11 comments/ 137549 views/ 123 favorites Clumsy Fucker! By: Chris7sw One of the worse things about growing up is that growth spurt that hits you around puberty. It can start when you're as young as perhaps 12 or even as old as 18, but whatever your age it seems to really take hold just when you don't want it to - just when you're finding out that girls are fun and when sex rears its head in earnest. Suddenly you grow six inches taller; suddenly all your trousers are way too short for you and your shirts too tight. Suddenly too your penis takes on a life of its own and changes from a little wee-wee to a damn monster that keeps interrupting things! Not so suddenly your voice changes, sometimes becoming falsetto; sometimes breaking into a bass growl. And all this is just when girls are starting to look interesting - and when they too seem to start noticing you as well. Everything happens at the worst possible time it seems... And one other thing happens - you become clumsy! Suddenly taller, you're prone to banging your head on things. Your legs now stick out a lot further than they used to so you trip over anything. Your arms are longer too so when you reach out to get something you miss your aim or if you wave your arm you sweep something off the table. And it was this clumsiness that got me into a lot of trouble, or fun really, as it turned out. I'd done most of my growing and now I was past 18 I reckoned that I was a real man; all grown up and capable of taking on the world. I was suddenly right on six feet tall; I weighed almost 11 stone (steady on 155 pounds); I'd got some decent muscles where before I had very few and even my penis had grown considerably and was now something over seven inches long and a lot thicker than I'd ever have expected it to get. My scanty pubes had thickened and spread and I'd even got a small collection of hairs on my chest now. Seemingly another side-effect of post-puberty was that my damn cock wanted to become erect over just about anything, any time, anywhere and my trips to the bathroom or my bedroom for relief made both my parents chuckle and rib me mercilessly. Thank heavens they were both pretty broadminded; they knew why I had to rush off so often! Apart from a few minor problems with broken crockery, which got me banned from washing up for a while, my clumsiness wasn't a major problem; it was more of an embarrassment than anything but it was my older sister Sharon who became the one to really suffer from my clumsiness when we went out one night. Neither of us had a date but Sharon wanted someone to go to a club with her so I got roped in. It wasn't that she didn't have any friends; far from it, but she picked a night to go out when some other event was on to which many of her friends were going. But not liking the DJ, she'd opted for this particular club instead, to which I was now invited although I actually think I was invited simply because I could drive; therefore she could drink...and get a free ride home. Being 18 now did have its benefits and with the help of a backhander of some folded notes from Dad, I felt quite capable of being a decent escort for Sharon and I felt quite proud to be accompanying this pretty 20 year old blonde down the street from the car park. Dutifully I kept off the booze because although in Britain I was now old enough to drink, I just wanted to dance; to be seen out there, hopefully by some young and eager females and it wasn't long before I was on the floor throwing myself around with massive abandon, my arms and legs inevitably flying everywhere. And I don't actually remember kicking Sharon, or anyone else for that matter, but suddenly she screamed loudly and fell in a heap to the floor. A whole pile of us immediately surrounded her while she cried out in pain and held her knee and we were soon helped out by a large security guard who part lifted, part carried her to a first aid room with me following them, almost wringing my hands with embarrassment and concern over what she was going to say. Her right knee was already swollen and poor Sharon looked a proper mess; her hair was everywhere and her make-up was smeared from her tears. "You fuckin' idiot," she yelled at me as she registered my presence, "Kicked me, didn't you, you clumsy fuckin' bastard!" "I didn't know! I didn't do it on purpose," I said, feeling very uncomfy and very small too, "I was just dancing." "Dancing like a fuckin' scarecrow," she said, "Everything sticking out and flapping about everywhere!" The guard, who had now administered some first aid, turned to me. "Is she with you?" he asked as if he didn't already know and I confirmed that she was. "I'd get her home if I were you," he said, "Either that or off to hospital for a check-up." "Take me home - I'm not going to bloody hospital," said Sharon, still wincing, "You did it - you can fuckin' well look after me for a while." I ignored the implications in that statement and between us we got her outside the club, where the guard kept her company while I fetched the car and eventually we got her seated and strapped in. I thanked him for his help and drove carefully home, Sharon wincing every time I drove over the slightest bump or cornered too fast for her liking. She was being a proper baby, I reckoned. Fortunately I could park the car quite close to the front door and somehow I managed to get her up and out and down the hall to her bedroom, where I gently lowered her to the bed, although not without at least a few more moans and groans. Once on the bed, at least she smiled at me, her initial anger and pain now having subsided somewhat. Mum and Dad had already gone to bed and I knew better than to disturb them - they both had a fixed routine of early to bed, early to rise, complimented by a sleeping pill each, so I asked Sharon what I could do for her. "Well, first thing, since I left my drink at the club, you can get me another one - I was on Bacardi and coke," she said, "Dad's got a bottle in the cupboard." Actually our parents kept a quite well stocked booze cupboard so I was able to grab a can of lager as I fixed her drink, my first for the night. My hand shook as I poured her Bacardi, my confidence at a low ebb and my over-long arms not helping one bit with my pouring. "Thanks Chris," said Sharon as I handed her drink to her, then she held up the glass to inspect it. "Bloody hell, I wanted a glassful not a bucketful!" she said, "Couldn't you find a smaller glass?" "I didn't know," I said contritely, "I didn't know how much you wanted." "Enough here for the rest of the night," she said as she drank deeply, "Fuckin' hell - that's strong! Oh well; won't need a refill for a bit." Silence reigned for a few moments as we both supped at our drinks, then Sharon spoke. "Sorry I shouted at you but you were dancing like a fucking zombie or something and your foot bloody well hurt me." "I'm really, really sorry," I said, "You'll have to teach me - I'm not used to clubbing - I don't know the latest moves." "Don't know any moves, do you? Yeah, I'll teach you but I'll need to get back on two legs first," said Sharon, taking a big swig of her drink, "Now, what can I do for the pain?" "We could try a cold compress," I suggested, remembering that we had some ice chest freezer blocks; take one and wrap it in a towel and it might well help. Sharon nodded her agreement, "How will you get