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Cindy
Part Five:
"That was wonderful, Billy," Cindy sighed. "You were right, I
never imagined anything could feel so good."
Billy smiled down at his sister. Her voluptuous young body seemed
to glow with sexual satisfaction.
"I told you you'd like it, Cindy," he said, "and I have even more
in store for you, lots more."
Cindy sat up and put her arms around her brother's neck. She
kissed him affectionately on the cheek.
"Oh, Billy, thank you." She kissed him again and buried her face
in his shoulder. "But...let's not go too fast, okay? I mean...I don't
know what I mean...it's just that...I'm feeling a little scared now."
"What's there to be scared of, silly?" Billy asked, stroking his
sister's hair.
"I don't know...it's just...what we did, wasn't that incest?" she
asked.
"That depends on how you define incest," he said. "And even if it
were incest, what's wrong with that?"
"But...incest is when you make love with somebody you're related
to. And that's what we just did, wasn't it? And incest is wrong,
isn't it?" she stammered.
"Who says so?"
"Why, everybody says so, don't they?"
"Cindy," Billy laughed gently, "you really don't know much, do
you?"
"Well, I haven't had much experience, no," she said, averting her
eyes from her brother's gaze. "In fact, I hadn't had any experience at
all...until today."
"Well, first of all, Sis, what we did wasn't making love. We were
just fooling around a little."
"Really?" she asked, her face lighting up with relief. "What we
did, is that what the kids mean when they talk about making out?"
"Yeah, that's right," he said, "we were just making out."
"So, what's making love, then?" she asked, looking puzzled.
"Making love, he said, smiling, is when I put this..." he placed
Cindy's hand on his cock, "into this..." he placed his own hand on her
cunt.
"Oh, I get it." The light of understanding began dawning in her
eyes. "And making love is the same as, as...fucking?" Her voice
dropped to a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, making love is the same as fucking," he laughed. "What's
the matter, are you afraid to say it?"
"Well, no, it's just that I don't like it, talking dirty, I mean.
I like making out...with you that is."
"There's nothing wrong with talking dirty, Cindy," he said, look
ing her straight in the eye. "Words can't hurt you. Besides, I like
it when you talk dirty. I like hearing dirty words coming out of your
pretty little mouth."
"Well, I don't like it," she said pulling away from him. She re
moved her hand from his prick and took his away from her crotch. Then
she looked back up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes, a mischievous
glint in her eye. "Not all the time, anyway," she added, coyly.
The two teen-aged children sat on the bed, looking at each other's
nakedness. Cindy felt that it was time for her to leave her brother's
bedroom, but she didn't want to, not yet anyway. There was still more
she wanted to learn from her big brother, and yet more that she wanted
to do with him.
"So, why do you say that incest isn't necessarily wrong?" she
asked. "Everybody else says it is."
Billy leaned back against the wall. He knew he would have to be
careful, go slow take his time. He wanted to fuck his little sister,
he wanted to fuck her more than he had ever wanted anything before in
his life, but he knew he would have to wait until she was ready. He
didn't want to spoil it by scaring her. If he scared her too badly, he
might never get the opportunity to fuck her, and Billy was determined
to fuck his sister.
"In ancient times," he began, "the Egyptians always practiced
incest. In the royal families brothers and sisters practically always
married each other, that's how they kept the political power for
themselves."
"But we're not royalty," Cindy retorted. "We're not even Egypt-
ian."
"No," Billy laughed. "We're not. But later, in the middle ages,
fathers used to fuck their daughters all the time."
"Really?" Cindy's eyes went wide with wonder. "They didn't teach
us that in school."
"It's true, though," Billy replied, "I read it in a book."
"And just because you read it you think it's true, huh?"
"Yes, I do. In the book it said that it was considered the fa
ther's right to take his daughter's maidenhead, that's what they used
to call a girl's cherry, or virginity, before she left the family to
get married. And sometimes, if they were serfs, you know, like slaves
almost, the lord of the manor would fuck the girl on her wedding night,
even before the bridegroom had a chance."
"Gosh," said Cindy. She was starting to believe what her brother
was telling her.
"Not only that," he continued, "but back then, girls used to get
married before they even reached puberty, when they were younger than
you."
"Really?" Cindy was astonished. "You mean, if we were serfs or
something back in the middle ages, Daddy would have...you know...done
it to me...already?"
"Probably," Billy replied. And if he hadn't, I would have, he
thought to himself.
"Golly," Cindy said, "I'm glad we're living now and not back
then."
