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MY SISTER JEAN. Chapter 2-3
By Billy G
Chapter 2 -- The Couch (continues here)
I really liked Jean. Heck, I adored her. She was a wonderful sister and I know
she loved me as well. So it wasn't an act when I set out to be her champion. I
stuck up for her. I defended her from my mom's sometimes erratic sense of fair
play and when my friends teased her, I'd only let it go so far. I'd let those
guys know that she was my sister and not to disrespect her. Jean, at first, was
uncertain, but her loving nature pushed right through. She spoke to me with
affection and began to engage me in conversation, at first about inconsequential
things, but later about "boy-girl" things. Our relationship had been changed. It
was growing more "real," never to go back to our old sibling rivalry.
Oh, my behavior around her hadn't changed. I was still trying to look down her
blouse or up her dress. I still listened at the bathroom door. But now, we were
closer buddies. She really liked me, so it was both easier to accept my
aggressive sexuality and harder for her to take offense at my shenanigans. Added
to that, I began to accept myself a little more and was far less hesitant about
letting her know that I was horny.
One afternoon, alone in the house together, she asked, "Can we have a
heart-to-heart?"
Grinning and with a pointed look at her left breast, I said, "Sure, girl, I'd
love to have a heart-to-heart with you. Your place or mine?"
"Come-ON, you nit. Be serious. I need to talk with you, so get your mind out of
the gutter."
Sprawling out on one end of a large sectional in the living room, I said, "Okay,
okay, Sis, sit and talk to me. What's happenin'? What's on your mind? Boys?
Yeah, I'll bet that's what it is...boys, huh?"
Sitting opposite me and giving special attention to a button on her shirt, she
didn't make eye contact, a sure sign of her embarrassment about something.
"Well...kinda...that is, I need to...well, I'd *like* to ask you some questions
about what boys think okay?" When Jean was uncertain of herself, she often
placed an interrogatory inflection on the last part of her sentences as if to
say, "You know?"
"Only if you share with me...tit for tat, girl. I'll tell you things what you
wanna know -- if you tell me what I wanna know...and no mincing around either.
Fair?" It was always better to establish the rules of engagement with Jean. More
often, she was willing to give a little before the fact. Before she became
embarrassed and dug in, I wanted her tacit agreement that if I were to tell her
"all about boys," I wanted reciprocity. I'd been pulling her in this direction
for weeks and she was ever less reticent to 'fess up.
"Well...okay, but don't get too dirty again, will you... promise?"
"Heck no. I don't promise anything, except to be honest. Where can you get a
better deal than a promise of honesty? The truth can't hurt you, you know." I
was shamelessly playing on her sense of morality and fair play, trying to
suggest that what she had to talk about was probably just as "dirty" as my
stuff. (*I* didn't even believe that.)
Still pulling on the button, "Okay, little brother." Then smiling, "I do
trust you."
Mentally rubbing my hands, I thought, yes...trust me...to try to get into
your pants, big sister. Affecting a nonchalant indifference, I leaned back
(and almost fell off the couch) and said, "Thanks. Now, shoot. What's on your
mind, woman?" (She loved to be called "woman.") Now that the general topic
was out of the bag and we'd established the ground rules, she visibly relaxed
a little more.
Swinging around, she put her bare feet on the couch her skirt down. Out of my
peripheral vision I noted that the hem of her skirt had fallen in such a
fashion that I could see well up the back of her thighs. This has potential I
knew but I'd have to be careful not to be too openly leering at her legs, at
least at first.
Again, nervously tugging at the button on her shirt, she sat silently for a
moment, I imagined composing her question. Whatever it was, she'd been thinking
about it for days at least, but now she had to compose the words. If nothing
else, I was patient. I waited without further prompting.
Finally, hesitantly, she stammered, "This is embarrassing, but . . . when
you...do you remember...uh, the time when you..."
"The time when I came?" I offered.
Blushing and tugging more on the button, she nodded.
In a soft voice I admitted, "Yeah, well sure. How can I forget? It was the
neatest thing ever happened. What about it?"
