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Subject: {ASSM} HomeComing pt.2- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, inc, mast)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 02:10:01 -0400
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"HomeComing" pt.2- By Master Bey Shaun-(m/f, incest, mast)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.

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This is the story of one of the most satisfying sexual relationships I've 
ever had; no one since has made me come harder, or longer, than my sister.








2.


The next morning as I came down to breakfast, I was apprehensive about how 
she would respond to me after the events of the previous night. I was a 
seething cauldron of conflicting emotions: embarrassment at having let her 
see me jack off; guilt at involving my little sister, who I ought to be 
protective of, in such forbidden activities; a kind of tender closeness with 
her at having shared such intimacy; and a thrilling hope that she liked it 
as much as I had, and might even want to do it again.

I entered the kitchen, to find Dad and Cathy already sitting down to eat. I 
came in nonchalantly, said "good morning" and sat down, glancing up 
surreptitiously at my sister, to assess her mood. My father gave me a 
perfunctory greeting, and Cathy looked up at me, and gave me a neutral, 
self-absorbed "good morning" back. I was in torment; I couldn't tell what 
she was feeling. I kept a cool exterior, eating breakfast normally, then 
taking my dishes to the sink. Cathy ate quietly, mostly looking down at her 
plate. I feared the worst; that she was upset about last night, or worse, 
really suffering inside herself at the perversion I had permitted to happen.

Our father got up and organized himself to go off to his work. As he said 
goodbye to us and headed off to the front door, I glanced over towards Cathy 
nervously, as she was rinsing her dish at the sink, fearing the 
confrontation that was to come. As I heard the front door closing, I was 
about to stammer out an apology for my behavior of last night when she 
turned around, looking up at me shyly, and said, "That was really amazing 
last night."

My emotions did a somersault, and I felt a wild surge in my heart, and also 
in my crotch. "Yeah, I thought it was amazing, too", I agreed, feeling an 
excitement to be having this conversation with her. "It was amazing seeing 
your thing squirting like that. I couldn't believe how it exploded." Looking 
at me appraisingly, she asked with a gleam in her eye, "How long do you have 
to wait usually before you want to do it again?" I said that I sometimes did 
it again right away, but that it was usually better if I let it build up for 
at least a few hours, or overnight. I asked her how it was for her, and she 
said that it varied, but sometimes she could do it over and over. "would you 
like do it again now? It HAS been overnight." she asked coyly.

At my blushing smile, she led the way into the livingroom towards the sofa. 
"Would this be ok, or do you need to be lying down?" she asked me, as we 
started to sit down. I laughed as I reached to undo my belt, saying that I 
could do it in any position. We sat on the sofa side by side; and as she 
watched interestedly I unzipped my fly, and slowly slid my pants and 
underwear halfway down my thighs, freeing my erection to flop upwards toward 
my belly. It felt so hot to be showing off my hardon to a girl again; I felt 
my dick swelling to rock-hard.

"Wow" she said again, studying it in the brighter morning light; then after 
a moment, asked "can I feel it?" At my silence she cautiously reached a hand 
out, and grasped it gently on either side of the shaft between her thumb and 
fingertips. Squeezing slightly, feeling its texture, she said,"It's so hard 
and warm! It feels like it's made of rubber." She tentatively wrapped her 
hand around the middle of its shaft; her small hand wouldn't go all the way 
around it. "Can I make it, uh, come? Would you teach me how to do it?"

The velvety feeling of her hand on my erection, squeezing it gingerly, was 
heaven! I couldn't believe such sensations were possible. As she 
experimented with pulling her hand up, sliding the loose skin along the 
shaft up towards the head, pulling my balls up with it, I felt a tingling 
playing through my entire body, from my head to the soles of my feet -"This 
is going to be incredible!", I thought.

