Dorsai

The Second Generation

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.

Our first discovery was that as nice as it felt when we touched ourselves, it was even better when the other one did it for us: Sis' smaller, softer hand felt better on my cock than my own did; and she wasn't afraid to tell me that my fingers between her thighs and hands on her breasts pleased her, too. After our mutual masturbation sessions, both of us delighted in sampling the others sexual secretions -" which eventually led us to try sampling them directly from the source – Mom worked with Dad at his engineering business. Sometimes they had to work late, or go in on a Saturday, to stay on schedule; but whenever Sis or I had some after-school thing going on like a part in a class play or some sporting event, one or both of them was always there. But this particular day, neither one of us had anything like that going on, so Mom and Dad had gone in to finish up some project they were working on, leaving me and Sis home alone. After we'd finished our chores -" we were charged with general cleaning; which one of us did what was left up to us -" the two of us were sitting in the family room watching some nature program on TV when they showed a short clip of two animals mating. At that age, I was capable of sprouting an erection when anything even vaguely erotic or stimulating happened, so that brief scene on the TV soon had me tenting the front of the pants I was wearing. I looked over at Sis, and was mildly surprised to see that it must have had a similar affect on her, since I could see where her nipples were slightly denting the light shirt she was wearing (without a bra, further adding to my arousal). Her eyes shifted to look at me, and she must have known what I was looking at because her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants. I dragged my eyes up to her face, and saw that she was smiling. When she saw that she had my attention, her smile got bigger before she said "It looks like you liked that as much as I did. What do you say we help each other out?" The sudden increase in the bulging of my pants was all the answer she needed, and she quickly stood up and took her shirt off. Holding it in her hand, she started walking toward me, saying "Come on -" let's go to my room -" That was all the encouragement I needed, and I quickly moved to follow her toward her room -" and delighting in the way her ass moved as her long, trim legs moved us along.

Once we were in her room, she tossed her shirt off to one side before turning around to face me. When I didn't immediately start taking my clothes off, she got a grin on her face and reached for the waistband on the shorts she was wearing -" knowing that I wanted to watch her undress before I did the same for her. When her shorts, then panties, joined the shirt she'd been wearing, she raised her arms over her head and did a pirouette for me before moving to lie down on her bed. I quickly shed my shirt, but took my time about getting my pants and undershorts off so as to give her a little bit of a 'show'. I knew that it was having the desired effect when I saw the peaks of her breasts pucker, and her nipples erect even more. When I was as naked as she was, I stood at the foot of her bed and looked at her for a few moments to take in the sight of her. Knowing what I was doing, she grinned and raised her arms over her head again, stretching herself out and spreading her legs slightly to give me a good view before asking "See anything you like?" I didn't have any hesitation about answering "Oh, yeah!", making her laugh, before I moved to lie on my side next to her. Propping myself up on my elbow, I put my hand on her belly before lowering my head to give her a small kiss. When our lips parted, I looked into her eyes as I told her "Sis, as nice as it is doing stuff like this with you, what really matters to me is that it's you I'm doing it with -" because you're my sister, and I love you." "And I love you, too, Danny; and that's why it's special to me, too" she answered, clearly pleased by what I'd said. I lowered my head to kiss her again, and as our tongues started playing with each other, I slid my hand up her body to cup her breast and start teasing its nipple with my thumb. She released a soft moan into my mouth in response before her hand found my mostly-erect penis. Her cool, soft fingers soon had me completely hard, just as I could tell that my actions had accomplished much the same thing with the nipple I'd been playing with. I wanted Sis to be as excited as I felt, and to get as much pleasure as I did from our intimacy. So as our kisses increased in intensity and duration, I moved my hand to her other breast and gave it the same treatment as I had the first; gently squeezing and caressing it, lightly running my fingertips along its surface, and softly pinching and pulling on its nipple. It wasn't long before I felt her pressing it into my hand as she began to writhe next to me in her increasing arousal.