one?" I told her about my idea and she nodded. "Yeah ok. I'll need to get my tights off first though," she said, taking another swig, the fumes of the Bacardi swirling around, "Better take my skirt off too, I guess." Getting her skirt off wasn't too hard for her but bending her leg to remove her tights was almost impossible now so my help was enlisted and if Sharon had done things in reverse order perhaps nothing more would have happened. But now that she had her skirt off, her lower body was only encased in her tights and just her little g-string knickers beneath them and suddenly Sharon looked a bit worried. "Don't look," she said, "You're not supposed to!" "Can't help it if I'm here pulling your tights down, can I?" I said, "Don't want to hurt you any more." "Well, try not to look," said Sharon as she began to work her tights off over her hips. "Not as if I haven't seen you before, is it?" I said, because she didn't always cover up completely when she came out of the bathroom. Sharon looked at me suspiciously, then tipped the rest of her drink down her throat. "Oh yeah, so what have you seen then?" she asked, but somehow her voice was now teasing rather than demanding. "Only you when you've been in the bathroom," I said, "I mean, I know, for example that you shave down there." She quickly put her hand over her groin, which was a bit of a waste of time since her thong-clad pussy had been more or less on show for several minutes now, albeit under her tights and I chuckled at her. "What's the matter?" she said. "Bit late to cover up, isn't it? And when you get those tights off you'll be a lot more uncovered!" I said cheekily. "Hmmmph - well you'll just have to get used to the sight then, won't you?" she said as she began to peel her tights down towards her thighs, "Right, give me a hand now." She was sitting on her bed, leaning back somewhat as she lifted her hips to slide her tights down while I was squatting on my haunches before her so now I lifted my hands and placed them softly on her thighs to pull at her tights. "No - no, you'll ladder them - put your hand up here," she said, meaning where her tights were now bunched just below her groin. I reached forward and as I did so I just over-reached; my extra-long arm causing my hand to miss her thigh and land right on her pussy; I felt the softness of her lips and the way they gave way in the middle before I pulled my hand away. "Oh fuck, get off, you arsehole," she said quietly but firmly, obviously not wishing to wake our parents and my hand was removed in seconds...but not before the feeling became locked away in my subconscious mind! "Sorry Sharon, sorry, that was a real accident, I promise," I said contritely, "I honestly didn't do that on purpose." "Bloody well hope not," she said, "Try again but be more careful." This time I ran my hands up her thighs until I was able to grasp a handful of her tights and this time Sharon gasped instead. "Oooooh wow," she said, "Your hands - they felt lovely - your touch is so gentle." I let go of her tights and ran my hands up and down her thighs several times, my thumbs caressing the soft inner flesh until she moaned and stopped me. "Naughty!" she said, "And you're supposed to be helping..." Back to her bunched up tights went my hands and carefully I eased them away from her pussy and slid them slowly down her legs until I reached her knees. "Careful," groaned Sharon, "Mind my knee." Very carefully I stretched the tights and lifted them over her damaged knee; then suddenly the crisis was past and I was helping her to get them off her feet. "Well done," she said as I handed her the tights, "Thanks Chris." Now her legs were bare they looked gorgeous; long, tanned and sleek and so smooth. "You've got lovely legs; bloody lovely," I told her, "They look really wonderful." And as I spoke I put my hands back onto her bare naked thighs and slowly moved them up and down as I'd done before, savouring the delicious smoothness and warmth of her lovely legs. "Mmmmmm," hummed Sharon, "That's nice; don't stop..." Squatting on the balls of my feet before her, I extended my rubbing, leaning towards her somewhat and suddenly I lost my balance and I tipped forward. I quickly moved one hand away and used it to stabilise myself but my other hand slipped quickly and my fingers came up against her pubic bone, while my thumb caught briefly at the edge of her thong and slid underneath. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" groaned Sharon, "You bastard! Ooooooh no...!" As she spoke my thumb slipped in moisture that seemed to be everywhere and I felt her lips part as my thumb slid right up her crack! Sharon's hand immediately clamped down over mine, effectively locking my thumb in her pussy...and as I flexed my thumb slightly I felt the tip penetrating her vagina - only slightly but enough to tell me that she was very wet inside! "No-oooooo! Ooooh, no - ooooooooo!" she groaned, "Stop it!" "Get your hand off me and I will," I said and I felt her hand lift off mine. I slowly pulled my hand away, immediately noting the highly erotic scent that now wafted around the room and seeing the wetness on my thumb. I so wanted to bring my thumb to my nose or my lips but I reckoned that Sharon would have belted me if I'd done that. And this was where one of the other problems with newly-sprung puberty comes in - my cock was now as hard as steel and I'd need to take him in hand soon because an orgasm was already forming. Well, actually he'd been erect and very hard ever since I touched her thighs and now he was throbbing and becoming extremely eager to unload. Sharon seemed to be in shock or something so I took advantage of the lull by trying to escape, having known full well that I'd gone too far, even though by mistake. I stood up just as Sharon sat up properly and her eyes opened wide. "What the fuck is that?" she asked, looking directly at the big bulge at my groin, "You're hard, aren't you? You're not supposed to be like that - I'm your sister." "I can't help it," I said, rather naively and now very urgently needing to give him some relief before he exploded, "He gets hard all the time; look, I've got to go." "Oh no you don't," said Sharon, "You're helping me; you stay here." With that she grabbed my hand and yanked me back towards her, her pull strong enough to make me lose my balance once more, trip over my feet and end up sprawling over her bed beside her. As I fell so my hand reached out clumsily ahead of me and caught on something before it hit the bed. My attention however was on my cock which was immediately squashed beneath me as I landed but instead of it being painful the pressure felt lovely and I sorely wanted to rub him against the bedding until...no, stop it! I rolled until I faced Sharon...to see that she now lay there as well but now her blouse was unbuttoned and loosened and there before my eyes was one beautiful bra-clad breast, her pink nipple clearly visible through the gauzy mesh of her low-cut bra. I'd long lusted after her tits; she may well have had lovely sleek, long legs but it was her tits that I'd always longed to see and seldom seen enough of...and now here was one of them right in front of my face. I think I gasped like a fish out of water until I heard Sharon chuckling. "You really are fuckin' clumsy, aren't you?" she said, "Anyone would think you wanted to