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Subject: Siblings Revisited by Methuselah
Author: Methuselah
Keywords: mff inc
This probably won't make much sense unless you read my "Sibling Revelry"
and "Siblings Reunited" first, although you're welcome to try.
   When we parted, dear reader, I was thirteen and my sister Jane was
eleven.  She had started her periods, which threw a spanner in our love
life until my research and her persuasiveness got her on the Pill, by no
means as easy then as now.
   We lived a pretty full sex life, aided by our father's absence and our
mother's 2-10 shift at work.  Our favourite position was on our sides with
me entering Jane's delightful cunny from behind while cupping her breasts
and occasionally stroking her tickle bump.  Yes, I know that's a childish
term, but we'd called it that for the best part of five years and saw no
need to change.  That this is allegedly an old people's position was
unknown to us at the time.  We loved it, because we could take our time, a
rare luxury for kids of our age.
   Those five years, though, were beginning to become a problem.  By the
time I was fourteen we'd pretty well done it all, or at least the things we
wanted to.  Neither of us fancied anal sex, and bestiality with our aged
and neutered tom cat didn't really appeal.  Sex was still good, but wasn't
as urgent as in the days when we ripped each other's school clothes off as
we came through the door and shagged on the living room couch.  I was
beginning to notice other girls, and our experience together meant I knew
what to do with them.  Jane, curiously, was also beginning to notice other
girls.
   She told me quite openly.  "Adam, I love having sex with you, but I
really can't fancy boys my own age.  I don't think I'm a lesbian, but
there's a girl called Rachel in my class who keeps looking at me and it
makes me feel funny".
   "Funny strange?"
   "No, funny nice, down there, sort of.  I'm not really sure what to do
about it though..."
   Minor ripples, but we'd been pretty well blind to other people for the
duration of our affair.  Then, lying in my bed after a pleasant afternoon's
sex, Jane came up with a brilliant idea.
   "Adam, you know it's your fourteenth birthday tomorrow?  Would you like
a special present?"
   Now, that was odd, because we never bought each other presents.  We
never had any money and, anyway, presents were given by adults to children.
I looked baffled.
   "No, not that kind of present, silly.  How's about you can ask me to do
anything you like and I'll do it as a birthday pressie?"
   Jane had clearly been reading magazines that were far too old for her.
Still, the idea appealed.
   "Do you want me to think of something now, love?"
   "No, think on it overnight and tell me in the morning so I'm prepared."
   The idea strangely excited me, so much that my willy rose to the
occasion.  I slipped him back in and we did it one more time.
   Overnight, I thought of our early fumbling encounters and wondered if we
could recreate something of that spirit.  On the morning of my birthday I
got the usual presents and good wishes and a VERY special kiss from my
little sister.  I whispered, "I know what I want.  Do you have a really
little girly bra and knickers?"
   Jane looked at me a bit sideways then admitted, "OK, I did say anything,
I suppose".
   "Good, can you wear them tonight?"
   She smiled wryly and nodded.
   I went through the day in a daze.  I wondered if Jane would like my
idea. I wondered if I would.  One thing was sure - it wouldn't be boring.
   Jane got home first.  I had to receive birthday wishes and fourteen
"bumps" - don't ask!
   "I found them.  What do you want me to do?"
   Jane looked a bit flushed, and I could see she'd entered into the spirit
of the game.  She was wearing an innocent white blouse and a sensible blue
skirt, with ankle socks and flat brown shoes.
   "You're wearing them?"
   She nodded shyly, another change from the usual.
   "OK, give me fifteen minutes and then knock on my door", I ordered.
   I needed time to clean my important little places and undress.  This I
did, then stood naked facing the door, already semi-erect.
   There was a tentative knock on the door.
   "Come in, little girl."
   Jane came in, dressed as before.
   "Stand in front of me.  Yes, there.  Now, take off your blouse."
   Jane slowly unbuttoned her blouse, looking as nervous as one who had
never done this in front of a boy before.  She had definitely got the
message.
   "Yes, take it right off."
   A half-hearted and infinitely arousing attempt to cover herself.
   "Hands down by your side!"
   Bless her, she'd found a training bra, far too small for her now, with
sweet little rosebuds on it.
   "Now, the skirt."
   She took her time over this, looking up at me for mercy while averting
her gaze from my impressive erection.  Another graduation had been added to
the dog-eared but untitled graph in Jane's files.
   "Hands by your sides!"
   She was wearing an old pair of knickers that had been perfectly decent
in their day, but now hugged her pussy so tightly that every nook and
cranny of her loveliness was clearly visible.  And they had WABBITS
embroidered on them!  I savoured the view for a long moment, and I'm sure
that Jane was awaiting the command to carry on stripping.  I had other
ideas.
   "Kneel down, little girl."
   Once again, she did as she was told, despite the surprise.  I stepped
forward and ordered, "Kiss my willy."
   The penny had dropped.  She leant forward to kiss the tip of my cock,
with its drop of moisture.
   "Suck him, little girl.  Make me come in your mouth."
   She did, with rather more skill and teasing than any little girl should
possess.  Her mouth, which I knew so well, seemed smaller and wetter than I
remembered, and she even nipped my foreskin, as little girls tend to do.  I
looked down at her girlish underwear as I felt myself getting closer.
   "Take it all in your mouth, but don't swallow until I say.�
   Jane looked up at me and nodded in obedience and that was all I could
take.  I spurted into her mouth and kept spurting.  It was as intense an
orgasm as I can remember.  I think I almost flaked out while standing up.
When I came to, there was Jane looking up at me with her open mouth full of
my come, obediently awaiting instructions.
   "Swallow it now, little girl!  Yes, very well done!"
   The wise master always gives praise when it's due, and it was.  She'd
taken a huge load and swallowed the lot with panache.  I could see her
thinking that surely I would let her strip now.  Those knickers, in
particular, must be very uncomfortable, particularly if she was as aroused
as their dampness suggested.  I sat down on the edge of the bed.  I was
still wobbly from that come, but was already stroking myself as I watched.
