I have a sister, Janet Kelly, who's named after our Moms best friend, Janet, and our mom, Kelly. I just call her 'Sis', though she calls me "Danny". I say "our mom", but when we were growing up, we actually had six women that helped raise us. There was our biological Mom, Kelly, and five friends of hers and Dads: Jan, Robyn, Susan, Sandra, and Candice. Those five friends were so much a part of our lives growing up that Sis and I grew up calling them "Momma ". Then, on top of all of that, there were a few years where we had another of Mom and Dads friends watching out for us -" a girl from the Philippines by the name of Marilyn, whom we loved as much as any of the others. You might think that growing up with all these different people around, we'd have gotten confused, or think that none of them actually cared for us -" but that's not how it was. Even when we were little, me and Sis, we knew that we'd get the same treatment from any one of them about anything: whether it was a scraped knee, or one (or both) of us had done something we shouldn't, Sis and I knew that the one dealt with it would do pretty much the same thing as any one of the others. That fact was further reinforced the one time we tried to play one of them off against the others: we'd asked Jan if we could do something, and when she told us 'no', we went off to ask Sandra -" who told us 'yes'. It never occurred to Sis and me that they might actually compare notes, so when it came out what we'd done, the resulting punishment pretty well cured us of trying it again. When we got a little older, Sis and I were actually surprised when we learned that other kids didn't have that many people to turn to -" and even felt sorry for them. Being brother and sister, and learning what we did from Dad and Mom and all the rest, Sis and I got along pretty good the whole time we were growing up; we shared secrets, went on adventures together, usually got into trouble together, all of it. Sure, each of us had our own friends, too -" but were perfectly willing to spend time with each other. But the single most significant figure in our lives growing up was our Dad. It wasn't until later in our lives that Sis and really understood just how lucky we were to have him. No matter what he was doing, no matter the time of day, no matter what it was, we didn't have a doubt in the world that we could go to Dad and have his full, undivided attention for whatever it was we needed or wanted him for. We weren't afraid to ask him any question, there wasn't anything we weren't willing to talk to him about. We knew that whatever questions we had, Dad would give us the best answer he had -" and if he didn't know the answer, he'd admit it and find the answer with us. We knew that he wasn't going to lie to us, or make promises he couldn't or wouldn't keep, or anything like that -" which only made us trust and believe the things that he did say. It was like that with all of them, and particularly Mom – but most of all with Dad. I still remember when, in Sixth grade, one of the kids in class started picking on me. He was bigger than I was, and I was reluctant to fight back: after an incident in First grade, Dad had told me that I shouldn't get into fights with other kids.
Dad (or Mom, or any of them) never hit me or Sis; even the few spankings we got when we were little were pretty short and mild. It was the way all of them talked to us and treated us that made me and Sis want to stay out of trouble, and sorry for it when we got into trouble anyway.
The other kid -" Tommy was his name -" kept after me and after me, always finding ways to mess with me: stepping on the back of my shoe so that my heel slipped out, tripping me on the playground, punching me when he thought no one was looking, stuff like that. I know that our teacher, Miss Hampton, saw him doing stuff to me a few times, and I even said something to her about it once, but she never made him stop. Finally, one day, Tommy did something, and I decided that I wasn't going to put up with it any more -" so I knocked him down and started beating on him. Of course, it didn't take long before Miss Hampton saw what I was doing, but I still managed to hurt Tommy and make his nose start bleeding before Miss Hampton and one of the other teachers got me off of him. From there, it was off to the Principals office, where I had to sit outside while they called Mom and Dad. Tommy came in a few minutes later, with a start on one Hell of a shiner, after the school Nurse took care of his bloody nose. I figured I was going to be in trouble with Dad for getting into a fight -" but, boy, was I wrong! When Dad got there, they had me sit in the room, too, while they told Dad what happened. Dad sat real quiet while they talked, and I could see that he was listening to them the same way he listened to me and Sis: paying complete attention to what the Principal and Miss Hampton were telling him. When they were done, he asked
"Have either of you asked him why?"
The Principal told Dad that it didn't matter, but Dad told him
"Maybe not to you, but it does to me" before turning his head to ask me "Son, why were you beating up that other boy?"
