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Bamp-bamp-bamp. Clang! Bamp-bamp, thunk!
I grabbed the basketball as it thudded off the backboard on the garage. A quick dribble back to the crack I called the foul line, a spinning jump shot... nothing but concrete.
"You're pitiful, Rich! You couldn't score with Betty and you can't even score on your own court."
It was Potsie, my friend from high school. Running up the driveway, he snatched the ball out of my hand and we started up a one-on-one. Potsie was even worse than me, usually, but he was right -- this weekend, I couldn't score at all.
I'd been going out with Betty for a couple of months by then, and as Potsie knew she hadn't let me do anything more than feel her tits through her sweater at the movies. She had good breasts, more than a handful, but even the best tits don't feel too great when they're strapped into the stiff, cone-shaped bras girls wore back then.
"So am I right, Rich? You didn't score last night?"
I snorted a laugh. "Score? Her dad was waiting on the porch when we got home. I didn't even get a kiss!"
"Hey, Richie, why are you still going out with that tease? You treat her better than most guys would, and she hasn't done a thing for you. Jeez, Rich, at this rate you'll still be a virgin when you get to college!"
"Yeah, well, you should talk, Potsie."
"Hey, don't forget Mary Sue Ferguson!"
"You were eight years old then and you didn't even know what a pussy was then! That doesn't count."
"We were naked and my dick was inside her. It counts." I let it drop; Potsie was real proud about being the first one of us to get any, and real sensitive about not having gotten even close since. I took advantage of his distraction, though, to drive around him for a easy lay-up -- which, of course, I missed.
"So, Rich, are you coming with us to Arnold's tonight?"
"Nah. I gotta watch Joanie. Mom and Dad went down to Chicago for the weekend for some cousin's wedding."
"Geez, tough break, Rich. Can't you just leave the brat alone and come over?"
I stopped dribbling long enough to catch my breath. "Hey, don't call her a brat, Potsie. She's a real nice kid. It's not her fault she's not old enough to stay by herself. I'm not gonna leave her alone. What if something happens to her?"
"What's gonna happen to her? She's gonna pass out from eating too many Oreos?"
A shrill shout came from the upstairs window. "Potsie Weber, I do not eat too much!"
I looked up. "Joanie, aren't you supposed to be studying your English? How long have you been listening?"
She smiled. Joanie was a cute kid, short dark hair, button nose, and a smile as bright as the neon signs at Arnold's. "Long enough," she giggled, and ducked back inside.
I was a little bit worried. Had she heard us talking about Betty? Joanie was usually pretty good about keeping secrets, but I'd never let her in on a secret that could get me in this much trouble with Mom and Dad. While I was thinking, Potsie grabbed the ball and tossed in an easy shot. The swish of the ball as it dropped through the hoop brought me back into the game. I did manage to sink a couple of baskets, but Potsie was beating me by a mile. Finally, I conceded; he went over to Ralph's while I went inside to take a shower.
When I got upstairs, Joanie was lying on her stomach in bed, a schoolbook propped open in front of her. Her feet were up in the air as she kicked her Mary Janes together absentmindedly. Her skirt had slipped down to her knees, but what I could see of her legs was still mostly covered by a pair of baggy white socks. She seemed lost in her reading; I figured if she wasn't teasing me that must mean she really hadn't heard about Betty.
I think I was still worried about it, though, because I jumped into the shower without even realizing I'd forgotten to bring in a change of clothes. I didn't remember until I got out and toweled down. I know I was trying to get into Betty's pants, but I was still young enough to be kinda shy about parading around almost naked, even in front of just my kid sister. But I didn't have much choice. I rummaged through the linen closet until I found the biggest towel we had and wrapped it around my waist. I didn't even trust knotting it; I held the ends up with both hands as I left the bathroom.
I had to go past Joanie's room to get to mine. When I looked in, she was still lying down, facing away from the door. I must've sighed in relief or something, because she looked up -- right into a mirror at her bedside that showed me marching past. I almost dropped the towel, but I held on and ran into my bedroom, quickly closing the door.
Once I got inside, I went over to my dresser to pull out some stuff, but I saw Betty's picture on the top. I got angry and sad and horny all at once. I dropped on top of my bed and just lay there for a couple of minutes, feeling sorry for myself. Then I started thinking about what I wanted to do to Betty, and I felt my cock starting to stiffen. I reached down and rubbed the bottom of the shaft softly. I know lots of guys have to use pictures or stuff to jack off, but I guess I always had a good imagination; just fantasizing was enough for me, most times. But the problem is that when you fantasize you can get really lost in it and not know what's going on around you.
I guess that's what happened, because I didn't hear the door opening or anything until I heard Joanie's voice.
"Whatcha doing, Richie?" She spoke softly, almost a whisper, but it was enough to startle me. I grabbed my cock with both hands to cover up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you." This was funny, my little sister trying to comfort me, her big brother. But it worked. My heart slowed down to a more normal beat as I looked across the bed.
