My sister and I are one year apart but in the same grade; this quirk is the result of me having been held back one year. So we were both ready to graduate this year. One of the benefits of being in the same grade is that we are more or less taking the same classes and studying much of the same things, and so we have fallen into this tendency of studying at the same time in the evening at our dining room table instead of in each of our respective rooms.
Our parents are pretty conservative and very religious, and School is very important to them, and to us - just not quite as much. And they have tied our TV watching privileges to our school performance, including grades and spending time each evening at studies. Not that it’s a problem because we are both good students and neither of us are much into sports (she more than me). We aren’t what anyone would call popular, but we have friends and are not social misfits - we are totally normal, AND we get along really well for a brother and sister.
The last year has been interesting though, in that my sister Julie has caught up to the rest of the girls in the 'physical' department. She was slow developing compared to the other girls, and was always worried about being ‘flat chested.’ Sometimes she would even confide in me about it. But not this year, there was no doubt anymore as she filled right out and now had really nice full breasts. She was pretty proud about it and started wearing a little bit more show off clothes, though not too much. Like I said my parents were quite religious, and tended to be pretty strict about such things so they kept some tabs on her wardrobe. But she had found ways to rebel.
This evening we were doing math problems and had divided the assignments up (not exactly kosher but hey) and were working out each of our sets. We were sitting in the dining room like every other day, and our folks were right behind us watching TV. A normal evening. After about an hour and a half of study, my sister and I could watch some TV. One thing caught my eye this evening though that was unlike any other.
Julie was working away, her head down with her tongue poking in her cheek the way it does when she is studying. She had on a pretty tight little white shirt, and a loose red skirt. The shirt was ‘tight’ because she was basically growing out of it. But the deal is - she left the top TWO buttons undone tonight and the result was that the front of her top was pulling open and I could totally see her little lacy white bra, and even that would cup open a bit revealing just the edge of her soft white breast whenever she leaned forward. Cleavage and breast always catches my eye no matter what! At my age it’s like a visual magnet, and even if it was my sister, it was this perfect white soft breast swelling so round beneath this fine lacy fabric.
At first I didn’t really know where to look, and I really could not help myself from peeking. I was getting a mild woody - from my own sister! Pretty weird. At one point she looked up at me, caught my eye and smiled before looking back down at her work. Did she notice? I put my head down and kept trying to do the math - somehow it was harder now. I looked up again and she was leaning forward again, I could see all the way down her top this time so that she was exposed even below the bottom of her bra. I could see her whole breast wrapped in the thin fabric and a little bit of her belly. I even thought I could make out the swell of her nipple. Not much, but for me it was heaven. I was completely muddled now. She caught my eye again, and I went back to my figures. I kept my head down after that.
A moment later I noticed a small square white piece of paper sliding into my view. It was a note. I looked and could see my sisters hand pulling back to her books. She didn’t look at me at all. I looked back at my folks. They didn’t like us talking when we studied unless it was related to what we were doing, and Julie had never done THIS before. I took the note and turned it over. All it said was:
I went crimson. Busted! When I looked up at her, she was quietly giggling to herself, catching my eye again and smiling. Her button still undone, her lacy bra still visible, the swell of her breast in perfect view. But truthfully I was pretty mortified and stayed as focused on my homework as I could. After about another twenty minutes though, I began to think how she had noticed I was looking at her, at her breasts even, and still had not adjusted herself. I glanced again, she caught my eye again and smiled at me. She was still ‘exposed.’
I took the note she wrote turned it over, and scribbled:
I CAN’T HELP IT
and slid it over to her. She looked at me as she lay her hand over the paper, slid the note onto her notebook and turned it over. I watched her read it. She smiled slightly as she read it and looked straight at me, then held her finger out and brushed her other over the top toward me: tsk tsk tsk. And I saw her scribble out her first note, then write something else - turn it over and let it sit there for a little while. What did it say? Now I couldn’t do anything, my heart was pounding. Was she blushing?