I told him about how Tommy kept doing stuff to me, and when he asked, told him how long it had been going on, too. Then he asked if I'd told anyone about it, and I said that I had -" to Miss Hampton, even though she'd seen Tommy hit me a few times. When Dad looked at the Principal and Miss Hampton again, both of them looked kind of scared before Dad asked Miss Hampton
"Is what he said correct? That you've seen this Tommy bothering him? And that he told you about what was going on?"
Miss Hampton kind of stammered a little while she said that she had, and that I had. Then Dad looked at the Principal and asked
"Why did you even call me in here, then? Didn't you bother to find out what the hell was going on before you decided my son was guilty? Was it too much trouble for you to ask his teacher what she knew? Or to try to learn what prompted the fight?"
The Principal tried to tell Dad that none of that mattered -" that all he cared about was that I'd been in a fight with another boy, and hurt him.
Without raising his voice, Dad just told him
"Good! Maybe getting hurt will teach the little bastard not to mess with other kids! Is the boy I saw outside the one?" The Principal said that that was Tommy, and Dad said "That boy is a quarter again the size of Daniel. So after his teacher ignored the bullying by a larger kid, then didn't pay any attention even after Daniel brought the problem to her attention, now you're going to get your knickers in a bunch? I don't think so! My son has tolerated being bullied by a bigger kid despite his teacher knowing about the problem and being reminded of it. You heard him yourselves: it wasn't until today, several weeks after it started, that he decided that he didn't want to be pushed or hit any longer and took matters into his own hands because he didn't think anyone else was going to do anything about it. If the problem got bad enough that that was the only recourse my son felt was left to him, you are not going to punish him for your delinquencies."
The Principal tried to tell Dad that the school had a 'no tolerance' policy towards violence -" but Dad interrupted to tell him
"No tolerance, my ass! If your policy was really 'No Tolerance', the the first time this – person had seen the other kid hit my son, you'd have had his parents in here then, instead of me, now. If you're not going to enforce a 'policy' quickly and consistently, then there is no 'policy' to be enforced, and you've got no right to claim one."
Miss Hampton started looking worried, but the Principal told Dad that no matter how much he protested, I was going to be sent home for 3 days. Dad got an expression on his face I'd never seen before -" the Principal and Miss Hampton both turned real pale before he told them
"If you do, the next thing that happens after that will be my lawyer filing a suit against not just both of you, but the school district and the School Board -" for letting you two run around without adult supervision. If this idiot has been ignoring what my son has told her, I'll bet she's been doing the same with other kids; and I'll bet that if she's doing it, the other teachers are, too. Are you willing to wager your careers that I'm wrong? That my lawyer can't find other parents whose kids have been bullied? Do you really think that the School Board and district are going to back you if this goes to trial? Are your pockets deep enough to pay the jury award we're likely to get?"
The Principal paled slightly before he told Dad "It would take years for something like that to come to trial, if it ever even made it that far -" long after your son had served his suspension. Am I supposed to believe that you'd really let it go that far? And put that much money and time into it?"
Dad just laughed, and answered "I'm perfectly willing to go that far, just for me. What do you think I'm willing to do for my son? If you think I'm bluffing, try calling me!"
I didn't believe that the Principal could ever look scared -" but I saw it then. Miss Hampton was sitting in her chair real still and quiet, like she was afraid someone was going to notice her. Dad just sat there, smiling, and looking at the Principal. The Principal finally looked away and said "I don't take kindly to threats, Mr. Marshall."
Dad answered him by saying "And I don't take kindly to bullshit, Mr. Swan -" which is exactly what you've been trying to shovel at me since I got here. If this dipstick" -" Dad gestured toward Miss Hampton -" "had done her job, and you were doing yours, this entire situation would never have come up. But it has, and I'm not going to let you two incompetents push payment for your mistakes off onto Daniel. You screwed up, so it's only right that you pay the price, not him. I expect the other kid has already learned his lesson."
Several seconds went by before the Principal finally said "Very well, then. Considering the circumstances, I think we can forego punishing Daniel for what happened today. But if he gets into any more fights, I can't say that I'll be as tolerant next time."