Joanie was standing right at the edge, right by my feet. Her oval, freckled face was beaming down at me. She'd changed into a nightgown, one that must've been a hand-me- down because the material was worn pretty thin and the pink and blue embroidery around the collar was frayed a lot. It was transparent enough for me to make out the outline of her body. She was just starting to hit puberty then, I guess. There was only the slightest of hints of a curve to her waist. She didn't really have any breasts, but Mom had gotten her a training bra and she wore it all the time. I could see the white triangles through the gown.
I'd loosened my grip on my cock, and I suddenly realized it was rising up above my hands, standing stiff and straight. Joanie followed my eyes.
"Wow, Richie! You're big!"
I blushed, at first with pride. Then I remembered this was my baby sister! I was naked in front of her, and it was making my cock swell. Even as I thought about how terrible that was, my cock got bigger and harder. I couldn't figure it out. I'd never thought of Joanie THAT way; she was just a kid. OK, she wasn't really a kid anymore; I'd even wondered why Mom had bothered to make me stay and watch her that weekend. Joanie had already baby-sat herself for a couple of families on the block. And her face had lost all of its baby fat; she was obviously going to be a really pretty girl when she got older. Oh, heck, she was pretty now. Her lips were fuller than Betty's, and her brown eyes had this kinda sexy twinkle sometimes... God, I was doing it to myself, I thought. My cock was eight inches long now, bobbing a bit up and down like a skier waiting at the top of a jump.
As I looked up from my cock, I saw that Joanie was staring at it too. Her eyes were wide open and her pink tongue was peeking out between her lips, rubbing back and forth slowly. I saw a blush spread over her face when she realized I knew what she was looking at.
"Haven't you ever seen a boy's -- you know?"
"I saw Tommy Johnson's when we were six, but it didn't look anything like that," she whispered back. "It was small and stubby and it looked kinda soft. And he didn't have any hair... down there."
"Well, all boys are like that when they're kids. When we grow up, we get hair. And mine isn't always so big, it's just..." I stopped. What could I say? It's just that I got hot thinking about my baby sister? And what did I think I was doing, just lying there naked, anyway? I grabbed for the sheet to pull it over me, but Joanie held it back.
"No, don't. It's OK. If you're worried about me telling Mom and Dad, don't. I won't tell. Just like I won't tell about you and Bet... oops."
My cock quickly deflated. "You heard?""Yeah," she said shyly, ducking her head. "That's why I'm here." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "I heard what you said, and what Potsie said. I bet that Betty's a stuck-up girl like her little sister Tracy. I remember how long you worked on that poem you wrote for her last week -- and she didn't even say 'Thank you,' I bet... And I heard how you stuck up for me when Potsie called me a brat. That was really sweet, Richie."
As she finished, she looked up at me again. "Oh, Richie, your thing's so much smaller! Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no, it's..."
"It's Betty, isn't it? It's 'cause I reminded you about her." She paused and seemed to be making up her mind about something. "It wasn't right, what Betty did. When I heard about it, I wanted to do something to help. But I couldn't think of what, until I saw you running past my room." She reached a hand out tentatively. "Jenny Piccolo said guys like it if you touch their things. Can I touch yours?"
I stared at her. I couldn't believe this! My kid sister, the little girl I'd seen in diapers, wanted to touch my cock? I thought about it. She was really cute, and I was horny. But could I...? Even as I thought about it, my cock started to swell again.
"Oooh, I think you want me to," Joanie cooed. She softly encircled my rod with her right hand. The warm touch sent a shiver all the way up my spine and I let out a deep sigh.
"What do I do now, Richie?"
I should have told her to stop. I should have sent her out of the room and gotten dressed. I should have done a lot of things. But what I did was say, "That feels really good, Sis. Now move your hand up and down, real slow. Yeah. All the way up to the tip, and down. Mmmmmm."
I lay back on the bed as Joanie's small hand massaged my cock. I tried not to think about how I was corrupting my kid sister. Then... I felt a warm breath on the head of my dick, and it was engulfed in a hot, wet embrace.
"What?" I yelped, as I looked down to see my little sister swallowing my cock.
She slipped it out of her mouth. "Sssshh." She grinned. "This is something else I learned from Jenny Piccolo. She showed me on a banana. Am I doing it all right?"
With that, she swooped down onto my dick again and began to bob up and down on it, holding her lips in a tight "O" that sizzled up and down the rod while her tongue flicked out at the tip.
I had never even dared think about asking Betty to give me a blow job, and now Joanie... well, I was going to have to change the way I thought about her. Fast.
And faster. She picked up the rhythm, her dark hair flying as her head bounced up and down while her hand kept rubbing the rest of my cock. The bed was creaking and squeaking as I finally let out a loud groan. "Look out, Joanie! I'm commmmmmmmiiiinnnngggg!"
She pulled her head up just in time to get a jet of cum across her face. Her eyes flew open in surprise. When she flicked out her tongue and had a taste, though, she smiled and licked some more off. "Mmmm," she said, "it's as good as Jenny said."
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