Next thing I realized, the note came back into my view. I turned it over:
My heart was pounding now, my face red. She was teasing me. Flirting even. I took a chance, this was fun, I was going to flirt back:
BECAUSE THEY LOOK GREAT
When she saw that one, her head literally went back a beat and she looked at me her eyes wide and her brows went up, sort of like ‘Wow! I can’t believe you wrote that.’ And then her head went down, she grabbed another sheet and started writing quickly:
U should not be noticing these things - But . . . do U think so? I don’t know?? I think they are too small I don’t think they are even It’s nice to get a boys opinion though Even if it is U J
I read the note. Absorbed everything in it. We were close, but I had never ever made any kind of physical reference to her body before, and I had no idea how to respond to this . . . where it had gone. She glanced at me a little shy this time, her cheeks were red, and damn her top was still open and she was LETTING me see, smiling at me when she noticed me noticing. My eyes were blinking because my face was getting so hot.
I just wrote back:
I THINK THEY ARE PERFECT
She took the note when she got it, and gave me a big smile. She folded that one in half and put it in her pocket - right over her right breast. Our studies were done and now we could watch some TV. Tonight was CSI, and everybody in our family liked that show so we usually watched in the living room.
“Get everything finished up,” Dad said.
“Yeah, they weren’t very hard,” my sister volunteered.
“Good. Good. You two were working pretty hard tonight.”
“Huh, huh.” I nodded my head.
I barely got done with them, with my mind swimming the way it was. My sister sat on the couch and tucked her legs beneath her and grabbed a pillow, looked at me and smiled. She had these cute full cheeks (which were still a little red) and lovely dark almond eyes, very feminine. I was noticing her long light brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and was hanging around her shoulders now. She was playing with her hair. I knew she was pretty. She was barefoot and I looked at her feet, and up her legs past her knees. I noticed the soft swell of her breasts beneath her shirt, the fabric still pulling tight across her chest. Never before had I felt the kind of energy that was between us tonight. Whenever she caught my eye she just smiled tossed her hair back over her shoulders, and I was tongue tied for the first time in my life with her.
I kept thinking about that note - I THINK THEY ARE PERFECT - which lay in her right breast pocket.
I could see the outline of the paper in her pocket.
Our schedules did not allow for an evening study at the dining room table for quite a few nights, almost a week, and I totally settled down from before. But on Monday at school I realized as we were getting our assignment that Julie would be getting the same one and tonight we would probably be at the table again. It would be one of our study nights! I actually could feel myself getting an erection as I got the papers. In fact I had to sit a little while in class to let it go down.
When we settled in for the evening, mom and dad were doing stuff around the house, not watching TV like last time; but there was Julie now in a different top. It was loose, no buttons, but then I noticed. . . It totally fell forward when she leaned over her work. The first time she did it, and then raised herself back up again, she looked right at me. I pretended that I had not noticed - but I had. She did it again. The bra was lacy again, even smaller than before, almost see through silk. I could see the whole curve of her one breast, and definitely the swell of her nipple. We were filling out a questionnaire and then had to write a short paper. What was she doing to me? I could NOT concentrate.
Then the first note appeared:
ARE YOU A PEEPING TOM AGAIN?
At that moment my folks came in the room and sat at the couch. I curled my hand around the paper to hide my words. I could be busted big time. I could barely breath.
I CAN’T HELP IT YOU’RE A TEASE
When she got that note she threw her long hair back on her neck and was preening her hair, twirling it in her finger as she wrote:
LOL But You Like it Right?? I had to get a different bra I grew out of the other one!
I turned the note over after I read it, and feeling very brave this time I wrote:
I like it great! I like what’s inside more!
Her eyes got wide again when she read that one, giving me a sideways glance. I laughed this time, and looked down at my work. In no time I was reading her response:
OMG - Jason! I can NOT believe you wrote that! We could get in trouble I still don’t think they are even They look different from each other? What do you think??
Now I was being invited to Look! So I peeked a few more times, and wrote:
I CAN’T TELL
And she got up from her seat and ran upstairs. Now what?? I was really confused now.
When she got back I could not believe my eyes. Sitting over from me was my sister in a different top. It buttoned up the front and it was much looser this time - and it had the top THREE buttons undone.
She sat there and I could see her positioning the fabric of her top so that now when she leaned forward I could see her bare breast! She took off her bra! Her breasts seemed smaller now, but it was naked, and I could see her nipple puff out as her breast held this perfect shape. Round like a rain drop. Full and swelling out beneath her top completely fallen forward and open. The whole nipple was totally puffy like a small ball on a bigger round ball. Perfect. Perfect. I was totally hard now and beet red. I looked at her, stared down her shirt. I could NOT help myself. She just kept working on her paper, ignoring me this time, but I knew she knew I could totally see her.
