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I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 01

By: Many Feathers



Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older.

I'll show you mine, if you show me yours. - Chapter One

I was too young to remember when my mother and father divorced, vaguely even remembering when she remarried, and upon doing so, suddenly inheriting an older sister. And perhaps it was because I was so young at the time that I didn't really mind it either. I now had someone to play with, especially as Kristine, though she later went by Kris, was quite the Tom Boy while growing up.

Needless to say, we grew close, we'd always been affectionate with one another, sometimes to the point where her father, my mother would caution us about getting "too" friendly with one another at times. Though usually, that was all that was ever said, just periodic precautionary warnings that never really led anywhere. As for Kris and I, we'd behave for a while, and then slowly allow our playful, innocent attractions reestablish themselves. Eventually, our parents gave up trying to separate us emotionally, especially as we'd never given them a real reason for concern. At the time, sex just wasn't an issue for either one of us. Maybe we were too young, or maybe we'd simply not considered the possibility of that as we happened to live in the same house together or something.  But we were close. Perhaps closer than a real brother and sister would have been.

And not to say I didn't occasionally get on Kris's nerves, or she mine. We did. Just like any real siblings might have. We had our moments. Especially when Kris began bringing home her friends, one of which I had an immediate crush on. But with Susan being a year older, dating a Jock and being a very popular cheerleader herself, just like Kris was, it wasn't something I could possibly hope to pursue personally. All I could do was worship her from afar, and let it go at that. Which is why Kris would very often chase me away from hanging around all the time. Something she didn't normally do whenever it was just the two of us.

By now of course, sex was very much an issue with me.  Far more curious than experienced, I had stumbled a handful of times into catching Kris either partially undressed, or fully nude twice. Only one of those of which she had never known I'd actually stood there watching her without her being aware of it. All the rest had been those quick fleeting, or surprised glimpses causing a moment of panic, awkwardness, though even then a bit of playful teasing coming from it afterwards.

Obviously Kris had developed nicely, which I hadn't up until that particular moment thought too much about. Funny how circumstance can change all that.

When we'd grown up, one of the household rules was, we did our own laundry. Something I didn't at all mind as by then I'd not only been having numerous "wet dreams", but I went through hankies like they were going out of style. I had a stash of girlie magazines tucked under my mattress, easily accessible for my daily pleasures for one thing, but even those didn't arouse me nearly as much as seeing Susan whenever she came over for a visit with Kris.

It was a typical Saturday morning.  My stepfather had gone off for his weekly golf outing with the guys much earlier. My mother very often went off to visit with friends for their weekly coffee gossip session for a few hours, leaving Kris and I home alone where it was expected we would perform and do whatever chores we had before heading out for the day.

Saturday was my day to sleep in, which I normally always did as Kris was an early riser, always had been. The beauty of that was, she got her wash going first thing, and then afterwards I'd begin my own so we never really got in one another's way.

For whatever reason, I simply couldn't sleep any more. I had actually gone to bed early on Friday, but it was obvious I had gotten more than enough sleep as I lay there wide awake, finally deciding to get up. As Kris slept downstairs much closer to the laundry room, I figured she would already be up and about doing her laundry already. I gathered what little I had, which included stripping the sheets off my bed, and decided to carry them downstairs, pile them on the floor until she was finished, and then begin my own.

Opening the door to the basement, I could already hear the washer as well as the dryer going. I made my way down the short flight of steps, bundle in my arms being careful not to trip as I did so as it was somewhat difficult to see. I guess because of that, I was a bit quieter than usual coming down. Reaching the landing of the hallway, I turned looking towards the laundry room and saw the door was partially closed, though not entirely. I began making my way towards it when I stopped cold. I had seen movement for one thing, so I knew Kris was inside the room. But what had caught my attention was the fact that she was entirely naked!  It was again just a brief quick fleeting observation as she passed by the semi-open door. Obviously she'd been sorting out her laundry in the nude, for whatever reason, though even this I found a little odd. Curious, I deposited my bundle on the floor, and then quietly crept down the hallway towards the laundry room.  With the door ajar the way it was, I stood next to the wall, peering through the hinged side of the door, which allowed about an inch or two of observation for me. Kris was standing at the sink looking at herself in the mirror. I found myself holding my breath as she reached up, cupping her own breasts and simply stood there holding them while looking at herself.

Kris had great looking tits. And though I had seen them very briefly before, I had never had the pleasure of doing so for any considerable length of time like I was doing now.

I guess it wasn't all that odd that she would stand there and look at herself. I'd very often done that much myself, examining and looking at the changes in my body while growing up. And that on some few occasions, had led me into doing other things as I stood there, curious about my own body no differently than anyone else might have been, and probably were. Though again I had never considered that aspect as being something that Kris herself very likely did too. But there she was, standing there examining her breasts, which I suddenly found quite interesting, not to mention a little arousing and exciting as she continued fondling herself. I was of course cautious and careful in my observations. Should Kris discover me standing there looking at her, I knew there would be hell to pay, not from my parents, as that's something she'd never have squealed on me for doing. But from her directly.

When she suddenly began rolling her nipples between her fingers however, that's when things got really interesting. This was something entirely different than just catching her getting dressed, or coming out of the bath. This...was something naughty.

Kris certainly didn't have overly large sized breasts, but they weren't small either. I guess they were perfectly proportionate for her 5'9" frame an inch taller than I was myself at the time. She normally wore her long brunet colored hair in a ponytail most of the time too, but at the moment, it hung loose and full down to the middle of her back as she stood there. And because it did, it likewise directed my continuing gaze downwards, her cute, tight firm ass more revealed at the moment than I'd honestly seen it before. Standing with her back towards me, I couldn't see anything else of course as the counter top prevented anything else from being revealed, aside from her nice full breasts. Each of which was capped by a dollar sized dark tan nipple that I now realized had puckered, grown taut and erect as my step-sister stood there fingering them observantly.

By now I had obviously become erect, which wasn't all that good of a condition for me to be in, as I was wearing nothing more than a pair of tighty-whites at the time. It wasn't all that unusual for either one of us to run around the house in our underwear, especially as our parents very often did the same. Seeing mom in nothing more than a bra, panties, or a slip had never been a big deal. Nor was it when dad came down in nothing more than his boxer shorts, a robe which was usually open as he sat reading the paper over a morning cup of coffee. Even Kris had occasionally darted about in nothing more than her bra and panties, though she was usually always in a hurry when doing so.

But like I said, this was entirely different. Especially with me now standing there with a hard on, which I had absentmindedly began fondling as I stood there looking through the crack in the door.

When she turned, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize the precarious position I had placed myself in. I had in fact nowhere to run, no place to hide, and totally without any sort of excuse for lurking there behind the door the way that I was, especially now...sporting an erection. To my relief, as I stood there wishing I could turn invisible, Kris didn't step out of the room as I expected her to do. Having passed by the door without coming out, I once again glanced through the crack in the door, though this time more directly into the mirror.  I hadn't realized it until that very moment, but the washer was just then going into the spin cycle. Looking into the mirror, I was now very surprised to see that Kris had actually climbed up onto the washer as was now sitting there on top of it. She'd spread out one of the bath towels, and now sat with her legs dangling down over the edge. This too I found curious, none of which made sense to me until a few precious moments after that.

I watched as Kris repositioned herself. There was just enough room between the washer and the dryer, that she was able to dangle one leg off one side, and the other leg over the other side, which placed her so that she was sitting directly on the corner of the washing machine as it began going into the cycle. I stood there wide-eyed, only then realizing that Kris was in fact masturbating! Using the vibrations of the washer itself to further enhance her enjoyments, though she had also dipped her hand down between her wide-open legs, which I could now clearly see in the mirror. Only then did I notice the small thin strip of pubic hair just above her opening, barely enough to even matter which I again found curious as to why she would do that. But erotically stimulating as hell too as I stood there looking at her. It acted like a homing beacon for me as I stood there staring at my sister's pussy for really the first time.

Luckily for me, her eyes were closed and she wasn't directly facing towards the mirror now either. Had she looked, she might very well have spotted me in the reflection of it, peeking through the crack in the door, though the risk of her catching me was remote even then.

Continuing to now purposely stroke my dick as I stood there, I watched as Kris again cupped one of her breasts, her nipples sticking out further than I'd ever seen them do as she sat playing with one of them, her free hand obviously tickling and twirling her clit, though I couldn't see her doing that as clearly as I would have liked. But it was the expression on her face that alerted me to the fact she was nearing orgasm, her mouth suddenly opening in an oval of pleasure, her hand coming down grabbing one edge of the washer, the other between her legs now gripping the other side. I watched as Kris leaned forward, just as the somewhat unbalanced washer really began spinning. She had timed it near perfectly, which told me in an instant this wasn't the first time she had done this.  I watched my step-sister climax, even hearing her low-deep throated groan of pleasured release escape her lips, though she was still careful about being too loud about it as she came. Simultaneously, I felt the liquid surge of my own juice traveling up the length of my shaft and immediately began spurting off inside my briefs, thankful at the moment that I had them on rather than squirting off into nothingness. 

I took that moment to collect my senses, and sprinted down the hallway back up the stairs, my shorts full of cum, and my hand equally as sticky as I did so.

I thought briefly about picking up my bundle of dirty laundry, but with only moments to spare, I left it, already concocting a story for its being there as I hurriedly made my way back upstairs to my room.  As I expected, though I'd had sufficient time to change my shorts, actually throw on some cut off jeans and a tee shirt, not to mention wash my hands before that, I soon after heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Rob? Are you decent?" I heard Kris calling into me.

"Come on in!" I answered back stepping out of my own personal bathroom, brushing my hair as she entered. By now at least I had managed to collect myself, calm down, and look reasonably normal. Kris on the other hand looked anything but. Her face was flushed and she had a look of worried concern on her face.

"Umm, noticed you dumped your laundry in the hallway," she said simply.

"Oh yeah, sorry," I said maintaining my unknowing façade.  "Brought it down, but heard the washer and dryer still going, so I just dumped it there, figured I'd come back for it once you were all done with yours."

Her face showed relief in it as I said that. A smile coming back, replacing the worried frown she'd come in with.

"Well, don't forget and just leave it there either," she now said somewhat haughtily. "I'm not your personal maid you know."

Like me, Kris now wore a pair of faded cut off jeans, though she looked a hell of a lot better in them than I did. In addition to that, she wore a somewhat tight fitting tank top, though it was clearly evident she was also wearing a bra, but the hint of her still somewhat aroused nipples were still peeking through pressed tightly against the material. I quickly averted my gaze turning, setting down the hairbrush I'd been using down on my desk.

"Just on my way now, provided you're finished," I said meaning one thing, and saying another.

"Just about, just waiting for the last load to dry now, though you can start your first load in the washer," she said taking liberty and sitting down on the edge of my bed. "And by the way, Susan's coming over later, so do me a favor if you would please, keep your tongue inside your mouth while she's here."

Kris knew I'd had an attraction towards Susan for quite some time now, and enjoyed teasing me about it, only chasing me off when I'd actually become too much of an irritant or a nuisance to have around.

"Don't worry, I'm meeting the guys at the mall, we're going to hang around together for a while, so you and Susan can have all the secret, private girly-girl time together you'd ever wish for!" I retorted teasingly.

Kris knew what I meant by that, we'd often joked about such things before, had more than one semi-intimate discussion away from our parents in fact, and had on some few occasions confided in one another about our curiosities, and limited experiences. I'd made the mistake of telling Kris about one of mine, seeing two girls together. She'd not let me forget it ever since, though I'd fought back the best way I could, accusing her of perhaps actually doing something like that with her girlfriends, particularly Susan.

"You wish," Kris spat at me, though she smiled when saying that, and actually tossed one of the pillows off my bed at me when she did. Unfortunately, there was an unexpected side effect when she did that. After having stripped the sheets off my bed, I had stuffed one of my stroke books beneath my pillow, intending to put it back beneath the mattress later when I remade my bed. I hadn't gotten around to it yet, and now seeing it lying there, Kris snatched it up before I could. "What's this?" She said grabbing it, and holding it away from me, laughing as she did so. "One of your dirty jerk-off books perhaps?"

I so wanted to say something, but didn't dare.

"Give it back," I said instead, standing there with my hand out, though it was immediately obvious she wasn't about to, especially when she opened it and began flipping through it instead. I put my hand down, waiting for her next malicious comment, but she surprised me as she sat there looking through my dirty magazine.

"Do women with great big tits turn you on?" She asked seriously.

I walked around the end of the bed sitting down next to her. We sat staring at the magazine together for a moment as she continued turning the pages. "Well?"

"It's not BIG tits necessarily," I began to admit. "Just that they have tits," I now said grinning. "It's not really how big they are...I just like looking at them is all."

"You mean jerking off to them," she teased half throwing the book back at me as she said that.

"Oh like you don't!" I shot back, wishing the moment I'd said it that I hadn't, especially by the look on her face, though I quickly tried changing the subject in a weird sort of direction. "You don't have enormous boobs," I now tossed out, once again catching her off guard by the comment. "But they're still nice to look at, hell...the guys tell me all the time how good looking my sister is, and you're really not even my sister either, yet they tease me all the time about how lucky I am living with you." 

"They say that about me?" She asked curiously flattered by it. One thing I had always liked about Kris was, she wasn't conceited, or even considered herself all that attractive, even though she was. She'd never been stuck up about her looks, or the fact that guys very often looked at her with lust filled eyes. That was something she always thought was directed towards Susan, or Kathy, or even Michelle whenever some of the others of her cheerleading squad had come over, or she'd been hanging around with at the time.

"All the time," I assured her. "And like I said, you really do have nice looking boobs too sis."

Once again she hit me, playfully.  Obviously I had seen them, though as far as she knew, only by accident. "You really mean that?" she then asked. "They're not too small?" she said thrusting her chest out to some extent. I took the moment to pointedly look at them, having been basically given permission to do so without the penalty of another hit from her.

"Not hardly," I half sighed, which did warrant a small slap, though it too was a half-hearted one. "Hell Kris, I'd jerk off while looking at your tits any day!"

That did warrant a hard one, which I got, though we laughed about it as Kris suddenly pushed against me, knocking me back onto the bed where she jumped on top of me, and began pummeling me with her fists, though not really hard enough to hurt me, which she easily could have.  Finally pinning me, which I let her do as I could have easily flipped her onto her back if I'd wanted to, I lay there looking up at her chest as her breasts hovered only inches away from my face, her twin hard pointed nipples now suddenly pressing against the material of her tank top.  I was half tempted to reach up and bite one through her shirt.

"Take it back!" she demanded still giggling.

"No!" I laughed back.

"You'd actually do that?" she now asked once again half seriously, once again adding..."No you wouldn't, so take it back!"

And then just as seriously I looked at her. "I would, and I already have."

Kris sat up releasing my arms, the look on her face pure surprise at my admission.

"You really have, haven't you?" She stated, though not in an angry sort of way at all, more in wonder that I actually might have.

I was in fact blushing, a flush spreading across my face, the earlier episode downstairs still too fresh in my mind, along with the somewhat enjoyable cum while watching her. Not to mention the way she was sitting on me now, her hard nipples clearly evident, and my prick suddenly stiffening again, which I only then realized she'd soon feel if I didn't move her off me. I took the offense by way of an excuse, grabbing her arms and suddenly flipping her onto her back instead, now pinning her down.  She squealed in surprise, laughing again at the unexpected turn of events, though I didn't continue to sit there, using the maneuver as an excuse to stand up. My erection becoming far too noticeable if I were to stay there, turning my back towards her quickly, my hand rapidly making an adjustment in front before turning back around once again to face her. To my surprise, her eyes were focused right there when I did. My ploy hadn't gone unnoticed or undetected.


I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 01



"You're horny!" she said simply only then looking up into my eyes.

"So? So are you," I said glancing down at the front of her tee shirt, forcing her to take stock in herself.

"No I'm not!" she said though she continued looking at her hard pressed nipples even as she said that. "Just because they're hard, doesn't mean I'm horny. But you...certainly are!"

At the moment she had me a bit flustered and confused. It was in fact very possible she was telling the truth. There was no reason that she actually might be, not really. After all, I was her brother, even if I was her stepbrother, and there had never been anything, or any indication ever expressed between us that would imply any other interests or curiosities beyond the normal.  And now, I felt embarrassed, even a little guilty for having spied on her earlier, let alone confessing to her what I'd basically done earlier.

"I need to get my wash going," I said ending the conversation. "Mom will be back soon, and I want to get going before she gets here and finds something else for me to do, and keeps me from meeting up with the guys."

Kris stood, walking towards the door though she looked back briefly towards me. "I don't think we're finished talking about this," she stated, and then turned and disappeared from my bedroom.

**

Several days went by without anything further being said about the incident in my bedroom. On Wednesday, which was my parents bowling night, and pizza night for us, I had already ordered and taken my fare share of the pizza with me down stairs into the den to watch a little TV. Mom and dad wouldn't be home until late, which was always the case on Wednesday nights, as after bowling, they would usually sit around and visit with their friends in the bar for an hour before finally coming home. I looked forward to Wednesdays for several reasons, usually Kris went out on a date, or was with her friends most of those nights, leaving me alone. I would very often kick back with my pizza, watch a somewhat risqué movie on TV, or even if I was lucky enough, borrow an X-rated DVD or two from my friends.

I'd been planning on doing just that, having heard earlier in the day Kris talking to mom about going out shopping with Susan after school and hanging around for a while.  I'd just settled myself in, had even turned on a dirty movie to watch when I heard the back door open and then close. Seconds later I heard the sound of Susan's voice along with my sister's as they headed down stairs. A simple touch of the remote hid the movie I'd been watching, though having to do that irritated me to some degree. I heard Susan's voice as they reached the landing, and then my sisters as she told Susan to go ahead on into her room and that she'd meet her there shortly after looking in on me.

"You save us any?" She asked entering the room.

"In the kitchen," I said without turning to look at her, pretending to be too absorbed in the movie I hadn't been watching.

There was a momentary pause. "Susan's here...we're going to be trying on some clothes we just got, so behave yourself," she warned me.

"Boring!" I said waving my hand over my shoulder at her still without turning to see her, and then heard her leave. The reality was, I'd have loved to see the two of them changing in and out of their clothes, though I knew that was in fact an impossibility.

I went back to watching the movie I didn't want to watch, and began munching on another slice of pizza when I heard the girls once again come back down the hall, heading towards the stairs. This time I did turn to look, and saw Susan as she actually smiled and waved at me before heading up the stairs right behind Kris. I waved back, but by then she'd already disappeared. They came back down minutes later with their share of the pizza. Once again Kris took a momentary detour as Susan headed back down the hall towards her room. 

"Brought you a beer," she told me. "And there's another for you in the fridge, just make sure you drink it, or get rid of it before mom and dad gets home." I thanked her, taking it from her and saw she had four more in her hands, two each for she and Susan.  I enjoyed my beer along with another slice of pizza, and then decided to go upstairs into the kitchen for the other one. As I walked out of the den, I saw the door open to my sister's room. Unlike my own, which was the main reason I'd preferred the choice of bedrooms over the one downstairs, Kris's bathroom was across the hall rather than being connected. We smiled at one another as I turned at the landing about to go up just as she appeared in the hall, heading in towards the bathroom.

"Don't forget to get rid of the bottles," she reminded me. "In fact, after you finish yours, come and get ours too and throw them out ok?"

Kris had bought the beer, so it was only fair that I should. "Ok," I said disappearing from view, though rather than going up the stairs, as it would have seemed I had done, I stood there instead for a moment, hearing the bathroom door close. But what I'd observed throughout all of this, was the door leading into my sister's room was still open.

It was risky perhaps, but I knew I'd be given ample warning, and didn't have a whole lot of time to stand there and think about it either. The moment I heard the bathroom door close and lock, I raced down the hall, thankful to be in stocking feet, and once again stood at the door looking through the crack in it just as I had done the Saturday before. Sure enough, Susan was standing in front of Kris's vanity mirror looking at herself, or rather one of the new blouses they'd just purchased together. Which is when she reached down grabbing the bottom of it, and then pulling it up and over her head. Susan wasn't wearing a bra!

Unfortunately, I had only a split second of time to enjoy the view, Susan had slightly larger breasts that Kris did, tough they were far pointer in fact than hers were, with much pinker, much smaller nipples too, though they were exquisitely pretty in an entirely different way than my sister's were. Hearing the flush of the toilet, I raced once again back down the hallway and up the stairs into the kitchen, retrieving my second beer. I stood there for several moments before taking it back down the stairs with me into the den. After I had done that, I walked to the door, peeked around it down the hallway, surprised to see the door partially open. For whatever reason, Kris hadn't closed it fully. Something I found odd as she'd always done so before whenever she'd had her friends over.

Once again, I found myself creeping down the hallway, knowing full well that should either one of them come out heading for the bathroom or anywhere else, I'd be had. But I safely reached the door, peering in through my now familiar little crack, pleased to see the two of them now standing there in front of my sister's full length dressing mirror.

Susan was a very typical blue-eyed blonde, though she wore her hair much shorter than Kris did at mere shoulder length. "I don't know...what do you think?" She said. "With? Or without the bra?"

"Let's see it without," Kris suggested as she sat on the edge of the bed looking in the mirror at her. I stood there with my tongue hanging out as Susan once again reached down pulling it up and over her head. This time she had the bra on, but quickly reached behind unclasping it, letting it fall. I was again treated to another quick glimpse of her bare breasts before she again slipped the tee shirt back on again, and then stood there turning from side to side admiring herself.

"Yes? No?" She asked Kris. "Too obvious?"

"Not as long as you don't get rock-tits," Kris teased her, which they both laughed at.

"Here, you try it, let me see how it looks on you," Susan then suggested, once again taking it off, though she now stood there bare breasted as Kris stood up standing beside her taking the blouse she had on, off. Along with her own bra. I was again treated to the sight of both of them briefly standing there topless, though Kris soon after struggled into the tee shirt, and then posed herself, turning from side to side looking into the mirror at the two of them. Susan doing so topless, completely oblivious to my presence. I stood staring at the two of them, my eyes locked on Susan's tits briefly, then glancing away, just in time to see Kris's eyes in the mirror. She was looking at me!

I froze, unable to move. There was no mistaking it either, she had seen me. For a long moment she just stood there looking into the mirror towards me, my eyes locked on hers. 

"Try these shorts on," she suddenly suggested, picking them up from a pile they had on the bed. "Let's see how they look on you, and then decide which shirt might go better with them after that."

I was blown away. I couldn't have been mistaken, Kris had seen me, of that I was reasonably sure. But the fact she hadn't said anything, made an issue of it, or simply walked over and closed the door had confused me beyond imagination. She could have easily done so without alerting Susan I'd been standing there spying on the two of them. Now, I watched as Susan slipped off the jeans she was wearing, surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties at all as she pulled them down stepping out of them and then kicking them off to one side.

"You have some panties I can wear with these?" Susan asked. "I don't dare actually wear them without," she giggled. "At least in jeans, if I get a little naughty feeling down there, it's not as noticeable."

Once again the girls laughed as Kris disappeared from view momentarily. I heard the sound of her dresser drawer opening as she rummaged through it. Susan continuing to stand there entirely naked now, looking at herself in the mirror as she waited. It seemed that Kris was taking an inordinate amount of time to locate a clean pair of panties for her friend.

"It doesn't matter what they look like," Susan said turning to face her, though I still couldn't see her myself from where I stood. "Any pair will do."

"Here, try these on," Kris said tossing them to her. I now stood there watching her as she bent over and then slipped her legs through pulling them up. I watched in pure wondrous delight as she did so, watching her full heavy breasts sway as she leaned over, jiggling quite nicely, hanging there suspended for a moment, wishing I was cupping each of them in my hands. A moment after that, Kris reappeared, she too was now naked, and something I hadn't expected to see as she crossed back in front of the mirror and now stood there as Susan slipped on the pair of shorts they had purchased. Once again, I saw Kris look at me through the mirror, and this time, she actually smiled!

I now watched as Kris stepped into a black thong, taking her time while pulling it up over her legs as she stepped into it. She then turned reaching towards the bed, grabbing a skirt with the tags still on it. This time, she looked at me without the aid of the mirror, once again smiling as she did so.

"I gotta pee," Susan announced suddenly. "Must be the beer!" The smile on my sister's face quickly disappeared as she hurriedly turned. 

"Wait!" She almost yelled out a little too quickly, tossing one of the tank tops they'd purchased at her. "Put this on first, see how it looks with the shorts."

What I realized, was that Kris had just given me the one and only chance that I had to disappear back down the hall and into the den again without being seen. I turned sprinting away, easily making it, and then moments later hearing the door to the bathroom open and close. Seconds after that, Kris poked her head in through the door of the den.

"Enjoy the show?" she giggled. "And don't say I never gave you anything," she then added, disappearing before I could comment.

Minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and close, and then heard my sister's bedroom door fully close. Susan must have done so when reentering. Even so, I stood, poking my head around the corner of the door looking down the hall and saw the cardboard carrier with four empty beer bottles sitting in it, parked just outside her door. I smiled, walked down the hall, retrieved it, and then added the two empty ones of my own and took it outside to bury it well beneath the rest of the garbage.

**

I went back to watching my movie, though I turned the sound way down so I could listen for them should they come out again. An hour later, they did, it was nearly ten o'clock by then, and Susan was heading home. She did stop at the den to say goodnight, I had a feeling that Kris had at some point told her about my semi-innocent crush on her, and had actually been flirting with me, though not in a serious way. I think she was more amused by it, though flattered by it as well to some extent, and was just a bit friendlier towards me than normal.

"Goodnight Robbie!" She said, using a name I wouldn't normally have liked hearing, but the way she said it, made me smile and grin stupidly, which I was still doing as Kris peaked in at me a moment after that before following Susan back up the stairs.

"I'll be right back...Robbie," she mimicked, and then turned before I could stick my tongue out at her.

I got up turning off the TV entirely, and then ejected the X-rated DVD from the player intending to head on upstairs to bed. There was one more small issue I had to deal with however, as I quickly folded up my spent wad inside the hanky I had used, stuffing it down into my back pants pocket. I then started up the stairs just as Kris met me coming down.

"Where are you going?" she asked, spotting the DVD I still held in my hand. "And what's this?" She said grabbing for it, though I just managed to move it out of the way before she could.

"You already know what it is," I told her, still holding it out at arm's length far away from her.

"What? Seeing Susan wasn't good enough?" she teased wickedly. "I thought you'd appreciate that a little more, guess maybe you didn't if you needed that too," she went on, making another grab for it. This time I let her take it, answering her question, which surprised her when I did.

