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Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If
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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please
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Thanks to Pat Harvey for proofing and editorial assistance.
Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper - Part Two of Two(MF F voy solo
- MF voy - MF inc exhib solo/mast)
by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.
A few months later, in the warmth of late summer, I stopped by
Terry's place for a quick visit. Terry's kid was staying with
grandma, my brother, or one of her friends all summer long, and so
was almost never home with mom. Her new boyfriend, Martin, was
there, and I hadn't had a chance to talk with him for long, as he
was always busy. I liked Martin much better than Jerry he had a
job, didn't drink too much, and acted like he loved Terry instead
of being her owner. When I knocked at the door, Terry asked, "Is
that you, Alex? Just come on in back, and don't mind how we're
dressed."
That wasn't a lot of warning, though I knew that Terry often took
her top off. But since she'd mentioned both of them, I imagined
that it meant more than that, and it did. They were lying on
lounge chairs, naked in the sun. Martin said, "Get naked, enjoy
the sun, and grab a beer."
Since I hadn't reacted with an instant hard-on from seeing my
sister naked again, I figured it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
And it would be impolite not to do it, since they'd already seen
me. I was a little more worried about stripping in front of him,
a near stranger, than I was of getting naked with my sister
around, even though we had come very close to doing much more than
just looking at each other. But I did it, taking my clothes off
and making a neat pile on the ground near a chair. I then grabbed
a beer and lay back on a lounge chair. We had started talking
about the weather, our family, and general things when my sister
noticed that I didn't have a dark tan and had rather large white
areas which were now exposed.
"If you don't do something about those white whale spots, you'll
burn, bro. Here, let me put some lotion on you."
She did that, coming over by me, smiling as she sat, open-legged,
on the edge of the chair next to me. I was lying on my back,
sitting somewhat upright, and I figured that she was teasing me
deliberately. But I couldn't be sure, especially with her
boyfriend there. As she put lotion on my chest and rubbed it over
me, I started to relax. She didn't seem to be doing anything
specifically suggestive. When she got to my thighs and groin, she
seemed very casual as she applied the lotion there, even when she
splashed it on my dick and balls. She rubbed them gently, and
even stroked my dick softly as it got hard, and she covered it
with lotion and said, "I don't think you'd like it if this got
burned."
Then Martin added, laughing, "It can really hurt, trust me." He
didn't say anything about my hard dick and neither did Terry, so I
tried to relax and let her finish up. Despite Martin's presence,
she seemed willing to do more with my dick than just put lotion on
it, to tease me. She held it tightly in her hand and stroked it
up and down, putting a bit more lotion on and rubbing it in, then
stroked my balls and made sure that they were covered. I tried to
keep any sign of reaction to this out of my face, though I
couldn't conceal how much my dick liked it, and it twitched in
response to her touches.
She went down my legs, then asked me to roll over. She rubbed
lotion over the backs of my legs and up my ass, letting her
fingers push a bit of it into the crack. She finished rubbing it
on my back, and she let her breasts rub against me a bit as she
did that. When she said, "All done," I rolled back over. She got
up, looked me over, and said, "I think I got you covered
everywhere."
We lay in the sun, just relaxing and chatting, and I was feeling
comfortable, sun on parts of me which usually were covered. I
drank a few more beers, and my hard-on soon relaxed as well. I
was feeling safe and relaxed, and quite content to be able to be
naked with my sister without feeling much of the temptation which
still came up from time to time, especially when I thought of that
night after the bachelor party.
Suddenly, it seemed to me, Martin got up and said, "I have to get
going. I'll be back after work, love." He went into the house
and left us lying there in the sun. Soon, I heard a car start,
and he yelled, "Goodbye, nice seeing you!" and left.
That left me all alone with my sister, both of us naked in her
yard, relaxing in the sun. But I was still feeling nice and
relaxed, and wasn't too worried about the situation until Terry
asked, "I could use some more suntan lotion, if I'm going to get a
good tan. Could you put some on me, please, Lex?"
"How much, and where?"
"Just do it all over, just like I did with you. Don't skip
anywhere, I don't want to get burned."
Now, this had one immediate side effect, and being naked I
couldn't even conceal it from her. I got hard when she asked me
this. My dick twitched with my anticipation of touching her
body. I didn't know how she'd react, but as I moved over to her,
hard dick in front of me, she didn't say anything. I picked up
the lotion and sat next to her, much as she had near me, with my
legs apart a bit to let her have a good look. I wasn't sure where
this teasing game would go, but for the moment I was willing to
play a bit with her, and I figured that I had enough self-control
to resist doing more than teasing.
Terry hadn't lingered on my nipples much when she put lotion on my
chest. But her breasts were larger than mine, with more sensitive
exposed flesh, so I spent more time rubbing hers and even covering
her nipples, which quickly hardened. I caressed her sides and
belly, and her hips, covering them with lotion as I moved to her
groin. I didn't really think that her slit, even without hair
covering it, was at too great a risk of burning, but her kind
actions on me seemed worth returning. So I squirted some lotion
right on her clit, then rubbed it up and down her inner lips
before pouring a little bit more over the entire area and rubbing
all around, in her trimmed pubic hair, then down between her legs.
I couldn't exactly duplicate the effect she'd had on my dick, but
I decided that I should try, even though it wasn't exactly the
same, so I grasped her clitoris gently between my finger and thumb
and rubbed it gently up and down.
Terry breathed a bit harder but didn't say anything as I did this.