"If he gets into another fight and you've got reasonable proof that Daniel was at fault, I won't have any problem with that. But if you don't -" "Yes, well, there's no reason to get upset about something that hasn't happened, is there? Miss Hampton, would you like to return to your classroom with Daniel now?" She just nodded her head, and quickly stood up. I knew I was going back to class with her, so I stood up, too. But before we left, I turned to Dad and said "I'm sorry for making trouble, Dad."
He looked at me for a second before he told me "Son, you didn't make trouble -" you just showed me where some trouble already was. You're not going to be punished for what happened today -" here, or at home. I told you that I don't want you to fight, and I mean it. But if someone else is doing things to you, and the adults around you won't help, I'm not going to let you be punished for protecting yourself, either. You did everything you know you're supposed to, and it isn't your fault if other people aren't doing the things they're supposed to." After that, Miss Hampton and I went back to class. I don't know how much longer Dad stayed in the Principals office; but after that, I remember that all of the teachers were real enthusiastic about watching out for kids hitting and picking on each other, and that a few kids got suspended during the rest of the year for bullying.
While we were growing up, besides each other, Sis and I both saw Mom and Dad and the others naked at different times. And like I said before, all of them were perfectly willing to answer our questions; so Sis and I pretty much grew up figuring that there wasn't anything mysterious or 'dirty' about naked people. As part of that, we also grew up learning about sex and love -" and the difference between them. Mom and Dad were the ones that told me and Sis about what would be happening to us, and our bodies, well before puberty hit either of us. I doubt anyone reading this will be surprised that at one point we were discovered comparing parts (or lack thereof). Mom and Dad didn't get upset with us; they just made sure that neither of us was forcing the other, and told us to be careful. Naturally enough, there came the point (roughly midway between our 12th and 13th birthdays) that I discovered just how much pleasure I could give myself when I had my first climax. That singularly memorable event was soon followed by a number of repeats. I didn't figure anyone else knew, but it was several days later when Dad and Mom sat me and Sis down for a little talk. They started off by saying they figured we were old enough that we had realized just how good touching ourselves could be, and that they didn't think there was anything wrong with doing that. Then they went on to say that not everybody agreed with them, so that our masturbation wasn't something that we should be talking about to just anybody. Finally, they told us that while they knew that masturbating and making ourselves feel good that way wasn't wrong, it wasn't something that we should do too much.
I hesitantly asked how much was 'too much', and Dad just smiled and answered "If it starts to hurt, or it's all you want to do, that's too much". When the conversation was over, Mom and Dad reminded us that they were going out for a little while, and wouldn't be home until later. Sis and I both told them we'd be fine; I was glad when she came into my room after they were gone -" I knew that she wanted to talk to me about what they'd said as much as I wanted to talk to her. It was years later before I figured out that they'd likely gone out just so Sis and I could talk about what they'd just said – The first thing she said was to ask me
"Do you know what that was all about?" I hesitated a bit too long, and she quickly demanded "Come on, Danny! Tell me what's going on!" I finally told her "About a week ago, I was, you know, touching myself, and it started feeling better and better. I kept doing it, and the next thing I knew, I had a, uh, a climax. It felt really great, and I've done it some more times since then. I guess Mom or Dad figured it out". It never occurred to me at the time that it was a pretty fair bet that the stained and somewhat crusty clothing that I used to wipe myself off afterwards would be noticed when laundry was done. Sis just sat there looking at me for a little bit, not understanding what I was talking about -" at least, not really. Sure, we'd been told about all this stuff -" but there's one BIG difference between hearing about it, and actually experiencing it. Heck, it wasn't until after I'd done it a few times that I made the connection between the 'climax' or 'orgasm' that I'd heard about, and what had happened. When she finally mostly understood what I'd meant, she exclaimed "You did? Really? What was it like? What happened? Can you do it any time you want? Why didn't you tell me? I've been touching myself more and more, too -" but I haven't had THAT happen, yet!" When Sis finally stopped to take a breath, I managed to tell her "Yeah, I did -" really. I can't say what it was like, just like Mom and Dad told us they couldn't describe it. Yeah, I can do it almost any time I want. I didn't say anything about it for a couple of reasons: first, because I was still learning about it; and second because you haven't talked to ME about stuff like that, much, either." She had the decency to look a little embarrassed about that last part. Growing up, the two of us had been about as open with each other about things as two people could be -" I'd proudly shown her when I started growing pubic hair, and she'd been just as happy to show me the first faint swelling of her nipples when she started developing breasts.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, that kind of sharing of information had decreased dramatically. It wasn't all her fault, of course; but when she'd demanded to know why I was keeping things from her, I'd figured it was appropriate to remind her that she hadn't been real forthcoming, either. Looking a little shame-faced, Sis told me "I guess neither one of us has been talking much, have we?" "No, not really. I miss it, sometimes." "Me, too", she replied, earnestly. The two of us sat there in silence for a few seconds before she hesitantly asked me "Uh, Danny? If I, uh, if I let you look at me, and watch while I do that, would you let me look at you, and watch you?" Since she was one of the girls that I thought about -" actually, the one I thought about the most, since I already had an idea of what she looked like -" the idea of being able to get myself off while actually looking at her was all I needed to answer "Sure, Sis".