"You...and Susan, are far more attractive and sexy looking than any of the women in the movie," I said honestly. "And it wasn't the movie I was thinking about afterwards either," I then added, though why I did, I don't really know.

"You...thought about me and Susan?" she asked curiously. "While doing what?" she then pressed smiling.

"You know damn well what," I tossed back at her, seeing her eyebrows raise over the admission.

"No way...no you didn't," she challenged. I laughed at her.

"Yes...I did," easily reaching for and taking the movie back away from her, which she didn't even fight trying to keep.

"Prove it."

"What?"

"You jerked off thinking about Susan."

"And you," I said easily, seeing the surprised look in her face.

"You jerked off thinking about me and Susan," she amended.

"Yeah, I did."

Once again she stood there looking at me. "Prove it," she said once again. Kris knew me. I'd once made the mistake of adding a few of my own things in with hers when doing the laundry in an attempt to hurry things along. She'd come down to grab her things out of the dryer, realized I'd done just that, and then began sorting out her clean clothing from mine. Almost immediately, she'd noticed the inordinate amount of clean hankies in the wash, and knew that she hadn't seen me running around blowing my nose all the time either.

I reached back into my pocket, producing the cum filled hanky I had used earlier. "Trust me...I did," I said holding it out to her, though she didn't take it of course, nor had I expected her to. She was just curious if I actually had.

She actually smiled then. "Come back down stairs in ten minutes," she told me somewhat mysteriously, "and I'll tell you something."

I wondered what that might be, but took the opportunity to head back to my room stash the movie and toss my cum-hanky in the dirty clothes hamper in my room.  We still had perhaps an hour or more before mom and dad got home, as I curiously headed back downstairs to my sisters bedroom. By the time I got there, she was in bed, the sheets drawn up over herself, but it was clearly evident she didn't have anything on, on top at least.

"What were you going to tell me?" I asked sitting down on the end of her bed. Kris sat up, but she brought the top sheet with her, ensuring that she remained covered when doing so.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, something a little naughty. But I swear Rob, if this ever gets out, I'll know where it came from, and if that happens, I'll never, ever trust you again, and I'll never ever share anything with you again either if it ever does!"

"What?" I now asked curiously excited, just having heard Kris tell me it was something naughty, and something to be kept secret had me suddenly aroused with interest.

"We masturbated too!" she said almost whispering it when she said it.

"When?"

"Just before Susan left," she said grinning. "And it's not the first time either," she told me. "We've done it before."

"You have? When?"

"Not all the time, or every time she comes over either, just sometimes. Sometimes we just get horny talking about guys and stuff.  It was Susan who first taught me how to use one of the vibrators she'd brought over to show me that she'd gotten. I'd never seen one, let alone used one before, so...she actually showed me how to do it!"

"No shit! Really?"

"Yes...really!"  

I grinned looking at my sister. "Prove it!"

Kris laughed. Obviously it was a bit more difficult for her to prove that she had, or that they had as opposed to my being able to.

"Oh sure...how?" she giggled "It's not like..."

"Show me."

Her eyes popped wide open. "You're serious!"

"What were you two thinking about when you did...IF you even did," I continued to press acting like I didn't believe a word of it, even though I was actually beginning to.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," I actually hissed. "Yes...I do."

"Ok...well, to be perfectly honest about it, we were thinking about you, well at least Susan certainly was, I told her about another guy I've been seeing, though I will be honest with you to that extent, it wasn't really him I was thinking about when we did it. I was thinking about you too, about Saturday when we were messing around upstairs in your bedroom. But I couldn't very well tell Susan about that now could I?" she said.

"You...you two were talking, thinking about me? Why?"

Kris giggled at that. "I told her how I thought you had a thing for her, and that you were probably at that very moment, jerking yourself off there in the den thinking about her."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes...I did. And the thought of that actually got her horny, especially as we'd already spent half the night naked in my bedroom, which you obviously saw," she winked. "Which I did for you by the way," she then added. 

"Yeah, I know that now...and thank you. But I still can't believe you told her that, or that you and Susan actually played with yourselves afterwards, in front of one another no less."

"And like I told you, it's not the first time, we've done it before, several times, and we've even done it a couple of times when Kathy and Michelle where here too!" she now added.

"No fucking shit! Really?" Suddenly this image of the four of them together, all watching one another as they played with themselves suddenly had me rock hard, and I didn't even know it yet.  "Nah...no you didn't, you're bullshitting me!" I finally decided.

But I could see by the look in Kris's face she wasn't lying to me about it. She'd just told me the truth.

"Holy shit!" I said again. "I've heard of guys sharing a circle jerk...but never heard that girls did anything like that together."

"Oh? And why wouldn't we? 




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 01



It was then that I noticed the subtle movement beneath the sheet Kris was covering herself with.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" She tossed back. "You told me to prove it...so I am."

"The only thing you're proving is that you can move the sheet a little," I said feeling a flood of goose bumps suddenly running up and down my spine. I sat there actually hoping that she was, and just not teasing me into believing that she was, which is something I could honestly see her doing as a way to spite me.

She laughed at that.

"What? What's so damn funny?" I asked not angry, but now more confused than ever.

"I was just about to say...I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she told me. "You know Rob...that's something we never once did ask one another to do growing up, you realize that?"

She was right, we hadn't.  "So...will you?" I asked swallowing hard as I said it.

"Only if you will...first!"

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"What?"

"You know what this feels like don't you?" I said, seeing in her eyes the same thing I was. "We never did this as kids, and suddenly sitting here like this now, I sort of do feel like a kid once again, like maybe in a way, we missed something.  Here we are, almost like we're playing Doctor, you know? Only we're adults, but still...I've got this sensation this giddiness running through me. Mom and Dad coming home soon, the thought that you might actually be laying there touching yourself..."

"I am," she said emphatically, though not quite ready to prove it. "But yes, it does sort of feel like that, doesn't it?  Maybe you should get under the sheet with me, then it really would."

"You serious?" I said standing up. Kris allowed the sheet to fall away from her breasts.

"Serious enough for you?" She said as I stood there staring at her exposed breasts. Almost immediately I began stripping off my clothing, Kris tossing the sheet up over the top of her head as I did so.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to look...not until you're under the sheet," she said giggling, honestly sounding a bit like a little girl again.  "So hurry up...it's getting hot in here!"

"Getting damn fucking hot out here too," I said finally naked, and then slipped into bed beside my stepsister beneath the sheets. "Now what?"

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she said once again. "After all, the fact remains, you've already seen mine anyway."

"Yeah, but not like this," I told her. My hand had already moved over towards her, locating hers, which in fact was, and had been playing with her pussy. She continued to do so for a moment longer, letting my hand rest atop hers piggyback as she continued stroking herself.

"Told you I was," she said only then slipping her hand out of her wet succulent pussy, letting mine slip inside her briefly in order to discover just how wet she truly was. A second after that, she forced my hand away, once again slipping beneath the sheet entirely. "Stay where you are..." she then said. "And no peeking."

"No peeking?"

"No peeking!" I had to laugh at that, as silly as this all was, it was damn fucking exciting too. Especially when I felt Kris's hand suddenly wrap itself around my hard stiff shaft. I quit laughing after that, because the only thing I could do, was moan.

I had very limited sexual experience, admittedly. But I had had a few hand jobs, and even a blowjob or two, though I was still yet a virgin, hard as that might be to believe. Not that I hadn't tried, I had. But so far, either the circumstances, or the girl I was seeing at the time, thought it was too early in the relationship for anything like that. Which they were right about of course more often than not. But so it was, that I was...still.  But as I sat there in bed next to my sister, I began to feel sensations I hadn't thought possible of ever feeling, let alone know that I even could feel them. If they gave out gold stars for giving hand jobs, then Kris would have got the biggest, goldest one I could have ever found. She didn't just sit there and stroke it up and down like I'd experienced before with anyone else. She explored me. She explored, she touched, and she played with me in ways that I wouldn't confess doing, even to myself.

Kris tickled me, playfully. She stroked me, erotically. She fondled me, sensually. And then changed it all up, and did it again, even tossing in one or two things I'd never even thought of doing myself.

Up until now at least, a hand job was a hand job. A quick, easy, and painless way to get a guy off, help him blow his nut as a thank you for a nice dinner or a movie, or maybe even an expensive piece of jewelry or something, especially early on in a relationship.  But this...the way Kris played with me with her hands and fingers warranted induction into the Hall of Fame if they even had one for sensual eroticism. If they'd had one for that, she'd have won it hands down, pun intended. But baring any of that, she certainly merited a nomination for a Nobel Prize if nothing else.

Never once in all the years of jerking myself off, or anyone else for that matter, had I been as light headed as I was now, nor as delirious with pleasure, sensitivity, or pure unadulterated bliss, as I was now feeling at this very moment. And all Kris had done was touch me with her hands and fingers. Nothing else. Not even the briefest or lightest of kisses, or flicks of the tongue on me. She had done all that and more, with the tips of her fingers, or the press of her hand.

"Fuck...Kris, you've...you've got to stop for a moment," I said fighting it with every ounce of my being. "I am way...too...fucking...close!" The head of my cock felt like it was about to explode, the juice already bubbling at the tip, I'd been leaking like a sieve anyway, the throbbing more like a heartbeat inside my cock than within my own chest.

Finally relenting, she re-emerged back beneath the sheet, though once again pulling it up to her neck.

"Ok...you're turn," she said smiling. I was bound and determined to thrill her even more than she had just done to me, even if it took me all night. "Only your hands...ok?" she said making me promise her.

"OK," I promised, though more than anything at that moment...I wanted to taste her. But I decided that the risk, especially this soon, was one I wasn't willing to take. So I would indeed pleasure her as best as I could with my hands and fingers only, and hopefully, bring to her as much joy and as much pleasure and delight as she had just given to me.

Maybe it had something to do with my being under the sheet for some reason. Obviously she couldn't see what I was doing, though she could certainly feel it. But it seemed to add, to heighten, and to certainly increase our individual sensitivities to it. But I openly played with her, exploring her in many of the same ways she had done to me. Light little fingering caresses, little twiddling touches, a press here, there, a finger just grazing, this...that. I light pinch, a tug, a pull here. Wetness, moisture, slippery, squishy decadent sounds. I was in pure heaven. The intoxicating aroma of her sweet bloom, the petals of her lips that I held pinched between my fingers like sucking lips, holding gently, firmly, tugging upon each the same. Again probing, and then lightly running dancing fingers upon, and within her, feeling her squirm, listening to the sounds of her breathing, an intake of breath, holding it. More dancing, more tickle-flicks, a quick slip of a finger, a nice easy in and out or two. A hard bead of desire, throbbing like a miniature cock, holding it...pulling it...letting go, only to recapture and then start the whole fucking process all over again. Just like she'd done to me.

"Ok! Stop! Stop!" She pleaded with me, just as I had done. Neither one of us wanting to cum yet, though oh yes...how we actually had wanted to cum. Needed to cum, desired to cum...but wanting even more to wait, until we couldn't wait...any more.

We both sat, the covers well up to our necks looking at one another, each of us still trying to collect our respective breaths.

I saw a love in my sister's eyes...my stepsister's eyes that I had never seen before. And I think she saw the same thing in mine as well.

She began pulling the sheet down and away from herself, once again exposing her delicious looking breasts to me. She continued, the sheet now coming away from me as well until we now lay there side by side, looking at one another openly, appreciatively. We didn't discuss it, talk about it, question it...nothing.

I lay there watching Kris, watching as she began touching, fingering and playing with herself. I saw the way her own hands explored, teased, moved within and without. It was a wondrous, marvelous thing she was now sharing with me, as I began likewise sharing with her.

The intimacy we all share with ourselves, can at times be more than merely erotic. It is a vulnerability we don't often allow very many others to know about, or ever see. How we pleasure, touch, and arouse ourselves is uniquely different from person to person. And it's not so much in how we do, or even in the way we do it that makes it so intimate, so vulnerable an act. The fact that we're showing someone else, other than ourselves what it is that actually feels good, is what makes it so.

Seeing Kris, watching Kris watching me, was the most, spiritual, erotic, sensual moment of my entire life. It had even gotten to the point where we were no longer watching one another doing whatever it was we were doing. We had moved closer together, our heads side-by-side on the pillow, our lips just a breath away from one another. We kissed for the first time. It wasn't even a passionate kiss, more sensual, soft, lingering as our lips met, as our tongues first tickled one another briefly before parting again. Eyes open once more, I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine, the release for us both imminent, we were both hovering on the edge now, our breaths no longer our own as we breathed back and forth for one another.

"Don't close your eyes," she somehow managed to say. "Keep looking at me...keeping looking at me when you cum, as I will, when I cum looking at you," she said.

I saw it then...don't ask me how, but I saw it. The stars going off inside her head, the pupils of her eyes as they suddenly dilated, I was seriously and honestly looking into the window of her soul, just as Kris was looking through the window into my own. I felt the eruption, the sensation to close my eyes and simply succumb to it almost too great a pleasure to endure. But her eyes held mine, as mine continued holding hers. The delicious spurts of rapturous pleasure bathing us both, the contractions of ecstasy, which surely convulsed deep within her womb, held us both spellbound, the intensity, threatening us each to black out from the pure bliss of it. But somehow we held on, held on watching one another, more intensely intimate, more vulnerable a moment, than either one of us had ever shared with anyone else.

I fell asleep next to Kris, grateful that our parents no longer came down, or into my room to check in on us. Though the sun gave fair enough warning to me, that I slipped out of my sister's bed, soon after reaching my own, well enough ahead to not raise any suspicions as the new day began. And with it, an entirely different perspective on how I felt about what had now happened between us, and where it might possibly very well go, from there.

To be continued... 



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 02



Friday was a favorite day for me. Kris and I only had classes until noon. With mom and dad both at work, it left the better part of the afternoon for ourselves, though most often Kris spent hers with the girls on her squad. 

We hadn't had time to really discuss what had happened between us, though to some extent I couldn't help wonder if Kris was having second thoughts about it too. She hadn't exactly been avoiding me, but neither one of us had made a point of finding time to talk about it either.

We'd met briefly in the kitchen on our way to school, mom and dad upstairs getting dressed themselves, giving us the only real private time we'd had up until then. I stood waiting for my toast to pop up out of the toaster when Kris came into the kitchen pouring herself a glass of orange juice.  I waited expectantly for her to say something first.

"Michelle's coming over after school," she informed me taking a drink of her juice. "We're going to be looking at tapes of South High's cheerleading squad," she continued. "They're our biggest competition for the championships this year. So we want to get an idea of some of the routines they'll be doing to get an idea as to how we can better prepare ourselves in competing against them in the finals."

Having told me that, she'd let me know she and Michelle would be needing to use the den, which effectively shut down my hope of coming home and playing a few video games after school.

"And I suppose that means you'd also like me to stay out of the way," I added grabbing my toast as I began to put butter on it.  I had obviously turned away from her in order to do that, looking down at the counter as she spoke.

"It might be better if you weren't even here when she comes over," Kris went on, causing me to look up at her, none too happy about being asked to do that for one thing, though confused as I saw the smile on Kris's face as she stood there.

"Great, so where am I supposed to go?" I responded irritatedly. 

"I didn't say you had to go anywhere," she explained without really doing so. "I just said don't be here when we do, or...if you are, don't let her know that you are here then." Kris said cryptically. She saw the puzzled expression on my face, smiling even more broadly towards me. "Unless you want to spoil everything," she tossed out.

"Ok, I'm not following any of this," I told her. "What do you mean, spoil everything?"

Kris sighed in exasperation. "Remember, I told you that once in a while the four of us have gotten together?" She stated without adding the rest of it. Suddenly this was getting interesting as I lifted my eyebrows waiting expectantly for more.

"Yeah?"

"Well just so you know, Michelle is gay, always has been."

"Michelle's a lesbian?" I stated in surprised wonder. "She sure as hell doesn't look like one!" I then added.

"Oh? And just how's a lesbian supposed to look?" Kris retorted back at me. "They're not all Butch Dykes you know!" 

"That's not what I meant," I said a bit sheepishly. "It's just that she's really good looking, which you all are," I then added as I saw a brief somewhat hurt look cross her face. "I just never would have guessed that is all, but that still doesn't answer my question either. What's that got to do with my not being here when she comes over?"

Once again Kris shook her head as though I should have some sort of insight and understanding as to where all this was going.

"Because Michelle has never been with me alone before," Kris now added. "And I think she's attracted to me," she further explained. "And am not saying that anything will, or won't happen when she comes over, but it certainly won't, if she knows you're here!"

I knew my eyes were as big around as saucers upon hearing that. Already my mind trying to imagine things for one, as well as the logistics of it, which presented an immediate problem. If in fact they were to be in the den, it had no door on it for one thing, so there was no real way of spying on them without a great deal of risk in being discovered trying to peek around the wall at them.

"Little good that does me," I then told her. "Even if anything does happen, there's no way for me to see it without getting caught!"

Kris finished her juice standing at the sink rinsing out her glass. "Well, that's your problem to figure out," she told me. "But if you, or your cars here when we get here, then nothing will anyway. And like I said, not saying it will either, just saying...it might." With that, Kris grabbed her books off the table and headed out the door, leaving me to stand there and ponder the situation. As I heard Kris start up her car backing out of the driveway, it came to me. I smiled, it would require a bit of effort on my part, but I was pretty sure I had found a way.

**

There was a small play park at the end of the street. Parking my car there, I then ran on foot back to the house, letting myself in through the backdoor, locking it again afterwards. Glancing at my watch, I knew I didn't have a whole lot of time. I ran downstairs to the den and then crossed the room over towards the storage closet that was located on one side of it. There were four folding doors with slats in them that allowed the air to circulate, and kept any mold from growing inside the storage closet. Several boxes prevented me from having any sort of a decent vantage point, so I quickly stacked them a little better on top of one another, eventually hallowing out myself a place to sit in. I had already grabbed a folding chair, as I had no intention of just standing there the entire time either. Closing the doors again, I sat down, ensuring I had a reasonable view of the den, which I was delighted to see that I had. The couch sat off to the left, the TV in front of that, though at my angle, I wouldn't be able to see much of it. But that wasn't what I was hoping to see in the first place.  I considered just sitting there the way that I was, but already feeling the excitement, realizing as I did how very uncomfortable that particular situation could quickly become. I slipped off my jeans along with my briefs and now sat bare-assed in my chair just as I heard the sounds of someone coming in through the backdoor upstairs. Even with muffled voices speaking I could tell it was Kris, and no doubt Michelle as well. Excited, hoping the sound of my beating heart wouldn't be heard through the doors, I waited for them to come down the stairs, which they soon did. I almost laughed as Kris walked in looking about, and then told Michelle to put in the tape into the player while she went to check on something. She soon left the room, heading upstairs, and I was fairly sure she was headed towards my room to see if I was hanging out quietly up there. She returned moments later wearing an almost disappointed expression on her face.

"Everything ok?" Michelle asked anxiously.

"Oh...ah, yeah. Everything's just fine," Kris said still sounding perplexed. "Just wanted to make sure no one was here," she told Michelle.

I heard Michelle giggle at that. They were wearing their cheerleading outfits, bright red with a big S over their breasts, short pleated skirts with a white trim running around the bottom of the hem with matching blood red panties on beneath. I had to admit, seeing the two of them wearing their uniforms was damn fucking hot, and so where they obviously as Michelle was the one to make a rather interesting suggestion.

"Will we be able to hear it if somebody does come home?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, easy...why?" Kris asked, though the tone of her voice told me she was somewhat excited by the question.

"Well if you don't mind, these uniforms are rather warm, I wouldn't mind slipping out of mine and just sitting here in my undies while we watch the video. How about you?"

Kris agreed, which made me happy, and I sat there in the darkness of the storage closet trying to keep my breathing as normal as possible, not to mention keeping myself from fidgeting too much in case I might be heard. But it brought a major smile to my face to see both Michelle as well as Kris suddenly slip out of their uniforms. They both kept their matching outer panties on however, along with their bras, but it was nice seeing the two of them just sitting there like that as Kris turned up the sound on the video, and they sat down to watch their competitions cheerleading performances.

I had begun to wonder if this was going to be as nearly exciting as I'd initially imagined it. My cock, which had been rock hard at seeing them, strip down to their underwear, was now as flaccid as normal. So far, all they'd done was sit there on the couch together watching the TV. Though I noticed Kris had looked back over the couch towards the door several times.

"You sure we'll hear it if anyone comes home?" Michelle asked once again.

"Oh yeah, positive," Kris answered. "I locked the back door for one, and it tends to stick, so not only will we hear that, but it makes a rather loud sound when it opens too. And we'd have plenty of time to get to my room, should anyone come home. But like I told you, mom and dad are at work and won't be home until well after six, and Robbie's at the mall with his friends seeing a movie."

For all Kris knew, I very well might be doing just that. It was obvious she'd been looking around for me, but I'd even parked my car around the corner and not just on the street someplace, which I'm sure she had looked for when they'd arrived.

"Cool, you care if I take this off then?" Michelle asked already reaching behind to undo her bra. "My tits are getting sweaty, and I hate that," she added.

"Not at all...go for it, sometimes mine do too," Kris then said, watching as I was, as Michelle undid the clasp, letting her white lacy bra slither down her arms before removing it. Of all the girls on the squad, Michelle had the largest breasts of them all. In addition to that, as they now fully appeared, I was treated to seeing two very prominent, very dark, and very large areolas that capped each one. To me, it was like seeing two nice fluffy pancakes sitting on top of each of her breasts with a nice-sized strawberry sitting in the middle of them. Even from where I was sitting, I could see that Michelle's nipples were hard and stiff. Like Kris, Michelle wore her dark hair long as well, though not in a ponytail as Kris usually wore hers, just free as it hung enticingly down, one section of it playing peek-a-boob with her breast.

"They're pretty good," Kris observed a moment later turning her attention back to the TV. I was somewhat disappointed when she hadn't likewise removed her bra the way that Michelle had, and wondered for a moment, if Michelle hadn't been disappointed by that too.

"Especially that blonde in the middle. That's Sharon Johnson," Michelle offered. "She's gay too," she said smiling. "Though I've never had the pleasure of eating her yet."

"Did you say eating? Or meeting her?" Kris tossed back honestly not sure to which one she'd actually said.

Michelle laughed, "Definitely eating her, though I'd sure as hell like to," she added still giggling. She then looked directly towards Kris. "You ever thought about that?" she pointedly stated. "I mean, we've all sat around watching one another finger-fuck ourselves, and if you remember the last time the four of us were together, that Susan actually fingered me a little, and I her."

"I remember," Kris said as I actually saw her face blushing. "And that was pretty hot seeing you two doing that, but no...I never have done anything more than that with another woman, no."

"Frankly, I'm surprised you and Kathy didn't do something, the two of you were sitting side by side, and watching Susan and I playing with one another that time, I thought surely you two might."

"Not that I wouldn't have, or didn't want to. I would have, but I've known Kathy longer than I've known any of you, and trust me...the fact she was even willing to do that much was a surprise. She's about as straight as anyone you'd ever want to meet. So even touching another woman would have been out of the question for her.  The fact she even did what she did was amazing enough."

It was then that I saw Michelle had allowed her hand to drop down between her legs. She wasn't exactly being obvious about it, but even from where I sat, I could see she was still rubbing herself through the material of her bright red "goldies" as they called them. I wasn't too terribly surprised to find my own cock once again begin to stiffen while I sat there watching her do that either.

"You have nice boobs too," Michelle then offered, complimenting Kris on hers, though she continued to sit there still wearing her bra.

"Thanks, so do you," Kris said finally looking more directly at them, though once again she had taken a quick peek over the couch towards the door before doing so. I actually smiled upon seeing her do that. It was obvious she was still half expecting me to appear out of nowhere. Little did she know.

"I actually wish mine weren't nearly as big as they are," Michelle said cupping them in her hands now, looking down at herself. "Especially my nipples, they're a lot bigger and darker than most girls I've ever seen. I'd rather have tits like yours in fact," she then added as I watched Kris smile at the compliment.

"That's funny, I've often wished mine were a tiny bit bigger than they are," she confided. 

"Oh no, you don't want that, trust me. Your size is perfect, they're very pretty. And not every guy that passes you looks at your chest first before your eyes like they do with me. At least the women look at your eyes first, and then your tits," she grinned, laughing as she said it. I watched as she looked at Kris, and then down at her tits. "And speaking of...would you mind?"

Silly as this might sound, I sat there holding my breath along with my cock. And even though I'd enjoyed seeing Michelle's tits as they sat there completely revealed, I found my excitement level rise over finally seeing Kris's boobs once again. Without saying a word, she nodded her head, smiled, and reached back around herself undoing the clasp of her bra. It came away in her hands, and she casually dropped it onto the floor beside her. Now they both sat facing one another, admiring one another's breasts.

"Oh yeah, yours really are beautiful!" Michelle stated appreciatively, and then without really asking, reached over, cupping one in her hand, hefting it as though judging its weight and softness. "God, I really do love your tits Kris, they feel so soft, yet so firm in comparison to mine. See? I think mine don't feel nearly as nice as yours do."

Michelle had actually picked up my sister's hand putting it on one of her breasts, which Kris now sat fondling at the same time that Michelle continued on doing to one of hers. "Oh fuck that feels good, sometimes I swear I could cum just by having my nipples played with they're so sensitive," she admitted.

"Yeah, mine too," Kris moaned pleasurably as she continued to finger the taut hard nipple on Michelle's breast. "Sometimes, when I'm masturbating, I do that for a lot longer period of time even before I finally touch myself. Just something about having my boobs played with, even if I do it myself, that sends all these nice, hot, naughty electrical charges down to my clit like there's a direct wire linking them together or something."

I sat, stroking my cock watching and listening to all this. The head of my prick so swollen I thought it was going to burst. The silky lubrication oozing out of my dick in thick rivulets of liquid pleasure that I began using to further stimulate myself with, rubbing it around the head and then up and down my shaft in slow fingering strokes.

"Are they doing that now?" Michelle asked, still lightly toying with one of Kris's nipples, pulling on it a little away from her breast.

"Oh yeah...especially when you do that," Kris moaned closing her eyes, and then doing the exact same thing to Michelle's tit. "I...really like that," she purred.

I now watched as Michelle lowered her free hand, allowing the tip of a finger to press firmly against the material still covering Kris's pussy, though it was evident when she did, that Kris could feel it, her moan suddenly intensifying though she once again opened her eyes. "Would you like it if I fingered you?" Michelle asked hopefully, "The way that Susan and I did it the last time?"

