1 comments/ 30451 views/ 2 favorites Mother Nature By: magiconnecticut Ginger woke on this clear day and quickly decided that it was too nice to work. She called her company and told them that she would be unavailable for the day. If she were needed by her clients, it would have to wait. The nearby woods and foothills were calling to her, and they took precedence. She disrobed and then brushed her teeth as the shower heated up. Ginger took a few moments to admire her figure in the mirror. She was proud of her 38 year old body. She took great care to eat the right foods and exercise daily. Everyone thought she was no more than 30. It was her little secret. One of many secrets, actually. If only they knew, she thought, with a small giggle. She stepped into the shower and felt the sheen of moisture envelop her. A sudden urge approached and she let her muscles release the powerful and aromatic morning urine from the confines of her body. She watched the release, and purred inside as the yellow heat ran down her legs and disappeared in swirls down the drain. One more secret, she thought. She washed her hair and cleaned the nighttime dust from her skin. Refreshed at last, she dried herself and dressed for the hike. Her minor cramps and the date on the calendar told her that her period was due anytime, but she had been consistently late the last few months. Even if it came on time, she knew that exercise was the best thing for her during the first phase of her lunar cycle. She packed some necessities in her small day pack. A light lunch, extra water, a sweater and small blanket, flashlight and matches – just in case. She locked the house and jumped into her Jeep. It was a short drive into the foothills of the New England countryside. Finding the trailhead was easy, as she had decided on this particular hike while she had dressed. There were some beautiful views, granite cliffs to scurry up, and even a secluded pool of cool water, should she decide to take a quick dip in the heat of the day. She was glad to see no other cars there, as she had been bothered by a few noisy hikers she had met in the past. Satisfied that this was turning out to be a wonderful day, she started up the trail. The mid morning sun was not too hot, yet she did sweat some as she wound her way up the trail. As the day rolled on, her back turned wet beneath the pack and her cotton underwear also seemed a bit damp from the exertions. Reaching the first vista, she marveled at what nature had offered. She loved these Connecticut woods. Onwards she climbed and soon a meeting of trails appeared where her white blaze gave way to the blue blaze of the Teaneck trail. The trail flattened out as it entered a deep and ancient wood. She quickened her pace until she met the next steep incline. Working harder, she made her way up towards the top of the incline and stopped to catch her breath. Now was as good a time to stop for lunch as any. She slid her pack off her shoulders and removed the blanket, laying it down on the rocky path. She sat and started to take out her lunch, when she noticed the small red stain on the crotch of her shorts. Her hike had not wet her panties with sweat, but with the first heavy blood of her cycle. She then remembered that she had neglected to pack her tampons. She lay back and looked up at the sky, not knowing how she could have been so stupid. The puffy clouds looked back and her and remained silent. Based on the stain, she knew that she was in trouble, as this period looked to be strong. Listening to make sure she was indeed alone, she raised her hips and removed her shorts to see how bad it really was. As she guessed, the gusset of her panties was slick with her flow, even on the outside, and the blood was starting to run down her thighs. Having hiked at least 4 miles from her Jeep, she was faced with two choices: One – to put her shorts back on and head back, hoping to return before the telltale spot turned into a bloody mess...or Two - take everything off now, get to the nearby pool in the stream, clean her underwear and then head back unclothed, with generally clean clothes for the ride home. The clouds made no attempt to persuade her decision, but the warmth of the sun did, as she chose to remove her panties and head to the stream. Here she was, 4 miles from civilization, hiking deeper into the hills, wearing nothing but her shirt, her pack, her shoes and her socks. It was exhilarating to feel the air on her buttocks and to know that her blood was slowly turning her pubic region redder and redder with each step. She shivered slightly – not from the air, but from her own natural exposure to all the nature surrounding her. As she walked, she felt more at one with herself than she had ever felt before. She glanced down and saw that she now had small rivers of red reaching halfway down her thighs. Rather than wiping it up, she decided to let it stay there. It looked somehow...exciting to her. Sexy, even. When she reached the stream, she removed the rest of her clothing and stood, ankle deep in the cool water. She raised her head and arms to the sky and called to Mother Earth to accept her gift, her blood, her soul. She parted her legs and looked down, waiting for the drops of blood to fall from her, into the clear water. As the first drops of red hit the water and spread out, she