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 Title: I'll Show You Mine If...  Ch.  01
Summary: Erotic pleasures between step siblings.
Keywords: inc,fic,erotic
   I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.  - Chapter One
   I was too young to remember when my mother and father divorced, vaguely
even remembering when she remarried, and upon doing so, suddenly inheriting
an older sister.  And perhaps it was because I was so young at the time
that I didn't really mind it either.  I now had someone to play with,
especially as Kristine, though she later went by Kris, was quite the Tom
Boy while growing up.
   Needless to say, we grew close, we'd always been affectionate with one
another, sometimes to the point where her father, my mother would caution
us about getting "too" friendly with one another at times.  Though usually,
that was all that was ever said, just periodic precautionary warnings that
never really led anywhere.  As for Kris and I, we'd behave for a while, and
then slowly allow our playful, innocent attractions reestablish themselves.
Eventually, our parents gave up trying to separate us emotionally,
especially as we'd never given them a real reason for concern.  At the
time, sex just wasn't an issue for either one of us.  Maybe we were too
young, or maybe we'd simply not considered the possibility of that as we
happened to live in the same house together or something.  But we were
close.  Perhaps closer than a real brother and sister would have been.
   And not to say I didn't occasionally get on Kris's nerves, or she mine.
We did.  Just like any real siblings might have.  We had our moments. 
Especially when Kris began bringing home her friends, one of which I had an
immediate crush on.  But with Susan being a year older, dating a Jock and
being a very popular cheerleader herself, just like Kris was, it wasn't
something I could possibly hope to pursue personally.  All I could do was
worship her from afar, and let it go at that.  Which is why Kris would very
often chase me away from hanging around all the time.  Something she didn't
normally do whenever it was just the two of us.
   By now of course, sex was very much an issue with me.  Far more curious
than experienced, I had stumbled a handful of times into catching Kris
either partially undressed, or fully nude twice.  Only one of those of
which she had never known I'd actually stood there watching her without her
being aware of it.  All the rest had been those quick fleeting, or
surprised glimpses causing a moment of panic, awkwardness, though even then
a bit of playful teasing coming from it afterwards.
   Obviously Kris had developed nicely, which I hadn't up until that
particular moment thought too much about.  Funny how circumstance can
change all that.
   When we'd grown up, one of the household rules was, we did our own
laundry.  Something I didn't at all mind as by then I'd not only been
having numerous "wet dreams", but I went through hankies like they were
going out of style.  I had a stash of girlie magazines tucked under my
mattress, easily accessible for my daily pleasures for one thing, but even
those didn't arouse me nearly as much as seeing Susan whenever she came
over for a visit with Kris.
   It was a typical Saturday morning.  My stepfather had gone off for his
weekly golf outing with the guys much earlier.  My mother very often went
off to visit with friends for their weekly coffee gossip session for a few
hours, leaving Kris and I home alone where it was expected we would perform
and do whatever chores we had before heading out for the day.
   Saturday was my day to sleep in, which I normally always did as Kris was
an early riser, always had been.  The beauty of that was, she got her wash
going first thing, and then afterwards I'd begin my own so we never really
got in one another's way.
   For whatever reason, I simply couldn't sleep any more.  I had actually
gone to bed early on Friday, but it was obvious I had gotten more than
enough sleep as I lay there wide awake, finally deciding to get up.  As
Kris slept downstairs much closer to the laundry room, I figured she would
already be up and about doing her laundry already.  I gathered what little
I had, which included stripping the sheets off my bed, and decided to carry
them downstairs, pile them on the floor until she was finished, and then
begin my own.
   Opening the door to the basement, I could already hear the washer as
well as the dryer going.  I made my way down the short flight of steps,
bundle in my arms being careful not to trip as I did so as it was somewhat
difficult to see.  I guess because of that, I was a bit quieter than usual
coming down.  Reaching the landing of the hallway, I turned looking towards
the laundry room and saw the door was partially closed, though not
entirely. I began making my way towards it when I stopped cold.  I had seen
movement for one thing, so I knew Kris was inside the room.  But what had
caught my attention was the fact that she was entirely naked!  It was again
just a brief quick fleeting observation as she passed by the semi-open
door. Obviously she'd been sorting out her laundry in the nude, for
whatever reason, though even this I found a little odd.  Curious, I
deposited my bundle on the floor, and then quietly crept down the hallway
towards the laundry room.  With the door ajar the way it was, I stood next
to the wall, peering through the hinged side of the door, which allowed
about an inch or two of observation for me.  Kris was standing at the sink
looking at herself in the mirror.  I found myself holding my breath as she
reached up, cupping her own breasts and simply stood there holding them
while looking at herself.
   Kris had great looking tits.  And though I had seen them very briefly
before, I had never had the pleasure of doing so for any considerable
length of time like I was doing now.
   I guess it wasn't all that odd that she would stand there and look at
herself.  I'd very often done that much myself, examining and looking at
the changes in my body while growing up.  And that on some few occasions,
had led me into doing other things as I stood there, curious about my own
body no differently than anyone else might have been, and probably were. 
Though again I had never considered that aspect as being something that
Kris herself very likely did too.  But there she was, standing there
examining her breasts, which I suddenly found quite interesting, not to
mention a little arousing and exciting as she continued fondling herself. I
was of course cautious and careful in my observations.  Should Kris
discover me standing there looking at her, I knew there would be hell to
pay, not from my parents, as that's something she'd never have squealed on
me for doing.  But from her directly.
   When she suddenly began rolling her nipples between her fingers however,
that's when things got really interesting.  This was something entirely
different than just catching her getting dressed, or coming out of the
bath. This...was something naughty.
