Chapter Two

We were still sleeping in the morning when Mom stuck her head in the door and said, “Wake up, sleepyheads and get some breakfast.”

Jilly and Pammy were still molded on either side of me, First one, then the other stretched.  Mom turned to walk back up the hall.  Jilly gave me a little kiss on the cheek and I felt her fingers find my dick and give it a squeeze.  Her hand was joined by Pammy, and there were two giggles and then they both bounced out of bed, leaving me to roll over and sit on the edge of the bed myself as I watched two giggly ten-year-olds going up the hall.

I knew the hard-on they’d initiated would go down after I went to the bathroom, so I sort of hunched over to hide it and made my way to the toilet.  It took a few seconds to get from rock-hard to soft enough to pee.  Then I went back to my room and changed into play clothes.  It was Saturday, the day MADE for kids.

Once in jeans and an old shirt and socks and sneakers, I joined the girls in the kitchen where we sat at the breakfast table eating some kind of sugary cereal and milk.   I was still eating when they finished and headed out the door to a day’s play with the other girls their age up the street.  After I finished my own breakfast, I put my bowl in the kitchen sink and went outside myself, joining a couple of boys my own age for running around doing what kids do on Saturday.

No, I didn’t share my sexual exploits with them.  Pammy was my sister and I was very protective of her, including the whole “reputation”” thing, and this was the Sixties and “reputation” still meant a lot.  I cared deeply for my little sister and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

Late morning came and I was heading across the yard back to the house when Pammy caught up with me.

“Dan,” she said, “Jilly said you an’ her did stuff after I went to sleep.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I was going to sleep an’ she started playin’ with me and stuff.  Are you mad?”  I was worried.  Jilly wasn’t in my house every night.  Pammy was.  I didn’t want to mess up what Pammy and I did together.

“Nuh-uh,” Pammy replied.  “I was asleep.  I was sooooo relaxed.  That was wonderful what we did.”

I looked at her.  I smiled, relieved.  She continued, “She said she sucked on your thingie and you did your stuff in her mouth.”

“Uh-huh.  I did.”

“Your white stuff.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know you could do that with somebody sucking on you.”

“Pammy,” I said, “I didn’t know I could do THAT white stuff at all until last night.  Then I did it inside her, and I did it inside you, an’ that was the first time I ever did the white stuff.”

Pammy grinned.  “I know,” she said.  “An’ it was the first time I exploded, too.  Sure is fun, ain’t it?”

“Yeah.  It’s way past fun.”

“So,” she said, “Jilly sucked on you and you did it in her mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“Was she doing something different?”

I looked into those blue eyes.  “No,” I said, “just sucking on it.  She don’t do as much stuff to it when she sucks.  Not like you do.”

Blue eyes twinkled and nose crinkled and she grinned.  “I do it better?”

I had to be honest.  “Yeah.  YOU do it perfect.”

“Then how come you didn’t do it in MY mouth?”

“Cuz last night was the first time I EVER did it, and you haven’t sucked on me since then.”

“I wanna do that,” she said.  “Soon as we get a chance.”  She smiled sweetly.

“Okay,” I said.

I didn’t know when the next chance was going to be.  Pammy and I had never done anything outside our house.  All the “secret” hide-outs around the neighborhood were pretty much common knowledge to the neighborhood kids, and if Pammy and I went into one of the various “forts” and “clubhouses” and nests in the brush behind the row of houses, we were sure to be seen by other kids who’d soon be there to see what we were up to.  We had to get some “house” time.

It came after lunch of sandwiches and milk.  Mom looked at me and Pammy sitting at the table.  “I need to do some shopping.  Who wants to go?”

“Me an’ the other guys were going to build a fort,” I said.  “Do I have to go?”

“No.” said Mom.  “You can stay.  I’ll only be gone an hour or so.”

Pammy piped up, “Mommmm.  Can I play at Jilly’s house?  She’s got a new doll.”

Mom said, “Okay, but if you come back here, you need to listen to your brother.”

“Thanks, Mom!” I said.

“Yeah, thanks, Mom.”   Pammy bounced up and headed out the door.

I was washing my hands as I heard the car back out of the drive-way.  I went to my room and I heard the back door open.

