In the former chapter I have told you about the things I wanted to find out about my little sister. One weekend when I didn't have to work I decided to go home and see my family.
I didn't particularly want to see my father, since he had always been too severe and upright for my taste, but I really longed to see my mother. Although we had never shared our secrets and lusty feelings, I knew she was a very passionate woman, having found this out when I was still at home. And many a pleasurable afternoon I had passed, looking into her actions with the village priest.
I wanted to find out how far she had gone on the road to depravity and whether she was prepared to join me in the seduction of my sister, because most of all I wanted to see my younger sister. I was very curious about her. Had she inherited the same lascivious nature as my mother and me, or was she like my father, prim and prudish. Well I was not going to waste this weekend and go back without knowing exactly how she was. I hoped she was going to come out with flying colors, that is, with the same sort of nature my mother and I have-lewd and sensuous, always ready to enjoy sex no matter with whom. The weekend would prove very successful if we had a roll together, the three of us.
During the ride in the train I was full of anxiousness and my thoughts were filled with the things the three of us could do if everything was the way I hoped it was going to be. I had written my mother and sister separate letters that I was coming over for the weekend and between the lines I had given them little hints about my present way of life and the things I did to enjoy myself.
It was a long way by train and it would take me a couple of hours to get to the village where I was born, but I didn't have any problems keeping myself occupied. In my mind I went over the various things I had experienced so far and needless to say they all came back to my most favorite topic-all the sex acts I had ever done, all the sensuous adventures I had had, thoughts of steaming pricks and dripping cunts filled my mind and the rocking motions of the train added to my usual lusty feelings. With every mile the train speeded through the countryside my randiness increased, till it came to a point where I couldn't stand it any longer.
I just had to come right now and what better way than frigging oneself to a quick relief? Since it is hardly polite to raise one's dress in a train compartment occupied by other people I had to go to the toilet to jack off, although I'm certain some of the gentlemen in the compartment would just have loved to see me wank myself.
But like I said, I went to the toilet to give myself the desired relief. Standing in the cubicle, I raised one leg and placed it on the toilet seat, after I had taken off my panties. Hitching up my dress, my cunt came under the easy touch of my experienced hand and with delight I penetrated my slit with two stiff fingers. Unfortunately I had not put my dildo in my handbag. Its bulky form had more or less kept me from doing this and I had stuck the darling thing in my suitcase… I would just have loved to stuff the hard rubber length of my artificial cock in my dripping slit, but the old finger-fuck had to do for the time being.
During the weekend I certainly would have ample opportunity to use it and if everything went the way I hoped it would, I would be using it on my mother and sister as well. I thought about my mother with the dildo belted around her body, fucking my sister while she sucked my cunt. I remembered my sister's mouth and I knew I was destined to suck a prick and cock. From the shape of her mouth I knew she couldn't be very much like my father, but things like that may turn out all wrong.
Anyway, there was no real need to worry yet and even if my little sister would not play my kind of games I knew my mother would if guided in the right way, so I would not be without sensuous pleasures this weekend.
Rubbing my clit furiously while I thought about all this soon brought on the desired satisfying results, and I creamed over my fingers, stifling my lusty cries by biting the handkerchief I had ready to mop up my spendings.
Relieved, I went back to my seat and looking out of the window, I found by the landscape that I had arrived in familiar surroundings. Only two more stations to go and I would be home. I was full of eager anticipation for the things to come.
My parents' house was close to the station and I had written them not to bother picking me up. I just had to walk for a couple of minutes and I wanted to find out whether anything had changed in the village where I had spent my youth.
As usual in towns this size all things were exactly like they had been when I left, and I met quite a few people I knew very well. Some of the boys and girls I had played with not too long ago talked to me and in the eyes of some of them I could see they envied my present way of life. In the eyes of some of them I could also read something other than envy-especially the boys. They looked me over as if they were going to rape me right then and there if I kept talking to them any longer. But some of the girls also looked at me like that and I think some of the escapades Mary and I had had must have become known to them.
It's hardly feasible that Mary had not found herself another girl friend to do things with that she and I used to do, and she must have talked about the two of us. Well, never mind. I may yet find out about them later on, maybe have some little lovemaking with my dear Mary, if things go wrong at home. I was soon to find out how things had developed…
My three relatives were at home, awaiting my arrival and they greeted me with more enthusiasm than I had expected. Even my father was really charming and hugged me for a long time… If he had not been such a religious and severe man, wearing those somber and awful dark suits, and bearing a grim look on his face, he could have been a really handsome and charming man with his lean body and broad shoulders.
