       JZL11_11A: The Aftermath Of A Great Saturday Date
                                
       JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"
                                
                                
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JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"

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JZL11_11A: The Aftermath Of A Great Saturday Date

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by Jeff Zephyr

"You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"

 

The Aftermath of the great weekend....

Sunday - 
 Mom made me stay home to clean up. I had to take a bath, then
afterwards, clean up my room before I could go out. Not that I was
likely to get together with Sherry, Maureen, or Annie until the
afternoon anyway, but the way Mom was talking, I wasn't going to get
to go out anyplace this Sunday.

My sister Cher talked to me a little about my "date" with the girls,
calling it that. "How was your date," she asked? Luckily, not around
our parents. They'd probably write it off as teasing anyway, but I
didn't want to take the chance. I brushed her off, told her I'd tell
her about it later. I'd told her stuff before, and even though she was
only seven, she was still a girl and helped me understand my
girlfriends better.

Well, lying naked in the tub, soaping myself up, I couldn't help but
think about the girls. All the stuff we did the day before, Sherry and
Maureen in the tub with me in my imagination. Once we were old enough,
I figured we'd really do that!

Annie was really there, or just about. I imagined how I'd tell her
about us getting married, and she'd say yes, and we'd fuck.

We'd make love, too, but that wasn't what I was thinking about. I
imagined her on top of me, warm pussy sliding up and down...

I'd never jacked off all the way in the bathtub. Mom didn't let us
lock the bathroom door and the noises outside distracted me. Mom was
out, Dad was out with my brother Jack. That left Grandma, Auntie, and
Cher around the house.

That meant I could probably just hang around naked in my room a while.
I really needed some personal private time, to touch myself and think
about how I'd be with Annie soon.

When I got up to my room - I only wore a towel, didn't bother getting
dressed before leaving the bathroom, but that I did often anyway - I
enjoyed the feel of the sun through the window, a bit of breeze
blowing in from outside, as I rubbed my body with the towel. I stood
naked in my room, rubbing all over, keeping my dick hard.

It was just sensation now. I was caught in a loop of thoughts, trying
to solve two big problems.

How do I tell Annie? How do I ask her to get married, and explain it
all? Do I really understand what getting married means?

Ok, is that just one problem? I figured it all connected.

The other was how to tell my best male friend Jimmy. It was more than
just telling, though. We had to get naked, and I had to figure out if
it was OK for us to be more than just best friends. Like with Sherry
and Maureen. If Jimmy made a move - like teens say in the movies - I'd
go along. That would be easy.

But he hadn't. In fact, we'd been masturbating together, playing
around with sex and nudity, for the last year. Like Sherry and
Maureen, except that they went beyond just looking.

I was lost in thoughts, and sensations. If I thought about what I'd
do, sexually, with Annie, it would be all over. I'd stimulated myself
a lot in the tub, and this was adding to it.

Knock, knock, on the door.

It was a quiet knock, but surprised the life out of me. Then, I heard
the soft little girl voice behind it.

"Jeff, can I come in?" Cher asked me.

I pulled the towel around my waist, and said without thinking, "Sure."

I wasn't thinking, because my dick was still hard despite the
surprise. Not that it really mattered, my sister had seen it often
enough, and I'd seen her pussy. But it had been a while since she'd
seen me, hard and so close to climax. The towel dried my dick off a
bit, but it rubbed the tip too.

Cher came in, and closed the door behind her. Not that it would do
much good if our parents were around, but it added a little privacy.
We couldn't lock my door, but more important, our parents, especially
our Dad, didn't bother knocking anyway.

"What do you want?" I asked. I sounded a little annoyed, but that was
entirely because I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, for quite
some time. I was in no hurry to clean my room, and touching myself was
as close as I'd get to Annie today. Unless things worked out well in
the evening, but we'd made no plans, and I dared not call her house.

Unlike with Sherry and Maureen, I'd never got into the habit of
phoning Annie. We just got together after school, or in the park, when
we played - any arrangements were made at school. So if I called her
now, it might raise suspicions.

Cher said, "You said we'd talk later. I was thinking about what you
said before."