Knowing that I was having the desired effect, I pulled my lips away from hers so that I could put them to better use: on the small mounds of her developing mammaries. Sis and I had been born about a minute apart -" her first -" but for some reason, puberty hit her a little later than it did me. As a result, she wasn't quite as developed as she might have been: her pubic hair was less developed than mine, and her breasts were barely enough to fill my cupped hands. But what they lacked in size, they more than made up for in quality: what I thought was a perfect mix of soft and firm, smooth, nicely rounded, and warm to my touch; and small, dark areolas that weren't much larger than her nipples, which stuck out maybe half an inch when they were fully erect. So it was a pleasure for me to be able to fasten my lips around the peak of the breast that I'd touched first, and gently suck on it until the nipple was again fully extended. While I was doing that, I wasn't letting my free hand slack off, either: I slowly caressed Sis' belly lower and lower until I felt my fingertips reach the edge of her pubic thatch. Her hair there wasn't as developed as mine, but that was just fine as far as I was concerned; it meant that along with enjoying how soft it was (like the fur on a cats belly), I could still feel the soft warmth of her mons, too. And even better, I could feel the cleft of her sex, and easily find the entrance to her womanhood. I knew she was a virgin, and I wasn't about to try getting one of my fingers in her; but that didn't mean that I couldn't tease her opening, and delight in the heat that seemed to radiate from her, and the aromatic liquid that she produced.

I'd noticed early on that when she touched herself, she seemed to pay particular attention to the area at the top of her opening. When I asked, she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to let me see that that was where her clitoris was, and explain to me that nearly all of her excitement and arousal seemed to center on it. So while my lips and mouth were busy at her breasts, my hand and fingers were making their own contributions between her thighs: collecting her female oils from the entrance to her vagina, and using them to keep things lubricated while I caressed and teased her exposed clitoris. We'd discovered that it was a lot easier for me to get aroused and climax than it was for her. I suppose I could have been hurt or upset by that difference, but I wasn't. The way I figured it, that just meant that we got to 'play' with each other that much longer! As a result, I had several minutes of fun with my sisters body as I enjoyed bringing her to a level of arousal that matched my own. In return, Sis made sure that I stayed ready -" not that that was difficult for her.

Between softly caressing my erect penis, lightly dragging her fingernails across my scrotum, and occasionally stroking or squeezing my erection, she was able to ensure that I stayed hard. When she was ready, Sis gently eased my head from her chest, which cued me to slip my hand from between her thighs. Sitting up, she spun around on her cute little butt, and the two of us adjusted our positions so that we were head-to-pelvis with each other. With all of my workings on the outside, I didn't have to do anything special; Sis moved to lie on her side and put her foot on the bed so that she opened herself up to me. I could see the nubbin of her clitoris had made an appearance out from under the hood that usually covered it, as well as the thin lips that bracketed her opening and the glistening of her oils between them. It took me no time at all to get my hand back to where it had been, and as I reapplied myself to the pleasurable task of bringing her to a climax, I could see it as her inner lips grew longer and thicker and darker with her increasing excitement. I could also watch as her clitoris became more and more exposed to my tender ministrations. As arousing as the sight of her was, it was the scent of her that stimulated me more than anything else -" and with her open to me that way, the aroma quickly filled my nostrils and then my mind. To this day, I don't know what prompted me to do it, but I suddenly discovered that I'd moved my head between her legs and was using my tongue to taste her oils as they leaked out of her -" quickly followed by her exclamation of "Oh, Danny! What are you doing?" and a moment later, "That feels so good!"

With that, I was off to the races, so to speak: in addition to running my tongue across the entrance to her vagina, I expanded my efforts to include her clitoris -" and was rewarded with another exclamation of pleasure from her. I had made only a few passes across her clitoris with the tip of my tongue when I suddenly felt something incredibly warm and wet surround the head of my penis. The sensation was damn near enough to cause me to climax right then and there; it was only the wonder of what the hell was happening to me that prevented it. When I pulled my head back and looked down, I saw that the end of my erect cock disappeared into my sisters mouth. And as I watched, her lips slid even farther down until she'd taken nearly half my length. It took only the tiniest fraction of a second for me to realize that Sis had decided that if my using my mouth directly on her felt so good, she was going to give me the same kind of pleasure. Right on the heels of that understanding, it occurred to me that the more I used my mouth on her, the more she was likely to use hers on me. At that, I turned back to what I'd been doing with no small degree of anticipation. Sis had liked it when all I did was run the tip of my tongue across her clit; what else could I do that she might like? Over the next few minutes, I learned a lot about "eating pussy" (which I belatedly realized that what I was doing was called). I tried a number of different things, and how Sis responded to them told me whether or not she liked them, without her having to say a single word. Just pressing my tongue against her opening was pretty much a no-go; stiffening my tongue and using it the way I'd like to use my cock in her was a definite winner. So was circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and sucking on her clitoris the way she was starting to suck on my penis. Even as I was experimenting with how I could please her, Sis was doing the same thing to me: trying different combinations of tongue and lips and suction to stimulate ME. But the thing that finally ended our pleasure was when I softly fluttered the tip of my tongue across her fully-exposed clitoris -" I was amazed at how quickly she reached her climax, and how powerful it was. Even as the thigh that had been waving in the air slammed into the side of my head, she let my erection slip from her mouth as her body froze. A moment later, I could feel her going through a series of obviously powerful contractions as I heard her cries of pleasure through the muffles of her thighs. With each spasm of her body, a small wave of her juices would be pushed out of her vagina, ready for me to lick up and further stimulate her. I was both amazed and inordinately pleased at the effect I'd been able to have on her by doing something that seemed so simple and enjoyable to me. Even then, it occurred to me to see just how hard I could make her orgasm by teasing her and prolonging the process – My mind was still busy with all the things that I thought I'd like to try when I realized that Sis' orgasm was over. That she had recovered was signaled by the fact that she quickly wrapped her lips around my erect penis again, and apparently got serious about making me cum as hard as she had. And it worked -" quite well, thank you very much. Between using the tip of her tongue against the underside of the head, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, and the suction she was applying, it took only a minute or so before she had me climaxing so hard I thought I was going to turn inside-out through my penis. And each jet of my semen was greeted with a moan of pleasure from her before she eagerly swallowed it. It was only when she felt me finally begin to soften that she let me slip from her mouth, only to lick up any wayward drops of my cum that she had missed.

