The Sibling Diaries P05

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The Sibling Diaries P05After a visit to the jewelry store I headed home. I travel light so when I got home I was able to easily carry my bags up to the apartment. I put them down and opened the door, happy to be home. After my stop at the jewelry store, my bags weren’t the only thing that were light and I was keenly aware of the need to get some income producing work out of the way. The thing is, travel is very tiring, for me at least and the kind of work I do requires real enthusiasm and mental alertness, so work was out of question, at least for the rest of the day.I wasn’t making excuses. I was worn out from the flight and Sandra and her sister were expecting me later on in the evening; I decided to take a nap. Before napping, I took a hot shower letting the warm water wash much of the weariness of travel from my body. I wrapped myself in a white terry robe and headed for my room.On the way to the bedroom I gulped a couple of the “Ever-hard” capsules Gretta had found so offensive. After all, Sandy had warned me that performance would be an issue later tonight.As I relaxed on my bed I allowed my mind to wonder back over one of the recent developments in Gretta and my relationship.Now I know I’ve related the difficulty Gretta and I have had sticking to our word. As I tried to drift off to sleep I kept recalling our encounter the night before I left on this trip.One of the most disturbing things about our relationship is most of the time Gretta acts like Sandy and I are a couple of sex fiends and she’s as pure as the driven snow. I’m beginning to believe this is just an act. She manages to get a whole lot of teasing in herself… then she refuses to acknowledge that anything has even happened.I’m beginning to wonder if much of the excitement our relationship sparks revolves around her teasing me and then leaving me to my own devices. I think she knows what she’s doing…and enjoys it.This brings me to the particular incident I found so troubling, which had taken place on the night before I left for this trip…I had just finished packing and was sitting in the living room when Gretta came out, poured herself a drink and asked me if I still knew how to give a really good back rub.”Sure, is your back hurting?””They don’t know a thing about ergonomics at the office. Every muscle in my body aches, would it be a terrible imposition for you to do a back rub?””Glad to help sis, just lay down and I’ll rub away.””Would you mind leaving the room for a minute?””I guess not, why?””I really need you to rub every muscle and I need a second to get ready.””OK” I said and went into my room and shut the door. When I returned, Gretta was lying face down on the floor entirely undressed with a pillow tucked under her pelvic area and a small bottle of oil sitting beside her. I was taken aback and said, “Haven’t you forgotten your underpants?”She looked up at me from the floor, an amused half smile on her face, “For heavens sake David, it’s a butt, everyone has one. I hope you’re not so alive to indecent suggestion that it makes you horny. I’m your sister, get a grip.””You’re right” I agreed and got down to work.As I massaged, I had to agree that she did indeed need a back rub. Every muscle in her body was as tight as a drum. While there was no doubt in my mind that she was indeed in need of a back rub, I couldn’t ignore the close call we had nearly consummated a couple of weeks before. I forced a brief flash of her standing in front of me rubbing her swollen and glistening cunt and offering to “let me watch” out of my mind. She had to be aware that this was arousing to me.I worked my way down her back and then rubbed her arms, working my way all the way to her fingers. As I worked, I was glad I had taken the precaution of wearing my pajama bottoms. I didn’t have a raging hard on or anything, but there was life there and it was growing more and more aware of our situation as the massage went on.As I rubbed the small of her back Gretta asked, “Do you think I’m attractive David?””We’ve had this conversation before, you know I do.””I know you’ve told me, but you’re my brother, you have to be nice, I really want to know what you think.”I started rubbing her legs and said, “If you weren’t my sister, I’d be trying to reach your pussy right now.” Inside my pajama pants, the level of excitement jumped up a notch and my half-erect cock began to fill out coming to complete attention.”Well, thanks for the complement and as much as my puss might need playing with, that’s for others to do, not my brother. I can’t help noticing you skipped massaging my ass however and I need rubbing there as bad as anywhere else. That’s why I skipped the underpants, you don’t mind, do you?””Of course not sis” I said pouring oil on my shaking hands and sliding them over her perfect butt. I was glad that her face was pointed the other way because there was no hiding my obvious excitement at this point.”It sounds like your love life isn’t making the grade.” I said as I smoothed the oil over her firm ass and moved down to her thighs.”Unless you count giving some guy a blow job, having him come all over you and roll over and go to sleep good sex, I guess you’re right” came the muffled reply.”It must be frustrating.””You have no idea.”As I worked my way down her long and perfect legs I noticed that she seemed to be thrusting her pelvis into the pillow she had tucked there. At this point any hope I had of gaining mastery over my erection vanished forever. Her muffled voice came to me as she said, “This feels so good, almost sensual, I don’t know how I can thank you.”I had several ideas, which prudently I kept to myself.”No thanks necessary sis, I’m always glad to do what I can.””I know, sometimes I wish we weren’t related.””Oh, why is that?””Oh I don’t know, this just feels really nice. If you weren’t my brother I could flip over and have you do the other side.”Do I need to tell you how hard my cock was at this moment? Do I need to tell you what self-control it took not to reach under her pelvis which was now moving regularly against the pillow between her legs and touch her cunt?Instead I got to my feet, having finished my massage and stood looking at her naked body lying on the floor glistening with the oil I had applied and turned toward my bedroom door. This effectively hid my raging erection from her as I thought about how badly I wanted to touch her all over. What I said was “I hope that helps relieve some of the tension at least, goodnight sis, I’m leaving so you can get up without me seeing anything.””Thanks” her muffled reply came back.I walked into my room and shut the door, but not all the way. I left a crack in the door, simply because I couldn’t resist seeing her other side naked. Who could blame me?I turned and put an eye to the crack in the door, expecting to see Gretta scramble to her feet, but she was still lying there. As I watched through the crack, she appeared to be lying motionless, but as I continued watching, I noticed that she was still thrusting against the pillow but with a lot more vigor than she had done when I was in the room.I watched this for a minute or two, too astounded to reach down and stroke my rigid cock that was dripping inside of the tent it had made for itself. Before I could process the information my eyes were sending me Gretta shuddered was still for a moment then she scrambled to her feet, leaned down to grab the bottle of oil and left the room.I caught just a flash of her magnificent body, the inflamed and hard tipped nipples and the blonde pussy, which I could see was slightly swollen and distended even from my location behind the door. Her door closed and I was left alone to deal with the situation as best I could. I stood there for a minute ambivalent and tentative then letting my titillation direct my feet, I quietly stepped out of my room and moved across the hall to Gretta’s closed door. In the quiet of our darkened apartment behind my sisters door I could clearly hear a high pitched buzzing sound that couldn’t be anything but a battery operated vibrator.As I stood in the hall, my rigid erection making a ludicrous protrusion that stuck out in front of me like some sort of auxiliary limb, a third leg if you will, I was overwhelmed by a cascade of emotions.First, of course was extreme desire and longing. The insistent buzzing coming from behind the door fueled this like gasoline being poured onto a roaring bonfire. This feeling alone was so strong it nearly sickened me causing my vision to swim as I pictured what was going on behind the door and imagining me reaching out and turning the knob.Not far behind that was shame and guilt as I castigated myself for what clearly was a sick and perverted attraction.Behind the door, the sound of the vibrator stopped and was replaced by a regular slapping sound that grew louder and faster as I listened. Suddenly I heard Gretta cry “Oh David!” I stood in stunned silence for a moment and then the steady sound of the vibrator resumed.Reaching into my pajama bottoms I grasped my aching dick and began to slide my hand up and down its slippery length the obsequious sound of the vibrator mixing lewdly with the slippery sounds issuing from inside of my bottoms.For a couple of minutes I reveled in my indecent behavior listening to the slick sound of my hand moving back and forth under the material. I briefly pulled my bottoms down and stood at her door stroking the shining length of my rigid erection openly, stopping to slap it back and forth causing droplets to spray on the door. Behind the door the slapping sound had resumed but the vibrator was going as well. I was left to imagine what was happening a few feet away on the other side of that closed door. Then I heard Gretta cry out again, this time in inarticulate passion. I realized that I was a goner and was going to wind up shooting my cream into the carpet outside of my sister’s door.With trembling hands, I rapidly pulled the bottoms back up and grasped myself through the material feeling my cock begin to throb. I tried to stop myself from what I was about to do, but it was useless.I don’t know what I’d have done if she had opened the door right at that moment because I began to squirt hot cream right down the leg of my pajamas. I remained poised there, unable to move; shuddering, gasping and soaking myself as I stood listening to the faint sounds of my sister whimpering through the closed door along with the steady sound of her vibrator.These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I lie on my bed relaxing from my trip, feeling the first effects of the “Ever-Hard” capsules I had taken when I felt someone sit down on the side of the bed.I opened my eyes.Gretta was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. She had a glass of wine with her. She too had just exited the shower and hadn’t really done too good of a job of drying off. Her cotton shirt clung to her revealing a little more than either of us should have been comfortable with.I know she saw me staring at her breasts which the damp, clinging shirt revealed; I couldn’t help it. She asked if I minded if she shut off the lamp as the light was bothering her eyes. We both knew the real reason, but I replied that I didn’t mind, so she turned of the lamp and we sat in the darkness as she sipped her wine.Gretta has been trying to develop her social life and for a while I listened as she talked about some of the guys at work and flirtation that had been going on with a particular guy. I in turn talked about some of the things Sandy and I have been doing. For a while the talk was of a general nature but Gretta started asking specific questions about us and I found myself describing my encounter with Susan.As I relived our experience relating it to Gretta, I must admit, I started to become a little aroused. I figured it was no big deal as I was wearing a bulky robe and besides we were sitting in a pitch-black room.Gretta was very interested in this incident and asked repeated questions about our experience. Her questions became uncomfortably explicit, but I continued to answer them.Then Gretta started talking about her roommate in college. She described an experience she had one night when both the girls were in their room during a “dry spell” dating. She told me that she and her roommate had been so frustrated and horny they had masturbated together in front of a mirror. She went on to say that both girls had used each other as a “last resort” during the year. She concluded by saying she wished she knew someone who would help her get through her current dry spell.I asked her if this was the same girl who she had watched having sex with a boyfriend and Gretta replied that it was.She went on to say that while she hadn’t done anything that night in front of them both, but later when they talked about the experience in the darkness of their room together, they had both started to become aroused.”At the start it was just talking” Gretta said, “But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We’d start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we’d start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She’d be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a while and the other would lie in her bed and…well you get the picture.”I certainly did. By the time she finished talking I was lying in the dark with a very hard dick. I should have asked her to let me get to sleep, but I didn’t. Instead I started telling her about the capsules I had just taken and admitting the idea of getting off with anyone was starting to sound pretty good.We spent the next few minutes verbally flirting. I confessed that on my trip I had jacked off every day at least once or twice and I hadn’t been this horny since adolescence.In turn she admitted to me that her social life was a flop so far and suggested that I was not the only person in the room who was getting off alone. “The only difference between us” she said, “is that you’ll be seeing Sandy later tonight and I’m on my own until I meet someone.”I reassured her that someone would come along. She acknowledged that she knew this was true, but in the mean time she felt starved for human touch. “That massage you gave me a week ago was the first time anyone else has touched me in about six months”, she said.I told her that I was glad to help by doing whatever I could and she said that she appreciated my efforts and then went on to say that she was so starved for attention that she had become quite aroused during the last massage.I didn’t quite know how to respond to this last statement and I was tempted to come back with a smart retort about “too much information”. Instead I decided to tell her the truth and admitted that I had been quite aroused at the conclusion of the last massage and as a matter of had masturbated soaking the pajama bottoms I had been wearing. I didn’t feel compelled to tell her that I had been standing at her door listening to her while my cream was running down my legs.”Well David”, she said quietly, “That relieves me of a big load of guilt, because I did the same thing.””Masturbated?””Like a little slut, with battery operated toy no less. I spent the next few days ashamed to look you in the eye.””Look Gretta, it’s only natural. We’re both kind of going through a dry spell and its not like we’re really attracted to each other and in the end, we only did what we were going to do anyway.”Gretta sighed and said, “I didn’t think of it that way. You’re sure you’re not offended?””Not at all, as a matter of fact, it’s kind of cool.””So the idea of a sexual massage doesn’t bother you even if the only relief comes later alone in your room?””Better than jacking off looking at dirty books”, I said. “After all, we’re both adults and just because we became physically aroused doing it doesn’t mean that we were going to do anything weird together. I think we’ve passed that test”Gretta was quiet on her end of the couch for a moment and then she said that her back was bothering her again and asked if I would mind giving her another backrub. I told her that I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea right now. I admitted our talk had aroused me and frankly, I was about to “take care of things” before going to sleep. Besides, I told her I wasn’t wearing anything except the robe and I didn’t feel like getting dressed or putting on pajamas.What she said next disconcerted me more than anything she ever said to me did. She said that we were brother and sister and she agreed we should be intellectually mature enough to deal with physical arousal. In other words, she said, “I know