finally allowed herself to touch the folds of her pussy. Standing there, naked to the world, with her toes in the sand, her feet in the water, her hair in the sun, and her fingers in her cleft, she felt like Mother Nature herself. Ginger worked her fingers over her clit, around her lips, back to her puckered asshole, and then, finally, deep inside her until she climaxed with a shudder. Bringing her bloody fingers up and across her stomach, leaving trails on her smooth skin, she touched her breasts and then smelled the flow. Still standing, she let her bladder release and watched her own stream as it mixed with her blood and fell into the earthstream, to be washed away. Only then did she sit in the water and clean herself. She took her underwear and washed them as well as she could and lay them on a nearby rock to dry. She lay her blanket down and let the air dry her own skin. When she was ready, she packed all her clothes into her pack and walked back towards her Jeep, naked and free - a natural woman. Mother Nature Deep in the woods of Tennessee in the midst of its rolling mountains and tall pines lays a small, crystal clear lake. Up a winding pathway north of there is a cozy cabin. It is away from the bustling noises of the city that, along with the sounds of the forest, made it a perfect hideaway for John and Deana. Here they could relax, commune with Mother Nature, and get in touch with their inner spirit. They loved going to the cozy bungalow no matter what season it was. However, one of their favorite times was early spring. Often there was still snow covering the ground. Mother Nature's white blanket gave the area a sense of tranquility. It was the last Friday of March. The two of them were sitting at the kitchen enjoying breakfast wondering what to do for the weekend. That particular week had been hectic and they wanted to do something to relax. While still thinking Deana gathered up the dishes and placed them in the sink. She was busy washing them when John came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. "You know we could go to the cabin. I bet it's beautiful up there with the first signs of spring blossoming." John could see by the wide grin on her lovable face that Deana liked the idea. She pushed her body into his both of them fit together nicely, like a tailored pair of leather gloves. "Oh that sounds marvelous darling. Just the two of us for a weekend tryst in the woods. What time would you like to leave?" "How long will it take you to pack a bag?" "Oh, I'd say about an hour." As John went outside to make sure the car was ready for the trip. Deana finished the dishes then headed toward the bedroom to pack. Since the cabin was fully equipped with all the comforts of home, all she would need to do was pack some clothing and personal items for the two of them. Deana changed into her denims and flannel shirt. Then went about gathering the things she wanted to take with them, making sure to include their hiking boots and back pack. After having almost everything stowed in the bag, Deana carefully scanned the room for John. She wanted to make sure he didn't see what was going to be packed next. When he was no where in sight, Deana quickly placed her red silky teddy that she had purchased on her last trip to Fredrick's Of Hollywood, into the hidden compartment. Then she quickly closed it and set it by the bedroom door. Deana envisioned herself wearing the slinky garment and lying on a bear skin rug. The glowing embers of the fire would illuminate her figure and John's as they sipped on chilled glasses of brandy. She quivered. Goose bumps appeared, her breasts began to swell, and her pussy tingled with desire. "Oooh God, I can't wait," she whispered. She hadn't noticed that John came into the room, until he spoke. "What are you smiling and whispering about, darling?" "Oh nothing really, I was just thinking about how good it will be to get away. You know how I love to bond with Mother Nature," she lied. She then rushed into the kitchen to get a few more items before he could question her more. When Deana left the room John went to the closet and took out a pair of jeans and his favorite flannel shirt. As he changed his mind began to wander. His cock was twitching as he imagined the two of them sitting by a fire under the stars with a blanket wrapped around them. He then muttered under his breath, "Wonder if it will be too cold to fuck outdoors?" John shook his head to disperse that idea before it turned him on too much as he wanted to leave soon. Then he picked up the luggage and walked toward the kitchen. "Do you have anything else you want me to do before I put this in the car?" "Not really, I'm just grabbing some bottled water and something we can snack on, then I'll be ready." John loaded the car, and then went back into the house to make sure everything was locked up tight. Afterwards escorting Deana to the car, and then heading off toward the cabin. As he drove, Deana was looking at the freshly fallen snow. "I love the fluffy white blanket it gives the whole area a sense of newness and serenity. I do hope that when we get there, it's not too cold for a walk in the woods." John's eyes lit up with excitement as a sly smile crossed his face. "Oh, I'm sure if we dress warmly and carry a big blanket we can still go for a stroll." As they were pulling up