see me naked, the way you're going." "What'd you mean?" I asked and she looked down to where two buttons lay on the bed. "Your bloody hand just ripped my blouse open; tore off the buttons; I'll have to do some sewing now," she said, not entirely aggrieved it seemed, considering the severity of the accusation, "Bet you did that on purpose!" "You're joking!" I said, "Why would I want to do that?" "Cos you're always perving after my tits, aren't you?" she said with a mischievous grin, "Still, they're only tits aren't they? Do you want a better look then?" Fuckin' hell, I'd do anything for a better look but I didn't dare admit it but Sharon must have understood my desire. "Here you are; I'll show you!" she said as she sat up and shrugged off her blouse and turning, she thrust her two magnificent breasts towards me. "Like 'em?" she asked, lifting a hand to slide it over and then cup one of her breasts, "I'm a 38C in case you need to know!" "Wow!" was all I could manage, my eyes on stalks, "They're...they're lovely!" She shrugged and flexed her shoulders, making her breasts come loose inside her bra, making one nipple actually pop out of the top in fact. "Oooops, nearly!" she said as she cupped her breast and made it comfortable again, "Mustn't get you too excited!" I shivered because I was indeed too excited; my cock was taking it all in and turning every single vision into a sensation; sensations that were quickly accumulating in my balls, by all impressions. "Ohhhh fuck!" I moaned, feeling my penis throbbing wildly, "Sharon, I've got to go!" "Why?" she asked, leaning towards me and making her breasts almost spill out again, "What're you scared of?" I was panting now; feedback was almost out of control; I could feel things tingling and jerking; I could feel the pressure rising rapidly. "Oh-oh-oh fuck!" I cried, "I'm not scared, I'm gonna...oh no...!" My hips jerked uncontrollably and I felt my cum pulsing into my pants as I shot off, more and more spunk pouring from my penis, flooding my underwear, soaking my jeans. And I didn't dare put my hand over my cock; I'd have only given him even more signals to erupt and anyway Sharon had already seen everything. "You've cum!" she said, a huge enigmatic smile on her face, "Did you just cum?" I nodded shamefacedly, unable to say anything. "Oh Chris, that's so sweet!" said Sharon to my complete astonishment, "All because of me! Wow!" "I couldn't help it!" I admitted, "First your legs, then your, um, pussy now your tits..." "Yeah - probably was a bit too much for a youngster," she said with a big smile, "Ummm, I think you need some tissues, don't you; you're soaked." She looked around and pointed to a box. "On the dressing table," she said but I shook my head. "I'll go and clean up in the bathroom," I said as I stood up, my cum-soaked groin already cooling but Sharon held up her hand. "No - you might wake Mum or Dad - stay here," she said, "I won't look, unless you want me to!" I gave her a filthy look as I shuffled to the dressing table and undid my belt and jeans. I slid my zip down and let my jeans fall to my knees to reveal my underpants; a sodden mess of cum, sticky and chilling already. "Bugger! Can't wear these now," I said as I stepped out of my jeans and pushed my underpants down, "Don't look!" "It's only your bum," said Sharon, "Seen that before, it's cute!" I gave her another filthy look as I stepped out of my underpants and began wiping away the sticky mess from my pubes, my cock and my balls; then I realised that I'd have to 'go Commando' thereafter and that my cock would be unfettered. Hopefully he'd behave now... But as I lifted my head from checking my groin I saw something that made my heart stop - the mirror on her dressing table must have shown Sharon a full frontal view! I turned my head around. "Were you looking?" I asked but Sharon didn't answer; she didn't need to - her eyes told me everything! I really didn't know what to say, I was so embarrassed, so I just pulled my jeans back up then picked up my soggy underpants and held them out. "What shall I do with these?" I asked and Sharon held out her hand. "Give 'em here," she said as she took them from me, "I'll hide them in the drawer for now." But I noticed that she brought them right past her face as she took them, her nose crinkling as she did so. "Made a right mess, didn't you," she said as she dropped my pants in the drawer, "Got it everywhere!" "Shut up!" I admonished her, "You weren't supposed to see that." "Why not - what's wrong?" she replied, "First time I've ever seen a man after he's cum - fascinating!" "Hmmmmph," I mumbled, "That was private...but I guess I'd better forgive you." "Good - so you've got that over with then? Ok, now come on, I want you to deal with my knee; it still hurts," she said and indeed it still was swollen and somewhat reddened, "Go and get that ice pack will you please." Utterly deflated now that bit of pressure had been relieved I quietly went down to the utility room and the freezer and soon returned with the freezing block of plastic, picking up a hand towel from the bathroom as I passed it. Clumsy Fucker! Then a thought came to my mind. 'Why did Sharon stop me going to the bathroom?' I thought, 'She must have known she'd see me and my cum-soaked genitals!' It wasn't as if I'd have passed our parent's room, was it; that was up at the other end of the hall - I doubt if I'd have disturbed them at all! 'Dirty bitch!' I thought. I let the matter drop as I wrapped the ice block in the towel and readied it beside her knee. "Ok - it's really cold," I said, stating the obvious and Sharon nodded. "Good - start below my knee," she said, then winced and sucked in a breath as I touched her skin with the towel. "Oooooo!" she shivered, "Cold!" "What did I say?" I said looking up from my work into her eyes. But they were closed and my own eyes immediately fell to her breasts where her nipples were now poking stiffly against the material; each one now protruding considerably whereas before they'd been little flattened cones. Instantly a tremor ran through my groin; instantly I felt my penis begin to enlarge once more. 'Oh, not again; not so soon!' I thought. Quickly I returned to my task, now smoothing the chilly parcel over her joint, while Sharon shivered and sucked her lip. "Better?" I asked as I took the pack away for a while and Sharon nodded. I put my other nice warm hand on her knee and felt the joint; it was still swollen...but more importantly it felt so smooth and sleek...and my hand just slid slowly away from her knee and up onto her lovely warm thigh. "Hey - concentrate!" she said and I ripped my hand away as if stung! "Ooh, sorry," I said, "You just feel so...so sexy, that's all." I saw her eyebrows lift up and a smile played briefly over her face. I brought the ice pack back to her knee, now working gently from above and I watched as goose bumps appeared all over her thighs, while Sharon shivered above me. For a while I worked on until she pushed me away. "That's so much better Chris, thanks for that," she said, "But I'm all chilly now - I want to get my bed jacket." With that she stood up, her thong-covered pussy not two feet from my face and went to walk to her wardrobe but once again, my clumsiness and I upset things. She seemed to wobble as she put weight on her knee and with her being so close I reached up to help