you’re hard and you know I’m hard up, so just be careful about where you rub.””Gretta.””Yes?””You know those capsules I took that…help me to uh…maintain a long lasting…uh…erection?””Yes?””Well, I took two of those about thirty minutes ago, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”Gretta laughed, “That’s even better, since you’re chemically aroused, we can stop worrying about where your erection came from and just ignore it.”You could have knocked me over with a feather. Gretta stood up and said that since neither of us could see the other, we might as well as be naked. I could hear her slipping her clothes off. She ran down the hall and returned in a moment with a bottle of massage oil from her room. She handed it to me and I heard her lie on the floor.I slipped the robe off and dropped it on the bed and poured some oil on my palm. I know now I should never have agreed to this. I had been trying to comfort her about her feelings after the last backrub, not lay the groundwork for a new one. What I had failed to share with her was how desperately aroused I had been and how close I had come to touching her inappropriately last time.I was as hard as a rock and when I sat down on her behind so I could rub the oil on her back, my erect cock was touching her. We both pretended not to notice as I rubbed her back and shoulders and then moved down to her firm ass and long shapely legs.As I rubbed her, she started to tell me more about her relationship with her college roommate. “Finally, one night neither of us went to the bathroom, we just kept talking to each other until finally she asked me what I was doing and I admitted I was playing with myself and she admitted she was doing it too.””For a couple of weeks I was hot all day just thinking about what we’d be talking about that night. One day I was feeling so nasty I decided to come back to our room during class to get a little relief and walked in on her…doing it to herself…she didn’t stop…and I watched her; then I let her watch me.”She talked about how they would hold “fashion shows” for each other modeling clothing they had purchased and how the shows became a pretext for showing off and arousing each other. She explained how their relationship went form individual masturbation in the dark, to telling each other what to do while they did it. How they had moved to watching each other and finally to touching, kissing and getting each other off.She talked about the conversations they would have while they were rubbing off. She said that her roommate had a collection of “stroke books” and told me that she would read to her roommate and watch while she rubbed off and then her roommate would read to her as she did the same. Sometimes, she said, they would take turns, coming together as they did. “Just knowing that someone was watching me, getting aroused along with me and then coming the same time I did made all the difference” she said as my fingers moved over her soft skin. Every once in a while, my cock would touch her and every time this happened, a shiver would run through my entire body.I concluded the back rub and was preparing to get to my feet when she turned over and asked me to do the front of her legs and her shoulders. Now, at this point, I was quite firm when I told Gretta that I didn’t think this was really a good idea. She just laughed and told me to get real. It was ridiculous for me to be so cautious. “If everyone acted on every physical impulse they felt”, she said, “There’d be a whole lot more fucking going on”. I had to agree, so with some misgivings, I got back down on my knees and prepared to continue the massage. I knew she was getting aroused and also that she was intentionally teasing me. I also knew that we had an unspoken agreement that it was all right that we were both excited, but we weren’t going to act on our arousal.I started on her shoulders, moving down her arms and finally to her fingers then back up again. I hesitantly moved my hands across the top of her chest just feeling the swell of the tops of her small breasts as I did.I moved my hands down her sides, carefully avoiding the sides of her breasts, feeling her breathe as I did this. As I moved my hands over her taunt tummy, she said, “David, I’m going to have you do something that might sound weird.”I asked her what that was and she replied that she knew I was pretty hard and she appreciated my discipline and self control, but she felt like we were in an unequal situation.I asked her how she figured that and she said that she could feel my erection from time to time as I massaged her and realized I had no real way to hide it. She went on to say that our situation was mutual and she was also very aroused. It wasn’t fair to me that I had to totally avoid her erogenous areas while she could feel the physical arousal I was experiencing and maybe enjoy the effect our touching was having on me just a little.”OK”, I said, “What is this weird thing you want me to do?” I asked.”You can rub oil on my breasts too” she said”Are you sure about this?” I asked. She replied that it was only fair, but cautioned me not to linger there. “Let’s not tempt fate” were her exact words.I poured more oil into my hands and began working my way up over the bottoms of her firm little globes. When my hands passed over her nipples, I realized what she had been talking about. They were distended nearly an inch and very rigid. I felt her entire body stiffen as I touched her there and couldn’t help but linger a bit gently squeezing her before moving on to the tops of her breasts and finally her neck and finally her face.I then moved back to her abdomen moving lower and lower, skirting her mound when I started to feel her fine pubic hairs. I knew that I should move down to her legs and conclude this but before I did, I rubbed a little more oil around her pussy, being careful to avoid touching inside. I could feel the heat that radiated from this place as well as quite a bit of lubrication surrounding her cunt. I noticed that she made no protest as I continued to touch this very intimate area, but I didn’t want to take it any further so I moved down to her legs.By this time, my cock was so hard it hurt and every time it bounced a stream of fluid would drip from it. I know she felt it because I was dripping on her as I rubbed her legs.I might as well admit that I was intentionally bouncing myself because it felt so good. The knowledge that she was aware of my arousal just helped to intensify it. As I got to her thighs, I felt her spread her legs slightly so I started to rub her inner thighs, all the time bouncing my painfully erect dick.Out of the darkness, she asked me if I had ever done anything like she had with her college roommate.”What do you mean?””You know, getting off with a guy or reading dirty books together.”I told her that I had experienced many sexual situations with both sexes but had never read dirty books with another guy. I admitted that I had my own collection of books and magazines that Sandy and I occasionally read together but admitted while I was out of town I had been reduced to reading them alone.She didn’t say anything for a moment and then she whispered that considering her situation maybe she should make use of this kind of reading material and asked me if she could borrow one or two when I finished the massage. Of course I said she could.As I rubbed the soft skin of her inner thighs, I continued bouncing my cock a little harder when I felt it make contact with something. In a split second I realized that in the dark she had placed her hand, palm up under my cock so she could catch the fluid that now dripped in an uninterrupted stream. The shock of excitement that coursed through my body was indescribable, but I didn’t let on that I had noticed. I intentionally brushed near to her warm pussy and as I did she ground her pelvis against my hand hard enough to part her lips.She was soaking wet and in the instant she made contact with the side of my hand, she slid herself against it, shuddered and took a ragged breath. I jerked my hand away and resumed lightly rubbing oil on her inner thighs.A moment later it happened again. This time I didn’t move my hand as she pressed herself against it, sliding back and forth coating the side of my hand with her slippery juices. At the same time, I felt her warm palm lightly touching the underside of my aching cock. She slid her palm up and down the underside slowly as she continued sliding her slippery cunt against my hand..I don’t know how long she had been holding her open palm under my dripping cock. It must have been there for some time because her hand was filled with the slippery fluid that had been issuing from my aching boner. Her hand made an obscenely wet sound as she slid it back and forth. I could hear the sound of her sodden cunt as she it rubbed against my hand. I found her rigid little clit and began to tease it, making little circles. She said nothing as she trembled and took in a ragged, sobbing breath, letting it slowly out as we both listened to the sound or our labored breathing and our hands touching each other in the darkness.We continued doing this to each other, for maybe a minute or two, growing more and more aroused. I took a labored breath and said, “Gretta, this is crazy.”In the darkness, I heard her reply, “I know, we’d better cool it.” Her hand, however, kept on moving against my cock and I continued flicking her hardened little nub. I felt my cock begin to thicken and throb, preparing to spasm into her soft hand. I heard her saying in a high and unsteady voice that if we didn’t stop right now she was going to embarrass herself badly. “Really David, I mean it. Please stop this is getting too intense.”I don’t know how we managed it, but we stopped. For a moment we were motionless and I could feel her palm flat against the underside of my inflamed and aching dick. My hand remained on her swollen drenched cunt and I actually felt her little clit throb once or twice but resisted the urge to flick it one more time to send her over the edge. I heard the raw panic in her voice as she said, “Please, no more touching.” And then in an unsteady whisper, “At least not right now.”I withdrew my hand and stood up and Gretta scrambled to her feet as well. As I turned to leave, I felt her hand on my arm. “Don’t leave yet.” In a diminutive voice she said. “I think we’d better talk”.”OK”, I said, sitting down on the bed, pulling my robe over my aching erection. I felt her sit down at the end.She said, “I’m sorry for touching you like that, it was inappropriate. I hope you can forgive me.” I told her that it was an understandable thing to do with both of us sort of high and dry as it were and asked her forgiveness as well.”She was silent for a moment and then she said, “I really didn’t mind you touching me just now, but I’m glad we stopped.” Underneath the robe my still dripping cock released another stream which dripped down the shaft and pooled in my pubic hair.”I really didn’t mind you touching me either.””David”,”Yes?””Can we kind of keep this little incident to ourselves?””Who did you think I was going to tell, our parents?””Well, I know that you and Sandy talk about stuff a lot and I’d appreciate if you kind of kept this under your hat. I don’t think I could face her if she knew”.”If that’s what you want, I’ll respect that. As far as I’m concerned, it never happened.””Thank you brother, it’ll be a whole lot easier to face you in the future if we both just kind of put this out of our memories”.I thought for a moment and said “I think I can develop a pretty good case of amnesia””Thank you brother, that really puts my mind at rest.” A long silence and then she said, “I kind of wish you’d have kept on.””Touching you?””Yes, it felt so nice and now I’m worse off than I was before the whole thing started.”You’re not alone,” I said ruefully.”Hard huh?””You have no idea.””I think I just might. My cunt is on fire. I know it’s wrong, but it’s been so long since anyone has touched me…. Except for a quickie blow-job…I’ve touched my own pussy…so much…too much…I want someone else to do it with me for a change…anyone else.”We still can””I know, but I don’t think we should…. at least not touch each other…no matter how much we want to it would be…wrong.”Under the robe, my hand grasped my hard dick and gingerly touched the dripping head. “I’ve got to admit I’m still very aroused,” I said, “Me too, but we shouldn’t be touching each other like we were. Is your cock as hard as it was when I touched you?””Yes, is your pussy still as slippery as it was?”I’ll let you decide, listen and tell me what you think.” In the darkness I heard a wet slippery sound that was clearly the sound her fingers were making as she teased her clit.”Maybe we could just touch ourselves.””David, I already am.”I could hear the slippery little sounds she made as she teased her clit. Pushing the bulky robe off my rigid cock I felt the cool air rush over it’s surface and shuddered as I heard Gretta unconcernedly and openly touching herself at the other end of the bed.I began to rub my engorged cock in time to the barely discernible sounds she made sitting on her end of the bed and said, “I can hear you playing with your cunt right now””Yes, I am, I can’t seem to help myself, I hope you don’t think I’m a slut.” The sound of her masturbation increased in tempo and I matched her, jacking my cock faster. “I wish you could see me sitting here with my legs spread totally naked just rubbing my cunt like some kind of nasty girl who’ll let her own brother watch her masturbate.”Now you’ve got me doing it too, I don’t think you’re a slut just because you can’t help rubbing your pussy. Even if you are my sister listening to you and thinking about what you’re doing is making me just as crazy I can’t seem to stop jacking off either.””I know, I can hear you. I’m glad you’re doing it with me, jacking your cock while I rub my cunt, I feel so nasty!””Like you did with your roommate in school?”Gretta gasped “Once we let her boyfriend watch us.””What did he do?””Just sat there for a while and watched. Pretty soon his dick was sticking up in his pants and, this was so sweet, he asked her if he could do it with us.””Did she let him?””Not right away, she said he had to just watch so he sat there and squeezed himself through his pants. Pretty soon he was trying to jack off but he couldn’t really manage it with his pants on.””What happened then?””He started asking again, this time he was really desperate, but she still wouldn’t let him. She stood up in front of him and started rubbing her pussy really fast and asking him how bad he wanted to touch his dick.””He must have been begging by this time” I said moving my hand rapidly up and down the slippery length of my aching cock as I listened to Gretta briskly rubbing her slippery cunt.”Oh he was” Gretta said in an unsteady voice laced with agitation as she openly masturbated herself and listened to me doing the same.”Did she let him do it?””First she made herself cream in front of him and then told me I should do it with her and then he lost control.””What did he do?”He pulled his pants down and started jacking off while he watched me doing it.””What did she do?”Gretta moaned and said, “If I tell you this part, I’m going to cream myself right here, I always come when I get to this part…I don’t think we should come…in front of each other””So stop playing with your cunt and tell me what happened.””Ok, Ok, I’m stopping.” I heard her take a ragged breath, “Ok, anyway, she went over to him and made him stop jacking off, but I just kept on doing it until I climaxed right in front of him. She was standing behind him and while I was doing it, you know coming, she reached around and stroked him once or twice and he was shooting cream all over me while I finished myself.””There was a moments silence broken only by the sound of my hand moving up and down my slippery shaft.Gretta said, “That’s not fair, you’re still doing it.””I can’t seem to help myself, I’m thinking about you standing in front of her boyfriend” I said, now masturbating unreservedly, my hand moving up and down a shaft that was slick with pre-come, “and what it’d be like to touch you…to squirt all over you right now.””Me too, if we could, I’d have you touch my nipples while I get my cunt off. Her tempo increased significantly and I matched her.”But what if I started squirting all over you when you started creaming?””Where kırklareli escort would you shoot?””On your legs, your breasts…. your nipples.””Would you squirt hot cream all over my face and neck?””Is that what her boyfriend did?””Oh yes, all over my face.””I’d drench you all over, especially your face. Maybe I’d do it in your mouth and then watch you cream your pussy while I did”.”Oh David, that’s so hot.” The tempo of her rubbing had increased to the point that I knew her hand would just be a blur over her cunt. My own speed was rapidly approaching hers.”Do you want me to play with your nipples while you cream?” I gasped.”Oh yes David, anything you want, I’m going to put a finger in now.” I heard the sound of her finger moving in and out as she cried, “Can you hear how wet I am? Please touch me just a little so I can come in front of you”I got to my feet and started to walk over to her when the telephone rang. I glanced at the glowing phone and the caller ID told me that this was an important call. I picked it up.”Hello?”