After a little while she wrote another note and slid it to me:
Was all I could think to say.
She quickly wrote back:
NOT THAT!! ARE THEY EVEN??
And I just turned the note over and wrote on the back of it:
I STILL CAN’T TELL I CAN ONLY SEE ONE
She laughed looking down at her own chest and then at me.
When ‘studies’ were over we got up, and Julie said, “Mom, we’re not quite done yet. I need to look some stuff up on the internet. Jason and I will be at the computer for a while. Is that ok?”
She looked at us, not having any idea of our entire ‘conversation’ of the past half hour. “Yeah, that’s fine. I think I left it on.”
The computer is in the study and she looked back at me. We didn’t have anything else to look up. When we got to the top of the stairs, she took my hand and pulled me along behind into her room. She left the light off and there was only low slanting sunlight coming in through her window. We were standing now behind her door. She turned toward me, stood closer than she ever had before.
“Jason. . .You can Unbutton me.” She was blinking at me now, still holding my hand, breathing hard. Then continued, “To check, I mean.”
I looked at her, put my hand upon her shirt right between her breasts to the first button. My hands were trembling and I started to undo each button until her shirt was open up the middle, and then I opened her shirt and looked at her bare breasts. She just swallowed, and I looked into her eyes and then at her chest.
“You can Touch them.”
I lay my hands one on each breast and cupped them in my palms, drew circles around her nipples, held them in my fingers. I was breathing in ragged gasps. We were both hot, red. I was completely hard in my jeans and had no idea if she could see, but it was so obvious. Just the two of us standing close, both our heads bowed over her breasts. Our warm breath between us mixing with my sisters perfume and the smell of her hair.
“They’re completely even,” I said (the pretense for this escapade). And we stood there a little while longer, I even let my fingers trace a line down to her belly button.
“Ok. . . That’s enough.” And she took my hands away from her. “We better go to the study for awhile.” And then she started to close up her top again. “Thanks.”
And I followed her into the study where we sat and looked up some sights for a little while, not saying one word. I sat very near her, and could feel the heat coming off her body. I could smell her hair. I could hear her every breath.
I sat so my cheek brushed the hairs at the side of her head, and for a brief moment let my hand set on her leg, feeling bare skin. She sighed when I touched her and looked at me, but we said not a word.
That night I kept looking at my hands which had touched my sisters bare breasts.
At breakfast we were both downstairs filling up our backpacks, and Julie stood by me. She said, “I was being kind of stupid yesterday. Sorry.”
I looked at her, “Yeah. I mean, I liked it though.” I was openly staring at her chest again as I said that.
She just whispered, noting where my eyes were, “I bet you did. Thanks for all the compliments,” and followed my eyes with a sidelong glance as she went into the kitchen. We never paid this much attention to each other before school. She was being really weird this morning.
I followed her into the kitchen and wanted to continue, “They . . .”
And she quickly went, “sh..” real quiet, and then I heard mom.
Oh man, that was close! I was going to say they were really soft. Oh my God! If mom had heard.
Just as I left, she took my hand again and said, “I put a note in your backpack. Read it and then throw it away!”
The whole way to school I was in a complete fog. I couldn’t talk with my friends because I kept looking for a place to read this note. It’s not like there is anyplace you can go in school where it would be like private enough to read a note like that. I finally checked out a media room for myself and sat inside and pulled all the shades. I rummaged around in my backpack until I saw a pink piece of paper:
I’ve never let anyone else do that It felt really good I’m glad it was U This might seem totally crazy but lets watch TV tonight in the basement See you in Geography this afternoon I’m wearing my white top again and my red skirt But . . . I’m not wearing anything Underneath LOL J
P.S. Destroy this note totally!
My eyes went blurry for a moment. It was like the room closed in, the floor was moving.
When I got in Geography I tend to totally ignore my sister - because she is my sister. But today I could not stop stealing glances and I had got another erection. I was so embarrassed. I was even blushing. I had to set my notebook on my lap for awhile. She was acting completely normal. And I like did not even believe the note after awhile. I heard nothing of the lecture. I took no notes. I only hoped that Julie took some notes today.
