Dorsai
Eight is enough
1
As he lay in bed, 14-year-old Jeremy Whittier reflected once again how lucky he was.
With an older sister, two younger brothers, and no less than 4 younger sisters, he knew that having his own bedroom was pretty much the luck of the draw. His folks had gotten married shortly after high school, and it hadn't taken them long to have all the kids Jeremy figured any couple could want.
First had been his older sister Dawn; he'd come along just ten months after her. Eleven months later, his mom had his twin sisters Brittany and Bethany; another ten months, and Joanna was brought home. Less than a year after that, Colby and Carla made their appearance, followed just nine months later by the youngest, Tracy.
It wasn't until he got old enough to understand all the stuff his folks had taught him about how babies were made that he really understood why Mom and Dad thought it was so funny when they talked about deciding that Dad needed to get 'fixed' after Tracy had been born.
With his folks only having high school diplomas, that meant that both of them had to work to support such a big family. They still managed to make enough to meet the needs of so many kids, and even somehow spent enough time at home that Jeremy knew that both of them loved him and his siblings. Even so, Jeremy and Dawn – as the oldest – were called on to watch out for and take care of all the rest a lot of the time. From the time he spent at various friends houses, Jeremy knew that he and Dawn and all the rest got along a LOT better than most sets of brothers and sisters. It wasn't perfect (not by a LONG shot!), but definitely better; still, if he or Dawn 'got' something on the other, neither was afraid to use (but not ABuse) it to their advantage. He could only figure that it was because there were so many of them, and that they were all so close in age: Dawn had turned fifteen a few months before; the rest of them were spaced in almost yearly increments behind her – Jeremy at 14, Brittany and Bethany were 13, Joana was 12, Colby and Carla at 11, with Tracy recently turning a precocious 10.
While thinking about all of that, Jeremy felt a little bladder pressure that told him he'd forgotten to visit the bathroom before he went to bed. Well, with eight kids sharing just one bathroom (his folks had their own, accessed from their bedroom), it was easy enough to do – and easy enough to correct, now that everyone had been in bed for half an hour; even longer in the case of Colby, Carla, and Tracy.
Throwing the covers back, Jeremy got out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom wearing only the undershorts that he wore to bed; with so many kids in the house, they simply didn't have the time for any false modesty – or, truth be told, the money for all those bathrobes.
As he got close to the bathroom door, Jeremy saw that Dawn had failed to get her bedroom door to latch shut. The door frame was a trifle warped (something his Dad kept meaning to fix, but never quite got to), so the door had to be pushed hard to get it to latch. That same warpage would cause the door to open perhaps a inch or so. Not enough to deny Dawn any visual privacy, but certainly enough to let sound through. And that was just what Jeremy discovered happening when he got close enough: what first sounded like Dawn was suffering a stomach-ache, or some other malady. But when he stopped and listened to it again, it didn't take Jeremy long to realize that although the noise had first sounded like Dawn was in pain, it now sounded like maybe it was something else. When he heard it for a third time, it was different enough that Jeremy figured that he should maybe find out just what was causing Dawn to make those noises.
Easing the door open a little farther, Jeremy was able to stick his head into her room – and what he saw left him stunned and speechless: Dawn way laying stark naked on top of her bed covers, one hand squeezing one of her breasts while the other was busy between her spread thighs!
Though he'd discovered the pleasures of masturbation many months before, it still took him a minute to realize that what Dawn was doing was the girl version of what HE did. And with that understanding, there wasn't a damn thing he could have done to prevent his cock from tenting the front of his shorts! Even while his mind was reconciling the differences between what he did and what Dawn was doing, his eyes were taking in the view his older sister was presenting to him: her medium-sized breasts with small, dark areolas and nipples and the dark wedge of hair where her fingers were busily dancing at the top of her readily visible cleft. Jeremy could only stand there, mesmerized by the sight, as Dawn continued to pleasure herself.
