The next time Sammy saw his sister, he felt a hot jolt of lust. All he could think of was how he had spied on her and seen her naked. He was so nervous he couldn't even speak.
"What happened to your face?" Pat asked him.
"Yes, what did happen to your face?" his mother echoed.
They were sitting at the dinner table. Sammy had put some of his sister's make-up on to hide the scratches. But from across a table, they showed.
"Nothing happened," Sammy said. "It's just a scratch."
"Well something must have happened," his father said. "And it's not just a scratch, it's several scratches."
"It's no big deal, all right?" Sammy said. "Can't I have a few scratches without getting the third degree?"
"You weren't fighting, were you?" his mother asked.
"No!" Sammy said. "Can't we just forget it?" Nothing else was said. And Sammy realized that he was lucky to have nice parents. He knew that they must be thinking all sorts of things to explain his scratches. But that was all right, as long as they didn't guess how he really got them.
But now Sammy was hornier than ever. He would stare at his sister every chance he got. In his imagination, she was as naked as when he'd peeked into her window.
Finally, a few nights later, he couldn't resist going into her room to talk.
"I thought you were mad at me," Pat said.
"What? I'm not mad at you," Sammy said. "Why did you think that?"
"Well you haven't said two words to me in days," Pat said.
"Oh, well…" Sammy searched his mind for something to say. "I've been busy thinking."
"What have you been thinking about?"
Sammy hoped to talk to his sister about his horniness. And she had given him the perfect opening.
"Did you ever, uh, do it?" he asked her. "You know. Get fucked?"
Pat hesitated. Then she said she hadn't. "Don't you want to?" Sammy asked. "I mean, don't you feel like you've just got to get fucked or you'll go crazy?"
"Oh, I feel like it sometimes," Pat admitted. "But I don't think I'll go crazy. Why? Do you think you'll go crazy?"
"Sometimes," Sammy said. "Sometimes I can't think of anything else. Don't you get that way?"
"Sort of," Pat said. "But, God, I'm not as horny as you, fortunately."
"Did you ever see a guy's prick?" Sammy asked. "None of your business," Pat said. "Come on, tell me," Sammy begged. "Did you ever see one when it was hard?"
"Why do you want to know?" Pat asked.
"I just want to," he said. "Did you ever see a hard cock? I'll bet you never have."
Pat didn't say anything. So Sammy knew he was right.
"Do you want to see one?" he asked. Pat's eyes flashed. And although she wasn't talking, Sammy knew she was interested in what he was saying.
"Well, do you?" he asked.
"If someone wants to show me one, I'll look," she said.
"I'll show you mine," he offered. "If you show me your cunt."
Sammy had wondered if he was going to be able to ask that question. And now that he had, he was proud of himself. But he was in suspense now. Ever since seeing Polly staring into Pat's crotch, Sammy couldn't think of anything else.
But Pat was being shy. She merely looked at her brother. He almost saw the gears turning in her mind.
All she needed was a little persuasion, he thought.
"Come on, let's do it," he said. "A hard dick is really something to see."
"How will you make it get hard?" Pat asked.
"Don't worry," Sammy said. "If I'm looking at your cunt, it'll be hard. In fact, it's hard already from just talking about it."
Pat's eyes dropped to her brother's crotch. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, but he knew the lump of his prick would be noticeable.
"Come on," Sammy repeated. "How about it?"
As he said that, he reached for his belt buckle. He was usually a shy kid. But his tremendous urge to see his sister's cunt was turning him into a real hustler.
But still Pat hesitated. So Sammy began unbuckling. He opened his pants and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Then he stood up.
All he had to do now was to pull his pants and underpants down in one quick motion, and his prick would spring out.
Pat stared at the bulge where her brother's cock throbbed. He had never seen her looking so intently at anything before.
"Okay," she said in an eager whisper.
Sammy waited for his sister to unfasten her pants. Soon she was as ready as he to expose herself.