Before I could ask her when she wanted to, or anything else, she stood up and started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. In a matter of just a couple of minutes, she was standing there nude -" unashamed, but visibly nervous as the look she gave me invited me to really look at her. And look, I did. At the straight black hair on her head that she kept trimmed to just past her shoulders, to the light brown eyes and facial structure she got from Mom. Farther down, I was pleased and surprised to see that her bust had developed more than I'd thought from seeing her in clothes: though still small because she wasn't done growing yet, her breasts were still full for her size, and capped with light brown areolas that were about the size of a quarter. From the center of each, her dime-diameter nipples extended slightly -" though as I looked at them, I could see them getting longer. The rest of her body was on the slender side of medium: there was a graceful curve to her waist and hips; her legs were long, trim, and gently curved. At the juncture of her lower belly and thighs, I could see the small dark wedge of her pubic hair. It wasn't very big, but even from where I was sitting, I could see that it was thicker than I would have thought -" though not so thick that I couldn't see the cleft of her sex, underneath it -" and obviously soft. When I looked into her eyes again, she smiled and turned around so that I could have a look at her from the back, too. There weren't the distractions that the front of her had, and it didn't take me long to decide that she had a particularly nice-looking ass: small, obviously firm globes that I decided I could be content to sit and look at for hours at a time.
I was still delighting in the sight of it when she turned around again.
When she looked at me, I simply told her "You look great, Sis!" Looking both relieved and pleased, she told me "Thanks, Danny. I've actually been a little worried about how I look, even after everything Mom and Dad and all the others have done to tell and show us that I don't have to. But you've never, ever lied to me; so if you tell me I look good, then I know that it's okay." "Honest -" you've got nothing to worry about, or be ashamed of!" I assured her, making her smile. Then it was time for me to stand up and get naked, too. While we'd been growing up, Sis and I had reached a kind of modus vivendi for the dares and deals we had with each other: if it was anything 'multi-part', then we'd 'leapfrog' in the doing of it. If there had been, say, 5 things involved, one of us would have done A. The other one would do A and B, then the first one would do B and C, followed by the second doing C and D, and so on. In this case, the deal was that both of us would let the other one look at us naked and watch us masturbate. Since she'd gotten naked first (letting me look at her), then it was my turn to reciprocate in the looking part, followed by letting her watch me bring myself to climax. Then she'd let me watch her as she pleasured herself, bringing us 'even'.
Just as it had been with her, it wasn't any big deal for me to take my clothes off in front of her -" we'd simply seen each other (along with everyone else in the household!) naked too many times. Granted, it had been a while for her and me, but it still wasn't anything major. Once I was naked, I just stood there, just as she had, letting her look me over -" including my semi-erect penis. When her eyes got to that part of me, I could swear that I saw her nipples get even longer than they already were.
I waited until she looked into my eyes before turning around, and waited as long as I figured she had before facing her again. When I looked, it was blazingly obvious that her areolas were puckered, and her nipples erect.