My dick got even harder as I did this, and I started to worry that
I was letting this get beyond mere teasing of my sister. I didn't
want to get carried away. However, as she wasn't showing any
signs of reaction other than physical arousal, with her clit
extending a bit and her breathing getting faster, I felt that I
was still in control and safe. Besides, she had teased my dick at
least this much. I hadn't yet "stroked her balls", even though,
in her case, I didn't think that lotion would be needed there at
all. But, if she didn't complain about it, I'd be happy to tease
her there. Thinking about this, as I felt her clit grow between
my fingers, my dick got even harder. I was certain she could see
that, since she didn't close her eyes as I did this, though I had
closed mine.
I used two fingers and rubbed around the edges of her vagina, then
pushed in a bit, stroking around her hole in a circle. There was
plenty of wetness there, and I didn't bother pretending to put
lotion in. Pushing my fingers all the way in, rubbing them inside
her for about a minute, before I withdrew them slowly. Despite
this attention, Terry was still lying back in the chair and acting
just as though this was a normal part of my putting suntan lotion
on her. I picked up the lotion bottle again and poured out a
little bit more on her clit, then rubbed it up and down her slit
again. I figured I was going beyond what she did to me, but I was
starting to wonder just how far she'd let me go with playing with
her like this.
I decided that, if she would let me massage her clit for three
minutes without asking me to stop, asking for more, or in some
other way, other than orgasm, suggesting that I was doing more
than protecting her sensitive parts from the sun, that I would be
done with this teasing. Tickling when we were younger was a game
we liked, teasing each other. We played it with rules, and often
did it with one or both of us naked, with the three-minute rule
applying to our turns. Genitals were off-limits in most of these
games after she was eleven, when it was turning into sexual play
instead of teasing, tickling touches. I wasn't going to tell her
this was a teasing game, but, as soon as I decided this, I could
feel my dick relax a bit. I could resist the temptation to do
more than just tease, even such serious teasing as this. A
feeling filled me, joy and desire, and I felt that if I spoke, I
could ruin this moment. It would take so little to change this
from a game, a bit of sibling rivalry, into hot sex. I dared not
ask her if it was OK for me to handle her body this way. If she
said yes, my resistance would melt, and it wasn't that solid.
Stopping also wasn't an option. My memories of our youthful play,
touching each other without restraint, but also without the
experience to truly bring the heat of desire alive, drew me on.
Her pussy had little more hair on it now than then, but it was far
more enticing. The sunlight on it, highlighting her tattoo,
directed me to my target.
I still had my watch on, and I had checked the time when I started
to rub her clit. I had resumed my grasping stroke, but this time
I rubbed even harder and let it roll between my finger and thumb,
letting my other fingers stroke her lips all around it. I put a
bit more lotion on about two minutes through my teasing, and I
could feel her jump up a bit as I did so. But she didn't say
anything or even spread her legs further apart to give me better
access. Her breathing got a little faster, and her nipples got
very hard, but she gave no hint of any reaction other than the
physical response to my touch. As the time got closer to my
limit, I started thinking about putting my mouth on her clit and
sucking it in. Unlike our earlier situation, my own organ was
safe from a counterattack by her. The lotion might be a little
distasteful, but I hadn't tried it yet. Given that she and her
boyfriend did this often, I doubted that it would be all too bad.
When the three minutes were up, I slowed my strokes, then released
her clit from my grasp. Terry looked at me, turning her head and
staring at my dick, but still didn't say anything. I poured out a
bit more lotion and started again on her slit, but this time I
continued to push it down between her legs, then along her inner
thighs. I proceeded to cover her legs down to her toes in lotion,
then asked her to roll over. She did, this time spreading her
legs out a bit on the chair, which gave me a wonderful look at her
soaked, lotion-covered pussy. I took time to taste the lotion
from my fingers, and it had a coconut-like flavor, with a bit of
oil but not too bad. It still had a bit of flavor from her pussy,
as well, and I sucked on my finger a minute, to wet it, I
rationalized, before I continued to put lotion on the back side of
her.
My trip up her legs was enjoyable to me for the view, though I was
tempted to linger behind her knees, which was about the only spot
I knew could make her react when I tickled her. I did run my
fingernails across there long enough to make her jump, but she
quickly relaxed, apparently able to resist this, leaving just one
place where I knew I could provoke a response. As I got up to her
ass, I decided that I could risk tickling her "balls" from behind,
even though she had not, though with my legs together she couldn't
reach them, so I didn't think that it counted. Besides, she could
have closed her legs if she didn't want me to put more lotion
between them, so I figured that she was asking for more. If not,
she could "cry uncle," and let me win our contest.
I didn't go right there, of course. I poured a bit of lotion on
the crack of her ass, then rubbed down it, and even spent a whole
minute, by my watch, pressing my fingers around her anus. Terry
wasn't looking toward me and couldn't easily do so without getting
up, so I didn't mind that this increased my own arousal, since she
wouldn't know about it. Both hands stayed on her body, though, as
I didn't want to risk pushing my own temptations higher by
exciting myself. I then rubbed both of her cheeks with the lotion
before pouring another blob of it between her legs. I put it low
enough that it dripped off and down to her pussy. My fingers
followed it, rubbing her slit, catching her clit between my
fingers again, and then, with my other hand, I pushed two fingers
into her vagina.
Having seen her put her whole hand inside, I decided to spend a
minute slowly adding fingers and seeing if that would be enough to
make her stop this game. Three fingers weren't enough to do that,
and I pushed them in and out for 15 seconds. Four fingers made
her wriggle her butt, but she didn't otherwise react, and I used
them for another 15 seconds. Then I put my thumb in and was
surprised that she spread her legs apart a bit wider and moaned a
bit. But she stifled that noise quickly, as though she was trying
to resist giving me a sign that this was getting to her.
