When I was a kid, my cousin Charlie came over one weekend. I was 13, and he was 15. We spent the night downstairs in my bedroom, and ended up talking about a lot of sex stuff. He knew more about it than anyone I'd ever talked to. My brother at the time was the same age as he was, but he wouldn't talk to me about it. I learned from listening to my folks talk, reading magazines, stealing my dads Playboy magazines, and just listening to older friends brothers and sisters talk. That weekend was the first and only time I've ever been that close to a naked guy, and anywhere remotely involved in anything considered "gay". I have no interest in guys, no curiosity of being with a guy, letting a guy do anything to me, or even trying to do anything. Nothing against guys that are into it. Just not for me. I like chicks too much, and I absolutely love fucking.

After Charlie and I talked about sex, and he went as far as showing me how to jerk off, explained sperm, ejaculation and things like that, I don't know what it was, but my hormones went crazy. He told me he had sex the first time about 6 months earlier, and it felt better than anything he'd ever done in his life. The way he talked about it, I believed it. And for whatever reason, I don't know why, I just couldn't stop. Now this might sound really sick and fucked up twisted, but my little sister at the time was 12. And I did everything I could, teasing her, making comments, trying to use Charlie told me to lead her into a conversation. I couldn't make it work until one night when we were at the house. My parents had a bedroom all the way upstairs, a converted attic. So you had to go up the basement stairs, on the main floor, and then up another flight to the attic to even get to their room. I can't tell you how many times they'd go to bed, and I'd be up late, without anyone ever coming to check on me. My sister and brother had their own rooms on the floor above.

One night, my sister came downstairs and we were talking. I did it again. I was trying to make comments, make remarks, and somehow convince her into doing "something" even though I didn't know what. And then she asked me. She wanted to know what it meant to ejaculate. And asked me about sperm. And asked me about sex. We ended up talking for about 45 minutes about it. And then she said to me she wanted to know what it was like. I said that it would happen when she got older. She asked me if I knew. And I said no. I told her that I was 13, and I hadn't done anything like that. I remember her looking at me, and asking me what if we did sex together. I didn't think about it at the time, her being my sister, but I said sure. She said she knew mom and dad were sleeping, and that our brother was asleep too, and figured that we could pretend to play around and be like a mom and dad. I didn't know any different.

Looking back? I don't know what it was. Hormones. Curious. Not sure what I was doing. Wanting to do something with someone after hearing Charlie tell me the glorious story about what he'd done. But I remember my sister taking off her pajama bottoms. And taking off her top. And I remember staring at her little boobs. She was standing there and said she didn't know what to do next. I told her I'd take off my clothes too, and we'd do what Charlie told me that girls and boys do when they are naked.

I remember telling her we had to get on my bed. And we were laying there, and I told her I think this is where we are supposed to kiss and stuff. We did. I felt it getting really hard, and I heard my sister say that she felt it poking her. I looked down and for as big as someone 13 can get, I'm assuming that's all it was.

I told her that what Charlie said, she was supposed to lay on her back, and spread her legs, and I was supposed to put my thing inside her. She said she didn't know how. I told her what I'd seen in some magazines, and how the guy was on top of the girl, and the girl just laid there and basically that's how it started. I remember being in between her legs, and pushing really hard. And her telling me that wasn't going in. And me pushing really hard again.

I remember a couple of minutes later, feeling it go up inside her. A little at a time. She kept laying there, saying she felt my thing inside her. And it was moving. I felt it keep pushing and I remember at that time, I got all the way on top of her, and I asked her how that felt. She said it was in her, and it felt kind of weird. I told her what I saw in a magazine, and what Charlie said, I was supposed to like move in and out, and my thing would go in and out of her. And she said she didn't know how that would be, but OK. I did that, and told her that Charlie said that when we got to doing what we would, that I would ejaculate, and that it was going to squirt in her. She said that sounded kind of gross, and she wasn't sure she wanted to do that. But i just said that's what people are supposed to do.

I remember doing it for a couple of minutes, and feeling something I'd never felt before, and all the sudden, I got all weirded out and shaking and I started squirting. I felt it shooting out of me, and I heard my sister say she could feel something all sticky all over her and like down there on her.

A couple minutes later, I moved off, and looked, and it was all wet and messy. I told her that was what Charlie said, that we had just made sex together, and after, we could get cleaned up and go to bed. Really weird looking back, because a couple of weeks later, she came to me and said that she liked what we'd done, and wanted to know if I'd do it again. I said yes.

We ended up from that point on, fooling around probably 8 or 9 times, until at some point, she heard something from someone, and they told her that brothers and sisters don't do that. She came to me, and said she can't do that, because we aren't allowed to, and if someone found out, we'd get in trouble.

I guess growing up back in the 80's, you learn shit you wouldn't expect.