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Holiday Incest (Incest - brother/sister (bg), teen, mast, pedo, first, anal,
oral)
Part I
Two Siblings, Only One Bed
It was holiday time for Jessica and Jack, and their two children, Gareth
and Wanda.
The family of four were a little dissapointed when they turned up at the
holiday site. They were staying at a park by the beach, the park being a
about forty quaint little log-cabins, with one, two or three bedrooms, all
linked by gravel paths flanked with flower beds and neatly mown lawns.
However, the family hit a snag when they arrived - the large three-bedroomed
cabin they were scheduled to stay in had been double-booked. The camp-site
manager informed them that they could stay in two smaller cabins, each with
a single double-bedroom, which sounded pretty cool to the kids, Gareth and
Wanda, who sensed a chance to escape their parents a bit by having their
own house to themselves (albeit a small wooden house!)
"I'm not sure," Jessica said, "We're not to keen on being split up as a family."
"It'll be fine," her husband, Jack, reassured her, "It's only at night we'll
be split up, and the two cabins are right next to each other."
"Well, how will we do this?" Jessica asked, "Shall me and Wanda stay in one,
and you and Gareth stay in the other? I'm not sure about the kids staying
on their own each night, they might...I don't know, stay up all night watching
TV. Accidentally burn the place down. Whatever."
"Oh, don't worry about us mom," Wanda said, brimming with excitement at the
holiday ahead of them, "We'll be fine! Gareth and me can look after ourselves.
You and dad don't want to be split up anyway, do you?"
This was true. Despite approaching their eighteenth wedding anniversary,
Jessica and Jack were still very much in love in a physical way and couldn't
imagine not sleeping together for a whole fortnight!
It was settled. The parents would stay in one cabin, Wanda and Gareth would
stay in the other.
"It's got just a double-bedroom," Jessica told the kids, "You'll have to
sleep together, so I don't want any bickering over who's on who's side, who's
taking all the blanket."
"We'll be fine mom," Wanda reassured her mother.
"Just as long as Wanda doesn't snore," said Gareth, receiving a light elbow
in the ribs from his smirking sister.
They went off to their accomodation, two small, neat little log-cabins near
the sandy beach. Jessica and Jack went to their cabin and their children
strolled of to their's.
Wanda was eleven years old. She was sometimes rather girly but mostly a bit
of a tom-boy, especially as she spent so much time hanging around with her
brother. Four-foot-six in height, Wanda had chestnut brown hair cut fairly
short. She had a cute round face, her eyes were deep blue and she had a sharp
little nose and the sweetest of angelic smiles. Wearing jeans and a yellow
T-shirt, Wanda entered the cabin, eyes wide with awe as she admired her small
little home for the next two weeks. She had no bra on, her breasts only just
hinting at beginning to grow. She had a cute little round butt though, hugged
tightly in her jeans.
Gareth entered the cabin behind his sister. He was twelve, three-months shy
of his thirteenth birthday, and had the same brown hair (albeit shorter)
and blue eyes as his sister. He had a charming face that was both handsome
but distinctly cute and boyish, and being a bit of a late developer in terms
of growth, still a good four-inches short of five-foot, he looked a bit younger
than his age. Sometimes he and Wanda were mistaken for twins. He was wearing
a black T-shirt and black jeans.
The front door to the cabin opened up into the large living area, with a
sofa, TV, cupboarsd and a fitted kitchen area in the corner. Gareth joined
his sister in ooh-ing and aah-ing as they prowled the living room area of
the cabin flicking on the TV, admiring the little ornaments on the shelves,
looking in the cupboards in the kitchen area in the corner and dumping their
suitcases on the floor.
"Let's check out the bedroom," Wanda said.
"Ok," her brother agreed, "Wherever it is!"
Against the far wall of the large living room area, there was a panelled
wall with two doors. Gareth opened one and found that it was a small bathroom
with just a sink, toilet and a shower.
"Nice," Gareth commented.
"This must be the bedroom then," Wanda declared, going to the other small
door and swinging it open.
The bedroom was tiny, a square-shaped room about twelve-feet down each side,
most of it taken up by the double-bed. The bed was flanked by small cabinets
on which were lamps and a picture of a medieval sailing boat hung above the
bed. A large window looking towards the beach ensured the cozy little room
was well-lit.
"Hmmm, nice," sniffed Wanda.
"It's cool," gareth said, joining his sister in the room, "A bit small, but
what the heck. We'll be on the beach most of the holiday."
The double-bed had bright blue covers and soft looking pillows. gareth sat
on the side by the window.
"I'll take this side," he declared.
"Oh, don't get so terratorial," laughed Wanda, who then sat on the other
side of the bed, "I'll take this side! And don't move onto my side brother,
stay on your side!"
"Who's being terratorial now!" laughed gareth. He got up on the bed and sat
back, sitting up against the headboard. Wanda did likewise, both getting
a small but barely conscious thrill out of laying on a bed with someone of
the opposite sex. They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking secretly
of that night, of what it would be like to be under the covers in just their
pyjamas, sleeping next to someone. Being eleven and twelve respectively,
Wanda and Gareth didn't have any sexual experiences to speak of so even just
the innocent (supposedly) act of sharing a bed with a sibling was a little
bit thrilling.
They were lost in their own thoughts a moment later when Jessice entered
the cabin and walked into the bedroom.
"You okay kids?" she smiled. She was a tall woman with long black hair, wearing
a short skirt and tight T-shirt that showed off her slender figure.
"Fine mom," declared Gareth, "We're just admiring the bedroom."
"It's a bit small," Wanda commented.
"Oh, don't worry, it's fine," Jessica said, "Your dad and me have a room
the same size of this. You kids are lucky, you're both small. Small kids,
small room. It suits you."
"The rooms cool mom," Gareth insisted, not wanting his fussy little sister
unintentionally clouding the first day of the holiday with her minor complaints.
"Are you kids going to explore later?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah, soon," Wanda said, "We'll go to the beach I think. What time is it?"
She looked at her little pink watch. "Half-past-two. It'll still be hot for
a while. Hey, fancy a swim Gareth?"
"Sure," her brother replied.
"Let's get our swimming cozzies. Are you coming to the beach mom?"
"Maybe later. Your dad and me will unpack first. You kids go and enjoy yourself.
Just be careful, remember to put some sun-tan lotion on and be back here
at four. Keep an eye on each other too, don't get split up and lost."
"We'll be fine mom," Gareth said, hopping up off the bed, unable to understand
why mothers worry so much when their kids are perfectly capable of looking
after themeselves, thank you very much.
Jessica left the cabin and Gareth and Wanda went to the living-room area
of their cabin. They opened their suitcases and fished out their swimming
costumes.
Gareth began taking off his T-shirt.
"Go and get changed in the bedroom sis," he said, fingers poised to undoe
his jeans.
"Why?" demanded Wanda.
"Cos I'm getting changed here. You get changed in the bedroom. Go on, hurry!"
"Why can't you get changed in there?"
"Because I said so. Go on, go into the bedroom. Unless of course you fancy
getting changed in front of me."
"Well, so what if I do," grinned Wanda.
"Doesn't bother me," Gareth insisted, "But I'm getting changed in here too.
I'm going to take off my jeans in ten-seconds whether you're here or not....ten,
nine, eight, seven..."
Wanda grinned and stood there.