I pushed harder against her and felt my knuckles become enclosed
by her flesh. It was tempting to do more, but I noticed that my
limit of 60 seconds was approaching. I slowly withdrew, but,
thinking that she might someday be in a position to retaliate, I
spent another minute stroking the outside of her vulva, though I
skipped her clit on this excursion, stroking around it.
I then moved to her lower back, sides, upper back, and up around
her neck. With her legs spread, I had to put one leg between
hers, and that let my hard cock relax against her back, which I
didn't mind. I then said, "You're done now. I think I covered
every place on your body too, sis."
She spoke for the first time since I began my teasing with the
lotion. "I think you did, too." She looked at my hard cock and
told me, "We should lie down and just relax here in the sun for a
bit. If you're feeling horny, though, you could go inside and fix
that thing."
That was a challenge for sure. _Could I stay out here with her
and let my arousal subside to the point where I could put it off
until later?_ I was sure that she could survive without release,
as females are blessed with a bit more durability in their sexual
parts. But I felt a bit of manly pride, that I could touch her as
I had and let my will overcome my physical desire. Or something
like that. I lay down on the lounge chair next to her and tried
to relax. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and I was well covered
with lotion. I got up and got us each another beer, and it turned
out that it didn't take all that much to relax me, at least the
physical parts of me.
My mind was racing as I lay there. Coming down from the high of
arousal, I started to worry. _Why had I touched my sister like
that? Why had she touched me, and with her boyfriend there to
watch? OK, maybe he couldn't see exactly what she was doing, and
didn't realize, but he knew that she was not avoiding my cock.
And why had Terry let me touch her pussy, arousing her and me,
even letting me put my hand partly inside her, without saying
anything?_
My next fear was that, if I let myself fall asleep, I'd awaken
with my cock buried in her mouth or with her riding me. She was
lying there, eyes closed, possibly sleeping. I could imagine
myself going over to her and kissing her nipples and her pussy,
then slowly starting to fuck her. If I could think of that and
not run away in shock, what was she thinking? I didn't have the
excuse that she was drunk and horny after getting turned on for
three hours. I thought to myself, _How am I going to be able to
explain this to mom if she found out? 'Mom, it wasn't my fault.
She started it, grabbing my dick and getting me turned on. I had
to get her back for that, it was only fair.'_
I didn't think that would go over well. This wasn't like when we
were kids, and we'd hit each other a little bit or tickle each
other. Of course, mom didn't know about us tickling each other
while we were naked, but we stopped that game when we started
noticing that genital tickling didn't provoke laughter, but a very
different, pleasurable response. This time, I had "tickled" her
deliberately to produce arousal and pleasure, and even was rougher
on her than she'd been on me.
My hard-on started to return from thinking these thoughts. All I
had to do to get rid of it and be safe was to go into the house
and take care of it. I could pretend I had to piss, and that
would be a fair cover for my activities. I could even do it right
here in the yard. The neighbors couldn't see anything, and, even
if they could, I didn't think Terry was worried about it, so I
wasn't going to worry either. But since Terry hadn't taken care
of herself, it didn't seem fair for me to do it, either.
I thought about how nice it would be to be with my girlfriend and
tell her about how turned on this afternoon had made me. And how
nice it might be to try "tickling" her as I had my sister. I just
didn't know if she could take the idea of something this close to
incest.
How close had we come to doing that? I didn't know. I knew that
I was letting my physical desire think for me in touching her, but
I hadn't done anything to get myself off. We hadn't actually had
sex together, and even our earlier encounter hadn't really gone
past each of us masturbating with the other watching. Licking
each other clean wasn't exactly the same as sucking the come out
of each other, and eating each other. I loved my sister, but I
wasn't in love with her. I didn't feel a bit of desire to do more
than play with her, and even that was tempered by the restriction
on not truly having sex together. I had told myself that we
hadn't had sex with each other before, a rationalization which
made sense to me at the time. We were just playing, and sharing
our joy together. Giving each other massages was OK, wasn't it?
I tried to tell myself that I was still a good brother, that I had
not crossed a line into the forbidden.
_OK,_ I thought, _what parts of today's situation were OK? What
ones could I tell my brother about and not feel bad about?
Getting naked together and laying in the sun? Not a problem.
Rubbing lotion over each other, excluding our genitals? Still not
really a problem. Putting lotion on my cock and her pussy?_ If
that was all we'd done, just put lotion on, I thought that I could
deal with it. Nipple and tit rubbing wasn't even a big deal, as
I'd put lotion on her once like that before. Stroking her pussy
for at least five minutes, pushing my fingers inside her, rubbing
her asshole? Who could I talk to about that?
Terry? She hadn't said a word about it. I thought about it, and
decided that I wouldn't either. Maybe she'd had something other
than just beer today and her inhibitions were down. If I ignored
it, and she did, it would be just like it hadn't happened. As for
Maribeth, I could leave that part of the situation out as well,
and simply mention how aroused I was by being with my sister naked
and how much it made me think about getting home to her.
That thought helped me to relax, and, as it was a lovely sunny
day, I let myself fall asleep. When I woke up, Terry was still
sleeping and I saw no hint that she had left her chair. Even her
towel was still under her as it had been. I got up to go to the
bathroom, and my movement woke her up. She came inside her house
about a minute after I did and told me, "Hurry up! All that beer
is going to make me burst." I couldn't hurry much, but I still
left the door closed, and I thought, _Why is the door closed for
this, considering what we did outside?_ But I didn't open it, and
Terry didn't leave it open, either.