Satisfied with her handiwork, she gave the head of my cock a brief kiss before sitting up and pivoting around so that we were facing the same way again. I was still more than a little stunned at how hard I'd climaxed, so Sis was left to scoot herself down so that she could lie next to me and put her head on my shoulder. I managed to find the energy to put my arm around her, and give her a kiss on the top of her head; she wriggled next to me and put her hand on my chest before saying "Oh, Danny! That was so good, what you were doing, and how hard it made me cum! What ever got into you that made you even think about doing something like that?!" It took me a second to get my voice back enough to answer "Honest, Sis, I don't know what got into me. I mean, while I was touching and looking at you, I could smell you, too – and the next thing I knew, I was doing that. You know I like the way you taste, so the only thing I can think is that I just wanted to taste it sooner, is all." "Well, whatever made you do it, I'm glad! It was wonderful! I was really surprised at first, but it felt so good that I decided to see if me doing something like that could make you feel the same way. I could tell that you were trying to find out what felt good for me, so I was trying to do the same for you, too." She tilted her head back to look up at me, grinning, and added "I guess I did okay, too, huh?" I kissed her forehead before answering "Oh, you did way better than just 'okay', I promise! I don't think the first time I had a climax was that hard!" "I guess! You were squirting so hard, I wondered if I was even going to get to taste it first. And there was so much of it, too!" With that, she let her head lower again before she told me "Danny, I'm glad we've got each other. Not just for sex stuff, but the rest of the time, too. I always knew that if none of my girl friends could play, I could always come to you and we'd find something to do together." She laughed, and added "Sometimes it was stuff that got us into trouble, but even then, we did it together -" even the getting punished for it." "And I'm glad about us, too, Sis.

Like you said, not just for this part of it, the touching and everything, but the rest of the time." It was my turn to laugh before I told her "Heck, I still remember in fourth grade when Peggy McCormick kept teasing me and teasing me. I knew I wasn't supposed to do anything to her, and she was making me kind of crazy -" at least until you saw what was happening, and told her if she didn't quit, you were going to make her stop." I could feel her blush faintly before Sis answered "Well, you're my brother, and I didn't want anybody giving you a hard time except me!" That made both of us laugh for a few moments before settling down again. I don't know how long we laid there like that; it was probably something between a few minutes and maybe half an hour. What I do know is what brought an end to it: Sis reaching down to take my penis in her hand before hesitantly asking me "Danny, would you – do you think you'd like to, uh, do it again? Can you?" Gee, there's a question -" would I like to bury my head between my sisters thighs again, and let her use her mouth on me? Hmmmmmmm – I gave her quick hug and kissed the top of her head again before I told her "Yeah, I'd like to do that again. And yes, I can -" but it'll take longer before I can climax, though." She looked up at me again, and I could see the smile on her face as she told me "Oh, well, I guess that's okay!" In response, I asked "How about if we take it easier this time, and kind of learn about each other more?" Her smile only got wider before she answered "I'd like that, too." I told you that Sis was the smarter of the two of us, right?

So you won't be surprised that it was her that made the connection and said "Danny, I just thought of something." "What's that?" "You know that 'sixty-nine' we hear about?" "Yeah -" "I think I know what it is, now."

