It is unfortunate that more boys don't have a big sister like I had to help them through puberty. I mean that's a tough time for everyone. But I had my sister and am I ever grateful I did.
We have always been close even though she is three years older than me. There were some rough times in our relationship when she was between 12 and 14 but even then, I sensed that she really would come through in a pinch, if it came to that. So by the time I was 12 and beginning to grow in all sorts of ways that I hadn't expected, Jo was there to help out.
You see, Jo had a way of getting me to talk about whatever was troubling me. Even when I felt embarrassed, she would be able to throw her arm around me and after beating around the bush, I would finally tell her the problem. What made it impossible for me to hide anything from her was that she was always so open with me. She would not only tell me everything that was bothering her but she also seemed to have absolutely no modesty around me. I mean, I was in her room once talking about some of the things happening around school when she began changing her clothes. I was certainly aware this was just my sister but I was also aware that most of my friends would have given anything to witness the show I got during the next few minutes. Keeping up her side of the conversation, she proceeded to strip down to her bra and panties. I had seen her this way many times so I wasn't particularly shocked. But she continued to undress, slipping off her bra and tossing it on the bed.
"Come on in." I greeted my niece and nephew, "I've just put the kettle on, and you go and unpack while I make us all a cup of tea."
"Coffee for me please." Martin grinned.
"And me." Tina added.
"Coffee it is then." I replied.
Martin and Tina took their bags upstairs while I headed for the kitchen to make the coffee. As I waited for the coffee to percolate I wondered what the kids and I could do for the next two weeks that they would be visiting me; I had the same problem every year, what to do. Mind you I had always enjoyed the annual two-week visit of my big sister's kids, especially after my own marriage had broken up; they had cheered me up no end. Martin had now turned nineteen, his sister was eighteen, and growing more beautiful each time I saw her.
What I liked most about the kids was that they seemed to think nothing of the age gap between us, their attitude made me feel like a twenty year old instead of a woman of thirty-eight. The kettle clicked off and I busied myself with making coffee, I could hear the kids moving about upstairs and took the steaming cups into the living room with a smile on my face. A few minutes later they came into the living room; for some reason Tina's face seemed a little flushed and I hoped that she was not coming down with a cold.
Mary arrived home a little earlier than usual. Her last class had ended by a fire drill so Mary and her best friend Jill slipped away rather than going back inside the school. They went their seperate ways.
When Mary went upstairs she saw that her brother Roger's bedroom door was closed. She stopped outside the door and listened closely. She heard strange sounds coming from her brother so she assumed, correctly, that the sixteen year old was masturbating. Mary smiled as she ran her fingers along the crotch of her pants making herself feel so nice.
She made another assumption that her brother probably hurried home from school to have a good wank before she came home. Her plan was hatched at that moment. She left the house to walk around the neighborhood killing time while she finished planning on just how to catch her brother with his pants down.
It was one of the worst snowstorms ever to hit Kingston. The snow was up to the window sills and all the roads were closed so I could not possibly make it to my classes at high school.
When Dad divorced Mom, he received the family residence, and Mom took two small rental houses. She rented one out, while she and I lived in the other. Our house had all electric heat and no facility for burning wood. With the electric power off because of the snowstorm, the house temperature went down to fifteen degrees. My teeth were chattering so loudly that they sounded like a machine gun.
Mom pulled the electric blanket off of her bed and dug a feather bedcover out of the closet. After she put it on her bed, she suggested that I crawl in the bed with her as I probably would be too cold alone in my own bed. In as much as we had gotten up only to observe the snow, neither of us were dressed. I threw my bath robe on Mom's bed and climbed under the feather bedcover with her. My teeth stopped chattering once I became warm, and I soon drifted off to sleep. When I was awaken by a wonderful feeling. As I became fully aware of my surroundings, I felt my mother's warm hand inside my pajamas, fondling my hard cock.
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