I told her I would love it, and described to her how to grab the shaft a few 
inches below the head and slowly pull the skin on the shaft just up over the 
rim, letting it back down again steadily, over and over, being careful not 
to grasp the shaft too hard or to move her hand too fast. As she heard me 
talking she was trying out what I was saying, getting the feel of my dick, 
how much the skin would move, squeezing with different strengths, and so on. 
Her inexperience and tentativeness added to the stimulation; feeling her do 
me was incredible.

She was asking me how it felt, and how good a job she was doing, as she 
continued to get the feel of jacking me. Sighing, I told her how incredible 
it felt, that even when I was being jacked off by my friend it had never 
been this good; I warned her to go really slow so I wouldn't come too soon. 
I explained how much better an orgasm was when it was built up for as long 
as possible; she agreed, saying that it was the same for girls. I was fully 
swollen now, and each time she pulled up on my shaft her motion made my 
cock-hole pout, producing a slight "popping" sound with each stroke.

As she continued doing me she asked me about what my friend and I did 
together, and I told her how we would get together at one of our houses when 
noone else was around, and do each other; how we had started just jacking 
off with each other, but eventually through experimenting found out how much 
better it felt when someone else did it to you; so now that's what we did. I 
told her that we usually took turns, one of us doing the other until he 
came, or sometimes we would stop just before the other one came, and switch 
places again, drawing it out; that we could sometimes last for several hours 
that way, and had huge orgasms. She said she'd love to watch us doing that 
sometime.

As we watched her slowly pulling on my erection, a drop of cream oozed out 
the hole, and began a slow trickle down the front of the head towards her 
jacking hand. Seeing it, she asked me to warn her when I was going to come, 
so she would be ready; then she asked if I did anything special with the 
cream when it started dripping. I told her how you could just let it drip 
down and build up around the jacking hand and it would get nice and 
slippery, but that the best thing was to use a fingertip to softly spread 
the wetness all around the head, making it really slippery, and then softly 
tickle the head and rim, making an incredibly intense burning-tingling 
sensation.

Hearing this, she softly stopped her jacking, and using her index fingertip, 
started drawing soft circles slowly around the head, dragging the stream of 
cream behind her finger. I sighed, "Ahhh...", and told her how hot that made 
me feel. I told her she better stop soon, that I was getting near coming, 
and what she was doing felt too intense. She stopped, and asked me if she 
could just feel me up, if that would be less intense and let me last; I told 
her I thought so.

She moved her hand away from the tip, and reached it down to feel my balls, 
reaching with her other hand to trace the thick column that ran up the 
underside of my shaft. I warned her that if she stayed away from the head it 
should be ok, and to be very gentle with my balls. She put her palm down 
between my legs and hefted my big sack, bouncing slightly up and down, 
feeling the weight; it filled her cupping palm, spilling slightly over each 
side of her palm. Then she explored the shape of each ball, gently rolling 
them through her fingers, marveling at their size. She gently pushed my 
hardon down towards my belly, letting it bounce back up, studying its 
movement, asking if that was ok. I told her to let go and I would show her 
something; and when she did, I started flexing my groin muscle, making my 
shaft bounce up and down; then tightening and holding the muscles, making it 
stick straight out and swell even more, the head growing shiny and darker 
red with swelling, a fresh stream of cream being forced out the hole. She 
grasped the shaft near the base and aimed it different directions, up and 
down, side to side, exploring the way it moved.

I told her it was probably ok to start jacking it off again, and she grasped 
it with both hands as she had seen me doing last night. It was funny seeing 
her small hands on my big shaft, not able to reach around it, far from the 
base or the head; with more than an inch of shaft showing between them. She 
started jacking her hands in unison, asking me if she was doing it "right". 
I told her, "Just keep it up just like that for a few more minutes and 
you'll see how right you're doing it." She giggled, and said that then we'd 
just have to see. I told her that I was wet enough, so that if she loosened 
her grip a little bit, her hands would start sliding up over the skin and up 
over the head as she jacked me off, and it would send me over the top.