"What's that?" "What we did. You know, using our mouths on each other.

Think about it; I mean, imagine the numbers in your head, and see if you don't think we looked kind of like that." I did, and immediately saw what she meant; all I could do was utter a soft "Damn." Then she told me "And I think I know how both of us could be more comfortable, too. You remember the sign for Cancer in the astrology reading in the paper? It looks like a 69, too -" only on it's side." I thought about what she said, and asked "You mean one of us on top of the other? How would that be more comfortable? You're my sister and everything, but you're still too heavy for me to be comfortable with you laying on me!" That comment earned me a poke in the side before she told me "No, not right on you, just over you.

One of us could be on their knees and elbows, like, so that they weren't squashing the one on the bottom, but we could still get to each other."

With the explanation, I could easily visualize what she meant, and I answered "Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Uh, who's on top and who's on the bottom?" That seemed to throw her for a couple of seconds before she told me "How about if I'm on top, first? I have to be able to move my head more, if I'm going to use my mouth on you, and that wouldn't be as easy if I was on the bottom." It made perfect sense to me, and I said so. That pretty much settled things, and Sis sat up so that she could move over me.

It took us only a few moments to realize that we were too close to the head of the bed; seconds later, I'd scooted down enough that she could carefully kneel over my head. A little minor adjustment was needed before she leaned forward far enough to support herself on her elbows, her head almost perfectly positioned above my stiffening penis. From my perspective, it seemed like she was a trifle 'low' on me: I was a good couple of inches taller than her, and with her head over my penis, her crotch was roughly over my throat instead of my mouth. But once I lifted my head, I discovered that getting to her fun parts wasn't going to be a problem. The way she was positioned over me, with her knees on either side of my head, I had what amounted to a perfect view of her womanhood. Straight on, I could see how her inner lips gradually emerged from the bottom of her opening to frame the entrance to her vagina, then continue onward where they merged above the hood of her clitoris -" which was also easily visible, and starting to pull back to expose her sensitive nubbin. Even as I was looking at her, I could see her thin labia start to darken, and get ever so slightly thicker with her increasing arousal. Between them, the entrance to her vagina began to open; and it wasn't long before I could see the ring of her hymen, glistening as the juices began to flow out of her. The sight of her was both mesmerizing, and incredibly erotic, and I felt myself starting to get hard just from looking at her. I didn't realize that she knew what was happening until she said "I guess you like what you see, huh?", amusement and excitement clear in her voice. All I could do was answer honestly, saying "Oh, yeah -" I like what I see a lot!" With the spell broken, I didn't hesitate to lift my head a little farther, and extend my tongue so that I could slowly draw it across her opening, getting a fresh sample of her nectar. In return, Sis lowered her head and captured the head of my semi-erect cock between her lips before sucking as much of it as she could into her mouth, and starting to massage it with her tongue.

With the understanding that it was going to take longer before I could climax again, Sis took that as an excuse to take it slow and easy with what she was doing to stimulate me. In return, I did much the same -" taking a few moments every so often to rest and just look at her, and how the various parts of her sex had changed in response to what I'd been doing.

Only later did I find out from her that those relatively brief pauses in my oral attentions had stimulated her nearly as much as anything else I'd done: knowing that it was me, and that I was really looking at her, had had no small effect on Sis' libido. For her part, there wasn't a whole lot for Sis to get interested in -" the change between a flaccid and erect penis just isn't all that involved. So she made up for that shortcoming by trying to find out just what kinds of things she could do with it: how much she could stuff into her mouth, how far into her mouth/throat, how far her tongue would go around it, testing how hard it was at different points with her lips, examining every square millimeter with the tip of her tongue, and so on. Needless to say, between what the two of us were doing to each other, and the views I was getting of her, I found myself recovering a lot faster and farther than I had any reason to expect. There wasn't anything that could be called a definite transition point from when we moved from simple investigation to stimulation of each other; it was a much, much more gradual process. Without either of us having to say a word, we agreed that we would each take our time with the other, enjoying and prolonging both what we were doing, and what was being done to us. I knew that I was having a positive effect on her, but it still surprised me when Sis had what I figured was a small orgasm while I was trying to see if I could lick her tonsils from the 'wrong' end. Several minutes later, she had another -" stronger -" climax as I was applying a soft, rhythmic suction to her clitoris. Both times, when she'd gotten her breath back, her efforts on my erect penis made me feel like I was getting even harder and longer -" something I hadn't thought possible. But it was while I was doing something relatively innocent that I got a reaction from her that I really didn't expect. Along with trying to learn what I could do with my lips and tongue and mouth, I was also using my hands on any part of Sis that I could reach: breasts, sides, back, and (of course) her cute little butt. I'd been caressing and squeezing her firm round buns when I accidentally (really!) let one of my fingertips brush across her anus -" causing her to suddenly pause what she was doing as she made a soft grunting noise. At first, I thought I'd upset her; but when she didn't say anything, it finally occurred to me that she might actually have liked it. Still, it took me a bit to work up the nerve to do it again on purpose. The second time, I couldn't doubt that what I was doing pleased her: I could see as the lips of her vagina got a trifle longer and darker, and the area between them wetter. That was all it took to convince me to see just how much attention she'd let me pay to her nether region – As it turned out, she seemed agreeable to pretty much everything I did.