As Pat moved her pants down her wide hips, Sammy lowered his pants. Both of them stared at their emerging flesh. Just as Pat's curly pubic hair began to rise over the top of her undies, Sammy's prick leaped out like a happy puppy, ready to play ball.
His cock vibrated as it sprang up. Then it pointed toward Pat's face and throbbed with a steady rhythm.
"Holy cow!" Pat gasped as she looked at his prick.
In her shock, she stopped lowering her pants. So Sammy found himself with only a bit of curly fuzz to look at while his sister was feasting her eyes on his twitching tool and hanging balls.
"Come on, come on," he said. "Let me see your cunt."
Without taking her eyes from her brother's cock.
Pat lowered her pants and undies to her ankles. She was still sitting on the bed. And in that position, there really wasn't much to see.
Still, looking down at the hair on his sister's pussy made Sammy pant with lust. But, just as when he looked in the window, he could never see enough to satisfy him.
"But I can't really see your cunt," he complained, "and you can see everything I've got."
Slowly, Pat leaned back and spread her thighs. Now the view was improved.
Sammy's gaze leveled on Pat's crotch. It was the same view he'd had from the window. But now he could see so much more.
His sister's slot was clearly visible. And between those soft, hairy lips, two inner-lips could be seen. They were like two tender ridges of flesh.
Below her cunt, Pat's ass could be seen. And Sammy marveled at the perfect roundness and smoothness of those cheeks.
"Spread your legs some more," Sammy said in a breathless voice.
Pat was still staring at her brother's big cock and balls. She hadn't taken her eyes from them since they had appeared. And if the boy was looking at her eyes, rather than at her cunt, he would have seen her eyeballs moving from his balls to his prick and back again. And when she looked at his cock, her eyes moved up and down with the jerking of his prick.
Pat spread her legs wider, but not as wide as Sammy would have liked. He could see more of her inner-lips now, though. They were separate little wings of flesh, he noticed. And they came together near the front of her gash.
But he still couldn't see where a cock could enter his sister's body.
Pat looked as though she was hypnotized. So Sammy reached down and moved one of her knees to the side.
Now her cunt spread open like a blooming flower.
Suddenly Sammy could see the dark entrance between her inner-lips. And as he stared at that portal, he felt his prick give an even greater twitch than usual. Oh, how he longed to fill that juicy pit with his cock!
"Gee, I never thought a cock would look so big," Pat said finally. "Look at the way it jerks!"
Sammy felt a bit embarrassed. After all, no one had ever seen his stiff prick before. And this was his own sister staring at it now!
But his lust overcame his shyness. He loved looking at his sister's twat. And he even felt a strange thrill from showing off his rod.
"How does it get so stiff?" Pat asked. "How does it feel?"
Sammy felt a wave of passion rush through him as he offered to let his sister feel it. He knew that the touch of her slender fingers on his prick would be a real thrill.
The girl looked up at her brother's face to see if her was serious. When she saw that he was, she slowly reached out.
Sammy shook with lust when he saw his sister's hand moving toward his throbbing joint. But just before touching it, she hesitated.
"Go ahead," he urged. "Touch it!"
When Pat's fingers came into contact with Sammy's cockhead, the boy almost jumped. He had never felt anything so nice before. And he had touched his own prick in every possible way.
"It's soft," Pat said as she felt his prick's blunt tip.
Sammy had taken his eyes from his sister's twat to watch as she handled his cock, an even more thrilling sight.
Pat at first had only rested her fingertips in the big cockhead. But now she was squeezing the head between fingers and thumb. The soft knob of Sammy's prick contracted under her firm examination.
Then Pat ran her fingers under the prickhead. That caused his cock to buck wildly.
"Did I make it do that?" Pat answered with amazement.
But Sammy couldn't even answer her. Having his prick touched by his sister's delicate fingers put him in such a state of passion that he was almost paralyzed.
Pat slid her fingers under his cockhead a few more times. And each time, the prick gave a mighty leap.
Next Pat ran her fingers along the veiny shaft. She encircled the thick rod with her fingers and squeezed. Then she discovered that the skin could be slid back and forth over the hard spike.
