Sissy's Revenge Ch. 02

If you don't read chapter 1 you won't know why Sissy should seek revenge. This story takes time to develop but, shall we say, it builds to a climax?

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I was back home from university again, and home alone. Dad and Mum had gone on a 15 day cruise. Woohoo!. Sissy had got married. I had the house to myself. Sheer heaven. I had absolute freedom, to do nothing.

Sadly, I was between girlfriends, and hadn't yet got much beyond second base with girls anyway. Maybe it was my conditioning kicking in when I got close to losing my virginity, or worse, taking anyone else's. I would always pull back, leaving both parties dissatisfied.

Still, there were good books I could read, whilst immersing myself in loud music, like The Beatles, Stones and The Who. The neighbours could go hang if they complained. This was the mid Sixties after all. Pop music was meant to be played loudly.

I lounged on the sofa, relaxing. The throbbing music was making me horny and I pushed my hand down my shorts to fondle my swelling member. Then I heard a voice. Sissy! Shit, she had kept her key!

I hadn't seen her for nearly a year and was surprised at the transformation. Gone was the rock 'n roll flared dress and low heels. Now Sissy sported a tight miniskirt which showed most of her thighs, and white, knee-high plastic boots. Despite it being high summer she wore a shaggy, sleeveless, afghan jacket, and low cut sleeveless tee shirt underneath. As she stood in the middle of the living room, gesticulating and giving vent to her anger at Rob, her chest heaved and her obviously unrestrained breasts beneath the tee shirt wobbled. Her captive audience sat trying to look interested at her diatribe whilst in fact trying to imagine those 36D breasts uncovered.

She was having marital problems, she explained. Rob was a control freak and a bully and she had walked out on him. "I can use my old room; Mum and Dad wouldn't mind," she declared. She didn't ask whether or not I minded.

I couldn't believe it. My first night of yearned-for solitude, and Sissy turns up! She was twenty three and knew just how to boss me about. Sissy had always been aloof. We were never close. I had lusted after my older sister's body as any fertile adolescent boy would, but only in my dreams, and in the absence of any real experience.

Now she was back and taking over again. On that first evening, she cooked us a meal and sank the best part of a bottle of vodka she had brought with her, whilst confiding in me some of the horrors of married life. She had never admitted to Dad that he had been right about Rob, and would probably not have wanted to give Dad the satisfaction of knowing it had all gone sour. So she confided in me under the stricture that I never breathe a word. "Nothing I do or say ever leaves this room, OK?"

I nodded, more in fear than conspiratorially. Sissy could pack a punch if she wanted to and I would never hit a woman, even if she was my sister.

"You hear? What you hear in this room stays in this room," she demanded, menacingly, then continued. "If there's one thing that bastard Rob did for me, it was to teach me to stand up for myself and go for what I want – only he didn't intend me to pluck up the courage to walk out."

As her words became slurred and her sentences got progressively fragmented, she let slip that at least the sex was good. "Boy, what an education that was," she exclaimed.

Our protective Catholic upbringing had shielded us from the facts of life, so I guess Sissy had got a baptism of fire from Rob that she wasn't prepared for.

"How's your sex education coming?" she slurred, "Fucked anyone yet? Or are you still a virgin?"

I didn't answer; I was shocked at her new-found forwardness and her language. It was also a highly embarrassing subject because sex was never far from my thoughts. It had just not yet been consummated.

"I'm going to bed; you do the dishes," she ordered as she stumbled out of the room, leaving me to reflect on this very transformed and angry Sissy. The next few days were going to be hell.

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Next day was Saturday. Sissy hadn't stirred when I left for my summer vacation job. That evening, she had another meal ready. It was a warm evening so I dressed down in football shorts and tee shirt again and joined her for dinner.

"Sorry about last night. Too much to drink. Having a night out with the girls this evening. Have you anything planned?"

I was ashamed to admit that I hadn't.

"What's a nice boy like you doing stuck in the house when there's a world of women crying out for attention from someone they can respect in the morning?"

I wasn't sure whether that was meant to be compliment, ironic or sarcastic. I had no answer. Sissy went off to have a bath. I stretched out on the sofa with a good book and some Rubber Soul on the stereogram, turned up loud.

