised me since

    it had looked so smooth against her tit. She started backwards, then stopped. I gave a few more sucks. I heard her take a long, loud breath through her nose, then her hands came up to my shoulders and she pushed me back. Her tit popped out of my mouth, sliding like a little knob over my lips. I looked at her nipple. It was now a hard little tip. That suddenly made me feel brave I had done that! I looked at her face and teased her, "That felt good, didn't it?" She frowned. deny it. Her cock again. A good for you, She wasn't happy with me but she didn't eyes dropped down and she looked at my little smile appeared. "It must have felt too?"

    I looked down at my dick again. To my dismay, it was sticking straight out. It had begun to do that lately, at any old time it wanted, and I guess sucking a tit, even if it's a sister's, didn't help. But in my innocence, I simply thought, boy, fine time to go and do that!" Then I quickly turned away from her and tried to push it into my underwear. He laughter behind me didn't help my coordination at all. I just had it back in place, my hand under the elastic and pushing my cock down so . I should have been holding on to my underwear instead of my cock. The next thing I knew she was yanking at my underwear and didn't stop until they were all tangled up around my ankles. I dropped down to my knees and started to crawl away in panic. "Oooo!" she said. "Your balls are so cute!" I looked over my shoulder. She was on her knees as well, still holding on to my underwear, her boobs hanging like little apples between her arms. She was looking down below my butt. Still on my hands and knees, I tried to jerk away. Her hold on my underwear brought me up short and then I felt her chin jab into my calf as she tumbled forward. I turned quickly to escape. She had fallen to her chest but she was still on her knees and her butt was sticking up in the air, pink undies looking like frosting on a cupcake. I just reacted, seeing her undies up in the air like that. I turned as far as I could and reached back. I got a hand full of the waistband and pulled it up over the small of her back. I was giving her a great snuggy. She whined like a puppy and her butt came flying up and

    forward as I pulled. She was stubborn and my ankles were still pulling and she kind managed to roll onto wouldn't let go of my underwear so all tangled down there. But I kept of rolled sideways and finally I my butt and start to sit up.

    I was sitting sort of side-saddle, my knees bent and pressed together. My ankles, with my sister still holding on, were stuck out to one side. She wouldn't let go of the underwear around my ankles even when her chin knocked up against my knees. I straightened my knees as much as possible to get my ankles away from her. All that did was roll her up over my legs. Her boobies squished like warm balloons against my knees. I scooted backwards trying to get out from under her. I almost made it. She grunted as her face hit the floor and suddenly my feet were sticking into her belly. I was almost free! She was tough, though. Her hands were both still under her body and she was still clutching the underwear around my ankles. I was pretty much trapped under her and stuck looking at her pink, butt-filled undies stretched across my knees. My dick was still showing off but it was on its way down; now I was only interested in revenge. I humped my hips into the air and her hips slid off the edge of my knees. Now that her weight was off of my legs, I was able to lever myself over onto my knees and she toppled the rest of the way onto the floor. She still hadn't let go of my ankles and my balance was awkward. I was on my knees, my thighs pressed up against her hip, my lower legs and feet were twisted to the side where she had a death grip my underwear. I was proud of myself. She was still bigger than me, and I guessed about as strong, but now I had the high ground and could get some leverage to pull on her undies. And I pulled. But I messed that up pretty bad, just pulling her sideways and sort of baring the top of one cheek and the top crack was barely showing. She wasn't giving up, though. We were both yanking at each other's underwear, mine around the ankles, hers still across her hips. I gave another awkward tug and lost my balance. I fell over and we ended up lying on our sides, her head near my knees, mine near hers. But my feet were no longer pressed against the floor and she took advantage of that by finally pulling underwear the rest of the way off my ankles. With a whoop, she started to crawl away from me. Her own movement pulled her undies part way off her cheeks before the slippery material snapped out of my hand. The bare half of her buns looked awfully big and round.