It was only when he heard her release a soft groan and saw her body arch off the bed that Jeremy realized that she'd found the release she was after – and that with nothing to 'distract' her, she'd easily spot him looking at her. He quickly pulled his head back and closed the door – slowly and gently pulling the doorknob enough that it latched. Then it was a quick dash to the bathroom for him, where it took him only a minute to find his own sexual release. When his cock has softened enough, he was able to angle it down and relieve the pressure in his bladder. He waited a couple of minutes before flushing the toilet so that Dawn would think she'd finished before he came down the hall; then it was back to his bedroom – where he had to jerk off again before he was relaxed enough to think about being able to get to sleep.
Jeremy was distracted all the next day as he thought about what he might be able to do to not only try and get another chance to see Dawns body, but watch her touching herself again. His preoccupation with what he'd seen the night before did cause him simultaneous problems for nearly the entire day, though: not only did all of his teachers have to keep after him to pay attention in class, but he spent virtually the entire day with a raging hard-on and no chance to DO anything about it.
After school let out, and he'd gotten home, he hurried to his room to deal with the more personal of the problems that had plagued him all day. It was after he'd closed the door to his room (and locked it, after what had happened when Dawn forgot!) that he had a sudden bit of inspiration: if he was worried about being caught in the middle of masturbating, maybe he'd have the control he wanted over Dawn if he threatened to tell their parents – or maybe even her friends and the people she knew!
With that thought, the rest of his mind went into full production, giving him all the memories and fantasy fodder he needed to bring himself to a climax that left him all but breathless…
Having taken care of his most pressing need, Jeremy quickly took care of the household chores that he had so that he could find a spot to wait until Dawn got home. The younger kids usually spent varying amounts of time with friends, but knew to be home before supper, which was something that Jeremy and Dawn were generally responsible for getting ready. Sometimes it was reheating or repackaging leftovers from something their Mom had made, other times, it was simply a case of preparing a frozen meal for everyone. Either way, he could count on Dawn getting home well before supper… and that would give him the chance to put his plan into action.
It was a little over half an hour before supper when Jeremy heard what could only be Dawn coming in the back door of the house; the other kids had already gotten home, and were either doing their own chores, or upstairs taking care of any homework they had. When she called out his name, Jeremy readily answered his sister before getting up and going into the kitchen. The two of them didn't have any trouble figuring out what to make for supper; the previous night had seen and end to the leftovers, so they opted for frozen lasagna, garlic toast, and salads for everyone. Once they'd started the lasagna cooking, Jeremy told his sister "Dawn, could you come to my room after supper? There's something I need to talk to you about."
Unconcerned, she asked "What is it?"
It was when Jeremy answered "It's about last night, after we were all in bed. I was on my way to the bathroom, and, well, I heard and saw something in your room that I think we need to talk about."
On hearing that, Dawn turned almost paper white before nearly cutting her finger while slicing bread for the toast. She turned to look at him, and it was all Jeremy could do to keep a solemn expression on his face, instead of showing the delight and anticipation he felt on seeing her reaction.
"When… What was it?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about. I don't think it's something we should talk about here or now, not with it being supper pretty soon, and somebody maybe coming in while we're talking."
Dawn managed a shaky nod of her head, and he could hear the nervousness in her voice when she said "Uh, yeah, that's probably a good idea."
After that, Jeremy pretty much had to take charge of getting supper ready: after Dawn absently buttered the same piece of bread three times, Jeremy decided that he'd better be the one to put the garlic salt on it – at least, if there was any hope of anyone being able to actually eat it.
Once everything was ready, all of them sat down to eat. The other kids noticed how quiet Dawn was, but nothing more; with her locked deep in her own thoughts, it fell to Jeremy to maintain what little discipline was necessary at the table. Afterwards, the other kids readily tended to their assigned jobs: it being their turn, Brittany, Joanna, and Colby took care of putting away any leftovers (after setting aside meals for their parents), clearing the table, and doing the dishes. The next night it would be up to Bethany, Carla, and Tracy to do it. Jeremy had once heard his parents tell another couple "We have a dishwasher, garbage disposal, and all of the labor-saving appliances we'll ever need. Eight of them, in fact!", followed by the other couples laughter.
After leaving the table, Jeremy headed straight for his room and got started on his homework; he wasn't sure if Dawn would hurry to him to find out what he knew, or if she'd put it off as long as possible so as not to hear it any sooner than necessary.