When we left I walked out of the room so that I ended up next to her. I had to talk to her.
She looked at me, and just nonchalant said, “Did you read what I gave you?”
She was being kind of shy and I was totally tongue tied, but we were trying to be totally ordinary, which was already not the case because we were talking to each other in the hall which we never did. She held her books down in front of her, standing with her feet apart turning her hips back and forth in front of me as I just looked at her legs and tried to think of something to say.
She kept looking at me, a sly smile on her lips, “We can watch TV then? Like I said?”
I just said, “Yeah.”
She smiled, “Ok then,” and started to walk away.
I went up behind her and whispered, “Is it true.”
“What the note said?”
She just smiled and turned her head and walked away, her hips swaying lightly. Do they always do that?
Damn. I had a total woody again.
We were in the basement. It was Friday today and we could hang out in the basement on Fridays until midnight or go out. We rented a bunch of videos (all approved by dad of course). We went downstairs after supper and I sat right next to Julie, after we started the first movie. I was eyeing the red skirt, her body, her breasts.
She looked at me and then pointing said, “Sit over there.”
I was forlorn, and she added, “I mean, not yet silly. It’s 8:00 THEY’RE still up there.”
And so we lounged and watched our first movie. I don’t think that I had retained a single story of the entire show. I kept glancing over at Julie who was sitting on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her the way she does, but now with her skirt up around her legs - and with what she told me - I was watching her soft creamy legs and her top stretching tight across her breasts. She was holding a pillow at her front, her head leaning against a cushion. She was noticing how I looked at her tonight, and I sensed a sort of satisfaction. Of her being watched, of me thinking she was pretty.
At about 10:30 she came over and sat next to me.
“Next movie is kind of scary. Can I sit next to you?” She looked up the stairs, twisting herself and leaning forward in front of me to do so.
I looked down her top again - no bra! Oh my God. I laughed. She looked at me, “Whaaat?”
“When did you do that?” As I oogled down her chest.
She smiled and fell back on the sofa, “Don’t be so bad.” Then a pause followed by, “When we got popcorn.”
Then I looked at her skirt, and asked again, “Is it true?”
She settled comfortably on the sofa, laying her head back on the cushion relaxed with her arms by her side, legs parted lightly, and a very vacant stare on her face looking my way. “Why don't you Check.”
She just sat there, didn’t move.
I paused for a awhile. We watched the movie. Did she say what I thought she did? I just kept looking at her, but she was just watching the movie, not moving at all. Occasionally putting a little popcorn in her mouth.
Finally, I lay my hand on her leg, just as I had at the computer the other day. I slid a little closer. She did not react at all, but was letting me sit close and lay my hand right on her thigh. I was right next to her and could feel the heat coming off her body. She smelled so good, and I could feel her fine hairs brushing against my shoulder and arm. I started to stroke her leg and let my fingers slide beneath the edge of her skirt.
No reaction, she was just sitting there, perfectly still, watching the movie. I know she could feel what I was doing. I kept stroking and sliding my hand on her thigh, including up under her skirt and back down to her knee. I could literally feel her thighs getting warmer and warmer as I let my fingers reach higher under her skirt and in between her legs. She was letting me do whatever I wanted. So I kept reaching . . . higher . . . Until . . . I brushed into her hair, curly, thin hairs. It was true! I traced my finger across the top outline of her pussy as I was watching her and let my fingers fall right between her legs. It was damp. She was breathing in hard now and I could see her heart beating.
I cupped my hand right over her - over her pussy - and let my fingers curl down between her legs. Soft curly hair splaying up between my fingers, and it folded in at the middle. I rubbed my fingers up and down between her legs and she opened her legs wider, pushed her hips up into my hand as she slid herself lower on the couch. I felt my fingers slipping between the folds of skin and she was wet! I kept pressing until it was all soft wet skin and I could slide my fingers easily up and down through her middle.
She looked at me briefly, smiled lightly acknowledging what I was doing, and then turned back to the movie. Her cheeks were bright red. Her dress was fallen down around her legs, looking almost ordinary except for where it rose up and around where my hand was reaching under her skirt. The light was low.