I wasn't sure exactly what I'd said. I'd been careful not to let on
about everything, but I had talked with her rather explicitly about
sex. I was terribly distracted by that subject, and while I'd love to
talk with my sister about it more because her young innocent openness
made it easier to ask certain things, I didn't feel like doing it
while I was practically naked. Very horny. Wearing just a towel, with
a hard-on.

This distraction was reducing that last embarrassment. But if we
talked at all about sex, it would come back.

"What do you mean, before?"

I could have just said I didn't want to talk. But what if it was
something important?

I knew one important thing. I had to explain that we couldn't tell
anyone else about this stuff.

Another thing was that I really did want her opinion. Despite being
only seven, she wasn't stupid, and she was a girl. The only other
girls I could talk about sex with were ones I was doing it with. So it
was hard to ask some things without making it seem like a problem with
our relationship. With my sister, however, I could just talk to about
it without worrying. That and being younger, she'd just listen and
make me feel better.

"The stuff you talked about doing with your girlfriends. You were with
them yesterday, right?"

"Sure. It was a great day."

"I was thinking."

She wasn't making it easy for me since she wasn't coming out and
saying whatever it was she wanted to ask me... that made me worry.
Because there weren't too many questions about sex and girls that my
sister couldn't just ask me about. Was it because I was wearing only a
towel? Certainly, that situation affected me, but did it bother her?

But we'd been together, naked, often enough before. But not since I'd
started having sex.

I waited. Not talking wasn't easy, but I didn't know what to say. No
way was I going to lead her into a conversation about sex, not when I
was thinking about doing it for real.

"You know, how a boy does it with a girl? Like what you said, doing it
with Annie, and Maureen, and Sherry?"

"Doing what?" I asked. Foolish question I thought, I knew it when I
said it. She knew that I knew exactly what she meant, and I had no
reason to be embarrassed about merely thinking about it.

"It. F U C K I N G," she spelled it out. Funny thing, we didn't say
that word to each other, but it was OK to spell it. "Your thing has to
go right into a girl. How can it fit? Does the girl really like it?"

"The girls really like it," I said. I wasn't sure in general, but all
three of my girlfriends seemed to. Well, I wasn't sure about Sherry,
not yet.

Cher said, "All girls like it?"

Who was she thinking about? Doing it herself?

"I don't know. Maureen and Annie both seem to like it."

"What about Sherry? I know you love her, what about her?"

I'd made a mistake. I felt it, the shaky feeling coming over me. Up to
this point, I figured that Cher had bought my story of sex being just
made up. Not yet real, just what we'd do someday.

I couldn't help myself. Because I wanted to know the answer to her
question too. Did Sherry want to fuck me or not?

"I haven't done it with her yet."

"Why not? Oh, you've done it with the other girls?"

That was it. Truth or dare time, for real. Now, in the spy movies,
this is what they'd call a "need to know" question. Did my sister need
to know that I was really having sex with my girlfriends?

"I promised, I can't talk about that for real unless we're naked."

That was stupid to say too. For one, it meant that I'd been naked with
the girls, and for another, it implied the answer. There was no reason
for that sort of requirement unless we had done something while naked,
more than just running around.

But unlike with Sherry and Maureen, it was no deterrent at all.

"You're naked," Cher said.

"I've got a towel on."

"Yeah, but that is all. You can just take it off."

"Uh..."

"I was thinking about that."

"What?"

"Playing naked."

"I didn't do it with Sherry," I said, as I pulled my towel off. I
wrapped it around my shoulders, and stood there naked for my sister to
see. I was no longer hard, but I was still very horny.

"Do you want me to get naked too?" Cher asked. Then without waiting
for an answer, she asked, "Do you mean you did it with Maureen and
Annie, but not with your real girlfriend Sherry?"

"No!"

"No what?"

"Well, not either. No, don't get naked. I saw you naked last week, so
that should count." That wasn't the reason. I was panicking, being
naked was one thing, but naked, horny, and about to tell my sister
about my sex life was too much to handle. If she was naked, I didn't
know how I'd handle it because she was a girl, and while young, I was
no longer so sure she was too young. I knew too well what happened the
last time I was naked like this and terribly horny, and I didn't want
a repeat of that. Not with her, anyway.

