6 comments/ 50820 views/ 35 favorites I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 02 By: dbrains Sis and I are both over 18. She's my older sister and is home from college for the summer. If you haven't read Chapter 1, you should. Now, I had to decide; we could continue with our deal and I'd wear her bra, and she'd go topless for me, or we could stop now and finish my boring summer. We don't get to real sex in this chapter, but it's not bad for a kid who's never done anything before. ------------------------------------------------ Sis had taken me by surprise and shocked me. No one had ever touched me like this. But she didn't stop with touching. She handled me; played with me until I squirted in my pants. Submitting to her had been humiliating. But it was also incredible how she had turned me on. Now, Sis was standing in front of me waiting for my answer, her breasts beautiful as ever. Once I shot my load in my shorts, she had let go of me and given me a disgusted look. You would have thought I'd squirted right in her hand instead of my shorts. I guess she figured I needed time, "OK, why don't you think about it while we go upstairs? I'll shower and you'll want to get out of those shorts and shower too. You have a real mess down there." "No shit, Sis." There were many reasons why this was a bad idea. First, she was my sister for Christ sake. If any other girl had asked, it would have been a no-brainer. I would have jumped at the deal, but this was different. Second, what if our parents found out? I didn't want to think about this. Of course, I wasn't going to tell them, and neither would Sis. Third, can you go to jail for messing around with your sister? I'd never had a reason to consider this question up till now. Of course, that only mattered if mom and dad didn't kill us first. Fourth, I'd have to change schools if our friends found out, assuming another school would have me. I'm not sure what Sis would do. Maybe it would be easier for her in college. Finally, I wasn't happy at the prospect of wearing a bra! And did I mention, she was my sister. This was so wrong. What I'd already done was bad enough. If you believed in hell, I was going straight there on the express bus for what I was thinking about now. As we started up stairs, I could see that she had never bothered to pull her panties from between the cheeks of her ass. I'd lived with Sis eighteen years and never noticed that she was a girl and a beautiful one. She had always been just my sister. I guess boys put sisters in a sexless category, more of an IT than a SHE. Perhaps it's a kind of blindness between brothers and sisters. In any case, I was no longer blind to my sister. Staring at Sis's ass while following her up the stairs, I made my decision. "OK, I'll do whatever you want." In that short time staring at the nice round curves of her ass, I had gotten stiff again. Sis laughed as she reached back and tugged her panties from her crack. As she did, she stretched them and pulled them from side to side as if adjusting them. As Sis adjusted, I saw more than her cheeks. "I knew you'd see it my way. OK, let's get cleaned up. Come on. I feel like having pizza tonight." I followed her back to her bathroom. Inside the bathroom, she picked up the bra, snickered, and handed it to me. "Here's your bra," and laid it on the counter top, as she sized up my fresh erection. "You've recovered," as she took a slap at the tent pole in my shorts. It bounced a couple of times and she giggled and slapped again, like a cat swats one of the spring toys on a scratching post. "Ouch, take it easy Sis. How would you like it if I pinched your tits?" "Well, it might be fun but remember the rules; no touching, at least for you." Standing there in only her panties, "I've gotten a little messy." She started to remove them. My eyes were on stalks. I was going to see Sis completely naked! My pecker throbbed as I anticipated seeing Sis naked. It surprised me how much difference the prospect of seeing her without panties versus seeing her in them seemed to make. They didn't cover that much, but God I was desperate to see her without them. It felt like such a big deal. But she was just teasing me. "It's better if you turn your back. You're not ready for it anyway." I groaned, "Please take them off and let me watch you shower, Sis. You don't know how ready I am." "No, you can't watch! Now turn your back, and no peeking or PLAYING WITH YOURSELF." I frowned and did as instructed. I heard the shower door open and close. In my current condition, I couldn't help but squeeze myself, but I didn't play with myself. I dribbled pre-cum all over myself, but I didn't jerk. My erection ached. I'd never been stiff this long. Shortly, the water stopped and from the shower, Sis said, "Be a sweetie and get me a couple of towels." Dutifully, I went to her linen closet and got two towels. As I turned back toward the shower, it occurred to me that I might get a peek through the glass shower, but she took really steamy showers. With the steam, I saw even less than before. I whispered, "Shit!" "I heard that. You know the only thing you get to look at tonight are these," as she leaned against the glass of the shower, pressing her breasts to it. As they flattened out, I got a nice view of her nipples and areola. Her breasts looked twice their normal size. She stepped out of the shower with one of the towels wrapped around her head like a turban. The other was around her body, held up by one corner tucked inside tightly at the top, just over her breasts. I wished I had gotten a smaller towel, but this one made a very short dress. I could see her legs from just below her crotch downward. She was awesome. I was staring at her, my pecker throbbing, and breathing heavily. She had a look of pity as she shook her head, "Poor thing. You've really got it bad don't you?" I groaned, "Yes." "OK, you can take care of yourself in there," she ordered as she opened the door to her shower. I reached for the door to close it behind me, but she had a hand on it and held it open. "No, I'm going to watch, and you'll need to angle the shower head so you don't splash water all over my floor." I complied and grumbled, "I didn't get to watch you!" and started the shower with my shorts on. It was embarrassing to shower naked for her to watch, but the idea of her watching me jerking off was worse. She stopped me, "Do you always shower in your underwear?" "You want me naked?" After the way she had fondled, jerked, and squeezed me until I went off in my shorts, it wasn't such a big deal. "Heck. Why not?" and slid my underwear down off my ass and over my erection. It bobbed up and down several times, as it emerged from my shorts. Then I slid them to the floor and stepped out of them, naked. I turned my back to her and grabbed my equipment, ready for relief. "No, not that way. I said I want to watch!" I released myself, not wanting her to watch me masturbating, sighed and turned to face her, my erection pointed up at her face. "That's a nice one," as she reached in and with the tip of her fingers pushed it down and watched it spring back. She had the tip of her thumb in her mouth lightly biting down on it. Her lips drew back in a devious grin. At this moment, she reminded me of a shark. I trembled each time her fingers pushed at the tip of my dick and she said, "You're definitely going to need some relief before we get pizza." With that she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing member and pumped it several times. Suddenly I had visions of heaven. She was going to jack me off right here in the shower. God was I ready, and then she stopped. "OK, you need to take over from here. You do know how to do this don't you?" "Fuck, Sis. You're really going to watch?" I already knew the answer and grabbed myself and began to jerk. I knew the moves better than Sis did from years of practice, but it felt like a poor second compared to the feel of her hand. When it came to the motions, she wasn't very good at it, but it was amazing how much better her hand felt than mine. She saw the look on my face as I approached the finish line and leaned in and picked up my wet underclothes and draped them on the end of my pecker. "You better not get a drop of cum in my shower. I have to stand in there barefooted." Her eyes locked on mine, "Baby brother, you've had a lot more practice at that than you should. It's sad." Between the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, I could almost believe she was sympathetic. She handed me a towel and I dried myself off and headed for my room. As I walked past her, something soft landed on my shoulder, "Here's your bra. You'll need it tonight." I was pathetic, getting ready to go get pizza with my sister while wearing one of her bras. How desperate could you get? Maybe we could use the drive through and eat in the truck, but I knew that would never happen. That sister I told you was so nice earlier. Well, she was starting to feel more like the Punisher. But then things picked up. From her bedroom, "Hurry up and get dressed. I need your help to decide what to wear for my end of the bargain. I'll lay a few things out and you can help me decide." "Really?" My freshly jerked pecker twitched and again showed signs of life. This whole thing was hard to comprehend. Was she really going to show me her breasts while we ate pizza? If she did, I'd probably be so far gone I'd have to jerk off in the pizza places bathroom. Who was I kidding? She'd probably do it to me under the table in my shorts again. Despite my misgivings, I was standing at her bedside in no time, ever the optimist I guess. She was just emerging from the closet wearing a really short skirt and nothing else. I didn't know she had one that short. She looked at me with a big smile as I swallowed hard a couple of times. I was gawking at her, drooling pre-cum into my underwear. She was gorgeous and practically naked. Knowing very little of practical value about girls, I had no idea what to do with Sis, but I desperately wanted to do something. That message was being relayed loud and clear from just below my waist. There were several things stacked on her bed. She grabbed the one on top. It was red and looked way too small. I was expecting something that resembled a blouse; sleeves, arm holes, buttons, zipper, or something. It had none of these. She put her hands through it and then pull the red thing down over her arms, head, and then shoulders. Apparently it was a one size fits all and could stretch a lot. With a little squirming, she slid it down over her breasts. I could see her nipples outlined in the tight elastic fabric. They were nice, and my dick throbbed in response. She giggled as I stared at her breasts. "You like tube tops?" "Uh huh," was all I could get out. "Let's see what you think of the other two," and wriggled out of the tube top and picked up something that looked like a cross between a bra and a vest. She put it on. The cups were large enough to hide her breasts, but if you didn't hook the little elastic strap across the front, it would hang open. Nice. I could see promise in this, and I couldn't wait for the pizza parlor. "What else have you got?" I asked. Curiosity was killing me. Could it get any better? She was wearing a devilish smile as she picked up the final candidate. I think she left this one for last on purpose. It wasn't the first time I'd seen this top. It was a shear smoky black see through thing. When I'd seen it in the past, she had a swim suit top under it or a regular blouse. To demonstrate, she held it up in front of her like she would a blouse at the mall. I could count the little bumps around her nipples. I could barely speak, "I'll take... that one." She pulled it on and it was amazing. There were her breasts like they were behind glass. I'd never seen real breasts before. It was like she wasn't wearing anything. With her top selected, "Put your bra on and you'll want a shirt and light jacket unless you want everyone to see your bra." She watched as I tried to put on her bra. I wasn't sure how girls got into these things. It was tight. Sis had nice breasts, but her chest just wasn't that large. She snickered as I maneuvered the unfamiliar garment. She helped me adjust the straps, but even so it was still pretty tight. This had the potential to be really humiliating. She followed me to my room and asked, "May I use your letter Jacket?" I went to my closet and got my letter jacket. It was longer than her skirt making her look like she wasn't wearing anything under it. It was a hot look and showed off a great pair of legs. "God Sis, what are you trying to do to me?" My balls ached from my near permanent state of arousal for the past couple of hours. She looked at me, feigning pity, and said, "You said this was what you wanted so I'm giving it to you. Besides, I have big plans for you baby brother, and we need to quit calling each other Sis and baby brother. That's probably going to sound weird on our date. From now on, we need to call each other by our names. I'll call you Tyler, and you can call me Katy." She'd been right of course. It would be better if people didn't think I was staring at my sister's breasts and I knew I would be. In that top, who else would be staring at them? I was uneasy about that question. Most likely every guy in the place. Dressed and with the name thing settled, "Sis... I mean Katy, what did you mean you had big plans for me?" "I'll tell you about it while we're eating. Can you look up a decent pizza place on your phone that is way far from home? I don't think I want to meet anyone we know." I found a Barros on the north loop of 202. It would take 30-45 minutes to get there from our place. Surely that was far enough. Most of mom and dad's working friends didn't know us very well, and it was way too far to worry about seeing our neighbors or friends. Dad had left us the keys to his truck. As we approached, it Sis slipped her hand into mine, "Be a gentleman and get the door for me." Her hand felt nice. I could get into this date thing, even if it was with my sister. There was a feeling of excitement and I wondered if everyone who goes on a date felt it. When I got to the truck, I clicked the fob to unlock the passenger door and opened it for her. Dad's truck was a big Ford he used to tow our boat. It was so high that there was no easy way for Sis, who was 5'4", to get into it. It was a high step for me and I was almost a foot taller than Sis. She raised her foot to climb in, but it was too high. Of course, it did show off her thighs. My jacket and her skirt rode up far enough to show off her white silk panties. She turned to me with a pixie smile. "Well, I guess I'm going to need a lift," and took my hands and placed them on her hips and then placed her hands on my shoulders. I lifted her up and slid her butt back on the leather seat. As she slid into place on the seat, her knees parted and I could see all the way to her white panties. She left me staring for what was seemed like 30 seconds. She smiled as she spread them a little wider. It was hard to tell but she seemed to be enjoying showing off for me. I could see all the way up her thighs. She wasn't wearing hose, so it was Sis's bare skin. I had never thought much about the difference between bare skin and panty hose. This was enough for me to know that I preferred bare skin. I could just see the crotch of her panties. They appeared to be wet. I wasn't sure why they would be wet. Sounding impatient, she urged, "Hurry up and get in. If I get any hungrier, I'm going to get cranky." Had her words slurred a bit? Did she say hungrier or hornier? Since we were headed for pizza, it must have been hungrier, or at least my brain was expecting that, but I'm not sure that is what my ears heard. I understood hungry perfectly well. When it came to horny, I was a little vague. Whatever she said, I didn't want her to get cranky. It had already been a hard day. As I pulled out of the drive way, she asked, "Can you drive with one hand?" as she grabbed my right wrist and pulled my hand from the steering wheel. "Time for a lesson in control," and pulled my hand down between her legs to rest on her left inner thigh a few inches below her skirt which had all but disappeared. "It's OK. You can play my leg." She didn't have to tell me twice. The truck wiggled in its lane as my hand immediately began slipping up her thigh toward her panties. Her thighs clamped down on my hand and she said, "I didn't say you could touch that. You can get close but don't touch! If you do, I'll make you pay and you know I can. And focus. Don't get us killed. You're all over the road." It took a force of will, but I got a grip and tried to focus on staying in the two lanes as Sis requested. I kept my eyes focused on the road ahead, mostly, and my hand began to gently rub her thigh. I think I felt her body tremble and heard a nearly inaudible moan escape from Sis. Her body tensed, emphasizing well-muscled legs. Lust aside, I couldn't help but admire her bodies condition. From time to time, she squirmed as if she was uncomfortable. My hand rarely left Sis's thigh during the drive. Shortly, Sis placed a hand on my thigh and began rubbing. Unlike me, she didn't stop when she got close to my junk. Apparently, the no touching rule was just for me. She slid her hand until it was crowding my sore balls further back against my crotch. I licked my lips and swallowed several times as her hand pressed against me. I said, "Hey, that's not fair. I didn't get to touch you." "Well, you wanted to play this game and you know I make the rules," as she pushed her hand even harder against my junk. "This is your first important rule. When you are with a girl, she makes the rules about touching her body. No matter how much you want to touch, if she says NO, you can't. If she say YES, you can... unless she changes her mind, and she has a right to do that, no matter how far you've gone." My balls were aching, and I was feeling so much tension in my member that I moaned, "What about me? Can I say no?" "Of course. This works for the guy too. Do you want to say no?" and as she asked, she rubbed the edge of her hand up and down my erection several times. "No, but I can't go in the pizza place this way. If you keep doing that, I'll mess my pants again. I can't go in looking that way with all those people around," I protested. "I can pull over here and take care of myself. I can't take much more of this... Please?" Tenderly, "No, Tyler. You can't stop by the road side. If you do, someone may stop to see if we need help, and I don't think we want any help with this," and she rubbed my crotch gently. With what sounded like affection, she said, "It's OK. I'll take care of you. Just don't run us out of the road. This will be a little distracting." With that, her hands slid to my zipper and belt, and suddenly I was unzipped and my pants were open. I felt her fingers reach inside my underwear and wrap around me. She said, "Where's dad's box of tissues? I'll need to catch this." There weren't any tissues in the truck. With nothing to catch with, I was starting to think I'd have to go straight for the men's room and hope there was an empty stall where I could take care of myself. She looked at me and grinned, "Don't' worry. I told you I'd take care of you," as she leaned against the seat, arched her back and raised her rump enough to allow her to reach up under her skirt. In a flash, her panties were sliding down over her knees and then off her feet. "I told you I'd take care of you!" as she draped her panties over the head of my member. I couldn't help but stare at Sis's thighs and the intriguing V where her legs ended and her upper body began. I could just barely see pubic hair deep in the V between her legs. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 02 "OK, baby brother. Eyes on the road. That is not the favor I'm doing for you tonight." I swallowed and faced the road as her hand began ministering to my needs. Even in my lust addled condition, it registered that if she did this, she wouldn't have any panties to wear and her skirt was really, really short. I could barely believe the words that came out of my mouth, "Sis, stop. You won't have any panties and... well, that skirt is too short for you to be naked down there. I can just go to the bathroom." "I thought you'd like it. Don't I look good?" "No, that's not it. You're beautiful and I want to see all of you, but I don't want everyone else to see you, not down there, and not your breasts." "Hmmm. That almost sounded mature, and a little jealous. You're making progress, but don't worry about me. No one is going to see anything I don't want them to see, and that includes you. I can cross my legs and I do have your letter jacket." In the short time this conversation had taken, Sis had continued to jack me off. With each stroke, my arousal increased, until the only thing I could focus on was what her hand was doing to me. My hips involuntarily began to thrust with the strokes of her hand. My pulse must have been 200, and I was groaning in anticipation. Sis had been right. This was distracting. Without noticing it, I had let the speed of the truck drop from 65 to 40. "I'm... I'm... I'm going... to cum," and then my erection began contracting, spewing cum into her panties." She wrapped both hands around the panties to ensure that nothing leaked out. Her panties were a squishy mess by the time my contractions subsided. When I was finished, she took the panties between thumb and forefinger, made a face like she was holding something icky, and looked for a temporary storage spot. This turned out to be a pocket in the passenger side door. All the tension had just squirted out my body and into Sis's panties. At that moment, it was hard to believe how much affection and gratitude I felt towards my sister. On impulse, I reached my hand around her head and pulled her toward me. I pointed her face to mine and leaned in, too quickly for her to object, and kissed her on the lips. For a couple of seconds, she pressed her lips against mine. Then, as if catching herself, she pulled away and her chest heaved a couple of times, "OK, that's enough. That's tomorrow's lesson." She looked a bit flushed and for some reason, her nipples seemed to be standing out more than usual, a lot more. Then, in a conversational voice, "You know. It's hard to believe girls like that stuff shot in their pussies, their mouths, over their breasts, and elsewhere." I had never thought about Sis in a sexual way, at least not until a couple hours ago, and her comments shocked and intrigued me. Suddenly a stream of questions came to mind. It was embarrassing trying to articulate them to Sis, but I had to ask. "I guess... maybe someone has... squirted their stuff in... your... pussy before?" I finally managed to get it out. Pussy came out as barely a whisper. The rest was easier, but not by much. "Have you ever jacked off anyone else before?" For some odd perverted reason, I was hoping that maybe I could be first, at least in some way, but I knew that Sis had experience with sex. Certainly more than I did. Of course, that didn't mean much since I had none. The questions kept coming. "And you mentioned in their mouths. Did anyone ever... do it... in your mouth... or did anyone ever cum on your breasts? And you mentioned elsewhere. Where is... elsewhere?" Cutting off the conversation, "There's Barros on the right. You're going to have to wait for any answers I decide to give you. Those are very personal questions and I'm not sure you're ready for the answers, or that you're entitled to them. Besides, we have another conversation for tonight." As we walked in, Katy took my hand and laced her fingers in mine and said, "We're supposed to be on a date. We need to act like it." I really didn't have any experience with dates, period, let alone a date with my sister. I'd been around enough fast food hangouts on date night with my buddies. But we didn't have the nerve to ask a girl to go with us. It was always just guys. I'd seen a few things, but was I supposed to do those things with Sis? Some of those guys got slapped. Did this mean the moratorium on touching was off? She hadn't said so, and she seemed pretty pissed when I tried earlier. I was confused. I didn't know what Sis wanted me to do. I didn't even know what I wanted to do. But I did know that whatever I did, it would be so, so wrong! I felt like a pervert and completely inadequate for this date. The porn videos I'd seen on the internet didn't contain anything that would be useful tonight. Did real people do that stuff? We waited by the register to be seated. Katy had an arm around my waist and was leaning tight against me. She was getting into this date role. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against me and the squeeze of her hand. The squeeze was strong but her skin was smooth and soft. I started to tenderly rub the back of her hand with my thumb. As I did, she pressed against me a little harder. She looked up at me approvingly and said, "Now you're catching on!" She had an affectionate smile on her face which did all kinds of things to me emotionally. I had never experienced the feelings I was having now. It was ridiculous, but at this moment, I would have stood there with her against me all night. The attraction I felt was the most powerful feeling I had ever had, and I was aroused; visibly aroused. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about what anyone might see; just Sis by my side. We were interrupted by the arrival of our waitress. Sis followed her with me in tow. She asked our waitress if she had someplace where we could have privacy. Our waitress looked me over, up and down, pausing momentarily as she caught sight of my bulge, and grinned at Sis. We ended up seated in a booth. Sis went to the back of the booth and I slid in facing her on the same side. As she moved to the back corner of the booth, I got an almost unobstructed view of Sis's private area. It was uncanny how she managed to show almost everything, but in the end, nothing. Still, it had its effect on me. We needed to talk. What was Sis doing? What did she expect me to do or not do? And most important, why was she doing it? I really needed to know why. Something else kept floating around the back of my mind. Sis had said we had 9 days! Did she plan on doing this to me the entire time mom and dad were gone? I wasn't sure I could take all the jerking around, figuratively and literally, for 9 days. I was already so wound up by her that I wasn't sure how long my dick would last. Even when it had gone down, it hadn't gone completely down. It stayed half stiff. I was getting pretty sore. It'd probably fall off before mom and dad were back. Sis licked her lips and looked a little tentative. I'd seen a lot of looks from Sis today, but this was the first time she didn't seem quite sure of herself. She tugged at my hand lightly and said, "Come over close, real close. Like we're on a romantic date. I need to explain things to you." I scooted until I was looking down on her face, which was maybe 6 inches from mine. A little lower, her breasts, underneath the smoky transparent top, were exposed by the open letter jacket. The person I saw looking back at me was my loving sister. The one I knew from before all this started. She put a hand to the side of my cheek. At this moment, I didn't see any sign of the perverted crazy person who had spent the afternoon driving me insane. It wasn't all Sis. If you examined the situation, you might have thought that I was the real pervert; checking out my sister's ass and body, wearing her bra because I didn't have the will power to do the right thing, and when I could have stopped it, should have stopped it, I chose not to. I was definitely the pervert in the family! "Sis," I started. She put a finger to my lips and leaned close and whispered, "Katy. I'm Katy, your hot date tonight." She was right about that. She was hot. The hottest, most desirable girl I'd ever seen and my conscience told me that this was all wrong. I started over, "Katy, I'm so sorry for doing this to you. I wish I'd never seen you on the steps. I'm ashamed of myself. I just couldn't seem to stop." Then she leaned in again, but this time, instead of saying anything, she gave me a small kiss on the lips, like a mother might kiss a young child. It was not sexual, nothing but love. "Do you think it was an accident that you saw me on the steps in my panties earlier? It wasn't. I had been planning that for weeks. All I had to do was wait until you came home and get on the steps with my laundry." I was shocked. She had set me up. "Why? You're in college. You're a real woman. You know all about sex. Why would you want to do any of this with me? I don't even know what to do with you." "That's your answer. Do you realize that this time next year, you'll be going to college? I watched you all summer and I never once saw you with a girl or even talking to one." She sounded concerned. "You've got everything going for you Tyler. You just haven't figured it out. You need a push and I'm the only one who can do it for you." "Why didn't you just tell me instead of doing all of this? It's been... torture. You're driving me nuts." I was feeling used and aggravated at her. "Tyler, if I had tried to discuss this with you, you'd have told me I was a crazy pervert and that would have been the end of it. You'd hate me. No, I needed to be sure you wouldn't refuse. I wouldn't be able to help you if you refused. Please don't hate me and please, please don't think you're a pervert. I couldn't stand either of those." She was pleading, and her eyes were tearing up. "Si... Katy, you know I could never hate you," and I pulled her over against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around her holding her to me. My shirt got damp as she silently shed tears on my shoulder. "You really think this kind of... help is what I need? I'm not sure it's working. All I can tell is I'm acting like a perverted looser who can't stop thinking about his..." and I leaned in closer and whispered, "sister." "You're not a loser, Tyler, and everything that I've done to you up to this point, all the torture, was just to get you here with me right now. If it didn't work, next year, you'd have gone off to college still not knowing anything about girls. You wouldn't have a clue what to do when some girl let you play with her boobs, or even worse, if she wanted to share herself with you? I've seen guys fail classes and drop out their first semester because they weren't emotionally ready to handle it. I need my baby brother to be prepared." I could see that telling me this had been heartfelt and emotional for her. I wrapped both arms around her and held her, feeling the need to comfort my older sister who was willing to risk anything to make sure her baby brother was going to be OK. I always knew I could count on Sis. If I needed a kidney or something, Sis would have been there. But this was different. You get medals and articles in the paper when you give someone a kidney. What Sis was doing now would never get her a medal. If she were lucky, only she and I would ever know what she was doing for me. If anyone found out, she certainly wouldn't be getting a medal. Mom and dad would probably disown her and she would likely be an outcast from her friends. It's strange how differently I felt about what Sis had done to me today. What she had done didn't change, but knowing why turned torture into an act of love. I hugged her to me, "Thank you Katy. I love you." She pressed her body closer to me, "I love you too, Tyler." Our waitress came to the table, "Sorry to bother you. Are you two OK? You looked pretty intense. I was trying not to interrupt, but my manager told me I needed to take you order." I looked over at Sis, "She'd like a large Kona and we'll take a pitcher of coke." I would have preferred the Mega Meat but Sis's favorite was the Kona, and after what she had just told me, whatever she wanted was good enough for me. "I'll have that out for you in a few minutes," and she retreated to the kitchen leaving us alone once again. Sis put both arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. I felt her lips part slightly followed by her tongue pushing against my lips seeking admission. If she wanted in, I couldn't refuse. This was unknown territory for me but I knew it called for more than I was doing so I pushed my mouth to hers and felt our teeth bump together. In the process, I must have pinched her lip between our teeth and I tasted a hint of blood, Sis's blood. I pulled away and started to apologize but Sis was laughing and said, "Tomorrow, your education really starts. We'll be working on Kissing 101. Now, come back over here, but just not quite as enthusiastic." There is something incredibly hot about French kissing your sister, and in public to boot. I think it must have to do with the fact that she was my sister, and it was totally taboo. It might also have to do with the fact that it was the first real boy-girl kiss I'd ever had and she used her tongue on me. A few minutes later, our waitress came back carrying a tray with a pitcher of coke, a couple of mugs, and our pizza and announced from a few discreet feet away, "Here's your pizza. I'm glad you two worked things out." Hearing our waitress, we parted a few inches. I blushed like I'd just been caught doing something wrong, which I had, and Sis said, "I think we're going to be OK now," giving me a tiny smile as she looked into my eyes and landed another small peck on my lips. As our waitress left, Sis leaned close to my ear and said, "I think we've been forgetting something. Put your arm around me." As I did so, her smoky see through blouse exposed her right breast. Her left hand crossed over her body and came to rest on my hand, forcing it towards her breast. "Sis... Katy, I don't have to. I'm not worried about the deal." As I said this I could feel her nipple poking into the palm of my hand. It was a lot harder than I'd expected. I could really feel it and it was standing up a half inch or so. Both of them were standing up. They weren't like that the first time I'd seen them today. When it comes to Sis's breasts, my memory is pretty clear even if my thinking isn't. "Go ahead. You can feel it. You've been so sweet and I've been so hard on you, you're entitled to a little reward, but be gentle. They're not a piece of football equipment and they've gotten pretty sensitive." "You won't think I'm a pervert for playing with your breast?" "Of course not. Tonight, I'm your date and I'm telling you it's OK to play with my boobs. Try them out. See what they feel like. You have my permission." With her hand still gently pushing my palm against her breast, I gave in, and began to caress it followed by exploring that hard little nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I did, her eyes closed and her body snuggled up against mine even closer, and I heard that little moan I thought I'd heard earlier. Her breathing had become irregular and heavy accompanied by a slight tremble that went through her body with each squeeze or pressure I applied to her nice orange sized breast with the hard little bump on it. "I can see why the guys on the football team call them fun bags," I said. To this, Sis retorted, "Hey, don't use derogatory terms like that when talking about me, or any girl. But I do agree, they are fun, and this is going to be a lot harder than I thought." I continued to fondle and Sis continued to quietly moan and now she squirmed a little like she was uncomfortable. "Katy, are you alright? And what is going to be harder than you thought? Are your breasts OK? They... well, the nipples seem bigger and harder than they were." "Have a slice of pizza before it gets cold," as she pulled off two slices. One she put in my free hand and then she took a small bite of her slice. With my hand on Sis's breast, the first one I'd ever touched, she could have fed me a slice of cardboard and I would have eaten it without even noticing. With pizza in her hand, her breast and pizza in my hands, Sis continued to explain herself, "I've been planning this for half the summer; what I needed to do for you. I thought it would be like tutoring kids in science when I was in high school. I could just make a list of what you needed to.... uh... to know about, like a class syllabus. By the end of the week, we would have worked our way through the list and you'd know all you needed to know about girls and sex." She made a gesture of wiping her hands, and said, "It'd be nice and tidy. Mom and dad would get back, you'd be Tyler 2.0 and ready to get on with your life, and you and I'd go back to normal, but now I'm not so sure." "So, what's wrong with that plan? Now that I know you're not tormenting me for some kind of perverted pleasure, whatever you think I need, is OK with me." Suddenly unable to meet my eyes, she began to tell me what was wrong with the plan, "I'm what's wrong with the plan. You're my brother and I'm scared to death that this week will ruin that. I knew exactly how you'd react. What I didn't expect was how I'd react to you, Tyler. I thought I'd be the teacher in sex education; completely detached, just giving you the facts." "Well, isn't that what you're doing?" "You're getting the facts, but I'm not detached. You asked about my nipples being hard. They were, and it's a sign. It means that my body is responding to you, sexually. You've got me turned on, Tyler, a lot. That wasn't part of my plan. Now, I'm starting to feel like a pervert getting ready to jump my own brother. If I didn't see this coming, maybe it was all a really, really bad idea." It may seem odd, but after Sis's revelation and her obvious emotional turmoil, I felt better. Girls were still a complete mystery to me. I didn't want it that way, but until this afternoon, I figured it would always be that way. Now, Sis had just told me that I turned her on. She had no idea what a seismic event that revelation was for me. If I turned on a fox like Sis, suddenly I felt I might have a chance with any girl I wanted! I couldn't let her bail on me now. "Sis, you're already helping me. I never dreamed that I could turn on a girl like you. You're so far out of my league. You're giving me confidence and you're teaching me stuff. Like, when a girls says NO, it means NO. The girl is always in charge and I should be respectful and not