I let my fingers slip through her center, down then back up again until my whole hand was wet, slippery. She was staying completely still except that her legs were extending ever so slightly wider on the couch and she had put her one hand on my thigh brushing her fingers across my leg.
I whispered to her, “Can I see too?”
She said quietly, “Just keep doing that a little longer. It feels nice.”
I complied and rubbed her softly between her legs, letting my fingers slide along her wet pussy, up and down. I was turning the folds of skin in my fingers, exploring her with my hand. Letting my finger push just inside of her vagina which was creamy wet. And Rubbing all the way up to her belly beneath her skirt. She was letting me do anything I wanted.
And she also was letting her hand raise up so that it was now laying right on my penis which was as hard as it had ever been in my life. She opened her eyes looking down at my lap and moved her hand directly onto my penis. Then began to wrap her fingers around my cock, feeling along its length, tracing around its edges. So that’s how we sat there in the low light ‘watching’ our movie.
“Let me, uh, can I see now,” I whispered again as I started to lift her skirt up.
She looked at me without answering. And she turned herself so she was laying on her back on the couch, head resting against the end cushion; and I raised up her skirt slowly up her thighs. Until it was up around her waist and I was looking at a naked pussy. Hers was light light brown, a thin strip of hair running up the middle from her pussy. A very thin downy line of hair continuing upward toward her abdomen, but none on either side of her pussy lips, bare skin. Her puss was shiny wet, and a pink line ran down the center where I had been rubbing her. I stroked her absently, touching her as I stared down between her legs. I had never been so aroused.
She sat herself up again and reached with her hands to unbuckle my pants. I was letting her but then put my hand down on hers, “what if mom or dad come down here to check on us.” She looked up the stairs.
“Go get your robe. What time is it?” She said to me, sitting upright now with her skirt still up around her waist and her legs splayed open in front of me.
“11:00" I answered. She paused.
“Here, wait a sec,” and she reached into my jeans through the top, as she had already unsnapped and unzipped them.
I just let her. She reached her hands under my underwear and wrapped her fingers around my penis. It was wet at the end too? She held me and stroked me, wrapped her little hand around my balls as best she could, tugging my jeans down in the process. I just sat back and let her. Feeling her hand sliding along my penis was really getting me aroused and I was moving my hips so my penis was sliding in her hands. Plus, her skirt was still hiked up around her waist and I could still look straight at her pussy from where I was sitting. She was spreading my wetness around and sliding her hand up and down the shaft of my penis in a steady motion.
I just said, “Keep doing that!”
And she did, and I was so aroused that I felt myself start coming after a little while of her steady motions on me, and suddenly was spraying come all up onto my shirt and even just a few drops on her leg. She laughed. I had white lines of come all up my shirt, up to my collar.
My eyes got wide, “Oh my God! Shit.”
She was laughing, “Look at you!”
“What’ll we do?”
She leaned back away from me, sitting there with my penis sticking out of my pants. She was still laughing, “I’ll wash it.” (Julie washed all her own clothes).
Just then, we heard mom at the top of the stairs, “It’s almost Midnight. Wrap things up and come to bed.”
My eyes were wide as saucers as I heard moms voice, I looked at Julie.
Julie lay there laughing, pulling her skirt down around her legs, “Ok, mom.”
Next day looked totally normal, like every other day. We went downstairs got breakfast and filled our backpacks - but nothing ‘felt’ normal anymore. We were glancing at one another smiling at each other, acknowledging that Friday night before with our eyes. This had to be our secret, and we knew that.
We both left notes in each others backpacks:
J I had a lot of fun Friday Hope you did too I can’t believe it happened! Hope you hid my shirt good Until Next Time J
J U felt so good I never done THAT before either U are the first Love J
When I got home, Julie was sitting in my room with another note. She handed it to me and then went into the hall.
J I want to have an orgasm too I can show you how if you want me to Looks like I already know how with U Next Time? How About Wednesday?? Love J
I sat and read the note over and over. ‘I can show you how. . .’ Wednesday was in two days, and it was the night that my parents had bible study. They were gone for only two hours. We would have two hours.