I slumped down a little further in the sofa, pushing my pelvis out farther 
so my dick was sticking out as far as possible as she brought me into the 
home stretch. She was leaning over my midsection, working on me intently 
with both hands. My shaft was soaked, cream streaming steadily from the tip 
down over her slowly pumping hands, running down wetting the dark thatch of 
my pubic hair. Her movements were producing a steady murmur of wet, sticky 
sounds, that were the only sounds in the room, our conversation dying as we 
concentrated on masturbation.

I told her to watch my balls; that just before a boy comes, his balls rise 
up and tighten a bit; I told her that if she slowed her jacking way down 
when she saw them rising, she would make me have the biggest orgasm 
possible. She leaned forward a bit more, to get a better view of my balls 
rising and falling as she did me- and after only about a minute more, she 
said excitedly, "They look like they're rising; are you about to come?"

I was too far immersed in my impending orgasm to answer her directly, but as 
I moaned assent she slowed her jacking way down, to maybe a stroke every 
second or two. I was delirious with pleasure; I felt paralyzed, my limbs 
rigid with ecstasy; my genitals felt completely engorged and stretched to 
their maximum, painfully so; I felt the juices pooling in my balls; and a 
huge wave of tingling energy was sweeping slowly inward from my hands and 
feet toward my groin, building as it came, until, when it reached my center, 
I felt my entire body stiffen, and my dick began pulsing spasmodically, 
sending thick gobs of semen squirting out over my chest. Cathy watched in 
amazement, and she kept jerking me off as the spasms slowly died down, when 
I told her to start easing off.

As I lay back exhausted, she told me how exciting it was to feel how 
strongly my dick throbbed in her hands while I was coming; and that feeling 
that, and seeing how strongly I squirted, and how much come there was 
shooting out really gave her a feeling for how hard I came. She said that 
her orgasms were wonderful, but she thought that I definitely won for 
strength; no wonder I liked to do it so much!

We lay back and watched my erection slowly subsiding. I felt a new kind of 
warmth, that I had never felt before toward anyone else, toward my sister. 
The intimacy of sharing so completely my most basic urges and actions with 
another person, a cute, interested girl, who seemed to accept, and even 
greatly enjoy, my most intimate needs and urges, was moving in a very deep 
way; and I felt a much more than just sexual satisfaction warming me.

Cathy got up and got a towel from the kitchen, and started to mop up the 
come from my chest and belly. She said, "After you rest a bit, I'll let you 
do it to me." I told her I didn't know how to do a girl, but I'd like to try 
it; and she said that then we were even- she'd teach me, like I had just 
taught her. As we lay back and talked, and she told me about her 
experiences; how a friend of hers had taught her about masturbating, and how 
they enjoyed doing it with each other on sleepovers.

She said her friend's name was Liz, who she had known casually for a few 
years, but really befriended a year ago. After they had started hanging out 
together at school, she had invited Liz, who was a year older,  over to her 
house for a sleepover. As they had gotten ready for bed that evening and 
were changing into their nighties, in the course of seeing each others' 
bodies the talk had gotten more intimate, and at Liz's questioning it had 
emerged that Cathy didn't know about masturbating. She of course knew that 
it felt nice to touch herself between her legs, but she didn't know how far 
it could go. Liz had then told her that she had a treat coming, and had told 
her to lie back and let her show Cathy what she was missing.

They compared their bodies; Cathy's breasts were just starting to blossom, 
and Liz's were more full and rounded; and Liz's pussy had a fuzzy patch of 
soft hair around it, while Cathy's was then mostly hairless. Liz had then 
tickled, pinched, and rubbed Cathy's breasts and nipples until she started 
feeling a warm and rich feeling inside herself. Cathy, at Liz's 
encouragement, was likewise doing Liz's tits in the way she was being done; 
after a while, when they were both "feeling hot", Liz had started stroking 
and tickling Cathy's pussy-lips on the outside, which Cathy reciprocated. It 
was a much more insistent stimulation than Cathy had ever done before, and 
she felt her pussy swelling and opening, and becoming moist, as was Liz's; 
they then began including the smooth skin inside their lips in their 
tickling and rubbing.