the driveway to the cabin John noticed that the snow only covered patches of ground. "Look honey, it must be getting warmer, the snow is beginning to melt." "Oh good, I was hoping it would. I'm anxious to go for a walk and breathe in some of this clean country air." John pulled up in front of the cabin telling her to stay put while he checked things out. After unlocking the door, he stepped inside and, looking around, he discovered everything was okay. John then went back outside and told Deana it was safe to go in. While she did that, he left to go out back and assess the generator. Since it was okay, he cranked it up then started unloading the rest of their stuff from the trunk. When he entered the cabin, John found Deana changing her shoes. Next to her lay his hiking boots, her walking stick, some bottled water, a back pack and a blanket. She glanced up at him and asked, "Ready for that stroll big guy?" "Let me put this suitcase in the bedroom first and change my shoes, then I'll be all set to go. Hey, I'd like to head north. I want to stand on the hill that over looks the valley and see what's changed." "Okay. You know, there is nothing more invigorating than clean mountain air and sun shine to clear my sense." She put the water into the backpack, picked up her walking stick, and handed John the blanket. With him walking behind her they headed off toward the ridge that looked over the valley. After a few minutes Deana heard John chuckling. "What on earth are you laughing about dear?" "Oh, you really don't want to know." "Sure I do." "Okay, if you insist." "I insist, now spit it out." John couldn't keep quiet any longer, he busted out laughing and then admitted, "Well you asked for it. I was just thinking of how your ass looks bigger than mine." Deana kept walking, acting as if she hadn't heard his remark. However, since her face was away from John's he was unable to see the smirk on her face. She thought, "Oooh you'll pay for that remark sweety." After a few minutes they came to a small clearing in the woods. While trying to hide her mischievous feelings Deana she spoke to him. "John dear, why don't we take a break? You can put that blanket on this log so we can both sit down for awhile. John nodded his head in agreement and walked over to where she was. He then bent over to place the blanket on the log. All of the sudden he felt something him hit him in the middle of his backside and turned around to see what had happened. Before he could react, he saw Deana laughing as she let go of a snowball. "That's what you get for telling me my ass looks bigger than yours!" John leaned down and grabbed a handful of snow, formed a ball, and threw it at Deana. "Well doll, you are shorter than me and curvier. Besides you know I was only teasing you, right?" "I know, but you're so fun to pick on. I wish you could've seen the look on your face when that snowball hit your huge rump. It was a true Kodak moment." They continued playing until the cold snapped at her fingers and toes. Deana shivered and complained, "John, I'm getting cold." He looked at her and replied, "Well I can remedy that, let me build a fire. That, along with my lips, will have you warm in no time." Soon John was snuggling with Deana as they were wrapped in a warm blanket and sitting by a fire. He pulled his wife close to him and nuzzled her cheek. Deana felt John's warm breath on her cheek and turned to kiss his lips softly. Oh God, his kiss always took her breath away and started to feed the flames of desire. John pulled Deana closer and kissed her deeply. As their tongues did the dance of lovers, his right hand slid beneath her jacket searching for her breasts. He could feel its erect nipple through her shirt and began tracing it with his fingers. After undoing a couple of buttons he slipped his hand inside. While cupping her breast John pulled at the nipple, pinching it lightly. "Oh darling, I love to play with your gorgeous tits!" "Mmmm, John, I love the way you touch me. You're making more than my mouth drool! Oh God, I want you to feel your cock inside my pussy, but it's so cold out here. I think we'd better go inside." As they walked back to the cabin a devious thought ran through Deana's head. Once she got inside she would excuse herself and tell John that she was going to change into something more comfortable. Then she'd put on her sexy teddy, cover it with her thick terry robe, and put on her fuzzy slippers. Then she would enter the room where John was, complaining that she was just too dang cold to be wearing anything skimpier. As they entered the cabin John slapped Deana teasingly on the ass. "Hey sugar, why don't you go to the bedroom and change into something more comfortable? While I make sure the fireplace has a warm cozy fire and get some brandy from the kitchen." Deana nodded and kept her face hidden from him so he wouldn't notice that she was up to something. As she headed off toward the bedroom, John went into the living room. After making sure the fire was going, John adjusted the bear skin rug on the floor in front of the mantel. As he visualized Deana lying their wearing only her sexy teddy, his cock began to swell. He fought off the urge to stroke it and walked into the kitchen. Once he gathered up the glasses and brandy, John walked back into the living room and set the items on the