It was getting late, and I hadn't planned to stay quite this long.
I was going to get together with Maribeth this evening to watch
some movies and screw, and, the way I was feeling, I thought I'd
offer to do the movie watching afterward, if we still felt up to
it. I told Terry that I had to get going, and she said, "OK, it
was nice having you over. You should come over again sometime
while it is still sunny and get your tan even."
With no mention of our sexual touches from her, I didn't say
anything about it, either. As I got dressed, though, Terry sat on
the chair in front of me and spread her legs, and she watched me
staring at her pussy. It was quite wet, and I could see her
clitoris sticking out. "Lying out in the sun like that gets my
little pussy all hot! I hope my man doesn't get stuck at work, or
at a bar, or I'm going to have to do something about it myself."
Terry then giggled, and let her finger run along her pussy. "From
the shape of your jeans, I think you liked it too!"
"It was fun, sis. But I think I can talk Maribeth into helping me
out with the problem."
I said goodbye and left, telling her that I thought Martin was a
really nice guy and that we might try this again sometime. When I
got home and called Maribeth up, and told her that I'd been
sunbathing naked with my sister and her boyfriend, Martin, she
seemed interested in hearing about it. When she came over, I told
her the whole story in bed. She listened without talking, but did
notice my reaction. She was surprised at how aroused I was over
the situation. It was a very satisfying evening for both of us, a
full night of sex, no sleep.
But, when I asked her to come along with me the next time Terry
invited me over for a Saturday afternoon of sunshine, she said, "I
can't, not with your sister and you naked together. Or her
boyfriend, it would just be too, uh, weird. But maybe you can
find someplace where we could be alone, to get naked in the sun
together."
"I'll see what I can do. But I don't see why we couldn't hang out
with them, even if you didn't take your clothes off."
"If I came over, which I wouldn't, I'd get naked. Maybe, if it
was your brother and not your sister, it would be OK. I don't
know why, I like Terry, and maybe she might invite me over without
you sometime. But it just feels weird, the idea of you and your
sister getting naked together."
"We did it all the time when we were kids."
"And in that time, you never did anything?"
"What do you mean by that, anything?"
"You know, what we do when we get naked. Have sex? Or think
about it?"
"Thinking is harder to control. But no, we've never actually had
sex when we were naked together. She is sexy, though. Besides,
she has a boyfriend."
Despite this, Maribeth didn't want to come along. I was thinking
that the last day in the sun was just an accident. I had even
started to wonder if we had really done that, or if I had just had
an extremely realistic dream. Neither Terry nor I had given any
suggestion about touching each other when we'd talked these last
couple of weeks. We hadn't mentioned that night after the
bachelor party, either. Terry had a regular day job now, and she
hadn't mentioned taking a dancing gig for a couple of months, so
there wasn't a good reason to bring that up. Mostly, I felt that
our promise to stay silent was a good idea. And not talking about
this last situation was good, too, especially if I had only
dreamed it.
When I got there, Martin and Terry were already naked, and I
quickly stripped to join them. When I started to put lotion on
myself, getting my cock first, Terry said, "Let me help you out
with that." I didn't want to be impolite and say no, and I was
curious as well. Would she repeat her earlier actions, or just
put the lotion on in a friendly, non-sexual sisterly way?
Her first action made me fear that she'd try something more, like
what I had done to her or beyond. She stood in front of me,
spread her legs apart a bit, and said, "How do you like my new
haircut?" moving her pussy close to my face to give me a good look
at it.
She had her pubic hair trimmed into a small tuft, a triangle of
short hair with the point right above her slit. Her pussy was
very moist, not just from within but all over. Her clit was
extended as well, and she smelled very hot.
"It looks very pretty, sis."
"Martin just gave it to me today. And he was testing it out
before you got here."
"I could go away for a bit, and let you finish trying it out."
"No, Alex, you can stay," Martin said. "I'm sure I'll play with
it some more. Maybe she'll let me take the rest of her hair off,
eh?"
"Besides, bro, he did finish once," Terry told me, and smiled.
"But I never run out, I can always take more."
When Terry moved to put the lotion on me, she was gentle and
didn't take that long at all. She did wet my cock and balls, and
I did get hard again. But she didn't linger there for even a
minute, just long enough to coat it and hold it tightly in her
hand when it got hard. Martin watched her doing this, unlike the
last time when it seemed like he just sipped his beer and relaxed
in the sun. I was a little worried that he might think we were
going too far with this touching while naked, but he just smiled
as he watched her put lotion all over me.
Then she went over by Martin and started to coat him with lotion
again, as well. She didn't seem to do it much differently that
she had with me, up to the point when she approached his cock.
She turned to me and asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"
"Maribeth didn't want to come. She is just shy or something. But
maybe I can talk her into coming over another time."
"I think Martin would like seeing her, maybe get to put some
lotion on her like this," Terry replied. She squirted the lotion
onto Martin's cock and stroked it up and down, using her other
hand on his balls, until it became very hard. She did this for a
few minutes, and I didn't remember to try timing it. I was quite
excited, watching her do this to her boyfriend in front of me. My
sister didn't bring him to climax, but stopped and put lotion over
the rest of the front of his body. She then got up, got all of us
another drink, and we lay in the sun.
Though I didn't touch my sister again that day, I was very excited
by seeing her naked and aroused. Maribeth noticed this as well,
when we were in bed that night. I wasn't sure what she thought
about this situation, and I wasn't really sure what I was feeling.