"Heck, Cindy," Bill went on, warming to his subject, "even these
days, right here in the United States, incest goes on all the time."
"No," Cindy couldn't believe what her brother was telling her.
"It's true, Cindy," Billy insisted. "You've heard about poor
people, down in the South for instance, who have families with six or
eight kids and who all live in a three room shack."
"Yeah, Mrs. Arnold showed us pictures of share-croppers' families
in Social Studies class," Cindy replied, a trace of doubt in her voice,
"What about them?"
"Think about it, Cindy. They've got no television, they can't af
ford to go out to the movies, they've got nothing to do all night, they
have to go to bed early in order to get up and work the farm, and they
sleep four and five to a bed. Incest goes on all the time!"
"You mean between brothers and sisters?" Cindy believed him now.
Wonder, excitement, and fear showed in her wide eyes all at once.
"You bet!" He had convinced her. Billy tried to keep the triumph
out of his voice. He wanted Cindy too see him as her wise older broth
er who was gently teaching her, leading her from childhood into
maturity. "Incest goes on between brothers and sisters, fathers and
daughters, mothers and sons, just about any combination you can think
of."
"Gee, Billy, I'm glad we don't live like that. I mean, I like
what we did together, you know," she blushed, "but I wouldn't like it
if I thought I had to or if we didn't have any choice."
"I'm glad too, Cindy. I wouldn't want anybody fucking you unless
you wanted him to, not even Dad. And speaking of like what we just did
together, we still have a little time before Mom and Dad get home from
work."
"Time for what?" Cindy asked.
"Time for more making out, of course," Billy answered. "All this
talking about incest and taking young girls' maidenheads has gotten me
all horny again."
Sure enough, when Cindy looked down at her brother's crotch, she
saw his penis stiff and hard again, just as it had been before.
"Do you want me to...jerk you off...again?" she asked.
"You bet I do," he answered, a big grin spreading across his face.
"And I've got a treat in store for you, too."
Billy got up and walked across the room to his bureau. There was
a mirror above it, attached by a hinge. He adjusted the mirror so that
Cindy could see herself reflected in it while she sat on the bed.
"Can you see yourself in the mirror?" he asked.
"Yes, why?" Cindy blushed. She had looked at her naked body in
her own mirror many times before, noting each time how her young body
was developing into womanhood, but always when she was alone, never
with anyone else in the room with her.
"Because it's more fun when you can see as well as feel, that's
why."
It was true, Cindy realized. She admitted to herself, without any
false modesty, that she was a beautiful, sexy young girl. The sight of
her own firm, round breasts, with their soft, pink nipples poking
proudly from the centers started to excite her sexual feelings again.
She turned on the bed so that she was facing the mirror full on.
She opened her thighs slightly. The soft, blonde hair on her pussy was
still damp from her previous orgasm. Her pussy-lips were still pink
from her recent excitement and seemed to grow fuller and redder as she
watched.
She pulled her eyes away from her own reflection and looked at her
brother. Billy was still standing by the bureau, watching her, a lech
erous grin on his face. His right hand was on his cock, slowly strok
ing the stiff member with long, slow pulls of the skin.
"See what I mean, Sis? It's nice to watch yourself. It makes it
more exciting."
"Yes, it does," she admitted. "But don't you want to watch your-
self, too?"
"That's the whole idea, Sis," he said, walking over to join her on
the bed, "this way we can both watch."
Billy sat next to his sister and put his arm around her shoulder.
He pulled her to him and she slipped her arm behind him, nestling her
self to his side. They gazed raptly at their refection. They were
beautiful, perfect examples of the male and female forms. They were
both blonde and slim, with perfectly proportioned bodies. Cindy knew
that her breasts and hips would continue to grow and fill out, but even
now, in its adolescent state, her body was flawless, perfect in every
respect.
"We look good together, don't we, Sis?"
"Yes, we do, like those Greek gods I was reading about in school,
Venus and Adonis."
"Or Adam and Eve," Billy suggested.
Adam and Eve, Cindy thought. If we had babies, I wonder if they
would be as beautiful as we are. No! She stopped herself from even
thinking about that. She wouldn't go all the way with Billy. That
would be incest and no matter how Billy tried to justify it to her,
Cindy still felt it was wrong. What they were doing was just fooling
around, and that was okay. It had to be okay, it felt so good, and
anything that felt that good couldn't be bad.
"What do you want to do, Billy," Cindy asked, snuggling closer to
him. "Just sit and look at ourselves?"