coffee table. After walking over to the music console, he slid his favorite CD in. It was the kind of music that he called, "fucking music." Deana entered the room, snuck up to John, and placed her arms around his waist and uttered, "Hiya sexy. I hope you don't mind what I put on, after all I'm cold." John jumped at first, then turned around noticing she was wearing her thick robe. He frowned, grumbling under his under his breath, "Damn, couldn't she find something sexier to wear?" Deana leaned into John as he pulled her lips into his. The love she had for him radiated between them and sent a jolt of desire straight to the center of her womanhood. Her kiss always lit the fires of passion deep within his soul. Looking into her soft emerald eyes, he whispered, "I love you darling. How about some brandy?" "I'd love some. It'll warm up these bones of mine." John then walked over to the table and filled two glasses with brandy. He returned to his wife and handed her a goblet. They lifted their glasses while toasting the love they had for each other. John then set his glass down and offered his arm to Deana while asking. "May I have this dance?" She nodded yes and set her glass down. Moving her body into his arms as the two of them swayed to the music. He held Deana close, running his fingers through her long silky hair. The fragrance of her favorite perfume mingled with her sexy and scent tickled his senses. He could still feel the softness of her body through the robe. As they slow danced by the light of the fire, Deana turned her face upward to meet his lips. "Darling, your kisses are warming me from the inside out." John kissed her again, slow pecks at first, lips rubbing together, and faces brushing against each other. Their tongues lightly touched and they kissed slowly, long and hard, letting their tongues do the dance of lovers. The dancing soon stopped and they were just standing there in the light of the roaring fire. Deana reached over and slowly unbuttoned John's shirt. She then pushed it off his shoulders and started kissing his nude chest and stomach. Deana purred, "Mmm, I love the taste of you, my love. I cannot wait to get to your cock." Without hesitation John undid his belt and shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor, kicking them off to the side. As their eyes met he said, "Do what you want to me darling, I am your love slave." Deana led John over to the bear skin rug then knelt before him. Reaching up, she grasped his cock in her hands, letting her fingers touch him lightly at first. It was obvious that he was aroused. Her hands were getting wet from the oozing pre-cum. She loved the way he responded. "Lay down on your back, honey." John looked at her a little surprised wondering, "What the hell?" but lay down anyways, with his hard cock sticking standing at attention as if to salute her. As he watched a sly grin flashed across Deana's face. His heart skipped a beat and he gasped when she untied robe and let it fall to the floor. There his wife stood in her sexy red teddy. She then walked over to the coffee table, picked up her brandy, and took a sip. Taking the glass with her she returned to John. After placing one leg on either side of his head, she purred. "Hey baby, do you like what you see?" John appeared speechless but managed to utter, "Ooooh yeah!" With a seductive grin on her face, Deana swayed her hips while sipping the brandy. While slowly doing a strip tease to the music, she removed the teddy. Lowering herself downward to his face she began tantalizing him with her pussy! He was mesmerized while watching her ass and pussy moving above his face, teasing him. When she squatted over him with her hot-box just inches from his lips and tongue, he almost blew his load. She bent lower and lower as her hands began massaging her tits, playing with her perky nipples. She knew this type of torture only made John's cock throb harder. She looked down at him and uttered, "Do you want to see more, baby?" John replied, "Move down a little lower honey, and see for yourself. Oh fuck you're so hot. I want to kiss your pussy lips and taste the sweet nectar inside!" As Deana moved further downward she began pouring the brandy drop by drop on her nipples, making them tingle with desire. Oh God, her scent was intoxicating. His lips kissed her inner thighs as his tongue traced higher and higher. He then lightly licked her pussy slowly. "Mmmmm!" Deana moved her hips back and forth over his mouth as his tongue worked its magic. Moaning softly, she dribbled more brandy on a nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She then sat on his lips and squealed, "Eat me!" John licked her with slow long licks from her clit to her asshole. He stopped only long enough to suck in her swollen clit and flick it with his tongue. Deana arched her back, trembling as the wetness oozed from her pussy to his mouth. Moving faster and faster into his tongue as it licked deeper, bringing her closer to climax. She loved watching John flick and kiss her hot box. Deana also knew he loved to hear her talk dirty. "Eat my hot cunt! Oh God, you sweet fucker, make your cum slut cum!" John grabbed her by the hips, eagerly sucking at her throbbing clit as he slid two fingers inside her. When he felt her go tense he bit her swollen nub lightly, causing her body to begin to