Certainly there wasn't anything wrong with getting a little turned
on by a beautiful naked woman, especially if she put her pussy in
front of your face. Even if she happened to be your sister, it
was just a natural physical response, not grounds for charges of
deviation. But Maribeth didn't say anything about it, other than
to ask if I had enjoyed myself, and she did notice the good tan I
was getting, covering up the tan lines that I had.
The next few weekends, we repeated this activity. Maribeth still
didn't come along with us, and, though I suggested finding a nude
beach to go to, she didn't want to be naked around other people.
My sister would show me her pussy, before covering me with lotion,
and the last time Terry put lotion on herself as I watched. We
didn't talk about the touching parts or how aroused we were. We
talked about sports, TV shows, movies, our families, work, but not
sex.
The weather turned colder, and I didn't get a chance to enjoy the
sun with my sister for a while. But, when the weather turned warm
again and I had a three-day weekend, I went over there. Martin
had to work that Monday in the evening, but he was still there
when I arrived, both of them naked and enjoying the sunshine.
The start of our naked relaxation was very much like the last few,
with my sister gently putting lotion on me, though this time she
spent a couple of minutes on my cock and at least as long putting
it on my balls. I kept my eyes open and smiled while she did
that, and I noticed that Martin had gone off getting a drink or
something. Before he came back, Terry had moved down my legs, and
I was flipped over when Martin returned. I imagined that she
wouldn't try any teasing like this with him present, so I relaxed.
As she poured the lotion on my ass, Martin said, "Doesn't she do
that good? Your sister is a hot momma. If you weren't her
brother, I'd slip up behind her and stick my stick right up there.
She's so wet, I can smell pussy from here."
That talk got me excited, and it might have done that to Terry.
For whatever reason, she slipped one hand down between my legs and
stroked my balls, and the other one rubbed lotion over my ass
cheeks, then the crack. I didn't say anything, but I could feel
my cock trying to push its way down through the weave of the
chair, and it succeeded. That wasn't that comfortable, but I
didn't want to move and reveal just how much her touch had
affected me. Especially, not in front of her boyfriend. Terry
had positioned herself so her body blocked his view of what she
was doing to me, but it exposed her behind quite nicely. I turned
my head to look, just to see what was happening. But I couldn't
get a good look at Terry without hurting my neck, and I didn't
want to stare at Martin or let him watch my face. I did see that
his cock was quite hard; apparently he was enjoying this show too.
Terry slowly stroked my balls and my ass, and slowly she pushed
her fingers down into my asshole. I felt one, two, three, and
then, finally, she tried to get four inside of me. Fortunately,
her hand was much smaller than mine, and more fortunately, she
didn't try to push very far in, or I would have had to do
something about it. She stopped after about a minute and slowly,
gently, rubbed between my legs, slipping both hands in to cup my
balls, before moving back to my ass and up my back.
As she finished, she said, "There, that should take care of you
for today. I thought you might like that, bro."
With Martin being hard, I decided that it might not be out of line
to reveal my own excitement. So I turned over and let my hard
cock escape from its plastic trap. Terry stood there and watched
me for a bit, and smiled.
Martin said, "Get over here, woman." She did that, sitting next
to him, then sliding onto his lap. I didn't see his cock enter
her pussy, nor did they make any motions which would reveal that
action. But I couldn't see the point of contact, either. The
idea that they'd actually fuck each other in front of me was
exciting, but all that I saw them do was kiss.
"Man, I love how your sister's pussy feels. She is sweet and
sassy! Did I ever tell you about the time we fucked at the rock
concert? She had a skirt on, nothing under it, and just pulled my
pants open and hopped on. We stayed that way the whole time, and
she wouldn't stop, not even when the kids behind us noticed and
moved to look."
"No, she didn't mention that."
"When she used to dance naked, private shows you know, we'd fuck
every time on the way home. She'd even run out of the house naked
and ride home bare-assed, fucking herself while I drove along.
She's done with all that now, too much trouble for the money, she
tells me."
Martin told several more stories about his love life with my
sister. Then he said, "It's too bad she's your sister, or you
could get some relief for that dick of yours. I guess you'll just
have to take care of that yourself." He laughed and said, "I
think that I need some relief, too. All this talk and fucking
kissing has my balls ready to pop." Then he said, "Woman, we need
to get moving, or I'll be late for work. Let's go inside and do
it!"
"We could just finish up here."
"Nah, I'll need to get dressed and shower before work. Let's go!"
Terry got up, and I could see the cock slide out of her as she did
that. It was very wet, and her pussy was soaking. They both ran
into the house, and I lay back on my chair and tried to calm
myself.
When they came out a few minutes later, Martin was dressed for
work; he said goodbye, leaving us alone. Terry was wet from a
shower, but still naked. The little patch of hair above her pussy
lay against her skin, and the drops of water covering her made her
shiver. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was moist, and I could
see her clit extending from her pussy. I didn't see anything
dripping out from inside her, but she looked flushed, as if she
had been fucking, and I could imagine that she had to be filled
up, even if the shower had washed some of it out.
"Ain't my honey fine?" Terry asked me. "I really needed that."
She got us both a beer, and we went into the yard to relax again.
But, as she lay back on her chair to drink it, she spread her legs
apart, putting them down to each side, and said, "Damn, I've
washed the lotion off. Could you be a darling and put some more
on me?"