"Why don't you play with yourself a little? Let me watch you do
it?" he suggested.
Cindy needed no further encouragement; her natural reservations
had already been overcome by Billy's description of incestuous
practices. She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her
pussy. The lips were still moist and swollen. She let her middle fin
ger slip inside the outer lips. She let it slide slowly up and her
slit until it countered her clitoris. She gave an involuntary gasp at
the contact.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Sis?" Billy said, watching her every move
in the mirror.
"Yes...yes it does, Billy."
"What's that you're touching?"
"It's my...my clit, Billy."
"And you like touching your clit, don't you Cindy?"
"Yes."
"Say it, Cindy. I like hearing you say it."
"I like touching my clit, Billy. It makes me hot."
"You like being watched while you do it, too, don't you, Cindy?"
"Oh, God, yes, Billy," Cindy gasped. "I like it when you watch me
playing with myself. I like fingering my clit in front of you like
this. It makes me all hot and horny. I think I can come again, real
soon!"
It was true. Cindy was hotter than she had ever been before. She
had always been naturally shy, but being with her brother like this,
she felt safe. She felt she could do or say anything and it would be
all right, more than all right. It was what Billy wanted and it made
her hot, too.
Cindy massaged her clit with her forefinger. She rubbed it around
the base, first on one side, then on the other. She dipped her finger
into her slit and scooped out some of the pussy-juice that was starting
to ooze out of her again. She rubbed it on her clit, making it wet and
slippery. Her clit became hard and distended. It poked its head out
of her slit. She rubbed it furiously. Her hips began to writhe on the
edge of the bed.
For the first time in her life Cindy understood why women would
pose nude for magazines or act in pornographic movies. It made her
feel wanton and cheap to expose herself this way in front of her
brother, and she liked the feeling, because it also made her feel hot.
And it made Billy hot, too. With his arm around her back, he
reached under Cindy's arm and squeezed her breast with his right hand
while he pulled on his pecker with his left. Cindy was coming along
nicely, he thought. She was quickly responding to this initiation.
She was already talking dirty with very little encouragement on his
part, and she obviously enjoyed sex with him. Her face was flushed and
her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps. She was fingering herself fu
riously and was quickly approaching her second orgasm. But he wanted
to be the one to give it to her. He wanted to be the one she looked to
for sexual fulfillment.
"Are you almost coming, Cindy?" he asked.
"Yes, Billy," Cindy said, softly. "I'm almost there. It feels so
good. I like you watching me while I come, Billy."
"Don't come yet, honey," Billy said. "I want to do something else
for you." He dropped his hand from Cindy's tit and placed it over her
hand, preventing her from frigging herself.
"What, Billy? I want to come so bad!"
"Here, sit on my leg, yeah, like that."
Cindy did as she was told, and straddled Billy's right leg with
both of hers.
"That's it. Can you still see yourself?"
"Of course I can, Billy." Cindy started rubbing her pussy back
and forth against her brother's muscular thigh. "Is this what you
meant? Is this what you want me to do?"
"No, but it sure feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does, Billy. It feels good to rub my pussy on your leg
like this."
"Here's what I want you to do..." He took Cindy's left hand and
placed it on his rigid cock. "I want you to jerk me off like you did
before while you play with yourself."
The touch of Billy's hot organ in her hand sent a new thrill of
excitement through Cindy's already over-heated body. She squeezed the
big member gently, relishing the hot, silky feel of his flesh in her
palm.
"Billy, your cock is so big, and hard. I like touching it, Bil-
ly."
"Jerk me off while you frig yourself, Cindy. I want to come,
too."
"And you're just going to sit and watch while I do all the work?
That's not fair, Billy!"
"No, I've got a little treat for you, Cindy, just wait."
Cindy didn't know if she could wait. With her right hand she re
sumed tickling her swollen little clitoris. The lovely, wet, sexual
sensations began building again. With her left, she stroked her broth
er's huge cock. She could barely get her fingers around the thick
shaft. It seemed to grow longer and harder with each stroke of her
hand.
Cindy stared at their reflection in the mirror, fascinated and ex
cited by the lewd wantonness of the spectacle she saw there. Two teen-
aged children, brother and sister, naked and horny, and she, little
virgin Cindy, was bringing them both to orgasm.
Billy reached up from behind her and began fondling Cindy's
breasts, one in each hand. He squeezed and kneaded the firm young
flesh. He pulled and pinched her nipples, making them even harder than
they already were.