steady her as she stepped over my thigh; but my hand, instead of landing on her hip, caught in the waist-string of her thong; there was a 'twang' and it broke, her pussy-shield immediately flapping uselessly down to one side. At once it revealed that she did indeed shave completely; that she was quite wet down there and that her lips were red and swollen; my eyes taking in every single little detail. Immediately too, my cock jerked and became erect again at the sight of her sweet pussy; the very first fully naked one I'd seen in real life and right in front of my face! "Oh wow!" I exclaimed at the same moment as Sharon clipped me round the side of my head with her hand and sat down quickly. "Oh for fuck's sake!" she exclaimed, looking at her broken thong, "You're a fuckin' nuisance tonight. You screwed up my night and now that's twenty quid you've just wasted." She looked from the side strap to her pussy itself. "Oh well, you've seen it now," she said and she stood up again, this time to slide her useless 'garment' off before sitting down once more. "Happy now?" she said, her mouth all creased up with annoyance, "Go and get me my jacket; perhaps you can do that without ruining things." Contritely I got her little bed jacket for her and held it while she slid her arms into it; my eyes however doing their best to stay locked onto her exposed slit, her clit protruding proudly from the top. My penis began to throb again and I wriggled my hips around to make him more comfortable in my jeans, a sight not unnoticed by Sharon before I sank back onto my haunches in front of her. "You're not getting horny again are you?" she asked and although I said nothing, the long ridge down my thigh had given my situation away. "You fuckin' are, aren't you?" she said, "Jesus - I thought I was bad enough!" She leaned back a bit and spread her legs a little bit wider. "You like what you see then?" she asked and I nodded eagerly, while blushing furiously. "Not your first pussy is it?" she asked and I nodded again. "I've seen girls in mags and on the internet," I said, finding my voice somehow, "But yours is the first real one; I mean the first real pussy I've seen, ever." "Well, you're one up on me then," she said, "I've seen cocks like you've seen pussies but never in real life. Well, I've seen limp ones, but they're nothing to look at really!" "You're still a virgin then?" I asked incredulously, "You've never...made love." "Never fucked at all," she replied, "I don't do one night stands; I don't like playing around; I don't want a man to fuck me and tell everyone; I want to be loved properly, so I'm waiting for the right man." Her exposure and seeming willingness to 'open up' about such things made me bolder. "Could I...? Can I...? Oh fuck...what do I say," I dithered, not really daring to look at her as I spoke, "Can I have a look? I mean, a proper look...please?" "What the hell for? It's only a fuckin' pussy!" she said, opening her legs wide, "Like this, you mean!" Oh God - there before me was her slit in all its glory; her lips now swollen and parted, her clit seemingly erect; her vagina hidden behind a veil of stickiness. "Wowwwww!" I exclaimed, "That looks so...exciting!" "Do you want me to tell you which bit is which?" she asked but I shook my head. "No, it's alright, I know all that - it's just seeing a cunt close up that's incredible," I said and saw Sharon screw up her face. "It's not a cunt - it's my pussy," she said, "Don't be fucking rude about it." "Sorry Sharon," I said, my eyes still locked onto her groin, "I'm learning, sorry." "Is that all you wanted?" she asked but I didn't know what to do... "Why are you all sticky inside; are you excited like I was?" I said, "You didn't cum though, did you?" "Yeah, I'm all wet because I'm excited," Sharon replied, "But no way have I cum, not yet." "You going to then?" I asked without thinking. "Might do later," she said, "All depends." "On what?" I replied. "On whether or not you let me see your cock," she said, "You've seen mine, now I want to see yours." This was a step too far; I'd never exposed my penis to anyone, especially not in the state he was now in. I shook my head and stood up, feeling my penis take up position down my thigh again. "Why not?" Sharon asked, closing her legs around one of mine and sitting up straight, "It's only fair." Her bodily contact was sending wild signals through my body and I had to close my eyes. I shuddered all over and my hips jerked uncontrollably, my cock stiffening and rising...then I nearly fell backwards. There was a sudden feeling around my waist; a sudden zipping noise; some cool air on my groin and then Sharon's hand was at my pubes, feeling around inside my loosened trousers! Desperately I tried to stop her but when I reached down, her head and arms were in the way and before I could do anything more intelligent, I felt the waistband slacken completely and my jeans fell to my knees. "Aaaaaahhhh!" I cried, realising that I was now naked where it mattered, "Get off!" "Won't!" said Sharon determinedly, "I want to see him properly!" Her thighs were still clamping my leg and now a hand snaked around my own thigh to hold me, sending more shock waves to my penis. And despite my panic, my penis was rising, rising and stiffening until he was completely and entirely erect. I looked down just as my foreskin began to slide back from my crown; my glistening, shiny, sticky knob revealed. "Oh-oh-oh fuck!" I moaned, shutting my eyes as I felt Sharon's breath blowing over my penis, "Please don't!" But I was in her thrall and still with my eyes tight shut I felt myself being moved until I bumped backwards against the bed and fell back onto it beside her. "That's better," said Sharon from very close by, "Can I play with him Chris?" "Ooooh fuck!" I said, not much of a reply but the best I could manage as I felt Sharon moving around beside me. I opened my eyes just as Sharon's hand landed on my abdomen and I almost jumped off the bed. "Calm down," she said, "I'm just exploring, it's the first one I've seen properly, isn't it." Her hand was moving slowly over my abdomen and I found myself holding my breath as her fingers reached into my wiry pubes and I just knew what was coming next. My very stiff erection was pointing up towards my chest as her hand closed in and I watched as her fingers tentatively reached out and slid softly down my shaft. I let go all my breath in a shuddery outflow, then sucked it all in again suddenly as her fingers closed tightly around my cock. "Gosh - isn't he hot!" she said moments later, "He's incredible; so soft; so big...how big is he?" "About seven and a half inches," I said, exaggerating a bit inevitably. I saw her wrinkling her nose before she spoke again. "He smells so wild," she said, "Fuckin' gorgeous smell; make me feel so horny!" Her hand started moving up and down my shaft, dragging my foreskin with her, until I stopped her. Things were hotting up a bit too quickly for my liking! "What's the matter," she said, her hand now held under mine, "Don't you like me doing that?" "Yeah, but you said you just wanted to see him," I said, "Not bloody well play with him!" I knew full well what playing would lead to; another eruption; another mess...! "I'm trying to find out what he does, what he's like," she said, "What's the matter - do you want to touch me too?" Oh fucking