"Sure, no problem, sis," I answered. But my cock indicated that
this idea might be a problem, popping up and getting hard as I
moved over to her. With her legs open, I could move up onto the
bottom of the chair, straddling her. I did that, and, as I
started to put the lotion on her face and neck, my hard cock was
pushed against her groin. I didn't deliberately push them into
contact, and I tried to act as though the sensations I felt there
didn't matter. Terry seemed to do the same, letting me softly put
the lotion on her face and cheeks, around her lips, and down her
neck with no sign that this was anything unusual.
When I got to her breasts, I decided that I'd do each one for
three minutes. I stroked the right one first, covering the entire
mound with lotion, softly massaging it, then moving up to her
nipple and catching it between my fingers, still just soft
touches, no hard pulls, for the first couple of minutes. I kept
my hands moving in circles down her tit and all around it,
slipping it down to her navel and back up again. I grabbed her
hard nipple between my fingers and pulled on it, moving her tit
up, using it as a handle. With the three minutes up, I moved to
her other tit and repeated the process. Terry kept sipping her
beer, watching me but not saying anything as I did this to her.
No objections, but no signs of encouragement. I didn't even
notice any particular look at where my dick and her pussy were,
just inches apart, a mere flashing moment from making contact.
I took my time stroking her belly, as well, softly rubbing her
sides, her navel, and her hips. I wasn't in a hurry to get to the
next, fateful stage in this teasing we were involved in. Moving
down moved my cock away from her pussy, but it still rubbed
against her leg. Terry moved her leg back and forth, slowly, and
I felt sure that she knew what it was doing to me.
I thought about stopping this before I touched her pussy. But I
couldn't resist it. I set a new goal in my mind: Five minutes on
the outside, five minutes inside, then five minutes on her hard,
hot clit. I wasn't sure if I could time it right, and I wasn't
going to tell her that I was going for higher stakes this time.
If she came before the time was up, which could happen, given how
aroused she was already, I'd stop if she asked me. Otherwise, I
was going to tease her pussy as mercilessly as she had once
tickled me. Ordinary tickling wouldn't be effective, but sexual
tickling, trying to make her come, that would do it. I owed her,
I felt. She had been teasing me this afternoon, and it was time
to pay her back.
I took my time, slowly stroking her outer lips, down her inner
thighs, all over her pussy. I didn't stop long at her most
sensitive button, and I didn't let my fingers slide inside. I had
spent more than five minutes when I checked my watch, but I
decided that it would be OK for this part, as it was just the
preliminaries. I moved to penetrate her vagina. At first, I
didn't add any lotion to assist her lubrication, as it didn't seem
necessary. I slowly thrust two fingers into her and rubbed all
around inside of her, still moving slowly and gently. I did this
for some time, speeding up, and let my other hand stroke her mound
and outer lips, keeping time with them both. I was enjoying this
sensation greatly, and it occurred to me that I liked it so much
because there was nothing to come after it. I was going to stroke
my sister and make her feel good, and that was all. My entire
pleasure in this would come from how well I treated her and my
reaction, but not her actions.
I poured some more lotion on her as I tried to add more fingers.
I could feel that her vagina was already stretched; it was rather
wet inside, and Martin's come came out with my fingers. I was
getting close to my time limit, though, and I wanted to see what
she could take without hurting her. Using four fingers didn't
seem to provoke a bad reaction, though her breathing got faster.
Terry had her eyes closed now, and she was lying back, letting me
do this to her. I rotated my hand back and forth, letting my
fingers press against the upper inside of her.
When the time was up, my other hand had already grabbed her clit
and was rubbing it. I switched hands, letting my hand, dripping
with her own lubricant and Martin's, take hold of her clit. I
rubbed vigorously, pulling on her clit, and she came. I could
feel her body shake, and she sighed harshly. But she didn't ask
me to stop, and I still had three minutes to go. I kept this
action up, holding tight to her clit, stroking it and using my
other hand to stimulate the area around it, then pushed inside her
again using two fingers. I felt her come again. She came a third
time shortly after this and never said a word, though she was
breathing very hard. I noticed that I had gone about a minute
past the limit, and I just let my hands lie gently on her pussy,
no pressure, for a couple more minutes, as she relaxed.
I wasn't sure if I should continue. My own desire was strong, and
I thought to myself that I shouldn't be doing this. Terry had
obviously enjoyed it, but this wasn't just teasing, was it? But I
didn't know what to do, so I continued onward, as if this break
was just part of the process of putting lotion on her.
Grabbing the lotion bottle, I put a bit more on my hands, then
covered her legs with it. As they were hanging down the sides of
the chair, I had to reach down to cover them. I got up so I could
cover her feet with the lotion. I then said, "Time to turn over,
sis." She did, rolling over and letting her legs hang off the
chair, and spreading her ass and pussy in front of me.
I could feel my own excitement building. I knew what my cock
wanted me to do in this situation, and I wondered if Terry would
stop me if I tried to do it. I knew that she was a hot woman, not
shy about sex, and liked doing it. I knew that from when she was
in high school. She had told me about losing her virginity, and
how great that was. She had just fucked her boyfriend before
coming out here by me, and still had let me masturbate her to
three orgasms!
But, my conscience reminded me, she was my sister. _Sister!_ Not
some random horny girl I bumped into. And not my girlfriend, who
I'd like to try doing this with. I think that she'd like that,
playing this kind of teasing game, knowing that I'd follow up my
hands with tongue and cock. But I couldn't do that with Terry,
could I?
Fortunately, putting lotion on her came first, before making any
other decision. If she got a sunburn, it could really be painful.
She was well tanned, but her pussy still was at risk. I put
lotion on her legs and between them as I moved up to her ass. I
was gentle in my treatment of that; I only softly stroked the
crack and didn't linger long at all at her anus. I moved up her
back.