When I moved to the bed, she gave me a strange look and asked "What, you're going to bed now?" I grinned and told her "No, not going to bed; at least, not to sleep. I was laying down the first time it happened -" that, and I figured that if you wanted to watch, you could see better that way. You can sit wherever you want -" it's up to you." After I'd gotten myself situated, she told me "I – I think I'll get on the bed with you. I want to see better." I just nodded my agreement, and it wasn't but a few seconds later that she was sitting next to me. A few moments later, she was positioned even with my hips, facing my head. When I looked into her eyes, she blushed faintly before telling me "If you're okay with me watching you, then it's only fair that you get to see me good, too" before she leaned back to rest on one elbow, and spreading her legs. Between them, I could see that the small thatch of pubic hair I'd seen before didn't go all the way to the bottom of her cleft. In fact, it thinned out dramatically; stopping well short of where I could see the entrance to her vagina, which was bracketed by her thin inner labia. I could also see that her clitoris was starting to appear out from under its hood, and that the entrance to her womanhood was faintly glistening. A few seconds later, I began to detect a faint odor that seemed to reach its fingers up my nostrils and take over my brain; it took a little while for me to realize that it was her -" that what I was smelling was the heady aroma of aroused female.
That it was my own sister, and she was aroused because of me – that only seemed to turn me on even more; I could feel my cock getting longer and harder without my having to do anything but lie there and enjoy the sight and smell of her. Apparently, she was experiencing much the same thing: as my penis got closer and closer to full erection, I could see Sis' inner lips get a little longer and thicker, and the area between them getting even more shiny from her oils. Between the sights and smell of her increasing arousal, I didn't have the slightest hesitation about wrapping my hand around my cock and slowly stroking it. In short order, I was fully erect -" something that prompted Sis to tell me "Danny! I didn't know you could get so big!", which only added to my excitement. Even though I had the idea that that wouldn't be the last time I got to look at her naked that way, I still wanted to make the occasion special, and memorable. I quickly decided that the best way to do that was to take my time about getting myself off. So as I slowly stroked my erect penis, I was using the opportunity to try and memorize the sight she presented to distract myself from the pleasure I was giving myself. Still, there was only so much I could do to delay the inevitable: her visibly increasing arousal was adding to my own stimulation, and the aroma of the juices starting to leak out of her started me thinking about what they might taste like -" which got me started thinking about getting my head between her smooth, firm thighs and sampling it. And that thought only fanned the flames of my arousal. Sis seemed to realize what was happening, and I watched as her hand finally slipped between her legs. After dipping the tip of one of her fingers into her opening slightly, she used it to begin rubbing the small nubbin of her clitoris -" and releasing a soft moan. It wasn't long before each of us was giving the other a show such as neither of us had seen before, and feeding off of each others increasing arousal. As young and inexperienced as I was, though, there was only so much I could do to try and put off the inevitable. Try as I might to delay it, there finally came the point where I passed the point of no return; not long afterwards, I heard myself exclaim "Sis! I'm going to shoot!" I heard her reply "Yes, Danny! Do it!" -" and a few seconds later, felt myself begin having the second most intense climax of my short sexual life: the first wad of my cum nearly landed on my throat, it erupted from the end of my cock so hard. The second hit my chest only a little lower on my body; from there, the remaining jets of my semen were launched with less and less force, ending with the last few spurts coating my hand. I was amazed when I saw her suddenly freeze, then begin releasing a series of deep moans in time with the spasms I could see taking over her body. Just as it had been when I'd smelled her, it took me a few moments to realize that what I was seeing was my own sister having her first-ever orgasm; between the thoughts of being privy to watch it, and knowing that she was having it as a result of watching me – well, it was almost enough to get me hard again: I could feel my cock trying to harden, even after what I'd just experienced. With the passing of the more powerful waves of her release, Sis all but fell backwards onto my bed, gasping for air. I didn't figure she was actually having any kind of problem, but she was still my sister, and I loved her, so I quickly moved to sit up and spin around on my butt so that we were 'facing' the same way. Looking down at her, I could see that her face and shoulders had a faint blush. I watched carefully as her breathing gradually slowed, and was looking into her face when her eyes opened up.
