MY SISTER JEAN
Chapter 3 -- Our First Sex
Suddenly dropping her raised leg, she pushed one hand
into her skirt-covered crotch and seemed to cup herself as
she asked, "Just what do you think about, Billy? I mean,
what do you think about me when you, uh, do it?" She'd
taken the bait!
By this time I'd decided to turn up the intensity.
Screw this pussy footing around. Let's get going. "Okay,
Sis, I'll tell you everything...everything you want to
know...I'll tell it all, but first, you've got to tell me
something. I'm way ahead of you and I'm feeling kinda funny
about it like I'm all alone. Know what I mean? So, before
I spill the beans, you've gotta tell me things. Like I know
that girls do it too. And I suspect that you're just like
everyone else, so you probably do it as well...but I wanna
know just how *you* do it." I'd emphasized the "you" so
she'd talk about herself and not about girls in general.
By this time her skirt was half way up her thighs and
we were both cupping ourselves shamelessly. "All right you
horndog, I'll tell you. Yes. Yes, I do it...a lot. I've
been doing it for years...ever since I was nine. Usually I
do it when I'm in bed, late at night, but sometimes I just
wake up hot and have to do it again. Lately I've had to do
it in the day time, and then I go, well, you probably know
where I go. You go there all the time!"
Now her skirt was at her hips and I could see her hands
over her panty crotch. I slipped my hand inside my pants to
adjust my dick, noisily sucking air between my teeth. It
was all hard and caught bent in my underpants. She stopped
talking and watched me, so I kept my hand inside my pants,
holding my cock.
This was working better than my wildest dreams. I'd
hoped we might "talk dirty" and here we were, touching
ourselves openly. I was getting more excited by the minute.
I could hardly sit still. The loving feeling I had for my
sister right then almost choked me up.
"Sis, I wanna tell you how sexy you are right now. You
are just beautiful. I love to look at your legs and I love
to see you there and I'm going crazy trying to see more of
you. God, this is HOT and I don't know if I can stand it!"
Jean, it appeared, had crossed some emotional line of
propriety in her mind. The shy, embarrassed girl was gone
and the provocative, sexy woman was emerging. She was
enjoying herself and she was turned on by seeing me turned
on. She'd entered the game without reservation. I just
knew that. I didn't know where this was going, but I was
sure of one thing, it was getting more powerful and going
*somewhere* and I was going with it.
I suppose like most boys, I didn't imagine a girl would
be interested in looking at my dick; still, Jean had been
watching me throttle my hard cock through my pants for the
last several minutes. Suddenly, I knew what to do. Pulling
my zipper down, I pushed my hand through my open fly and
grasping my cock, I looked at my sister and said, "Show me,
Jean...show me yours."
Looking up through her lowered lashes, she smiled and
said nothing but slid one hand into her panties and between
her legs. The wet crotch of her panties were bulged with
her fingers and I could see some dark brown pussy hair where
the pants were pulled away. My sister was really calling my
hand, imitating me and teasing me at the same time. When I
began to move my hand, she moved hers. It looked like she
was running one finger up and down her slit, pausing at the
top to make little circles.
Put up or shut up, I thought as I pulled my boner out
of my pants. There! No accident this. I was showing my
hard-on to my sister and waiting to see what she'd do...run
or join in. Then she surprised me. Suddenly standing, she
reached up inside her skirt and pulled her panties off.
Stepping out of them, she rolled them in a ball and motioned
to throw them down, but then, as if having a second thought,
she let them unroll and held them up for me to see. Rolling
her eyes, she shrugged and tossed them onto my chest as she
sat back down.
My dreams...my wet dreams were coming true. My
sister's warm panties were mine. The crotch was quite wet
and her scent was strong when I pulled them to my nose. Her
panties stolen from the clothes hamper were hot, but nothing
like the fresh wet and warm ones she'd just stripped from
her bottom. I could hardly believe that my sister, sweet
Jean, knew what I wanted and flaunted it for me.
Shaking my head, as to clear it, I stood up and skinned
out of my jeans and underpants. My dick almost slapped my
belly as it sprang up. I stood there a moment, my hips
slightly thrust forward, cock at attention and asked, "Is
this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. And is *this* what you've been trying to see?"
She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs for me. I was
seeing now, for the first time, my sister's naked pussy.
God, it was beautiful. Her pubic hair was curly and thick
on top. It was trimmed on the sides and on the lips. My
innocent sister trimmed her pussy hair! Where have I been
this century?
Scooting her hips forward, our legs overlapped as she
scrunched her bottom toward me. Her splayed legs pulled the
lips of her pussy apart just a little and I could see a wet
pink inside. The scent of pussy was heavy in the air and I
so wanted to bury my face in her crotch. Below her
partially-open cunt, I could just see her puckered anus.
She was showing me her asshole! My dick lurched again,
precome wetting the area around the pee hole.
I hunched my bottom closer to her and slid my legs
farther over her's as I continued to stroke my woody. The
tip of my cock was only inches from her pussy. I could see
her clit as she pulled the hood back. She was showing me
her little hard-on. By now I was so excited I didn't know
what I wanted. I wanted it all. I wanted to jack off, to
watch her jack off. I wanted to smell her, to taste her. I
wanted her to touch me, to touch my cock, my balls, my ass.
I was nearing circuit overload. I couldn't think.
Scrunching forward again, I muttered something like,
"Let me touch your clitty with my dick, Jean...Oh, God...let
me touch you!"
She was beyond speech and answered with her pelvis.
She thrust her hips to me until our sexes touched...until
the head of my dick, almost purple with stasis, touched the
hard nubbin of her cunt. I was mindless. I had no idea
what I was doing or what to do. I began mindlessly slapping
her clit with my dick, between the inverted "V" of her
fingers that were splaying her pussy lips open. Slap, slap,
slap . . . I masturbated myself as I softly beat her clit.
Once again, my world constricted. Visions and images
swam before me. I couldn't tell fantasy from reality. My
sister's pussy. The smell of her juice. My hard, curved and
shining cock pounding on her pussy . . . on her clit. Slap,
slap, slap. Her wet fingers...red nails . . . holding open
her pussy. Groaning sounds...strained, garbled, meaningless
speech, "Pussy...cunt...shit...piss...fuck . . . Oh,
Christ...I'm coming."
"Come on me, come on me, come on me," she chanted over
and over as I squirted ropy spurts of white jism on her
chest, on her stomach and then onto her pussy hair. From
far away, I thought I heard her scream. I must have blacked
out for a moment. My next aware sensation was being held.
Jean had my cock in her hand and was holding it softly,
cooing as she stroked it like a feather. My body spasmed
again, a jerk that pushed an unbidden grunt from my chest.
"God, Jean...shit...Jesus H. Christ! I can't believe
this happened. It was
unbelievable...incredible...fantastic."
"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "Please hold me, won't
you? I do love you so!"