Thanksgiving Weekend
Sunday night of Thanksgiving weekend had me tired of turkey leftovers and laying on my bed reading an American history book. Classes at the local University restarted tomorrow and the History class was on Tuesday and Thursday. I was generally up-to-date on my other classes so a closer look at the Battle of Monmouth seemed appropriate.
At just past nine, my sister Karen drifted into my room through the connecting bathroom. She was, as usual, clad in a loose-fitting wife beater shirt and a snug pair of pale-yellow panties. And, just as much the norm, I was wearing a grey T-shirt and Jockey underpants. She looked to see that my TV was off and my laptop was on the dresser. Karen took her usual position lying on her tummy next to me on my left: "What-cha reading?"
"American History, why?"
"Oh, just curious. School tomorrow, then?"
I was almost at the end of a chapter so I tried to read on: "Yes, back to classes for me and back to work for you, right?"
Karen didn't say anything. She picked up my left hand and placed it on her delightful bubble butt: "Mumble -- mumble -- mumble" in a low voice.
"What? I didn't hear that."
"Now that I have your attention; I need your advice."
I gave her sweet buns a little squeeze: "Advice on what?"
"I have a little problem."
"Ok, what's the problem? Is it with me? Your new friend Kevin? Your old friend Carmine? Or with someone else?"
"Kevin! We've been going out together since the beginning of August. I held him off for as long as I could and then, on Labor Day weekend, I gave him a little. He was a little crude. . . "
"Crude? What do you mean?"
"By 'crude' I mean that he was not as considerate as you; he doesn't always ring my bell."
"Better at it than, what's his name, Carmine?"
"Don't talk to me about that scumbag Carmine. He gets a little from me and then he runs off with that whore Sue. I hope that I never see him again."
"So what's the problem with Kevin?"
"Well, we've been doing the deed off and on for a couple of months now. He's getting better at it and I'm really starting to enjoy it with him."
"That doesn't sound like a problem."
Karen was silent for a moment, gathering her nerve: "He wants to do anal."
"Anal! He wants to do anal with you? You told him 'no,' of course."
"I didn't tell him anything other than I would 'think about it'."
"And, did you think about it?"
Karen lifted her hips a little flexing the muscles in her tight little butt: "That's why I'm here."
Wow, my sister is telling me that her current boyfriend wants to put his pecker into her pooper and she wants advice from me. I could feel a couple of stirrings down below as I contemplated the idea. While still palming her luscious ass: "I can understand why Kevin, or any man for that matter, would want to get into this. How do you feel about it?"
Karen sat up on her legs letting my hand slide back to the bed: "I'm not sure. It sounds like something exciting to do although I don't know how a woman gets anything out of it. I'm afraid that it will hurt but I'm afraid that I might really like it. Worst of all, I'm afraid that word would get around and any guy who wants to date me would expect it. Have you ever done it?"
"Me, no. I've only gotten Ginny to give me a blowjob. You're the only one I've ever had sex with."
"Can you help me decide?"
"How about we learn a little more about it? We can both learn if you like."
Karen: "Same rules as with sex?"
"Same rules? What do you mean?"
She put her hand onto my chest and got real serious: "If I decide to do it, then you will be the first. Ok?"
So, there I was, with my sister asking me if I would be the first one to fuck her in the ass 'IF' she decides to do it. It looks like my job just became convincing her that anal sex is definitely the 'thing to do' this Fall: "Yes, but only if you want to and only if we can do it without hurting you. Does that sound fair?"
Karen: "That sounds more than fair and it sounds like the brother that I have learned to trust with my body."
I was happy to hear that and even happier to think that I was again selected to exchange cherries with my sister.
Karen apparently noticed the tent in my Jockeys that betrayed my enthusiasm. She reached over and patted my cock with her palm: "It looks like you like the idea, too."
I couldn't hide what she observed: "Well, I guess that the idea is a little exciting."
"What do you want to do about it?"