Seeing me looking down at her seemed to give her something to focus on; after a moment, she looked into my eyes and gave me a smile such as I'd never seen before she enthusiastically declared "Oh, Danny! That was just wonderful!" Still concerned, I asked "You're okay?" The smile never left her face as she answered "Oh, I'm WAY better than just 'okay'! I just had an orgasm -" my first one ever, and it was so much better than I ever even thought it could be." I couldn't help grinning at her as I said "I kinda figured that was what happened. I didn't know what it was, at first, and I started to worry a little bit before I realized." She didn't have any kind of visible reaction to what I said; instead, she just told me "What you were doing – you know – I could see that you were getting excited, and it took me a little while to figure out that you were getting that way because you could look at me -" and that only made me more excited, too. Then I realized that you were getting that way because I was, and we were, like, HELPING each other that way. Then, when you finally squirted – I knew it was because of me, and when I got to watch it – Well, it just got me SO excited, and then all of a sudden it just hit me, and the next thing I knew, I felt so good -" My grin got even wider before I answered "Yeah, that's kind of like how it happened with me the first time. Makes you want to do it again, doesn't it?" "Oh, god, yes!" she exclaimed, before blushing slightly. A few moments later, she looked up at me again and hesitantly asked "It – it looked like you were going slow, at first, but then something happened, and I could tell that you were going faster. What changed?" Then it was my turn to blush slightly; she saw it, of course, and asked "What? What is it? Tell me!" "I, uh – I was, um – I started thinking – thinking about you." She got an expression on her face I'd never seen, and I quickly tried to explain "I was looking at you, you know, your vagina and everything, and I could see how wet you were. And I could smell it, too" -" she looked embarrassed at that, and I hurried to say "No, I liked it -" the way you smelled, I mean. It made me real excited, and it made me start to wonder -" "Wonder what?!" "Wonder if it tasted as good as it smelled", I managed to answer, then went on to say "I, uh, I started thinking about what it might be like to, um, you know – taste it."
She laid there just looking at me long enough that I was starting to get worried when she told me "I could smell myself sometimes, too. I kinda liked it, but I was afraid that was just me -" I was worried that anybody else would think it was bad. I, uh, even tasted myself, a little, one time; I kinda liked it, but I figured that tasting and smelling were pretty much the same thing. But when you tell me you liked it – well, I guess it's okay, then. Have you – have you ever -" It took me only a moment to realize what she was getting at, and I answered "Yeah, I tried it a little, like you did. It was a little salty, but that's all." A few moments went by before I asked "Would you let me taste what you're like? You can taste me, too, if you want -" It took only a second for her to smile and answer "Yeah, I'd like that!" She lifted the hand she'd had between her legs up to my face; as it got close, I could again detect the scent of her -" I readily took her by the wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, breathing in the aroma that was hers. I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue out and lick some of the abundance of her oils. In about zero seconds flat, I decided that I liked it: her juices were thin, but fresh and slightly musky. Seeing the vaguely worried expression her face, I paused long enough to give her a smile before opening my mouth and taking her entire finger inside as though it were a stick of candy. As my taste buds were reveling in the taste of her, Sis reached out to take MY hand -" the one that was pretty well coated with my jism -" and move it to her face. I watched as she tentatively stuck her tongue out and used the tip of it to collect a small blob of my semen before it disappeared into her mouth again. A second later, she smiled up at me, letting me know that she found the results of her little experiment acceptable before she went about licking my hand and fingers clean of my juices. When we were finished, both of us just grinned at each other for several seconds before she told me "I think you taste pretty good!", to which I replied "And me, you -", making both of us start to laugh. I moved to lie down next to her, and the two of us rolled over onto our sides so that we were facing each other.
Taking my hand in hers, Sis told me "Danny, what we just did – you know, looking at each other, and watching and everything – it was nice. REAL nice. Not just for the sex part of it, but for the other, too -" the being brother and sister, and being friends again. I didn't realize just how much I missed that part until you reminded me." "I missed it, too, Sis.
The sex stuff – well, that felt pretty darn good" -" she interrupted to tell me "I could tell!" with a smile -" "but it's the things like now, us laying here and holding hands and everything, that really matters to me."