Sissy came in, with a towel wrapped around her body and another on her head like a turban; ironing board in hand. "Mind if I iron a dress?" she asked, rhetorically. She didn't care whether I minded or not. She set up the ironing board with a loud clatter in the middle of the room. She left but was soon back again with her chosen outfit for her night out with the girls and a handful of pots of nail varnish.

"Mind if I switch on the telly?".

I decided this question merited a reply. "Yes I do mind," I stated firmly, closely followed by "sorry, but I'm reading." Damn, that was a show of weakness, apologising when I had the moral high ground.

"Please yourself." She set about ironing, but soon got into the mood of the music, swaying her hips as she ironed. I was distracted from my book by her gyrations, and I couldn't help noticing glimpses of the backs of her upper thighs as she bent over the ironing board. There was an occasional hint of her lower butt cheeks too as the rear hem of her towel rose and fell to her dancing. We had never been close growing up and she had never been this informal in front of me before she left home to get married.

Her body transfixed me. She had often mentioned that she had a 36", 24", 36" figure – classic for the Sixties – with a 36D bust. She seemed neither overweight nor too thin, and every part of her body was in proportion – a quality I was for ever more to seek in other women.

I had to remind myself this was my older sister, and that it probably wasn't right to ogle her like this. Fair do when I caught a glimpse accidentally, but not like this.

She left the room with ironing board and freshly-pressed dress, to get ready to go out.

I relaxed back into the music but with a hard-on now. My big sister had reminded me of what I was missing, and now I couldn't concentrate on the music. Absent-mindedly, I stroked my erect member which was poking out of the left leg of my shorts.

"Can you come up here a minute!" Sissy's voice was commanding – not a request. She knew me well, and knew that I would follow her orders. That was they way we'd been brought up.

I hauled myself off the sofa and up the stairs. Sissy was on the landing outside her old bedroom, pushing vainly on the door which seemed to be firmly wedged shut. "It's the ironing board. It's fallen down against the door."

"What were you doing with it in the bedroom?" I enquired.

"Ironing my smalls," she replied tartly, "out of your prurient eyesight!"

Who irons their underwear? I mused to myself, but thought it best not to ask out loud. For a night out with the girls? Did she expect to get that lucky?

"Let me see," I said. Little brother shows his command of the situation in a crisis. Sissy was now just a helpless female needing a man's assistance.

Lying down in front of the barely ajar bedroom door I pushed my arm through the gap and felt around to investigate the situation. My hand immediately found a metal leg of the ironing board and I attempted to lift it up and away from the door. It rose but it wouldn't move away from the door. I guessed this was because of the rubber feet which were jammed against the wallpaper. I rolled over and looked up at Sissy standing above me, still in her bath towel, to explain the situation. I was involuntarily staring up her legs and into the dark void under her towel. She snorted and moved back away from my line of sight.

Fine! I'm only trying to help and Sissy makes me out to be a pervert!

Professing to be oblivious to her recent, compromising position, I sat up and explained the physics of the problem. Sissy didn't seem to understand and just moaned and wrung her hands together. "I shall be late. The girls will wonder where I am."

"Not to worry," I said reassuringly and headed downstairs to the shed to fetch suitable implements to lever the ironing board away from the other side of the bedroom door.

I came back with a long thin piece of timber and a broom stick. This would be a two-man job. I just hoped Sissy was 'man' enough for the task. (Ladies, grind your teeth if you will, but this was the Sixties, after all.)

I proposed that she should push the broom stick through the crack between the partially open door and the frame and lift the board away from the wall whilst I attempted to push it backwards. She stood and manoeuvred the broom stick whilst I lay on my belly and poked at it with the timber batten. Several times we managed to lift it, and moved it slightly before it fell back with a clang.

"Let me stretch and see if I can feel where it is now," I suggested and turned onto my back to thrust my arm as far as I could through the crack in the doorway. I found the unseen metal frame of the ironing board with my hand and lifted it upwards. It seemed to move a bit but the angle was so acute that I could not sustain its weight long enough. I tried again several times, all the time keeping up a commentary for Sissy on my progress.