Liz had started rubbing Cathy's clit insistently, alternating with rubbing 
the outside of her little hole farther down; when Cathy had reciprocated, 
Liz told her to push her finger inside the hole while she was rubbing her 
clit; she tried to do the same to Cathy, but no more than the tip of her 
little finger would fit in. They did each other intensely for a while, each 
of them getting wetter and wetter, until Liz had cried out, and Cathy had 
felt her friend's pussy throbbing over and over; then Liz had gotten up on 
her knees and worked on Cathy feverishly, until after several minutes of 
this she started to have this amazing feeling surge through her, and then 
her whole body convulsed, as her pussy had its first orgasm. She said that 
ever since that night, they had gotten together regularly to do each other, 
just like me and my friend did; "It must run in the family!", she giggled.

As she had been telling me this story, she had lain back, and had let her 
dressing gown fall open, revealing that she was naked underneath it. 
Listening to her, I drank in the view of her figure; I hadn't seen any other 
girls naked except in pictures, and had been too absorbed last night to 
fully notice the nuances of her femaleness. Her breasts were not large, but 
were shaped very full and rounded, with prominent large, dark nipples; I 
imagined from this that they would be much larger when she was older, like 
our mother's were. She was slim, but already had the narrow waist and 
swelling hips of a woman, developed early for her age. She had a flat belly, 
subtly curving down to a cutely protruding mound above her pussy, which was 
lightly covered in a downy patch of dark, soft curls; and the lips of her 
treasure, which she had begun to absentmindedly stroke lightly with her 
fingertips as she recounted to me the story of her initiation into sex, were 
swollen pink and puffy (no doubt from the as yet unrequited excitement of 
jacking me off); slightly spread, with the reddish folds of her inner lips 
and the swollen tongue of flesh hiding her clit projecting from them.

I asked her if I could feel her breasts; in answer she reached out and took 
my hand, guiding it to her chest, and placing it cupping  the breast nearest 
me. I was enthralled with its soft, silky warmth, and gently squoze it, 
sliding my palm over its smoothness, her big nipple rubbing over my palm; 
Cathy's eyes drifted half-closed, and she gave a little sigh, encouraging me 
to continue. Putting her own hand on her other tit, she demonstrated for me 
how to tickle and pull on the nipple, and massage and stroke the rounded 
curve of the flesh, which I tried as I watched her. Her nipples swelled and 
stiffened, growing quite large, as we worked on them; she told me how good 
it felt, and that she could get very close to orgasm just by that; and that 
she and Liz liked to just do each other's tits until they each couldn't 
stand it, only then finishing each other off quickly by fingering each 
other's pussy.

After a few minutes, she pushed with her free hand on my arm, urging it to 
move downward from her chest across her belly; I stopped over her curls, 
running my fingers through them. They were downy-soft; clearly they were a 
fairly recent growth. I continued sliding my hand down her mound, my fingers 
moving down over the top of her slit, rubbing gently over her lips, bumping 
against the protrusion of her clit, sliding down over the moist folds of 
flesh sticking out from between her swollen lips, to cup her entire cunt 
softly against my fingers; she moaned softly, spreading her legs a little 
more, and pushing her pussy up against my hand slightly. She had continued 
to pull at her nipple as I felt down to her cunt, and continued my 
exploration.