Our days were pretty normal, and we passed just a few more notes before Wednesday. Things like:
I’M OUTGROWING MY BRA AGAIN WHAT SHOULD I GET?? LOL
I KEEP REMEMBERING THE OTHER NIGHT
DON’T WEAR ANYTHING UNDERNEATH TOMORROW IN GEOGRAPHY IF YOU AREN’T THEN WEAR YOUR FLOWER SUMMER DRESS
To which she replied:
OMG JASON! I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU WROTE THAT!
(But she complied!)
Wednesday arrived and our parents left. We had about two and a half hours - two hours to be safe. The nervousness between us when the front door closed was palpable.
“Lets put our robes on,” was Julies idea. “Then I can come into your room.”
We rushed to our rooms. I was pulling my clothes off and then decided to arrange them so I could put them on as fast as possible. I wanted as much time as possible. I sat expectantly on the edge of my bed, waiting. It seemed like forever.
What was taking her so long?
She came into my room wearing her green baby doll robe, it was a shiny silky fabric. I could tell she had on nothing else. I could see her bare legs and down between her breasts because she had it tied off low. I just had a blue plaid flannel robe.
She sat on the bed next to me saying, “ok,” and started to untie herself. I followed her evenly.
“Just a sec,” I jumped up, she froze in place, and I turned off the ceiling light and then turned on one of the smaller lamps.
We opened our robes and sort of exposed ourselves to one another at the same time.
I was examining her now and in a matter of fact tone said, “I think your breasts are getting bigger,” and I reached my hand out to touch them. She leaned her breast into my hand letting her robe slide down her shoulders.
"You think so?"
We let our robes fall down around us and then threw them onto the floor, and she lay back on the bed. I was running my hand up and down her front from her tummy up and across her breasts, touching her puffy nipples.
She took my hand, and guided it lower, “Here. Ok. Let me show you something.”
She was guiding my hand between her legs, she was lifting and opening her knees as she held herself up on her elbows holding my hand. I positioned myself between her legs and let my fingers press into her pussy where she was guiding, looking at her naked body the whole time. She was totally opening her legs up to me. I was already so hard it hurt. She was wet again!
“Slide your fingers up and down like this. Feel that. Up...Up. There! That’s my clitoris. You rub circles, like this, around it. Harder, Yeah. Like that. Then slide up and down and keep on doing that.”
She put her head back into the pillow, relaxed into the bed and closed her eyes.
I complied with my hand down between her open legs. She was rocking her hips against my hand lightly. “Now Feel, lower, lower . . .” she continued. “There, now press - IN. Yeah!”
I was pressing my fingers up inside of her. Her vagina. It was soft and rough at the same time.
I heard her go, “Mmmmmmmmm” as she arched her back. “Keep doing that.”
So I did, and she started to breath harder and press harder into my hand with both hands wrapped round mine pushing me down into her, squirming her body around on the bed. I was rubbing her faster and faster, until her hips were rocking against my hand in a rythem to my motions - basically showing me what to do with her whole body. When suddenly she was breathing fast, and panting, “Ohhh, Ohhh . . . I think I’m coming. Oh my God! So . . . Good.” And she had these wonderful breathy, “Keep doing it. Your making me come. . . . Oh . . . Mmmmmmm, I love you!” She was arching her back and pressing her puss hard into my hand, I had my finger up inside her and could feel her puss quivering on my hand, her hips bucking, spasming with her orgasm.
And she fell back onto the bed, smiling and looking at me totally comfortable and natural, both of us there completely naked in front of each other. Her eyes were on fire and she was lifting herself onto her elbows again. Her hair was disheveled around her shoulders, she was smiling, her legs still apart around me when she pulled me toward her. Skin to skin.
“Here come here,” and she laid me on the bed now beside her. “I have a friend who told me about this.”
And without any warning she bent her head low and wrapped her whole mouth around my penis. I had always wanted a girl to do this. It felt so good. I was pressing my penis so it slid in and out of her mouth. It was amazing to look down and see her red lips wrapped around my penis, letting herself rock back and forth on me as I pressed my cock back into her throat. She kept a steady pressure and held onto my thighs, until now I could feel myself starting to come!
“Ahhh. Ahhh. . . “
And I started spraying into her mouth, and when she felt that she pulled her mouth away, but it kept spraying and went all up and down the front of her. She was a mess. I came so much.
She looked at herself and just said, “Oh, I couldn’t swallow it all.”