just thinking of myself. I need you teach me. I really need it." It wasn't very well said, but I was desperate. I didn't mention the jumping her brother thing although that thought was bouncing around inside my head like a cue ball during the break. Dumb as I was about girls, some instinct kept me from saying anything about that. We were both a bit sensitive about that but I was getting over it fast! With a soft laugh, she rubbed her hand against my crotch a couple of times and said, "OK, let's get a doggie box and go home. We've got a busy week ahead of us." On the ride home, Sis took off the jacket. It was incredible. I caressed her breast all the way home. She purred and squirmed as I played. Now I knew why. One time I tried to move to her thigh, but as soon as my hand got within an inch of the prize, she clamped her legs together and extracted a promise from me. "Tyler, I can't take that. I can barely stand your hand on my breast. I won't be able to stop myself if I let you do that and you're not ready. It would keep you from learning so many other things, so promise me you won't try that again until I tell you that it's OK, and please don't push me. I know how bad you want to but I'm begging you not to. You have to help me with this. OK?" I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 02 "Sure, Katy. I meant it when I told you I'd do whatever you want." I trusted Sis's judgment, and she was pleading. At that point, I don't think I could have refused anything she asked. When we got home, Sis immediately said she was tired and going to bed. She didn't give any instructions about not relieving myself so the first thing I did was go to my bathroom and jerk furiously and as quietly as I could. When I finished, I heard low muffled sounds from Sis's room. Ordinarily I might have ignored it, but tonight I was feeling really close to my sister and was concerned that she might be sick or something. I called across the hall, "Sis, are you OK? Do you need anything?" From across the hall, "Unh... no... mmm OK." "You sure? You don't sound good." "Christ, Tyler! I'm just trying to do what you just did IN PEACE. I didn't interrupt you. Now go to sleep and let me finish." I had sex dreams all night. Sis figured prominently in them. The next morning, Sis woke me up at 6 AM and said, "Come on. I'll fix you an omelet at the Good Egg." I didn't object as she watched me shower and I didn't have to be asked to turn the shower head so I didn't dump water all over her floor. I was erect before I got undressed. When I finished, she repeated the swatting at my stiff shaft as she had last time, giggling all the while, watching it bob up and down. Once again, she didn't let me watch her. I guess she had some higher purpose, or knowing Sis she could have just been fucking with me. Sweet Sis was not above having fun at my expense. If this was to be our morning routine, I could definitely get used to it. Well, except for the fact that she reminded that I needed my bra. For me it meant a light jacket over top of a t-shirt over top of the bra. At least I could cover myself if I needed it. For her part of the deal, she put on the little tube top covered by a short denim jacket and completed the outfit with a pair or short shorts. With jacket open, she was showing a ton of skin and where she wasn't showing skin, not much was left to the imagination. By the time we were out of the house and in the truck, the temperature was already in the 90s and we were both sweating. She might survive in her outfit as she had a lot of skin exposed to the air. I wasn't sure I would. That damned bra was HOT. I couldn't see how girls wore them in the summer around here. Maybe they didn't. I'd have to be more observant. "Look Sis, I don't think I can handle this bra. I'll have a heat stroke. I'm OK if we ignore the deal when we are out of the house. Would that be OK?" I pleaded. Sis wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and 5 minutes later we were leaving the house the second time, no bra and no tube top. I was dressed as I would have normally; t-shirt, shorts, and a hard on. This was getting to be a common look for me. I might never wear a shirt tucked in again. Sis teased, "You're really getting casual. Don't you ever tuck your shirts anymore?" Annoyed and still embarrassed at the nearly constant bulge in my pants, "Christ Sis, you know I can't do that if you're going to look that way." At this, she looked pleased. Sis had discarded the tube top and jacket in favor of a button up blouse with a lot of buttons unbuttoned and a knot tied just below her breasts; no bra. She looked great and with all the buttons she had not buttoned, her breasts were practically on display. She was still holding up her end of the bargain nicely. "Sis, you let me off so I figured you didn't have to either," as I lifted her into the passenger seat of the truck again. I made a point of looking for her nipples. Through the thin material of her blouse, I could just make out the darker circles around her nipples. The last thing I checked was from her knees to the crotch of those short pants. Awesome! Still uncertain about the female anatomy, at least as far as arousal was concerned, I asked, "Sis, your nipples... they're standing up aren't they? Does that mean what it did yesterday? Are you?" "Alright Romeo, yes, it means the same as it did last night. I'm turned on. So what? You still seem to have a bulge in your pants. Now quit staring at my tits long enough to get me something to eat." As I settled into the driver's seat, I draped my arm over her shoulder, pulled her toward me, and as I had last night, slid my hand inside her blouse, this time feeling the soft warm flesh of her breast surrounding that nice hard little symbol of my ability to arouse her. "Mmmm, you're starting to get the hang of that," as she leaned closer against me. Her right hand slid over and explored my crotch until it found my shaft. She wrapped fingers around me through my pants and said, "Turnabout is fair play," and gave me a couple of small strokes. I grunted in pleasure and said, "In a... few minutes... I'll need... you to stop." I was struggling for control hoping I could hold off the inevitable or that Sis would stop when I asked, which I soon did. She gave me a hard squeeze and a couple of strokes for good measure which almost sent me over the edge. I complained, "It's unfair. When a guy gets turned on, everyone can see it. All a girl gets is hard pokey nipples. If you're wearing a bra, no one will even see it." It was a small rant, and I remembered her treatment last night in mom's bathroom. "And when a guy gets turned on, he gets this huge mess in his underwear and a big smelly wet spot in the crotch of his pants which everybody sees. If we're lucky, they'll think we peed ourselves." "You poor thing. Guys aren't the only ones with problems. Girls swell up down there too and it gets uncomfortable; just like you do. And guys aren't the only ones that get sticky messes in their pants either. Do you know what it's like to wear a pair of wet slimy panties after you've been turned on all night and to wonder if everyone in the pizza place who gets near you can smell your pussy? And now you're doing it to me again!" Suddenly, I was feeling extremely guilty; enough that the swelling in my pants went down like a flat tire. It had all been about me, my needs, my discomfort, my embarrassment. It never occurred to me to think about what I might be doing to Sis. I realized how little I knew about how Sis was feeling. If she felt half what I was feeling, she was in bad shape too. Between the realization and the guilt, I immediately withdrew my hand from her blouse to avoid heaping more discomfort on her and began apologizing, "I'm sorry Sis. I had no idea it was like that for you. I wasn't thinking." Sis admonished me, "Put your hand back there. I was enjoying that. I didn't mean to lecture you, but you were whining. It's not very attractive. That was supposed to be another lesson for you; that you'll get farther with girls if you spend more time worrying about them and less about yourself. If you do, they'll take care of you! Now pretty please, play with my boob some more." By the end, Sis's tone had softened. I studied Sis's face as I slid my hand back down her blouse to cover her breast looking for any sign that she was uncomfortable. What I felt pressing against the palm of my hand eased my concerns. Her nipple was still hard as a small stone. With my palm just touching the nipple, I moved my hand to rotate the tip of the nipple in a small circles and was rewarded with a deep exhalation of breath from Sis as she leaned forward to push her entire breast into my hand and I began gently massaging it. Sis cooed, "You don't know what that's doing to me, Tyler, and no, it isn't bad," and snuggled closer. The goofy little grin on her face was enough to tell me that she really was enjoying what I was doing for her. I was surprised to find that giving Sis this pleasure was as exciting to me as what she had done for me, at least most things she had done for me. Breakfast at the Good Egg was much less private than the pizza place had been. We sat in a booth and were limited mostly to eating our omelets with hands on thighs although Sis managed to rub the bulge in my pants a couple of times. I had the usual restrictions on the thigh touching and no breast play at all. After last night's discussion, I didn't complain. A few minutes after leaving the Good Egg, we were back on the drive way. Eager to have my hands back around Sis' waist, I rushed around the truck to get the door and help her down. Sis swung her legs around pointing her knees toward me and said, "Remember I told you that we swell down there too?" She spread here knees wide and leaned back, exposing the crotch of her short shorts inviting me to have a look. She hadn't worn these pants in two years and they were stretched tight over her precious equipment. "What do you see? Do you remember how it looked this morning before we left? I know you were looking." What I saw was my first camel toe. She was right. It hadn't looked like this earlier. The crotch of her pants had been snug and nice to look at, for sure, but nothing like this. Now, the thick seam which ran down the center of the crotch of her pants was half buried between two rounded looking small bulging mounds that hadn't been their earlier. Without thinking, like a quick draw artist, my hand found its way to the center of Sis's camel toe. I stuck out my index finger and rubbed it up and down the seam several times quickly, as I said, "God Katy, that's amazing! Does it hurt or anything?" In the first instant when she felt my finger stroking the seam of her pants, her hips thrust forward ever so slightly toward my finger but she quickly recovered and slapped my hand hard and ordered me, "Stop that. It's not time for that yet," and let out a low moan. With a pleased look on her face, she said, "You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you. Help me down baby brother," as she put her knees together. With that small success, I grabbed her securely on each side of her waist and hoisted her from the truck. She felt good in my hands. Walking into the house, she said, "Time to get ready for Kissing 101" and undid her blouse and was once again topless and clad in that very miniscule pair of pants. She was showing so much skin I had a hard time deciding what to stare at. In the end, her breasts won out. She retrieved the bra which I had dropped earlier and handed it to me. "This is yours." In the privacy of home, I wasn't as anxious about putting it on. It would just be me and Sis, a small price to pay. At 9:45 AM, class was in session. She explained, "First, we'll start with the just friends kiss, like this," and she gave me a peck on the cheek, "or on the lips like this," and just brushed her lips on mine. "These will be from girls that don't know you, or how far they want to go with you, and you'll have some dates where you'll want to use one of these kisses as well. If you don't get a signal, this is as far as you should go. Now you try it." I leaned over and gave her a tiny little kiss on the forehead and then quickly leaned down for the kiss I'd been wanting since last night; a nice big wet kiss on the lips, with enthusiasm. Sis said, "Hold it! I didn't give you a signal." I grinned sheepishly, "I'm sure I felt one," and leaned in again. This time Sis signaled with a slight parting of her lips, which was all I needed. We remained, lips locked together, with arms around each other and Sis's body draped on mine like a second skin as our bodies writhed with mounting heat. At 10:00 AM, the doorbell rang. I mumbled through the wet kiss, "Ignore it!" Thirty seconds later it rang again, but this time whoever it was leaned on it for twenty seconds. "Shit! What asshole would be ringing our doorbell at 10 on Saturday morning?" Then a forgotten memory surfaced. "Oh fuck! It's Tommy and Billy. We're supposed swim today. Crap." By now the spell was broken for both of us. With perverse pleasure, Katy said, "OK, you need to get the door and you better get a shirt on over your BRA. You don't get off the hook this time! I'm going up stairs to get presentable." "Oh shit. Where's that shirt?" as I started trying to remember where I'd dropped it this morning after my reprieve. The doorbell went off again and this time I heard Tommy yelling, "COME ON Tyler. We know you're in there. Don't just leave us standing out here in the sun." "Keep your pants on" I yelled back, "I'll be there in a second." Fortunately, I had located the t-shirt. As I headed for the door I looked down and realized the damned t-shirt was next to worthless. I looked like the twelve year old from next door in her training bra. I was shaking my head as I opened the door for Tommy and Billy. ------------------------------------------------ To be continued. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 03 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting, if confused, young adults. This continues the story of my sex education. ***** This would be awkward. I had to open the door for Tommy and Billy, wearing Sis's bra. I turned the knob and gave the door push. As soon as the knob left my hand, I crossed my arms over my chest holding them as high as possible. I'm sure I looked as awkward as I felt but at least I had covered the bra. Tommy pulled the door open, "Hey buddy. Did you forget about us?" Both of them laughed but they could tell that something was wrong with me. They just didn't know what. Billy was first to comment, "You ok? You look... strange. Did you get hurt in practice?" The two of them looked at me. Their eyes locked on my crossed arms. The way I was holding them you couldn't miss them. "No, I'm fine. Come on in," and headed for the living room, all the while wishing I'd said, 'yeah, I hurt myself'. They might have bought that and it would have been a distraction from the actual problem. As I led them to the living room, I made the fatal mistake of turning my back to them. I knew at once I had screwed up but not soon enough to recover. Tommy knew bra straps when he saw them, "Those look like bra straps. I've seen plenty of 'em'. My sisters wear t-shirts over their bras all the time." Billy stepped back from me, "Crap! You're right. Uh... uh... ok. Some guys cross dress. None that I know, but still... I'm sure they do. And well... it's ok with me. I'm open minded. Isn't it ok with you Tommy?" Tommy wasn't so ok but tried to be helpful, "My aunts seeing a shrink. She thinks he's great. He could help you." After a pause, "You know, I think it's too chilly to swim. We better go," even though the temperature outside was over 100. Both guys were getting really uncomfortable. "Oh, come on guys. It's me, Tyler. There's nothing wrong with me," but standing there in Sis's bra, who was I trying to convince; them or me. This situation was nuts and maybe I was too. "Just let me explain." My mind raced, looking for any explanation to give them, even a poor one, but I couldn't think of anything. How do you explain that you're wearing your sister's bra so she'll let you see her breasts? I began to panic. Katy rescued me. "Don't get your panties bunched up guys. He's just got a cute little slut up stairs that promised him she'd show him her tits if he wore her bra." Then cavalierly, "They're the first ones he's ever seen. Told you it was bad idea Tyler." Thirty seconds ago, Tommy and Billy were certain that I had gone off the deep end and needed psychiatric help. Now, with Katy's few words, I'd gone from a cross dressing pervert to hero. To my inexperienced friends, not only was my behavior now reasonable, they envied me and wanted details. Tommy quizzed, "Do we know her?" Billy jumped in, "Do you think she'd show them to us?" "First off Katy, she's cute," and I emphasized, "but she's not a slut." I looked away from Tommy and Billy to Sis and silently mouthed, 'thank you'. "I can't tell you who she is. She made me promise." Sis winked at me and smiled. "Second, I'm sorry, but you'll have to find your own tits. But I will show you her bra," and pulled my t-shirt up over the bra. It was nothing special, but the guys were fascinated. To them, it was a symbol of something exciting about to happen. Even if it wasn't happening for them, they were stoked that it was happening to me. "Guys, I'm sorry, but would it be ok if I asked you leave? I need to get back to her before she changes her mind." They were true friends and headed for the door. On the way out, Tommy asked, "Do you think you could get a picture of her boobs for us?" I wasn't going to give anyone a picture of Sis's breasts, but I said, "I'll see if she's ok with it." I didn't want them to leave disappointed. Something to look forward to was always good. As they left, Sis had a good laugh, "Smooth Tyler." I'd lost it, but Sis had been smooth. She had turned the most embarrassing event in my life into a triumph. I was so relieved I didn't care if she laughed at me. What I knew was that Sis had gotten me out of a jam that would have cost me my two best friends. "Thanks Sis. I owe you big time." "Yes you do and one of these days I'll collect," and she put her arms around my neck, "but you need to know how to tell a good lie. Did you notice that what I told them was all true? That makes it easy to repeat and there's nothing to trip you up later. All I did was leave out one detail. I didn't tell them that the slut was me." "You're not a slut so stop saying it," as I bent to kiss her on the forehead. Sis had used the term slut more than once to refer to herself, and it bothered me. "I hope you always think that Tyler. Before we get back to your kissing lesson, do you want to really impress Tommy and Billy?" "Sure, but how?" "Get your phone and text them a picture of my boobs." "Are you serious? They'd love it, but I don't want to spread pictures of your breasts around." "Oh, go ahead. It'll make their summer." Sis pulled her shirt up, and I snapped a picture. It was cute. She had a big grin and her breasts looked great. Just as I was getting ready to press send, Sis took one look at it and screamed, "God Tyler, stop, stop, stop! Not with my face. We might as well fix them popcorn and let them watch us. Delete that, right now! And just take my boobs." "I guess I wasn't thinking straight," which was an understatement. I had almost caused a disaster and it would have been terrible for Sis. With a sigh of relief, I snapped a sanitized picture which showed only a very nice perky set of breasts. I sent a text to Tommy and Billy telling them to get someplace private and let me know when they were there. I had something for them. Within a minute I had a response back from them saying they were ready. I texted them Sis's photo. Almost instantly I got replies back from both guys. From Billy, "I thought your sister was just covering for you. Sorry. They're awesome." Tommy, "My God. What a rack. And I see that photo in the background with your dad and that fish. You couldn't photo shop that. Amazing dude. Send more!!" Sis giggled at this, "I've got a rack!" She puffed up her chest pushing her 'rack' toward me. I texted, "TTYL gotta go." "Golly, I'm practically a porn star!" Then she got back to business, "But it's time for us to get back to our lesson. If you're going to thank a girl with a kiss, make sure she knows you mean it; not just a peck on the forehead," as she pressed her lips to mine, I felt her lips part. My lips parted in response, and soon we were once again wrapped around each other in a wet kiss. Her tongue caressed mine. When her tongue withdrew, I pursued. I could feel her tongue against mine. It moved as if it were exploring my tongue and mouth. I did as she did. In response, her mouth opened wider, and it felt like she was trying to get her entire tongue in my mouth. I tried to help her. As we kissed, Sis's hands slid down my back and then up under my t-shirt. I could feel her fingers slide over my back, feeling the muscles as they moved, and sometimes her fingernails scratched along my back. Both of our faces were wet from our very sloppy kiss. The kiss alone was exciting, but each movement of Sis's hands aroused me further. I had never been touched like this. I didn't know what I should be doing, but I knew my hands on Sis's bare skin, to feel her in my hands. My hands slid under her t-shirt and I wrapped my arms around her. I embraced her with a strong squeeze. She grunted, and I knew I was squeezing too tight. She turned her body enough to move one breast against my hand. Sis had mentioned signals before. This had to be 'a signal'. I cupped her breast and began to gently play with the nipple. I felt a shiver go through her body and heard the small moan I had heard the night before in the truck. I was learning that Sis has very sensitive breasts. Soon, Sis straddled one of my legs as we stood and I could feel her hips moving against my thigh. There was an urgency in the thrusts of her hips as she forced her crotch against my leg. Then her mouth pulled away from mine and she laid her head on my chest, "Tyler, we've got to stop. Please, right now." The words came out haltingly and her body trembled. The trembling worried me. It seemed like I had hurt her. I noticed that her thighs were now clamped on my leg and everything had stopped moving except her hips. They continued to move rubbing her crotch against my leg, but much slower. This continued a minute or two and then her thighs released my leg and she leaned against me with her arms wrapped around my waist. I held her while she recovered from whatever I'd done to her. "What was that Sis? Did I hurt you?" I could never have hurt Sis and Friday night had made that an absolute certainty. Before Friday, I might have teased her or given her a hard time, but I couldn't even do that now. She almost whispered, "No silly. You gave me an orgasm. I need some time to calm down. Can we go fix something to eat?" As we walked to the kitchen, "What were you doing on my leg? I've never seen anything like that before." It had driven me crazy when she locked her legs around my thigh and was squirming against me. "I thought I was going to cum in my pants again." "I'm sorry. You didn't get relief did you? That was my fault. That kiss was so good, I forgot about you. Well, I didn't forget about you but all I was thinking about was what you were doing to me. Get an electric skillet out of the pantry and let's get lunch started. Then I'll take care of you!" "Take care of me?" I was surprised and very eager to be taken care of. The last time she'd 'taken care of me' had been amazing. Sis got a few things out of the fridge. After putting them on the island by the skillet, she took off her t-shirt leaving her bare from the waist up. My pants tightened as my dick, which had begun to go down, quickly stiffened until it was uncomfortable once more. Sis's body was like some virus I had no defenses against. I slid my hand in my pants to straighten myself out. Sis grinned, "You're ok with me going topless aren't you? I could put it back on if it makes you uncomfortable." I never noticed it before, but Sis can be a real tease. "Keep it off. I'm fine, but I don't think I'm ever going to get used to you. I've never seen anything like you Sis. You're beautiful." Sis beamed, "That's just the little head talking but keep it up. A girl likes to hear it." She buttered two English Muffins and put them in the skillet. "Come here!" Sis commanded, and I obeyed. She gently pushed me back against the island. "I wouldn't want you to fall." Standing in front of her, I admired her breasts while she undid my pants and slid them down exposing the lump in my underwear and a big wet spot. I was embarrassed as she manhandled me, but this time there was nothing but excitement in my mind as Sis wrapped her fingers around me and gave me a couple of slow strokes pealing my shaft an inch behind the rim of my smooth purple head. With the skinned pulled all the way back causing my shaft to swell, she examined me. "Yours is the first non-circumcised penis I've ever seen." The frenulum I think it's called, between my foreskin and the head of my penis, was stretched tight as she examined it like it was under a microscope. "Does it look ok?" I had always wondered if I'd look better if I'd been circumcised. All that foreskin looked ugly, and maybe girls would be turned off by it. Of course, I always flinched when I thought about being circumcised. "No, it looks great. When I get back to college I may have to look for uncircumcised guys to date." Then without warning, she bent close and kissed the head of my penis. "What the fuck! What are you doing Sis?" It felt like my erection got harder, if that was even possible. Her hand had already done a number on me. Now it jerked in her hand several times in succession, with excitement. She gave it a hard squeeze, "I'm just making sure you're ready for some relief and now you see there's more you can 'kiss' than lips and began slowly jerking me off as I leaned against the island. Tell me when you get close." As Sis took care of me, I never took my eyes off her face, watching her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. It seemed like she was enjoying this as much as I was. All the while I watched Sis, she watched me. Before she finished me off, we smelled something burning. Our English Muffins were ruined. Sis turned them off and continued to jerk me. "Christ Sis, that feels so good." A few seconds later, I barely managed to warn her that I was cumming. With her free hand, she grabbed her t-shirt and draped it over my erection just as it began to squirt. She continued to stroke me until my balls were completely drained. I don't think I will ever get used to this. Now that Sis was no longer worried about taking care of me, our second attempt at Egg McMuffins came out fine. We sat at the table and talked. "What happened to you, Sis?" "You just gave a girl an orgasm! Your first one." "I was hoping I would be first at something. And what were you doing on my leg? That was incredible." Sis blushed, "I don't usually get that involved in a kiss, but you really got me going. I just... needed more." Then, Sis the teacher returned, "You'll learn more about what girls need as the week goes on. I should have ended with that kiss instead of starting with it. Now we'll have to start over." While she had been talking, my eyes had roamed from her face to her breasts and back to her face. She was sitting topless yet I kept coming back to her face. My fascination with her smile and face surprised me. As she talked, I kept staring at her face. She noticed. "You keep looking at my face. I don't get it. Most guys would look at a girls tits if she was topless. Are they too small? I know you like a big rack. I'm sorry. This is all I have." Suddenly shy, she hid them with her hands. She seemed insecure and vulnerable; two conditions I don't associate with Sis. I tried to reassure her, "I thought I was 'big rack' guy too, but now I'm not so sure. Yours are perfect." As I said this, I slid my hands under hers, which were still covering her small breasts, and gently squeezed them, all the while, staring directly into her eyes looking for any sign that she enjoyed my touch. When it came to girls and sex, I was insecure, and was looking for any positive feedback from Sis to say I was doing ok. As I fondled her breasts, her face told me all I needed or wanted. She was enjoying what I was doing. "And about my face?" Her chest wiggled as she spoke, rubbing her little hard nipples against the palms of my hands. "I've heard some guys are breast guys and some are ass or leg guys. Would I be weird if I said I might be a face guy? I never knew how interesting it would be just to look at a girls face. How much it would tell you. Am I weird?" "No. That makes you a sweet guy. Now, are you ready to get back to kissing?" "I could spend all week kissing you!" "Well, you'd be wasting a lot of time. There are lots of things I plan to teach you. And since you like 'firsts', I can promise you that you'll get a couple of 'firsts' this week. And guess what? I may get a couple of firsts too! You're going to like most of the stuff coming now better than kissing me, but it will be mainly kissing this weekend." "Really? You'll have a first? What can we do that you haven't already done?" I wanted to hear this, but she wasn't giving out any more information. She moved into my space just inches in front of me. If it had been anyone else, it would have made me uncomfortable. Sis is pretty short, her head coming barely above my nipples, one she managed to get in her mouth and give a hard suck. It felt 'interesting' but didn't do much for me. She could tell that I wasn't moved by the nipple play, "This is how we learn about our partners. What they like and what they don't like. Of course, I could have asked you, but since you've never done anything like this, you wouldn't know how to answer. So we experiment. Try mine!" She pushed me into of a bar stool by the island and leaned in toward me which placed both breasts near enough for me to reach with my mouth. I locked onto the nearer one with a strong suction pulling most of it into my mouth. I was too forceful with the suction. Sis squirmed, "Just... just a little... easier. But... don't stop..." She was caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. Concerned that I'd hurt her breast, I released it, "I'm sorry. Are you sure you're ok?" She nodded, and I went back to her breast with somewhat less intensity. Sis enjoyed having her nipples sucked a lot more than I did. "You're going to be a great student," as she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my mouth to chest. After a couple of minutes, her breathing became uneven, and she trembled slightly, "Don't... ignore the other one," and pulled the one breast free while offering me the other one. As I sucked her other breast, her body tensed and I felt a series of small shudders. Then her whole body stiffened. "Ok. No more! Stop... with the mouth." It was an effort for her to get the words out and as she lay against my chest, I could feel her body shake. As she regained her composure, "You're going to need to take it easy on me. I'll never last until Monday." "What about Monday? Are we finished then?" I wasn't ready for this to end and it showed in my voice. "No. We're just getting started Monday. You're going to love Monday. At least, most of it. I'll tell you more tomorrow night AFTER you learn how to kiss a girl without making her feel like you're going to throw her on the bed and fuck her!" I hadn't been thinking about that. Honestly, I hadn't. At least not until she mentioned it. Up to this point, I had been completely focused on what we were doing at the moment and hadn't given much thought to what was to come. Everything we had done to this point was a first for me and had kept me in an almost perpetual state of arousal. It was hard to imagine it was going to get better. My mind flashed back to last night. She told me she was going to teach me everything she knew about sex. I'm sure she knew a lot more than just kissing, even though kissing her had blown my mind. Five minutes ago, if she told me 'seeing her mostly naked, kissing, and touching her breasts' was all we were going to do, I would have been completely satisfied. Actually, there was one more thing that would be necessary for me to be satisfied; those hand jobs. God they were incredible. Jerking off by myself would be a disappointment from now on. "Sis, are there things that we will just 'talk' about?" I had seen a few things on porn sites, just occasionally, that it was hard for me to imagine doing with anyone. Let alone doing them with Sis. "Maybe. The answer to that depends on you. If you're uncomfortable about some things when we get to them, tell me, and we can just talk through them. Of course, there are things that may be difficult for me. I'll do my best, but no promises." "It's like I'm your football coach. We'll talk about techniques, then we'll practice them, and then it will be game time. You'll have to take the field and play the game without me. I'm going to do my best to make sure you're prepared for game time, then it's up to you." For the remainder of the weekend, we practiced kissing which now included breast play, and she allowed my hands free range over her body, except for one intriguing small area. This I was forbidden from touching. Fair game included any bare skin. Her panties never came off. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 03 One small relaxation of the bare skin rule was made which allowed me to slide my hands inside her panties to her ass. This I fondled and probed, though only on the surface. We both enjoyed this. I was too naive to know what the possibilities were with a girl's ass and was reluctant to push my luck. Her cheeks fit nicely in the palms of my hands and I chose to enjoy the new toys that had been given to me. By the time Sunday evening arrived, I had required relief several times. I could tell that our sessions were taking a toll on Sis as well. Sis was stressed and the duration of our sessions were getting progressively shorter. On some occasions, she helped me, but on others, she had asked if I could take care of myself. On these occasions, she had gone to her room, and closed and locked the door. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing, but she never confirmed it and once the door was locked, she turned her music on loud enough that I couldn't hear any sounds that might have given her away. She always returned with fresh panties and signs that she had washed. It occurred to me that this was a good idea, and I did likewise. After a break at 5 P.M., Sis announced that my kissing was superb, "I can't take any more today, and it's time for us to move on anyway. Tomorrow is critical, and it is the last thing I'll require you to 'pay for'." "Oh God. Tell me it's not the bra again. Please." "No bras. But it may be worse," as she reached down and suggestively inserted her thumbs into the elastic of her panties and stretched them. Suspiciously, "Ok, that doesn't seem so bad. Do I wear them while we're in the house? Maybe under my pants when we go out? I can do that." "No. That would be too easy. I only want you to wear them a couple of hours," there was a long pause, "at football practice." I yelped like a dog getting spanked, "Whhhhatttt? No way. Half those guys think I'm gay anyway. I can't do that." Sis just stared at me and nodded her head like 'yes you will', "This is big. I need to know that you are serious." Feeling pressured, "And just what do I get out of this?" "Well, for one thing, I won't wear panties any more this week while we're together." This would be nice, very nice. "And two, you only have to do it this once; just two hours." This was not so nice. I might as well hang a sign around my neck that said, 'I'm gay'. Then she became obtuse, "Three, I'll give you what girls usually give guys when they take their panties off." With visions of a locker room disaster, "And what's that? A peek?" My mind was still half on the prospect of the guys in the locker room seeing me in Sis's panties. "Oh, come on Tyler. This is an easy one. You know what I mean." She paused, "Think about it," and she gave me a not so subtle hint and pulled her panties down quite low, revealing a small patch of her pubic hair. "You want it. You know you want it." Suddenly, it hit me what Sis meant, "You mean... you mean..." Sis nodded her head yes and made a circle between the thumb and index finger of her left and slid it over the index finger of her other hand, in and out, in and out, a universal symbol for sex, unless you were from Mars. "You're serious. You're going to have sex with me?" I had thought about this since yesterday. The prospect both excited me and at the same time, scared the hell out of me. "I don't see how you can learn about sex, without having sex." She was dead serious. "Unless you don't want to." "I'm in. But really? We're really going to do it? Brother and sister? What if somebody finds out?" "We better make sure they don't. I'm not going to tell. Are you?" "Hell no." Then Sis became very earnest, "This will change things between us forever. I love you more than anyone and I don't want anything to hurt our relationship. Are you sure you can handle having sex with me? Sex is very powerful." "I'm positive," but a crazy thought had crept into my mind. "Turn around!" As she spun around, "Why? You want to see my ass?" "I'd love to see your ass, but that's not it. I just wanted to be sure you weren't wearing a damned thong!" She wasn't, and she was right. I knew I wanted it. Sis burst out laughing. The next morning, clad in Sis's panties, I tried to circumvent my problem. I arrived at the football field 30 minutes early hoping I could change before the guys arrived. Unfortunately, coach didn't show up until 5 till to let us in the facility. I took a deep breath and headed for the locker room. To be continued... Ideas Sat-Sun - Sis offers to move on to the lesson on intercourse if he'll wear her panties to football practice tomorrow, Monday, and in the meantime she'll go bottomless which will make her naked. She promises this is the last thing he must pay for like this and it will teach him patience. He thinks she means to 'discuss' sex and is not sure it's a good deal. But some things can't be learned from a book or a lecture. Mon – guys give him hell about wearing panties and he tells them about the deal. They are skeptical. Can you prove it? Monday night, I slept with Sis, a practice we would continue until Mom and Dad returned. That first night, I lay awake with Sis spooned in front me listening for the sound of her barely audible breathing and watching the shallow rise and fall of her rib cage. With Sis cradled in my arms, I reflected on what Sis had done for me. If it had been a poker game, Sis was 'all in'. Physically and emotionally, she held nothing back and had nothing of value left to give. There were only two other people in the entire world with anything approaching such commitment to me and both of them lived under this roof. With her naked body held to mine, I was as stiff as I'd been that first night. The urge to wake Sis and make love to her was hard to resist, but I couldn't bring myself to disturb her. Tue – Guys are impressed. He can't practice in pads and needs attention. Cheerleader is called to help. Were the scratches worth it? Yes, it was the best deal I ever made. But he won't divulge who it was. She tries to coax it out of him with a promise of sex. Cheerleader taking care of his scratches tells him half the team thinks he's gay. He says no and she says she can tell and gives him a wet French kiss. He makes a tent which she grabs. Why do girls always do that? He follows up by checking her with a hand in her panties and a finger in her pussy. She makes the panty offer on condition that he never tells anyone and takes her panties off and gives them to him. OK if you're not wearing thong! Wed - Sis teachs him how to eat a girl out. He uses the new skill on the panty girl which leads to several friends needing service the next day which results in all getting fucked. Thu - Sis progresses to blow jobs and 69 and time for cheerleader to pay up. He throws in oral bonus. She's never had it before since the fball players have a pact. All their girls have to give them blow jobs. They don't return the favor. She is overwhelmed with this head between her legs. Sis confesses that he has had her wet all week. It was unexpected. She warns Tyler to be careful. Sexual intimacy is a powerful thing. Girls may think they're falling in love and may be vulnerable to a guy who treats them nice. She tells him that if a girl lets him between her legs she's vulnerable and her resistance is low, particularly orally. Fri – Sis gives Tyler the 2nd thing that he can be her first with. Anal but she's scared due to bad experience with a turkey in high school. Tyler is reluctant to hurt her and tries to refuse. She says no, he can help her find out if she likes anal and he's the only one she would trust to help her. He can't refuse. Lube and slow penetration. Tyler gets even for the manhandling from his sister at the end of the first week by returning the favor. I would never be able to repay Sis for what she had done. Every girl I met would be compared to Sis. Mom and dad call to say, they'd like to spend another week. Another week of practice. Catastrophy before Thanksgiving – a roommate is killed in a car wreck and Katy and the remaining two roommates need Tyler. He goes immediately to Tucson to help his sister. Katy is overwhelmed with gratitude that he is there for him and jumps up on him in the dorm lobby wrapping legs around him and kissing and giving desperate thanks. Calls him Tyler and does not want other dorm girls to know he is her brother. He carries her to her room and meets the other two girls. Comforts and fucks them. Katy is hurting already and misses her brother. You're not fucking my baby brother. No, I'm pretty sure he's fucking me. Realizing how much relief Tyler gave them, they suggest Katy needs it and they'll look the other way. In the middle, Katy blurts out, I've missed this so much and time to fess up. Home for funeral. Virgin sister of dead girl needs company of her sister's friends and returns to campus with them for a 'break'. Tyler comforts her. She's a virgin and he is gentle. Then Tyler has to go home for a football game on Thursday and everyone realizes he's not a college kid at ASU, but a high schooler from Chandler High. I'm going to law school. Did I do something statutory? It won't look good on the resume. Tyler picks up Katy who looks like hell. Roommates tell him they are worried about her. Katy tells mom she has something to tell her after Christmas. Mom gets drenched with booze at party and comes home to shower, but hers is stopped up so she uses Katy's. Showering with mom at Christmas. Blurts out, I thought it was Katy and TSHTF. Calls dad and Katy defends Tyler. Conversation with mom - and tells mom that she loves Tyler, is ashamed of herself, and will leave school and go somewhere to be alone and get over him. All her fault. Tyler is hurt. When were you going to tell me? You can't love your brother. How do you know you love him? Conversation back and forth between the three. Just like you know you live dad. Dad comes home and mom tells him what's up. He needs convincing and she suggests speaking to them separately and to threaten the other sibling. Both take blame and defend the other. Punish me, not them. Tyler realizes that he loves Sis. Was just slow to recognize it. Dad and mom hatch a scheme to help their children. Lawyer, marriage docs, finish school here low key and then leave the country. Katy to find a job and Tyler to finish his degree abroad as husband and wife. Lots of things to hide and people to leave. ------------------Date night------------------- ---------------------------------------- The next day with my buddies and afterwards ---------------------------------------- Sunday mercy from Sis ---------------------------------------- The next week - football team and other stuff I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 04 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. This continues the story of my sex education. It begins with me fulfilling my end of a bargain with Sis. ***** Monday morning, in Sis's panties, I tried to circumvent my problem. I arrived at the football field an hour early hoping I could change before the guys arrived. Coach didn't show until 5 till to let us in the facility. I took a deep breath and walked into the locker room. There would be over 60 boys at this practice. That meant the locker room would be crowded but it didn't make much difference. I had a locker, so there was not much choice about where I'd have to get suited up. Sis could have at least given me a pair of white panties. No such luck. She had given me a pair of bright red French Cut panties. They had looked great on her, not so great on me. On the bright side, I didn't have to worry about an erection sticking out the top. My dick felt like it had shrunken down to an inch. Instead of a big lump, I'd look more like Sis. This would suck! I didn't sleep well thinking about what would happen in the locker room. If I was lucky, I might get kicked off the team. Otherwise, I'd be abused all season, maybe longer. With all night to think about how to handle this situation, I had arrived at a strategy. It might work out but my credibility was pretty low with the guys. All the seniors and most of the juniors had their pick of cheerleaders or other cute girls from school. I had avoided all the complications of dating. My strategy rested on Sis's advice to tell a good lie, which actually meant to tell the truth; just leave out a few details. I could, I would, do exactly as she had done when she bailed me out Saturday with my buddies. I licked my lips and pulled down my pants. It took just a few seconds for the commotion to start. "God damn, Tyler. What the fuck?" As several guys nearest me backed a safe distance away. "Told you he was queer," came from someone nearby. "Are those red fuckin' panties?" I was trying not to stare at anyone and wasn't sure who was saying what but it didn't matter. The jeers and taunting continued. I tried to shout them down, "Shut up you bunch of assholes! It's not what it looks like." This was it. Make or break. "I've got a girlfriend. She said she'll have sex with me if wear her panties." The few guys who were listening might have been willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. The two assholes standing right next to me weren't in that group. To avoid naming names, I'll just refer to them as asshole #1 and #2. It's a more accurate description than their names anyway. "Queer, did you just tell me to shut up?" as asshole #1 gave me push into asshole #2 standing on the other side of me. He shoved me back into #1. #1 swung at me, "Get off me you queer." I tried duck back and got a light tap under the eye which stung like hell. By now I knew it would be a fight in which these two guys, and maybe a few more, would pound me into the floor of the locker room, but my adrenaline was pumping. Mom and Dad had always taught me not to fight. Until now, it had not been an issue. Dad had given me one more piece of advice, though he saved it for when Mom wasn't around, "Don't start 'em, but it's ok to finish 'em." I liked that advice, but I didn't think it would happen this time. Dad wasn't a fan of violence, but he was practical. He figured playing football, things might get out of hand occasionally and he had taught me some 'self-defense'. It wasn't boxing lessons, but enough to show me how to protect myself, jab, and vulnerable points to punch. I don't think either of us thought I would need it against my own team. This morning was different. I had been expecting trouble, and I was prepared to go down swinging. I elbowed #2, was rewarded with a pained grunt, and landed a satisfying punch on #1s nose which spewed blood. Still, I figured the end result would not be good for me, but I'd inflict as much damage as I could. Several punches were thrown in my direction. Before the fight could progress toward its inevitable conclusion, coaches crowded their way between us and were restraining us. Coach Barker yelled, "Calm down. There'll be no more fighting. What's the meaning of... of..." He broke off as he saw my red panties. "Cuuh-rist Tyler. What the hell are you wearing? Into my office, all of three of you. Coaches, get the rest of these guys on the practice field." As we headed into Coach's office, my two adversaries in unison, "I'm not sharing a locker room with no fag." Coach Barker surprised all three of us, "Guys, there is nothing wrong with being gay. Unlike being bigots," and he looked directly at asshole #1 and #2 as he said it, "it's not a choice. Now, you two are in line for football scholarships. The likelihood of that is pretty low if you aren't on the team this year! Do you understand me?" Both guys nodded. "Now suck it up and I don't want to hear or see any more of this." To #1, "Stop by Miss Talmage and get first aid to take a look at that nose!" The Cheerleaders provided first aid for the girls and the boys during these practice sessions. This just meant treating minor scrapes with band aids and wrapping sprains. Both squads seemed to get these. Anything more serious went to the Doctor's office, or hospital. Then he looked at me, "Tyler, hold up. I don't care what your persuasion is, and I don't care what you wear on your own time, but for the sake of the team, I better never see you in panties again!" "Coach, I'm not gay. Really, I'm not. And this will definitely be the last time. She promised just this once." Coach sighed, "A girl. I should have known. Even a gay kid wouldn't wear those panties in the locker room. And for God's sake, use a condom!" As I was going out the door, "Tyler, it might be best if you got back into your running clothes. I'd like you to run instead of work out with the guys today. Give them a chance to cool off. Don't think I'm taking it easy on you. If I see you, you'd better be running." I needed to cool off too so I was relieved, "Thanks Coach." ***** Two hours of running round and round a track gives you plenty of time to think about things. Most of my thoughts were on Sis. My first thoughts were on what she had promised me. I had earned it this morning! I knew what I was going to receive. Actually, I didn't know what I was going to receive. It was the difference between the coach telling you that you might have to take a hit to make a catch and actually taking the hit. You have to experience it to know what it's really like. After a while, my thoughts turned to Sis's part in the equation, instead of my part. What was she getting out of this? The only thing in it that I could see for Sis was to do something for me that she felt I needed. Sis seemed like the poker player who had gone 'all in'. It felt like Sis had placed everything she had of value on the table for me take. Her body and her dignity was being offered up to me. It was easy to see what I'd win. It wasn't easy to see anything of value on the table for Sis. Still, Sis was 'all in' for me. I realized that what I was getting ready to do was take advantage of Sis. She had nothing to win and everything to lose. If I had the will power, I wouldn't go through with it, but I'd already faced and failed that test. ***** With my mind occupied with thoughts like this, my running was interrupted. It was Carol. Among the cheerleaders, she was the alpha and arrogant. We had some history, unpleasant history. "Earth to Tyler. Practice is over. Do you plan on running all day?" She stood in front of me, blocking my way. The field was empty, no girls and no boys, only the two of us. Confused, I looked around and stopped in front of her, "I was just thinking. Guess I better go get my stuff." "So, they say you're gay. Is it true you're wearing girl's panties?" I could feel the taunt in her voice and the rush of blood to my face. I headed for the locker room and my clothes, deciding to try ignore her. She took up position and walked beside me, and continued talking, "I'm not going to leave until we finish our discussion." "We're not having a discussion and I'm not gay." As we neared the door to the locker room, "So you say. And what about the panties?" Now we were entering the locker room door. I walked in thinking I'd be rid of her, but she walked in with me. At this point, I was beginning to get pissed off and feel stubborn, "Look, I'm changing. You're going to have to watch to finish this conversation." I began pulling my shorts off exposing the red panties. "Shit. You are wearing panties. Does that mean you're gay too?" "No. I already told you I'm not gay. Now get the hell out of the locker room." Unfazed, "You know, I can tell if you're queer or not." "Really? You have a gay test or something?" Carol was several inches taller than Sis and by now was getting up in my face. With a quick movement, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers and I felt her tongue pressing forward. This was the first situation today that I knew how to handle. Sis and I had spent the previous day practicing kissing, and I believed her when she said I was very good at it. I was not in the mood to give this bitch the upper hand again. If her tongue could get in my mouth, mine could get in her's! I pushed my tongue forward while wrapping her body securely forcing her to me, and began a wet probing kiss. If anyone was winning this little contest, it was me and I'd do it on my terms. Carol wasn't prepared for an active and aggressive participant in the kiss. She had intended to tease and embarrass me. She tried to push me away and pull her mouth from mine. With one of my hands behind her head, I was too strong for her. For a few seconds she struggled. Soon the feel of the struggle changed. She was no longer trying to free her mouth from mine or to pull her body away. Instead, her mouth opened wide and our tongues were caressing and probing each other's mouths in a kiss that was getting our faces wet. I no longer had to hold her. She was pushing her body against mine and she was panting in a fashion similar to Sis when some of our kisses had gotten particularly energetic. I completed my domination of Carol by running my hands under her cheerleading skirt and into her panties. With a quick motion, I found the top of her panties and then I had a hand squeezing each of her buns. Then, from back in the coach's office, "Hey, anyone in here?" Carol and I both had a moment of panic and began disconnecting, I removing my hands from her ass, and she pulling away. As she pulled away, she looked down at my erection which had been pressed against her crotch. While still breathing heavily, she did two things very quickly. One, she squeezed my dick and two, she whispered in my ear, "You're definitely not gay," then exited the locker room just ahead of Coach Barker's entrance. "Tyler, it's you. I was going to call you in but you seemed lost in thought and I figured you might still need a little time." With my back to him since I didn't want him to see my boner, I opened my locker and got my things and began dressing. "Thanks Coach. I did need it." "Are you going to stay with team? They probably aren't finished with you." "Yes sir. I'll be with the team as long as you'll have me." "Good man. But try not bring any more trouble on yourself, if you know what I mean." "Yes sir. No more panties." Coach grinned and nodded, "I hope she's worth it." ***** My thoughts on the way home were a mixture of excitement and guilt. I entered the front door and closed it. No sign of Sis. From upstairs, "Tyler! You're late. What kept you?" I moved to the steps and at the top, I could see Sis. She surprised me by being fully dressed for the first time in over two days; blouse, skirt, even shoes. We could have gone to the mall together and she wouldn't have needed to cover anything up. It seemed that she might have had second thoughts about sex with her brother. I admit it. I had second thoughts myself but I couldn't help myself. Philosophically, I knew it was for the best but it didn't feel like it was for the best. I know I was pond scum for what I wanted to do to Sis, and I also felt like I had earned it. I heaved a deep breath and sighed, "Hi Sis." To myself, 'If you were going to change your mind, I wish you'd done it before football practice.' Sis must have seen the letdown in my body language and started down the steps. By the time she was halfway down the steps, she was staring at my face. I guess the guys must have done more damage than I thought. "What happened to you?" as she raced the rest of the way down the stairs. Standing close to the bottom step where Sis had stopped, I put my arms around her waist and pulled her against me. In my current mood, I needed some sympathy. As I related what had happened in the locker room and my non-practice, Sis began planting delicate kisses on each mark on my face. I recounted the lie I had told, like she had with Tommy and Billy, and that I didn't think they believed me. I stopped short of telling her about Carol. "Those assholes! What do they think? Violence is the answer to everything. They're a fucking bunch of animals." Sis didn't curse. She seemed genuinely pissed. "Did you know this was going to happen?" she asked. There were tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. "Nothing like this was supposed to happen." "I wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't expect it to be good. If coach hadn't been there, I would really have gotten my ass kicked." Her cheeks were wet with tears now, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked that of you. Does it hurt?" I couldn't take her tears, "Not really. I usually hurt a lot worse after practice." I made up my mind. It might help to tell her about Carol. Maybe she'd feel like I was getting something out of her lessons. "Did you ever wonder why I never dated in high school?" I went on before she could respond. "Have you ever seen hot girls tease a geek? Try give them a hard on or something, like in the lunch room. That was how I met Carol my freshman year... That's why I never dated... Everybody in class, especially the girls, knew. Today, Carol thought she could do it again... and I think she was curious about the queer guy wearing girl's panties." Without thinking about how it would sound, "After Friday night, I never want someone to control me that way again." Sis's crying rose to a new level. She was blubbering and trying to apologize through the sobs. I could barely understand her. She was clinging to my kneck and had her faced buried on my shoulder. "I'm... I'm... hnnhh... so... hnnnh... sorry. You... hnnnh... hnnnh... must hate... hnnnh... me." Her arms were wrapped tight around my neck and I could feel the sobs shaking her body. Finishing the fight at practice would have been easier. "I could never hate you, Sis. What you did was because you cared for me. Carol thought she could control me, get some kind of perverted pleasure at my expense. To her, it was a dominance game all over again. She thought I was gay because I never dated... said she could tell if I was gay. She thought she could tell by kissing me. Thanks to you, I turned it around on her. I frenched her good! I had a hard-on but I also had my hands in her panties on her ass! And she was letting me! I think I could have done anything I wanted to her if the coach hadn't interrupted us. It was just like you said, and it felt really good to get even with her after all this time, and I owe that to you. Thanks to you, I can handle myself and Carol." Sis's sobs diminished. "You don't have to worry about me doing anything to embarrass you ever again, but what about the damage I've already done? Can you stay on the team, and what about school? It sounds like they're already starting to talk. Everyone in school will know. Everyone! The teachers, the Principal, and probably Mom and Dad when they get back. God, what did I do to you?" My thinking hadn't gotten as far as Sis'. She had pointed out some difficulties that I hadn't thought about. With calm that even surprised me, "Last week, this would have been a disaster. After the last few days, I can handle it. If the guys want to fight, I'll just fight. The worst they can do is beat me up and maybe I get kicked off the team. It's not like I was planning on a football scholarship. As far as what everyone else thinks, I'm not going to let it get to me. Mom and Dad are the only ones I'm worried about. They won't understand, but they love me, so it won't last forever. I'll take my punishment and wait for it to blow over." "I'm even ok with you changing your mind about us having sex. What you've already done for me was great and I'll be ok now. You don't have to worry about me." Surprised, "What makes you think I changed my mind?" Sis pulled at my t-shirt and wiped the last of her tears from her matted eyes and face and leaned back against my arms to get a good look at my face. "Well, you're all dressed, head to toe. I figured you decided it was too much for you to do, even for me." "I got dressed FOR you. I wanted you to get the full experience. We've been on a date. We've kissed. Now I want you to have the thrill of undressing a girl and having sex with her." I stood not knowing what to say. I guess the things that had happened at practice had shaken Sis's confidence, that and me just standing there frozen. She paused and was thoughtful for a few seconds. With a sad frown, "Oh God, I'm sorry. It never occurred to me, but I guess no boy wants his first time doing this to be with his sister. It should be someone who's special." Now I was stunned, but not long. "Jesus, Sis. You are special to me. I'd rather have you be my first more than anyone." "Even that slut, Carol? You said she gave you a hard-on." "She does kiss pretty well but she doesn't care about me. You do. Besides, I like kissing you better and you're prettier than she is too." She put on a pouty smile and wiggled her body against mine obviously enjoying the verbal stroking, "I guess that's ok." She turned and started up the stairs, "Why don't we go upstairs to my room and start today's lesson?" By the time she got me upstairs, I was thoroughly aroused in anticipation and the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing didn't help either. Sis has a great pair of legs and I was getting a clear view as I followed her up the stairs. I stared unashamedly. I'd earned this. She stopped at the edge of her bed and turned to face me. Staring at the bulge in my pants, she reached her hand toward me, but stopped short. "Is it... ok if I touch you?" My comment about Friday night had stung her. I nodded my consent, "You never have to ask, Sis." Her hand completed its short journey to the waist band of my shorts and wormed its way inside, underneath the red panties. Once there, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and followed that by a firm squeeze and a few slow strokes. There was a wide smile on her face as she watched me watching her. It looked like she was as excited as I was, but it was different. For me, it was all lust for what I was receiving. Sis was enjoying the giving. She continued slowly stroking me. I grunted as I felt myself getting ready to unload, "Better not do too much of that or I'll make a real mess in your hand and panties." She stopped instantly. I guess she recognized the look on my face and realized how close I was. Her eyes diverted from my face to look down where her hand had been working so effectively. The top of the red panties were exposed, "I'll give you a little rest," and with a mischievous grin, "let's get you out of those panties." I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 04 I didn't object to this. It was ok by me if I never saw another pair of panties, at least on me. She released my erection which was throbbing relentlessly, reached down to my waist, and with a thumb hooked in each side of my shorts, pulled them and the red panties down in one quick motion. Teasing her, "Hey, I thought I was supposed to be undressing you," but I didn't really object. I kicked my shorts and those damned red panties off as Sis reach for my t-shirt, "Arms up, baby brother." In a few seconds, I stood totally naked, with my ever present erection standing at attention. I was surprised, but Sis appeared to be nervous. "You sure you're ok with this Sis?" "Yes, I'm sure, but it is a big, big step. Once we do this, things will never be the same between us. It's a bell we can't un-ring. So, are you sure you're ok with it? Last chance to back out." "Jesus, Sis," and I looked down at my dick, "if we don't, I think it'll fall off." She snickered, looked down, and smiled. "You've had that thing for 3 days. I think it's time I took care of it properly for you." "Your turn to undress me. Just start at the top with the blouse." Sis's eyes had closed as my hands made their way up her body toward the top button on her blouse. "Ummm, this is going to be so much better than the back seat of a car behind Home Depot. You are definitely catching on." It was awkward getting that first button undone. The second was easier and the rest were easier still. In a few seconds, the blouse which had snugged her body so nicely hung open revealing a black bra and the smooth skin of her torso. I could see her breasts exposed over the bra and down to her belly button just above her skirt. She had beautiful lightly tanned skin with no imperfections and just a trace of abs. I had seen more of Sis's body when she was in a bathing suit, and I had seen her completely topless over the weekend. That had been great, but there was something incredibly arousing knowing that she wanted me to take her clothes off; all of them. Based on the past weekend, I was pretty sure that Sis would like me to take some time and run my hands over her body, so I did. I ran my hands underneath her blouse and felt her tense and inhale and exhale several deep breaths as I slid them over her ribs and then up her back, feeling her shoulder blades, and gently massaging the muscles of her back. I could feel her body respond to my caressing. In turn, my dick twitched in anticipation. "We can take the blouse off if you want," reminding me that this was just the beginning, not the end. She shrugged her shoulders but the blouse was too snug to drop off without help. I slid my hands across her chest, squeezing her breasts on the way to her shoulders, and under the blouse which had been stuck there and eased it off her shoulders. As it cleared her shoulders, Sis shivered her arms several times and the blouse suddenly dropped down her arms and fell to the floor. Except for the bra, Sis was topless. She shook her chest at me then pulled my head toward it. Now I was the one inhaling and exhaling slow deep breaths. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, her tummy against my chest and her chest just in front of my face. I leaned to the bare bulges of her breasts pushed up by the bra and kissed each gently. Sis moaned, "If you're going to do that, why don't you unhook my bra." My hands were already behind her back and I began fumbling for the hooks to her bra. To myself, 'Shit, my hands must be numb. I can't feel a thing!' Sis let me flounder for a while. Her body shook as she tried to hold back a laugh, "The hooks are in the front, silly." There they were, right between her breasts. With a little effort, I managed to unhook the bra and it hung loose off her shoulders. With a little help, it slid over her shoulders like the blouse. Sis was bare from the waste up, a pair of beautiful breasts now inches from my face. I could see her nipples clearly. They were erect like the erasers on new pencils, standing out from her breasts nearly a half inch inviting me. With the bra gone, I couldn't resist nibbling at one of her nipples. Maybe I was also delaying getting to the final step. Sis was right. It was a big one and intimidating. As soon as my mouth touched her breast, Sis's body stiffened. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face to her breasts. She liked having her breast in my mouth. Sis began to push her breast toward me like she was trying to force it all in my mouth. I obliged and found that if I sucked it forcefully, I could inhale her entire breast in my mouth. Sis was now moaning each time I suckled her breast. "Please... take... my skirt... off. Please?" Sis labored to get this request out. With her breast still in my mouth, I multi-tasked, finding the zipper to her skirt and began unzipping it. With it unzipped, it was easy to slide off her hips. Soon it lay in small folds around her ankles. Using the toes of each foot, she pushed her shoes off her heels, sliding them off her feet and then stepping out of her skirt. The only thing between Sis and complete nudity was a small silky pair of panties that matched the bra. I couldn't help myself. My hands dropped down her back to her buns. They were round and firm, and bare?!! I turned her around. She was now standing in front of me, with her back to me, naked except for the tiniest of thongs. Sis looked over her shoulder and saw the startled look on my face and smiled, "Do you like thongs? Thought you would. When you're through staring at my ass, take it off." She was right. I was staring. If we hadn't been working our way toward this moment for several days now, I would have been scared to death for her to see me staring at her ass like this, even if she had been fully clothed. The thing that really got me was that she seemed to be enjoying me looking as much as I was enjoying her ass. Sis asked, "What are you thinking?" "A bunch of things. What a great body you have. I'm wondering if you're as turned on as I am. And finally, I'm really glad you didn't give me those to wear to practice. The guys would have beat the snot out of me." Sis burst out laughing at my last comment, "I'm glad too. Did you really mean it about my body?" I nodded my head several times in the affirmative, "Those guys on the internet are all wrong about what makes a woman beautiful. Short is really nice and breasts don't have to be huge to turn me on. You're awesome, Sis!" "You don't have to flatter me you know. I've already promised myself to you. And you were also wondering if I was turned on as much as you. Well, I'm pretty sure I am." "Now take my thong off." In a few seconds, I had slid it off her nice hips, down her thighs, and it lay around her ankles. A step and a kick, and Sis deposited it near my red panties. I was learning something about Sis, and maybe all girls. Sis enjoyed being complimented, particularly about her body. It had been written all over her face. The surprising thing was how much it excited me to see her reaction. She reached for my hands and pulled my arms around her, and forced both of my hands to rest on her pubic mound, "Here, feel," as she took hold of one finger, pressing it into her pubic hair. I could feel warmth radiating from between Sis's legs. I could also feel the contours of her pussy. It was wet and sticky. "Oh, shit," escaped from my lips. Maybe I had advanced far enough to look at Sis's ass and play with her breasts, but this was entirely different Sis saw my uncertainties even as I was feeling them, "You're doing great. Just this once, I'll show you what to do." "I want your entire hand over my pussy," and she moved one hand until her pussy was in its palm. "Slide your fingers up and down. Get a good feel of it." I was practically panting as I complied. As my hands and fingers began to move, I could feel the cleft between her lips. It was slick with wetness. I reveled in the fact that I had done that to Sis, had made her so wet. "That's it!" A low moan escaped from Sis's mouth and I could feel a tremble go through her body. This was too much for my erection. With my arms wrapped about Sis, it was throbbing and jerking against her back. I was leaking pre-cum all over her back. She didn't seem to be worried about it. The next instructions were not spoken. She moved my hand until my fingers were once again below the wetness of her pussy. She placed her hand on top of mine and took one finger and laid it on my middle finger and pressed it down. I could feel the wetness as Sis pressed my finger firmly down between her lips. "Jesus Sis, you're so wet... and slick!" "Yes, I am. And in case you're wondering, it's not pee! If you had any doubts about me really wanting this, you shouldn't. This is how you tell that a girl wants it. Girls can fake a lot of stuff. They can make noises. They can move their bodies. They can kiss you, touch you, and say anything they want, but you only get this way if you are sexually aroused, and you've had me this way for days. If you keep doing this to me, I'll run out of panties before Mom and Dad get back. I may have to go without." She snickered at this. Sis seemed to enjoy stroking my ego. I felt like a stud. Sis prompted, "Just follow my lead." She began to apply light guiding pressures to my hand. Her middle finger pushed mine down harder and began guiding my hand back up over her pussy dragging both our fingers up between her lips. Then my middle finger found an 'opening'. I didn't know what I had found, but Sis did. She gasped and forced my finger down harder. Both our middle fingers were now 'in her', mine under hers, up to the second knuckle. She kept her hand on mine, but removed her finger, "now... go deeper... all the way," which I did. Sis let out a small moan, but louder than before, as I pushed my finger 'all the way'. "Now, slide it in and out a few times." I was so excited my pecker was aching. And it wouldn't stop jerking like it had a mind of its own. "Just keep doing that," she encouraged. All of a sudden, her body went rigid and shuddered several times. Her hands both went to mine and forced it tight against her crotch preventing the in and out motion which we had been doing together. By now, she was moaning loudly. It almost sounded like she was in pain. My two fingers were still buried as far as I could get them inside Sis. With Sis's hands locking mine against her wet little pussy, I could tell that she didn't want me to move them anymore. With the sobbing sounds she was making, I was concerned that I might have been too forceful and hurt her. I stopped but she wouldn't let me withdraw my fingers. "Just a... second... keep your fingers... right there." That was when the most incredible thing happened. Something inside Sis's pussy began 'grabbing' my fingers. Every few seconds I could feel it grab them. This was amazing. None of the guys on the football team had ever mentioned anything like this. Sis's breathing had gotten very ragged and her body was trembling. Sis brought this to an end and barked out an order, "I've got to have you now." The abruptness surprised me. She sounded incredibly serious. I was slow to react, "Pleeeease, I need you now." I had never seen Sis beg, but she was begging me now. She seemed desperate. In a couple of seconds she had freed herself from my arms and scrambled onto her back the bed. She spread her legs revealing a wet mass of pubic hair which did nothing to conceal her beautiful pussy. This was the first time I had gotten a real look at her this way. The lips were much larger than I expected and spread slightly open from being stretched by my fingers. Her chest was heaving, "Now. Come on. Please don't make me wait." I'd seen enough porn to know what I needed to do, sort of. I crawled into bed and settled between her legs in a pushup position, but from my knees, placing it near the opening to her pussy that my fingers had occupied moments before. In a rush, Sis grabbed my dick, aimed it, and slid her hips down placing the head between those wonderful enticing lips. Just that tiniest of penetration was the most exciting feeling I had ever experienced. It was obvious what Sis wanted and I desperately wanted to give it to her. I pushed the head in. Looking down, I could just see it disappear between those beautiful lips. My focus moved back to Sis's face and I watched every twitch, every change of expression. The best I can describe the look on her face was 'hunger'. I'm sure she saw the same on my face, or maybe just a stupid grin. Maybe I should have been more patient, but I was desperate to bury myself completely in Sis. In one continuous thrust, I plunged all the way in. I just forced it in her without regard for her. I couldn't help myself. Sis eyes shut, her head tilted back, and she gasped as I rammed my entire erection into her tiny little body. Seeing her reaction, the thought that raced through my head was 'Oh God, what have I done to Sis?' "I'm sorry Sis," as I started to withdraw. But her legs wrapped around my waist to hold me in position. Her eyes opened and the look of shock was replaced with a grin, "You didn't... hurt me... its one size... fits all. Now... keep going... as fast and hard... as you can." I could feel Sis's tight little hole snugging my dick as I began to pumping in and out. With each in stroke, I could feel her pussy peel back my foreskin, and then return it on the way out. I lost all thought of everything except the need to pump Sis, which I did furiously... for a couple of strokes. My motions were not practiced or careful, just desperate. My technique was crude, which is why, all of a sudden, the head of my dick came completely out of Sis. Sis had been so insistent and my need so great, that I pushed forward again before I realized I was not quite aligned. I grunted in pain as my erection bent nearly double as it met the sweet but unyielding flesh next to Sis's pussy, like a car hitting a wall. Sis also grunted. I suspected I might have hurt her but needn't have worried. In an instant, I felt her hand on my shaft, slick with her juices, guiding it back home. "Ok, keep going." My eyes remained glued on Sis's face and I could see the almost pained look on her face. I began pumping once again, although with just enough control to insure that I didn't come completely out again. As I made love to Sis, I could see the pleasure, and I'd have to say, lust on her face. That same lust must have been evident on my face as well. I had never planned on 'fucking' Sis. 