    I made a desperate lunge and managed to grab the top of her undies. My hand slid along the smooth skin of her butt cheeks, bumped across her crack....and then suddenly I had her undies to her knees. That slowed her a bit and I managed to hold onto an ankle until I could get up and get both hands on the undies around her knees. I got pretty distracted then. Every time she wriggled and every time I tugged on her undies, her legs spread and I found myself looking down her butt and into a little squishy mound with tiny, soft hairs at the edges. I had had no idea that you could see that thing from the rear. And there it was a clear as could be. I remembered her earlier teasing. "Hey, Sis," I said. "What now?" she grunted as she struggled to get away, her butt rising and spreading with every attempt. "Remember when you said you thought I had cute balls?" She giggled, "Yeah, under that little butter butt of yours." That wasn't fair. "Well, girlie, you've got a cute pussy, too!" "Oh, my God!" she cried and suddenly wriggled like a slippery fish. I couldn't hold my grip on her ankle, no way, but I did keep hold of her undies as she squirmed away. She started screeching and screaming with those silly howling laughs of hers. Finally the undies came off and she scooted away. I don't know what would have happened next, but right then we heard the irritated voice of our mother. "What the hell is going on up there!?" We froze and looked at each other. Our mother had come home who knows how long ago. I would have laughed at the way my sister was holding her hand in front of her mouth, her face just too much like a bad cartoon. I would have laughed, but I was too scared. She ran to the door, to do what, I didn't know. Then she called down, "Nothing, just...stuff." Jeesh. That was about the worst answer she could have come up with. I'd been in enough trouble to know better. Unfortunately, my goodie-two-shoes sister wasn't experienced enough. Right now I knew that Mom was heading towards the stairs. We were cooked.

    Except, using all the experience I had gained as a somewhat troublesome younger brother, I hollered out the door, "She's got my shoe and won't give it back!" My sister gave me a strange look, not understanding. Then our irritated mother's voice, softer and sounding tired, "Oh, Christ! Give him the damn shoe back!" My sister looked out the door as if she could see my mom and answered, "Okay, okay. It's no big deal." "Well, thank you," came the sarcastic reply from our mother. We looked at each other, just having escaped from disaster. She took a big breath, maybe I did, too. She looked towards one of my shoes. It was still lying where I had discarded it in the middle of the floor when wow!, that seemed like ages ago when I started to undress. She walked over, picked it up, then gave it to me. "Thanks, Mom," I hollered. No answer came back. I knew enough to know that she was shaking her head, convinced that somehow I had started the whole thing. Then I smiled a my sister. She smiled back. There was "Something" about that whole scarey business with our mom. It was such a shock, I guess, that we had forgotten about being naked. I was feeling kind of spacey. I was just looking at my sister and found myself thinking that she had cute boobs. Weird, because I wasn't thinking, "Oh my God, she's naked!" And even weirder, I wasn't thinking about me standing there with my dick hanging there in front of her. Of course, I knew we were naked, but the way I felt, it was like I was watching the two of us from outside my body. Just looking on, just like a movie. My sister started walking around the room, picking up her clothes. She was clutching them against her stomach with one hand as she collected the rest with her other. I watched her. Her boobs swung a little when she bent over, not much, and poked straight out again when she stood up. And the way her butt squiggled when she walked!. And when she turned away from me to pick up a sock, I was surprised again by how you could see that girl thing from the rear. Right out in the open, it was. I wondered if they knew that. She sat on her bed and placed her pile of clothes next to her. She bounced a little up and down on the bed. Her pussy seemed to have more hair on it from the

    front, I didn't see much when I saw her from behind. Then she said softly, "We better dress; she might still come up." I nodded and started picking up my stuff, then dropped it in the middle of the room, all of it except my underwear. "Hey," she said. "Huh?" "Before, when I said....I said you probably haven't changed much..." "You mean my penis?" I asked. "Yeah. That wasn't right. You have changed." Then she added, "quite a bit, really." She didn't sound all that sincere. I looked down. It really hadn't changed much. Even when my hard-on had been sticking straight out, it hadn't been much. "You don't have to say that," I said, "I know it's little." "Don't sound so glum, you just started," she said, "give yourself time. I think it keeps growing." She didn't sound all that confident. I looked at her and she added, "like my boobs. They started from nothing. Besides, you've got hardly any hair down there. I didn't, at first, either...." She put her hand oh the base of her belly, just at the top of her triangle. Her legs spread slightly and I could see the lightly furred curves and crevice between her legs. "I think by the time you get your hair down there, you'll be bigger." "Well, I hope so." I bent a knee, lifted a foot, and poked a foot through my underwear. My cock and balls swung lightly between my legs. I paused with one foot in, one foot out and watched her reach over her head with her bra and slip it down, covering her boobs. How long ago had we started that truth and dare game? I suppose it was easily measured in minutes, yet it felt like sometime in the distant past. She looked at me and gave me a little smile. It was a new smile. A warm, secret smile, and I smiled back. </pre></body></html>

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