Starting from simply running my finger across it, all the way up to wetting my finger with my saliva and gently working it into her slightly, any attention I paid to her there only seemed to be met with her approval, and increase her arousal -" and her efforts on me. Things came to a head, so to speak, when I was worming my finger around as far inside her as I could get it while fluttering my tongue across her clitoris: suddenly freezing in place, Sis let my erect cock slip from her mouth before she released an incredibly deep -" yet somehow passionate -" groan as her body began almost convulsing as she orgasmed over me. While her vagina was pushing out wave after wave of her delicious oils, her sphincter was clenching around my finger so hard I was almost afraid she'd somehow pinch it off; even as I was eagerly lapping up the abundant overflow of her nectar, I could only be amazed at the effect I'd obviously had on her. Despite everything, though, there was only so long she could climax like that. She finally all but collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath and shuddering when aftershocks of her experience coursed through her body. I managed to rescue my finger from the clenches of her anus, even though doing so resulted in another groan of pleasure from her as I pulled it free. After giving the cleft of her sex a final swipe with my tongue to remove the latest wave of her essence, I laid back, content to let her get herself under control again before finding out whether she needed -" or even wanted! -" for us to continue. Her head was resting on my leg, and each time she exhaled, I could feel her breath on my cock; that was enough to compensate for the lack of more direct stimulation, and keep me almost completely hard. I'll admit to feeling relieved when I finally felt her begin to stir on me (I was starting to worry that I'd somehow "broken" her); so I was completely unprepared for the way Sis suddenly moved to not only take me into her mouth again, but how far: she took nearly three quarters of my erect penis between her lips almost immediately. Then she started trying to see how much more she could take. Her initial efforts delighted me. But when she kept going – I could tell that it wasn't easy for her -" that she was struggling with trying not to gag as I felt the head of my ever-hardening penis reach her throat; but the sensation was simply too damn incredible for me to object. All I could do was trust that she wouldn't do anything to hurt herself, or that she didn't want to do.

Even so, I could only lay there in awe as I felt her lips getting closer and closer to where my penis and body met. I was amazed when I finally felt her lips firmly wrapped around the base of my cock -" and then overwhelmed by the feeling as she starting trying to swallow, the muscles of her throat massaging the head of my penis in a way that I'd never even conceived could be done. Despite having to pull back every so often so she could take a couple of breaths, Sis kept at it; it wasn't but a few cycles of her efforts before I felt myself getting ready to blow my load.

Somehow, I managed to get control of myself long enough to let her know; the nodding of her head as she acknowledged what I said was enough to push me over the edge. To this day, I'm still surprised that she was able to keep as much of me in her mouth as she was -" the way it felt to ME, I'd have thought that just the force of the first wad of my cum erupting from my dick would have pushed her head off of me, never mind having it spraying directly into her throat. But Sis didn't waver in the slightest: she eagerly (even greedily) swallowed what felt to me like a quart of semen, and kept going -" guaranteeing that the next eruption was damn near as strong as the first, as were all the ones that followed. When she finally pulled her mouth off of me, I felt as though I was just short of having been turned completely inside-out; I could only lay there panting as she eagerly used her tongue to make sure that none of my semen remained behind.

After sitting up, Sis pivoted on her tailbone and moved to lie next to me.