'Fucking' sounded too vulgar for anything I'd ever thought about doing with Sis, but at this moment, I think 'fucking' might have been an accurate word for what I wanted to do, was doing to Sis. After my premature withdrawal, Sis had wrapped her legs around my waist to insure that I didn't come out again. This position was incredibly sensual. It felt good to have her forcing her hips to mine this way. If you've never had a girl wrap her legs around you while having sex, you should try it. Inside five minutes, Sis was moaning between grunts as we both were exerting ourselves. If anything, she was even louder than she had been when I was fingering her. Unexpectedly, at least for me, Sis's body suddenly stiffened and she clenched her legs tightly around my waist forcing me deeper inside her, as she emitted one long, painful sounding moan. With her legs locked around my waist, my shaft buried to it base, against her crotch, she thrust herself against me several slow deliberate times in what felt like an effort to get me even deeper insider her. I wanted it too and thrust against her as she thrust against me. The energy and excitement of her last strong thrusts forced me over the edge as well and I began spewing semen into Sis's little body. I hunched hard against her as each convulsion struck me. "I... I... feel it... squirting," and she let out a low continuous satisfied moan as we both spent ourselves. Now, not only were her legs wrapped around me, but she had her arms around me forcing me to remain inside her unmoving for several minutes until my erection faded and began to shrink and withdraw from her pussy. Sex is hard work. We were both sweaty and breathing heavy. I needed to lie down and recover. It was tempting to just lay down on Sis, but even in my sex dulled state of mind, I couldn't bring myself to drop my weight on that little body of hers. I knew she was probably tough enough to take it, but I just couldn't do it. I probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds. "Hang on," I instructed and rolled over holding her to me. Once we had settled in our new position, a huge grin spread across Sis's face, mine too. We lay there silently looking at each other for what seemed like minutes. She surprised me by launching into a kiss. Not just a little peck on the lips, but an open mouthed wet one. Our tongues played briefly and then she backed off. "Ohhhh, baby brother," she sighed, "that was the most incredible sex I've ever had!!" I gave her a crooked smile, "Me too!" She slapped me playfully on the chest, "It was your first time. I could have been laying there unconscious and you would have thought it was great. I'm serious!" "Really? I thought I messed up when I came out." "That happens to everybody now and then." "It kind of hurt. Did I hurt you?" She laughed, "Well, most people don't keep going until they get it pointed back in the hole. But no, you didn't hurt me. I just didn't want you to stop." She was laying on top now, and I was watching her face. She was teasing me, but not maliciously. Everything about her face told me she was 100% sincere. She had enjoyed what I had done to her. It was hard to believe it was the best she had ever had. Surely she had had lots of guys and some of them must have known what they were doing and done it better than me. "I know you've had lots better lovers than me. How can that be the best you've ever had?" Before answering, she repositioned herself so that she was sitting upright with a knee on each side of my body. I squirmed and grimaced as her weight came down twisting on me. I was still half hard. "Oh, sorry," as she reached down and lined me up so it pointed at my belly button and once again lowered her weight. I groaned as her hand touched me. Seeing this, she grinned and continued grinding her hips against me. That was all it took. In seconds, I was fully erect again. She continued with her answer while slowly rocking her hips, grinding my erection, which was quickly becoming needy again. "You don't understand this now, but only 10% of the best sex is from the physical part. The other 90% is from here," and she placed a palm on my chest over my heart, "and from here," and she placed both hands around my head while her fingers caressed my temples. "Doing it with a partner you trust and care about and who cares about you is what really makes it special." Stiff again and feeling Sis's warm crotch against me, "Is there any chance we could do it again?" She giggled, "Of course. Why do you think I was doing this?" She rocked her hips a couple of times vigorously and then raised up enough to free my erection which was back at full strength. As she raised up I could see a long thread of cum stretch between her pussy and my crotch. Maybe I should have been repulsed at the sticky mess, but I wasn't. I was fascinated. She saw me staring. "Sorry. I forgot about the mess. Do you want us to go shower?" "No way. We can shower later. I've had it on me before. I just never thought about what would happen to it after the guy finished." I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 04 She laughed, "Yeah, it surprised me the first time it happened too. I made an awful mess in the back of Jason Whitworth's car, but he deserved it." Then she reached down and began guiding me back down the V between her legs while leaning to one side to get high enough, Sis worked the head between her lips. With Sis on top, "I'll do the work this time." She began slowly rocking her hips. Each time she rocked her hips, her pussy stroked me. She moaned quietly as she continued to work magic with her hips. Looking up at her, I could see her naked body from her head to a little bit of pubic hair exposed between us. Her breasts were firm with nipples standing up. I couldn't resist and began to tweak them between thumb and forefinger. Sis moaned approval. In a couple of minutes, Sis was getting loud again and the rocking of her hips became feverish. Then the rocking stopped and was followed by several isolated thrusts as she forced herself all the way to the base of my erection, driving her pubic hair against me. The thrill I saw on her face and those last thrusts, and of course, that 'clinching' of my dick by her pussy, had me spewing semen inside Sis once more. It felt great! Without raising off me, Sis dropped her body on me and lay on my chest. Her face buried itself under my chin and her lips found my neck and began gently sucking. Gentle turned to forceful. This 'kissing' of my neck was very arousing, but she was beginning to suck really hard. "What are you doing down there, Sis?" "Giving you your first hickey!" "Hickey? But everybody will see it." "Yes, they will if they look close. But don't worry. It's not very big and will be gone before Mom and Dad get back." "Let me go to the bathroom and see." She rolled off to allow me up, "be a sweetheart and pass me my panties. I need to catch 'your' mess." I picked them up from where they had been discarded and walked them to Sis, "Is it ok if I wipe you?" "Yes. You may." With this, Sis lay on her back at the edge of the bed, with her legs spread wide, and a huge grin on her face. "Hurry up. I've been trying to hold it in, but I'm not sure how good I'm doing." I knelt at the side of the bed and slid the panties on the bed beneath her to catch and proceeded to examine Sis's pussy closely. It had a wet glistening mess beginning to ooze out from between a pair of very puffy red lips. "It's beautiful Sis." "Really? I always thought they were wrinkled and ugly and with this mess. But I'm glad you like it." "I do. It's great and I don't mind the mess. I know how it got there." I began wiping the ooze from her lips with the panties. This drew a low moan from Sis and she wiggled her hips rubbing her crotch against the panties in my hand. "Do you... think you could do it again, baby brother?" I stood up revealing my erection which bobbed in front of her. I had gotten hard again while examining her. She slipped far enough up the bed to allow me room to get in position comfortably between her legs, which I did. This time, she didn't offer to help, but it didn't matter. I knew what was expected and how to do it. Even though I had wiped Sis thoroughly, when the tip of my shaft nuzzled her lips, it was met with a slick wet invitation. I was more careful this time as I forced my way in, although not much force was required. It glided in easily and I buried it in one slow thrust. I watched the pleasure on Sis's face as I penetrated her for the third time in half an hour. I pumped her quickly, though not as fast as the first time and not as fast as Sis had when she was on top. I didn't want a repeat of my first blunder. Shortly, "Ummm, that's it... just a... little faster... please." I complied. In a couple of minutes, I felt the stiffening of Sis's body which told me I was doing it right. Soon, I felt the contractions of my erection that made it clear that Sis had done her job well also. It hadn't been as frantic as the first time but was still great. "You are soooo good. You really are a quick learner." Then she just lay under me and seemed to be savoring the moment. I started to move, but Sis stopped me, "Let it stay as long as you can. Please?" I did the best I could, but in a couple of minutes, I was shrinking. I shrugged, "I'm losing it Sis." "That's ok. We can go now." I slid down off the bed and immediately grabbed the wet panties to wipe Sis again. "It won't be necessary. I think we pretty much drained that big boy the first two times and you already wiped that up." As soon as her feet hit the floor, she wrapped arms around my neck. "Carry me?" I scooped her up, "Where to?" "To my bathroom. I think we need a good hot shower." I sat her down gently in her bathroom, opened the door to her shower, and turned on the water for her. I let it run until I thought it was warm enough, "All yours," and turned to go to my shower. She grabbed my wrist, "Wouldn't you like to watch me shower? Maybe shower with me? You really seemed to want it Friday." She pulled me into the shower without waiting for a response. "You've already seen all there is to see and touched most of it too. You may as well learn how to bathe a girl properly," with this she handed me a shampoo bottle, "do my hair first." Once I finished lathering her hair and rinsing it thoroughly, she handed me a bar of soap and a washcloth, "now do my body." I swallowed, "all of it?" "Ok, don't wash anything you wouldn't wash when you do yourself." I could see anticipation on her face. This little vixen was looking forward to this! "Ok, prepare for the most thorough scrubbing you've ever had!" I lathered the cloth, "close your eyes," and rubbed the soapy cloth over her forehead. "Keep 'em closed," as I applied the soapy cloth to her eyelids. I moved to her nose, which I pinched a little, proceeded to her cheeks, and then finished the first step by scrubbing her ears and washing her neck. "Ok, keep them closed while I rinse you," making sure to get all of the soap from around her eyes first. Sis has a beautiful face. She looked even better with the wet hair. Of course, this could have been because she was entirely naked with me in the shower. Lathering the cloth, I proceeded to soap and scrub her shoulders, arms, back, and finally around to the best part so far, her breasts. These I decided to do without the cloth and simply soaped up my hands. With soap bubbles all over them, they were almost as slick as her pussy had been. I gave them a soapy massage paying extra attention to the nipples which were once again standing out proudly. I spent quite a bit of time on her breasts. All the while, Sis watched amused, occasionally shaking her head. "You know, I've got a couple of other 'interesting' parts. If you're as thorough with them as my boobs, we could be here all evening." She was laughing and making fun of me, but it had no sting in it. She was laughing with me, not at me. I soaped the cloth, got down on my knees in front of her, and started soaping her left thigh and proceeded down her leg. She had her hands on my shoulders. On the trip back up, "spread 'em a little." She obeyed and my hand travelled up the inner thigh. It stopped when it bumped her pubic area. Sis jolted a little and her hands squeezed my shoulders. I heard her inhale a sharp breath. After working her left leg thoroughly, I moved to her right. I got a groan from Sis as I approached her crotch this time. I stopped and thought about which to do next; ass or pussy; pussy or ass! During my hesitation, "Well, are you done?" "Oh no, just deciding what comes next. I think I'm going to go with that nice little ass of yours and save the front for last." With a quivering voice, "Ok, let me get in position," and turned so that her ass was practically in my face. I handed her the cloth, "Here, I don't think I'm going to need this anymore," and began soaping my hands, "back out of the stream a bit, please." Sis flexed at the hips causing my nose to practically go between her butt cheeks. She giggled, "Give me a little room." I slid my soapy palms up her thighs to her cheeks. As I went over these I squeezed them and proceeded on, trailing both thumbs between her cheeks. Sis squealed, "Not there. That's... that's... well, it's personal." Undeterred, but curious now, I stood up to face Sis while I finished her ass. "You told me to wash everything of yours that I wash of mine. Well, I wash that thoroughly every time," and proceeded to slide the soapy edge of my hand through the crack of her ass. I could see her cheeks flush red as my hand slid between her cheeks. "Oh, damn you!" At first I thought she was angry and I felt a pang of regret for pushing on, but then I realized her body had slid up close against me and she had arms around my waist holding me tightly. Her ass wiggled as if to help with the soaping. As I finished her ass, her eyes closed, "Mmmm that was nice. I wasn't mad at you. It's just that, well, I wasn't expecting to get turned on while you washed my backside." "Only one thing left!" and I knelt in front of her again facing her pubic hair, and lathered my hands. Her hands now were cupping my head and she was looking down at me with a tender look. I looked up at her in turn, and slowly slid a soapy hand up her left inner thigh. When I got to her pubic hair, I felt Sis's body tense. Something of mine was tensing also. I had gotten most of the way along while 'washing' the rest of her body, but this was too much. I had a throbbing hard-on again. I hung my head feeling the conflict between what my body wanted and knowing that I had already had Sis 3 times in less than an hour. Instantly Sis knew something was wrong, "What is it?" I leaned back revealing what was hanging, or more accurately, standing between my legs, "I'm sorry. I don't seem to be able to control it, but we can ignore it." Sis just gave me a sympathetic look, "You need to know the rules. What you can and can't do. That's all." Sensing that the party might be over for a while, "I know. I can't expect you to cater to me every time I get a hard-on. I know. I'll be ok." "So here it is. I don't want to cause you pain. I know perfectly well how much guys can need this. And, since I pretty much forced you into this Friday, I'm not going to cause you pain. I won't hold anything back from you. Of course, that assumes that we've covered it in our 'lesson plan'. I won't let you get ahead of the plan but other than that, I'll do my best to be ready whenever you need me." She looked down at my erection, "So... " "I really do want it, badly. I'm aching." That last was a little strong, but not much, to make sure Sis didn't cause me pain. "Ok, nice. You can have a first. I've never done it in the shower. Guess it's good that you hadn't finished that last 'part'." "So, how do we do it in here?" "Well, it's going to require you to play with my ass some more, but it should work pretty much like it did in bed. You're going to hold me up. My ass is probably the most secure thing to hold, and I'll wrap my legs around your waist. Then it's just a matter of lining things up and it will be a bit like when I was on top in bed." Wasting no time, she grabbed my neck and began pulling herself up with her legs around me. I reached under her and put a hand on each cheek and lifted her over my erection. She giggled as it came to rest underneath her. "Ok, now just give me a second... to get everything lined up." Sis squirmed and wiggled a bit and suddenly I felt the head as it began to find the doorway to her pussy. Sis forced her hips forward and a couple of inches slipped inside her. It slipped in easily. "You're still slick. Is that left over from before?" "Yes and no. Girls do stay revved up longer than guys once you get them going. But, most of this is from the body wash you gave me. I had no idea how good that would feel." "Ummmmm," and Sis continued moving her hips and 'doing all the work'. "Am I... getting heavy?" "No." Sis was not large and her weight was easy to bear, particularly given the circumstances. "I could hold you all day." "It's... not going... to take... that long." Sis began to squeeze me fiercely with her arms and legs as she thrust her hips as close as she could in our position. This forced her pussy as far onto my shaft as she could manage. She emitted a small moan each time she forced herself onto me. One final time, she forced herself to me and held it. My erection contracted several times as she held on that last time. As much as I had already unloaded in Sis, I couldn't imagine there was much in those last contractions. In spite of this, it satisfied a need of mine and I felt Sis had been satisfied too. I certainly hoped she was. After a couple of minutes, I had shrunken and withdrawn from Sis, "Ok, you can let me down now." Standing, she snuggled up against me in the shower with her arms around me. Looking up at me timidly, "Is it ok if I finish washing myself? If I let you do it, you know what will happen and we'll be here all day. I'm getting hungry." I couldn't refuse her and she was probably right. "What do you want to do for lunch?" As Sis rinsed off and washed her pussy, "I don't want to get into cooking. We could go out?" I began a quick wash and Sis and I alternated turns under the shower between soaping and rinsing. Sis had definitely been right. I admired her body as she completed washing herself, I found myself with one of those 'almost' hard-ons, one that would have been completed if I'd touched her. I knew Sis liked a good burger, "How about Majerle's? We could be there in 20 minutes." Sis had noticed that I had admired her the entire time as we finished washing and had a smug smile. That smile was enough to complete my erection. Her smile got even bigger, "Can you wait?" "Yes, I can wait. I don't think anyone has ever died from a hard-on." If it was possible to die from one, her next move would have finished me. She grabbed it and I groaned, "You're pushing your luck." In a second she was out of the shower laughing at my discomfort, "Meet you down stairs dressed. First one there wins!" The race was on as I ran to my room, grabbed a towel from my linen closet, did half a dry job and struggled to get underwear and pants to slide on over wet legs. I pulled on a shirt and tucked it as I ran down stairs. Too late, there stood Sis fully dressed by the door, if you want to call the shorty t-shirt top she had on and the spandex pants fully dressed. The gray top was made from a light weight old Nike t-shirt that she had cut off just below her breasts. It snugged her breasts and you could see the fabric stretched where her nipples stood, apparently still aroused. Below, and I mean barely below the breasts, it hung loose. The pants were black and rested very low on her hips. They clung to every curve of Sis's body leaving no doubt that she was in great shape. No panty line, not even the slightest, was visible and none of the elastic that you often see above hip huggers like Sis's. Ok, I know it's wrong, completely wrong, but my eyes were eating Sis up, top to bottom. Her breasts were barely hidden and there was a lot of perfect lightly tanned skin between the t-shirt top and her yoga pants. And the pants looked like they were just paint. There were curves and bumps that left little to the imagination. I swallowed and whispered, "Oh, shit," as my erection did what it had been doing for several days now. I walked out the door untucking my shirt and hoping it was long enough to hide the tent I was making. Sis laughed out loud, stepped back to me, and leaned her head against my chest affectionately for a second and headed for the truck. If neighbors had been watching, it would have looked like a simple act of sibling affection, I hoped. I followed her to the passenger side where she was waiting on me to give her lift which I happily did. On the drive to Majerle's, we discussed today's 'lesson'. Sis would make a great coach or leader. Things that weren't perfect, became mere 'things that we'd work on' and were minimized. I felt good after the critique, great in fact. One question remained, "You said it was the best sex you'd ever had. I still don't see how that can be true." "That shocked me too. I didn't expect it to be that good." I guess I knew that, "So, you didn't expect me to be any good?" "No, no, NO! That's not it. Oh, there are things we'll work on the rest of the week, but you did fine. Girls are going to love you. What I didn't expect was that it would feel SO DAMNED GOOD!" emphasizing the last. "For Christ's sake, you're my brother. I'm not supposed to be that into my brother. But I have honestly never had an orgasm, actually orgasms, like you gave me the today. Maybe I am just perv'ing over my baby brother." "Well, I'm perv'ing over my sister, so I guess we're even." As we pulled into the parking lot, I was wearing a smug smile. Sis had a way of making me feel good. I helped her out of the truck, "You're going to get stared at. You ok with that?" "Not worried. I've got you. Just take my arm. You'll be my 'boyfriend'. That will keep the guys away." Teasing, "You need to pretend you like this. Can you do that?" "If my t-shirt comes up, they're going to KNOW I like it. What if we see someone we know?" With confidence, "I'll tell them what I just told you. That you're keeping guys away by pretending to be my boyfriend. They may think it's a little weird, but it'll work." Sis settled in right against me as we waited to be seated. When the waiter came to seat us, he leaned in, "Your girls smokin' hot!" "She is, isn't she?" We got a booth and Sis sat on the bench right against me. After our order had been taken, "Sis, he said you were smokin' hot." She leaned and looked at me like a real girlfriend would, "Well, I guess you better treat me right. Otherwise, I might have to find myself another guy, and it sounds like it'll be easy." As she finished the warning, she placed a hand on my thigh, close enough to accidentally bump my crotch which she did periodically. I knew she had been teasing, but I didn't like the thought of Sis 'finding another guy'. Our burgers arrived and Sis proved that she had indeed been hungry. By the time I was half through my burger, she had finished hers, including the fries, and was mooching fries off my plate. I would have eaten faster, except for Sis's hand on my thigh. A time or two she looked around the room casually and sneaked a quick squeeze of my dick. In my state, it wasn't hard to find. She was having a lot of fun at my expense while I kept thinking everyone in the room saw what she was doing. Sis saw me looking around nervously, "Don't worry. I'm careful and besides, the worst that can happen is some guy sees what I'm doing and wishes he were you. If a girls sees me, she'll be wishing she was me and it was her hand." "Ok, but still, someone we know could see you." "Alright, I'll stop, but I was having fun." She removed her hand and the next thing I know, she has her leg up over my thigh and is pulling my hand down her thigh. She didn't stop until my hand was against her crotch. "You know you're going to have to learn how to handle this. You can't have a melt down every time a pretty girl makes a move on you, and I've only got what's left of this week to get you ready." She was still teaching. I groaned, "Ok." It wasn't that I was opposed to what she was doing, but I'd spent the past three years carefully avoiding PDAs of any type and couldn't help but feel that every eye in Majerle's was on us. She couldn't keep a straight face and soon a stifled laugh escaped from her lips, followed by a second and third. At that point she gave up trying to suppress it and laughed out right. At the same time, she leaned over against me. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 05 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. I was considerably more consenting now than Friday night. My part of the bargain was fulfilled, and despite it being the most embarrassing moment of my life, second most actually, it had been worth it. I figured I still had hurdles with the guys in the locker room, but whatever happened, it was already worth it. If you missed the chapters leading up to this point, you should read them. ***** On the drive to practice, I had time to think about events of the past 24 hours. Maybe I should have worried about the two assholes, but I never gave them a thought. Instead, my thoughts were on more interesting things; Sis and sex. Sis was great, and I found myself thinking about other girls. The only thing that worried me was Sis's technique this morning. Some people may like it rough, but I'd rather not have all the fingernail action. It hurt. Thanks to Sis, I was the last guy to arrive at practice. I'd have to thank her for that when I got home. By the time I walked into the locker room, most everyone was dressed. I kept my eyes focused forward and headed straight for my locker. No one spoke, but I heard a lot of whispers. When I got to my spot, I noticed that the two guys who were normally next to me had moved, replaced with two younger players. The two assholes probably forced them to trade places. For me, it had to be an improvement. I didn't say anything, but opened my locker, getting ready to take off my street clothes and change into my practice uniform. We were still in early season practices designed to get us used to the heat, so it was helmets only; no pads or contact for now. It wouldn't take but a minute to put on jersey, practice shorts, and cleats. As I pulled my t-shirt off, I felt it binding and pulling at my back and silently cursed Sis. I could feel it drag over my entire back. I grimaced and grunted from the pain as I worked the t-shirt carefully up my back. To myself, 'What the fuck did you do to me, Sis?' I was hoping this morning was just another lesson and Sis would move on to something else, anything else. I had had all the rough sex I wanted. With the t-shirt up around my head, I heard someone behind me, "Holy shit! Guys, you gotta see Tyler's back." "I guess he wasn't lying about the girl and her panties." I wasn't sure anyone had heard that yesterday. Guys crowded around now to get a look at my back, which up to this point, I hadn't seen either. I went to the restroom to find a mirror where I could examine it. The guys followed. Even I was shocked at what I saw. My back was covered with long sets of parallel scratches running from the center of my back downward and outward toward my sides. These were the paths' Sis's fingernails had traced so many times this morning. I recalled that she hadn't restricted herself to my back and pulled my shorts down just far enough to reveal that Sis hadn't spared my ass. "Man, she worked you over good. He's got hickeys too," as they discovered my neck, but it wasn't as impressive as my back. With a smile taking form, "Yeah, she really did." It was then that I realized this had been Sis's way of correcting the situation that she had created. She couldn't have done anything better. Any ill will I harbored for Sis's rough sex vanished. Those scratches gave me a measure of respect on the team. I had always been an outsider. This morning I became an insider; accepted at least. I wasn't certain I wanted to be all the way in with some of these guys. The moment didn't last as the Coach Barker appeared in the door to the rest room. "What the hell are you guys doing here in the restroom? Times wasting." One boy near me spoke up, "Coach, I think Tyler's... hurt." "Hell. I warned you guys about fighting," as the guys parted to allow him to get to me. I turned to face him and started to explain. The boy who had first spoken up volunteered, "He wasn't fighting, Coach. Look at his back!" As I turned, "What's the matter? You got..." He never finished the sentence. "Cuhhh-rist Tyler. What got hold of you? Damn. Did you run into a mountain lion or something? Never seen anything like that." From a boy in the background, "I'm pretty sure it was PUSSY cat." Everyone in the room snickered, except me and Coach. "I'm good to go, Coach. They're just scratches. I'll be ok." Looking at my back, "We're not doing contact drills now anyway. If you practice, you'll be a distraction. Another day of running might be in order. You'll just get a head start on your conditioning. Let's get you over to first aid and see if they have something for that back. Damn! She worked you over good." Coach imparted some final advice, "Ms. Talmage is pretty protective of her girls, so, probably the less said the better; just 'yes sir' and 'no sir'. Understand?" The guys snickered at his use of sir. Coach frowned and there was silence. I was apprehensive as I walked across the field. Ms. T had something against the football team, and I was part of it. As I approached, the girls were looking me over. I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing a shirt. It appeared girls were as bad as boys when it came to leering. It's intimidating to have twenty plus eyes roaming over you like a piece of meat. Did the girls feel this way when the football team did it to them? Apparently Ms. T knew about yesterday. She walked close enough that I was the only one who could hear. Dripping with sarcasm, "What do you need? A bra to go with your panties?" "No . I need first aid." I'd had three years of practice letting things roll off my back. It had been easier that way. Still, not so hot that all the girls also seemed to know about yesterday. I couldn't help but wonder what they must all think about me. Ms. T questioned me, "You look ok to me. You're not trying to get out of practice again are you?" "It's my back... I have some... scratches." "Let me see. Turn around." I turned which gave her a view of my back. The girls also got a good look. There was a collective gasp from Ms. T and the girls while they took in my back. Understanding set in and chatter between them began. "Is that what I think it is?" "I thought he was gay." "Who do you think did it?" "Was it one of us?" "He's got a hickey." "Never saw him without his shirt before." "He's cute." And on and on. It was embarrassing, and new territory for me. For the past three years, the only look I had gotten from girls at school had been disdain, or nothing at all, like I wasn't there. Invisibility had suited me. One clear voice overrode them, "Oh, be quiet. He's ok. Leave him alone and don't embarrass him." The source shocked me; Carol! Coming from her, it seemed an odd concern. Ms. T reinforced Carol, "That's enough girls. We all need to act like the young ladies we're supposed to be." The responsible adult in Ms. T re-asserted itself, "Are you in pain?" "No. So long as my shirt isn't rubbing it, I'm ok." "Let me get someone to take care of you. Carol, you seem to be the only one not ooing and ahing. Can you take care of him?" With less than her usual total certainty, "Sure... if Tyler's ok with it." Ms. T gave her a questioning look, "Why wouldn't he be? Is there something I should know?" For a second, there was a flash of panic on Carol's face, as she recalled our secret which wasn't a secret. Everyone was looking at me, so no one else saw it. But I had. She caught herself, and sweet, in control Carol was back. Was she just concerned that Ms. T might find out what she had done to me, or did she have regrets? Or maybe both. I'd certainly regretted her actions for three years. "Carol's fine with me." Carol commanded, "Follow me," and walked toward the main building where first aid was housed. Once we were in the building and out of site, "You could have embarrassed me. Why didn't you?" "It was a long time ago Carol. No point stirring it up now. If this was last week, I might have," as I looked squarely into her eyes. Either she was a great actress, or what I saw was genuine regret. I continued, "I believe that where ever you are, whatever your situation is, it's the result of your own decisions. I didn't have to let you do what you did, and I didn't have to react the way I did. That doesn't mean you were right to have done it, but my reaction gave you power over me. Last week, I would have wanted revenge. This week, things have changed, and I'm happy with how things have worked out. Without you, I wouldn't have the past few days." Carol looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds and went to a cabinet and got a few supplies. She poured a small amount of something into a bowl, dipped a cotton swab into it, and began wiping along a scratch, "This may burn just a little." It felt like fire and I grunted and flinched away from her. "I'm sorry, it's not supposed to burn that much, but you need to stand still." She continued, and I did my best to stay still. With my back to her, I couldn't see her face. Maybe she needed it that way to say what she said, "I'm sorry for what I did. I was a mean stupid freshmen, and I guess it made me feel big to embarrass you. I'm sorry." "That's not enough. You know you messed up three years of my life," remembering how it had ruled my life for the last three years. Her voice quivered, "I... I... Just let me finish your back." I guess she didn't know what to say to that. Curiosity got the better of her, and conversation turned casual again, "Who did this to you?" "I've never seen anyone do anything like that. So, who was it?" "None of your business." She pushed the swab harder than necessary into a scratch. She giggled, "Better tell me." "Look, if you do that again, I'm leaving. We're not going to discuss it." Maybe she didn't really want to hurt me, or maybe she decided it would not work. So, her next attempt was different. This time trying to tempt me into spilling. She borrowed a page from my book and slid a hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass, which was also scratched. She didn't know that. I tried to squirm away, but it was difficult with a hand in the back of my pants. "Shit, Carol. Take it easy. That hurts." Surprised, "I... didn't mean to. She got you there too?" Suddenly sounding like a real nurse, "Let me see," and slid my pants down while trying to avoid inflicting any more pain. When she got a good view, "Ooookay... I'll need to take care of that too!" She seemed a little too eager but she was right. If my back needed it, so did my backside. Carol instructed me to bend over the small bed in the first aid area. This wasn't the position I wanted to be in with Carol standing behind me. The next thing I knew, my shorts were around my ankles. I was exposed, and Carol was bent over behind me like she was inspecting a dented fender. As she applied the wet swab to my ass, she talked again. Maybe it was bedside manners, "You have a nice ass. Did anyone ever tell you that? Nice chest and back also." Last week, I would have turned bright red and fled. This week, I turned red and accepted the compliment, "Thanks." She had another effect on me. I was hard as a rock. Sis's training still had a way to go before I was used to this. Seems having a girl admire your ass can be a turn on, even if you don't like them, and don't want to be turned on. In a few seconds, I was making a tent, or would have if Carol hadn't pulled everything down. Now, it was just a tent pole. From Carol's vantage point, I guess she could see more than my ass. Looking back, I could see she had adjusted her position to get a look at more than my ass. She took a deep breath, "Almost done." Then, "You can... cover that up." She'd had the same effect on me my freshmen year in the lunch room, but this time, she was letting me off the hook. I pulled my pants up and frowned at her. Then, she went to a question that was worrying her, "So, did you tell everyone in the locker room you... kissed me yesterday?" "No. I don't talk about that sort of thing." Technically, that was a lie. I had told Sis, and I knew I would continue to tell Sis everything there was to tell. But Sis was the one person I could trust with anything, so