Her lips were bright red and I took my robe and started to wipe her off. I would never be able to look at her mouth, with those red red lips, the same way ever again. I had come in her mouth!
Even though I had just come I was still hard. So we laid back down next to each other and kept massaging and touching and rubbing each other, exploring, letting our skin slide together. She kept wrapping her hand around my penis and touching, rubbing and pulling on it. It felt so good being together like this.
She cooed to me playfully, “Kiss me.”
I leaned in to her and kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I could feel my penis touching her belly. We wrapped our legs around each other. We kept kissing like that when she said, “Open your mouth, kiss me like a boy would.”
I did and we let our tongues slide along our teeth and I was getting so aroused again, we pressed so tight together, I let my leg go up over her legs and started to roll on top of her. Her eyes got so wide as she looked up at me pinning her down on the bed with my weight. I let my cock fall down between her legs and let it touch her pussy as I kept kissing and tonguing her. We stopped kissing and both looked down between us as I let my cock slide up and down through her pink middle like my fingers had.
She looked at the clock. “We only have about twenty minutes Jason!” She knew what I was thinking.
“I just want to feel myself inside you.”
She looked at the clock again, “Just a little minute. Then pull out right away!” Her eyes were wide as she stared up at me.
I pressed slowly and felt myself slide right inside of her - god she was wet!
She laid there perfectly still holding my arms, but then she was grabbing me with her nails, “Oh, Wait! It hurts, it hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Hold it. Don’t move!”
But I was so aroused that I kept pressing a little harder. I wanted to be deep inside her and felt something give way and then slid so I was all the way, deep inside.
“Ow ow ow. Don’t move Jason, hold it. Hold on.“
I held myself up, she was pushing against my chest like she was holding me in place. Our legs were tangled together and I stayed buried in her puss, we were hip to hip, and I held as still as I could with her vagina pressing all around my cock. Her face was mottled, her lips red, open. I could see her white teeth. She was watching me, and then down between our legs. You could see her little bush rise up from where we were pressed together. And we waited. Not moving, just her arms pushing up on my chest for that little moment as we tried to hold still. One of the most amazing moments of my life. Like the center of a storm.
I loved the way she looked with her hair wrapped all around her head, pressed down into the bed. Her beautiful eyes staring up at me. I kissed her again and she melted into me.
Then she said, “ok. Ok. But SLOW. Move out a little, yeah. Now. . ." and she was wrapping her hands around my hips and pulling me back toward her. "Yeah. Better." She was sliding her hips now, letting me slide deeply inside again. So I rose and fell on her body, as she lay with her legs open and hands pressing on my chest. We were all liquid against each other, sweat and hair, kisses and skin. Rising and falling together, filling ourselves with the other. I never felt such desire. We were one.
She hugged me to herself, kissed me and then said, "We have to stop now. Ok? Slide out.” And I did.
I laid beside her. There was a little blood on my penis, blood on the bedspread.
“What did I do?”
“Oh. Ow.” She was sitting herself up on her elbows again looking down at her bush.
“I think you just busted my cherry Jason!”
She lay on her back, laughed and smiled at me. Glowing, “A little late for that!" She was cupping her puss with her hand. "It’s ok. It's fine. Hey Jason, you’re my first. Again.”
But then I was like, “We have got to clean up. They’ll be here soon.”
Time was up! It was to the two hour mark, we had only a little longer. We threw everything into my closet (for Julie to wash later) including the bedspread, running around the room both of us naked.
Then she got this mischievous little grin, “Lets take a shower.”
“Now! We can’t.”
“Look I'm, we're both, a mess, we NEED to clean up.” She was standing naked in my room. We smelled of sex. I had to agree.
She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom, and we turned on the shower and both got in. I was hard again, still totally horny as I was looking at my sisters beautiful ass, her thin waist. I was watching my sister lather herself up and clean between her legs and started to nuzzle up behind her, making it so my penis was pointing up between her legs..
I persisted and she opened her legs a bit and let me slide my penis across her wetness. Then I heard her, “Mmmmm.” And in another moment she cooed, “God, oh that feels so good,” as I wrapped my arms around her at the same time and squeezed her breasts and trailed my hands down to the front of her puss.