"Uh...I've been wonderin', that ever happen before? I mean, have you ever, uh,
before...that is...oh shit! I wanna know. Do guys, you know...jack...uh,
masturbate?"
Do guys...? I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. I'd been
wondering for weeks how'd I'd get Jean to talk about masturbation and now here
it was, right out there, and she'd asked me! Boy, was I going to have a good
time with this one. I thought it'd take a long time to get up to The Topic and
now, wham, here it was.
I almost fell off the couch again in an attempt to look casual. My dick was
already stirring. Cripes, I could see the bulge and I know that if she looked,
she could as well. I was now the one who was almost tongue tied. "Well sure guys
masturbate, Jean. At least everyone I know does, and all the time, or at least
that's what they say."
Jean gets restless when she's approaching an emotionally-charged conversation
and I was increasingly aware of her legs as she shifted them back and forth.
Abruptly, they parted as she crammed both hands, straigh armed, between her
thighs. I saw a flash of white, the crotch of her panties. It was more than a
flash. Actually, it was a several second look and the poochy bulge that formed
the crotch of her panties was the sexiest thing in the world at that moment. My
mind went right back to the memory when my nose was smashed next to her crotch
and the olfactory memory kicked in. I could smell her, I thought.
"And you?" she prompted.
"Geez, Sis. I'm a guy! Sure. That is, I mean, I have," I admitted in an
evasive way.
Tilting her head in way she had, she held out one hand, palm up and said, "Oh, I
supposed you did...I mean, the way you're always trying to look at me and all.
But what I was really wondering was, uh . . . how?"
"How?" How what I wondered?
Now, her voice more certain, "Yeah. Just *how* do you do it. I mean, the one
time I saw you...you did it against the table. Is that the way you *always* do
it? I just wanna know."
Laughing, I replied, "That was the *only* time it happened that way, Sis. That
just happened. I didn't plan it. I don't normally get off on the table...I
usually do it...uh, the usual way, you know."
With a trace of irritation she countered, "No, I* don't* know. That's why I'm
asking. I mean, if I knew, do ya think I'd be asking? I know how girls...I mean,
I don't know how guys really do it."
For a moment I couldn't believe that Jean was that naive. She *must* have known.
But, maybe she is as inexperienced as she said and I needed to give her support,
not teasing.
"Okay, I think I understand what you want to know. It's like this. You know what
a hard-on is, don't you...when a guy's dick swells and get hard...when he's all
excited? Well, when my dick's hard, I just wrap my hand around it and then
stroke it up and down. I almost always think of something sexy...you know,
fantasize while I'm doing it . . . and before I know it, wham! I come...and,
well you saw what that's like."
"You think of something sexy? Like what? A movie star or a picture in
Penthouse?"
"Well, I have thought of girls I've seen in sexy magazines, but most of the
time I think of someone I know, someone closer to me, someone who is real and
very sexy."
"Janey Pritchard?" she asked, naming the most outrageous flirt in high school.
"Not Janey. She's okay, I guess, but she doesn't get me off. No, I think of
someone who's far sexier than Janey when I jerk off... that's what guys call it,
ya know...jerking off."
Jean had succeed in pulling her shirt button all the way off and was
absentmindedly working on the next one down As her shirt opened and closed, I
caught repeated glimpse of the swell of her breasts above the lacy white bra she
was wearing. She continued to shift around as she became more excited and had
dropped one foot off the couch while the other, still bent, was up against the
cushion giving me a completely wide-open look under her skirt.
She was wearing bikini-style panties, very low cut in front and high on the
sides. The darkness of her pubic hair was plainly visible, for I'd picked the
end of the couch with the light behind me. Jean had to squint to look directly
at me while I had a clearly lighted, unobstructed crotch shot. The conversation
and the sexy view were getting to me. My pants were clearly bulging out and I'd
seen my sister glance at my crotch several times and then quickly look away.
She persisted, "Who, then? Just who do you think of that gets you
all...uh...hard and...and horny?"