it was kind of like not telling anyone, safe anyway. Carol was incredulous, "Really?" "Check with anyone you want. I haven't said a word." Carol snorted, "Hmmm. That would make you the first boy I ever met who didn't brag about his exploits even if he had to make them up." "I'm serious. If I had, don't you think you would have already heard? Wouldn't your boyfriend be pissed?" I could see this resonated with her. A juicy tidbit like this would go around the locker room, and beyond in minutes, and she knew it. When she finished putting everything up, "We need to get back over, or Ms. Talmage will check on us." When we got back, sounding suspicious, Ms. Talmage asked, "What took you so long, Carol?" I was still half stiff, with a bulge in my shorts. Carol asked me to show Ms. T my back and positioned herself between me and the girls, hiding my problem from both the girls and Ms. T. "There were more scratches than we thought, and he's a big baby about the disinfectant. I'll check him again after practice." The girls snickered, but Ms. T seemed satisfied. Carol and I were facing each other now. I looked down at my problem and then back to Carol, "Thank you." She winked. By now I had disrupted 15 minutes of her practice, "You better get back over to your practice, and I'll try salvage what's left of mine." Carol walked a few steps with me and made a comment that caught me by surprise, "You know she was MARKING you as hers." "Marking me?" I didn't believe it but something about it struck me even as I denied it to Carol, "No, you don't know this girl. She wouldn't. She's not worried about that." "I would if you were mine," and then, "Be sure to let me see you after practice so I can see how you're doing." ***** Today's practice was pretty much like yesterday, a lot of running, and a lot of time to think. Sis was still the main topic, but there was a lot more to think about today. Sex was incredible. It was a kind of sharing you can't experience any other way. I wondered if it would be like this with other girls. If so I knew what I'd be doing the rest of the school year, and the rest of my life. I was also curious about what Sis had in store for me today and I was pretty sure I knew what she was planning. She had said she would enjoy it and had said it was for her. If I was right, I wasn't sure what I would think of it. It wasn't the type of thing that I had ever thought about doing. I was still wondering how I could ever talk to a girl other than Sis, and she didn't count. I guess being around someone for 18 years will make you comfortable, and so far, I'd loved everything Sis had planned for us. Oral sex was the only thing that seemed to fit Sis's comments and was one of the few things we hadn't done so far. I guess there were a lot of things we hadn't done, but most of those were weird, kinky, or involved pain, although there had been some pain. It was hard to understand how anyone could do some of them. I couldn't see Sis doing any of those with me, or anyone else. So, oral it was, and I was sure this would be the kind where I did her. I'd seen it being done, at least on the internet, but it was one of those things that had never appealed to me. I guess I had never considered doing it. I couldn't imagine putting my mouth on some girl's pussy. It seemed awfully personal. I was glad that my first time would be with Sis. It might be my only time. ***** Today, I didn't need anyone to bring me back to reality. I was eager for practice to be over and to get home to Sis. It was a mixture of apprehension and excitement. And there was Carol. Today, her demeanor was different, and I didn't have to worry about a repeat of yesterday as the locker room was occupied. Instead, she pulled me to the side before I could enter the locker room, "How does your back feel? Let me take a look." She lifted my shirt to inspect me, "Hmmm, it looks ok. It wasn't as bad as it looked this morning. I think you'll be able to practice tomorrow. You don't want to miss too many. You'll get behind." That almost sounded 'nice'. From most people, I would have accepted it as sincere. Since it was Carol, I was suspicious. "I need to talk to you. I don't have time today. My boyfriend's taking me home, but tomorrow would be good. I'll need a ride tomorrow. Would that be ok?" I was surprised that she had actually asked. She was the type to make demands, not requests. She didn't wait for an answer. On the way home, I thought about it. Why did she need to talk to me? We were ok. She had apologized, not that an apology could erase the three years she had consigned me to. Despite my philosophical belief that you made your own choices, blah, blah, blah, I still harbored some anger. I hadn't chosen what had happened. It was still about what she had done to me. The rest of the drive was devoted to thinking about Sis. This was much less stressful than worrying about what Carol was planning. I might not know how today was going to go, but at least I knew Sis was there for me, no scheming, no game playing. She didn't want anything from me. **** I rang the doorbell to make sure Sis knew the door would be opening. I wasn't sure how or if she would be dressed and didn't want to risk opening the door and exposing her to the mail man or worse, a neighbor. "Hi Sis. I'm home." I did notice that all the blinds were closed and no lights were on downstairs. I hadn't thought about that yesterday. "I'm upstairs. Come on up." When I topped the stairs, Sis came out of her bedroom wearing a towel on her head, and fully dressed again. Today, it was a black pair of yoga pants and another short, loose fitting, top that exposed a lot of midriff. It was a good look for her. In seconds, Sis was standing in front of me looking up at me. She shut her eyes and her face inched closer to mine. I had learned this meant she wanted a kiss. She often kissed with her eyes closed. I, on the other, usually kept mine open, not wanting to miss watching Sis's face. Her emotions were always right there for me to see. It was fun watching her. After the kiss, which Sis cut short, "How'd it go? Are you alright?" I grinned, "It went great. You planned that didn't you?" "Maybe. Tell me all about it." I gave her a quick recap telling her about how the guys had reacted to my scratches, having to go to first aid, and having to run again today. "You'll never believe who administered first aid... Carol." Anger flashed on her face, "Did she treat you ok?" "She did. And get this. She apologized." "As if an apology is enough to make up what she did to you," Sis huffed. More anger. "I told her that. But Sis, I don't understand why I keep getting a hard-on over her. I don't even like her and we didn't do anything today. Of course it would have been better if you hadn't scratched my butt. She had to do first aid there too. That's when I got hard." I was disgusted at this last fact. Sis snickered, "That's funny. But don't blame yourself. If anything, it's Darwin's fault. Several million years ago, when we lived in caves, you had to 'fight for you right to party'. So, anger and fighting became a trigger for arousal when a female was involved. After fighting other would be suitors, they had to 'take' the female also, to prove they were worthy. Your entire relationship with Carol has been a sexual fight. Yesterday, you proved you owned her. You couldn't help it. It's in your genes." Disgusted with my genes, "I still don't like it. Every time it happens, I feel like she's winning." I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 05 "Oh, trust me. She's not winning. You are. It's supposed to be that way. It affects me too. Yesterday when I made you chase me, you caught me, and it made me your prize. Your genes said I was yours, and mine told me that too. By the way, it was nice. Maybe that's why boys and girls like to play these games." "So, why does she want to talk to me now?" "Oh, baby brother. You're so naive. It's obvious. She wants to fuck you." "You've got to be kidding. Why would I want to do that?" "I told you, it's in your genes. Of course, you're not a caveman. It's the 21st century, and civilized people can make conscious choices. But don't fool yourself, sex and genetics are powerful, not easy for you to ignore, not easy for Carol either. And, as a girl who has seen a number of guys, whether you know it or not, you are a very attractive guy as a potential mate, smart, strong, sweet, and sexy." I wasn't sure I bought this last part, but it was nice to hear Sis say it. Then Sis ended that conversation, "Let's quit talking about Carol. You need more practice getting a girl out of her clothes. If you can't get her naked, you can't have her." She was teasing, but I needed all of this practice I could get. It was actually exciting just thinking about getting Sis out of her clothes. I looked her over, starting at her face which had an amused smile on it, and then dropped down to her breasts, no bra today, and sometime between when I first saw her at the top of the steps and now, her nipples had gotten hard. Where to start was obvious. I placed hands on her ribs and began to slide them up under the top. No doubt about it, I was feeling Sis up. In the process, I got to watch her face as my hands caressed their way up her body. Sis stuck her arms up over her head, "Good, but that's the easy part," as I raised her top up over her head revealing a small set of firm breasts. Before the top cleared Sis's head, I paused and kissed each of her rock hard nipples. I could feel her body respond as I sucked on each nipple. "You are definitely learning how to please a girl. You'll be an oral expert by the time today's class is over. Do you think you can get my pants off now?" She was rushing me and I was a little reluctant regarding what was to come, so I used teeth on that last nipple as I pulled away. Not a real bite, but enough to let her know I didn't appreciate being rushed. A small grunt escaped Sis, "Ow. Those are tender!" But she never pulled away. I set about my next task; getting those yoga pants down. I stuck a thumb in the waist band on each of Sis's hips and started to slide them down. Instead of sliding off the nice little bulge of Sis's ass, they began to roll. I figured it was as good a way as any. Sis didn't agree, "Don't roll them," she admonished. "Do you know what a pain it will be for me to put them back on if you roll them all the way down?" She pulled my hands from the roll of her yoga pants and unrolled them back up over her ass. "Now, try it again and pretend they're your ski tights. You wouldn't roll them down that way. It'll work a little easier if you help them off my ass." It reminded of mom and dad teaching me how to hit a t-ball, the way she said it anyway. Certainly, what she was instructing me to do was not something I figured mom would ever help me with, at least not with a demonstration. I shivered at that thought. Sis was patient, and took her time showing me how to cope with yoga pants, as she demonstrated pulling them out a little to ease them over her ass, and then down to her thighs, and back up a couple of times. "Now, your turn." It took a couple more tries, but finally her yoga pants were around her ankles. The panties that were underneath were easy. Shortly, Sis was naked in front of me, her hands clasp in front of her crotch. "Ok, let's see how fast you can get naked." It may not have been a Guinness Record, but I was pretty damned quick. It seemed like less than 30 seconds. It would have taken longer if I had untied my shoes which I normally always do. This time I just pulled them off. I lost a few seconds pulling my shorts off over my erection. "Thanks for helping we with your pants, Sis. They're harder than they look." "No need to thank me. By the time today is over, you will have paid me back WITH INTEREST," and there was a wicked little smile on her face. What little I knew about oral sex was from the internet. It seemed that women liked it, but I'd never thought about actually doing it. Being realistic, I had hardly even thought about talking to a girl since freshmen year, let alone touching one or doing anything that had any social overtones. I'd actively worked at avoiding girls. Thanks to Sis, girls were no longer something to be avoided. I hadn't figured out how to approach them, but I was going to. Sis had said she'd teach me everything I needed to know. She was the expert, so oral must be important. It was hard to imagine that it could compare to kissing, and what we'd done yesterday, but Sis seemed certain. Given what she had already done for me, I wouldn't refuse anything she asked of me. "Ok, we're going to get you used to using your mouth for more than just kissing and biting my tits." That last part brought a pang of guilt, "Did I hurt it?" "No. just playing with you. But do be careful with your teeth. You're going to be working on some sensitive equipment!" Teacher Sis was back, "Ok, I'm going to get in position at the edge of the bed." Sis put that nice little ass of hers on the edge of the bed and opened her legs for me. It exposed her private treasures. I'd seen it before, but never this close. It seemed different than it had yesterday. "Is something different today? It looks... well... just different." "Not much. It's probably the trim, and I showered to make sure it was perfect, or at least as good as it can be. Time for you to get started." She stopped talking, so this was it. Based on her position, it was obvious what my position was. I positioned myself on my knees and knelt between her legs. "Is this how you want me?" "That's about right. I need to see what you're doing the first time so I can give you advice if needed." She had pulled a couple of pillows into position behind her back, and half reclined resting her elbows on the pillows. I leaned in. Sis encouraged, "Keep going." The view of her pussy was captivating. I was only inches from it. I could see the little ridge I had stroked so diligently yesterday. It was more prominent than I had expected as were the lips which were full and appeared puffy or swollen. But what surprised me was the wetness, a nearly clear glistening wetness that was oozing from near the bottom of her slit. The bush near the bottom of those beautiful lips was a wet gooey mess too. I knew she was aroused and it felt good that it was for me, but damn, she was messy. I continued to stare. "OK, you're stalling. I know what you're seeing. I'm a bit gooey. I feel like I've been that way since Friday night! Just try it this once. If you really don't like it, I'll never ask you to do it again." It was a promise she'd never have to keep. I inched closer until I could see every detail, the small wrinkled little flaps of skin. They were parted enough for me to see the entrance where I had been yesterday when I had fingered Sis to an orgasm, and when we had sex. I could also see that the inside of that opening that I had occupied yesterday was pink and moist, and glistening with the liquid that seemed to be everywhere now. Sis's tactics changed. With a voice barely more than a whisper, "Please, eat me. I've been thinking about nothing but this all morning and I really do need it. So, if you're ok, go ahead." With the pleading, Sis's hips slid forward and upward, sliding until the lips of her pussy just touched my lips. They went no further. She may have wanted me to do this for her badly, but this was as far as she was willing to go without my consent. The rest she was leaving up to me. "I really want you to be ok with everything about my body." She corrected, "A girl's body, and I don't want anything to turn you off." Sis paused to let her last words sink in, then continued, "You can do anything you want or nothing at all. If it helps, you could start with your tongue. You can make sure it tastes ok and decide if you like it or not, and then play with it like when we French kissed." Sex had been simple compared to this. All you had to do was stick it in the hole. The reality was nothing nearly as simple as that, but mechanically, that was it. It had felt like my entire body knew how that was to be done, even if I'd been clumsy at it. I had no instinct for this. I rolled my tongue, stuck it out like a finger, and just touched between those little pink wings. As I did, I got a faint smell, not bad, but unfamiliar, and a mild taste, once again unfamiliar, but not offensive. And Sis recoiled. I heard a muffled laugh, "Hhh... hhhh..." She tried to avoid laughing outright and further shaking what little confidence I had. "OK, OK, I don't know what I'm doing... a little help please." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that I've never... had it done to me that way. Keep in mind, there is almost no way to do this wrong. Even when I pulled away from you, the touch felt good. Just be sweet and persistent. Girls will love you. And don't stick your tongue out like you are tasting something awful. Lick it like one of those vanilla ice creams you gobble in the summer. You need to act like you enjoy it. And don't be afraid to experiment. Like your football team, you need more than one play. The girl's body will tell you how you're doing, and trust me, they'll like almost any attention down there. Now start again, and remember, you're eating an ice cream, and it's starting to melt, so hurry." Hurry I did. This time, I flattened my tongue out and pretended Sis's pussy was an ice cream. She didn't snicker this time. I gave her several slow long licks from bottom to top sampling the wetness as I went. Sis's entire body tensed as she sucked in one long drawn out breath, held it for a good while, then sighed as she exhaled. Sis's hipped pushed forward forcing her pussy against my mouth, not hesitating now. Sis's legs, which had been wide open, now closed around my head. The little runt was strong. A pair of warm firm thighs were effectively locking my head between Sis's legs. "Oh God. I'd almost forgotten how good this felt. Umm... umm... so good." Her voice sounded like she was in pain. With that announcement, Sis's hips began a slow rocking which effectively rubbed her pussy up and down my tongue. If I'd stopped, she would have still been licked by her own movement. All I had to do was leave my tongue in place, but that seemed lazy. Then, she was apologizing between moans that sounded almost like sobs, "Mmmm... mmm... I'm sorry... uhhhmmm... that... you're not... getting... anything..." I moved my hands up past Sis's ass, slid them up her rib cage, and settled a hand on each breast and began massaging them. I could feel her warm thighs on my cheeks, and every movement of her body as she trembled under my hands and arms. I tried to match the movements of Sis's hips with my mouth and tongue. I was getting something, something exciting. My face was wet. I had no idea whether it was saliva or Sis's juices, and I really didn't care. I found myself enjoying the feel of Sis's warm, wet little pussy and those delicate little lips, as she worked against my mouth. The sounds she was making, the squirming of her body, the urgency I could feel from that wonderful little patch between her legs assured me that Sis was enjoying even the unskilled attempt I was making. I was hard and throbbing. And there were the noises Sis was making, moans and groans interspersed with panting from exertion. And finally, there was her pleading, "Keep going, faster, faster,... , don't stop." It was the first time I had ever felt like I might have some measure of control over my sister. She had always seemed so in charge, but not now. Now she was pleading for more, and it was amazing. She had leaned back on her elbows now and was forcing her pussy to my mouth in a frenzy. She had closed her eyes. As best I could, I tried to keep up. Then it didn't matter. Sis's entire body tensed. Her hips stopped the furious pace and it was replaced by a number of slow deliberate plunges against my mouth, each completed with a wiggle of her pussy against my mouth. I responded by forcing my tongue between those two little pink delicate butterfly wings as far as I could, and sucked the clit and all of her that I could into my mouth and held it there, giving her a good suck with each of her thrusts. It seemed that she liked it. At last, I seemed to have satisfied her, and a low barely audible whimper emerged, "Yes... oh yes... oh God... thank you." When we finished, Sis sat up looking at me with a smug smile, "Well, was it as bad as you thought?" It almost sounded like an 'I told you so'. There had always been a degree of sibling rivalry between us so I decided to play it cool, "It was... ok." Sis tilted her head, "Really? Just ok? Well, then I suppose you don't want to continue today's lesson. Ok." I knew she'd seen through my cool act, but I wanted something from Sis, "Ok, I'll tell you truth, but first, you have to tell me something, and it's got to be the truth! How was it for you?" Sis looked away, and I could see her lips purse, as she considered her answer. When she looked back, she looked straight into my eyes, "Ok. Truth! I like oral. Actually, I love it. I love it so much that I don't let most guys do it to me, too much control." She paused for effect, "It's never felt as good as what you just did to me. Never. Maybe it's because you're my brother. I don't know," and she sighed, "but it felt great! Is that enough truth for you?" I nodded and Sis prompted, "Now, your turn." "Ok, the truth. I thought maybe you were faking it...to make me feel good. That's why I had to ask. So, how do I feel about it? It...you...were awesome. I want to eat pussy the rest of my life, every day!" Sis was grinning, "Well, we've got a few days before Mom and Dad get back. I'll try make sure you get enough to eat. After that, it'll be up to you. Would you be ready to try again?" as she suggestively opened her legs wide and thrust her crotch up at me. I was definitely ready. I leaned down to meet her fuzzy little pussy and gave it a kiss on those tender little lips. This elicited a low moan from Sis. Her fingers were in my hair, caressing my head again, as I gently sucked those little wet lips into my mouth. This time, there was no uncertainty, not about how I felt, and not about Sis. Soon, Sis's body tensed and I knew she had had an orgasm. I lifted my face from between her legs and slid a finger between her lips and probed for that little clinching, telltale muscle deep inside Sis's pussy, and there it was. Sis grunted and pushed herself down on my finger, "Ummm, if you keep doing that, you're going to own me." It was an appealing thought. Then, with a tender look, "You must need some relief. Come on." I had been hard since the moment I started undressing Sis, but this 'oral exercise' had me feeling like I'd turned to stone, an aching piece of stone that was jerking and bouncing around uncontrollably. I moved between her thighs. Sis gave me a sympathetic smile as she reached down, took hold of me, and guided in. This love making session was different than yesterday. Then, I had been crazy with lust, like it might be my one and only chance, and had taken her clumsily, as fast and forcefully as I could. Today, I felt tenderness toward her, and a degree of confidence I'd never had before. It wasn't like I had to do it quickly. I knew what I wanted, what we wanted, and there was no need to rush. I looked down at Sis and didn't see my sister. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful, desirable girl, and began a slow gentle process of making love to her, watching every nuance, every twitch. A couple of minutes later, I groaned as I delivered my first forceful blast into Sis. As I did, I pushed hard, burying myself as deeply as possible. Sis moaned, "Oh, I feel it squirting!" There was a satisfied smile on her face and it must have been enough to trigger Sis's climax as well. That tight little muscle buried deep in Sis's pussy gave me a squeeze. I continued to thrust myself into Sis and blasted several more times, followed by several lesser squirts. Each time Sis thrust to meet me and that little muscle just kept milking me. Finally, we both reached the end. I leaned down and gave Sis a small kiss on the mouth and rolled over onto my side looking at her. Sis looked... cheerful. The little brother in me couldn't help but tease her, "I had no idea how much of a turn on it would be watching you going nuts." Sis flushed a bright red, "Did not. Did I?" "You did. I kind of like the idea of 'owning you'." For the first time in a long time, I had Sis on the defensive, "That was... that was an exaggeration. You don't own me." Sis rubbed her stomach, "Sex really makes me hungry. Want to shower and go find something to eat, something else to eat?" Sis teased. "Come on," and got up from the bed and beckoned me to follow. I paused for a few seconds admiring an ass that had never caught my eye before this past weekend. It was tight and round, a little of our love making after effects wet on the cheeks. As far as I could see, there wasn't anything soft or squishy on Sis's body, except maybe her breasts and a small patch between her legs. "Nice ass, Sis." She looked over her shoulder and noted with satisfaction the admiring look I was giving her ass. In the bathroom, I turned on the water. While we stood waiting for the water to warm, I moved behind Sis and wrapped my arms around her. She settled back against me and sighed. As we started our shower, Sis warned me, "I'm hungry, so don't get carried away." I soaped my hands and began the scrubbing I had been dying to finish. I positioned myself in front of her and reached around her and washed her back, starting at the shoulders and working my way down. I didn't need to see what I was doing, touch was enough. I could feel her quiver as I rubbed soap over her back. She inched closer to me, to the point that her breasts were pressed against me. I was in my normal condition, hard and lusting, but it was my plan 'not to get carried away'. I had to move away enough to allow my erection to find a comfortable parking spot between the two of us. My hands then found Sis's ass, which obviously needed a thorough washing. I slid slick soapy fingers between her cheeks and was surprised to feel Sis's body stiffen and pull away. She didn't pull completely away, but I could tell I had done something wrong. "What's wrong Sis? I didn't mean to... whatever I did." "You were perfect. It's me. I have a thing about my ass and guys, even one I trust. Keep going. I'll be fine and it did feel good. I'll explain it to you on the way to lunch. In the meantime, go ahead and play with my ass. I need it." I did as instructed, and Sis did not pull away again, although she did remain tense. I finished with her ass more quickly than I would have otherwise, and proceeded down her legs. She loosened up considerably as I moved down her legs. "That's better, Sis. I'm going to hold you to that explanation!" I had never known anything to spook Sis as she had been when I soaped her backside. I moved behind her as I prepared to wash her breasts. 'Wash her breasts' is just another way of saying 'feeling her up', which I did shamelessly. With one hand washing her breasts, the other was free to wash all of the little crevices of that little bush. I knew what had gone on there and I knew it needed a thorough washing. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 05 As I began washing her clit, it was a very precise dedicated wash, which involved rubbing a lot of soap over it and down between the lips. After all we'd done, I didn't want to do a poor job. I knew what I'd be doing after lunch and it did need to be clean. Sis, who had been mostly calm to this point, began to squirm. She reached behind her and wrapped fingers around my erection. I grunted approval. This was followed by a squeeze and a few strokes. I never stopped washing her, although I admit I might have paused a few seconds. Sis turned around, "Ok, if you insist, but we need to make it quick." "If I insist? You want this as much as I do." "If that's how you want it. Would you rather be right, or would you rather have sex?" "You're kidding. Aren't you?" "I'm not kidding. I told you I wouldn't hold back. But, if I were a girlfriend, and not JUST your sister, you might want to think about letting me win! We're just like guys. We have egos, we like to win, and we can get stubborn too. So, if you insist..." and she looked at me expectantly as she waited for the right answer. "You're right, Sis. If we don't do something soon, I'm going to cum all over you." Her hand was still on me and this wasn't far from the truth, and she was right. I'd rather have sex than win a meaningless argument, another valuable lesson. "Grab a towel," and she headed dripping back to the bed. The towel she laid on the bed. She put her butt at the edge of the bed again and spread her legs. "Class is still in session, if you're ok with it?" I was on my knees with my head buried between her legs before she finished. "For what it's worth, you were right. I needed this just as badly as you did." I lifted my head a second, and smiled at her, "Thanks Sis," and returned to business. I think she was trying not to 'go nuts' but she couldn't hide how much she was enjoying herself. Sis was a very rewarding partner. Maybe she was close before we left the shower. I had stroked her clit quite a bit. It wasn't long before Sis groaned, and nearly pulled a couple of handfuls of hair. I slipped a finger inside her feeling for the embrace of that strong little love muscle. It was there. "Noooo. Not that. I need something else." "Me too Sis. I just wanted to 'feel' you orgasm again. It's pretty incredible," as I removed my finger and with Sis still at the edge of the bed, I gave her what she needed. I needed it too. It was over quick, but neither of us complained. I remained as deep in Sis as long as I could. We remained that way longer than the sex had lasted. Sis was giving me a pleased smile. I returned it. After my erection shrank to the point of being useless, I stood up and reached for her hand. She took it, I pulled her up from bed. She grabbed the towel, holding one corner of it over her crotch, and we went back to the shower. Sis gave me directions this time, "Ok, no touching. Can you do that? If not, I shower by myself." "I can." I was getting hungry too, but the no touching was a good idea. Just sharing the shower with Sis was enough to get me up again. We showered quickly this time, with no extracurricular activities. Sis looked down at my erection and smiled, but was careful not to touch or bump it. She teased, "Are you always ready?" "Around you, pretty much, Sis." With the little tilt of the head, and expression on her face, I could tell that this answer pleased her. Not sure what the rules were after the shower, "Is it ok if I dry you? I'll try not take advantage. I just... want to touch... with the towel of course." Sis nodded and I proceeded to wipe down her body from top to bottom. The last thing to dry was between her legs. From behind, I slid a towel wrapped hand up between her legs as far as it would go without her help. I nudged a couple of times with the hand, looking for permission. After a short hesitation, saying nothing, but giving me a stern stair over the shoulder, she moved her feet apart far enough to let me finish drying her. I heard a whispered curse, "Damnnnn," and Sis groaned, "Ok, Ok! It's dry for god's sake." Satisfied that I was in for a great afternoon, I draped Sis's towel over my erection like a towel rack. It never drooped even a fraction. Sis shook her head, "Show off! You think that thing is something, don't you?" As she slapped at the towel and my manhood, sending the towel to the floor. I didn't say anything, but I was thinking it, 'Yes, this thing is something and I know you like it.' Sis wanted to talk so we decided to return to the pizza place we had gone to Friday. It was far enough away that we weren't likely to see anyone we knew. It would also give me a chance to ask Sis what she had alluded to regarding her ass issues earlier this morning. Sis yelled over her shoulder as she ran for her bedroom to retrieve her clothes, "Beat you dressed!" "What? I'm not even dry. I dried you. Aren't you going to dry me?" But I knew the answer to that. The only way I had any chance was to dress wet, no time to waste drying. I lost. Underwear and t-shirts can be difficult to pull on over wet skin, and Sis had made sure we left her yoga pants in good shape. I would have rolled them all the way down if I'd known she was going to pull this. On the way out of the house, I slid a hand down Sis's ass, "We're going to talk about THIS," as I cupped one cheek. She slid away from me with a sour look on her face. Once in the truck, "Ok Sis. What's the deal with your ass? You said you'd explain." "I shouldn't have said anything. It's nothing really." "Nothing? Look, you've let me touch everything and the only time you held back was when I tried to wash your ass. I saw the look on your face and I would have known something was wrong in the dark. Your entire body tensed like I was attacking you. I scared you." Sis looked away from me, out the passenger window, as she spoke, "You didn't scare. You could never scare me. It just... reminded me of something... my freshman year." Suddenly, I was scared, "You... uh... you weren't... attacked, were you?" "Not exactly." "What do you mean, not exactly? You were or you weren't. What did they say at UA and when you reported the guy? We never heard anything about it. Why didn't you tell us?" "What does UA have to do with it? It was my freshman year in high school, Bobby Warner. He was the first guy I ever had sex with." I was shocked, "You were dating and having sex your freshman year? What were you, 14? Mom and Dad wouldn't let you date then." Sis shot back, "You don't think I told them I was dating. I'd still be grounded." Then she launched into her story, "Bobby was a freshman in college, he was cute, seemed sophisticated, had a car, and said he liked me. I should have dumped him the first time we had sex. He was rough, but I was young and dumb, and believed him when he said it had to hurt the first time. There's probably some truth in that, but he could have taken it a lot slower, easier. It was better the next few dates. Thanks to him, I wasn't a virgin," the last was said with sarcasm, "Then, we were behind Home Depot, and he said, 'We're doing something special tonight'. When I took my panties off, he rolled me over and almost had it in my butt before I knew what was happening. It hurt, a lot. The stupid jerk didn't know any more about sex than I did. If he had, he would have used lube, and he would have gotten what he wanted. Instead, it hurt like hell, and I fought him. At least he had enough self-control to stop and not rape me. That was the last time I saw him. I had to call one of my girlfriends to come get me. He made me get out of the car right there. Prick!" She spat prick out. "Since then, no one has touched my ass, except you. Even knowing a guy is looking at my ass gives me the shivers. It hasn't been open for discussion, lost me a couple of dates. Anyhow, that's why I have this thing about my ass, and it's why you're going to help me with it!" "God Sis. That's terrible. And you didn't report it?" Sis shook her head. "You probably still could. You were underage and he tried to rape you. Legally, he did rape you! We could still go after him. If nothing else, I could kick his ass. The guys on the team would help if I needed." "No, it's very old news, and I'm not going to worry about him. Most of it was consensual anyway. I know. I was underage, but I still wanted it, and I'd felt big dating a college guy. I'd like it just like he did, except that last part, and I stopped that." Even though I felt terrible for Sis going through this ordeal, she was tough, and a fighter. I admired her. I reached over and pulled Sis toward me, "Let me hug you." Normally Sis isn't the type for sympathy, a sign of weakness or something. This time, she took my hand and laid her head over on my chest. It was the first time in several days that I touched Sis, held her, and didn't get a hard-on. My only thoughts were of comforting Sis, and maybe killing Bobby. With her head on my chest, "So, are you going to help me with my problem?" Sis could bounce back quickly! I squinted down at her, "So what kind of help do you think I can give? I refuse to do something that is going to hurt you, or scare you. I can't do it." "I told you. You didn't scare me. It just reminded me. That's all. But I can't go through life quaking every time some guy wants to put a hand on my ass. It's just part of dating and relationships. I probably won't give them everything, but a few touches is probably reasonable. And one of these days, I'll meet someone special, and I won't want him to have to deal with this, and maybe I'll want to give it all to him." "Ok, so just what do you want from me?" "You've already started. Just keep watching my ass, and pretending it looks good...and more touching would be nice." Any time in the past three years, this would have been a weird request. This week, it seemed like the least I could do, but I downplayed it, "Ok, I guess I can do that if you really need it. May as well start now. Lean over," I commanded. Sis leaned over and I slipped a hand in her yoga pants, forcing it down to that firm cheek I'd admired earlier, "Who said I was pretending to like your ass. Sis, you have the nicest, tightest ass I've ever seen." "Oh, we both know you've never seen an ass." "Oh contraire," I said in a very poor French accent, "I admit I've never seen one naked other than yours, in real-life anyway, but I've seen a lot of them in yoga pants and those tight short shorts like the cheerleaders wear. Yours is better than any of those." "Well, I don't think a blind brother is the best person to ask, but I'll take the compliment anyway, and I'm not sure about your French either," as she slid her yoga pants lower to give me easy access to that fine ass. "By the way Sis, if you aren't comfortable with boys staring at your ass, those pants are a really bad choice. You may want a long shirt or some baggy sweat pants," and being the great brother that I am, I continued to help Sis with her problem. She seemed to be improving already. And naturally, I had a hard-on again. All was back to abnormal. She looked at me, "Would you mind if we turned around and went to someplace closer to home? Maybe get a to-go order and