spasm with her first earth shattering climax. Deana quivered and yelled, "Ooooooh fuck, I'm cumming! Mmm baby, I love what you're doing to me." As her quivering subsided Deana slid off him and lay on her back panting for air. John then leaned over they kissed, letting her taste herself on his lips. Then he stopped and got up to get his brandy off the table. After that he sat back down beside her. He drizzled the tantalizing liquid over her nipples, one at a time, before sucking them into his mouth. He stopped sucking and commented, "That's the best tasting titty I have had in a long time." He brushed the fingers of his right hand through her long silky hair. As their eyes met he could see the burning embers of her passion. "God, baby I love the way you make me feel! "Good, now lay on your back my pet. I'm going to suck your cock. Then straddle you and ride you hard!" John then lay on his back. "Your wish is my command mistress." Deana reached for her glass of brandy before getting between his legs. Grabbing his cock she christened it with the sweet fluid before lapping all it over her lips and tongue. She then engulfed his member deep and hard, savoring every sweet drop of the brandy laden precum. "Oh fuck! I love what you're doing to me. Oh God.....Ooooooh, you'd better stop doll I'm about to blow my load." Deana stopped, quickly moving up and straddling him. She grabbed his cock, using it like a toy, rubbing it back and forth, all over her pussy lips and clit. Then she slowly guided it inside, a little at a time, until she felt his balls on her ass. Rocking back and forth Deana began riding John. Then she slowly pulled her pussy off his cock until just the head was inside her, then slammed back down repeatedly. John took hold of her hips. Oh God, Deana felt good around his cock, so warm, deep, and tight. As he watched his cock go in and out of her, it turned him on more. His hands found her hard breasts. His fingers coaxed her nipples; he loved it when they are so hard. She used her feet to push off him and ride him hard with her ass moving into his thrusts as he tugged at her nipples. Deana could feel his orgasm building as she milked his cock. John felt Deana tense up again as she let out a low deep moan. He stopped playing with her nipple and grabbed her ass, pulling her down hard. Forcing his cock in as far as it would go. Deana leaned forward and kissed him hard as their bodies continued fucking like wild animals. She then slammed her pussy down one more time on his cock and held it there as they both climaxed together. John could feel their juices running down his balls and thighs onto the rug. He held Deana close, they kissed until his cock slid out of her. Deana then moved and lay back down beside John, snuggling up into his arms. While listening to the rhythmic beating of each others hearts and basking in the afterglow of their love making, they fell asleep in front of the fire. Mother Nature's Homework I was walking through my local Shopping Mall, when I stopped for a moment in the Bed and Bath Store. I looked into a large mirror hanging on the wall above a display of bed linen, and saw the reflection of a tall man with a grey beard. In the background, I could see colorful shower curtains. My mind flowed back, as it often does these days, to my teenage years when everything was much simpler, but also so new... I was muttering to myself as I looked at the large sticky spot in the middle of my bed, that I was 18 and should have stopped having those dreams years ago. I was thankful, that at least it was warm enough to sleep naked at night without a cover so that the wet dream only messed up the bottom sheet. I thought that I would just sneak the evidence into the laundry hamper in the bathroom before anyone sees it. Besides, I needed to pee anyways. I stuck my head out the bedroom door and was just about to dash across the hall, when I heard the shower running. The noise did not quite drown out the sounds of my older sister's singing. When I yelled across the hall and asked if she was about done, she yelled back and reminded me that there was more than one bathroom in our house. OK, she was right about the second bathroom, but that would mean finding something to wear, because I could hear Mom vacuuming the carpet on the stairs. And, I still needed to get rid of the bed sheet. I shut my bedroom door, and about 10 minutes later, the water stopped again, and I heard footsteps in the hallway. I ran across the hall and pushed my way past the partially opened doorway into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, but just as I started to pee into the toilet, I heard a cough behind the shower curtain, and then my sister's voice "Ahh, Bobby, I don't think Mom is going to understand this at all." If she had said that just a moment earlier, I would have sprayed urine all over the wall, as I spun around. Heather pulled back the shower Curtain, and just stood there naked, with a razor in her hand, and one leg half covered with shaving cream. My hand was already on the doorknob, when I heard the vacuum cleaner going down the hall outside the door. So there I stood bare assed naked in the bathroom, with my naked sister behind me, and my very conservative mother in the hall preventing me from making a graceful exit. I tried not to look, but when I turned my head