"So, why didn't you do it with Sherry?" she asked me. Too direct, and
however I answered, I'd have to explain what I'd done. Maybe I could
have fooled someone else but Cher knew now that I'd done it with the
other two girls. I didn't want her to think that I'd done something
wrong, something bad, to Sherry by not doing it with her too.

"She said she wasn't ready. That's all."

"It does look kind of big to go inside."

"I know. But it fits. Even in Annie, and she is kind of short like
you. Well, she is older, but she's not so big."

"I know that too. I know her, remember?"

"Yeah." We played in the park together sometimes. Sherry and Maureen
lived far enough away to make casual play visits hard, and they'd put
Cher into a different grade school than my school. But Annie was in
the neighborhood, close enough to visit every day.

"I was thinking..."

She was looking at me, naked. At my dick. I didn't mind, but this was
different than many of the other times we'd played without clothes.
For that matter, when I last gave her a nice massage, she was naked,
and I'd felt something other than just the ordinary sensual
playfulness we usually shared.

"What I was thinking, Jeff, is, well..." Cher said, having a hard time
saying what she wanted.

She was still dressed. Today she had on jeans and a t-shirt top,
unlike the dresses she often wore. If she had a dress on, it would
have been so easy to just pull it up, or ask her to do that. That was
just fine with me, because I was afraid.

What if she asked me to show her how it fit inside?

Would it fit? She was so young. Annie was older, but her body wasn't
so much different from my sister's. I pushed that thought aside. Apart
from curiosity, and maybe the pressure of my desire for orgasmic
release, interrupted by my sister's presence, I didn't want to
discover the answer.

Cher reached out and touched my dick. It had been some time since
she'd done that too.

"It has to get hard to go inside," she said. "I like how it grows, it
is so soft. Like velvety cloth, nice and soft."

My sister was gently stroking my dick, making it harden quickly. Full
length, stiff, ready for action.

But she wasn't exactly masturbating me. No, this was still playing.
Her touch was making me hard, just so she could see how I looked that
way. She squeezed my dick, holding it out, pulling on it slightly, but
did not apply the nice rhythmic strokes needed to make me come.

"So, Jeff, can you tell me now about the stuff with Sherry? And the
others?"

"Yes, I think I can do that. Let's sit down on the bed, get
comfortable."

"OK."

There was another reason for sitting down. It made her let go of my
dick. I was afraid to talk to her about it. She wasn't clueless, she
knew it felt really exciting for me. But I had no wish to show her how
to make me feel even better, and I was sure that if we talked about
it, I'd be tempted to ask her to do that.

"Jeff? Were you thinking about that... going to rub yourself I mean?"

"Hmm? Oh, I was thinking about Annie."

I had to explain more, of course.

I went on a bit. Not in the details about the sex. I started with
being in love, and really loving all three girls. "I did it with Annie
first, you know." Isn't it silly, saying "you know" when you haven't
explained it at all yet?

"Why? Why not with Sherry, or Maureen?"

"Because Annie asked me to play naked with her. It just happened. I
mean, we kissed and made love, that's all. She really loves me."

"Oh."

I was still hard, but the lack of contact was reducing the intensity
of my erection. Cher reached over and touched it, making it jump up
again.

"Ow!" I said.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, it just surprised me."

I almost said, "Don't do that." But it felt nice, and though I didn't
want her to do it again because of what it might lead to, I didn't
want to deny her curiosity. After all, it was partly due to her -
showing me about her body, and letting me learn about her pussy - that
I'd done it with Annie. I owed Cher, and that was a problem.

I wasn't sure how to pay her back for that opportunity. But I could
start by explaining about sex, the real truth in full sort of
explaining. Cher would be better prepared than I was by the time she
was ready to do it with a boy. I could help her out with that.

Cher didn't leave her hand on my dick. I went on with my story, and I
was unable to resist touching myself slightly. I was very aroused, and
that made it easier to just go on with my tale.

"After I did it with Annie, that weekend when we went to the lake we
when skinny dipping."

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Skinny dipping."

"Swimming naked."

"Oh."