   "Now, open your legs.  I want to see you play with your special place."
   Her first protest, made slightly less convincing by the superb blow job
she'd just given me.
   "But that's dirty.  Mummy says I mustn't touch myself there.  "
   "And I say you must!"
   "All right, but I'll tell, I'll do it through my knickers, so it's not
so dirty."
   Good improvisation there.  No way could she have got her hand inside
those cute wabbit-laden knickers over her very aroused mound.  She fondled
herself gently, smiling innocently up at me, but soon her arousal was too
much for playfulness.  She wanked herself furiously with three fingers
pushing the sodden material into her cleft.  Her cry of "Oh yes, I'm
coming, fuck me, I'm coming!" was slightly out of role but aptly timed.
   "Language, little girl, language!" I admonished.  "Stand up and lean
forward with your hands on the dressing table."
   Despite my role as stern master, I had to help Jane stand.  Her knees
had gone to sleep and she was still woozy from a spectacular come.
   "That's it, hands on the dressing table.  Lean forward and stick your
bottom out."
   With a little difficulty, I pulled down those tight childish knickers,
soaked with my little sister's juices.  Now her delicious little bum was
exposed.  She was pretty sure that I was going to smack it, and it did
cross my mind.  Next time perhaps?  Instead, I commanded "Fuck me, you
said? Your request is granted."
   Jane was still very wet and very turned on, but the arrival of my cock
in her cunny, rather than my hand on her buttock, was still a shock.  Her
sheath tightened round me in surprise, then relaxed, and we did indeed
fuck.
   "You feel my cock in your cunt?  I'm fucking you like you said.  That's
what happens to bad little girls who use dirty words and play with their
special places."
   "Yes, yes, I'm a bad girl.  Fuck my dirty little cunt!  Oh fuck, I'm
coming again!"
   She was, and so was I.  After she came, her arms could barely support
her own weight, let alone mine as well.  There was a rumbling of stuff
falling off the dressing table, closely followed by ourselves, still
united. We picked ourselves up and crashed out on the bed, in full loving
snuggle.
   I noticed, as one does, that Jane hadn't swallowed all my come.  There
was a splodge on that little training bra, right next to a rosebud.  I
decided that criticism wouldn't be well received, so I kept my counsel.
   My last thought before drifting off was that Jane had used more really
BAD words in the last ten minutes than I'd heard from her in all the twelve
years of her life.  I judged my birthday present to have been a great
success,
   I'd forgotten to set the alarm, but woke up with a quarter of an hour to
spare.  With lots of scurrying about and washing of important bits, we were
decent when mum got home - just.  I resolved never to make that mistake
again, encouraged by scathing sarcasm from Jane.  However, we did have time
for a stand-up hug.
   "Did you enjoy your pressie?"
   My "Mm" and a passionate kiss was sufficient answer.
   "Me too.  My turn next, mind."
   It was.  Jane's birthday was twelve days after mine.  That was all we
had time for, as we heard the key in the front door announcing mum's return
to the nest.
   That night, after going over the events of the evening with a leisurely
wank, I pondered the question of Liz's pressie.  Another wank?  After all
that?  Of course - I was FOURTEEN, for heaven's sake!  What would it be? 
She could hardly ask me to be a little boy.  The unlabelled graph now
registered 6.5 (as high as it ever got, I'm afraid - in my old age it
seems, sadly, to have shrunk) and I was getting quite furry.  In fact, all
my ideas were way off the mark.
   Three days before Jane's birthday, she sidled up to me being
conspicuously inconspicuous.
   "Do you have plenty of film for your new camera?"
   "Not really.  I've used up most of it."
   "Get some in for my birthday."
   "What for?"
   "Don't ask.  Just get it.  It's my birthday and my turn."
   To explain, mum had bought me the Wonder of the Age for mine.  A brand
new Polaroid camera!  I'd used most of the film photographing such exciting
objects as the cat and the tree in the garden.  Of course, if the camera
was expensive, the film was extortionate (think inkjet printers, you
young'uns).  Still, I was obliged to do it.  She was my little sister,
after all.
   Polaroid film?  What could Jane want with Polaroid film?  Glamour shots
of me in the nude for her delectation and delight?  I knew she "pleasures
herself", because she told me in some detail, but to pictures of ME?  Where
would she hide them?  I kept mine, snipped from an errant "Playboy" in my
file on the Laws of the Medes and the Persians, but where would she?  I
tried a little gentle interrogation, with zero result.  Giving up on this,
I bought two packs of film, just in case, which cost most of a month's
pocket money.  I had a feeling that it would be worth it.
   When the day came, Jane ensconced herself in my bedroom with
instructions to knock on her (my) door in fifteen minutes, bringing camera
and film.  I waited, nervous but very excited.  I knocked and was invited
in.  What I saw quite took my breath away.
   Jane lay naked on my bed, knees raised and wide open.  Her private parts
were very public, not just because of her wide spread thighs, but because
my spotlight lamp (bought for modelling, but not this kind) was directed at
her very wet and aroused pussy.  When I dragged my eyes up from the
delicious sight, I saw that she was fondling her small but distinctly
womanly breasts, with nipples standing up, as they say, like chapel
hat-pegs.  Then I did a double-take.  All around my little sister, on my
bed, were my treasured wank-mag pictures.
   "W w what?", I stuttered.
   "You thought I didn't know about these pictures?  I, of all people,
should know about the Medes and the Persians!" (Read the previous episode,
if you're baffled) "Don't you think I'm prettier than those women?"
   "M m much prettier, love..."
   And she was.  Not only prettier, but much more detailed.  In those days,
the really naughty bits were either covered up or discreetly airbrushed. 