"...six, five, four...are you going to clear off or not sis?"
"I want to watch you get changed."
"Three, two...one...look creep," laughed Gareth, "Stop mucking around and
go and get changed in the bedroom. Then we can go to the beach."
Wanda hesitated a moment then flashed her brother a grin before she wandered
off into the bedroom. There, she removed her clothes. Briefly she admired
herself as she stood nude, running her hands over her tender flesh. Her body
was approaching puberty but it was not in any hurry. Her breasts were pretty
much non-existent, just a tiny hint of budding flesh. Her nipples were dark
red against her pale skin. Wanda had no pubic hair and she ran her hands
around her pubic area, feeling the smooth skin and wondering what it would
be like to have a fuzzy patch of hair there like some of the girls in her
class at school, some of whom had loads of hair there when Wanda had caught
a glance as they changed after Physical Education lessons. Wanda let her
hands wander (pun intended) around her hips, feeling them still narrow but
fleshing out a tiny bit. Her hands roamed round to her bottom, which she
was proud of in that it was fairly plump, sticking out a little, not enough
to be prominent or chubby but still nice and shapely, something to be proud
of. One of Wanda's friends at school had fairly big boobs for a girl of thirteen
and liked wearing low-cut tops to show off her cleavage. Wanda may have been
flat-chested, but she knew she had a nice round ass so she showed it off
by wearing tight jeans or shorts that attracted the eyes of many boys (including
her brother Gareth, she'd noted recently)
"You almost finished?" called Gareth, knocking on the bedroom door impatiently.
"Almost," said Wanda, shaken out of her thoughts. She picked up her bikini.
It was a two piece one, bright pink. She pulled on the panties, feeling them
hug her shapely butt. Then she put on the top half, a little peeved that
she didn't really need it on account of her lack of tits, but nonetheless
proud that she looked good. Her small legs were nice and slim and her pale
belly was flat. All in all, she thought justifiably, she was a hot little
eleven year old!
She ran her hands through her hair and left the bedroom.
"All ready?" the boy said, grabbing a towel and trying to hide his obvious
appreciation of his sister's tender young body in the tight bikini.
"Yeah," Wanda smiled, eyes briefly appraising her brother's lean, firm young
torso. She grabbed her towel, some sun-tan lotion and sunglasses and they
left the cabin, locking the door before hurrying off to the sandy beach.
Ten-minutes later, the siblings were at the beach. The sand was fine and
light, the children's bare feet sinking smoothly into the fine white grains.
It was reasonably busy, but not packed, with other bathers and sun-seekers.
The sea was light blue and calm, just like the cloudless sky.
"This'll do us," Gareth said, laying out his large blue towel on a random
patch of sand twenty-feet from the lapping waves.
"It's as good a place as any," Wanda said. She lay out her pink towel and
threw her sun-tan lotion onto it along with her pink-framed sunglasses. She
sat down and took the top off the sun-tan lotion. Gareth remained standing,
idly looking around. There was a woman sunbathing nearby in a skimpy, two-piece
red bikini. She was about thirty, with a slim, sexy body, bronzed in the
sun and glistening wetly from a recent dip in the ocean. Her breasts were
very big and Gareth licked his lips as he looked at them. Worried he might
be spotted perving at the woman's tits, he looked around elsewhere. Splashing
in the sea were a couple of young women, also in skimpy bikinis, and nearby
a father stood up to his knees in the water whilst keeping an eye on his
daughters, who were about ten and seven, splashing and swimming about in
just bikini bottoms, neither having any tits to require covering up. Then
Gareth looked back to the big-breasted woman laying nearby, and more specifically
at her cleavage.
Realizing he was beginning to get a stiffie, Gareth looked away. He was trying
to memorize those images for a nice wank that night when he remembered that
he wouldn't be able to - he'd be sleeping with his sister! He figured he'd
have to do it in the shower.
"Gareth?" said Wanda, "Could you do my back?"
Her brother looked round. Wanda had slathered some lotion onto her skinny
legs and arms, also her belly, her tender young flesh glistening wetly.
"Do what?" asked Gareth, the images of female flesh still dancing in his
mind.
"Do my back," repeated Wanda, "Put some sun-tan stuff on it."
"Oh, right," Gareth smiled, and he knelt down on his sister's towel, Wanda
handing him the bottle and kneeling up, facing away from her brother.
Gareth squeezed some of the white lotion into the palm of his right hand,
put the bottle aside, and rubbed his hands together, greasing them up with
the lotion. The back of his sister's bikini-top was thin, most of her back
exposed. Not having much experience with physically touching female flesh,
Gareth savoured this moment as he placed his slick hands to his sister's
bare shoulders. He began rubbing, feeling how firm his sister's skin was.
Her ran his hands over her upper back and was grateful that his swimming
shorts were farely baggy and would disguise his semi-hard-on. The boy ran
his hands down to Wanda's lower back, rubbing in the lotion, aware that -
kneeling up and sitting on her calves - Wanda's bikini bottom had slid down
ever so slightly, just giving a tiny hint of the cleavage between her cute
round buttocks. Gareth looked down, his hands back up rubbing his sister's
shoulders as he tried to get a better look, admiring Wanda's bottom and the
slight rise of flesh of her buttocks above the tight waist-band of the bikini-bottoms.
"All done?" Wanda asked after a moment.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Gareth said.
"You'd better put some on too. I'll do your back."
Gareth applied the lotion to his arms and legs, then his torso, wanting to
hurry up and have his sister touch him. When he'd done the parts he could
reach, he knelt up and faced away from his sister, Wanda dutifully squeezing
some lotion into her small hands and rubbing them over her brother's shoulders.
She admired the boy's smooth skin, the toned muscles of his shoulders and
upper back. He was still very boyish, not being far into puberty, but there
was a nice hint of manliness hinted at in his frame. Wanda spent a long time
running her fingers over her brother's back, rubbing in the lotion, unaware
of how Gareth breathed deeply and savoured this moment forever, his eyes
closed as he felt his sister's gentle touch. He didn't notice his sister
savouring this moment, or the way she spent twice as long as was necessary
applying the sun-cream. After a couple of minutes though, Wanda finished
up.
"Fancy a swim?" she said, bounding to her feet.
"Race you there!" Gareth said, leaping up and sprinting towards the sea.
"Hey!" called Wanda, laughing as she ran after her brother. They splashed
into the sea, hurrying in to where it was deep enough to dive in.
The youngsters swam about for half-an-hour before they tired out and trudged
out the water, their young skin dripping wet. They lay in the sun for a while
on their towels. Wanda lay on her back and put on her sunglasses, semi-dozing
with her hands behind her back.
Gareth lay on his front, propped up on his elbows and casting sneaky glances
to the side to catch sight of the big-breasted woman who was now laying on
her front. She'd taken off her bikini, and though her tits were hidden beneath
her Gareth still found it fantastic to lay with his cock stiff in his pants
and lightly rubbing it by grinding his hips a little as he admired the woman's
bare back and the way her thong rode right up her ass-crack. Not long afterwards,
a young husband and wife set up their gear about ten-feet ahead of Gareth.
The woman sat down and brazenly took off her top. Her tits were average in
size but a nice shape, and Gareth glanced repeatedly at them as often as
he dare.
Eventually, Wanda sat up and declared it time for another swim. Gareth joined
her, and they were still in the sea when their parents arrived, laying out
their towels and a picnic by the children's towels.