"It was the first time we'd got naked together, Sherry and Maureen and
me. Then we made love. Maureen did it. You know."

"What?"

I spelled it out, "F U C K I N G."

"But not with Sherry?"

"She thought I was too big to fit inside her. But that wasn't the
whole reason. Yesterday we did the same thing, and she just isn't
ready to have my dick inside her. Or even a stick or toy, not like
Maureen."

"It does look pretty big."

"I know. But it fits inside Annie, and she's smaller than Sherry."

"I know, but I'm even smaller. I don't know, it is kind of confusing."

"Yeah, I'm still figuring out the sex part. But the important thing is
that we're all in love. When we grow up, we can all be together and
get married or live together. You know?"

I went on some with my story, explaining more about actually having
sex. No more pretense that it was just how it would work someday, this
time I told her what I'd done for real.

"I'm not naked," Cher said, interrupting me. I didn't know what that
had to do with anything.

"So?"

"When you made the deal with Annie, to talk about this stuff, you
promised that you'd get naked. And Sherry and Maureen did get naked
with you."

"You don't have to do that."

"Well, it isn't just that. I have some pussy questions."

"Uh huh."

I didn't get what she meant. But I had an idea, and I didn't want to
risk her being totally naked in front of me, not when I was hot and
even a little wet from talking about sex.

"Just pull your pants down. You don't need to get all naked, just in
case someone comes."

I could put my towel on fast, at least, or just pull on shorts. But if
Cher was naked in my room, I couldn't explain that.

"OK," Cher said, and she slid her pants down. Not all the way off. No
panties underneath, like usual.

Her pussy was totally bare, no hair at all. A bit puffy and reddish,
not the usual plain pink skin there.

Under the circumstances, it was amazingly sexy. Hurtingly so. Looking
at her made my dick just plump up.

I stroked it, trying to calm my desire some by giving it just enough
attention.

I felt that desire rising.

"Your dick would go into me here, right?" Cher asked, as she poked her
finger lightly into her pussy. Into her vagina. She knew the spot.

"That's right," I said. Not my own dick, I thought. My dick had other
ideas, it saw lovely naked girl pussy and instinct or something took
over. But I didn't have to listen to that feeling.

"It doesn't feel like there'd be room inside."

"You probably have your hymen yet. That stops things from getting
inside until you're grown up enough."

"What about your girlfriends?" Cher asked.

Now, that reminded me of Annie.

Her pussy didn't have much hair either. Sherry, though she called that
bit of hair on her just peach fuzz, definitely had a light coat of
real hair. Annie's light fuzz was less than my own bit, but not much
different from my sister's.

"Spread your leg's out some, so I can look better at your pussy. I
want to compare you to my girlfriends."

"Why?" Cher asked, as she complied with my request. She had to pull
her legs up onto the bed in order to get them to spread wide with her
pants on. Then she lay down, being easier I guess than trying to sit
wide-legged. She wriggled over to the side, turning to give me a
better straight view of her naked pussy. I in turn put my leg up on
the bed, touching hers, so she could see my hard dick and balls.

We were showing off ourselves, not just plain curiosity, but serious
sex education for each other. It wasn't like we were trying to have
sex, but it was frustratingly close to doing it for real.

I had little reason not to just go for it. Besides how nice I'd feel,
having real sex, even just getting a hand job, something we hadn't
done yet - my girlfriends and I -- due to how we'd rushed into sex, it
was one sure way to show Cher and reward her for helping me.

But the little reasons add up. First, she was too young to do that
with. While maybe just barely too young, old enough to feel sexual
pleasure and mature enough to feel some desire for that, she wasn't
quite grown up enough for me.

Second, as much fun as it might be having sex with her in my house, we
might get caught. It wasn't worth the risk, not when I had loving
girlfriends available not that far away.

Third, she was my sister. Since I still played around with my brother
Jack, that wasn't a big reason. But it was enough. If she wanted it,
that was one thing, but there was no way I was about to break the
boundary we'd set last year.

But oh, the delight of seeing her naked sex! It wasn't available for
action, but it was the most wonderful sexual education aid I could
imagine. No porn mag ever could match the look of a real girl.

