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Subject: Incest story: "Cindy" part 3
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Cindy
Part Three:
Two weeks earlier, Cindy had been introduced to the mysteries
of sex and incest by her big brother Billy. One afternoon Cindy had
come home from school early. Her physical education class had been
scheduled to participate in an intra-mural track meet but the meet
had been canceled because of rain. So, unexpectedly and with noth
ing to do, Cindy had arrived home a full two hours ahead of her usu
al time.
Putting her schoolbooks down on the kitchen counter, Cindy
quietly headed up the stairs to her bedroom. She was moving slowly,
deep in thought. She was thinking about how disappointed she was
that the track meet had been canceled. However, her disappointment
wasn't just over the contest, she realized. She had also been look
ing forward to changing clothes with the other girls in the locker
room, and then showering with them after the meet.
Cindy had only recently begun to blossom into womanhood. Other
girls in her class had begun developing already. Marla Brown had
even started wearing a bra last year. Some of the kids had accused
her of wearing falsies but Cindy knew Marla's breasts were real.
Marla had her gym locker right next to Cindy's and Cindy had the op
portunity to watch Marla develop from flat-chested pre-pubescence
into succulent, ripe, near-womanhood.
With growing dismay, Cindy saw her own breasts remain flat, un
distinguished little mounds, while Marla's quickly grew into lus-
cious, melon-sized breasts with hard pink nipples right in the cen
ter of each. Then, suddenly, miraculously, in the course of one
summer vacation, Cindy's breasts had begun to develop also.
That September, when she returned to school, Cindy took advan
tage of every opportunity that afforded itself to compare her
breasts with the other girls. Hers were not the biggest breasts in
the school, she didn't want that, but they were among the best
shaped and best proportioned among all the others. Cindy was very
proud of them.
That was why Cindy was feeling disappointed that afternoon.
She had hoped to use that opportunity to compare herself with the
girls in the other classes, girls she normally didn't have the op
portunity to change clothes or shower with. Now, it seemed, she
might never have that opportunity and she would have to just guess
what they looked like under their clothes.
She was also aware, even though it was only a vary faint aware-
ness, that the idea of seeing those other girls with their clothes
off made her sexually excited. The first time she had gotten a-
roused was one afternoon after gym class when she and Marla were
getting out of their gym suits.
"Oh, darn it!" Marla's back was turned to Cindy.
"What's wrong, Marla?" Cindy asked.
"It's this stupid bra," Marla said, turning to face her friend.
Marla was about five feet, four inches tall, a little shorter
than Cindy. Both girls had fair skin and slender bodies and could
almost be taken for sisters. They both had pert little noses set
above wide, full-lipped mouths. Each had a naturally innocent, ex
pectant look on her face. However, Cindy's hair was pale, honey-
colored blonde and her eyes ice-blue while Marla's hair was fiery
red and her eyes mischievous green.
Marla held the bra in question out for Cindy to have a better
look at it. Both girls had finished their showers and were getting
dressed. Cindy was already buttoning her blouse but Marla had so
far only put on her panties.
"I don't know what's wrong with it," Marla explained. "When I
try to hook it in back, it pinches me in front. Can you help me,
please?"
"Sure," Cindy replied, a little uncertainly. "What do you
want me to do?"
Marla looked her long and steady in the eye before answering.
The delay made Cindy think that she wanted to say something other
than what she finally did say.
"See if you can hold it down under my boobies while I hook it."
"Sure." Cindy held down the bottom edge of the bra.
"No, it's still pinching me," Marla complained, "see if you
can fix it."
Obediently, Cindy slipped her fingers under the white material
and pushed her friend's breasts up and out the way. The contact of
her fingers against the soft flesh sent electric shocks through her.
She felt her cheeks glow red. She cast her eyes down, not wanting
to let her friend see the excitement and uncertainty she had a-
roused.
"That's better, thanks, Cindy," Marla said as she hooked the
bra straps together behind her back. The motion made her breasts
stick out provocatively in front of her.
Cindy couldn't take her eyes off her friend's voluptuous body.
She even thought she could see Marla's nipples get hard and stiff
beneath the soft fabric of her bra.