   Kris certainly didn't have overly large sized breasts, but they weren't
small either.  I guess they were perfectly proportionate for her 5'9" frame
an inch taller than I was myself at the time.  She normally wore her long
brunet colored hair in a ponytail most of the time too, but at the moment,
it hung loose and full down to the middle of her back as she stood there.
And because it did, it likewise directed my continuing gaze downwards, her
cute, tight firm ass more revealed at the moment than I'd honestly seen it
before.  Standing with her back towards me, I couldn't see anything else of
course as the counter top prevented anything else from being revealed,
aside from her nice full breasts.  Each of which was capped by a dollar
sized dark tan nipple that I now realized had puckered, grown taut and
erect as my step-sister stood there fingering them observantly.
   By now I had obviously become erect, which wasn't all that good of a
condition for me to be in, as I was wearing nothing more than a pair of
tighty-whites at the time.  It wasn't all that unusual for either one of us
to run around the house in our underwear, especially as our parents very
often did the same.  Seeing mom in nothing more than a bra, panties, or a
slip had never been a big deal.  Nor was it when dad came down in nothing
more than his boxer shorts, a robe which was usually open as he sat reading
the paper over a morning cup of coffee.  Even Kris had occasionally darted
about in nothing more than her bra and panties, though she was usually
always in a hurry when doing so.
   But like I said, this was entirely different.  Especially with me now
standing there with a hard on, which I had absentmindedly began fondling as
I stood there looking through the crack in the door.
   When she turned, I nearly jumped out of my skin.  I hadn't thought far
enough ahead to realize the precarious position I had placed myself in.  I
had in fact nowhere to run, no place to hide, and totally without any sort
of excuse for lurking there behind the door the way that I was, especially
now...sporting an erection.  To my relief, as I stood there wishing I could
turn invisible, Kris didn't step out of the room as I expected her to do.
Having passed by the door without coming out, I once again glanced through
the crack in the door, though this time more directly into the mirror.  I
hadn't realized it until that very moment, but the washer was just then
going into the spin cycle.  Looking into the mirror, I was now very
surprised to see that Kris had actually climbed up onto the washer as was
now sitting there on top of it.  She'd spread out one of the bath towels,
and now sat with her legs dangling down over the edge.  This too I found
curious, none of which made sense to me until a few precious moments after
that.
   I watched as Kris repositioned herself.  There was just enough room
between the washer and the dryer, that she was able to dangle one leg off
one side, and the other leg over the other side, which placed her so that
she was sitting directly on the corner of the washing machine as it began
going into the cycle.  I stood there wide-eyed, only then realizing that
Kris was in fact masturbating!  Using the vibrations of the washer itself
to further enhance her enjoyments, though she had also dipped her hand down
between her wide-open legs, which I could now clearly see in the mirror. 
Only then did I notice the small thin strip of pubic hair just above her
opening, barely enough to even matter which I again found curious as to why
she would do that.  But erotically stimulating as hell too as I stood there
looking at her.  It acted like a homing beacon for me as I stood there
staring at my sister's pussy for really the first time.
   Luckily for me, her eyes were closed and she wasn't directly facing
towards the mirror now either.  Had she looked, she might very well have
spotted me in the reflection of it, peeking through the crack in the door,
though the risk of her catching me was remote even then.
   Continuing to now purposely stroke my dick as I stood there, I watched
as Kris again cupped one of her breasts, her nipples sticking out further
than I'd ever seen them do as she sat playing with one of them, her free
hand obviously tickling and twirling her clit, though I couldn't see her
doing that as clearly as I would have liked.  But it was the expression on
her face that alerted me to the fact she was nearing orgasm, her mouth
suddenly opening in an oval of pleasure, her hand coming down grabbing one
edge of the washer, the other between her legs now gripping the other side.
I watched as Kris leaned forward, just as the somewhat unbalanced washer
really began spinning.  She had timed it near perfectly, which told me in
an instant this wasn't the first time she had done this.  I watched my
step-sister climax, even hearing her low-deep throated groan of pleasured
release escape her lips, though she was still careful about being too loud
about it as she came.  Simultaneously, I felt the liquid surge of my own
juice traveling up the length of my shaft and immediately began spurting
off inside my briefs, thankful at the moment that I had them on rather than
squirting off into nothingness.
   I took that moment to collect my senses, and sprinted down the hallway
back up the stairs, my shorts full of cum, and my hand equally as sticky as
I did so.
   I thought briefly about picking up my bundle of dirty laundry, but with
only moments to spare, I left it, already concocting a story for its being
there as I hurriedly made my way back upstairs to my room.  As I expected,
though I'd had sufficient time to change my shorts, actually throw on some
cut off jeans and a tee shirt, not to mention wash my hands before that, I
soon after heard a knock on my bedroom door.
   "Rob?  Are you decent?" I heard Kris calling into me.
   "Come on in!" I answered back stepping out of my own personal bathroom,
brushing my hair as she entered.  By now at least I had managed to collect
myself, calm down, and look reasonably normal.  Kris on the other hand
looked anything but.  Her face was flushed and she had a look of worried
concern on her face.
   "Umm, noticed you dumped your laundry in the hallway," she said simply.
   "Oh yeah, sorry," I said maintaining my unknowing façade.  "Brought it
down, but heard the washer and dryer still going, so I just dumped it
there, figured I'd come back for it once you were all done with yours."
   Her face showed relief in it as I said that.  A smile coming back,
replacing the worried frown she'd come in with.