"Fuck, yes!" Kris mewled softly, lustfully, which caused Michelle to stand suddenly as she then quickly pulled down her goldies, along with the tiny brief matching white thong she'd been wearing. Without a word, Kris stood as well, now doing the same, and for a moment giving me a tantalizing view of the two of them standing there together entirely nude. I expected them to sit again, but they surprised me, moving close to stand there together instead. They kissed, and as they did so, I nearly lost it just watching them do that. It seemed so sensual, so erotic watching my own sister and her friend standing there with their lips pressed together, hands down between one another's legs, likewise fingering each other as they stood there doing so.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming myself, I'd had to completely let go of my prick, to even touch it at all at the moment was to invite disaster, at least the disaster of allowing myself a too soon release, though I then realized I hadn't thought far enough ahead to have brought anything with me either. A drawer full of clean fresh cum-hankies, and not a one had I brought!  I didn't even have a "just in case" rubber in my wallet I could have used either like so many of the other guys did. The telltale circle of having one forever embedded within the leather, though rather than seeing that as some sign of manhood or prowess, I laughed having vowed never to do that myself. To me, all that said was, "I want it...but I'm not getting it either."

Michelle slowly began to slither down Kris's body, her finger still working her now very slick cunt however, though it had forced Kris to quit fingering hers. I held my breath, still unwilling to tempt fate with my cock, remaining untouched as she soon gathered one of my sister's nipples in between her lips and softly began sucking it. Kris put her hands on the top of Michelle's head, keeping them there, holding on for support as her knees obviously weakened. Michelle soon switched sides, paying homage to Kris's neglected breast, and then began making her way down even further, lingering briefly near her naval as I watched Michelle's tongue dart out, gently fucking it.

To my surprise, as Michelle made it obvious as to where she was now headed, Kris gently held her shoulders, moaning the words, "No...I can't not yet..." she said almost pleadingly. Michelle stood, once again kissing her, though only quickly.

"Why not? I promise, you'll enjoy it if you let me," she said wantonly.

Kris laughed. "Oh, I have NO doubt that I would!" she grinned wickedly. "But no one ever has done that to me."

"No one? Not ever? Not even your boyfriend?"

I winced at that, yet at the same time surprised by Kris's unexpected revelation. "No...no one. And no offense Michelle, as much as I'd like to feel that, and knowing you'd no doubt drive me insane if I were to let you, I want to experience that with someone I really care about first, so...I hope you understand."

"I do," Michelle said softly, only then stepping back, breaking the intimate contact they'd been sharing. "As much as I'd love to take your clit cherry, I really do understand that," Michelle told her. "And you might be surprised to know, even though I'm gay, and prefer being with women Kris, I do on occasion enjoy a nice hard cock inside me too. So you see? I really do understand, perhaps a lot more than you might realize. And I hope that won't change anything between us. Whenever you are ready, if you are...I'd love doing that for you."




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 02



"You? You've fucked a guy?" Kris laughed incredulously.

"A few," Michelle said laughing back. "Though I don't make that generally known to everyone. If I did, I'd have more men fawning over me than I'd really prefer. And I prefer picking those men I actually might consider fooling around with," she confessed.

"Anyone at the moment?" Kris wondered as they sat down on the couch once again, though I was pleased when Kris reached over, her hand once again beginning to toy with and finger Michelle's split as she lay completely on her back, spreading her legs and allowing Kris to have full and total access to her.

"You'd die if I were to tell you," Michelle said. "And not that I'd ever act on it either. But admittedly I have fantasized, and thought about him a few times."

"Come on...who?" Kris pressed curiously.

"I don't know," she said hesitating, though I could see Kris now really working on Michelle's pussy, by the way she was squirming, and the way one of my sister's hands was moving, I could tell she was really fingering her now, along with tickling her exposed clit with the other hand.

"Come on...tell me!" Kris pussy teased.

"Promise you won't freak out? Get mad?"

Kris quit working her cunt.  "I promise...who?"

"Your brother, Robbie," she confessed, and I could see the look of surprise in Kris's face when she said it.

It took a moment longer before she could actually speak, though she seemed to have finally composed herself when she did upon hearing that. "Yeah, he is sort of cute isn't he?" she said. "And not like a lot of other guys either."

"One of the reasons I'd make an exception for him," Michelle stated. "And ah...you going to finish what you started here? Or just leave me hanging?"

"Oh...sorry," Kris grinned, once again toying with Michelle's pussy, as my hand once again began toying with my cock, the imminent danger finally having passed for the moment anyway. "You do know that Rob's not really my brother either, my stepbrother," she then told her.

"Yeah, I know," Michelle moaned obviously enjoying the touch of my sister's hand on her. She opened her eyes then looking up at Kris. "Hey...doesn't that mean that you could actually do something with your brother, I mean stepbrother since you're not really related by blood and all? I mean...that's not exactly incest now is it?"

"No...it's not, not really. Nothing illegal about it either, just more of a moral, social acceptability more than anything else I guess."

"So have you two ever done anything?" Michelle asked curiously. "I mean after all, you two are bound to run into one another once in a while, haven't you?"

"Well sort of, yes..." I heard Kris tell her, which surprised me. "I mean nothing major mind you, we've never fucked or anything like that, but we have played with one another...yes."

"Oh fuck, that's hot!" Michelle groaned thinking about it as Kris continued working her pussy in earnest now. I was surprised she had told her that however. "So does he have a nice cock?"

Kris laughed. "Very nice yes, not overly big...but certainly not too small either. But the one thing about it, it does get fucking way hard!" They both giggled over that, though once again Michelle was doing more moaning than giggling as Kris continued toying with her cunt.

"So would you ever fuck him if you could?" Michelle asked.

Once again, I found myself holding my breath.

"I don't know...maybe. But I also do know this, and please Michelle, keep this to yourself, I don't want his friends and buddies teasing him about this, but I do know he's still a virgin. So it might very well be, he'd rather save that, and share it with someone he really cares about, and not just his sister."

"Step sister," Michelle said reminding her.

"Yeah, well...still."

"Keep going, I'm getting closer, don't stop now...tell me more, tell me something else you've fantasized about doing with him or want to do with him."

"Like what?" Kris asked, once again paying more specific attention to Michelle's pussy as she toyed and played with it, especially her hard swollen little nubbin.

"Would you let him eat your pussy if he wanted to?" she then asked her. 

Kris giggled, "Honest answer?"

"Fuck yes...please!"

"When I told you that I was sort of saving that for someone special?"

"Oh my God! You meant Robbie?"

I saw Kris's face turn beet red as she sat nodding her head. "Yeah...Rob, though I'd never ever in a million years tell him that, so don't you either! It's one thing to sort of fool around the little we have, something else entirely to take it to that level," she explained. And even though I've actually thought about it, I'm still not even sure I'm ready to ever let it go that far myself. So I might think about it, wonder about it, but I'm not sure I'd ever permit it to go to that extent."

"Hmm," Michelle moaned. "You know what I'd like to see or do."

"I can only imagine...what?"

"Would be to lick you, while Robbie was fucking you, now that...would be really fucking hot!"

Even Kris sighed pleasurably over that one. "Yeah, maybe that would be," she mused. "And maybe, that's what I'll lay here and think about when it's your turn to get me off," she openly admitted.  "And speaking of which..."

"Almost," Michelle sighed pleasurably, reaching up to begin pulling on both nipples with her fingers, "Start working my clit up and down, like you were jerking off a cock," she told my sister. "Oh yeah, yeah...just like that.  That's perfect! That's perfect! Keep going, keep going! Fuck...I'm almost there!"

Only a few moments later she was. I sat, watching as Michelle lifted her ass up off the couch, my sister's fingers still twiddling Michelle's clit, holding onto it, and working it just as she'd asked her to do. I could feel the cum threatening to skyrocket up my shaft, but I knew without any doubt whatsoever, that I wanted to wait. Wanted to wait to squirt, to cum, to explode, only when Kris did.

Once Michelle had come down from her exquisite high, she leaned over, pushing Kris down onto her back, and proceeded to toy with my sister's cunt in much the same way she had done to hers.

"So...you thinking how nice it would feel to have Robbie's cock sliding in and out of this wet little pussy of yours?" Michelle coaxed, "While I'm licking it?" she then added.

"Oh yes...yes!" Kris moaned excitedly, as I sat now stroking my cock, imagining it only now sliding in and out of my sister's pussy.

"Hmm, can you feel how hard it is going in and out of you?" Michelle went on, furthering the fantasy. "Can you feel it throbbing inside, wanting to cum, squirt, fill your pussy with all his hot wet sticky cream?"

"Oh fuck yes! Yes! I do! I do! I do!" Kris cried out, and it was obvious not only to Michelle, but to me, that she was at that very moment, seeing that very thing as she came.

I didn't even realize I was as well, until the wetness of my own spurtings were suddenly running down my chest. I could feel the streamers of my climax dripping down to pool on my stomach, then down around my balls, likewise covering the folding chair I was sitting on.

Once again the girls took several moments to compose themselves, and then stood as Michelle dressed, though I was pleasantly surprised to see that Kris didn't.

"Well, whenever you're ready to turn that fantasy into reality, let me know," Michelle said with a serious wink. "Because like I said, that's one of the few exceptions I'd be willing to make."

"I'll keep that in mind," Kris said smiling back, and then serious. "But remember Michelle, don't tell anyone I told you about any of this, especially about Rob's still being a virgin, ok?"

"Mum's the word," Michelle promised. "So...see you at practice tomorrow then yes?"

"Yes," Kris said, and then followed Michelle back up the stairs into the kitchen. I opened the folding doors, stood...and wandered out towards the hall where I stood listening. Hearing the back door open and then close, I stood waiting as I was fairly confident that Kris would return downstairs. When I heard her begin to do so, I stepped behind the wall waiting for her. The fact I hadn't dressed yet never crossed my mind, particularly, because I knew that Kris hadn't either, and she was no doubt on the way back down the stairs to gather up her things. She entered the room, unaware of my presence until I stepped around behind her, slipping my hands around her waist.  She screamed, turned and took a punch at me, which I just barely ducked away from.

"How the fuck!"

I burst out laughing, seeing the surprised, wild-eyed expression on her face, which suddenly turned to one of complete and total embarrassment.

"You were here? The entire time? Where?"

I looked over towards the storage closet having left it open where she now saw that I'd rearranged a lot of it, making just enough room in which I could sit the folding chair. Kris followed my gaze, and then knew I had seen as well as heard everything. What she then did confused me more than anything that had happened between us so far. She cried out once again, grabbing her uniform and dashed out of the den down the hall towards her bedroom. I heard her door open, and then slam shut, the lock turned.

Dumbfounded, I stood there naked in the hallway cum still running and dripping down my legs, wondering at what the fuck had just happened.

To be continued... 



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 03



I had gone down the hallway to Kris's bedroom and knocked.

"Go away!" She called out.

"Oh come on Kris, open up. What are you so upset about? What did I do?" I asked through the door. Long moments went by without her responding, as I stood there knocking once again. "Kris?"

"Please Rob, go away, leave me alone." There was another brief pause as I stood there unmoving, which I am sure she was listening for. "I said things. I didn't think you were here. I didn't see your car," she finished as I waited for more, sobbing through her clipped short responses.

"So? I didn't hear you say anything that upset me," I responded back though I was now wondering if she was upset because I'd actually seen her and Michelle fooling around. At the moment, I was more confused by her desire to be left alone since I'd thought I'd been given an open invitation to having spied on her in the first place. And though she had confidentially revealed the fact I was still a virgin, and had even confessed to Michelle a few things I hadn't known about her either, I was still in the dark as to why she seemed to be so upset.

"Please Rob, I need to be alone for a while," she said with a measure of finality, and hearing that, I finally turned and headed back upstairs to my room.

**

By the time I had showered, dressed, and come down to the kitchen expecting mom and dad's arrival home any minute now, I spotted a note she had left on the refrigerator for them.

"Had plans for the evening, be home late. Love Kris."

It was obvious to me, she had gone out in order to avoid me, at least for the night anyway. Whatever it was that was bugging her, I'd have to let it come around in its own time knowing Kris the way that I did. I decided then to call Steve, one of the guys I hung around with to see what he was up to on a Friday night. We decided to head to the Mall, scope out the babes, grab a bite to eat and then later head over to a party that he'd been invited to. When he told me that it was Kathy who was having it, I half wondered if Kris might in fact show up to it. I had misgivings about going initially. I knew that if she did, most likely several others, if not all of their squad would also be there, including Luke and Andrew, two guys on the squad as well, one of which, Luke, Kris had actually been going out with on occasion.

We arrived at the party around 8:15, and though Kathy was a little surprised to see me arrive with Steve, we'd gotten along well enough in the past that one more uninvited guest wasn't any big deal. But when I spotted Michelle along with Susan there, they were surprised, and I caught Michelle leaning over to say something to Susan, seeing the two of them looking up and smiling at me as they did. I hadn't intended to approach either of them, and didn't, heading over to the makeshift bar that had been set up, grabbing myself a beer. As I stood there surveying the rather large crowd that had gathered, I saw Michelle heading over towards me. The fact that she was, was totally out of character. Having had my own suspicions about her confirmed by Kris, I realized why she hadn't really had all that much to do with me whenever she'd come over to the house in the past. She'd always been cordial towards me yes, but never overly friendly. Now...as she approached, she was grinning, though as she spoke, I also realized she was already feeling whatever it was she'd been drinking all night.

"Hi Robbie," she half purred grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Surprised to see you here," she said then adding. "You come...with anyone?" She asked emphasizing the word, making me wonder if she'd done so on purpose for one as she continued to smile showing her teeth. I felt like I was being sized up for dinner or something.

"Just Steve," I admitted, and then asked. "Kris here too?" I saw a knowing look in her eyes, or thought I did, though it could have easily been my own over active imagination.

"Not yet, " she informed me. "But then Luke hasn't arrived yet either, so it's possible they'll be showing up together a bit later," she offered. "I think it's sweet that you're always looking out after her the way that you do," Michelle told me as I felt her hand reach out running a finger down my arm as she said it. "By the way, did you bring a suit?" she asked.

"A suit?"

"Yeah, you know, something to go swimming in later on," she asked inquisitively. I knew Kathy's parents had a very large swimming pool in the back yard, but I hadn't considered the fact it might be part of the festivities, especially as Steve hadn't mentioned anything about it to me earlier.

"No, I didn't."

Once again Michelle smiled at that. "Well that's ok, it's very possible that once this party gets going, you might not even need one!" With that, she turned heading back over to where Susan was standing, though I noticed that she had been looking over in our direction the entire time. Once again they seemed to whisper back and forth with one another, Michelle laughing, as then did Susan. I began wondering if coming here was such a good idea after all when I heard commotion at the door, saw Kathy greeting the new arrivals, two of which were indeed Kris and Luke as they came in together, hand in hand.

When she saw me, she immediately dropped Luke's hand, her face screwed up in real surprise though we locked eyes for only a moment. I watched her immediately scan the room, quickly locating Michelle and Susan, speaking a word at Luke, and then heading towards them. Once again I told myself that being here wasn't probably a very wise choice on my part, especially as I hadn't been exactly invited. I looked around intending to tell Steve that I'd probably leave, even though that meant a long walk home for me, saw him chatting it up with Kathy down the hall. I knew Steve had a bit of a thing for her ever since she'd broken things off with her ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago. And by the looks of it as they appeared to get a little affectionate in the hallway, it appeared to me that things were proceeding in a good direction for them. I waited, intending to let them have a moment or two more when Kris suddenly stood at my side, grabbing my arm.

"Come with me," she said all but yanking me outside towards the pool area. Once again I looked up, saw Michelle and Susan still staring at the two of us with smiles on their faces as Kris led me outside. "What're you doing here?" She asked.

"Steve," I said simply by way of response. Obviously Kris knew about Kathy and Steve's new little romance, so it answered that question anyway. "But I didn't know you were coming here tonight either," I said somewhat lamely, though it obviously made more sense that she would be as opposed to my showing up expectedly. "And you and I still need to talk," I informed her. "I still don't understand why you got so upset!"

"Yeah, later...maybe tomorrow," she said somewhat nervously looking around, and I wondered if she was in fact trying to see where Luke was, and if he was perhaps looking for her. "I don't know that you'll want to stick around here," she then added curiously.

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because...because Kathy's pool parties tend to get a little wild," she confessed. Ironically, it was at that very moment that two of the other guys that were there, came outside carrying another girl whose name I knew, but had never met. She was wearing nothing more than a bra and a pair of panties as they carried her outside, swinging her, threatening to throw her into the pool. Several others had followed watching, the chant of "Toss her, toss her, toss her!" Already beginning amongst those who'd come out.

"Too late," I said watching it all. "And besides, I'm in a mood for something wild now anyway," I tossed back at her. Kris gave me a sour look.

"Fine, suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you," she then added, turned, and headed back over to where I now saw Luke was standing. Seconds later we all heard the splash as Janice, the girl they'd been swinging back and forth, was actually tossed into the pool amongst several cheers and laughter. That was immediately followed by several others who now began pushing many others in, clothes and all.

"Like I said...told you, you wouldn't need a suit," Michelle said from out of nowhere. I turned at the sound of her voice, which is when she pushed. I had just enough time to grab out at her however as I lost my balance, grabbing onto the only thing that I could as I did so, which was her blouse. Almost as though I was seeing everything in slow motion, I saw her blouse suddenly pop open, several buttons on it flying off in differing directions, her bra clad breasts momentarily revealed to me along with everyone else. After that, it was the two of us hitting the water amongst several cheers and continued laughter.

We came up sputtering facing one another as we did. "Sorry!" I immediately told her, worried for a moment she'd be mad at me for ruining her blouse. Michelle was laughing however instead.

"Don't worry about it, not one of my favorite ones," she told me. "And I hadn't planned on wearing it very long either, which obviously...is now the case." It was at that moment, she suddenly held up her bra out of the water, tossing it over onto the bank, revealing to me as she did, though she was still partially hidden beneath the water that she'd just then removed it. Looking about, it was obvious that several other girls were doing so now as well, though most like Michelle were taking theirs off in the pool after being tossed in.

"So, glad you...came?" she said emphasizing the word once again, smiling at me. I began to wonder if perhaps Kris had said anything to her about my having watched the two of them together. I decided not to bring it up however in the event that she hadn't, waiting to see if she did, or elaborated on it any further. "By the way," she grinned as I felt her hands suddenly begin to lift up on the hem of my tee shirt. "Did your sister tell you anything about me?" she asked.

"Stepsister," I corrected her as she pulled it up and over my head, tossing it along side where her bra was now laying.

"Whatever," she grinned back at me, now fumbling with the belt buckle and zipper on my jeans. "So did she?"

I looked up wondering if Kris was around looking at us, but didn't see her as Michelle managed to get my pants undone. But before I could answer her question, she'd ducked beneath the water in an effort to pull them the rest of the way off. As she did, she basically pulled me down with her. Underwater, as my pants came the rest of the way off, I got a nice long look at her boobs as they floated and seemed to swim in two directions at once all by themselves. Her eyes caught mine, and she smiled, bubbles immediately exploding from her mouth in laughter. We broke surface again.

"So...did she?"

I didn't know if Michelle was fishing or what, deciding to play it safe rather than giving anything away. So I played dumb instead. "About what?" I shot back, though now I felt her body suddenly come up a hell of a lot closer to mine. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, her hand suddenly reaching down, easily locating my somewhat flaccid penis.

"Oh nothing, was just curious," Michelle said, releasing my prick for a moment, which had begun stiffening, seconds later showing me she had likewise now removed the shorts she'd been wearing. Like me, Michelle was now entirely naked.

Though so were a great many other people in the pool now as well. And though there was still a lot of laughter going on, it had suddenly gotten a bit quieter too. Many couples were kissing, or fooling around there in the water, which became quickly evident. Even Steve and Kathy were now in the pool, no doubt feeling one another up underneath the diving board a short distance away from us by the looks of it.

The pool was starting to get a little crowded now as most everyone had gotten in, though a few had remained just standing, or sitting outside watching everyone else. I noticed however that Kris and Luke weren't amongst them, they were obviously somewhere else together, and my mind began wondering if they hadn't in fact gone off into one of the bedrooms together instead of staying out here.

Michelle's hand was starting to have some effect on me too as I rapidly stiffened as she continued fondling me beneath the water. "Finger me...make me cum," she then said continuing to stroke me with one hand, taking my hand in hers with the other, guiding it towards herself. In the next instant, she had placed it upon her split, easing my middle finger inside her. I was surprised at how wet and slippery she was beneath the water. "Oh yeah, yeah," she moaned softly against my neck. "Play with it, finger it," she groaned hotly. I began doing so, easing my finger in and out of that tight slick little crevice, all the while looking about at the others in the pool with us. Steve had in fact lifted Kathy up, she now held onto the end of the board out of the water, her bare breasts clearly revealed to everyone as Steve reached up, playing with them, pulling on her nipples as she hung there excitedly, giggling unabashedly without any inhibitions whatsoever as he did so.

"I wouldn't mind doing that myself," Michelle said looking over at the two of them. "But unfortunately, Kathy is very...very, straight," she said, basically admitting to me that she was also attracted to women, looking at my face now for any sort of a reaction. I guess there wasn't enough surprise in my face as she said that. "So...Kris HAS told you a few things, hasn't she?" she stated. There was no point in denying it now.

"Just a little," I admitted, digging my finger a little deeper inside her as I said that, feeling her squirming around on it as I worked it in and out of her, teasing her clit simultaneously. She was moaning quite obviously now, almost humping herself against me in the water when I looked up just in time to see Kris step outside. Luke wasn't with her as she did so. I saw her spot Michelle and I, a hurt look on her face when she did, though she also smiled at seeing me. She walked over kneeling down near the diving board as Kathy swam over to the bank in order to talk to her. They spoke for a moment, and then Kris stood walking back inside without looking back again.

"Don't stop!" Michelle said suddenly, making me realize I had. "I'm nearly there!" she informed me a second after that.

I continued, though my head wasn't in it, which surprised me. Here I was with a gorgeous bare-naked woman in the pool, my finger buried to the hilt inside her wet slippery pussy, and I was worried about Kris having seen the look on her face as she spotted Michelle and I obviously fooling around beneath the water. Only moments later, Michelle was indeed enjoying a sweet little climax, going so far as to bite on my neck as she came, somewhat muffling the ecstasy of her pleasure when she did.

To be honest, I was surprised to discover that I'd actually gotten flaccid again, even though I had stood there fingering Michelle to a nice little cum. As she stood gathering herself there in the water, I stepped over towards the bank intending to climb out.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I need to get something to drink," I told her with half a smile, Kathy and Steve just then reaching her at the same time. I used that moment as they stole her attention from me, climbing out of the pool, gathering my clothing. I then grabbed a dry towel, several of which, Kathy had placed around the pool earlier. Wrapping one about my waist, I walked inside the house. Susan, stood next to the bar sipping a beer, likewise with a towel wrapped about herself though she hadn't gone into the pool yet. I walked over to her.

"Hey Susan, you know where Kris is?" I asked curiously. With another one of those somewhat knowing looks, she answered.

"Yeah, she left. Something about a headache and not feeling very well. Luke wasn't too happy about having to take her home either, though he said he'd be back. I think...they've been fighting though, which is why she probably left."

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked holding up my wet clothing. "I think I'm probably going to leave here too," I then told her, knowing she'd no doubt pass the word along to Michelle that I had. Susan smiled, though she didn't say anything more to me about that, just pointing out where the bathroom was.

"Well, when you see her, remind her that we're coming over tomorrow night to work on those new cheers," she told me. "And tell her...I hope she's feeling better."

"I will," I said heading off to the bathroom. I soon changed back into my wet clothes, and though it was a good half hour to forty-five minute walk home since I hadn't driven myself, it would at least dry out my clothes as the evening night was still hot by the time that I got there.

It was just past eleven when I did. Not too surprisingly, all the lights were off. Mom and dad were no doubt in bed already, it was "fuck night" for them as Kris and I had come to know it, which meant they'd retired early themselves and wouldn't be making an appearance again until morning. I let myself in, the overhead stove light the only thing on in the kitchen, quietly opening the door, and then stood in the hallway trying to decide if I should just go upstairs to my room, or downstairs and see if Kris might still be up and awake, and wanting...or even willing to talk if she was.

I decided on the later.

I crept down the stairs quietly. Reaching the landing, I turned listening, looking. There was a very dim light still coming from under the door in her bedroom, though her door was closed. I walked over to the door and stood there listening for a moment, but all I could hear was the sound of water falling. Kris had one of those expensive moving pictures that she'd been given as a gift a while back. A gorgeous photo of a falls somewhere over in the Hawaiian Islands, it even looked like it was real though in miniature, with the soft sounds of water falling coming from it, which was powered by batteries. I tried the knob on her door, surprised when it turned in my hand. She hadn't locked it. Normally, I would have knocked out of respect for her privacy, something we both did. But this time I didn't, not wanting to run the risk of her getting up, locking it instead, and telling me to go away again. I turned the knob the rest of the way quietly, opening it, and then peering in. What I saw took me totally by surprise.

Kris was naked, she was half kneeling there on her bed, her face buried between her pillows, panting hotly. One hand was down between her legs, where she knelt fingering herself, totally oblivious to my presence, though I had been extra careful when coming down the hallway, and then eventually opening her door. Quiet as a mouse, I stripped off my still slightly damp tee shirt and jeans, placing them carefully and quietly there on the floor, now stepping all the way inside her room, closing it behind me. Kris continued to kneel there teasing and pleasuring herself, completely unaware of my presence. I stood for several long moments, just watching her, wondering if what I was about to do would freak her out or what. But seeing her there the way she was, had already made the decision for me, right or wrong, and I was willing to accept whatever consequences came my way because of it.

Literally tip-toeing my way over towards her, the only sound being the waterfall and Kris's still panting breath as she edged nearer and nearer to climax, I leaned over inch by inch, and then kissed the softness of my sister's ass.

If she'd have been a cat, she'd have gone five feet straight up in the air, performed a series of twisting summersaults, and still landed on all four feet again before tearing off in a blur. The point being, she wasn't. What she did do however was kick out straight back while turning, though she did at least manage to do all that mid-air. Her foot, or maybe both even, though I was in too much pain at the moment to clearly remember, had caught me square in the balls. All I remember was being thrown back away from the bed, landing on the floor where I curled up in a tight little ball holding onto myself, tears mixed with stars filling my head. And the sound of this far away echoing voice, which I believe, was my sisters.




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 03



"What the fuck are you doing here?" At least I think that's what she said. Though it sounded more like "Whthfuckrudohere!" All one word. Unable to answer her, let alone breathe, I just lay there moaning, trying to remember who I was, and what I was doing there in the first place when I suddenly felt her kneeling by my side. Words finally starting to reach me as she spoke, a bit more calmly this time.