Draping a leg and arm across my body, she kissed my cheek and hugged me before resting her head on my shoulder. She seemed perfectly content to just lay there like that until I finally (!) got my breath back and was able to tell her "Damn, Sis!" I swear I could feel her smiling as she said "After the way you made me feel, I wanted to find out if I could do that same thing for you. I guess it worked, huh?" It took me a few more seconds before I was able to say "What I did made you feel like that?" I heard a soft giggle before she answered "Oh, yeah! I mean, I was kind of surprised the first time you touched me there, but it still felt good, and kind of sexy. Then you did it again and again, and it kept feeling better and better. When you finally started putting your finger inside me – that was just great! Then after you started moving it around and using your tongue on me that way -" well, you know what happened then. That's not anything I'd like to do too much, 'cause it hit me so hard -" but sometimes, sure."

Still catching my breath, I managed to tell her "If me doing that makes you want to do what you did, then I wouldn't want it to happen too much, either. I don't know if I could stand it!" She giggled again before replying "Yeah, I could tell it did a lot for you. I thought you were going to drown me!", teasing me. I couldn't help laughing briefly as I hugged her in response. After that, the two of us were perfectly content to just lie there, enjoying the touch of each others bodies as we recovered from the experience.

Sis and I weren't after each other all the time, but rarely did we fail to get each other off a couple of times during the course of a week, either. Looking back at it, we shouldn't have been surprised that we were eventually found out -" but we damn sure were when it happened – Mom and Dad had gone out for some reason or other, with the expectation that they wouldn't be back for a few hours. At first, Sis and I had simply kept at whatever we'd been doing: homework, household chores, and so on. But somewhere along the line, we'd had to start doing something together.

Again, we started out normally enough, but being brother and sister, we couldn't help start messing with each other: I'd get in Sis' way, then she'd get in mine; she'd do something to make me have to re-do something, then I'd do the same to her. Even that would have been okay if I hadn't bumped her hip, prompting her to do the same to me -" which ultimately led to the two of us playfully wrestling with each other, which (naturally enough) culminated in us starting to grope each other. THAT ended with us in Sis' bedroom, naked, and using our hands and mouths to bring each other to climax. We were snuggling on the bed afterwards when Dad appeared in the doorway; even then, it took us a few seconds to realize that he was there: we were simply still too bombed out with after-sex glow to be paying a lot of attention. It was Sis that noticed him first, and when I felt her jump and hear her release a small squeak of surprise, I opened my eyes to see what was going on -" and felt myself grow cold when I saw Dad standing there. A moment later, he turned and left; Sis and I quickly got ourselves separated and dressed. The only words exchanged between us were Sis asking me what she thought Mom and Dad would do and me answering that I didn't have the slightest idea.

When we got out to where Dad was, all he said was "You two had better finish up what you were doing before you got distracted, don't you think?"

All either of us could do was turn red, nod, and do as he said. That night, and the next day, Sis and I both waited nervously to see what was going to happen to us. The evening after we'd been discovered, I was in my room pretending that I could actually pay attention to the book I had when Dad knocked on the door and asked if he could talk to me. Figuring I was about to find out what the consequences were of what I'd been doing with Sis, I told him to come in. Instead of the butt-chewing and punishment I'd expected, though, all Dad did was have me tell him about Sis and me: when it started between us, what we'd been doing, how often, and so on. It surprised the hell out of me, but I managed to do it despite the nervousness and embarrassment. I suppose I could have tried to 'fudge' things a bit to try and lessen whatever punishment I was going to get, but it simply never occurred to me -" Dad had always been honest with me, and I was so used to telling him the truth, that I didn't hedge on any of what I said. After we got through that part, he wanted to know what I thought about what Sis and I had been doing, followed by a few more questions.

When I was done, Dad just looked at me for a few seconds before telling me "Your mother and I are going to have to talk about this. I know you've been scared about what's going to happen, but I expect we'll be ready to deal with it if not tomorrow, then the next day." I nodded my understanding, and he stood up. When he got to the door to my room, he turned around and asked "You know this is serious, don't you?" I managed to say "Yeah, Dad, I know." Then he asked me "What do you think should happen?" Stunned by the question, I took a few seconds before I answered "I don't know, Dad. She's my sister, and I love her, and I'd never do anything I thought would hurt her. I really didn't think that me and her being together like that was really wrong, or would somehow mess either one of us up, or hurt us. If that's not the way it is, I know you and Mom will tell us how before you do anything." He looked at me for a couple of seconds again before nodding. Then he left, closing my door behind him.