My mother had not changed very much from the way I remembered her. She still looked beautiful and her shape was marvelous for a woman her age.
But my little sister-I couldn't take my eyes from her. She was lovely, and she wasn't a little sister any longer! There wasn't very much that was little on her at all, especially her tits. They had grown into real beauties and I could hardly wait to find out what she would look like in the nude. Looking her over closely, I wondered how much she knew about the pleasures one's body can give and if I was not mistaken, she had already had some experience, but I hoped there was still something I could teach her. That has always been one of my pleasures, teaching a young girl the ways of love, teaching her all I knew, the way I had been taught-bringing her to the point where she can't go back any longer and making her desirous for creaming over and over again. And I was going to find out! That I promised myself. I wasn't going to waste any time, now that I had seen her.
That first Saturday night at home was spent really pleasantly, but as you will understand nothing of the erotic transpired, and this mainly because my father stayed in all afternoon and night. From some of the things my mother said, I seemed to understand she had taken my little hints hidden in my letter to her and sometimes I thought she was really going a bit too far for my father, but he either didn't seem to notice or didn't want to pay any attention.
We had a marvelous dinner and afterwards we watched television. For a change they had something worth watching. In fact, there happened to be a rather sexy sort of show and although my father occasionally grunted in disapproval, it was kept, on, and my mother, sister, and I thoroughly enjoyed it and it certainly brought my mind back to sex.
But if I wanted to have any sensual pleasure I had to wait till that night in bed or until tomorrow, if I managed to hold out that long, when my father went to Mass.
My old room was transformed into a bathroom, which really was a better one than the small one we had when I was still at home, so I had to sleep with my sister. Fortunately, my parents had also bought new furniture and my sister seemed to have managed to make them buy her a double bed instead of a single, so we could sleep together.
Things were beginning to look real good to me and sleeping in the same bed would certainly give me the opportunity to play some of my tricks on her. She was hardly in a position to refuse anything when I had her this close to me and I knew my capabilities when it came to seducing another female.
We went to bed late that night and Father even went so far out of his usual way as to offer us some wine to drink. I was getting quite used to drinking by now, but little Jean was feeling rather hot and she looked flushed and excited due to this unaccustomed drink.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched her undress herself with eager eyes and once more I found I could hardly call her little Jean any longer. She didn't feel embarrassed at all to undress in front of me, in fact, she seemed to take it for granted I was in her presence. After all we were sisters and had often undressed in front of one another.
Once she was naked I could really see how much she had grown into a beautiful young woman and suddenly I realized she was only two years younger than I was, which made her seventeen.
She was just as fully grown as I had been at her age and her breasts had developed into real beauties. Her cunt had the same prominent bush of hairs like I and my mother have, while her Mons Venus was of exactly the same bulging and sensuous appearance.
I was getting all hot and randy for her and I was dying to take her in my arms, but knowing my parents were still awake in the adjoining room I held myself back till they were asleep. If I wanted to start anything I had to wait till at least my father was fast asleep, because I already more or less sensed my mother was wise to me and would have loved to join us here and let herself be made love to. I don't know whether she would have done it in the presence of Jean, but if I would have had my old room I'm certain she would have joined me in no time, knowing I would be waiting for her.
During the time Jean had been undressing herself I had been too fascinated with her loveliness, so I was still sitting completely dressed when she turned around and found me completely dressed and staring at her…
“Are you not going to undress, Mitzy?” she asked, blushing delightfully. “I'm feeling a bit embarrassed, when you are still sitting there, all dressed up, and you are looking so strangely at me. Is there anything wrong?”
Without showing my own sudden embarrassment I raised myself and saying nothing I began to undress. This time it was Jean's turn to stare at me. I didn't want her to feel guilty of looking at me so I took a position where she might have had the idea I could not see her watching me, almost with hunger in her eyes.
She must have been so entranced with the sight I offered her that she had forgotten all about the full-length mirror hanging in the corner of the room. In it I could secretly watch her admiring looks while I undressed myself. I took my time undressing, giving her lots of time to get used to my presence in the room to look at me at her leisure.
She had already slipped between the sheets and I could just see her flushed face with her eyes all shining and eager over the top of the bed coverings. All of a sudden I noticed something else as well… her hands were under the covers, and she must have thought I could not see her at all. But very distinctly I could see the covers moving slightly up and down on the spot where her crotch was. She must have thought me to be a nut, but I wasn't such a nut not to notice her rubbing herself, and in fact I don't think I was very wrong if I thought her tossing herself off under the blankets.
I had been right when I assumed Jean had the same red-blooded sensuality my mother and I possessed, and a wave of expecting pleasure went through my body.