Her resistence melted. I guided my penis so that it started to press just inside of her, and she sighed, turned her head so it was right at my ear.
“You’re being so bad. Not very far though. It still hurts a little,” and she gave me a little peck on my cheek.
So I let just my tip inside, then out again so I rested right at the opening, and then pressed back inside just a little bit. We stood there while I pressed inside and then let myself right at the opening again. The water was falling around us and I was kissing her neck as she bent her cheek to me, fucking slowly, carefully again in the shower.
“So good . . .” she whispered in my ear. And she was letting her head drop so that the water was running over her hair and down her back.
I could tell how deep to go because of when she would start to tense up, and I WAS trying to be careful. The pleasure was really rising in her though and I could tell she was really liking it, it was hurting less. She was starting to rock her hips and push against me reaching her hand back and feeling my balls. Until she was pushing against me so hard, trying to get me in as deeply as she could. I had my hands wrapped around her hips pulling her to me, then reaching around and rubbing her clit. She was undulating her hips into my hand and against my cock.
Fucking her from behind like this was tighter around my penis too and I could feel myself starting to come again, I could feel it rising suddenly and then spraying inside of her. I could NOT control myself. I could feel myself spasming as I came, my legs were weak.
She looked back at me, “You’re so bad! Jason, I can feel you coming.”
I let myself slip out of her, still holding her hips.
She turned and faced me with her hands out in the air looking down at her bush again, “Now I’m a mess again.” And she hit me with her open palm lightly. "Pervert!"
And I still felt totally horny, with my soaking wet sister standing facing me.
I said, “Here, let me, I’ll clean you up,” and I soaped my hand and started to rub her pussy again with my open hand and was insinuating my fingers into her. She backed away. And I kept moving toward her and grabbing at her, wrapping my hand around her ass.
She started playfully backing up, play fighting, hitting at me saying “That’s all. . . I. Oh. Oh. . .No!"
I just kept coming closer trying to wrap my arms around her now, struggling a little bit.
She kept getting louder as we wrestled, until she shrieked, "Ahh! Jason! Stop it!”
Just then, we heard it! The front door - fwoomp. Mom and dad at the door!
We stared at each other in a panic. “Shit. Shit. Shit. I told you!” She hissed.
"You wanted to take the shower."
"Well, you wated to fuck me!"
We were both still in the shower.
I jumped out as fast as I could and ran right into my room, closed the door.
For a second, not believing the situation and escaping disaster, I just started to laugh silently. There we were in the shower - together. Having sex in the shower. Our folks in the house. I could not believe what had just happened.
Luckily my clothes were laying in a pile, I had arranged them. I put them on as fast as I could.
Then I started making the bed.
Mom and dad opened the door, looked in. “What are you doing?”
“Making my bed.”
“Take a picture, my boy is growing up.”
“How come your hair is wet? You’re sweating.”
“I was mowing the lawn. Julie was helping with some chores, and she wanted to take a shower and then I will." I was acting as calm as possible.
They looked at me, then around the room, then closed the door.
I just dropped down onto the floor.
A little while later sis popped her head into my room wearing just her yellow nightie. She walked up to me and stood very close without touching me. I could feel her breath as she said, “I need my robe.”
It was laying beside the bed and she reached down and picked it up. She just held it in her hand, and stood before me in her little yellow nightie. I reached my hands up and lay them on her breasts over the nightie. I could feel her nipples tighten and she looked down at my hands, no resistence, pressing lightly against me. I had another erection.
"They're still even sis," I smiled.
She looked back up at me and continued distractedly - my hands still playing, squeezing her breasts - “Well . . . uh. . . Mmmm, that's nice." Before she lay her hands on mine and pulled them down to my side, brushed my cock over my jeans with her hand and stepped back, "You have to stop it!"
We were both still so aroused. She looked back at the bed, then at me and continued, "Uh . . . Oh, mom told me to tell you that you can use the shower now.” She giggled and turned to leave the room.
As she did though she lifted her nightie from the back, exposing her perfect little ass to me, looking back at me as she did it, “Good Night!”
When I lay down on my bed that night there was a little note with a heart drawn around it on my pillow:
J DAD SAID WE NEED TO STUDY TOMORROW
BUT I WAS THINKING MAYBE LATER TONIGHT IN MY ROOM :) LOVE J