take it home? We've already talked and I'm feeling pretty horny." I took the next turn around and immediately dialed a Papa Johns near home for pickup. Thirty minutes later, we were eating a Meats on the sofa. I took the first sip of my coke and immediately gagged on something, several times. I could feel it in the back of my mouth. At first, I wasn't sure what it was, and was feeling it with my tongue; a hair. Then it dawned on me, it wasn't A hair, it was a PUBIC hair. "What the fuck! Sis, it's a hair! One of yours." After all the sympathy I had given Sis, I would have expected a little in return, particularly since it was her pubic hair. I didn't get it, not an ounce. I thought she was going to hurt herself laughing, and she spit coke on me. "Not funny Sis." She grabbed a napkin and dabbed at my face. Sis's lipped puckered and her jaws clinched as she tried to stifle the laugh. Coke was running down her chin and her eyes were twinkling. It was contagious and in a few seconds I was laughing too, but not before smearing pizza sauce on her nose. She looked at me, "At least you know where it came from," and snickered a bit more, "It was worth it, wasn't it?" I paused, looking at her, as if I was having to decide, then remembering how it had felt, nodded, "Yeah, it was worth it." When we finished, we put a couple of slices of leftovers in the fridge, and went upstairs to our 'classroom'. Before Sis would get back to my 'orals', she insisted that we wash everything thoroughly. She had me warm a wash cloth and instructed me in the proper sequence for these activities. "Always, always, always wash the front first. We don't want to take a chance on spreading contamination. And we do want it clean for you." "You mean you could get an infection or something?" "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Mom always told me to wash from front to back, and never the other way." I was learning a lot more from this class than I had anticipated. Then Sis asked in a tone that said she was trying to get something from me, "Do you have a razor... and a fresh blade? It's got to be a new blade." "I don't have much beard, so an electric works fine. Dad has one, I think." "Ok, go get it, and be sure to get a fresh blade, and some shave cream. You can bring your electric also." "Ok, but why do we need that stuff. I wasn't planning on shaving again today. I did it this morning." "Just bring it!" "Ok, but don't get bossy." Sis seemed serious, so a couple of minutes later I returned with everything requested. When I got back, I found Sis sitting on the edge of the tub naked, legs spread, and grinning. "What's up Sis? If I'm going shave, all I need is the sink. Do your legs need it? They look fine to me." I felt my chin and couldn't see any reason that a shave was in order. "No silly. We're going to make sure you don't get another of my pubic hairs." "Ok...oh." It took a few seconds for me to realize what Sis meant. "You're going to shave it?" Now she really had my attention. "No, I'm not. You're going to!" "Really? You're serious? What if I nick you or something? You said that was pretty sensitive. Won't you get razor burns or something?" "Don't worry about nicking me. It pretty smooth. You just have work around the hills a little. If you can shave your chin, you can shave my pussy." "Alright! How do we start?" This was beginning to look interesting, really interesting! "Hmmm. I see you're starting to get into this. I thought we'd start with the electric razor, and get it trimmed pretty close, then apply some cream, and do the close up stuff the old fashioned way, with a blade. Sound alright?" Her feet were in the tub, so I deduced that I'd need to be sitting in the tub, more or less between her legs, to do this job. This was getting better and better. As I got positioned, I leaned in close to where I'd be working. There was a small clear stream of honey already dribbling from between Sis's lips. This was going to be a lot more fun than the first time I shaved myself. "Sis, if that honey I see is any indication, you're looking forward to this." "Am not, smarty," and she grabbed the washcloth sitting on the edge of the tub, "Let me wipe it for you." "No way. I got it," and leaned down and licked the small amount of liquid away." Sis slumped back against the wall for support and groaned as I did, "Ohhhhhh goddd...," through clenched teeth, and her hands went to my head, "Ok... stop playing... or we'll never get this done." "Ok, I'll clean it again if it needs it," as I opened the trimmer, and clicked on the razor. I flipped it over so the cap over the rotary blades would help me keep the trimmer off Sis's tender parts. Sis purred as the razor vibrated against her skin, and I began sliding the trimmer from the bottom of her V up one side of her pussy, with some close work in the valley between her leg and her crotch. It took several trips up to trim everything on that side down to a nice close level, close enough that I could finish with the blade. As I finished the first side, the little stream of honey had returned. I was obliged to 'clean it' as I had the first time. Truth be told, it required several licks and a good suck on the lips to clean things this time. Sis was fit to be tied and could barely remain seated on the tub, but I didn't hear any complaints and no suggestion that 'we'd never get done'. Sis issued her only warning, "If you keep doing that, you're going to get hair in your mouth," as she leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "I'll risk it!" And began shaving the other side. The only problem with this job was it was going too fast! On the other hand, when this was done, we'd be back on Sis's original agenda. There was no way for me to lose. I repeated my previous steps, and finished up by cleaning that juicy little set of lips, each time a little more thoroughly. Sis was about to 'go nuts' again. Then it was time to trim the top. Sis fingers played in my hair and her breathing was heavy. When I finished the last section, there was nothing left but a thin covering of short hair. It was sexy. The little stream of honey that kept returning left no doubt that this was having an effect on Sis, just like it was me. I examined my handy work to make sure I had gotten everything as short as possible. The examination revealed one area that required a final pass of the electric razor; the area immediately surrounding Sis's moist pink treasure had a fringe of longer hair that had escaped my first pass, and required a circle around most of Sis's pussy. It required both hands. One to guide the razor and the other to manipulate Sis's lips enough to allow the trimmer to get to the longer hair without nipping something sensitive. One corner of the trimmer needed to be angled down the inside slope of Sis's lips. There wasn't a lot of room and I was slow and careful to avoid having the nippers grab something sensitive. I licked the ice cream from Sis's cone one last time, got the shaving cream, shook the can, and applied a small coating to Sis's little mound. I rubbed it several times. Sis responded by rubbing her mound against my hand letting out a small coo of pleasure. I hesitated when I was ready to shave the first little patch from Sis's pussy. The electric razor was safe and I could control it, no danger. These blades were, well, sharp as razors. I could envision the little bloody line in the cream if I made a mistake. I'd nicked myself more than once, before I got the electric. That was different, but I couldn't stand the thought of hurting Sis. Sis nudged me on, "Go ahead. It wouldn't be the first time I've been cut, but it's usually my leg. You won't hurt me!" As I hesitated, I could see a small rivulet of clear honey making its way through the white shave cream toward the bottom of Sis's sex. It was tempting to go for it, but I decided to get the shave done and move to the main course afterwards. Sis thrust her hips upwards to give me a better angle and I began small, gentle strokes, from the top. Most of it required both hands. One to control the razor while the other pulled, or otherwise helped flatten the next little section to be shaved. It was delicate work and I was fully focused on the task at hand. I could hear Sis's heavy breathing as she curled up to watch. I think all of the attention focused between Sis's legs was arousing her a lot. It certainly aroused me. I did my best to take as few strokes as possible, to eliminate razor burn, while being sure to clean every whisker. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 06 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. In the past few days, I felt like I'd matured several years. The problem was, there were only two girls I had any experience with; Sis and Carol. Sis I understood. At least I thought so. I was naïve. Carol I didn't understand. She didn't appear to be what I thought she was last week. Last week she'd been a known quantity, a bitch, but a known. This week she had confused me, but I wasn't intimidated now. If you missed the chapters leading up to this point, you should probably go read them. ***** The locker room was different today. When I entered, I heard chatter, positive chatter. "Hey Tyler!" "How you doing?" "How's the back?" "You going to practice with us today? Bout time." This felt strange. Normally I would have been ignored. "The back's good. Not as bad as it looked." As I removed my shirt, "That's going to leave a mark, buddy. You going to tell us about her?" Before we got into that discussion, Coach Barker came in, "Tyler, get dressed... quick, and go get checked out at First Aid. If they give you the go ahead, I want you in practice. Make it quick." "Ok, Coach." A few minutes later I was dressed and trotting over to Ms. T's. When I got there, "You again. What can we do for you? Anything for the football team," loaded with sarcasm. I hoped this would be the last time I interrupted their routine, "Sorry, Ma'am. I just need a quick check. It's nothing." Carol stepped forward, "I got him," and pulled me aside and raised my shirt. She had been right yesterday. It wasn't as bad as it looked. She whistled, "She did do a number on you. I'd really like to meet the girl that could get a guy to stand still for that. When you going to introduce us?" That wasn't happening, but I decided to tease her with a little non-information, "You already know her. You've met." "You're kidding! I've never seen anyone do something like that, and I know some girls that like it rough." I'd never been a flirt, didn't know how to do it, but this just popped out, "Do you like it rough?" It brought a blush from Carol. Maybe Sis was right, and I was winning. But this reminded me of one of yesterday's lessons, 'if someone wins and someone loses, you're doing it wrong'. Confusing. Before she could respond, Ms. T broke in, "Carol, if you're through working on your social calendar, just tell him he's ready to go, and we can get a little work done." "He's ok, Ms. Talmadge," then she leaned in for a whisper, "You didn't forget my ride, did you?" I didn't feel as confident as I tried to let on, "No, I didn't forget," and I gave her a smile that said I was looking forward to it. As I walked back over to practice, it occurred to me that this was the first time I'd ever felt in control of a situation involving a girl. Sis was still in charge, but I didn't object to that. I had something with her that I didn't have with Carol, trust. The scales had tipped in my favor. It was exhilarating. As I reported in to Coach, "Go line up with the receivers. Let's see if you can catch the ball this year." In the past, I'd been here for 'exercise and to round out my high school experience' as Mom and Dad had put it. Something was different now. When my turn came, I concentrated. On balls that were out of reach, I ran hard and extended, even threw my body after them. I didn't catch them all, but I did catch some that hit the ground last year. As I caught a few long ones, the quarterbacks started challenging me, trying to see how hard and far I'd go to make the catch. After thirty minutes and a lot of sweat, practice devolved into a contest between myself and our star receiver, Riggs. Riggs had been serious for 3 years. He was better than me, but we were caught up in the competition. The coaches were seeing something they look for in practice; the team having fun. They let us run for a while. The quarterbacks began throwing progressively crazy balls. Some of them we caught. Riggs and I really put out and soon we were both wet with sweat. When Coach stopped us for water, Riggs hit me on the shoulder, "Hey. Where'd that come from? You trying to get my job?" "Your jobs safe." As it turns out, it wasn't just the team watching. The cheerleaders had stopped to watch us show off too. As he was getting us started on the last leg of practice, Coach approached Riggs and I, "You guys are looking pretty good. Save some of it for real games and we may do some damage this year!" It was the first time I'd been told I might 'do some damage'. It sounded and felt good. When practice was over and I had gotten dressed, Carol was waiting for me by the gym, "You haven't forgotten about my ride have you? We need to TALK. See if we can work something out. Mom and Dad are both working today, so we can discuss it at home." I looked down at Carol, "I haven't forgotten." I confess, I thought about her while getting dressed. Sis was the expert, but it was still hard to believe that Carol set this up to have sex with me. Of course, if her conscience was bothering her, who knows? "What's this all about, Carol?" "Well, I was hoping I could set things right between us." "You've already apologized, and it's not nearly enough. Do you know what you caused me to miss out on?" Carol whined, "I don't know. It was three years... I don't know. I've worried about this for 3 years. I need to get it off my back." I took satisfaction seeing Carol squirm. This might be worth it all by itself, but I wanted more, "Well, let's see, 3 years, 52 weeks, that's 156 weeks." Carol was looking panicked, "Ok, so..." "You've been sexually active those 3 years, haven't you?" Almost a whisper, "Well, yes." "So, how many times a week would you say you had sex while I was hanging with the Astronomy Club?" A whisper slipped from Carol's lips, "Oh, crap." "That's not a number. If you're serious about making us even, give me a number! Or do you just want off the hook? I didn't look at a girl for THREE YEARS." Might as well make sure she knew exactly how much I had suffered. "Ok, 2 or 3 times, I guess. Sometimes more, sometimes not at all." "Ok, so that's 156 times 2. I'll make it easy on you. That means while I was jerking off, you had sex 312 times. Does that sound about right?" I put on a very serious look and never took my eyes off Carol's face as my analysis sunk in and Carol visibly drooped. Carol knew what I was saying, "Oh God! I can't do it THAT much. We'd have to do it every day this semester, and I have plans. The families going out of town over Christmas, and what am I supposed to do with my boyfriend?" I couldn't help but grin. Her math left a little to be desired. But she was thinking about it. Then she did it. I hadn't seen it coming. Her eyes flooded with tears. She looked pitiful. I really can't take crying girls. I opened my arms for her, "Come here," and she walked to within an inch of me, "Ok, I couldn't really make you do that. I was just trying to punish you," as I reached one arm around her and pulled her to my body, placing the other hand over the side of her face, clutching her head to my chest as she cried. Between sobs she whispered, "You... you... don't want to... fuck me?" "Jesus, Carol. I never said that." "Said what? That you wanted to... or didn't want to?" As soon as I had hugged Carol, Darwin got involved. I was hard as could be. I lowered a hand to Carol's ass and forced her up against it, "Does this answer your question?" Of course, I wanted to. Carol pressed her hips against my bulge for a second, and let out a small groan, "Mmmm. You probably shouldn't have your hand on my ass that way while we're in the parking lot. People may see us." I had completely forgotten that we were standing in the middle of the school parking lot and jumped back to a discrete distance. Surveying the parking lot, I saw one car at the other end of the lot with a solitary girl leaned up against the driver's door looking right at us. "Fuck. Busted!" "Oh, don't worry about her. That's Bonnie. She was going to be my ride if you backed out." Carol waved. Bonnie waved back and got into her car. As she grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the truck, "You are still going to give me a ride, aren't you?" "I said I would," as I walked Carol around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. She watched me, as I checked her out, as she stretched to climb into the truck. The cheerleader outfit hiked up to her panties as she climbed in, just like Sis's had. Carol crawled into the seat and slid around to face me. As she did, her legs were naturally parted. She could have taken my view away, but she didn't, "You know those aren't my real panties, don't you?" "Yeah, but you still look good," as my eyes lingered between her legs longer than they should have. A half smile crossed Carol's lips as I said this. It looked like compliments worked on girls other than Sis even if the situation was screwed up. "You'll have to tell me where you live," as I began to maneuver the truck out of the parking lot. Carol gave me directions to her house. It wasn't far. As I found my way to her house, Carol moved onto the center seat next to me and began talking. I immediately slipped a hand mid ways up her thigh. I guess Carol had to put up some resistance, "Should your hand be there?" "One thing I learned this week is that I wasted the past three years. I'm not going to let anyone play games with me. So, yeah, I think it's the perfect place for my hand," and I began a slow slide up toward her panties, "but it's up to you. All you have to do is say 'stop' and I'll stop, and if you do, I'll drop you at your house and that's it. It will be the last thing we ever do. Of course, if you don't say stop, I'm going to take you home, we'll be all alone, and I'm going to take you to your bedroom and have sex with you. Maybe do a few other things too. But it's up to you. You can tell me to stop any time." Carol took a deep breath. She was trembling, "You're serious... aren't you?" She never asked me to stop. "100%," as my fingers reached her mound in the panties that weren't panties, "I'm going to need some help with your panties." Carol didn't speak, but reached down under my hand and pulled the crotch over to expose herself to my fingers. Her breathing was tense and ragged as I slid a finger onto her clit and slid it slowly from the stiff little ridge at the top down between the lips which were tender and wet. Carol spoke only two words, "Oh god," and her hips slid forward as she raised her pussy up against my hand. She was so wet my finger glided between her lips. She groaned as I slipped a second one in and then sunk both all the way in. Her hips continued to rock away, and back to my hand, in time to meet my thrusts. Occasionally I stole a glance at her face. Her eyes were shut, she was biting her lower lip, and she had that pained look on her face that said she wasn't going to ask me to stop. I'd seen it on Sis's face several times. Sis was right. I was winning, but I didn't think Carol would say she was losing. Even in this strange dance Carol and I were doing, she didn't have to lose for me to win. If she'd said, 'stop', then we would both have lost. This was better, infinitely better. After a couple of minutes, Carol's moans reached a fever pitch, and she reached down and grabbed my wrist with both hand holding it in place on top of her pussy. Her body stiffened, and she arched her back until her butt was a foot off the seat and she stayed there for what seemed like forever. Carol let out a long guttural 'unngggghhhhh' and her body shook several times. Then she relaxed and her butt settled back on the seat, and I felt the little telltale sign from within her pussy as the little sex muscle began squeezing my fingers which I still had buried in her. "Nice. I can feel your orgasm." Carol's voice quivered, "Get me... home... please," and she slumped against me clinging to my arm. I removed my fingers from her abused little slit and put an arm around her shoulder. She was still breathing deeply as we pulled into her driveway. As I'd grown accustomed to with Sis, I hurried around to help Carol out of the truck. She was still trembling and weak, and I walked and half packed her to the front door. She managed to get a key from somewhere in the cheerleader skirt and we were in. Once in the house, I picked her up in my arms, "Which way to your bedroom?" She looked nervous, "Up the steps, to the left and all the way down the hall." As I carried her to her room, she asked, "Are we really going to do this?" "Like I said, unless you say stop, I'm not stopping." "I know you want me. I can feel it against my butt. You'd really stop if I asked you to?" "I'm certainly not going to rape you." "What would you do? I mean, I can tell you need it pretty bad. What would you do if I said stop?" "Truth? I'd go home and jerk off several times and I'd never have anything to do with you again." "I've never met anyone like you. You say things and you just throw them out there, like jerking off. I never met a guy that would fess up to that, but you said you did it for three years," and she paused looking at me like she was getting her courage up, "How much... that is... how much did you do it?" "Hmmm. I never counted," and I paused to do a quick estimate, "but let me put it this way. If you had to pay that back instead of the times YOU had sex in those three years, it'd take you all year, instead of just this semester," and I grinned using Carols faulty math. "And you don't mind telling me that? You could've just lied and said you never did it, or didn't do it much, or something." "I guess I'm not very good at lying, so, if I tell you anything, it'll be the truth." In the back of my mind, I knew I'd be keeping a secret from everyone for the rest of my life, so I added a little more truth, "There's not much I'd lie about." "But you might lie? What would you lie about?" Carol was getting to know me better than I would have thought possible. Even enough to make me uncomfortable. "Well, I'd lie to protect my family," I knew this was the truth, "or I'd lie to protect a friend. Of course, I'd try saying nothing first." By the time the conversation had gotten to this point, I had gotten Carol to her bedroom and had her seated on her bed. She looked up at me, "Would you lie to protect me?" "Hmmm, I guess so, if that was the only way." With this revelation, she smiled up at me, "Does this make us friends?" Damn, what a question, "Well, I... I'm not certain. But we're a lot closer than I thought would be possible last week." That answer seemed to be good enough for her, and she stood up and began sliding her cheerleader skirt down. I stopped her, "Let me. I like this part," and helped slide the skirt down off her butt. Turns out, the panties really weren't panties. They were attached to the skirt like the liner of my swim trunks. With the skirt around her ankles, I grabbed the tail of her t-shirt and pulled it up. She stuck her arms over her head like Sis did and all that was left was her bra. I fumbled around the back for the hooks, then, confused, I looked at the front. Nothing. Carol snickered, "You've never seen a sports bra have you? No hooks. They just slide up." "Thanks. How about a treat before we get started? I'd like oral." I really wanted to taste my second pussy, Carol's pussy. Carol's face, which had been excited, was now a sad and she exhaled unhappily, "Really? I thought, hoped, you were different than the others, but I guess you're one of them." "What's wrong Carol. I was... led to believe that girls... loved oral sex." I confess. I was stunned. Sis had loved it and she had been right about everything so far. She had been dead on about Carol. It was hard to believe she was wrong about this, but here was Carol, and she was not looking forward to my offer. That was depressing because I had been. In a low unhappy voice, "It's ok. I know I owe you and you are a football player. You really didn't seem like one of them," and she sank to her knees in front of me and began pulling down my shorts. My shorts were around my ankles and Carol was holding my dick before I realized what she was getting ready to do, "Wait. STOP! That's not what I meant. I want to do YOU." Carol looked up. Now she was the stunned one, "You... uh... want to do me?" "Well, yes. I figured it would ease you into it. I know you're feeling a lot of pressure, like you owe me. I just thought if I eat you first, it would make it better, easier for you," and I sank down to my knees in front of her. Carol looked up at me. Her face was pink with embarrassment and she whispered so low I could barely hear, "I've never had that." "Carol, you've been having sex for at least three years and it's obvious you know about oral sex. It seemed like you knew a lot about it. I don't see how you..." It was then I remembered Sis's disclaimer, 'I can't speak for all girls. Some may not like oral' and there was Sis's ass issue. Maybe Carol had had a bad experience. I felt like an idiot, "I am so sorry. I just assumed. She told me not everyone might like it. So, look, we don't have to do that. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." She looked up at me forlorn, "You really are different aren't you? Do I really need to explain this to you? You're on the football team. I thought all you guys knew the deal. I've always been ashamed of it." "Yes, you are going to have to explain it to me. I don't have a clue what you're talking about. I... just found out about girls this past weekend, and well, you know I was never one of the guys. So, I'm pretty clueless." "You really just discovered girls this weekend?" I shrugged, "That's about it. I know what they said in Health Class, but not much more, not firsthand anyway." "Well, you didn't learn this at Chandler. Whoever's teaching you is doing a great job. You're doing REALLY well." While I might not be able to name names, I could at least give Sis some anonymous praise, "Yeah, she is pretty great." Then she proceeded to tell me about what it took to date a football player at our high school, "If you want to wear a player's letter jacket and go with them, you've got to give them blow jobs... whenever they want." "You're kidding. But don't they... reciprocate? No turn about? I mean, that could be ok so long as you get it too." Two thirds of our cheerleaders were wearing letter jackets. The remaining letter jackets were scattered around the school. "No, it's just blow jobs and regular sex. I've never had a boy's head... down there." "I'm sorry, but that's crazy. Sex and relationships are supposed to be... two way streets. Both people are supposed to be equal. It sounds like all you're getting is taken advantage of. You don't deserve that. It's just a fuckin' jacket!" "I can't believe you're telling me this after what I did to you," and she lay over against me. "You don't deserve this any more than I deserved what I got. Just give the jacket back. It's not worth it," and I hugged her. It was a tender moment. This was another of those times where physical contact with a naked girl didn't have sexual overtones. I just wanted to comfort her. Carol took a deep breath and looked down at my limp dick, "If I haven't ruined your mood, I'd really like it if you were the first guy to do that with me." "Actually, I don't need THAT to give you oral. Besides, as soon as I start, he'll make a comeback. Promise," as I slid my hands down Carol's body until my hands came to rest on her ass. It was larger than Sis's, but still pretty nice. I squeezed her butt and made an attempt to put her at ease, "Just sit that nice ass of yours near the edge of the bed, spread your legs wide, and I'll do the rest. Let me know if you want me to try something different." I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 06 Carol didn't immediately release her grip around my waist, but eventually kissed my chest, released me, and stood up. She parked her ass on the bed and spread her legs as requested. She was beautiful down there. More hair at the moment than Sis had, but it wasn't a problem. Carol was looking at me with big wide eyes as my lips first touched hers, "Oh shiiittt." Sis had been right after all. Carol was going to love this, maybe as much as I did. Carols body arched as her hands went to my head and she began trying to fuck my mouth with her pussy, slowly at first. It was a good thing no one was in the house. Carol was louder than Sis had been. I sucked on her lips so hard that I'm sure I had to be hurting her. I broke for a second, "You ok? I can get carried away." "No. It's wonderful. Keep doing... whatever you want." I eased up a little, but a couple of times I found myself getting rough as Carol grunted and her hips moved as if to pull away, but she never pulled away. I associated those particular grunts and the movement of her hips as a hint that I needed to ease up on her. It must have worked pretty well. Five minutes later, Carol let out a shriek and locked her legs and body around my face and head. I knew she was having a big climax. "Oh god, whoever is showing you this is a sexual genius. That was incredible." "I'll tell her you said so. She'll love it." Carol finally sat up, with me still on my knees between her legs, and appeared to be puzzled, "I don't understand. I can tell you really like this girl, and she must like you, and you're one of the nicest guys I've ever met. How can you think so much of her and do what you just did with me? You're... well... you're cheating on her." I could see how she'd feel that way. Time for one of those protective lies. Or maybe just a little creativity, "When we met, she wasn't going to be around long, a couple weeks at most, so we agreed that it would be no strings. She's been great. We both understood that she'd move on and so would I. So, she's been more like a... very good friend. She'll be happy about this. It'll mean she doesn't have to worry about me." "If you say so, but it's hard to imagine she can be that understanding. I couldn't." "Carol, if you think about it, you just cheated on your boyfriend too. Isn't it the same thing?" Carol gave me a wry smile, "I just told you about my relationship. It's not exactly a 'death do us part' romance, but it seems like it could be for you... and this girl." If she only knew. I'd been as creative as I cared to be. I stood up and as I'd promised, I had recovered. Carol grinned, "You've been so nice to me, and I'd be honored to give you a blow job. It'd be the first one I've felt good about in a long time," and she wrapped her fingers around me once more. This time, she looked happy. I was tempted, but I remembered comments about 'firsts' and how it had felt knowing I hadn't been Sis's first. But she could still be my first, "I'm sorry Carol, but I can't. I hope you understand," and I thought I'd just go with the truth, "but I've never done that with her, and, well, I need her to be first. Is that ok?" "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I'm telling you, this sounds like death do us part stuff." She was silent a few seconds staring at me before she asked, "You have had regular sex with her already, haven't you? Because I'd really like to have sex with you if I wouldn't be messing up a 'first' for you." "Yes, I've had sex, maybe thirty times, so you don't have to worry about my first time. Slide up and make room for me." "THIRTY TIMES! And you just met her over the weekend? You met a nymphomaniac!" What she'd just said about Sis wasn't true, and I didn't like it being said, "No, she's not a nympho! She's nice." Carol could tell she had said the wrong thing, "Sorry. I didn't mean anything. That's just... so much," as she slid up toward the headboard and rested her head on a pillow. She opened her legs for me and I could see that her pussy was ready for me, puffy lips, though I guess that was from the sucking I'd given her, and she was very wet with a small clear stream leaking down toward her ass. I crawled toward the head of the bed, until I was positioned just right, between her legs, so I could look down at Carol's face as I slid the head up against her. Carol flinched and let out a small moan, "Ummm." It had to be strange for her to be mounted by someone she didn't really know, but she stayed put with a look of anticipation on her face. I slid half way in, pulled almost out, and then slid all the way in in one steady thrust. This was accompanied by a low moan, "uhhhhh," as her hips rose to meet me. We held that first full penetration for long seconds. Carol looked to be in pain, then sighed, and smiled at me. That was my cue, and I began a steady rhythmic pumping. I had envisioned this moment and what abuse I'd heap on Carol, but this wasn't it. That had been my imagination running away with me and before I'd had a chance to talk to Carol. Now, I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her to enjoy every inch of me and every second of this fucking, like I was. Her eyes were closed and her head squirmed slowly around on her pillow with each pump. I leaned down close and touched my lips to hers. Her eyes opened wide, and I kissed her, my tongue reached for her mouth, and after a slight hesitation, she opened her mouth, and our tongues touched and I probed her mouth as deeply as I could. Soon, our mouths were wide open and Carol was moaning into my mouth as she returned the kiss, as I continued to take her. Our teeth bumped and our tongues played, and both our faces grew wet as we exchanged fluids. Soon, I was ready to cum. The kissing stopped as I thrust hard into Carol's hot wet little hungry pussy. As I pumped the second gush of cum into Carol, she began to climax. Our crotches bumped hard each time I pumped more hot sticky semen into her. After half dozen of these thrusts, I was spent and lay down on Carol. I could feel that tiny buried little sex muscle squeezing me in pleasure. I lay there until Carol pushed at me and grunted, "You're too heavy... can't breathe." It had felt great pressed against her body, "Sorry, it just felt so nice laying against you after we finished. Just didn't want to move." Carol smiled, "Me too." I knew I'd given her a large mess, so I took her hand, "Here, squeeze this tight and hold it. Where do you keep your washcloths?" "They're in the bathroom right there," as she pointed across the hall, "in the linen closet." As I walked across the hall, Carol called after me, "What are you doing? Are you going to wash?" A quick inspection found the linen closet and a cloth which I took to the sink and turned on the hot water to warm it, "Almost done. Just stay put." An uncertain "Ok," came back. The water warmed, and I wetted the cloth thoroughly and brought it back steaming hot, "Here, let me wash you." "You're kidding! You really are strange... in a very sweet way," then she groaned as I lay the hot cloth on her pussy, "Whew, that's... hot." "Is it... too hot," as I pulled it away. Sis had told this was a tender spot. "No, it's fine. Go ahead. I just needed a second to... adjust to it." I looked at Carol's face as I placed the cloth back on her crotch. This time she just smiled, and I proceeded to wipe her pussy thoroughly, occasionally rubbing the cloth between the lips and dipping into her. She watched eagerly as I washed her. Carol began to rub against the cloth and my hand, and a naughty smile appeared, "Could you... do it again?" We both looked down and there it was, ready to go, a big throbbing erection. "Crap. You seem to have a way of doing that to me." Carol positioned herself, "I'm glad I have that effect on you," and we repeated our first time, although this time I just pumped away. Five minutes later, I was off the bathroom again with the cloth. After I finished washing Carol for the second time, "First times are important to you, aren't they?" "Yeah, I guess they are. Why?" "Well, I just got a couple of firsts. You're the first guy to eat me out. You were amazing, by the way. I'm glad it was you. And no one ever cleaned me up. I always had to use my panties, or go home wet. It's awful. I never felt good about it. You were really thoughtful. Come and give me a hug." I lay on the bed and opened my arms for her. She immediately settled in front of me, backed up against me, and I wrapped an arm around her, fondling her breasts in the process. She snuggled her ass back against my crotch for a couple of minutes, and began talking softly, "That was really nice and... nnhhh..." and her voice trailed off. She mumbled a few more words that I couldn't make out, and I recognized the sleepy breathing I had grown so fond of with Sis. Between practice and our session, I guess she was worn out. I lay holding her a while and decided it was time to go home. I gently removed my arm and slid off the side of the bed and pulled the sheet over her naked body after admiring her body. She was pretty. Doing my best not to disturb her, I picked up my clothes and moved to the hallway to get dressed. I was excited about how today had gone with Carol. I'd taken my first girl. Sis didn't count and besides, it felt more like Sis had taken me. I just had to get home and tell her how well things had gone. She'd be thrilled for me. When I got home, Sis was waiting on me dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, nothing sexy. To be honest, she looked pissed, "Are you ok? Why didn't you answer your phone or my texts? I've been worried about you." "I'm fine Sis. I guess I had the volume down on my phone and didn't hear it. Sorry." Sis moved up against me and looked up at me, "You couldn't even check in? So, how did it go? Did she... fuck you?" It didn't sound like she wanted to hear the answer. I put my arms around her and held her to me, "Yes, you were right about her. We did have sex. It was just like you said... and she liked it. We did it twice, but first, I ate her out! And she didn't fuck ME. It was more like I fucked her!" The high lights just rolled out. "You were so right about oral sex. It was