No such restraint applied to Jane's genitalia.  Cunny, pee-hole and tickle
bump were all fully on display, glistening in the spotlight.
   "Wouldn't you rather wank to me than to those fat old women?"
   A trifle unfair to those busty lasses who had been the inspiration for
much nocturnal self-abuse, but I readily agreed.
   "Yes, love, but how?" Then the penny dropped.  "You want me to..."
   "That's right, I want you to photograph me while I play with myself and
make myself come.  Then you can use pictures of your darling little sister
when you do it to yourself."
   "OK, love, as soon as my hands stop shaking..."
   Since each snap took a couple of minutes to develop, this was a very
slow process, which added to the eroticism.  As I was fully dressed, my
erection was agonisingly trapped in my trousers, but Jane seemed to enjoy
taking her time.  After one wobbly and out of focus attempt, I managed to
snap her glistening parts, at rest, so to speak.  Then she held herself
open with both hands for a shot that would have pleased the most discerning
gynaecologist.
   "Now do one with my breasts as well.", she ordered.
   "Done.  Can I do one with you fondling them?"
   She cupped her left breast and twirled the nipple of her right.  I
showed her the print and she said - "Oo, I like that one!"
   By now, I was in agony.  "Sorry, Jane , I'm going to have to take my
cock out.  He's crushed to death in there!"
   "All right, but don't play with him until I tell you to."
   "Uh?", I thought, but the sheer relief of unbuttoning my fly and
releasing him from his confinement was enough for me.  I may have looked
ridiculous standing there full clothed with my willy sticking out, but it
felt so much better.
   "Now, I'm going to make myself come.  Are you ready?"
   I positioned the camera for a close up as she held herself open with her
left hand and worked on her cunny with the other.  I snapped one of her
with two fingers fully inserted and waited the obligatory two minutes.  The
timing was perfect.  As she screamed "Yes, yes, I'm coming, Adam!", I just
had time to take a shot of her face, distorted in the throes of orgasm.
   As she lay panting in recovery, the most erotic shot of all slid out of
the camera, without a genital in sight.  I held it up for Jane to see.
   "Is that really me?  Do you like it?"
   "It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.", I said, with total sincerity.
"Do you want to see all of them?"
   She did, and we looked at all of them in sequence.  Jane was turned on
again, but I was on the edge of bursting.  My willy was waving about like a
yacht's spar in s gale, and in danger of spontaneous combustion.
   "You like them?  They're sexier than the ones you had hidden away?"
   They were.  They may have been black and white, but they showed my
little sister's sexuality and arousal to perfection.
   "They're wonderful.  I think I'm going to burst just looking."
   "Good.  I want to watch you wank to them."
   "Uh?  Yes, OK." It was her birthday present, after all.  My hand went to
the belt of my trousers.
   "No, as you are.  I know you do it with just your willy out.  Lie down
here with the pictures."
   "To hear is to obey, O Great Sultana." (We'd just watched Sinbad the
Sailor)
   "How the hell does she know so much about my private habits", I thought.
Maybe I hadn't been as discreet as I imagined?
   As Jane sat on the edge of the bed, looking keenly down at my willy, I
took the first picture of her aroused pussy in my left hand and my willy in
my right.  Just one stroke and "Bam!".  I came like a geyser, fortunately
missing the precious photos.
   "Adam!  That was too quick - I hadn't even started!"
   She was right.  Her hand was still a good six inches from her cunny.
   "You'll have to do it again."
   "Yes, dear."
   Oh, to be fourteen again.  With my naked sister looking down at me and
with those pictures closely to hand, I knew that wouldn't be a problem.  In
fact, that first come turned out to be a bonus.  It meant I could take my
time, sharing my attention between my sister's pictures and her delightful
self as she stroked herself beside me, I came as I studied the final
orgasmic picture and the sight of my come jetting out onto the sheet
brought her to her "thrill" as we called it when we were young and
relatively innocent (or, in fact, "relatively guilty", come to think of
it).
   She leant over and took my, by now flaccid, organ in her mouth to get a
taste of my come.  Against all reason, it began to rise again.  Jane
ignored it.  "Right.  Let's dispose of this rubbish!"
   She collected up my once-prized naked ladies.  "Now, you'll have room
for MY pictures".
   "What if mum finds them?"
   "Don't be silly.  If I know about your pictures of fat old women so does
mum.  It won't occur to her to check that they've been replaced by your
lovely sister."
   She was probably right; I was beginning to learn that females live in a
parallel world to ours.  I fell back again on the standard male response.
"Yes, dear."
   As she left the room, she turned and said, "You can undress now."
   As I did so, I heard the toilet flush thrice - a watery grave for those
ladies who had given me so much solace.
   "Now, lie on your side.  No, silly, not that one!"
   I lay facing the door and the spotlight.  Jane laid down in front of me
and backed on like a shunting locomotive.  The desired coupling was made
and she asked "Don't we look nice in the mirror?"
   She hadn't only moved the spotlight.  My mirror now reflected our joined
bodies, with her pussy and my embedded cock nicely highlighted by the spot.
"Let's do it slowly and watch ourselves."
   Since this was my third time in not very long, I hadn't much choice
about "slowly", but it was very exciting to watch ourselves.  We'd never
really done that before, and the pace gradually quickened to mutual and
satisfying climax.  As my willy slowly shrank and slid out of her, Jane
mused, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a picture of that?".
   Easy now, if course, with a timer, but they were rare in those days. 
Even using the mirror, one of us would have to hold the camera steady.  Not
easy when you're shagging each other's brains out.  "We'd need someone to
work the camera", I grumbled, "And mum wouldn't and Thomas' paws are too
small."
   Jane wiggled her bum back at me.  "I can think of someone who just
might", she giggled.
   "Who on Earth?"
   "It's just an idea.  Let me think about it."
   And that is all she would say; except to thank me for her lovely present
and to ensure that those precious pictures were carefully stored within the
dictates of Hammurabi.