   "Well, don't forget and just leave it there either," she now said
somewhat haughtily.  "I'm not your personal maid you know."
   Like me, Kris now wore a pair of faded cut off jeans, though she looked
a hell of a lot better in them than I did.  In addition to that, she wore a
somewhat tight fitting tank top, though it was clearly evident she was also
wearing a bra, but the hint of her still somewhat aroused nipples were
still peeking through pressed tightly against the material.  I quickly
averted my gaze turning, setting down the hairbrush I'd been using down on
my desk.
   "Just on my way now, provided you're finished," I said meaning one
thing, and saying another.
   "Just about, just waiting for the last load to dry now, though you can
start your first load in the washer," she said taking liberty and sitting
down on the edge of my bed.  "And by the way, Susan's coming over later, so
do me a favor if you would please, keep your tongue inside your mouth while
she's here."
   Kris knew I'd had an attraction towards Susan for quite some time now,
and enjoyed teasing me about it, only chasing me off when I'd actually
become too much of an irritant or a nuisance to have around.
   "Don't worry, I'm meeting the guys at the mall, we're going to hang
around together for a while, so you and Susan can have all the secret,
private girly-girl time together you'd ever wish for!" I retorted
teasingly.
   Kris knew what I meant by that, we'd often joked about such things
before, had more than one semi-intimate discussion away from our parents in
fact, and had on some few occasions confided in one another about our
curiosities, and limited experiences.  I'd made the mistake of telling Kris
about one of mine, seeing two girls together.  She'd not let me forget it
ever since, though I'd fought back the best way I could, accusing her of
perhaps actually doing something like that with her girlfriends,
particularly Susan.
   "You wish," Kris spat at me, though she smiled when saying that, and
actually tossed one of the pillows off my bed at me when she did. 
Unfortunately, there was an unexpected side effect when she did that. 
After having stripped the sheets off my bed, I had stuffed one of my stroke
books beneath my pillow, intending to put it back beneath the mattress
later when I remade my bed.  I hadn't gotten around to it yet, and now
seeing it lying there, Kris snatched it up before I could.  "What's this?"
She said grabbing it, and holding it away from me, laughing as she did so.
"One of your dirty jerk-off books perhaps?"
   I so wanted to say something, but didn't dare.
   "Give it back," I said instead, standing there with my hand out, though
it was immediately obvious she wasn't about to, especially when she opened
it and began flipping through it instead.  I put my hand down, waiting for
her next malicious comment, but she surprised me as she sat there looking
through my dirty magazine.
   "Do women with great big tits turn you on?" She asked seriously.
   I walked around the end of the bed sitting down next to her.  We sat
staring at the magazine together for a moment as she continued turning the
pages.  "Well?"
   "It's not BIG tits necessarily," I began to admit.  "Just that they have
tits," I now said grinning.  "It's not really how big they are...I just
like looking at them is all."
   "You mean jerking off to them," she teased half throwing the book back
at me as she said that.
   "Oh like you don't!" I shot back, wishing the moment I'd said it that I
hadn't, especially by the look on her face, though I quickly tried changing
the subject in a weird sort of direction.  "You don't have enormous boobs,"
I now tossed out, once again catching her off guard by the comment.  "But
they're still nice to look at, hell...the guys tell me all the time how
good looking my sister is, and you're really not even my sister either, yet
they tease me all the time about how lucky I am living with you."
   "They say that about me?" She asked curiously flattered by it.  One
thing I had always liked about Kris was, she wasn't conceited, or even
considered herself all that attractive, even though she was.  She'd never
been stuck up about her looks, or the fact that guys very often looked at
her with lust filled eyes.  That was something she always thought was
directed towards Susan, or Kathy, or even Michelle whenever some of the
others of her cheerleading squad had come over, or she'd been hanging
around with at the time.
   "All the time," I assured her.  "And like I said, you really do have
nice looking boobs too sis."
   Once again she hit me, playfully.  Obviously I had seen them, though as
far as she knew, only by accident.  "You really mean that?" she then asked.
"They're not too small?" she said thrusting her chest out to some extent. I
took the moment to pointedly look at them, having been basically given
permission to do so without the penalty of another hit from her.
   "Not hardly," I half sighed, which did warrant a small slap, though it
too was a half-hearted one.  "Hell Kris, I'd jerk off while looking at your
tits any day!"
   That did warrant a hard one, which I got, though we laughed about it as
Kris suddenly pushed against me, knocking me back onto the bed where she
jumped on top of me, and began pummeling me with her fists, though not
really hard enough to hurt me, which she easily could have.  Finally
pinning me, which I let her do as I could have easily flipped her onto her
back if I'd wanted to, I lay there looking up at her chest as her breasts
hovered only inches away from my face, her twin hard pointed nipples now
suddenly pressing against the material of her tank top.  I was half tempted
to reach up and bite one through her shirt.
   "Take it back!" she demanded still giggling.
   "No!" I laughed back.
   "You'd actually do that?" she now asked once again half seriously, once
again adding..."No you wouldn't, so take it back!"
   And then just as seriously I looked at her.  "I would, and I already
have."
   Kris sat up releasing my arms, the look on her face pure surprise at my
admission.
   "You really have, haven't you?" She stated, though not in an angry sort
of way at all, more in wonder that I actually might have.
