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Homework Ch. 01

By: Junichiro



Growing up with a twin sister is pretty great in a lot of ways. We were exceptionally close throughout our childhood, and I think we share a bond that not many people are lucky enough to enjoy. We've always been each others' best friends, and we've always been there for each other. It's great to have someone to talk to about anything, at any time.

Of course, there are a few disadvantages too, privacy (or a lack thereof) being the main one. Having a sibling the exact same age as you tends to mean you're on pretty much the same schedule, which I didn't mind for a long time, but which started to become a problem when I reached my teenage years. As I discovered girls, I naturally discovered masturbation along with them, and it was always hard (no pun intended) to find a time and place to break away and enjoy my new hobby.

That's honestly the biggest reason I was so excited when Julie decided to join our high school's band in our senior year, about a week after our eighteenth birthday. I mean, sure, I was glad to see her pursuing her interests and making new friends, but if I'm being honest (and given the stuff I'm going to divulge a little later, I might as well be), I was pretty psyched at the prospect of an extra hour of prime jackoff time after school. I used it well too, often managing two performances before my sister got home. I would jerk off to whatever I had handy; a Playboy I borrowed from a friend, a short video clip I had scrounged up on the computer, a Victoria's Secret catalog; really, anything I could get my hands on. One fine Monday at lunch, a friend of mine lent me the first actual porn DVD I would ever watch. I was so excited I could barely keep my dick from sticking out of my pants for the rest of the day.

As soon as I got home, I put the video in our DVD player, pulled off my pants and shirt, and flopped down on the couch, so excited I was almost busting already. The DVD was a collection of a variety of scenes, and I picked a lesbian scene to start. I'd never seen a lesbian video, and I was curious.

The scene starred two hot porn actresses, one blonde with giants tits and one brunette with smaller, but still rather large, tits, and they didn't waste any time. As the scene opened, both were already naked, and they were making out and groping each others' tits; I immediately lubed up my rock-hard dick and started stroking. Within about a minute, the brunette started kissing her way down the blonde's body. She lowered her mouth to her pussy, and as her tongue made contact for the first time, the blonde arched her back in ecstasy and my cock throbbed and launched several ropes of thick come all over myself. Wow.

It took me a minute to catch my breath, after which I realized I was still hard and still very, very horny. I contemplated doing it again, but I looked at the clock and decided there wasn't enough time; I was always very careful to leave enough time before Julie got home. I didn't even want to think about what might happen if she walked in on me.

---

The next day, I stumbled through school in a daze. After the final bell rang, I rushed to get home as fast as I could, eagerly awaiting my masturbatory reward. I put the DVD back in the player and picked a new scene, just to mix it up. This one featured a raven-haired, very slutty-looking actress servicing a guy. She started out sucking his dick, slowly at first, and I settled in for a nice hot session. As she sped up, so did I; when the guy began to actually fuck her mouth, my fist was going a mile a minute on my cock. I was almost ready to come when she pulled her head off of his cock; I stopped my activities as well, to find out what was next.

I was glad I did, too, when she wrapped her big tits around the guy's cock and started rubbing them up and down. This was a favorite fantasy of mine, as I'm a big tit man. I started moaning along with the video, the chick was coaxing the come out of my cock, begging me to coat her tits with it, and just as I was about to oblige her...

...the front door opened.

Shit.

I scrambled to cover myself up as fast as I could, but by the time my sister poked her head through the doorway, my shirt was still off and the video was still playing.

"Hey, I--oh my god!" she gasped, and walked away quickly, red-faced. I was humiliated. I grabbed my shirt and the DVD and beat it up to my room in disgrace. 

---

A frustrated and embarrassed hour later, there came a knock at my door. It was Julie.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about before. You shouldn't feel, ah, weird or anything," she said.

I just looked at her. I couldn't think of a thing to say, so eventually I just managed a quick "Ok."

"Ok, then... I'll, ah, see you later, I guess," she muttered, and left.

I sat back down at my computer, only to hear another knock at my door. It was Julie again.

"Hey, uh, how are you doing?" she asked.

"Fine," I said.

"So, um, listen... th-there's something else too. I kind of... um... that movie you were watching..." she stammered.

"What about it?" I asked.

"C-Can I watch it with you? I've never seen anything like that, and I'm curious. Plus, if we watch it together, I think it won't be so weird between us, you know?"

"How will that be less weird?" I asked.

"Well, like, earlier I saw you in an, um, vulnerable position. I mean I didn't see anything, or you doing anything, or whatever! But I walked in on you when you were watching it, at least, and like, if you saw me while I was watching it, we'd be even, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," I said. I wasn't sure that it actually did, but I appreciated the gesture she was making. "When do you want to do it?"

"Well, there's another two hours before mom gets home, so why not now?"

"Ok," I said. I got the DVD, and we went downstairs and put it in. It resumed from where I left off, with those big tits wrapped around that hard cock. We sat down on the couch and stared in awkward silence at the screen.

As it happened, the scene was almost over. The woman was moving her tits faster and faster on the guy's cock, and within a few minutes, the guy unloaded his come all over them. As this went on, my sister began breathing slightly heavily, and she gasped a little when the guy came.

"Is that normal?" she asked.

"Is what normal?"

"For him to... you know... come... that much."

"Oh. I don't know, I think everybody's different."

"Do you come that much?" she asked.

I was a little shocked by this, but I answered. "Yeah, usually. I come a lot."

"Oh," she said, and left it at that.

The next scene was beginning. It starred a girl who I knew from an old Penthouse was named Shawna. She was a slutty blonde with heavy eye makeup and beautiful, perky tits. This video appeared to be cutting out the setup, because as the scene opened she was already naked on her knees with a guy fucking her mouth.

"Oooh," my sister cooed under her breath. I could tell she was getting aroused, and I couldn't blame her, as my cock was straining painfully against the fabric of my jeans.

Shawna bent over the bed and the guy started fucking her doggystyle. I glanced over at my sister. I never thought about it before, but she was actually really hot... she had red hair and green eyes like me, a pretty face, a shapely body, and nice big tits, which were currently heaving up and down with her heavy, lustful breathing. For the first time in my life, I was thinking about my sister sexually. She looked over and met my gaze, her face flush with blood, then quickly back to the screen.

I did the same. Shawna was riding the guy now, bouncing up and down on his cock. As she rode him, she was groping her own tits and sucking two of the guy's fingers into her mouth as though it were a cock. It was unbelievably hot. The frustration of watching this scene and not being able to jerk off was really getting to me. I began to squirm a little bit, half trying to alleviate the discomfort of my erection and half enjoying the sensation of it rubbing against my jeans. This wasn't lost on Julie, who looked over at me with fascination before abruptly turning back to the screen in embarassment.

I looked at Julie out of the corner of my eye. She was gently panting now, clearly getting worked up. Suddenly, she stood up.

"W-Well I th-think I'll g-go upstairs n-now," she stammered. "Thanks." Without waiting for a reply, she hurried upstairs to her room.

A moment later, I retrieved the disc and did likewise. At first, I was a little worried that she was freaked out or embarrassed, but as I lay on my bed and settled in to masturbate, it occurred to me that she was doing the same thing. I found the thought intoxicating; I had never thought of my sister in this way before, but now the thought of her rubbing her young pussy, getting herself off just down the hall from where I was doing the same, got me hotter than I'd ever been, and carried me all the way to the best orgasm I'd had in my young life.

---

By the time I was up and dressed the next morning, Julie had already left for school. All through the day, I had a knot in my stomach, half nervousness and half excitment, wondering what would happen when I got home. Julie didn't have band practice on Tuesdays, so we'd be alone in the house for several hours, for better or worse.

We both took the bus home that day. We rode in awkward silence to our stop, then walked in more awkward silence to the house.

"So..." she said when we got inside.

"Heh," I said. "So."

"So... do we need to talk about yesterday?" she asked.

"What about it?"

"I dunno... I... I dunno."

"Hey, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I guess," she said.

I had to know. "Julie, you can tell me. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"I... just, I liked watching that with you yesterday," she blurted out, as though she were ripping off a Band-Aid.

"Oh," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. "Well, I liked watching it too."

Julie was blushing like crazy now. "D-Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

"Do what again? Watch the movie?"

"Y-Yeah. If you want to."

"Um... ok, sure... I mean I guess so," I stammered, my cool facade completely gone by now. "I'll go get it."

My heart pounded through my chest as I went upstairs and took the DVD out of my drawer. My dick was already straining against the fabric of my jeans. I took the DVD back downstairs and put it into the player. We settled in, she on the couch and me on the recliner. The same scene from the day before came on, but it had started over from the beginning. Julie immediately began to squirm just slightly in her seat. To be honest, I wasn't even watching the video so much as trying to sneak glances at Julie. God she was gorgeous, and she looked so hot as she was getting all worked up watching porn with me. I still couldn't believe it.

"Mmm," she moaned quietly as the guy in the video began to fuck Shawna from behind. I looked over and met her gaze. For a second, she looked slightly anxious or concerned, as if trying to make a crucial decision. Then her face softened, and a mischievous look appeared in her eyes. She went back to watching the movie, and for the time being, so did I.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, though. As hot as it was to watch Julie during this, I was getting even more turned on watching Shawna get fucked hard while I was thinking about my sister's shapely body, her beautiful face, and the sexy moan she had just been unable to contain. I was breathing heavier now as I watched Shawna flip over and get fucked harder and harder, and so did Julie. I subconciously began to rub my cock through my pants as slyly as I could as I watched Shawna's tits bounce, imagining that they were Julie's. I caught my mind wandering to places it had never been before; first it was to Julie's tits bouncing instead of Shawna's, then to Julie replacing Shawna in the scene altogether, then to me replacing the guy. Before I knew it, I was daydreaming about fucking my sister. It felt so wrong, but it was also unbelievably hot. At that moment, I really did want to fuck Julie. I wanted her more than anything else in the world.

"That looks uncomfortable." Julie snapped me out of my daydream and I turned bright red.

"W-What?"

"Your... your dick," she said. Jesus. "Do you need to take care of it?"

I tried to laugh it off, as she was obviously just kidding.

"I'm not kidding," she said. "It's ok, really. I'm, uh, a little worked up too, you know."

"I noticed. But isn't that a little weird?"

"Not really," she said, suddenly more confident. "I mean, we both did it after we watched this yesterday, right?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess so," I managed.

"Well, wouldn't you have rather done it while you were watching it still?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"So would I. So that's really all we'd be doing, you know? Just... taking care of things with the video on."

"Yeah," I said, "but... we'll be able to see each other. That's weird."

"Ok, tell you what," she said, reaching for the two throw blankets under the coffee table. "We'll each cover up with one of these, and that way we won't have to worry about it. Deal?"

How could I say no? "Ok."

"Ok, great! Get started whenever you're ready."

She covered herself up with the blanket, and I did the same. I snuck my dick out of my pants immediately, and shortly thereafter I heard the muffled sounds of Julie undoing her zipper. I glanced over out of the corner of my eye and saw a lump moving underneath the blanket; she was rubbing her pussy! My sister Julie was rubbing her pussy, right in front of me! Well, almost. Still, it was amazing. I began to stroke my cock, trying to restrain my breathing out of some misplaced sense of modesty, not realizing that we were well past that point by now. I was trying to stay focused on the video, really I was, but I couldn't help but keep sneaking glances at Julie, and I caught her a few times doing the same to me. She began to gyrate her hips a little bit, moaning audibly as she neared orgasm. I was stroking my cock furiously now, panting openly and outright staring at my sister as I jerked off.

She looked back at me. We made eye contact for a brief second. Then she moaned, bit her lip, and clamped her eyes shut as she thrust her hips into the air in the throes of orgasm. That was all I could take, and I moaned one word as I pumped come into my hand and onto my stomach: "Julie."

Afterward, we both sat in silence for a few minutes as we caught our breath. She spoke first.

"That was fun," she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

"O-Ok..."

"Tomorrow?" She was obviously in command of the situation at this point.

"Ok, yeah. That sounds good."

"Great! I have homework to do... see you at dinner!"

"Right... see ya," I choked out as she bounced up the stairs. She wanted to do it again? Tomorrow? And what did "it" even mean? Watch the tape, or watch each other? Despite our deal to do just the former, we pretty clearly crossed over to the latter at the end there. I had a lot to think about for the next twenty-four hours.

Luckily, I wouldn't be able to think about anything else anyway.

---

The next day, I got home from school about forty-five minutes before Julie would. I paced nervously in the living room, waiting for her to get home, not sure of what would happen when she did. When she did come home, she just walked in casually--I don't know how--and sat down on the couch. We chatted about our day for a bit, then she asked if I'd like to join her on the couch to watch some porn. Wow, so non-chalant. Of course I agreed, and when I came back downstairs with the DVD, I found that she was sitting up on one side of the couch, using half of a blanket to cover herself, and her pants were on the floor. 

"I figured it would be more comfortable this way," she said. "We can't see anything anyway, so it's not a big deal I don't think."

I could only nod. After putting in the DVD, I sat on the couch next to her, got under the blanket, and squirmed out of my pants. My dick was already so hard that it was making a tent in the blanket, but I guess we were well past the point of embarrassment by now.

The movie started playing. It was, I dunno, a couple people having sex. I wasn't paying attention to it, as I was utterly transfixed by my beautiful twin sister. Her red hair flowing just past her shoulders, her neck swooping down into her gorgeous breasts, which I could make out just a hint of the nipples on. Her chest heaving as she became more and more excited. My hand went to my cock and immediately began stroking, and I could see that she was rubbing her pussy as well.

"Mmm," she moaned, "This is so hot."

This was the first time either of us had spoken during these activities. "Y-Yeah," I stammered.

"God, I wonder what it's like to get fucked like that."

"You've never..." I started to ask.

"No, have you?"

"No."

"How far have you gotten?"

"W-Well, I kissed Mary Gentrill at a party once, but that's it." I said, my voice getting a little shaky.

"Yeah, I-I--" she stuttered a bit, and I could tell it was because her pleasure was ramping up. "--I haven't done much either. Just made out a little."

We fell silent again for a few minutes, she rubbing herself while watching the video, me watching the movement of her arm and the just barely perceptible thrusting of her hips. I was stroking my cock furiously now. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

"Mmm, fuck," she said. "It won't be long now."

"W-W-What?" I asked, unable to believe what I had just heard.

"I-I'm gonna c-come!"

Well so was I, now. "God, me too!"

"Oh g-god, I'm c-c-coming!" she yelped, as her body tensed up. At the same time, my cock twitched and started pumping come into my hand. I fucked my hand slowly as I did, imagining for the first time that it was my sister I was fucking, that it was me who had gotten her off just now.

After a couple minutes of collective breath-catching, she wriggled back into her pants, thanked me, and went upstairs.

---

I had come to think of nothing else but my sessions with Julie, and I rushed home from school the next day, brimming with anticipation. She had somehow beaten me home, and as soon as I got in the door, she asked me where the DVD was.

"Oh, I had to return it today," I said.

"Oof, bummer," she replied. "But I had another idea anyway."

"O-Oh? What's that?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking about what we were talking about yesterday, about how neither of us was very... experienced?"

"Yeah...?"

"And anyway, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing for us to get a look at each other, you know, to see what we've been missing.

"I don't know, Julie, isn't that taking it a little too far?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... we're brother and sister, Julie, you know?"

"Uh... yeah, that's the point. We're brother and sister, doofus. What's going to happen between us? This way, we can just get a look at each other, first-hand, without any pressures or weirdness or whatever. It's perfect."

I didn't believe her for a second, but I couldn't resist. "Ok... I guess that makes sense," I said. "So what, you wanted to just stand around looking at each other, like some kind of physical?"

"Well... no, not exactly. I figured that we could just do what we've been doing, only... you know, without the blanket."

My heart skipped a beat. "Oh... ok, yeah, that sounds fine."

"Ok, so we should take our clothes off."

"Ok."

"Do you want to go first, or should I?"

"Um..."

"Haha, don't be nervous. Ok, I'll go first."

Like it was nothing, she pulled off her shirt, her tits bouncing in her bra. Before I could even take it in though, the bra was off too, and my sister's beautiful tits, the first ones I'd ever seen in real life, were right in front of me. They were large but not too large, with small, pointy nipples. I was amazed.


Homework Ch. 01



The middle part of the hour was the worst part. That's when we both cried. After that I tuned out a little bit, trying not to engage with the therapist's questions more than I had too. When I came back from my daydream she was asking us about sex. 

Sex was almost as bad. The stories and the emotions of the last two years came back. Her not wanting to, me not wanting to, the times we had fucked and regretted opening up to each other, fucked and regretted not opening up, argued and fucked, fucked and argued. A lot of it got dredged up but a lot of it we didn't even touch on.

The counsellor had a trick, I thought, of asking one of us a question, then giving the follow-up question to the other, and so on. We had been a lot of the details of what had been going wrong like this. Now she was asking us what we wanted from our sex life together.

What does anyone want from their sex life? I guess a combination of two things - a natural compatibility that means sexual communication is always a comforting presence without having to think or worry about it, and moments of such excitement and pleasure that they bleed into the rest of your life. Don't ask me if these two things are possible to achieve together or not. That's not what I said at the time, it's what I figured out later in tranquility. In the session I muttered something about wanting it to be a bit more like when we first got together, trying not to meeet either my wife's or the therapist's gaze.

I wasn't going to look at my watch for the whole hour. Just getting to this first session had meant a lot of arguments and negotiation. Making it obvious that I was counting down the time until we were finished wasn't going to help me. But it must be the last few minutes now since our 'facilitator' was summing up. She made a few observations about our problems, said that we weren't by any means a hopeless case, and then started going through some of the problems.

"For this process to work the two of you are going to have to take away homework each week and come back to me with a report of how you got on." Some stuff about how all the other hours we spent together were just as important as the hour of counselling. Various tasks, most of which entailed writing things down throughout the week and remembering various other things.

"As concerns sex." Me and Wendy competing through this to look like we're intensely paying attention. "I am going to ask you to go through a period of refraining from almost any form of sexual or intimate physical contact." A short explanation of why this would allow us to rebuild our attraction for, and closeness to each other. "No kissing, no sex, no touching or petting. No embracing beyond what you would do with a close friend or family member. No nudity in front of each other except if unavoidable."