   Now, I may have been male and fourteen, but I wasn't stupid.  On those
rare occasions when my brain was allowed a fair share of my blood, rather
than it being pent up in a very different organ, it could be quite
effective.  Such was my case in bed that night.
   Who could she be thinking of?  (Well, you know, of course!  Apart from
our mum and Thomas the cat, it's the only name I've mentioned, but we did
have other friends)
   The question was whether a maybe-lesbian, who might or might not fancy
Jane, might be persuaded to photograph her having sex with her big brother
without telling the whole world; probably via the News of the World.  (An
alleged newspaper, full of the doings of company directors, models, vicars,
and choirboys, and aptly nicknamed the News of the Screws) Now this is the
sort of calculation at which women are expert, but which baffles most men.
   Nonetheless, Jane was quite surprised the next day when I picked up the
camera and casually said "Rachel?"
   "You worked that out?" She almost sounded impressed.
   "Would she do it, though?  And could she keep her mouth shut about it?"
   "Ah, now you're rushing at it." The normal balance of expertise was
restored.  "Let's see first whether she wants to play with me..."
   I was pretty sure my darling little sister wasn't talking about snakes
and ladders.  She did me the compliment of letting me see the first layer
of her strategy.  "Once we've played a bit together, she won't be so ready
to talk about us."
   Which, being translated from the feminine, meant that any sign of loose
talk about us would trigger the nuclear retaliation of outing her as a
lesbian.  (Yes, we did think like that.  The Bomb was an ever-present
thought even in the minds of us youngsters)
   "You are thinking of 'playing' with her, then?" The quotes were quite
audible.
   "I'd like to try it.  You don't mind, do you, love?  I won't if you do."
   "Thanks for that, love.  No, I don't mind.  In fact, I find the idea
quite exciting.  Can I watch?"
   I expected her to hit me and shied away in anticipation.  Instead, she
said, quite seriously, "We'll see, shall we?"
   I realised that I'd hit on at least part of the second layer.  I decided
to leave it there while I was winning.  Life was going to be interesting
over the next few weeks.  All thoughts of boredom had been swept away, and
our 'play' was seriously passionate that evening.
   As I went down of Jane, I kept asking whether she thought Rachel would
be as good at doing 'this' as I licked her 'tickle bump', or 'that' as I
stroked two fingers up inside her.  After, all, I had the right; I'd given
her her first ever come like that, five years before.  It seemed
particularly effective when I interrogated her with my mouth in her cunny
as she was seconds from coming.  She took matters in her own hands by
grabbing my head and rubbing my face into herself until she came.
   Of course she took her revenge when it was my turn.  Kneeling in front
of me, she asked, "Could Rachel lick you just under there?" "Would she know
how to fondle these just like this" "Do you think she could get all of this
in her mouth?"
   I was sorely tempted to a similar recourse as hers but decided that mum
would be upset if I choked her only daughter with my willy.  Instead, my
left hand held her back by her hair as I wanked myself off.  She had the
choice either to take it in or be splooged, and she took the former course.
She opened wide to show that she'd got it all, and swallowed.
   Her immediate comeback was "Could Rachel get all that in her mouth?  Do
you think she'd swallow it?"
   We looked at each other and starting giggling and rolled on the bed,
laughing together.  It turned into a missionary fuck with a distinct lack
of finesse.  As we came down from our climaxes I took my weight on my
elbows and asked my little sister "Could Rachel do THAT to you?".
   She drew my head down to her and kissed me.  "No, love, she certainly
couldn't".
   Over the next month or so, Jane befriended Rachel, and brought her home
on a couple of occasions.  She was quite attractive, although Jane totally
outshone her in my eyes.  About five feet tall, brown eyes, long dark hair
and a darker complexion than Jane.  Her breasts and hips were fuller and
she appeared altogether more mature physically.  She looked like the sort
of girl who enjoyed sunbathing, unlike Jane who turned salmon pink at the
first ray of sun.  They did what girls do together, both in the lounge and
in Jane's bedroom, but I could detect nothing improper, unless it was the
occasional glance Rachel gave Jane when she thought neither of us was
watching.
   Now, to explain the next episode, I have to tell you a little story. 
All the bedrooms in the house had locks, keyholes and, not surprisingly,
keys.  However, ours were confiscated at a very early age because our
mother told us "Little children like you don't need to lock yourself in".
This verdict was overturned when, at the childish age of twelve, I was
masturbating on top of the covers, naked, when she walked into my bedroom
without knocking.  I'm not sure who was the more embarrassed (although I do
know that my darling little sister nearly wet herself laughing when she
heard), but a key appeared in my lock, as if by magic.  Jane, of course,
made a fuss until she got one too.  Whether mum knew, or even suspected,
that Jane masturbated almost as much as I did, we shall never know.
   Of course, this was not as great a privilege as it seemed.  Mum's
reaction if Jane and I were to be found locked in together would have been,
I suspect, volcanic, but it played a major role it what happened next.
   As I may have mentioned before, Jane usually arrived home before me, her
school being nearer and finishing fifteen minutes earlier.  This timing was
probably to avoid the risk of boys meeting girls in the street and Getting
Up To Things.  Nobody considered the possibility of girls meeting girls in
the street and Getting Up To Things.
   On a sunny Thursday afternoon, this is just what happened.  Jane was
late home and Rachel was trailing behind.  They were both carrying shopping
bags and giggling quite excessively, not normally a habit of Jane's, and
they made no attempt to make conversation.  A swift, "Hello, Adam" from
both and a "See you later" from Jane, and they vanished into her room.  A
couple of minutes later, Jane popped out to the loo, giving me a grinning
thumbs-up from the door of my room and handing me her door key.