The two of us laid there for several seconds, just smiling and looking at each other. As we did, I thought about how much I loved her and how pretty she was -" and finally leaned forward enough to give her a kiss on the tip of her nose. Surprised, she asked me "What was that for?" "I just wanted to let you know that I love you, Sis. Not for what we just did, or anything like that; but just because of who you are, and what you're like, inside, and everything." I could see her eyes start to get wet before she told me "And I love you, too, Danny -" for the same reasons. I remember one time, when we were still little, I heard some of your friends giving you a hard time about letting me come along when you were going to do something. You didn't fuss or argue with them, or anything -" you just kept telling them that if you went, then I got to go, too. It didn't matter to you that I was a girl, and they were your friends: I was your sister, and that was all there was to it. You guys were going off to catch frogs or something, so I said I didn't want to go; but it made me so happy and proud that you weren't going to leave me behind just because they wanted you to." With that, she leaned forward and kissed me -" but on the lips, instead of the tip of my nose, as I'd done to her. Except that her kiss wasn't just a quick peck, as mine had been. Instead, her lips stayed on mine for several seconds; long enough, in fact, that I felt myself beginning to respond to the feeling of her lips on mine, and where her body was touching me: her nipples pressing against my chest, her small pubic thatch tickling my lower belly, and her firm thighs touching mine. The last thing I wanted to do was frighten or upset her, but I couldn't help but put my arm around her. Only a moment later, she reciprocated -" then went on to gently pull me closer, something I eagerly cooperated in even as I felt my penis getting close to full erection again. I knew she could feel it, and even though I wasn't worried about it surprising or offending her, I was still surprised when I felt her lift one leg slightly and wriggle around until she'd gotten it 'trapped' between her legs and resting against her cleft. Even as that was happening, the intesity and passion of our kiss was escalating from the mild affection between siblings and toward the passionate desire that two lovers would share. With the increasing intensity of our kiss, neither of us hesitated to begin touching and caressing the other. It started with us limiting ourselves to the others back and sides, but soon reached the point where each of us had our hand on anything we could reach on the other. Just as Sis was grabbing my ass, I was discovering that hers was as smooth and firm as it had looked, and seemed to be curved to fit my hand perfectly. I was disappointed when Sis finally broke off our kiss; but that disappointment was quickly replaced with joy when I realized that she'd only moved back enough to let her get her hand on my chest: it left enough room between us that I could mirror her actions by investigating her developing mammaries. I couldn't get to both, but the one that I was able to reach was a delight. Warm under my touch, it had a spongy firmness that somehow complimented its smooth surface. I found myself fascinated by the tactile difference I could feel between the skin of her breast, her areola, and the hard nubbin of her nipple. As I gently stroked and squeezed the mound of her breast, and softly pinched and pulled on the nipple at its peak, I could feel an increase in the warmth and wetness where my erect cock was lying along the cleft of my sisters sex; and that, too, added to my increasing pleasure and excitement. Both of us were fully aroused and softly panting when I felt myself begin moving my hips so as to stroke my erect cock in the tunnel formed by the juncture of her thighs and mons. As good as it felt to my body, a part of my brain was telling me that I shouldn't be doing it: that I'd scare her, or make her think I was trying to actually get inside her, or make her angry with me, or something. But try as I might, I couldn't seem to stop myself from doing it -" it simply felt too damn good. It wasn't until Sis pushed herself away from me with the exclamation "No!
We've got to stop!" that I realized that SHE was enjoying what both of us were doing as much as I was. Embarrassed at just how far we'd gone, and what we'd been doing with each other, I laid there for a few seconds before I hesitantly told her "I – I'm sorry, Sis. I shouldn't have let things go that far, or done the things I was." She turned her head to look at me, and I could see the surprise on her face before she answered "No, Danny, it wasn't just you; it was me, too. Dammit, I liked it! Not just what I was doing to you, but what you were doing to me -" kissing, and touching, and – and even – that other part. Danny, I want to do stuff like that with you! You're my brother, and I love you, and I know that you aren't going to make me do anything I don't want to do, or don't like." Well and truly confused, I asked "Then why did you move away, and say we had to stop?"
Regretfully, she told me "Because it was too much, too soon." Seeing that I needed more explanation, she went on to say "Danny, I mean it: I do want to do stuff like that with you. I want to learn what feels good for me with you, and learn what you like, and how we can make each other feel good like that. I just don't want to do it all at one time, or in one night, is all.
