An Almost Exciting Awakening......

DISCLAIMER!

Here I share with you my collection of erotic stories which I find interesting. It can also be found in other Erotic sites.

The contents is

100℅ NOT

from me, but just added some local Flavours & Erotic Images to enhance the story.

[B]

Chapter 1 - Two Young Friends Grow Up Together

Both young adults now, Jim and I have been best friends since we were 7-years old. Most of our hanging out has always with each other, though we both had and have a couple other friends. Our being friends is not surprising when you learn our family farms were the only families with kids close enough to each other to walk or bike to for a visit.

We lived in a very large Midwest county, filled with very large farms, but very small communities. Our farm was over 500 acres, Jim’s family had more than 800. His Dad had added a brother’s land when he gave up farming for a factory job near Chicago, and a regular paycheck.

Ours was a poor county, but it had little poverty. The rich people were in Battle Creek, Michigan. You know them, the suits who charge you $4 for a box of cereal that’s half air. The ones who think the farmer should get pennies per bushel [That’s a lot of boxes of cereal by the way!] after the farmer took all the risks and did 95% of the work by buying seed, planting it, fighting bugs and weeds, harvesting it, storing it, then hauling it to the rail head, plus a lot more.

What all that means to you, reading this story, is simply this. We always had good food to eat, a nice life, clean air, and pleasant surroundings. Our cars were always older, so our tractor could be newer. We had what we needed, but luxuries were far apart and few in between.

How poor was our county? If you turn on Route 6 at the Junction with Route 7, just past the 6 & 7 Diner was a ‘Welcome to ****** County’ sign. Under that banner, before I was born, it used to read AN ALMOST PERFECT PLACE. Guess someone with a shotgun got a bit drunk one night, and blew a big hole in it.

The county government made sure our couple school buildings were always painted and repaired, but they never found the money to fix that sign. So, as far back as I can recall, that sign read A{ }ALMOST PERFECT PLACE.

I was lucky, I had a friend who lived ’next door’, next door being over a half-mile down my road. Still I better off than others, some kids had no one their age for miles around.

Today I understand how fortunate I was; Jim and I seemed able to talk about anything and everything with each other. We became confidants early on. We were able to trust each other with secrets, doubts and fears. Around age 8 or 9 we began to wonder about girls together. We’d share stories about seeing up Margie’s skirt at school, or rubbing against Suzie during a game of “Pile On”.

Neither of us was in anyway gay, but we did experience early sexual awaking stuff together. We’d undress before bedtime, or skinny dip at Bennett’s pond. Naturally we noticed the changes in each other when puberty arrived for us. For example, mornings after a sleepover, we’d catch each other having ‘morning erections’.

We discovered masturbation separately. I don’t know which of us was able to come first, nor do I recall at what point we understood that we were both able to ejaculate. Still, at some point growing up, we both knew that coming was “IT”!

By the time we were 18, we still slept over at each other’s house regularly. Being horny-as-hell boys without girlfriends, it wasn’t unusual after our conversations that late evening would find us both with raging erections and our stash of hidden Playboy’s strewn about. Eventually it got to where we’d masturbate into our underwear, under the covers in each other’s presence.

Soon our shyness waned. Now and then we’d just drop our drawers, then jack off in plain sight of each other. We were mostly interesting in the dirty pictures, but it was natural to peek at each other. Seeing another dick in action added to the excitement sometimes. Like real boys, we’d even bet who could “shoot his stuff” the farthest occasionally.

Jimmy had two older sisters, both were serious foxes. Beth was barely a year older than Jim while Lynn was just a shade over two years his senior. They looked so much alike that many people thought they were twins when they’d wear matching outfits. To this day they remain two of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever known; both looked soft and adorable in anything they wore, makeup or not, morning or night. Beth and Lynn were like poster girls for country living.

One night I recall Jimmy came flying back into his room grinning ear-to-ear, muttering “Holy Shit, Holy Shit!!”. He’d left a few minutes earlier to go to the bathroom next to his bedroom. Flopping onto the bed, Jimmy slid his hand into his pants as he started wriggling like a worm on a hook.

“What is it? What’s going on?” I hissed. “Come on, what’s up?”

Jimmy slid his pants down. His dick was hard as a fence post; he began pumping himself with his eyes closed while still saying “Holy Shit!” Again I begged to know what the hell was going on.

Finally Jimmy opened his eyes, man they were practically glazed. Acting like he was on drugs Jimmy said, “I just spent the last couple minutes looking at Beth naked. Now leave me alone, I just gotta come right now while I can still see her in my head!”

But I wanted to hear everything immediately. Thinking more with my dick than my head I made a quick deal. I promised to give him his first hand job, the best he’d ever hoped for, if he would just lay there with his eyes closed and “think out loud.”

Jim covered his eyes with his hands, then started talking quietly. I grabbed his penis and began to pump him slowly.

When he’d left the room, just before going into the bathroom, he noticed Beth’s door was open a crack. Jimmy liked to snoop on his sisters. From force of habit, he’d walked a couple extra steps to peek into her room. BETH WAS UNDRESSING. She was changing out of a sweat suit. Just as he first peered into her room, she was taking her top off. His sisters were normally super careful about keeping their doors shut tight, but she’d goofed, so Jimmy had gotten his first good look at a naked girl.

He could only see her left breast; it was the size of a juicy, jumbo orange, looking a bit heavy. Jimmy described seeing a long thick nipple that stuck way out. Next she bent at the waist to pull off her bottoms. As she leaned forward, Jimmy described how her teat swung down, how it swayed heavily.

Before he had time to fully absorb that sight, her pants were being lowered. Her ass was suddenly before his eyes. Beth is very athletic, apparently her butt was as firm and tight as anything we’d ever seen in Playboy. Beth had stepped out of her pants and stood up. There she was, long legs, firm buns, nice teat, long, light-brown hair; in other words a teen goddess.

Beth walked to her table, put down her jewelry, then took a couple more steps to her dresser. The process was reversed as she put on a silky bra, then stepped into her panties. As Jim reached the part about Beth bending over again to step into her panties, his breathing became so ragged that I knew he was ready to shoot.

Grabbing a bottle of hand lotion, I squirted some onto the head of his dick. Dropping the bottle, I quickly wrapped my free hand around the top of his shaft like a baseball bat. That did it! Jim started humping into my hands, within seconds he was coming like crazy. His hips went out of control, I could barely hold onto his penis. His warm sperm coated my fingers, it actually felt kinda sexy, like nothing I’d every experienced before.

Still panting, Jim kept saying that he’d never come like that, ever; he kept thanking me. While I was sort of in shock, I was also still horny as hell; I hadn’t come, but I sure wanted to. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. I said “If you’re really that grateful then start at the beginning where Beth is undressing, and do for me what I did for you!”

Guess Jim’s hormones were still raging so strongly that he readily agreed. After I took off my pants, we switched places. Laying back, I closed my eyes.

Hesitating for a few seconds, Jim at last grabbed my penis to jerk me off as he again relived watching Beth strip. Taking longer this time, Jim described Beth’s left breast as he saw it from the three-quarter view he’d had as she raised, then lowered her arms over her head. Sounding awestruck, he repeated the part about Beth bending over, then pulling down her pants.

Again he described, in detail, seeing her butt sticking up into the air, then clearly spotting her slit through her light brown pubic hair. Jim’s graphic narrative, combined with someone else’s hand being on my dick, pushed me over the edge; I lost it. Groaning, I strained my hips upward. Realising what was about to happen, Jim clamped his hand over my helmet just as I launched my first spurt. The effect was to bathe my tip in a warm sperm bath. Jim ground his palm around my glans, enabling me to hump my penis into his palm. It was the most amazing, powerful orgasm I’d ever known.

Back then we lived in a rural area and went to a very small district school. It’s hard to get a girlfriend when you only see a very few girls at school, Sunday school, or church social events where adults are always hovering around. Plus, the few females in our county all lived at least several miles away, most much farther.

Growing up, there were a few places at our two-room school where you might be able to talk a girl into ducking out of sight with you for a few minutes, but no real privacy. A few times over the years I’d gotten a girl be alone with me, but not very much to further my education.

Late one night we were both super-horny. I’d just shared all the glorious details about feeling up Charlene at our school that afternoon.

It was a cool day; a bunch of kids had huddled together in an outdoor alcove during recess to get out of the wind. Somehow it turned into a “pack everyone into the corner” game. Happily I was squished up against Charlene. Her perfume was delightful as always. So soft, so cute; I really liked her; she was maybe the cutest girl at school near my age.

All of a sudden my hand was right there, right by her pussy! I turned my palm so I was covering up her pussy through her pants. I began rubbing her, clearly feeling her up big time. When she didn’t scream or protest I really went for it. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I liked it sooooo much that I got an instant boner. Steadily I worked my way closer to her, somewhat in front of her. As I stared into Charlene’s eyes; she stared back as she realized it was my hand between her legs. Carefully I placed her hand on my penis.

We never spoke, or smiled, or showed any particular reaction, but she began to rub up and down my penis as we simply stared deeply into each other’s eyes. We stood there for a couple minutes feeling each other. God, if only we’d been alone somewhere. My heart sank when the bell sounded. The group huddle broke up, so we had to stop.