"Gee, it's really amazing! Isn't it?" she said with awe.
From his shaft, Pat's hand moved to her brother's big balls. It was just as well, too. Because if she had jerked the skin of his prick a few more times, Sammy would have shot her with his cum.
"I've always thought guys' balls were funny," Pat said as she hefted the sac of nuts in the palm of her hand.
Although it didn't give him the intense thrill he'd had when she'd stroked his prick, Sammy loved having his balls jostled in his sister's soft hand.
After bouncing the nuts around a while, Pat squeezed them.
"Ow! Careful," Sammy said.
"Does that hurt?" Pat asked. "I only squeezed them a little."
She did it again.
"Ow-w-w! Yes, it does hurt," Sammy said.
"Gee, that's good to know," Pat said with a smile.
"Pat," Sammy said. "Grab my prick again." Pat dropped his nuts and put her hand around her brother's rod once more.
"Amazing how it jerks," Pat said. "Look. It's even making my hand bob up and down!"
Sammy wanted to tell his sister to pull the loose skin back and forth. The idea of coming while she jerked his prick seemed like a dream too good to be true.
But before Sammy had gathered enough courage to ask, Pat began tugging his prick on her own.
She pulled the loose skin over his prick's fat head. Then she pulled it back until her hand was pressing into his balls.
Sammy began to tremble. His knees turned to jelly. His breath came in deep gulps.
Finally, Pat noticed that her brother seemed to be acting strangely. She looked up at him. Her hand stopped pulling his foreskin back and forth.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
Sammy was standing there, his knees bent, his mouth hanging open, and his whole body shaking.
"Nothing," he croaked. "Keep doing that."
"This?" Pat asked as she resumed tugging on his prick.
Sammy nodded. He looked at his prick, with the feminine hand around it. Then he looked at his sister's cunt again.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h," he gasped as his orgasm began.
"Sammy, what…" Pat began asking. "Don't stop!" he gasped. "Keep going!" To increase the speed of his sister's jerks. Sammy began bucking his hips. "Oh-h-h-h-h," he cried.
"Huh-h-h-h," Pat gasped as a silvery shot of jism leaped from her brother's prick and landed on her thigh.
"Don't stop!" Sammy repeated desperately. "Keep going!"
His sister did as he said. And Sammy had the orgasm of his life. He kept pumping his hips as his jism flowed over his sister's hand.
"Uh-h-h," he sighed when the shooting stopped. "Oh, wow!"
"Why didn't you tell me that was going to happen?" Pat asked as she released his prick.
She held her hand in front of her face, examining the pearly gobs of jism that covered it.
"Sorry I didn't warn you," Sammy said. "But it happened so fast."
Actually, he had been too stricken with lust to speak. And he had been afraid his sister would have let go of his cock if he'd told her that he was going to come.
Now Pat was rubbing two fingertips together, feeling the slippery gift of jism.
"Is that how you do it?" she asked. "Is that how you jerk off?"
"Yeah," Sammy admitted as he sat on the bed.
Pat took a tissue and wiped her hand. Then she took another and began swabbing Sammy's wet prick.
"Do you jerk off a lot?" Pat asked.
"Yeah," Sammy said. "Sort of a lot. I told you, sometimes I can't think of anything but fucking. Then I have to jerk off."
His prick had begun to shrink. But now, with his sister mopping up his jism with a tissue, it stiffened again.
"I think of faking a lot too," Pat said. "Then I have to jerk off too."
Sammy had never heard of a girl jerking off. It didn't make sense. Girls could get fucked whenever they wanted. Any boy would be willing to fuck just about any chick at any time. So why would a girl jerk off?
"You do?" Sammy said. "How?"
"I usually just rub my cunt until I come," she said. "But sometimes I stick something up my cunt."
Sammy never expected his sister to tell him things like this. But now their relationship was very different from what it had been before.
Maybe the fun isn't over, Sammy thought. After all, only he had come so far.
"Let me stick a finger in your cunt," Sammy said.