   I was in fact blushing, a flush spreading across my face, the earlier
episode downstairs still too fresh in my mind, along with the somewhat
enjoyable cum while watching her.  Not to mention the way she was sitting
on me now, her hard nipples clearly evident, and my prick suddenly
stiffening again, which I only then realized she'd soon feel if I didn't
move her off me.  I took the offense by way of an excuse, grabbing her arms
and suddenly flipping her onto her back instead, now pinning her down.  She
squealed in surprise, laughing again at the unexpected turn of events,
though I didn't continue to sit there, using the maneuver as an excuse to
stand up.  My erection becoming far too noticeable if I were to stay there,
turning my back towards her quickly, my hand rapidly making an adjustment
in front before turning back around once again to face her.  To my
surprise, her eyes were focused right there when I did.  My ploy hadn't
gone unnoticed or undetected.
   "You're horny!" she said simply only then looking up into my eyes.
   "So?  So are you," I said glancing down at the front of her tee shirt,
forcing her to take stock in herself.
   "No I'm not!" she said though she continued looking at her hard pressed
nipples even as she said that.  "Just because they're hard, doesn't mean
I'm horny.  But you...certainly are!"
   At the moment she had me a bit flustered and confused.  It was in fact
very possible she was telling the truth.  There was no reason that she
actually might be, not really.  After all, I was her brother, even if I was
her stepbrother, and there had never been anything, or any indication ever
expressed between us that would imply any other interests or curiosities
beyond the normal.  And now, I felt embarrassed, even a little guilty for
having spied on her earlier, let alone confessing to her what I'd basically
done earlier.
   "I need to get my wash going," I said ending the conversation.  "Mom
will be back soon, and I want to get going before she gets here and finds
something else for me to do, and keeps me from meeting up with the guys."
   Kris stood, walking towards the door though she looked back briefly
towards me.  "I don't think we're finished talking about this," she stated,
and then turned and disappeared from my bedroom.
   **
   Several days went by without anything further being said about the
incident in my bedroom.  On Wednesday, which was my parents bowling night,
and pizza night for us, I had already ordered and taken my fare share of
the pizza with me down stairs into the den to watch a little TV.  Mom and
dad wouldn't be home until late, which was always the case on Wednesday
nights, as after bowling, they would usually sit around and visit with
their friends in the bar for an hour before finally coming home.  I looked
forward to Wednesdays for several reasons, usually Kris went out on a date,
or was with her friends most of those nights, leaving me alone.  I would
very often kick back with my pizza, watch a somewhat risqué movie on TV, or
even if I was lucky enough, borrow an X-rated DVD or two from my friends.
   I'd been planning on doing just that, having heard earlier in the day
Kris talking to mom about going out shopping with Susan after school and
hanging around for a while.  I'd just settled myself in, had even turned on
a dirty movie to watch when I heard the back door open and then close. 
Seconds later I heard the sound of Susan's voice along with my sister's as
they headed down stairs.  A simple touch of the remote hid the movie I'd
been watching, though having to do that irritated me to some degree.  I
heard Susan's voice as they reached the landing, and then my sisters as she
told Susan to go ahead on into her room and that she'd meet her there
shortly after looking in on me.
   "You save us any?" She asked entering the room.
   "In the kitchen," I said without turning to look at her, pretending to
be too absorbed in the movie I hadn't been watching.
   There was a momentary pause.  "Susan's here...we're going to be trying
on some clothes we just got, so behave yourself," she warned me.
   "Boring!" I said waving my hand over my shoulder at her still without
turning to see her, and then heard her leave.  The reality was, I'd have
loved to see the two of them changing in and out of their clothes, though I
knew that was in fact an impossibility.
   I went back to watching the movie I didn't want to watch, and began
munching on another slice of pizza when I heard the girls once again come
back down the hall, heading towards the stairs.  This time I did turn to
look, and saw Susan as she actually smiled and waved at me before heading
up the stairs right behind Kris.  I waved back, but by then she'd already
disappeared.  They came back down minutes later with their share of the
pizza.  Once again Kris took a momentary detour as Susan headed back down
the hall towards her room.
   "Brought you a beer," she told me.  "And there's another for you in the
fridge, just make sure you drink it, or get rid of it before mom and dad
gets home." I thanked her, taking it from her and saw she had four more in
her hands, two each for she and Susan.  I enjoyed my beer along with
another slice of pizza, and then decided to go upstairs into the kitchen
for the other one.  As I walked out of the den, I saw the door open to my
sister's room.  Unlike my own, which was the main reason I'd preferred the
choice of bedrooms over the one downstairs, Kris's bathroom was across the
hall rather than being connected.  We smiled at one another as I turned at
the landing about to go up just as she appeared in the hall, heading in
towards the bathroom.
   "Don't forget to get rid of the bottles," she reminded me.  "In fact,
after you finish yours, come and get ours too and throw them out ok?"
   Kris had bought the beer, so it was only fair that I should.  "Ok," I
said disappearing from view, though rather than going up the stairs, as it
would have seemed I had done, I stood there instead for a moment, hearing
the bathroom door close.  But what I'd observed throughout all of this, was
the door leading into my sister's room was still open.
   It was risky perhaps, but I knew I'd be given ample warning, and didn't
have a whole lot of time to stand there and think about it either.  The
moment I heard the bathroom door close and lock, I raced down the hall,
thankful to be in stocking feet, and once again stood at the door looking
through the crack in it just as I had done the Saturday before.  Sure
enough, Susan was standing in front of Kris's vanity mirror looking at
herself, or rather one of the new blouses they'd just purchased together.
Which is when she reached down grabbing the bottom of it, and then pulling
it up and over her head.  Susan wasn't wearing a bra!