As I described aloud to Jim how soft and warm it was between her legs, our hands slid into our pockets to quietly massage our boners.Like typical boys, we started talking trash about what we’d like to do this girl or that one. Joking around Jim said “Are you sure you can’t get your cousin to come for a visit?” My cousin Cheryl used to be the local ’easy’ girl.

Somehow that joke worked around to wishing we could suck our own cocks since there weren’t any girls nearby to do it for us. Pants came down; we had a contest to see who could get the closest to reaching his own dick. Neither of us was particularly close, but we still had boners that wouldn’t quit, so out came my porn collection.

Somehow just jerking off wasn’t quite enough after my day with Charlene. Jim reminding me of my cousin only made it worse! Finally I got brave, and curious too. I wasn’t feeling gay; I just wanted to feel my erect penis in a warm, wet place.

That night, I was desperate enough to return the favor to get it. Jim was as hormone high as I was, so he agreed. We made a blood oath not to come in each other’s mouth, we had to warn the other guy or die. That night I learned for sure that jerking off is good, but there were definitely things that felt better.

Since it was my idea, I got Jim to do me first. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I kicked my pants off as I opened a Playboy to a Barbi Benton layout. She was so damned hot, plus she resembled my cute sister, which was a further major turn on for me.

Without warning, Jim slid my penis into his mouth, he did me better than I could have ever dreamed. Guess it was a case of “do unto others”. We’d broken down a lot barriers over the years, so instead of being awkward, he just non-verbally said “I am so damned horny and here’s what I want when it’s my turn!” Dear Lord it felt incredible.

His hand started pumping my lower shaft as his mouth and tongue worked the upper half of me. It couldn’t have been two minutes before I warned him I was about to come. I stared at Barbi’s bush, thinking “God, it must feel something like this to put my dick inside her pussy. Geeeez I’m screwing you Barbi… " Jim switched to a two-handed baseball bat grip on my so very slippery dick.

Humping his hands like mad, soon gob after gob of sperm spurted from me. My orgasm lasted minutes. After maybe a dozen major spurts, I’d just lay there, though my hips would jump from time to time as another ejaculatory spasm would rack my body. Eventually I collapsed, telling Jim he could let go of my tingling dick.

When I was able to move again, Jim had returned from washing his hands. So Jim could sit in my place, I oozed off the bed. He opened some tattered issue to one of his favorite foxes as I moved into position. Grabbing his penis, I slowly stroked him a few times. A few seconds passed as I studied his penis a bit. I hadn’t seen him this close before. Both of us had finally grown good-sized cocks. While I had to admit his penis was very soft and warm, now that I’d gotten off, I was having plenty of second thoughts. What was this going to be like?

More afraid of seeming chicken, I plunged my mouth down, engulfing his erection. Jim made a sound as if he’d been punched in the gut. For me it was a reasonably pleasant sensation; his cock was rock hard, but the skin was as soft it looked. Being engorged with blood, he was amazingly warm, so his cock felt good against my tongue. Jimmy was producing seminal fluid almost immediately. Maybe because of the mental link to sex in general, he even tasted OK to me. Upon reflection, I wasn’t sexually excited, but like giving at Christmas, knowing I was making him feel the mind-blowing sensations I’d just experienced minutes earlier pleased me.

Don’t know for sure, but I don’t think Jim even lasted as long as I did. Before Jim could even warn me, I felt him swell and tense. I double fisted Jim to finish him off the same way he’d serviced me.

Mostly our “sex” together was jerking ourselves off to dirty pictures. But thank God we gotten somewhat accepting of occasional boy-boy contact. It turned out to be a doorway leading to my wildest sexual fantasies.

Please comment if you like this kind of story before Continuing further?

Chapter 2

-

2 Boys Cs 2 Sisters

Even though we were finally Seniors, our love lives hadn’t improved much. Still much desire, but little opportunity.

Our old two-room school was sold to Dean Anderson; he’d turned it into a decent little one-bedroom home. The county built a regional school a year earlier. Now all the kids in the county were bused to a single location. The county had even added a day/night college program so a country resident could earn their Freshman credits locally, then transfer as Sophomores to any state college.

Both of Jim’s sister’s had signed up for that program. His oldest sister Lynn had graduated two years ago, but didn’t have the bucks for college then, so she’d worked to save up more money. Now she could complete her Freshman year, along with Beth, for practically a song. Lynn was one sharp cookie, for her the workload was easy enough for her to continue working as she schooled.

Our centralized school didn’t really mean there were many more girls around. Yeah, there were a few more, but they all lived pretty far away. Only Diane Moravik from the closed Hamm Elementary school at the North end of the county ever captured my imagination.

The second Friday in May had been as ordinary as every other day until Jim pulled me aside at recess, obviously excited about something. Using his best conspiratorial tones he hissed, “Tell your folks you gotta stay at my house tonight and stay for the weekend! Tell ’em we’re starting a science project, and…and…we need to talk a lot. What ever you do, JUST ARRIVE BY 6:30.”

No matter how much I pleaded I couldn’t get him to spill his secret, but his permanent shit-eating grin assured me I wanted to be there.

From our farm, it was about a mile and a half to Jim’s house. Flying home, I raced through my chores. Luckily I had no problem getting the OK for my over-nighter. Since Jim had stayed at our place the last couple times, it wasn’t at all unexpected that I was going to his house. My curiosity was killing. Determined to be there by 6, a half-hour early, I pedaled my ass off getting to Jim’s.

At first I thought something had gone wrong, their station wagon was gone. Turned out Jim was there, but his folks had gone to his Mom’s 20-year High School reunion in Iowa. Immediately Jim got the third degree from me. Finally, finally, he took me up to his bathroom.

“What do you see?” Jim asked.

His Dad had begun re-modeling their ancient plumbing. He’d ripped out some dumpy old cabinets, the tiny medicine chest, and a crappy old light. There was no mess; he’d cleaned up everything so they’d still be able to use the room. With the old-fashioned light gone, you had to use a very bright work light he’d hung in one corner. With the old towel rack gone, towels and toiletries were now stacked on a little table. Still, the room seemed perfectly usable to me, so what was the big deal?

Jim’s grin widened if that’s possible. “Come here”, he giggled as he trotted back to his room. He slid open the wide door to his huge closet. “What do you see?”

“A closet.” I replied sarcastically.

Stay there! Jim closed his blinds. Reaching for the light switch he said, “NOW what do you see!”

The moment his room darkened I understood his glee. With the cabinets removed, the only thing between his room and the bathroom was a wall of quarter inch thick tongue and groove cedar…and some of the knots had fallen out. Obviously we could see into the second floor bathroom through almost a dozen small holes.

As if that wasn’t enough, having to use the work-light meant the room was lit as brightly as a movie set. There were clear views of the toilet, the shower, everywhere in the room in fact. The old shower had already been replaced with a clear glass enclosure. For the next few days we could see EVERYTHING that went on in the bathroom! Hot Damn!!

Jim was dancing! “Beth and Lynn are playing softball with a girl’s team tonight. With my folks away all we gotta do is wait here till my dirty, sweaty sisters get home and need a…”

“Shower!!” we shouted in unison. Reading each other’s mind, we started chanting “We’re seeing pussy! We’re seeing pussy!” Within a minute I had a big time boner from the anticipation.

Doing everything we could think of to be prepared, we quickly ate, pissed and grabbed some tissues. A space was cleared in the closet so we could move to any hole without tripping or making any noise hopefully. Then we silently waited, but not for long thank God.

About 6:45 we heard Lynn’s old heap pull into the drive. Our hearts began pounding. Without me touching myself, my penis began to stir. Ever the optimists, Jim and I had stripped so we could jack off easily if things went as we hoped.

A minute later Beth popped into the bathroom; in a heartbeat her pants and panties were at her ankles as she sat peeing. Already I was in near shock; me…I had glimpsed Beth’s pussy!

With Beth leaning forward; I could hear her pee hitting the water. Wistfully I stared at her long legs, excited more by knowing she was half-naked than by actually being able to see very much normally hidden flesh at that moment. Already fully erect, I slowly pumped my tingling erection.

Her water trickled to a stop; she had to reach to the table for toilet paper. As she did, her legs spread wide apart…I could see everything! My hand sped up. When she wiped herself, she opened her slit with one hand, then dabbed with the other. From actually seeing her pink flesh, I nearly came. Finished, Beth stood, giving me a perfect front view of her pussy. As she turned to flush, I saw her fantastic ass. Oh how my dick jumped.

I can only guess that she was a little tight from the game. Beth slowly bent over from the waist to touch her palms to the floor; for at least a minute she held them there as she stretched her leg muscles out. My brain was overloaded; I was staring directly into her wide open pussy. Equally visible was her anus; her cheeks were taut and spread. Like a bolt of lightning had struck me, I came hard, fast, and without warning.

My young brain and body had never been so stimulated, my head was spinning as if I’d fallen and hit a rock. My orgasm arrived so suddenly that I didn’t have a tissue ready, so I cupped my free hand over the end of my cock. The warmth of my hand plus the heat and texture of my trapped sperm took me to even greater heights. Not falling was a struggle.

My orgasm was just starting to abate when Beth made one last stretching grunt, then slid her hands to her waistband to pull everything back into place. After rinsing her hands, Beth left the room. Slowly I stroked myself for the next couple minutes; the tingling and little shudders of pleasure that lingered were heavenly.