It didn't seem like we were going to miss out on anything that we hadn't already stopped doing more than a year ago.

"One evening this week, not before Sunday, I would like you to do the following as part of your homework. Go to bed together, both wearing pyjamas. Make sure you have at least half an hour before the usual time you fall asleep."

"I would just like you to spend that time cuddling each other. Don't take anything off, don't put your hands underneath each other's pyjamas, don't focus on any erogenous zones. Just put your arms around each. If either of you feels uncomfortable at any time stop straightaway, and continue after a few minutes only if you both want to."

Not sure if this lady thought she was going to get us gasping to break her rules by the end of the half hour, or if it had some other point. The next couple of minutes are taken up with checking the arrangements for the next session, payment, and so on. Somehow all our voices have changed slightly, as if we need some way of indicating that we were playing a role, and are now out of character again.

As we walk home together our voices still have this lightness. Now it seems to me that we're putting on the extra politeness you pay to someone you hardly know, pretending that we haven't spent fifty minutes going through all the frustration and anger that we each associate with the other person.

I wait outside the shop on the corner while Wendy goes in to buy cigarettes. When she comes out she's putting something away in her purse. She's holding the cigarette packet in her other hand and -- could it be -- smiling? 

The air is cleared, I think. She smokes, we walk home, no longer bothering to make conversation. I don't know if we feel better than when we started the session, but we definitely feel better than when we were halfway through it.

She stops in the hall, just after I've closed the door, and looks at me. Making sure my eyes are on her, she kneels to untie her shoe laces. I'm going to walk past her to open the door to the living room. 

"Wait." She grabs my arm to stop me moving past, then drops it. I'm looking at her again. She takes her purse and pulls it open. She takes out of it a blue plastic cylinder, like a toothpaste tube, of sex lubricant.

"Wendy?" I'm almost certain she picked it up in the convenience store and hasn't been carrying it in her purse all day. She smiles at me and breaks the clear plastic seal. Now she's squeezing it from the tube directly on to her lips. Still smiling with her eyes. I've never seen someone use it like that on their lips before, or even really thought about it. She smooths it across her mouth like lip gloss.

"The last one's free!" She puts her arms around the tops of my legs. "But Carol told us..."

"I've been thinking about it."

"?"

"I've decided that if we're going to stick to the rules properly, than you need this. And I need to give it to you." I'm clearly not going to argue with this. "Now take your cock and stick it out of your flies."

She shows me what she means by pulling my hands away from my belt loop which I'm trying to undo and opening my zipper. Both of us fumbling with my jockey shorts, and my semi-erect cock is sticking out of my open trousers. I try and push the underwear down so it won't pull tightly on my balls.

Wendy tips her head and starts to give the tip a full kiss, right on the end. The semi-hardness starts to grow and become full. It is jerking quickly and growing higher and thicker with each jerk. She seems to be trying to rub as much lube across the head as she can. 

As she looks up at me, she stops going down and keeps her mouth just over the head. I can feel her tongue making light, fast movements all around my sticky glans. All of a sudden, I am gazing back at the young woman who made me desire her so hard all those years ago. Some feeling from the days when we couldn't wait to jump into bed each time we were together is present again, and it's a sensation I can't pinpoint, have never thought about since, but can remember exactly.

The first time we were in bed together she burrowed under the blankets and sucked my cock until I came. I was already breathless just from kissing her, and I was surprised to experience a blowjob so different, so much more intense, than any I had had before. The combination of our newly requited love and the deep throat she greedily pushed me into had me almost fainting from pleasure.

This was different. Teasing me, she pulled her head back and forth a couple of times. The end of my cock glided in and out of her lips, sliding on the lube. She had puckered her mouth into a tight hole, now I was fucking it.

I started to thrust back in response to her piston-like action. Her big lips gripped me. Her mouth was as tight as an asshole, as wet as a pussy.

I grabbed her head in both hands and started to pull it into my thrusts. She sucked in her cheeks and I could push deeper, still feeling her tightness around me. Instead of the opening at the end, her tongue was now playing halfway down my shaft.

"I'm going to fuck you...going to come in you. It feels so good...so amazing... I love you!" As I ejaculated, I wiggled her head the fastest yet, then tried to pull her deep onto me, to come in her throat. She licked up the semen, sucking at me, but my cock had instantly become too sensitive to touch and I tried to pull straight out.

Already I was getting soft, rubbing myself with a couple of short strokes at the base of my shaft to get out the last spurts. The few drops of cum dribbled onto her upturned face already shiny with lube. She made a show of swallowing the rest that was in her mouth.

We looked into each other's eyes. Had a miracle just happened? Had the therapy worked instantly, had we wrecked the process already, could we 'reboot' or were we just making the same old mistakes?

I don't know. But I had just got the first sign that it might be some fun finding out.



Homework Ch. 01



"Not again, Steven...this is ridiculous."

Annie Collins put her fists imperiously on her hips and glared at her son with a mixture of anger and despair. For his part, Steven had the grace to bow his head in shame.

"Which part of 'do your homework' don't you get?" she demanded. "Your math score is bad enough, but don't get me started on your English and Georgraphy. And look at you..." - She reached out and put a finger under his chin to tip his face up. "You look tired all the time, and I can't seem to get you out of bed in the morning."

Her question was rhetorical, because she felt sure she knew the reason for his failures at school and the dark patches under his eyes. Furthermore she sometimes heard the cause. Some nights, awakened by her snoring husband, Ken, she would gaze at the ceiling trying to hypnotise herself to sleep. But one night, a few weeks back, she had begun to hear noises. At first she thought it was the central heating pipes - which Ken had still not gotten around to fixing - but then she realized it was something else. The room next to theirs was their 18-year-old son Steven's. The sound she was hearing was his bed creaking. Initially she assumed her son was simply restless and turning heavily. Until the quality of the creaking changed. Became more rhythmical. The creak-creak-creak went on for some time, at first softly and then more assertively and faster. Faster and faster the bed creaked, and then, finally, the noise stopped.

"Oh, God," thought Annie, "when did you grow up, my darling son?"

It wasn't until next morning, when she caught him gazing intently at her while she made coffee, that she realized it had probably been all her fault. Steven had been studying her breasts through her sweater, and she felt his eyes track down to her bottom and then her legs.

She could only pray that she hadn't really been the cause. After all, he would have reached manhood all on his own, without any external encouragement, apart from the sight of all those pretty girls, and maybe some female teachers, at school. But...his own mother? No, that was ridiculous.

All she'd done was to adjust her pantyhose. A perfectly innocent, everything act. Though, now that she thought about it, it may only have been herself who saw it as an ordinary act. She'd been in a hurry to get to work that morning and realised while she was getting her paperwork together that her pantyhose didn't feel very comfortable. Steven was sitting over a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter through the serving hatch and she was in the lounge. In a rush, as usual.

She'd sighed, reached down and started yanking at the pantyhose, pulling the nylon up first one leg and then the other. The shiny tan nylons made her shapely legs look their best (so her friend, Angela had told her) so she'd always worn the most expensive ones...typically Wolford Suntan. But as she'd reached up under the skirt of her suit, settling the nylon at the top of her thighs, running her finger across the crotch area between the edge of her panties and the top of her thighs, she felt she was being watched. She took a quick glance from under her brows and realized Steven was sitting there pretending not to look though it was obvious where his gaze was fixed. And now, another memory returned: she'd seen his arm moving beneath the counter, just slightly. She might have imagined it then but now she was convinced he'd been massaging himself while watching her adjusting her pantyhose.

Oh, God, she thought, you're such a terrible, thoughtless woman. And a bad mother.

Subconsciously she realized she must have been aware of how her son had been reacting, but some inner part of her had rejected the whole, shocking idea. Now, however, yet another sleepless night - for her and Steven both, apparently - had persuaded her it must be true.

Steven was responsible for his own poor grades, true enough. And Ken was of no help. Whenever she would broach the subject her husband would shrug it off, saying, "He's a teenager, Annie. Bottom line? He can always learn a trade - I'm no genius, and look at how well I've done."

No, she'd thought, perhaps unkindly, her husband certainly was no genius. But his plumbing business had provided well for them and for the most part Ken had always been a thoughtful husband. Except in the bed department. The first year or two of their marriage barely a day went by without sex. Good sex, too, though perhaps not as great as she'd led to believe it could be. Often, after an unimaginative workout during which she had fairly reasonable orgasm, and Ken had ejaculated thickly inside her, she would roll on her side and surreptitiously flick and tease her clitoris until she had a deeper and more satisfying orgasm. Poor Ken, it wasn't his fault. A domineering mother probably made him less assertive than she would have liked.

But her mother was a veritable angel compared to herself it now seemed. She had been responsible, albeit unwittingly, for helping her son fail his exams and maybe even psychologically disturbing him.

But reading some parent and psychology resources online helped reassure her that her son's reactions, and possible feelings toward her, were normal. Which didn't explain her own feelings toward him.

While trying to put the whole business out of her mind she found herself instead becoming more and more irritable with her son, and her husband. She was now continually giving Steven a hard time about his studies, and she didn't wish to hear any more of Ken's pearls of wisdom in relation to the boy's future prospects.

"If you're so worried about it, honey," he'd said one night after dinner, "Why don't you do something about it. See his teacher, guidance councilor, or help him out yourself, if it comes to that. You're the smart one in the family, after all."

While it was true Annie had graduated from college with a degree in history, she'd never done or achieved anything with the qualification. Apart from get married,that is. Though the degree helped her get work as a PA in an advertising agency, which paid reasonably well, though the work was mostly dull as ditch water.

The Math scores provided to be the final straw. Steven had failed all of the preliminary tests for this year, apart from music and art, in which he'd fared pretty well, scoring particularly highly in music theory (who knew? she mused, believing him to be mainly interested in clubbing and heavy metal music).

Her friend, Joan, had ventured she try a reward system.

She'd said, "You know, when my Katy was doing poor in science I offered her more pocket money, or I'd ask her if there was a special outfit she wanted, and if at the end of term she did well I'd buy it for her."

Annie had replied, "Ken will keep sneaking extra pocket money on Steven. The boy walks all over him."

"Well," Joan had replied, "If you're not both singing from the same hymn sheet, I don't know what to suggest. But threats don't work, I can tell you that much. Talk about inciting teenage rebellion!"

Annie had smiled at that; clearly Joan knew whereof she spoke.

This past weekend had been especially bad for her. Steven's bed had been creaking, as usual, and she'd found a stash of sticky tissues under his bed the next morning. When he'd come back into his room to see her reaching under the bed and scooping up the tissues to throw into the refuse bag she was holding, he went white.

"N-no, mom...please, I can clear up my own mess."

Something squeezed out of the bundle of tissues she was holding, a cold, gluey trickle, which also smelled musky and sweet. For some reason the sensation didn't revolt her. Instead she realized she was slightly excited.

"Don't worry about it, Steven. I can do it." When she threw the damp, stinky tissues into the bag she realized, too, how impressed she was with their quantity. He must have ejaculated many times that night. And the image of her son relentlessly tugging on his hard penis to make the white sperm shoot out of it, made her feel slightly weak at the knees. Indeed, when she went to the washroom a few minutes later, she pulled down her panties to have a pee and discovered the crotch was damp.

"Oh, no!" she said under her breath. Her body, it seemed, was sending messages her brain hadn't fully caught up with. How could she leak like that? Fantasizing about her own son?

She cleaned herself up and, rather weakly, pulled up her panties and pantyhose, the action reminding her the effect this act might have on her boy. She washed her hands, and hand to hold onto the side of the washbasin as she raised her eyes to her reflection. She was a full-figured, dark haired woman with almond eyes and full red lips, at 40 still very youthful looking. Though at the moment she felt she looked dreadful. Or at least a bit worn out.

As she emerged from the bathroom ran into her son. He collided with her gently, but she was aware of the hard muscularity of his body and she had to resist the urge to fling her arms around him and hug him close. Apart from anything else she was still pretty angry with him.

"Well," she said in an icy tone, "how's the homework going tonight?"

"Uh...sorry?" he said. "It's the weekend."

"And your point is...?"

"Well," he shrugged, "I guess it's more about chill out time, mom."

"Like the other days in the week with a letter 'y' in them, you mean?"

He sniggered, "Funny. That's funny, mom."

"Not to me," she said.

So that was that, for the moment. Steven went off to do whatever he did to chill out, while Annie was left fuming at her son, and angry with herself for having other than motherly feelings toward him.

Over the next few days she tried talking the issue over with Ken but he seemed pretty disinterested. She got so irritated with her husband at one point that she said, "He's not too old for a spanking, in my book."

Ken's eyes widened. "I take it you're joking..."

She replied with a smile, "Well, yes, of course I'm joking," though not certain that she meant it. An image came into her head, of draping Steven across her knees, pulling down his jeans and underpants and paddling his bare backside with her hand. She imagined his buttocks quivering and reddening, and...God help her...maybe his long, thick cock hardening against her thigh as she slapped his firm flesh over and over again.

That night, the image came back to her strongly and she turned on her side away from the deeply-sleeping Ken. She pulled up her nightie and slowly stroked and tickled her clitoris, imagining her son's thing twitching and throbbing against her leg as she spanked him. She imagined pulling her skirt up to her waist, reaching down and wrapping her palm and fingers around his shaft and slowly stroking it. And, as she imagined his thick sperm splashing onto the carpet, her insides melted and she was assaulted by a big, dirty wave of orgasm, which hit her so hard her leg and abdominal muscles went tight and her toes pointed down as the explosive sensations ran through her, making her convulse again and again in a deep shuddering series of cums.

Ken stirred, mumbled, "Y'all right, hun?"

"Mm..hmm," was all she could manage, trying to control her breathing. After a few seconds when she was sure her husband was asleep once more, she carefully pulled her satin nightdress down again, aware of the wetness on her thigh.

Feeling somewhat guilty about her erotic thoughts and behavior she spent much of the following day doing chores and cooking. She pushed the vacuum cleaner more vigorously than usual and clattered dishes furiously. But no matter how hard she worked she couldn't entirely escape sexual thoughts about her son. And so it happened that halfway through the day she pictured him with his penis in his hand, his fist bouncing up and down on his testicles that she had to go to the bathroom. Quickly pulling up her skirt and pushing pantyhose and panties to mid thigh, she stood in front of the sink and furiously fingered herself, and her juices wetting her fingertips almost immediately. Within minutes she felt an orgasm rising and suddenly it hit, making her belly clench and her thigh muscles tighten. The hot waves of it made her double over. She had to hold onto the edge of the sink to prevent herself from falling down as her legs weakened.

"Oh my God!" she breathed and looked up to gaze at her reflection. Her flushed pink face had an expression of shame but also of relief.

She was to repeat this sequence of events, or variants of it, over the next two weeks. Sneakily playing with herself in bed and rushing to the bathroom or back to her bed during the day. Her frenzied masturbation only got worse whenever she would hear Steven jerking off in his room.

Once, she threw open the door and saw him in his computer chair, slowly stroking his dick to an image of a woman in stockings and garter belt.

He turned, horrified that his mother had caught him out and quickly tried to cover himself with the tail of his shirt.

"Sorry," she mumbled and left the room fast. But that night she rolled over and put her arm over her husband's hip and began to massage his penis. It came semi-erect, but he mumbled, "Sorry, honey, too tired..." and so she was left frustrated and angry with her husband. And annoyed with herself, too. She didn't masturbate that night, but instead squeezed her thighs together tightly, pressing her vagina, squeezing the lips together in the hope that her arousal would dissipate. However, that next morning, it being a Saturday, Ken woke up and started playing with her. Soon she was aroused and, as he entered her in the usual missionary position she closed her eyes, imagining it was Steven on top of her, and she yelped with excitement.

Ken smiled as she clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Sorry," she whispered, "Only...it's been a while."

"Uh, yeah, I know...sorry."

But then she smiled and kissed him, urging him to fuck her long and slow. Often her orgasms with Ken were ordinary, slightly weak, but this morning, head filled with images of her son engaging in all sorts of perverse acts with her she positively exploded and had to bite Ken's shoulder to stop herself from screaming.

The day came a week later when Steven's latest exam results were in. All of them poor. He would have to resit all but three of his subjects. But, instead of getting mad, she merely sighed and shook her head.

"I feel like giving up," she told him, in front of Ken, at dinner that night.

"Well," she said and fixed her son with a calm steady gaze, "It seems as though your boy here isn't concentrating fully on his studies at night."

Steven's eyes widened and he half shook his head, as though to say, "Please don't tell dad about the porn."

She gave him a sly smile and said to her husband, "I guess he need a bit more encouragement and support, Ken. I know you do what you can, but I could be of more help, too. So, we might have to restrict the computer games for a while."

Ken shook his head, "That damned Xbox again?"

Steven looked hugely relieved. He said, "Y-yeah, dad, I guess...sorry. But my teacher's don't help, either. The stuff I'm good at is the stuff I have great teachers for."

"Well," said Annie, "not much we can do about that, except maybe some home teaching."

Ken replied, "We can't afford a tutor, Annie."

"No, I understand that." Then she looked across at her son and said, "I can give Steven some home tutoring myself."

Ken said, "It's been a long time since you were in college, honey."

To which Annie answered, "There are some things you never forget, though."

Yet another night passed in frustration. On the one hand she was irritated with Steven for being so lazy with schoolwork, and for under-achieving. She herself had been a smart student, and was a university graduate, and she believed at least part of that had to be genetic (her parents had both been university lecturers, mother in literature and father in astrophysics). On the other hand she was frustrated with her life, which may have compounded the sexual frustration she experienced; maybe one thing fed into the other, who knew?

Certainly compulsive sexual fantasies involving her son couldn't be healthy. But she'd tried to put them aside and had largely failed in the endeavor. Still, if she could do little to assuage those feelings, at least she might be able to encourage her son to do much better at his studies.

That next Saturday, Ken would be going away on a camping trip with his buddies. And that Friday, having decided on her course of action, she went shopping. Not in her own town, however, since word might have gotten around what she was shopping for (she hated the small town mindset, but figured she had to live with it and make adjustments accordingly). She made a day trip to her nearest city, Denver, and managed to find the stores she'd been seeking.

On her return she put her purchases in an old suitcase she hadn't used for years - it sat in the back of her wardrobe. And next morning, having kissed Ken farewell and told Steven he wouldn't be spending time with his buddies today, she closed and locked the front door.

