I admit, I am somewhat surprised by those stories, including those that were not made up, where the boys, by hook or by crook, try to spy on the girls, and the girls on the boys. Perhaps, if they were raised like my sister and me, then there would be less unhealthy curiosity, and, ultimately, all sorts of crimes on this basis.

I lived with my sister and my parents in an old house, with warm water and a bathroom, which then was not for everyone.

Sister never neglected me, we played together. When my sister went to the second grade, she often began to pick me up from kindergarten in the evenings. Usually at five o'clock she came for me and we played before the arrival of the parents. So she did not consider me a burden.

Although she is four years older than me, we almost always bathe together. It never occurred to me that there could be something wrong in this. At least since the age of four, I remember well how we were splashing together in the bathroom. Consequently, the first time I remember this clearly, she was about eight.

At the call of mom, we ran into the bathroom, quickly undressed and jumped into the water. Mom used to wash our heads, help me wash and then leave. After that, my sister was home, and we splashed together for some time until we were expelled.

A little later, my sister began to wash me, not my mother. I also helped her - I rubbed my back with a washcloth, sometimes my tummy. We cleaned our feet and pisses ourselves.

When I was about six, my mother helped us wash our heads, and we started doing things ourselves.

Not when my sister washed my back and tummy, nor did I rub the same places with her, I did not feel any excitement. My sister has never been shy of me, and I have even less of her.

Even when after washing her back her little sister was setting her legs and starting to wash herself “there”, she did not turn away. At the same time, she put one foot on a sock, set her funny knees, bent her head, and washed off. At the same time, I continued my heels or knees.

I had almost no interest in the details of her body. Just when I was about six, and she was about ten, for the first time I notice her slit between my legs.

Big lips did not converge, as the girls I had seen in my kindergarten, and were at some distance. A hood hung between them. However, perhaps due to the fact that he pressed his panties all the time, he was some kind of flat, pale and, if you looked from the side, did not stick out. Several thin hairs sprouted over the hood, which may have awakened at least a little interest on my part.

Despite the appearance of these, barely noticeable hairs, both I and she still did not see our joint washing with something not natural. I did not even want to touch her pussy. Is that in the game, right there in the bathroom, when I tried to press it on her nose, then on her navel. So we portrayed the doorbell. We took turns or without any turn - touched each other, loudly saying “ting-ting!”. Once I, laughing, clicked on her "tail" in the puss, but my sister did not think to be offended.

My sister pisyun if she touched, then perhaps by accident when rubbing me with a washcloth or during our games.

If you think that with the appearance of the first pubic hair, the sisters began to wash us separately, then you are mistaken. This happened only two years later, when I was in the second grade, and she was 12.

Just because my mother was afraid of my reaction, if suddenly my sister started her period right in the bathroom. In addition, the two in the bathroom became cramped.

By the way, as my sister said, the first menstrual periods began in the bathroom! And it was soon after the "separation".

In the summer, we often lived in the country house of our grandmother, who also did not think that we should be shy of each other.

There we went to the bath even longer - until my sister turned 13.

At the cottage we had a wood between the cottages and the railway. We often played there with the guys.Sometimes we were there only together with my sister. In this case, my sister often wrote right in front of me, and I am with her. For example, it never even occurred to me to turn away when I wrote

At the same time it was natural, somehow by itself.

Sister also did not turn away when she was taking off her panties. In this case, we usually continued to chat and did not pay any attention to it at all.

With strangers, we never wrote, so do not think that all of the surrounding residents, including the children of summer residents in the district, were aware of our unfaithfulness.

However, some of the neighbors found out about the little shyness of the little sister. And it was like that.

One summer, when my sister was about 11 and I was about 7, I got a little unwell and stayed in the house. And the sister with the neighbors twin boys, who were nine years old, went to the forest. There they begged her to take off her panties. Sister, a little hesitating, complied with their request. Apparently she, like me, even though she knew that it was necessary to embarrass others, but considered this to be a very minor offense.

My sister lowered her panties to her knees, spread her legs and raised her dress. The boys, according to his sister, were simply stunned with happiness. They asked her to place her legs, and after he did, they began to examine her from all sides. One even poked his finger in the hole.

Since her bodies were not interesting to her, she didn’t ask them to take off her panties. Full of delight, gentlemen all evening they discussed what they saw that they did not remain unnoticed by their grandmother - Aunt Vera. Aunt Vera understood everything and, having slightly pressed her brothers, got to the truth. Aunt Vera told everything to our grandmother. She scolded her sister a little. Which, of course, is already noticed by me.

In the evening I asked my sister about the details of going to the forest and my sister described everything calmly and in detail. Up to what finger they poked around with, and how she felt at the same time.

But nothing else happened to the neighbors' children in the country or at the dacha. The twins, as far as I know, were ordered to be silent, and to their credit no one else learned about this story.

I only wrote when I was, and when my sister stopped, when I was 8 and she was 12. Again, this does not mean that we began to be ashamed of each other - this is accepted - that is the whole reason. It’s just that now we’ve barely moved away from each other or turned away.

Nothing erotic between us for a long time did not happen. But even here an event occurred that could rather be considered as an exception in our relations.

When I was 10, my sister was already full chest, she became more thoughtful. Apparently at that time new passions began to prevail. Neighboring children in all played in love. Sneaking kisses, walks in pairs - almost all the neighbors ryabyatshki passed through it.

But my sister did not have at least a temporary gentleman, despite the fact that relations with everyone were good. Perhaps, simply because my sister did not differ in height and was not higher than the same twins, younger by two years.

By the way, about her small stature. I remember how in the neighboring village we were once even mistaken for twins. And this, despite the big difference in age

So, somehow in her 14 years, we once again walked along the woods. As I said, by this time we did not write with each other and washed separately. However, we changed clothes at each other as always. I do not even remember whether we undressed during these years when dressing up to a goal or not. There was nothing unknown in her body for me.

We were walking along the copse, and my sister suddenly looked at me and, looking straight into her eyes, began to sit down. She raised her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat down. I did not expect this. There were very few hairs on her pussy.

She peed, but did not dress.

- Come here - she asked. I came close

- Sit down.

I sat down

- Wash your finger.

I did not understand how and why, but she showed me - raised her finger to her mouth and moistened. I did as well.

She took me by the brush and with a slight confident movement she lifted my fingers to the crevice.She began to caress her clitoris with my finger wetted with saliva. Soon I felt how this process began to grow. Soon, she accelerated the pace, and then removed her hand and sat on her ass, spreading her legs even wider.

She completely took off her panties, and told me to continue with even more speed. I continued to caress her finger in the rhythm she set. The sister closed her eyes, a slight convulsion of pleasure passed through her body.

When it was all over, she told her that it gave her great pleasure. Perhaps the first time I felt excited.

And yet my sister was not perceived by me as a sexual object. I just helped her get a secret pleasure - and that’s all. So do not talk about incest - here they do not smell.

We didn’t do anything else. I even do not know why.

There were no special secrets on this topic either. Once, when I was already 16, I was returning home from the exam, and she was running down the stairs. She winked mischievously, pulled me to her and said: And now I am a woman!

Of course, I was intrigued and in the evening I wanted to ask my sister for details. Soon the sister returned and told herself how she had lost her virginity in the morning. In all details.

After that, she had three more guys. Just for the third she married and moved to him.

Now I'm over 20. Is my sister ashamed of me now? I think no. We just have not been in a situation where it can be checked.

My sister has a son of six and a half years old and a daughter, who is four. When I recently dropped by her house, she was just washing her nephews. Of course together.