Yes, I was going to leave her sweet, delicious pussy alone. My
nose wanted me to do more, it smelled so good, but I resisted. I
couldn't help my cock hitting her thighs, then her ass, as I moved
up her back. But I let it go, hard enough to hurt me as it
pressed against her, though it was enjoyable pain. I slowly
covered her back, massaging it. I reached her neck and she
started to turn over. I said, "I'm not finished yet."
Could I risk doing more with her? How far would she let me go?
My cock was rubbing against her pussy when I said that, and she
lay down, almost willing me to go ahead and stick it into her. I
could feel her wetness on the tip of my cock, and it pushed
upward, trying to get inside, to be free of the discomfort I was
imposing on it.
Martin was right, of course. She was my sister. I could have
done it. I could feel it in my fantasies and dreams, thinking of
doing this with her. But, as I touched her, something made me
stop. If she let me, and I felt no sign that she was going to
stop me, I didn't know if I could handle being around her as my
sister again. Teasing, even rubbing her pussy, wasn't the same
thing. I didn't know why she was leaving it up to me to decide to
do this, to avoid having sex with her. Maybe she really wanted to
do it. Or she was just so horny that she didn't care. But I
cared. I loved her, as my sister. My body wanted her, but I
could resist. I told myself that as I moved off of her back and
down between her legs.
On the other hand, I had rationalized touching her pussy. I knew
that this would be the last time that I would do this with her,
and I wanted to treat her as nicely as I could without going too
far. I knelt between her legs, giving me a good close look and
sniff of her pussy. I put both hands on her thighs and slowly
stroked them, catching her ass, then moving to the center.
I let one hand push into her, feeling her hot wetness. The other
moved upward and took hold of the soft, sensitive flesh that was
exposed there. I rocked back and forth, moving my whole body in
rhythm with the motion of my hands. I pushed my legs against hers
as I stroked her pussy until she came again. I didn't stop and
kept this up for quite some time. I didn't bother looking at my
watch or thinking about anything except making my sister come, and
come, and either ask me to stop or pass out from pleasure.
I hadn't done anything quite like this with a woman in a very long
time. I had used my mouth to give pleasure, but not just my
hands. I felt powerful holding her pussy, feeling it throb. I
loved the feel of her wetness on me, and the joy of her scent
drove me on to make more of it.
"Alex, I think I've had enough," I heard Terry say. She hadn't
said anything or done anything to suggest that this wasn't OK.
"OK," I said. I moved back away from her and over toward my
chair.
Terry got up, a bit wobbly, and came over to me and hugged me.
Then she kissed me, a brotherly kiss but it was on the lips. Her
tits rubbed against my chest, and I was so sensitive that I
wiggled under her as she did that.
"You're going to need some attention or a doctor. I can't leave
you like that, bro," Terry said, looking at my hard cock and the
veins pumping on it. She was right, but I didn't want to let her
do it. I had resisted doing more with her, but I feared that she
would not resist with me.
And I was right. Before I could tell her no, she leaned over, put
her mouth on the head, and swirled her tongue around it. She
softly rubbed my balls with one hand, grabbed my shaft with the
other, and rubbed my aching, sensitive bits. While doing that,
she moved her mouth up and down the shaft. I was going to tell
her to stop, but I could feel my orgasm coming. Now, if she was a
girl that I didn't know, I might have said something. But I knew
that she swallowed, and her actions would guarantee that it would
make it into her mouth. She pushed her mouth down almost all the
way, and I came. She held on until I finished, then, as my orgasm
subsided, she pulled up the shaft, pressing her lips against it,
letting her tongue flick from side to side. My sister gently
licked the tip, then all around it, down the shaft, and my balls.
"I've always wanted to do that, Lex."
"I could have guessed that."
Terry looked like she might do more with me. But I couldn't take
it, where it might lead, if I let that happen. I loved my sister,
and I couldn't let my desire get in the way of that. Nor her
desire, which seemed stronger than mine.
"This was very nice today. But I can't do this. I love you, but
you're my sister. It is like the time after the party, when we
got carried away. I was pretending that this was just teasing,
like when we tickled each other when we were kids and you let my
tickle your pussy."
"I know. And you really tickled me good today," Terry sighed.
"I'm sorry, I'm such a horny bitch, I can't let go of a guy when
I'm turned on. And it's not like you're ugly or anything, bro."
"Thanks. Um, does Martin know about what we've done together
here, before? Or about the night of the bachelor party?"
"No. You better not tell him. Or anyone, OK?"
"No problem."
"Would you be OK with hanging around here naked, still? Martin
might wonder about it if you don't."
"As long as you don't touch my dick, or anything else, more than a
sister should. And I can leave my hands off you, OK?"
"Sure, Alex. Hey, did you ever tell Maribeth about any of this?"
"Nah. No, I wouldn't do that. She seemed to have a hard time
dealing with us just being naked together."
"All-righty, then. I could use a shower. How about you?"
"As long as we don't try it at the same time."
"Hey, bro, don't you trust me? I promise, no more touching, just
looking. You don't mind looking at this sexy bod, do you?"
"Not mind, but I can't help what my cock thinks of it," I
answered. "OK, I trust you."
We did that, a nice, relaxing, non-sexual shower. I got dressed
and went home.
That should have been the end of the story. I've tried not to
dwell on what happened with my sister. The impact this has had on
my life has been far greater than I expected. So much has changed
in only a week. With the weather turned cold, it was unlikely
that I'd have a chance to test my resolve with my sister, naked in
the sun, until spring. Yet here I am, lying awake in bed, unable
to avoid such thoughts.