"I'm sorry Robbie, are you ok?" she asked softly, though her next sentence had gone up a full octave, "But you scared the shit out of me!"

I was almost surprised that I literally hadn't, though again checking myself to see if I had, relieved to find I hadn't, though wondering now if I still had any balls left. I wouldn't have been at all surprised to find them dangling on the doorknob behind me as hard as she'd managed to kick me.

"Fuck Kris...I'm sorry," I just managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Bet you are!" she said seriously, though I then actually heard her laugh, though she was still trying to be somewhat apologetic about it too. "Next time you decide to try something like that, try telling me first!" she said trying to keep it together.

"If there will ever even be a next time," I said finally able to sit up somewhat though my hands were still down between my legs, checking to see if I actually had been seriously injured. My balls were still smarting, throbbing in a bad way as I looked up. But admittedly, it was ironically pleasant to see my very nude sister kneeling there beside me, a worried look on her face, though one corner of her lip was turned up as she fought to hold a smile.

"What are you doing home anyway?" She then asked. "I thought...you were having a good time at the party!"

"I came home to talk to you," I then said. "And no...not really," I said answering the second question.

"With what....your dick?" she asked me pointedly. "Or are you in the habit of just being naked whenever you want to sit down and talk?" she then asked me.

"Well, that was my original intention," I assured her. "Until I saw you, and then after that, maybe I was thinking more with my dick than with anything else, but you certainly taught me that probably wasn't a very wise choice."

She did laugh then.

"Here, let me help you up," she offered, taking my hand and putting it around herself as she stood, helping to lift me and then leading me over towards her bed where we both collapsed down onto it unceremoniously. "I just hope you didn't wake up mom and dad, you certainly landed hard enough."

"So did you," I reminded her, once again looking down to see if I was bleeding, or had broken anything. It still felt like it.

"Let me see..." she said pushing me down onto my back. Though she could have managed that with a single finger, all the strength had gone out of me as I flopped onto her bed on my back.

I felt Kris's hand on my now extremely flaccid prick, though she gently waggled it a little. "Well...nothing look's broken at least," she said looking me over, though my balls still felt like cracked eggs. "Want me to kiss it better for you?" She half chuckled.

"Yeah, would you?" I chuckled back, not really meaning for her too, nor certainly expecting it either. But that's when I felt her lips press lightly against the tip of it, doing just that. But she didn't leave it there either. In the next instant, I felt a second kiss, this one a bit further down on my shaft, and the next on my still very tender ball-sack, though she seemed to be even gentler there when doing it. Needless to say, I was as limp as a wet noodle. So when I felt Kris's mouth totally engulf me, I was surprised to say the least, not that she couldn't, like I said...at that moment there wasn't enough meat there to even come close to doing that. But what had surprised me, is that she'd done that in the first place.

"Kris..." I moaned, whatever pain I'd once felt or had been feeling, suddenly gone in the twinkling of an eye, now replaced by an entirely different sensation. "You don't..."

"Shut up," she mouthed around me. "Don't say anything, not now anyway. We'll talk later."

What she had once done to me with her hand, she now did to me with her mouth and her lips, only this was ten times better. I was again seeing stars, only this time, I could truly appreciate them. Unlike any time I'd ever felt previously with anyone, the sensations I now felt took me to places I never even knew existed. Her lips were velvety soft, her tongue (unlike a cats) was slippery soft, lapping at me with fleeting little tickling strokes between equally soft loving sucks and kisses that soon had my once small dinky little prick, now standing proudly at full staff. So much so, that Kris could no longer hold the entire length of it in the palm of her hand.

"Better?" she now asked as she continued running her tongue up and down the length of it, nibbling gently on the swollen, now angry (pleasurably so) looking head of it.

"Oh fuck yes...much!" I just managed to moan through once again gritted teeth, but this time doing so pleasurably, trying to will myself from not succumbing to the intensity of this erotic sensation.

Able to sit up now without any pain whatsoever, I did so, watching her as she lovingly paid homage to my prick. I enjoyed the view of her lovely firm breasts dangling beneath her, especially when she took one of them, holding it in her hand, rubbing it up and down the length of my cock, even going so far as to press her hard extended little nipple into the tiny eye-slit of my dick as though trying to fuck it. I watched when she pulled it away, a thin sliver of stringy pearl-like cum dew clinging to it, which she quickly used to smear and tease the tip of her nipple with before repeating the entire process with her other breast.

Kris soon after went back to gingerly licking and sucking me, my once sore tender balls, now tightening with pleasured expectation, the tingly hint of eventual release only then beginning to make itself known. I was close now, wondering if perhaps I should warn her, but she seemed to already sense it herself.

"I want to watch you actually cum this time," she told me softly. "I want to feel it on my breasts when you do," she then added. She licked and sucked me only a moment more, the eruption evident as I fought against it, her lips finally vacating my shaft as she knelt above me, now holding and aiming my rock hard prick between her tits. All I did was look at her, my eyes saying it all as I came, Kris quickly glancing down, watching the first spew of my cream as it leapt from the head of my dick, splashing against her breast in a series of thick copious discharges that never seemed to end as one after another continued spurting against her until it was dripping off her like melting icicles. Only after she was sure that she'd milked out every last drop from my still throbbing prick did she roll over onto her back. I lay, trying to catch my breath, watching as she ran her hands over and through the lake of spunk I had coated her breasts with. Massaging her breasts, covering them entirely, she then took some of the excess, running her hands down between her legs where she began coating her beautiful bare swollen pussy lips with it as well. I could only lay there mesmerized, seeing Kris as she playfully used my cream to further pleasure herself with. I watched as she spread her lips even further apart, her tiny little nodule of bliss popping out, all pink headed and glistening as she swabbed it with a sticky coated finger tip, feeding it my cream. She moaned pleasurably as she did so, causing me to roll over onto my side, reaching out towards her in order to help, though she stayed my hand.

"No, not this time...just watch," she said hotly aroused.

And I did watch. I watched as Kris touched herself for me, watched as she took the essence of my very being and slid some of it inside herself with her fingers, or continued rubbing it, stroking her hard little clitoris like a tiny cock until she began shaking uncontrollably, the tremors of pleasure now seizing her body in an involuntary fashion. I heard her breath once again begin to pant, the tiny little catches in between alerting me to the fact she was nearing her orgasm, my hands now seeking out her breasts. Kris at least allowed me this one minor joining to her as she came, my fingers now holding, rolling, lightly pinching her hard stiff nipples as she cried out vocally, allowing the sweetness of her pleasure to boil over deep within her gut, rolling out in low deep-throated tones until the music of that specific sound became one note, which she held for a very, very long time.

**

We lay, just holding one another for a very long time after that. I think we had both even slept for a while, waking up at the first movement, no matter how minor or subtle it had been, dosing off again, still holding, still listening to one another's hearts beating as we lay side by side.

Long before the sun rose however, Kris woke, gently waking me up. "Rob, you need to go back to your own room," she said shaking me awake. "Dad will be up soon for his weekly golf game, and then so will mother," she reminded me unnecessarily. And though I didn't want to, I soon after rolled out of bed. "How about I come back down after they've left?" I suggested hopefully.

"Not today," she said tiredly. "I've got a lot going on myself today too," she quickly added. "And...you and I still need to sit down and talk at some point," she then expressed. "Things are getting a little out of hand," she then added suddenly putting a damper on the entire evening we'd just spent together. Once again, I got the distinct impression that Kris was having misgivings about the little we had done. "And before things go any further, if they even do, we need to sit down and talk about it," she told me, all but escorting me towards the door as she did so. "So scoot...before dad gets up and sees you running around the house naked!" At least she did smile at that.

I had gone up to my room and immediately fallen asleep for another two and a half hours before waking up. When I did, the house was quiet. Not at all unexpectedly, I knew by the time that dad was out on the course, mom was half way across town visiting with her own girlfriends, and though I couldn't hear it, I assumed that Kris was perhaps finishing her wash and most likely by now folding it and putting it away. I came downstairs needing a cup of coffee, paused at the kitchen window looking out, and saw that my sister's car wasn't in the drive. It was now obvious no one was home at all. I walked over to pour a cup of coffee and saw a letter with my name on it propped up against the side of the coffee maker. I continued pouring my cup, then opening the envelope and sat down to read what Kris had written.

"Robbie," she began, something she very rarely called me personally, usually only when she was trying to keep things light between us, but it was also a habit she'd begun using whenever she had bad news to tell me too. Already I had a sense of foreboding as I continued. "As much as I enjoyed last night, as well as the last time we were together, I've sat here thinking about where it might be leading us both. As I did, I realized that nothing can come out of it except for heartache, for either one of us. I recalled the way you looked with Michelle, and admittedly I was jealous, and I had to ask myself why it was that I was. I have no right to be, any more than you have any right to be over me with whomever I may see or date in the future. We both know that to get any more deeply involved in fooling around, as much as we both might want to, it isn't going to do either one of us any good."

I took a breath, looked up, peering out the window, not wanting to read the rest of the letter, but I found I couldn't not either.

"Now, having said all that. I also know the temptation is too great to ignore either. And I know deep down inside that I can't refrain from wanting to continue, to feel and know the excitement I've felt in being with you. But I can't trust myself, nor you for that matter to leave it as such, not taking it any further than we already have. I do think this, and it's up to you to decide for yourself now if you can agree to this or not. Though I will leave it entirely up to you. As I'm sure you now know, I spoke with both Susan and Michelle at length about this yesterday just before I came over to Kathy's party. I told them both some of the things we've done and talked about yes. Though I didn't tell Michelle that you were in the closet watching the two of us when she came over. I did however, tell Susan that I later discovered you watching us in the bedroom when we were trying on clothes. She got rather aroused at knowing that you had, as did Michelle, especially after the things we shared together. Anyway, I told them that I didn't have a problem doing "some" things with you there, provided they were as well, so that nothing else would then happen between us beyond that which we've already done. It's the only way I know that I can keep myself in check around you Robbie. 

"So like I said, it's entirely up to you now if you can't or won't agree to this. But I am on my way over to talk to Michelle and Susan about it. They've already agreed it might be fun and exciting to include you the next time we're together. And in fact, the opportunity to do that would be tonight. As you know mom and dad are going over to Mark and Joanne's place for dinner and to play cards this evening. I've already told them that the girls are coming over to work on our new routines while they're gone. So again...it's up to you. They're coming over at seven. If you're there, then know you're welcome to come down to my room and party with us. If you're not...I'll certainly understand and accept your decision Robbie, but you need to know, if you don't think you can do that, or want to, then we can't ever mention this subject again. I can't keep doing that, or this under those circumstances. As long as I feel like it's not just you and me, one on one, then maybe I can deal with it a lot better, since I know under those conditions, we're both aware it's not going to go any further between us. So...if you're here and decide to join us after they arrive, then we'll take it from there. If not...then let's both accept the situation and not bring it up again, nor tempt one another after this either ok? Anyway, think about it Robbie, whatever you decide is fine by me too. Love, Kris."

I sat thinking about what I'd just read, and then read the letter again twice after that. I couldn't believe what I'd just read, and was now thinking. There wasn't a single guy friend that I knew or had that wouldn't jump at the chance to be in my shoes. To participate in what was obviously a mini-orgy with three very attractive and very beautiful women, which also didn't mind fooling around and touching one another either, was the kind of thing that wet-dreams were made from. And yet, as much as I did find both Susan as well as Michelle very, very attractive, and certainly exciting enough, it was the thought of Kris, my own sister, or rather stepsister as I once again reminded myself, that aroused and excited me the most.

I went back upstairs to my room, slipped back into bed, saying to hell with the laundry and chores I still had remaining to do. I had a lot to think about, and seven o'clock was a long way away, a very long ways away. 

To be continued...



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 04



I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours Chapter Four

I had gone outside and mowed the front and back lawn trying to keep myself busy. But the entire time, I replayed her words over and over inside my head. Kris had made it clear to me that she couldn't, or wouldn't rather...continue on with a one on one situation between us. To some extent, I understood her reasoning. But the truth of the matter was for me at least, I had already come to accept that I had much deeper feelings towards her than I perhaps should have.

By the time I had finished, I was no closer to a decision nor an understanding of what I was going to do by the time seven o'clock rolled around. She'd stated that she had gone to discuss all of this with Susan and Michelle. And though Michelle had made it clear enough that she was more than interested in messing around with my being there, I wasn't as sure that Susan would be. I sat pondering over the very real possibility that I could find myself enjoying three very beautiful women together, one of which was my own stepsister Kris. And now according to what she'd given me to know, it would be the only way I would ever be able to enjoy being with her again too.

It was a very strange, very odd position that I now found myself in. To anyone else, at least the guys I knew and hung out with, they'd have jumped at the chance at something like this. I was considering it merely because it was the only way I'd ever be with Kris again. And even then, I still wasn't at all sure as to what that might include, or not include.

It was just after six when I headed back upstairs to shower. Mom and dad had just left for the evening for dinner and cards with their friends. They'd left word they'd be out late as they usually were, letting me know that Kris, Michelle and Susan, along with myself would have the entire place to ourselves. Even as I showered I knew they'd be arriving anytime now, and my appearance downstairs in Kris's room would signify my acceptance of her terms and reasoning. I knew as I toweled myself dry, that if I did indeed go down to her room, it meant I'd accepted those terms and had agreed to them. Whatever happened then between all three of us, would mean there was no going back. If I didn't join them, then Kris would likewise accept my decision, and that meant there would never again be any possibility of ever doing anything with her again either.

I sat on the bed looking at the clock on my dresser. It was 6:55; I'd heard the girls arrive well over ten minutes ago. They're normal laughter, joking about, and the familiar sounds I had always heard when they'd come over before were the same as they'd always been. Why I thought it would be any different, for whatever reason, annoyed me. In a silly way, I felt like they should have been more subdued on their arrival or something. At least that Kris would have been perhaps if not the other two girls. But her laughter, her frivolity had sounded the loudest of them all as they eventually took their banter downstairs with them. Only after that, did the house once again become quiet.

I sat watching the minute hand slowly creeping towards seven. Rather than aroused, excited, anxious yes...I felt more like a condemned man on death row instead. If I stayed, I was throwing away any chance I had of seeing, and enjoying any form of pleasure with Kris again. If I went, I would have that and more...but I would also never have, enjoy, or ever hope to further the intimate closeness I thought Kris and I had been well on the way to having together.

"Fuck!" I said standing up. It was a minute past seven now. Having felt the gradual almost unwanted arousal growing between my legs, I knew then that my decision had been made. I took one last look in the mirror at myself as I opened the door and headed downstairs towards Kris's bedroom. The eyes I saw looking back at me when I did were no longer my own.

**

The only thing I had worn was a pair of cutoff jeans and nothing else. I had no idea what to expect really as I stood there outside her door, but I figured whatever it was, whatever happened now, I wasn't going to waste time with any more preliminaries either. If this was how it was going to be between us, then I was prepared now to submerse myself into it fully and completely. Even as I prepared to knock on her door, I listened momentarily, no sounds coming through that indicated what was taking place on the other side of that door. The fact I couldn't hear much of anything spoke volumes. I'd have expected to hear the continued sounds of laughter, their talking, and their normal, typical female silliness as I saw it happening inside. There was none of that.

I knocked. One tap, and then two quick ones.

Long ago Kris and I had agreed upon a signal alerting each of us as to who was outside the door. Though there wasn't any real concern about mom and dad coming back for any reason, especially as they'd left well over an hour ago now, I still knocked the way I always had, letting her know in an instant I was there. The door opened. Kris stood, beautifully and wonderfully naked, surprising me to some extent as I hadn't really expected to find her, nor the other two girls so surprisingly displayed. But displayed they were, especially as I stepped in, Kris now closing and locking the door behind me as I did so.

One of the reasons things had been so quiet, at least to some extent anyway, was the fact that Susan lay on the bed, Michelle comfortably positioned between her legs. She looked back towards me briefly as I entered, as had Susan. Both wonderfully naked, Susan at the moment consumed by whatever magic it was that Michelle's lips and tongue was performing on her wet succulent pussy. The very sounds of which I could now easily hear as I stood there. I wondered briefly what role that Kris might have been playing before my arrival, which she then answered to some extent as she stepped back towards the bed, climbing on, and then moving back to where I imagined she had been before coming in.

"Help yourself," she told me, leaning over to again capture one of Susan's sweet pink-tipped breasts between her lips, gently sucking on her hard puckered nipple. I don't even remember doing it, but I unbuttoned, and then unzipped my jeans, feeling them fall down around my ankles as I walked towards the bed stepping out of them. In seconds, I had joined them, reaching out to capture one of Susan's magnificent breasts within my hands, likewise now licking, and flicking it with my tongue just as Kris was doing.

"We're all glad you came," Michelle said pausing briefly as she looked up towards me, just her eyes revealed as her mouth remained hidden, still hungrily devouring the succulent sounding garden of her friend even as she spoke to me.

My initial reluctance at coming downstairs to Kris's bedroom had evaporated like dry ice on hot asphalt. The pure sensuality of participating to the degree I now was, had planted the seeds of acceptance, cultivating the bloom of reasoning as it began to sprout within my mind and soul, just as my cock stiffened, sprouting in its own natural normal way as I sat there sucking one of Susan's tits. With my free hand, I reached over, cupping one of Kris's breasts as well, hearing her pleasured sigh, the smile that now appeared on her face as I did so. The worry and concern I had seen upon entering, now gone. For the moment at least, I was content with that as I playfully fondled Kris's hard extended nipple between my fingers, my lips once again tickling and teasing one of Susan's. Susan moaned and sighed pleasurably beneath us as Michelle continued on, happily and excitedly lapping away at her friend's sweet naked cunt.

How long she'd been actually doing this I had no idea, but perhaps my mere presence, finally joining them had heightened her arousal to the level that orgasm for her seemed imminent. Susan suddenly sat up, her eyes opening wide, and then just as quickly closing. The deep-throated cry of release, followed by her back suddenly arching, thrusting her hips, her pelvis wantonly against Michelle's face. Kris and I turned looking at one another, seeing Susan climaxing somehow reminded us both of the exquisite joy we'd both given and shared with one another previously. Even as she let go of Susan's breast, now reaching over, her hand wrapping itself around my hard stiff cock, I could only wonder just how far she was willing to go here with me, what she would allow herself to do, or me to do, especially with a captured audience watching us when we did.

"Fuck that was nice!" Susan said finally coming out of her revelry. "That almost...and I said almost, has me reconsidering my gender choices," she laughed as Michelle finally rose up coming over to give her a kiss, sharing the taste of her own pussy with her as she did so.

"So...who's next?" Michelle sat grinning at Kris and I.

I don't know what they'd discussed, talked about, or had decided upon, but I wasn't about to sit there and wait to find out either. I had already made up my mind as to what I wanted to do, whether Michelle and Susan where there or not. Before Kris even realized my intentions, I moved over towards her, pushing her back onto the bed. She looked up towards me in surprise, began to speak, which at first sounded a little like a worried protest, but I quickly kept her from doing so by kissing her deeply. I think that act itself both startled as well as surprised the two girls. I heard Michelle gasp, just as Susan giggled at the sudden unexpected sight of me now lying on top of Kris, kissing her passionately and thoroughly. At first Kris struggled against it, as though trying to decide if this was part of what she wanted to do, but then she gave in to it, kissing me back just as passionately as I was kissing her.

"I wonder if he eats pussy as well as he obviously knows how to kiss?" Michelle said curiously, breaking the mood and the moment to some extent. Only then did I feel Kris's hands release themselves from around my neck, onto my chest, finally pushing me off and away from her.

"I guess, she's about to find out," I said simply, and once again moved before anyone really knew what I was about to do. Once again Kris moved as though she might actually roll off the bed, but I seized her legs long before she could do that, settling in between them, one hand on each thigh, spreading her apart as though fighting with her over the wishbone of the turkey like we'd done in the past. I felt her begin to fight me, a vain attempt at dislodging me, her legs trying to come together, but I held her even more firmly, far stronger as I splayed her apart obscenely, decadently, holding her in place. 

"No!" I said looking at her directly. "You and I both know what you said, what you meant...and if this is the only way that I can hope to know this, to share this with you, the way you've done for me, then so be it!"

Whatever hesitation she might have had, whatever emotions she might have been struggling with, simply melted away in that moment. I now lowered myself comfortably between Kris's legs, which now remained parted, even spreading a little as I settled myself in. I closed my eyes, wanting to focus that first initial touch of my tongue to her most feminine of places. She was slick, already very much so, her arousal evident as I ran my tongue up her groove, the headiness of her aroma assailing my senses as I did so. But it was the sound of her delighted cry, her voice catching, her breath suddenly lost as my tongue slowly worked its way up her delicious center. I stopped briefly at her clit, her precious little pea sitting there expectantly waiting as I consumed it, lapping at it tenderly before continuing the journey back down, once again savoring the sweetness of her now very abundant fluids as they began leaking out of her in wanton need and desire.

"Holy shit!" Susan moaned, now sitting near Kris's head as she lay on the bed. I finally opened my eyes, glancing up, watching her as she and Michelle both sat watching me, watching us. Susan stroked her own breast, one hand disappearing down between her legs. And though at the angle I was currently in, I couldn't see much of what she was doing, her subtle hand movements gave away the fact she was indeed playing with herself, just as Michelle was now doing. "Is this hot...or what?" she moaned pleasurably.

I heard Michelle giggle in response. "Even I have to admit that it is," she proclaimed. "As much as I enjoy doing that myself, and have always wanted to be the first one to go down on Kris here, seeing Rob doing it, is erotic as hell. And it would appear by the expression on her face, that she's very much enjoying it too!"

Kris was. I could tell that much myself. Not by her sighs of pleasure even, but how the goose bumps seemed to appear everywhere at once, my hands suddenly riding on waves of them as they chased one another up and down her legs. The way she quivered beneath me, uncontrollably so, the fluids that now ran from her in tiny little rivulets of pre-orgasmic joy. The catch of her breath, the bounce of her ass, which my hands now held firmly, sliding beneath her as I helped to raise her sweet succulent split upwards, driving into her with my face.

"Fuck!" Michelle squealed delightfully. "For someone that's never done this before, he's sure as hell a quick learner by the looks of it!" She exclaimed.

Though hearing the praise from someone like Michelle, an obvious expert at cunnilingus, it was my own sisters welcomed praise that I derived the most pleasure in getting, and not through her words, but through the continued gasps, shivers and quakes of her entire being as I devoured her inside and out with my lips, mouth and tongue.

"Oh my God!" She finally allowed herself to expel, the words coming out of her mouth like a runaway freight train, repeating them again, over and over. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh...my...God!" she screamed the last, the explosion which now overtook her, the intensity of which had been so unexpected, unannounced when it came. Whatever I had done, however I'd been doing it, had obviously been the right thing. Capturing her blood engorged clit between my lips, I held it, sucking it like a tiny finger, my tongue lavishing the surface of it even as I did so, thrumming it, stroking it, somehow holding on to it as she thrashed, now bouncing about almost wildly. Only when her hands came down to rest themselves on my head did I sense her signal, the all too sweet tenderness settling in. And even then, I didn't part from her, the faintest, lightest touch of my tongue tip, still connected to her, resting against her as she fought to regain her breath and sense of awareness.

She would later tell me when we were alone, that she had felt much like a bowl of thawing Jell-O, as she lay there, unable to move, to lift her arms, or even to raise her head. So great had been the ecstasy of her pleasures, the all-consuming joy of her orgasmic release.

Almost comatose, Kris lay quietly beneath me as I finally sat up, my sister's sweet essence still coating my lips. As one, both Susan as well as Michelle moved towards me, their intentions now obvious. As they did so, I again glanced towards Kris, though she lay unmoving, as though she was uncaring, yet she must have sensed the movement around her, especially as Susan spoke.

"Now...it's your turn!" she challenged hotly. Hard, and about as stiff and erect as I could ever remember, I let the two of them now force me onto my back. Almost immediately two pairs of hands began fondling, stroking, and teasing me mercilessly. Admittedly aroused, I lay there allowing them to do that, quickly succumbing to their ministrations, moment's later feeling yet a third set of hands that forced me to open my eyes, seeing Kris who'd now joined her two friends. The playfulness of that moment causing me to laugh now as well, just as they were. I felt Michelle wrap her hand around the base of my shaft, watching and then feeling Susan as she placed hers next to Michelle's doing the same. And though there wasn't quite enough of my shaft remaining for Kris to do that too, she instead grabbed the tip with her fingers, reminding me of days gone by when choosing up teams for a baseball game. It was the exact same way we would very often hold the bat. The last, like Kris now, gripping what was left as everyone else let go, an opposing team member kicking at the bat with their feet, trying to dislodge the hand. I laughed out loud.

"What?" The girls asked.

"Let's just say, I had a momentary panic, wondering whose foot might kick the bat being held," I tried explaining. The reasoning of which, went over Michelle and Susan's heads, though Kris now caught on, laughing hysterically herself.

"I promise, no more kicking," she told me. "Provided you warn me first before you do anything," she then added.

Only then did the other two catch on, already having heard the story earlier of what I had so stupidly done, and how Kris had unintentionally nailed me between the legs, nearly knocking me out.

"Only kisses, lots and lots of kisses, sucks, and licks!" Kris now promised me, bending over as she lightly tapped the tip of my prick with her flicking tongue. Susan, immediately took her cue from that, lying down, her head resting upon my inner thigh. Admittedly it felt nice, the softness of her hair caressing me, the tingling sensation of her dancing tongue upon my shaft. Michelle now, much to their surprise, likewise lying down, her tongue now beginning to dance, lick and even fence with Susan's tongue and lips as they lay devouring me together. But it was indeed the sensation of my sister's tongue that again robbed me of all sense, of all reason. The way she speared my prick tip, or holding the head within the oval of her mouth, gently sucking, half-popping her mouth over it, reclaiming it over and over again that drove me wildly insane with pleasure.

"Oh yeah, make him cum, I want to see it!" Michelle requested a little too anxiously. "I don't see too many guys do that obviously," she then added grinning. I continued to hold out however, denying her request, and though the onslaught of my cock was beyond anything I had ever felt before, somehow I knew that when I finally did climax, that even that, was something I wanted specifically to give Kris, and no one else. If this was how it was to be between us going forward, then I was bound and determined to set my own set of demands and requirements during it. I continued to struggle with the delicious sensations of three mouths tongues and pairs of lips until I knew that I could no longer refrain from allowing myself the delicious sensation of eruptive climatic bliss.

