lil sis

When I was younger, I thought I was seven when Chloe was born. But then when we were older and I did the math, I realized I'd actually only just turned six. But I remember going to the hospital to visit mom, and seeing her for the first time. She was small and pink and kinda gross looking, but I was so excited to have a sister. No offence to my brother, but a sister was what I really wanted. I don't really know why, perhaps I just wanted someone to look after.

Chloe was the cutest little girl. When she was about two, she already had a little mop of curly red hair. My mom is a redhead so it wasn't too strange, although the rest of us (me, my brother Colin and my dad) all have blond hair. People would always stop us on the street and comment about how cute Chloe was.

By the time she was four or five she was kind of a princess, maybe because everyone was always telling her how beautiful she was. She was not above batting her eyes and pouting to get what she wanted, even with Colin and I. Colin, maybe because he was a bit younger, hated this. He hardly ever did what she wanted. But by that time I was about ten, and I was totally under Chloe's spell. I helped her bake cookies, played with her, even pretended to be a pony so she could ride me around the house.

Then when Chloe was about six, things began to change. Or I guess I changed. I hit puberty. Suddenly, girls were exciting in a way I'd never thought about before. My birthday is in May, and right around when I turned 12, it seemed like every girl in the world was wearing shorts or revealing tops. Mom took me shopping at the mall to get some summer clothes right after my birthday and there were girls at the mall in bikini tops! I could hardly stand it.

Of course, even though I wasn't fully developed yet, I was getting hard all the time. And it didn't stop when I got home from school. Nope, I had started to notice Chloe as a girl as well. She was younger than anyone else I was attracted to, but she was special for a few reasons.

First, I saw her every day. And that meant I saw her in all kinds of states. It wasn't uncommon for her to run around naked after a bath, or when she was getting ready for a swimming lesson and couldn't find her favourite bathing suit. She didn't like pajamas, instead preferring nightgowns with a pair of panties underneath, so often in the evenings I'd be treated to a view up her nightgown as she sat on the couch or in the kitchen having a snack. And now when that happened, I could feel my cock get hard immediately.

Second, she was my sister. Whereas no girl outside my home had touched me in any kind of way, at least not yet, Chloe was always bouncing around and hugging me and rubbing her little body against mine. I was convinced that a part of her knew what effect this had on me. There were times when I saw her looking at my hardon after she had been sitting on my lap or rubbing up against me. But she didn't say anything about it.

Finally, as a young girl she was in that kind of place where she hadn't yet realized what her body could do to people. Like I said, she was younger than anyone else I found attractive, but she still had lovely soft skin and was starting to get more shapely legs as well. One time she was running around to get into the bath, and I saw her bend over the bathtub to slide in like a mermaid. Her smooth little pussy was visible between her legs and it looked incredibly inviting. I had to run to my room and jerk off right away.

Like most teenage boys, jerking off had become my number one pastime. Luckily, I had my own room. When Chloe was born, my parents had decided we should move, and had found a good deal on a four bedroom house. That meant each of us got our own room, which hadn't really mattered much when Chloe was a baby, but was now a big help for everyone's sanity. It also gave me a lot of privacy. I was in the habit of jerking off at least three or four times every day, usually more at weekends.

As Chloe got older, she got more and more beautiful. I got into the habit of engineering situations so that I would see her naked or dressing. Whenever it was bath time I would offer to watch her, and revel in the sight of her tiny pussy and her gorgeous tight little butt. If we went to the pool I paid her special attention, throwing her in the air and grabbing her as often as I could. And in the family change room, my eyes were always glued to her as she wriggled out of her wet bathing suit. She had started wearing bikinis, and I think loved the extra gazes she got from me and other boys even with her flat chest. She had the ass to attract stares even without tits, and she already knew it, although I'm sure she had no idea what the boys really wanted to do to her.

I would help out with the laundry so that I could see her panties and little bathing suits. After a while, that wasn't enough and I would sometimes steal them, smell them and rub them on my dick while I jerked off. Then that evolved into my cumming in her panties and sneaking them back into the laundry. Sometimes I would even lick on the crotch so I could taste her young pussy.

I could argue that all of this was relatively harmless. She was still young and I hadn't actually touched her inappropriately. But when she was 8 was when I first crossed the line. I would have been 14, and was babysitting my siblings while our parents went out on a date. As the oldest, I was in charge of making sure everyone ate their dinner, bathed, and went to bed. I was already excited about bathing Chloe and putting her to bed before dinner was even on the table.