He got the answer when perhaps fifteen minutes later, he heard a soft knock on his door, and Dawn's hesitant "Jeremy?"
"Come on in, Dawn", he responded, before marking his place in his History book and closing it. As he was doing that, he heard the door open, and his sister come in; turning, he watched as she carefully made sure the door was latched, then resignedly came the rest of the way into his room and took a seat on the edge of his bed. She was able to give him only the briefest of glances before lowering her head and staring at the floor.
In a barely audible voice, he heard her ask "What was it you heard and saw last night that you want to talk to me about?"
"I think you already know, Dawn. I got up to go to the bathroom, but when I got down by the door, I heard a noise. I didn't know what it was, but when it happened again, I looked around and saw that your door wasn't closed all the way. After I heard the noise again, I was worried about you, and opened your door enough to see if you were okay."
On hearing that, Dawn blushed furiously as Jeremy continued "Do I have to tell you what I saw?"
Still blushing, Dawn quietly shook her head before he went on "Now, I'd never say anything directly to anyone about it, but there's always the chance that something I said accidentally might get people thinking and talking."
Dawn turned paste white again as Jeremy continued "Of course, I'd be a LOT more careful about what I said, if I had some reason to."
Dawn knew that he was offering her the chance to make some kind of deal with him so that he'd stay quiet about seeing her getting herself off – and also knew, just as certainly, that whatever it was that he wanted, she'd have to 'pay' it if she didn't want absolutely everybody knowing (or even thinking) what she'd been doing. Though Jeremy couldn't know, she was experiencing all kinds of emotions and thoughts as she sat there: wildly hoping that all he'd want would be for her to mow the lawn for him several times (as she'd had to do after breaking their parent's wedding photo frame); afraid that he really would tell people what he'd seen (she didn't think he would, but…); all but dying of embarrassment (and, curiously, also feeling very aroused) that he had seen her; and swearing (yet knowing it was an oath she couldn't keep) that she'd never touch herself that way again. Her mind kept going around in circles, but she was also keenly aware of the silence hanging in the air while Jeremy waited for her to respond. Finally, there was nothing left but for her to quietly ask "Wh… what do you think would be a good reason?" – and hope that the answer wasn't too bad.
After letting the tension build for several seconds, Jeremy answered "Well, you know, Sis, I actually kinda liked what I saw – all of it. So if I could see it again when I wanted to, then I'd have a real good reason to be careful, so I could keep seeing it."
The first thing to connect with Dawns mind was that Jeremy said he liked what he saw. Right on the heels of that, the 'all of it' bit connected. Those two things again got her mind going around in circles: he wasn't grossed out or disgusted by what he'd seen her doing, and he didn't think she was a slut, or sick, or something. And not only that, but it sure sounded as though he was saying he liked the way she looked, too! Sure, he was her brother and kind of a toad sometimes, but it still made her feel good to know that at least one guy thought she had a nice body…
It was nearly half a minute before her conscious mind finally took in the last part of what he'd said; it took nearly as long before she was able to fully process it. When she did, though, she immediately raised her head and emphatically declared "No way, Jeremy!"
"Before you say 'no', Sis, you better think about it some more. What happens if I accidentally say something to somebody at school, and they start thinking that you play with yourself so much that your own brother caught you at it? What d'you think your friends would say if THEY found out? Would you want Mom or Dad hearing about it?"
The first two possibilities had plainly shaken her, but it was the idea of one or both of their parents finding out that got her thinking that maybe what Jeremy wanted wasn't really all that much, or so bad. After all, he'd already seen; and hadn't he said that he liked it? Besides, if he started looking at HER, then maybe she could turn it around and threaten to tell on him for looking…
With the possibility of maybe having a way out of the deal, Dawn figured that she still needed to pretend to be 'fighting' it, so that Jeremy didn't figure she was up to something, and come up with something else – maybe even worse! – for her to do, instead. After a bit, she managed to fake being resigned to her fate, and mildly angry, when she finally told him "Okay, Jeremy, I'll do it. But not when there's any chance someone will see us, or find out! It's just you and me, all alone!"