.”Hello yourself.””Oh hi Sandy,””Are you Ok? It sounds like you’re out of breath.””No, nothings wrong, you caught me, uh working out.” I heard a giggle from Gretta as I continued.”You wouldn’t by any chance be working your cock out would you?””Um…you must be psychic.””I must be, is Gretta around?””Just a minute, I’ll…uh, get her.”I put my hand over the receiver, “It’s Sandy, she wants to talk to you.””Me?” I heard Gretta’s panicked whisper as I handed the phone to her..”Hello? Oh nothing much, we were just uh…talking.” “So much for keeping secrets” I thought to myselfI heard a giggle from Gretta.”Well maybe before I walked in, you really have a dirty mind, has anyone ever told you that?”Another giggle from Gretta and then, “Why I’d love to, thank you very much, I’ll plan on it.””Goodbye then.” She handed me the phone back to me, “She wants to talk to you.””Uh…yes?””She thinks she pulled the wool over my eyes, but we both know better don’t we?””Uh yeah, I guess we do.””It’s making me feel pretty damn salacious just thinking about what you two are working yourselves up to over there. I’ll expect a full report later with plenty of specifics but in the mean time, save some for later tonight sport; after all, it’s our anniversary and I’ve got some plans of my own, get it?””Yes Bass, I get it” I said lapsing into a deep Creole accent.”That’s the way I like, I like, I like it uh huh, uh huh.””Glad to please.””And David?””Yes?””I love you.””I love you too, see you tonight.”As I talked, sanity returned. When I put the receiver down I heard Gretta’s voice from out of the darkness, “Saved by the bell.” She sounded relieved. I know I was.Our excitement hung in the air like an invisible mist you could cut with a knife.”Maybe you’re right. I think I’m going to kick you out and finish what we started like a decent brother. I’m really sorry Gretta, I’m afraid I let things get badly out of hand.”Gretta was silent for a moment and then she said, “If anyone should apologize it ought to be me.””Nonsense, lets not start blaming ourselves, this is a perfectly natural situation for two people our age to find themselves in.””If you say so” She sounded uncertain.”I do say so and now I think I’ve got some reading to do.” I leaned over and switched on my bedside lamp.”Uh, David.”I paused and looked over at Gretta sitting on the end of my bed. Gretta had pulled her T-shirt on, but it utterly failed to conceal her swollen pussy and only accentuated her stiff and distended nipples. Her inner thighs were wet and shiny and as I stared more fluid ran down one.”Do you think I could borrow one or two of those magazines you’re planning on reading?”I had slipped of my back robe on but the sash had gotten kicked under the bed somehow.. Without the sash it hung open leaving my rigid cock entirely exposed. At this point I was really beyond minding. I saw her drop her gaze until she openly stared at my aching boner. At the same time I was looking at her red and inflamed cunt. Her hard clit clearly was visible and as I reached into the drawer she tried to pull the shirt over her exposed pussy. Her efforts were useless and I felt that they were pretty halfhearted as well.In my mind I imagined my beautiful sister lying in her bed fifteen feet away flipping through one of my very nasty books madly rubbing her drenched pussy and I said, “What kind of stories do you like?””I don’t really know, my roommate had all kinds, what kind have you got?”I slipped my robe on. As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, “Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out.””Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?””I think so, do you like those kind of stories?””Yes, very much.””Have you ever done anything like that?””No, but I’ve imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing.””Sandy and I have talked about trying something like that.””Oh David, that sounds so hot, I can just imagine you telling her what to do.””Maybe I’ll tell you about it after we try it.””I know I shouldn’t be thinking about you and her like that, but today I can’t seem to get my mind off this kind of stuff. I feel like I’m going crazy or something”Needless to say, this conversation was doing little to strengthen my resolve to put an end to this incident. “Well, lets see what I can dig up.”Gretta followed me to my closet silently. I opened the door and flipped on the light. I pulled out a pile of magazines off the shelf and sitting down on the chair put them on my desk and said, “Take a look.”When she bent over to flip through the magazines, I could easily look down the shirt she was wearing. She glanced up at me and saw me staring at her firm little breasts and went back to turning the pages without comment.As she flipped the pages she said, “It won’t bother you that I’m reading these?””Does it bother you that I’m looking at your breasts?”She reddened and then she said, “No, it excites me.””To be honest, it won’t bother me that you’re reading them, but it’s going to be pretty hard not to think about what you’re going to be doing while you read them.””Will thinking about it excite you?””Yes, very much.””Good” she said, “because knowing that you’re over here thinking about what I’m doing and doing the same thing excites me more than I can say.”She stood up and said, “Would you like to see my breasts without the shirt?” When I didn’t reply, she pulled it up exposing her hard nipples then pinched one lightly, shivering as she did so. At the same time she slapped lightly at her swollen mound and said, “I’ll be thinking of you.”I slapped my cock, spraying droplets onto Gretta’s legs and smiled saying, “I’ll be thinking about you too, now get out of here before we wind up fucking like a couple of a****ls.”Pulling the shirt back into place, she grinned back and scooped up three of the magazines. “Thank you David.”As she turned to leave, she grasped my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said, “And David, thank you for being strong for both of us.” Then she gave me a kiss.I know she intended it to be a sisterly peck, but as soon as our lips touched, my mouth opened a little and her soft tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss became passionate. We both broke the kiss at the same time and stepped back from each other.Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled her breathing was ragged and of course I’ve already written how excited and aroused we both were even before the kiss. I can only imagine what I looked like.Lowering her gaze from me, she again stared at my aching cock and said, “If you want, you can come in my room and watch.””Gretta, I’d better not.””OK, I guess I’ll see you later and David, please don’t forget our agreement””None of this ever happened,” I said, already regretting my decision to remain in my room.”Remember, amnesia” she said.”I’ve already forgotten,” I said, taking a last look at her swollen and distended pussy as she turned to leave.A moment later, the door shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don’t really think I need to describe what they were. My stroke books were pretty useless considering what I knew to be taking place in the room across the hall. I turned out the lights and lay down to finish myself and drift off to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I imagined Gretta next door, leafing through our books and rubbing her pussy. I know she would be thinking about what I was doing and wishing I was there to cream with her, to spew sperm on her. I imagined this happening and started to stroke my sore and aching cock. I thought I heard a muffled cry, but the soundproofing is pretty good. I’m sure that it was just my imagination.”Maybe she’s doing what I did last time and listening outside my door.” I thought to myself, shivering as I did so.It wouldn’t take much to send me over. I caressed myself once or twice and stopped, intending to make this moment last a little longer. I removed my hands from my aching cock and lay there feeling the lust course through me. From the hall I heard a muffled cry. She was standing outside my closed door diddling her swollen and distended cunt; I just knew it.That was nearly all it took. Unable to control myself I cried out Gretta’s name and prepared to let nature take it’s course. I felt my rigid member stiffen and contract and stiffen again. I stood on the edge of orgasm, breathlessly waiting for the final spasm and then I began to subside a little.I continued torturing myself like this for the next few minutes, bringing myself to the brink and then backing off. I heard Gretta cry out once or twice and each time nearly ended it for me. There was no doubt, she was doing it in the hallway.Finally, I took my final approach and just as I passed the point of no return, there was a gentle knock and the door opened. Gretta stood framed in the dim light from the hall, still wearing that little T-shirt but naked from the waist down. At least I think she was naked. All I could really see of her was her silhouette. There is no doubt in my mind that she was able to see me. The light from the hall provided more than enough illumination.Shamed and embarrassed, I cried, “Gretta, no!.” It was far too late for me to stop. The mortification and disgrace I felt struggled with my excitement as my cock contracted as if it had a mind of its own. Even as I struggled to bring myself under control my cream began to rain down on me. I felt a warm splash against my cheek and another on my neck. I was helpless, unable to stop my unconcerned cock from squirting high into the air as my sister stood in the doorway watching. I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure course through my body, utterly ashamed of the fact that Gretta was watching me do this.Suddenly heard a movement next to my bed. There was a rapid sloshing sound accompanied by a low sobbing moan and I felt a splash of warm liquid pouring over my face and neck. I opened my eyes just in time to see Gretta standing next to the bed. She had placed one foot on the bed and had one remaining on the floor. At some point between the time I saw her standing in the door and now, she had removed the shirt she was wearing. Her nipples stood out stiff and rigid and her breasts looked like they had grown a couple of sizes.My eyes widened as she reached out to try to catch the sperm that rained down from my convulsing dick that continued to spray my cream into the air.Her hand moved rapidly in and out of her cunt and I could see she had inserted at least three fingers into herself as she shuddered and whimpered, “Me too, I’ve got to do it too, don’t leave me all alone, I’ve got to-“She stiffened and a stream of warm liquid arched from her cunt and began to splash against my cock, which was still shooting diminishing jets of cream into the air. For a few seconds I could feel my own sperm showering my body and at the same time Gretta’s warm stream pouring over me as well. I stiffened and shuddered with renewed passion. My cock grew absolutely rigid and gave one enormous final spasm. I cried Gretta’s name as a huge stream of hot cream arched high into the air landing on Gretta’s face, neck and breasts with an audible splashing slap.Her eyes widened, then she whispered, “You’re doing it on me.” One hand moved over her breasts smearing my seed as she reached up and pinched a rigid nipple, whimpering as she did so. Her other hand continued to piston in and out of her pussy, the sloshing became much wetter. She sobbed, “Now I’m doing it on you, watch me now, ah yes, feels so nice with you watching me do it for you, on you — here I go” another stream of liquid cascaded onto my chest. It grew in strength and splashed against my neck. Warm droplets sprayed on my face and cheeks as she groaned, “”David, I’m sorry, but when I saw you doing it. She shuddered and continued – I couldn’t help it – I just want to – Let you see me do it too – like I’m doing – right now. Oh here I go again” This time, the liquid splashed against her hand spattering and raining between her legs, running in rivulets down her thighs.We were both motionless for a few moments, feeling our orgasms subside and the warm afterglow creep through our trembling limbs. Gretta collapsed into a heap on the floor sobbing bitterly.Without thinking, I pulled her up into the bed and held her as her body was wracked with sobs. “There, there” I said as I pulled her closer, our naked flesh coming into contact, really for the first time. I realized as I held her that we were both coated with our sexual juices and the result of our nearly mutual climax. Our skin slid against each other, lubricated by a generous measure of the warm liquid we had just sprayed on each other.Through her tears she choked, “You must think I’m a real slut now”I whispered in her ear, “Never, I’d never think that about you, I love you.” Her sobbing intensified, “But not like a sister.” I softly reassured her, Yes, I still love you like a sister, we just got carried away, it could have happened to anyone.””But it happened to us” she sobbed”That’s OK I whispered, pulling her into bed and wrapping my arms around her “we can pretend like it never happened.”She let me cuddle up to her and as her tears subsided I heard her whisper, “Just hold me for a while David.” In a moment, we were both sound asleep folded together like a pair of spoons wrapped in my blanket.I woke up an hour or two later from an incredibly erotic dream. For a minute or two I was half in the dream and half awake, trying to return to the dream, anxious to finish it and yet aware that it was fading away into the mist of my subconscious.It was one of those incredibly detailed dreams that remain imprinted on the memory long after a return to the waking world. I had been dreaming I was tied to a chair watching Sandra and Gretta masturbate together in front of a mirror. We were in a darkened room lit by many candles and filled with the scent of incense. Despite the fact that I couldn’t touch myself and neither Sandy or Gretta was touching me, for some mysterious reason I was very close to orgasm. I don’t think either girl was even aware of my presence. Their backs were to me, but I could see them both reflected in the mirror. Gretta was wearing a blindfold. Now and then Sandy would lean over and whisper something in her ear. When she did this, Gretta would do something to herself. Once she slapped her pussy – hard, followed by a light spanking that went on until Sandy leaned over and whispered that she should stop. After another whispered command, she pinched a nipple, shuddering as she did so. Another whisper and she stopped touching herself entirely, standing motionless listening to the sound Sandy’s fingers made as she rubbed her cunt feverishly telling Gretta that she was approaching orgasm and then asking her if she should go ahead and cream. Gretta shook her head violently but wordlessly and Sandy stopped, turning to a small table that sat next to the mirror.Sandy picked up a pair of handcuffs and said, “I’ve stopped, but I don’t trust you. You might make yourself come without permission. Again the wordless shake of her head, but she slipped the cuffs onto Gretta’s thin wrists anyway fastening her hands behind her back.My quivering cock stuck straight out and leaked a steady stream of pre come into a puddle that had been accumulating on the seat of the chair as I watched them both. I knew that pretty soon I my sperm would be spattering on the floor as they continued this erotic game mindless my reaction. I tried to speak, but no words would come. I realized that I did not possess the power of speech.They both returned to the mirror and Sandy began caressing Gretta whispering in her ear. She stood behind Gretta as her hands moved over her body, pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts. It was a minute or two before I realized that despite the handcuffs Gretta was able to touch Sandy’s pussy when she was standing close behind her. Sandy was standing on tiptoe to allow her this access, constantly repositioning herself so Gretta could continue to touch her.For the first time, I allowed my eyes to wander around the room and became aware that we three weren’t the only people there. In the shadows, situated not to far from me were a couple, a man and a woman. Like me, they were restrained in chairs. The woman was young, but not as young as Gretta, or Sandy. She had large brown eyes and sandy blonde brown hair. Her skin was very fair and I judged her to be a medium sized girl, perhaps five foot five or six inches tall. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized man’s white shirt buttoned up except for the top two or three buttons and nothing else Although she was wearing a shirt, her breasts seemed to be large and heavy, but firm enough not to sag badly when she wasn’t wearing a bra. Obviously this was one of those times. Her face was flushed and it was clear she had been watching both the girls as long as I had with a similar reaction. Even though the shirt was unmistakably one or two sizes larger than she was I could clearly see her distended nipples as they poked at the fabric. The shirt was snug across her breasts. As I watched her I could see that she was moving herself in an effort to create friction between the shirt and her very stiff nipples. Her shapely legs were spread as she ground her pelvis helplessly against the smooth seat of the chair. Even from where I sat I could see that it wasn’t doing much good. I could hear the squishing sound she was making in her fruitless effort to achieve some sort of gratification. Because of our relative positioning, I couldn’t see her pussy even though the shirt had ridden up far enough for me to know that it was exposed.She seemed to notice me at the same time I noticed her, at first blushing deeply and then flashing me such a look of helpless excitement and passion that my cock jumped an inch or two. She looked at my cock with such impotent hunger that I nearly came right then. I bounced my rigid cock once or twice and it throbbed, slowly discharging a long string of sticky fluid that hung between the tip of my cock and the puddle in the chair a long time. Eventually it parted expanding the growing puddle so it began to drip off the seat of the chair and onto the floor. When I looked back at her, she had thrust her pelvis up out of the chair so I could just see the mound of her pussy over the tops of her hands which were restrained to the arms of the wooden chair.. As she returned to a sitting position, the look on her face told me that she had wanted me to see her exposed in this intimate manner.Her husband or boyfriend was a little taller than she was with dark brown hair that fell in a shock across his face. His broad shoulders and well-developed muscles said either construction worker or weight lifter to me. He wore a blindfold and jockey shorts. The shorts were distended to a ridiculous proportion by the erection they contained. He had reached this state of excitement simply by listening to the sounds Sandy and Gretta were making in the sweetly scented room. He also was fruitlessly thrusting his erection against the tight fabric with about the same fulfillment his wife was getting trying to sc**** her nipples against the taunt cotton of her oversized shirt.I looked at her again and caught her eye. We exchanged frustrated and horny looks. I began bouncing my erection until the drops flying from the tip were spattering the floor in front of my chair and were s**ttered over my legs chest neck and chin. She responded by raising her pelvis again, this time a little higher. She was trying to give me a better view and she succeeded. Even in the shadow I could see the lubrication shining on her pubic mound and coating the tops of her thighs. After a moment she lowered herself back into the chair and we both resumed watching Sandy and Gretta.Sandy was no longer in back of Gretta. She had taken her by the arm and was leading her toward the couple. When she reached them, she gently directed Gretta until she stood in front of the man. A whispered command in her ear and she steeped forward until her legs hit his knees. She stopped and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.Stepping to the side of his chair, Sandy tugged his jockey shorts down until his cock bounced free. Then she pulled them out of the way and placing her hand on the back of Gretta’s head began to guide her toward his cock, now standing free.There was a flurry of motion next to me and I could see that the girl with the brown hair and large breasts was shaking her head violently.Sandy stepped in front of her a slight sardonic smile on her face. “Don’t like the idea of Gretta here sucking your husbands dick?”The woman shook her head negatively, hair flying.”I’ll bet you’d rather be doing that, maybe even make Gretta watch instead?”The woman was nodding Sandy stood there a moment as if considering her wished and then smiling sardonically she muttered half to herself, “Too bad for you that you’re not in charge.”Sandra walked behind the other man’s chair and tipping it back so the two front legs were off the floor, she slowly dragged him around so he was sitting in front of the woman and I. The chair left scratches on the shining hardwood floor and his erect cock bounced as she maneuvered him into place. A fine sheen of sweat stood out on her taunt muscles and her firm breasts bounced as she lowered the legs of his chair back to the ground. Sandy then went around to the woman’s chair and simply pushed it the five or six feet that had been separating us until we were sitting side by side. We were so close our arms were touching and I could feel the heat of her body through the sleeves of the thin white cotton shirt. Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons.”I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn’t that right?”The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking.”As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!”I looked at her closely for the first time. Her face wore an expression of unknowable sorrow and heartbreak. At the same time she was flushed and her lips were reddened and slightly swollen. Her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged I saw that her attention was divided between her husband who sat in front of us, erection sticking straight up and my own raging cock, now nearly close enough for her to touch.Sandy had finished unbuttoning her shirt and her breasts were exposed for the first time. The nipples were very dark and hard and her areola was swollen as well. Glancing down, I was able to see her cunt for the first time and despite the heavy brown pubic hair that covered it I could see her labia, bright red and swollen, slick and shiny with anticipation and lubrication that continued to flow even as I watched.Wordlessly Sandy reached down and slipped her finger over her oozing pussy and just grazed the edge of her labia. The woman’s reaction was immediate. She promptly spread her legs so wide, I could feel her knees touching mine and thrust her pelvis toward the teasing fingers. Sandy removed her hand swiftly almost before the pathetically aroused woman had a chance to feel it.”See what I mean, why he should be expected to be faithful to a slut like you escapes me.”Sandy stepped over to where Gretta still knelt on the floor and had her move, remaining on her knees, in front of the guy’s new location she bent over and whispered in Gretta’s ear again and my sister leaned down and began to kiss his hard cock. It bounced around as Gretta kissed up and down its length. Beside me, I felt the woman stiffen. She was shaking and looking over I watched a single tear run down her cheek and then another; she was crying. Some of the impact of her pain was lost on me because even as she wept silently, she continued to slide herself against the smooth wooden surface of her chair, making wet, sticky sounds as she did. Sandra stood next to her watching the entire scene and lightly slapping her swollen cunt as we both continued to squirm in our respective seats.In front of us Gretta had progressed to the next stage of my neighbors torture and had slipped her lips over the head of the cock before her and was working herself up and down, taking in a little more each time she slid her lips over his swollen shaft. Gretta’s nipples were erect and swollen, pulled into even greater prominence by her hands being cuffed behind her back. As I watched, a single drop of her sweet lubrication feel from between her legs and lay glistening on the shining hardwood floor. Another followed, landing with an almost imperceptible dripping sound, doubling the size of the glistening pool.Almost against my will, I started to bounce my cock again, aware of my neighbors conflict and pain, but I couldn’t help myself. I listened to the sounds Gretta was making, now swallowing nearly three fourths of his stiff cock. I could see the beads of perspiration form on his cheeks and chest as he struggled to stave off orgasm and final evidence of his base a****l nature. Standing next to him and rubbing her pussy, Sandy continued to survey all of us as we squirmed in unavailing passion and impotent desire.Suddenly I felt a warm hand take mine. It took me a second to realize that my neighbor had just enough freedom of movement to be able to do this. In a strange way it was this single gesture that made this dream so erotic, so memorable I can recount it here, nearly word for word.We sat there, holding hands, this strange woman with tears running down her face as Gretta slid her lips up and down her husband’s erect shaft. As her head moved up and down her cunt drooled a steady stream of fluid onto the puddle that was growing between her legs. Every once in a while I would hear a drop fall from the puddle in the seat of my own chair. This sound was punctuated by the slippery sounds my neighbor made as she slid her own swollen cunt against the cool smooth surface of her chair in a fruitless and pathetic effort to obtain some sort of gratification from that unsympathetic surface.Sandy leaned over and spoke into his ear in a conversational tone. “Your wife is watching you right now my fine fellow and I hate to say it, but your performance is pretty disappointing. She’s crying. If you let yourself come, she’s liable to think you really don’t love her that much after all.”His face contorted under the blindfold and he tried to pull back form the hungry mouth that slid up and down his swollen manhood without mercy.Stepping over to my neighbor, Sandy spoke in an offhand manner over her shoulder, “But frankly, if you could see how aroused she is, I think you’d be a little dissatisfied with her restraint also.”Lightly slapping my neighbors swollen cunt, you said, “Isn’t that right my dear, you’d let someone make you cream right now wouldn’t you?”My neighbor didn’t reply. As tears continued to course down her cheeks, she spread her legs and allowed you to continue to lightly spank her aching and swollen pussy. Her husband was growing more and more agitated as Gretta’s relentless lips slid up and down his cock. It grew slipperier as his semen mixed with Gretta’s saliva and his efforts to stave off the inevitable orgasm proved as ineffective as his wife’s efforts to hasten her own.Sandra stopped spanking my neighbor’s pussy, stepped back and resumed masturbating as she watched the inescapable conclusion unfolding.Gretta continued sucking on his hard, slippery cock and as tears streamed from beneath the blindfold, he gave up his fruitless struggle to not climax in front of his wife.We saw his body grow taunt. I felt the pressure of my neighbors grasp intensify and suddenly we could both hear Gretta swallowing as his tortured cock released its load into her sweet warm mouth. At the same time we both heard a small spattering and watched as a shower of liquid issued from between Gretta’s legs running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. All the while Gretta continued to swallow an apparently extensive amount of hot cream. She was not entirely successful. Despite swallowing as fast as she could, the volume overcame her. A string of his sperm dripped from her chin falling to the floor and mixing with the large puddle that continued to expand between her legs as she shuddered and squirted a forceful stream that spattered and splashed as we watched.I felt the tight grip my neighbor had on my hand loosen a bit and looked over at her. She had closed her eyes and the tears that had stained her face were drying. Her glasses were fogged over and her face had such an expression of bliss and relief that I was dumbstruck. She was shuddering violently and I realized that she too was climaxing. Her breasts, which she had thrust forward were flushed and covered with goose pimples, the nipples standing rigid and erect. I looked down and saw that her pussy was slowly running with cream and as I watched it contract and another flow of cream oozed over the swollen lips of her cunt onto a mound already slick with her excitement. At that moment, I felt a movement at my feet. I looked down and Gretta knelt there, preparing to slide her soft lips over my turgid manhood while Sandy guided her efforts, her soft hand on the back of her neck. That’s when I woke up.My eyes flew open in the darkness of my own room. and at once I realized two things, well really three things. First of all, Gretta was still asleep with me. Second of all, I had a relentlessly hard dick, as rigid as a board. It was snuggly trapped between Gretta’s thighs. Third of all, I realized that Gretta had guided my hand between her legs against her cunt and was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together creating delightful pressure for both of us.Apparently she must have been doing this for some time because I was white hot with excitement before my mind had really cleared. I wondered briefly if I was still dreaming. I felt the fingers of her other hand lightly touching under the tip of my cock that just protruded from between her legs. I whispered, “Gretta””Hmm?” She said sleepily continuing to squeeze her legs together. I could feel her clit against my hand every time her legs contracted. As if it had a mind of its own my free hand moved to her naked breasts and gently brushed her nipples, first one and then the other. They were hard, like little pencil erasers. Each time I brushed them she shuddered, but made no other response, the squeezing continuing relentlessly.As I continued to lightly touch her erect nipples, her breathing deepened and the pressure of each squeeze became firmer. I continued doing this for some time and then I began to caress her shoulders and her naked arms. I felt little goose bumps rise on her flesh as I did this. I kept on touching her, my hand continuing up to her neck and for a while I lingered there stroking lightly. Then I touched her face, tracing patterns on her soft cheeks. When my finger reached her lips, I felt her lightly kiss it and then with the tip of her tongue lick it.As soon as her tongue touched my finger, I felt a small cascade of fluid gush from her already slippery cunt and realized that for some reason this excited her. I gently slipped my finger in her mouth and she immediately started to suck on it. Another rush of sweet liquid warmed my fingers and the pressure and intensity of the squeezing doubled.Moving my trapped hand only slightly, I was able to touch Gretta’s rigid clit directly. Even in this cramped space I was able to flick it back and forth. I did this once or twice and instantaneously sent her over the edge. Gretta shuddered and began to cream in earnest on the trapped hand, her breathing, now a tortured rasp as she continued sucking my finger and shaking in silent, unacknowledged orgasm. I felt a strong gush of fluid against my hand as her orgasm overtook her. I could hear it even as I felt it spatter against my trapped hand. Her stiff little clit now a rubbery little penis standing rigidly kırklareli escort erect swimming in the cream that continued to gush from her contracting pussy running over my fingers and dripping onto the sheet.She wasn’t doing it alone. At the same time she was desperately creaming herself, my cock was squirting my own warm cream over the fingers of her hand in leisurely pulses. I could hear each jet spattering on the bed until she covered the tip with her hand capturing my ejaculation and letting it spill over her palm and through her fingers to run down her leg in a warm stream.We held each other shuddering in diminishing passion until the soft afterglow swept us back to