His heart began to beat fast as he waited for her reply. Actually, he had almost asked her to let him fuck her. But a kid couldn't fuck his own sister.
Pat looked at him with the same thoughtful expression she had used when he proposed that they show each other their loins.
"Go ahead," she said suddenly, and eagerly!
She lay back again. Her legs spread open wide. And Sammy found himself in exactly the position he had longed to be in when he'd peeked in her window and saw Polly staring into Pat's twat.
Pat's legs were open wider now than they were before. The interior of her cunt was on display. Every fold of flesh, and even her gaping tunnel, was exposed to Sammy's devouring gaze.
He slowly reached for his sister's cunt. And just as she had felt his prick, slowly, gently, then more vigorously, Sammy felt her twat.
At first be merely ran his fingers through the dark curls of pubic hair. He felt how her plump mound cushioned the slot that ran through it.
But before long, he had a finger in her gash. The first thing that struck him was how wet her snatch was. It was soaking with warm, slippery juice. His finger could slide around easily, without any friction at all.
He moved his fingertip over the long ridges of flesh that ran on either side of her pit. And when he touched the puckered area where those lips came together in front of her cunt cave, he noticed how his sister's body shook.
Sammy looked from her cunt to her fate, and back to her cunt. He loved watching his finger slide over the wiggling lips. But by looking at his sister's face, he could tell just what effect his touch was having on her.
When he reached into her deep cavern with his long middle finger, Pat's face contorted into a mask of pure sexual bliss. Her brow wrinkled, and her mouth opened.
"Oh-h-h-h," she moaned softly.
Sammy now had his finger up his sister's twat as far as he could get it. And it felt great. It was so hot and tender in that pit that he knew it would be heaven to have his prick buried in it.
Moving his finger around, exploring that cave, he made Pat writhe. Sammy had never imagined a girl reacting so wantonly to having her pussy fingered. But he, could see that it must feel at least as good as a guy jerking off.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," Pat cried in a tumult of passion.
She lifted her ass from the bed, then dropped it again. Her, back arched. She twisted around and threw her arms over her head.
While he finger fucked her, Sammy thought that it would be a good time to broaden his explorations. So he reached under Pat's jersey and clutched one of her tits.
With his finger up her snatch and a tit in his other hand, Sammy was getting too excited to know what he was doing.
His finger began stirring and pumping in Pat's twat. And he clutched her round tit tightly.
The girl went wild. Squeezing her tit seemed to increase her writhing, Sammy thought. The way she was moving on the bed now astonished the boy. "Ah-h-h-h-h! O-o-o-o-o!" Pat wailed. She began jerking her hips back and forth as though she was getting fucked. She jerked so hard that Sammy's finger slipped out. And when that happened, Pat froze and begged him to stick it back in.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" she cried.
She must be coming, Sammy thought. Nothing else could explain her crazed behavior. But Sammy never even knew that a girl could come like this.
"M-m-m-m-m," Pat hummed as her body began to relax.
In another few seconds, she was still. Then she took her brother's hands from her cunt and tit. Before he knew it, his sister had her pants pulled up.
There didn't seem to be anything for him to do but pull up his pants too.
"Wow, that was great, huh?" Sammy said. "Really, Sammy. I don't know how I let you talk me into that," Pat said. "I don't even let my boyfriends do that to me. And you're my own brother!"
"So what?" Sammy said in surprise. "I mean, we didn't really fuck or anything. I thought it was great!"
"Well, we'll have to keep it a secret," Pat said. "And we can't ever do it again. I really don't know why I did it in the first place."
By the time Sammy left his sister, he was horny again. But he was also mad that she'd acted so cool afterwards. He knew why she had let him jerk her off – she was horny, as horny as he.
But now Sammy was just as horny as ever. With the memory of his sister's twat burning brightly in his mind, he decided to jerk off. Of course, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as it had been to have her doing it for him. But when he noticed that his fingers smelled of his sister's cunt juice, that made jerking off by himself more exciting than usual.