Sissy got more involved with my trial of strength with each successive heave and moved in closer to listen for the sound of the movements the other side of the door. Now she was intensely interested. I looked up to see her straddling my prone body whilst she peered through the crack in the doorway which had now widened. Moreover, I could now see straight up her towel to her pussy. With an apt choice of words I suggested, "One more thrust, Sissy,"

I heaved with all my strength, she pushed with her broom handle, and there came a crashing sound from beyond the door as the ironing board finally capitulated. The door swung open, with Sissy leaning against it. She laughed almost hysterically with relief, pitched forward, and landed on her knees, across my upper arms. The shock of her fall must have temporarily stunned her because she seemed oblivious to me lying prone, facing upwards beneath her. In fact, her knees were pinning me down.

First thing, I felt pain in my arms. Second, I smelt her crotch land felt the warm heat of her loins suspended a few inches above my face. Sissy looked down at me. I looked up at her, or at any rate, what was staring me in the face. I thought she might scream or rage at me for ending up in this compromising position. She did neither. After a brief pause, she laughed, then rubbed her crotch up and down my face. She presumably wanted to see the expression on my face so stood up to inspect it from a distance. Somehow her body parted company with its towel – or did she deliberately let it fall away from her body?

I was stunned at what I now saw, my astonishment showing on my face.

Sissy stood towering above me now, naked but for the towel on her head.

For what seemed an eternity she studied my expression. I could only guess what she was thinking.

I made the first move. My hand moved down to touch my instant erection through the material of my shorts.

Sissy continued to regard me, perhaps sizing up the situation. I gazed up at her naked body straddling me at face level. For the first time, I looked up her torso to her magnificent breasts, rising and falling as she breathed quickly and continued to stare down at me. Was she angry, embarrassed, or turned on? I wasn't sure.

Finally she moved. Her eyes swept down my arm to my hand, then to the exposed tip of my erect penis pushing out below the hem of my shorts. She looked at it, then stepped backwards and placed a raised foot on my upper leg. Slowly and very deliberately, she stroked her big toe up my thigh towards the exposed tip of my penis. I too was breathing heavily now in anticipation of I knew not what, but it was definitely arousing. I wanted to seize my penis and stroke it vigorously to the accompaniment of the sexy display of Sissy's naked body towering above me, but I resisted for fear that Sissy would interrupt this erotic moment and cover herself.

Finally, Sissy spoke.

"So, little brother, you want to play games with Big Sis? Now it's my turn to look at yours."

Nothing was further from my mind than games with my big sister. I had no plans, nor desires other than an immediate one of enjoying her unanticipated nakedness. I stared up into Sissy's eyes trying to guess her thoughts. She quickly dropped to her knees, kneeling now on my lower legs, and reached for the waist band of my shorts. I realised what she was about to do. I could have stopped her. But I didn't want to. I didn't want this experience to end, despite the passing brutality of her knees on my upper arms.

"You know we can't fuck," she stated matter-of-factly, as she wrenched my shorts down my legs and off my feet. "But we can play. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I didn't answer, since the question didn't need a reply. We both knew what I wanted, but I was no clearer than before about Sissy's intentions.

She moved onto her haunches to release my arms so that she could yank off my tee shirt in h one deft movement. I helped by raising my arms; it also helped to restore their circulation. . Now I was lying naked on the landing staring up at Sissy who was squatting on her haunches, also naked, with my balls pressed hard up against her crotch, and my erect penis pointing upwards on her belly. This all felt to be happening far too quickly. Moments before I was seeing my big sister's private parts fully exposed and close up for the first time, and now she had her knees spread wide, pushing her exposed crotch against my straining member.

She pushed her body up and down, causing her pussy to rub up and down my shaft. I felt her warm wetness. I knew this was wrong. Brother and Sister shouldn't do this sort of thing, and I was also still a virgin. But my senses were reeling with the overwhelming overload of sensations of arousal and desire she was kindling in me, and I yielded happily and entirely to this moment.

Sissy stopped her movements and shifted down my body until her head was in line with my penis. I looked her fully in the eyes and she returned my gaze as she grasped my penis in her right hand and guided it into her mouth. I gasped with surprise as she pushed down my foreskin. It was tender, hardly used (abused?) and every touch of my engorged penis head felt a hundred times more intense than any sensation any other part of my body had sensed before.

