Eric and I sat quietly for a long time; I leaned my head against his shoulder, and I could feel his hairy chest against my breast. After a while he asked, "Was that your first time, Lana?"
"No, not the first," I replied. "Although I went through a time when I was uncomfortable with boys, I made love for the first time when I was much younger."
"Really?" said Eric. "I would love to hear about it!"
I squirmed a bit and mumbled, "I don't think I want to get into that."
"Oh come on! Please!" And he squeezed me a closer and kissed my hair.
"It's a bit weird," I said. "Maybe even perverted."
"Well then I definitely want to hear it!"
I pulled away a bit and said, "I'm not joking."
"I know you're not," Eric replied, "and I'm not joking either. I really do want to hear, and I won't think badly of you. I've done a few kinky things too."
"OK," I said, "but promise."
He squeezed me again and said, "Ok, I promise to be understanding."
So I started. "Well, like I told you, when I was a teenager I was very comfortable with my body, and felt very sexy. In fact I was fascinated with my body as it developed. I used to stand in front of the mirror for hours, staring at my developing breasts. I discovered how good it felt to caress and squeeze them. That was also when I learned to masturbate. I reached orgasm easily, so I masturbated almost every night in bed. I saw my body as my personal pleasure machine."
"You must have been a very sexy girl," Eric put in admiringly.
"Well, I certainly felt that way. And the boys gave me a lot of attention, which I really liked, because they really turned me on!"
"Please go ahead with your first time," Eric said. "I'm sorry I interrupted."
"OK, but first I have to tell you a little about my brother."
"Wow!" Eric gasped. "You're going to tell me you had incest with your brother?"
"Please, Eric!" I cried, "You promised! You haven't even let me start!"
"OK Lana, I'm really sorry. Please go on."
"Well, like I said, I have to tell you about Bo -- his real name is Bill. He's a year and two months younger than me. He's always been big. At the time I'm talking about, when I was 16, he was already 6'2" and weighed around 200 pounds. Of course we grew up together, and we both matured around the same time. When he started to get hair on his legs, I was fascinated! (Even though I'm older, my own leg hair is finer, and came in later.) I stared whenever he had shorts on, and I would stroke his legs sometimes. I think he thought it was a little weird, but he let me do it -- I think because he had some obsessions of his own! As my breasts began to develop, I observed him looking at them often. Sometimes when I caught him at it, he was embarrassed, but usually he just shrugged and didn't mind.
"Like one summer day, I came in wearing a tube top and shorts. I saw him in the other room, looking surprisingly virile in his tennis outfit. On an impulse I decided to give him a bit of a thrill, so I pulled my tube down just a little more, revealing much of my boobs above my nipples. This provocative action excited me, and I felt my nipples harden under the elastic fabric.
"'Hi Bo!' I said as I bounced up to him.
"'Hi Lana,' he answered, but his eyes were riveted to my chest.
"I saw a sudden protrusion in his shorts, and looking directly at it I said, 'I'm glad to see you too!'
"He cupped his hands over his bulge and pushed it down, saying 'What are you staring at?'
"'Oh, nothing,' I said innocently, shrugging, and I tugged up on my tube top, covering my breasts, but jiggling them in the process. I smiled sweetly; he smiled sarcastically.
"I guess I should tell you that our family was pretty modest; we didn't see each other naked very often. In fact I can count on one hand the number of times I saw my mom and dad in the buff. Once we reached puberty, my parents discouraged Bo and I from any immodesty, but when they weren't around, we both got a thrill tantalizing the other. I would take a bubble bath, and call him to bring me something, sliding mostly under the suds just as he came in. He would parade in front of me in his PJs, with his hard cock poking forward, in effect daring me to look at it. I would return the favor by bouncing around in my nightie, which was quire shear. It was all harmless, but we got our jollies this way.