Mom had made dinner before they left, so my first task was to supervise my siblings while they ate. I instructed both of them to finish their food, including vegetables. As usual, Colin complained about this, although as an 11 year old he really shouldn't have. Chloe said she didn't want to finish her spinach, and gave me her beautiful pouty smile.

"Please Lukey? I just hate spinach." She always called me Lukey instead of Lucas when she wanted something.

When I acquiesced, Colin protested loudly. "Why doesn't she have to eat her veggies? You're stupid," he said to Chloe.

Chloe immediately burst into tears, which I suspected she could do on command, and I sent Colin away to have his bath while I comforted her. Comforting Chloe was kind of a ritual we had. And I would have said it was totally innocent on her part, but when I thought back about it later, I recalled that she almost never did it when mom or dad were close by.

First, she would fling herself onto me, usually grabbing me by the neck and pressing her body against mine. Then she would bury her head against my neck, and since she was usually crying when this happened, I would often have a wet patch on my neck pretty quickly. If I was standing, she would just hang around my neck like a pretty little monkey, and after a minute or so of this I would have to sit down. She wasn't heavy at all, but I wasn't fully grown, and having anyone hanging around your neck can get painful pretty quick. The next step was for her to hop into my lap. She would rock back and forth while she did this, which by itself maybe would have been pretty innocent. But she always seemed to position herself so that her little butt was right on top of my cock. As she hung around my neck, her crying would slow down as she rocked back and forth, basically grinding on my cock. When she had stopped crying, she would kiss me on the lips and tell me she loved me, then hop off my lap, almost always leaving me achingly hard.

As a teenager, I had always told myself she didn't know what she was doing. But later, I thought differently. There was no way she couldn't have felt my hard cock poking her tiny little ass when she did this. And yeah maybe she didn't know what that meant. Maybe.

This night was no different. Chloe hung around my neck, bawling, and I sat down on the couch. She nuzzled against me, rocking her tight ass against my cock and making little whimpering noises. After a couple of minutes, she stopped crying and kissed me, then scampered off upstairs. My cock was throbbing, and I wondered if I would have time to go jerk off. But then Chloe yelled that she wanted me to come and pour her bath for her. I sat for a minute or two, until my erection had subsided to a less noticeable level. Then I went upstairs to pour the bath.

Chloe loved bubble baths. She would sit and play with the bubbles, making bubble beards or blowing them across the room. The only downside for me if I was supervising was that it hid her little body until she got out of the tub. Then one time I realized if she used soap instead of body wash, it made the bubbles vanish. Genius! Whenever she had a bath, I would hand her the soap once she had played in the bubbles for a few minutes. Then I would gaze at her little pussy while she washed herself, or sometimes while I washed her. If I was real lucky, she would pretend to be a mermaid and stick her butt up in the air while she 'swam', giving me an eyeful of her young holes.

Once I was done pouring her bath, I called for Chloe, who bounced into the room, stripped off her clothes within about two seconds, and practically jumped into the bath. One good thing about seeing her in the bath, I was usually kneeling down next to it, so my hardon was hidden. Chloe had recently started doing what she called 'fancy hair', which meant she would get her hair wet, then toss it like she was in a shampoo commercial. This would inevitably get water everywhere. But it would also make me think about how, in a few years, she would have little tits that would jiggle as she did this.

Today was a little different though. "I'm gonna wash my hair an do my fancy hair," Chloe announced. She had already played with her bubbles and soaped herself, and was now sitting in the bath, her feet together and her legs bent like a frog. Her hair had a slight wave to it, but when wet was longer, straight and a darker red than usual. She dipped her head back into the water to get her hair wet. Then she stood up. This wasn't something she usually did except when it was time to get out of the bath. When it was time to leave, I would always grab the towel and hold it out when she stood up. Today though, she stood right in front of me. Her wet hair streamed water, but more importantly her little preteen pussy was right in front of my eyes. It was so small, really just a narrow line dividing her plump little nether lips. I wasn't an expert on female anatomy, but I knew older girls had more open, pink pussies, and I wondered when her little flower would open.