   I had a fair idea what that meant, but I had to allow for wishful
thinking in my deductions.  Be that as it may, I gave them a couple of
minutes to settle down, then crept out of my room and knelt by Jane's
keyhole.  They were still both fully dressed, but as I watched, Jane took a
frock out of Rachel's bag and showed it to her.  It didn't look special to
me, but what would I know?  Rachel seemed to like it, though.  Jane
gestured to her to try it on, and it was clear to me (but fortunately not
to Rachel) that the miming was for my benefit.
   Rachel modestly turned away from Jane, thus facing the door and my eager
eye and removed her school sweater, blouse, and skirt.  I could see that
she was much better endowed than Jane, with an almost adult bra, even if it
was in plain white material.  The eye of lust could discern what appeared
to be erect nipples - and it wasn't a cold day.  She was also wearing
bottle green school knickers, of the sort that I was wont to rip off Jane's
posterior on returning home from school.  It was a sight to stir up a monk,
let alone a randy fourteen year old boy.
   She turned for Jane's approval, which she got, accompanied by a friendly
hug.  Then Jane ran her hands down over Rachel's bum and said something,
shaking her head.  Jane lifted her skirt and pointed at those knickers. 
Jane nodded and made the gesture that men use when praising a woman's
figure with their hands.  She rummaged in Rachel's shopping bag and pulled
out a very different item of lingerie.  These knickers were appropriate for
a twelve year old - just.  Once again, Rachel turned away from her friend
for modesty's sake, holding the lingerie in her hand.
   As Rachel faced away from her, Jane confirmed my suspicions with a grin
and thumbs-up.  It seemed she knew I was there.  (She told me later that my
very eager head had been blocking the sunlight that our skylight fed into
the hall).
   Rachel, bless her, took the dress off to change her knickers, and handed
it backhand to Jane.  I saw her again in her underwear, then she slid the
school knickers off herself and down her legs.  Her nether hair was darker
than Jane's, but also much more copious.  It also looked to my inexpert
eyes to be trimmed, probably because it was the swimming season.  She
stepped into the new knickers, leaning with one hand on a chest of drawers
and opening her legs sufficiently to give me a view of her cunny, probably
less than a yard from my bulging eyes.
   Something else was bulging, too, but I couldn't spare the moment to
release him, as she pulled up her new knickers.  They definitely suited
her, but they might require a bit of a trip, if she was going to flash them
around.  Still, they did look lovely - they were pink, with a blue trim and
a little pink bow just above her pleasant parts.  She reached back for her
frock, but Jane put her hand on her shoulder to turn her round.  I could
almost read her lips "Oh let me see!"
   I took the opportunity to release the beast from his lair, but, with my
eye back at the keyhole, realised that I now had a prime view of Rachel's
luscious rounded bum.  I wondered if I'd ever get to stroke it through
those knickers.  I certainly hoped so.  I didn't catch their conversation,
but Jane was clearly praising Rachel's underwear and, by implication, her
body.  Then she leaned forward and kissed Rachel on the lips and hugged her
with her hands on those lovely buns.  Still almost innocent, but lust and
jealousy ran through me.  Lust seemed to have won, judging by the mess on
the door and carpet, but housework could wait.
   Jane backed away, put the frock gently on her bed and opened her bag. 
She took out a more minimal pair of knickers, in lime green with yellow
trimmings, and held them up for her schoolmate's approval, which was
clearly granted.  She laid them on the bed, and then removed her school
things, sweater, blouse and skirt; it seemed to me (who, after all, knew
Jane's style) with a certain element of tease.
   She didn't turn shyly away from her classmate.  She rolled the blue
knickers down an inch, then paused.  I wondered idly whether the different
colours signified - maybe in posh girls' schools, different Houses wore
different knickers.  Then she rolled them down another inch, just above the
top of her kitten-fur, looking Rachel boldly in the eye.  Rachel seemed
petrified, but her hands were slowly creeping down her sides.  Another
inch, and my sister's golden hair was just peeping out over the coarse
material.  Rachel's hands had disappeared, but the clenching of those
luscious buttocks gave a clue as to their whereabouts.
   Jane finally revealed her pleasant parts, then let the knickers fall to
her feet.  I was seeing a sight that I could literally see at my whim, most
days of the week, but this was different.  I was desperately keeping my
hands off my willy - I had a feeling I might need it later in the
proceedings, but restraint didn't come easily!  She picked up the allegedly
boy-proof garment on a toe, and flicked it across on to her bed, nicely
revealing the inner parts of her cunny, as she stretched her leg.  Then she
turned to the bed and bent, revealing her petite bum to the world or, at
least, to two of its inhabitants.  Turning, she put the delicate article on
one leg, inserted the other and pulled it up over her lovely self.  It
cupped her mound perfectly and, as she posed for Rachel for a good ten
seconds, I wondered when I'd get to caress her through it.  I could see
that she'd have no need to trim those golden curls, and I wondered if
Rachel was thinking the same.
   Then she gave us a twirl.  One and a half turns and now her bum was on
display.  Those knickers covered practically none of it, and I wondered
what mum would say when she found them.  As a piece de resistance, she bent
over, legs apart and again held the pose.
   Rachel's bottom was moving rhythmically now, and I wondered if she knew
what she was doing.  Jane turned back to face her, opened her arms and they
moved into a hug.  I saw my little sister's hands move down Rachel's back
and then settle on those succulent buns.  As she turned herself and her
friend round in a waltz-like movement, possibly for my benefit, I saw that
Rachel's hands were doing the same.  I could also see that they were
kissing passionately, and that two young pairs of breasts were cuddled
together.  Jane slipped her hands down the back of Rachel's brand-new
knickers and she received the same caress.
   She broke the kiss, while keeping her hands on that lovely bum, and
whispered something in Rachel's ear.  Rachel blushed, but nodded, and
reached behind herself to undo her bra.  Jane did the same, but it wasn't
her revelation I awaited.  Rachel leant forward to let her bra slip off her
breasts, and I could see them in all their glory.  Not huge, but more than
adequate with brown nipples tumid with excitement.  Jane did the same and
they embraced again, nipple seeking nipple.  Jane whispered again, and it
was Rachel who bent down to kiss my sister's breasts, taking in her mouth
each nipple in turn, as Jane stroked her hair.