“Dan!   Are you in here?”  It was Pammy.

“I’m in my room, Pammy.”

And then her blonde head peeked around the corner.  “I wanna do stuff,” she said, grinning.  “Show me your pee-pee.”

Just like that.  It was wonderful.  I stood up and unzipped my pants.  I fished my little hard dick out and it stuck through my fly expectantly.  A wonderful thing happened.  It had happened many times before, and every time it did, I thought it was wonderful.  This was no exception.  Pammy knelt down in front of my dick.  She turned her sweet face up to see me, her bright blue eyes twinkling and a smile on her lips.  Her lips parted and a little pink tongue appeared and licked around the head of my dick.  Then her tongue cupped the underside of my dick and she pulled it inside her mouth.  Her lips closed around the shaft and her tongue worked around the head as if she was conducting an examination of the head with her tongue inside its warm, wet surroundings.  My knees got weak.

Her eyes looked up at me as she held just the head in her mouth.  She let me out of her mouth, her hand circling my shaft.  “Can you take your pants off?  I wanna do all of you.”

Unbuckle belt.  Pop the snap.  Shake.  My pants were down around my ankles.  She pulled my underpants down.  Sucking me back into her mouth, she sucked gently while her fingers untied my sneakers.  I stepped out of everything.

She pulled me back to her with a hand behind my thigh.  My dick was pointing up at a ridiculous angle.  She giggled and pushed it back with her forehead as her tongue found my balls.  “You’re getting some little hairs right over your pee-pee,” she said.

I hadn’t noticed.

“Lay on the bed,” she said, pushing me back toward my bed.

I followed instructions, laying back, spreading my legs, and watching her get into her “play” position, laying between my thighs.

So there I was, tee shirt on and nothing else, and this delightful little head at my crotch, blonde, straight-cut bangs hovering above blue eyes, and a big grin.  Fingers of one hand were bouncing my young balls gently and the other was holding the shaft of my hard dick.  The grin changed into a smile.  She tilted my dick toward her lips and engulfed the head in delicious warmth.  I felt tongue and warm suction and heard her go “Mmmmmmmm” as she did something she knew we both enjoyed.  I FELT the “Mmmmm”, too, adding to my pleasure.

She didn’t like the angle, though, and she scooted up a little higher between my legs.  Her neck arched as she sucked me into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down the shaft, following her lips with her fingers gently sliding the skin of my dick up and down.  A minute of this and she stopped and looked at me.  “Am I doing it good?”

I stroked her sleek blonde hair and gently brushed her cheek with my fingertips.  “Pammy, nobody could EVER do it better.”

“I want you to do it in my mouth, Dan, like you did with Jilly.”

“You keep doing what you’re doing, and I will,” I said.

Giggle. And her head bobbed downward, “Mmmmmm!” and I could feel the waves of pleasure building.  And building.  And building.  “Pammy.  It’s getting close!”

She purred and popped up long enough to say, “I think you are, too.  I could taste a lot of the clear stuff.  I think that comes first.”  And then back down and “Mmmmmmm!”

The first wave crashed in my groin.  The “Mmmmmm” changed to  “Mmmmph!” as she experienced the first squirt into her mouth.  And she kept sucking.  And sucking.  Wave after wave pulsed though my dick.  Each wave was accompanied by her tongue on the underside of my dick and every wave was aided by a suck, lips tight two-thirds of the way down my shaft, pulling back all the way to the head, and a little purring “Mmmmmm”.

Finally the waves subsided and the sucking gentled as my little dick went soft.  The little blonde head popped up with a smile.  There was a single drop of my semen on the corner of her mouth, and I didn’t even know it was called “semen”.  Pammy crawled up my torso and kissed me, then laid on my chest.

“Was that good?”

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back.  The kiss tasted different, and I knew that the difference was she still had traces of my cum in her mouth.  “Good?  That was the greatest ever.”

“Better than Jilly?”

“Better than Jilly.  Way better.”

The blue eyes were inches from mine and the smile was sublime.  “Good.  We can still have fun with Jilly, but you’re MY brother and I want to be your best.”