My mind keeps coming back to Terry. I know she said we wouldn't
do it, ever again. Why we won't, I don't know. I thought I knew
when I asked her, with my passion spent and social sense kicking
in. I asked for her not to touch me again, except in a sisterly
fashion, but how strong is my resolve? Pretending that it was all
Terry's fault won't cut it.
When she first touched me, after the bachelor party, I could have
asked her to quit it. When she held my dick in her hands, at her
house, going beyond a sisterly touch, I could have said Stop.
There was no desire in me to ask her to stop. My fear of her
touch, going beyond the limits forbidden us as children, only
excited me.
At the end of our encounter, even after she had agreed not to
touch me again, she was glad that we had done it. "I really did
want to do it, long before this. We just never had the chance,"
Terry told me. She said it, but it was my secret wish, though I
couldn't tell her that. As teenagers, we wanted sex. It was
forbidden for us to do it with each other, but we could look and
talk. Looking at her was wonderful, and I've thought of her
naked, teenage body often since. Somehow, we had avoided acting
on those thoughts then. But we hadn't forgotten.
I felt no guilt over what I had done with my sister. Even here,
in bed with my lovely Maribeth and my thoughts drifting to the
touch and feel of my naked sister, I didn't feel guilt. Not for
cheating. It didn't count, not with my sister, who I had loved
first. Not for incest. Not even for thinking of Terry while I
touched my lover, even as I caressed her naked body, feeling her
reality and my memories mix.
The Internet is full of information and stories about incest.
There are lots of free stories, some fantasies but others I'm not
so sure about. I've read a lot this past week, and what happened
with us doesn't seem unusual, perhaps not even wrong. No children
will result from our actions. We are adults, and no one else is
going to be hurt by our enjoying each other. It must be kept
secret from others who wouldn't understand, but I don't advertise
everything I do with Maribeth. Why shouldn't I show my love for
my sister in whatever way pleases her?
Yet here I lie awake, next to Maribeth, unable to sleep. We
played the "tickling game," touching each other much as I did with
my sister, except that, at the end, we fucked hard and long. She
fell asleep, sated, and I should too. I love her, and I am trying
not to think about my sister, whom I love as well.
Maribeth and I are going to get married. I didn't quite ask her;
instead, I said something like "I think we should think about
getting married" and her answer was, "That's a good idea. We've
been practically living together for a long time." That should
make me happy, except that the reason I brought it up was this:
If I'm married, then I can't fool around with my sister, it would
violate my marriage vows. As if it was really any different,
without the promise, in my heart.
The secret of my relationship with Terry is hard to keep from her,
my future wife, my love. If she kept such a secret, it would hurt
me, so I can't do less myself. Besides, I'm sure that sometime it
would come out. It may have already; Terry and Maribeth go out
sometimes, and Terry gets talkative when drunk. They get along
very well, and Maribeth told me that Terry will be her bridesmaid.
My fiancee may have more than a small clue about how I feel about
my sister and what happened between us. There is no way that she
missed how turned on I was after the sunbathing episodes. On top
of that, today she told me, "Next time you go by your sister's to
get some naked sun, I think I should come along."
Tonight's game brought out something else. I must have noticed
this before, but, when I touched Maribeth, it was so much like
handling Terry that I even called her by Terry's name. I didn't
see my lover react to that, so perhaps she didn't hear. Or she
did and wasn't surprised. They aren't identical, but they can
share clothes, including bras; if she died her hair and styled it
differently, she could pass for another sister of mine, same color
eyes, similar smile. I'm sure that I love her, but how much is
due to her being like my sister?
My sister's been invited by Maribeth to stay over at our place,
now that Maribeth's moved in, for a week while Martin's out of
town. Her kid is at my brother's place, so it will be just we
three. Maribeth says she wants a chance to get to know her
sister-in-law properly, like family. We are often naked in our
apartment, even when not making love. "Terry won't mind if we
don't cover up, and you've seen her naked before, so we can all be
naked together, just as if we were sunbathing," my fiancee told
me.
Does my fiancee really know? If she does, will she stay and watch
when my sister or I decide that our promise isn't worth keeping?
Would she join in? If not, if Maribeth gives no hint that it is
OK for us to do more, will Terry keep her promise? Can I keep
this promise, with my lovely naked sister sleeping in my home,
where we've been before and gone past looking?
I imagine Maribeth saying, "Touch your sister, it won't hurt. I
love you, she loves you, don't worry about anything. We're all
family now."
That would be so easy, wouldn't it? I haven't been able to bring
myself to ask Maribeth if she knows just how close my sister and I
have been lately. I've told her about some of what we did as
kids, naked together, even about the time we masturbated together,
and it doesn't seem to bother her. What bothers me is that I lied
to her about what I've done with Terry more recently. She seemed
to believe me, saying, "That's OK," about my being aroused by my
naked sister. However, she never intruded in my time alone with
my sister and didn't pry, even though I must have shown some signs
of being upset, excited, or whatever about it all.
When Terry comes for her visit, I won't be able to hide my
reaction to her, not if we get naked. I have no good reason to
avoid nudity with her. I'll ask Terry if it is OK to share our
secret with Maribeth and if she has already leaked it a bit.
Maybe Maribeth will laugh and say, "About time you got around to
talking 'bout that. Let's play!"
Is that what I really want? It isn't safe, to open our
relationship up that way. I can't stop thinking about Terry, and
Maribeth, and how wonderful having them both would be. It's
something to dream about, and who knows, it might come true.
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