Chloe stood there and soaped her hair, then lay back down to rinse off. She stood up again after that, and I continued to gaze at her. "Time to get out," Chloe announced. How long had I been staring at her naked body? I honestly wasn't even sure. It might have been a few seconds or a full minute.

I grabbed the towel and held it up as I normally did while Chloe got out of the bath. Then I wrapped it around her and squeezed her tight. My hand ended up under the towel, right on her round, naked, wet little ass. Holy shit my cock felt like it was about ready to explode.

"Ok go get ready for bed while I clean up," I said. Chloe giggled and dashed out of the room in her towel. Just for a moment as she ran off, her towel opened and I got a flash of one little butt cheek.

I sat for a bit on the floor, my cock aching. I so wanted to jerk myself off, but our bathroom door didn't have a lock and besides, Chloe would be whining for me if I didn't give her attention within a minute or two. I took some deep breaths and headed to Chloe's room.

Chloe was already tucked into bed when I came in. "You're all ready for bed?" I said. "Good girl."

"Uh huh," said Chloe. She grinned at me mischievously.

"Are you sure you're all ready for bed?" I said suspiciously. I knew she was playing some sort of game so I played up my suspicious voice.

"Yes Lukey I'm ready for bed," she said seriously.

"I think you're fibbing," I said. "If you're fibbing I'm gonna tickle you!"

"I'm not fibbing," said Chloe in a tone that meant 'I'm definitely fibbing'.

I stood up and looked down at her. Then I tugged off the covers. Underneath, Chloe was totally naked. I swallowed.

"Hehe, I wasn't really ready for bed!" She said, as if she'd completed some grand deception.

"Well then you know what that means," I replied. "Tickles!"

I reached down and tickled her under her arms. Chloe squealed and tried to pull the covers over her again, but I was quicker and threw the blanket onto the floor. Chloe squealed again, and leapt off the bed. Soon I was chasing her around the room, tickling her pretty little naked body. I tickled her thighs and the backs of her legs, and her neck and under her arms. And every bit of her was exposed to me. My God, how I wanted to just stroke between her legs and touch that tight slit or her ass crack. Chloe started to tickle me back, lunging for my neck. I'm not that ticklish, so when that didn't work she tried to jump up and tickle my armpits. She fell onto the floor in front of me, her little butt right there and her bum hole pointing up at me. I'll never get soft again, I thought.

Thankfully, tripping over was enough and Chloe was done. Or at least, done tickling. She was still in a cheeky mood though. When I grabbed a nightie from her drawer and threw it at her, she giggled once again.

"I need underwears as well! I can't sleep without underwears on, silly."

I gulped. I was about to go into my sister's panties while she watched. The same panties that I'd wrapped around my cock, that I'd sniffed and jerked my cum into many times. I breathed out slowly. I just needed to get through the next few minutes, I told myself. And then I would go to my room, close the door and release the biggest load of all time.

I opened the panties drawer. I'd only ever taken her panties from the floor or laundry hamper, I'd never seen them all together, neat and clean. Well, clean. Chloe's drawers were an absolute mess. I pulled out a baby blue pair with little yellow birds on them. They were the last pair of her panties that I'd jerked off into. I remembered it very clearly, because mom was on the phone, and I'd actually put them in my pocket, dashed to the bathroom, filled the panties with cum, put them back in the laundry and got the washer running before mom even hung up the phone.

I tossed the panties to Chloe. She sighed, as if putting on panties was the world's most tiresome chore, and tugged them on. She did this by lying on her back, putting the panties over her ankles, and then sticking her legs straight up in the air as she pulled them up (well, down). Once again, I was treated to a little view of her tiny pussy.

I somehow made it through reading Chloe a story, by which time my cock had subsided. It twitched again as she kissed me goodnight on the lips though, and for a moment a crazy part of me wanted to stick my tongue in her mouth. I was about ready to dash off to my room and whip my cock out when Colin started calling for me. I groaned.

Colin had dropped his book down the back of the bed, and we had to move the stupid thing to get the book back. He was upset about this and I stayed for a while talking to him until he was ready to go to sleep.

By the time I closed Colin's bedroom door, I was pretty beat. But damn did I still need to jerk off. I turned to head to my room, and then I got a wicked idea. And I mean straight up wicked, like 'let's gang fuck the babysitter' wicked, not 'let's eat a whole tub of mint chip ice cream' wicked. But there was nobody around to tell me not to do it.