"One day I came home from school earlier than expected: an after-school meeting had been canceled because the advisor was sick. Dad was at work and I knew Mom was out that afternoon, but I figured Bo was probably home. The side door was ajar, so I just walked on in. When I got inside, though, I heard Bo groaning in his bedroom. For some reason I didn't call to him like I normally would have, but instead I tip-toed down the hall and peaked around the corner into his room. He was sitting on his bed with his left side to me. He had some sort of girly magazine and was jerking off. Well, of course I often masturbated myself, and I'd heard of guys jerking off, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it. He would turn a page and say, 'Oh shit! Look at that!' And then he would run his fingers up and down his cock (he's only about 4" -- even hard). Then he would moan some more. Well, needless to say, that really got me hot! As I watched him I rubbed and squeezed my tits through my bra. A little later I kneeled down, pulled my dress up my thigh, and started fingering my pussy through my panty leg. Well, he kept stroking his thing, mumbling about how great the girls in his pictures were. But soon he started running his fingers up and down more rhythmically, and stopped turning the pages. He started groaning louder, yelling 'Ah! Ah! Ah!' Suddenly, he grabbed a towel from beside him on the bed, and pulled it over the magazine. Next thing I know he's going 'Ahhhhhh' and I can't believe it, but I can see these drops of stuff shooting in the air! Then all of a sudden he stops, and he goes 'Ohhhhhh,' and settles back on his elbow, still stroking himself slowly.
"He was so busy jerking off that he hadn't seen me watching, but I didn't want to push my luck, so I quietly slipped back down the hall. I started making some noises in the kitchen, so he would know I was home.
"'Lana? That you?' he called.
"'Yeh, it's me Bo.'
"He came into the kitchen, looking a little guilty, and asked, 'When did you get home?'
"'Oh, a little while ago,' I said noncommittally. 'I was getting myself a drink. You want one? You look like you could use it.'
"He gulped and panic swept his face, but he recovered quickly and said, 'Sure, why not?'
"I left him in the kitchen, and picked up some clean clothes. He saw me take them into his room and came running after me. The Playboy was still sitting on his bed, opened to a big-chested bunny sitting on a fur rug. The incriminating towel was wadded up to the side, and there was a slight fishy odor in the air. I put down the clothes and stopped to look at the magazine.
"'Hey, what are you looking at that for?' Bo said as he came into the room.
"'Not bad,' I said, looking at Miss June.
"'What do you know?' he sniffed.
"'I do know something about tits,' I said, turning to face him, and thrusting out my chest. 'She's a little on the small side, don't you think?' (I suppose she was a 36, but I had her beat easily!)
"'Very funny,' he said.
"Handing the magazine back, I smiled and said, 'Here. Have fun', as I left the room.
"I think Bo knew that I had been in the house when he was jerking off, and that I had heard him. I doubt he knew I watched. In any case, we never spoke about it, but a kind of understanding seemed to have developed between us. We spoke more to each other than we had in the past of our problems and triumphs with the opposite sex. I arranged to come home early a couple more times and got to watch him doing it. Again, I think he knew, but neither of us said anything. Also, he started jerking off when just the two of us were home. He closed his bedroom door, but of course I could hear, and I think he wanted that. Later, he started leaving the door open a crack, and I peaked through it.
"Something else started about this time. I told you that we would play this little game, where I would ask him to get me something when I was in the bath. It became kind of a joke: Lana always forgets something. Well, the last couple times when we'd done this, Bo had left the door open a crack when he'd left. The first time I thought it might be an accident, but the second time I knew it wasn't and that he was watching. He hadn't seen me topless since my breasts began to develop, and I'm sure he was curious to see what they were like now. So the first time he left the door open, I let him see me washing my breasts; I wiped all over and around them with the wash cloth several times. I'm sure he didn't get a very good look though, because they were mostly down in the suds. When I got out to dry I stood with my back to the door. I did turn around once, but then I quickly pulled the towel up and started drying my chest. I'm sure he got an exciting flash, though, if he was looking. The second and third times were basically the same, but I let him see just a little more.
"The fourth time he left the door open was after I had seen him jerk off a couple of times, so I decided to return the favor. It was always exciting for me to know he was watching me wash, but the thought that someone would be watching me masturbate was almost too much. When I called him to get the shampoo for me, I didn't slide down into the suds as much as usual, which let him see about six inches of the top of my breasts. This was almost to the areolas, which, for the record, were about three inches across then.