Steven got up from the breakfast table with a scowl. "Why don't I get to go out, mom? And how come you've locked the front door? Afraid I'll make a break for it?"

"No," she smirked, though not feeling the bravado she presented, "I just want you to get some homework done. And maybe you can go out later on."

Steven sighed theatrically. "I never do homework on Saturdays."

"Well, young man, you do now. Now, go to your room, please."

With a grunt of displeasure, her surly teenage son complied, stomping heavy-foot upstairs to underscore his point.

Returning to her own room, Annie found she was trembling slightly. She eased out the suitcase and laid it on the bed. Flipping back the lid, she eyed the Secrets in Lace zip-sided girdle and smoke grey seamed stockings, still in their packaging. She peeled off her clothes, except for her black satin high-waisted panties, then unwrapped and wriggled into the girdle. She had to wiggle her hips from side to side to get it all the way up to her waist and breathed in a little to pull up the zip. She was fuller-figured than she used to be, and had never worn one of these garments, though she'd seen her own mother wriggling into a roll on girdle when she'd been a child.

She thought, fleetingly about what women back in the day had to wear and felt a little sorry for them. But, as she slowly pulled up a stocking, and affixed the three fat garters to the wide stocking welts, and ran her palms up the back to straighten the seams, she began to feel a little aroused. Certainly she could understand the appeal of stockings to men, but having only a couple of times previously worn lacetop nylons, the experience of donning such old style garments was new to her. 

When she'd fixed the second stocking to her satisfaction, she adjusted her brassiere and put on a translucent black blouse with a low neck. Then she fished through her wardrobe rail and found a skirt she'd several times considered giving to a charity shop. It was a Chanel knee-length thing, which clung like a second skin; or did when she was younger and when her hips and thighs were not quite as heavy as they were now. She struggled to get the thing on, but the fact that the girdle compressed her belly and hips meant that she was able to fit into the thing, even with the black satin underskirt beneath. The sound of the zip reaching the waistline and the satisfaction of hooking the waist closed, gave her a sense of achievement.

When she stepped into her black high-heeled pumps, the look was complete. Well, apart from the makeup. She applied scarlet lipstick and then put mascara on her eyelashes, and pinned back one side of her thick, shoulder-length auburn hair, with a tortoiseshell hair fastener. She put on a pair of small earring to complete the look. She then checked herself out in the wardrobe mirror.




Homework Ch. 01



Not bad, she thought, for your age.

As she padded along the corridor, though, she began to feel terrifically self-conscious and at one stage almost turned three sixty degrees to go back to her room. She was so conscious of the way her nylons whispered as her thighs brushed together. And the fact that her garter straps and garter buttons were etched in outline in the too-tight skirt all seemed a bit ridiculous.

What the hell are you doing, woman? she wondered. And as she arrived at her son's door her urge to turn and walk away was powerful. She took several deep breaths, placing her hand on her abdomen to try to calm down. She was aware of the firm elasticated fabric of the girdle beneath her blouse - it was high-waisted, to compress her belly the more firmly, and it felt peculiar. She recalled her own mother struggling into roll-on girdles when she was a girl; she even remembered at the time feeling what she knew later to have been slight arousal at the sight. And a strange butterfly sensation in her stomach at the age of seven or eight watching her mother pull on stockings.

She took a final breath and, now with a sense of determination and excitement, she knocked on the door.

"Come in, mom."

Of course Steven had known she would have been standing there. He had been expecting her, it seemed.

He was sitting at the desk beside his bed, apparently studying. His course books were spread on the desk, and he laid his pen down on the notebook in which he'd been writing. He was wearing shorts, a t-shirt and sports socks. Annie was conscious of his firm muscles, his flat belly and muscular legs. She felt proud of his looks, at least, if not his brain.

"Well," she said, "I'm glad to see you're starting to take things more seriously, young man."

She grinned, shook his head. "Well, if it means I can get out of here later..."

She walked up to him and glanced at his notebook. The opened pages were blank. She flipped back a page and saw there were only a few badly-scrawled jottings, in which he'd managed in several sentences, to understand where an apostrophe went.

She sighed, pointed and said, "That's easy. If it's plural, no apostrophe. If there's a letter missing, or your talking about something that belongs to something else, you need an apostrophe. Here - " She leaned closer, picked up his pen and wrote "Steven's mother helped him with his homework. Steven has two pencils and two pens on his desk." "See - pens and pencils don't have an apostrophe. Simple, don't you agree?"

But her son was paying even less attention than usual when she would try to help him. Instead, she saw he was gazing hard at the front of her dress. She followed his gaze and saw he was staring right where her wide garters were outlined in the tight fabric.

She ruffled his hair. He was red faced when he looked up.

"Don't worry about it. I already know what you like. I saw you..." She hesitated, terrified she might be going too far.

"Wh-what?" Steven mumbled, as though afraid of the answer he might get.

"Well," she said, "I caught you looking at me in my pantyhose, for one thing..."

"Ah, no, mom!" Steven pushed back his chair and launched to his feet. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"So you're denying it?"

"Of course I am. You're my mother, for God's sake."

She put her hands on her hips. "Sit down, please, when I'm talking to you."

An expression of defiance on his face was shortly replaced with a meeker submission. He was angry, humiliated, and no doubt racked with guilt at having been found out.

She said, "That's better. Ok, let's just forget what I said. You'll only continue to deny it. So let me try something else."

A huge surge of fear knotted Annie's stomach. But it was accompanied by an equally huge feeling of excitement at what she was about to do.

Half dreading her son's reaction, she stood with her legs apart and slowly reached down until her fingertips touched the hem of her skirt. Then slowly, ever to slowly, she gather the skirt and underkirt, gripping them in her clawed fingers, and drew the skirt up above her knees.

Her son's eyes widened. She felt his gaze hot on the shiny nylon on her knees and lower thighs. Then, inch by inch, she pulled the garments higher. She had to wiggle a little because the skirt was so tight. The lower part of her stocking tops came into view first.

Steven's breath sounded ragged. Which, oddly, filled her with a sense of relief. This was the right course of action after all.

Finally, she wriggled and wrestled the skirt and underskirt all the way up until they were bundled around her waist. Her son's eyes practically popped out of his head as he drank in the sight of her dark stocking tops, fat garters, girdle and the crotch area of her black panties. Although slightly self-conscious of the way her motherly thighs bulged where the edge of the stocking tops bit into them, it was clear that her son didn't mind. He didn't mind one little bit, in fact.

A soft whimper emerged from him and his breathing grew labored.

She bent forward and spoke softly, skirt still raised for inspection. "Women on the internet aren't the same as real ones, honey."

"M-mom," said Steven weakly, "I...what are you doing?"

At this stage she wasn't entirely sure herself. But, after a moment's consideration, she said, "What I'm doing is trying to tell you that you could have options in your life." She pulled her skirt and petticoat down and went to sit on the edge of the bed next to her son's chair. He had his arms across his upper thighs, trying to hide the erection she noticed growing there. In fact, she had spotted the tip of his firm penis poking out from inside the leg of his shorts. He had tried to cover it quickly, but must have realized his mother had seen. The sight had made her breath catch a little though she also did her best to cover up, metaphorically speaking.

"A mother knows what her child wants, usually," she ventured.

Steven wouldn't catch her eye. He turned aside, in fact, and began shuffling his school books.

She put her hand on his bare leg and continued, feeling braver now, "I know what you want might seem a little...different...but, trust me, Steven, you're not so different from other boys your age."

"Mom, shut up, please. I don't wanna hear this." 

He appeared to be growing angry. Though Annie knew full well this was mere bravado on his part.

"What," she persisted. "Are you trying to tell me you've never wanted to touch a woman?"

"Mom!" He seemed horrified. Though his expression suggested she was absolutely correct. Steven didn't have a girlfriend, at least she believed not. She'd always thought him too young for one, though his firm penis and the way he'd ogled her suggested otherwise.

"Listen, kid, I'm your mother. Nothing shocks me. And I love you, don't forget." With that, she reached forward,took his head in her hands and planted a sticky, lipsticked kiss on his cheek.

He shouldered her away. But half-heartedly, she felt. So she stood up, pulled him out of his chair and hugged him tightly. In so doing she levered her left thigh between his legs and felt the bulge of his cock against her.

Oh, sweet Jesus, it's so hard, she thought, but said,"I'm only trying to help you, my love. You know that, right?"

Steven pulled back, almost reluctantly she felt. He nodded slowly.

"I..g-guess so," he offered.

"Well, then. So we're agreed that mother knows best, right?"

She almost wanted to laugh at herself for coming out with that little gem, as she stood there, tight girdle and stockings beneath her skirt, and her son's cylinder of erect cock in the shiny blue satin of his shorts. It all seemed so ludicrous. And so deeply erotic all at once. Never before in her life had she felt so completely in control. Ken wasn't the domineering type, but somehow whatever he said went. She'd somehow acceded to his wishes through the years and had put her own dominating traits on hold. Now it was time to change that.

Steven put his hands defensively before his crotch. She pulled his hands away.

"No need for that, son. I already saw it." Then, bracing herself inwardly for what she knew must be her next course of action, she reached down, pulled up the leg of his shorts and wrapped her hand gently around the shaft of his cock.

Steven twitched, and let out a low whimper. But he didn't say a word. Then Annie pulled the thing out to its full length. It curved upwards to a sizeable six or more inches, the foreskin already peeling back a little from the already-red glans. then she brushed a fingernail up the skin between his testicles, making the whole penis convulse in her hand. 

She looked down and saw already there was a small moist patch at the tip, a tiny trickle leaking out of the hole. All it would take, probably, was for her to stroke it a little, and...

Thinking the better of it, though, she flicked the shaft aside, gave it a gentle pat with the palm of her hand, and said, "Well, you've settled that dispute, honey. But you'd best put that away now, or you'll never get any studying done."

Steven's expression was priceless. He was horrified on one level, it appeared, humiliated, too, but also profoundly excited. 

Good, thought his mother.

Then, turning on her heel and giving her ass a little wiggle and letting him see her stocking seams stretched across her calves, she said, "I'm off to make lunch. And I want to see some good writing in that notebook of yours later."

When Annie shut the door behind her she felt her legs go weak. She stepped over to the bannister on the walkway above the lounge and gripped the rail, letting out a long breath. She found herself trembling slightly. An overwhelming sense of having done something terrible induced in her a flush of panic. What if her son called the police? Or, equally bad, told his dad? Was she a terrible person for doing this?

"No," she told herself, and aware after a second she'd spoken aloud, "This is all okay."

He's my son, she thought, and he loves me. He knows I'd never harm him. Besides, he seemed to want what she was offering.

And, she understood that she in turn wanted what her son might be offering.

Back in her room she felt weak and had to sit down on her bed.

Oh, sweet Jesus in Heaven, she thought, she'd just held her own son's throbbing cock in her hand. And she'd loved it. 

She half stood then and hiked her skirt up to her waist. She reached down and clawed at herself through her panties. She dug her fingertips into one side of her pubis and her thumb on the other, and squeezed as hard as she could, mashing her vaginal lips together as though she were squeezing an orange. And, like and orange, juice came out. She saw the silky material darken with the liquid that seeped out of her and experienced an erotic agony like nothing she'd ever felt before. She had such guilt about what she'd done with Steven that she wouldn't allow herself to masturbate. She did, however, stroke her middle finger up and down her slit, through the panties, a few times. She did it slowly, ensuring she caught her clitoris on the upward stroke. She shivered. Then, reluctantly almost, stopped. She then peeled off her shoes and stockings and removed her skirt. Struggling out of the girdle, she pushed it down and kicked it away from her across the floor, angry with herself for many reasons, all of them jumbled in her mind.

Finally, it dawned on her that she'd been sitting on the bed in her bra and panties, she got dressed. In jeans and a blouse, socks and running shoes. This was more usual momwear for the weekends, after all. 

Finally she returned the offending garments to the secret suitcase and put the case back inside the wardrobe.

That evening, after she'd served up dinner to Ken and her son, she asked Steven to help her wash up. Her husband, as usual, was glued to the baseball on TV. The kitchen was open plan and only a worktop divided it from the lounge area, from where she could see the TV - and the back of Ken's head as he lazed, arm outstretched with a can of beer on the back of the couch.

Every so often as he dried and stacked the crockery Steven would glance up at her. Once in a while his eyes would flick across her breasts. Her nipples were still hard from earlier and she were creating bumps in the front of her t-shirt (the tight t-shirt she'd changed into just before dinner). She'd worn a half-cup brassiere and had hooked the edge just below her nipples deliberately to make sure something would show beneath the t-shirt material; Ken wouldn't notice, she was certain. What mattered was that her son did.

She said, "How did you get on with your homework, Steven?"

"Uh, okay, I guess. You want to see it?"

She nodded, "Uh-huh. Why don't you bring it down and me and your dad could look at it together."

Was that disappointment she saw on his face?

Inwardly smiling, she added, "Who knows, if it's any good you might get some extra...pocket money." She winked, as though hinting that "pocket money" might be a euphemism.

As Steven headed upstairs she finished putting away the dishes, wiped her hands on a dishcloth and joined her husband on the couch. He was to preoccupied with the game to look at her, but he managed to acknowledge her presence by saying, "There's a good movie on later, if you like."

"Sure," she offered, though a Saturday night movie was the last thing on her mind right now.

When Steven returned he stood behind the couch and proferred his notebook.

"What's this?" asked his father, craning back his head to address his son directly.

"Homework," said Steven. "Mom's gonna check it for me."

"On a weekend?" Ken shook his head theatrically, "Jeez, what's the world coming to?"

Annie chuckled, "Yeah, I mean really, Steven; this is a first."

Steven, wisely perhaps, made no reply. Instead he came around the couch and sat on the armchair nearest his father.

"Why don't you grab a soda, Steve?" Ken shook the empty can, adding, "And another Bud for me, if you don't mind."

Steven got to his feet, took the empty can from his father and headed for the refrigerator. While he was there Annie opened the notebook to the appropriate pages. It was the start of an essay about the play "Death of a Salesman" by Arthur Miller. The opening sentences were pretty good, too, albeit with the odd spelling mistake. As she read on, she was pleased to learn that her son had managed to grasp the essence of the play, but deviated from formal essay style.

When he returned to his seat and popped open his can of Coke, she said, "Pretty good, son. Though I don't think you should describe Willy Loman as a 'looser'."

Ken laughed, "But he is, though."

Annie bristled slightly. "Not at all. Besides, you need to write essays formally, Steven. Anyhow, good job." 

Closing the notebook, she held it out for her son to take from her. And, a he reached out to take it, she winked at him.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Homework Ch. 01



"Start getting undressed yourself now," she giggled. "I'm not going to be the only one."

As I slowly took off my clothes, she pulled off her pants and panties at the same time, immediately exposing her pussy to me. It seemed delicate, with translucent wisps of red hair covering the top and fair, blushing folds guarding the pleasures that lurked within. I could see a few small beads of moisture forming on her slit.

"Mmm, it's hard already?" she asked. I had barely noticed that my cock was out, and yes, extremely hard.

"Y-Yeah, it gets hard fast."

"That's ok, I'm really wet," she said, and ran a finger up and down her slit. "Mmm," she moaned, "This feels really good. Are you going to stroke it for me?"

"Y-Yeah." I started moving my fist up and down my cock, my eyes locked on her fingers, which were now rubbing her clit.

"God, that's so fucking hot!" she cried, "Mmm fuck, jerk that cock for me."

I was surprised at the dirty talk and not really able to reciprocate, but it spurred me on even more.

"You like this?" she asked.

"W-What?"

"You like watching me, don't you? You like watching me rub my wet pussy, right? You like seeing me rub my--oh!--rub my clit?" She switched to rubbing her clit with her left hand, and used her right to slide a finger into her dripping wet hole. "You like watching me fuck myself?"

"Y-Yeah, I like it," I got a little bolder, but just a little. "You like watching me stroke my h-hard cock for you?"

"Mmm, fuck yeah, baby," she moaned, working her pussy harder. "Mmm, you've got me so fucking wet. I've been thinking about this since I walked in on you the other day. Mmmm, fuck, I haven't been able to think about anything else. God this feels so good!"

Her hips were starting to buck against her hand now, and I knew that she was going to come soon. "You gonna come for me baby?" I asked, anticipating this.

"Mmm, yeah, I'm gonna come, oooooh fuck I'm gonna come hard baby. I'm... now! Oh! Oh fuck I'm coming!" She clamped her legs down hard on her hand and her hips started to buck wildly. Her whole body tensed as she came. "OOOOH FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M COMING SO HARD! OOOH FUCK BABY I'M COMING SO FUCKING HARD! MMMMM IT'S SO GOOD! FUCK FUCK COME BABY, ARE YOU GONNA COME TOO? COME FOR ME BABY! LET ME SEE THAT COCK SHOOT ITS LOAD FOR ME!"

That pushed me over the edge as intended. I tensed up too as my cock began to launch ropes of thick white come onto my chest. "Mmm, fuck," Julie moaned. "That's so fucking hot."

She stood up and began to get dressed, even as I sat there panting. "What's wrong?" I asked her, hoping to god that it was nothing, that there were no weird feelings, that this wasn't going to be the last time I got to do this with her.

"I just have a little homework to do," she smiled. Then, with a wink, she added, "I'll see you tomorrow."



Homework Ch. 02



Please see Homework by JackieL for the background necessary for this story.

Well it has been several months since my last (and first) story was posted. I fell in love, or thought I had. That’s another story that I will tell some other time, but for now I am back in the chat rooms and at the encouragement of my friends writing my stories again.

When I last left you I was walking back to my car wearing heels, an overcoat and a very big smile! I had just done my first public flash and was walking on a cloud. I could not wait to get back to my computer and tell my teachers what I had done. These guys had coached me, and encouraged me, and given me the courage to start living the life I really wanted, free and uninhibited. Needless to say they were very proud of me and already had my next homework assignment lined up.

The boys had gotten together and pooled their imaginations for me. They decided to send me an e-mail with all the details for my next homework. 

I received their e-mail that night and immediately started checking my mostly new wardrobe to make sure I had everything I needed, I was sure I did, but you know how we are, a whole closet of clothes and nothing to wear. From our online chats they knew I would be going to Houston in a few weeks and that was where my newest adventure was to take place.