sleep amid the tangled and damp wreckage of my bed.I woke up an hour or so later and gingerly climbed out of bed showered and went out on the couch to finish off my nap. When I woke again, it was late afternoon and Gretta was nowhere to be seen.For a moment I just rested looking at the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and then the gravity of our behavior began to dawn on me. As I was occupied with these dark thoughts, Gretta breezed into the room as if nothing had happened and said, “Have you taken to sleeping out here? I know the couch is comfortable, but you’ve got a bed you know.”She left the room without a backward glance and came in with coffee a few moments later. Looking directly at her for the first time, I said, “Gretta, about this afternoon..””What about it?” She said unconcernedly, “I mean, David, it’s your apartment and if you want to sleep on the couch, that’s your business.”I was thunderstruck. Apparently she was taking the not talking about it thing seriously. I played along. As she was leaving, I went to kiss her and she offered me a cheek upon which I deposited a brotherly peck.”What’s that for? She asked quizzically.”I’m just glad you’re my sister.” I said”I’m glad you’re my brother too, but I’ve got to run, I’ll see you tonight.”She dashed out the door leaving me standing in a silent apartment.When I went back in my room, the bed was made and I couldn’t tell if the sheets had been changed or not I ran to the laundry hamper to see if there was an extra set of sheets there, but it was empty.I stood thinking for a minute and went to check my stash of erotic reading material and three books were missing. “Family Love”, “Perverted Stories” and “Erotic Letters.”I’m ashamed to admit that I went through some of Gretta’s room and they weren’t there, at least where I could find them. Her bed was also made.Here’s my question. Did this really happen? Did I just have the world’s most erotic dream or am I going crazy? You tell me.I was shaking my head as I went downstairs to celebrate our anniversaryJUST OFF COASTAL HIGHWAY 101, 40 MILES NORTH OF SAN-FRANCISCOAn hour later I was driving along the coast highway relishing the wild and beautiful drive along the Pacific.While I’ve got the mansion in the sky, Sandy has the house on the beach. It’s not quite as luxurious as mine is, but on the other hand she owns it free and clear; not a little thing for a twenty-four year old. It’s white stucco Spanish style three bedroom home that sits about twenty feet above the water on a nice flat piece of land, not perched on a hill like many Northern California homes. The home is both mudslide and earthquake proof.At six that evening I drove up the cobbled drive to Sandy’s semi-secluded home and parked my car. I had decided that a tuxedo was overkill and had worn a dark suit. It turned out I was right on the money.Sandy greeted me at the door wearing the proverbial little black dress. Susan, she said was still dressing.Now Sandy always is stunning, but tonight she was exceptional. Her flawless complexion was set off by the dark dress. Her neckline didn’t exactly plunge, rather it dipped fetchingly showing the tops of her extraordinary breasts to such an advantage it nearly took my breath away. Her hemline hovered somewhere between modest and “Hey look at me!” I looked and as usual I liked what I was seeing. As usual she wore flats that accentuated her diminutive stature.She was delighted with the diamond studs I brought with me and put them on without hesitation. They added the final touch to her ensemble. Of course I had the thing that I felt would really add the final touch. In my pocket I carried a small black velvet box containing a ring that had made a considerable dent in my financial life. I had decided that tonight was the night. I was going to ask Sandy to marry me. I felt a tingle of terror combined with a rush of pure excitement every time I thought about it. I’d decided that If Susan was with us tonight, well all the better. “The more the merrier.” I thought to myself.Sandy had just finished putting the last stud in when Susan came into the room. She too was wearing a dark evening dress and while her hemline ended just above the knee, her neckline did plunge revealing a delightful portion of her anatomy without appearing tacky. Unlike her sister she had absolutely no compunction about wearing the classic “”come fuck me”” pumps which added a couple of inches to her height and caused her to jiggle agreeably when she walked. Smiling she extended her hand saying, “I don’t think we’ve been introduced properly.” Sandy stepped up to us saying, “Susan, this is David, David, this is my sister Susan.””Pleased to meet you.””Likewise, I’m sure.”The door chimes interrupted our conversation.”I wonder who that could be?” Sandy said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Excuse me for a moment both of you.”Sandy reappeared with a couple I had never met. The fellow was rather nondescript, but the girl was practically a carbon copy of Sandy except taller. Her jet-black hair was cut in a straight line at her naked white shoulders. Her deep brown eyes shone with good humor, but somewhere back there was a sparkle that capered with the gentle radiance of piercing intelligence. The dark formal evening dress she wore showed more than a hint of the tops of her lovely breasts. They were set off with a diamond pendant that sparkled and shone in the slight shadow her cleavage cast between them. I heard Susan shout “Richard!” and felt a rush of air as she ran past me and flung herself in the man’s arms.Smiling, Sandy stepped to my side and took my hand.”Please allow me to introduce my step brother Richard and his girlfriend Amy.”Susan unwrapped herself from Richard and allowed me to shake his hand and then Amy’s.Susan was looking at Sandy with adoration. “I might have known…” she began.”Happy Birthday” Sandy replied, “I know it’s been years since we’ve gotten together and we’ve got a lot to celebrate besides just your Birthday. At this point she gave me a meaningful glance. I wondered if she suspected my intentions. Before I had the chance to dig for information, she turned away and began mixing drinks for the group.”Do you think that’s wise?” I asked, “If we’re going out tonight should we start drinking before we even leave?”Sandy stopped rattling ice cubes long enough to look up with a bemused expression.”Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of.”We stood in the living room making small talk for a little while when the chimes rang again. Sandy disappeared again and when she returned, my sister Gretta was with her and also dressed to kill. Her long blonde hair hung down in a simple braid that reached past her waist and she was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress. If Susan’s dress plunged, Gretta’s was doing a nosedive with a neckline that dropped nearly to her navel. It struck me that her slender build might not make her a very good fertility goddess, but fashion wise; she had a lot going for her. This skirt was short too. Not flashy short, but short enough to force a man ogling her to make some hard choices.Sandy had taken her by the arm and was steering her toward the bar. As she passed me she glanced at my face and then blushed. The blush spoke volumes, I believe she actually did remember what I think happened earlier this afternoon, but I doubt she would admit it to me.”I’m sorry the invitation came so late, but I wanted to ensure total secrecy and I know how close you and David are.””That’s quite all right, there aren’t many girls who would invite the sister to an anniversary dinner…or the other thing.””Well, we are an unusual family.”Sandy gave Gretta a piercing glance and raised a finger to her lips and Gretta nodded in return.While Sandy introduced Gretta all around I wondered what the hell was going on. Clearly there was a big secret afoot that everyone except me seemed to know. The door chime interrupted my musings.”David, would you please get that?”At first I thought the police were at the door, but after a moment I realized that fellow standing on the porch was some kind of chauffeur. My suspicions were confirmed when he spoke up.Your limousine is here” and handing me a card he continued, “Just call me when you’re ready to depart.”I walked back into the living room in a daze. “There’s a guy out front who say’s we’ve ordered a limousine. If he’s on the clock I guess we’d better get a move on””Don’t worry about it” Sandy said with a careless wave of her hand, “the car is ours for as long as we want it. You can all finish your drinks, but don’t gulp, I’ve got to make a couple of calls.” With this she disappeared into another room.In her absence I listened to the small talk and learned that Amy and Richard lived in Denver Colorado where Amy was attending post graduate school and Richard wrote for one of the local papers. It turned out that everyone ion the group was meeting Amy for the first time as well as Gretta and I.Sandy reentered the room saying, “We’re ok to go if everyone’s ready.” We all were. Our chauffeur stood beside the open door and helped us into the commodious seating area. I sunk into plush softness and wondered where we were going.Sandy of course was not forthcoming. When I asked, she just smiled mysteriously and began pouring drinks.”I hope you’re not trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.” I joked. Sandy, again, just smiled. Gretta and Amy had struck up a conversation and were talking animatedly. Susan and Richard were likewise absorbed. Sandy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Happy Anniversary David, I thought is was about time for you to meet some of my family and…also time for them to meet you.”I looked into her eyes and said, “I’m glad you feel like this, I hope you feel this way…forever.”She didn’t say anything for a minute and then slowly nodded.”That’s what tonight’s about David.””Forever?””Maybe.””What do you mean by that?” I asked uneasily.”It all depends on you.” She said, flashing that mysterious smile again, the passing lights reflecting on her flawless skin. I felt a pang of love that warmed me to my very core. She took my hand and we sat in contented silence sipping our drinks as the city lights slid by the window.Fifteen minutes later we pulled up at the Four Seasons where there were reservations for dinner.Now I’m not going to spend the next six paragraphs describing dinner except to say that it was superlative. If you’ve eaten at a five-star restaurant you know how we spent a wonderful couple of hours. If you haven’t, no amount of descriptive prose can possibly describe the delightful culinary experience such a meal entails.Desert was finished and we were all pleasantly stuffed. I was working up my courage and had actually reached into my pocket to grasp the black velvet box when I heard the sound of a fork ringing on a crystal wineglass. Sandy was tapping the fork against the glass and continued doing so until all conversation around the table had ceased. We all looked at her in expectant silence.”I have an announcement to make and I wanted you all here to share in it.”Sandy stood up from the table and reaching into her small black handbag removed two small packages. She handed the smallest to me saying “I never thought I’d find the perfect guy, but it appears I have, David, would you marry me?”Inside the box was a plain platinum engagement band.”I…uh I…””He has this speech impediment,” Sandy said to no one in particular.”I…can’t believe you’ve upstaged me” I said reaching into my pocket and extracting the little velvet box which I handed to her. “Does this answer your question?”The subdued lights flashed and flickered off the obscenely large stone topping the engagement ring.”Why David, this is positively vulgar.” Sandy said in delight slipping it onto her finger, “I love it…and I love you…but there’s one more thing.” She handed me the other package she’d been holding, a small flat black box.I opened it. Inside what appeared top be a small gold credit card was set in a velvet-lined case. It clearly wasn’t a credit card as there were no numbers or dates. Where the card logo would normally appear was a holographic photo of me. Where the card information was usually printed was instead this admonition, Achieve distinctionLove many with Integrity Live impeccably for yourselfBelow this were four interwoven symbols. The symbol for a man linked with another man, which in turn was linked with a woman, which was also linked to another woman. I turned the card over. My name was printed on the backside above a magnetic strip.I looked up questioningly.”Congratulations David you are now a member of “Eros”, most exclusive sexual fellowship on earth.””I’ve never heard of it” I said.”Well, not many people have. It stands for the Erotically Responsive Organization of Sexuality. They’re pretty low-key, and membership is by invitation only. I’d heard rumors, but until a couple of months ago, I wasn’t sure it was real.””What happened?””Someone asked me to join.””Did you?”Not alone; we’ve both joined. They finished the background checks and personality screening about a month ago and then we had to be approved by a 95% vote of the membership.””How many members are there?””They don’t really share that, but many thousands of people belong all over the world.””What kind of tests did you say I passed?””Remember that personality quiz I e-mailed you a couple of months ago?””Yes…about twenty pages of quiz” I said ruefully.”They do extensive screening of their members. No member is admitted who has been convicted of a crime involving a c***d or v******e. No member is admitted who is even suspected of harboring what they consider unacceptable sexual appetites.’Such as…?””Pedophilia for one. They frown on b********y and real sexual v******e like **** and stalking, but besides that they’re pretty open-minded. Along with personality screening they do an Interpol check as well as a cross check with all the states.””But some criminals are admitted?””Some, they’d have to throw out half of the Washington membership if no criminals were allowed not to mention political criminals in other countries. They want to keep it interesting but they also want to keep the riff-raff out.”I looked around the table and everyone seemed to be tracking with what Sandy was saying except Gretta who looked a little shell-shocked.”Are you all members of this…club?” she asked in a small voice. Immediately everyone at the table shook their heads except for Sandy…and of course me.”Nope” Sandy said, David and I are the first, but after the initial year, we’re permitted to invite one person a year into the fellowship and in the mean time we can bring guests.”How many?” Amy asked with a libidinous sparkle in her eye.”Two per member, which, if my arithmetic is correct should cover all of us. We do however have a Doctor of Mathematics with us, Gretta, am I right?””Um…yes.” Gretta muttered. “But I’m a little worried about what I’m getting into here.””Don’t be” Sandy said, “It’s an exclusive club and if at any time you become uneasy there’s a lounge and other activities up front that you can enjoy. If you want you can leave right now and the Limousine will take you right home.”At this point Amy spoke up. “Come on Gretta, Live a little.””Well…ok, sure” Gretta said, not looking ok or sure at all.At this point, Sandy looked at Gretta and asked, “Do you want to go home girlfriend?”Looking disconsolate, Gretta nodded. ” just have a lot to think about right now and I don’t know if this is right for me or not.””I understand” Sandy said gently, “When we get to the club, just stay in the car and have the driver take you home.””You’re sure you don’t mind?””Of course not, we’ll invite you again…if you want.””Thanks everyone and David and Sandy, congratulations, I love you both.”Fifteen minutes later everyone except Gretta was getting out of the car in front of a nondescript building.Sandy and I arrived back at the apartment long before dawn. The festivities at Eros had turned out to be somewhat of a disappointment. We all had a tour and an orientation but it turned out that the guests couldn’t really participate until a background check and blood tests had been done. As the girl giving the tour had explained somewhat apologetically, ““When an organization is involved in providing services like ours liability is a major concern, we have to insist anyone coming to the gatherings isn’t positive for STDs or wanted by the police.”We nodded our understanding but our disappointment was obvious.Susan and Amy had way too much to drink so we had returned them home along with Rick who promised to put them to bed. After dismissing the limousine and driver, Sandy and I returned to the apartment for a nightcap. I guess morning cap would have a more accurate term because it was long past midnight when we got there. We had decided to do a sauna and a soak in the hot tub before retiring for the night.Inside the apartment it was dark and quiet. Gretta’s door was closed and I went into the kitchen to put a snack tray and drinks together.When I returned to the living room, Sandy was sitting on the couch looking very fetching indeed.