Sissy gently sucked down on my shaft, staring intently into my eyes. She stopped and withdrew her mouth. "You see how pleasant the tongue can feel?" That was a clue.

With that, she dismounted and turned her body around to re-straddle me with her bottom directly above my face, soixante-neuf fashion. I felt like in a dream as I saw her spread pussy descend towards me and I stuck out my tongue instinctively, ready to connect with the advancing labial lips. I searched around with my tongue for the opening and eventually found it and licked along the edges. I was desperately searching my brain, recalling my biology lessons about the female vagina and clitoris. My tongue searched for Sissy's clit. As if sensing what I sought, she adjusted the position of her hips to guide my tongue into her Nirvana, then and pushed gently down against my face. My first real sexual encounter was not to be a furtive grope with an equally untutored teen as I had expected, but a full-on, advanced encounter with my vastly more experienced big sister's pussy!

I could hear Sissy moaning as she gently sucked and licked the head of my shaft. I wondered if she got off on sucking penises, but was soon put right on that score. She was enjoying my fumbling efforts. I pushed her bottom up a little to give myself room to breathe, then pushed first one finger then two into her pussy. I felt a bone under my finger inside her as I pushed into her. Theoretical biology this was not! She immediately released my penis, groaned louder and leant up on her hands to savour the sensations coursing through her body as I rapidly fingered her vagina. "Yes, yes," she cried as she began to rock back and forwards on her knees, thrusting against my fingers inside her. Then she gasped loudly several times and I felt her body shudder, and more wetness dripping around my fuck fingers . Then with a final sigh she collapsed forward to drop her face between my lower legs, her pussy facing me on my chest.

Clearly, I was a natural; no fumbling first encounter for me.

I lay there looking at her taut, spread bottom, my own orgasm unrequited. I eased myself backwards; out from under her prostrate form. I was disappointed not to have her pleasure reciprocated. Sissy rolled over onto her back and stretched out her legs. Was that to be it? I wanted more.

For a moment I took stock of this weird situation. We were lying naked on the upstairs landing carpet, Sissy prone on her belly, and me sitting up staring at her prone form. In the quiet of Sissy's post-orgasmic relaxation, I reminded myself that this was my big sister. How had I let this happen? In truth, I didn't remember orchestrating any of this.

Nevertheless, whilst Sissy recovered, I took the initiative and rolled her over, unprotesting, opnto her back. I knelt straddling either side of her hips. Her eyes were closed. I leant down and cupped a flaccid breast, cradling it up with my hands and caressing it. I dropped my head and sucked on the nipple, feeling it gently firm up in my mouth. Sissy opened her eyes and watched me. I moved to the other breast and did the same. My prize of fondling a breast was reward enough, but sensing her gaze, her acquiescence, aroused me all the more.

She sighed. Satisfied with her response, I moved my right hand down between her legs and found her pussy once again. Slowly, I stroked the edge of her mound with my forefinger. She leant up on her elbows to watch and thrust her hips upwards in encouragement. Taking this as consent and without considering the consequences, I grasped my still rigid penis and guided it towards her vagina. As I pressed the head against her opening she quickly jerked her body back and away from me. "No, little brother, you can't go in there."

She scrambled to her feet and looked down on me as I looked up searchingly at her.

"Follow me," she commanded.

She propelled me into the bathroom and gestured me to step into the bath. I watched her as she pulled the shower head out of its bracket and tested the warmth of the water. Her full breasts jiggled as she leant over the bath and tested the water. Satisfied, she put the shower back in its bracket and stepped into the bath in front of me and pulled the shower curtain closed. As the hot water gushed down on us Sissy pushed me down into a sitting position and straddled me. I stared up at her, puzzled.

"Watch me," she commanded. She massaged her breasts under the spray then soaped up and rinsed them to make them shine. Over and over again she massaged them and they flowed fluidly from side to side as she squished them with her palms.

Then she raised a foot onto the side of the bath against the tiled wall and opened her legs to show me a close-up of her pussy. Slowly at first, then more vigorously, she rubbed herself into another orgasm with one hand whilst the other worked on her breasts. I watched transfixed as the hand finally dropped from her breasts as she gasped and convulsed with her climax.