A week later I am in Houston, trying my best to make it through long boring sales meeting, and a couple of nights of “inspirational pep talks” by over paid self help gurus. I could hardly function as I sat there thinking of my plans for the first free night to come. 

I have shunned panties for almost a year now, and depending on the business suit I wear either thigh highs or a garter belt and hose. I found myself getting wet thinking about the boys and their assignment for me and how much fun it would be to tell them all about it later. I would sit there in a meeting of about 50 of our companies top national sales people and could feel my eyes glaze over, not from boredom, but lust! My thighs would get wet I was getting so horny. Anticipation is half the thrill they tell me, but it was all I could do not to start playing with myself right there.

Finally the night I was waiting for arrived. Wednesday night was completely free from business requirements and all mine. 

I made it back to my hotel in the early evening, about 5, and began my ritual of preparation. I stripped and ran a hot full tub to soak in. Lying there I slowly brought myself near to climax, and then backed off. I repeated this process several times. I was horny as I could possibly be, but wanted to save the satisfaction as a reward for my performance later. Once finished bathing I shaved my pussy, making sure that it was as bare as a babies butt, and then applied my favorite lotion to my monds and the rest of my body. I walked the room naked as I let the lotion settle into my skin. I was careful with the makeup, not too much, I wanted to be pretty, not whorish. 

Now came the clothes. The boys had been pretty specific about that. First I slipped on some thigh highs in a medium taupe, then the skirt. It was a black pleated skirt that would flare when I turned and flounce as I walked. The blouse was a white silk, not see through, unless the light was behind it, but thin and light enough that my nipples stuck out plainly even when they were not hard. (I couldn’t imagine them not being hard this night) My heels were a black pumps with thin 4 inch spikes. I have gotten really great at walking in heels up to 5 inches and can even dance in the 4 inch ones. A gold necklace and watch finished me off. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, liking what I saw. I did a few hip swishes to see how much the skirt would flare, and in a fast turn it laid out almost flat. From my mirror angle I could not see how much it exposed but I felt sure anyone more than a few feet away would see everything I had. I grabbed my shoulder strap purse and headed out the door. 

In the elevator I was glad that I had taken the precaution of removing the buttons form my blouse. I had cut off the top 4 of them, leaving the first one just below the level of my nipples. If I hadn’t I might be tempted to close them now. When I stood straight, shoulders back the blouse pulled tight and closed over my chest, but any forward movement allowed it to open revealing more and more of my breasts. The slight jiggle of my tits against the fabric kept my nipples pointed and a long tingle in my body.

The elevator chimed the first floor and as the door opened I took a deep breath and put on my best “oblivious to the world” face. I stepped from the elevator into the lobby full of people going about an evening’s business. My skirt bounced on my thighs about 3 inches above my knees, as my heels taped a sexy beat on the tile floor. I know I drew looks, but was careful not to acknowledge any.

Across the street from the hotel was the Houston Galleria, a pretty upscale and huge shopping mall with several floors of nice shops to spend the day in. That was my evening’s destination. My teachers had decided that The Houston Galleria was the perfect place for homework assignment 2. I had been there before and couldn’t agree with them more. 

I crossed the street at the crosswalk and had the feeling of hundreds of eyes on me as I walked across the open sidewalks. I made sure that my steps were long and that the skirt fluttered around my thighs. I even did a little hop step onto the curb as I crossed.

I entered at the Nieman store and a gentleman held the door for me. I think his wife was a little put out as he made a point of smiling and greeting me. 

Oh the wonderful world of high class department stores! I could spend days just here, but I must go on.

The first objective was to head directly for the staircase that rose the 3 floors of the mall. My teachers picked this mall because it had wonderful open stairways. I kept my head high as I walked straight to the stairs, not looking to see if I would have an audience. I knew I would, this place was as busy as most malls on the weekend. I did see 2 teenagers approaching from the other side of the staircase as I took the first step up. 

Well here I was, ready for my second public exposure! I took the stairs on my toes, bouncing as I made each new step. This caused my already short skirt to flip up first in the front with my rising knees, then in the rear. I could feel the coolness of the air-conditioning under my skirt, but it did nothing to dampen the heat running though my body that started at my pussy. I was trying my best not to look around, but did see the boys stop before they got to the stair and watch me climb. I could just imagine what the view was doing to a couple of adolescent boys!

The Galleria is built with an open interior mall area the houses a skating rink, sitting areas and vendors carts. Each floor overlooks this area with a walkway like a balcony with an open handrail. I knew that I had an audience by now so as I reached the top level I turned to walk off in one direction, and then as if I had changed my mind did a quick turn in the opposite direction. The fast turn lifted my pleated skirt out almost parallel to my hips! Anyone looking from below got a very clear view of my naked butt and shaved pussy!

Oh my, this was fun! 

So far I was just a young lady out shopping as far as anyone could tell. If my attire was a little, well, less formal than most, I was not doing anything obviously lewd. But the boys had other plans for me still to carry out!

From our on line role playing games they knew that I was bi-curious and that was to be part of my game tonight. But first I needed a drink. From prior visits I knew there was a bar on the top floor and there I headed. I took a stool at the bar and ordered a Collins. Casually I checked out the other patrons. Unfortunately the crowd was thin and no really interesting prospects to play with. But still sitting there in my short skirt and thin blouse turned me on even more. The future would definitely hold some bar room games I knew. In the mirror I could see my nipples pushing against my blouse quite plainly. No one could miss them! I slipped off the stool to the ladies room. 

The tiny ladies loo was empty as I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. My face and chest were flushed, adding a bright color to my cheeks. I couldn’t help it, I raised my skirt and slipped my hand to my bare pussy to play. God I was horny…and wet! Gently I played with my clit. I didn’t want to end up with a moaning, screaming orgasm right here! Right to the edge I played and then forced myself to stop. I was so wet. I dampened a paper towel and used it to clean myself up a little, at least wipe up the leakage. 

I was ready to complete my mission now. Quickly I finished my drink and left the bar.

I wandered the mall, looking in shoe store windows, trying to find just the right combination of sexy shoes and salesperson. After window shopping about 6 stores I finally found what I was looking for. 

I entered the store and started to select shoes from the display. There was only one other customer at the time, and she was checking out. The sales girl was young, I guessed maybe 19 or 20, and very pretty. She had blonde hair to just off her shoulders, cut very similarly to my soft brown style. She was about 4 inches taller than my 5’2, and maybe a little on the thin side. Her uniform of black skirt and red cotton blouse was attractive on her, but far from sexy. When she finished with the other lady she approached me to assist. Her nametag identified her as Lisa. Of course she had beautiful blue eyes, the color I would have like if I could trade my brown in. 

I introduced myself, holding my hand out to her, “Hi, I’m Jackie.”

She was a little timid in taking my hand, but replied with “I’m Lisa, how can I help you?”

I wanted to say make my fantasy come true, but just told her she could help me find some really sexy shoes.

I picked out about 5 pair for her to get for me and took a seat. The fitting chairs faced the rear of the shop and the stocking area and I selected one with a footrest stool in front of it. I propped my foot on it and waited for her to return. She came out of the back with an armload of boxes that she placed on the chair next to me. I don’t think she noticed at first the way my shirt had slid up my thigh to reveal the top of my thigh highs, lace and bare skin showing. As she took a seat on the stool and reached to remove my shoe her eyes got wide and her face flushed red! Quickly she looked away and fumbled with a box. Then slowly she returned to her job, eyes cast down and looking only at my feet she slipped my old shoes off and the first of the new ones on. I stood up directly in front of her, then stepping over the foot rest tested the new shoes with a walk across the store. 

“These feel pretty good”, I told her, “but I want to try the others too”.

“Yes ma’am” she replied

Ma’am I thought, crap I hadn’t even turned 30 at that time, what was she calling me ma’am for!

I sat back down, this time being sure to be extra careless about my skirt. Maybe I was just being mean now, but this girl was going to look at my naked bare pussy! Again she focused on my feet as she change the shoes for a new pair. Again I stood and tested the shoes. This time I did a small pirouette as I turned back to her. From her low vantage point I know she had a clear view of my bare butt!

“What do you think Lisa?” I asked.

“ They really do look great on you ma’am” she replied, smiling just a little.

Still ma’am but at least I got a smile.

We worked out way through a couple of more pairs before I noticed her to begin to look up as she fitted me. As I sat for the final pair she made no attempt to hide her gaze between my open legs. She looked up to meet my eyes as she slipped a pretty red pump over my heel. Then she blushed and looked down again. 

As I walked with this pair she commented, “ You really are very pretty, and those shoes make your legs look terrific!”

Honestly I didn’t know what to do next. I picked 2 pair that I wanted to buy and as I checked out we small talked a little. I found out she lived with her boyfriend and worked here till 10 most nights. She invited me to come back again as I left, and I wanted to think she had enjoyed my little game too.

Back out in the mall I started looking for my next stop. I wandered the boutiques for smaller women, being 5’2 makes it fun to shop. Three or four shops later I found my target. This time the sales girl was about my age, a striking brunette with a great figure who must have dressed off the rack at the store. She looked very nice, understated sex with a dress that clung to her figure. Her name was Pam, and she approached me eagerly to help. We picked over the racks until I had about 6 sets to try, a combination of skirts and blouses and dressed, all designed with men in mind. She carried the clothes to the dressing area for me. As we walked I began to undo the few buttons on my blouse, and as she pointed me into a curtained stall I let my blouse slip down my back and over my arms. I was standing topless in front of her, my breast firm and flushed, my nipples hard, as I held out my blouse and asked her if she could hang it for me. She hooked the new clothes over the curtain rod and turned to get a hanger for my blouse. As she did I unfastened the button at my hip and slipped the zipper down allowing my skirt to fall to my feet. When she turned back around I hooked a toe into the skirt and flipped up to my hands then passed it to her. She didn’t even seem to notice that I was now naked except for my stockings and heels. 

I began to try on outfits. I would slip into something, walk the hallway, look in the mirrors and then strip nude again as I worked my way through the clothes. Pam stayed with me the entire time, once or twice helping me zip or fit a piece. Everytime she touched me a shiver passed through me. 

About halfway through my rack of clothes another patron entered the dressing area. When she saw me standing there nude she ducked into a dressing stall as if her butt was on fire. We giggled a little and Pam told me, “Don’t mind her, I think your are beautiful and if I had your body I would run around naked all the time”.

Finally, after I had selected 2 outfits I really like and I was standing naked in front of her she asked me, “Can I ask you a personal question?”.

“Well”, I said, spreading my arms out to demonstrate my nakedness, ”we can’t get much more personal than this!”

“My husband wants me to shave, like you are, what do you think?”

“Oh my,, I think it’s a great idea, it makes you feel so naughty!”

“How often do you have to trim?” she asked

“I trim everyday” I told her, “but that’s not really necessary, I just like doing it. You should make him shave you though, it will drive you both absolutely crazy”

She blushed a little and laughed, as we continued to talk. The conversation turned to making men pay more attention to us and she commented that I probably wasn’t having a challenge with that. I admitted to her that I enjoyed the attention and sought it out by the way I dressed and acted. She told me she was too chicken to do as I did, but would like to tease her husband more, and that maybe she would let him shave her for their anniversary night date.

By the time I left the store we were great friends and I promised to return soon and find out how she was doing.

I still couldn’t get that “ma’am” out of my mind! I decided to go back and see Miss Lisa! As I entered her store again she seemed really surprised to see me, and blushed furiously as I smiled at her. 

“I want to try a pair I had earlier” I told her.

The boxes of shoes where still where we had left them and I went and sat right down. Of course I made no attempt to cover myself as my skirt rode high on my legs. She wasted no time at all and was sitting in front of me slipping my shoes off almost instantly. Well, well I thought. I told her which pair to put on and this time as she did it she let her hand slide up the back of my calf. 

“Do you like?” I asked

“These are really great looking shoes”, she replied

“I don’t mean the shoes silly, do you lke the way I am dressed?”

“Oh yes ma’am, you are so…so pretty!” she stammered out.

“Do you ever dress like this?” I asked her.

“Oh no ma’am, I couldn’t do that!”

“Well actually you could, and will. What size shoe do you wear?” I asked

“ A seven” she told me, as I jumped up to look for some shoes for her. I found a very sexy strap sandal in a 3 inch heel and then turn to face her wide eyed innocence.

“Now here is what you are going to do Miss Lisa, go to the back and find this pair in your size. While you are there take off those pantyhose and panties, and then come back here,” I instructed her.

She started to say something, but couldn’t. then she started to turn bright red in the face as I held out my hand to help her off the footstool. 

As I waited for her to return I took a seat on the fitting stool, putting one leg on each side of it letting my skirt fall off it in the rear, and pulling it to my waist in the front. My bare butt was on the seat and my pussy was wide open to see. 

She took her time but finally she came back into the store area. I could tell right away that she had shed her pantyhose. I smiled at her and patted the seat I had been in earlier. As she stepped in front of me she said, “Oh my!” as she spotted my very exposed pussy.

She hitched her skirt up just a little and took her seat. She still had her legs together, hiding her charms, but when I patted the footrest she gamely placed her foot on it. That caused her skirt to inch up her thighs and now I could see her blonde bush. I used both hands to remove her old shoe and then caresses her calf and massage her foot before placing the new heel on her. Her eyes were watery, and her mouth open just a bit as I placed her heeled foot on the footrest again. The arch of the heel caused her skirt to fall farther up her thigh and I was tickled that she made no move the tug it down . I repeated the process with the other foot. Each move caused her skirt to ride higher and she was making no moves to pull it back down. This time when I placed her freshly heeled foot back on the footrest she allowed her other leg to fall to the side. Her beautiful, shaggy blonde pussy was completely exposed to me and anyone else who happened into the store. I looked to her face. She was chewing and tonguing at her lips, her eyes were narrow slits and real tears were slowly working down her cheeks. Her breath came in short bursts and her whole body moved with each one. I traced my fingernails up the inside of her thighs and I swear to God she came right there without a single touch to her pussy. Her body arched and vibrated as she slid down in the chair. Turning bright red in the face she smiled at me and began to tug her skirt into place. 

My hand was on my cunt as I watched her. How crazy was this! I just got her off and was playing with myself right there in a shoe store in an open mall!

Slowly I regained my composure, and she hers. We both got up, and she tried walking in the new shoes. 

“Very Pretty!”, I told her, “consider them a gift.”

“Thank you, ma’am, “ she replied, “do you think they make me look sexy?”

I assured her that she didn’t need the shoes to look sexy, but that they did make her look hot. I asked about her work schedule and found out that she was going to be off at 7PM on Saturday night.

“Ok Lisa, here’s what you are going to do. Meet me downstairs at the Bennigans at 7:30 on Saturday night. Dress in those new heels and a skirt, and remember no panties!”

“I’ll be there ma’am, “ she assured me.

I wasn’t so sure. I expected the guilt and embarrassment might set in and keep her away.



Homework Ch. 02



It had been three weeks since my sister Julie and I had first masturbated together, and in the meanwhile, we'd done that again and so much more. We'd masturbated each other, we'd gone down on each other, and we'd fucked in every position I could think of. It was truly amazing how much our sex life had advanced in such a short time.

The problem was that we had only done these things in my own imagination. It turns out that, although we were both sure at the time that we would do it again, we didn't know how after the adrenaline had worn off. The stigma set in and the inhibitions came back. We barely spoke to each other. We found ourselves scarcely able to even look each other in the eye across the dinner table, let alone naked on the couch. 

My life was a shambles. Not only had I seemingly lost my best friend in the world, but I couldn't stop thinking about her sexually. No matter how hard I tried to take my mind off of what we had done, it came back, and I couldn't stop it. I could not longer think of anyone but my sister when I masturbated, and if I tried to not masturbate at all (a laughable effort at my age anyway), my thoughts of her only intensified and came at all sorts of awkward times.

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I knocked on Julie's door after dinner to talk to her about it.

"Hey..." I said, when she opened it, not really sure what I should say.

"Uh.. hey," she replied, looking at the ground.

"We should talk."

"...yeah."

"Listen, what we did... look, we can just move past it, ok? I mean, it wasn't that big a deal, so let's just forget it ever happened, get back to normal, right?"

"I... I don't know if I can do that," she said, looking up at me.

"Well, we can try, can't we? I mean, we have to. You're closer to me than anyone in the world, I can't stand the way we've been since... well, lately. I don't care how mad you are; I'm sorry, but we have to work this out."

"I'm not mad," she said, "it's not that. It's just... it was wrong, it's still wrong, but I... I can't stop thinking about it, you know?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I've been the same way. But Julie, you know we can't do it again."

"God, yes, I know that. It's just so hard to look at you now without... thinking about it, you know?"

"Believe me, I do."

"It's like I'm obsessed, or something."

"I know, me too. But Julie, we have to try."

"I know. Look... this might seem weird, but I have an idea."

"Uh... ok," I said. "What is it?"

"This might sound weird," she said.

"You said that already."

"I know, but it might--I mean, it probably will sound really weird."

"Ok, ok! Just say it already! Out with it!"

"Ok... what if... we do it again?"

"Julie--"

"Just once! I really think that if we do it just one more time, we'll stop thinking about it so much, because it won't be as big a deal, you know?"

"How could that possibly happen?" I asked, my mind boggling even as my loins stirred.

"Ok, listen, here's what I was thinking: we did this one time, right? And it was the first time either of us had done anything even remotely like it, so it was... it was like this freak thing, you know?" She sounded almost excited now. "So that's what it's such a big deal. If we did it again... you know, it wouldn't be such a big deal, because we'd be kind of a little bit used to it."

"So it wouldn't be a special event, just one time that we did something with a member of the opposite sex?" I finished for her, warming to the idea. "I have to admit, that kind of does make sense."

"It does, right?" She beamed.

"Ok, so when do we do this?"

"Well how about now? Unless you're not... you know"

"No, I... I am." I choked out. "But what about Mom and Dad?"

"They're downstairs watching TV; they won't hear us and we'll be done long before they come up for bed."

"Ok," I said, still a little hesitant.

"Ready?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess."

"Ok, take off your clothes and sit on the bed."

With that, she wisked off her clothes, and without a thought I did the same. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered, even more lovely than I had imagined these three long weeks. She sat on the bed with her legs spread open, leaning her back against the headboard. I did the same on the opposite end of the bed.