"As he brought the shampoo, I smiled and said, 'Thank you Bo.'
"In mock exacerbation he said, 'I don't know why you can't get these things yourself.'
"'I'll get cold!' I said with feigned indignation.
"'Oh will you? Well here it is,' he said, and held it out of reach above me. I reached up several times, but each time he pulled it out of reach. Each time I did so I lifted my breasts out of the suds almost to the nipples, and as I sunk back down, they bobbed in the water. The swelling in his pants told me that my performance was appreciated.
"Finally Bo relented and gave me the shampoo. Looking at his crotch I said, 'You and your friend can go now.'
"He smirked and said, 'Yeh well at least I don't have to share the tub with two friends, like some people I know.'
"He said this while watching my breasts undulate in the water. I crossed my arms over them, slid into the suds, and said, 'Goodbye Bill.' He went out, but left the door open a crack, as I'd hoped.
"Well, Eric, I hope you'll understand, but I was so excited by then that I was shaking inside. So I started caressing my breasts, running my hands over and under them. I wasn't even pretending to wash them. I ran my palms over my nipples until they stood up hard and sensitive, and I pinched them between my fingers. I lifted my boobs up and squeezed them, letting them plop back into the water. In the back of my mind I wondered whether Bo was watching, but I was becoming more and more focused on my own pleasure. I started moaning softly, secretly hoping that if he wasn't watching, this would get his attention. Soon my right hand slid down from my boob, across my tummy, and through my bush. My first finger slid into my special place, and I began to gently stroke my clitty.
"Involuntarily I began to groan louder now. I became more violent with my breasts, squeezing them, lifting them, pulling them. I fingered my clit harder, and thrashed in the water with pleasure. I was in another world: I could have been diddling myself in the middle of the highway and wouldn't have cared. I moaned and flicked and squeezed and pushed, and was pulled up to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. Soon I started to cum, and I whimpered and panted as waves of pleasure washed through my body. My orgasm seemed to last forever, but finally the peak was past. I slid back into the refreshing water, and sponged myself off.
"A few minutes later I was out of the tub, again letting Bo catch just a glimpse of this and that. When I was mostly dry I wrapped the towel around myself; it extended from just above my nipples to just below my crotch. I quickly walked toward the door, and heard some furtive movements in the hallway. There I met Bo, looking guilty and somewhat disoriented.
"'Hi. Got to get the hairdryer,' I said matter-of-factly.
"'Oh. Sure,' he mumbled as I passed.
"The towel opened down my side as I walked, and slid down a bit further on my breasts. He was trembling with excitement, and I wondered with a strange thrill whether he might try to rape me. But he didn't, and a little later I heard him jerking off in his room. I went and looked through his cracked door. He was laying on his back, and no magazine was in sight. I had never seen him jerk himself so vigorously, or writhe so violently. Within seconds he was shooting droplets onto his stomach and chest. He fell back exhausted, leaving his now limp prick in the crease of his thigh. I slunk back to my room, and in a few minutes heard him taking a shower. I masturbated my way to nirvana for the next hour, and then dropped into a deep sleep.
"A couple days later my parents were away, and Bo and I were in our bedrooms doing homework. Through my open door I heard some low grunts and moans. I tiptoed out of my room and peaked through his door, which was open about six inches. Bo was on his bed, lying on his side with his back to me. He was looking at a magazine, and I watched his elbow move as he slowly stroked his dick. I'm sure he wanted me to hear, because he wasn't trying to be very quiet. I stood at his door, fingering my pussy through my skirt, and caressing my breasts through my sweater. It made me feel so good, and hearing him groan turned me on so, that I forgot myself, and whimpered just a little. Bo looked back over his shoulder, and as soon as he saw me, jumped up from the bed, and wrapped the towel around himself.
"'What are you doing?' he demanded.
"'It's OK, Bo, I was just watching you jerk off.'
"'I wasn't jerking off!' he shouted.
"'Oh come on Bo, sure you were. I've watched you jerk off lots of times, and I think you know it. Everyone jerks off. Me too, and I think you know that, don't you?'