So what if she was too young? The parts were all in place, and she was
showing them to me.

And I was showing her. How they worked, not just how they looked.

But I held back showing how my orgasm worked. Why?

I felt it. I remembered the last time I'd shown her. I'd shown Jimmy
often, without the followup that Cher and I shared. But he was a boy.
With my girlfriends, our touching always was followed up with more.

I felt the temptation, and dared not risk it. I squeezed by dick,
strangling it, a marvelous combination of pleasure and restraint. My
building orgasm subsided short of release, and fell back to a softer
desire.

In my distraction, Cher took matters into her own hands. I think she
knew that I felt intense sexual desire looking at her. That was why
last week she told me not to touch her pussy, even though I was
allowed to look at it. Today, she quietly touched herself there,
rubbing her pussy all over, while I crushed my orgasm with my own
hands.

My dick was hard, wet, and absolutely ready. My sister was looking
right at it, not at my face. Did she want me to do more with it? I
dared not ask.

I wanted to see her do more with her pussy. I'd watched her touch
herself before, but only lightly, playfully. Just demonstrating, not
really doing it long enough to feel supremely good.

"Could you spread your pussy lips out? Yesterday, Sherry and Maureen
both let me look inside them."

Cher did that, pulling her vagina open for me. "Do I look like the
other girls there?"

"Kind of. I mean, they are all different too, but they all have the
same pussy parts. Sherry has a hymen still. Maureen and Annie both got
rid of theirs before I did it with them."

Cher had it too. Her opening was partly filled up, sealing it off from
the outside. Her fingertip could slide in, but definitely nothing big.
A boy's dick definitely couldn't get in, not without breaking it.

I let go of my own dick, which I'd been touching. I could imagine
letting it go there, moving up on top of my sister.

Or laying back, and inviting her to do it with me. My desire for
climax made me imagine lots of things.

Like having Annie here with me.

Which would be a whole lot better than being with my sister, nice as
that was. Because one thing for sure, I wasn't willing to actually
offer Cher my dick. Let alone lose control and ask, or insist, that
she do something about my situation.

I stroked Cher's legs, down by her knees, as she touched herself.
Annie's pussy did look different, and so did Sherry's. I mean, not
just the hair, but the overall shape. Maureen's was different as well,
though all that red, soft pubic hair made her look much more grown up
there.

"You look sort of like Annie there, but mostly because of the
not-having-hair thing. Sherry's insides are more like yours. Maureen's
is more fuzzy, but also, her pussy looks kind of bigger, wider around
or something."

"Does it look pretty?"

Cher meant to ask me if she looked pretty. Because girls like to know
that. It was more than just her pussy, which looked sexy, pure and
simple.

"You are very pretty. But not quite so grown up yet. Even Annie's
pussy looks bigger."

"Bigger?"

"Yeah, she has a hump above it, where her hair will grow more. And it
is a bit fatter in the middle. Of course, there is that down below, in
her vagina. I want to check it out tomorrow, look at her more like I
did with Sherry and Maureen."

"I'm glad you're my brother," Cher said now.

It made me feel nice to hear that. It reminded me that she was my
sister, and loved me not just because of that, but because we were
good friends too.

"You are the best sister ever," I said.

I was sure that most sisters didn't show off quite like this for their
brothers. But we'd been casually playing naked for a long while, and
this was just part of that. It was just playing bare, not even nearly
having sex, let alone making love or more than that.

I couldn't resist telling Cher about the pussy exploring that Sherry
and Maureen let me do with them this weekend. While I dared not touch
her there, I could rub her thighs right up close by her pussy, as she
touched herself and showed me everything.

When Cher pulled on her clit, she sighed with pleasure.

"Sherry let me pull on her clitoris, the top hood part, so I could see
it better," I said.

Cher did that, pushing it up. Now I could see my sister's clit, and it
was a very pretty pink thing. Her pussy spread out, open, a
tantalizing view. If she wasn't my sister, even at her age I'd have
thought seriously about doing something to reward her for this show.
Like I was planning to do with Annie.