"Ok, start," she said, matter-of-factly. She began gently rubbing her fingers over her pussy mound, already glistening with her wetness. Her breath became uneven as she used her other hand to gently rub her chest, making her pink nipples grow hard, along with my dick. I was stroking slowly up and down my cock, not wanting this to end too quickly. I stared at her young tits, large but not too large, pefectly round and perky, with puffy pink nipples. I tried to imagine what they might feel like.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "I've been wanting this for so long."

"Me too."

"God, it's all I've been able to think about! You look so hot!"

"Y-You too, so do you," I stammered, jerking my cock faster now in spite of myself. Julie was rubbing her clit harder, it looked like, and pinching her nipples as her breath grew harder and more ragged.

"Well that's not exactly true," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking about... other things too."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, growing more bold as my sister's whole body began to blush. "Like what?"

"Mmm, unh," she grunted, "like, unh, what your cock would feel like if I touched it."

"Mmmmm," a moan slipped out of me. "What else?"

"Like, unh, what it would be like to hold your hard dick in my hand, stroke it... mmm, I've been thinking about jerking you off, feeling your hard... c-cock..." I was stroking furiously now, there was no way around it. Julie slipped a finger into her tight young pussy, and I became transfixed watching her slide it in and out, in and out, coated in her slick juices. "I w-want... OH GOD! Oh god, I'm-I'm-I'm c-coming!" she cried out, her body clenching up and shuddering as she did. She looked so hot that I could hold back anymore, and my cock started spurting come on my hand and stomach. Julie opened her eyes slowly, took in the sight, and smiled.

"Mmmm... that was so good," she said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

We sat there for a few minutes, just coming down from our orgasms. After a while, Julie said, "But we can't do it again."

"I know," I said.

"I think it'll be easier now, like we planned," she said. "I think we won't think about it as much, and we can just get on with our lives."

"Yeah, I think so too," I said, and at that moment, I really did. We were so naive. "I love you, Julie."

"I love you too," she replied with a smile.

---

I went to bed that night feeling relaxed for the first time in three weeks, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't meant to last, however; I woke up in the middle of the night to a prodding at my shoulder.

"Wake up. Psst! Wake up!"

I slowly opened my eyes, though I couldn't see much. "Julie?" I said groggily.

"I need you."

"What is it?"

"No, I mean, I... I need you, you know?"

It was then that I noticed that, contrary to what I might have been used to, Julie was not standing next to my bed, but was instead laying in it, under my blanket, pressing her lithe body against mine. That was interesting.

"Julie, what are you doing?"

"Listen, I keep thinking about what we did... I want more."

"Julie--"

"I need more."

"Julie, hey, we--" She cut me off, breathing in my ear, "I NEED more."

"Julie!" I started a bit and surprised myself by managing to pull away from her a bit to look her in the face. "Julie, we talked about this, you know we can't--"

"Shh. Just hear me out, ok? Listen, I know what we talked about, but I've been thinking about this, and there's nothing wrong with what we've done, and there's nothing wrong with doing it some more. It's just physical, right? I mean, our relationship doesn't have to change otherwise, we're just... we're just adding this physical layer on top of it. We're just having some fun together, that's all. We're both adults, and neither of us is being taken advantage of; I know I want it, and..." she gestured to my erection. "...and I know you do too. So come on, what do you say?"

She was so sexy. How could I say no? "So... ok, I guess that makes sense. I guess. So we just keep masturbating in front of each other? Just like that?"

"Well... not exactly." She slid her hand down my front and wrapped it gently around my dick, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my spine. She leaned in and whispered breathily into my ear again: "maybe a little more than that." She gave my dick a light squeeze as she kissed me for the first time. I had kissed a girl before, but this was completely different. As my tongue explored my sister's mouth and hers mine, I was more sexually and emotionally charged than I had ever been. My senses seemed heightened, and I noticed every detail. The smell of Julie's hair, every contour of her small tongue, the slight impression of her nipples against my chest. It was heaven.

Then, just as suddenly, it was over. "Now get some sleep," she said, standing up slowly. "We've got a big day tomorrow."

She left the room without another word. I had just enough time to wonder if it had all been a dream before I drifted back to sleep.

---

The next day, I spent my alone time after school waiting anxiously for Julie to get home. When she did, she tried to act normal, and she was clearly feeling far less bold than the previous evening, but it was obvious that we both had the same thing on our minds. Before long, she brought it up.

"So... want to watch each other?"

"Yeah," I replied, playing it as cool as I could.

"Mmm, I was hoping... I'm soooooo horny." She took off her shirt and then slid down her pants. "Well? Let's get going!"

I took in the sight of her body as I undressed; she had already started rubbing her wet pussy. "Ooooooh fuck. God, I needed this. Oooh god, it feels so good." She had already begun to gyrate her hips a bit, and she was also rubbing her clit faster than usual. "Mmmmm..... FUCK! Ooooooh fuck. Baby, this is so fucking hot, I'm gonna come already! Ooooh god, I'm gonna come! I... Oh, fuck, I-I'm coming! I'm coming! Ooooh fuck yes I'm coming so good!" She cried out as she tensed and came. I was really jerking off hard now, stroking my hard cock fast at the sight of my sister coming. As she was coming down from her orgasm, she gave me a sly look and crawled over and started to kiss me. As her tongue probed my mouth, she wrapped her small, delicate hand around my cock and started pumping it up and down. It felt so amazing. She was stroking me gently, but applying just the right amount of pressure to make it feel really good as she coaxed the come out of my cock.

"Mmm, that's so nice, baby," she moaned into my ear. "Your cock feels soooo good. You like that?" I nodded. "You like me jerking you off? Mmm, you like your twin sister stroking your big cock?" She started in on her pussy again, rubbing her clit furiously. "Oh! Unh! Fuck, this feels good! Oooh fuck, I've been wanted to do this for so long, baby. To stroke your hard dick... mmm, god it's so hot. I--" she slid a finger all the way into her wet pussy and shuddered. "Ooooooh, yes. Ooooooh, fuck. God, your cock is... are you going to come for me?"

"Yeah, I--"

"Mmm, come for me. God, I want it so bad, baby, let me feel your cock coming in my hand."

"Fuck, Julie, that feels so good..."

"Yeah, this feels so good too, baby. Come for me. Shoot that hot come. Let me feel your cock--ugh--shooting your--ugh--hot come, fuck!"

"Julie, I'm coming!"

"Mmm, fuck, me too... FUCK! OOOOH FUCK I'M COMING SO HARD! F-F-FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK SHOOT YOUR COME FOR ME BABY, SHOOT IT, UNGH!"

My cock spasmed and started pumping out more come than I'd ever unleashed before. My sister jerked me gently all the way through my orgasm, coaxing every last drop of my come out of my cock.

"Wow, that was so hot," she said afterward.

"Yeah."

"Glad we're doing this?"

I looked at her. "Yeah, I really am," I said. She smiled and kissed me.

"Better get cleaned up before Mom and Dad get home," she said.

---

That night, I was again woken up by Julie, but there was no gentle nudging this time. Instead, I woke up to the sensation of my sister again stroking my cock. After a few seconds of confusion, I realized what was going on and was extremely turned on.

"Mmm, yes, Julie..."

She didn't say anything. She just looked at me. She stared right into my eyes with a look that conveyed such pure, unadulterated lust that it drove me over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm--"

Julie cut me off by slipping her tongue into my mouth just as I began spurting come into her hand. She kissed me hard and with a greater intensity than before, and she didn't let up on either the kissing or the stroking until she had drained me of every drop. When she was done, she gently kissed me one last time, then left without a word.

---

"Lay down," said Julie. It was the next day, after school, but I could barely remember what had even happened since the previous night. This was all that I cared about right now. 

I did as she asked. We were both naked, of course. She knelt next to me on the bed, so that she could play with herself and stroke me off at the same time. This brought her gorgeous tits to my eye level, and as usual, I leered at them and probably drooled a little bit.

"You can touch them, you know," Julie said, matter-of-factly.

"Can I?" I asked.

"Of course! I've been waiting for you t--ooooh!" Julie moaned as I grabbed one of her tits. My cock strained against its skin, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was somehow soft and firm at the same time. Her nipple grew hard in my hand.

"Oooh, wow," she moaned again. "That feels reeeeeally good, baby." She slipped a finger into her wet cunt, then reached over and rubbed it on my dick. "Feel how wet I am for you?"

I did her one better, and as she began to stroke my hard cock with her pussy juice, I reached over and started to finger her pussy. "OOOOOH FUCK! MMMM FUCK YES, JUST LIKE THAT BABY, DO IT JUST LIKE THAT," she cried out as her pussy contracted and sucked my fingers deeper into her. "MMM FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUCK I'M GONNA COME, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME ALREADY BABY, MMMM FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES! YES YES YES I'M COMING!!!!!" Her pussy started to spasm and she began to buck hard against my hand. I went back to squeezing her tits and she resumed stroking me as she came down from her orgasm.

"Mmmm... mmmmmmmmmmm, that was soooo good. I've never come that hard before. God, never. How... how did you know how to do that?"

"I don't know, I just... how did you know how to do this so well?"

"Mmmm, I just do what feels good to me... I love your cock."

"Well, I... I g-guess I do the same thing. Your p-pussy feels really g-goo-ood," I stammered, my breath growing ragged.

"Awww, what's that I hear," she cooed playfully. "Are you getting excited? Are you going to coooooooooooooome for me?"

"Y-yes..."

"Mmmm, that's good, baby, because I love your come. Ooooh, I love everything about it. I love the way you look when you come, I love the feeling of your cock as you come... mmm, I love the way it feels..."

"Ooooh god, Julie, I'm getting close..."

"I want you to come on me."

"W-What?"

"You heard me. Come on me. Come... come on my tits. Would you like that? You want to come on my big tits?

"Y-Yes..."

"Mmmm," she moaned, excited by the prospect. She moved down my body and let go of my cock, squeezing her tits together to make an especially inviting target for my come. I picked up where she left off, jerking myself off as I was just seconds away from coming.

"You like these, baby?" Julie asked. "Yeah, you like these big tits, don't you? You want to come on them? Mmmm... you want to shoot that hot come all over my big tits? God, I can't wait to feel it. I can't wait to feel that hot come shooting out of your big, hard dick all over my tits... coating them... mmmmm.... come for me, baby! Gooooood, please come for me. Please? Fuck, I want to feel it so bad!"

That was enough. I started to shoot my hot white come onto Julie's amazing cleavage, coating her with more come than I think I'd ever produced in one session. "Mmm FUCK that feels good, baby!" she yelled. "I fucking love the way your come feels..." After a few spurts had landed on her tits, she scooted up just a bit, so that her tits were right in front of my cock, and she began jerking me.

"OOOOH FUCK JULIE!" I cried out as a second wave of orgasm ripped through me. I had never experienced anything like this before. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK I'M COMING SO HARRRRRRD!" She jerked my cock hard and wildly as it spewed more and more come onto her tits, face, and hair. She was covered in it by the time I was done. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned.

"Wow," she said. "That was sooooo hot. Shit, look at the time." We had been at this for longer than we thought; it was almost time for our parents to get home. "I'd better go get cleaned up." She started to leave the room, but as she neared the door she turned to look at me. Wordlessly, she scooped some of my come off of her cheek with her finger, and after stopping to think for a second, slid it into her mouth. My cock jumped, amazingly beginning to grow hard again at the site. She sucked it all the way in, then slowly, very slowly, pulled it back out again, come-free. She swallowed. "Mmmmm," she moaned with a wink, then turned and left the room.



Homework Ch. 02



On Sunday night we got around to our homework. Carol the marriage counsellor had told us to spend some time having a cuddle with our pyjamas on this week. No sex, no kissing - just 20 minutes of awkwardness before going to sleep. We could have been reading or watching a show from NetFlix, the laptop balanced on our knees. Instead, I'm holding Wendy around her waist, trying to decide whether getting an erection is banned, encouraged or just irrelevant. 

She's obviously trying to decide whether I've got an erection because I want to fuck her, in spite of not wanting to, or just because I have a warm body clutched close to me for the first time in a while. We really haven't done this much lately. Are we supposed to chat? Gaze into each others' eyes?

We snuggle for a while. It's hard to readjust your position, to try and balance your arm being squashed with the need for nearness, when both of you know that you are only this close because it's your assignment.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Mmm-hmm." We've had moments of tenderness this week. Times at which passing a cup of coffee or a dishtowel has undeniably been done in a loving way. But we haven't really talked about the therapy, and I really doubt that we're about to now. Probably the biggest step was made in Carol's waiting room. That was when we both realized that we were prepared to do this. That both of us was at least going to try something to have us stay together and maybe feel like we both wanted it.

"Yeah." A pause. "I did too." It feels like we're getting something ready to tell our teacher. Neither of us feels particularly relaxed or very intimate. But she's obviously going to ask us how we felt afterwards, so we should at least get our stories straight and agree to use the words 'relaxed' and 'intimate'.

"I feel kind of ... relaxed now. Don't you?" No answer. Wendy's asleep.

5 minutes later I'm in the bathroon jerking off.

I stand in the middle of the mat and try not to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Wendy's lying on her back in a clearing in the woods. We're on holiday, camping in a national park and it's ten years ago.

Young love back then. We hadn't been together long, and this was our first real holiday as a couple. We borrowed bikes at the campsite each day and cycled off down random paths. Today we just couldn't be bothered to cycle a couple of kilometers back to our tent to have sex, or we wanted to do it in the fresh air for the first time, or both. You used to love having your pussy licked back then and I loved doing it. We both lay on our coats, your thighs as open as the grassy bit of landscape we're in, and I penetrated you with my tongue. It felt like we were there for hours before you casually pulled me up and got me to start fucking you.

The much older me, the one who knows about work and mortgages, and how to tell if you need a marriage counsellor, and how to find a good one, and why you should go if your wife tells you to, is standing pumping his cock in his fist and mentally looking over the shoulders of these two passionate twenty-somethings. I'm enjoying the reminiscences, but suddenly the scene in my mind changes.

It's now nighttime, and the present day Wendy has her ass hanging half out of the tailgate of a car. We're parked somewhere among some trees. Perhaps it's the same spot in the national park? Or perhaps somewhere more familiar, some nook of the woods in our own suburb. Anyway, we're obviously in a place that people come to fuck each other and be seen by each other. There are few cars parked here, some with their full beams on, and a bunch of men standing around taking a look at what we're doing. 

You're wearing a kimono style robe, with your tits clearly visible and your ass completely uncovered. You're lying in the trunk with your legs curled up and chained to your waist. There are handcuffs on your arms. I'm holding you by the hips and thrusting deep into your pussy from behind, standing on the floor by the back of the jeep.

Now I'm grabbing and pulling you hard back and forth. I'm holding your ass and getting ready to spank you. The other men are looking on. No, forming a queue. I'm watching one have his way with you, then the next. You're being fucked hard. They're coming in you. There's sperm all over your ass.

I come and ejaculate all over the bathroom wall. 

As I kneel on the floor and check behind the toilet bowl, wiping up any splashes of cum that I find, I wonder. I don't usually fantasize like that. I often think about you, just as often about other women I've seen in real life or in porn. But the scenario I just came to isn't the type I've thought about before. Public sex, bondage, roughness, sharing you like a fucktoy... Is the no-touching getting to me? Is it ok to be thinking things like this? Should I be trying to get you to do them? I grin at the idea of asking you to carry out my fantasy, and get on with making the bathroom clean and free of evidence so I can slip back into bed and fall asleep.



Homework Ch. 03



See other homework assignments for background.

I left Lisa to close her shoe store and I walked back to the JW Marriott. I was on fire I was so horny! In my room I relived every second of our encounter as I soaked in the Jacuzzi tub and the jets of hot water played over my body. It wasn’t long and orgasms were ripping through me. I had thought about picking up some guy, but decided a man would just ruin the mood right then. 

I e-mailed my “professors” that night and got some excited replies. The next move depended on Lisa. I spent a couple of frustrating days back in seminars and study groups as I waited on Saturday to arrive. Would she be there?

I spent my spare time shopping, not at the Galleria, but at other shops and Malls around Houston. Saturday was suppose to be an Indian Summer day so I found a new outfit just for the occasion.

Finally the big day arrived! I bathed and shaved and dressed in a state of just barely controlled excitement. 

The blouse I wore was a flowered silk, in pastels. It fit over my left shoulder and across the top of my breast to under my right arm. The tail was cut on the opposite angle, and the matching skirt finished the zig zag, starting at mid thigh on one side and ending just below my knee on the other. Of course I wore nothing but a white lace garter and hose under it. A small gold pendant, watch and 3 inch heels in soft blue suede finished me off.

My nipples made little points in the silk as I walked through the lobby and across the street to the Galleria and Bennigans. I timed my arrival so that Lisa would already be there if she were coming. I was trying not to be too optimistic about it as I entered the saloon and grill. You can imagine my smile as I saw her sitting at a table waiting for me. 

I signaled the waiter that I was joining her and crossed the room to meet her. I was well aware of the looks I was attracting. I knew that my nipples were obviously sticking up, and that the heels added tension to my legs and a sexy sway to my walk. I loved it! 

Lisa stood as I arrived at her table, but I had to initiate the hug. I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment on her part from the other night, or her submissive attitude. I held her back at arms length and looked her over. 

“Your beautiful,” I allowed, “but I am not to excited about you wearing the store uniform.” She was in the same outfit I had seen her in the other night, black knee length skirt and red blouse. 

Her lip quivered, “I’m sorry ma’am, but this is the best I had for tonight, everything else is…well too conservative.”

I laughed, if this is the most risqué thing she owned we were really going to have fun tonight. 

“Not to worry,” I smiled, “we’ll fix that problem soon. Now is the rest of your outfit “proper” attire too?”

“ Oh definitely not ma’am,” she blushed.

“Well let’s sit down and you can show me!”

There was the least little bit of hesitation as she took her chair and worked her skirt up and legs apart to give me a peek at her fussy bush. I smiled again, she blushed and a waiter appeared at the table to take our orders. She made no effort to lower her skirt though I doubt from his angle he could see anything more than a lot of pretty thigh and the lace tops of her hose. I ordered us a couple of Margueritas and Lisa began to chatter away. I guess she was a bit nervous. I know I was!