On our side of the wall it was do dark that I could barely make out Jim next to me. With his eyes shut, he was slowly stroking himself as well. Because his pole was still waving, I guessed he hadn’t come. Locating tissues, I cleaned my hand. Listening carefully, I somewhat heard the girls speaking back and forth, but couldn’t catch much of what was said.

No more than two minutes later, Lynn came into the room with an armful of her softball uniform. Most of a pair of panties and a bra cup dangled out of the pile. Knowing those items had just been touching her breasts and pussy caused me to groan inside as I had a split-second fantasy about being her underwear for a day.

Lynn dumped her clothes into a hamper that I couldn’t see. There wasn’t much else to see for the moment because she was wearing a big plush robe. Turning, Lynn left. Moments later, Beth strolled in with her soiled clothes. Dumping them off, she left. I did spot her sports bra, God it looked soft. The pervert in me decided it would be fun to steal it so I jerk off into one of her cups some time. My dick started to firm up just a little.

Still wearing their robes, Lynn and Beth both entered the room, still yaking up a storm. Apparently one of the girls on the team had a good looking brother at the game who was home from college for a short visit. They were moaning about how good-looking he was, and bemoaning the fact that the only few guys their age in our area were clods.

Hearing them talk about how much he turned them on was a revelation for me as I listened to them fantasizing about getting him alone somewhere. Just as they were starting to giggle about getting him naked, Lynn turned on the shower drowning out most of their conversation. Too bad, it was exciting the hell out of me.

Abruptly their chatter became the farthest thing from my mind; both girls slipped out of their robes. Suddenly I was seeing two dreamy, naked, young girls, both of whom had driven my hormones nuts for several years. Now they were just a couple feet away. Seeing his sisters stark naked was too much for Jim; I heard his breathing change. From the rustling sounds, I gathered he was coming hard into a tissue. Frankly, I was too busy taking in Lynn’s body to pay much attention to Jim.

The two sisters looked so much alike it was uncanny, still, there were minor differences. Lynn’s breasts were capped with puffy areolas and shorter, but thicker nipples. Her pussy hair was a little more blonde. Quickly kneeling, I peered through a waist height hole. God almighty, I was staring right into her slit as she did something involving a temporary mirror on the wall. Beth was moving around the small room also. Her pussy was suddenly so close I not only saw every detail, I even caught a whiff of her scent. My dick became 100% alive. No matter what the girls did, I had something wonderful to look at.

This part of the show only lasted a few minutes. Yet already I felt my sac getting tight; I’d have come hard in another minute, except they headed into the shower. Thanks to the enclosure having clear glass doors, I could still see a lot, but the transition distracted me enough that I calmed down somewhat. To be able to stroke my penis a little easier, I stood again.

Once they were in the shower, I couldn’t hear a thing the girls said, but I sure could see several dreams come true…two girls taking a shower. They were certainly talking up a storm, plus giggling a lot while gesturing with their hands. Lynn turned away from Beth who began washing her back.

After a minute she’d worked down to Lynn’s butt. Seeing how Lynn’s flesh moved as it was being massaged was incredible. Finally, sporting a big grin, Beth slid a soapy hand down Lynn’s crack, then continued on to between Lynn’s leg. Lynn let out a squeal that I clearly heard. Spinning around, laughing, Lynn grabbed Beth’s face, then gave her a quick kiss.

Even through the whole thing looked like pretty innocent play, it got my imagination racing. Clear seminal fluid was readily oozing from my slit. I Rubbing it the length of my shaft, I started to slide my cock through my fist instead of pumping it.

Still grinning, still jawing non-stop, Lynn turned Beth around to soap her back. Lynn performed a combination of washing and massage on Beth. After a couple minutes, Beth seemed to be relaxing, truly enjoying herself. It was an amazing sight seeing those beautiful girls in a private moment that a boy might never get to see. It was like the first time I stepped into a clearing only to realize I was just feet away from a doe with a couple of fawns at her side…one a life’s perfect moments.

By this time Lynn had worked her hands onto Beth’s molded ass. Lathering her hands up with soap once more, Lynn returned to Beth’s fantastic butt. This time Lynn also worked soap into her crack, then down briefly between Beth’s legs. Lynn kneaded Beth’s butt all over; using her strong fingers and thumb to work deeply into her flesh. Oh how I wished, so hard, that it could be my hands on her ass.

So she could sit on the seat at the end of the fancy tub, Lynn traded places with Beth. Once seated, Lynn gave the back of Beth’s long legs the same treatment; starting at the ankles, Lynn worked her way upwards. Beth parted her legs to give Lynn full access to her thighs. Eventually Lynn ended up with her hand in the gap between Beth’s legs, damn that looked hot.

Finally Beth stood. Both girls lathered their hands until they were covered with soap. Presumably they were going to finish washing themselves. After putting down their bars of soap, Beth and Lynn ended up facing each other. However Beth grinned as she began half washing and half tickling Lynn’s midriff. Smiling back, Lynn began lathering Beth’s neck and face.

I had no way of knowing that the next few minutes would change my life forever.

Thought of adding a little simulation for your support, please download these for all your entertainment:

https://openload.co/f/VunAgiNkflU

https://openload.co/f/thejcr7zmsI

https://openload.co/f/65M6gjs54bk

https://openload.co/f/NnVsYc2eMG4

https://openload.co/f/UHNCOkkFEBM

https://openload.co/f/xzPKc9I5DqM

Chapter 3

-

Moments of Intensity

No longer tickling Lynn; Beth was she was lazily lathering Lynn’s navel. Her hands next slowly worked from above Lynn’s navel, down to just short of her pubic hair, then upwards over Lynn’s tummy again and again. Lynn’s hands had moved onto Beth’s shoulders, massaging them all the way down to the muscles just above Beth’s breasts. Both girls had stopped speaking shortly after Beth’s tickle attack; they seemed to freeze for half a minute. Their soapy hands stopped moving.

The misty shower caused white lines of soap to stream down their bodies. Both girls appeared to be looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

Like a deer caught in headlights, Beth stood frozen. My heart began hammering at my chest as it struck me that Lynn’s hands were slowly sliding down onto Beth’s breasts. Her movements seemed so cautious, it seemed as though Lynn was silently asking permission. Ever so gently, Lynn began to fondle Beth. Tenderly Lynn’s hands lathered both of Beth’s breasts completely, several times. Eventually Lynn ended up mostly working the area around Beth’s nipples, nipples which clearly responded by growing long and thick.

Still frozen, eyes closed, Beth’s hands had remained motionless just an inch below Lynn’s beautiful bosom. Lynn’s hands stopped their pretense of lathering in favour of cupping Beth’s breasts with a nipple was pressed into each palm. Tentatively, halting several times, Lynn leaned toward Beth, holding a moment each time to allow Beth to protest; then finally kissing her ever so softly when she didn’t.

Lynn kissed Beth again, then again, and again. Each kiss was delivered as softly as the first. As Beth began returning Lynn’s kisses, each kiss became longer than the one before it. Soon Beth had opened her mouth, inviting Lynn to enter. Spellbound, I watched Lynn’s tongue slither into Beth’s mouth, then all around inside. Within a couple minutes the girls were taking turns exploring each other’s mouth.

Leaning back, Lynn smiled an absolutely angelic smile at Beth. Reaching for Beth’s hands, Lynn slid them down onto her breasts. Each girl started fondling her sister while staring into each other’s eyes.

Their intimacy was simply too much for Jim and I, we both came the instant his sisters began fondling each other’s teats. Not wanting to miss a moment, I planted my palm against the wall and my forehead against the back of that hand to steady myself at a peephole while my other hand made a tunnel for me to slide my erection through.

Sperm pumped through my penis, shooting onto the wall over and over. The feeling was magical. Yes it was only masturbating, but the live show had evoked a range of sensations that were both new and powerful. Overcome himself, Jim slid to his knees, groaning, sperm still oozing from the end of his dick.

The light spray having finally rinsed away all the soap, the girls were watching their hands on the breasts they were fondling. Beth held Lynn’s breasts in such a way that her puffy areolas pointed up towards Beth’s face. Beth looked into Lynn’s eyes, then bent forward to nurse on Lynn’s breasts. Tingling anew, I felt blood re-inflating my penis.

Lynn began stroking Beth’s hair as her sister tenderly suckled her. Serenely closing her eyes, obviously Lynn was enthralled with the feeling of Beth’s sweet mouth feeding upon her sensitive flesh. Utterly fascinated, I observed Lynn’s chest rise and fall as she took in extra-deep breaths.

Minutes later, Lynn reached for Beth’s face, which she turned up to give her the sexiest, most passionate kiss I’d even seen. That kiss lasted several minutes.

Maybe a minute into the kiss, Lynn’s hand slid down Beth’s right arm until she found Beth’s hand. Opening her stance, Lynn slowly moved Beth’s hand onto Lynn’s pussy. Holding the back of Beth’s hand, Lynn guided it in small circles, showing her sister how she wanted to be touched. The moment Beth got the proper rhythm, Lynn’s hand went back to Beth’s breasts. Moments later, Lynn’s right hand slid across Beth’s stomach until it latched securely on top of Beth’s young pussy.

It was obvious that Lynn soon found the perfect rhythm to please Beth because Beth’s knees nearly buckled. Lynn’s other hand quickly slid around to Beth’s ass to help support her sister.

To me it looked like a recovered Beth soon took the initiative in their protracted kiss. She seemed to drive her tongue into Lynn’s mouth. From my line of sight, the girls were at a slight angle, so I could see much of Beth’s ass, but not her pussy.

