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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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