Cindy had heard about lesbians, women who liked other women and
not men, but she never thought of herself as one. That incident
with Marla, although never repeated, had made her doubt and wonder
about her own sexuality. Cindy thought she liked boys. She had
never dated one, it was true, nor had she ever kissed or even
touched one, but she always had thought that it was just a matter of
time. She was still young, she told herself, practically still a
kid. She still had plenty of time.
Besides, all the boys in her class were still just that, boys.
They were all too immature to be taken seriously. And all the older
boys, well, Cindy guessed, they just hadn't gotten around to notic
ing her yet, that was all, she told herself.
Such were the thoughts that were swimming through Cindy's mind
that afternoon as she climbed the stairs to her room. She walked
down the hall, lost in wondering about herself and other girls, her
self and boys, and just herself and sex, when she heard what she
thought were strange noises coming from Billy's room.
She couldn't tell what the noises were. It sounded as if he
were sick or exercising, or both. She could hear him groaning as if
he were in pain, but at the same time he was panting as if he were
working out or something like that.
Quietly, Cindy crept down the hall to her big brother's room.
the door was slightly ajar and she put her eye to the crack so she
could see inside. What she saw was like nothing she had ever seen
or imagined before.
Billy was lying on his back on his bed. His pants were around
his knees and his right hand was on his crotch. In his left hand he
held a magazine. Even from across the room, Cindy could see he was
looking at pictures of naked women.
Billy's right hand started to move and Cindy watched in fasci-
nation. Billy was masturbating himself! Cindy had seen him mastur
bating once before but she had been too scared to say or do anything
about it at the time. She had started playing with herself down
there between her legs, but she didn't know what she was doing, only
that it felt good.
Even to her totally inexperienced eyes, Billy's cock looked es
pecially long and thick. The helmet shaped head was the size and
color of a ripe plum. Billy's hand moved up and down, pulling the
loose skin over the thick shaft in a steady rhythm.
Cindy stared as if she were hypnotized. She felt rooted to the
spot. She couldn't have left if she had wanted to, and she didn't
want to. A new sensation was coursing through her body, one she had
never felt before.
Cindy felt fluttery in her stomach, like butterflies only more
intense. At the same time she felt her knees get rubbery and a sen
sation of great heat began to grow in her thighs. Her little pussy
was hot and itchy. She felt she had to touch it, rub it, do some
thing to relieve the burning itch that was growing there.
She pulled her skirt up to her waist and slipped her hand in
side her panties. Her fingers moved down her flat belly and found
the few wisps of pubic hair that had started to grow on her still
undeveloped pube.
Involuntarily, Cindy gasped with pleasure. She had never de
liberately touched herself there before. Only when she was washing
herself or drying off after a shower had she ever touched her pri
vate spot. Well, except when she had to dry herself after taking a
pee, but that didn't count, it was too dirty.
This was dirty, too, she thought. But the thought did not stop
her. She was too excited by what she saw her big brother doing to
be able to stop herself from doing the same thing to herself.
Cindy's left hand moved under her panties to join her right
one. With the first and second fingers of her left hand, she spread
open her little pussy lips and with the middle finger of her right
hand she explored the soft, virgin folds within.
Involuntarily, she caught her breath, making a sharp gasping
noise. She had never thought that simply touching herself could
feel so good. She closed her eyes, savoring the new sensation. But
when she opened them, Billy was standing at the door, glowering at
her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you little sneak?"
"I...I..." was all Cindy could manage to stammer.
They stood there like that for only a moment or two, Billy with
his dirty magazine in one hand and his cock in the other, his pants
still around his ankles, and Cindy with her skirt up and both hands
inside her panties. Finally, they both laughed. The scene was too
funny to be taken seriously.
Soon, they were both lying together on Billy's bed, naked. At
first, Cindy had felt a little self-conscious about undressing in
front of her brother but Billy's easy confidence had won her over.
Without saying anything or even waiting to see how she felt
about it, Billy had calmly stripped out of his clothing. He kicked
off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and undershorts. Then he
sat on the edge of his bed and pulled off his socks. Finally he
pulled his shirt off over his head and lay down on his back.