Languorously I stretched myself, making my breasts lift, and my nipples hardened and stood out lustfully, crowning my tits with their arrogant hardness. From the bed I could hear Jean sigh audibly and I decided to give the hot little bitch some more of this treatment. Spreading my legs a little I let my hands rove over my body with slow caressing motions, wriggling my buttocks to some unheard music. Moving the muscles of my belly I made it roll and heave like a turkish dancing girl would have done to attract the attention of her lover. Playing with my nipples brought the hardness of them out even more and now I went in for the shock treatment. In the mirror she must have seen I opened the lips of my cunt and slowly pushed one finger inside. I immediately removed it-it was only a short and swift penetration, but she must have had a good impression of what I was doing to myself because I once more heard her sigh deeply and the blankets were now moving rather wildly, as I could see in the mirror.
She must be frigging herself like mad and very near to coming, which I didn't mind but actually wanted to take part in myself. I was very much ready to come myself and since we were two of the same kind we might as well enjoy this together, instead of making it a solo tour. But she might not be completely ready for doing it together, the more so since I was her sister, so turning slowly to give her time to compose herself, I faced her with an innocent smile on my face.
“Why, Jean, you have forgotten to put on your nightgown, or do you always sleep in the nude these days? A lot must have changed since I left home, because father would never have permitted it for me.”
“I don't think he would approve of it now, were he to know it,” she answered, with a sensuous smile on her lovely face, “but he doesn't come into my bedroom any longer. He thinks I'm too old for that, so I do as I please in here. I love to sleep in the nude, so I never wear anything. Sometimes I even spend the afternoon here in the nude. I like being naked. I like to feel my own body without clothing!”
The last she said with something of vehemence, like she wanted me to dare disapprove of it, but I couldn't do anything except smile at her.
“You are getting quite frank and naughty are you not? But don't worry, I won't tell. Besides, I prefer to sleep in the nude myself so I think I'm going to forget about the nightdress I brought and slip in with you in the nude.”
Coming closer to the bed, she wanted to move over and make room for me, but I had other things in mind.
“No, stay where you are,” I told her. “I want to sleep on the wall side, if you don't mind.”
Stepping over her I felt her eyes resting on my pussy and I paused just for a short time to give her a better view. My cunt lips must have parted a little, so my sister had a clear view of my charms. She must have noticed the slight dampness of my slit as well, because in anticipation of what was going to come and with an inevitable certainty, I had started to get wet!
With not too much of a hurry I slipped under the covers, and much to my surprise Jean immediately switched off the lights. The little monster must already have come and now feeling too shy to go into my little seducing game…
I felt rather annoyed with her and the way things developed but I still didn't want to rush things and scare her off completely. And I still might be wrong about her and she may not be as hot-blooded as I thought her to be. I was nearly dying for an orgasm, but I didn't dare to toss myself off under these circumstances, and with a heavy heart I tried to get to sleep.
I was just about to doze off when I clearly felt the blankets move in a most familiar way. Jean must have thought me asleep, but her need to frig herself must have been too urgent, so she obviously had not checked carefully. And now, here in the dark, lying beside me, she was once more tossing herself off, masturbating herself just like I used to do and still do, but with one exception-I want to have the lights on when I go at myself; I want to see my fingers reaming my slit, and sometimes I make use of a mirror to help me see it.
I let her go on for some time, although I found it very hard not to take over the task of her agile fingers. But I wanted her to be well on her way to coming before I interrupted her, so she couldn't very well back out on me again. Let the little bitch enjoy herself for some time and then she will be ready for me to take over and masturbate her. Let her frig me to the orgasm I needed so badly.
Soon she was softly moaning beside me and her young delightful body was bucking up and down the bed. I knew she wasn't very far from coming now and this was the moment I had chosen to enter the action.
In one swift motion I turned on the lights with one hand, using the other to draw back the blankets, uncovering her while she still had her hand between her legs. Her startled little cry made me laugh, but I had my way. She didn't have the time to take her finger out of her slit. In the rather harsh light of the room she looked rather silly, with one hand covering her quim while the other was closed over her mouth. Tears of surprise came to her eyes. I seated myself beside her and taking her in my arms I hugged her in a comforting and more than sisterly way.
“Don't cry, little Jean, I won't tell anybody what you have been doing.”
“I feel so ashamed,” she whispered, “but I just had to do what you saw me doing. I couldn't hold back any longer. And it was your presence and the way you looked, all naked and beautiful, that made me do it.”
“But there isn't anything to be ashamed of, darling. You are not the only one who amuses herself like that at night.”