Having gotten what he wanted, Jeremy knew that agreeing with her conditions (which he'd have wanted, too) would make it easier and more certain that she'd actually do what he wanted when the time came. So he didn't hesitate to tell her "Of course, Sis, if that's what you want."
The two of them sat in silence for several seconds before Dawn asked "Is that it? I can go now?"
"I think so – as soon as we seal the deal."
There was no mistaking the suspicion in Dawns voice when she asked "What do you mean, 'seal the deal'?"
"I mean that before you leave, I think you should do something to let me know that you'll keep your end of things. I mean, once you start, then I'll have every reason in the world to keep MY word."
As much as she was loathe to admit it, Dawn could understand what he was saying, and had to agree that he had a point. Still, she wasn't about to just flop down on his bed and start rubbing herself right then and there!
"What do you want, then?", she asked, cautiously.
Knowing not to push things, Jeremy suggested "How about if you just take your clothes off and let me look at you? No touching, or anything, just looking… for 5 minutes?"
"Okay – but for 3 minutes, and you don't get to look while I'm taking stuff off or putting it on."
"Three minutes, but I still get to look while you put stuff back on. I know you're gonna hurry that part, so it isn't going to be that much more."
Reluctantly, Dawn agreed "Okay, three minutes, from the time I tell you it's okay to look. And yes, I'll wait until I'm completely naked before I tell you to turn around!" Dawn would never admit it to anyone else, and could barely admit it even to herself, but the idea of having her brother looking at her while she was naked actually made her feel kind of… sexy. She could already feel herself starting to get that empty feeling between her legs, and her nipples starting to get hard.
Jeremy signaled that it was time to get things started by making a show of swiveling around in his chair so that his back was toward her. That done, there was nothing for her to do but what she'd said she would: standing up, Dawn managed to shed herself of her shoes, skirt, blouse, bra, and panties in fairly short order – despite the shaking of her hands and nervousness she felt. When all she was wearing was an assortment of goosebumps, she managed to tell Jeremy "Okay, you can look."
First thing Jeremy did was ostentatiously look at his watch and announce the time, down to the second. Not wanting to seem overeager, he then reversed his position only as fast as he'd turned around in the first place. The sight that waited for him had his cock stretching his jeans and his heart hammering in his chest.
Dawn was standing there in front of him in all of her naked glory; from the crown of her head to her feet, there wasn't a single thing to interfere with the view he had. Her long, black hair was tucked behind her shell-like ears and hanging down her back – leaving her breasts (each about the size of half a softball, he judged) exposed. Capping each breast was a small dark nipple about as big around as a wooden pencil, set in an equally dark circle of flesh that was probably a little under an inch in diameter. Even as he was looking at them, he thought he could see her nipples get a little longer, and the area around them pucker slightly. Her belly was mostly flat, but with the little bit of a paunch that he figured she had because of all her 'stuff' being on the inside. At the apex between her legs – which seemed to go on forever – she had a small wedge of hair as dark as what was on her head. It didn't seem to be quite as thick, though, since he could just make out the skin underneath it. There was a distinct gap between her thighs, immediately below her sex, and Jeremy could see a slight part in her pubic hair where he knew the cleft of her sex was.
Reluctantly, he made a quick check of the time, and was surprised to see that two of his allotted three minutes had gone by. Wanting to get a look at the rest of her, too, he gestured that Dawn should turn around. She didn't look happy about it, but didn't argue the matter, either. When she was facing away from him, it was all Jeremy could do to keep his promise of 'no touching': more than anything, he wanted to be able to get his hands on the round, tight globes of his sisters ass. It was, quite simply, a work of art. He did his best to memorize the sight of it in what little time he had left.
Another check of his watch told him that he had only a few seconds left; rather than quibble and get things off on the wrong foot, he simply announced the time again and told Dawn she could get dressed again. Though she was visibly surprised that he hadn't insisted on the full three minutes, she didn't hesitate to start getting her clothes off his bed and get dressed again. As she did, she unwittingly gave Jeremy a little show that MORE than made up for those few seconds. When she was ready to leave, she managed to sound resigned to her fate when she asked him "Okay, Jeremy: when's the next time?"