   Unfortunately, I had only a split second of time to enjoy the view,
Susan had slightly larger breasts that Kris did, tough they were far
pointer in fact than hers were, with much pinker, much smaller nipples too,
though they were exquisitely pretty in an entirely different way than my
sister's were.  Hearing the flush of the toilet, I raced once again back
down the hallway and up the stairs into the kitchen, retrieving my second
beer.  I stood there for several moments before taking it back down the
stairs with me into the den.  After I had done that, I walked to the door,
peeked around it down the hallway, surprised to see the door partially
open. For whatever reason, Kris hadn't closed it fully.  Something I found
odd as she'd always done so before whenever she'd had her friends over.
   Once again, I found myself creeping down the hallway, knowing full well
that should either one of them come out heading for the bathroom or
anywhere else, I'd be had.  But I safely reached the door, peering in
through my now familiar little crack, pleased to see the two of them now
standing there in front of my sister's full length dressing mirror.
   Susan was a very typical blue-eyed blonde, though she wore her hair much
shorter than Kris did at mere shoulder length.  "I don't know...what do you
think?" She said.  "With?  Or without the bra?"
   "Let's see it without," Kris suggested as she sat on the edge of the bed
looking in the mirror at her.  I stood there with my tongue hanging out as
Susan once again reached down pulling it up and over her head.  This time
she had the bra on, but quickly reached behind unclasping it, letting it
fall.  I was again treated to another quick glimpse of her bare breasts
before she again slipped the tee shirt back on again, and then stood there
turning from side to side admiring herself.
   "Yes?  No?" She asked Kris.  "Too obvious?"
   "Not as long as you don't get rock-tits," Kris teased her, which they
both laughed at.
   "Here, you try it, let me see how it looks on you," Susan then
suggested, once again taking it off, though she now stood there bare
breasted as Kris stood up standing beside her taking the blouse she had on,
off.  Along with her own bra.  I was again treated to the sight of both of
them briefly standing there topless, though Kris soon after struggled into
the tee shirt, and then posed herself, turning from side to side looking
into the mirror at the two of them.  Susan doing so topless, completely
oblivious to my presence.  I stood staring at the two of them, my eyes
locked on Susan's tits briefly, then glancing away, just in time to see
Kris's eyes in the mirror.  She was looking at me!
   I froze, unable to move.  There was no mistaking it either, she had seen
me.  For a long moment she just stood there looking into the mirror towards
me, my eyes locked on hers.
   "Try these shorts on," she suddenly suggested, picking them up from a
pile they had on the bed.  "Let's see how they look on you, and then decide
which shirt might go better with them after that."
   I was blown away.  I couldn't have been mistaken, Kris had seen me, of
that I was reasonably sure.  But the fact she hadn't said anything, made an
issue of it, or simply walked over and closed the door had confused me
beyond imagination.  She could have easily done so without alerting Susan
I'd been standing there spying on the two of them.  Now, I watched as Susan
slipped off the jeans she was wearing, surprised to find she wasn't wearing
any panties at all as she pulled them down stepping out of them and then
kicking them off to one side.
   "You have some panties I can wear with these?" Susan asked.  "I don't
dare actually wear them without," she giggled.  "At least in jeans, if I
get a little naughty feeling down there, it's not as noticeable."
   Once again the girls laughed as Kris disappeared from view momentarily.
I heard the sound of her dresser drawer opening as she rummaged through it.
Susan continuing to stand there entirely naked now, looking at herself in
the mirror as she waited.  It seemed that Kris was taking an inordinate
amount of time to locate a clean pair of panties for her friend.
   "It doesn't matter what they look like," Susan said turning to face her,
though I still couldn't see her myself from where I stood.  "Any pair will
do."
   "Here, try these on," Kris said tossing them to her.  I now stood there
watching her as she bent over and then slipped her legs through pulling
them up.  I watched in pure wondrous delight as she did so, watching her
full heavy breasts sway as she leaned over, jiggling quite nicely, hanging
there suspended for a moment, wishing I was cupping each of them in my
hands.  A moment after that, Kris reappeared, she too was now naked, and
something I hadn't expected to see as she crossed back in front of the
mirror and now stood there as Susan slipped on the pair of shorts they had
purchased.  Once again, I saw Kris look at me through the mirror, and this
time, she actually smiled!
   I now watched as Kris stepped into a black thong, taking her time while
pulling it up over her legs as she stepped into it.  She then turned
reaching towards the bed, grabbing a skirt with the tags still on it.  This
time, she looked at me without the aid of the mirror, once again smiling as
she did so.
   "I gotta pee," Susan announced suddenly.  "Must be the beer!" The smile
on my sister's face quickly disappeared as she hurriedly turned.
   "Wait!" She almost yelled out a little too quickly, tossing one of the
tank tops they'd purchased at her.  "Put this on first, see how it looks
with the shorts."
   What I realized, was that Kris had just given me the one and only chance
that I had to disappear back down the hall and into the den again without
being seen.  I turned sprinting away, easily making it, and then moments
later hearing the door to the bathroom open and close.  Seconds after that,
Kris poked her head in through the door of the den.
   "Enjoy the show?" she giggled.  "And don't say I never gave you
anything," she then added, disappearing before I could comment.
   Minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and close, and then heard
my sister's bedroom door fully close.  Susan must have done so when
reentering.  Even so, I stood, poking my head around the corner of the door
looking down the hall and saw the cardboard carrier with four empty beer
bottles sitting in it, parked just outside her door.  I smiled, walked down
the hall, retrieved it, and then added the two empty ones of my own and
took it outside to bury it well beneath the rest of the garbage.