hell, did I??!! Stupid question! "Oh shit - can I really?" I asked and I felt Sharon's hand under mine squeezing my penis in reply. "Come on then," she said, "Give me your hand." My hand that was nearest to her lifted as if on strings and Sharon grasped it and pulled it towards her pussy, pushing my fingers into place down the length of her slit; my fingers slipping easily between her lips into her very hot wet slot. "Come on then, feel me properly," she said as her other hand started to move beneath my hand on my cock and now here we were, Sharon helping me to play with her while I was helping her to play with me! Things were all getting exciting! Now getting my hand into the action, I began to explore, sliding my fingers around in her gooey juices, feeling the spongy texture of her lips, the smoothness of her inner lips, the slipperiness of her vagina and the stiffness of her clit - I was in heaven as I explored and as Sharon now allowed me freedom to do so. And Sharon was exploring too now I'd removed my hand from on top of hers; her fingers had elicited a gush of precum which she'd discovered and she was now spreading it over my crown. Then she grasped my shaft once more and slid my foreskin back up over my knob, forcing another small stream of precum out, before sliding my now well-lubricated foreskin back down. My breath was ragged and quick and Sharon's seemed to be the same and I could swear that my heart was pounding at twice its usual rate as she caressed and played with my cock. And Sharon's hips were now jerking upwards as I rubbed my fingertips around her clit - I knew well enough how to stimulate her; my problem had simply been one of experience, or lack of, but now I was making up for lost time! Now Sharon's hand was rolling my balls around, sending different sensations to my brain, causing unexpected twitches and shudders to shake my cock. And before they died away her hand was back, this time rubbing quite quickly up and down my shaft. "Ooooh fuck Sharon, stop that," I said, as I began to feel the onset of an orgasm, "You'll make me cum again." "Ohh great!" she said, redoubling her efforts, "Squirt for me - I want to see it!" "Oooh Sharon, no - no!" I said quietly, my hips now rising up to meet her hand, "Don't make me cum!" But all of a sudden Sharon's other hand clamped down on top of mine; mine that was busy playing with her clit and I felt her fingers pushing and squeezing mine hard. "Now you're making me cum!" she said, her voice all shuddery, "Oh God - I'm cumming - I'm going to make you cum too!" "Oooh wow," I said as I felt her body shaking under my vibrating fingers, "You cumming are you?" "Yeah, yeah - oh fuckkkkkk yeahhhhh!" she cried, her hips jumping wildly, "Yeahhhhh! Cum with me, please!" And those words just sent me over the top! With a final grunt I thrust my cock through her tight fist and a blessedly large squirt of white cum shot half way up my chest. Blessedly large, I decided, because it would make a good impression on my sister. "Aaaaahhhhh!" I cried, as another big gush splattered on my chest, "More - cumming!" There was too - several more jets of warm wet cum anointed my body and her hand before finally my penis refused to produce any more, then Sharon took her hand away. "Wow, I loved that! And your cum was so exciting to watch," she said, "That was so powerful; so much better than doing it by myself!" I looked at her but she was serious now and I also knew that she meant to say those words despite neither of us ever admitting to masturbation before. "Your hand felt super!" I said, "I almost want you to do it again!" "I will if you like," I said, my fingers moving slowly in her swampy cleft, but she held me still. "Not yet...but what about you? Do you want me to?" she asked, her sticky hand wrapping itself around my cock again but I shook my head. "No not yet," I said, "Need a break..." "And me actually," Sharon replied, "I'm all wet and messy too, I want to clean up." And she was - where my hand still lay was soaked, splatters of her girlie cum all over her thighs and my hand and I really wanted to do it all again to her, but she stopped me. "Yeah, we'd better take a break," she said, "It's getting late." I looked at her alarm clock which showed it was almost three o'clock in the morning - thank heavens it was Saturday tomorrow. We both sat up and I felt my cum slithering down my chest as I did so and Sharon noticed it too. She brought her still spunky hand up and looked at it before swiping it through a large blob of cum from my chest. Her fingers rubbed together and she brought them up to her nose. "That's so horny, that smell," she said, "It's like nature; primeval; wild or something; makes you just want to fuck and fuck all the time!" Her tongue slashed out across her fingers and disappeared back into her mouth. "Mmmmmm, sexy, salty," she said as she started removing our juices with a towel, "No wonder people love sex so much!" Her actions had already started my cock rising once more; thank heavens he was partially hidden in my lap; until I stood up, that was! "Not again!" Sharon said, seeing my new erection waving before her, "Tomorrow - ok?" I hadn't considered that we might do it again; this was an unexpected turn-up for the books. "Yeah!" I enthused, as I wiped myself down too, "We going out first?" "If my knee feels better," Sharon replied, "We'll have to kill time until Mum and Dad are asleep anyway." She stood up beside me, holding onto me for support with her wonky knee and suddenly she reached up and kissed me - a full-blown kiss on the lips; wet, slippery and fantastic! I didn't even have time to give her one back before she was shoving me out the door and a little while later, after a last pee for the night, I was in my own room and clambering into bed. My cock was still very hard but at least he'd unloaded twice tonight although as soon as I lay down he had to be satisfied yet again but finally he was replete, if only until tomorrow! Saturday came and both Sharon and I emerged from our rooms around ten or thereabouts; each somewhat blearily smiling self-consciously at the other before we settled quietly into the kitchen for a bit of late breakfast. Sharon managed to look incredible despite last night, she was wearing a flared skirt and a fluffy soft pink sweater; she looked straight out of the rock 'n' roll era and gorgeously sexy. "You two fancy coming over to see Auntie Gillian and Uncle Jack today?" asked Mum as she cleaned up after us and we both shook our heads. That would be akin to wandering round a morgue; our relatives weren't exactly known for their joviality or conversation. "Oh well never mind; don't blame you really but we've got to go; it's their diamond wedding anniversary this weekend, so we've promised," said Dad as he chucked the newspaper down on the table, "You two be alright on your own?" "Yeah, sure," said Sharon, "What's diamond for; eighty years?" "Don't be rude; it's sixty years," said Mum, smiling cheekily at her, "They're old but not that old. Anyway, you didn't answer - will you be ok?" Sharon and I both went "mmmmm" in reply but our eyes were captivated by the newspaper headline instead. "Teenage Pregnancies On The Rise!" it screamed, as if they'd never been known to happen and Sharon and I looked at each other; our eyebrows rising and falling together. "There's some frozen