“Why did Gretta leave so suddenly” I wondered out loud.“No mystery there, she had a hot date.”Gretta?”“Yeah, with some guy she works with…Tommy or Billy or something. I doubt she’s even here…if it worked out.”We both heard Gretta’s door open and then the bathroom door shut.Sandy shot me a wry glance, “Well I guess it didn’t work out all that great.”Sandy stood up. I looked up at her. “What’s up?”“Shhhh, Gretta just went to the bathroom…”“So what?”“Let’s see what she’s been doing all night.”“Sandy” I began.“Come on…don’t be a homo!”I let myself be dragged down the hall and into the open door of Gretta’s room.Sandy stopped grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. “I just want to see something.” Gretta’s bed was unmade but the blanket had been pulled up. Sandy quickly walked to her bed and pulled the blanket down. “Just as I thought” she murmured.Spread across the sheet were several of our stroke magazines and a small vibrator. As quickly as she had pulled the blanket down, she replaced it and ran back to the door. “Come on!” she hissed, let’s not wait for Gretta…”There was no sign of Gretta in the hall and we returned to the living room. Looking at Sandy I whispered, “What the hell was all that about?”The door to the bathroom opened and we heard Gretta returning to her room.“Sandy…?”“Did you see the titles of all those magazines?” Sandy whispered.“No, you only had the blanked pulled down for a second.”“Let’s see” Sandy said, ticking the titles off on the fingers of her hand, “Family Love, Taboo Stories, Brother’s and Sister’s…are you seeing a pattern here?”A slow flush colored my face as I muttered, “Gretta’s been…”Sandy completed my sentence for me, “Imagining what we were doing at the club…and imagining what she wishes she had the courage to…do with us.”“You think?” I said rather doubtfully.“Does the Pope wear a pointed hat?”“I don’t know…fantasy and real life are sometimes pretty far apart.”Sandy snickered, “Boy are you an easy mark, not only has she spent the night imagining this stuff, but she’s obviously put some pretty serious mileage on that little vibrator of hers.”“And how would you know that?”“I guess you didn’t see the old batteries in her trash can along with the plastic wrappers for a new set?”“I must confess you’re to quick for most normal people, I didn’t see any of that.”“It’s a good thing you’re a writer, You’ll never make it as a detective.”“So what’s the point?”“Nothing except, I’m not buying off on that little miss modesty act of hers, she’s…ready for a new experience.”“And you propose we give it to her?”“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but do you remember last week when you were out of town and I slept over here for a couple of nights?”“Yeah?”“Well…I did a little home improvement I think you’ll appreciate.”“Home improvement?”“Never mind, it’s technical…and you’ll see what I’m talking about later.”“Sandy” I said, mustering my most piercing glower, “What are you up to?”She looked at me, the very picture of innocence and replied, “You could screw up a wet dream.”“I just want to know what kind of sick perverted scheme you’ve been working on.”“Do you trust me?”“Of course.”Then wait and see.”I kissed Sandy on the cheek saying, “You, my dear, are a serious pervert.”“You still have no idea.”“I don’t?”“Nope, but you’re about to find out. Say, where do you keep the really big towels?”I grabbed a couple from the closet and we both stripped off our evening clothes and wrapped up in enormous terrycloth towels.“Let’s sauna!” Sandy said and walked out the door.Five minutes later we were wrapped in towels sitting in stifling heat on the wooden benches of the sauna. The intense heat made conversation difficult. We mostly sat in silence as sweat streamed down our respective faces until Sandy, obviously having had enough of the stifling heat got up off her bench. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, “You coming?”In the case of our hot tub, lukewarm tub might be a more accurate description. While it may be relaxing to soak in a tub of nearly boiling water, I liked long soaks. We soaked for a few minutes and then I asked Sandy, “What was that little box that Amy gave you just before we left?”“Ah, that.” Sandy murmured.“Yeah that, what was it?”“It was an audio tape Amy wanted us to listen to…do you want to hear it?”“I don’t know, what’s it about?”“I’m not positive, but Amy said we should listen to it naked in bed.”I got out of the water and reached for a towel, “What’re we waiting for?”Sandy followed suit saying, “I think we’ll both enjoy this, just a couple of things…”“And those are?” I said drying myself vigorously. “I want you to take those sexually enhancing pills before we go in to listen…”“And…?”“No jacking off or cumming while we’re listening…I’d like to try for a worlds record when you finally…get relief.”“Fair enough…but what are you really up to?”“I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”Five minutes later we were both under the covers naked listening to the hiss of audio tape playing quietly from the speakers of the stereo in my room. Amy’s voice began speaking as we listened in the semi-darkened room.“I was raised in a really conservative family. No one ever talked about sex and by the time we all were in high school, I think we were really all in crisis mode.”“We all lived out of town on a farm, so in addition to being jammed in with my sisters and brothers we were all fairly isolated.”“I slept in a bunk bed. My younger sister slept on top and my older sister Lisa slept on a couch bed across the room. Our two brothers slept across the hall.“Even living in that close a quarters we were extremely modest. We dressed and undressed in the bathroom down the hall and we girls always wore pajamas to bed. The boys were the same way.”“When we got into high school, it got pretty uncomfortable around there. I mean what do you do when you’re horny about twenty four hours a day and you don’t know what to do about it…or have anyone you can talk to about it?”“Anyway…our parents decided to take a cruise for their twentieth wedding anniversary. They didn’t want to leave us alone…so they called up my aunt and uncle and had our cousins Rebecca and Stewart watch us for the two weeks they were planning on being gone.”“I remember being really pissed because Rebecca was only a year older than I was, but because she’d graduated a year early she was going to start college in the fall. Her brother Stewart was a couple of years older than that, about Lisa’s age. If Lisa hadn’t been off working at a summer camp I’m sure our parents would have had her watch us and none of this might have happened”“Anyway…Rebecca and Stewart came to stay for a couple of weeks and mom and dad went off on their cruise. It was the middle of summer so we were all bored to death. One hot afternoon my twin brother and I decided to go down to the pond for a swim. My sister saw us getting ready and asked to come along. I said, “sure” and we got into our swimming suits and off we went.”“We had just come up over the rise where the pond was when we heard low voices from the woods ringing the pond. Wondering if the boys had decided to take a swim also, Heather and I stopped and listened. I could hear Rebecca and Stewart talking.”“I put a finger to my lips and whispered to Heather and Jim, “Let’s sneak up on them”.”“We crept through the underbrush taking care to move quietly until at last we came to the clearing in the woods where they were. We were both totally unprepared for the sight that greeted our eyes.”“They were both standing in the clearing kissing each other passionately. Stewart’s pants were lowered to his ankles. Rebecca was touching his penis, which was very hard and apparently slippery because we could hear the sound her hand made as it moved back and forth.Stewart’s hand was lost in the folds of her sundress, apparently doing the same thing to her. I noticed that the top of her dress had come unbuttoned exposing a great deal of her cleavage.” “As we watched in stunned silence we heard her whisper, “Watch out here I come” and then stiffen and shudder in his arms. Stewart didn’t say anything but a moment later began to squirt great streams of white stuff from out of his penis onto the ground.”“When I turned to look at Heather and my brother, their faces were a study of stunned amazement. I must have looked the same. Wordlessly we backtracked until we were in another area of the woods far enough to speak without fear of discovery.”“I spread my towel out on the ground and sat on it. Heather did the same. For some reason Jim was sitting with his towel over his lap. After a while Heather said, “Is that what people do when they’re married?”“Maybe” I replied, “But they’re not married, they’re brothers and sisters – like us.”Stretching out on my stomach on the towel I asked Jim, “What do you think they were doing…I mean I can tell they were kissing and touching each other…but…” I trailed off“I’m not sure…about what you’d call it…but she was playing with him…when he was…excited.”“What do you mean?” Heather who had also flopped down on her stomach “and why do you have that towel wrapped around you like that?”“Jim blushed furiously. “Excited, like uh aroused…sometimes guys get like that especially in the morning or after a real sexy dream…or I guess after they see something really sexy”.”“Is that why you’ve got the towel…around you like that?”Jim didn’t say anything but continued blushing bright red.Both Heather and I had been sort of u*********sly moving our bodies against the ground and I realized that watching this had made me feel like I sometimes did in the shower when I lathered my body all over. Now I was the one who was blushing as I stopped and sat up. My entire body was tingling and I could feel my lips of my vagina move against one another in a slippery and totally distracting fashion. I looked over at Heather who was still rubbing against the ground and realized that she had part of the towel bunched up against her pelvis, which she was moving in slow circles. Her eyes were closed and her face was slightly flushed.Jim was watching her as well. To take his mind off of what Heather was u*********sly doing right in front of both of us I asked him, “What do you do when you wake up…like that?”“Uh…mostly wait for it to go away.”Heather must have realized what she had been doing because she scrambled to her feet and stood regarding us both inconclusively for a moment and then sat back down Indian fashion on her towel blushing tempestuously as she did so. We sat in silence for a moment and then Heather asked, “Do you ever…do anything else?”Before Jim could answer I interjected, “What should we do about Rebecca and Stewart?”Jim and Heather both looked at me in puzzlement. Finally Jim asked, “What do you mean?”“Well” I said with more than a little bit of self-righteousness, “Do we tell someone about what they’re doing out here…or just ignore it?”“Neither” Jim said. “We really don’t know how far they’re going and we’d better be sure that this wasn’t a one time kind of thing.”“So what do we do?” I asked again.“I think we ought to keep an eye on them…and make sure we know that they’re really doing something wrong before we…tell on them.”I considered what Jim was saying for a moment and then said, “OK, suppose we watch them and they aren’t doing anything. This is the only incident we see between them, what do we do then?”“I guess we don’t do anything.” Heather said, “After all, we aren’t perfect either.”“Should we tell anyone else?” I asked.“No” Jim said, we’re the oldest k**s here right now, I guess it’s up to us to come to a decision.”“OK” I said, you Heather and I will watch them and if one of us sees them sneaking off together…”“We’ll get the other two and follow them”. Heather said.“OK then, it’s decided I said.I got to my feet gathering my towel up. Heather and Jim followed suit. I noticed that Jim still had his towel wrapped around his waist but I didn’t comment on this. If he wanted a towel wrapped around him, I guess this was up to him. About half way back home he took it off and slung it over his shoulder.“Anyway that’s how it started….”Looking over at Sandy I said, “This is pretty cool.”Sandy regarded the bulge beginning to grow under the blanket, smiled and said, “Yeah, just remember…no jacking off until…”“You can count on me.” We returned our attention to Amy’s voice on the tape.“We got back to the house and all went our separate ways…but we didn’t have long to wait until Rebecca and Stewart tried to slip away again. As a matter of fact…later the same night…Heather and I had just been in bed for about an hour…but I’m getting ahead of myself”After we got back to the house I went to take a long shower. The events I had witnessed had left me feeling unsettled and with an unaccustomed sense of stirring which I couldn’t really describe except to say I wanted some time alone to think.As I showered I lathered myself all over and rinsed repeatedly. The more I thought about the incident, the more I tingled with feelings that I didn’t really know how to deal with. I don’t know what the outcome of this would have been but the warm water ran out. Later I discovered that we all three were taking showers. Me in the girls bathroom, Jim in the boys and Heather using our parents shower, normally forbidden to us but now accessible because they were out of town.Together we drained a 150-gallon hot water tank in about 20 minutes. We ate dinner, watched a little TYV and then turned in to bed.Now most of our pajamas were very conservative cotton numbers, but Heather and I both had a couple of sets our parents had purchased specifically to wear on very hot summer nights. They certainly weren’t anything approaching skimpy but they were light cotton tops and panties. We were both wearing these as we lie in bed talking.Heather shifted her weight in the top bunk and then whispered down to me, “When do you think they’ll try it again?”“I don’t know.” I whispered back, “but I felt really weird all day.”“Really? So did I.”“How so?”“It’s really hard to describe…like gooey inside…ready to jump out of my skin.”“That’s incredible!” I said speaking out loud for the first time, “I felt exactly the same way, I thought a shower would help…but it didn’t.”“Amy?” Heather whispered, when you took your shower did you…?”“What?”“Uh…touch yourself?”“No” I hissed back, “Well not really…I just…kind of…stood under the water and…thought about things. Why are you asking…did you…do that…touching?”“No, not really, but I thought about it and when I washed…you know…down there… I thought about Rebecca and Stewart.”“So did I…as a matter of fact…I’m thinking about them right now.”She didn’t say anything for a moment and then she whispered “I am too.”We didn’t say anything for a little while. I was tingling all over and felt all loose and slippery inside. Without saying anything to Heather I slipped one hand down inside of my panties and slipped one finger against myself. I was very slippery and when my finger brushed against my clitoris I felt a sensation that almost made me cry out. I hurriedly removed my hand and whispered up to Heather, “Between your legs…is your…pussy…wet?”There was a minute silence and then she whispered back, “Yes…it is.” Then somewhat more urgently, “Is yours…wet too?”“Yeah, it really is.”Here is what amazed me. When I whispered back that I was really wet, I felt myself get wetter as I was speaking.“Is talking about this making you wetter?” I asked.“I think I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” She hissed back, “But in reply to your question, talking about it is definitely making me wetter.”A minute or two passed and then working up my courage I asked, “Heather?”“Yeah?”“When you checked to see escort kırklareli if you were getting wetter, did you touch…your clitoris…at all?”“I’ve been touching it…on and off…since we started talking.”“I…just touched it once…a little while ago.”I heard her intake of breath and then she whispered, “I…I’m touching it right now…I can’t seem to stop.”My own hand returned to my pussy and began to gingerly touch myself.Heather’s voice came out of the darkness, Amy…?”“I’m doing it too…the more I do…”“I know…the better it feels…but shouldn’t we not be…?”