I went on with my story, lost in lustful memories. Cher was rubbing
herself there, making it wriggle and squirm like a tiny worm. She
didn't leave it so exposed, but as she stroked herself it popped out a
little all on its own.

I had to touch myself, watching her do this. Not quite enough to make
myself come, but I couldn't resist any longer.

I was lost in my story and my desire, and thus missed it when Cher
stopped. Her hand was in place, pressing on her pussy, but her fingers
stopped still in place.

Her face was flushed, and she was smiling widely. Did she have an
orgasm, right in front of me?

I was close to making one of my own. We were both quiet now, not
talking.

Her pussy wasn't that different from Annie's, not really. I knew what
I wanted to do with Annie. If Annie were here, she'd want to do it to
me as well.

"We love oral sex. Annie and me. Maureen and Sherry too," I said.

Cher didn't answer right away, so I went on.

"All of it, really. I don't know if it will work the same for you, but
it is really the best thing ever."

"Uh huh," Cher answered.

I dared not ask her if she'd actually had an orgasm.

Cher stretched her legs out, making them straight, closing up her
pussy. It looked like she'd gotten stiff, keeping them so wide apart
for so long.

I don't know how long, because there was no clock in sight.

"Are you going to jack off, thinking about doing it with Sherry?"

"Sure," I said. "But not, well, I'm thinking about how to explain it
to Annie. You helped me with that too."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I love Annie a lot, and I'm just going to tell her how I feel,
let her know the deal about wanting to be with her forever. You know,
I hope that it is nice tomorrow so we can get naked and just do that."

So maybe I hadn't explained how Cher helped me figure that out. It
wasn't just that. She'd given me the gift of her sexuality, showed me
enough about girls to make me comfortable or whatever.

Just then, we heard Grandma call for Cher. Luckily...

Well, it wasn't luck really. Grandma and Auntie were older people,
with no desire to run up the stairs to fetch us. A minute or two
earlier, and maybe neither of us would have heard them until they came
up to the door.

Grandma did have to call again, and Cher answered, "I'm coming!"

"I guess I'll see you later. Have fun!" Cher said.

She got up, but left her pants down. I stood up too. Cher grabbed me
and hugged me. My very hard dick brushed against her belly, well above
her wet pussy.

My sister had a real, almost grown up sort of look in her eyes then.
She kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Thanks!"

"You know, we can't tell anyone about any of this. Not anyone at all."

"Unless maybe we get naked with someone?" Cher asked me.

That excited me, and worried me. The thought of my sister learning
from me and playing naked with a boyfriend was very exciting. I'd love
to hear all about her first time making love.

But she couldn't tell just anyone. So I added, "Well, maybe you should
at least tell me about it. This is serious!"

"I know, of course it is. Growing up, getting married, having sex,
having babies, all of that is real grown up serious stuff."

"Promise?"

I didn't say what the promise was exactly.

"I promise, cross my heart and hope to die."

It was kind of funny. Cher still had her pants down. She let her cross
go right down there, and touched it again as I watched.

My dick jumped against her belly in response.

"I'd better go, Grandma might come up here if I don't," Cher said. She
hobbled to the door, only pulling her pants up once she got there.

I was alone, naked, and aroused as hell.

I didn't usually use that sort of language, even inside my head. The
plain words were enough, no need for profanity to emphasize them.

When I lay down, I shook. Nervous excitement, maybe, but part of it
was fear.

I'd wanted to have sex with Cher.

As I stroked my dick, I couldn't think of anything else except my
sister's lovely naked pussy. The thought that she was old enough to
have an orgasm, and had done it with me watching, was exciting beyond
belief.

But I didn't want to come while thinking about her. After all, I had
two others to think about. Plus two more.

My sister's naked pussy, though, was still present in my room. The
scent . . . it was subtle but real. That was something no picture
could ever reproduce.

Was hers as sweet as Annie's? My memory was sure that it was. Maybe
not the same, but still nice.

I had something else to think about, a defense against this forbidden
desire. My best friend Jimmy.

His dick did look quite nice. I'd seen it often, even seen him shoot
sperm out of it. He called it that. Sherry and Maureen made orgasms
for each other, I jacked off until I came, shooting, but he called it
making sperm.