I slid my hand back up along her pussy, allowing my middle finger to slip 
between the lips, dragging it very slowly upwards over the smooth, wet, 
silky flesh it found inside; first down into the deeper depression around 
her hole that I had explored last night, then sliding up along the 
increasingly shallow furrow, slick with juice, finally bumping up over the 
mound of her clit, at which point she let out a soft, pleading moan, and 
pushed her hips forward slightly again. I continued slowly dragging the 
whole length of my finger over her clit until I cleared it at the top of her 
slit, then I reversed my direction, lightly repeating the journey I had just 
made until my hand again was completely lightly cupping her pussy. I 
couldn't believe I was actually feeling a girls cunt! I asked her if it felt 
good, and she breathed, "oh, yes!"; I asked her if what I was doing would 
make her come, and she said, "don't stop, and you won't have to wait very 
long to find out".

She was now lying back with her eyes closed, completely relaxed, breathing 
heavily, her legs spread, her one hand still playing absently with her tit, 
the other lying forgotten resting against my hip; completely absorbed in 
getting masturbated. I was feeling very turned on by the relaxed, totally 
intimate sexuality of the situation, the openness with which she was letting 
me explore her most private parts; my cock, which had been reposing along my 
thigh where it had fallen as it had deflated, again began swelling, rising 
from its resting place, and slowly pointing up again toward the ceiling. In 
the slow gyration over my belly that it made as it swelled, it grazed her 
hand, and as she felt it she reached out, feeling for it, and grasped it. 
The sensation of her small hand on my shaft accelerated its swelling, 
quickly raising it to its full size sticking up over my belly.

We laid back side by side, our arms crossed, each of us with a hand on the 
other's genitals, slowly masturbating each other. It seemed like time had 
stopped; the only sounds in the room for this indeterminable interlude was 
our slow, heavy breathing, the slick, sticky sounds made by my fingers in 
her now dripping slit, and the fleshy, kissing sounds my erection made  as 
she slowly jacked me off. It was heaven. I was watching us do each other, 
when Cathy let her eyes drift partially open, and turned her head slightly 
towards me, and our eyes met; the mutual surrender to our lust that we each 
saw in the other's eyes was magnetic, and we held each other's gaze steadily 
as we continued our mutual masturbation.

Her pussy lips were swollen wide open now, and my movements had evolved to a 
period of slow, light rubbing around her clit, then a journey down to tickle 
around her hole, drawing more juice from there back to work around her clit 
again. She was guiding me somewhat with slight movements of her hips, as I 
was with her jacking, and she began to encourage me to push my finger more 
into her hole on each trip. It wouldn't fit easily, and I was afraid of 
hurting her, but her pushing was insistent; so I was getting my middle 
finger about halfway into her, and moving it partially in and out several 
times each pass.

She was panting slightly now, her mouth relaxed open, and she seemed to be 
sinking farther into her sex-trance. I could see her heart pounding in the 
throbbing of the veins in her neck, and her eyes were rolling back slightly 
under her eyelids. I was also panting; I felt so hot; the thrill of making 
her so sexually aroused, and her haphazard jacking on my hardon, were 
sending me over the top. Suddenly she whispered hoarsely, "leave your finger 
in, and rub me with your thumb at the same time". I did so, and almost at 
once, she closed her eyes and started quietly sighing "ah, ah"; I felt her 
whole body tensing, and suddenly her pussy clamped down hard on my 
penetrating finger. It gripped me tightly for a second, then released, 
tightening and releasing spasmodically over and over as she came. As the 
pulsing in her pussy started winding down, I felt my own orgasm approaching; 
as she felt my dick swelling to its maximum, she opened her eyes in time to 
see the first throb of my erection as it came. We watched a thick stream of 
semen flow from the head of my dick, down over her fingers, then dripping to 
pool in my navel; since I had recently come it didn't shoot, but its stream 
did thicken with each throb of my penis.

We lay there exhausted for several minutes, until Cathy quietly said to me, 
"It never felt so good before- I love doing this with you; and watching your 
big thing come makes me so hot!"  I told her that it was the same with me;  
I'd never had such a big come as she gave me today, and that she was very 
good at jacking off boys. I picked up the already soaked towel from earlier 
and started to wipe myself up, as she asked me playfully if we could have 
another lesson soon...

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