"I'm going to cum now Kris, but this one's for you...and only you. Either take it now...with your mouth, your lips, or leave it be, and I will do it myself."

I was serious, though at first I don't think Michelle or Susan believed me. They laughed it off, continuing to suck, stroke and fondle my prick until I actually reached down with my own hands forcing them away. Now realizing I was serious, they both sat up expectantly, their gaze now directed towards Kris as she continued to kneel there between my legs, though she'd likewise left off touching me just as they had. I now held my own rock hard prick in hand, pointing it towards her, the head swollen, purple and in need. But as much as I was, as much as it was, should she chose any other path here, I would fist fuck my hand squirting myself off against her, against them and deal with the consequences in having done so afterwards.

"Only you," I said once again, softly, hopefully, aiming my pulsating, throbbing hard dick towards her. As though hypnotized, I watched as Kris slowly leaned forward, her mouth opening, moments later engulfing, and then sucking me, sucking me fully and deeply into her mouth. Only then did I allow the urgent need I'd miraculously held in check to burst forth.




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 04



I soon after felt the first hot sticky spurt of my cream filling her mouth. I saw the surprise of which, register in her eyes, though she continued sucking me, drinking me. Whether this was in fact the first time for her, I knew not, though it was certainly the first time for me. I'd had but a few simple blowjobs before yes, but never once in any of those times, had I cum in someone's mouth before. And now...here I was, doing so for the first time, filling my sister's as she continued sucking, drinking, and now draining my essence.

"Ewewww, how can you do that?" I heard Michelle asking disgustedly as she did, Susan only then laughing, chastising her friend. "Don't condemn it until you've actually tried it," she told her. "It's not nearly as bad as you obviously think," she added. "No worse than drinking down a woman's squirt juice," she continued giggling.

"But that's sweet!" Michelle continued to protest.

"So can this be...usually," Susan shot back just as Kris finished me, sitting up, wiping her lips with her fingers. I laughed as she extended one towards Michelle, coated with droplets of my spending, Michelle immediately waving her off, showing the sign of the cross with her fingers as though warding off some vile, evil monster.

"Ah...no thanks, I think I'll pass on going that far," she then told everyone. "Enough that I'm even willing to lick one, let alone drain one the way you did."

Kris now came to me, her mouth finding mine, the feel and press of her body as she lay atop me, our tongues fencing frantically together.

"Ewewww!" Michelle groaned once again.

**

As was usually the case, I now needed to pee. Rolling out of bed I went to the door, unlocking it, and then crossed the hall into the bathroom. It took a while, my prick just hard enough making it difficult until it had finally softened sufficiently in order to allow it. By the time I'd returned, Kris and Susan where now locked on the bed together.

I was somewhat surprised to see it, half expecting to have found Michelle in such an embrace as I now saw, though it was that alone which actually had caught me off guard upon my return. They were locked together, legs thrown over one another in a scissors-like embrace, slowly gyrating against one another, fucking in a sense, pressing their wet slippery splits against one another, the sounds of which could clearly be heard.

"Hot watching two women fuck isn't it?" Michelle said unabashedly sitting there masturbating herself as she sat in the chair next to the bed. Admittedly it was, and I nodded my head standing there watching them, the arousal of my prick once again showing itself.

"Yes, yes it is," I finally admitted aloud.

Moments more passed without anyone saying a word, the frenzied excitement as Kris and Susan continued grinding themselves against one another too sensual an act to disturb, but then Michelle finally did in a most unexpected way.

"Listen, Rob, it's obviously no secret, we all know you're still a virgin, and just so you know, it's actually been a very, very long time since I've actually been with a man myself. So...what I'm saying here, if you'd like to...want too...I'd love..."

"No!" Kris spat interrupting her, not allowing her to finish, answering for me before I could answer her myself. "The fact that he still is, is his decision to decide, when its time, and who its time with," she then told her. "No different for him than it was for any of us," she then added, confirming in that moment something I had always known of course, that Kris wasn't.

"You're right Kris," I then said. "It IS my choice to make, and I've already made it. The ONLY person I know that I want to do that with...is you. But I'll also tell you this, I won't do it, not like this, not now, or not in the future either. Only with you, only alone with you. So...if that's again outside of whatever boundaries you've made and decided to stick with, then I guess I'll be content to remain a virgin until such time as you feel differently about it, if in fact you ever do.

I then turned, leaving the still hot desirable sea of titillating girl flesh behind, and headed back to my own bedroom, my now hard cock reluctantly leading the way.

**

I crashed, actually falling asleep, remaining so well until morning when the light from my windows finally forced its way through my shut eyelids. I sat up, made my way into the bathroom where I stood over the toilet, waiting for my morning hard to sufficiently soften in order that I could finally pee.

I heard the single knock on my door, followed rapidly in succession by two others. It was obviously Kris.

I called out, uncaring if she came in, saw me standing there in the bathroom hovering over the toilet. In my mind, should she come in, see me standing there like that, and became embarrassed or uncomfortable because of it, that was her problem. As much as I had enjoyed a great deal of what we'd done the night before, I found I was in many ways disappointed, still frustrated and angry at being given the alternative I had been. The only choice I had been given if there was any hope, any hope at all of ever enjoying Kris in whatever way, ever again, was in doing so, only with her friends in attendance.

Every man's dream. One that had in fact once been my own. Until that is, that Kris and I had come together. Now, it was the only option given me, and suddenly the fascination, the dream, the fantasy, had become far less than I would have ever imagined. 

I soon heard the door open, close. I knew Kris had stepped into my room, a few steps more and she would see me as I stood there, the door to my bathroom open as I purposely allowed it to remain. I stood there, waiting, wondering, my prick finally announcing it was ok to pee, which I now began doing. Even as the stream of piss began splashing within the water of the bowl, I heard her footsteps and then her voice as she neared the doorway looking in. Obviously my gambit of unnerving her hadn't worked, oddly enough, nearly the reverse was true as I stood there looking down at myself, peeing as Kris stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame watching me.

"On the one hand, I envy the fact you can do that. On the other however...guys generally make a mess because they can. I don't see why you don't just sit down, or is that too girly for you?" she wondered asking me.

I wanted to laugh, in the past I would have. In the past we'd have teased one another, argued, playfully slapped at, or thrown pillows at one another. All I wanted to do now was turn and piss all over her. And nearly did.

"What do you want?" I asked instead, nearly peeing on my own foot as I turned looking at her. 

"I just wanted to see where we stood," she said simply. "You left..." she finished without further comment, waiting for me to.

"Right where you wanted me to," I responded back, now shaking my dick off, feeling the spittle from it splash against me, irritating me even more as I did that, answering her first question. I crossed over to the sink washing my hands, and then wiping off my upper chest and belly, turning back to face her in answering the second. "And I left, because I was no longer in the mood to continue," I said easily. "That answer your question?"

Kris stood in the doorway for only a moment more, her mouth opened but no words came out. She simply turned, left my room, closing the door behind her when she did.

**

The next several days were nearly torturous at best. We saw one another very little, and even when we did, hardly a word passed between us. Even mom seemed to sense something, stopping me at one point to ask. 

"Everything all right?" she had asked me. The truth was of course, that it wasn't. A lot really was going on. Graduation was only weeks away now, and with it, a whole new, very uncertain future ahead of me. At one time, Kris and I had discussed going to the same university together, even sharing an apartment at some point when we could afford it. Now, all that seemed as ridicules as me staying in the house after we had. At the moment, I wanted more than anything to go off to a different school, about as far away from where I lived as was physically possible.

"Just got a lot on my mind is all," I told her begging off. "Graduation soon, final exams, you know...that sort of stuff."

"Hmm," she said digesting what I'd said, not quite buying into it, which she confirmed. "Appears your sister is dealing with the same sort of stress too," she told me, looking deep into my eyes as though they'd tell her more than I had. But I stood my ground looking back at her. 

"Oh? I hadn't really noticed, figured she was just having her period or something, you know how she gets when she is."

Saying that, as I figured it might, sent mom blushing wanting to change the subject, which had been the whole point in the first place.

"Well, we probably all need a little get away," she then added. "Which was supposed to be a surprise, but since everyone's mopping about the house being all gloomy lately, maybe this will help cheer you up. Your father and I booked a really nice cabin retreat for next weekend, there's horseback riding, hiking, swimming...or just lounging around out in the sun. How's that sound?" she said grinning at me hopefully.

I just looked at her, forced a smile back and said. "It sounds great mom...just great."

**

I had planned on going out Wednesday night with Steve, hanging around, very possibly taking in a movie or something rather than staying home for Pizza night with my folks bowling and all. Especially as Kris had actually dropped a hint to me that Michelle and Susan were coming over again. Maybe most guys would think I was nuts, turning something like that down, but the honest truth was, I wasn't in the mood for it, not then anyway. I was nearly out the door when Steve called, apologizing profusely, but he'd just gotten a call from Kathy telling him that she'd switched shifts where she worked part time, and now had the night off herself. Which meant, Steve had a booty call, which obviously took precedence. I found that oddly ironic under the circumstances.

I soon made a quick trip to a convenience store, bought a lot of junk food, rented a couple of movies, and then returned back to my room where I'd watch them on the much smaller screen of my PC. At least I'd be alone by myself, having no intention whatsoever of joining Kris and her friends later when they came over. The fact that I planned on remaining in my own room, totally stocked with enough junk food to make me sick for several days, I sat watching the movie, realizing I'd been staring at the screen for the better part of fifteen minutes, having no idea at all what I'd just seen. It had been the sound of a car pulling up in front that shook me from my revelry. Crossing over to the window, I pulled the curtain back just far enough to peer out. Sure enough, Michelle and then Susan got out. But then one of the back doors opened, and another girl emerged too. I recognized her almost immediately. It was Diane, a girl I had once had a major and serious crush on. We'd even started getting friendly, talking, flirting somewhat. Then her father had gotten a promotion, and the next thing I knew, she was moving. So much for that.

Seeing her now, I was greatly surprised for a number of reasons. Surprised to see her of course, wondering why she was back, what she was doing here. But more surprised to see her with Michelle and Susan. She'd not really been amongst that particular group, though she'd come to know my sister mainly because of me. Which still didn't answer the question as to what she was doing here, especially now...and with the two of them!

I'd been perfectly content to remain sequestered up in my room, purposely ignoring whatever temptations might in fact be thrown my way during the course of the evening...if any. Now, I frantically tossed trash, debris, dirty clothes into wherever I could hide it, and then sought something clean that I could change into. Though it remained my intent, to stay where I was, and Diane, or no Diane, I wasn't about to venture out into the house, leaving my sanctuary. If she wanted to see me...then she was going to have to come to me, and not the reverse. Though again, I couldn't for the life of me imagine why she was here in the first place, especially having arrived with those two.

As it turned out, I didn't have long to wait. Only minutes later there was a knock on my bedroom door. An unsignaled one, so I knew it wasn't Kris who had knocked. I went to it, opening it, and sure enough, Diane stood there smiling at me.

"Surprise! Can I come in?"

"Sure! Wow! This is a surprise, what are you doing here?" I asked, peering behind her as she entered, but there was no one else there in sight. I quickly closed the door, following her into my room as she invited herself to sit on the end of the bed.

"Well, as it turns out, I'm pretty much finished with school, all I really have to do is show up on graduation night, that's it. But the reason I'm even here, is because daddy had to come back to town to finish up some legal matters on the house after we'd sold it. So since he was planning on being here for a few days, I asked to come with him. And so...here I am!"

"And so...here you are!" I said grinning at her.

"Yeah, I ran into Susan believe it or not, got to talking with her, asked her how you were doing. Which is when she and Michelle mentioned they were actually coming over here tonight to spend some time with your sister. Asked me if I wanted to come along with them, maybe even see you if you were home. Hearing that, I knew I had to...wanted to."

I watched as Diane suddenly stood, smiling at me, her hands coming up as they began undoing the buttons on her blouse. She must have seen the surprised look on my face as she did that, she smiled, laughed, continued to undo her buttons, finally removing it as she reached around behind herself, unclasping her bra.

"You and I...have some unfinished business."

To be continued...



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 05



Though she'd undone her bra, she held it in front still covering her breasts. "Well? I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" She giggled seductively.

I had had the pleasure of actually playing with her boobs at the drive-in, and then again later while up at the lake, though I'd not actually gotten a really good look at them. Her tease was already sending signals down to my cock, which I'd felt, had begun to stiffen.

Diane was a very tall statuesque dishwater blonde with green eyes. She didn't have overly large breasts, but they were certainly full and enticing, though I still couldn't see all that much of them as she stood there.

"My sister's just down stairs," I answered back foolishly.

"I know, I've already said hello," she grinned lowering her arms. As she did so, her bra slid away revealing two very beautiful, very alluring breasts. Her nipples were a rosy pink, sweet puckered tight little areola's surrounding what looked like tiny little strawberries on top of each. Already my mind was seeing them covered in sweet cream finishing out the desert. "She told me you where up here."

The fact I had only put on a pair of cut-off sweat pants, no briefs, left little to the imagination as my prick continued to swell, soon tenting the front of my sweats quite noticeably. An observation that was hard to miss, which she didn't, looking down and directly at my rapidly swelling member. One again she laughed.

"Well I'm glad to see you're happy to see me, or at least...that is," she smiled even more. "Though you're sure being stand offish," she added now looking back up into my eyes. "Would you prefer I redress?"

"No!" I answered immediately. Seeing her again after all this time had reawakened feelings I'd begun having about her, but even as I did, the nagging thought remained in the back of my mind with regards to Kris too. Never before in my entire life had I been so confused about a given situation. Here, standing in front of me was a very beautiful woman who obviously had some sort of feelings and affections towards me. In seconds, she would no doubt be naked, as I now knew that I would be too. And yet...downstairs in her room doing God knows what at the moment with Michelle and Susan, I still thought about Kris, my feelings for her just as strong as they'd ever been. But she had laid down a new set of rules, unbending as I saw them, a reminder that the two of us would never again share the one on one type of intimacy I had begun to hope for.

She smiled when I said that. Her hands suddenly undoing the button on her jeans, her zipper soon following as she tugged the waist of them down and away from her full sensual hips. I sat mesmerized, watching her bend over as she pushed them the rest of the way down. Her lovely young breasts dangling provocatively in front of my eyes as I followed them, nipples pointing at the floor now, even easier to see their erect length as she did so.

Once again she stood, now wearing nothing more than a bright red thong that pointed at her crotch like a homing beacon as I sat there staring at her. I could even see the outline of her pouty cunt lips pressing against the thin, tightly stretched material, and what appeared quite possibly as a small darkening spot near the bottom. Diane slipped her hand down the front of them coyly, moments later retrieving that same hand, licking and then sucking her fingers.

"Remember that party up at the lake?" She asked now walking over to sit on the end of the bed, though she soon scooted up on it, laying back, making herself comfortable as I sat there looking at her, beginning to drool at the mouth.

"How could I forget?" I replied back, still drinking her in, all thoughts of my sister and her friends downstairs suddenly disappearing.

We had gone to the lake with a group of friends, had made a considerably large bonfire sitting around it for warmth. It had been a particularly cool night, and there had been plenty of blankets all around for everyone as we wrapped ourselves together in one, sitting side by side with several other of our friends nearby. She had given me my fifth, or perhaps sixth only ever hand job that I'd been given by a woman. All done in torturing, tantalizing secrecy there beneath the blanket as we sat before the fire. Though we both had our suspicions we weren't the only one's fooling around in such a manner as the silence that fell amongst us all, had become readily apparent. Most sat kissing, though there was enough subtle hand movements within the blankets to suggest an orgy of pleasures taking place. I had again fondled and enjoyed her soft breasts without ever seeing them, had even enjoyed rubbing her crotch through her jeans, which she'd allowed as she stroked me. But it was as far as she'd permitted me to go that night, horny as she obviously was.

I watched now as she lay atop my bed, her hand once again snaking down beneath the small thin patch of material, stretching it upwards so that the thinnest of strips now split her rapidly appearing lips, causing them to flow out to either side of the bright thin red line that now cut them perfectly in two. She lay fingering herself, unabashedly, looking at me as she smiled coquettishly and spoke.

"After you came," she smiled even more broadly, "And I got up to go wash off, and pee like I told you?" She continued. "I did something else too...that you never knew about," she then hinted.

"Oh? What?" I wasn't stupid, I now had an idea what she was alluding to, but I now wanted to hear her say it, tell me what she'd soon after done.

"I walked down to the lake, the moon just full enough to see by as I did," she began, now clearly fingering herself as she spoke. I couldn't help but look down at myself, the appearance of a small wet spot now forming upon the light gray sweat pants I was wearing. "I didn't really have to pee," she said. "But I was fucking horny, as you well knew," she again grinned. "And though I'd enjoyed the feel of your hands on my breasts, even rubbing my pussy through my jeans, it was only the third date we'd been on together," she said reminiscing, looking as though she was reliving that moment in minute detail as she spoke, closing her eyes.

"Yeah, I know," I said standing, my prick hard stiff and straight, forcing me to stretch out the waistband of my sweats as I pulled them off, my cock now jutting fully out in front of me as I crossed over towards the bed, climbing in next to her. Even then, Diane didn't open her eyes, though she smiled sensing the additional weight upon the bed, as I slid in beside her.

"I didn't want you to think I was too easy," she said finally opening her eyes, spotting my rock hard prick immediately, her hand reaching over to grasp it, and then closing her eyes again. "So anyway...I squatted, had anyone been looking or seen me from back by the fire, they'd have thought I was actually peeing. But I wasn't. I sat there fingering myself, I was so aroused, so horny, so excited, I couldn't help it. At that moment, I wanted more than anything for you to come looking for me, find me there the way I was, with my fingers working my pussy, just the way they are now," she grinned opening her eyes, squeezing my cock and watching as a fat droplet of pre-pleasured juice emerged from the tip of it.

"I almost did," I told her. "But even though you'd just jerked me off, I still had enough of an erection that I couldn't easily get it back inside my jeans just yet," I laughed. "And I did turn around, saw you down near the lake, squatting, and obviously to me, it did look like you were peeing, and I wasn't about to embarrass you by coming down and disturbing you while you did that."

I had reached over, my hand now going where it had never gone before. At least not directly. Diane even accommodated me, pulling her thong off to one side, revealing even more of her wet, succulent juicy split as my finger now probed, suddenly disappearing inside her. She gasped as I did that, one hand coming up to automatically touch and caress her own breast. I leaned over, now capturing her neglected tit between my lips, sucking it, yet speaking as I did so.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," she responded rolling over onto me as she said that. She reached down, I felt her hand once again locate my dick as she touched herself with it, rubbing it slickly up and down between her lips, masturbating her clit with it, teasing herself, moaning pleasurably as she did so. My head was a jumble of emotions, my thoughts careening wildly like a runaway freight train as she pleasured my prick against herself.

**

Time for me had stopped, though the knock on my door brought us both spiraling down from our pleasured highs back to the present. A single knock, followed quickly by two more. I looked up towards the door, saw Kris trying the knob, it was locked.

"Yeah?" I called out. "What is it?" I could hear the strained tone in her voice as she answered.

"Diane's father just called, he's on the way over to pick her up," she said through the door. "He should be here any minute," she warned us, sounding less than enthusiastic as she did so.

"Ok, thanks!" I answered back for the two of us, listening to the sound of her leaving heading back down the stairs.

Diane immediately scrambled out of bed putting her clothes on, as I did. "We're heading back in the morning," she informed me. "I don't know what your plans are after graduation, or if you've even decided to go back to school, but should you want to come up and take a tour of the campus, you can stay with me for a few days if you want to. I've got a small apartment that I share with another couple in order to keep down the expenses. But you can come stay with us if you decide you'd like to come up and check things out for yourself."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," I said escorting her to the door, opening it. Diane as yet hadn't finished re-buttoning her blouse though she had put it back on, and I wondered if she had done that on purpose as she seemed to be in no hurry to do so as we descended back down the stairs. I was a little surprised to see Kris, Susan and Michelle all sitting in the living room as we did so, immediately spotting Diane as she only then began doing up her buttons.

"Hi again," she grinned seeing them, receiving two smiles in return. It was at that moment we all heard the sound of a car honking outside in the driveway. I continued walking her to the door as she gave herself a quick final check making sure all was presentable. Diane leaned over, kissing me, deeply. "Don't forget what I said...you have my number."

"I won't," I said feeling my face blushing as I opened the door for her. She stepped out onto the porch, waving back at me, and then ran to the car where her father sat waiting for her. He too smiled and waved at me, which I returned. I stood watching them pull out of the driveway, then sensed movement behind as Susan and Michelle came towards me. They too were leaving, though I only then realized they were. Michelle made a point of turning, brushing against me, her breasts just grazing my chest as she did so.

"Bye Robbie," she purred knowingly. "See you again soon I hope," she stated as she slithered out the door, Susan right behind her, though she didn't make it nearly as obvious as she said nearly the same, adding a wink to it as she passed. I now stood watching the two of them get into their car, a sense of Kris somewhere behind me, her eyes boring into me like twin drills going into a piece of wood. I stepped back closing the door, turning. Sure enough Kris was still sitting on the couch looking towards me.

"So...you and Diane have a nice, visit?" She asked emphasizing the word.

"Yes, we did," I answered back easily, passing by the couch she was sitting on, heading into the kitchen area. Not too surprisingly, Kris followed. It was only then that I noticed she was wearing one of my old sleeveless sweatshirts, which she'd also cut off baring her midsection, barely even covering her boobs. In addition to that, she wore only a single pair of white women's briefs that admittedly looked sexy as hell on her as she pulled out a chair by the kitchen table sitting down. I opened the refrigerator peering in, my peripheral vision spotting her as she did that.

It was obvious she was fishing for information, but even if she came right out and asked me directly if we'd done anything, I wasn't about to tell her either way. As much as she might have wanted to, she didn't, though I could see her struggling with it wanting to.

"Want some juice?" I asked deciding on the orange juice rather than a coke. It was getting late, and I didn't need the extra caffeine if I was planning on going to bed soon.

"Yeah, thanks," she said somewhat solemnly. I poured us both a glass, taking a chair sitting down across from her at the table.

"So...you three have a good time too?" I asked telling her in an instant that I certainly had, getting a look almost immediately that she heard distinctly what I'd just said in informing her what was already obvious.

"No...not really. I wasn't really in the mood myself, though Michelle and Susan sure where. They went at one another like a pair of randy minks," she finished waiting for my reaction.

"That's too bad...why not?" I then asked taking a sip of my juice.

"It's kind of fun, in a way," she admitted, "Being with them and all...but unlike Michelle, I'm not gay, and though Susan won't come right out and admit it, she's definitely bi-sexual. She enjoys women every bit as much as she enjoys being with a man. As for myself, I can't say I'm even close to being that. More curious, and certainly open-minded about it I suppose, but I'd much prefer a nice stiff cock."

Once again, I looked at her as she spoke. The one dead giveaway about Kris that I had always known, when she started talking dirty, she was definitely horny. And admit it or not, I got the distinct impression that she was. 

"Speaking of which," I now tossed out. "How's things with Luke these days?"

By the look in her eyes, I could see that was a touchy subject. "We're not exactly speaking at the moment," she told me. "And if you don't mind...I'd rather not talk about him either."

We sat in silence sipping our juices though we continued looking at one another across the table. Finally I spoke, surprising her by my comment, seeing her eyes light up briefly when I did.

"By the way Kris, I have to admit, you do look rather sexy sitting there in my cut off sweatshirt," I offered. "It barely covers your tits, though I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't be too terribly pleased to see you wearing something like that, even in front of me."

We both knew it would be a while yet before they came home. She laughed hearing that. "Yeah, I'm sure she wouldn't, though it certainly doesn't seem to bother her much to run around the house half naked herself much of the time, but I guess she doesn't think that seeing her tits would get to you, unless they have of course?" she wondered aloud. "You ever get a woody after seeing her?" she then asked trying to shock me as I figured she was doing with her question.

"No, not really. Though I have to admit mom does have rather nice looking boobs for her age, and they look a little like yours too," I added. "And she's not even your mother, but I'd be willing to bet if you put them side by side, it would be hard telling the difference between the two of you, aside from the fact yours are still a bit perkier."

"I think her nipples are considerably darker than mine," Kris said, suddenly lifting up the front of her sweatshirt revealing them to me, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for us to do, sitting there discussing the comparison of hers to moms. She was looking down at them, and then looked up towards me. "What do you think? Darker?" I noticed them already hardening as she sat there.

"I don't know...maybe. But one thing's for sure, yours definitely stand out a lot further that hers do when they're erect," I said grinning at her.

"Oh yeah? They do?" Kris said actually fingering one. "And mine aren't nearly as erect as they usually get either," she said continuing to play with it.

As she continued doing that, I once again felt myself getting hard, reaching down beneath the table, slipping my hand down my own pair of loose fitting sweat pants, especially as I still hadn't put on any shorts beneath those. I sat there secretly fondling myself, enjoying the sensation of stroking my cock with one hand, holding onto the glass of orange juice drinking from it with the other. But it was then that I decided to quit being quite as secret about what I was doing, and began honestly playing with myself, the non-subtle movement of my arm and shoulder giving myself away.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Kris asked mildly surprised.

"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm just sitting here acting like I am, making you wonder if I really am."

Kris immediately leaned over trying to look under the table. I removed my hand, crossing my legs. She looked up again. "Oh, I see...well two can play at that game," she announced. I sat, watching her now as she appeared to put her hand down between her legs, moments later, the same sort of movement taking place above that she'd seen coming from me. In kind, I began stroking myself as well. The two of us now masturbating ourselves in front of one another at the table, though neither one of us was one hundred percent sure that we were, though at this point, I certainly was. Especially with her bare boobs still glaring at me as she hadn't pulled the top back down over them, covering them up once again.

"I bet, you're not really doing it," I challenged. "I bet...you're just pretending to be," I stated again.

"Oh? And you really are?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I grinned back at her. A line that had been said a lot lately suddenly coming to mind.

She did smile at that, though she didn't say anything, though her hand movements if anything became more pronounced.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," I now said. This time she laughed upon hearing that. The fact that mom and dad were due home any minute now, perhaps added to the dangerous excitement in the way we were teasing one another, which gave me another idea. Especially as Kris at last hesitated, with the new "rules" she had demanded we adhere to, we were bordering on breaking them if we continued on doing this.

"Maybe we..." she started to say, as I noticed her arm quit moving, about to finish her sentence, but I interrupted her before she finished, throwing out a challenge to her.

