Giving My Little Sister a Massage
byaddieQ©
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The following story has extreme sexual content. All the characters depicted are at least 18 years old.
Message to the reader, as of Feb 2012 there has been some re-working of this story, I edited it a little and re-posted it here. This version is a little bit shorter.
A reader contacted me and asked if he could play editor and trim the story down a little. I happily agreed, and he later sent me the story you see posted below. This versions is pretty much the same, just edited down some. I need to say thank you to this mystery person, you know who you are.
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I was all alone in my room and I could hear my little sister and I could tell she was on the phone, I could hear her through the wall. She was in her room, right next to mine. I lying on my bed, listened to her voice - all hushed and muffled.
My sister's name is Crissy, and she can get really emotional. As her big brother, I'm careful about Crissy's privacy. It was impossible to hear much, so I wasn't able to listen closely, but I could tell that it was something serious. I didn't know what she was saying, but she had been talking on the phone for a long time. And it was getting pretty late. My guess was that she was probably talking to her friend Elizabeth, they talk together all the time.
My sister and I were all alone in the house. Mom and Dad were away for two weeks, and they trusted us to take care of ourselves. Both of us are really good kids, we don't have any desire for a party or staying out late. She's a little bookish and quiet compared to some of the other girls at school.
Crissy is just a little over a year younger than I am, and she's even though she's 18 years old, she's still in that awkward teenager phase. I feel like I know her really well, and sometimes she can get so nervous, and I try to be kind in a way that is supportive. We are really close and it's really nice, I really love her and I know she loves me.
It's funny, we are a lot the same. We are both just so emotional about stuff. Crissy is emotional about herself, she is insecure and vulnerable. And I'm emotional about wanting to help others, I sympathize in a way that can overwhelm me, I'm really concerned about others and their feelings.
Next month I'll finally be leaving the house and going away to college. This is after a whole year of taking classes and getting credits from the local community college right here in town. So these next few weeks are probably the last time we'll ever live in the house together. Moving away and being apart from her is something that makes me feel really sad.
Suddenly, I couldn't hear anything through the wall, the phone call must have ended. It was quiet for a few minutes. Then I heard my sister - and it sounded a little like she was crying, but I wasn't sure. I stayed still on my bed and listened. As her older brother, I feel so concerned for her. Then, I heard a muffled sob and realized my beautiful little sister was crying about something. Without any hesitation, I got up and quickly walked out of my room and into the hall.
I knocked on Crissy's door, and I heard her say, "Go away."
I said, "Crissy, it's me Michael, I'm your brother - and I'm not going to go away. I'm going to come in - please, let me help."
Then I opened her door. She was on her bed, lying on her stomach, sobbing into her pillow. She had on her normal sleeping outfit, a big oversized t-shirt and a pair of boy's cotton boxer shorts. I always thought that simple outfit made her look amazingly cute, especially the way her butt looked in those little shorts.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and said, "Oh Michael..."
Everybody calls me Mike, but Crissy called me Michael, and right then, she sounded emotional and sad.
I sat on the edge of bed right next to her and said, "Oh Baby, what's wrong?"
Crissy cried for a little bit and finally whispered, "I feel so awful."
I gently rubbed her back as she cried. Even though my sister is sort of tiny, her back is strong and wide from all her years on the swim team.
My little sister has straight red hair, and she always keeps it pulled back in a pony tail. She has these adorable freckles that I just love. She has big eyes and incredibly pale skin. All of this makes her look younger than she is, and I've always thought she was really cute. And her shy personality adds to her uniqueness in such a sweet way.
I encouraged her, "C'mon Crissy, it's okay. You can tell me."
"It was Elizabeth, she - she..."
I asked, "Were you on the phone with Elizabeth just now?"
"Yeah..."
"What happened, what did she say to you?"
"She was - I don't know - she said stuff that made me feel so - scared."
I could hear it in her voice, my vulnerable little sister was really upset. I want to comfort her, so climbed all the way on the bed, and sat next to her.
I asked, "I know you two are such close friends. What did she say?"
"I don't understand why I'm crying like this."
I could see how scared she was, so I moved closer and I put my arm around her.
I told her, "It's okay, don't worry."
She responded by immediately squirming toward me me and snuggling in close.
Crissy said, "This afternoon, after swim practice, Elizabeth and I were in the locker room showering. And she was acting really excited, and she told me she was going to call me tonight, she needed to tell me something."
Elizabeth and Crissy have been friends since they were little kids, and they've both swam on the school team together since they were freshmen. Elizabeth is sort of cute and perky and that's really different from my sister, who can be so serious.
My little sister went on, "When she called just now, she talked about her boyfriend, and what she's been doing with him..."
I kissed the top of her forehead and whispered, "It's okay, you can tell me..."
And then Crissy went on to explain what Elizabeth had told her, "She and her boyfriend are getting pretty serious, and - well, during the phone call, she explained everything that they did last night, and she was really explicit. She just went on and on and on..."
My little sister can get so emotional about simple things. I was surprised at how much it seemed to upset her. She is so sensitive and vulnerable, and I'm just so worried about her.
I asked if she was troubled hearing Elizabeth talk about intimate things.
She nervously replied, "No - Maybe - I'm not sure, maybe I am upset about the sex thing. I mean, it just seems SO scary to me. I'm just really worried about getting pregnant."
And then she went on. I sat and listened to my little sister, and I stroked her hair as she talked. She explained how frustrated she was with Elizabeth and how explicit she had been on the phone.
I whispered, "It's all okay."
Crissy looked at me with her big sad eyes and said, "You know I've never had a boyfriend - and I don't know if I ever will!"
"Oh c'mon, you're smart and pretty, any boy in the world would be lucky to......