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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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