“Uh…doing this?” I said as my finger began to describe small circles around the rigid little nub.“Yeah” she said, “I don’t think we should…be playing…like this.”My fingers moved faster despite my best intentions, “Have you stopped?” I gasped.“No, I can’t seem to stop…doing this, but we’d…”Pulling my hand away from my swollen and aching puss, I whispered up, “OK, OK, I’m not doing it…”Above me I could hear that she was still rubbing and I could smell the aroma of her increasing arousal as she whispered desperately, “I’m going to stop in just a second…don’t start again…I’m…stopping…really”Our conversation was cut short by a gentle rapping at our door. I jumped out of bed and opened the door. Jim stood in the darkened hall wearing a T-shirt and jockey shorts.“They just left, tell Heather to hurry up so we don’t loose them.”Behind me I heard Heather climb out of her bunk and we followed Jim down the hall and out into the night.A full moon washed the front yard making the scene sort of unreal as off in the distance dry lighting flashed soundlessly. We walked down the driveway for a couple hundred feet and then stopped. I felt strange to be walking around in so little and feeling so…well, I guess buzzed is a good word to describe how I was feeling. I still felt all tingly and flighty and as I walked I could feel my vaginal lips slide against one another. Looking over at Heather I could guess that she was feeling about the same way. She was flushed and breathing a little harder than our brief walk should have caused her to.As soon as we stopped Jim whispered, “I think they headed off to the pond”. We headed down that path. Sure enough as soon as we topped the rise we saw a faint light off in the woods.Once again we crept silently up on them until we were close enough to see and hear them.They sat in the same clearing. They had carried a couple of folding chairs out and sat them up. Rebecca sitting on the ground however. She was wearing the same sundress except it was buttoned up and covered her legs which she had curled under her as she sat and watched Stewart smoke a cigarette. Steward was wearing the same jeans and T-shirt he had been wearing, well not exactly wearing earlier. I guess he had the same clothes on that he had with him earlier. A small propane lantern lit the clearing. Stewart took a deep drag and tossed his butt away and said;“I thought they’d never get to sleep.”Rebecca leaned back and said, “I checked on everyone before I left, they were all sawing logs.”“So we’re alone?”“About as alone as two people can get.” She began to languidly unbutton the top of her dress.“Tonight…” Stewart began.“We can take our time” Rebecca said finishing his sentence for him. Her dress slipped off her slender shoulders exposing the dark cleft between her breasts and enough of the tops to make Jim take his breath in sharply. I glared at him and turned back to watch.“Stewart?”“Yes?”“After our quickie, how many times did you jack off alone?”Stewart paused and then said, “Only once.”“Well, that’s one more time than I got off, I guess you know what that means?”“I guess I do” he muttered. I couldn’t help but notice a healthy bulge was developing in his jeans as he and his sister were having this conversation.Rebecca stood up and let the sun dress slide off entirely. It floated to the ground around her legs like a yellow cloud. All she was wearing was a pair of white cotton panties. She stepped in front of her brother saying, “Even Stephen, look but don’t touch…me or you.” With these words she began to tease her nipples with both hands as Stewart looked on with increasing excitement and judging from the growing bulge in his pants a certain degree of frustration.She stood there caressing herself for a little while and then slipped a hand into her panties.“Stewart?”“Uh…yeah?”“Do you want to take your pants off while you watch me play with my cunt?”Swallowing hard, he nodded. “Yeah…” and got to his feet unbuckling his pants as he did so. He slid them off and sat down in one of the folding chairs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stuck straight up as he sat down.Rebecca pulled the other chair in front of him and sat down leaving her panties on. She leaned back and resumed playing with herself and put one foot in her brothers lap and started to touch his dick with her bare foot. Placing her other foot on the arm of his chair she panted breathlessly, “You know what I want.”As we looked on in utter disbelief Stewart lifted her other foot to his face and began to kiss her toes and the underside of her foot as she breathed, “Yeah, that’s it, keep doing that.” As the hand in her panties moved faster and faster she hissed, “I need more room, help me.” Stewart leaned toward her and began to pull her panties down as she scooted around to accommodate this. As soon as her panties were pulled a little ways down her legs he resumed kissing her foot while she bounced his cock this way and that with the other foot.Suddenly she disengaged from her brother and stood up in front of him. She yanked the panties down and kicked them off to the edge of the clearing and began slapping her pussy…hard.“You like seeing that don’t you Stewart” she said breathlessly. He nodded.“You like seeing me punish my cunt…like this” she began slapping it even harder. “You like that don’t you…you nasty sister watcher.”Leaning over she drew back her hand, obviously intending to slap his erect member. Seeing what she was about to do he cried, “Becca, no!” but it was too late and the slap landed hard on his dick.“Go ahead you nasty little boy” Rebecca grunted, “I’m gonna do it anyway…right now.” and she slapped her pussy one final time and then stood in the lantern light and began to tremble.As we watched Stewart’s cock began to jerk. He thrust his pelvis into the air where his cock continued bouncing up and down. A long stream of fluid drooled out of the tip and began to leak onto his legs and the ground. Suddenly liquid began to issue from Rebecca’s cunt spattering on the ground in front of her brother. As we watched in fascination, the stream grew stronger arching out from her and onto her brother’s legs. She moved one step closer to him and it was hitting his cock directly.As soon as this happened his cock stood straight up and ejected a gob of cream high into the air that landed across Rebecca’s breasts. This was followed by jet after jet of cream that landed everywhere on both of them and rained down around them as well.As we backed away in disbelief they were still spraying their cream on each other in admittedly diminishing streams and spurts.We went to the hiding place we had found earlier in the day almost in a trance. As I walked I noticed that my initial wetness now extended to my thighs which the night air cooled as we walked. Every inch of my body tingled and I could feel my nipples scr****g the soft cotton material of my top. Our little clearing was awash in bright moonlight and for the first time since we had left the driveway I really looked at my brother and sister as they stood there expressions of shocked disbelief pasted on their faces like circus posters on a blank wall.I noticed right away that watching Rebecca and Stewart had a similar effect on Heather as it had on me. I could clearly see her distended nipples under her simple cotton top and noted with dismay that her thighs were shiny and wet. Somehow the three buttons on her top had come undone and while this didn’t expose anything except the top of a little cleavage it made her look…well…unrespectable.Then I turned and looked at Jim. From the waist up he looked normal in all respects but his jockey shorts were grotesquely distended. Seeing me looking he made an effort to stuff his rigid penis between his legs which was entirely unsuccessful. I watched his pathetic attempt to conceal his obvious excitement for a moment and then said,“Don’t worry about it Jim, I don’t think anyone could watch what we just did without some reaction.”Breathing a sigh of relief he stopped what he was doing.“Thanks Amy, it’ll go away in a little while.”“The question is” Heather said, “is what are we going to do about those two?”“I don’t know…it looks like they’re a lot more involved than we thought they were.” I said.“We should do something…to get them some…help.” Heather said in an unsteady voice.“It certainly bears thinking about.” Jim said.“I think we owe it to the family to keep on observing them.” Heather ventured.“Do you think they were done tonight?” Jim asked.“I don’t know, but we’d better get back to the house before they do.”“Yeah” Heather agreed, “or else we’ll be the ones doing the explaining.”On the way back to the house Jim asked, “Should we discuss this any more tonight?”“Maybe we should, you can sneak back to your room later.”“Yeah” Heather agreed, “That way we can have a little time to decide what we need to do next.”Passing the pond we could see the light from Stewart and Rebecca’s clearing was still lit and when we reached the house it was empty and still. As we walked down the hall to our room I noticed that the giant bulge in Jim’s jockey shorts hadn’t diminished any but for that matter I could still see Heather’’ nipples distended under her top. For my own part I was still very agitated by what we had just witnessed. I figured it was only natural that we would want to talk about what we had just seen together.We went into our room and shut the door.“Let’s keep the lights off and our voices down.” I said sitting down on Lisa’s couch bed. Jim pulled up the chair from the desk and sat down and Heather, after a moment’s indecision sat down on the floor, leaning back on Lisa’s couch bed.Jim was the first to speak. “I guess we’ll need to find out how far they’re going before we decide what to do.”I heard myself asking, “What do you mean by how far they’re going? It seems like they couldn’t go too much further than they already have.”“Amy” Heather said quietly, “They might be…going all the way. Rebecca might be letting Stewart…fuck her.”“You mean…”“That’s right Amy” Jim agreed, “Stewart might be putting his cock inside of Rebecca’s pussy. For all we know they might be doing that right now…fucking each other…and maybe…sucking each other too?”I felt a shiver pass through my body and as I repositioned myself felt my nipples sc**** against the material of my top.“I guess” Heather said, “If she’s sucking him…it’s not as bad as if they were fucking each other…I mean…it’s pretty gross when you really think about her putting her lips over his cock and slipping them up and down until…”“I think we all get the idea Heather.” I broke in, “are you saying that if they aren’t fucking…it’s OK?”“I don’t think Heather was trying to say that.” Jim said, “I think she was trying to understand them…and maybe figure out if what they’re doing could really hurt them…or if it’s just…kind of…helping each other.”“Helping each other?”“Yeah” Heather said, “Like giving one another a back rub or something.”“It looks like they’ve gone pretty far past giving each other a back rub!”Jim sat on the floor watching this exchange with a bemused look on his face. The giant distension made his white jockey shorts stick up like he had a stick jammed in there. I noticed that the tip of the bulge seemed to be wet, almost transparent. I imagined what he would look like if he didn’t have the shorts on and realized that my brother had a very large penis. I was estimating exactly how many inches that it would be when Heather’s voice brought me back to the present.“”Can we be totally honest with each other?”“Are you talking to me?” I asked.“Well, yes, but to Jim too.”We both nodded.“I think we’re afraid of how we’re feeling. I think we’re so terrified we might wind up like Stewart and Rebecca that we’re afraid to be really truthful about our feelings. At this point I’m willing to bet we’re so afraid of how we feel I couldn’t get a back rub from either one of you…or give one for that matter.”“That’s just not true!” I cried, I’m conservative, but we aren’t prudes.”“You remember just before Jim came to get us?”I felt the blood rush to my face, as I blushed scarlet. “Uh, yeah…we were laying in bed…talking.”“Do you remember…what we were doing…while we were talking?”“What you were doing” I retorted hotly, “I just did it once…to see how it would feel.”“You did it more than once.”“Only because you were doing it…and I stopped.”“OK” Heather said in a soothing tone, “I’m not trying to embarrass you…”“Well, for not trying you’re doing a pretty good job!”“What were you both doing when I came to get you?”“We were talking.” Heather said “and we got a little carried away, the point I was trying to make was…”“What do you mean you got carried away?”There was dead silence. Finally Heather said, “We got to talking about what we’d all seen earlier in the afternoon and how it made us both feel…and we…really mostly me…well I was touching myself…a little.”“Oh” Jim said. “Well…I guess that’s not such a big deal. To be honest…well I was tempted to do the same thing.”“But you didn’t.” I said.“Only because Devin was in the room with me.”“I can see how that might be a little awkward” Heather said, “but what about when…you were in the shower?”“Devin followed me in talking all the time. By the time he left the water was cold anyway. But do you know what really bothered me most of all?”We both looked at him and waited.“All the time I was thinking about…Stewart and Rebecca…I was thinking about…how sexy I felt while we were all watching…and…this is really sick…”“We promised each other we’d be honest” Heather reminded him.“OK, but I feel like a real…pervert…I kept thinking…I’ve never…looked at you or Amy as anything except…well…just girls…sisters.”“Go on” Heather breathed. I could feel the little hairs standing up on the back of my neck.“I…imagined us all…being…undressed together…while we watched them…and I realized…we’ve never…even seen each other in our underwear and here we are – afraid to give one another a back rub.”“Are you afraid to give me a back rub?” Heather asked.“Well…sort of…”“Is it because of what we saw Stewart and Rebecca doing together…or is it…”“It’s because of what I’ve been thinking about you…and Amy.”I heard myself speaking but it was like someone else was putting the words in my mouth. ““You were thinking about what we’ look like naked?”“Yeah…I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.”“Are you thinking about anything else?”“Like…”“Touching us…feeling us up?”“No…not really…just…being really open…I told you it was really sick.”He got to his feet, “I really should get back to my room before they get back.”“Wait.” Heather said.“Maybe it’ll help us to be more…objective when we…um…the next time…we observe Rebecca and Stewart if we…satisfy our…curiosity about how we…look…um when we’re…uh…undressed.”Jim stood stock still, his erection still making a ridiculous bulge in the front of his jockeys. “Do you really think so?”Heather got to her feet blushing furiously. “We’ll just be…wondering…and um…obsessing…about it if we don’t just…let each other…see.”I spoke up. “You can both count me out. Heather hasn’t even seen me…naked. I think we…well you both are…just asking for trouble if you…show…uh…show off like that…for each other.”Heather replied, “Come on Amy, I didn’t say we’d…do anything with each other…I just think it might…help if we weren’t being so…prude about it.”“If we did, would you…tell anyone?” Jim asked.“Well…I should…but who’s there to tell? Mom and Dad are off floating around on the ocean…and I guess it’s between…us three…but no…uh fooling around.”Heather asked, “Are you going to…do it too?”