left-overs in the freezer," said Mum, "Help yourselves; they just need reheating in the microwave." "We'll be back late this evening," said Dad, swinging his car keys around his fingers, "Ten, eleven, thereabouts - ok." The enigmatic glances between Sharon and I became grins instead as we realised how much freedom we'd just been given and we found ourselves waving enthusiastically as Mum and Dad headed off in Dad's car. "Wow!" said Sharon as the car disappeared and we shut the door, "I think we've got enough time for some more exploring, don't you? Won't need to wait until tonight!" I found my eyes almost whipping around to look her in the face; to see her licking her lips sensuously and I had to shake my head in disbelief. What a change seemed to have overcome my sister. Sharon's arm was now draped over my shoulder and now I wrapped mine around her waist as we headed back from the front door to the lounge and sat down on the settee. She seemed ok but I thought I'd better ask. "How's your knee today?" I asked somewhat belatedly, "Any better?" "Not too bad thanks; feels a lot better really," she replied with a wicked smile, "Especially when I'm lying down!" This was a different girl to the one I used to know; she used to be mild and demure; innocent and seemingly guileless but now she was starting to become something of a wolf or at least a pussycat with claws! "So you want to do some more exploring, do you?" I asked, somewhat scared to actually say the word - and not really knowing what to call what we'd been doing anyway and Sharon nodded. "It was fun," she said, "Fucking good fun really - and I slept so well afterwards." "And me," I said, "But I had to, er, you know what, before I could go to sleep." "What, masturbate?" said Sharon, "So did I...but it was better when you did it to me!" "Yeah, that's what I thought too," I replied, feeling my penis start to stiffen, "Is that what you want to do?" "Mmmmmm," replied Sharon as she snuggled up to my side, "Do you think we could?" "Try to stop me!" I said, now embolden by her words and actions, "We going on your bed?" "Mmmmmm," said Sharon again, "Soon, before I get too excited!" As she spoke she placed her hand on my thigh and I found my hips twitching and jerking from her touch; my cock stiffening completely, actions that Sharon was quick to spot. Her hand moved and settled right on my cock, squeezing and caressing him through my jeans. "Ooooh, careful," I said, "Don't make me cum in my pants again!" Clumsy Fucker! "You that close already?" she asked, her hand continuing to move around, "Better get rid of it then!" "Oh what!" I exclaimed as my mind registered that Sharon intended to get me off, "Oh God yesssss!" Sharon's hand was still smoothing and squeezing my cock; then she looked up at me. "If you're gonna cum soon, can you cum again afterwards?" she said, her tongue slowly licking her upper lip. "Yeah, in a little while," I replied, "O-o-o-oooh careful! Not just there...!" Her hand had found a part of my penis that was very sensitive and I'd be out of control if she wasn't careful. "You'd better get him out then if you don't want to mess your pants!" she said, "Anyway, I want to see him again." My breath was shuddering in and out as she played with me and I knew that I'd have to do something fairly soon, so I unfastened my belt and jeans and as Sharon lifted her hand away, I slid my zip down and pushed my jeans down to my knees. My erection was clearly evident in my underpants, showing not only a big tent but a damp patch too. "You haven't cum already, have you?" asked Sharon, her eyes wide open but I shook my head. "No, that's just precum, it oozes out when I get hard," I said, feeling another upwelling as I spoke. "Take 'em off properly," said Sharon, "You look stupid with your jeans round your knees!" I guessed she was right so I slid them right off, now enjoying the freedom of movement without them. "Get him out then," said Sharon sexily, "Let me see him." "No, you do it," I replied and Sharon was ready instantly; her hand immediately sliding down my stomach and in past the waistband of my underpants. I found myself sucking in a big breath as her hand found my cock and wrapped itself around my knob, before sliding right down the length of him, taking my foreskin with her. "He's lovely," she moaned as she held and caressed my shaft, "Just love the warmth and the way he's so stiff." "Ooooh fuck," I groaned, "Not too much; I'll cum!" "Where you gonna cum?" asked Sharon, her hand now helping mine to remove my underpants and I shook my head. "Everywhere if you're not careful," I said, "We need a towel or something." I was very close to cumming now because Sharon, having removed my underpants, was still rubbing me slowly and sensuously from beside me before she got up. I thought she was going to fetch a towel but instead she knelt at my feet and returned to her task, now with her head much closer to the action. "He smells so sexy," she said, "All hot and horny and...oh wow!" A big gush of precum streamed down my cock as she held it up and I heard her catch her breath. "Look at that!" she said, "Wow - that's fantastic!" Her hand allowed the stream to flow into her palm before she closed her hand again and massaged the slippery fluid all over my cock, her actions making sloppy, slippery sounds rise from my groin. "Love that feeling," she said, "You get wetter than I do!" "Get a lot wetter very soon," I said, my voice unsteady, "I'm close..." "Are you?" said Sharon mischievously, "Do you want me to stop then?" "No, no - don't stop," I cried, "Oh God - don't stop!" "You're going to cum, aren't you?" she said, her eyes looking straight at mine, "Soon?" "Yeah, yeah, I am," I replied, panting wildly, "Where's that towel?" "Damn, forgot it," said Sharon, her hand now flashing up and down my cock, "Fuck it! Sort that out later - just cum for me Chris, please!" Nothing could stop it now; the trigger had been pulled in my body somewhere; the fuse had been ignited and the explosion was mere seconds away. I could practically feel the heat rising; the fire getting nearer and nearer my cock until with a last few strokes from Sharon, I exploded! "Aaaaahhhhh fuuuuuck!" I yelled, my hips jerking wildly; my cock thrusting violently through her fist, "Here it cummmmms!" A spray of scalding white cum jetted into the air with a second jet following almost instantly. Sharon jerked back but she was way too late and anyway there was more to come! A third jet erupted and a fourth and a fifth; my emissions splattering over and sticking to everything and everywhere. "Fuckin' hell, that was good!" said Sharon, her hand still pumping up and down my still rock-hard cock, "That was amazing!" She let go and sat back on her heels before me, a great big smile on her face. But that was not all that was on her face; a splodge of cum had adhered from her forehead right down one cheek and there were spots and splashes of cum around her mouth and nose. She looked down to her hand which was also smeared with cum; even more than her face as it had caught the lesser trickles of cum as they oozed from my cock. My own t-shirt was a mess of spunk; several stripes of wetness were visible from my shoulders downwards. Down below my thighs were also splattered, as was the settee. My eyes raised up and I gave Sharon the once over again and her sweater was liberally