"Do you like this, Cindy?" Billy asked. "Tell me."
"Yes, Billy, I like jerking you off while I play with my pussy. I
like seeing us in the mirror. It makes me hot, Billy. I feel hot and
wild."
"Lick my finger, baby," Billy ordered her. "Make it wet."
He released Cindy's right tit and raised his hand in front of her
face, the middle finger extended in an obscene gesture.
Seeing her brother making the "fuck-you" sign in her face while
she pulled on his prick and fingered her pussy at the same time gave
Cindy a new thrill. It was so dirty, so obscene, it made her feel
cheap and whorish. She felt like a little slut, and she liked the
feeling.
Cindy opened her lips and extended her pink little tongue. She
licked Billy's finger from the base to the tip with one long, slurping
lick.
"Lick all of it, baby. Get it wet all over."
She licked it again from top to bottom, then she licked the sides.
She twisted her neck, trying to lick the far side but couldn't reach
it. So she opened her mouth and took his whole finger inside. She
sucked up and down on Billy's finger, enjoying the feel of it on her
lips and tongue. She knew instinctively that she would do this to Bil
ly's cock, too, and she was looking forward to it.
"That's good, baby, really good," Billy said, appreciatively. He
removed his finger from Cindy's mouth. A droplet of saliva hung from
her lower lip.
I even look like a little whore, Cindy thought to herself.
Billy took his wet finger and placed it at the entrance to Cindy's
cunt. He moved it up and down, teasing her puffy young cunt-lips.
"Oh, Billy, that feels good," Cindy moaned happily.
"This will feel even better, Sis."
Slowly and steadily, Billy swirled his finger around inside Cin
dy's pussy-lips. Deeper and deeper he slipped his finger inside his
sister's virgin cunt.
"Oh, yes, Billy, push it deeper," Cindy moaned. "Your finger
feels good inside me."
"Inside what?"
"Inside my cunt, Billy. Your finger feels good inside my cunt.
Push it in deeper, Billy, I like it. I like your finger in my cunt."
Billy forced his finger further into Cindy's pussy. The young
girl moaned and squirmed, rubbing her buttocks on his leg. Soon his
finger encountered her hymen, her virgin membrane, her cherry.
"Ouch!" Cindy gasped.
"What's the matter?" Billy stopped his probing finger. "Did I
hurt you?"
"Only a little, Billy. Don't stop. It still feels good. Don't
stop what you're doing."
"Do you know what it's called?"
"No, what?"
"It's called finger-fucking, Cindy. I'm finger-fucking your vir
gin little cunt."
"Keep it up, Billy. Finger-fuck me some more. Finger-fuck me
'til I come!"
Billy continued his exploration of his sister's cunt-hole. Her
smooth inner folds were wet, and tight, and juicy. He swirled his fin
ger around, feeling her gooey cunt-juice drip down his finger and onto
his hand and wrist. Finally, he found the tiny hole in the center of
her hymen. He pressed against it.
"Oh, Billy, oh, Billy," Cindy whimpered.
He watched his sister in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her
eyes glazed. Her mouth hung open, the lips slack. Her finger rubbed
her little clit furiously, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Her
other hand pulled on his pecker wildly. She pumped the skin up and
down, faster and faster.
"Oh, yes, Billy," she moaned again, "push it in deeper. Finger-
fuck me real deep in my cunt. I like it, Billy, I like it!"
The tip of Billy's finger pushed through the little hole in Cin
dy's hymen. She gasped slightly with the pain. It hurt a little,
stretching her like that, but she didn't mind. It felt so good, Bil
ly's finger up her cunt, that she didn't mind the pain at all. It even
made the pleasure a little more exciting.
She looked at her brother's reflection in the mirror. He was
staring at her intently. She could see his eyes moving from her
breasts to her cunt and then back again. Cindy shimmied her shoulders,
making her titties shake and jiggle. Billy moaned deep in his throat.
His cock pulsed in her hand. He liked seeing his young sister making a
wanton display of herself. Cindy smiled to herself. She knew that she
had some power over her big brother at least.
She gripped his cock tighter, continuing to pull the loose, vel
vety skin up and down in a regular rhythm. Gnarled, twisted, veins
stood out all along the length of his shaft. The helmet-shaped head
already red and swollen, grew darker and more distended with each
stroke of her hand. A few drops of clear liquid began to ooze from the
tip.
"Are you coming, Billy?" she asked, anxiously.
"Almost, Cindy," he gasped. "I'm almost there. Don't stop. Keep
jerking me. Make me come, baby. Your hand feels so good on my cock."