“But… but… I've been told it is all wrong, unhealthy and abnormal. It makes your eyes go all funny, and all sorts of things.”
“Whoever told you this nonsense?” I said in blazing fury. “It's completely normal, and as far as your health is concerned, it does relieve you when you have done it, doesn't it? So it can't be very well unhealthy, and besides, how can anything so nice and lovely be unhealthy and abnormal?”
“Do you also do it then, Mitzy? Oh, I would be so glad if I knew you also liked to do this. I thought I was the only one who did this. And I always thought it must be unhealthy, because it always leaves me weak and breathless and I feel all funny when I stand up.”
“Yes, it will make you feel like that, but it also makes you feel happy and satisfied, doesn't it? It will make you feel exhausted after you have creamed good and properly. And as an answer to your first question… just look at me!”
Throwing the blankets away from me I showed Jean in what sort of position I found myself. It wasn't so different from hers. My legs were spread and with two fingers of one hand I was holding open my cunt for the stiff Anger of the other hand to better penetrate my Gripping slit. This one finger was rapidly agitating between the hairy lips of my cunt. In other words, I was very busily tossing myself off, proving to Jean I also knew how to amuse myself. With a cry of pleasure Jean threw herself at me and before I knew what was going to happen she had begun to kiss my breasts with a fervor I would not have thought possible a couple of minutes earlier. She was really very fast in learning and she must have known the sensitivity of a tit very well. She must have found this out in her solitary hours in her room when she walked around naked and stroked and caressed her own body.
“Oh, darling Mitzy, I'm so terribly happy you also do this, that you also love the pleasure it gives one. Please don't stop. I'm going to join you. I'm really going to give myself that lovely feeling together with you. What did you call it? Coming? Well, I'm going to come like I've never come before, knowing I won't be alone tonight, knowing you will be lying beside me, doing the same thing, enjoying yourself the way I am. Oh, I love to do it so much. All during the day I think about it. What I'm going to do at night in bed… how I'm going to do it… oh, it's so lovely, so terribly lovely…”
She threw herself on her back again and now without any shame or shyness she began to masturbate herself, trying to keep the same rhythm as I.
Although I would have loved to feel her finger in my slit right now instead of tossing myself off, just as much as I would have loved to masturbate her lovely little quim, I was satisfied for this moment to frig myself lying by her side. Swiftly I brought myself to an orgasm and Jean joined me like she said she would when we both creamed profusely, wetting our fingers with the sticky spunk. We didn't stop right after we had creamed, but kept on wanking ourselves till we could not stand it any longer and had to relax, while passion still shook our bodies.
But I was only permitted a very short rest, which I didn't mind too much, because my darling sister, having tasted the sweet fruits of passion together with another person for the first time, wanted to start right away again. Cuddling up close to me she let her head rest between my breasts. Occasionally she kissed my nipples, while she started to question me.
“Have you done this more often? I don't mean frigging yourself, because I know only too well that once you have started this it is impossible to stop. You just have to have it, every day, every night. But I mean… did you ever do this with anybody else? Did you ever share the same bed, seeing one another do it? I think it is so much nicer than doing it all alone. And I wonder…”
She didn't finish her last sentence and having a good idea what she was about to say, I didn't press her to go on.
“I think I know exactly what you wanted to say, Jean. Of course, my innocent little darling, I've done this more often. And actually it's the only really nice way to do it, although when nobody else is around, a quick frig all by yourself can be very satisfying indeed. But to do it together with somebody else is of course far more satisfying and there are so many variations possible in making love, because that is what you are, doing-making love to yourself! All women of all ages do this sort of thing, together or alone, with a man or with a girl friend.”
“Do you think Mother has also done it?”
“Has done it? Well, my darling, that is something of an understatement. Do you really mean to say you have never caught her at it? The way I used to do when I was still at home…”
“Did you actually see her doing it? Oh, I would never have thought she could, but it certainly does explain some of the noises I hear sometimes when she shuts herself in her room during the afternoon.”
“So you have heard her frigging herself? But you should see her! She really is a sight to see, the way she goes for her snatch… and she has a lovely one! I tell you what, tomorrow, when Father has gone to Mass, I have planned to seduce her into doing it together with me. Now that you are such a nice girl and my darling little sister, I want you to join us. So there will be the three of us, all doing it at the same time. Just try to imagine what a sight that would be. The three of us, our hands between our legs, frigging like mad, trying to get our orgasms all at the same time. Oh, we can work out something real nice between us. I might make her frig you, or she can frig me, or you wank her… whatever you like! It could really be one big frigging and wanking orgy. The three of us frigging each other, our fingers buried in the other's slit, bringing the juices out, creaming over each other's fingers…”
On purpose I had mentioned the possibility of frigging one another, just to make her aware of this first variation she should learn concerning the noble art of masturbation. I felt she should quickly understand what I meant, and I was not wrong. My little sister was really quick in understanding this sort of thing.