However, I could clearly see between Lynn’s legs. Feeling tired from two powerful orgasms, I decided to kneel again so I could view Lynn’s pussy better from the lower angle. Unblinking, I starred at her magnificent muff in fascination.

Without warning, Beth worked her middle finger between Lynn’s vaginal lips. Pulling the lips around her middle finger somehow, Beth slid her trapped finger up and down Lynn’s slit. My inner embers began smoldering yet again.

Just as I was absorbing this latest development, Beth clearly slid her finger inside of Lynn. My brain burst into flame, hormones coursed throughout my system.

Lynn reacted like a woman possessed. Still in the midst of their marathon kiss, Lynn tilted Beth backwards. I suspected she was trying to drive her tongue clear down Beth’s throat. Lynn’s free hand slid up from Beth’s ass to the middle of her back, supporting her weight. The weight shift moved the pair until I was seeing my best view yet of Beth’s sweet pussy. A lucky thing to, because I got to see Lynn slip her middle finger into Beth. If Lynn hadn’t been holding her sister, I think she would’ve collapsed, I could tell Beth went nearly limp for a moment.

When Lynn slid a second finger into her sister, Beth pulled Lynn against her hard; their breasts fought each other for space. Both their hips began what even a virgin like me could recognize as a sexual rhythm. For the past few minutes, as I’d watched in awe, I hadn’t touched myself. Becoming very aware that I was fully erect again, I resumed stroking myself. My hand ran over my scrotum, my ass, my penis, the place below my balls, up across my chest, my stomach, then I’d start all over again.

Lynn slid a third finger inside Beth, her body visibly fell limp against her sister. She’d opened her legs wide for Lynn’s probing fingers, but the kiss broke as her head lolled against Lynn’s chest, like a rag doll, her hands dropped limply to her sides. The only sign of life in Beth was the way her hips were working against Lynn’s invading fingers.

Straightening, Lynn’s hands moved up Beth’s sides, holding her until Beth came back to life sufficiently that she seemed able to stand on her own again. What I saw on Lynn’s face was such a loving expression. I remember praying that a girl would look that way at me someday. I got the impression that Lynn was looking at Beth as if she was peering inside her soul.

Again no one spoke; they stood looking at each other for long moments. Still holding Beth, Lynn took a step backwards. Carefully she placed Beth’s hands on a support bar on each side of the tub, leaving Beth with a puzzled expression.

Lynn began kissing all over Beth’s face, then down her neck, across her upper chest, all around both breasts. Lynn gave each nipple several long, deep sucks, then kissed downward to Beth’s flat tummy. Finally Lynn wormed her tongue deep into Beth’s belly button. At the same time, Lynn’s hands had found Beth’s buns; she kept running her fingers lightly over them or the surrounding area. Moving downward again, Lynn’s kissing covered Beth’s lower stomach.

She stopped. Lynn sat on lowest seat at the end of the tub. She slid her hands back around Beth’s ass. One last time Lynn stared up at Beth’s face. Never breaking eye contact, Lynn pulled Beth’s hips toward her face. Lynn’s mouth opened, her tongue was poised to strike.

From my angle I couldn’t see the moment of contact, but Beth’s reaction made it clear that her sister was eating her pussy. Sliding her legs apart as wide as possible, stiffening her arms on the handrails for support, Beth thrust her hips against Lynn’s face.

It appeared Lynn was eating the top of Beth’s slit, plus was working a couple fingers in and out of her sister. Beth’s hips were working like a rowing machine. It seemed a sure bet that Beth would be getting off any second.

I’d have lost that bet.

Backing away from Lynn; Beth was obviously weak, leaning heavily on the rails. Turning off the shower, Beth slid the stall door open. I was in shock; surely Lynn was too. With the water off, I could again hear the girl’s conversation. Beth was panting, catching her breath. She extended a hand, then pulled Lynn to her feet.

Beth said, “God no, everything is fine, more than fine, it’s fantastic. Come here.” Beth initiated another long French kiss.

When the kiss broke, Beth kissed all across Lynn’s face then neck. Taking Lynn’s hand, Beth led her out of the shower stall.

Facing her sister again, Beth spoke softly. “You were making me feel like I never dreamed I could. I was about to come. But I realized I wanted this to be even more special, I want to come together if we can. I want to learn what you taste like to. Besides we couldn’t do it the tub very well anyhow. I’ve heard about 69 more than enough; let’s try it. Lay down Sis, I want to eat you!”

Looking extremely touched, Lynn gave Beth a long soft kiss before lying down on her back. Reaching into the stall, Beth turned only the cold water back on.

“I think Jimmy’s home, I don’t want that little shit getting suspicious.”

Beth settled onto the big, plush rug where Lynn awaited her. Swinging a leg over Lynn’s head, Beth positioning her pussy over her sister’s mouth. Now looking down into Lynn’s groin, she stared for a time. Silently I wondered if it was like seeing herself.

Happily, Lynn was lying at a bit of an angle, affording me a clear view between her legs. Her pussy looked so inviting to me that I wanted to break down the wall, then drive my now dancing dick into the bright pink hole I could see so clearly. Maybe Lynn was still just wet from the shower, but to me her pussy looked as if it’d been oiled.

Incredible, I was seeing a horny girl, as ready for sex as nature could make her; wide open, bright pink, begging for sex. “Here I am, a pretty pussy, fuck me, fuck me NOW!”

Finally Beth reached out, massaging her sister in lazy circles. Shifting her weight onto one arm, she slowly slid a finger into Lynn.

Lynn must have chosen that moment to resume eating out Beth. A sharp intake of air as her head flew back made it clear that Beth was feeling something wonderful happening between her legs. Her attention returned to Lynn’s pussy, which lay wide open awaiting her pleasure. Beth soon had three fingers inside Lynn. Clearly Beth was feeling around, sampling the textures of her sister’s body. As her fingers pistoned in and out, they were coated with Lynn’s lubricating fluids

When Beth completely withdrew her fingers, I observed that Lynn’s vagina had widened; it was painfully obvious to my male brain that her opening was made for my penis. Holding my breath, I saw Beth lower her head; her tongue snaked out. Sweet Jesus, she was eating her sister’s pussy!

Both girls heads were bobbing into a pussy, both hips were dancing to a primal beat that reverberated in my loins. Intently I stared as Beth’s tongue worked repeatedly around the entire perimeter of Lynn’s slit. Minutes later, she switched to plunging her fully extended tongue into Lynn’s hole in a fucking motion until Lynn moaned non-stop.

Finally she concentrated on Lynn’s clit employing a frantic sucking-licking combination. Even I understood that these sisters were getting ready to come. The urgency in their hips, the groaning into each other’s pussy, the intensity of their mouths made it obvious they were approaching bliss.

Beth got her wish; they appeared to come at the same instant. Both bodies went crazy, hips flew. They screamed in unison, screams that were muffled by a mouthful of pussy. Even when Beth fell onto her side, neither girl lost contact with the slit she was eating. The oral assault upon each other’s pleasure centers continued unabated; hands roved everywhere. The girls wriggled and rolled around, but never broke their 69.

Seeing their hips bucking like wild broncos was a revelation for me, I’d mostly pictured a girl lying back while a guy would move his penis around inside her. I began to truly understand just how much I was missing. Lightning bolts were shooting through my body. I was on the edge again. My chin went slack; my hand pumped furiously, my balls had practically retracted inside of me. The ultimate tingling was becoming more and more pronounced; I was teetering.

Beth had moved around so much that her groin came clearly into my view. At last I could see Lynn’s tongue digging into Beth’s incredibly beautiful pussy. Her hole was open; everywhere was wet, pink and glistening. Even as I stared, I saw Beth’s open vagina repeatedly contracting as she began another orgasm; fluids flowed out of her. My subconscious brain linked all my internal connections; my body got the unmistakable message… IT’S TIME TO PUT YOUR SPERM INTO THAT AMAZING BODY. I came.

Powerful spurts of white semen shot out of my cock. Lynn came. She moaned from her depths, she began writhing like a worm on a hot sidewalk. Jimmy came, I heard him groan deeply. His fist and sperm were flying.

Pleasure so intense that I didn’t have a conscious thought in my head overtook me. My only sensations were of pure, total delight. A maximum dose of its reward chemicals flooded brain.

Having reached such an intense peak, it took a long time for all of us to come down to earth. Slowly my hand continued to slide up and down my penis; I was treated to short pleasure spasms from now dry spurts over the next few minutes. Jimmy had collapsed to the floor, still milking his deflating cock.

The girls still had their heads buried between each others legs, but they seemed to have switched to very slow little kisses or soft, gentle licks that reminded me of a mother cat with her kittens. It was an absolutely heavenly moment. Watching them together made me feel 100 different incredible feelings. God those girls were beautiful.

Then Jimmy sneezed…….

Chapter 4

-

To Peek or Not to Peek

It wasn’t all that loud a sneeze. Probably just a little dust in the closet that we’d stirred up had triggered it. At that moment I was so flooded with dopamine that I was in La La Land, I couldn’t think with any clarity. In fact, I’d tuned Jimmy out entirely. The girl’s were in pretty much the same state I suspect. Had Jimmy sneezed a few minutes earlier, in all likelyhood it wouldn’t have registered with anyone.