Cindy sat immobile, watching his every move. She was painfully
aware of how much more mature he was than she. His firm body was
finely muscled and perfectly proportioned. There wasn't a single
hair on his chest or stomach, but a thick bushy growth of fine brown
hair framed his rigid cock and half covered the tight, wrinkled
ball-sack below.
Billy put his hand behind his head and looked at Cindy expect-
antly.
"Now it's your turn, Sis," he said. "Get undressed."
Shyly, almost reluctantly, Cindy stood up from the bed. With
trembling fingers she removed her blouse and skirt. Then she bent
over and took off her shoes and socks.
Billy could see the shape of her firm young breasts within her
bra when she bent over. He licked his lips. He hadn't planned on
introducing his little sister to sex, but now that it was happening
he was sure he would enjoy it.
Cindy stopped undressing and just stood there for a moment,
nervous, unsure of herself, not knowing whether she should continue
or just leave. There was something about this that was wrong, she
knew. Sex was something that she had heard a little about but not
enough to understand what was happening. Sex, however, was some
thing that married people did together, or maybe boyfriends and
girlfriends did if they were really in love. But brothers and sis
ters weren't supposed to do it. She was sure that was called incest
and that it was wrong. But something else, she couldn't say exactly
what, was drawing her on, compelling her to do exactly what Billy
wanted her to do. Something was making her like the strange, flut
tery feeling she had in her stomach.
"Come on, Cindy," Billy urged her, "strip. I got naked for
you. I want to see you naked, too."
With a shy little smile on her pretty pink lips, Cindy reached
behind her and unhooked her bra. She pulled the white cotton mate
rial away from her chest and let it drop to the floor. She took a
deep breath and straightened up, pulling her shoulders back to ac
centuate the high roundness of her firm young breasts.
Billy drew in his breath. Cindy's tits were even prettier and
better shaped than he could have hoped. They were perfect twin
hemispheres, standing high and proud on her chest. The nipples were
hard and pink and perfectly centered in their crinkled pink
aureoles.
"Come on," Billy said, almost in a whisper, hypnotized by his
sister's beauty, "the panties, too. I want you totally naked."
Cindy trembled slightly. Something about the way Billy was
looking at her, something about the way he said "naked" excited her.
She looked at his cock. It was still stiff and hard between his
legs. It twitched as she looked at it. It seemed to be beckoning
her on. She hooked her thumbs under the waist band of her panties
and slowly pulled them down. Slowly and for the first time, Cindy's
virgin pussy came into view before a boy. A few wisps of blonde
hair half covered the soft outer lips of her cunt. As she exposed
her private parts, Cindy felt her little clitoris begin to throb and
stiffen. Flushed with embarrassment as well as excitement, Cindy
lowered her eyes, hoping that Billy couldn't see how excited she
was. When Billy didn't say or do anything she looked back up and
continued her self-conscious disrobing.
Cindy watched her brother as she stripped for him. His eyes
were fixed on her crotch. She wriggled her hips slightly as she
pulled her panties down. Billy's cock twitched and seemed to grow
even bigger as she did so. Billy liked what she was doing! She
didn't know how or why, but somehow she was getting her big brother
as excited as he had gotten her. This awareness gave her a sense of
power that she had never experienced before, and she liked it!
Finally, Cindy was as naked as Billy. She walked over to the
bed and lay down on it next to her big brother. She shivered
slightly and covered her breasts with her hands. She looked at Bil
ly expectantly and then moved her hands back down to her sides.
Billy licked his lips and gazed raptly at his sister as she
slowly exposed her naked ness to his lecherous gaze. She might be
virgin, he thought, and she might be scared, but she was a natural
sex-kitten and he was going to enjoy breaking her in, slowly, one
step at a time, until she begged him for more.
"I guess it's time you learned about sex, Cindy," Billy said.
"This is my cock. Do you want to touch it?"
Cindy didn't say anything, she was too nervous. She just
stared at the massive tool that sprouted out from between her broth
er's legs like a miniature baseball bat.
"Don't be scared, Cindy," Billy reassured the timid young girl.
"It won't bite."
Tentatively, she reached out and touched it. The velvety flesh
felt incongruously soft to her touch, and hot, hotter than any other
flesh she had ever felt, except for the heat she had felt in her own
pussy just moments before.