great!" I thought I detected a frown that appeared and disappeared quickly from Sis's face, "Are you ok Sis? You don't seem happy with this. I thought this was what you wanted for me." "Oh, it is. Tell me all about it." "The sex was GREAT! She's a lot nicer than I thought and she looks pretty good too. But there was something that bothered me," and I explained the blow job thing. "That's awful. I thought Carol could take care of herself and her girls." "Me too. But it seems like older guys started on them when they were freshman, and it just kind of kept going... if you want to date a starter and wear their letter jacket, that's what you had to do, and it just never stopped. There must be a lot of pressure on girls to date football players." "Sis nodded. Some girls, particularly young ones think it's important." "When I said I wanted to have oral sex, she thought I meant she had to go down on me. After I explained, I found out she'd never had oral. I was her first. She was really excited... and happy... so happy she offered to give me a blow job afterwards." Sis was aghast, "Tell me you didn't do it. Please." "No. I couldn't." "Good, that's the baby brother I'm proud out." "Don't be too proud. I seriously considered it." "But you didn't. You did the right thing. She's been taken advantage of enough." "Maybe I did the right thing, but I didn't do it for the right reason. I mean... I didn't want to be like the rest of the guys, but the thing that stopped me was...," and I paused, feeling embarrassed by the real reason. "The important thing is you didn't do it." Sis's curiosity was too much for her, "So why didn't you do it?" I flushed and looked away, "Because... you and I... haven't done it, and I kind of thought that would be today's lesson. If we had already done it, I'm not sure what I would have done." "Really! You waited for me?" Sis perked up. "I did. I can't be YOUR first, but you can be mine... for everything... If you want? I was hoping..." Now, the thing that was bothering Sis came out. It took me by surprise. In hindsight, I realize I didn't know anything about girls, and though she was my sister, she was also a girl with pride and ego, the same as guys. "I thought after you fucked your cheerleader you wouldn't need me anymore. I've seen pictures of Carol. She's pretty, she has real tits," as she looked down at her own small mounds, "and she's the right height for you. I can see how I wouldn't be very interesting." She was still upset. Sis was insecure. If she hadn't been my sister, I would have thought she was jealous. "You're as pretty as she is. Besides, I'm discovering I like runts!" and stared down at her to see if she would take the bait. It wasn't just her breasts she was sensitive about. Maybe a little teasing would take her mind off Carol. "RUNT? RUNT? Baby bruh" and I moved close and kissed her on the lips. She tried to continue her protest, "mmmthr mmm mmm," but I opened my mouth and covered hers as she tried to speak and continued with a sloppy wet kiss. As kisses go, it probably wasn't very good, but it had its effect. She relented and settled into the kiss. When we broke from the kiss, "Ok, you win. But no more of this RUNT stuff! Ok?" I smiled and nodded ok. Sis settled her face against my neck and nibbled. Things were back on track. Sis was happy again, and I had a hard-on. Now I was ready for class, "What's today's lesson Sis?" "You already know what today's lesson is," Sis was back, "Take me up stairs and help me out of my clothes." She reached around my neck and pulled her feet up and hung on. I knew what she wanted. I reached my arms down and picked her up, and started carrying her toward the stairs, "You know you're getting lazy don't you, Sis?" Sis put on her pouty voice, "Oh, poor thing. Did that awful ole Carol wear my baby brother out?" This was the Sis I knew and loved, and I had no intention of letting her win one, "I've got plenty left for you. You'll be begging me to stop Runt." Sis wriggled as if to get down and I held her tight as we made our way to her bedroom. When she saw that she couldn't get lose, she went for my neck like a leech. It took a few seconds for me to realize that she was giving me another hickey and judging by how she was sucking, it was going to be a beauty. I wasn't sure I wanted to be marked again and tried to shrug her off with a shoulder. No luck, so I tried something different. I slid a hand toward her butt and between her legs and began rubbing fingers where I thought her mound should be. Suddenly she was bucking fiercely in my arms, "No fair. No fair. Stop... You're hurting me!" and she stopped sucking on my neck. I looked down and Sis appeared to be on the brink of tears. So, I stopped. Sis's tearful mask disappeared immediately, replaced by a triumphant grin, "I win! I win! You are sooooo easy baby brother!" "Damn, Sis. What if I really was hurting you? You keep pulling this and I won't know if you mean it or not." She grinned, "Don't worry. You'll stop like you always do, because you're my brother, and you love me more than anything." The last was syrupy sweet. "Christ Sis. Do you treat dates like this? You won't get any second dates." "I can get as many dates as I want," and we arrived at her bed. I dumped her on the bed and watched her bounce. "You're still here, aren't you?" I sighed, "Oh, I'm still here, but I'm starting to wonder if you're worth it." This was a lie, and it didn't prove to be a very good one. I was betrayed. Sis's eyes drifted down to my shorts and her triumphant grin morphed into an 'I told you so' look. They were bulging. "Really? I'm not worth it?" And she slapped at it. "Owww, that hurts... Ok, you got me. You're definitely worth it. But Sis, am I always going to get this way when a girl pisses me off?" "No. It's not everyone, even now. Just girls you have a relationship with, a sexual relationship. It's always been about sex between you and Carol even if it was pretty weird. With me, well, that's just sex too, and you'll get over it as soon as we stop, or worst case, when I go back to school in a few weeks. You won't have to worry so much about this," and she reached to my shorts and wrapped her fingers around me. I hoped she was right about getting past this. Right now, all I had to do was look at her to get a hard-on. She didn't even have to be naked. Truth be told, I could get a hard-on just thinking about her, and not even about sex. I was starting to worry about what might happen when Mom and Dad were back. I was afraid I'd have to spend my time barricaded in my room or visiting buddies. I couldn't let Mom and Dad see me this way, and certainly not over Sis! "Stop worrying. We have two more if I can actually do the second one. Then in a couple of days, Mom and Dad will be back, and you can get back to normal." She smiled up and at me, "Help me out of my clothes." Today's outfit was a piece of cake. The t-shirt just slid up. There was no bra, and the pants were just a snap, a zip, and a tug away from being on the floor. One more tug, and her white panties were lying on top of her jeans. She just shook her feet and the flip flops came off and in a second she stepped out of her pants and undies, beautiful and naked once more. She really was worth it. I stood admiring. "Hey, if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to start believing you when you say I'm prettier than Carol... or maybe we'll just get your eyes checked." This brought me back to earth, and I slipped out of my clothes, "Tada. Ready." "Not so fast. I know where that thing has been. You didn't shower before you left Carol did you? Go take a fast one. And use soap, lots of soap, baby brother." Sis yelled after me, "Just wash. Nothing extracurricular. You got to save it for me." Three minutes later I was back, freshly scrubbed, and just throbbing a little. Sis's head titled one way then the other as she checked me out, "Ok, it looks good enough to e... well, you know what we're going to do. Get in position. Just the opposite of yesterdays." I sat on the edge of the bed with my erection sticking nearly straight up. It moved occasionally as if it had a mind of its own as I sat in anticipation. In a few seconds, Sis was kneeling between my legs, just like yesterday, except that now she was on her knees between my legs with both hand grasping my manhood. She had small hands, and all that was exposed was the head. She looked up at me as she leaned down toward me. Her eyes were locked on mine. I assume she was smiling, but it was hard to tell as her lips parted and took in the head. I could feel her tongue working its way around me. Today, my hands went to Sis's head, and it was all I could do to resist the temptation to just thrust it in her mouth, all the way, like I would have if we were having sex. I'd probably choke her. Instead, I managed a groan, "Oh God, Sis." My self-control being what it was, a few short thrusts won out. I needn't have worried too much. Sis had things 'in hand'. I couldn't go any deeper than the knuckles of the hand at the tip. She sucked my knob hard. It was incredible and almost painful as she sucked but I had no intention of avoiding the pain. The ecstasy was too much. After a few seconds, Sis backed off. Looking up at me, "Since this is your first time, we're going to do something I don't usually do. You can come in my mouth. But you have to give me a warning so I can get ready. I'll do my best. And let me warn you. If you think you ever want me to do it again," and she took on a stern countenance, "give me a few seconds warning OR ELSE!" I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 06 I exhaled a deep breath and I'm sure I looked like an idiot, "Warning... yes... a warning," as Sis went back to work. Sis picked up where she left off, but added some nice details. She took the hand by the tip off and proceeded to take more of me in her mouth. The remaining hand began giving me a hand job. After a few minutes, the pressure between my legs began to build up like a volcano. I tried to hold it back, to drag out the pleasure, but the pressure and Sis were irresistible, and of course, there was the warning. I had almost gone past the point of no return, "I'm... I'm... cloooose." I strained to not spray my load in Sis's mouth, at least for a few seconds that would hopefully constitute a fair warning. Sis backed off quickly, thank goodness, but not completely. She kept the head in her mouth her lips sealed around my shaft. And then I lost it, all control, and my load. I shot several big loads. Sis's jaws puffed out a little, and after the fourth jet, she quickly managed to choke down a swallow to empty her mouth for whatever I had left. Her mouth clamped down on my shaft as she swallowed. I guess that was part of the swallow effort. It triggered another couple of shots followed by a weaker one. At this point, I guess I had drained whatever reservoir I had. Sis backed off completely and looked up at me and swallowed the last of what I had given her. After the second swallow, she leaned back down, opened her mouth, as if to suck me more, but instead, I felt her mouth working over my tip and some gentle sucking followed by her tongue working all around me, and I realized she was 'cleaning' me. It was an awesome way to get cleaned. When she finished, she looked up at me with a huge grin, "I SWALLOWED. I swallowed. That's my first time to swallow!" "That was amazing, Sis. Every time I think, that was the best, it just gets better and better." I massaged her head in gratitude and she smiled up at me. "So, now you know why the guys like blow jobs." "I guess. I just don't understand why they don't take care of the girls. I like that as much as a blow job. Well... almost as much," and smiled down at Sis. "There is one big downside of what we just did. I didn't get anything. Technically, that's not quite true. I loved watching your face as I gave it to you. That was worth a lot. But now I need something, and you may not be ready to give it to me." Between my legs, I could feel that she was right. I didn't have anything to give her. I guess my body language told Sis how bad I felt. "Hey, don't worry. I knew this was going to happen. Sometimes it's just nice to 'receive', like I did yesterday, and like you just did. I wanted you to get that experience where the only thing you had to do was take. We won't do it that way too much. Besides, you don't really need a teacher to show you how to take a blow job." It wasn't the same. Yesterday, after she did me, I was ready to take care of her. That wasn't true today. I couldn't do it. "If you really want, there's a lot you can do for me while you recover." Sis walked around to the side of the bed and pulled something from her night stand. She tossed it toward me. I was surprised and fumbled it a time or two before I came up with it, a tube of KY, "What the heck is this for?" By the time I asked, Sis was lying flat of her stomach in bed, with her legs slightly apart, presenting a great view of her back, her legs which were nothing to complain about, and finally, there was her ass. "What do I do with this?" "It's time for you to start making good on that promise to help me with my ass issues. But first, just touch a bit, whatever you want to touch." This seemed incredibly easy as I laid the palms of my hands on her cheeks and began a massage to pay off a little of my promise. I started with her ass and worked down one thigh and then the other, rubbing and squeezing gently as I went. At the juncture between her leg and her now bald crotch, I took a little extra time and delicately rubbed the inside hand against her sweet little wet spot that I knew must be in distress with need. Sis's eyes were closed and a steady stream of almost inaudible moans and sighs drifted from her as I progressed. As my hand paused to give attention to her crotch, her hips moved up and down slightly against my hand. When I finished the second thigh, Sis enlightened me about the KY, "Put a small dab of lube on your index finger." I was curious but did as requested. "Now, I need you to put the lube right on my nervous little butt hole, and massage it gently." At this point, her butt hole wasn't the only thing a little nervous, "You sure?" I slipped the finger with the little gob of clear-ish jelly between Sis's cheeks. Her eyes were open now with a startled look, and she inhaled and exhaled one loud breath, and her cheeks clinched. She'd sounded ready for this, but I guess she wasn't. "Ok, we're done. I don't want to do this to you. You're not ready." In a commanding tone, "Yes, you are going to do it and I am ready. As ready as I'll ever be," then the voice softened and Sis pleaded, "I really need this. Who else am I going to get to help me?" "But Sis, I don't want to scare you. You're trembling." It was true. I could feel small tremors running through her body. "Look, I can't spend my life afraid some guy is going to look at my ass, or heaven forbid, touch it, any more than I could let you spend the rest of your life afraid of the opposite sex. It has to be you. You're the only person I trust with this. Please?" She had me, "Ok, let me get a little more KY," and a few seconds later, my finger was slipping between her cheeks again. Sis inhaled deeply as it made its way to the little dark star I knew was there but couldn't see at the moment. I moved by feel until I got to the goal. "Mmmmm, ok. That's it. Now take two fingers and rub them around the opening. Press a little, but not enough to go inside." As my second finger joined the first, Sis's cheeks clinched a little, "Ok, stop. I need your other hand," and she pulled my other hand toward her hairless little mound. "You know what to do. I think that will... loosen me up." This was more familiar territory for me. As I slid two fingers over the tender lips of her pussy, "Ok, how's that? Better?" A yes that came out like a moan was given in response, "Don't forget the other hand." Sis was right. This little diversion made both of us more comfortable and soon I had inserted two fingers in her pussy and Sis's hips were moving to help. You know the exercise that you show children, where they attempt to pat their head while they rub their stomach. It's almost as if both hands get the same instructions. That's what happened to my two hands. I got carried away with the two fingers that were fingering Sis's pussy, and suddenly, my two fingers which had been trying to rub her ass were suddenly mimicking the fingering motion of the other hand. At least they weren't as forceful as the ones at her crotch. For a few seconds, neither of us paid attention to what was happening, at least not consciously. But unconsciously, Sis's body knew exactly what was happening. Her hips began to buck against my one hand and she was moaning. She had raised herself off the bed and was on her knees with her head still on the bed, presenting easy access to her sensitive needy parts. Neither of us noticed that in the process of moving Sis toward an orgasm, I had buried two fingers of the other hand all the way to my palm in her other little taboo entrance. Shortly, Sis was in the middle of strong orgasm. At that point, neither of us was aware of anything except Sis's wonderful reaction to a thorough fingering. Sis grunted to me, "I guess if you're not up to giving me what I really want, this will do," and she sighed and her body, which had tensed for the orgasm, relaxed, "Mmmm." As Sis began to recover from the orgasm and took stock of our position, "My God. Look what you're doing," and she tightened her little sphincter around my fingers, with sheer pleasure. "Oops. Sorry. I kind of lost track of what I was doing," and pulled my fingers from Sis's backside. "Don't be sorry. I'm not. I wasn't even nervous after we got started. Admittedly, I was almost mindless, but it was ok," as she rolled over and wrapped her legs around my waist, "Look who's ready to go," as she reached down and guided my erection to her soppy wet entrance. It was an awkward position, with me sitting on my knees and haunches where I had been working on Sis, and Sis's hips up on my lap, legs around my waist. She extended her arms and raised up to get us aligned and began thrusting slowly against me. I did the best I could to help her. From a technique point of view, we had done much better the past two days. But, there was a thrill on Sis's face which thrilled me. We made do with the awkward position. Several minutes later, we were both sweating with exertion from the awkward position, but it was good and I deposited several nice bursts in Sis. I had my orgasm but Sis did not, "I'm sorry. It was just so exciting. Your face looked so nice, I couldn't hold it for you. Sorry." "Don't be sorry. I just had a magnificent orgasm on your two hands. It seems like a little butt play enhances things. You won't get any complaints from me, baby brother. You were awesome!" "Lay back Sis," as I pinched her puffy lips together, "Here, hold that. I'll be right back," and I hurried into the bathroom to prepare a warm cloth to clean Sis with. Sis applied pressure to prevent too much semen from escaping and messing the bed clothes. When I got back, I touched the cloth to her face, "Is that ok?" "Aren't you turning into quite the nice young man? It's perfect!" and she opened her legs to me and I slid the warm cloth under her hand and began a tender scrubbing of her beautiful hairless pussy. There was a look of affection on her face, "Love you baby brother." This is one of those things you always know, but I find I never get tired of hearing it, "Love you too, Sis." When I finished, "Snuggle me a little while. I'm so glad things went ok with Carol... By the way, you snuggled her, just like this. Right?" I nodded, "And you left her in bed naked just like I am. Right?" Another nod, "Do you know what time her parents get home, or does she have a brother or sister? If you fucked her like you just fucked me, she'll probably sleep right through. It might be a little awkward if her mom or dad find her that way. I know what it always means when I find Mom and Dad napping in the middle of the day naked." "Hmmm, I guess she'll figure something out to tell them... Do you find Mom and Dad in bed naked very often," and I shivered a little at the thought. "Now and then. It's nothing. What? You didn't think they felt the same way you were just feeling." "I try not to think about Mom and Dad that way." Sis laughed, "I'm hungry. I think we still have a few slices of cold pizza in the fridge. We can just have that." "Sounds good." Sis settled in front of me with her back to me, her head on an arm, and the other draped over her with a hand cupping a breast. I guess we were both pretty tired. When we next stirred, it was dusty dark outside. "Still hungry, Sis?" "Yes. I'm famished. What time is it anyway?" "630ish." "Morning or night?" "Night." "Let's shower. We both need to scrub the sex off before we heat the pizza," as she rubbed her eyes and made her way to the bathroom and shower. I put a hand on her shoulder, which she covered with one of her own, and she pulled me along groggily behind her. I started the shower to let it warm a couple of minutes although the cold water might have done us both good. While waiting, I pulled Sis to me and she laid her head on my chest murmuring contentedly. Neither of us said a word. I stuck a hand in the shower, "Water's good," and held the door for Sis and followed her into the shower. Sis perked up as I washed her head giving her scalp a brisk massage, followed by the application of a soapy washcloth to her back, on my way to her legs. As I passed her ass, "I'll come back to this," and gave her a smart slap on her backside, which produced a small grunt of pain. I proceeded to her legs, and up the front to her tummy and breasts. Just one more thing before I could take care of her derriere. I placed a soapy hand on her crotch and began probing and soaping all those hard to get spots. By the time I finished, she was all smiles. I was stiff and ready, but Sis was hungry and so was I. It struck me that I didn't feel the overwhelming need to have Sis. I'm not saying I didn't want her. I did, but I felt like I could wait, long enough to eat anyway. Remembering what we had done during today's session, I knew her ass needed attention. I started by sliding a finger down between her cheeks, testing the waters. She took in a deep breath, but didn't give me the feeling that she was expecting to be raped. With soapy washcloth, I removed all lingering KY residue from today's activities. Sis took it calmly, even smiling. This was definitely progress for Sis. It felt good to be doing something for Sis for a change. When I finished, Sis began repeating the process for me. She moved quickly from my head to other areas. Soon, she was down to the last unwashed area, my privates, which she grabbed with a hand wrapped in a cloth. I stopped her, "Better let me get that if you want to get something to eat any time soon." "Ah, a man not controlled by his dick. I'm impressed," as she released me. I noticed that she watched closely as I gave myself a quick soaping and rinse. We made small talk as we heated and ate the remaining pizza. This brought us to the subject of Mom and Dad, "Sis, did Mom or Dad tell you what they were going to be doing this week?" "No. they didn't. They were very hush-hush about it. Not like anything was wrong, but they were definitely tight lipped. Did you pick anything up?" "No. It's not like them to leave and not give us a clue about where they were going? What if we needed them?" "I think this is a vote of confidence," then she just had to take a little jab, "It think it means that they trust me to take care of my baby brother, keep you out of trouble." The last part was clearly thrown in to get a rise out of me. It succeeded. A little sibling posturing was in progress. "Look Runt, I'm bigger than you. If they were counting on anyone to take care of things, they were counting on me to be the man of the house, and protect any helpless female that might need it," and I stared straight into her eyes with this. Take that! "Huhhh! If I have to rely on you to protect me, I'm going to keep my cell phone handy and ready for a 911 call. And I warned you about this Runt stuff. You better remember that today's lesson has your manhood in my mouth with all those sharp little teeth!" "Damn, Sis. That hurts just thinking about it." "That's right. So, you ready to continue today's lesson?" She followed it with a toothy grin that would have done a shark proud. All kidding aside, it was hard to believe Sis would actually do it, "You... uh... wouldn't really bite me? Would you? You could hurt a guy." Sis snickered, "Well, just remember that before you get all full of yourself next time. I could if I wanted." It felt like this teasing had gone far enough, "You know I don't think you're helpless, don't you? But I would protect you." She smiled, a sign of a truce, "Yes, I know that. But if they're breaking down the front door, I'm heading out the back door with my cell phone and calling 911! And you better be right behind me." Teasing aside, I knew I had a one of a kind sister, and if I ever got the chance, I would try pay her back although I had no idea how you paid something like this week. It wasn't like you could just buy flowers and a thank you card and call it even. Snapping me back to the task at hand, "You ready to continue your lesson baby brother?" "Oh yes." "The let's go," and she started toward the bedrooms upstairs, "We're going to switch things up a little. I know blow jobs are great and all, but I'm going to show you how I think oral should be done. Besides, I can't teach you much about blow jobs." At her bed, Sis scrambled in, "Ok, time for 69! You do know what that is, don't you? I know you've spent the last three years looking at porn sites. Some of it had to be about 69." Noncommittally, "I might have seen it." "Good," totally ignoring the uncertainty I tried to inject in my answer, "Then you know where I need you. And don't feel bad about looking at a few porn sites. If you want, I'll look at them with you." After yesterday and what we'd done earlier today, I didn't think I'd care what Sis suggested. In fact, at this moment, 69 looked like a combination of two of my new favorite activities. I settled onto the bed in the 69 position in front of Sis. It was a position I'd seen a number of times although I'd never given much thought to the possibility that I'd actually ever get to do it. I laid my head on Sis's thigh, which put my face just inches in front of Sis's moist wet little sex, slick and hairless. To say I was expectant would have been an understatement. Sis prompted me to give her a spot to rest her head. I readily obliged. As I leaned in to close the last couple of inches between my mouth and Sis's pussy, she stopped me, "Don't start yet. I want to you to feel it all without distraction, the way I let you take care of me yesterday. You can start on me in a couple of minutes, but I warn you, I may not be much good after you start!" I felt her hands encircle me. One at the base holding the balls and shaft, and the other adjacent to it, but wrapped around the shaft. The next thing I knew, or felt, was Sis peeling my foreskin back exposing the purplish shiny head of my manhood. This was followed immediately by Sis's warm wet tongue licking that same head. The hand cradling my balls squeezed ever so gently while the other began a slow stroking. As the stroking commenced, Sis gave me a peck of a kiss, on the tip, right over the opening. After the kiss, she opened her mouth, and I felt my head being sucked into Sis's mouth, with force. I grunted the first time Sis sucked me in. Then she pulled off and once again sucked me in, never releasing the vacuum on my manhood. This process was repeated, maybe a half dozen times. She sucked hard, hard enough to induce what might have been pain in an organ not designed for such abuse. Each suck produced a grunt acknowledging the force being applied. Had the ecstasy being produced not been so great, I might have tried to pull myself from Sis's mouth. As it was, I forced myself to remain within her grasp, trembling with the pain and pleasure of it, praying that she never stop! Sis's mouth backed off for a second, "Ok, you can start now." I tried to say, 'Ok', but I was in such rapture that my first effort produced only a squeak. I swallowed and forced myself to speak, "Ok," which was followed by a loud exhalation of breath. Sis looked at me with a huge grin and twinkling eyes, "You like your perverted sister's mouth, don't you?" There it was again. I swallowed and licked my lips to generate enough moisture in my now dry mouth to allow me to talk, "You're not... a pervert." "That's sweet, but you have no idea how much I'm enjoying sucking on that thing of yours! Not very sisterly at all." Sis paused, smiling at me, "Could you give me a little now?" It was time for me to give, not just receive. I leaned into Sis's pussy, parted my lips just enough, and sucked in her tender wet lips. Sis gasped as the suction of my mouth clamped down on her lips and began sucking and releasing her lips. As she had done to me, I never let up on her completely. The hand which had been gently cradling my balls, contracted. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 06 I grunted, "Shit Sis. Take it easy. They're not golf balls!" And my hand slid down to her offending paw, applying a gentle pressure to her hand, mainly to draw her attention to the hand that was threatening to crush my equipment into mush. Sis immediately opened her hand, "I am so sorry. Did I hurt you too much?" "No, I'll be ok... in a few minutes," as a breath sighed in relief. Sis continued, "It's just that... I have this thing about... up... well, a guy's head between my legs. It felt like lightning when you touched me. That's why I don't do it very often. I tend to lose control." She was clearly embarrassed with this admission. "Really? You mean if I do this," as I sucked her lips roughly once more, "you might lose control?" Sis's hips rocked forward to meet my touch. I tried to downplay the elation this measure of control over Sis gave me and deadpanned, "That's... interesting, Sis." I wanted to test this last bit of 'information' and leaned into my task. I began sucking on her lips, occasionally backing off a little to allow me to mouth most of her bare little peach. It was juicy as a peach and I was finding that I liked the taste... a lot. Judging by Sis's loud moaning and thrusting of her pussy against my mouth, she was likely telling the truth. The harder she thrust herself at me, the harder I sucked. As I sucked harder, Sis groaned as I pulled her lips into my mouth. I was stretching them fiercely. At times Sis hips made as if to pull away from me. In hindsight, I'm sure she was feeling some pain, but she never followed through, instead grunting, "More... almost there... don't stop..., it's been... so long," all the while, she kept forcing her pussy to my mouth. Soon, her legs locked around my head, as if to suffocate me, and her entire body tensed. I could feel several strong spasms rack her body as she had a prolonged orgasm. I enjoyed every grunt, every tremble, of Sis's body. I guess its male ego. Until today, I wouldn't have thought I had one, but Sis's reaction buoyed me. I did like knowing I could make her 'lose it'. I was confused by my feelings. I didn't really want to control anyone, certainly not Sis. Still, it was hard to describe how it felt knowing I could do this to Sis. My ego flexed its new found muscle, "Was that what you meant by 'losing it', Sis?" I wanted to hear her say, 'Yes'. Sis wasn't ready to acknowledge that, but her voice quavered, "No... I was... just... putting on... a show for you." She fought for calm, and with breath that was still labored, "Wanted... to make you feel good." I grinned up at her, knowing she had been mine. Time to rub it in a little, "Well, if you really wanted to make me feel good, seems like you wouldn't have forgotten to do me. Not even one little tiny kiss." Sis blushed, "Alright, I might have lost it, just a little. That's why I don't let anyone do that to me anymore." "Really? You said it had been a long time. How long?" Sis had been my sister... forever, but you can live with someone for years, and not know anything truly personal about them. "We can talk about it, but would it be ok if you finished what you started?" and she freed herself from our position and moved to the center of the bed, on her back. I knew what she wanted me to finish. I needed it to. It had been a lot of fun seeing Sis lose it, but I was throbbing again. Sis's hand had gone to her pussy, and she was feeling herself and not in a sexual way, "Do you mind... checking me out. We might have gotten a little carried away." We had. Actually, I guess I had. What I saw made me cringe, "Sis, your lips are... huge. They're three or four times their regular size, and really red. Did... did I hurt you?" "Well, you were pretty... forceful. But if I thought you were really hurting me, I would have stopped you." I wasn't as sure about her assertion. As I positioned myself between her legs, "You said it had been a long time and you didn't let guys do it. How long since you did it? That is, let a guy do it," as I began to slowly engage Sis's abused pussy. Sis flinched, "Go slow. I'm a little tender," and looked me straight in the eyes, "No one's done that to me since I was a freshman." "Really? And you just did it with me?" "Well, of course. I told you I like it, and I trust you." Sis may have been swollen, but she was wet and getting wetter by the second. As I tenderly slid in a couple of inches, I watched Sis's expression to make sure I wasn't hurting her. She seemed fine, and I eased most of the way back out and re-inserted. This time going two thirds of the way. This elicited a small grunt of satisfaction from Sis, and my next thrust went all the way. Sis closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, "You're really sweet, but you don't have to hold back now. You've got me ready," and finally interspersed with low feminine grunts, "Some girl... is going to... get very... lucky with you," as her body responded to my efforts. I picked up the pace, but the memory of her abused lips kept the brakes on. Soon, we were both on the edge, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The urge to plunge into Sis overcame concerns. As I plunged deep and forced myself against Sis, her arousal heightened. She met each thrust with her own urgency. It was a chain reaction. Once it started, it couldn't be stopped, not that either of us wanted to stop it. We both felt several spurts as my manhood delivered a message of lust and love against the back of Sis's cervix. "Ummm, I felt that. You're so DEEP! Good thing I'm on the pill or that might have been IT... So nice. Stay as long as you can. Please?" I wanted to stay all night, but five minutes was out of the question. Sis had exhausted me, "Sorry. I'm shrinking." "It's ok. You did great. Can you reach the cloth on my night stand?" Sis took the cloth I offered and placed it over the mess that was beginning to ooze out. She looked at me seriously, "You really do make a mess down there." I protested, "You weren't complaining a few minutes ago!" Sis grinned, "You're so easy. I can always count on you for some fun. I was just kidding you. Let's go shower. It's almost time to call it a night." Ten minutes later I was toweling Sis off. I took care to dry everything. As I patted gently between her legs, "Are you ok down there? I was pretty rough on you." With a flirty smile and twinkling eyes, "I'll be fine by morning, assuming you don't molest me again tonight! Could you grab a wash cloth for the bedside, just in case?" Back in bed, we settled into what was our new normal, with me spooned behind Sis, arms wrapped around her, and both of us naked. Practice and activities of the day had taken their toll on me. Maybe it was the sex that got Sis. Within a few minutes, we have both drifted off to a sound sleep. I had forgotten about the oral that Sis owed me. The next morning, before I was fully awake, Sis positioned herself astride me, pinning my morning wood between us, "Would it be ok if I went to practice with you? It gets boring waiting around for you to come home." As if the request needed selling, she rocked her body back and forth, effectively stroking me with her bare bottom. Based on the little murmurs, she must have been enjoying herself as much as I was. Grunting with each rock of Sis's body, "Raise up Sis." She did as I bid, and the look on her face told me that she knew exactly what I wanted and that we were in agreement. The sexy little lopsided grin on her face would have gotten me hard even if she hadn't done anything else. She stopped her rocking for a moment, leaned her torso forward toward my chest, which brought her face close, and raised her crotch from its pinning position to allow my erection to spring free and tall. It was now resting near the crack of her tight beautiful ass. I started to reach around and position things when Sis stopped me, "I got it," and began raising herself up which brought the head of my stiff penis down past her nearly dripping pussy. I could feel the lips of her pussy sliding over me. They must have been swollen. Just as the head reached her opening, she wiggled her hips and squatted on me. For a moment, I was blocked, just off center. Sis raised herself slightly, made a delicate adjustment and squatted once more. This time, a couple of inches of Sis's heavenly opening engulfed me. Now that she had me thoroughly trapped, she lay her chest down on me, flattening her breasts against me. I could feel the hard little nipples poke against me as she wiggled them a time or two for effect. She arched her back, which lined us up, and rocked back toward my crotch. I could hear her breath exhale as she impaled herself on me. When she was as far as she could go, she wiggled her crotch, which sent a thrill through me. I gripped her cheeks and held her in place as I tried to force a little more of myself into her. I felt a gentle upward pressure of her ass as she slowly backed off preparing for the next piston stroke. Soon she had a machine like rocking of her hips going. Maybe it was the extra pressure due to the angle between us, unlike the straight in approaches we usually took, but soon we were both