If I was going to have my best boy friend as a lover, I'd need to do
that for him.

I knew one best way to do that. It was what I'd demanded of Sherry.

Well, I really only asked. But she gave it to me anyway. She sucked on
my dick with enthusiasm, and truly ate me. Sperm and all.

I'd lick on him, suck on him, make him feel wonderful. He'd do the
same for me. We could sleep over, and instead of jacking off side by
side, touching ourselves, we'd enjoy the pleasure of real sex.

That was almost enough.

It definitely got my mind off my sister's pussy.

Almost.

But I was still thinking about pussy, and sexy girl bodies, faces,
mouths...

Annie was a joyous cock sucker. I hadn't thought of it in those words
before this, as I imagined doing a lovely 69 with her. We'd talked
about it, but never done it. Watching Sherry and Maureen do each other
like that was amazing.

So maybe the pussy in my mouth, in my daydream jacking off fantasy,
looked a lot like Cher's. I knew it was Annie, and she was making love
with me with her mouth too.

There was something even better, though, that we'd get to do.

I imagined telling Annie...

No, I asked Annie to marry me. Not on my knees, but on my back, as she
fucked me. Or we did it together, both of us moving in perfect time to
a dance beat in our minds.

She said yes, and we came.

And I came, imagining it. I was so excited, I lost control, letting it
shoot all over my bed. And me.

After I'd just had a bath.

We'd licked off the stuff yesterday, so I didn't think anyone noticed.
But this was sort of messy. I rubbed it off as best I could.

Cleaned off my bed some.

I had to clean up my room.

I was still naked, and though I'd hit an intense climax, I was still
horny. And there was still little chance I'd see my girlfriends, and
be able to do more with them, this Sunday.

Cher was still in my mind, too. I could think of her better, now, as
just my sister. Showing off, hugging, playing naked, but not of course
having sex.

Next time, if there was another time like this, I'd shoo Cher out and
jack off first, before tormenting myself like today.

I went on, cleaning up my room, stark naked.

No one interrupted.

Not Cher, who could have come back and done more with me. I'd even let
her get all naked, and we could masturbate together.

I'd been naked before, but not for so long, not in the house during
the day.

I had to finish up cleaning, before I could go out.

But it was exciting, hanging around my room naked. I imagined my
friends being with me. We could live together and be naked all the
time.

All four of us.

The thought of all three girls naked in one room with me was too much.
I lay back and played with my dick, thinking about them. Mostly, about
being naked all day long together and what we'd done the day before.

... And with Annie the night before that.

Most especially, I anticipated being with Annie again, and proclaiming
my eternal love.

That was the big thing. I was a romantic. Sherry and me, growing up as
childhood sweethearts and getting married, that was a purely romantic
idea.

We could do it for real. That is, this wasn't just about playing
around with us.

Annie was the only question mark, and I was positive that she really
loved me, so it wasn't so much whether she'd say yes. It was how it
would all work out, the four of us together.

Then, how would I tell Jimmy?

Five of us?

I already pretty much knew, without asking, that I couldn't keep on
adding people to our group forever.

Jimmy didn't seem likely to be with me the same way. Even if we had
sex, it would be more like playing around. Like me with my brother and
sister, for pleasure and learning, exploring our bodies and our
feelings but not falling in love.

Maybe I was wrong, but despite my feelings, neither of us had made any
sexual touching moves whatsoever. We'd showed off everything, but no
touching.

Not even play kissing.

Not like Sherry and Maureen.

I thought about yesterday, the two of them making love to me together.
Two girls, both touching me, sucking on me, even Maureen fucking me
while Sherry and I made love at the same time.

I came again, and imagined that it was inside Sherry. Or Jimmy's
mouth. Or maybe it was me, sucking on Jimmy's dick, while Maureen
fucked me?

I was confused, but it was a delightful confusion.

I lay back, pulled the towel over me, and almost fell asleep. Before I
did, I licked off my hand, tasting most of it, swallowing the stuff
that the girls ate. I still rubbed part onto my dirty clothes.

I lay back with the taste of come in my mouth, and fell asleep,
dreaming about sex with my friends.



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