"'Well, maybe,' he said, 'but you surprised me, standing right there.'
"'Well, don't let me interrupt,' I said, 'continue with business!'
"'What? With you watching me? I couldn't!'
"'Why not? You've done it before. It's just that I won't be hiding this time. Besides, I'm going to be jerking off too. Won't that help you get off?'
"'I don't know... It's too weird,' he complained.
"'Look, it's just the same as we've been doing all along. I always masturbate when I watch you, and I bet you do the same. The only difference is we'll be facing each other. It's more honest, and it'll be a bigger charge for both of us. Come on, let's give it a try!'
"So I reached up under my skirt and pulled down my panties and left them on the floor. Then I sat down cross-legged on his bed, hiking my skirt most of the way up my thighs. I reached up under it and started to play with my clit. Bo watched for a minute, then dropped his towel and sat cross-legged on the bed facing me. It was the first really good look at his dick I'd got in a long time. It hung across his balls, wrinkled and limp, about two inches long. He grabbed it with three fingers and started to pull on it uncertainly.
"'Look,' he said, 'this isn't going to work. I can't get turned on with my sister watching.'
"'Maybe I can help,' I said, and pulled my sweater off over my head. He stared at my tightly packed bra, and I could see his dick lengthening. 'It's OK to be turned on,' I said. 'Tits are tits, right?'
"'I guess,' he mumbled.
"Then I lifted my hands to the fastener, which was between my boobs. Bo watched with fascination as I unclipped it. When it was undone I pulled the cups away to the sides, and my breasts dropped out on my chest. He gasped, wide-eyed. His dick immediately stood up straight and hard against his pudgy tummy.
"'There they are,' I said, smiling and dropping my bra off my shoulders. 'I know you've been wanting to get a good look at them. Do you like them?'
"'Shit, yes,' he said. 'They're great!'
"I don't think he even realized it, but he had started stroking his hard cock with two fingers. My right hand went back under my skirt and I was soon thrilling myself with my first finger. My left hand squeezed, pushed, and pulled my left breast, which seemed to add to Bo's excitement. He began stroking faster. I reached across to my right breast. This allowed me to press my left arm across the left breast and stimulate the nipple with it. I began to twist and moan as I was raised higher and higher. Bo leaned back and was now jerking with his whole hand. I knew I was near orgasm, so I spread my legs and lifted my knees. Bo's eyes bulged as he looked at my pussy. I started pushing my finger in all the way, and was soon shuddering with orgasms. I screamed and cried in my ecstasy.
"Suddenly Bo yelled, 'Oh shit! Oh fuck! Ahhhh!'
"Cum shot up into the air, landing on his chest and thighs. A few drops even landed on me. Then he started to stoke slower, saying, 'Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh.' I was also coming down from my orgasms, and was playing with myself more gently now. Bo collapsed onto his back, groaning softly, and quietly fingering his dick. I saw a drop of white cum oozing from the tip, which almost sent me to another orgasm, but I was too tired. I leaned back too, letting the air cool my sopping pussy. I gently massaged my breasts.
"After a few minutes of relaxation, I got up. I leaned over to step into my panties, and I noted with pleasure how Bo watched my tits hang down. I pulled my panties up under my skirt, and picked up my bra. I wriggled my arms back through it, and was very aware of him watching my breasts jiggle against my chest. Then I bent over so that my breasts hung away from my chest again, and caught them in the cups of my bra, fastening it as I straightened up. I jiggled the cups so that I would fit in comfortably.
"'Do you have to bend over like that?' Bo asked.
"'I'm afraid so,' I said matter-of-factly. 'It's about the only way I can get everything inside my bra. Lifting both of them into the cups and fastening at the same time takes more hands than I've got,' I said brightly.
"'Shit,' he said. 'Your tits are unbelievable.'
"'Thanks for the compliment,' I said smiling. 'I like to be appreciated.' I pulled my sweater back on and bent over to kiss him on the cheek.
"'That was the best I ever had,' I said seriously. 'I hope it won't be the last time.'
"'Not a chance,' he said, and squeezed my hand. I went back to my room, flying on a cloud."
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Last revised June 21, 2002