I want us to go slow, and take our time so that we can really enjoy it -" not just the things we do, but the learning them, too. This should be special between us because it's US learning and doing, not because of the what we do. Danny, if it ever happens that the two of us make love, I want it to be because both of us know that it's the right time and place and thing for us -" not because both of us were horny, and got hot enough.
You understand?" When she put it that way, I did understand. While Sis got Moms looks, I was pretty sure she'd inherited Dads smarts; I got Dads appearance, but Moms brains -" and if Mom wasn't as smart as Dad, she didn't miss it by much. It usually worked out that Sis figured things out a little bit ahead of me; but once she started to explain something, I caught on to what she was saying easily enough. So when she told me why she wanted us to stop, it made perfect sense to me; and because of how close we were, it was easy enough for me to agree. While I was going through what she'd said, Sis waited patiently until I was done. I told her "Yeah, I understand what you're saying -" and you're right: it would be better if we went slower, and took our time." I couldn't resist the temptation to tease her a little bit by asking "So what do you think -stretch it out over a week, or so?" It only took her a moment to realize that I was teasing, and give me a Look -" one that I'd heard Dad call 'the Goober look', as if she was saying 'You are such a Goober!' I laughed when she did it, and it was only a second before she started laughing with me.
When both of us had calmed down again, she said "You know I meant something a little longer than that, Danny. Like a month, maybe", teasing me right back. I knew that there WAS no schedule, as such, of course: whatever intimacy that developed between us wasn't going to happen except when and if both of us were ready, without regard for anything as mundane as a calendar or clock. Remembering that Mom and Dad hadn't said just how long they were going to be gone, I lifted my head to look at my alarm clock -" and saw that nearly an hour had gone by. Sis saw what I was doing, and turned her head to look, too -" and realizing that we probably shouldn't be found the way we were, both of us sighed with the knowledge that Sis should leave my room. The funny part was that both of us did it in almost exactly at the same time, and in the same way, which made us look at each other and laugh a little. Without saying anything, both of us got off my bed and went over to where we'd left our clothes. As we got dressed again, each of us watched the other, both of us with a happy and loving smile on our faces.
In the weeks and months that followed, Sis and I gradually opened up to each other again, both in what we were willing and able to talk to each other about, and physically, as well. While it hadn't been any big deal for us to catch each other going into or coming out of the shower or tub (we shared a bathroom), our freshened intimacy made such events happen more often and last a bit longer, since we'd take the opportunity to kiss, and exchange a little friendly touching. With each session, we learned more about each others bodies. Not just the obvious things like how big or hard my penis got, or the way Sis' nipples would pucker; but what each other liked, and how we responded to different kinds of stimulation. We didn't know it at the time, but each of us was learning how to be a good lover -" to take our time, and to enjoy the discovery process without putting any kind of 'pressure' on the other one. We talked about it once, when we were older, and both of us admitted that learning what we did from each other had done wonders in making our sex lives with other people pleasant and enjoyable. There were only two things that interfered with the fun Sis and I had. The first was her menstrual cycle. That it happened didn't bother her in the slightest, as far as being ashamed or embarrassed about it -" in that respect, Mom and the others had had a positive influence. Rather, it was the fact that it was 'messy' for her that bothered Sis. Naturally enough, I didn't have a clue, but I was eventually able to convince her to help me understand by letting me look and touch and smell and all the rest when her period started one time. When I was done, I told her that I agreed with her that it was 'messy', but that there wasn't anything about it that really bothered me. She was ready to believe me once I took some of her menstrual blood and 'painted' a happy face on my chest; after that, the two of us took our first shower together, and masturbated each other to powerful releases. The second thing that got in our way was related to the first: Sis was having periods, and thus could conceivably get pregnant.
While we weren't anywhere near actually having that kind of sex with each other, that we might eventually reach that point was in both our minds. We were honest enough with each other that we talked about it a few times; being the donor and not the recipient, there wasn't a whole lot I could contribute toward finding a solution. I did offer my own thoughts on the matter -" condoms, for example -" not so much out of an interest in actually having sex with her (which, I admit, I was starting to think about), but rather to try and help her solve a problem.
Even while both of us were aware that we would possibly engage in coitus at some point, there was plenty for us to learn and do along the way.
While we started out with masturbating ourselves while the other person watched, it didn't take us long to start trying out other things, as well.