Apparently it almost didn’t register with the girls. Beth was lying on her side facing the wall, gently munching on Lynn’s muff. Lynn was lazily eating her right back. Life was good! When Jimmy sneezed, the sound tickled at the back of her brain, one of those what’s wrong with this picture kind of things. A minute or so passed before that tickle prompted Beth to open her eyes. Another minute or two later her eyes sent a “what’s wrong with this picture” type message to her swirling brain.

Beth had just enjoyed her first real adult sex, with her sister - another girl - and it had been by far and away the best sex of her life. Understandably she was pretty much out of it. Except for one thing, that sneeze would’ve slipped by.

When Jimmy and I had come while watching his sisters muff diving, a few gobs of sperm had found a couple of the little holes in the wall. Eventually it registered with Beth that there was a little trail of white stuff on the wall dribbling down from two different holes. Then she noticed a tiny spot of white stuff on the floor near the rug she was on. Barely able to keep me eyes open, I didn’t spot it when her finger casually retrieved a warm sample. Beth bred horses; it dawned upon her what she’d found.

Beth began kissing her way up to Lynn’s face. She gave Lynn a couple soft kisses; from my vantage point, she appeared to be kissing Lynn’s cheek. Actually she was whispering into Lynn’s ear her suspicion that their brother was peeping at them through the wall. Continuing to kiss each other, they hatched a plan to catch Jimmy red handed; afraid otherwise they’d never know for sure what he knew.

For our benefit Lynn got up saying, “Stay there, I’ve got to run to my room. Keep your motor running. I’ll be right back.”

“Like this?” Beth replied in a playful tone, swinging her hips towards the door while opening her legs. In clear sight of our peepholes, she began masturbating, lifting her hips towards the departing Lynn. Beth let her right leg drop flat so her pussy was wide open and fully exposed.

Grabbing both lips, she pulled herself in circles. I’d never thought much about girls getting themselves off, let alone how’d they do it. Seeing Beth masturbate was another major shock to my system. Jim and I were totally transfixed; the primitive parts of our brains were once again in total control.

Beth put on a real show. Fingering herself, she played with her nipples, teased her clit. Soon her hips were humping the air. The wet sounds her pussy made reached my ears, subliminally the smell of sex was in the air. Our dicks were firming up yet again; a boy in a first sex-charged situation can manage a lot of boners. So there Jimmy and I were, building towards our first orgasms from watching a girl masturbating, a soft, sexy, sister-type dream girl, who’s pussy was almost in our faces.

Lynn had gone to Jimmy’s door. Being an aged farmhouse, it had an old fashioned keyhole. Long ago the girls learned to always hang something on their doorknob so “the pervert” couldn’t spy on them, but Jimmy hadn’t been so careful. Lynn peeked through the keyhole but couldn’t see Jimmy. Carefully she tried the knob, but found the door locked. A locked door and no brother in sight confirmed her worst fears; the first time she and her sister eat each other and the little shit was spying on them. Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!!!

Royally pissed, Lynn softly padded to her room for a skeleton key. Closing her door, plus turning out the hall light so it was fairly dark, she stealthily returned to Jimmy’s door. Like a good burglar she unlocked the door almost silently. Ghostlike, Lynn slid into the darkened room, determined to scare the living shit out of her brother. Quietly she closed his door so she’d be able to see into the closet behind it, where she now knew Jimmy had to be. Her hand found the closet light switch……….

Chapter 5:

Lynn Sees More…….

In case Jimmy was watching, Beth was determined to give him a show that was sure to keep him glued to the bathroom wall he was spying through. Beth was furious to think Jimmy might have caught her acting like a lesbian with her sister, but neither Beth or Lynn were especially gay, both girls adored cute boys.

True, Beth and her sister had played a little doctor as kids, acting upon their natural curiosity about sex. The sad fact was there hadn’t been any older boys within miles as they grew up. So they’d grown very close from being sisters, playmates, and confidants. Once they became old to enough to know about boys, they’d share everything about sex they’d hear or learn from any source.

They’d even practiced kissing and “getting to first base” a few times a couple years earlier. The sex play was fairly innocent stuff, only cupping of newly maturing breasts through each other’s bra and blouse. Merely a little touching of tongue tips rather than serious French kissing.

The strong excitement they’d felt was more from the thought of what they were doing than any physical stimulation. Yet shyness can be difficult to overcome; after getting themselves hot and bothered, both girls always found an excuse to go to their own rooms where they’d masturbate to relieve their hormone-induced tension.

Over the years they had often slept together in the same bed, like a mini-slumber party. Since real slumber parties were far and few in between in their large, rural county, their parents never objected, as long as they were fairly quiet and actually got some sleep.

The human condition being what it was, a couple years earlier they’d experimented with sleeping together nude, satisfing some deep need to be pressed against another soft, warm body. It felt normal, wonderful, and very re-assuring to the lonely teenaged girls. But it wasn’t overtly sexual.

Oddly enough the intimate relationship which eventually evolved for Beth and Lynn probably began because of Fred.

One afternoon Fred Bonds had come over to buy a pickup load of hay. Throwing bales from the barn’s second story through a hatchway into the back of the truck had made Fred sweaty. Taking a short break, he opened a second hinged loading door for more light and to get some fresh air into the dusty loft. Below him, Beth was training a horse in the ring. As usual, she was wearing tight fitting jeans and a tank top. When working around tack that could catch on flapping material, Beth never wore anything loose.

Fred wasn’t anything special to look at, just an average guy, though in fairness he was strong as a bull. Nor was he the brightest bulb in the marquee, but like everyone else, Fred needed a love life. There weren’t many young black girls in the county to begin with, and those few available didn’t pay much attention to Fred. He was a hard-working nice-guy, but simply not a chick magnet. So like many of us, Fred walked around lonely, a bit shy, and under-appreciated.

If the local girls had known his body was nothing but rippling muscles, they might have paid him more attention. But young girls were quick to judge. Girls his age weren’t stopping to think what tossing 100 lb. bales and bags all day does to a young man’s physique. Nor would they talk to him long enough to discover he could be good company if given a chance.

Seeing beautiful Beth and being able to leisurely stare at her sexy young body was a rare treat for the teenaged farm boy. Being a hard worker, Fred rarely got off the farm. He might not even see a female besides his Mama between church one Sunday and the next.

Certainly it wasn’t anything conscious, but his dick grew rock hard while watching Beth’s firm ass wiggle as she walked about. Fact was, Beth could raise the dead, few men wouldn’t have paused to appreciate her beauty. Being braless, her tits would bounce when she’d crack the training whip or trot around the ring beside her mare.

Giving in to his dick, Fred dropped his trousers and began to hurriedly masturbate before this unique opportunity to jerk off while covertly watching a sexy girl passed. Sunlight gleamed off Beth’s hair; he could almost smell how fresh she must be after a shower. For nearly half a minute her tits wiggled steadily as she waggled the training whip above her head to hold the horse’s attention.

Obviously, her nipples were responding to the friction of rubbing within the tank top, they were so prominent they cast little shadows. God, she was amazing to look at. After a mere couple minutes of the Beth show, Fred was horny beyond imagining.

Fred came, his sperm shot repeatedly onto the barn wall. His knees buckled from the pleasure he felt as a dozen bolts of semen crashed into the gray, aged oak siding. Down below, Beth didn’t know how much he wanted that sperm to be flooding into her warm, fertile body.

However, Lynn knew. She’d gone to the barn just to make sure Fred hadn’t broken a leg slipping between bales, or some such since he’d been in the barn for what seemed to her to be a long time.

A series of the 2" x 4"’s nailed to a wall served a ladder rungs for climbing up to the hayloft. As Lynn had gotten to top of the ladder, she froze. There was Fred, with his coveralls down. He had strong, hairy legs, a tight butt and a handful of chocolate-colored penis. With her eyes just barely above the floorboards, she watched, mesmerized, by the sight of her first human erection. She’d seen bulls and horses with their huge cocks, but this was a boy, even if it was only Fred.

Her mind began soaking up the details. How his balls swung in his scrotum, the color of his bulbous tip, the respectable length and breadth of his shaft, the shade and texture of his pubic hair, the veins and the way his skin bunched as he pumped himself. She liked the way his butt flexed as he drove into his hand.

Lynn’s body began reacting to the erotic scene before her. Her teenaged body wanted very much to be getting laid on a steady basis. Within seconds her panties were wet, within a minute her crotch was soaked. As her nipples became fully engorged with blood, they looked liked two fingers trying to push through her T-shirt.

Needing to hold onto the rungs tightly to keep from falling, Lynn couldn’t slip her hand into her pants as her brain demanded. So she simply froze in place, staring, unable to move. A new sound from Fred shook Lynn out of her reverie. Preceded by a deep, shuddering exhale, Fred’s penis began jumping, then thick, easily seen strands of sperm began to erupt from the now deep purple tip.

Lynn became so aroused she almost fainted, but she managed to hold on. Finally Fred let go of his dick, maybe to steady himself. His semi-erect penis dangled and dripped. Fred gave a shudder; his hand pumped his cock several more times, a modest stream of fluid oozed out of it.

Fear of discovery, plus lack of strength, dictated it was time for Lynn to climb back down to the main floor. Being turned on to such an extreme that her body was quivering, Lynn made a beeline to her room to masturbate. But fate can be cruel. As she flew into the house, her Mother snagged her to help pick a slew of veggies in the garden “that had to be picked right now or the bugs will get them.”