Jack was tall, slim and had short black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing
just swimming shorts, proud of his body which he kept in shape at the gym,
determined not to let himself go like a lot of guys when they reached forty.
He waved to his children before sitting down, whilst his wife Jessica strolled
into the sea.
Wanda and Gareth stood in the sea, the water up to their chests, when their
mother waded in. Gareth couldn't help but admire his mother's body. Jessica
was thirty-six years old and had a body as beautiful and as mouthwateringly
sexy as it had been when she'd married Jack fifteen-years ago. She was slim
and elegantly slender, with breasts that were big but still very firm and
shapely, currently held in tight yellow bikini top, her cleavage deep and
drawing Gareth's eyes magnetically.
"Hi kids," Jessica smiled, "Havin' fun?"
"Yeah mom," Wanda replied, "The sea is relly warm!"
"It sure is," Jessica agreed, "You kids put sun-tan lotion on didn't you?"
"Yeah mom," Gareth said, his mind flicking back to the wonderful act of rubbing
lotion into his sister's flesh and the way she'd reciprocated.
"Is dad coming for a swim?" Wanda asked her mother.
"Not yet, he's probably going to sunbathe a little. I'm up for a swim though!"
Jessica leapt forwards, diving down into the blue-green water, her ass -
hugged by her yellow bikini - surfacing and vanishing as she dived down.
She then emerged, grinning, and her children dived forwards too, following
their mother as she swam further out.
Siwmming builds up a big appetite, and the family had a big meal that evening
in Jack and Jessica's cabin. The kids felt bloated afterwards and were content
to have a brief walk round the park, admiring the sun-set, before they went
back to their cabin.
"This is so cool," Wanda said, still in just the pink two-piece bikini she'd
been in all day, "having a place to our own."
"It's like we're a couple," Gareth laughed. He was still in his shorts. Gareth
closed the door behind them, locking it, and they dumped their towels and
things on the sofa.
"What time is it?" Wanda asked.
"Almost nine," her brother replied, glancing at the clock on the wall, "Mum
and dad said we should go to bed at ten."
"Oh boo, that's too early," Wanda complained, "We're on holiday, we should
stay up all night." Briefly, she thought about how she'd been titillated
at the idea of sleeping in the same bed as her brother, and she backtracked:
"But we do need some rest. It's been a tiring day."
"Mum and dad might see the light is on and that we're still awake," Gareth
explained. He knew that the bedroom window was on the side facing away from
their parent's cabin next door, but he too was looking forward to going to
bed, to laying next to his sister. Not that the boy expected anything to
happen of course. He just liked the idea. It was like rubbing lotion into
his sister's back that afternoon - an innocent and minor act from which a
secret thrill could be obtained.
"I'm thirsty," Wanda piped up, "Want a drink?"
"Sure," Gareth said, and he sat down on the sofa, shovelling the towels onto
the floor with a sweep of his slender arm and grinning at the way there were
no parents to wander into the room at any time and demand that he clear them
up. He watched his sister stroll into the kitchen area across the room, the
way her bikini was riding up into her ass-crack a little. He admired the
girl as she stood facing away from him, taking two tumblers and filling them
with milk. Gareth flicked on the TV and prepared to be engrossed in the business
news on CNN so his sister, as she walked over to him, wouldn't know he'd
been staring at her.
Wanda sat next to her brother, handing him the milk, and they sat and drank
whilst channel-surfing. They found a re-run of some old sitcom and sat and
giggled their way through it until nine-thirty.
"I'm off for a shower," Gareth said, dying for a wank, his cock semi-stiff
thanks to having Wanda sitting close to him (so close as to touch bare shoulders)
through the course of the TV show.
"Don't leave it messy," Wanda called to her brother as he got up and walked
off towards the bathroom, "I want one afterwards."
"Okay sis."
Gareth went into the bathroom, locked the door and ran the shower. He slid
off his shorts and stepped into the jetting water, reaching down to play
with his young boner immediately. His cock was utterly bald, no body hair
whatsoever on the twelve year old youth. His prick was almost five-inches
long and appeared fairly big on his small, five-foot-one frame. He was proud
of it, especially the way it felt so stiff that he imagined he could swing
his hips and crack the wall-tiles by hitting his cock-head against them!
Well, maybe his cock wasn't that stiff, but it sure felt that way. He pumped
his fist, closing his eyes as he thought of Wanda.
He thought of how pretty his younger sister was, the delightful round ass
she possessed, the feel of her skin when he'd rubbed lotion into her back.
Then his mind drifted off to the topless bather in front of him that afternoon,
then the woman with the big tits, briefly his mother, then to the pre-teen
girls splashing about topless under the watchful eye of their father...but
approaching orgasm, Wanda forced herself into Gareth's mind. He recalled
the gentle way her fingers had fluttered over his shoulders, the way she'd
slathered the sun-tan lotion of his back, and he imagined those hands gripping
his cock now.
"Wanda," he whispered as he stood in the shower, beating off furiously. The
image of his sister's cute butt in those bikini-bottoms was in his mind when
he hit his climax, his young sperm shooting out and splashing against the
tile wall. It was a powerful cum, the first that day (he jacked off five
times a day at home!) and Gareth's legs were shaky as he shot his load.
Sobering up once his climax was over, Gareth angled the shower head to wash
away his sperm from the wall so it gurgled down the plughole. Then he got
back to washing himself, lathering down his body and rinsing off.
He stepped out the shower and tied a towel round his waist before opening
the door.
"All yours sis," he called as he strolled out the bathroom.
"Thanks," Wanda said, leaping up and strolling across towards the bathroom.
Gareth went into the bedroom and threw on his clothes for bed - a white T-shirt
and blue shorts. He usually slept naked at home but he knew that was out
the question here! Well...maybe not, he thought. He could protest some sort
of aversion to sleeping with clothes on and demand that he be allowed to
sleep naked in bed. The problem was, he figured, his sister would think him
a perv! Plus, he'd only end up with a big stiffie and end up nudging Wanda
with it and making her squeal.
Gareth was aware, as he stood in his T-shirt and shorts, that he had another
stiffie. He heard the shower running through the thin wooden wall between
the bedroom and bathroom, and he even heard Wanda's liliting voice as she
sang merrily to herself in the shower. Gareth reached into his shorts and
played with his erection as he placed his head to the wall, listening to
Wanda's singing. It was almost hypnotic, the voice so sweet and tuneful.
Gareth though of his sister naked with just a thin wall between them. He
began to masturbate again, wondering if he could ejaculate again before Wanda
finished.
But he couldn't. He heard the shower turn off after a few minutesand quickly
took his hands out his shorts and willed his cock to soften whilst hearing
his sister brush her teeth. His cock flaccid, Gareth then took a deep breath
before leaving the bedroom and strolling out through the door.
Just as he left the bedroom, Wanda was exiting the bathroom, a white fluffy
towel wrapped round her waist, leaving her upper body exposed. Gareth glanced
at the girl's nipples on her flat chest.
"Oi, stop perving," Wanda shrieked, grinning despite her supposed protest
at her brother's stare. She raised her hands and placed them over her flat
chest.
"You've got nothing to perv at," Gareth smirked.
"Yeah well...stop looking anyway."