"They'll be home any time now," I began. Kris swallowed whatever else it was she was going to say, curiously interested now in what I was. "So...here's the deal, neither one of us can cum until we actually hear them pull the car into the garage. Only when the garage door opens, can we, but not until then. But...once we do here it, we have to try and cum before they actually get inside the house."

"You're not serious!" Kris exclaimed. "We'd have at most what...two minutes once we hear their car?"

"Yeah...about that," I challenged back. "So...I dare you." I then said. Once again seeing her hesitate, thinking about it. It was evident she was struggling with the thought of doing it, especially after having made up her mind about the two of us ever doing anything alone together again. "Chicken!" I then tossed out adding to the challenge. I had hoped for, and was pleased to see the sudden competitive look come into her eyes. The one thing I had always counted on while growing up, was the two of us never turning down a challenge, especially if we'd included the word "Chicken" behind it.

"It's not like we're doing anything to one another," I finished giving her some justification if that was indeed all she needed to finally make up her mind. "Chicken," I said looking at her, smiling again.




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 05



"Ok, but there has to be consequences if neither one of us does," she told me. "Dishes for a week?"

"Even better...laundry." I said. We both hated having to do that as it tied up so much of our Saturday mornings.

"Deal!" Kris said, and then surprised me by scooting her chair out around the side of the table now facing me. I simply turned mine, now facing her, so that we sat there, no longer hidden from one another.

"No panties!" I now added as Kris slipped her hand down beneath the hem as she started to once again finger herself. "Naked...only," I further challenged her.

"No shorts then either," she shot back, quickly slipping hers down her legs as I did, each of us tossing them onto the kitchen table.

"Shirt too," I said nodding with my head, even though her breasts were exposed. Both of us knowing the additional risk of having to get redressed now, in a hurry as part of the game we'd just created while waiting for mom and dad to get home. Kris watched me as I stripped off my shorts, my hard stiff cock caught for a moment in the waistband, springing back against my chest with a small slap of flesh, causing her to giggle.

"You're certainly fucking hard," she said looking at me. Her tone of voice once again telling me how aroused she was, hearing her say fuck, which I never heard her do unless she was horny, immediately alerting me to the fact that this naughty game we'd decided to play had aroused her considerably.

"And you're fucking wet," I said looking at her between the legs. I could see, and now hear the glistening moisture as she withdrew her fingers, sliding them back in again as the squishy, slurpy erotic sounding noises truly began to manifest themselves as she played with herself.

I slapped my cock, held it, pulled it, releasing it, letting it slap back against my tummy again as it straightened itself out. By the look on her face, she was enjoying it as I did that, hearing the hardness of my stiff dick hitting my chest, waggling briefly before coming to rest back at even stiffer attention.

"Do it again," she grinned. "Doesn't that hurt?" 

"It would if I wasn't really horny...but I am, so no...it feels nice. Wickedly nice," I admitted doing it again, delighted at the look in her eyes as I did so, before finally squeezing the head of my prick firmly, milking out a droplet of clear liquid "feels good" juice.

Kris moaned, her fingers now twirling her pea-sized little clit as she spread herself apart with her hands, exposing it even more directly as I sat there watching her strumming it with the tip of her finger. She then slapped herself, her palm coming down hard against her entire mound, giving herself another series of quick patted slaps as she looked up into my face, curious as to my reaction. "See? I enjoy doing that too," she told me.

"Pull your tits...twist your nipples...hard!" I demanded. "See how far out you can pull on them for me."

Like I said, talking dirty, hearing her do the same merely intensified the horniness in each of us, especially as we both sat, still listening for the sound of our parent's car pulling up in the driveway as we did so.

Watching Kris as she now tugged on her nipples, stretching her breasts about as far as she could without injuring herself was erotic as hell, especially as she sat there twisting her nipples almost painfully so at the same time, the expression on her face one of extreme pleasure and want. I slapped my dick again, her eyes immediately coming to focus on it, doing it again, and then squeezing my own cock as hard as I could, twisting it for her while she watched.

"Fuck that's nasty looking!" she moaned almost deliriously, her hands once again dropping down to her cunt, spreading it, her palm again slapping her exposed clit repeatedly, and hard.

"Yes! It is! And the sound of you slapping that wet hot nasty fucking cunt of yours is damn fucking dirty hot too!" I screamed back at her.

Her face was beet red. I could see she was hovering very close to the edge, nearly in jeopardy of allowing herself to climax too soon. But as though on cue, we both caught the sudden flash of headlights in the window, followed moments later by the sound of the garage door slowly opening.

The thrill, the danger, the excitement, all of it was suddenly coursing through the two of us as we once again locked eyes. There was fear there for both of us, but neither one of us broke or made any attempt to redress either. The one thing I hadn't thought far enough out about however, was what I was going to do with my spunk, which was just then beginning to travel up the length of my shaft. As though realizing my dilemma, Kris immediately motioned me over towards her.

"On my tits! My tits!" she cried out now worriedly, though the sound of the garage door continued, not fully all the way up yet.

I reached her, butt naked, jerking myself off with only mere precious moments to spare, seeing my cock suddenly release, spurting against my sister's breasts covering each in copious amounts of my jisim. As I did, Kris came as well, her cry of orgasmic pleasure releasing through her lips as she cried out in a wild, panicked frantic climax. There was no time left, each one of us now grabbing for and scrambling for the clothes on the table. I managed to slip into my shorts, as Kris opted first for her sweat top, no time for the panties, which she only then grabbed, swiping them off the table holding on to them as she struggled to yank them up her legs.

"Toss me that towel!" she near screamed at me as I grabbed the dishtowel off the counter, throwing it at her. She grabbed it, wiping her chair off, me laughing as I saw then she'd squirted and left a bit of a telltale mess, my own as I now realized, coating her breasts though she'd covered up the damage done there with her sweatshirt.

It was at that moment that the back door opened, mom the first to step in from the garage. Kris still holding the towel, which she now used to wipe off the table with. I sat taking a sip of my juice, my body still shaking, trying very hard to look normal though I was tingling with fear and excitement, my cock still somewhat hard, throbbing.

Mom glanced at the two of us, surprised I'm sure to see the two of us sitting there perhaps, "What happened?" she asked looking at Kris.

"Oh nothing really," she answered. "I just spilled a little juice is all," she replied innocently, though I nearly choked on my next sip, putting my glass down instead.

"How was bowling?" I asked, trying to change directions of the conversation, though tossing Kris a look, telling her, that she was treading on thin ice here with her double meanings, though I was sure mom had no idea what she'd really meant when she'd said that. It seemed to work however as mom walked over hanging her purse around the corner of the chair just as she always did. Though she then stood, sniffing the air. I know my eyes got as big around as saucers when she did that, as did Kris's.

"What did you two fix for dinner in here?" she asked. "It smells...musky!"

"Oh, we ordered in some fish take out from Long Dongs..." Kris's eyes suddenly going wide as I said that, mom's words likewise heard by us both.

"What?"

"You know...Long John's take out?" I said correcting myself, not realizing the idiotic Freudian slip I had nearly made.

"Oh yes, that must be it," she said as dad finally stepped inside the house having just closed the garage door. Though he too sniffed the air for a moment.

"They had fish," mom told him, as dad nodded accepting the explanation.

"Off to bed," he announced looking at the two of us, and then disappeared from the room.

"Yeah, us too," I said speaking for both Kris and I, though I then looked over and noticed a thin drool of cum just beginning to appear beneath the bottom half of Kris's sweat shirt. I tried to catch her eye, giving her a look of warning, but she was already standing, leaning over to give mom a kiss goodnight.

"You two get Friday off?" she asked holding us up from leaving. "So we can get an early start off to the cabin?"

I'd almost forgotten about that. "No worries for me," I said stepping between my sister and mom, "nothing worth worrying about at school for me," I responded, though I had quickly reached over, swiping up the bit of cum-drool from just beneath my sister's breast as she turned, doing it as nonchalantly, and as quickly as possible. Letting her realize what I'd done in an instant and why. Kris immediately crossing her arms in front of herself just beneath her breasts as she headed towards the downstairs hallway door.

"Ditto, no problem for me either," she called back, without looking back, and then headed downstairs to her room.

Mom stood looking after her. "I wish your sister wouldn't run around looking like that," she told me. "It's not very decent."

"Decent enough," I responded leaning over to give mom an affectionate kiss. "No worse than I've see you a few times," I added, seeing her blush, though she smiled as I said that. She kissed me back quickly on the cheek, still blushing as I turned and quickly headed up stairs to my room.

When I got there I was surprised to hear my cell phone ringing as late as it now was. I quickly snatched it up, looking at the caller ID. It was Kris's number.

I laughed answering, "That was close wasn't it?"

"Yeah, almost too close," Kris said laughing back at me. "But it was fun too," she added. "And very exciting. In fact...I'm still damn fucking horny because of it."

The fact she'd used the word "fuck" again, told me that much. And admittedly I was still a bit horny myself, even though I had just cum not too long ago.

"And thanks for catching your cum drip before mom saw it, we'd have both been in trouble had she seen it, that's for sure!"

"Well, thanks for letting me spurt on your tits," I responded back. "Guess I didn't think far enough ahead about that," I freely admitted.

"I don't think either one of us did," Kris replied softly. "I don't think I've looked far enough ahead about a number of things," she now added, quickly changing the subject however. "I almost forgot how nice it feels to have you cum on my tits," she now said, the excitement in her tone of voice once again escalating. "I don't know what there is about you doing that, but it sure as hell arouses me."

"Like now?"

"Yeah...like now." 

We sat on the phone listening to one another masturbating once again, saying goodnight after hearing one another cum. 

"Goodnight Rob," she said softly just before hanging up.

"Goodnight sis...see you in the morning."

**

To be continued...



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 06



To be perfectly honest, I'd been dreading the trip up to the lake in the beginning. But after the little episode in the kitchen, and then later on over the phone, I began thinking that it might not be quite so bad after all.

It was a four hour drive up to the lake. In the past while growing up as kids, we'd taken the drive in an old station wagon, not something I particularly enjoyed. Now however, dad had done well enough in his business to purchase a fairly nice motor home which we very often traveled in during much longer trips. Mom sat up front with dad of course, leaving Kris and I access to everything else. And though mom could very easily come back into the main area where we were, she never did, simply calling back to us to bring her up whatever it was she might want or need. It was because of that fact perhaps, that the element of danger added a bit of excitement to the mood we were both feeling on the drive up.

I had curled up on the seat at the small dining table and begun reading a book, Kris sitting across from me with her back facing the forward area where mom and dad were.

"What are you reading?" I heard her ask me after a few minutes. I glanced up towards her about to answer when I realized she had lifted the front of the tee shirt she was wearing up and over her boobs. She had purposely not worn a bra for the drive up. I took a sudden quick glance forward towards our parents, but mom as usual was nodding off in her seat as dad drove.

"What are you doing?" I answered instead, though lowering my voice to nearly a whisper as I spoke.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She grinned. "I'm trying to get a rise out of you!"

"Keep sitting there like that, and you will," I smiled back somewhat nervously, though I again checked to see that mom was still half asleep. "Oops, too late...I am!" I chuckled back at Kris, actually feeling my prick beginning to stiffen.

"Let's see!" she shot back at me.

"Yeah right," I retorted, and then watched as Kris started fingering her nipples as she sat there. She didn't worry about looking back, she knew I was keeping an eye on things, so enjoyed sitting there teasing herself as I watched her along with glancing up towards mom. After a moment or two more of this, she reached up pulling her tee shirt back down, recovering her breasts. I was actually disappointed that she had until she stood up, suddenly coming around to sit beside me rather than across from me. My eyes asked the question as she did that just before sitting down.

"Just keep an eye on mom," she whispered. In the next instant, I felt Kris fumbling with the zipper on my shorts, finally reaching in and drawing out my rapidly stiffening member. The moment I felt the slightly cooler air bathing my prick, it stiffened to a rock hard status that would have been next to impossible to get back inside my shorts again the way we were sitting. And though this too added to my nervousness, it escalated my excitement even more as she sat there fondling my dick, playing with it. I soon started leaking like a sieve, the slipperiness of my juice, which Kris now used to further stimulate me with had me bouncing in my seat. It was damn hard trying to concentrate on much of anything as I sat there holding my book open, still pretending I was reading as Kris glanced down at the table where she'd spread open the morning paper, her hand pleasurably working my cock up and down.

The sound of mom's voice as she spoke to dad had the two of us looking forward simultaneously in a moment of panic, though mom made no movement to unbuckle her seat belt and come back to where we were. Kris continued slow-stroking my cock too, hardly even missing a beat as we sat there, though our attention was now clearly focused up front. To my surprise, mom being awake once again intensified the pleasure and the excitement, causing even more pre-cum juice to bubble out of the head of my dick. Kris now stroked me in quick little squeezing, tantalizing pumps of my prick, the sounds of my squishy naughty juices easily heard by us, though I knew they couldn't be easily heard forward as even as mom spoke it was hard to tell what she was saying to dad over the roll and hum of the motor home as we drove. Still, Kris seemed to be purposely trying to make it even louder with each passing moment.

"Easy, easy!" I worriedly whispered. Kris had been stroking me for less than five full minutes and I was already starting to feel the telltale warnings of orgasm beginning to tingle deep within my balls.

She just looked at me smiling. "Tell me just before you do," she said matter of factly, uncaring that mom could at any moment, reach over, undo her belt and come back into the kitchen area where we were.

"You're not serious!" I said almost a little too loudly, causing mom to look back over her shoulder towards us, smiling as she did, and then speaking.

"What?" she asked looking back.

"Oh nothing, we're just talking about some friends we know," Kris responded smiling back, though her hand continued to manipulate my rock hard swollen cock thankfully hidden from view behind the bench seat. Mom shifted, scaring me momentarily into thinking she might actually get up and come join us, but she just nodded her head and then turned back to sit looking out the window.

And though mom had given us both a bit of a scare, it hadn't diminished one iota the sensation of my prick wanting, needing to squirt here momentarily as Kris continued to tease the tip of it now with her fingers, smearing even more of that delicious feeling fuck juice around and about the head of it.

"Say when," she again reminded me. I think I looked at her cross eyed, I was already sensing the first tingling spurt of ecstasy now seizing my balls, making them tighten.

"When!" I once again nearly blurted out too loudly, just catching myself looking at her as Kris suddenly ducked her head down beneath the table!

When her mouth actually surrounded my prick, it acted like the fuse on my cannon, causing it to fire. I felt the immediate rush of cum suddenly escape from my cock, filling Kris's mouth in a series of very intense throbbing spurts that she actually had a great deal of difficulty in trying to contain. My eyes meanwhile were locked on the back of mom's head, Kris's mouth still sucking my dick, milking it dry when I watched mom turn her head once again looking back in our direction.

"If you can't reach it, let me try!" I said loudly seeing mom's now curious look in our direction.

"Well if you'd move your damn foot!" Kris shouted back irritatedly, "I could!"

Satisfied we were just arguing, being our natural selves, mom turned once again facing forward. Kris reappeared seconds later, grinning as she looked at me, opening her mouth, showing me she still had a few traces of my recently spent cream inside her mouth before swallowing the rest of it. I shook my head, finally reaching down and stuffing my now rather deflated prick back inside my shorts, zipping up.

"That was too damn close," I whispered at her, hearing her naughty laugh in return.

"Yeah, but it was fucking exciting too, admit it!" she whispered back at me, and I did nod my head in agreement with her, it had been.

Kris now stood up from the table and walked over to the small refrigerator. As she opened it she called up front towards our parents. "You guys want or need anything?" she asked.

Mom spoke briefly at dad, and then turned in her seat. "Yeah honey, bring us up something to drink," she responded. Kris quickly grabbed a couple of cokes and took them up, then returned and took out one of the summer sausages we'd brought along to munch on. She grabbed a knife and the small cutting board, and then returned back to the table with it. I thought for sure she really was going to cut us up a few slices to snack on. I sat waiting, watching as she cut away the plastic wrapper and then pulled it out of the packaging. She laid it down on the cutting board. But then she did something that totally freaked me out. I sat and now watched as she pulled off her sweat shorts which she'd been wearing. She had absolutely nothing on underneath them, scooting them well off down around her knees! 

"Kris!" I admonished her in wild-eyed surprise, still trying to keep my concern in a whisper, but all she did was smile wickedly looking back at me, and then picked up the summer sausage, slipping it beneath the table, and then down between her legs. Mesmerized, scared shitless, I watched as she pressed one end of it against herself, teasing her lips as they wrapped around one end of it. I could clearly see the hard nubbin of her clit as she rolled the end of it up and down her very juicy looking split, teasing herself pleasurably, erotically, though I was once again extremely nervous by her actions.

Kris continued to semi-fuck herself with the sausage, as I sat watching her, looking up, and then looking down again.

"Want some?" she asked wickedly, and once again a little too loudly causing mom to look back in our direction.

"What have you got?" she asked. Luckily, the back seat still hid most of our movements and everything else. Kris hurriedly held up the sausage showing it to her. "Just some spicy summer sausage," Kris responded grinning a bit too broadly for my comfort.

"Oh? I didn't think I got any of the spicy sausage," mom responded back. She didn't much care for sausage, though dad certainly did, and he immediately let Kris know to cut him off a piece. I sat in disbelief as she only then placed it on the board, her sweat pants still down around her knees as she sliced off one end, only then tearing away the outer covering from around it. As mom looked forward again briefly, Kris used that moment to slip her sweat pants back up her legs. I breathed a momentary sigh of relief as she did, but then panic once again set in as she had purposely sliced off the end she'd been using on herself and then stood, taking up a good sized couple of slices up front to dad handing those to him. She returned, an even more devilish look on her face as she took her seat, now sitting across from me where all this had started in the first place.

"I can't believe you just did that," I more mouthed to her than actually speaking it. I knew the sausage had still been wrapped as Kris had used it to masturbate with, but the fact she'd still cut off that particular end of it instead of the other was evilly decadent. All she did however was again smile, and again lift her tee shirt up and over her breasts, once more playing with, and teasing me as she fondled her breasts and nipples.

I was forced to endure the next twenty minutes of watching her do this when we finally reached the turn off towards the lake.

"Another twenty minutes and we should be there!" Mom called back unnecessarily, adding. "It's still pretty cool up at the lake yet, maybe you should consider putting on something a bit warmer until later on this afternoon."

The motor home had two bedrooms. One of course was the master bedroom that could be made into a much larger bedroom, though since we'd be staying in the cabin, we wouldn't need to do that. Our room was much smaller, though still roomy enough for two single twin beds. A simple pull curtain divider could be used separating each, giving us some measure of privacy when needed.

"Good idea mom!" Kris called back at her, and then slid out of her seat motioning to me to follow her back. "Come on Rob," she told me. "Let's get changed, dad's going to want and need our help hauling stuff in when we get there," she spoke loudly enough for mom to have overheard her. She smiled upon hearing that, glad to see her children were willing to help unpack, and settle in after our arrival before simply running off down to the lake the moment we got there.

I knew however that Kris had ulterior motives as we both slid out of our seats heading back down the hallway towards the two bedrooms. We soon entered ours stepping in, Kris immediately latching the door, securing it. It wasn't at all out of character for us to do that, changing simultaneously, especially as we had, and had used the privacy curtain in doing so before, which Kris now pulled on, dividing the two rooms.

"Just in case," she spoke looking at me with a smile on her face. I stood as she quickly and easily slipped out of the little she was wearing so that she now stood in front of me entirely naked.

"Finger me off," she half begged. "Before we get there." Kris had leaned against the door, half listening, though we were both reasonably sure mom wouldn't get up and out of her seat now since we were nearly there. But we couldn't stay there for very long without getting redressed either and reappearing. "Hurry!" she implored me, once again fondling those soft full breasts of hers, working her nipples with a half-glazed look in her eyes. I walked over, standing directly in front of her now, reaching down. My finger slipped easily into the juicy wet folds of her pussy, caressing her succulent wet slit, slipping in and out of her with extreme ease as she moaned around the quick playful impalement. "Put in another!" she now urged..."And fuck me! Hurry up...make me cum!"

I leaned over taking one of Kris's nipples between my lips, sucking it, simultaneously adding a second finger to her wet juicy fuck hole, now fingering her firmly, wildly as she tossed her arms around my neck, holding on to me now as I did so.

The one thing I had learned about Kris, hearing me talking dirty to her, increased not only her pleasure, but seemingly helped to hurry it along too. And at the moment, that seemed to be a pretty good idea at the time.

"You like it when I finger-fuck you don't you sis?" I asked.

We both knew we weren't, and never really had considered ourselves as true brother and sister, but saying it at times, for whatever reason, seemed to add that additional spice of naughtiness to whatever we were doing.

"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned pleasurably, wantonly. "I love it when you play with my cunt!" she now tossed out, once again using a word that she rarely ever did, preferring the word pussy more often than not, rarely saying the "C" word as she called it unless she was extremely horny. Obviously...she was. "Fuck my hot naughty cunt!" she half hissed now, grinding herself against me as I continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her, my lips half chewing on the hard gum-dropped sized nipple I still held inside my mouth.

"You going to cum all over my fingers?" I mouthed around her tit, still sucking it. "You going to make them all sticky wet with your female cum juice?" I pressed hearing her begin to pant, knowing as she did so she was drawing ever closer to actual release.

"Yes!" She moaned audibly, simply, though I knew even that couldn't be heard through the closed door and that far forward into the cabin. Had mom gotten up however and entered the sitting area, she might have. And the thought of that worried me a little, yet simultaneously adding even more to the excitement and danger of what we were doing. "Fuck my cunt," she said again, and then surprised me to some degree, "OH God Robbie, I wish I had your cock inside me!" she cried out, and then came.

**

After we finally arrived, it took us the better part of an hour to haul everything inside and put it away. Unlike the motor home, the cabin had two separate, though still small bedrooms downstairs, mom and dad of course having the much larger, very spacious bedroom upstairs. After we had put everything away, dad wanted to take the small boat out onto the lake and get some fishing in. Mom's number one desire was to sit on one of the deck chairs out on the upper deck outside their room, catch some sun, read a book and no doubt end up falling asleep for a while.

As we'd often done in the past, Kris and I threw a few things together to snack on, and then tossed in a small blanket to sit on and have our picnic once we'd reached the top of Crystal Peak which was about a half mile's hike around the other side of the lake, which was what the Lake was named for. It was a rather large hill that could be climbed fairly easily, offering a breathtaking view of the entire lake below. After immediately setting out for it, and once safely out of sight of the cabin, Kris once again removed her tee shirt, now hiking with her bare breasts fully exposed. I knew she was doing that to further tease me, but I enjoyed the sight of her hiking like that, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce every step of the way, especially when we began climbing. At times, you had to grab handholds as well as foot holds as you made your way up the hill. Just steep enough that it was a bit of an arduous climb. But seeing Kris's boobs occasionally swing out, or just dangling the way they were, soon had the addition of me having an erection, making it an even more awkward, and more difficult climb than it should have been.

Nearing the top, Kris sprinted ahead of me, climbing like a monkey the rest of the way. By the time I had reached the top a few minutes later, she had already spread out the blanket, now sitting there atop of it looking out over the lake admiring the view. Which I stood doing myself after I crested the top, but it wasn't the lake I was looking at, but her entirely nude body as she sat there. She reminded me of a violin weirdly enough, looking at her from the backside. Her curvy ass, the well rounded hips jutting out on either side tapering up her back towards her neck as she sat there. For another split second, I saw my cock strumming her like the bow that would, grinning as I unzipped myself, removing my cock so that it now pointed towards her stiff and hard as I approached. Kris turned looking back towards me, seeing what I had done and laughed.

"Thought hiking up here like this might make you horny," she grinned provocatively, and then lay back on to the blanket, spreading herself even more revealingly as she did so. "Hungry yet?" she now asked. I knew as she said that, bending her legs at the knee, spreading herself rather obscenely that she wasn't talking about the sandwiches we'd brought with us either.

We had of course made this hike several times in the past, but never before had we sat here like this, me now like Kris entirely naked as I joined her there on the blanket. Far below us, nearer the shore on the other side, we could just make out the small boat dad was using to fish from. Even with binoculars had he taken any, he'd be hard pressed to see us at the angle we were at, so sitting there on the top of the hill entirely nude gave neither one of us any concerns. Only a handful of times had we heard and then seen anyone else there. There was a small KOA campsite on the other side of the lake, which some few campers made the hike up the hill we were on. But anyone approaching could be easily heard if they did. At the moment, there wasn't a single sound to be heard except for Kris's somewhat excited breathing as she reached down between her legs, and once again began teasing me further by playing with herself.

"Well?" she asked looking at me.

She didn't need to ask me twice. I immediately crawled over joining her there on the blanket, the sun shining down on us directly from above. It felt nice and warm, the cool morning air now heated as I slipped between Kris's legs, my hands automatically drawn up towards her breasts like magnets. Even as I began playing with those, the wonderfully erotic feel of her twin nipples rolling around between my fingers, my tongue snaked out, spearing her lightly at the same time. She shivered as though cold, which I knew she wasn't, seeing an immediate eruption of several goose bumps covering her legs and arms as she reached down further spreading herself, exposing her clit even more to me than it already was.

I took it, kissing it, and then gently began sucking it, which I had now learned, she loved whenever I did, perhaps more than anything else. Kris moaned wildly, deeply as I tongued her cunt, the freedom of being able to do so laying on top of the hill the way we were, my head buried between her legs, tickling and flicking her clit, playing with her breasts, soon had her striving towards orgasm.




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 06



I have to admit however, I was still somewhat nervous when she finally came. I know how sound can travel across the water, even though we were on top of the hill, I still wondered if anyone might actually hear her as she came, screaming out her pleasure more loudly than she had ever done before in the past.

"Cum on me," she soon after asked. "I want to watch you, standing over me, jerking yourself off, and cumming all over me...please?" she half begged me.

I had actually been looking forward to a bit more than that, another nice slow blowjob perhaps, or even more...especially here on top of the hill which I'd had in the back of my mind all the way up here. Obviously by Kris's request, she hadn't, so I figured that perhaps now wasn't the time to bring the subject up again. Though I had every intention of doing so, especially after what she'd said back in the motor home.

Obviously rock hard and horny as hell, I now stood, still standing between her outstretched legs looking down at her as she lay there looking up towards me. Even with her sunglasses on, she still partially shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun with her hand, though the other was once again busy between her legs as she lay there fingering herself, now watching me as I stood over her stroking my dick.

"Try and squirt it all over me, from head to foot if you can," she asked. "I want to watch and feel you bathe me in all your hot creamy juice!" She lustfully told me. 