Lynn begged to join her later, pleaded, but her Mom wouldn’t let her out of her sight “cause you’ll disappear, and I won’t see you until it’s too late and we have a garden full of fat bugs…”

In a sane world a person should be able to explain to another “Hey, I’ve just seen the sexiest thing ever and I desperately need to have an orgasm before my head explodes.” But this is not a sane world, and we generally can’t talk about sex. So a near terminally horny Lynn ended up in the family garden for hours.

The time spent in the garden did little to lessen Lynn’s sexual tension. The string beans reminded her of little penises, the cucumbers of fat cocks… Anyway, you get the idea, she couldn’t get sex out of her head, or the dampness out of her panties.

At last the ‘harvest’ was picked, but no sooner had Lynn escaped her Mom, than Beth attached herself to Lynn’s hip. The fever pitch had subsided somewhat, but not enough that Lynn still wasn’t dying to be alone.

Soon it was time for dinner. Lynn shot to her room after eating, but Beth was right behind her. Lynn loved Beth, she didn’t want to hurt her, but she was desperate to be left alone so she could get a hand between her legs and re-live the events of the afternoon.

No matter what polite ploy Lynn tried to escape Beth, her sister simply made some dense reply.

L: “Isn’t time for your shower?”

B: “Oh, I already had my shower.”

L: “Don’t you have some homework to finish?”

B: “No, I don’t have any homework tonight.”

L: “Weren’t you dying to finish that book?”

B: “Oh, I finished my book last night, it was so good. Want to read it?”

Arrrgh. Worse still, Lynn had sworn on of a stack of Bible’s that Friday night, tonight, they’d sleep together and talk. SHIT!!!!

What Lynn didn’t know was that Beth was one of those special people to whom she could have said “Sis, I’m horny as hell and need to be alone for a while.”

It would’ve been OK. Beth would have gladly left Lynn alone so she could find her relief.

Fortunately, it turned out better this time that she didn’t.

Chapter 6

-

Sisters Surprise Each Other

Over the years, Lynn and Beth had, for the most part, been able to discuss anything. After seeing Fred that afternoon, Lynn was dying to share with her sister every detail of what she’d seen. Unfortunately, he’d been jerking off while watching Beth working with her favourite mare, that fact made it awkward for Lynn to discuss the afternoon’s events with her sister. Harder still because of how she’d felt while seeing her first horny, naked male.

True, Lynn was positive she’d seen her Dad’s penis hanging out once when his robe briefly flashed open. But that glimpse had been so quick, plus he’d been flaccid. Today Lynn had gotten to watch Fred in action for a fairly long time, furthermore Fred had been sporting a bona fide boner. So Lynn had kept her news about Fred, and how she was feeling, completely to herself all evening.

Nonetheless Beth had noticed that Lynn seemed quieter than usual, but she gave up after asking several times if anything was wrong. Finally Beth mentally shrugged her shoulders, then headed off to bed. Stripping completely, Beth slipped under the light cover.

Entering her own bedroom just minutes behind her sister, Lynn was puzzled that she felt awkward undressing in front of Beth that night. Upon further reflection, Lynn realized she’d actually kept her back to Beth the whole time, even as she climbed into bed.

Yet as always, it felt soooo nice when Beth promptly snuggled her baby soft, lithe, and oooooh so warm body against Lynn’s back. But that very same human warmth also caused Lynn to quickly feel full blown horny again. Receiving trigger signals caused by the intimate contact, her brain released chemicals into her system, prodding Lynn with one simple message: have sex.

Despite the quiet of a night filled only with the normal sounds of a sultry county setting, Lynn managed to achieve only a light, fitful sleep. Little time had passed when she awoke to a room awash with moonlight. Miniscule messages tickled her sleepy brain; her areolas were puffy and sensitive, same for her vaginal area, she’d been secreting lubricating fluids. Breathing through her nose, she even detected a faint sexual aroma emanating from her groin. Concluding that she must’ve been dreaming, Lynn became acutely aware that her body was begging for sex.

Powerless, her hand crept into the Vee between her legs which formed when she’d pulled her right foot towards her while lifting her knee. When her hand reached it’s goal, Lynn softly moaned. Massaging her primed real estate, she tried making slow, careful circles around her clit, but the daylong sexual tension urged her to rub harder, faster.

Trying not to disturb her sister, Lynn slid slightly away from Beth. While she hated losing the body warmth, Lynn wanted to lie on her back so she could spread her legs more easily. Soon she was indeed able to manipulate her genitals much better. As Lynn resumed her masturbation, soft sighs issued from within her rising then falling chest. Finally she was feeling the first small twinges of approaching relief. The rest of the world began to fade as bliss crowded out mundane thoughts.

The moonlight was so bright it began to intrude upon Lynn’s reverie; she turned her head away, in Beth’s direction, to escape its intrusive mid-night glare. Blinking reflexively, Lynn found herself staring into Beth’s open eyes.

Lynn froze. Her legs were wide apart, her hand was on her pussy, both her nipples were at attention, her breathing was labored. Lynn was mortified; her sister had caught her masturbating! With hormones wracking her system, Lynn couldn’t think clearly, but she certainly felt embarrassed, vulnerable, but still in desperate need of release.

Certainly Beth was in shock, but more-so in awe. Even though Beth “jilled” herself off on a regular basis, but she’d never thought much about her older sister doing it also. It was amazing, even beautiful, seeing Lynn making love to herself. It struck Beth that they talked about boys together, but not much about their own bodies, or even feelings about sex, since puberty. Beth had an epiphany, a moment of clarity during which she realized she could destroy their relationship, or cement it for life over the next few heartbeats.

Enjoying an inspired moment, Beth smiled serenely at Lynn. Slowly she leaned forward to tenderly kissed Lynn on the mouth, then plant soft little kisses all over Lynn’s face. As she did, Beth slid her hand down Lynn’s arm until her hand was on top of her sister’s still immobile hand, then Beth manipulated Lynn’s hand the way she would have if she were fondling her own pussy.

As she realized her little sister was telling her “It’s OK, I love you. I do this myself. Don’t stop, I understand what you’re feeling.”, Lynn started crying from joy.

Lynn’s need was too great to stop stimulating her clitoris again, but her free hand moved behind Beth’s head, pulling her mouth to her own, giving Beth the first real soul kiss either girl had ever experienced. The kiss’s intensity wasn’t planned, it wasn’t even intended to be sexual. The kiss was a simple outpouring of love, an expression of joy at the realization that theirs was a special heart-to-heart mind-to-mind relationship. During their lengthy, deep kiss, tongues eventually chased each other from one mouth to the other.

A rapidly approaching orgasm was demanding more air reach Lynn’s hard working lungs; Beth became aware of Lynn’s labored breathing. At that moment, Beth loved Lynn deeply. Knowing this normally private event must be awkward for Lynn, Beth wanted to make it as guilt-free for Lynn as possible.

Beth gazed upon Lynn; her mouth was half open, eyes closed, her face showed the sweet tension within, even as her hand moved franticly between her own legs. Placing soft kisses around Lynn’s lips, Beth directed her finger tips to lightly graze Lynn’s breasts. As she observed Lynn’s body respond positively to her caresses, Beth shifted until she could kiss up and down her sister’s neck.

Warm lips on her neck was the straw that broke the camel’s back; Lynn came. She came like she never had before. Her body was flooded with warm, liquid pleasure. She felt a series of contractions, each producing bolts of electric joy.

Many quiet minutes passed before Lynn’s body stilled completely, before her breathing returned to normal. The intense orgasm had elevated her to a true euphoric state, she was floating on a cloud. Lynn was so relaxed that she couldn’t be sure whether or not she’d fallen asleep or remained awake. Night noises from outside and the bright moonlight gradually registered, becoming an extension of her bliss.

Time had certainly elapsed, but Lynn couldn’t say whether minutes or hours had passed by as she drifted down a stream of serenity. Life was good.

Dreamily, Lynn’s mind finally started reliving the sexual experiences of the day. Seeing Fred’s sperm erupting from his rigid penis, the feeling of Beth’s body sleeping against hers, being kissed while she’d stimulated her clit, the feathery touches across her breasts that seemed to trigger her release. Over and over her mind replayed dreamlike sequences as Lynn basked in a post-orgasmic glow.

More simulation for all supportive Enthusiasts

https://openload.co/f/aVPd0gB8sPA

https://openload.co/f/1ztiKotQ4jE

https://openload.co/f/9G9Vw7Uv\_aM

https://openload.co/f/uBlvomLqhhg

https://openload.co/f/uzE29D-dHwk

https://openload.co/f/tHDDToqSYzQ

Chapter 7

-

After Last Night, What Must Beth Think?

Beth! Fear and uncertainty invaded her mind. Beth!

As she lay in bed, Lynn’s mind replayed the night’s events, but now it presented only the dark potential consequences of Beth seeing what should have been a private moment. Having been raised to feel that her body was something to be kept secret, something “a nice girl” never talked about, Lynn was in turmoil.

Finally it sunk in; she’d enjoyed that fact that Beth had been there. NO, she loved it that Beth had helped her masturbate! In fact Beth had helped her come better than she ever had before.

“Wow, I shared my passion with another person, Beth! Oh my God, Beth! What is she going to think about me? What do I say to her?”

Opening her eyes, Lynn’s first thought was a fear that Beth might have left for her own room out of embarrassment.