I stroked her sleek hair, then my hands continued down her back and I cupped my hands over the tight young ass cheeks and pulled her against me.  The mound of her little girl pussy pressed against my dick through her jeans, and my dick stirred with the enthusiasm and ability of a twelve year old boy.  This caused a giggle.

“It likes me,” she said.

“No,” I said.  “It loves you.”  I pressed my dick up against her.  “You got to taste me.  Can I taste you?”

“Yeah,” she sighted.  “An’ then I want you to put it in me.”

“I’d love to,” I said, “but we can’t take long.  Mom’s gonna be back, and I don’t think she’d be happy if she found us doing stuff.”

Pammy jumped up and peeled jeans and panties off with one smooth motion then lay back with her legs spread.  I fell between her thighs and my mouth fastened over the closed lips of her sweet and glistening pussy.  Through her closed pussy lips I sucked and vacuumed the juice, then my tongue gently probed between them.  “Mmmmmm, Pammy, you taste soooo good!”

“Danny, you don’t know how good that feels.”  Her hands went to the back of my head.  I licked and sucked.

I came up for air.  Her pussy was open before me and I crawled upward between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I think I can put it in you this way.”

Giggle.  Yeah, we’d not tried “missionary” yet.  The “Pammy on top” and “Jilly on top” were wonderful last night, but exploration is exploration.  She drew her knees up instinctively and spread wide.  Those pink lips parted, revealing glistening wetness that I probed with my hard little dick.  It needed little help.  She was small and tight, but I was still small, too, and the little cap on the end of my dick found a sweet wet opening.  I pressed forward and her hips arched up to meet me.

We wrapped each other in embrace for a few seconds, then she pressed upward against me, and I pressed downward, then I pulled a little bit out, then went back in and Pammy moaned.  I was thinking, “This can work!”

We humped happily for a couple of minutes and Pammy’s moans got more rhythmic and insistent, as did my thrusts.  Her breaths were coming out almost explosive, between clenched teeth.  “Dan!  Don’t stop!  I’m gonna DO it!”  And the moans turned to “Nnnnnnnnnghhhh!” and her pelvis thrust up hard against me, and that was all it took for what was building in me.  I spurted lustily into her spasming pussy.

After a minute of just clasping onto each other like life depended on it, Pammy came to her senses first.  “Uh, we need to get dressed before Mom gets back!”

“Uh, yeah,” I said.  I could feel the gooey mess down there.  “Turn around and let me clean you up.”  We didn’t even know what “69” was.  She turned around, presenting her sopping pussy to me and her face was hovering at my dick.  We both started licking and sucking, cleaning the joint juices of our happy moments.   After a couple of minutes, she got up.

“Look at you,” she said, “it’s hard again!  I wish we had more time.”

“Maybe tonight Mom and Dad will go play cards again.” I said.  I was getting dressed.  She pressed up against me.

“Yeah, I hope so. Let’s go wash our faces.  You smell like my panties!”    We washed up and were out the door in separate directions playing when Mom got back in the house.

Dad got back from the odd Saturday at work at four-thirty and we had family supper at five, small talk, lots of clink of forks and glasses.  Pammy and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen while Dad showered.  He walked back into the kitchen as I was drying the last dishes for Mom.

“Did the Browns say anything about playing cards tonight?” he asked Mom?

She answered, “Yes, honey.  They said about six-thirty or seven.  Let me get the kids bathed and then we can go.”

Pammy piped up, “Mommmmm!  Can Jilly come spend the night like she did last night?”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetie,” said Mom.  “That’s two nights in a row.”

Pammy did her wrinkled brow, almost a whine thing.  “But it’s the weekend.  Can you call her mom and ask?”

“Okay,” said Mom, “I can do that.  You don’t mind, do you, Danny?”  Mom still called me “Danny”.

“Nah. ‘Sokay.  They played with dolls all evening, an’ I watched TV, then I read them a book an’ they went to sleep in my bed.”

Mom made a phone call.   She turned to Pammy and said, “Jilly will come over when we leave to go over there.”

Inside of me I was rejoicing.

Two baths later Pammy was in her cotton nightgown and panties and I was in another pair of those oversized pajamas.  Mom called the Browns and they left, them and Jilly crossing paths in the street.

Jilly walked in the door.  “So,” she grinned, “what can we do for fun this evening?”