For his part, Jeremy managed to look and sound calm when he told her "Remember that I said I liked ALL of what I saw; so why don't you let me know when you want to… go again."
Dawn was considerably relieved when Jeremy found a relatively nice way of saying he wanted to wait until he could watch her rub herself off the next time. Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded her understanding and agreement, and left, closing the door to his room behind her.
The sound of the door latching had barely faded before Jeremy was standing up and fighting to get his erect cock out from the confines of his jeans and undershorts. And it WAS a fight, since the damned thing seemed to be made of steel and twice as long as he could remember it being; it didn't seem like he was ever going to be able to get it free!
Once he had it out, though, he didn't turn loose of it; it wasn't but a couple of seconds before his hand was sliding up and down the shaft, rolling his foreskin over the crown as he quickly and easily moved himself toward release while his mind was filled with the image of his sister as she'd stood nude in front of him.
It was a matter of just a minute before he felt his balls pull up, and a few seconds later, the indescribable pleasure of the start of his climax. With the vision of his sisters ass before him, he felt his cum erupting from him harder than he could remember as he continued stroking himself. Only when he'd worked the residue of his semen into a sticky foam did he finally release his hold on himself and use a dirty T-shirt to clean himself off.
After their deal had been reached, it took several days before Dawn and Jeremy were back to treating each other as they had before – for the most part. There was still their shared experience and their new relationship between them, and neither of them could forget any of it. While Jeremy found the whole thing far more stimulating and satisfying than he'd ever expected, Dawns reaction was considerably more subdued: she continued to be embarrassed and ashamed of Jeremy having seen her touching herself, but those feelings were gradually being replaced by an awareness (and appreciation) of how Jeremy would look at her in an entirely new way. It was several days before she even began to feel the physical sensations of an increasing desire. She managed to push those feelings away as best she could, but her young and growing body slowly became more and more insistent that she give it the release that it increasingly demanded.
It occurred to her that she might have been able to give in to her needs without saying anything to Jeremy, but she had unconsciously convinced herself that he would somehow find out – and promptly spill the secret of her desires to all kinds of people, including her parents. So it was only when she didn't think she could stand it any longer that she finally told Jeremy one evening before supper "I'm going to be coming straight home from school tomorrow. There's, uh, something I want to do, if you want to be here, too." She was willing to keep her part of the bargain by telling him, but she was damned if she was going to schedule it to suit him! If he wanted to see, it was up to him to get there.
Jeremy hid his delight at what she had to say, simply telling her "Okay. I'll be here." – and watching her blush faintly.
The next day, Jeremy managed to keep himself under control… but the anticipation of the show he was going to get made it very, very close call. He managed to beg off hanging out with any of his friends by claiming something important he had to do at home ("If they only knew!" he thought to himself). Dawns high school was half as far from their home as his middle school, but he still got home just barely after Dawn: as he was coming in the front door, she was going up the stairs toward their bedrooms. He saw her face fall a bit when she saw that it was him, but she didn't do or say anything to indicate she was going to back out. Instead, she simply waited for him at the top of the stairs, and when he got close enough, she asked him "You wanted this, Jeremy, so it's up to you to tell me how we do it."
"Your room. We can hear if anyone comes home, and I can duck into the bathroom before anyone can see me."
Dawn had hoped (though she knew she knew better) that he wouldn't have thought it through, but when he told her his solution, she had to admit that it was a pretty good one. Now that she was faced with actually letting Jeremy watch her as she masturbated, Dawn found that the desire and arousal she was feeling were considerably larger than the embarrassment she felt about it. Turning, she led the way the short distance down the hall to the door to her room, and then inside. When Jeremy was inside, too, she carefully pushed the door shut, listening to make sure that it latched – and then giving it a small tug, just to make sure.
Turning around, she saw that her brother had already gotten himself situated in her chair; when she looked at him, he answered the implied question by saying "I said I liked what I saw, and that I wanted to see you and watch you; and that's all I'm going to do: just sit here and look and watch. I figure it'll be easier and better for you if I don't say or do anything to… distract you while you're, um, busy. I think you're pretty and really sexy, and I'd like to be able to look at you again before… you know. But that wasn't part of the deal, so if you don't want to let me do that, I won't complain."