She told me about her boyfriend, Richard, and how they meet, where he worked and all the small talk trivia we girls are so fond of. Finally, as she began her second drink she told me how after our last meeting she had gone home and just about raped poor Richard. As they were cuddling after what she called the best sex she ever had she told him about me. At first he thought it was just a fantasy she was making up to get him excited again, and when he realized that she expected him to believe it he laughed at her. 

“He just doesn’t believe you are real Ma’am” she told me. 

“Oh I am very real!” I laughed. “very real indeed!”

She told me she wouldn’t have anything to do with him the next 2 days, and that he was now trying his best to get back on her good side.

“Lets go shopping!” 

I settled the check, took her hand and we bounced out of the grill. She started to tell me she couldn’t afford to buy anything tonight, but I just led her on anyway. 

Once again I was on exhibit in the Mall and loving every minute of it. My skirt would not flare, but the soft fabric clung to my body, showing off the sway of my hips, curve of my ass and shape of my breasts. I was getting really horny and the best part was the night was just starting. On the stairs Lisa had a few moments of hesitation, but I did see her hands ever so slightly raise the skirt as she took the steps next to me. I was going to be proud of her, I just knew it.

I took her to the same dress shop I had been in the other night and to continue my great luck Pam was working again. She greeted me warmly and I introduced Lisa to her. We all hit it off immediately and began our hunt for the right outfits. Evidently Lisa had never enjoyed financial freedom, because she shopped the price tag first, then the clothes. It only took me a second to convince her we were here for fun and to just pick what she liked. I took her hand and together we selected a couple of dresses to try on. I turned her loose and shortly she had an armload of blouses, skirts and dresses to take to the fitting room. We all trouped into the fitting area and once again I got naked but for my garter and stockings right away. Pam was as un-surprised as the first time, but Lisa was a little taken aback. 

“Come on girl, relax and have fun” I teased. I stood in front of her and began to open her blouse. Soon she too was stripped to her thigh highs and heels. I noticed that her bush was trimmed to a nice bikini cut. 

“Pam”, I asked, “ did you let that horny husband of yours shave you yet?”

“Not yet”, she replied, ‘I’m saving it for next weekend, our anniversary.”

Lisa didn’t know how to take such open conversation, but I will give her credit, she asked if she should shave hers too. I told her I sort of liked the little blonde bush, I thought it was kind of cute.

We tried on piece after piece. I had no intention of buying anything else to carry back home, but I was looking for just the right ensemble for Lisa. One of the skirts she had picked up was identical to the black pleated skirt I had worn the first night I met her, except it was a soft blue. She tried a pale blue blouse that matched it very well and went with the natural color of her heels. The skirt came only to mid thigh and a slight swish revealed the lace tops of her hose. The blouse was a thin rayon that was almost transparent, and with back light would be. I kept my eyes on those as she tried on more clothes. With each new costume we would prance and swing about, showing off for ourselves. Finally, after a dozen changes each, helping each other fit and tuck, tie and snap, feeling the touch of each others hands against our naked bodies, we were done. 

I sorted out the skirt and blouse that I wanted her to have, and handed them to Pam. Lisa protested, until I told Pam to remove the tags so she could wear them out of the store. She was as excited as a little girl as she dressed in her new clothes. We had Pam bag the old stuff, including her bra, and giving her a big hug we made our way out of the store and the Mall. 

Lisa was really fired up now and as we walked across the Mall she swished and swayed and bounced and drew every eye of the late Saturday night crowd. Her breasts were about a 36C, compared to my own pert 34B titties, and with every move they wiggled and jiggled under her blouse accentuating her bralessness. 

Either the constant movement against the fabric, her own excitement or both, had her nipples sticking out in quarter inch points. 

Now I was used to turning heads when I was on show, but Lisa actually took the breath away. I saw several double takes and unabashed stares as we paraded through the Mall. 

“Let’s get another drink,” I encouraged her, and led her off to the hotel lobby. There was a small dark bar in the lobby, with low large overstuffed seats and lower tables. We positioned ourselves in the chairs and ordered up drinks. 

“You think Richard is at home?”, I asked her.

“It’s almost 10 o’clock, he should be, why?” she asked suspiciously.

“Give me his number, I want to call him. What does he mean I’m a figment of your imagination!”

He answered on the second ring., “Hello, this is Richard.”

“Do you have any idea who this is?” I asked.

Before he could reply I told him, “This is Jackie, the woman who doesn’t exist.”

“Your name may be Jackie, but the woman that Lisa described couldn’t exist.”

“Well I’m here with Lisa right now, and she looks like she could use some company tonight. Believe me Richard, you would enjoy her company right now!”

“Tell me where you are and I’ll meet you.”

“Not so fast big boy!” I told him in my sternest voice. “If you want to join us tonight and see if there really is a Jackie you need to do some things for us.”

I told him we would meet him in the hotel bar, but first he had to get a room, and on the way had to stop and get some rope, like a clothes line. He was to leave the rope and something to cut it with in the room and then meet us in the bar. 

Lisa was looking at me wide eyed as I hung up the cell phone. 

“Relax Sweet Lisa, the night is going to get more and more interesting” I told her.

I had noticed that the traffic past our table had been steadily increasing since we sat down. I looked to Lisa and could see the tops of her hose and some bare skin, my garter straps were showing and I realized that with the right angle, like that taken on the path to the restrooms, you could probably see all the way up our skirts. I pointed this out to Lisa, and to my surprise she told me she knew. Oh this was getting better all the time. 

We had just been served our third drink, and had been approached by several men, when Richard arrived. Lisa pointed him out to me as he approached. Not bad, about 23 and well over 6 foot tall, he looked sharp in a casual shirt and slacks. As he neared Lisa I could see the change on his face. Evidently he was getting the view that Lisa had been giving all the other men in the bar. She stood up just before he got to her and he stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Lisa?” he asked, as if this wasn’t the girl he knew.

She hugged his neck and sat him down in the chair with her. His hand rested on her thigh and he was absolutely speechless. I introduced myself with a smile, and asked if he liked Lisa’s new clothes. 

“I can see your tits,” he stammered.

“Do you like them?” she asked with a wanton grin.

“God yes,” he said, “but everyone in here is looking at you!”

“Um” was all she replied.

The waiter brought Richard a drink while Lisa and I talked about nonsense, food, clothes, music and stuff and drove Richard wild.

Finally I asked, “Did you get a room?”

“916” He told us.

“Let’s go!”

We made our way to the elevators, one not bad looking guy and 2 very sexy looking women. When the elevator door closed I turned to Lisa. I began to unbutton her blouse as the car moved up. 

“What if the elevator stops and someone gets on,” she asked.

“You mean you don’t want people to see you?” I questioned.

“Well yes, I mean no…well I mean I do want them to see, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry Sweet Lisa, Richard and I will protect you.”

I had her blouse fully open and using my hands slipped it back on her shoulders. She shrugged her arms and allowed the blouse to fall back down her arms to her hand. She casually handed it to Richard. Damn, she was beautiful standing there topless I thought as the chime sounded for the floor. We stepped from the car into the floor lobby. I stopped as the door closed behind us and asked Richard.

“What do you think big boy, does she need that skirt anymore?”

He caught on fast and replied, “No, I think not.”

Lisa didn’t even hesitate. Her hand went to her hip and unfastened the skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. There she hooked her toe in it and flipped it up to Richard. She was standing nude in the hotel hallway, anyone coming or going would see her. She did a slow turn and then offer each of us a hand. We led her to the room.

Inside the room I told her to get Richard undressed while I prepared things. I took the rope he had there and cut it into several lengths. I slipped a long piece under the mattress at the head and foot. I placed a pillow about halfway down the bed, and made sure another short piece of rope was within reach. 

When I turned to see them Lisa was on her knees in front of a very naked Richard, She had his rigid dick in her hand and was just lowering her mouth to him. I watched fascinated as she took him into her mouth and started to slide up and down over his cock. She didn’t deep throat him, but took all she could into herself and slipped him slowly back out. I noticed her bright red nails for the first time. She had duplicated my polish. Well the best form of flattery is imitation. It just looked so damn sexy, her bright fingers holding his hard dick as her mouth slid over him.

My company car is an Explorer, but my personal car is a Miata, and I like the top down, so I always carry a scarf in my purse to tie my hair with. I took it from my handbag and walked behind Lisa. I lowered it over her eyes and tied it behind her head. 

“That’s enough of that”, I told her, “now stand up for me.”

I led her to the bed and helped her lay on it. I had her raise her body and slipped the pillow under her butt. Then I went to each corner and tied her hands and feet to the ends of the rope I had slipped under the mattress. I left on her hose and heels. She looked spectacular, naked, spread-eagled and blindfolded on the bed. 

I turned to Richard. His cock was standing out at attention. I instructed him to get between her legs and please her. He didn’t need any other prompting as her almost dove into her. I listened to her moans as I began to strip off my clothes. Once I was down to my heels, stockings and garter I move around to the head of the bed to get a better view. I was mesmerized, watching him tongue and nibble at her clit as she twisted and pushed her pussy to his mouth. I was fingering my own pussy as I watched them, and Richards eyes were locked unto me as his mouth and hands played with her. I was really enjoying playing with myself, but Richard watching added a new flavor to it for me. Lisa was going crazy, and Richard was working like a pro on her when she finally exploded into a fit of orgasm. 

I was almost ready to cum myself, but held back, I was having too much fun being horny. I gave them a moment to catch their breath, then told Richard to move up and sit over her so that his balls rested on her belly button. I told him to put his hands behind his back and grabbed the short piece of rope and tied them there. Now I took my place behind him. My legs kneeled over hers as my breasts pushed into his back. His hands were right at the level of my pussy and I pushed myself against him. He didn’t disappoint me as he immediately began playing with my pussy and a finger slid easily inside me. I was too short to whisper into his ear, and besides I wanted Lisa to hear what was going on, so I blurted out, “Damn your finger feels so good in my cunt!”

Lisa could feel our bodies moving, straddled over hers as I pushed against him and worked his finger into me deeper.

“Like my pussy Richard?” I asked.

“Oh yes’, he whispered in reply.

“Speak up so Lisa can hear you”

“It’s hot and wet,” he spoke out, “and I love it!”

I reached around him and took his hard dick into my hand. “My, what a hard dick you have,” I crooned.

“Do you like the feel of my hand on your cock?”

“Oh yes!”

“I’m going to jack you off and make you cum all over Sweet Lisa, would you like that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck!” was all he could say.

Lisa was moaning and wiggling under us as my hand moved on his cock. I couldn’t close my hand around him, and I guessed him to be 6 inches. (What a man would call 8 inches but I think they start measuring at their assholes)

I worked in slow steady strokes and as I did I moved my pussy against his hand. I was soaking wet and could feel the trickle running down my thighs. He built steadily toward my goal as I moved a little faster over his cock. At last I felt him move back into me and tense up, I knew he was about to cum.

Holding him aimed in the air I pulled back hard, pulling all the free skin to the base of his dick. He jerked forward and arched his first spasm into the air. It flew to land on Lisa’s tits and shoulders. I pulled his cock down now and aimed him like a hose. Lisa arched her back and neck just as he shot again and this one hit her on the bottom of her chin, splashing onto her throat. Lisa flopped back down and the next burst hit her in the breast and left cheek. The final couple of pumps were not so strong and landed on her chest and belly. I watched Lisa to see her reaction to the cum shower. She was licking her lips though none of the juice had hit her mouth. 

I moved off her and told Richard to do the same. I then moved the side table chair to the head of the bed and told him to sit there while I helped Lisa clean up. I crawled up over her until my arms were above hers on the bed and my knees were outside her waist. I felt my nipples brush hers and it sent a thrilling unfamiliar feeling through my whole body. I hadn’t been sure just how far I was going to go with this, but now I knew there was no limit. 

I leaned down and brushed her lips ever so softly with mine. Her tongue reached for me. But I pulled away. I leaned to her ear and whispered to her, “Have you ever tasted Richard’s cum?”

“No ma’am,” she whispered back to me.

There was a rivulet of his juice running down her cheek and I moved to it. I slowly licked my tongue from the back edge of her jaw to the bottom of her eye. I can’t compare the taste to anything else. It is sharp and tangy, bitter and salty all at once and leaves a strong aftertaste. 

I kissed Lisa, my first girl to girl kiss. Then I backed up just enough to get a good look at her. She was flushed and panting, her chest a dark red and her tongue constantly moving. I placed my hand under her neck and raised her throat to me. I lowered my mouth to her throat and using my tongue ladled up the small pool of cum that was there. I held it in my mouth as I moved to her mouth and shared it with her. As our mouths meet and the cum flowed between us her tongue probed my mouth trying to lick every drop from inside me. I repeated this until I had cleaned up every trace of her shower from Richard. 

I was going crazy inside, hot and horny as I had never been before. I had waited as long as I could. I knee walked over her until my knees were above her head. I began to lower myself onto her, and as I did she raised her mouth to meet me. If I had had any doubts about Lisa this answered them for me. I felt as if every nerve ending on my body was hard wired and routed up my arms and legs to a central connection, and as her tongue touched my clit I felt the spark fly between us. I grabbed her hair and held her tight to me as her tongue flicked at me, her mouth covered me and her breath set fire to my insides. I had never felt this before. Was I a latent lesbian? Right now who the fuck cared!

It started deep in my belly and worked through my chest and arms, down my legs, and burst into my head! I was gripped by a continuous orgasm that rocked me, made me dizzy and took my breath away. I had to grab the headboard to hold myself from falling. It kept on and on, my hips bucking against her face, my body trembling until I had to pull myself off her before I died. I fell onto the bed next to her. After a minute or two I could look at her and actually see. Her face was covered with my juice and she was licking her lips to taste more of it. I looked across from her to see Richard slowly stroking his hard cock. I guess I wasn’t cut out to be a Girlscout, he had gotten my rope loose and was evidently enjoying the show we were giving him. 




Homework Ch. 03



Hey guys, it's Julie. My brother Nick showed me the stories he was writing about us, and I have to say, reliving the beginning of our relationship got me really hot. I asked him if I could write the next chapter and... well, he resisted at first, but I convinced him. I'll start right where he left off.

---

The next day was a Friday, and it so happened to be the day that Nick was leaving for the weekend to tour a college with our Dad. It was the University of Nevada in Las Vegas, which wasn't too terribly far from where we lived, but far enough that they'd be gone two nights. They left that afternoon, so I didn't get to see Nick off, if you know what I mean. It's funny, I'd gotten so used to our daily play sessions that I didn't know what to do with myself in Nick's absence. One thing was certain, though: I absolutely could not focus on anything without my mind wandering to Nick, what we'd done, and what I wanted to do next.

It got really bad at dinner. There I was, eating my chicken cutlet and mashed potatoes, trying to make small talk with my mom, and all I could think about was Nick's beautiful cock. My face felt flush as I recalled the way it felt in my hand, the way he would moan as I stroked it gently up and down, from the base to the tip. I felt my pussy throb and release a pool of juice into my panties. I squeezed my thighs together, trying desperately to inconspicuously rub my clit and find some kind of relief.

"Julie?"

I looked up at my mother.

"Julie, you ok?"

"Huh? Uh... yeah, I'm... I don't feel so hot, actually," I lied. I felt extremely hot; that was the whole problem.

"Aww, poor thing," she said, placing a hand on my forehead. "Why don't you go lie down. I'll take care of the dishes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it." She kissed me gently on the forehead. "Feel better."

"Thanks, mom," I said.

I went upstairs to my room, awkwardly trying to appear frail while simultaneously rushing up the stairs, eager to sate my now-overpowering sexual hunger.

I lay down on my bed and unceremoniously slid a hand down the front of my pajama pants. I moaned softly as I gently ran my hand over my already dripping wet pussy mound. I thought about Nick. I thought about what we'd done and what we were going to to in the future. I idly brought my fingers up to my nose as my mind wandered, briefly inhaling the aroma of my sex before, on a whim, slipping two fingers into my mouth to taste myself, moving my other hand to my clit as I did.

Something happened when I sucked on my fingers then. Sure, I liked the taste well enough, and I thought it was sexy, but after a moment, for just a split second, I seemed to be sucking not on my own fingers, but on my brother's dick. And in that split second, I came, instantly and intensely. My hips bucked violently off of the bed and I panted and moaned, surely loud enough to be heard had I not been muzzled by my wet fingers.

Oh god. It felt so good. So good that I could scarcely believe it. Still sucking on those fingers, sucking even harder now, as though they really were Nick's hard cock, I slid a finger into my pussy, immediately setting off another, even more intense wave of orgasm.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuuck," I moaned around my fingers. I could feel every contraction of my pussy, as though my senses were heightened somehow. My hips shook and every muscle in my body tensed as my pussy clenched tightly around my finger. Then, all at once, my muscles released, and it was over. I lay there, flushed and panting, reeling from the effects of my mind-blowing orgasm. As I did, I thought again about what Nick and I had done, but I thought more about what we had yet to do. I decided for the first time on the bounds of our new relationship, and what exactly we would be allowed to do with each other: everything.

---

I sleepwalked through all the next day, its contents a blur in the face of my now all-consuming obsession with my brother. A diner breakfast, a trip to the mall, a movie... I appreciated my mother's sweet effort at putting together a girls' day out, but it failed to distract me from my burning sexual desire. It wasn't until that night, when I received a phone call from Nick, that that desire was once again brought to the fore.

"Hey, Julie," he said.

"Heyyyyy! How is it?"

"Eh, it's ok."

"Having a fun trip?"

"Meh. Dad's downstairs gambling, so I'm stuck up here. It's actually pretty boring.

One thing I loved about Nick was his childlike innocence. In probably a whole day of knowing that this situation was coming, he evidently hadn't come up with the idea that sprung to my own mind the instant I heard the words "Dad's downstairs."

"Aww, poor thing," I cooed. "I might have something for that."

"What?" he asked.

"Never mind, you'll find out. I've really missed you."

"Oh, I miss you too."

"No, I mean... I REALLY miss you..." I practically moaned as I said it. I could already feel my pussy starting to get wet.

"Oh, I... oh!" He sounded nervous. Time to turn up the heat; this was fun already.

"I've been thinking about you." He let out a sigh. "I think about you all the time, Nick. All the time. Last night I thought about you, while I... while I touched myself." My feigned nervousness always seemed to turn him on even more; in truth, I was now completely comfortable with out new sex life, and felt nothing but lust when talking or thinking about it.