"Who's looking?" sniffed Gareth, strolling towards the sofa, all cool. Wanda
hurried into the bedroom. There, she took the towel from around her waist
and put on some white panties and a baggy pink T-shirt. She strolled out
the room and sat next to Gareth on the sofa, both watching a bit more TV,
sitting close together.
"Almost ten," Gareth later sighed, "Bedtime."
"I guess," Wanda said, using the remote to flick the TV off. Gareth turned
off the mainlight, just the silvery moonlight streaming through the main
window lighting up the room dimly and allowing the youngsters to make their
way to the bedroom.
There, with the bedroom door closed behind them, Wanda turned on both bedside
lamps as Gareth shut the drapes, both briefly thinking back to Gareth's earlier
comment that they were like a married couple. Here they were, preparing for
bed.
Gareth hopped into his side, pulling the covers up to his waist and sitting
up against the plump pillows, Wanda doing the same next to him.
"I hope you don't snore," Gareth smirked, repeating his earlier joke to try
and cover his titillation at sitting up in bed next to his sister.
"I hope you don't snore either," responded Wanda.
"Shall we go straight to sleep?" asked Gareth.
"What else are we going to do beside sleep?" asked Wanda.
"Read," replied her brother, quickly, "I meant, do you want to go straight
to sleep or read a book or something. What else did you think I'd suggest?"
Wanda just grinned, both of them briefly imagining 'doing it'. Like a married
couple would in bed before going to sleep.
"I'm wasted," Wanda replied, yawning dramatically, "Let's go to sleep."
"Okay sis."
They both turned out the light. It was a full moon outside and the thin drapes
let in a small amount of ghostly silvery light that, once the eyes had adjusted,
allowed the siblings to make out things dimly in the room.
They both lay there, on their backs, eyes shut, trying to appear completely
casual and unfazed but both concentrating on their situation. The bed wasn't
especially large and their bodies were fairly close, just a six-inch gap
between their shoulders. They could sense the warmth from the other's body
heat.
After a few minutes, Wanda turned over, laying on her side, facing her brother,
eyes slightly open and spying Gareth sillouhetted against the dim, silvery
square of the window beyond. Gareth yawned, shifting his legs slightly, one
of his feet nudging one of Wanda's feet.
"Sorry," he said quietly.
"S'okay," Wanda responded.
Gareth lay there, feeling tired but unable to sleep as he sensed his sister's
breathing. It was shallow as she approached sleep. Wanda was titillated at
being in bed next to her brother but she was exceptionally tired and felt
herself drifting off. Soon, she was fast asleep and Gareth lay listening
to the girl's breathing. She didn't snore though, not that Gareth would have
cared. In the stillness of the dark room, Gareth could sense Wanda's breath
- warm and tinged with the minty tang of her toothpaste.
Gareth's cock grew stiff and he gently slid a hand down his shorts, gripping
his cock but not stroking it, feeling it grow to full erectness. He'd never
had a stiffie whilst laying next to a girl before. He'd got a stiffie sitting
in class more than a few times sitting close to a girl, but this was different.
He wished he could jack off here, right next to Wanda, but he knew he couldn't
risk waking her. He just lay there, holding his dick.
After a few minutes, Wanda moved a little in her sleep, letting out a little
sigh as she adjusted her position, moving a bit closer to her brother. Her
head lay on the pillow just an inch from her brother's shoulder and she bent
one of her legs so that her knee was pressed lightly against Gareth's thigh.
The boy remained in a state of titillation at the proximity of the girl,
but fatigue was catching up with him. He took his hands from his shorts as
he felt himself drift off.
Gareth's adolescent cock remained firmly erect for a long time after he fell
into a deep sleep.
At six in the morning, the sun already climbing above the horizon and promising
another blazing hot day, Wanda woke up.
She was laying on her back and she spent a few seconds blinking and reorientating
herself. The room was bright, the thin drapes allowing in the bright sunlight.
Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Wanda yawned then looked to her side. Her
brother was still asleep, Gareth laying on his back with the duvet just up
to his waist. Wanda admired her brother's slumbering face, the way he looked
so charmingly handsome, unlike the boys in her class. She reached out with
a hand then stopped, her fingers hovering over Gareth's chest. He was still
wearing his T-shirt and Wanda was trying to wonder why she'd reached out
with her hand, realizing that it had just been an involuntary urge to touch
her handsome brother.
Wanda grinned as she remembered a naughty phrase she'd sometimes heard, 'Morning
Wood' - boys having stiffies when they woke up, especially if they'd been
having an erotic dream. Judging by the look of serenity on Gareth's face,
it was likely he was having some sort of pervy dream, thought Wanda. She
licked her lips and grinned some more as her hand hovered over the top of
the duvet, wondering whether to pull it back. She took hold of the duvet
and she raised it, sliding it down a little, right down and letting it fall
to Gareth's knees. He was wearing his black shorts and they were fairly baggy
so it was impossible to make out any shape under the material. Sitting up
- still in her white panties and long pink T-shirt - Wanda wondered how brave
she really was, whether she could go for it and try and cop a feel of Gareth's
crotch. What if he woke up? Would he shriek at her for being a pervert? Or
would he laugh at her and poke fun of her for groping her own brother? Wanda
wasn't sure. She didn't want to find out either, but she also had a tremendous
urge to try and find out if her brother's cock was hard. She thought it would
be so nice to feel or see a real erection - preferably her dear brother's.
Wanda sat pondering what to do for a moment. She then flexed her fingers
before carefully gripping the front of the waistband of Gareth's shorts between
her forefinger and thumb and lifted.
Wanda paused, looking at Gareth's face. He remained fast asleep. Slowly,
Wanda pulled front of the shorts down a bit, letting out a silent gasp as
the purple head of her brother's cock came into view. She pulled the waistband
lower, the veiny penis coming into view, clearly erect as it lay sticking
straight upwards across Gareth's lower abdomen like a flesh swollen rod of
flesh.
Wanda had seen a few stiffies in porn mags that friends had shown her during
giggling sleep-overs, but it was the first she'd seen in real life! She's
seen her brother's dick before, but only when they were toddlers in the bath.
Now, it was fully erect and - if no full sized - certainly more like a man's
cock than a little boy's.
Wanda sat there and admired Gareth's five-inch erection, wondering whether
she would be bold enough to reach out with her other hand and perhaps touch
it! Before she could make her mind up though, she panicked when Gareth shifted
a little. She quickly hoisted up the waistband of her brother's shorts over
his cock and lifted the duvet back up. Then Wanda lay down, pulling up the
duvet and snuggling down, looking all innocent.
It was a false alarm. Gareth turned onto his side, facing away from Wanda,
and resumed sleeping. The girl lay on her back for a while, staring at the
ceiling, thinking back to the sight of her brother's erection. It had looked
so great and fascinating! This fine hard tool that could - going by what
Wanda was lead to believe - give a girl such pleasure! It was there, in her
brother's pants, all hard and throbbing. She sighed, despondent that it was
ridiculous to think that her darling brother would return the crush Wanda
had on him. She reached down under the duvet and lifted the hem of her T-shirt
up to her belly, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her little
white panties. She slid them down to her knees, feeling liberate at her bald
pussy and ass freed from her underwear (although still under the covers)
as she lay next to her sleeping brother. Wanda placed her hands at her groin,
her forefinger quickly and skillfully finding her budding clit. She played
with it, as she had done almost every night for the last few months since
discovering the pleasure to be had down there. She eased the tip of her other
forefinger into her slit, pushing it in slightly, feeling her bald lips slippery
with moistness. Wanda stroked her clit whilst lightly fingering her pussy,
closing her eyes, her breathing becoming deeper.