sprayed too; there was even a big blob in her hair! But what else mattered was that her eyes were shining and excited and obviously very happy with the mess! "Wow!" she exclaimed, not for the first time, "Do all men cum that much?" "Dunno," I replied, lacking such knowledge, "From what I've seen on porn films some do - others don't, if you see what I mean." "Yeah - they always show porn stars with big cocks and loads of cum, but I bet that's not normal," Sharon said, "But I reckon that what you've spurted is abnormal." While we were talking Sharon had now fetched a towel from the kitchen and we began cleaning up, hardly knowing where to start. Sharon was rather enjoying the scent of my cum on her face so there she was, wiping my t-shirt while her tongue stretched out to garner the taste of the spunk that still adorned her cheeks, a sight so erotic that my penis immediately began to rise once more. Sharon could hardly miss the action and she looked at me, a wild look on her face. "Let's get in the bedroom," she said, "Feel more comfy there." We gathered all our offcasts and made sure the settee looked presentable before we headed to her bedroom; her double bed looking terribly inviting. "My turn to cum now, isn't it?" she said as she finally wiped the last of my spunk from her face and chucked the towel in a corner of her room, "You gonna help me?" "Yeahhhh," I said as I pulled my t-shirt off, to stand naked before her, "In a mo - let me take this off; it's too damp to wear now." My experiences with women's clothing was very limited but in the following five minutes or less, I found out a whole lot more as Sharon just stood there and allowed me to disrobe her - completely, not that there was much to remove! Her sweater lifted off easily, although I did manage to catch one of her ears in the neck of the garment; my eyes watching her breasts rather than her ears, inevitably! Her skirt unfastened at the side and when I ran the zip down it just pooled instantly to the ground and Sharon stepped out of it. "Pick it up, don't leave all my clothes everywhere!" she said, pointing to the chair. Dutifully I bent down to gather up her skirt and came face to face with her sweet little shaven pussy only partially hidden inside her skimpy knickers; I nearly aborted my undressing routine and dived in, but I remembered that I loved her tits too, so I controlled myself long enough to return to business. Under her sweater was nothing more than her bra; her well-filled bra, her 38C breasts straining for release; her little nipples squashed against the lacy material. I had to come in closer so I could reach round behind her for the clasp and as I did so, Sharon's arms came up and wrapped themselves around me and pulled me to her, her firm breasts squashing against my chest; our stomachs melding together. "I love you Chris," she said, "You're being such a super brother!" "You're not bad as a sister either," I replied, "And I love you too Sharon - always have." Seconds later and her mouth clamped itself on mine and while I may not have known much about undressing a woman or about going further for that matter, I certainly knew a lot about kissing - and so did Sharon, it seemed! Her tongue instantly insinuated itself between my lips; quickly exploring my teeth and finding my own tongue too. Quickly we were duelling, our lips becoming sloppy as we smooched and ground our mouths together, as soft and sloppy as a pair of puppies. "Oooooh fuck," groaned Sharon as we broke for a breath, "Come on, get the rest off!" My fingers quickly undid her bra; that was one thing I was good at; then I moved away from her to catch her bra as it fell from her breasts and despite my eyes locking onto her tits, I still managed to catch the wisp of material, still warm from her delectable body. Gently I deposited it on the chair and then stood and admired her body, clad now only in her minute knickers. Her big breasts now stood before her, proudly full and firm, pink tipped and entirely ready to eat - certainly desirable enough to make me hungry. "Do you like them Chris," said Sharon, slowly shaking her breasts from side to side, "Wait 'til we lie down, then you can have them." I knelt on one knee as I placed my hands on her hips to grasp the waistband of her knickers, remembering this time to be somewhat less clumsy as I gently slid them down her legs. I just had to bring them to my nose before placing them on the chair too... "Ooooh that's better," moaned Sharon, her hips rotating gently, "Feels so nice to get naked!" "Yeahhhhh," I breathed, mesmerised, as I stared at her pink pussy, absorbing the puffiness of her lips; the wet-looking crack and the little clit that surmounted her pussy, "Naked, definitely naked!" "Come on," said Sharon from above me, "You coming to lie down?" As she spoke she stepped backwards until she was against the bed and then just crashed down onto the bed, her breasts bouncing wildly as the mattress took up the strain. She held her hands up to me. "Come on then, hurry up!" she said and, picking myself up from my mind-blowing observations of her pussy I managed to settle on the bed beside her, lying on my side facing her, my head propped on one hand. "What - where - wh...what do I do," I stuttered, not accustomed to seeing so much female flesh, "Love your tits!" "Start there then," said Sharon, "Be gentle though..." My hand reached out over her body and cupped her breast, the warmth and smoothness of her body electrifyingly erotic and I found myself holding my breath with excitement. Softly I caressed her lovely breast, feeling the milk glands beneath the surface, feeling the crinkly skin around her tiny nipple, feeling her nipple itself, feeling Sharon suck in a deep breath as I touched her apex. "Squeeze it," she said under her breath, "squeeze it!" With my thumb and forefinger I rolled her little nub of hot flesh around and Sharon made strange noises each time I changed direction; little whimpers and cries like a bird or small animal in pain. "Is that alright?" I asked, not wishing to hurt her and Sharon nodded. "Ooooh - more than alright!" she said, her voice unsteady, "It's turning me on something terrible!" I looked away from her breasts and realised that her hips were rising and falling as I tweaked her nipple; I found myself wondering what would happen if I put the other nipple in my mouth. So rather than ask I used action and quickly moved my head forward, and with open mouth, I engulfed her other nipple and a fair bit of breast too. "Aaaaahhhhh!" groaned Sharon loudly, "Aaaaaahhhh, ooohhh fuck!" They weren't sounds of distress any more so I continued; now sucking harder and using my lips to pull at her nipple. "Yesssss, oh yesssss!" screamed Sharon, her body undulating furiously, "Don't stop - that's lovely!" I grated my teeth lightly over her nipple before sucking it deep into my mouth; then using my tongue to swirl it around, while my other hand made sure that her other nipple wasn't neglected. Then suddenly Sharon's hands came up behind my head and clasped me tightly to her breast. "Ahhhhh, yessss," she cried, "I'm cumming - I'm cummming!" Her hands held me so tightly to her breast that I had trouble breathing and I could feel waves of excited energy pulsating through her body as she orgasmed hard. "Oh God - yesssss!" she moaned once more, her breathing entirely spasmodic, "Can't stop - can't stop!" Then one hand unclamped itself from my head and quickly found my hand. Her hand dragged mine down to her pussy and slapped mine hard over her cunt, grinding my fingers into her gash; rubbing them up and down over her clit; soaking them with her gushing juices. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" she cried, "Oh my God - it's so good...it's so good!" Seconds later and she was pushing me away hard. "Enough!" she cried suddenly, "No more - too much! No more!" She was actually crying now and I put my hand on her cheek; her own hand coming up and covering mine. "You ok?" I asked, concerned because I'd never seen this response before. "Yeah - fine, absolutely fine. It was too much, just too much," she said, blinking her eyes, "I just couldn't...not any more. Had to stop!" Slowly she returned to normal, her face now flushed and sweating though. A big smile lit up her face and she leaned forward and kissed me, the intoxicating scent of a well-aroused woman filling my nostrils. "That was absolutely incredible," she said happily, "I've never cum like that before - gosh, I'm shattered!" "And I haven't started yet!" I said, "There's all the rest of you...!" "Oh wow!" she said, "You'd better let me cool off a bit first." I rolled off the bed and with a quick wave, I popped down the hall to the bathroom and returned with another towel which I handed to her. Sharon smiled gratefully as she dried herself before collapsing back onto the bed, her chest and breasts still heaving slowly, like waves on a calm ocean; she looked simply lovely all over as I sat on the bed and observed her. "Phew, glad Mum and Dad aren't around!" she said, "We might have been in a bit of trouble there; bet we were making way too much noise!" "You were!" I said, "Not me." "Oh no, that's true - still, your turn next!" said Sharon, "Are you hard again?" "What do you expect?" I said as I stood up - and jutting out towards her was my erection, all seven inches and more straining to get in on the action. Sharon's tongue licked at her lips once more, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Come here then, come and lie down again," she said, patting the bed and I was quick to comply, quickly lying down on my back. "No, face me," said Sharon and I rolled over and as I did so, Sharon's body slid closer to me too. Immediately I felt her breasts rub up against my chest and felt my cock press against her abdomen; both actions sending shock waves through me; both actions only serving to further stiffen my penis. The underside of my cock was actually rubbing in her slit and the feelings emanating from her were overpowering - I wanted to slide him down a bit and into her! 'Oh God!' I thought, 'Don't let me cum just yet!' Sharon's arm wrapped itself over my waist and I draped my own arm over her shoulder as we pulled ourselves even tighter together. And with our faces just inches apart we just had to kiss; our lips quickly meshing together; our slippery tongues soon playing with each other; our bodies responding with muscular waves that shook our bodies from head to toe. After we'd been kissing for a little while, Sharon broke the kiss. "Feel me; I'm soaked!" she said, her hand reaching for mine. I moved with her and we edged apart far enough for our two hands to delve between our groins and once again Sharon pushed my hand at her pussy; her sloppy hot wet pussy. To say she was wet was an understatement; she was running with juices; slippery, slightly scented, sexual secretions that clung to my probing fingers and which had already wetted my own thighs and penis. "Wow!" I said, it being my turn to be astonished, "Is that 'cos you've just cum?" "Sort of," said Sharon, "But kissing you turns me on too; even just lying here is exciting, isn't it?" My cock certainly thought so and was throbbing down there and Sharon's hand took hold of me. "Feels so hot," she said as she started to slide her hand up and down my length, "I love him." A few moments later and she released me and I felt her push my hand out of her pussy. Seconds later and her now wetted hand returned to my cock, now sliding up and down with even more freedom and speed. "Oh God, don't," I said, "No, not yet - don't want to cum just yet!" "Ohhhh!" moaned Sharon disappointedly as her movements stopped, "Soon though, please!" I pushed myself away from her so I wouldn't get any more excited and looked at her. Sharon's pretty face was aglow with sexual excitement and whatever happened, she wasn't about to back off; she was obviously on a high plateau and was just biding her time. "Ok, what next?" she asked, her mouth all moist and half open, "Can you go down on me?" "What's that - oh fuck - errrrr, oh yeahhhh - errrr, never tried!" I said, excited but a bit scared, "You want me to lick you?" "And suck me," she said lasciviously, "Please!" I got up and crawled down to get between her widespread legs, my stiff erection rubbing against the bedclothes, my face soon mere inches above her pussy. "Now what?" I asked despite it being pretty obvious as to what to do. "Just lick my lips; put your tongue in my hole," Sharon said, her pussy pushing upwards towards me, "See how you get on; I'll tell you if you're doing it wrong." I brought my hands to her pussy and used my fingers to spread her lips apart, and there before me was her gaping slit; well loaded with wetness, her lips glistening with her fluids; her hole just visible but, like a well, almost gushing with juice. If the scent was exciting then licking her juices was going to be even more so, I thought, as I stuck out my tongue and advanced on my target. A quick slap with my tongue and away - to savour the taste and sensation. "Aaaahhhh!" moaned Sharon, "More...!" There was nothing wrong with either the taste or the feeling of having girlie juices on my tongue so I advanced once more, this time with my tongue spread wide to cover as much area as possible. A longer, slower swipe brought another groan from Sharon along with a quick jerk of her hips once more. I stuck out my tongue again and swept it all the way up her other lip, gathering quite a tongueful of sexy slippery juice as I did so and eliciting another longer moan from my sister. I leaned closer and rested my lips on hers, my tongue now brushing over her flesh, now beginning to enjoy the taste and feeling of her body. I moved slightly and my tongue seemed to disappear inside her - I'd found her hole and Sharon responded immediately! "Ohhhh god - yeahhhhh!" she screamed, her body jerking violently again, "Yes, in there, do that!" Quickly I stuck my tongue into her hole once more, now shaping it to delve deeper and to push against the sides of her vagina. She was hot and wet and as I licked her, I felt a gush of fluid flow over my tongue and lips. I sucked it up, discovering that the taste was entirely delightful, utterly erotic, completely intoxicating and totally addictive. Above me Sharon continued to make delighted noises as I assaulted her pussy but I had to come up for breath and I moved away from her hole, suddenly remembering that her clit remained untouched. A few deep breaths later and I changed targets, now aiming my mouth directly at her clit, sucking it in between my tight lips and tickling its head with my tongue. Sharon nearly left the bed vertically; such was her response to my action.