"Wait!" Cindy wailed. "Don't come yet! I want to come too! Don't
come without me!"
She slowed the stroking of his cock, trying to delay his orgasm
until she was ready to come also. It seemed to be too late. Billy was
gasping, his cock pulsed and throbbed in her small hand. She could
feel the final contractions beginning.
"No, Billy, wait!" Cindy cried. "Help me! You've got to help
me!"
Frantically, she let go of her clit and grabbed Billy's left hand
away from her tit. She licked and sucked the first two fingers, making
them wet and slippery with her saliva. The she placed his hand on the
top of her slit, rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit.
"Here, you frig me, Billy," she said. "You frig my clit for me.
Yes, that feels so good!"
Billy would have done anything she told him to at that point. He
was so near his orgasm that anything seemed preferable to her stopping
rubbing his cock. He played with her clit just as she wanted him to.
He rubbed it between his fingers, then he flicked it back and forth,
then he pulled on it the same way he had pulled on her nipples.
Cindy moaned and squirmed on Billy's leg. She bucked and writhed
like a woman possessed. She was almost there, almost.
"That's it, Billy, keep it up, frig me good," she moaned. "Yes,
it feels so good when you play with it like that! Don't stop with you
other hand, Billy," she continued, almost in a daze of lust. "Don't
stop finger-fucking me, finger-fuck me deep, Billy, really deep!"
Now that Billy was frigging her clit for her, Cindy's right hand
was free. She grasped Billy's hand, the one he was finger-fucking her
with, and pressed it toward her, forcing more of his middle finger
through her tiny cherry-hole.
"Yes, Billy, yes," she said. "Nice and deep, like that, Billy,
finger-fuck my virgin cunt deep, deep, deep!"
"Oh, God, Cindy," Billy gasped. "I'm coming! Hurry up! I can't
hold back! Hurry! Here I come!"
Billy's prick throbbed and swelled in Cindy's hand. She could see
his balls contracting rhythmically in the mirror. He was ready to
shoot his load!
Frantically, Cindy pulled on Billy's wrist. With one frenzied
thrust, she pulled it to her, forcing Billy's finger all the way
through her cherry into her inner cunt.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried, pushing Billy's finger as
deep inside her as she could. "Come now, Billy! Come now! I'm there!
I'm here! I'm commminnnggg!!!"
Wave after wave of pleasure poured through Cindy's body. She
shook and gasped, she moaned and writhed, her head spun. Fire coursed
through her loins and poured in liquid form from her cunt. Her whole
body twitched spasmodically.
At the same time, Billy's cock erupted. When Cindy forced his
finger past her cherry, it was though an electric shock ran through her
cunt through his arm and down to his cock. He could almost feel her
thrill as her virgin recesses were penetrated for the first time. The
come shot from his cock in sympathy.
"I'm coming, Cindy," Billy called. "I'm coming, too. Watch my
jizz, Cindy, here it comes!"
First one, then another, and another, and another stream of cum
shot from Billy's prick. One glob landed in Cindy's hair, another
landed on her thigh. She tingled and thrilled at the feel of the hot
liquid splashing on her.
Cindy kept pumping Billy's cock. Come oozed from his piss-hole
and ran over her fingers. Soon her tiny hand was covered with his hot,
sticky jism, but she wouldn't stop pumping. She milked Billy's cock un
til he had no more come to give her and his rod started to soften and
grow limp in her hand.
Finally, exhausted from her own orgasm and convinced that Billy
was done, too, Cindy leaned back against her brother's chest, heaving a
sigh of deep satisfaction.
Looking at their reflection in the mirror, Cindy had to stifle a
giggle. Didn't they look like the all-American family, she mused, him
with his finger stuffed up her cunt and her with her hand covered with
his jizz. What a picture! She leaned over and gave Billy an affec
tionate kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, Billy. That was wonderful," she purred.
"Thank you, Sis," he replied. "That was the best come I ever
had!"
"Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel good, are
you?"
"No way! You were great, really."
"Then, you think we can do this again sometime?"
"You bet! Anytime! We can do this again, and lots more. We can
do anything you want, Cindy."
Gee, anything I want, Cindy thought. I wonder what else we could
do that would be fun? I wonder?
Idly, Cindy took her hand from her brother's cock. It was still
covered with his sticky come. She wiped it across her breasts. It
still felt warm and oily. It gave her a shiver of dirty pleasure.
I wonder what else we can do, she thought.
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