I stood over her, though looking back over my shoulder across the lake. I could barely make out dad's boat, though wondering as I did if he should look up over to where we were, if he could make out the fact I was butt naked standing there. With the distance, and glare of the sun in his eyes should he look, I still doubted it. But again, being naked, outdoors, fisting myself, about to spurt all over his daughter, the sensation of doing so rapidly brought me to the edge. 

"Oh yeah...yeah!" I announced joyously, and then watched as the first massive spurt of my cock shot from the end of it, hitting her shoulder along with the side of Kris's face. Even as the second streamer of spunk flew from the tip, I was already aiming it at her breasts, hitting the left one almost squarely. I then aimed at her naval, but missed, though leaving a nice line of white cream across her abdomen, near the top of her mound, redirecting the next, which still felt as powerful and intense as the first, splashing against her wide spread pussy, eliciting a burst of excited pleasured laughter from her as I did.

"Yes! Yes! Squirt Robbie, squirt! Cover me in all your hot delicious spunk!" she cried out.

Though my ejaculations were now beginning to finally diminish, I still milked out two more fairly decent squirts, one hitting her knee and calf, the last covering the space between her big toe, making me laugh as it reminded me of the days when we used to use Elmer's Glue on one another, gluing our toes together as kids just for the fun of it. When I did that, Kris laughed too, though I hadn't said anything, screaming out..."More glue! More Glue!"

Once I had thoroughly and completely emptied my balls all over her, I dropped down beside her there on the blanket. For long moments, we just lay there together, the hot sun baking my cream into her skin until she began to sparkle and glisten just like Crystal Peak seemed to do when looking at it from a distance.

"Kris," I finally said in low tones, gathering her attention, though I could see by the expression in her face, she already knew where this was now headed. "Back in the motor home..."

"I know what I said, but it was in the heat of the moment," she explained. "Bad enough we're doing what we're doing now, and as much as I vowed that I couldn't, or that we wouldn't, I now accept it's too late for that, to go back. But what I can't do...or allow us to do, is go beyond that," she told me then almost apologetically. "And it's not that I don't want to Robbie, I do. I've thought about it a lot, especially lately. But the fact is...we can't. We just can't. I can't!" she finished rolling over onto her stomach. Though all that did was cause my dick to lurch with renewed interest. More than anything at that moment, I would have loved to mount Kris from behind and fuck her silly, fuck us both silly. It was at that moment she stood, changing the subject entirely. "Come on...time to jump."

There was a ledge a good fifty or so yards on the side of the hill that you could climb down to. As kids we had very often come up, stood upon it looking over the ledge down into the lake, daring one another to jump. It was still a couple of years before we actually did it, though it was certainly safe enough. Some twenty or so feet from the water, it still made us both exhilarated with the thrill of finally doing it when we did. The water was just deep enough and well away from any outlying rocks keeping it safe for those who worked up enough courage to do so. Once you had, there was then a very small, but very private strip of beach between the rocks on the hill, and a natural rock jut that ran down to the water on the other side, forming the small natural cove in between. Silently I soon followed Kris as she made her way down to the ledge, me following behind her, both still naked save for the hiking boots we wore, and would jump with so as to have something to wear for the climb back up the hill. Once again Kris scooted slightly further ahead reaching the ledge just before I did, only curiously, suddenly kneeling down on her haunches looking back towards me and putting her finger against her lips, cautioning me to be quiet as she now waved me towards her.

Curious, I climbed down reaching her as quietly as possible.

"Look over the ledge towards the beach," she told me with a giggle and a smile. "We have company!"

Sure enough, some twenty feet or so below us, and then another twenty or thirty yards away from there, we saw another young couple near the edge of the lapping water. They were likewise naked, she sitting in his lap facing towards him as they both sat. It was evident as to what they were doing as they rocked together on the edge of the water, fucking. Seeing them fuck once again reminding me of what I'd like to be doing to...and with Kris. Maybe it was doing the same thing to her too, as she suddenly stood revealing herself fully.

"What the fuck are you..." I watched her suddenly leap off the ledge into the water, "...doing," I only then finished. The sound of her splash into the water seconds later alerted the two of them to our presence, looking up at where Kris had just jumped from, I then stood, preparing to jump myself as the couple below actually waved. I waved back, and then jumped, seeing Kris treading water below me, waiting for me.

I emerged, and then swam beside her the short distance towards the shore. By then, the couple who'd been obviously sitting there fucking had now parted, sitting beside one another now instead. As we approached, somewhat sheepishly, though I think of the four of us, I was the only one blushing, Kris smiled finally standing up out of the water. "Beautiful day isn't it?" she asked as I caught up joining her. "Didn't mean to disturb you," she then added. "But I didn't want you to think we were just sitting up there spying on you either," she announced, though that's exactly what it was we had been doing just before she jumped.

The blonde who was sitting there laughed at that. "That's ok...we just came from there ourselves about an hour ago," she grinned, the emphasis on the word came clearly evident. "Beautiful up there too," she continued smiling. "First time either one of us has been here before though," she further explained. "We're on our honey moon, so hope you don't mind what we were doing too terribly much," she finished. I noticed as we stood there speaking to them that the woman's husband had tried hiding his still obvious arousal, he'd bent one leg at the knee folding it over against himself, his hand down in his lap as well. He looked about as embarrassed as I did as the girls stood talking and laughing together. "You here on yours as well?" she asked looking at Kris, obviously as young as we were, it was either that, or we were here on some sort of a fairly serious romantic date.

"Ah, no...we're not married. This is actually my brother," Kris announced, seeing the eyebrows on the two of them suddenly rise up in what at first looked to be a state of shock. 

"Well, that's certainly interesting," the blonde recovered saying, though she once again smiled as she said it.

"So obviously you weren't ah..."

"Fucking on the top? No...Robbie was just eating me is all," she then informed them, once again seeing their shocked bemused expressions crossing their faces. "But...we really should leave the two of you alone to enjoy your honeymoon some more," Kris now stated, and then reached over grabbing my flaccid penis, tugging it as she did. "Come on Robbie, let's give these two some privacy so they can go back to what they were doing before we so rudely interrupted them!"

We waved good-bye, though Kris continued to hold onto my dick, leading me back towards the trail that would weave itself back and forth up the hill towards the summit. They had waved back, moments later hearing their laughter as we finally stepped out of sight.

"You had fun shocking them didn't you?" I told her. "Why'd you tell them that anyway?" I then asked.

"Oh come on Robbie," she shot back finally releasing my prick. "It will give them something to remember, something to laugh about, and tell their friends about later after they return home again. The brother and sister that interrupted them while they were fucking, and who had been fooling around on the hill just above them doing pretty much the same thing just after they had."

"Except we weren't...didn't, fuck," I told her stopping to look at her. "Though I wish we had been," I then added.

Kris stopped now looking back at me, about to speak, though she held her thoughts. "Come on, we've got just time enough to finish our lunch before we need to head back," she informed me, and then turned and continued on back up the hill as I stood there watching her.

**

It took the while to reach the summit again, Kris had already unpacked the few snacks we'd brought along for us when I arrived. "Hungry?" she asked.

"No...not really," I told her. I was in fact somewhat irritated with her. Not so much over what she'd said and done, but what we hadn't. Once again Kris had set boundaries, somewhat liberal ones this time perhaps, but nevertheless she had without taking into account my feelings with regards to them. Doing what we had, which obviously now she was more than ok with, just irritated me all the more.

"Why not?" she pressed taking a bite of her sandwich after putting mine away again. "Didn't you have fun...earlier?" she asked, knowing full well why I wasn't in the mood to be eating anything.

"Yes...I did, very much. But you know that Kris, and you also know that I want to do more than that with you too," I freely admitted. "What I don't understand, is why you don't, or won't."

"You KNOW why I won't, but it doesn't mean I don't want to, or don't think about it," she told me. "But Robbie, there's just no way that we can...or ever will. And you need to accept that."

"Ok, I will..." I responded back at her. "I'll accept that's how you feel, and how it needs to be for you, but in the same fashion, you then need to accept that I can't keep doing what we already have, without having the other two. So if I can't have that...if I can't make love to you, then I can't continue doing what we have been either. It's just too hard on me to not want to, and not want to try to every chance that I get."

We sat looking at one another for long moments. "Ok, if that's really the way you feel," she said looking at me, no longer hungry herself now. "Then that's the way it will have to be."

"Yeah, guess it is," I responded back watching as Kris nodded her head, then stood and began dressing for the hike back to the cabin. This time, she put all of her clothes back on as though to emphasize her determination, just as I then did.

We walked back in silence. Neither one of us saying a further word to one another as we made our way back.

**

After we got back, I immediately went into my room and stayed there. Around dinner time, mom came looking for me however, knocked and then let herself into my room. Unfortunately, there weren't any locks on the bedroom doors, not even the working fully plumbed bathroom door had a lock either.

"Dinners ready!" Mom announced. I feigned sleep, only then rolling over.

"Not hungry," I informed her. "Too much sun today," I think. Worriedly she came over to check on me, ensuring herself I hadn't suffered any real sun stroke.

"No, nothing like that mom," I said giving her relief. "Just tired, worn out is all, I'll fix something to eat a bit later after it's really cooled down quite a bit."

Still not too terribly pleased I wouldn't be joining them for dinner, she left. I lay there thinking about everything we had done lately, growing more and more irritated from it by the minute, and irritated with myself too because of it. Mainly because, it had also aroused me while thinking about it. Even though I tried willing my cock to go down, it didn't. I was soon laying there in my room with a hard cock that wouldn't go away. Which was when I decided to take matters into my own hands to see if I couldn't at least toss one off, and at the very least get rid of the nagging reminder I now had. I'd been laying there flogging away at myself beneath the sheets when another knock came at my door. I quit pumping my prick, now irritated at having been disturbed and only seconds away from climaxing when Kris stepped into my room.

"What?" I asked half barking at her.

She frowned standing there staring at me. To make things worse, she was now wearing one of her skimpiest bikini's, her boobs all but falling out of the front of the top, the briefest of triangles between her legs barely covering that portion of her.

"Mom sent me to check on you," she explained. "Wanted to know if you were hungry enough to get up yet. Which you'd better do soon, or she'll be in here herself, thinking that maybe you really did get a sunstroke or something," Kris told me. "So...if you want to sit in here the rest of the evening and sulk, that's up to you. But you'd better come up with a better reason for sulking, or mom really will start to get worried about you."

"I'm not sulking," I spat at her. 

"Oh yes you are," Kris said glancing back over her shoulder, and then back towards me, suddenly pulling her bikini top up and over her breasts, exposing herself. "Just because you're not content with just playing with these, and a bit more," she said once again checking over her shoulder to make sure no one came up from behind her. I took that opportunity to lower my sheet, exposing my still very hard stiff cock as she turned back around.

"Yeah, well you won't be touching or doing anything more with this either," I said waggling it at her as she turned. "So you just keep that in mind too," I shot back.

"Oh I see how this is going to go now," Kris said looking at my stiff cock. "Well...two can play at that game you know," she said as she stood there fondling her own breasts. "We'll see who between the two of us lasts the longer without giving in then won't we?" she said. Kris covered herself, and then closed the door. I had picked up my pillow, throwing it, but it was already too late. She had once again gotten in the last word before I had.

"Yeah, two can play at that game," I said to myself. And rather than wasting a perfectly good wad, I decided to save it...for later. To be continued...



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 07



It was dark when I finally emerged from my room, the sun had set well over an hour ago, though it was early yet. Coming into the main family room I wasn't at all surprised to find no one was there. No doubt, they were all sitting up on the deck outside my parent's room if anything, enjoying the fresh evening air. I climbed the steps soon after stepping outside. The only one who was there, was Kris. She was sitting in one of the lounge chairs, I noticed immediately she still had her bikini on, the same one she'd been wearing earlier, only now...she'd pulled down the top, which rested, beneath her bare breasts. There was no doubt in my mind she had heard me coming up, and had purposely revealed them. I stared at her gorgeous tits only briefly, stubbornly refraining from continuing to do so, though it was obvious to Kris that I had when I'd first noticed them.

"So where's mom and dad?" I asked trying to be nonchalant, no longer looking at Kris's naked tits.

"They went out for a moon-light row in the boat," she informed me. "Left about twenty minutes ago, so they'll no doubt be gone for a while. They were both acting pretty frisky earlier, so I'm willing to bet they're doing the nasty out on the lake," she said grinning at me.

It was hard not gazing at Kris's bare breasts as she lay there, though I tried very hard not to.

"She left you some dinner...if you're hungry," Kris said as she then purposely cupped her breasts and began fingering her nipples. "Though I guess that depends on what you're hungry for," she added saucily.

"I'm not," I said simply, letting her decide as to which one I was referring to. I noticed then she'd been sipping on a glass of wine. "Any of that left?" I asked.

"Yeah, downstairs," she responded, though she let go of her breasts, answering with an all too familiar tone of voice, though she soon sweetened it again when she asked me, "Mind bringing me another one too?"

"Yeah, sure," I said taking her glass. I had felt my prick begin to stiffen almost immediately the moment I saw her sitting there like that. The fact I hadn't shot my wad earlier a sudden reminder that I hadn't, and that if anything, it would be an even bigger load now when I did. By the time I had reached the kitchen area, poured the wines...I was rock fucking hard again.

As I stood there looking down at myself, a sudden idea came to mind. Unzipping my jeans, I pulled my stiff hard cock out, setting it free, and then once again climbed back up to the deck carrying our wines. I leaned over handing Kris her glass, her eyes immediately spotting my hard stiff prick, which was now only inches away from her face as I did that.

"Would you care for anything else?" I asked smiling at her. I saw her hand actually lift from the arm of the chair as though she were about to reach out for my dick, but she immediately regained control, switching her glass from one hand to the other instead, and then taking a sip from it as she glanced up towards me as I turned heading over to stand by the railing. I did so, purposely standing off to one side so that she could get an even better view of my prick there beneath the lantern light hanging above me.

Looking over, I now discovered she had pulled the crotch of her bikini bottoms off to one side, her juicy bare split winking at me as she dipped a finger into it, taunting me as she did so.

"Sure you're not hungry?" she asked. "More than happy to fix something succulently delicious for you if you are."

"Only if you're willing to sauté' a particular sausage for me first," I responded. "And then share it with me, there's a particular way I like having it flavored first, before eating," I then said.

I could see the frustration in her face, making me smile, and making her own determination even more evident.

"No, thank you. Too much work and effort," she told me. "I was thinking more along the lines of a simple snack."

"Never mind then, I'm growing a bit bored with fast food," I said reaching down grasping my prick, just as she sat fingering her cunt even more obviously than she had been.

I finished my wine, looking over towards her. "Another?"

"Yes...please," she grinned though her smile looked anything but friendly as she said it. And this time, she removed her hand from her crotch, smearing the rim of the glass with her pussy juice as though salting it for a Margarita. "Would you care for some on yours?"

"Ah...no thanks, I have my own," I stated, and then ran the head of my dick around the edge of my glass. "Though you're welcome to try some of mine if you'd like."

Kris merely glared at me. 

"Suit yourself," I said taking her glass, and then once again headed downstairs again.

As I stood opening yet another bottle of wine, I could hear the sound of mom and dad's voices as they slowly began nearing the shore. And though I couldn't as yet hear what they were saying, it was evident they were on their way back. I grinned evilly, a whole new idea coming to mind. I left the glasses on the counter, quietly and slowly climbing the steps back up to the deck, stroking my cock as I did so. I made it where I was just standing behind the entryway, Kris still sitting in her deck chair oblivious to my presence. I eased over behind her, still sitting there unaware, felt the first surge of my spunk as it traveled up the length of my cock, and then spurted as I stood there aiming it into the air behind her. 

She actually looked up, her hands coming out as though to test for rain as I spat another, and then another white sticky rope of cumrain down upon her. Finally realizing what it was, she turned, screamed, yelling at me.

"You mother fucker!" she cursed at me furiously. I laughed, ducking back inside, zipping myself up, just in time as I reached the bottom of the stairs just as the door to the cabin opened, mom and dad coming back in. Kris had reached them right behind me, her tits still bare, though upon hearing the door as it began to open, covering herself and then making a beeline for the bathroom. All mom saw was the blur of Kris's backside as she safely reached it, slamming the door behind her. I looked back, pretending surprise as she did that, then facing mom's curious expression.

"What's up with your sister?" she asked.

"I don't know, must have been something she ate perhaps...or didn't, I don't honestly know. Maybe...she had a bit too much liquid refreshment this evening," I then pointed out as I poured myself a fresh glass of wine, leaving hers empty.

Mom nodded her head disapprovingly. "She never could handle too much liquor," she stated.

Having stepped in behind her, I saw dad's hand give mom's right breast a quick fleeting squeeze. "That's one thing your mom's always been good at," dad chuckled. "Controlling her licker..."

Mom gasped, turned dislodging dad's hand from her tit and took a swing at him, though playfully so. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"Must be the fresh mountain air," he told her. "Which reminds me...you indicated we had some unfinished business to attend to," he said grinning wickedly as he headed upstairs to their bedroom. "And sorry Rob, but the deck's now out of bounds," he added. "If you want to sit outside for a while, you and your sister will have to used the back porch, unless of course you don't mind having your parents embarrass you with their lustiness!"

"Have fun," I told them both, seeing my mother blush, though she soon ran up the stairs right behind my father, giggling like a school girl as she did. "See you in the morning," she called out without looking back towards me. "And don't stay up too long!"

I looked down at my crotch, my dick now finally somewhat flaccid again. "Don't worry...I won't," I assured her. Then took my glass and headed back outside to sit on the porch.

**

A short while later I came back in. The door to the bathroom was now open, though Kris's bedroom door was now closed. I stepped inside, took a pee, and then retired to my own room, undressing and slipping into bed. It was still a bit too warm for me to comfortably sleep, the coolness of the night air not yet having taken over, though I knew by morning, it would. As was always the case, I slept nude, starting out on top of the covers though I had pulled them back for later on when I would no doubt eventually need them. I smiled inwardly, remembering the surprised look on Kris's face as I liberally sprayed her with my cum as she sat there wondering for a moment what on earth that it was. With that image in my mind, I promptly fell asleep with a smile on my face.

It was sometime after midnight when I felt the first chill. But then oddly enough, I didn't feel it all over me as I'd expected, just in one particular place. I opened my eyes, and though it was still dark, there was just enough moonlight to see by as it filtered in through the window of my bedroom. Still groggy with sleep, it looked for a moment that there was an apparition hovering over my bed, but as my mind quickly cleared, and the sensation of coolness truly registered, I looked down. Kris stood at the side of my bed, a can of whipping cream in her hand. She had liberally doused my surprisingly stiff cock, a fresh dollop of the substance just having been sprayed, and planted decoratively atop the very tip of my prick. Seeing I was now awake, Kris laughed stepping back, but I was too quick for her, reaching up, just managing to grab her arm and yanking her towards me. Losing her balance, she fell into bed on top of me, screaming briefly until I shushed her with a worried look, one hand coming up to cover her mouth.

"Quiet, unless you want mom and dad coming in here to see what you've done," I told her. Especially as she was also naked. She continued to fight me of course, but now quietly, very much the same way we had done as kids, arguing, wrestling, enjoying it, all the while pretending not to, and thus silencing our wrath rather than expressing it.

Kris sat up, trying to pin my arms above my head, her free swinging breasts mere inches away from my face. As though bobbing for apples, I managed to snare one of her tits, capturing it between my lips, not quite biting it, but certainly nipping at her exposed nipple. She barked, literally, trying to escape letting go of my arms but I easily seized her waist throwing her back down onto the bed and then climbing on top of her where I now easily pinned her in place instead.

My cock, sticky and covered in whipping cream now rested firmly against her mound. The cream itself now everywhere, though I just managed to grab the can she'd been holding before she realized it. Pinning both of her arms now with just one of mine, I aimed the can at her breasts and gave her a large dosing, listening to her squeal in delight as she again struggled in vain, trying to slip out from beneath me.

"Oh no you don't!" I said tossing the can away, once again pinning her arms. "You're not going anywhere!" I moved against her, watching as her eyes widened even in the darkness of my room. There was no mistaking it, my hard stiff prick had grazed the nubbin of her clit as I moved up against her, now releasing her arms, my hands coming down to capture her cream covered tits as I sat astride her. I played with her nipples, they were soft, smooth and decadently delightful to massage, using the over abundance of whipping cream in doing so. I slid up her form once again, and then down. Each time my hard prick sliding against her, the groove of her pussy kissing my prick like a pair of lips as I did so. I heard her moan, and almost immediately afterwards say "No...No! No!"

"No?" I asked sliding against her again, slowly this time, even more forcefully against her slit. I felt her nails dig into my back as I did that, knowing full well she had left marks when she did. But I simply didn't care. I did it again, repeating the word. "No? No? No?" each time I said it, sliding against her, feeling her wet slick pussy now grinding against me.

"We...I....we ah...oh fuck Robbie, we can't....No!"

I slid against her again, "No?"

She didn't answer. I slid against her again. "No? Yes? No?"

"You...ah, you have to be..."

"I have to be what?" I asked still sliding back and forth against her now, my hands free to roam caressing her tender hard tipped breasts.

"You have to be the one...to do it."

"To do what?" I asked still teasing her. "To do what?"

"To...to...to put it in," she almost begged me.

"No!" I told her. "You have to. If you want this, if you really want me, then you have to be the one, reach down..."

I put her hand around my dick, she held it as I again slid up against her. But then she let go, once again crying out, "No...I can't, I just can't," she said sounding as though she were actually about to cry.

"I can't either," I told her. "I don't want to be ever accused of raping you, forcing you into doing something you really don't want to do. If you don't want me to...say it now, right now...and I'll get off you. And that WILL be it!" I said seriously, emphasizing the word.

"I can't...but I don't...want you to stop," she breathed hotly, almost whispering the words as she spoke them. "But I can't...I just can't."

We had obviously reached an impasse, I was frustrated, and clearly she was as well. Her legs having even wrapped around my waist, locking me in place as though afraid to release me, knowing if she did, I would no doubt back away and climb off her. Which I would have.

Once again I reached down taking her hand, placing it around my prick. "Then just hold it, the moment you let go...I stop, understood?"

She merely nodded her head, but even in the darkness I saw her do it, her hand remaining securely wrapped around my dick near the base, leaving more than enough room to place it against her wet slick opening. We both felt the hard spongy head of my prick now slice through the first barrier between her lips, not quite entering, but definitely knocking at the door. I gave her a moment more, but her hand stayed. I pushed an inch, felt the first slip of my prick actually enter, her hand loosened, but she didn't let go. I pushed a bit more, and then felt the mouth of her cunt surround the full head of my prick, I was technically in her, and we both knew it, but even then I waited before sliding any more of it inside her.

"Yes? No?" I asked one last time looking down at my sister, then before hearing her answer, I leaned forward, my lips seeking hers as we kissed. Kissing unlike anytime we ever had before. Our tongues danced, fenced, our embrace suddenly wild, passionate and abandoned. Then she breathed against my neck, her hand coming up to my head pressing me even closer as she arched her body against mine. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck Robbie...yes!"

I slid...slowly, ever so slowly, letting Kris feel me, feel the length of my prick as it slowly enveloped her, driving deeply inside her until I felt the base of my balls comfortably resting against the cheeks of her ass.

"I'm in you," I moaned. "I am so fucking in you!"

"Yes!" she cried out again, sobbing this time, though her nails again raked my back, the lines of her pleasure I knew would be telling, and I would need to be careful in keeping them concealed come morning. But at the moment, I could have cared less. The warmth, softness, and convulsing, contracting heartbeat of my sister's cunt caressed my prick with a newfound want, need and love that neither one of us could have ever realized. "Make love to me," she again whispered. "Don't just fuck me," she asked again. "Make love to me."

I slid in and out of her several times more, then rolling, taking her with me as I did. Kris found herself now sitting on top, my prick buried to the hilt inside her as I once again reached up capturing her breasts. I then felt her lift, her sweet sex mouthing my prick as though she were using her other mouth. With more urgency than I realized, she crashed down against me, and then back up, and then down again, until our coupling became a blur. I found delight in the erotic sensual slap of our flesh, the seepage of our fluids, mixed with the still sticky sweet cream we were both covered in, only adding to the sounds of the night that expressed the joy and the love we now shared. She leaned over, kissing me again, our coupling slowing, though continuing. Neither one of us wanting the rapturous release to come for either one of us too quickly. We rolled again, taking her to the side were we lay facing one another, lifting one leg over hers, our bodies meshed together closer than they had ever been before. I suckled her breast as she held my head against her with her hand, the length of my cock still slowly working in and out of her cunt as she moved back meeting me forcefully every time. Once again, the rapidity of the tempo increased, the decadent sounds of our lovemaking filling the night.

"Oh God Robbie! Robbie!" she cried out, her pussy suddenly heated even more than it had been, and suddenly slicker, wetter if that was even physically possible.

"Kris! Kris! Kris!" I moaned out, biting her shoulder, driving my shaft even deeper inside her, feeling the intensity as it began to balloon, already the first hard felt spurt of ecstasy making its precious way up my shaft.

She must have sensed it, felt it, as she began to shudder, her pussy suddenly liquefying just as the first spray of my cream began filling the recess of her sweet feeling cunt. She groaned, the sound coming from deep inside, slowly rolling outwards until it spilled in a rush of agonizing pleasure. Forced to silence her own desires and needs, she fisted her own mouth trying to block the scream that emerged from her as my prick continued to spill its seed deep inside her, now mingling with her own as it backwashed against me in an almost fine misty spray that somehow managed to work its way out and around my prick, coating us both as she slammed herself against me, now humping me, grinding, even harder than I'd been doing to her.

It took forever for either one of us to catch our collective breaths. 

I had just spent myself inside her, perhaps shooting more cum than I ever had before in my entire life, or so it felt like. And yet...somehow, almost magically I remained hard inside her as we lay there. I could feel the pulsating beat of her still quivering pleasure as she surrounded me, kissing me with her cunt.

"There's no going back now...not for me anyway," I told her.

"There's no place to go back to," she added. "Only ahead...only forward. I love you Robbie, I always have loved you, even though I maybe never knew just how much I really did. But now I know. I know now...I can't ever go back to the way that it was, not ever again...not now, not ever!"

"I love you too Kris," I said kissing her, tasting her lips, sucking her tongue and then breathing the words into her mouth as we kissed. "I...so...love...you!"

We made love again, even longer, slower and more beautifully this time. And again towards morning as the sun finally began to peek its head over the horizon, peering in through the window like a peeping Tom as this time we fucked frantically, wickedly, decadently, even crazily. Standing up, pounding deep into my sister's cunt as I held her against the door, walking with her about the room, Kris impaling herself upon my cock until we crashed together upon the bed, and emptied ourselves into one another one last time.