When Lynn finally grew brave enough to peek, there, in the dim silvery light of late night, was Beth, lying on her side, eyes wide open, gazing at her sister.

“Beth, I…” Lynn began, but was clearly struggling over what to say.

Smiling a warm, gentle smile, Beth propped herself up on an elbow, leaned forward, then planted a petal soft kiss squarely on Lynn’s lips. Beth held the kiss until the warmth of each other’s lips was quite noticeable. As she finally removed her lips, Beth placed her index finger in their place, mouthing an almost silent “shhhhhh.”

Beth whispered, “You were so beautiful.” After a pause, adding “Now please don’t say anything more tonight. I have something important I need to do, and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Smiling again, Beth took away her finger, then gave Lynn one more short closed mouth kiss.

In addition to feeling tremendous relief, Lynn felt a newfound tenderness towards Beth as well; she was deeply moved by her sister’s seeming understanding of Lynn’s “moment of weakness”. Fact was, Lynn was still a bit troubled that Beth had seen her lose “control”, had seen her masturbating. Despite knowing better deep down, Lynn still worried about how her display might effect their relationship.

While Lynn drifted along, luxuriating in her post-release dream state, Beth had had time to think. Upon witnessing her sister give in to an unsuspected sensual side, a myriad of thoughts had flooded her mind, some earthy, some profound. For sure, it was purely incredible to have watched Lynn masturbate, especially seeing her come. For a time she’d felt overwhelmed.

Yet gradually Beth was able to sort out much of her mental chaos. Thoughts swirled in Beth’s brain like leaves on a windy Autumn day.

“That must be how I look when I play with myself.”

“It was awesome being there with her. Hot damn, sex shared is better than sex alone.”

“Lord, I love Lynn; I always want us to feel this close.”

“I got super excited watching her; she got me so horny I could scream.”

“Lynn’s body is so sexy; now I truly understand why boys want girls so much.”

“Why haven’t Lynn and I talked about sex and stuff? We talk about boys, but we’ve never seriously discussed sex and stuff. Why?”

Finally her thoughts meandered around to how Lynn must have felt when she realized Beth was watching her. Initially Beth was going to tease her big sister, luckily something had stopped her. Fortunately Beth got a sense that Lynn was doing something…important.

Abruptly Beth had recalled how she’d felt those times when Lynn had almost caught her with a hand in her panties, so to speak. In a moment of clarity she understood that an emotional wall could either go up, or come down forever, all depending upon how Beth handled this situation.

Having gotten a taste of true intimacy, Beth had spent her time watching by dwelling on how not to lose this special link with her sister. Having arrived at a solution, Beth lay back on Lynn’s bed. Closing her eyes, she smiled ever so slightly. At last she hoped knew now how to forge the bond with Lynn she sought.

Groping briefly, Beth found one of Lynn’s hands. Gently Beth ran her fingers across her sister’s palm, then held that hand following a gentle squeeze. With her right hand, Beth began rubbing Lynn’s stomach. After tracing a series of lazy figure 8’s, her fingers drifted down Lynn’s right leg, then up, across her lower stomach, finally down her left leg. Eventually her hand returned to graze the top of Lynn’s pubic hair, before heading upwards…between Lynn’s soft breasts…eventually massaging her sister’s upper chest for a full minute.

During this time, Beth’s breathing gradually changed; Lynn noticed. Studying her sister, Lynn realized that Beth looked as sexy as a cat stretching before a fireplace. When Beth’s hand eventually moved from Lynn’s upper chest onto her breasts, Lynn’s inhale sounded identical to Beth’s deep intake of air.

For several minutes, Beth fondled her own breasts, mimicking her caressing of Lynn’s tender flesh. Eventually Beth’s hands worked back and forth, tweaking one nipple, then the other.

Even though the sisters occasionally showered together to insure they’d both have enough hot water, Lynn had never seen Beth’s nipples so fully aroused. They were long, thick, seductive, she began to fully experience Beth’s earlier perspective. “My God, Beth is so, so gorgeous. Damn, Beth is…sexy. My sister is incredibly sexy!”

Like a cobra following the flute, Lynn’s eyes followed Beth’s hand; it left her breasts, slowly slid across her stomach, then continued heading South. As the fingers brushed though the top of her sparse bush, Beth’s knees slid up and outward, opening herself for all the world to see. The moment Beth reached her own pussy, Lynn felt Beth’s other hand momentarily tighten around her fingers. Air hissed into Beth’s body, her back arched. Suddenly the tension on Beth’s face was replace by a serene expression as she began strumming herself.

As it sunk in that Beth had planned this erotic exhibition to relieve Lynn’s guilt, she leaned toward Beth to whisper in her ear the only words spoken the rest of that night. “I love you Beth. Thank you.”

Recalling the little things Beth had earlier done for her, things that had felt so special, Lynn trailed tender kisses all over Beth’s face, mouth, neck, and upper chest. So she could slide close against her sister, Lynn released Beth’s hand. Then Lynn was able to use her fingertips to run light, tingling trails over both breasts.

With both of her hands free at that point, Beth began using them both on herself. Having ten fingers to work with, Beth slid her left index and middle finger inside her own vagina while the right hand trapped her clit between her puffy lips. Beth shook her swollen clit back and forth like a dog with a favorite rag toy.

An aroma of sex soon filled the air. The rapid breathing and tempo made it clear Beth was building to her release. A hundred wondrous thoughts swirled in Lynn’s brain. She wanted Beth to have the best come ever. She adored the freedom and discovery this night had produced.

Shifting slightly, Lynn suckled on Beth’s breasts. The “OOOHHhhhhhh” that escaped Beth was Lynn’s reward, clearly she was adding greatly to Beth’s mounting pleasure.

Inspired by Beth reacting to her, Lynn used her mouth and tongue lavishly as she sucked, tasted, and teased her sister’s sensitive flesh. Lynn soon fully realized just how much she too was being thrilled by this experience. Beth was so amazingly soft and warm in her mouth.

Beth’s hand found the back of Lynn’s head; the slight pressure she exerted was another affirmation that Beth was deriving great pleasure from Lynn nursing on her breasts. Exploring each soft, turgid nipple with her tongue was making Lynn’s head spin…she found the hot swollen tips almost magical, a sheer delight.

A short series of escalating “ooohh’s” forewarned of Beth’s imminent orgasm, she was obviously building to a major climax. At the absolutely perfect moment, Lynn was inspired to throw hers arms around Beth then drive her tongue deep into Beth’s mouth. Unconsciously Lynn wanted to penetrate her sister as part of their shared, virginal, sexual awaking.

The sensations from Lynn’s kiss were powerfully felt. Already teetering on the brink of orgasm, Beth’s brain instantly responded to the warm penis-like object invading her body. The trigger was pulled. Beth came, and came, and came. The hand on her clit moved to behind Lynn’s head to insure the pleasure from that kiss continued. Beth’s hips bucked against her inserted fingers, she banged her clit into the heel of her palm. Her overly tender nipples dueled with Lynn’s as she wriggled beneath her sister.

Discovering a new realm of pleasure, Beth’s body rewarded her with a level of bliss she’d never felt before. Truth be known, Beth had initially doubted she’d even be able to a climax with Lynn watching. She’d only felt sure that by intentionally masturbating with Lynn beside her, as Lynn had unintentionally done, that she’d put her sister’s mind at ease. In actuality, all the “firsts” of this experience had unexpectedly combined to give Beth a cosmic come.

Oddly enough, at the peak of her orgasm, Beth’s mind had flashed vivid mental images as though she’d been a spectator to the event. She’d envisioned herself spread out before Lynn’s eyes, stroking her own pussy, fingers working frantically in and out. Then, most erotic of all, there came visions of Lynn sucking Beth’s nipples into her moist, warm mouth; all those visions, and more, evolved into an intense mental slide show. Over and over Beth relived the incredible feeling of Lynn’s tongue playing with hers.

The powerful orgasm Beth experienced left her head spinning, her body went so limp she that she had no real control over it for several minutes. Words didn’t form in her mind; instead a protracted mental sigh wended its way through her thoughts.

As her orgasm gradually subsided, the long, deep kiss initiated by Lynn had turned into occasional soft baby kisses. Finally Beth shifted so she and Lynn were fully front-to-front. They hugged each other tightly for a minute.

Beth enjoyed several late spasms, reflexively she slid a hand down to the middle of Lynn’s ass to press their vaginal areas together while her hips insisted upon a few more slight hunches. The abrupt awareness that her pussy was so close to her sister’s, set off still more short, sweet contractions.

In unison the sisters sighed, responding to the pleasure derived from their first naked front-to-front contact. Each girl felt the warmth from the other’s breasts and pelvic area. Both girls, having enjoyed such intense orgasms, were sexually satisfied. While the moon sped across the late night sky, they sleepily basked in the warmth of their newly found intimacy and trust. They’d always been sisters, they’d always been friends, but now they were emotionally wedded somehow. They were…they were…

Neither girl found exactly the right words before sailing off to dreamland in each other’s arms.

Chapter 8

-

Sisters Never See The Movie

The following weekend was the first chance the girls found to discuss what transpired last Saturday night. The next morning they’d been rousted to go to church, the rest of the day they’d been dragged around to meals or visiting relatives. Between homework, softball practice and chores, the girls didn’t get to spend much time together during the week.