   **
   I went back to watching my movie, though I turned the sound way down so
I could listen for them should they come out again.  An hour later, they
did, it was nearly ten o'clock by then, and Susan was heading home.  She
did stop at the den to say goodnight, I had a feeling that Kris had at some
point told her about my semi-innocent crush on her, and had actually been
flirting with me, though not in a serious way.  I think she was more amused
by it, though flattered by it as well to some extent, and was just a bit
friendlier towards me than normal.
   "Goodnight Robbie!" She said, using a name I wouldn't normally have
liked hearing, but the way she said it, made me smile and grin stupidly,
which I was still doing as Kris peaked in at me a moment after that before
following Susan back up the stairs.
   "I'll be right back...Robbie," she mimicked, and then turned before I
could stick my tongue out at her.
   I got up turning off the TV entirely, and then ejected the X-rated DVD
from the player intending to head on upstairs to bed.  There was one more
small issue I had to deal with however, as I quickly folded up my spent wad
inside the hanky I had used, stuffing it down into my back pants pocket.  I
then started up the stairs just as Kris met me coming down.
   "Where are you going?" she asked, spotting the DVD I still held in my
hand.  "And what's this?" She said grabbing for it, though I just managed
to move it out of the way before she could.
   "You already know what it is," I told her, still holding it out at arm's
length far away from her.
   "What?  Seeing Susan wasn't good enough?" she teased wickedly.  "I
thought you'd appreciate that a little more, guess maybe you didn't if you
needed that too," she went on, making another grab for it.  This time I let
her take it, answering her question, which surprised her when I did.
   "You...and Susan, are far more attractive and sexy looking than any of
the women in the movie," I said honestly.  "And it wasn't the movie I was
thinking about afterwards either," I then added, though why I did, I don't
really know.
   "You...thought about me and Susan?" she asked curiously.  "While doing
what?" she then pressed smiling.
   "You know damn well what," I tossed back at her, seeing her eyebrows
raise over the admission.
   "No way...no you didn't," she challenged.  I laughed at her.
   "Yes...I did," easily reaching for and taking the movie back away from
her, which she didn't even fight trying to keep.
   "Prove it."
   "What?"
   "You jerked off thinking about Susan."
   "And you," I said easily, seeing the surprised look in her face.
   "You jerked off thinking about me and Susan," she amended.
   "Yeah, I did."
   Once again she stood there looking at me.  "Prove it," she said once
again.  Kris knew me.  I'd once made the mistake of adding a few of my own
things in with hers when doing the laundry in an attempt to hurry things
along.  She'd come down to grab her things out of the dryer, realized I'd
done just that, and then began sorting out her clean clothing from mine. 
Almost immediately, she'd noticed the inordinate amount of clean hankies in
the wash, and knew that she hadn't seen me running around blowing my nose
all the time either.
   I reached back into my pocket, producing the cum filled hanky I had used
earlier.  "Trust me...I did," I said holding it out to her, though she
didn't take it of course, nor had I expected her to.  She was just curious
if I actually had.
   She actually smiled then.  "Come back down stairs in ten minutes," she
told me somewhat mysteriously, "and I'll tell you something."
   I wondered what that might be, but took the opportunity to head back to
my room stash the movie and toss my cum-hanky in the dirty clothes hamper
in my room.  We still had perhaps an hour or more before mom and dad got
home, as I curiously headed back downstairs to my sisters bedroom.  By the
time I got there, she was in bed, the sheets drawn up over herself, but it
was clearly evident she didn't have anything on, on top at least.
   "What were you going to tell me?" I asked sitting down on the end of her
bed.  Kris sat up, but she brought the top sheet with her, ensuring that
she remained covered when doing so.
   "I'm going to tell you a secret, something a little naughty.  But I
swear Rob, if this ever gets out, I'll know where it came from, and if that
happens, I'll never, ever trust you again, and I'll never ever share
anything with you again either if it ever does!"
   "What?" I now asked curiously excited, just having heard Kris tell me it
was something naughty, and something to be kept secret had me suddenly
aroused with interest.
   "We masturbated too!" she said almost whispering it when she said it.
   "When?"
   "Just before Susan left," she said grinning.  "And it's not the first
time either," she told me.  "We've done it before."
   "You have?  When?"
   "Not all the time, or every time she comes over either, just sometimes.
Sometimes we just get horny talking about guys and stuff.  It was Susan who
first taught me how to use one of the vibrators she'd brought over to show
me that she'd gotten.  I'd never seen one, let alone used one before,
so...she actually showed me how to do it!"
   "No shit!  Really?"
   "Yes...really!"
   I grinned looking at my sister.  "Prove it!"
   Kris laughed.  Obviously it was a bit more difficult for her to prove
that she had, or that they had as opposed to my being able to.
   "Oh sure...how?" she giggled "It's not like..."
   "Show me."
   Her eyes popped wide open.  "You're serious!"
   "What were you two thinking about when you did...IF you even did," I
continued to press acting like I didn't believe a word of it, even though I
was actually beginning to.
   "You really want to know?"
   "Yes," I actually hissed.  "Yes...I do."
   "Ok...well, to be perfectly honest about it, we were thinking about you,
well at least Susan certainly was, I told her about another guy I've been
seeing, though I will be honest with you to that extent, it wasn't really
him I was thinking about when we did it.  I was thinking about you too,
about Saturday when we were messing around upstairs in your bedroom.  But I
couldn't very well tell Susan about that now could I?" she said.
   "You...you two were talking, thinking about me?  Why?"
   Kris giggled at that.  "I told her how I thought you had a thing for
her, and that you were probably at that very moment, jerking yourself off
there in the den thinking about her."
