I was 16 years old. Like all pubescent boys, I had an extreme fascination with girls and their bodies. Cue one night, watching TV, when my older sister, 19 at the time, walks past the screen in just the right angle, the bright blue and brown light from that episode of Tom and Jerry complemented her complexion perfectly.

"Sis," I said, "you, uh, going on a date or something?" She always hung out with one of her boyfriends back then, and when she did, she prettied herself up with nice outfits and makeup. This particular night, she was stunning.

"Actually no," she said. "He broke up with me..." She showed me a text on her phone screen from the bastard. Her eyes were teary.

"I... I don't know what to say." Young boys don't know how to react to teen girl problems, but you're darn right if you say they try their best to ease them. "Your brother's here for you."

"Thanks..." She glanced at the TV screen. Tom had just stepped on a rake, which sprung up and smacked his face. Her expression lightened up a bit. "Say, little bro..."

"Yes?"

"You know what would make your sister happy?"

"No, what?"

"Come with me, I'll show you."

At this point, I knew what was coming. My poor, innocent heart was beating. She led me to her bedroom, which smelled faintly of vanilla. Probably one of her scented candles. I never really went in there often, only when Mom wanted me to get her up for breakfast during the summer. She plopped on her bed and patted beside herself.

"Sit with me." Her eyes were hungry.

"O-okay, sis..." I took a seat at her side.

"You know, I've seen what you look at on the computer when Mom and Dad aren't home... You should really learn to delete your history."

My face turned red. I mean, I did usually watch porn, sometimes even hentai, at least once a day, but I wasn't ready to mention it to my sister, of all people.

"Don't worry, it's fine. In fact, I'd like to show you that it's perfectly okay to be curious about girls' bodies."

"B-but you're my sister..."

"And I love you like a family member should. It's okay."

"Really?" My body was quivering with nervousness.

"Yes..." She suddenly wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. I couldn't breathe.

"Sis!" I gasped. "Too tight!"

Whether she heard me or not, she refused to let go. I felt her heart beating perfectly in sync with mine, and at a high pace. Her hand ran down my back and to my thigh. A wave of peace went through me. I guess this was it, I thought. I'm really doing this with my sister.

Her hand slid to my pants zipper and undid the fly. She knelt down and reached in. With a sudden shock and a clenching pain in my stomach, she crushed my balls in her hand.

"You sick pervert!" she cried. "That's what you get for peeping on your sister! Yeah, I saw you last night when I was showering, you sicko! Trying to sneak into the bathroom for a glimpse! This ain't Alabama! I'm your sister!"

I cried, throwing up on the bedside from the pain. She kicked me out of her room and told Mom, who grounded me. So the next day, I snuck out of the house and banged the guy who dumped her.