Friday and Saturday they were often joined at the hip, they’d even help each other with chores so they could be together. That Friday night, after the house had gotten quiet, they finally managed to sneak up on the subject of last weekend. Beth eventually asked how Lynn had gotten the courage to start touching herself with Beth being right beside her. Lynn, at length, confessed about seeing Fred in the hayloft.

Beth deviled her sister for every last detail. She surprised herself; instead of feeling angry about Fred, it made her unbelievable horny to think about some boy getting all excited by just looking at her. That he’d gotten hard, then played with his dick until he shot sperm all over the place amazed her. Beth got very wet listening to Lynn’s adventure. Nonetheless she insisted that Lynn relate every minute observation again, leaving nothing out.

Lynn really got into the story too. Her eyes glazed a bit, her mind could still replay the scene in photographic detail for her. Lynn started getting wet. The more questions and answers that were exchanged, the wetter and more horny both girls got. A lot of “If only’s” and “I want’s” and “If only I could’s” were exchanged. Suddenly Lynn whispered “I don’t know about you, but I want to get off, NOW!” Beth grinned ear-to-ear. Both nighties flew off. The girl’s both laid back, closed their eyes, spread their legs and proceeded to seek the relief only an orgasm can bring.

Even though that night, and many others thereafter, they just masturbated, it was still way more fun than it used to be doing it all alone. There was something neat about doing it together, hearing each others breathing, and the scent of sex that would fill the room. They almost always came within in seconds of each other.

A few weeks later, the girls went to the Drive In the next county with their parents. Jimmy had planned to spend the night at my house, so he’d begged out of going. It was a just fluff comedy. The girls had never heard of it, but they were game. Their folks seemed to enjoy it, but neither sister was getting much out the flick.

Beth and Lynn whispered and giggled back a forth steadily as the movie progressed. Beth said she wished there were boys in the car instead of parents. Looks, giggles, and sighs were exchanged. The second feature was supposed to be scary, but the dialog was silly. The monster was obviously a guy in a very fake looking rubber suit. Their parents appeared to have fallen asleep 5 minutes into the picture.

Beth’s imagination had been running wild with Drive In fantasies ever since they’d arrived. She was as horny as she could possibly be. Beth leaned over to Lynn’s ear and whispered, " Do you still wish you were here with a boy tonight?" “God, yes!” she hissed back. Then close your eyes, and for God’s sake don’t make a sound to wake our folks!"

Lynn had no idea what Beth was up to, but she was game. Following orders, she leaned back and closed her eyes. The first thing she felt was Beth breathing on the side of her face, a moment later Beth’s tongue was playing in her ear. Lynn went limp as a balloon with its air let out. It felt absolutely divine. Beth kept it up for several minutes before moving down to her neck. She used her tongue and lips to make little pleasure trails from one sensitive place to another.

Lynn felt a hand move across her stomach. It wandered aimlessly around while Beth continued kissing her throat. Lynn decided to play along as best she could, she did her best to fantasize that it was some good looking, nameless boy that was doing this to her, she suspended reality. It was HIS hand that just slid teasingly across the top of her skirt and across hers mons. HIS hand that was running back up across her stomach. She shivered as HIS hand slid over her left breast and began to fondle it so nicely.

She was being kissed, a tongue teased at her lips. Lynn allowed her chin to drop, she felt hot breath enter her mouth. Tension built as she awaited HIS tongue, but the mouth had moved to the little hollow at the base of her neck. Lynn felt the hand gently undoing the button between her breasts; her heart began to race even faster. She felt her pussy getting very, very moist; it was becoming hard to sit still. HIS hand slipped inside her blouse and played with her breasts through the silky material encasing each orb. Now her nipples were getting special attention; the gentle pumping and rolling was causing them to send intense waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Lynn felt weak. Her breathing had become shallow. She had slumped down in her seat, legs splaying somewhat apart. Her hips had involuntarily begun a barely noticeable circular motion. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt her left cup pulled down exposing that single breast. The hand that quickly enclosed it felt so very warm. Then the hand was gone. Where? Oh, there it is, unbuttoning one more button. Then the hand was slipping around her shoulder.

Beth slid her left arm around Lynn’s neck. Her hand was able to slip inside Lynn’s partially open blouse and gently grip her exposed left breast. She glanced for the umpteenth time at the front seat to assure herself that their folks were still sawing wood. Seeing no movement, she leaned into Lynn to give her mouth a few more wet kisses.

Beth slid her right hand onto Lynn’s right breast, beginning a slow steady fondling through her blouse. Just when Lynn opened to receive her tongue, Beth pulled back Lynn’s blouse exposing her bare left breast. Beth lowered her head to Lynn’s blood engorged nipple, suckling for all she was worth. Lynn inhaled sharply, but quietly.

Ever since the night Lynn had sucked her nipples so tenderly, bringing on a still vivid orgasm, Beth had wanted to know what it had been like for Lynn. Beth also wanted to share the heavenly sensations she’d felt when Lynn’s mouth had tantalized her virgin breasts. She was still a little shy about their bodies, but eventually worked up the nerve for this experiment.

God, she was glad she’d done it. Lynn’s nipple felt wonderful in her mouth. It had a warmth, softness, and texture like nothing Beth had ever experienced. As puffy as it had been, the areola had swollen further as she licked and sucked upon this beautiful breast.

Beth knew about where Lynn was from recent experience. It was time. If her folks awoke before Lynn got off she’d really suffer. Her right hand slid off Lynn’s breast, journeying downward.

HIS hand slid down her stomach, onto her skirt until it was just barely above her throbbing pussy. Then it teased her by moving to the right until it slid down her leg. HIS hand found the hem of her skirt, slid under it. The torture of the hand moving with painful slowness towards its goal was exquisite. Lynn had never felt another’s hand between her legs; the anticipation had her near fainting. Her legs spread further without conscious thought. She was producing fluids like never before. Her clit was pushing against the silky panty material; the tiniest contact jolted her senses. HIS hand covered her pussy and quickly began a rapid, tight circular massage. Lynn came like she’d never come before.

Some deep sense of self-preservation kept her quiet, but not so quiet that Beth couldn’t hear the staccato shuddering in Lynn’s shallow, rapid breaths. Lynn’s left hand flew to her lap, through her skirt she pressed Beth’s hand tightly against her spasming pussy. Her hips had taken control away from her; they moved of their own accord, but were still careful not to betray her. They shivered against Beth’s hand like someone freezing, doing dozens of half-inch jumps into their source of pleasure.

The girls were so alike that Beth instinctually knew when to gradually slow down her movements between Lynn’s leg, how to incrementally wean herself from Lynn’s teat. Beth lay her head against Lynn’s chest after a bit, thrilling to the sound of her heart and breathing.

When is seemed as if Lynn was beginning to catch her breath a bit, Beth glanced to the front seat to assure herself they were still unobserved. Her right hand was still very, very slowly massaging Lynn’s panties. She sat up, looked into Lynn’s face. Lynn pulled Beth to her. Her mouth opened as she drove her tongue forcefully into Beth’s mouth. She gave her sister a kiss laden with passion and love.

Beth slid her hand out from under Lynn’s skirt, but back onto the still uncovered breast. She engaged in a little more fondling during the lengthy kiss. Finally Beth pulled the cup back into place. She whispered into Lynn’s ear “So, Sis how was your date tonight?”

Lynn whispered back, “I’ll let you know later.”

The movie was going to end soon; the monster was getting fried in some hokey trap. Lynn quickly redid her 2 buttons, then waited for their folks to wake up when the other cars started leaving.

About 15 minutes later they were headed for home.

The girls had trouble keeping a straight face when the Dad asked them about the second movie, wanting to know if he’d missed anything. Lynn was cool, “Greedy businessman, pollution, radiation, monster lives, army fails, scorned scientist has an idea, monster dies, world is safe.” They all had a better laugh over her joke than anytime during the comedy film.

“Dad, I’m going to lay down and try to sleep. No sudden turns, OK?”

“Sure thing Cupcake,” came his reply.

Lynn whispered to Beth. You look sleepy, Sis. Your turn to take orders. Lie down facing me when I get settled."

Beth obeyed, but couldn’t guess what Lynn was planning. Lynn reclined facing forward. Beth lay facing her as ordered. Lynn slid her left arm under Beth’s head giving her a pillow, allowing Lynn to keep her from falling. For a few moments the sisters just looked at each other smiling. They knew Mom would glance back a couple times to make sure they were OK, so it would be too risky to kiss.

Finally, Lynn whispered. “I love you Beth. I also owe you something.” Lynn slid her right hand across to Beth’s left leg to gently pull it on top of her own leg. A little pressure from Lynn sent the message “Leave your leg here.” Lynn moved slightly. Suddenly her hand was cupping Beth’s pussy perfectly through her soft, if damp, panties. Beth sighed until there was no air left to exhale.

Lynn started a slow, gentle massage of her sister’s heretofore untouched pussy. They stared into each other’s eyes the entire way home with a few exceptions. Beth quietly came against Beth’s hand about every 5 to 1o minutes during the hour’s drive. Lynn never once stopped her gentle manipulations under Beth’s skirt. There were no mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms, just sweet gentle releases. By the time they arrived at home, Beth was feeling the way she did after a huge Thanksgiving dinner.

That night, without a word being spoken, two smiling girls climbed naked into Lynn’s bed, then into each other’s arms. They slept like rocks.