   "You didn't!"
   "Oh yes...I did.  And the thought of that actually got her horny,
especially as we'd already spent half the night naked in my bedroom, which
you obviously saw," she winked.  "Which I did for you by the way," she then
added.
   "Yeah, I know that now...and thank you.  But I still can't believe you
told her that, or that you and Susan actually played with yourselves
afterwards, in front of one another no less."
   "And like I told you, it's not the first time, we've done it before,
several times, and we've even done it a couple of times when Kathy and
Michelle where here too!" she now added.
   "No fucking shit!  Really?" Suddenly this image of the four of them
together, all watching one another as they played with themselves suddenly
had me rock hard, and I didn't even know it yet.  "Nah...no you didn't,
you're bullshitting me!" I finally decided.
   But I could see by the look in Kris's face she wasn't lying to me about
it.  She'd just told me the truth.
   "Holy shit!" I said again.  "I've heard of guys sharing a circle
jerk...but never heard that girls did anything like that together."
   "Oh?  And why wouldn't we?
   It was then that I noticed the subtle movement beneath the sheet Kris
was covering herself with.
   "What are you doing?"
   "What do you think I'm doing?" She tossed back.  "You told me to prove
it...so I am."
   "The only thing you're proving is that you can move the sheet a little,"
I said feeling a flood of goose bumps suddenly running up and down my
spine. I sat there actually hoping that she was, and just not teasing me
into believing that she was, which is something I could honestly see her
doing as a way to spite me.
   She laughed at that.
   "What?  What's so damn funny?" I asked not angry, but now more confused
than ever.
   "I was just about to say...I'll show you mine, if you show me yours,"
she told me.  "You know Rob...that's something we never once did ask one
another to do growing up, you realize that?"
   She was right, we hadn't.  "So...will you?" I asked swallowing hard as I
said it.
   "Only if you will...first!"
   Now it was my turn to laugh.
   "What?"
   "You know what this feels like don't you?" I said, seeing in her eyes
the same thing I was.  "We never did this as kids, and suddenly sitting
here like this now, I sort of do feel like a kid once again, like maybe in
a way, we missed something.  Here we are, almost like we're playing Doctor,
you know?  Only we're adults, but still...I've got this sensation this
giddiness running through me.  Mom and Dad coming home soon, the thought
that you might actually be laying there touching yourself..."
   "I am," she said emphatically, though not quite ready to prove it.  "But
yes, it does sort of feel like that, doesn't it?  Maybe you should get
under the sheet with me, then it really would."
   "You serious?" I said standing up.  Kris allowed the sheet to fall away
from her breasts.
   "Serious enough for you?" She said as I stood there staring at her
exposed breasts.  Almost immediately I began stripping off my clothing,
Kris tossing the sheet up over the top of her head as I did so.
   "What are you doing?"
   "I don't want to look...not until you're under the sheet," she said
giggling, honestly sounding a bit like a little girl again.  "So hurry
up...it's getting hot in here!"
   "Getting damn fucking hot out here too," I said finally naked, and then
slipped into bed beside my stepsister beneath the sheets.  "Now what?"
   "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she said once again.  "After
all, the fact remains, you've already seen mine anyway."
   "Yeah, but not like this," I told her.  My hand had already moved over
towards her, locating hers, which in fact was, and had been playing with
her pussy.  She continued to do so for a moment longer, letting my hand
rest atop hers piggyback as she continued stroking herself.
   "Told you I was," she said only then slipping her hand out of her wet
succulent pussy, letting mine slip inside her briefly in order to discover
just how wet she truly was.  A second after that, she forced my hand away,
once again slipping beneath the sheet entirely.  "Stay where you are..."
she then said.  "And no peeking."
   "No peeking?"
   "No peeking!" I had to laugh at that, as silly as this all was, it was
damn fucking exciting too.  Especially when I felt Kris's hand suddenly
wrap itself around my hard stiff shaft.  I quit laughing after that,
because the only thing I could do, was moan.
   I had very limited sexual experience, admittedly.  But I had had a few
hand jobs, and even a blowjob or two, though I was still yet a virgin, hard
as that might be to believe.  Not that I hadn't tried, I had.  But so far,
either the circumstances, or the girl I was seeing at the time, thought it
was too early in the relationship for anything like that.  Which they were
right about of course more often than not.  But so it was, that I
was...still.  But as I sat there in bed next to my sister, I began to feel
sensations I hadn't thought possible of ever feeling, let alone know that I
even could feel them.  If they gave out gold stars for giving hand jobs,
then Kris would have got the biggest, goldest one I could have ever found.
She didn't just sit there and stroke it up and down like I'd experienced
before with anyone else.  She explored me.  She explored, she touched, and
she played with me in ways that I wouldn't confess doing, even to myself.
   Kris tickled me, playfully.  She stroked me, erotically.  She fondled
me, sensually.  And then changed it all up, and did it again, even tossing
in one or two things I'd never even thought of doing myself.
   Up until now at least, a hand job was a hand job.  A quick, easy, and
painless way to get a guy off, help him blow his nut as a thank you for a
nice dinner or a movie, or maybe even an expensive piece of jewelry or
something, especially early on in a relationship.  But this...the way Kris
played with me with her hands and fingers warranted induction into the Hall
of Fame if they even had one for sensual eroticism.  If they'd had one for
that, she'd have won it hands down, pun intended.  But baring any of that,
she certainly merited a nomination for a Nobel Prize if nothing else.