Dawn was considerably relieved that all he was going to do was just sit there, and not do anything else. Even more, she was surprised (and even more than a little flattered) when he said he thought she was pretty and sexy. It was only while she was on her way home that she'd admitted to herself that having him seeing her naked, and watching as she got herself off, made her excited. She considered it for a few moments, and finally decided that if he was going to watch her while she played with herself, then letting him just look at her while she was naked wasn't that big of a deal, and told him "If you want to look it me, that's okay. You can even watch while I take my clothes off, and I'll kind of 'model' for you for a little bit before I… do the other part. I suppose you'll want to look closer, so I guess it's okay if you scoot a little closer – but you stay in the chair, and no touching, right?"
Jeremy didn't hesitate to agree, and Dawn seemed willing to accept his assurance. After a few awkward seconds, she decided that she might as well get on with it – both to get it over with, and because she could again feel the desire in her loins building. With a conscious effort to ignore Jeremy's presence, she quietly went about ridding herself of her school clothes; when she stood up after sliding her panties down her legs, she could feel the air currents in the room caressing her nipples, making her breasts feel tight even as her nipples erected. Between her thighs, she began to get the 'hollow' feeling that she'd come to recognize as her need to pleasure herself. Keeping her promise to Jeremy, she went over to stand in front of him for several seconds before slowly going through a number of different poses she'd seen in magazine ads. Deciding to tease herself a little bit by letting the desire and tension build in her body, she gave Jeremy plenty of time to look her over (front and back) before finally moving to lie on her bed so that she was 'facing' the chair where Jeremy was seated.
Closing her eyes so that she couldn't see her brother, Dawn began softly caressing herself, and imagining that the touches were from the hunky guy that was in her Civics class. It was pretty slow going at first, because she couldn't help remembering that her own brother had his butt planted in her chair, and was watching everything she did. But she finally managed to get the focus and concentration she needed, and was able to start getting the results she was after…
Not wanting to screw up a good thing, Jeremy was absolutely committed to keeping his word about staying in the chair, not touching Dawn; and generally being as agreeable and understanding as he could – consistent with getting what he wanted, of course. Watching as Dawn took her clothes off was even more 'interesting' than when he'd gotten to watch her put them on; and that little show she put on for him afterwards was almost more than he could stand: he could see how tight her tits were, and watched as her nipples slowly got longer and harder, and the areas around them puckered up. A few times, he could have sworn that he saw the area between her thighs, and even one or both of her inner pussy lips! Then, when she'd turned around and struck some of those other poses, it was all he could do to keep from leaning forward and grabbing a double handful of his sisters tight little ass and hanging on for dear life.
But absolutely nothing prepared him for what happened once she got onto the bed and laid down: the way her legs were slightly spread, he didn't have any trouble seeing between them, and the small, thin lips that he knew bracketed the entrance to her vagina. He could also see that the dark cloud of her bush quickly faded out about halfway down the cleft of her sex. He could tell that she was having some trouble getting started, and knew that the problem was his presence; since he was there precisely because he wanted to be able to watch her get herself off, he figured the only thing he could do was to simply sit quietly and hope that she'd eventually be able to forget about him.
It took a little while, but that was just what finally seemed to happen: as he looked on, Dawn slowly became more and more excited as she slowly and softly played with her own tits, and caressed herself, and even briefly sucked on some of her own fingers. Several minutes into things, he began to detect a faint odor – slightly musky, but also somehow spicy and sweet, too, and most definitely pleasant. Another couple of minutes, and he was able to tell that it was coming from Dawn; and more specifically, her pussy: looking closely, he could see that her inner lips had not only gotten a little thicker and darker, but separated some, too – and that the area between them was faintly glistening. It took him only a few moments to connect the smell he'd noticed with that sight, and understand that what he was seeing and smelling was some kind of overflow of her woman's juices. Though he knew not to do it then, or even any time soon, he still resolved that he'd get the chance to find out for certain just what they were all about!