Cindy's soft, cool fingers grasped Billy's cock just below the
head. It twitched convulsively in her small hand. Frightened she
pulled back.
"What's the matter, Cindy? Scared?" Billy's voice was
jeering, shaming her into continuing against her moral instincts.
"No, I'm not scared," the young girl lied. "It just surprised
me, that's all."
"Do you know what I was doing?" Billy asked.
Cindy said nothing. She looked alternately from her brother's
handsome face to his rigid cock. She held it in her tiny fist as
she had seen him doing and gently pulled the soft skin up and down
over the stiff shaft.
"It's called jerking off," Billy said, ignoring her silence.
"I was jerking off. Do you want to know why?"
"Why?" Cindy's voice was barely audible. She was completely
engrossed in Billy's cock now. It was the most fascinating thing
she had ever seen. She wanted to learn all she could about it.
There was something about it, she didn't know what, that made her
feel all funny between her legs. She had a nearly overpowering urge
to touch her pussy again. She didn't know why, only that she wanted
to.
"When a guy jerks off," Billy continued, "he makes his sperm
shoot out. It's called come, jizz, scum, and a lot of other things.
When it squirts out, that's called coming. It feels real good.
Would you like to see me come, Cindy?"
"Sure, I guess," the girl replied.
"Okay, only, you'll have to do it for me," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you'll have to jerk me off if you want to see me come.
It feels a lot better to have girl do it than to do it myself."
"But I don't know how, Billy."
"Well, I'll show you, Cindy. That's what big brothers are for.
You just grab a hold of it like this..." He took her hand and
placed in on the shaft of his throbbing cock. "Then you move it up
and down like this..." He guided Cindy's small fist in a gentle
rhythm.
"Wait, Billy, it's hard for me to reach you like this and I
can't see."
"Well, then move so you can reach me."
Cindy settled herself comfortably at her brother's side. She
sat cross-legged at his hips facing his crotch. She took his cock
in her right hand. She could hardly reach her fingers around the
thick, swollen shaft.
"That's good, baby," Billy said. "Now jerk me off like I
showed you."
Cindy moved her hand up and down on her brother's prick, moving
the loose skin in a gentle steady rhythm.
"Yeah, that's it, Cindy, that's it," Billy moaned. "I'm gonna
come for you, just like you want me to."
Cindy stared at Billy's cock, fascinated by it, and by the pow
er she had over it. She loved the feel of the soft, velvety skin
moving over the steel-hard shaft. As she moved her hand faster, she
saw the bulbous head grow bigger and even more swollen with each
stroke.
She gripped the shaft tighter and slowed the movements of her
hand. She held this cock just below he purple helmet and squeezed.
Billy moaned and tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. A
drop of clear liquid appeared at the piss-hole. With her left fore-
finger, Cindy touched the droplet. It was hot and oily to her
touch. She smeared it around Billy's swollen cock-head. The slimy,
oily feel of it excited her even more.
"Is this scum, Billy?" she asked in her high, piping voice.
"Not yet, Cindy," Billy moaned. "Keep pumping. Keep jerking
me off. I'll give you my jizz, lots of it. I'll come for you, Cin-
dy, just jerk me some more, I'm almost there."
Cindy renewed her pumping with enthusiasm. Seeing Billy in
such transports of pleasure thrilled her as she had never been
thrilled before. She felt her pussy getting hot and wet just watch
ing him. Feeling him in her hand gave her even greater pleasure.
"Are you coming yet, Billy?" she asked breathlessly. "Come for
me now, Billy," she urged him.
"Yes, Cindy, yes!" Billy gasped.
His cock erupted in Cindy's hand. Great white streams of come
shot from his prick and flew through the air. One hit Cindy in the
cheek, another landed on her breast and a third splattered on her
thigh. Cindy squealed with pleasure at seeing the physical evidence
of the success of her ministrations to her brother's desires.
Billy kept moaning and coming. Drops of come splashed on his
chest and stomach and thighs. Cindy's hand was covered with the
hot, milky fluid but she kept on pumping his prick anyway. She kept
milking her brother's cock until he had no more come to give her.
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