   Now, it was Jane's turn.  She savoured each breast and its nipple, but
didn't stop there.  She kissed down her friend's tummy, paying special
attention to the belly-button, then dropped to her knees and gently lifted
the front of those pink underthings to gain access to that rich growth of
fur.  Jane slipped them down, let them fall to her feet and kissed her
pussy, once and twice, then let her tongue do to her friend what I had so
often done for her.  Rachel said "No, no, you mustn't!" loud enough for me
to hear through the solid door, but she was pushing Jane's face into her,
actions belying her words.  Jane ran one hand up her leg, the other still
cupping a buttock, and inserted two fingers into her cunny.  That was
enough.  With a cry of "Oh yes!  I'm coming!" she reached orgasm, quivering
with my sister's hand and mouth working on her pussy.  She looked guiltily
at the door and just for a moment I thought I'd been sussed.  Then I
realised she was worried about me hearing in my room.
   Jane kissed all the way back up her body and ended with a full-on mouth
to mouth kiss, giving her a taste of her own flavour.  She backed off and I
could see that she was saying "My turn".  Her new lover looked doubtful and
pointed to her mouth, shaking her head.  My darling sister didn't insist.
She took her lover's hand, inserted it into her knickers, and used it to
stroke herself.  Rachel got the idea quickly enough, to Jane's pleasure. 
After a while, she paused for a moment to slip off Jane's last item of
clothing.  This meant bending down, and she kissed those breasts that had
given me so much pleasure while resuming her stroking of that familiar
pussy.  Jane was red all down to her nipples and breathing heavily.  I
could see that she was nearly there, when Rachel made a major decision. 
She dropped to her knees, kissed Jane's navel and then, with an heroic
effort, bent down to kiss her pussy while her hand continued working.  Jane
came.  She, of course had no need to be so discreet.  "Oh yes, lick my
cunt, Rache!  Yes, yes, I'm coming!" at the top of her voice.
   'Rache' had very little say in this.  My little lover had her head in an
iron grip with both hands and thighs, a feeling I knew and loved. 
Fortunately while she could still breathe, she was released and hauled up
to let Jane taste her own sweetness on her lips.  When that kiss broke, and
it took a while, Rachel asked an urgent question, pointing at the door
behind which I lurked.
   Jane smiled and shook her head.  When Rachel became a little more
insistent she shrugged and whispered something in her friend and now
lover's ear.  Rachel looked boggled but grudgingly accepting, once again
looking towards the door and in the direction of my bedroom.  They resumed
their kiss, taking the opportunity to fondle each other's bums anew and to
explore each other's breasts with their hands.  I saw Rachel break their
clinch, pick up her frock - no underwear - and move towards the door.  I
decided it was time to vanish.  I fled into my room and, with a certain
degree of difficulty, managed to reinsert myself into my trousers.  Just in
time.  I heard steps go past my door and, a minute later, the toilet flush.
I just had to hope that Rachel didn't notice certain stains on the floor or
that, if she did, she didn't recognise them.  It was possible; she didn't
have brothers.  I heard her scurry back and the door close, so I'd probably
got away with that one.  Jane would probably notice, but it was her fault
anyway.
   I lay on the bed wondering about my devious little sister's next move. I
was betting that she'd told her lover that I knew what they'd been up to
and didn't mind.  That, though, was as far as I could see.  My cock,
despite its earlier spontaneous emission, was begging for release, but I
didn't know whether it would be required to perform in the near future.
   In fact, I didn't have to wait too long.  I heard a door open and close,
more steps, then the flush, but this time my door opened and Jane appeared,
clad only in her dressing gown.  She flashed me, as was her habit, holding
it open so I could stroke her cunny.  "Listen.  I've told Rache that you
know about us and that you're happy about it, but there's something she
should know about us.  Then I clammed up, but she's desperate to know what
it is.  I think she's guessed, but doesn't believe it."
   "Uh?" This was getting out of hand, although her pussy was very much in
my hand.
   "SSH!  Listen.  I'm going to ask Rache to give us five minutes and then
come over to this room.  I want us to be making love then, if you haven't
wanked all your stuff over my bedroom door!" She, of course, had noticed.
   "I didn't.  It just sort of spurted..."
   "Ugh.  I don't want to know.  You've still got some left?"
   I grabbed her naked body to me so the poking in her tummy revealed that
I indeed still had some left.
   "Good.  Try to keep it in while I have a word with Rache.  I'll just be
a minute." She turned back.  "And take your clothes off.  And get the
camera out."
   This was a female minute, which is about five times longer than the male
version.  The camera was already on the bedside table but I stripped
quickly, just in case.  Fortunately, I had no problems "keeping it in"
because I was beginning to worry about how this was going to work out.
   Jane returned, bare naked and lovely.  Before I could ask she said
"Rache is wearing it.  Now, come on!"
   We decided that the missionary position would probably be most in line
with Rachel's expectations, but Jane had to supply a little oral
encouragement before I was ready to perform.  She was more sympathetic this
time.  "I'm nervous too", she whispered in my ear, and the warmth and
wetness of her cunny soon had him back in peak condition.  We started
moving slowly, both listening for the door, and I was wondering how long we
could keep this up.  After what seemed like ages, there was a very
tentative knock.  I felt Jane contract round me; she really was nervous. 
"Come in, Rache!", she called, more cheerfully than, I suspect, she felt.
   Rachel did indeed come in, wearing Jane's dressing gown, tightly belted
around her; she was clearly nervous too.  She looked down at us on the bed,
caught in a beam of light from the skylight.  Her eyes were as wide as
saucers.  "You're...  With your brother..."