Even as Jeremy was taking note of the physical changes that were happening as his sister got more and more excited, he realized that she was also starting to move a little more, and sometime softly making noises like the ones he'd heard the first time he'd watched her. Though he hadn't thought it possible, he felt his cock getting even harder inside the tight confines of his pants…
Able to concentrate on what she needed and wanted to do, Dawn was quickly and easily able to bring herself the kind of pleasure and stimulation that she needed to become more and more aroused and get closer to the release that she simply had to have.
While one hand was kept busy at her breasts, softly stroking and squeezing them and pinching and pulling on her nipples, the other was just as occupied between her thighs: still a virgin, she wasn't putting her fingers inside herself, but she damn well wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to use them to tease her opening. Using the ample lubrication her body was providing, she was also teasing and rubbing her clitoris. Without realizing it, she had started making all manner of small noises of pleasure and arousal – softly at first, but as her excitement increased, so did the volume of the sounds. She was also beginning to arch her hips up off the bed – and unwittingly pulled her legs up and spread them.
Jeremy was amazed when he realized how much Dawn was actually getting into what she was doing; he wasn't all that sure that he could have gotten himself erect if he'd had someone watching (and waiting for!) him to masturbate. Then when he saw her legs move and spread, he became fascinated with the show she was giving him: the way her inner lips grew darker and thicker, separating more and more and making visible the wetness between them; the intermittent flashes of her clitoris between her shiny fingertips; and how her face and shoulders had developed a kind of blush as her excitement had increased. Though his only knowledge about how a female climaxed was the single brief exposure he'd gotten from Dawn before, Jeremy somehow knew that Dawn was getting close. Inside his pants, his cock was harder than he'd ever thought it even could get, and he was as excited as he'd ever felt – and he hadn't even touched himself yet!
Dawn was almost there when a noise penetrated the fantasy she was having about the hunk from school; it took only the tiniest fraction of a second for her to remember where she was and what she was doing – as well as why, and who was watching her. With the sudden recollection that Jeremy was sitting in her chair looking at her and watching as she touched herself… well, it hit her in a way that she really didn't expect: rather than completely ruining things, it served to push her into an orgasm that was stronger than she'd even hoped for. Arching her hips off the bed, her entire body froze as the first wave of an incredibly powerful release overwhelmed her.
Jeremy had leaned forward so he could see what Dawn was doing a little better (and the area between her thighs, of course) when she suddenly lifted her hips and made a soft groaning noise. As his ears were taking in the sound she was making, he saw as the area between her vaginal lips get even wetter as her opening began a slight clenching. Despite the fact that he hadn't done anything to stimulate himself, Jeremy felt himself starting to have his own climax; it wasn't but a couple of seconds before he started emptying his balls into his undershorts. The power and pleasure of it was great enough that he couldn't help not only sitting up, but going on to lean back as he flooded his briefs with his teenage cum. The force of the jets of semen he was spraying had him almost passing out; and when they finally ended, he began gasping – and realized that he'd been holding his breath since the beginning. It was a few seconds longer before it occurred to him to look and see what, if anything, Dawn was doing. He was relieved to see that she was apparently still recovering from what she'd been through: her hips were back on the bed, her hand wasn't moving in her crotch, and her chest was heaving as she tried to get her breath back, too.
Panting, Dawn lay there stunned in surprise at the orgasm she'd just experienced. Starting out, she hadn't been all that certain that she wouldn't have to pretend to have one just to get rid of Jeremy, she'd been so nervous. Then to have her fantasy interrupted by him, only to have that happen to her… it was almost more than she could comprehend. Then when she remembered what had triggered it, she couldn't help feeling ashamed, and more than a little embarrassment: to think that she'd actually gotten off just from thinking about Jeremy looking at her and watching her! She felt herself blushing furiously, and carefully and slowly eased her hand from between her thighs. It was a couple of seconds after she'd accomplished that goal before she realized that she hadn't moved her legs yet, and that she must still be giving her brother a damn good look at her. Keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to look at him, she moved her legs back together with considerable casualness.
After she'd caught her breath, she waited as long as she could – less from embarrassment than simply not wanting to have to look at Jeremy – before forcing herself to open her eyes and sit up again. When she did, she saw that Jeremy looked to be more than a little flushed, but was sitting back in her chair, apparently as calm as could be. She couldn't help blushing slightly before she somewhat defiantly asked him "Is that what you wanted to see, Jeremy?"