I saw Heather's reflection in the mirror. She smiled, and said " you might as well turn around. You are not the first guy to see me naked, and besides there is something we need to talk about." She was nearly 6 feet tall. Certainly not the slim body of a super model, but yet the flair of her hips were understated in comparison to her long graceful legs. She stood with one foot in the bathtub, and the other leg, covered with shaving cream, was propped up on the edge. Her brown pubic hair was not trimmed as it would have been today, because in the 60's one piece swimsuits were still the only excepted beach attire, at least in our family. Her breasts were comfortably proportional to her slender frame with large brown areolas and erect nipples. Her angular face with high cheekbones was dominated by dark brown eyes, and her shoulder length hair the color of espresso was done up in a bun. Her skin was still damp from the shower and her flawless complexion sparkled like porcelain. Her self confidence and maturity hid the fact that Heather was only two years older than I was. Her smile was warm, as she stood looking at her naked brother. I was a little taller than she was, but I was very skinny and awkward. My face was still covered with teenage acne pimples. My limp penis was still in my hand, but I could feel it starting to grow as I stood looking at the first adult naked woman I had ever seen, except in magazines. Heather looked down at my growing penis and asked me if I knew how to take care of that " problem." I just blushed and told her it always went back down again if I waited long enough. She just shook her head, and asked me if I masturbated. The heat from my blush started somewhere around my knees and quickly spread up to my brow. I stammered, something about not wanting to talk about that. She took a wet wash cloth and wiped the shaving cream off her leg and then sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I tried not to look at her body, so I closed the lid on the toilet, and sat down with our faces no more a foot apart. We looked into each other's eyes and Heather said, " Bobby, we all have our house duties to do, and this month, I am doing the laundry. I know about your wet dreams. I imagine that it is as embarrassing to you as it is for me to clean up after you. It is just Mother Nature trying to teach you about sex, but if you are willing, maybe I can help you with the homework. If you took a few moments everyday or so to relieve the pressure on your prostrate gland, they would stop, and you and I would both be a lot happier." I stammered again and finally, blurted out that I knew how, but I didn't get hard very often, except at night when it all happens by it's self. She smiled, arched her back a little, and then parted her legs. " Bobby, all you need is a nice visual image that you can remember when you want to get that thing hard, now take a good look at me." I looked down at her at her taut breasts and watched as she reached up and twisted her nipples until they were hard. Then her hands slowly slid down her body past her flat stomach, and when they reached her legs, she parted the folds of her vagina with her thumbs. I wanted so much to touch her, but when I reached out, she playfully slapped my hand, and reminded me that I was still her brother, and although she was willing to let me look, I was not allowed to touch. I was very aroused, and my mind was telling me that I should be doing more than just looking. After a second failed attempt, I tried something else. I noticed that only one of her legs was shaved clean, and while trying not to sound too excited, I suggested that since I interrupted your shaving, could I finish that for her. I did not exactly know at the time what that funny smell was all about, but apparently, Heather was also getting aroused. Years later, when we talked about this day, she remembers thinking that someday her brother could be a great lawyer or a used car salesman. She thought a moment, and finally agreed with a warning about being careful where I touched her. We switched places so that she could sit on the toilet seat and stretch out both her legs. I slipped a bath towel under the foot of her unshaved leg and rubbed the leg with a warm wet washcloth. I covered her with shaving cream, from about half way up her calf, where she had stopped, all the way up to her crotch. When my fingers brushed against the lip of her vulva, she slapped my hand, but very gently and there was a smile on her face. I slowly dragged the razor up her leg and then back down several times, and finally ran my hand across her silky skin, just to make sure I had done a good job. I noticed that there was something leaking from between her lips, but so did she, and very quickly she wiped it with the washcloth, and stood up. I was still on my knees when she turned around. She bent forward to put her ear to the bathroom door, told me that she could hear Mom in the kitchen, and that it was safe for me to leave. I looked up at the rounded globes of her butt, and I now could see the swollen lips of her vulva hanging down, and tufts of hair between her legs. In a moment of unexpected creativity, I blurted out that if she shaved off that bush, her new Bikini would look a lot nicer. She spun around and asked me how I knew about that. I explained that