At supper the next night, Mom told Sis and me that we needed to sit down together after supper. Sis and I both voiced our understanding before sharing a look. After Sis and I got the dishes put away, we found our way into the family room, where Dad was sitting in his chair with Mom on his lap, his arms around her. Sis and I sat down on opposite ends of the couch facing them. Almost a minute went by with Sis and I looking at Mom and Dad while they looked at us before Dad said

"I've got to admit that I was really surprised at how I found the two of you the other day -" as was your mother when I told her about it." My eyes locked on Mom and Dad, I couldn't see if Sis blushed as hard as I did before Dan went on to say "While I was talking to you last night, Daniel, your mother was in with your sister. When both of us had heard what each of you had to say, we had our own discussion." At that point, Mom spoke up, telling us "Both of you told us the same thing, as far as how and when it started. And what each of you told us about what you did, and why, and how matches up, too. It's pretty obvious to your father and I that neither of you bears any 'majority' share of responsibility for it -" neither of you forced the other in any way at the beginning, nor are either of you doing anything to keep it going. What you've done with each other has been by mutual consent, with both of you as active, willing participants." Dad picked things up again by saying "Both of you have agreed with each other that you wanted things to go slowly; and from what each of you has said, it sounds like you were doing just that: going slowly. Also, both have you have said that you would rather stop what you do with each other, than have the other one hurt in any way. Neither your mother, nor I, has any reason to think that you acted out of anything but the purest of motives: that you love each other as brother and sister, and that because of that love, you trust each other enough to learn and discover the sexual aspects of your lives, together." Then it was Moms turn to tell us "In virtually every culture on the planet, there is a taboo against brothers and sisters doing the things you did -" never mind doing anything more. That taboo is so strong, in fact, that where such taboos exist, there are also laws against what you were doing. We have those laws here, in this country, too; if it were ever found out what you had been doing with each other, there are all kinds of bad things that could happen as a consequence. Your father, or I, or even both of us could conceivably find ourselves facing serious legal problems because of what you two were doing. Even if we didn't find ourselves in jail or prison, we'd face major fines, legal costs, and other such things -" not to mention what people that didn't already know us would think and say." Mom must have seen the horror that I, and undoubtedly Sis, felt, because she went on "While your father and I know that neither of you could or would hurt the other, other people likely wouldn't understand. In their willingness to make sure that no more 'abuse' happened -" they'd almost certainly think that you were a victim of Daniel, Janet -" they'd probably separate the two of you, sending you to foster homes as far apart as could be managed. That would be in addition to whatever they decided to do with your father and me." At that point, Sis and I shared a look of terror at the idea of being separated from Mom and Dad, or each other. When we got our attention back on Mom and Dad, it was Dad that told us "We're telling you about what could happen so that you know just how serious it is that nobody else finds out what you've been doing." It was Mom that told us "But as I already told you, your father and I already know that neither of you was 'abusing' the other; that you did what you did out of love, and trust."

It was then that Dad smiled and told us "Strange as it may seem, your mother and I haven't always been this age. We were both kids, too, and both of us remember what it was like at your age to suddenly discover the pleasure you could give yourself -" and to wonder what else was possible, too." Mom smiled at us, too, before saying "What you two have been doing isn't right -" at least, not for most kids your age. But your father and I both know that you two aren't 'most kids', either. Each of you made it more than clear that you really, truly do love each other, and that neither of you would willingly hurt the other in ANY way. Both of you told us that you deliberately chose to take things slowly, and what you've told us you've done proves to us that that's just what you've done." I was starting to think that maybe Sis and I were actually going to get off fairly easily when Dad told us "Your mother and I have agreed that what you've been doing isn't right for everybody -" but that it's right for you. So you aren't going to be punished for what you've already been up to." Another quick look at Sis told me that she was as stunned by what Dad had just said as I was. Even as I was starting to wonder, Mom told us "I can see that you're both relieved to hear that; and the next thing is to ask if that means that you can keep doing it. The answer to that is a qualified 'yes'." Before I could do so, Sis asked "Uh, what do you mean 'qualified' yes?" Mom turned so she and Dad could share a look and grin before Mom turned back to answer "'Qualified' yes means that as long as you're not doing anything that could end up with Janet getting pregnant, you can continue. But before -" and let me emphasize that before part! -" you decide that you're both ready to try having sex, we will expect you to take the appropriate precautions.

If you decide that you want to use condoms or something similar, we'll provide you with what you need; if you choose something that requires the attention of a doctor, then we'll make the necessary arrangements.