"It's not going to be easy," she said still milking the seed that continued to drip from my prick inside her.

"I know," I told her, holding her in my arms.

"We may be ostracized," she added, "scorned, ridiculed, even abandoned."

"I know...but I don't care Kris, the only thing I care about, the only thing I've ever cared about...is you. So no matter what happens, from here on out, all I want, all I will ever want...is to be with you."




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 07



We heard the knock and then the sound of my mother's voice on Kris's bedroom door across the hall. Obviously no response came. Moments later she knocked on mine, Robbie? Kris? Breakfast is ready...are you up?"

I rolled off her, drawing the covers over the two of us, I looked once more at Kris, kissing her, and then looked towards the door.

"Yes...we're up mom. Come in...we have a lot we're going to need to talk about."

We both held our breath as the door opened, mom stepping in, taking one look at us lying there in bed together, her face at first showing a look of surprise and then shock.

And then suddenly, she smiled.



I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 08



When we'd heard the knock on the door, we both realized that we couldn't very well hide what it was we'd been doing. It was too late for that. Nervous, hell...scarred shitless even, I'd looked at Kris, that moment passing between us when we'd made the decision to accept whatever consequences came our way because of it.

After that brief moment of surprised shock, which we'd both fully expected, it was the sudden smile that came to mom's face, which we hadn't. For a moment I know Kris and I were more confused than anything else, lying there beneath the covers totally naked, holding hands.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised," mom said closing the door behind her as she leaned against it looking down at us. "To be honest, I've been expecting it, and surprised it hadn't happened before now. I've seen it coming, even though I don't think the two of you did, so I honestly figured it was only a matter of time." Mom then stepped over towards the bed sitting down at the end looking at us for a moment. "I am going to ask you to do something for me though," she then said waiting expectantly.

"What?" Kris managed to ask though I heard a bit of a tremble in her voice as she said it. She was still nervous and more than a bit caught off guard by mom's revelation. 

"Although I expected it, and as I said, not too terribly surprised, I know your father will be. So what I'm going to ask you to do, as hard and as difficult as it might be, especially now, is to NOT tell him, not yet anyway. If you can, I'd rather he not learn about this until after the two of you have moved out. Perhaps then we can slowly warm him up to the idea. Not only that, it will give the two of you a chance to think it through yourselves. You might find that in time that this won't work, though you might also find that it will. I think until the two of you know for sure, one way or the other, that it's best to not yet concern or worry your father over it. For the moment at least, I'd ask that you keep this a secret just between the three of us."

Mom stood and headed back towards the door after getting our assurance that we'd do that, keeping our newfound relationship a secret for the time being at least.

"We're going to go for a drive around the lake sometime after breakfast," she informed us. Her smile told us there was a hidden agenda to that as well. "There's a special place we used to go," she hinted. "Thought we'd go up there and spend some time together in the afternoon. While we are, that should at least give the two of you time to enjoy yourselves as well. Just make sure that any evidence," she emphasized suggestively, "is cleaned up and taken care of by the time we return. Other than that, just be careful, and don't do anything stupid or foolish either."

We both knew what she meant by that too. "We won't," I assured her. Mom smiled once again and put her hand on the door knob.

"You're father will be up soon, breakfast is almost ready, so if you wouldn't mind..." she said leaving off, and then stepped back out into the hallway closing the door firmly behind her once again when she left.

The one very strange thing about all this was, I was hard as a fucking rock! I am sure it was a mixture of the intensity of mom's walking in and finding the two of us in bed together, naked as she sat talking to us, basically giving us her blessing at least to continue to explore our relationship. Something I now knew I had every intention of doing. Holding my sister's hand, I now pulled it over towards me, placing it on my hard stiff prick.

"Robbie!" she squealed yanking her hand away, not in disgust certainly, but knowing full well how aroused I was at the moment, though with mom's reasonable warning to us, she wasn't about to go against her wishes either. "You'll just have to wait until after they go for their own little drive," she said coquettishly, "But after they do...you can do with me whatever you want!" She promised suggestively.

Kris hurriedly dressed after that, and then slipped out of my bedroom back into hers to change clothes and head out to help mom with the breakfast. I lay there, my hand once again wrapped about my own cock, more fondling and playing with it than having the intent to make myself cum. There was plenty of time for that later, and I smiled knowing that we were going to share a very erotic, very sensual day together. I soon rolled out of bed, dressed, and headed out into the kitchen. I found that I was famished, walked out, gave mom a kiss on the back of her neck which caused her to giggle almost like a teenager herself, though she shooed me away from her shortly after that, reminding me to behave myself. The three of us were still sharing secretive looks and glances when dad made his way down for breakfast, though mom once again gave us both a couple of warning looks in addition to those.

I felt like a kid about to go out on his first date with the promise of delights in store afterwards. The moment mom and dad had driven off, I grabbed up a large fluffy blanket after having first taken off all my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Kris asked curiously, seeing me suddenly naked and holding nothing more than the blanket in my arms.

"We're going for a short little walk...naked," I grinned at her. "So come on Kris, take off your clothes, mom and dad might have just left, but I really don't want to waste a lot of precious time either!"

Although hesitant at first, Kris ran back into her room and came out a moment later just as naked as I was. "This feels really...really...naughty," she giggled once again taking my hand as we headed outside into the warm sunshine together.

"Yes, it does, and that's the whole point," I said grinning at her.  We didn't walk far, the cabin well within sight as we made our way down towards the lake, stopping just short of it in a small little swell where wild grass grew thick, and the soft sandy beach wasn't so far away that we couldn't run down to it, and from there into the lake for a swim if we chose to do so.

I spread our blanket down on the grass, and then invited Kris to lie down beside me. The moment she did, I rolled over on top of her, where we simply kissed for a very long time, though my cock once again gave away my arousal. Even with it as stiff and hard as it was, I was in no rush to satisfy its want, nor was Kris either. We took delight in the simple playfulness of the moment and of our time together, as a short time later we stood, once again hand in hand and ran down to the lake.

Though the water was reasonably warm from the hot sun, it still took us both a few moments to get used to it. Wading out until we were both waist deep, I stood looking down at Kris's amazing breasts. I saw a flood of goose bumps running up and down her arms, across her chest, in particularly where her twin, now very hard and very erect stiff nipples stood out so invitingly. Reaching out, I traced one of those precious little points with my finger tip, seeing the pleasure in Kris's eyes as I did so, keeping it light, playful but oh so very, very sensual at the same time. She moaned delightedly, moaning again as I brought up my second hand adding another finger to the simple dance on and about her hard puckered areolas. As aroused as she was, and having gotten used to the water now, her goose bumps slowly began to fade, though her nipples remained about as hard and firm as I'd ever seen them.

I was surprised when Kris unexpectedly pulled away, reaching down, and then splashed me thoroughly with water scooping it from the lake throwing it at me. Squealing, she turned almost immediately trying to run away. I chased her, quickly catching her before she could however, now grabbing her from behind, my lips coming down to half bite her neck, hands once again reaching around her to capture her twin full orbs imprisoning them, scissoring her nipples between my fingers as I held her there, pressing into her from behind. I could feel the press of my rock hard dick against her bare ass, just as she could of course, causing her to slowly rotate herself back against it. Letting go one of her breasts, I reached down, quickly finding her slit, which even in the water was slick, allowing my finger a quick teasing penetration of her sex before lifting it to then tease her hard little knot.

Kris turned back around facing me, her hand rapidly locating my stiff prick, stroking it. My hand, once again down between her legs, again worming inside her, feeling her slickness, her heat as I slowly finger-fucked her there in the water as we stood peering into one another's eyes.

"Come on, I want to eat you," I said looking into her depts. Without another word, she reached for my hand, leading me out of the water and back up to the beach, and then on to the blanket we had warming, waiting for us beneath the bright sunshine. 

"Robbie, I want you to do whatever you want to do to me, as often as you want, however you want it. I want to experience anything, and everything with you," she told me. "And not just here either, but after...after when we get back, after we return to our friends and to our lives."

I knew there was much we still needed to discuss and talk about, and we would. I think we both knew this was still all too new to make any long lasting decisions about, or commitments regarding. But it was a start, something we'd both now come to accept as something we wanted to explore, even if in the end, it proved to be too insurmountable an obstacle for either one of us to overcome. At the moment however, none of that mattered. Only her sweet succulent lips as she lay down, so wantonly, almost obscenely spreading herself as I stood there looking down at her.

"I love feeling like this when I'm with you," she told me. "I don't know how to explain it or describe it Robbie. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it isn't, but whatever it is, I love this naughty, even dirty feeling I have, I feel wicked, hot...horny, insatiable, all of those things, and I like it. I like laying here spreading myself open, having you looking at me, seeing me as I pull my lips a part, letting you see inside me, knowing you will soon be thrusting your hard fucking cock so deep inside my pussy."

"Not before I have tasted you," I interjected, now kneeling down between her wide-spread legs, still looking at her glistening wet cunt, the moisture certainly not from the lake as I ran my tongue up her succulent tasting split, the sweetness of her nectar clinging to the tip of my tongue as I flicked it against that tiny hard little nubbin, causing her to cry out involuntarily with pleasure.

There is simply no way to adequately describe how I felt. I was drunk on her cunt. I wanted to turn cannibalistic and devour her from the inside out. I nipped her lips, not quite causing her pain, but enough to cause her to squirm, thrashing beneath me wildly, wantonly, and passionately. Hearing her groans of pure pleasure, the way her nails dug into my back as she soon wrapped her legs around my head, seizing me in a near vice-like grip. I speared my tongue into her as deeply as I could, fucking her with my face, my fingers driving into her tight slippery tunnel. I sucked her clit, holding it, vibrating it, simultaneously walking two fingers inside her against her "g" spot, once again feeling her squirm as a fresh stream of lubrication greeted my waiting mouth.

Hearing her scream, not in orgasm, but in pure unadulterated sensuality and passion was like music to my ears. Being so free out there in the open, not knowing for sure if the sound of her screams might be heard by someone passing by, wondering if upon hearing them if she was being murdered, though the murder of her cunt was done tenderly and with a great deal of enthusiastic delight.

I lost track of the number of times that she came. Twice she had tried to force me away from her, struggling to get out from beneath me, but I pinned her down, wrestling with her even, once again impaling her on my fingers, fucking her into submission with them. Only then would I again dive between her legs, my lips capturing her clit once again where she held on almost spastically, thrashing, and writhing almost in pain, yet moments later crying out again in sheer sweet ecstasy as her female nectar poured from her pussy like syrup from a bottle.

"Enough! Enough!" She finally pleaded causing me to relent. I rolled away from her, the smell of her cunt on my face, the taste of her still thick on my lips and tongue as I savored it, licking myself, smelling my fingers before licking them off. I looked over, her eyes wild, her expression stark in ways I had never seen her look before. Kris had just climaxed a countless number of times, there was no denying her satisfaction, and though her body might have found its completion, her spirit, mind and soul had not.  Slithering up between my legs, I felt her hands grasp my cock, squeezing it hard, choking it fiercely.  Any other time, it might have hurt the way she did it, but as aroused as I now was, she could have bitten it off and I would have cried out in pleasure long before feeling the pain. I watched as she bared her teeth, jumped as she nipped the soft head of my shaft, and reveled in it as she continued. 

"Yes, bite it, suck it...jack it, fuck it...all of it Kris, all of it!"

"You're going to squirt in my face, in my mouth, on my tits, in my cunt, on...and in...my ass," she said hotly. "And then we're going to do it all over again," she seriously demanded. "I want you to cum so much that you can't cum any more, I want to feel each and every squirt of your prick, until there are no more squirts I can even possibly milk out of you, and then...and then, you'll fuck me again. Even then, with no more cum left inside your balls, you'll fuck me again until the last tiny little drop of your juice dribbles out of your sore stiff cock. Maybe then Robbie, maybe then, I'll let you rest. But not...until then!"

Her mouth felt like wonder as she engulfed me, drawing me more deeply inside than she ever had before, even to the point of gagging on it, though even then she still sucked, swallowing or so it seemed, the very head of my prick. Only when she had to breathe, needed to, did she relent, still licking, still somehow sucking, jacking, holding, and kissing my prick stem to tip and then back again. She slapped it, made it sting. And slapped it again before sucking it deeply. She nipped the head, teased the supersensitive crown of my shaft with her tongue, nipped it, and then slapped it again driving me delirious with pleasure.

"Squirt it on me! Squirt it on me!" she demanded, now jackhammering my cock, and then slowing, her torturous tease maddening, all the while talking to me, telling me where and how she wanted it. She rubbed my prick against her breasts, back and forth across her almost too tender nipples, which I had myself ravaged only a short while ago. "In my mouth, on my cunt, in my ass...come on fucker, come on, squirt it, shower me, spray me...spunk me baby, spunk your nasty, naughty, dirty little step-sister!"

There wasn't time to warn her, I couldn't have anyway, there wasn't time. The first massive spurt from my cock hit her on the side of her face. I watched the streamer of cream ricochet off her cheek, hitting her ear, then settle obscenely in her hair as she laughed wildly, deliciously. Her mouth suddenly coming down to surround my prick, catching the next equally forceful shot.

"Don't swallow! Don't swallow!" I called out, "Let me see it, let me see it dribble, drool out of your mouth onto your tits!" She surprised me then standing, though more stooping really, a mouth full of cream, her cheeks bulging as she held it inside. She squatted over my dick, more spurts still coming, watching them shoot up, hitting her red swollen cunt, splattering against it. I then watched as she opened her mouth, purposely letting the string of thick sticky cum literally pour from her mouth, hanging suspended in a long dangling rope back down towards my prick where she dangled it, wrapping and swirling it about the head of my prick as she stood above me, smearing the last of my essence against herself, masturbating, pleasuring her hot heated cunt once again.

True to her word, long after the last spastic climatic pleasure had left my prick, she continued to milk it, working it, squeezing it until nothing else came from it. Even this she licked, sucked, hoping for more, her hands still down between her own legs, now frigging her clit unabashedly until the sweetness finally over took her. She rolled away, onto her back, her legs bent back nearly behind her neck as she slapped her cunt with more force than I'd ever seen anyone do, screaming out...cumming, screaming out, and then suddenly spurting.

It was the first time I'd seen her do that, and as I would later learn, the first time she ever had.

I wanted to drown myself in her fluid, but I could only lay there trying to find breath, watching her cunt gush a geyser of clear fluid high into the air, drenching herself along with the blanket as tears rolled down her cheeks, her hand now soothing the nubbin of her sex, fingers stroking it, though a tiny thin streamer of liquid continued to occasionally pulse out of her pussy like the beating of a heart.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Was all she could lay there and say...over and over again.

**

We fell asleep there together for a short while, waking up, gathering our blanket as we headed back to the cabin not wanting to overdo it and get too bad of a sun burn though we'd risked that already. Drained, even somewhat exhausted, it was interesting to feel the sudden renewal of desire manifest itself as we neared the cabin.

"Fuck me in every room!" Kris suddenly said releasing my hand, sprinting off. Hindered to some extent by the blanket, I trailed behind though reaching the back door only a minute after seeing her disappearing inside. I stepped in, tossed the blanket off to one side, Kris was lying down on the kitchen table, her legs bent at the knee, her pussy once again wide spread and open as she lay there toying with herself.  "Fuck me!" she said wantonly. "Come over here and fuck me on the table, fuck me hard, fuck me deep...and then take me and fuck me again, in another room!"

I felt my previously satiated cock rise, it swelled rapidly upon seeing her lying there the way she was. The table was at the perfect height as I stepped towards her, grabbing her legs and dragging her half off the edge until the tip of my prick skewered her without any preliminaries. Kris cried out, "Yes! Yes! Fill me! Fuck me!"

I drove into her, impaling her with a single solid thrust, the head of my dick pressing against her cervix as she shuddered clamping her legs around and about my ass. Her eyes looked glazed over as she stared up into mine, "fuck me!" She hissed. I fucked, held still, looking back at her. "Again!" I fucked in...and then out of her, once again holding still. "Fuck me you bastard!" she now screamed out. "Fuck my cunt!"

I slammed into her several times, as hard as I could. To my surprise, Kris suddenly scooted back and away from me, sliding and then turning to slip off the end of the table. She stood looking like a wild-woman, and then sprinted up the stairs into our parent's room. I ran after her, chasing, reaching the room only moments after she had. Perhaps it was the fact it was their bed, which is why she wasn't on it. But she had prostrated herself over the arm of one of two large oversized chairs.

"Fuck me," she said once again the moment I came in. I leered at her, stepping over, holding my prick like a spear in my hand as I did so. I saw her look change however as she looked back at me. "Fuck me...in the ass!" she then added, surprising me when I heard her say that. "Take my ass cherry Robbie, fuck my ass, fuck me for the very first time...in my ass!"




I'll Show You Mine If... Ch. 08



I watched her as she wet her fingers, reaching around, her spit having slickened one, which she now used to probe and slightly penetrate her tight puckered opening with. My prick was leaking a nice bit of lubrication as well, which I now added, squeezing my dick producing more, and then adding that to the lubricant she continued to use in further loosening herself up with. When we were both reasonably sure she was lubricated up enough to make the attempt, I placed the head of my dick against that tight little opening and began teasing her there. I held it, pressing it, looking down, watching as she slowly began to open. I saw the head of my dick slowly ease inside, holding still then as she accustomed herself to the unfamiliar intrusion. "More...give me more, push it in! Push it in!"

I watched the head of my dick disappear. I stood there unmoving, waiting for her to loosen, not wanting to hurt her, feeling her as she did. I spit, my saliva coating a new section of my dick as I pressed once again, another inch, holding, stopping, waiting, once again spitting. She loosened far quicker this time, gobbling up my dick inch by inch as I slowly eased into her until I felt the root of my cock pressed against her ass cheeks. Even then I held still, her lusty harsh breath telling me she could feel it every bit as intensely as I could.

"Fuck my ass!" she moaned softly, almost whispering it as she said it. "Fuck...my...tight...hot...ass!" she now stated a bit more forcefully, wiggling herself against me as I slowly backed out, not quite popping the head out as I did so before sliding, not yet thrusting back into her. I felt her intake of breath, holding it, one hand coming up to grasp her breast, almost painfully twisting her own nipple as I eased myself back inside her, once again the root of my shaft hilting itself, my balls heavy, resting between her legs tickling her ass cheek.

I slid out...and then in. Out, and then in.

"Faster! Fuck me faster! Faster!"

We began to move together as though fucking her cunt, though her ass was extremely tight, gripping my shaft, already threatening to yank the seed from my balls, filling her tight little fuck tunnel with my cream.

"Go on do it!" she said turning to look back over her shoulder. "I want to feel what it's like for you to shoot off inside me! I want to feel the lurch, the splurge of your spunk drenching my ass, come on baby...come on Robbie, fill your sister's ass, let me feel you shooting inside me!"

We both knew of course that she really wasn't my sister, but hearing her say it, almost as though she really was, lent an air of pure decadence to the already decadent act. I couldn't have stopped myself even if I'd wanted to, already the first spurt of climatic joy was racing up my shaft as I drove into her as deeply as I possibly could.

"Yes! Yes! I can feel it! I can feel it!" she squealed delightedly, clenching her ass around me, gripping me so tightly that it nearly hurt as she clenched her ass cheeks, holding me inside her as I filled her with delicious spurt after spurt after spurt.

I was exhausted, spent...stepping away, limp now my cock suddenly going flaccid more quickly than it ever had. Leading me back downstairs into the bathroom, Kris washed me thoroughly, taking her time to examine me, and washing me again, though I saw nothing that repulsed me or caused me concern. Even so, she was still thorough, perhaps more so than need be.

"I know you said you wanted to fuck in every room...but," I said looking down at my now very limp dick. "But it might take me a while." Kris laughed at that, looking about. I saw as her eyes lit up, she took my toothbrush, turning around, and then turning it on. With the bristles facing away from her pussy, she used the back, flat side of the brush, holding it directly against herself. I stood before her as she sat on the toilet seat. She held her cunt open with one hand, her hard swollen little clit protruding provocatively, she teased it mercilessly, even tapping it with the still vibrating brush.

"Twist my tits, pull on my nipples!" she all but begged me. Now adding a finger to her pussy as she sat there fingering herself, still guiding the vibrating toothbrush back and forth against the glistening pink shiny surface of her clit.

To my surprise, I felt my prick once again begin to stiffen. Only inches away from her face, Kris saw it too, looking up, smiling at me. "No worries," she giggled. "I knew you'd be able too!"

Once again Kris stood up, turning around her hands reaching out to brace herself against the sink. Though tempted, this time I eased the head of my now firm shaft once again at the opening of her sex and slid easily inside her. We fucked slowly this time, the tempo of our coupling never increasing, never decreasing, just a slow easy going rhythm until I felt her pleasured seizure, felt her pussy spasm, and then a sudden flood of juice as it forced its way out and around my prick, actually dripping out to splat down on the floor between us as she came.

We fucked in my room, in hers, in the shed, in the laundry and storage room, and even managed to squeeze ourselves into the pantry next to the kitchen, deciding that room was big enough to be considered one. I didn't come again, though my prick remained hard enough to satisfy her, not even sure she did either. But it wasn't necessary for either of us at that point, the mere coupling itself still intense, still satisfying, and oh so pleasurable.

Two and a half hours later, we were again dressed, packing as we'd been asked to do, when mom and dad returned. An hour after that, we were on the road again, heading home. Kris and I had taken advantage of the motor home, slipping back into the bedroom though clothed, falling immediately asleep there together for the ride back. Just before drifting off, she had once again reminded me.

"Things won't ever be the same again between us, you know that now yes?"

"I know," I told her softly. "I know. And I also know we still have a lot to consider and to talk about, but not now...later, after we're home, and together, after we've made love again. Then we will, then we'll talk, and take things from there."

**

Even though we'd both gone to bed early, it was still difficult getting up and going to school on the following Monday. Thankfully, it was only a half day for me, and just an hour more than that for Kris. She had for warned me however that Susan was coming over with her after school. We hadn't as yet really talked, having only enough time over breakfast with mom and dad upstairs getting ready for work.

"After what's happened...I do need to know, how do you feel about the things I've done with Susan and the others?" she asked.

"What do you mean how do I feel? I think you already know that," I said grinning at her. She looked at me curiously. "So, what are you saying? If I...well, if we..."

"Still mess around a little you mean?" I asked smiling, and then turned towards her seriously. "Listen, Kris. What you and I now have...is between us. What we do, share or experience with one another is us...and just us. What you do with Susan, or Michelle, or whomever, is between you...and them. Or...all of us, if I'm included. But I don't expect, or want you to think that just because we've found something, that may, or may not turn into something more, that you now have to give up, turn off, or quit doing with your friends, unless that's something that you yourself decide to do. But I'm not asking you too...nor expecting you too. That answer your question?"

She smiled, and then hit me. "You're only saying that because you like the thought of Susan, or Michelle and I going down on one another!"

"So? Sue me!" She might have tried hitting me again, but we heard footsteps just then reaching the landing. Seconds later mom walked into the kitchen, took one look at us and smiled that exact same smile she'd given us when she'd first walked into the room and saw the two of us in bed together.

"Everything still ok between you two?" she asked curiously.

"More than," I grinned reaching over to tweak one of Kris's boobs beneath her sweater. She screeched out what was an attempted insult, though she giggled instead. "Stop that!" she said smiling.

"Yeah, stop that!" Mom said joining in. "At least while your father's about...remember, you promised!"

"Don't worry mom, I remember...and we really will behave whenever dad's around, but..."

"But?" Mom said looking up towards me, just as Kris was now doing.

"Since you do know...can't promise to say the same if you're the only one that just happens to be around!"

"Robbie!" My mother exclaimed in feigned shock, just as Kris did. But I quickly grabbed my lunch and headed out the back door before either one of them could comment any further. I paused momentarily beneath the window however, hearing the sounds of their laughter coming from the kitchen, and then mom asking Kris.

"So...how was it anyway?"

**

I got home around noon, headed upstairs, took a shower and came out just in time to hear the sound of Kris pulling her car up in front of the house. Peering out the window of my room, I saw that Susan was indeed with her. Moments later they came in and then busied themselves in the kitchen fixing a snack.

"Why are you grinning like that anyway?" Susan asked. "You've been grinning like that all fucking day long...what happened? Anything you'd care to share with me?" she said almost pleadingly.

I had slipped downstairs and now stood just outside of the kitchen listening. 

"You want to know why I'm smiling?" Kris asked teasingly.

"You bitch! You know that I do...come on, fess up, what's happened you're not telling me about?" she pressed.

"I finally did it."

"Did what?"

There was a long momentary pause. But I could somehow still clearly see the expression on my sister's face as she sat there. Seconds later the sound of Susan's voice.

"Oh my God! You two did it didn't you!" she said. "Where? At the cabin? You did! You two fucked up at the cabin didn't you! I knew it! I knew you would!" she said excitedly, pleased with herself apparently for guessing that after all this time, we finally would. "So...how was it?"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. After having heard that same expression used only earlier that morning, I burst out, laughing loud enough to be heard.

"Robbie? We know you're out there...you might as well get your ass in here!" Kris said now giggling herself.

I walked in, Susan sitting there with her mouth open, the two of us looking at one another grinning almost evilly.

"So? Either of you two going to tell me? And don't leave anything out either! I want to hear ALL the juicy, dirty little details!"

"Make you a deal Susan," I said. "I'll tell you...everything, and I promise not to leave a single thing out either...provided."

"Provided what?" She asked curiously, suspiciously.

"Provided, you lick Kris's pussy the whole entire time I'm telling you. Then I will."

Kris looked at me now concernedly. "You sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure...and besides, we already talked about it. And besides that...regardless of what's going on now between you and I, I still like watching two women together!"

"Men!" Susan spat, though she looked to be a little relieved herself. 

"Yeah, men...Robbie!" Kris added to that, then smiled, stood and looked over towards Susan. "Well? You want to hear the story? Or not?"

I've never seen a woman move that fast before. By the time I had joined them downstairs in Kris's bedroom, they were already tearing one another's clothes off.

I waited until Kris had propped herself up in the bed, several pillows behind her head, Susan now situated comfortably between my sister's legs, already beginning to tickle her with her tongue as I likewise removed my own clothing, settled down in the chair, and then quite happily began stroking myself off as Kris watched me, and me watching the two of them.

"So...we'd been kind of teasing one another all day, which is when I had come up from behind her, stroking myself off...when I started to cum on her, without her at first being aware that I was, that's when things really got interesting..."