   "That's right, It's lovely, isn't it, Adam."
   I grunted my assent that it was.
   "Sit there and watch, if you like.  No, leave the door."
   If it was off-putting being watched, it was also strangely exciting.  We
were well into the rhythm and I was once again having self-control
problems, especially when I looked over at Rachel to see that her dressing
gown was now much more loosely tied; her right hand had worked its way
between her legs and the left appeared to be grasping a breast under the
material.  Jane stopped thrusting up at me for a moment.  "See the camera,
Rache?"
   She dragged her eyes away from our bodies and admitted that she did.
   "Will you photograph us, please?  We'll pose for you and say when.  It's
the little knob at the top." Not very flattering, I thought, but wisely
didn't say.
   We posed.  I raised myself up so that my little knob was halfway in,
glistening in the sunshine with my sister's juices.  We waited like that
for an endless two minutes, during which I somehow kept my stiffness, then
Rachel handed us the print without looking.  It was perfect!  My mighty
organ did glisten in the sunshine with my sister's juices.  Beginner's
luck, perhaps, but it was not only highly erotic but beautiful as well. 
"Look at it, Rache, isn't it lovely?"
   She took it tentatively in her left (dry) hand as if it might explode
and peered at it suspiciously.  Then her face lit up.  "It's perfect!  And
it's lovely!  You must keep it somewhere safe, though."
   "We will", I intervened.  "And we've got some lovely ones of you,
haven't we, Jane?" She had the grace to blush; at least her face went a
little redder than the rest of her top half as she lay below me.  I was
beginning to lose my erection but Jane came to my rescue.
   "Yes, we have; I'll show you later, Rache.  But you don't need that
gown, do you now?  Take it off.  That's better.  And we don't mind you
playing with yourself, do we, Adam?"
   I grunted my assent and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel's
hands roaming over her now naked body.
   "Come on Adam, love, fuck me now!  Sorry I kept interrupting, but I want
to feel you come inside me."
   The sight of Rachel pleasuring herself had got me stiff again, and the
pent-up arousal of the last half hour burst out.  I shagged my little
sister harder than I ever had and she thrust back in response.  I came like
a flood but stayed just hard enough for Jane to bring herself off before I
collapsed on top of her.  We were a comatose heap when Rachel cried out
"Yes, I'm coming, oh yes...  That was incredible, watching you do it.  It
was SO exciting."
   As we recovered, we looked over to see one hand still gently squeezing a
breast and the other buried between her now wide open legs.  She saw us
looking at her and quite deliberately put her hands by her side so we had a
perfect view of her treasures.  I rolled off Jane, enabling her to breathe,
showed Rachel my semi-erect cock, then stroked it up to its full size for
her pleasure and education.
   "I've never seen one before", she admitted.  "Well, only in pictures.  I
don't have a brother, you see..."
   "You can touch him if you like."
   "Oo.  Can I?" She did, and I taught her the basics of wanking, as learnt
by boys at the age of eight.  I could hear and feel Jane giggling behind
me. "You can kiss it too.  He probably tastes of me, but that shouldn't
bother you".  A nice reminder there that we all knew what the others had
done.
   Much more tentatively, she kissed the very tip.  "No, do it properly,
like this." My little sister rolled over and took him in her mouth,
stroking me to full arousal.  "You try now."
   She did, the first time he'd been in a mouth other than my sister's.  It
felt good.  "That's it.  Now stroke him as well, like you did before... 
Suck him now."
   "I'm going to come now", I gasped.
   "Rub him faster, Rache!".  I could feel Jane's lips against my buttock
as she thrust at me, very near to coming herself.
   "Oh yes, here it comes!"
   It was my third of the day, so it wasn't too copious.  A blessing for
Rachel, who had literally no idea what to expect.  Even so, it flooded her
both and ran down her chin.  Jane was no help.  She was noisily coming
against my right buttock and, when she did come back to Planet Earth, she
dissolved into giggles at the sight of her come-spattered friend.  Because
we'd started so young, she'd got used to tiny amounts and worked up, so to
speak.  When she saw that her friend was baffled and a little distressed,
she called her over to cuddle between us while she explained the Advanced
Facts of Life.
   "Sorry, I forgot you're not used to it.  Must be a bit of a surprise
when you're not expecting it.  We've been doing it for years and we both
love it.  It doesn't taste too horrid, does it?"
   I felt Rachel shake her head and cuddle closer into Jane while her
bottom pushed back against me.  I could feel yet another erection in the
offing.  "Let me lick it off you, Mm.., tastes nice.  Kiss me and we'll
share it."
   A more passionate kiss this time and more soft pressure on my poor
overworked willy, which bravely rose to the occasion.  I took the
opportunity to touch those luscious breasts that I'd so admired.  My
advances produced a nice wiggle down below so I continued to squeeze one
breast while my right hand wandered downwards.  Alas, I encountered a tiny
hand; that territory had already been claimed by my little sister.  Mine
retired in good order to tweak an already aroused nipple.  Rachel broke her
kiss for a moment to turn her head and whisper "Don't stop, that's nice"
before resuming her snog.  Her bum began pumping into me as her arousal
from Jane's cunning little fingers built up.  When they achieved their
desired result, Rachel came between us with a purr rather than a shout.  I
was nearly there and thought of bringing myself off against those
comfortable buns, but decided that she'd had enough surprises for one day,
and that a fourth coming was a bit greedy even for a teenage boy.  Instead,
I let him subside.
   I leant across to pat my sister's bum, just to remind her that we were
still an item and she gave my willy an affectionate squeeze in reply.  All
three of us snuggled ourselves to sleep, Rachel now being the succulent
meat in an incestuous sandwich.  She still had a lot to learn, but we'd
have fun teaching her.
   Having expended most effort, I was last to awake and, typically, the
girls were talking about me.
   "Did you enjoy your first time, Rachel?"
