"Hey Paul how come your sister's so fine and you're so ugly?"
I must have heard it a million times through middle school and high school. I was small for my age, the worst at sports, and not very good looking or charming, in other words a geek. The guys worshiped my big sister though; she was, as they would say, a stone cold fox. The teachers liked her too, because she was an excellent student, and never misbehaved. They couldn't understand how I could be her brother either. We were a little over a year apart, so-called Irish twins, but she was two grades ahead because of where our birthdays fell, hers in August, and mine in October.
By the way, I can tell you for certain that nothing sexual happened with anyone before the age of eighteen, because nothing did.
I lived a working class neighborhood in Cleveland with my parents and my aforementioned sister, Gina. As I said, Gina was drop dead gorgeous, perfect in every way. She was about five foot six, dark brown hair, big beautiful light blue eyes, a cute little nose (very rare for us Italians), and full lips. The lips needed no lipstick, and the skin needed no makeup. She had an angelic and innocent face.
She had a body made for evil though, with long shapely legs, and full thighs and hips. Her waist was very narrow, and she had a perfectly round butt that stuck out. I mean really round, like an apple. Her breasts were no more than a handful each, but stuck out nicely from her slight shoulders and narrow waist. To see her standing still was a real treat, but to watch her walk was truly unbelievable, with everything bouncing and swinging. If she was coming or going she was the most arousing thing you would ever see. All the way through high school, everyone considered her the sexiest girl in school, even though she dressed modestly. The contrast between the innocent face and that killer body is what made her special, I think.
It was too bad that all of this was going to waste. You see that Gina was not allowed to date, or have any doings with boys for that matter. Our dad was very old world Italian would not allow it. This was the cause of constant fights and arguments between her and our parents. I think Mom was sympathetic, but the old man wouldn't give in. As long as we lived in his house, we lived by his rules. In his world, if a girl went on a date with a boy without a chaperone, it meant that she had been "had" and was unsuitable for marriage. Even rumors that she had been out would make her "damaged goods." Girls had to be virgins on their wedding night, and there could be no doubt about it.
Men, however, had no such restrictions on them. When I got old enough to get "the talk" from Dad, he didn't say much, but he did say not to "bother" the "good girls". Men have their needs, but stick with the loose women and divorced women until you are ready for marriage. None of this advice or freedom was necessary for me though, because, as I said, I was basically a grade-A geek.
Gina was a very sweet girl, and as good student, always helped her little brother (me) with his homework. She never used any profanity. The worst thing she would say is "dag nap it", or "kiss my feet". She spent a lot of time reading books and doing schoolwork.
Her friends Denise and Diane, who we called Dee and Di didn't date either, not because they were forbidden, but because no one would ask them out. They were very unattractive to say the least, both homely and overweight. Not dating material. She would talk with them on the front porch for hours. I would sometimes sneak around the side of the house and hide in the bushes to listen to them, mostly girlish gossip.
I started hanging out with some nasty boys in the neighborhood, even though I was several years younger than them. Even though I had a hard time making friends and fitting into cliques, but these guys accepted me for some reason. There was Larry and Bryan and a few others. Then there were the guys at the local gas station where I worked part-time who must have been in their twenties. They were not good influences at all. There was a lot of crude talk about sex, which fascinated me. Larry had a ton of dirty magazines. Some Playboys, which only showed titties back then, and some other black and white ones, which showed women with their legs spread, but very poor quality. Larry's parents were never home and the bunch of us hung out in his garage, looked at the pictures, and talked about sex as we smoked cigarettes.
Although I was a geek, and not getting any action, I was a normal young man sexually speaking. Physically, I only got the average six inches, but to me it seemed gigantic. I was really proud of it. I was pretty horny too, above average, you could say. Up to that point, I never thought about my sister in a sexual way, though.
One day I was with Larry and Bryan when my sister Gina came over on her bike. When she left, the two guys started talking about what they wanted to do with her. Bryan said he wanted to run the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. Larry said he would like to have those soft pretty lips wrapped around his crank while she looked up at him with those big innocent eyes, and how he wanted to feel his balls tapping against her chin. This kind of talk was enough to get me hard in those days. It also caused me to start looking at Gina in a non-brotherly way.
When my sister got ready for bed she usually wore a very short nightie with a bra and panties. She would sometimes walk around in these nightclothes before bedtime. I would admire her shapely legs. Sometimes when she sat down, the gown and the panties would hike way up.
I could see all of her thighs and part of her ass. When she stood in front of a light you could see through the fabric, which was almost as good as seeing her in her underwear, which I sometimes would see when she walked between her bedroom and the bath.
Sometimes, she would wear nightclothes which were a lot less revealing. These were shifts, which went down to a little below her knees, and had a fairly high neck. The nice thing about these was that she didn't wear a bra underneath. Her tits stood firm, but would bounce and swing when she moved. I found out that she wasn't wearing any panties either, when one day she changed without closing her door completely. She put the shift on first and then removed everything else from underneath, including her bra and panties. It drove me totally crazy when she didn't put anything on underneath afterwards.
Gina graduated high school when I was finished with my sophomore year. She got a scholarship to Ohio State, but our dad would not let her go away to stay in the dorms, because this would effectively make her some kind of a slut, and destroy her value on the marriage market. He insisted that he trusted her completely, just not the boys.
So Gina attended a small local Catholic all girl college that she could drive to instead, and continued living the life of a nun at home. By my senior year in high school, I was eighteen, with all the hormones that went with it, and a bit of a pervert, I admit.
Nasty as I had become, my sister was still every bit as innocent as she looked. She would hear dirty jokes at school and not "get" them. She would sometimes ask me to explain them if she didn't realize it was sexual in nature. One joke involved 'getting hard' or "being hard" and she didn't know what that meant. When I told her that it meant that a man's private part was hard she said, "Why would it be hard?" I told her to go ask Mom.
The thought popped into my head of showing her my hard-on, which I already told you I was very proud of. It would have to be some kind of accident, of course. I now had the fantasy of her staring at my huge erection with wonderment. This thought was very exciting to me, because I knew she had never seen one before. She had seen me naked when I was little of course, but not since I had grown.
The images of what those nasty boys were saying they would like to do to Gina would play over and over in my head, along with fantasies of her admiring my stiff cock.
"You know your sister has a really nice pussy." Bryan would often say.
"We never heard that before," I replied sarcastically one day. "And how you would know anyway?"
"I can tell," he insisted.
I never told Gina any of this of course and this bothered me, for some reason. One time I told her that Bryan and Larry thought she was fine and wanted to make out with her.
"They can kiss my feet," she said.
On the weekends I would stay in bed later than anyone in the house, spanking the monkey, as you might have guessed, and Gina would be the one to come up and wake me up for breakfast. This was a good way for the "accident" to happen, I thought.