“No, but if you both feel you need to uh…see each other…like that…I’ll keep it to myself…if you both want to…strip off…here in front of…each other…just to…satisfy your curiosity. But that’s it…OK?”They both nodded at me and Heather said, “Who’s going first?”Jim didn’t say anything and Heather took a deep breath and said, “I guess it’s up to me.”She peeled her top off in one quick motion and then slipped her panties off, kicking them to one side. She stood in the center of the room naked.We both looked at her. I hadn’t realized that her breasts had come in so nicely. They were large, but very firm and perfectly proportioned to her slim frame. Her hips had that classic hourglass shape. Her hair, which she had tied up was the same shade of black as mine. Reaching back to loosen if made her breasts lift nicely and in one motion it tumbled to her waist. Her excitement was evident. At least it was to me, maybe because I’m a girl and I could see the tell-tale signs. The same signs that I would be showing if I had the nerve to do the same thing. Her nipples were as rigid as little pencil erasers. Goose pimples covered her arms, shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Her pussy was so swollen that both her lips puffed out bright red and shiny. Her light pubic hair was matted to her mound by the fluid that coated it.Breathing deeply she stood there…basking in our attention until finely she said, “Your turn Jim.”Jim silently pushed his shorts to the floor and kicked them aside as Heather had done. As soon as he pulled them off his cock bounced once or twice and then stuck out as firm as a tree branch.I sat on the floor watching them regarding each other.My mind was in a whirl as I got to my feet to join them. Feeling as if I was a puppet, unable to ignore the pull of the strings I began to unbutton the three buttons of my top. I bent over giving them both a good view of my breasts. All the time I was telling myself that I wouldn’t go any further but when I straightened up and felt the material of my top scr****g my nipples I looked down. They were outlined by the fabric so clearly I felt naked. Looking up I saw them both looking at me. I felt their eyes move over my breasts, which caused me to tingle and throb even more then, I had watching them.I bent over again intending to give them a little more of a show. As I did this, almost against my will I felt my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties and as I bent over I pulled them down. They fell in a ring around my feet.I straightened up feeling the cool air against my most private parts and in one swift motion pulled my top off and tossed it on the ground. I kicked my panties next to it and faced them both, a slightly forced smile on my face.My pulse thundered in my ears and I felt my nipples and clitoris throbbing in time to my heartbeat as Jim and Heather looked at me…and I looked at them. A long string of fluid slowly dripped from the tip of Jim’s erect penis and fell to the floor.Finally I said, “Is everyone’s curiosity satisfied?”They both nodded tentatively and then Jim asked, “Could I get a little closer look at…your…vagina?”I didn’t say anything at first, his words were lost in a chaotic tumble of half formed thoughts and feelings. I felt myself nodding and they both got down on their knees and looked at me there. Reaching down, I tried to spread my labia but was only partly successful because my fingers slipped off. Heather moved her face very close to get a better look I suppose and I felt her breath against me and shuddered. I heard myself saying, as if in a dream, “Turn about is fair play.”Heather stood up and I was kneeling on the floor with Jim as she tried to part the swollen and slippery lips of her pussy. We watched in dumb amazement as she began to touch her clitoris lightly and then rhythmically move her fingers up and down and then in small circles as her hips swayed slightly.Scrambling to my feet I pulled her hand away from her sensitive area and called out, “We said no touching!”Heather blinked at me like a sleepwalker awakened and said, “Oh yeah, I just got carried away…showing …both of you…I’m sorry Amy.”Realizing that I had come only a infinitesimally small step away from going further myself, I chided her gently, “Let’s try and keep our heads, after all we don’t want to turn out like Rebecca and Stewart do we?”Both Heather and Jim shook their heads as Jim got to his feet to complete our viewing of each other.Jim’s cock stood out from a thick thatch of dark pubic hair a good seven or eight inches. It was bright red and very thick. As watched another drop of his secretions languidly dripped from the tip and idly descended dangling by a string of clear fluid until the string separated and the drop fell onto the floor with an audible splat.I was amazed at not only the size of Jim’s erection but also apparently how hard it was. Looking up at him I asked, “Is that as…uh as firm as it appears to be?”Jim didn’t reply but pulling it down as far as it would go, he released it letting it bounce. It bounced a couple of times and then returned to its rigid place. Heather and I watched in fascination and then getting to our feet I again asked, “Is everyone sufficiently well informed about how the others look nude to call it a night and get in bed?”“Yes” Heather said breathlessly, “But before we do…could we…measure…Jim’s…you know his…thing?”I took a moment before saying, “Do you promise that this is the last thing you need to take care of…to…satisfy your curiosity?”Jim spoke up, “If you get to take my measurement…I get to take yours too.”I hesitated before saying, “OK, but then we all need to get to sleep.”Before I had even finished the sentence Heather was running to the dresser, her breasts bouncing slightly as she ran to get the measuring tape. She returned with the cloth tape we had used to sew a number of home economics projects together and hastily pulled it taunt from his pubic hair to the tip of his penis.“Eight inched” she declared. I noticed that she held the tip of his cock between her thumb and forefinger as she made this announcement showing no inclination to release him. His breathing had become shallow and he was trembling.“Jim’s turn” I said.Heather reluctantly removed her hand from his member and handed the tape to Jim. I could see a definite wet spot at the eight-inch mark on the cloth tape.Heather raised her arms in the air to accommodate Jim as he slipped the tape over her breasts and wrapped it around her back. He moved his hands around the tape to make sure it was positioned correctly and Heather shuddered as his fingers slipped under the tape brushing her nipples. Finally he announced “Thirty six inches. He then measured her waist and then her hips, which came out 29 and 34 inches respectively. Then it was my turn.I raised my hands in the air and felt Jim slip the tape over my breasts. I don’t think it was deliberate but for a moment the wet spot on the tape sat directly on the rigid nipple of my right breast and I felt fluid from my soaking pussy begin to trickle down one thigh. Then he moved it, the friction causing me to shudder slightly and resist the strong urge to touch myself right in front of both of them.As he had done with Heather, he moved his fingers all around under the tape to make sure it was properly placed. When his fingers brushed first one nipple and then the other I felt a sensation that reverberated from each nipple directly to my stiff and aching clitoris.Finally he announced that my bust line was also 36 inches but before he released the tape he did something he hadn’t done with Heather. He stepped close behind me so his cock was touching my backside and briefly and gently cupping both my breasts in his hands. He whispered in my ear, “Yours look larger that Heather’s do you want me to measure again?”I turned and pushed him away saying, “Keep your hands to yourself, we’re through with this…enough!” flouncing to my bed leaving them both standing there.I know they both thought I was being a prude but I knew that if I stood there one second longer…I was going to…let him do anything he wanted with me.Heather finally said, “Amy’s right. Enough is enough, let’s try to get some sleep.” And walked over to our bed climbing into the top bunk.Jim stood uncertainly in the middle of the room and then walked to the door and opened it. He glanced out into the hall and looked both ways before running across the hall and disappearing inside closing his door behind him. I got out of bed and walked to our door and shut it aware of Heather’s eyes on my body as I did so.I got back into my bed and lay there every nerve alive utterly unable to sleep. Finally I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sensations coursing through my body. I closed my eyes and lie there.As soon as my eyes closed pictures began to form under my eyelids that made sleep even more distant. I heard Heather’s voice from the top bunk, “Amy?”“Uh huh?”“Are you still awake?”“If I wasn’t, I am now?”“What are you thinking about?”“You know…things, how about you?”“I feel like such a…slut.”I didn’t say anything.“You’re supposed to ask me why.”“I know why you feel like a slut.” I replied, “The same reason I feel like…a nasty….little tramp. Because we both have been acting…like…well sluts.”“I’m still acting like one.”Pulse pounding I asked, “Are you…playing with yourself?”“Yes…and imaging…things.”“Like?”“I’m imagining that Jim is standing here…giving me a back rub…and I uh…turn over so he can…see me…and I start rubbing my pussy…like I am…right now and you’re looking at his hard cock…and…doing the same thing.”While she was talking I lowered my hand to my slippery and swollen mound squeezing it gently. “Go on” I said.“Anyway” her voice came breathlessly, “You’re pretending to be asleep, but you’re listening to us and…I let him…start playing with…my breasts…and he’s rubbing lotion…on them while I…keep playing…and you do too…but he doesn’t know that you’re awake…and looking at his…cock.”Unable to stand it any more I began rubbing my clitoris as she continued. “Then I let him play…with my…pussy and he…starts doing what I am and you’re…watching.” Heather gasped and I could hear her rapidly rubbing her pussy as the top bunk creaked.“Heather?”“Oh…yes?” She gasped.“I’m doing the same thing that you are right now.”“Oh yes…what…are you thinking?”“That I wish…Jim…was watching…both of us.”“Oh yes…would he be…touching…both…of us?”“Not right away…first…like you said…but I’d reach over and pour lotion on…my hand…and his cock…would still be sticking out while he rubs your pussy…and…I’d be rubbing it on his cock…and.”Out in the hall we heard a door open. We both froze and I whispered, “Who is it?”“Shhh, I think it’s Jim, act like you’re asleep.”The door to our room opened and Jim stuck his head in.“Are you guys still awake?”I heard Heather reply, “I am…but I think Amy’s asleep, what’s up?”“Can I come in?”“Yeah, but come over to where we can hear each other and keep your voice down so we don’t wake Amy.”Jim stepped inside and shut the door and walked over to our bed. I watched through mostly closed eyelids as he bent over and looked at me. I was still naked and hadn’t had time to pull the covers up. His cock was still as rigid as a board and I tried to fake the deep breathing of a person who was truly asleep as his eyes moved over my naked and totally aroused body.After a moment I heard Heather whisper, What’re you doing?”Jim straightened up so he was looking at Heather and below I was able to watch his erect cock as they whispered together. As this was taking place, my mind was in turmoil. I realized that both Heather and I were both acting in concert to follow through with what had been a shared fantasy only a few moments before. If Jim had waited a couple of minutes longer…we would not have been so receptive to what we were doing right now.But he hadn’t waited and now his cock bobbed over my body as I listened to Heather and him whispering together. A drop of moisture formed at the tip of his cock and slowly began to descend. I cupped my hand under it and when it finally fell I caught it in my palm. I rubbed the liquid first on one aching nipple and then the other. Feeling like a total slut I reached down and began to slowly tease my rigid clitoris.“I can’t seem to get to sleep.” Jim was saying.“Join the club…I’ve been laying here…wishing…I could relax…and get to sleep.” “Same here…I’ve been tempted…to…touch my cock.”“To make it do…what Stewart did…with Rebecca?”“Yeah…I know I should just…wait for it to…go away…but it…isn’t doing that.”“Have you…ever…made it do that?”“Only once…so far.”“When was that?”“Earlier today…in the shower.”“What did it…feel like?”“Oh Heather, I can’t even describe it…it felt so…nice.”“Jim?”“Yeah?”“I haven’t…ever…done that…made myself…do that…but I’ve been touching myself…I stopped doing it when you came in…did you…squirt…stuff?”“Uh…yeah what are you doing Heather?”“I’m…touching…my…pussy a little…do you want me to…stop? Do you think I should stop…doing this?”Jim’s cock appeared to be as stiff as an iron rod, when Heather asked him that question, his cock delivered a long slippery stream of warm lubrication, which overflowed my waiting palm and ran down my wrist and arm. I brazenly smeared the entire gooey release across my breasts and stomach and increased the speed of my hand against my aching pussy no longer caring if Jim detected my wonton self-stimulation. As a matter of fact…I wanted him to…hear me…to know what I was doing with his…sperm.I continued rubbing my slippery cunt briskly watching Jim’s cock delivering a steady discharge of fluid, which I was catching and rubbing on various points of my body as I shamelessly rubbed myself and listened to their conversation.Jim was saying, “Go on…it’s only natural…for you to…want to…touch yourself…after all…I did it.”“I know” Heather gasped, “That’s what’s making me feel…so…turned on…knowing you did it. Hearing about you…squirting your…sperm…all over the shower. I wish I could have watched you…do that…like you’re watching me. I wish I could let you know…just how turned on…I am.”“How turned on…are you?”“Enough to let you…watch me…doing this. Enough to let you…touch me…if you want to.”“You won’t think…I’m…”“Perverted?”“Yeah.”“I don’t care if…you are…I’m feeling…so nasty…I’d let you do anything…touch me…..anywhere…if you want.”“Can I…..touch……your breasts…..please?”“Go on…but…not hard…just brush my nipples…yes…just like that…oh yes…just keep doing…like that.”I was approaching some kind of peak as I listened to this conversation unfold. Jim had reached down and was stroking his erection inches from my face. As he did this drops flew off landing all over me as my own hand moved in a near blur over my aching and slippery cunt.Jim was clearly afraid he was going to squirt his cream over my sleeping body because he’s stroke his erection until it was leaking fluid all over his hand and then he’s stop and play with Heather for a little while and then the hand would return to his rigid cock.Now he was using both his hands. Apparently he’d slipped one finger up Heather as he used the other hand to lightly tease her nipples. His neglected cock bobbed in an agony of arousal and I began to lose my senses as I felt the beginnings of something so delightful I can’t begin to describe it even today.The next few minutes were a blur in my memory but I can state with absolute certainty that these things happened….I experienced the most overpowering orgasm I have ever had, and I’ve had quite a few since then. While I was shuddering in an agony of delight I sat up and took Jim’s throbbing erection into my mouth sliding my lips over as much of it as I could. His cock thickened nearly choking me and immediately filled my mouth with hot cream that I swallowed. Before I had entirely swallowed the first gush another was squirting into my warm mouth which I tried desperately to swallow quickly but this was followed by a third eruption of hot sperm which began to overflow and drip over my breasts and onto my stomach. All the time my hand kept rubbing my clit causing spasm after spasm of pure delight to race through my entire body.Jim continued to shoot his scalding cream into my mouth and I continued to swallow as much as I could as I listened to Heather doing the same thing that Jim and I were doing. By the time our climaxes were diminishing to the status of tremors I was entirely covered with his cream despite having swallowed what seemed like gallons of hot sperm.“I nearly.The tape player went silent and I waited a moment before asking Sandy, “Is something wrong with the tape player?”She didn’t reply and looking over at her I saw that her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her pussy in a slow measured manner.“Hey, I thought we weren’t supposed to be touching ourselves!”She opened her eyes and smiled, “YOU weren’t supposed to be touching yourself, I’ve had about three orgasms listening to this tape, a feat even you aren’t capable of…I’m just warming up for the main act, which is about to start now.”She got out of bed and ejected the tape. “Yep, it’s over what did you think?”I threw back the covers revealing perhaps the hardest erection I’ve experienced since I was about sixteen. “Judge for yourself.”She regarded my towering excitement critically and then said, yes…I think this will do.Walking over to the electronics shelf she clicked a couple of switches and then got onto the bed kneeling over me so her cunt was suspended inches from my rigid cock.She parted her slippery and swollen lips and with a smile asked, “Do you want this?”“Oh yes please!”Wordlessly she slipped her wet cunt over my aching excitement and began moving up and down….

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