   "Yes, it was lovely.  I could even get used to using my mouth on
your...? Well, you know?"
   "My 'you know' really enjoyed it.  Did yours?"
   "Oo, yes.  And when you did it with your fingers."
   There was a minor disturbance beside me as the two little angels hugged.
   "And when Adam came in your mouth?"
   "I think it was the surprise more than anything, Jane."
   "You'll get used to it if you keep at it.  I love it, myself.  It's nice
to have him inside me when we can't do it the other way."
   Rachel thought for a moment.  "Oh, right, I see.  I'll give it another
go next time."
   So there's to be a 'next time'?  No one told me.
   "I could show you how much I like it, but I think poor Adams's finished
for the day."
   "I don't think so.  His thing's poking my bottom."
   It was; all this chat and the nearness of Jane's bum had him poking into
her soft cheek.
   "Are you awake, Adam?  Have you been listening to our conversation? 
That's very rude."
   My protest that it was, after all, MY bed fell on deaf ears. 
Incidentally, dear reader, if you are wondering why Jane never hosted these
events, think of the difference between the impact of semen stains on my
sheets and similar stains on Jane's.  It doesn't bear thinking about.
   Rachel leaned away and whispered something in my sister's ear.
   "Now you've stopped earwigging and pretending to be asleep, Rachel would
like to see me take your come in my mouth."
   "Uh?"
   "UH?"
   Rachel felt sure that she hadn't quite said that and I was aghast in a
general sort of way.
   "Stop pretending.  I know your willy is poking Rachel's bum."
   It undeniably was, and getting harder by the moment.  Any chance of it
going down without drastic action ended when Rachel felt behind herself and
cradled it in her hand.
   "Roll over on your back, Adam?  And you sit up, Rache, so you can see."
   We did as we were told, and my cock pointed to the ceiling as Rachel
renewed her grip, sitting up as instructed and reluctantly releasing me
from her grip.
   Jane spread herself across her school friend to get at me.  "No, Rachel,
keep hold of him.  You can wank him, and I'll suck."
   If she hadn't heard the word before, she was quick to guess what it
meant.  She did just that, and I felt the warmth and wetness of my sister's
mouth on my willy as Rachel stroked it.  It took longer this time, but that
was no hardship; I noticed what was happening around me.  While Rachel's
right hand was doing its duty, her left was stroking a little bum as Jane
wiggled on top of her.  She lifted her mouth off me for a second.  "Wank
him harder?  That's it."
   It was.  The impossible happened, and I began to come again.
   "I'm coming girls.  Ooh yes, take it, Jane.  Stop, Rachel, please stop!
No, don't let go; just hold him"
   It was a slightly edgy come, as fourth times around tend to be,
particularly when one participant has little experience, and no idea when
to stop.  She coddled my damp and rapidly shrinking willy in her hand,
though, which felt nice.  Jane ignored my protests.  I'd done my bit as far
as she was concerned.  She lifted herself up and gestured to her friend to
lie back.  Then she bent down to soul-kiss her and to share my come that
she had so carefully saved in her mouth.  Rachel had no choice but to take
it, but they carried on kissing for longer than was strictly necessary to
effect the transfer.
   "You see?  It's nice, isn't it?"
   "Yes, Jane, it's not too bad at all... really.  I think it was the
suddenness that bothered me last time."
   "You'll know what to expect and he'll give you more warning next time,
won't you, Adam?"
   Nice to be consulted, I thought, but wisely didn't say.
   "Yes, dear.  What time do you have to be home, Rachel?  It's quarter to
nine." That bedside clock was coming in useful again.
   "Nine o'clock.  I'd better be on my way."
   "Come on, Rachel.  You'll need a wash; come with me."
   We all would; we reeked of sex and a certain amount of emergency
ventilation would be needed.  Fortunately, model aircraft glue smells
stronger than the funkiest sex.
   Jane leapt out of bed, but Rachel rolled over to kiss and hug me.  I
could taste myself in her mouth, but that's never really bothered me.  I
have nothing but contempt for those wimps who won't kiss their girlfriends
after they'd been kind enough let them come in their mouths!
   "Next time, I'll do it right, Adam.  Promise."
   "I'll look forward to it.  Take care, Rache."
   Much rushing about, splashing and hurried dressing ensued, as I lay
there.  This last was in Jane's room, so I didn't get to see Rachel getting
dressed; that's one of my little perversions.  Maybe next time?  Rachel
leaned in to kiss me on the lips, then rushed for the door.
   "Was it good for you, big brother?" An old question with a different
edge.
   "Loved it, little sister.  How did you enjoy your first time with a
girl?"
   "Mm.  Nice.  Do you fancy doing it again some time?"
   "Very much.  You worked it very cleverly, didn't you?  And we've got
this picture." I picked up our holiday snap from the dresser.
   "I'm sure I don't know what you mean.  It just happened, didn't it?  Oo,
that's sexy!  Don't we look nice, Adam?"
   A viewer would have had to know us very well to recognise us from the
Polaroid snap, but we did indeed look nice.
   "Hug, sis?" We hugged as innocently as any sibling pair, despite our
nakedness and the photograph that lay beside us on the bed.
   "Right, tidying-up time.  Come on Adam, mum'll be home in half an hour."
   Easily said by one whose room did not smell like a Turkish brothel (no,
I haven't either) and look as if Hurricane Rachel had just swept through
it. Still, a quick rearrangement of bedclothes, hurling-on of clothes,
opening of windows and a bit of sticking-together of the Airfix Supermarine
Spitfire Mark II and the place had an altogether more business-like
ambience.
   Jane came in fully-dressed and looking as innocent as a lamb, at least
until she lifted her skirt and twirled to give me an all-round view of her
new knickers.  I reached out for her, but she danced away to blow me a kiss
from the doorway of her room.  I laid back on my bed and pondered the
events of the day.  Satisfactory, on the whole, I thought.
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