Understand that we are most certainly not trying to encourage you to that point; rather, we're letting you know that if you get there yourselves, we'll understand." I didn't dare look over to where Sis was sitting; I just knew that if I did, Mom and Dad would both know what I was thinking. It didn't occur to me until later that they already did, whether I looked at Sis or not. So I was still looking at them when Dad told us "Now you know that you aren't in trouble for what you've already done, and that you won't be in trouble if you continue. But remember what we told you about what could happen if anyone else finds out. I don't doubt that you've been careful not to actually DO anything with each other outside our home; I'm reminding you that you have to be just as careful, if not more so, about anything else you do or say 'outside'. Understood?" From the corner of my eye, I could see Sis nodding as enthusiastically as I was; it had never occurred to me that anything could happen to Mom or Dad about what we'd been doing, or that Sis and I could be separated because of it. I was most definitely not going to let any of it happen! Mom finished things up by telling us "I expect that sometimes you've felt a little – rushed, since you felt like you could only do things while we weren't here. So I'm going to let you know that you don't have to wait until your father and I are gone, if you don't want to. We hope that you'll still take things as slow as you have, but you don't have to wait until we aren't here if you want to shower together, or even stay in each others rooms sometimes. Just try not to make it too often, and be sure you close the door so we know not to disturb you. Okay?" Sis and I both voiced our agreement and understanding before Dad told us "Okay, that's it, then", letting us know we could go.

Even with the reassurance that it was okay, it was still over a month before Sis and I dared take a shower together while either Mom or Dad was home. After that, though, we gradually got braver and braver about it.

The first time the two of us came out of the bathroom together only to find Dad looking at us, our hearts were in our throats -" at least, until Dad just smiled at us and kept going. Once we got comfortable with the new 'rules', though, Sis and I were again able to get back to really enjoying each others intimate company. Sure, we continued learning to pleasure each other; but with it being okay to spend time in each others rooms, it didn't take us much longer to begin spending an occasional night in each others beds. Sometimes I'd stay with Sis; other times she'd stay with me -" either way, all we'd do was molest each other a little as we fell asleep.

The times we spent like that brought us even closer together in our hearts, but without noticeably increasing our desire for each other. It was Mom that saw me leaving Sis' room early one morning; all she did was give me her usual morning greeting as she went by. Things even got to the point where if all of us were in the family room doing something like watching TV, Mom and Dad wouldn't even look at us if Sis or I gave the other a kiss or quick grope.

It was a few months after we'd celebrated our 14th birthday, and Sis and I had just had a fine time teasing and pleasing each other in her room while Mom and Dad were out with his friend Paul and his wife. After we lay there caressing each other for several minutes, Sis told me "Danny, there's something I've been thinking about doing, and I want you to be the one to help me with it." Figuring she just wanted me to help her learn how to skateboard or something, I casually asked "What's that, Sis?" Tilting her head back so that she could look up into my face, she answered "Danny, this is important to me, so I need you to pay attention while I explain to you."

Hearing that, I immediately gave her my full, undivided attention before saying "Okay, go ahead." Her eyes were locked on mine as she told me "First thing I want you to know is that I really, truly have thought about this. I mean, a lot. And I didn't just figure I knew anything, either; I read about it down at the library, and checked about it on the Internet, and everything. So you know that I really am serious, and I really do know what I'm asking, and what might happen, okay?" Whatever it was, it was sounding more and more serious -" like maybe she wanted me to help her get a tattoo, or her navel pierced or something; it was starting to worry me a little bit when she asked "You remember that first time you used your finger in my butt?" THAT question completely threw me; it had the mental effect on me of watching a rock roll uphill. I could only respond with a confused "Yeah -?" "And you know that the other times you've done that, it pretty much has the same effect on me every time, right?" I couldn't help grinning as I responded "Sure does!" She managed to smile back at me before telling me "Well, I started thinking that as nice as it felt when it was your finger – that maybe – maybe it would feel even nicer if – if – if maybe you put something else in me. Something bigger." Again with the rock rolling uphill sensation for me as I tried to figure out just what the heck she was trying to get at. She must have seen on my face that I didn't have the faintest clue of what she was talking about, or where she was going, because she finally had mercy on me by explaining "I – I want to see what it's like if you put – put your penis in my butt." Hearing that, my mind stopped simply spinning its wheels in favor of just going around in circles -" I knew that my penis could go into her vagina, and had the experience of having it in her mouth. But her butt??? "Sis, I – I'm not too sure about that. I mean, sure, I guess we could do that, I mean, as an idea -but couldn't that hurt you? Wouldn't it be kind of, uh, messy?" Apparently relieved that I hadn't jumped up screaming, she told me "Like I told you, Danny, I've already checked into it. Yeah, it could hurt, if we weren't careful and didn't do it right; but it doesn't have to be like that. From what I learned, there are only three things needed for it to go okay.