   Never once in all the years of jerking myself off, or anyone else for
that matter, had I been as light headed as I was now, nor as delirious with
pleasure, sensitivity, or pure unadulterated bliss, as I was now feeling at
this very moment.  And all Kris had done was touch me with her hands and
fingers.  Nothing else.  Not even the briefest or lightest of kisses, or
flicks of the tongue on me.  She had done all that and more, with the tips
of her fingers, or the press of her hand.
   "Fuck...Kris, you've...you've got to stop for a moment," I said fighting
it with every ounce of my being.  "I am way...too...fucking...close!" The
head of my cock felt like it was about to explode, the juice already
bubbling at the tip, I'd been leaking like a sieve anyway, the throbbing
more like a heartbeat inside my cock than within my own chest.
   Finally relenting, she re-emerged back beneath the sheet, though once
again pulling it up to her neck.
   "Ok...you're turn," she said smiling.  I was bound and determined to
thrill her even more than she had just done to me, even if it took me all
night.  "Only your hands...ok?" she said making me promise her.
   "OK," I promised, though more than anything at that moment...I wanted to
taste her.  But I decided that the risk, especially this soon, was one I
wasn't willing to take.  So I would indeed pleasure her as best as I could
with my hands and fingers only, and hopefully, bring to her as much joy and
as much pleasure and delight as she had just given to me.
   Maybe it had something to do with my being under the sheet for some
reason.  Obviously she couldn't see what I was doing, though she could
certainly feel it.  But it seemed to add, to heighten, and to certainly
increase our individual sensitivities to it.  But I openly played with her,
exploring her in many of the same ways she had done to me.  Light little
fingering caresses, little twiddling touches, a press here, there, a finger
just grazing, this...that.  I light pinch, a tug, a pull here.  Wetness,
moisture, slippery, squishy decadent sounds.  I was in pure heaven.  The
intoxicating aroma of her sweet bloom, the petals of her lips that I held
pinched between my fingers like sucking lips, holding gently, firmly,
tugging upon each the same.  Again probing, and then lightly running
dancing fingers upon, and within her, feeling her squirm, listening to the
sounds of her breathing, an intake of breath, holding it.  More dancing,
more tickle-flicks, a quick slip of a finger, a nice easy in and out or
two. A hard bead of desire, throbbing like a miniature cock, holding
it...pulling it...letting go, only to recapture and then start the whole
fucking process all over again.  Just like she'd done to me.
   "Ok!  Stop!  Stop!" She pleaded with me, just as I had done.  Neither
one of us wanting to cum yet, though oh yes...how we actually had wanted to
cum.  Needed to cum, desired to cum...but wanting even more to wait, until
we couldn't wait...any more.
   We both sat, the covers well up to our necks looking at one another,
each of us still trying to collect our respective breaths.
   I saw a love in my sister's eyes...my stepsister's eyes that I had never
seen before.  And I think she saw the same thing in mine as well.
   She began pulling the sheet down and away from herself, once again
exposing her delicious looking breasts to me.  She continued, the sheet now
coming away from me as well until we now lay there side by side, looking at
one another openly, appreciatively.  We didn't discuss it, talk about it,
question it...nothing.
   I lay there watching Kris, watching as she began touching, fingering and
playing with herself.  I saw the way her own hands explored, teased, moved
within and without.  It was a wondrous, marvelous thing she was now sharing
with me, as I began likewise sharing with her.
   The intimacy we all share with ourselves, can at times be more than
merely erotic.  It is a vulnerability we don't often allow very many others
to know about, or ever see.  How we pleasure, touch, and arouse ourselves
is uniquely different from person to person.  And it's not so much in how
we do, or even in the way we do it that makes it so intimate, so vulnerable
an act.  The fact that we're showing someone else, other than ourselves
what it is that actually feels good, is what makes it so.
   Seeing Kris, watching Kris watching me, was the most, spiritual, erotic,
sensual moment of my entire life.  It had even gotten to the point where we
were no longer watching one another doing whatever it was we were doing. 
We had moved closer together, our heads side-by-side on the pillow, our
lips just a breath away from one another.  We kissed for the first time. 
It wasn't even a passionate kiss, more sensual, soft, lingering as our lips
met, as our tongues first tickled one another briefly before parting again.
Eyes open once more, I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine, the
release for us both imminent, we were both hovering on the edge now, our
breaths no longer our own as we breathed back and forth for one another.
   "Don't close your eyes," she somehow managed to say.  "Keep looking at
me...keeping looking at me when you cum, as I will, when I cum looking at
you," she said.
   I saw it then...don't ask me how, but I saw it.  The stars going off
inside her head, the pupils of her eyes as they suddenly dilated, I was
seriously and honestly looking into the window of her soul, just as Kris
was looking through the window into my own.  I felt the eruption, the
sensation to close my eyes and simply succumb to it almost too great a
pleasure to endure.  But her eyes held mine, as mine continued holding
hers. The delicious spurts of rapturous pleasure bathing us both, the
contractions of ecstasy, which surely convulsed deep within her womb, held
us both spellbound, the intensity, threatening us each to black out from
the pure bliss of it.  But somehow we held on, held on watching one
another, more intensely intimate, more vulnerable a moment, than either one
of us had ever shared with anyone else.
   I fell asleep next to Kris, grateful that our parents no longer came
down, or into my room to check in on us.  Though the sun gave fair enough
warning to me, that I slipped out of my sister's bed, soon after reaching
my own, well enough ahead to not raise any suspicions as the new day began.
And with it, an entirely different perspective on how I felt about what had
now happened between us, and where it might possibly very well go, from
there.
   To be continued...
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