She'd started masturbating five-months ago, not long after her eleventh birthday.
She'd done it just for fun in the bath once, wondering what the fuss was
about after a girl in her class had bragged of doing it and 'cumming'. Wanda
didn't expect to 'cum' the first time so was somewhat surprised when she
did, sploshing about in the bath and gasping in pleasured shock as she climaxed
under her amateurish but energetic fingerwork. Since then she frigged herself
in bed before going to sleep nearly every night, and if she was awake early
enough, before she got up in the morning too. It felt so nice masturbating
here next to her brother, recalling the way her and Gareth had applied sun-tan
lotion to each other's backs the night before and also the more recent act
of sneakily grabbing a look at Gareth's dick. She helped justify her actions
by remembering that Gareth had got a brief glimpse of her 'tits' last night
when she came out the shower with the towel just round her waist, although
she had to admit her brother was right in that there was 'nothing to perv
at', her chest being flat.
For ten-minutes Wanda played with herself, skilled now at the tender age
of eleven at friggery, rubbing her clit and sliding a finger or two in and
out of her slit in unison. She didn't climax everytime she masturbated, but
she did so quite often. She wondered if she would now! She though back to
Gareth yesterday on the beach, his firm torso glistening as he paddled about
in the sea. Then she thought of his cock, so proudly erect, riddled with
veins, the head so shiny and purple, sleek and smooth so it'd glide up into
a girl's vagina, then out again, then in, slamming in and out and in and
out making the lucky girl receiving the hard fucking scream out in pleasure
as her brother fucked her...
"Gareth!" gasped Wanda, involuntarily, taken by surprise by her orgasm. It
came upon her suddenly, the duvet around her crotch whapping around as her
hands speedily moved about under there, rubbing and fingering her cunt. She
screwed her eyes up, all the muscles in her vagina contracting and spasming,
the ripples of pleasure rushing up her spine and spreading through her body.
It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had and she almost fainted, rubbing
her slit and clit until the pleasure began to die away.
It was only after the intense heat of her climax had passed that Wanda opened
her eyes and realized she'd called her brother's name! She took her fingers
(now slick and slippery) from her cunt and she turned, eyes wide with alarm,
to her brother, fearful of him having woken.
Luckily, Gareth had not awoken. He still slept, peacefully. Wanda licked
her dry lips and pulled her panties up and tugged her T-shirt down. She spent
a moment recovering, getting her breath back. She still felt horny.
Gareth turned over at that point, laying on his back once more, eyes shut
and still slumbering. Wanda sat up, wondering whether to have another look
at her brother's dick, when she sensed him shifting about a bit more. Gareth
yawned and began to slowly open his eyes.
"Mornin' Wanda," he said once he'd finished yawning.
"Morning Gareth," Wanda said, casually as she sat there, looking down at
her brother, eyes wide with innocence, "Fancy some breakfast?"
"Okay."
Wanda stood in the kitchen area of the main room a few minutes later, still
in just her T-shirt and panties, the hem of the T-shirt reaching half-way
down her bare thighs. It was already warm that early in the day and the coolness
of the tiled floor in the kitchen felt pleasant against the girl's bare feet.
She'd poured a big glass of milk for herself and Gareth (who was in the bathroom)
and was busy making some waffles. She felt nice and grown up, having slept
in a bed with a boy and now standing here making breakfast, her parents nowhere
to be seen (albeit actually only next door). Feeling very happy indeed -
and fresh from one seriously fantastic onanistic climax - Wanda hummed to
herself as she made breakfast.
In the bathroom, meanwhile, Gareth stood naked in front of the toilet, eyes
shut as he pumped his hard cock. He'd waited until his sister had got out
of bed to make breakfast before he'd slipped out of the bedroom and here
into the bathroom. He'd woken up with a serious case of morning wood, having
had a fantastically vivid dream about a girl (anonymous in the dream, but
definately the same age as his sister) masturbating him in bed. It'd been
great and he thought back to the memories of last night, Wanda laying so
close to him as she slept, and also to the memories of her spending all day
in that skimpy bikini that showed off her cute round butt so well. Gareth
thought back to a few weeks ago when Wanda had accidentally left a pair of
her panties in the bathroom. He'd taken them into his room and, after hesitating
with feelings of guilt, he masturbated into them. His memory of that incident
was tinged with anxiety though, because he'd stuffed the cum-stained panties
under his bed and the next day - planning to jerk-off into them again - he'd
found them missing! He looked all over the place but couldn't find them.
Eventually he convinced himself that he'd thrown them out by mistake, but
a part of his mind worried that his sister had found them and taken them
off, probably to wash them and no doubt wondering why they were in her brother's
room.
Gareth pushed those worries out his head and just thought of Wanda, of her
lovely young body.
Mastubating furiously, it didn't long for Gareth's sperm to rise from his
full, hairless nuts, and the randy youth pointed his cock downwards and stifled
a groan of lust he spurted his cream into the pan. He shot a good five or
six pumps of semen into the toilet whilst imagining Wanda was kneeling next
to him and jacking him off. Then he wiped himself off with a tissue, took
a piss and flushed the toilet. He splashed some cold water on his face, put
on his shorts then left the bathroom.
"Oooh, waffles," he smiled as he saw Wanda standing and pouring some maple
syrup onto the two plates of waffles.
"You hungry?" Wanda asked her brother.
"I sure am. That looks nice sis. You're a good cook."
"Thanks."
"You'll make a good wife someday," Gareth said, casually, and he took one
of the plates and a glass of milk.
Wanda smiled, glad to be appreciated, and took the other plate and milk and
followed her brother to the sofa. There they sat, stuffing their little faces
whilst watching early morning cartoons.
After breakfast, they showered in turn and put on jeans and T-shirts and
sneakers before padding over to their parent's cabin, knocking on the door
and waking their parents up with excited requests to head down to the beach.
Part II
Onanism With A Partner
The events of last night for both siblings (completely unaware of the other's
activities and thoughts) didn't intrude much during the day. They went to
the beach again - rubbing more lotion on each other and getting a secret
thrill each - then swam about. Their parents joined them later, Gareth briefly
getting a hard-on as he watched his mother's big boobs jiggled about whilst
she swam. But mostly it was an innocent day - a big lunch at a fast-food
joint in the nearby seaside town, a trip to the beach again in the afternoon,
dinner at Jack and Jessica's cabin then the evening at a fun-fair down the
road.
At nine o'clock, feeling tired (or at least claiming to be), Wanda and Gareth
said goodnight to their parents and wandered off to their cabin.
"Was it okay last night, sleeping with me?" Wanda asked her brother. They
were dressed for bed and sitting on the sofa munching chips and watching
TV. Wanda wore a white T-shirt, this one a little smaller than the one last
night, the hem only reaching her waist and showing off her cotton panties,
which were pink and had a smiling teddy bear on the crotch. Gareth wore the
same pair of black shorts and a baggy Nirvana T-shirt he'd had handed down
to him from an older cousin.
"How do you mean?" Gareth asked his sister.
"I dunno," shrugged Wanda, sipping her milk, "I didn't...you know, snore
or anything did I? I didn't steal the covers or move about?" What she really
meant of course was 'you didn't hear me frigging myself next to you did you,
or detect me pulling down your shorts to look at your willy?'