Was she fishing? Dropping my right hand to bulge of my pecker and holding it
pointedly, I said, "You."
"WHAT?" She gasped, her eyes wide in surprise, her hand frozen with the shirt
pulled part way open. "What do you mean, me? Billy, I'm your sister for cryin'
out loud!"
Lowering my voice and looking hard at her, I rushed on, "Sis, I *am* your
brother and I still find you attractive. I still find you *very* attractive,
beautiful even. Why, you're the most attractive girl I know and by far, the
sexiest girl I know. I can't help that and I can't help the way I feel. I care
for you and I love you. I'd do anything for you. I can't help it you turn me on.
When I see you, I feel warm. When I see your breasts or your butt, I get a
thrill. When I think of you naked, why I just get so darn, horny...there's only
one thing I can do."
Jean sat, frozen, with one leg up which pulled the crotch of her panties into
her pussy. There was a natural silence. We just sat and looked at each other.
Now I was no longer trying to sneak peeks at her panties; I was blatant about
it. I knew she could see me and yet, she didn't close her legs. I could plainly
see the penumbra of soft hair high on her thigh, above where she shaved her
legs. Then, looking at the crotch of her white cotton bikinis, I could see a wet
spot. She was getting wet. She was getting excited, I was sure.
Chapter 3 -- Our First Sex
Suddenly dropping her raised leg, she pushed one hand into her skirt-covered
crotch and seemed to cup herself as she asked, "Just what do you think
about, Billy? I mean, what do you think about me when you, uh, do it?" She'd
taken the bait!
By this time I'd decided to turn up the intensity. Screw this pussy footing
around. Let's get going. "Okay, Sis, I'll tell you everything...everything you
want to know...I'll tell it all, but first, you've got to tell me something. I'm
way ahead of you and I'm feeling kinda funny about it like I'm all alone. Know
what I mean? So, before I spill the beans, you've gotta tell me things. Like I
know that girls do it too. And I suspect that you're just like everyone else, so
you probably do it as well...but I wanna know just how *you* do it." I'd
emphasized the "you" so she'd talk about herself and not about girls in general.
By this time her skirt was half way up her thighs and we were both cupping
ourselves shamelessly. "All right you horndog, I'll tell you. Yes. Yes, I do
it...a lot. I've been doing it for years...ever since I was nine. Usually I do
it when I'm in bed, late at night, but sometimes I just wake up hot and have to
do it again. Lately I've had to do it in the day time, and then I go, well, you
probably know where I go. You go there all the time!"
Now her skirt was at her hips and I could see her hands over her panty crotch. I
slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick, noisily sucking air between
my teeth. It was all hard and caught bent in my underpants. She stopped talking
and watched me, so I kept my hand inside my pants, holding my cock.
This was working better than my wildest dreams. I'd hoped we might "talk dirty"
and here we were, touching ourselves openly. I was getting more excited by the
minute. I could hardly sit still. The loving feeling I had for my sister right
then almost choked me up.
"Sis, I wanna tell you how sexy you are right now. You are just beautiful. I
love to look at your legs and I love to see you there and I'm going crazy trying
to see more of you. God, this is HOT and I don't know if I can stand it!"
Jean, it appeared, had crossed some emotional line of propriety in her mind. The
shy, embarrassed girl was gone and the provocative, sexy woman was emerging. She
was enjoying herself and she was turned on by seeing me turned on. She'd entered
the game without reservation. I just knew that. I didn't know where this was
going, but I was sure of one thing, it was getting more powerful and going
*somewhere* and I was going with it.
I suppose like most boys, I didn't imagine a girl would be interested in looking
at my dick; still, Jean had been watching me throttle my hard cock through my
pants for th last several minutes. Suddenly, I knew what to do. Pulling my
zipper down, I pushed my hand through my open fly and grasping my cock, I looked
at my sister and said, "Show me, Jean...show me yours."