“I think I would love to be frigged by her,” she said with shining eyes. “It must be really marvelous, just to lie there and let yourself be played with. Not to do anything at all and still get this marvelous feeling-coming, I mean! And come to think of it, I would just love to do it to you right now. I hope you will let me. There is so much I still have to learn, but I already like everything that goes with this and the quicker I learn, the better. Please, Mitzy, let me masturbate you. I want it so much,' and you can tell me whether I'm doing all right. You must know all the right motions to give the most pleasure…”
When she talked about frigging me she had sounded a little hesitant and since I didn't want to miss this excellent chance to have myself masturbated by my little sister, I hastened to get her over this sort of hesitancy.
Spreading my legs as wide as possible was just a matter of split seconds, and my cunt was open before her admiring glances. She just couldn't take her eyes from it, and without hurrying her-although I nearly died to feel her hand upon me-I let her have her own way and gave her all the time she wanted to look at me. But a person of normal red-blooded sensuality can hold out only for a certain time and I decided that something had to be done after some time.
“Seat yourself between my legs, Jean, with your legs over mine,” I said, lifting myself to a sitting position. “You can see anything you want to see and do anything you want to do. Besides, it will also give me the chance to do something for you as well.”
Seated like this we both had full and easy access to the other's cunt and Jean could not have asked for a better position the first time she was going to have sex with somebody else. Taking her hand I guided it to my cunt, although she really didn't need much guidance, because she was all eager and ready to get started.
When her hand rested upon my slit, I brought mine to hers and gently pried the slippery lips open, entering her cunt with one finger up till the first digit. Following me in every movement, Jean didn't have too much trouble in learning how to frig another woman properly. Besides, she had had lots of exercise on her own hot slit and knew exactly what she liked best, which corner to touch, what gave her the most satisfaction, etc., my own hand also played my song of love on her charming cunt and swollen red clit.
When I felt my orgasm approaching I told her to stop and make her tell me the same thing about herself. She was a bit reluctant to do this but when I explained this would prolong our pleasure she was all for it and so we went on for quite a long time, busily frigging one another, stopping at intervals in order not to cream too quickly, taking up where we had left when our passion had subdued a little.
Obviously the randy little bitch had never thought about this when she worked herself over, being too randy for it and in too much of a hurry to cream herself silly…
The way we went at it, it took us a long time to come, but there is a certain moment when you just can't stop. When this arrived we were both at the same height of passion and lucky for us we creamed together this first time we mutually masturbated each other. Happy convulsions shook our bodies when we spurted the sticky cunt juice over the other's finger, and tired but satisfied, we tumbled into each other's arms.
With one hand covering a breast and the other closed over a still dripping slit we happily fell asleep. I dreamed about all the things I could still do with my little sister and she must have had the same sort of thoughts, for she rubbed herself against me in her happy sleep.
I imagined what it would be like to have her suck me or suck her lovely slit, and needless to say this excited me no end, but I decided not to wake her up and introduce her to this way of making love. It would be much better to save this till the next day, when we would have all morning and the afternoon to go further on the road of love. If things developed the way I thought they would I could always call my boss and ask for an extra couple of days. Knowing Jim, I knew he would not refuse me this, especially if he knew I needed those extra days to introduce my little sister to vice and lasciviousness.
During the night I woke up a couple of times, but Jean was still sleeping exhausted beside me and I didn't start anything with her. But on one of the occasions I could not hold out any longer and looking at her while she lay beside me, one hand having involuntarily slipped between her legs, I brought on a quick but all the same satisfying relief by tossing myself off with quick and agile fingers. Licking my own spunk from my fingers, I once more fell asleep satisfied and happy for the moment. I didn't wake up till the next morning when Jean brought me morning tea and kissed my still nude breasts till I opened my eyes.
I quickly let my hand run under her dressing gown to feel whether she had bothered to put her panties on and I wasn't surprised the least when I found she had not.
Her young and eager slit immediately opened under my fingers and I could not resist the temptation of slipping one finger inside and for a short while I rubbed her erected clit, but I didn't make her come, much to her annoyance. I wanted to save that for a little later. No matter how much she pouted and made ugly faces at me, she had to postpone her randiness a little. Obviously I didn't tell her I had frigged myself during the night while she was fast asleep. I think she would have been furious if she had known this.