Nick moaned almost subaudibly. "W-what did you think about?"

"Oh, you know..." I teased. "Your cock. Watching you jerk it for me. Holding it in my hand. Stroking it for you." God, I was geting so turned on. It was all I could do to maintain this teasing pace. "Sucking it."

"S-sucking it?"

"Mmm... yeah. Nick, I put two fingers in my mouth and sucked on them like they were your cock. It felt soooo good. I came so unbelievably hard doing that."

"Wow, that sounds really hot."

"Mmm, it was. It was so hot." I almost gave it away right then. "I'm getting hot all over again just thinking about it."

"I..." Nick stammered, unsure what to say.

"Are you getting hot too, Nick? Is your dick getting hard? Is that big dick getting nice and hard for me? Mmm, I love your cock so much, Nick. I wish I could touch it right now."

"Oh god," Nick sighed.

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you? Imagining my little hand, stroking your hard cock up and down, up and down, nice and slow. Are you touching yourself yet, Nick? I am. I'm rubbing my pussy, getting it nice and wet for you. Mmm, it feels really good, Nick. Stroke your cock for me while I rub my pussy... please?

I could tell from his ragged breathing that he already was, but his moan of approval still sent a shiver through my body.

"Mmm, I can tell you are," I moaned breathily. "That sounds so hot, baby. What are you thinking about?"

"Y-" he started. I cut him off, suddenly intent on dominating the conversation.

"Are you thinking about my pussy? How nice and wet it gets for you? It's dripping right now, baby. Mmm, I'm soooo wet, and it feels so good. Remember the time you fingered me until I came? How my pussy just squeezed your fingers and sucked them in deeper and deeper? Mmm, that's what it's doing to my fingers right now, baby. It feels sooooo good, but I wish they were yours, or...

"Or are you thinking about my tits? I know you like my big tits, Nick; you practically came right away when you touched them for the first time... unh, not that I'd mind. I love your come, Nick, and I loved it when you coated my tits with it... it feels so good, so hot, shooting out of your cock onto me. I love the way it feels as it runs over my hard nipples... they're hard right now, Nick. I'm playing with my nipples on my big tits right now for you, making them nice and hard, craving you, begging for you to shoot your hot come all over them. Mmm, I love your come so much, Nick. I love the way it feels, and I love the way it tastes.

"Did you notice me tasting your come the other day, Nick? I hadn't planned on it, but I couldn't help myself, and god, it tasted sooooo good. It was so hot, so nasty, knowing that I was swallowing my own brother's come, even if it was just a little bit. That's what I've been thinking about Nick: swallowing your come. But not just a little bit. I want to swallow it all, Nick, and I want it straight from your cock. I want to suck your dick until you come in my mouth, so I can swallow it all.

"No, I don't want to. I'm going to."

Nick moaned audibly at that, and I felt my pussy churn with longing.

"Would you like that, baby? You want me to suck your dick? You want me to slide my warm, wet mouth up and down your hard cock? You want me to swallow your hot come? Mmm, I can't wait. I'm going to do it as soon as you get home, Nick... if I try to wait any longer than that, I might explode!"

This was fun, but Nick's breathing was starting to get ragged and I could tell he needed to come. So did I for that matter.

"Mmm, I can tell you like that idea, Nick. Are you going to come for me?"

"Y-y-y," he stammered.

"Mmm, FUCK, Nick! I'm so hot right now, I'm going to come. Come with me, Nick, please come with me? Shoot your hot come like you're going to shoot it in my m-m-mouuuuth! Oooh fuck I'm so close! Nick! Fuck, Nick, I'm coming baby!"

My pussy clamped down on my fingers as I came exceptionally hard. Fuck, it felt really good. I could tell from his grunts that Nick was coming too.

It was a couple minutes before either of us spoke.

"Wow," said Nick.

"I know," I sighed.

"Did you mean what you said?"

"You'll find out. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Julie. I love you."

"Love you too."

---

Nick arrived home the next night, and neither of us said anything about my promise to him. Knowing Nick, he probably second-guessed the whole thing and assumed it wasn't going to happen. Such a cutie.

He went upstairs to unpack, and I followed a few months later. I quietly closed the door behind me and snuck up behind him.

"Hey." I whispered in his ear. He jumped a bit and spun around. Before he could say anything I kissed him full on the mouth, my tongue entwining with his as we expressed everything for which we had no words. As we kissed, I slid my hands down his chest and undid his belt buckle. I slid my hand down the front of his pants and ran my nails over his balls and gently up his hard cock. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped it up and down a few times. Nick moaned.

I sunk down to my knees, undid his button and zipper, and pulled down his pants, leaving his raging erection pointing straight at my face. For an instant, I hesistated. After all, I'd never done this before, and I guess I didn't really know what to do. But I steeled myself; it was now or never. I opened my mouth and slowly slid it forward on my brother's cock until I had taken it all in.

"Oooh-o-ohoooo fuuuuck," Nick moaned, incredulous. "Oooh f-f-fuuuu-uuck so good. Soooo goooood."

"Mmmf," I moaned around his cock. My pussy was so wet that I couldn't resist rubbing it with my free hand. It was such a turn on, sucking my brother's dick. It felt so good in my mouth, so thick and hard. I was enjoying it, but I wanted his come. There'd be plenty of time for more later. I sucked harder.

"Oooh fuck, Julie! I'm going to... I'm..."

I pulled away from his cock. "Come for me, Nick. Come in my mouth... I need it soooo bad..." I resumed sucking, harder than ever, and before he could say another word, my brother came. It was intense... I could feel his cock throbbing and the come hitting the back of my throat. I had to swallow fast to get it all down, but I didn't mind. I loved swallowing his come, and my pussy was dripping its own hot cream in appreciation. When he was finally done, I gave him a few more gentle sucks, licks, and kisses for good measure. Nick looked in my eyes, not saying anything.

Then, suddenly, he lifted me up and threw me on the bed, pulling off my pants with a shocking urgency.

"Nick, what are you--oooooooooooooooooh fuck," I moaned as he buried his face in my dripping wet cunt. Turns out I wasn't the only one with a surprise. "Nick, fuuuck that's so good, oooh FUCK, Nick, you're gonna make me--I'M COMING, FUCK!" My pussy was spasming and unleashing small jets of come into Nick's mouth, but he didn't stop. He kept licking my clit with gentle but firm flicks, up and down, side to side, in circles... it felt amazing and sustained my orgasm for longer than usual. Then, he slipped two fingers into my cunt, and I saw stars.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK NICK I'M COMING SO HARD JESUS FUCK FUCK NICK EAT ME FUCKING DON'T STOP I'M COMING NICK FUCK THAT'S SO GOOD THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD FUUUUUUCK SOOOO GOOOOOOOD I CAN'T OH FUCK N-N-NICK I'VE NEV-NEVER FUUUUUUUUCK!"

After that torrent of profanity, I stopped being able to speak at all. I just gasped for air as my hips spasmed. I grabbed my brothers head, pushing it further into my pussy as though I were fucking it for real. Then, all at once, it was over, and I lay there, flushed, sweaty, and panting.

"Fuck, Nick," I said, wearily. "That was the best. Where did you learn to do that?"

"I just did what felt right, I guess," he replied.

"W-well..." I was at a loss for words. I sighed and settled on, "thanks."

"Anytime, sis." He started to stand up and I noticed that he was hard again. I reached out and weakly rubbed his cock. "Anything I can do for that?" I said slyly.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked slyly.

"Oh honey... you wore me out, I think. Whatever it is, you'll have to do most of the work."

"Well, there is one thing I've always wanted to try," said Nick. He pulled off my shirt, exposing my tits, and quickly straddled my stomach, laying his dick between them.

"Oooh," I cooed, turned on by the act. It was slowgoing at first, though, and he ended up just sort of jamming his dick into my tits.

"I guess this isn't working," he laughed.

"Here, let me help," I said. I leaned my head forward and sat up a bit, taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him deeply, making sure to get him extra wet with my saliva. At the same time, I slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

Just as Nick was starting to really get into the blowjob, I stopped. He looked disappointed for a second, but he caught on when I scooped up as much pussy juice as I could and smeared it between my big tits. He put his hard cock between my tits again, and this time I grabbed them and wrapped them around his stiff rod, forming a perfect, moist channel around it.

"Fuck me, Nick!" I said. "Fuck these big tits!"

And he did. He started thrusting into my cleavage, grunting as he did so. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. Of course, I really wanted him to be fucking my hot pussy with that cock, but it wasn't time for that yet. I was spent anyway; for now I resolved to just spur him on and make the experience as good for him as possible.

"Mmmm fuck these tits, Nick. Fuck, I love it. Your cock feels soooo good, baby."

"Fuck, Julie, this feels amazing. I love your tits so fucking much."

"Yeah? You like these big tits, wrapped around your nice, hard cock?"

"Mmm, fuck yeah."

"You like fucking my tits, Nick?" He moaned and went faster. "Does that feel good? Mmm, it feels good to me." I pinched my nipples lightly and moaned. "Fuck, Nick, this is so hot. I love your cock so much. Fuck my tits, Nick." He grunted and sped up again. He was fucking my tits with reckless abandon now, and I could tell it wouldn't be long before he came.

"You want to come for me, baby? You want to give me that hot load?"

"Y-yes..."

"Mmmmmm, Nick, come for me baby. Come all over these big tits. Fuck, I want it so bad! Fuck my tits and come all over them, Nick! Fuck me! Fuck my tits like you're going to fuck my pussy!"

That did it. His eyes shot wide open in shock and his dick immediately began to pulse and spray come on me. The first blast hit me in the face, coating my lips and chin with my brother's come. After that, I pulled his dick away from my tits and started gently stroking him, coaxing the come out of his cock. I aimed it at my tits, and he shot blast after blast of hot come onto my tits, almost completely covering them. And he was still coming! He'd never come this much, I don't think.

I motioned for him to get up and he moved to my left side. Not wanting to waste a drop of my brother's precious come, I quickly angled his dick so that the next blast sent a streak down my stomach, and that the one after that landed on my pelvis, just above my pubic hair. 

Nick was finally done coming, but I wasn't done enjoying it just yet. I slowly and gently started rubbing his come into my body. I started with my stomach, which I rubbed across myself evenly. I brought some extra up to my mouth for a taste. Then I started in on my tits, gradually rubbing the copious amount of come that my brother had given me around. There was too much to actually rub into my skin, so I just lightly rubed it into my big tits, taking extra time to stimulate my hard nipples, glistening with Nick's come. Finally, I moved one hand off of my tits (still using the other one to spread the come around on both of them and to tweak my nipples a little bit) and moved it down. I rubbed the last of his come into my crotch, into my pubic hair, and just a little bit into my pussy. It was so hot and felt so good that a shudder ran through my body.

Nick leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him as we drank in the moment together. Neither of us said anything.

---

The next day was a regular school day, and I'm sure neither of us could wait to get home. When the day finally ended and we walked through the front door, barely able to resist groping each other in public, we discovered to our horror that our mother had taken the day off. I couldn't believe it. I had plans for that afternoon! But it was what it was, and after all, there'd be time later. My brother wasn't going anywhere.

That night, I snuck into my brother's room after our parents were asleep. I hadn't planned on this, honestly I hadn't, but... well, I couldn't sleep. I just lay there, thinking about Nick, everything I wanted to do to him. It was driving me crazy, and I needed release.

Nick was asleep when I got there. He slept in just his boxers, and he looked so hot lying there... it gave me a nasty idea. Silently, I slipped out of my clothes. I very carefully slid Nick's boxers down his legs and took them off. My pussy quivered in anticipation; I was nervous, but I was ready for this. I ran my nails over his balls and gently stroke his cock, trying to elicit an erection. It was all I could do to not squeal with delight as my brother's dick grew hard in my tiny hand without him waking up. Now or never.

I carefully and quietly straddled his lap, positioning my throbbing pussy just out of reach of my brother's hard cock.I started to get butterflies in my stomach as I held it in my hand. I was so excited that I almost couldn't stand it. I felt my already-wet pussy start dripping even more of my juices as I rubbed Nick's cock up and down my hot slit, getting it nice and wet.

Now or never, I thought again. I leaned forward and whispered gently in my brother's ear.

"Nick? Nick, wake up."

"Julie? What are you--"

"I can't wait any longer, Nick."

Without another word, I slowly sank down on my brother's cock. "Amazing" doesn't even begin to describe how good it felt. The head of Nick's cock slowly stretched open the entrance to my dripping wet hole, which eagerly got even wetter as it shifted to accomodate him. I moaned when the head was all the way in. After that, I just inched down his cock, slowly but surely. It was tight, very tight in fact, but it felt better than anything I'd ever experienced, and I was wet enough to keep going. And I was going to keep going, alright. I wasn't letting up until I had taken the whole of my brother's cock deep inside of me.




Homework Ch. 03



When it finally happened, when I finally bottomed out on Nick's perfect cock, it was like a jolt of electricity shot through me. It was finally happening. After everything, I was finally fucking my twin brother. And it was sooooo good. I just felt so full, so amazingly stretched. My pussy was tingling as I began to slowly move my hips.

Nick moaned breathily. "Julie, fuck, you're so good baby."

"Mmm, so are you. You feel so good in my pussy."

"Julie, I--I don't think I'm going to l-last much--"

"It's ok, baby, I want you to come for me. Mmm, go on, come for me, Nick. Come in your sister's hot cunt. Fill me up, baby, fill me up with that hot come!"

That was probably more coaxing than he needed, of course, but I liked to talk dirty. Nick grunted and stiffened up, and I felt his cock stiffen and swell up for just a few seconds before it twitched and started pumping me full of my brother's come. It felt so amazing. I just loved the feel of him coming inside me.

I leaned forward and kissed my brother deep on the lips. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too."

I laid on his chest, and with his cock still inside me, we fell asleep.

---

I woke up to news that was almost too perfect: our parents were going out of town for the night. I immediately hatched my plan.

As soon as we got home from school, rather than jumping my brother's bones immediately like I wanted too, I instead changed and started to make dinner. I was wearing pajamas, just simple fleece pants that clung to my ass and, when they occasionally slipped between my legs, revealed that I wasn't wearing panties. On top I wore a too-small spaghetti strap nightshirt, which came down to just above my belly button and could barely contain my tits, which it forced together, creating a pretty extreme amount of cleavage. I could tell all through dinner that it was having the desired effect; Nick was practically drooling over them every time he looked at me. Often, he would completely lose himself in my cleavage, openly staring at the valley between my huge tits. It was turning me on, and I could tell by the giant boner he was walking around with that he felt the same way.

"You like what you see, brother?" I asked. I was no longer able to hold back, and I ran a hand up his leg and felt his hard cock. "Mmm, it looks like you do. You want your sister to take care of that for you?"

Without waiting for a reply, I sunk to my knees in front of him and unfastened his pants. I gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, then sucked it deep into my mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned.

I could tell he was getting worked up, which was fine, because I wanted him to come quick this time. All part of the plan. I sucked him hard and fast, running my fingernails over his balls as I did so.

"Fuck, Julie, so good..."

He was getting there, I thought. I pulled off of his cock for just a second to find out one crucial piece of information.

"Where do you want to come?"

"Mmm, your f-face!"

I sucked his cock back in, but the thought of blasting my pretty face with his hot load clearly appealed to him, because three or four more sucks was all it took before I felt his cock start to swell. I pulled it out again and began stroking him, fast and hard. Seconds later, he erupted, blowing several streams of come up and down the length of my face, from my chin and lips up to my hair.

"Wow, sis, that was--"

"Relax, we're just getting started. Sit down."

He slumped into a chair and I inched over to him, still on my knees. His cock was still hard; good. I bent over toward him to give him an even better look at my tits.

"Do you like these tits, Nick?"

He nodded.

"You like looking at them, huh? Even though they're your sister's tits?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"What else do you like about them?"

"What?"

"What else do you like about these big tits, Nick?"

"The way they f-feel..."

"Oh yeah? You like the way they feel, huh?" I grabbed his wrists and shoved his hands down my top. "Do they feel good right now, Nick? You like feeling your sister's big tits in your hands?"

"Yeah..." He was panting now.

"What else, Nick?"

"What?"

"What else do you like to do with them?"

Nick didn't reply. He just stared. He was clearly too worked up to think straight, so I decided to do the rest for him.

"You like this, Nick?"

I lifted up my shirt and wrapped my tits around my brothers still-hard cock. He moaned loudly, and it felt really good to me too. I pressed into the sides of my tits to make a nice firm passage for him, and I started to bounce them up and down.

"Fuuuuck, Julie, that's so fucking good."

"Yeah? You like this, huh? You like fucking your sister's big tits?" Nick panted in response. "It's so nasty, Nick. Fucking your own sister's tits. So dirty. You're probably thinking about coming all over them, too. Would you like that? Would you like to come all over these big tits? See me lick your come off of my hard nipples? God, look at me, Nick. What a slut. I'm already covered in my brother's come, and here I am on my knees in front of him, my tits wrapped around his cock, begging him for more. And you know why, Nick? You know why I'm just begging you for that hot load of come? I love the way it feels, but that's not the reason. I love how it tastes, too, but that's not the reason either. Nick, I need that come so bad, and most of all, it's because I need you to fuck me after this, and I need you to fuck me long and hard. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you fuck your dirty, slutty little sister hard after you cover her in your hot come?"

Nick's only answer was to start coming. The first blast went up to my neck and chin, hitting my shirt along the way. He aimed slightly higher for the next two, and hit me in the mouth; I squealed with delight as I swallowed my brother's come. After that he pulled out from between my tits and shot his come directly on them, and four, five, maybe six blasts of hot come coated by big tits completely.

"Mmmm, good boy," I moaned. Nick was speechless. "Now," I said, "stand up." He did. I took his place in the chair, kicked off my pants and looked at him as sluttily as I could (which wasn't too hard, covered in his come such as I was). "Why don't you show me what a good boy you are?"

The line felt a little corny, but he took the hint. Without delay or foreplay Nick dove right between my legs, eagerly lapping at my pussy like a thirsty cat. My legs began shaking immediately as I moaned. He really knew what he was doing.