"No, it was fine," shrugged Gareth, "You didn't snore. You didn't nudge me
under the covers or nuthin'." Of course, his sister hand nudged him with
her leg briefly, but that had actually excited Gareth. Any physical contact
did. He was having difficulty that evening keeping his eyes from Wanda's
panties that were on display thanks to her T-shirt not being as long as the
one she wore last night. "Nice T-shirt by the way," he commented, hoping
it would encourage Wanda to wear it again. He had a semi-boner at the moment,
despite masturbating in the shower a little while ago.
"Thanks," Wanda smiled, even though it was just a plain white T-shirt she'd
had for ages. She decided that she'd wear it again tomorrow! It was no coincidence
she was wearing it now. She knew it'd show off her panties. She'd noticed
Gareth glancing down at her panties a couple of times that evening and she
liked to think it was more than just the natural urge of any twelve year
old boy to look at any girl's underwear. She liked the idea that Gareth had
a crush on her. She wanted to fall asleep that night imagining Gareth confessing
his love for her, shy but confident, Wanda responding wordlessly by just
kissing him and stroking his...
"Want to watch anything else?" Gareth asked, dragging his sister out of her
thoughts.
"Huh? Er...not really. I'm tired. Fancy going to bed?"
"Okay."
They turned everything off and, after taking turns brushing their teeth,
were both sitting up in bed. Wanda bought a magazine with her to bed this
time and Gareth had a book (a science-fiction novel) and both once again
thought to themselves how much they seemend to be like a married couple,
sitting up in bed, reading next to each other in silence, comfortable in
each other's presence. Gareth wondered if that's what their parents were
doing next door, sitting up in bed reading (which wasn't the case - next
door, Jack was roughly cunt-fucking Jessica hard, his wife urging him on
with obsceneties, Jack finishing off by whipping his cock out of his wife's
twat and masturbating his hot semen all over her beautiful face, knowing
how much she loved a good facial).
Things in the kid's bedroom in this cabin were, naturally, a little more
innocent. The siblings read for a little while before Wanda yawned and put
her magazine aside. Gareth put his book aside and they agreed to settle down.
The lamps were turned off. It was cloudy outside so the moonlight was in
short supply, the room pretty much pitch-black.
Brother and sister lay in the darkness, the silence interrupted by their
breathing, the occasional tired sigh or gentle cough.
Neither of them fell asleep as they were both trying to remain awake. Gareth
wanted his sister to fall asleep so he could hold his cock (or maybe, if
he dared, rub it until he came) whilst laying next to his slumbering sister.
Wanda wanted her brother to fall asleep so that she might play with herself,
maybe even flicking on a lamp and seeing if she could slip down his shorts
and see if he had another hard-on.
Ten-minutes later, both were awake and waiting for the other to fall asleep.
"Wanda?" said Gareth, softly.
"Yeah?" replied his sister.
"Are you awake?"
There was a pause.
"No, I'm fast asleep so stop talking to me," whispered Wanda, then burst
out giggling, as did her brother.
"Can't you sleep?" asked Gareth, still sniggering at his silly sister's humor,
although he had to admit it was a dumb question he'd asked.
"Not really," Wanda replied, "What about you?"
"Nah, I don't feel that tired."
"You wanna read some more? Turn on the lamp. I don't mind."
"No, I'm okay."
There was a bit more silence. Gareth's cock was fully erect. He hadn't been
thinking about sex, but he'd just sprung a hard-on anyway laying there next
to his sister in the darkness, once again the warmth of their bodies, particularly
from their bare legs, circulating under the duvet and reminding each other
of the other's presence.
Wanda felt a real urge to masturbate, desperate to play with her clitty,
to rub herself to another orgasm that would surely have been as fantastic
as the one she'd had that morning. She was sure it was due to the presence
of her brother, being so close to him, having just seen his hard cock, that
had made her cum so hard. She shifted her legs a bit, feeling slightly restless
despite her tiredness.
Gareth's cock was so hard it ached. He also fidgeted.
"Gareth?" Wanda began after a moment..
"Yeah?" her brother replied.
There was a pause.
"What?" asked Gareth.
"I got a question."
"Fire away sis."
"Do you...do you think...er..."
"What?"
"Oh it's nothing," Wanda said, wondering why she'd been so bold as to even
think about asking the question she was about to ask.
"What?" demanded Gareth, wide awake now, his curiousity awakened, and feeling
excited because - though he had no idea what his sister was about to ask
him - he sensed it was something really serious and personel.
"Nothing," Wanda said, feeling another urge to ask the question - not because
of the answer she sought but because of the subject it would raise - but
once again put off by a part of her mind that says she was going to get laughed
at or worse!
"You have to tell me," Gareth insisted, "I'm all curious now. If you don't
ask me what you were about to ask, I'll die of curiosity in my sleep. How
will you explain that to mom and dad eh? Me lying here dead in bed, having
passed away in my sleep through a fatal attack of unsatisfied curiosity.
You'll be in big trouble. Grounded for months!"
Wanda giggled, the tension diffused.
"It's..." began Wanda, "er...you promise you won't laugh. Or freak out."
"I won't, I promise."
"Well," the girl began, feeling a little braver because of the darkness this
conversation was held in, "Do you think...it's weird...er, for girls to...play
with themselves?"
Some silence.
"Gareth?" Wanda asked the darkness towards where her brother lay. Like her
he was laying on his back, looking upwards. Their shoulders were just about
touching as they lay side-by-side.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm here," Gareth replied, "I just...didn't expect that question.
Why do you ask?"
"That doesn't matter. Do you think it's weird though?"
"You mean, do I think it's weird that girl's play with themselves? You mean
masturbate and stuff?"
"Yeah."
"No. No, it's not weird."
"Oh. Cool. It's just, I dunno, I heard boys did it but girls didn't, not
normal ones anyway. Probably nonsense."
"Yeah, everyone does it, boys and girls, at least to my knowledge."
"Do you do it? Masturbate I mean."
Gareth was about to say 'no' instinctively, because no right-minded teenage
boy would admit to it. However, his sister had clearly (by implication) admitted
to doing it herself. The least he owed her was honesty. Also, like Wanda,
Gareth found honesty was much easier in the darkness.
"Sure, I do it," he admitted, "Do you?"
"Yeah," Wanda admitted, happily, feeling so liberated to admit to this. She
felt braver. "Have you er...done it since we came here?"
Gareth sniggered.
"What?" asked Wanda, giggling.
"It was your pun there," her brother explained, "Since we 'came' here." He
sniggered some more.
"Don't divert the conversation," Wanda said, petulantly, burning with curiosity
about her brother and what he'd admit to. She decided he'd be more open if
she was. "I have," she said, "I've...you know, masturbated since we arrived
her in this cabin."
"Me too," confessed Gareth, his cock throbbing even harder in his shorts
now.
"How many times?" asked Wanda, trying to sound light and humorous despite
the intense arousal she was feeling. Her cunt was tingling and felt wet,
her legs instinctively parting a little. Her arms were by her side and she
fought the urge to stuff her hands down her panties and frig herself furiously.
"I've done it twice," Gareth confessed.
"When? Come on, tell all."
"How many times have you done it?"