Looking up through her lowered lashes, she smiled and said nothing but slid one
hand into her panties and between her legs. The wet crotch of her panties were
bulged with her fingers and I could see some dark brown pussy hair where the
pants were pulled away. My sister was really calling my hand, imitating me and
teasing me at the same time. When I began to move my hand, she moved hers. It
looked like she was running one finger up and down her slit, pausing at the top
to make little circles.
Put up or shut up, I thought as I pulled my boner out of my pants. There! No
accident this. I was showing my hard-on to my sister and waiting to see what
she'd do...run or join in. Then she surprised me. Suddenly standing, she reached
up inside her skirt and pulled her panties off. Stepping out of them, she rolled
them in a ball and motioned to throw them down, but then, as if having a second
thought, she let them unroll and held them up for me to see. Rolling her eyes,
she shrugged and tossed them onto my chest as she sat back down.
My dreams...my wet dreams were coming true. My sister's warm panties were mine.
The crotch was quite wet and her scent was strong when I pulled them to my nose.
Her panties stolen from the clothes hamper were hot, but nothing like the fresh
wet and warm ones she'd just stripped from her bottom. I could hardly believe
that my sister, sweet Jean, knew what I wanted and flaunted it for me.
Shaking my head, as to clear it, I stood up and skinned out of my jeans and
underpants. My dick almost slapped my belly as it sprang up. I stood there a
moment, my hips slightly thrust forward, cock at attention and asked, "Is this
what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. And is *this* what you've been trying to see?" She pulled her skirt up and
spread her legs for me. I was seeing now, for the first time, my sister's naked
pussy. God, it was beautiful. Her pubic hair was curly and thick on top. It was
trimmed on the sides and on the lips. My innocent sister trimmed her pussy hair!
Where have I been this century?
Scooting her hips forward, our legs overlapped as she scrunched her bottom
toward me. Her splayed legs pulled the lips of her pussy apart just a little and
I could see a wet pink inside. The scent of pussy was heavy in the air and I so
wanted to bury my face in her crotch. Below her partially-open cunt, I could
just see her puckered anus. She was showing me her asshole! My dick lurched
again, precome wetting the area around the pee hole.
I hunched my bottom closer to her and slid my legs farther over her's as I
continued to stroke my woody. The tip of my cock was only inches from her pussy.
I could see her clit as she pulled the hood back. She was showing me her little
hard-on. By now I was so excited I didn't know what I wanted. I wanted it all. I
wanted to jack off, to watch her jack off. I wanted to smell her, to taste her.
I wanted her to touch me, to touch my cock, my balls, my ass. I was nearing
circuit overload. I couldn't think.
Scrunching forward again, I muttered something like, "Let me touch your clitty
with my dick, Jean...Oh, God...let me touch you!"
She was beyond speech and answered with her pelvis. She thrust her hips to me
until our sexes touched...until the head of my dick, almost purple with stasis,
touched the hard nubbin of her cunt. I was mindless. I had no idea what I was
doing or what to do. I began mindlessly slapping her clit with my dick, between
the inverted "V" of her fingers that were splaying her pussy lips open. Slap,
slap, slap . . . I masturbated myself as I softly beat her clit.
Once again, my world constricted. Visions and images swam before me. I couldn't
tell fantasy from reality. My sister's pussy. The smell of her juice. My hard,
curved and shining cock pounding on her pussy . . . on her clit. Slap, slap,
slap. Her wet fingers...red nails . . . holding open her pussy. Groaning
sounds...strained, garbled, meaningless speech,
"Pussy...cunt...shit...piss...fuck . . . Oh, Christ...I'm coming."
"Come on me, come on me, come on me," she chanted over and over as I squirted
ropy spurts of white jism on her chest, on her stomach and then onto her pussy
hair. From far away, I thought I heard her scream. I must have blacked out for a
moment. My next aware sensation was being held. Jean had my cock in her hand and
was holding it softly, cooing as she stroked it like a feather. My body spasmed
again, a jerk that pushed an unbidden grunt from my chest.
"God, Jean...shit...Jesus H. Christ! I can't believe this happened. It was
unbelievable...incredible...fantastic."
"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "Please hold me, won't you? I do love you so!"
Continued chapter 4
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