"Fuck! Nick! Fuck, Nick, that's so fucking gooooooooood! Eat me, Nick! Oooh, eat your--unh--eat your sister's wet pussy, baby, eat my--oooooh! Oooh, so... Nick, that's... oooh, fuck, that's soooooooo--FUCK, MMM FUCK BABY I'M.... fuuuuuuuck, y-you're going to, fuck, Nick, I'm coming, fuck eat me I'm coming so hard Nick mmmm FUCK! Oooooh, ooooh fuck, Nick that's... that's soooo good, baby, it's... Nick? Oooh, fuck, Nick, I can't take it any more, I need you to fuck me! Fuck me now, baby, I need that big dick inside of me, I need it in my pussy, I--"

At that, Nick sunk his cock all the way into me in one fell swoop, and I was speechless. I felt completely full, all at once, and for an instant our eyes met, and I felt closer to my brother than I ever had before. I could tell he felt it too. It was a beautiful moment.

And then he started to fuck me. He rammed his cock into my pussy hard and fast. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh! You like--unh!--that, baby?" I yelped as he fucked me.

"Unh! Yeah, you feel really good, Julie." Even now he wasn't much for dirty talk, despite how much he liked it himself. I'd have to pick up the slack.

"You--unh!--you like fucking me? You like fucking this nice, tight pussy baby?"

Nick grunted in response. Sweat was pouring from his forehead as he concentrated on fucking me for all I was worth.

"Fuck me, Nick--oooooh, fuck me.... fuck me harder, mmm fuck baby. God, it feels soooooo fucking good. I love your c-coooooock so much! F-fuck me! FUCK! Mmm, Nick, pound me with that hard cock. Pound your sister's tight little cunt. Oooooooh! You like that, don't you? It turns you on to think that this is your hot twin sister that you're fucking right now, doesn't it? Mmm, fuck me baby. Fuck your sister h-h-haaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrd! Oooh fuck I'm getting close! Oooh Nick you're fucking me soo good baby! Fuck me. Harder, fuck me harder! Faster! Ooooh, fuck it's so good. I love the way you fuck me, Nick, you fuck me so hard and so good and fuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me FUCK ME! Ooooh fuck. Nick, I'm getting close... ooooooh, I'm so fucking close baby. So close to coming for you. Coming around your fat c-cock... mmm, do you--unh--you want to feel me come? Oooh fuck I'm so close baby. I want you to come with me. Can you do that, Nick? Can you come with me? Can you fill up your sister's hot pussy with your come while she comes for you like a little slut?"

Nick grunted and nodded.

"Mmmm, good baby. Give me that hot come. Oooh, I want it so bad, and I-I-I'm c-clooooose. Baby, I'm so close. I'm going to... ooh fuck Nick, it's so good, you fuck me so g-good, I'm going to c-c-come... fuck me... fuck me... almost there... fuck me baby... oooh fuck me Nick... fuck your sister's hot cunt... OOOOH FUCK I'M COMING! OOOH FUCK NICK I'M COMING SO HARD!"

My pussy clamped down and spasmed around my brother's dick. I clamped my eyes tight and saw stars; I had never come this hard before. I could feel Nick's entire body clenching and unclenching as his cock jerked and twitched in my pussy, spewing blast after blast of come into me, coating the walls of my cunt with his seed. It was at least a minute before we finished coming, after which we just lay there, panting, looking at each other, not saying anything.

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That was by no means the end of our sexual adventures together, but it's where I'll stop for now. This is Nick's show after all... I wouldn't want to take all the limelight from him. Maybe he'll tell you more about what we've done later. As it is, I've made myself all horny reliving this stuff for you. Maybe I'll go see what my brother's up to.



Homework Ch. 03



“Sweet Lisa,” I asked as I trailed my hand across her belly, “Richard has a great big hard on. How would you like him to fuck you with it?”

She quivered at my touch, and in a shaky voice replied, “Please, Oh Please!”

Richard didn’t need any instructions, he moved to her at once. I raised up onto my arms so I could watch as he slid inside her. He took long, slow purposeful strokes and I could see his dick slip almost all the way out before driving back into her. 

“Talk to him Sweet Lisa. Tell him how much you like his cock in you.”

She began timidly, “It feels so good Richard”

“No Sweet Lisa, talk to him like a slut, tell him how you like to be fucked!”
“Fuck me Richard, Oh Fuck Me!” she tried. Then went wild. “Goddamnit, drive that dick into me! Fuck me harder. Fuck I love the feel of a hard cock in my cunt! Oh yeah, fill me up you son of a bitch, fuck me!”

Richard responded in kind, driving his cock in and out of her at a feverish pace. I wondered if one of them might get hurt they fucked so hard. 

“Cum in me!” she hollered

I was frantically flicking my clit and fingering my pussy as this went on, and I was about to cum myself when Richard called out, “You filthy slut!” and shook all over as he came into her pussy. Lisa bucked up to meet him and they both trembled with the orgasm they shared. I came as I watched.

We lay there collapsed for a couple of minutes. Finally Richard moved to get off her. His dick was covered in their mixed juice. 

“Richard, you need to get cleaned up. Move up there and let Sweet Lisa help you.”

Richard scooted up on her until his limp dick hovered over her mouth. Without a word she took him into her warm mouth and began to bathe him. Working with her tongue and mouth she licked and sucked at him until he was spotless again. Richard’s dick had started to harden again (God, love young men!) as I told him, “Ok now it’s Lisa’s turn!”

He looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I almost laughed, but managed to put on what I hoped was my best dominant mistress face and just looked at him. It must have been one hell of an act, because he slipped down her belly and lowered himself onto her soaking wet pussy. 

From where I was I could watch as he licked first tentatively at her open lips, sliding his tongue over her and then tasting the result. He must not have been too shocked by the taste because he dug right into her, lowering his mouth to her slit. I watched as he licked and sucked at her, cleaning both her juice and his fresh cum out of her pussy. 

I moved around to stand behind him and reached through his legs to play with his dick. It was getting back to a good hard condition. I played my other hand over his ass, and slowly slipped my finger to his asshole. Boy as soon as I touched his butt his cock jumped to attention. Um, what have we here, I wondered.

It was getting pretty late now, and I had a plane to catch the next morning. Richard was done cleaning Lisa and when I let go of his dick he slid up on top of her

“Just wait a minute!” I told them. “Roll over there big boy and relax for a second.”

I lay down beside Lisa, opposite from Richard, and propped my head up in my hand. My free hand was playing with Lisa’s bush as I began to talk to Richard.

“You have a very special lady here guy, I hope you appreciate that.”

“ I didn’t until tonight!” he allowed.

“It is going to take a very confident man to handle her. You are going to have to be sure of yourself and her if you are going to keep her happy,” I told him.

“What should I do?” he asked me.

“Well you do what you want, but if she were mine…….., she obviously likes to show off, as you saw tonight, so I would show her at every opportunity, hell I’d make opportunities to parade her around! I’d dress her up as sexy as the law allows, maybe even more than allowed, outside and at home. You would have to be strong to do this, not get jealous as other men look at her. Then as you can tell she loves sex, and will do just about anything if led to it. I would make real sure she has plenty of sex, with herself, while you watch, with you and with others. You could see she likes girls, so I would have her find another girl for you both to play with. Most of all I would constantly tell her and show her how beautiful and special you think she is. Pet her, cuddle with her, kiss her and praise her constantly.”
“I’ve got to go now, but I will call to find out how you are doing so you better be nice to her or I’ll take her for myself!”

With that I slipped on my skirt and blouse and left.

As soon as I got into my hotel room I fired up the computer and contacted my teachers. They were all very proud of me!

I did talk to Lisa again a couple of weeks later, and that is another story to tell.



Homework Ch. 04



After my encounter with Sweet Lisa my “professors” were really quite proud of me. We spent several nights chatting and e-mailing as I expanded on the events and explained my feelings and fears as I went through that night. 

Let me tell you a little about the professors. Currently there are four, three men and one very crazy and adventurous lady. The group has change a little over the past year, as two men dropped out and the kinky lady joined us. I think she adds a lot to our group. Their job is to keep me honest, and to give me accountability. See I am used to having goals, and someone to report to, and a team environment to encourage me. Before I meet these wonderfully kinky folks I kept coming up short on the courage to carry out fantasies I had. Well not now! If you read the other Homework assignments you will soon catch on. 

Every now and then we look for a replacement to our group, so keep tuned right here.

My professors never rush me when devising a new assignment for me to try. They know me well enough to understand that for me the anticipation is a lot of the excitement. This time was no different. We spent a couple of weeks discussing Lisa and planning my next adventure. Oh but once I got the assignment I couldn’t wait to carry it out. 

It was a warm early spring evening. I started as I like to with a hot tub and long soak, washing the day from me and getting as relaxed as I can without sex. After a leisurely bath I stood in the tub and place one foot on the side rail as I stood over my mirror. I have a tub caddy that holds a moveable mirror in my bath. I lathered up and then began my ritual of shaving. I could do this without the mirror, but honestly I like to watch as I slide the razor over my pussy. First one foot then the other perched on the tub side as I cleaned my pussy of every trace of fuzz. Next came the lavender body lotion. I slowly rubbed it onto the mounds. Then a small amount of baby oil onto a single finger. This is my favorite part. I applied the slick finger to my growing clit. Tender strokes, as I rub the oil into myself and work my body into the beginnings of a frenzy. I stopped. I didn’t want to get off yet, after all the anticipation is all part of the excitement, right?

I dried and moved to my makeup table. I never use much, a touch of lipstick, a little eye shadow, red nail polish and some “Beautiful” take care of most nights. I had laid out my clothes and accessories before hand. Now I sat naked on my dressing stool as I slipped on thigh high dark taupe stockings. Next came my 3 inch gray pumps, then a small gray skirt that I really like. It falls to just below mid-thigh, but buttons up all the way on the left leg. I left 4 of the 8 buttons loose so that when I stepped the slit would open to show the lace top of my stockings and a little bit of bare thigh. Then a tailored pink blouse, so thin it was almost transparent. It hugged my waist tightly and formed to my breasts if I buttoned it up, which I had no plan to do tonight. I left it open to just below my tits, showing a great cleavage that was totally secondary to the view of my breasts that the thin blouse provided. My nipples were already standing out hard against the fabric, and I wasn’t even out the door yet. A gray blazer cut jacket when over everything to keep me out of jail. I topped it all off with my pearl necklace, a gold wrist bangle and ankle chain. I was ready to go.

I really like my little Mazda, especially with the top down. This is my third one of them, and even before I became a brazen exhibitionist I loved it. I guess my sub-conscience was telling on me even then. Tonight I left the top up, it was still a little cool for a night ride with it down, and I didn’t want to mess my hair up. I drove across town (in Texas this is no small feat) to a multiscreen movie theater. This place had 24 screens on 2 levels and I was confident that I could find just what my professors ordered here. 

The parking is in a garage and once I found a place I waited until I saw a couple coming down the walk. I drive with my shoes of, to make using the clutch easier for me. As they neared the car I swung my legs out and grabbed my shoes from the rear floor. I raised my foot over my knee and slipped a heel in place. It is just so much fun to watch a guy try not to get caught looking when I do this. He was trying to walk and talk to her as he watched me slip first one shoe than the other on as I crossed my legs giving him a full view of my thighs and bare pussy. Of course I never made eye contact, this was an accident after all, wasn’t it? Once they had moved down the ramp I got out of the car and followed them to the theater.

The entry area was not very busy, this being a weeknight, but still there were 6 or 8 folks about, some buying tickets, and some just standing talking. I think my legs are one of my best features. On my petite 5’2” frame they appear long even without the heels and with 3 or 4 inch heels they really stand out. God knows my 34b breasts do not distract from them under normal circumstances. Tonight wasn’t normal! 

I looked over the marquee and picked the next show to start. At the ticket booth I leaned forward to order my ticket. The kid behind the window could have only been 17 or 18 years old, but his eyes locked unto my open cleavage. The inside curve of my breast was clearly visible, and the jacket hid some, but revealed enough that I was plainly braless under the flimsy shirt. I let him have his thrill for the night and took my ticket from his hand, being sure to let my fingers linger just a hair too long. 

The main lobby of the theater was vast, featuring a grand staircase to the upper floor and more auditoriums. Past readers know that I love a staircase. But before the stairs I made for the concession stand. I got a small bag of buttered popcorn. It’s not that I like popcorn, but the professors had suggested it for later. 

Popcorn in hand I made for the staircase. This was not an open stair arrangement as I prefer, so I stayed close to the handrail as I ascended. There was little traffic on the main floor, but I did see one older gentleman, and what appeared to be his grown son walking toward me. I caught the jab in the ribs he gave his son, and the point of his head as he directed the sons attention to me. I was sure that on these stairs they would not be able to get a full view, but even that much leg and stocking probably picked up their evening. I know that men love high heels, and the way they make a woman’s leg and butt tighten up, and when I know that I am being watched I always add a little my sashay to my walk. 

They enjoyed it!

I went to the first theater room door on the floor and stepped inside. I had to stand a minute to allow my eyes to adjust to the dim light before I could tell if this one held what I needed. As my night vision improved I could see that this was not the room I needed, only a few people in there, and those all in couples. Off I went to the next auditorium. This one I knew at once was not for me, an animated kids movie was playing. I may be kinky, but I’m not a pervert. I move out quickly. I tried 2 more of the rooms with basically the same results, I was just not finding what I needed yet, but I kept the faith and moved toward the next door. As I crossed the floor I heard a call. “ Miss, Miss, can I help you?”

This came from the usher rapidly approaching me. He was the oldest staff member I had seen so far here, he must have been all of 19. I turned to face him. 

“Can I help you find your movie?” he asked of me. 

Well I’m not the top salesperson in my company for nothing, I think fast on my feet. “I was suppose to meet my boyfriend here 30 minutes ago but was running late so he said he would meet me in the show, but I can’t remember what we were suppose to see!”

By this time he had a chance to check me out. I am not a girl to pass up an opportunity so I locked my right knee and turned my left foot out a little while raising the heel off the carpet. This opened the skirt over my leg showing a good bit of bare thigh above the lace. Now to take a wide eyed situation and make it an open mouth hilarity I hooked my thumbs into the lapels of my jacket and slid my hands back to rest on my hips. This pulled the jacket open and tighten the thin cloth of the blouse over my tits. 

Trying my hardest not to laugh I lamented, “If I don’t find him soon he is really going to be pissed!” 

I felt more exposed than if I had been topless. My breasts, especially my nipples were very clearly seen and the thin wisp of cloth was pulling farther open as I moved my hands back on my waist. 

“Maybe I can help you find him,” he stammered, blushing and staring at the same time.

“Oh if I showed up with another man he would have a fit! Just let me look around for him, I promise not to watch any of the movies.”

I thought about taking a little detour in my project and blowing this kids mind, and maybe something else too, but I was anxious to get on with it. He told me to call him if I needed any help. I thought it was cute the way he held his flashlight in front of him, trying to hide his reaction to me. He walked off and I crossed the hall to the next door.

This one looked promising I thought as my eyes adjusted, It was one of those macho, kick-ass movies that guys seem to love. As I became accustomed to the dim light my heart raced. There, this is more like it!. In the very back row sat a guy all alone. Now as long as there wasn’t a purse in the seat next to him (his or his girlfriends) I had my movie. He was about 6 seats in. I slid down the aisle, and as I past him I turned my back to him offering a good look at my high, tight ass. I moved 3 seats away and before I sat down I slipped my jacket off. I knew I has his attention, but wasn’t sure just how much he could see. I sat demurely in my seat. 

For the first few minutes I sat there just watching the show, my feet flat on the floor and my knees together. I was showing some nice thigh, but there was not enough light for him to see through my thin blouse. Then I started eating popcorn. I took one piece between thumb and forefinger and put it in my mouth. Slowly I savored it. Then licked my red lips. Another piece, and another, one at a time, slowly. After a dozen I placed the popcorn bag between my knees. Still eating one piece at a time my left hand crept up my side, ever so slowly shaping my breast. I would raise it up a little and then let it slide back down, then up to cup my breast, then back down. Finally I began to flick my thumb over my covered nipple. As I did this I allowed myself to move down into the chair deeper, causing my skirt to raise a little higher. Oh he was watching more than the movie now. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, repeatedly turning to watch me then turning away so as not to be obvious. 

I undid another button on my blouse, then slipped my right hand under it to take my tit in my palm. I played my fingers over my nipple, allowing it to flicker from one fingertip to the next and then back. I don’t know about him, but I was really enjoying this. 

The tips of my fingers were covered with the butter from the popcorn and made a delicious tingle travel through me. I ate popcorn with my other hand. 

I placed my right foot into the slot of the armrest in from of me. This made the skirt fall back and revealed a bare inner thigh. I undid 2 more buttons of my skirt. I let my left leg fall away, and now my bare pussy was in sight. I continued to play with my breast with my right hand as my left moved in slow motion up my thigh to cover my pussy. With great patience I began to play, making more show than effect at first. As I rubbed the buttery fingers over my clit I wondered what butter flavored pussy taste like. (Maybe I could get Joe, my new boyfriend, to tell me soon.) 

I was really starting to come apart inside as I took in all the people in the theater, the guy next to me and what I was doing. Jeez! He was not making any pretense of looking away now, and he was steadily rubbing his cock through his pants, I hoped he would take it out and jack off as I played for him. Wouldn’t it be terrific if we could both cum together, two strangers watching each other. That made me go nuts! I switched hands and started to diddle with a vengeance. I was bucking my hips into my finger, pinching my nipple and moaning a little too loudly as I exploded into my orgasm. My whole body clenched tight, bridging between the two chairs as my hand cupped my cunt and I trembled all over. I dissolved into the chair, totally spent. 

After what seemed minutes, but was probably only half that, I stood up. Picking up my jacket I made my way back down the aisle. I stopped right in front of him. I know he could smell my sex. I held out the bag and asked, “Want some popcorn?” He took the bag, and I left.

I slipped the jacket on as I left the movie room, but I didn’t pull it closed. I also left the skirt open but for the 2 top buttons. This bared my leg to just below my hip. This is the way I took the stairs down, crossed the lobby and made it back to my car. I was wonderfully spent and walking on a cloud of sexual satisfaction as I drove home and logged on to report to my professors in full detail how good of a student I was.

You know, sometimes life can be just so Good!