"Once. Now come on Gareth, tell me when you've done it. When you've...spanked
your monkey!" She giggled.
"Well," began Gareth, "I er...did it in the bathroom that first night, when
I went for a shower. Then again when I went for a shower yesterday. No, wait,
I've done it three times actually, I jerked off yesterday morning when I
went to take a pee before breakfast."
"I hope you washed your hands!" giggled Wanda.
"Now what about you, when did you masturbate here?" Gareth asked.
"This morning," Wanda replied, wondering how much to admit to her brother,
"Early this morning."
"Where? In the bathroom."
"In here."
"The bedroom?"
"In bed."
"Was I...next to you?"
Wanda nodded. Then she remembered they were laying here in the darkness and
her brother couldn't see her nod!
"Yes," she admitted. You were asleep."
"I'd imagine so," giggled Gareth, "If I were awake with my little sister
jerking off next to me, it might stick in my memory."
Wanda giggled too.
There was a pause, Wanda feeling so pleased that she was talking about this
with her brother. Having discussed such intimate things with his sister,
Gareth's cock was pulsating with stiffness, desperate for manipulation, but
he was now a little unsure where this conversation was going. Was Wanda just
having a laugh? Were they to fall asleep now? Surely not.
"You still awake?" Gareth asked after a moment.
"Sure," Wanda replied. She was thinking about anything but falling asleep!
"When er... when is the next scheduled masturbation for you then Wanda? I'm
beating you, three-nil." They both laughed.
"Why? Why do you want to know when I'm going to frig myself?"
"I dunno. Just curious. Er...listen Wanda, this conversation is between you
and me right?"
"Yeah sure, sure. Don't worry. You think I want it broadcast to the world?"
"Just checking. Er...listen, Wanda. Something else. Er...I really need to
jack off. My dick's gonna drop off it's so hard it's just...I dunno, all
this talk of jerking-off." He didn't mentioned that his cock had been rock-hard
pretty much since getting into bed with Wanda.
"You don't need to ask my permission," laughed Wanda, "Beat yourself off!
Knock yourself out. Go for it. Just try not to get too much stuff on the
duvet!"
"Yeah but...here? I can't do it here."
"Why not? I did it next to you this morning. I really need to do it too,
I need to jerk off. Seriously! I don't know what the girlie equivilent of
a hard-on is, but I've got one! I feel really...horny. Let's do it together."
"Hmmm," pondered Gareth, "I guess. No wait, that's...weird."
"What's weird," asked Wanda.
"Jerking off next to you. With you awake and stuff."
"Hey, you agreed earlier it's not weird for girls to masturbate. And it's
not weird for boys to masturbate."
"I guess."
"So there's not much weird about...you know, doing it together. Next to each
other. You can go the bathroom and do it if you want, but you'll be all cold
standing there in the nude on the tiled floor!"
"Okay," Gareth said, brimming with excitement, "let's do it in here then."
"Righto," Wanda said, also excited.
"We should push the duvet down."
"Okay."
They both sat up, pushing the duvet far down the bed until it was bunched
up at the foot of the mattress.
"You gonna strip?" asked Gareth.
"I'll take my panties off, yeah. What the heck, and my T-shirt! If you do
too."
"Okay."
The removed their underwear and T-shirts, no need for modesty as it was too
dark to make out much of each other but dark, fuzzy shapes in the small amount
of moonlight that got through the clouds and the drapes. They lay side-by-side,
on their backs.
Gareth reached down and felt such relief when he encircled his hard penis
with his hands. He began to stroke it.
"Have you started?" he asked Wanda.
"Yeah," his sister replied, softly. She'd placed the tips of her right forefinger
and index-finger to her little clit whilst the respective digits on her left
hand were lightly stroking her cunt-lips, which were wetter and warmer than
they'd ever been. She began stroking and rubbing herself, breathing softly.
She could here the soft 'thwap thwap' as Gareth pumped his cock. She wished
it was light enough to see, to be able to watch her brother stroking that
proud and beautiful hard cock he had. She could turn on the lamp of course,
she felt no real shame in herself being on display, but she thought it might
be pushing her luck, that her brother might have an attack of nerves. It
was nice enough, she thought, just to be jerking off alongside her brother
in the darkness whilst he did the same.
They masturbated in silence, breathing together, delighting in each other's
presence.
Wanda thought she might outlast her brother as she'd heard that teenage boys
often shot their load quickly. However, after just a few minutes she felt
her climax rising. Her breathing grew heavier and faster. Her fingers were
working fast between her crotch and she began to lift her little ass off
the bed and grind her cunt into her fingers.
"Oooh, oh, oh," she gasped, "Mmmm."
"Are you cumming?" asked Gareth, pumping his cock in his fist, his own orgasm
not far off.
"Yeah," replied Wanda, "Oh yeah...it normally takes...longer...oooooh!"
It was a powerful cliamx, Wanda could tell! It burst upon her, her whole
groin burning with electric pleasure that ran from her manipulated clit and
lips and up into her young body. She jerked her hips, rubbing hard, moaning
softly and without inhibition, her thoughts fixed on her brother jerking
off next to her.
"I think I'm about to cum too," Gareth explained, matter-of-factly, breathing
harder as he began to reach the apogee of pleasure. "Yeah...here it is...uuuuuh!"
His cock exploded in his fist, his wrist aching as he jerked of hard. His
cock spat out a wad of sperm that arced through the air with such force that
it splattered onto his chest. Groaning, Gareth whacked off throughout his
climax, more sperm pumping out and splashing onto his stomach. He began to
slow down, breathing deeply, his remaining sperm oozing out his piss-hole
and running down his hands. Eventually he stopped his wrist action and lay
there, his cock wilting in his hand.
"You finished?" Wanda asked, casually.
"Yeah," Gareth replied, then took a deep breath, "That was nice. It was nice
doing it next to you. Did you cum then?"
"Yeah, I came! Really hard too. A good one." She was still idly stroking
her pussy, which felt wet, her fingers now very sticky.
"I'm er...a bit messy. I'm off to get some toilet tissue." He began to get
up.
"Get me some too," Wanda called in the darkness.
"Why? You don't...squirt any stuff when you cum. Do you?"
"Not really, but there is...stuff. Juices. Just get me some tissue anyway."
"Okay."
Gareth left the room and went into the bathroom. He stood naked in front
of the mirro, cum splattered over his young torso and dripping from his fingers.
Ee couldn't believe what he'd just done! It had been fantastic, masturbating
with his sister. It had been the most erotic experience of his life. Admittedly
he hadn't had any others really, and nothing anywhere near sex apart from
a game of you-show-me-yours, I'll-show-you-mine with a girl of seven when
he himself had only been nine. Tonight had been great! Wanda had clearly
enjoyed it too, she'd been the one to bring up the subject and who'd insisted
that they masturbate together!
Gareth grinned at his reflection, narcissistic in the warm after-glow of
his orgasm. Then he remembered the reason for being here. He took some tissue
and wiped himself down and washed his hands. Then he took soem more tissue
and turned out the bathroom light before going back to the bedroom.
The duvet was still at the foot of the bed when Gareth returned to the darkened
bedroom, getting onto the bed and holding out the tissue.
"Here you are," he said.
"Thanks," said Wanda, fumbling about and finding the clump of tissue her
brother held out. She wiped her crotch and fingers then put the crumpled
tissue on the bedside cabinet.
