She sighed. “It’s not like I’ve got a lot of choices, Travis. They’re not beating the door down coming for me.” I felt her tighten up. “Even Kyle, that asshole, he didn’t want me. It was a bet. A stupid bet.”
“A bet?”
“Yeah. Last day of classes, we were at his house with a bunch of friends. He took me upstairs and fucked me. When he was done, he got up laughing, and his friends were there taking pictures. ‘Now do you believe me?’ he said. They just left me there, and I heard him saying they each owed him ten bucks. That’s all I was. A stupid bet, and now they have pictures.”
“Fuck, Teri! You should have told me!”
“Why? So you could get in a fight? It’s over. I went downstairs, and he had his old girlfriend in his lap. He told me that Derek wouldn’t mind throwing me a fuck. I ran out with them laughing at me and walked home.”
“God, sis, I’m so sorry. I wish you’d said something. You should have at least called. I would have come and picked you up.”
She shook her head. “I had to get out of there. I couldn’t stand the way they laughed at me. I was so stupid, thinking someone like him would want me.”
“Bullshit, Teri. That’s not stupid. Any guy should be happy to have you for a girlfriend. You’re smart and pretty, and the nicest person I know. He’s just an ass. You could do so much better.”
“Right,” she mumbled. “I’ve turned down so many guys. Let me think a moment . . . there were, oh yeah, ZERO!” she snapped.
“Listen, it’s almost over. High-school’s nearly done, just one more semester. You’re going to college, and it’s a fresh start. You’ll meet a great guy. I know you will.”
She sighed, leaning against me. “You’re a nice guy Travis. I know you mean well. I think you forget sometimes,” she said softly.
“Forget? Forget what?”
She sat up, and before I could stop her she was wriggling out of her sweatpants, pushing them down to her ankles. She leaned back pointing to the scars on her thighs. Even all these years later, they were ugly, discolored, long and thick. There was only one on her right leg, but the left leg was bad. “I’m hideous, Travis. And it’s never going to go away. What guy is going to want me, when he sees this?”
I felt bad for her. I touched the worst of the scars, running my fingers down it. “Does it still hurt?” I asked.
“No. My leg aches sometimes, and my hip gets sore, but the scars don’t hurt, they’re just so damn ugly.”
The one on the inside of her thigh didn’t look as bad but it ran all the way up to her panties. It made me wonder. “Is, uh, are you, does your scar go all the way up?” I asked.
“Is my pussy scarred? Is that what you’re asking?”
Hell I didn’t know what I was asking. It looked bad, I had to admit. Maybe it really was a problem if she had scars there.
When I didn’t respond, she shook her head. “No, only one of them goes past the top of my leg.” She pulled the side of her panties down, and I saw it tracked up her skin an inch away and parallel to her little field of hair, ending a bit below her bikini line. I don’t know why I did it, but I ran my finger along it. “Does this one hurt?”
She shook her head, and I saw her hand was trembling where she had pulled her panties down.
I felt bad for her, and rubbed her sad scars. Then I did something stupid. I grabbed the sides of her panties and started tugging them down. She didn’t stop me, but her hand dropped on top of mine, holding it, but not interfering. “What are you doing, Travis?” she whispered.
“Hush, Teri. Let me do this.”
She let go of my hand, and I soon had the bottom half of her body naked. I stroked the insides of her thighs softly. “Lie back now. Lie back and close your eyes.”
“What-”
“Shh. Trust me. I love you, Teri, and I want you to trust me. Can you do that for me?”
She slowly leaned backward, and I wedged one of the throw pillows behind her. Then I adjusted her in my lap.
“Relax now. I want you to try to relax completely.”
I knew that would be a difficult task, but I stroked her skin softly. I felt her jump a little, when my hand brushed between her legs before reaching her pubic hair. I scratched there gently. “You’ve got really soft hair, sis.”
She wiggled a little, and I started caressing her skin again. “Don’t get scared, alright? I’m going to touch you. I’m going to touch you the way a boyfriend should touch you. I won’t hurt you. If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me, alright?”
She whimpered a little as my fingers tentatively stroked along her pussy lips, barely caressing them.
“Travis-”
“Trust me, Teri, alright?”
She nodded slowly a few seconds later, and I felt her start to relax. I ran my left hand over her upper body, soft, caressing, while my right hand touched and teased, skimming her bare flesh, breezing across her pussy, running slow gentle circles around her clit. It was a torturous foreplay that Rachel had shown me, something to do when she was tied up and helpless. It drove her crazy. I was hoping for similar results from my sister.
It took a long time to get any results from her. It felt good to see her nipples harden when I played with her tits a while. I was gently opening her up, separating her lips, teasing along their length. She was dry, her skin seemed to stick together. Nothing like Rachel or Courtney, either of which would have been soaked after ten minutes of teasing.
I concentrated more around her clit, indirect contact, worrying one side of it, round and round, alternating a softer touch with something more direct. I licked my fingers frequently keeping them moist. Then I thought about what Rachel said, and tried to get Teri involved mentally.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she muttered.
“C’mon, what? Do you hate it? Does it feel OK?”
She blushed. “I’m doing what Mom said, alright? Thinking about the beach, the hot sun.”
“Forget about what Mom said. Just for a while, alright? I want you to think about my touch, and tell me when anything feels good, or anything feels uncomfortable.”
I leaned toward her head. “Your nipples are hard.”
She shivered. “This is bad, Travis. What if Mom saw us?”
“Is it worse than what you and Mom do?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“I’m your brother. I’m not going to have sex with you, Teri. This is not about that. I’m trying to show you what girls like. You need to relax, and let yourself enjoy it.”
“It’s naughty,” she breathed.
“It is. Sex is naughty. It’s fun too.” I brushed my lips across hers. “Relax for me. Do you like it when I touch you like this?” I asked, caressing the inside of her thigh.
“Yeah.”
“Like this?” I asked, letting my fingertips trace their way along the length of her pussy.
“That’s dirty,” she whispered.
“Very dirty. You have a pretty little pussy. Does it feel good?”
“MmmHmm,” she purred.
I was leaning sideways, watching her face, looking for her reactions. I brought my fingers to my mouth to wet them, then stopped, and put them to her lips. “Suck,” I whispered.
She opened her mouth, and sucked on my fingers for a second. “Good girl,” I told her, then went back to petting her pussy, teasing her open. I brought my fingers back to her mouth a few times, then saw her skin was flushing.
“How’s this?” I asked, rubbing circles around her clit.
“Nice,” she said.
“This side?” I asked, before rubbing the other side, “Or this?”
“Both, both,” she answered, her breath shallow.
I kissed her again, a little longer, tracing her lips with my tongue, before putting my fingertips inside her mouth. “Make them nice and wet, baby,” I told her.
She sucked like a woman determined, her tongue wrapping around my fingers, and then I went back down below, and inched them inside of her. “Damn, sis. You’ve got a tight little pussy. So damn sexy.”
She whimpered softly, as I worked them in. “Hurt?”
“No.”
“Can I kiss you for real?” I asked.