"Uh, yeah, that was great, Sis. I'll, um, go now, so you can, you know, get dressed or whatever." he answered before quickly standing and rapidly heading for the door to her room. He was almost gone when he stuck his head back in and told her "I hope it won't be so long before we can do this again." before pulling her door shut.
Only with the infusion of fresh air caused by Jeremy's departure did Dawn realize that there was a distinct smell in her room – one that she was all too familiar with. The knowledge that her brother had undoubtedly smelled it, too, mortified her. But she knew that as long as she had to have orgasms in front of her perv brother, there wasn't anything she could do about it. Resigned to that fact, she decided that she'd better at least clear the smell out of her room. After she'd gotten up and opened the windows, she decided that she'd better get it off herself, too, and gathered her clothes to take into the bathroom. There, she quickly got herself wiped off with a damp washcloth (which she rinsed twice to make sure there wasn't any lingering smell) before getting dressed again. When she left the bathroom, she saw that Jeremy's door was closed. Relieved that she wouldn't have to face him again for a while, she quickly returned to her own room where she was glad to discover that her smell had dissipated almost completely. It took her only a moment to decide to light one of the scented candles she kept in her room while she went ahead and did her homework…
When his sister had sat up on her bed, Jeremy still hadn't completely recovered from the climax he'd had: even though his cock wasn't fully erect any more, it still felt full and heavy in his pants. And unless he was gravely mistaken, his cum was starting to soak his undershorts; that thought was quickly followed by the understanding that if his shorts were getting wet, there was a pretty darn good chance it was going to soak through to his jeans, too – and he sure didn't want Dawn seeing that!
Rather than wait for the problem – and he was sure that it was one by then – to get any worse, Jeremy decided to try and make his sister believe that he was trying to be considerate of her by not hanging around after she was done. Putting his plan into action, he was halfway through the door when the air in the hall made him remember what Dawns room had smelled like. Hiding his lower body behind her door, he stuck his head back in her room to sample her aroma again and said something (he didn't remember what it was) to cover what he was doing before making his exit. Once in his own room, it didn't take long for him to rid himself of his pants (with a small, but distinct wet spot on the front) and almost sodden undershorts. It was when he heard Dawn go into the bathroom, and the water start, that he realized that she was cleaning herself off. THAT thought brought forth the image of her standing there naked and washing her juices off her pussy – which in turn brought back the memory of just what her juices had smelled like. In turn, that had his cock standing at attention again in a matter of just a few seconds, which was soon followed by Jeremy stroking himself to a quick, easy, and powerful climax.
He was still breathing a little rapidly when he heard the bathroom door open again, followed by the sound of Dawn firmly closing her door. Checking his watch, Jeremy saw that he still had some time before any of his brothers or sisters were likely to get home, and quickly opted to follow Dawns example. Except that he figured he'd better change into fresh shorts and a clean (and dry!) pair of jeans.
Dawn was sitting at her desk, trying to keep her focus on her Algebra homework (and failing miserably) when she heard the bathroom door close – then the sound of water running in the sink. It took several seconds of wondering why Jeremy had gone in there so soon before it hit her: the little perv either had masturbated in his room, or was doing it there in the bathroom! That understanding caused a variety of thoughts and feelings to course through her: mild revulsion that he was using her to feed his disgusting fantasies, faint amusement that he had to do it so soon after watching her, vague arousal (which her mind was careful to gloss over) that he found her arousing that way, and a slight curiosity about how he was doing (or did) it – of course, she knew how boys were different from girls there, and the few sex ed classes she'd had a school told her boys released some kind of fluid that actually got the girl pregnant, so she had some idea of what probably happened. It was, however, the reality of the matter that she was curious about: just exactly how did a guy make himself climax? What did his 'stuff' look like? What did it look like when he had a climax? How much of his stuff was there? How was it different that the juices she had?
Dawn was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't hear when Jeremy left the bathroom; the next thing she knew, Joana was knocking on her door to tell her that supper was ready…