I saw the sales slip in her waste paper basket last week, when my house duty was taking out the garbage. When Heather asked me if anyone else knew, I just looked out of the bathroom window and watched Mom was pulling out of the driveway. She was on her way to her Saturday Afternoon Garden Club meeting. I remembered that Dad was out of town, so I promised her that I would not tell, and suggested that maybe I needed a little more work on that visual image idea. She sighed and sat back down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. I proceeded to cut away the long curls of hair until there was nothing left but a short stubble. Heather had learned how to shave a pubic area in nursing school, but she also knew that it was very easy to nick the tender skin, and she told me that maybe that was enough. I smiled and plugged in the electric razor I had gotten for my birthday. The razors that were available back in the early 60's worked well enough, but they did vibrate a lot more than they do today. When I stated working my way across the skin between her navel and her pubic bone, she started to giggle. Her face took on a more serious look when I started down the sides of her vulva lips, and when I slipped my thumb under the lip to stretch it, I felt her lubricant flowing. Although Heather's vagina was the first I had ever actually seen, I did learn in Health Class about the location of the clitoris, so it was not a mistake when I touched the love button with the case of the buzzing razor. She flinched so hard, her butt came off the seat, and she yelled " Oh, My God, what did you just do?" I smiled, and whispered, " maybe we will both learn something today." She looked down between her legs and said "yes, I guess it is time for your final lesion, but let's make one thing perfectly clear. Masturbation is the only thing we are going to do today." There was a couch in her room that could be used as a bed when her friends from out of town came to visit. We locked her door and laid a couple towels over the cushions. Sitting at opposite ends of the couch, with our knees bent, and our feet just touching, we could watch each other. Seeing my naked sister with her knees apart, stroking her lips was enough to get me hard. But when I filled my fist with hand lotion and started to pull in down over the head of my penis, I thought that I was going to burst.. Heather looked over at me, and quietly said, " that's right, just pretend that a woman has just climbed on top of you and is slowly lowering herself, and soon you will be inside her. Now, loosen your hand a little and start to stroke up and down. Then listen to me and you will hear the sounds of sex." I watched as she pushed her two middle fingers inside herself, and started pumping. At first all I could hear was the squishing sound as her fingers slipped around in her juice, then she started to moan a little. I also became aware of the smell that reminded me of fishing on a warm summer day, when the pungent odors of the lakeshore mingled with the scent of a Lilac Bush. She closed her eyes, and I could see that her face was starting to tighten up. Her moans started to get louder, and I also started to groan. I wanted to close my eyes too, as the strange feeling started to overtake my body, but being a voyeur just enhanced the experience. I saw her pull her hand out and stick one finger from her other hand inside, and the just as quickly pulled it out again and pushed it into her anus. I stuck my finger into my mouth and shoved it into my anus, just as I felt the top of my penis explode. My hips started buck, my anus started convulsing against my finger, and then that all to familiar white goo squirted a couple feet into the air After laying there exhausted, for a moment, I saw that Heather was not done yet. I jumped up and scooped the electric razor off the table and turned it on. I knelt next to her, and gently pushed the vibrating case down between her legs. She put her hand on mine and guided it to the right spot and then looking at me with pleading eyes. When she asked me to suck her nipple, I put my head down and sucked the hard nub into my mouth. It tasted salty and the surface of the surrounding areolas seemed slightly bumpy to my lips. I cupped her other breast with my other hand and slowly massaged the warm flesh. Her mouth was so close to my ear that she could have touched it with her tongue, but when the convulsion finally ripped through her body, she just screamed. My ear was still ringing when I raised my head and she pulled my face up to hers and we kissed. Not the brother sister kiss, but the kiss of two people who were almost lovers. Our tongues touched, but then she pulled back, smiled and said " well, my dear brother, this lesion went a little farther than I had planned. I think we should head for the showers, so we can preserve your virginity for some other lucky girl." We stood under the water until it was cold and our arousal was gone. We were both dressed and watching television when Mom came home with a Blue Ribbon for her prize Lilac Bush. Over the years we have remained close, but except for one encounter several years later, that was the end of my sex education in the arms of my sister. My final exam, which would be administered by one of my classmates, came within a year, but that is another story.