"I might not put my clothes on," Gareth said, "I'm hot," he lied, "You don't
mind do you?"
"No. Of course not. I'll sleep nude too."
More excited shivers ran up each child's spines. Gareth tugged the duvet
up over his and Wanda's nude bodies and they lay back. After a moment Gareth
edged up to his sister so their shoulders touched. Fatigue crept up quickly
on them and, despite the thoughts running through their minds, they were
fast asleep in moments.
The thoughts of last night were running through Gareth's head when he woke
up at seven in the morning. He was laying on his back, nude, his morning-wood
erecting a tent under the duvet. Wanda lay beside him, facing away, snoring
quietly.
Gareth needed a piss so he slid out of the bed and crept out the room. In
the bathroom he had to force his erection downwards to pee. That done, he
went to the bedroom and got back into bed. For a while he just lay there,
staring at the ceilling and stroking his hard cock under the duvet. Wanda
shifted a little in her sleep, mumbling something unidentifiable. She shifted
back a bit, still on her side facing away from Gareth, and the boy got such
a thrill when his sister's bare bottom pushed against the side of his thigh.
He let out a soft sigh, stroking his cock, thinking back to the noises Wanda
had made when she'd climaxed next to him whilst they were masturbating together.
Thoughts of his mother's body when she'd been on the beach in her bikini
- those big boobs, that fine ass, the long toned legs - intruded on his mind
a little but mostly it was Wanda he thought of.
Gareth was wondering whether to masturbate to completion when he noticed
his sister beginning to stir. He took his hands from his cock instinctively,
one of his hands brushing against Wanda's ass. The girl shifted away, turned
onto her back and opened her eyes. She yawned, stretching her legs and flexing
her toes.
"Morning Gareth," she smiled.
"Morning sis," he replied, "You okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Dunno. Just thinking back to...last night."
"Oh yeah. That was kinda cool. You don't regret it do you?"
"No! No, not at all. I was worried you might have regretted it."
"I was the one who suggested it, remember," Wanda grinned. "It was nice.
I liked it. Shall we do it again?"
"Now?" asked Gareth.
"Why not? We won't have a chance until tonight otherwise. How often do you
prefer to jack-off?"
Gareth was about to clam up but he had to remind himself of how open he and
his sister had been about onanistic activities last night.
"Well, about four or five times a day if possible," Gareth said.
"Whoa, you horny little rascal," giggled Wanda.
"How about you?"
"Well...only about once. Or twice. In the morning and then the evening. But
I guess girls are different. We take a bit longer to cum, usually anyway.
It takes a bit of time. You boys just spring stiffies, beat off, shoot your
load then go and grab a pizza or something!"
"Yeah" Gareth grinned.
"You got morning wood under there?" asked Wanda.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. A nice morning boner!" They both giggled.
: "Let's jerk-off again then," Wanda said, "I feel the urge."
Gareth nodded and was about to push the covers down, like they'd done last
night, but he remembered that it had been dark last night. The room was fully
lit now, the day outside cloudless and bright. He realized he and his sister
would see each other completely.
"You wanna push the covers down?" he asked Wanda.
"Sure," his sister replied, "If you want to, that is."
"We'll see each other nude."
"Does that bother you?"
"No. Not at all. Just...whatever. Doesn't matter. Okay, here goes." Gareth
shoved the duvet down, Wanda helping him, both sniggering childishly when
the duvet slid off the bottom of the bed. Both glanced briefly at each other's
nudity then lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Gareth gripped his hard
cock and began stroking it. Wanda stroked her slit with one hand but was
unable to concentrate. She glanced over at Gareth's cock, sticking up straight
in his pumping fist, the boy breathing softly. Gareth glanced at his sister's
groin, then looked away. Then he looked back, watching his sister's fingers
work between her legs. He looked up at Wanda's face and they made eye-contact.
"What?" he queried, noticing his sister's intense gaze at him, noting how
pretty and adorable her charming face was.
"Nothin'" shrugged Wanda, "Just...lookin'. You don't me looking at your willie
do you?"
"So long as I can look at yours."
"I don't have a willie," giggled Wanda.
"I'm glad to hear! You know what I mean. You don't mind me looking at your...pussy."
"Go for it," grinned Wanda, "What do you think about when jerking off?"
"The usual," Gareth replied, him and his sister playing with themselves whilst
looking into each other's eyes, "Naked women. And girls. Pussies. Boobs.
What about you?"
"Big cocks," Wanda laughed, "Seriously! Nice hard tools, randy young boys...and
men, I mean...doing 'it' to women and girls. I was thinking," she continued,
"if you think about naked girls and pussies and that, why bother just imagining
them when you've got a naked girl with a pussy in front of you? Namely me?
You can look at me whilst beating off, and I can look at your dick whilst
playing with myself. Does that sound okay?"
"It sounds fine sis. I can't get a good look here, shall we kneel up or something?"
"Okay."
They both sat up and adjusted their positions, so that they knelt in the
center of the bed, facing each other, knees touching. They made eye-contact
and grinned before Wanda looked down, admiring her brother's young, slim
body and more specifically his hairless groin, his hard tool which he was
pumping slowly in his fist. Deciding that if his sister was going to eye
him up without any shame, Gareth appraised his sister. Even though she didn't
have any tits, he still felt fascinated by her chest, her little stiff nipples
mainly. Then he looked down, past her flat belly to her pussy. Wanda's thighs
were parted and she had her right hand over her slit and working two fingers
into it, whilst her left hand rubbed her clit.
"I can't see properly," complained Brett, "Your hands are in the way of your
pussy."
"That better?" asked Wanda, taking her hands away, revealing her bald slit
in all it's glory.
"How do you...do it?" asked Gareth, slowling down his fist as he gazed down
at his sister's groin, "Do you just finger it?"
"Not quite," Wanda explained, "I rub the lips mainly, these things." She
pointed with a finger to her bald lips which were pink and glistening with
moistness. "Then there's this thing, the clitoris, or clit," she added, pointing
to the budding little bean above her lips.
"Oh yeah, I've heard of that," nodded Gareth, "It's like, an erogenous zone
or something."
"Yeah, it feels nice rubbing it. I rub it with one hands and run my fingers
over the lips. I push a finger or two in, but that's not the main activity.
How do you do yours? Do you just grip it and rub up and down?"
"Pretty much," Gareth confirmed, taking his hands from his erection, his
sister looking down at it, examining the proud five-inch tool that pointed
heavenward, "It shoots stuff when the blood pumps fast enough. Thinking of
naked girls makes enough blood pump around the willie so it gets hard, then
friction - with your fist or er, putting it in a girl's thingie - makes the
cum eventually rise up. And it shoots out the hole here, in the glans, the
same hole I pee out of."
Wanda nodded, fascinated. "We touched on that in sex-ed," she explained,
"But we had just diagrams! No practical demonstration. I want to er...see
you cum this time. Does it all spurt out, the cum?"
"Yeah."
"How far? Does it shoot out, like...across the room or summat?"
"No," laughed Gareth, "Not quite. It can shoot out a foot or two sometimes,
up to my chest if I'm laying back. Other times it just oozes out. So, you
wanna see it?"
"Sure! Whack off to completion, it'd be cool to watch."
"As long as I can watch you cum."
"It's not that spectacular, nothing spurts out like with you boys. But you
can watch anyway. Let's do it together, facing each other."
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