frantic. I was first to cum, but soon after Sis felt my contraction, she began to orgasm as well. Her hips rocked more slowly, in hard thrusts to match the contractions of her own orgasm. When we were both spent, her weight settled onto me, and I slowly ran hands up and down her back, caressing her from shoulder blades to ass cheeks. Sis ate it all up, and I reveled in her pleasure. We lay quietly for some time, me nodding in and out of sleep, before Sis noticed the time, "We need to get showered and dressed, quick. Can we hit the McDonalds drive through on the way? You'll need something to eat." Enjoying the position we were in, "I could just skip practice today. One day won't matter." "Ok, we've been through this. If we do that, the next thing we'll have to do is lie to mom and dad. We need everything to be completely normal when they get back." The everything normal part turned out to be a joke, but who knew. Sis had already hopped up and was headed for the shower, "To speed things up, you use your shower." "Come on. I love showering with you." "No way. I know what happens when we get in the shower together. We don't have time!" That was it. She closed her door, and I went to my own shower. She was right. An egg mac and a milk would be good, but I looked forward to our showers, "I'd rather shower with you," and I stood waiting to see if it would gain any traction. I got my answer when I heard the water in her shower, followed almost immediately by the door, then a loud gasp. I yelled in, "You taking a cold shower?" Sounding like she was shivering, "Yes and you might want to do the same." What the hell. If she could do it, so could I and if what they said about cold showers was true, she was right again. I did need it. I decided to position myself first, and then just turn it on, "Hoooly shit!" You'd be surprised how fast you can take a shower with no hot water. Two minutes later Sis and I both stepped out of our showers. From Sis's bathroom came a barely audible chuckle, "Did that help?" I looked down to take stock of my equipment. It was still there, a shrunken shadow of its recent glory, "Yeah, I guess... if you're ok with a guy with a 1 inch penis." More laughter, louder this time. It was a nice sound even if it was at my expense. A couple more minutes and we were heading down the stairs for one of the few practices that Sis would watch. She was dressed in a plain long white t-shirt top which came low enough to cover the pretty little ass I knew she had. She wore a bra, with a pair of jean shorts with a small cuff that came just above her knees. All in all, nothing to attract any attention from the opposite sex, and wouldn't impress the girls with her fashion sense. With heavy sarcasm, "Sharp, Sis." As we walked out the door, Sis responded, "What did you expect? Maybe one of my see through tops with no bra, accompanied by a skirt up to my ass and no panties? I'm sure your buddies would like that look." As I thought about the prospect of the guys seeing Sis dressed as I'd seen her the past few days, a retort leapt from my mouth, "NO!" Instantly, I realized how possessive it had sounded, "I mean... it... that's not you. I know you... uhh... don't like to attract attention... " Sis snickered as I stammered, "I know what you mean, and you're right. What you've seen the past few days isn't me. That's only for you. I'm just a slut for you and that's just for this week. But thank you for worrying about me. There's hope for you yet." Twenty minutes later, we deposited our trash by the parking lot, and I walked Sis over to the bleachers by the practice field. The cheerleaders were arriving, and I was one of the last guys to arrive. "If it gets hot, take the truck keys and go get a drink or start the AC. Ok?" Before we finished, Carol had walked over, "Well, is this your mystery girl? I was hoping to see her." I blushed, but Sis was ready, "Mystery girl? Afraid not. Even I haven't seen her. I'm his... older sister," then her tone went flat, "He's told me all about you." Now it was Carols turn to blush. She pursed her lips, and almost as a question, "You mean, that we had... sex," with sex coming out practically a whisper. Sis knew she had Carol on her spear, and locked eyes, "No, I mean ALL about you. Not just the sex." Carol didn't actually look away, but hung her head slightly, while still maintaining her gaze on Sis's face, "Look, you two probably hate me. If I were you, I would." She raised her face again to look at Sis directly, "I know it doesn't mean anything to you, but I've regretted that for 3 years. She slumped and started to leave, "Got to get to practice." Sis surprised both of us, "Carol, Tyler's a bigger person than me. He's forgiven you. I'll try too, but he's my baby brother, so it's not so easy." Carol looked at her and silently mouthed, 'thank you', and before trotting over to Ms. T's practice, she approached me, and whispered, "Mom found me sleeping naked when she got home. I told her I was tired, but I don't think the bought it," then smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. Sis looked at me, "Maybe she's ok." "Thanks Sis. She needed that. You were right about leaving her in bed naked. Her mom found her." Sis smiled, "Good." Five minutes later I was dressed and on the practice field. It was a good practice. For only the second time, my head was completely in the practice. I focused on the routes, tried to put moves on the defenders, and generally had a good time. It didn't hurt that I had a fan in the bleachers. Sis was standing up on the aluminum seats yelling. She yelled for everyone and was really loud. It was embarrassing. The guys noticed our fan as well, "Hey, is that her? She doesn't look like a wildcat but she's got a set of lungs on her." From someone behind me, "Nice piece of ass." "Ok guys. Take it easy. That's my sister. She got bored." One of the guys decided this might be an opportunity, "Well, in that case, maybe I'll introduce myself after practice." "Down boy. She's a sophomore at UA and too old for you. Besides, she's seeing someone." That was something between the truth and a lie. What time we had between now and Mom and Dad's return, I hoped was mine. I didn't think one these guys would stand a chance with Sis, but it bothered me to think about any of these guys having anything to do with my sister, particularly after yesterday's talk with Carol. Practice was good. For the first time, it was something I wanted to do, not just an activity for my parents. I didn't really object to doing it for them, but that type of commitment doesn't create much enthusiasm. Now I was excited. As we were walking to the truck, Carol approached, "Tyler, I need another favor." "If it's a ride, sure. That's ok isn't it Sis?" Sis nodded. "No. I need you to talk to Bonnie and me. About the stuff we talked about yesterday. It's important." I was surprised, "Sure. Would tomorrow be ok? I have a commitment for today." "That'd be great," and she heaved a sigh of relief, as if a weight was lifting, "Tomorrow after practice?" I shook my head in the affirmative. Relieved, Carol turned toward her car. Sis smiled coyly, "A commitment?" and then turned sarcastic, "You're so dedicated... to a... nice piece of ass." Sis must have ears like a bat. When we were in the truck, ready to head home, I looked over at Sis, "Why do guys say, 'I'm going to get a piece of ass' when what they really mean is a 'piece of pussy'?" "You're kidding. Right?" "No. Not completely. They all say it and I'm pretty positive none of them ever get it. They get the other." Sis seemed surprised, "Well... I... you've got me. I have no idea. Of course, I don't have you're experience with what guys say. I suspect that even the guys I've dated knew better than to tell me they were 'looking for a piece of ass' no matter which part of me they were talking about." Striving for naive, "So, I shouldn't tell that to girls?" "Not unless you want to kill any chance you have with them." "Uhmmm. Thought so." As little as I knew about girls, I didn't need Sis to tell me this. "By the way, a couple of the guys thought you might be interested in seeing them." "Really? A couple of the guys who are trading letter jackets for blow jobs thought I might be interested in wearing a letter jacket?" "Don't worry. I told them you were seeing someone, and that you were too old for them." Something about my defense didn't go over well, "Too old? Just how old did you tell them I was? Thirty? And I can decide who I want to date. I don't need you protecting me from those snot nosed brats." "That's not exactly what I told them. What I said was you were a sophomore at UA and what I meant was you were too mature to be interested in any high schoolers. Besides, they're not good enough for you!" Sis perked up, "So, you think I'm mature, and you were trying to protect me?" "You're my o," almost stepped in it and caught myself, "my big sister, and of course I'd protect you. Just like you'd take care of me," And to myself, 'like you are taking care of me'. Sis was happy again, "Are you ready for today's class? It's the hardest one for me, so I saved it for last. No promises but I'll do my best." "I'm ready. I'm just not sure what today's class is?" "Really? I thought sure you knew when you were joking with the 'piece of ass' question." "Not really. I was just asking a stupid question. Are you telling me today's class is your ass?" I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 07 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. ***** By now, Sis had pretty much covered all the standard stuff, only one thing left. I found out that contrary to what I thought, Sis didn't know it all, but this didn't turn out to be a flaw. Then there was the other stuff. ***** A few minutes later, we walked into the house, with me bringing up the rear, Sis's rear. When I closed the door, "You getting a good view?" Sis pulled the tail of the long t-shirt up around her waist, exposing her nice cheeks wrapped tightly in the jeans. Sis never showed off her backside. Now I understood. The raised t-shirt exposed an ass worthy of viewing. "The view is excellent from back here." I came through the truck ride without an erection, my time spent making small talk with Sis. When she raised the shirt tail, I stiffened, "Mmmmm," I growled as my pants tightened. "Come with me. I'm not sure how things will go today." With what Sis told me yesterday about her hang-ups, today's lesson made me apprehensive, "I thought we took care of this yesterday." "That was a good start, but I need one more thing from you." "You sure you want to do this? I don't need it, and if you don't want to, I'll understand." I was more nervous than Sis. Soon we stood at Sis's bedside once more. In the past week, I'd spent more time in Sis's bedroom than I had in the past 3 years. "You're worried about me aren't you? That's why it has to be you. You're the only one I can let do this," as she turned and buried her head under my chin. With her head under my chin, she turned enough to get her lips on my neck again. When she did, she noticed the band aid I'd put over yesterday's hickey just before practice. "What's this?" "I had to cover my wound... didn't want to give the guys more to talk about," and they would have talked. With a pout, "Aw, you don't like your sister's mouth." "That's not true. I love it. But do the hickeys have to be so... visible?" "Half the fun is watching you worry, but we can keep them out of sight. If it makes you feel better, I'll let you give me one on a boob sometime. Would you like that?" I nodded, "That sounds like fun," and she eased up on my neck, and she took off the band aid. I guess she wanted to admire her work. She looked smug while staring at the hickey. "You know the drill," and she extended her arms over her head, inviting me to remove her t-shirt. I took my time with the undressing ritual, studying Sis's face, drawing out the time before we would have to start today's lesson. Sis stood patiently, allowing me to linger over her bra and other garments. Maybe it also allowed her more time. Slow as you want to go, it only takes so long to remove four articles of clothing and a pair of shoes. When I finished, Sis began an equally slow process of undressing me. There was no big smile on either of our faces as there would have been earlier in the week. Soon enough, we stood naked, separated by inches, each of us studying the face in front of us. Both of us were apprehensive. I wasn't scared, but concerned for my sister who looked small and vulnerable. I couldn't read her mind, but her expression looked strained. If I had been her, I would have been afraid, and I assumed part of what I was seeing on her face was fear, fear of me. I closed the few inches between us and wrapped my arms around Sis. Her body molded to mine with her hands folded in front of her crossed over her breasts. She shivered as I held her. "Are you sure we need to do this, Sis?" "Positive. If I don't do it with you, I'll never do it and there'll always be this barrier between me and any guy I meet. It's gotten in the way of more than one relationship." Anger flared in my chest as I thought of guys so shallow they couldn't get past something like this for my sister. "Sis, if a guy calls it quits with you because of this, they don't deserve you." "It's not them. It's me. I'm the one that calls it quits when a guy is getting too close. It's awful, but I just can't help myself." "I'm sorry Sis. I never knew what happened to you. I wish I could have helped you." and I puller her more tightly to my chest. "You were too young, and besides, I'm dealing with it." This situation was fucked up. Both of us had issues. It had never occurred to me that Sis might need help more than me. At least I wasn't terrified of girls. I was just avoiding them. Sis was frightened. She had been assaulted and had a right to be scared. I hadn't been assaulted. Just embarrassed. I had to man up for Sis, "How should we do this?" "Well, I've had several ideas. One, we could go get one of Dads bottles of booze and I could drink until I didn't know or care what you did to me. But it'd be defeating my purpose if I'm so intoxicated that I don't know what's happening. The second choice, we could try what we did yesterday. You get me so excited that I quit thinking about it. Knowing what's coming, I don't know if it's possible to get me that excited. You took me by surprise yesterday. The third choice, you could just throw me on the bed, man handle me, and just shove it in there. You're strong enough to do that, and I couldn't stop you. You know I wouldn't hold it against you." It was almost as if she wanted me to take the third option but she knew how I'd react to this one. After giving me a second to think, "Oh, and one more thing. You're going to rub half a tube ok KY on my ass!" I grinned at this. Sis still had a sense of humor. "Well, that third one is never going to happen. The first one isn't much better. I'd never be able to look at myself in the mirror. I choose number two." "Good. I like that one too. Of course, the third ones not sooo bad. At least it would be over and it's not like you'd be forcing me." What bothered me was that she meant it. It would be over quickly, and she'd be past this, but there was no way I could subject my sister to that treatment again. I'd be raping her. Number two was the only way. I'd do this for Sis, but I'd decided I would take my time, as much as I needed to make sure Sis was comfortable. "Ok, here we go," and I gave her a smile, scooped her in my arms, and laid her out on her bed. I sat on the bed beside her and looked into her eyes. If she was having a problem, I'd see it there. "Now do everything I tell you to do. Ok?" "Ok, but can you do it with me like this?" "No, just getting started, and you're not lubed either. So you have nothing to worry about. That was your rule. Nothing serious can happen until I get the KY and even then, I'll keep it safe for you. If you say stop, I stop." I took one hand and caressed her cheek. She gave me a tender look and tilted her face against my hand. Her eyes maintained contact with mine. "Good. Here's how it's going to go. We'll work our way up to it. We'll start with touching, like I'm touching your face now. Any time you say, we'll stop. It'll be a slow progression with you in control all the time. Ok?" She nodded, and I leaned down close to her face. I could hear her breathing deepen as I paused a couple of inches in front of her face. She closed her eyes. I took in her beautiful face before I brushed her lips. She moved up to meet me, but I moved on and lightly brushed the tip of her nose. Her breath caught and I moved on again, to her eyelids. I opened my lips just the slightest amount, and nibbled one eyelid, tugging ever so gently. Her breath caught, and I moved to the other lid, repeating the process. A tiny moan caught in her throat and she trembled beside me. "You're doing fine," and my lips drifted down to her neck. She had beautiful soft smooth skin on her neck. Her head tilted back giving me free access to her neck. I opened my mouth and took in a delicate tender nibble of her neck. Her voice caught, "That's... not my ass." Before responding, I sucked a little harder, "This may leave a mark. Do you want me to stop?" Sis stuttered, "N... no." "Ok, we're making progress," and I gave her another bite on the other side. Knowing she didn't want visible hickeys, I raised up to look at her neck. I'd have to be careful, at least on her neck where it would show. There were several small dark flecks on each side. "Not too bad. Hardly noticeable." If Sis thought about chastising me, she resisted the urge. My next move was a double move. My mouth moved to the nearest breast, much like I had taken her neck. At the same time, I slid a hand down her tummy, caressing lightly as I went. It slid down to her mound and a finger found its way along her clit. This I gave a couple of gentle strokes, which brought a moan from Sis. Then I moved on. It came to rest between her legs on the bed just below her crotch and ass. My wrist I planted against her wet little lips. Sis's hips rocked against my wrist as if she were rubbing off. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Sis was doing ok. I hadn't scared her. She seemed to be as aroused as I had become. It was incredible how sexually exciting it was to be in control. I wondered if it had been this way for her this past weekend. I turned my hand as if to position it to cup Sis's pussy. Instead, I slid it closer to her rump, and a finger made the tiniest of moves to slip between her cheeks. I could feel her cheeks clinch. She wasn't ready. "Don't worry. Remember, nothing can happen until after I get the KY. I won't force anything. Let me caress you. Please." Sis took a breath. As she did, I could feel her cheeks relax. "That's it. You're in control. I won't hurt you," and with this I slid a finger between her cheeks which were no longer fighting me. I could feel the little pucker of her butt. This I rubbed delicately with the tip of my finger. Sis drew in a loud breath, but made no move to stop me. I could feel Sis responding to the butt play. I'm not sure the play was arousing her, but she was going higher. It was an effort to shut out the fierce need this play with Sis was creating between my legs. My need fed on Sis's response. Sis wasn't doing anything to me physically. Emotionally was another story. How much worse must her need be as I touched all of her sexual pressure points some of which were new to both of us. We weren't finished. I continued to caress the sensitive puckered ring of Sis's butt. I added to her fire by moving my wrist against her crotch, an awkward stroking of her aching sex. Sis began a ragged sob as I worked her aching lower extremities relentlessly. It was time. "Sis, I'm getting the KY. Don't worry. You're still in control. You can stop me any time you want. You don't have to do anything you don't want. By the way, you have a really nice ass and you have me so damned hard!" As I said this, I forced the lid off the KY with my free hand. Sis had raised up on her elbows. Her eyes were open, watching everything I did, but making no move to interfere. When I mentioned my hard, her eyes moved to it, and I could see lust and sympathy for my condition. Sis dropped one shoulder to free a hand which worked its way down her side to my erection. She took it and began stroking, "Sorry I wasn't taking care of you." "That's ok Sis. I didn't expect it. And you better stop or I'm going to forget why we're here." Feeling myself approaching the brink of something I wouldn't be able to stop, I gave Sis a command, "Stop. Stop now! It's ok. Time for that later. Now I need to take care of you." Sis stopped. I drizzled KY down the crack of Sis's ass, "Oh... oh... that's cold." I grinned at her, "Don't be a baby. It'll be warm soon," and I slid my fingers up enough to collect a dab of KY and massaged it between Sis's cheeks. I may have felt a little nervous tension in Sis, but nothing serious. I went back to rubbing the little pucker with two fingers now while my wrist went back into action against her swollen lips which seemed to melt like ice cubes in the Chandler heat. My wrist was wet and her juices were mixing with the KY. Without the need to help me, Sis lay back down to absorb the treatment she was getting. Any tension she might have been feeling about the ass play seemed to have vanished, but I needed to take her further. I rotated my position to place me more perpendicular to Sis. This allowed me to once again place a palm against her cheek. I lay it there gently knowing what I needed to do next. As my hand caressed her cheek, Sis opened her eyes and looked at me trustingly. I hoped she would still trust me as I took the next step. Gazing into Sis's trusting eyes, "Ok, Sis. I need to do something more. I'll go slowly and you can stop me at any time." With this said, I bent close and kissed her on the lips, "I love you Sis." We continued to kiss and her eyes never left mine as I gently applied more pressure to her tight little pucker. Sis moaned into my mouth, but did not flinch. Nor did her gaze leave my eyes. I think maintaining eye contact helped Sis maintain her trust in me. I could envision her reliving that awful moment from five years ago. I was trying to be strong, in charge for Sis. Giving her a rock to trust. I must have lost that with the thoughts of what happened to her as a freshman. Reading my eyes, sensing the difficulty I was having, she became the strong one again. I started to pull my hand away from her bottom, but she reached down to keep me in place. "You're not hurting me and I love you for what you're doing for me. Keep going. I know you won't hurt me." I swallowed, "Ok Sis." Dad always said you could tell what someone was made of by how they handled their fears. By that measure, Sis was awesome. I continued. "Use both hands. I think it'll help." It took some positioning and one hand was now under Sis's butt, but the other was caressing her pussy. Sis was incredibly wet and her body jerked as my fingers plied her swollen clit. "Put them in, in both places." Sis was in charge again. I felt better about that. It freed me from the burden of forcing her to submit to a repetition of the old assault. In seconds, I had two fingers gliding in and out of Sis's pussy slick wiht her free flowing juices. I went slower with the other task. I slid my middle finger in to the second joint and turned back to Sis's face to gauge whether I should continue. I couldn't read her. "Ok, all of it." It was a command I followed with deliberate care, while watching Sis's face every second. One hint of pain or uncertainty and I would have withdrawn. It never came. Instead, she smiled at me, "Ok, now two of them." "Are you sure? You're pretty tight down there." "I'm sure. Besides, how will I handle you if I can't do that?" She looked knowingly at my erection. It looked twice as large as my two fingers. Then she asked me to go slower, not on the backside, but on the front, "You need to take your fingers out of my pussy." I think she was trying to stave off an orgasm to allow us to finish what we had set out to do. I took half a minute slowly working my second finger in alongside the one Sis had already accommodated. I could tell from her reaction that it was tight, but she didn't show any signs of wanting to stop. "Ok, now you'll need to finger me until I'm adjusted to it." I slowly began to slide both fingers into her ass as far as they would go and back out. I kept it slow and Sis gave me what I assume was an affectionate smile. It was hard to believe, but she was grateful. After a couple of minutes during which Sis seemed to enjoy my invasion via the backdoor, she stopped me. For the first time in several minutes, Sis showed signs of strain. She took in a breath and exhaled noisily, "Ok, I think I'm as ready as I'll ever get. Any ideas on how to do this?" I did have an idea, "I think it should be doggy style. I don't know if that is the best way to have anal sex, but it will let you be in complete control." "How will I be in control with you behind me locking my hips in place?" She was still apprehensive. Maybe she'd seen some of the same videos I'd seen. A big guy could control a girl from that position. It was a pretty compromising position. "Because I'm not going to hold you. I'm going to get behind you and sit back on my haunches. You'll get in front doggy style. Then you just back up. All I'll do is help guide it in. Then, if it hurts, or you get scared, you just lean forward and pull off. You'll be in total control." Sis's chest heaved, and she reached around my neck and pulled us together in a kiss. It was forceful, and she opened her mouth. I opened mine and our tongues played for a few seconds. Sis broke the kiss, "Ok, where do you want me?" "Get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed. Then I'll position myself behind you, and then it's all up to you." Her gaze hunted around the bed for a few seconds. "Almost forgot the KY!" She opened it, reached out and gripped my manhood firmly and squirted an icy cold glob down on me. "Jesus Sis. That's... cold as ice." "What did you say? 'Don't be a baby' if I recall correctly." She made it up to me by helping me warm the KY. It felt a lot like jerking me off. She wiped the excess KY off her hand on my arm and made like a nice doggy in the center of the bed. I gave her a frown, but wasn't serious. Instead, I was intent on admiring her ass which she wiggled at me a couple of times. I found myself beginning to lust for Sis's ass. "Don't shake it at me too much. Looking at your ass may cause me to lose my self-control." Sis looked back over her shoulder at me, "You keep saying it. Maybe my ass IS ok," and she wiggled once more and gave me a grin. It appeared to be equal parts affection, lust, and devilish. I moved behind Sis and before settling into position, I gave her a kiss on each cheek. Then I was behind her. I spread my legs making room for Sis feet between them, then pushed forward until my thighs rested against the back of Sis's thighs, and settled back on my haunches. Once in position, "Ok Sis. It's up to you. I'm in position. All you have to do is lean back. I'll make sure we're aligned. And remember, you can stop any time. It's all you." With a voice that cracked, "Ok. Here goes," and she slowly leaned back. I took my hand and moved the head covered in KY until it was ready to mate up with her little dark puckered ringlet. She touched down, and lifted off, "Ok, ok, I can do it," as much to herself as me, but I heard the strain in her voice. She tried again and again touched and lifted off. Under her breath one word, "Shoot." Then, without looking at me, and with utter disappointment and failure, "Maybe I'm just not going to be able to do it." Her body slumped down in defeat. "Hey, you can do this. I've got an idea. I think what you need is a little inducement from the other side. Let's try it again. This time, I'll reach around your waist, and give you a little extra motivation. You'll still be in control, just like you are now, but my arms will be around your waist. I won't be holding you, but it might feel like it. Give me the word and I'll release you entirely. You trust me, don't you?" "God yes. If I didn't this week would never have happened. Go ahead and get where you need to be." This new approach required me to lay my chest down on Sis's back and I reached one arm around her waist while holding my weight up with the other. My hand slid down over Sis's tummy and over her bare mound. I settled a finger on top of her clit and began to stroke her gently, "How's that?" "It feels wonderful. Keep it up a little while. I'll tell you when I'm ready. If this doesn't work, just fuck me good while you're there." It was working. I could feel and hear Sis beginning to approach an orgasm. The only warning I got that Sis was ready came when she settled back against my dick. With no experience, Sis couldn't get us aligned. I raised up enough to free my supporting arm long enough to get my erection centered on Sis's tight little rear door. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 07 Sis's ass must have been sensitive enough to feel that I was perfectly aligned. As soon as she knew this, she settled on back quickly. In a couple of seconds, half of my dick was buried in Sis's ass. Sis grunted with pain, "Oh, it's so tight." I started to pull away, but Sis sat back on me further, "I'm ok. If I don't do it now, I may never do it." She pushed back slowly, and I watched as my length slowly disappeared into Sis's backdoor. It took most of a minute with a few restarts, but finally Sis had me entirely inside her. She let out a loud sigh, "Thank you. I know you didn't want to do this. Hold me and don't pull out." I lay back down on Sis's back. This time my arms wrapped around her chest. One hand cradled a breast. "You need to finish it." I hadn't considered this to be a regular sex act, "What?" "You know. Finish. Like any other time." To help, she pulled out halfway and then slowly pushed herself back on me. "Just go slower, and can you give me a little hand. I think that would help." "Sure," and I began a slow very deliberate process of pulling out and slowly re-inserting, while one hand made it way between Sis's legs to her pussy. In spite of the duress she'd been under, she was still wet, and responded with a catch in her breath as I began stroking her clit. I don't believe either of us had enjoyed this process. As my hand began to work Sis's pussy, her breathing changed. My sister with the tight, abused ass was getting hot. She'd been on the brink earlier, now she was ready to go over again, and so was I. It would be a lie to say that my dick hadn't responded to Sis's ass, but to this point it had been a mechanical thing, like masturbation. You can cum that way, but as I was discovering, it's nothing like the real thing. Now, I could feel her body respond to my hand. There was no sign of nervousness or tension. More surprising, she was actively helping me finish. Each time I began re-insertion, she sat back against me. It wasn't as fast as it would have been if I were in the front door, but she was not holding back now. My pace picked up as well. She didn't object and took everything I gave her. I wasn't able to restrain myself as much as I had intended to. Soon, my hand, and maybe my dick, had Sis breathing heavily and there was no mistaking the sounds she made. It was a woman having sex and enjoying it, all of it. She began a body wrenching orgasm and finally just sat back on my dick. She squirmed several times against my crotch. Suddenly I was squirting my stuff deep in Sis's ass. I don't know if she could feel it, but we both knew it was happening. Sis whimpered as we both finished our orgasms. Both of my arms were now around Sis pulling her tightly too me. I puller us over on our sides and clung to her. I'd never made her cry before. "Are... uh... are you ok, Sis?" I was surprised at her answer. She laughed, "We did it! I did it!" Her body strained for freedom and I released her. She straddled me and the next thing I knew, she was kissing me on the lips. It wasn't an open mouthed hot sexy kiss, but a heartfelt thank you kiss on the lips. The next thing I knew, I felt something wet dribble down on my stomach. It only took a second for me to realize Sis was leaking cum and who knew what else on me. Sis saw the shocked look on my face, "What's wrong?" "You're... uh... you're leaking on me!" In our effort to get this done, we hadn't prepared for what came after, hadn't known what to prepare for. Sis turned red, "The cloth! Get the cloth! On the night stand." With us in the middle of the bed, it was about six inches out of my reach. "Go with me," as I raised my butt and dropped it closer to the nightstand. Sis tried to move with me, but I ended up basically carrying her astride me toward the nightstand. She struggled to stay on board as I maneuvered toward the cloth. It must have been like trying to ride a mechanical bull with one hand behind her trying to do damage control. By damage control, I mean stop the leak. My hand slapped down on the cloth like swatting an alarm clock, "Got it." I immediately passed it to Sis who stuck it around behind her and forced it between her cheeks and onto her stretched little pucker. She lifted a leg and was on her knees beside me on the bed, no longer astride me. I started to raise up to see what I had on my stomach. Sis yelled, "Wait. Don't look. Let me check first." I knew what she was trying to avoid me seeing, and it was easy for me to let her check things out. Sis spent a few seconds eyeballing my stomach. Then she faced me, "Its ok. It's just KY and some semen." She made a face that said, 'icky' and smiled at me. Relieved, "We need a shower!" I looked at my stomach and shut my eyes in relief. I was glad for both of us that it was only KY and semen. I wasn't sure how it would have affected Sis if it had been... something else, and I wouldn't have been happy either. Once we were in the shower, Sis wanted to discuss her first anal, "You were great. A girl couldn't want a better partner for her first time, so gentle and patient with me. How was it for you? Did you like it?" "I'm glad I didn't hurt you. But to tell you the truth, I was so worried about you that I'm not sure what I thought about it. How was it for you? You sure you're ok?" "I know what you mean about not knowing how you feel about it. But you don't know how relieved I am to get that over with, thanks to you," as she plastered her body to mine hugging me hard, "the next time, I'll be better. I promise." "Next time?" "Sure. I'm not afraid of it anymore, thanks to you. Now I need to know what I really think about it. I want to know if I like it, or maybe you'll be the only guy I ever do it with. You need to know this too." Let's call the rest of the day routine. Nothing but a lot of sex. Sis and Coach both say you can never practice too much. There was one thing that is worth mentioning. Until today's lesson, I'd been the student, Sis the teacher. She'd told me what to do, and I did my best to do it. After our anal sex lesson, there was a subtle change in our relationship. Sis's attitude toward me changed. She was still ready to help, but she didn't act like the teacher anymore. Her demeanor changed, closer to an equal. This put my older sister in a new light. You love siblings, but that doesn't mean you're friends, at least not good friends. Often, the older is the superior while the younger is subordinate. I had a friend now. There was one other thing after the anal sex. Sis wore panties for several hours. She complained that she kept leaking my junk out of her butt. I'd come to expect Sis to know all about our lessons. In hindsight, it was easy to see why Sis had no knowledge to give me on this subject. Her only experience had been a near miss. The next morning Sis was happy. Enough so that it made me nervous. She'd pushed me out of bed, made me shower, and get dressed. I was surprised to find Sis wearing her yoga pants, and the top was a halter. She had no protection for her backside. "You sure you're ok with those? Guys are going to look." "Yes, for the first time in five years, I think so. Besides, I'll have you there to look out for me." She locked an arm in mine, and we walked to the truck. At school, Sis went straight to the bleachers. Carol walked over, "Your sister, she looks different today. She looks good." "Thanks. She does, doesn't she? I think she's trying to give the guys something to talk about." "Hmmph, more like drool." I chuckled, "Yeah, probably. Say, do you and Bonnie still want to see me?" "Could you come by my place? Maybe around 630? Mom and dad have date nights on Friday, so we'll have the place to ourselves." I turned toward the field and yelled over my shoulder, "That should be good." Practice went well. Things were working for me on the team and I felt like I might have something to contribute. It was the difference between just being there and being involved. As we were leaving, "You looked good on the field. Looked like you were enjoying yourself." Sis had been paying attention. "It felt good." On the way home, I mentioned Carol, "She wants me to come over and talk to Bonnie at 630. I'm not sure what that's all about. Oh, and she said you looked good today. Some of the guys noticed too." Sis smiled enough to make dimples appear. When we got home, Sis announced that we still had unfinished business, "We need to have anal at least once more. I promise, I'll be better than yesterday. If one of us doesn't like it, we'll never do it again." At her bedside, it was what I'd become accustomed to; undress Sis. I wondered if I'd get a chance to do this much longer. I'd come to look forward to it. Before she got into bed, "Be a sweetie and go get us a couple of washcloths. Leave them dry." When I came back, I was greeted with a shot of Sis's ass in the air in the middle of the bed with the tube of KY lying beside her. "Damn. You're not wasting any time are you?" "No time to waste. Mom and Dad will be back this weekend, so we have today and tomorrow, if we're lucky, for any last things we need to do. I don't want to waste it. Besides, sounds like I'm going to have to share you again with Carol." Her voice wasn't happy as she mentioned Carol. I don't think she had forgiven Carol for what she had done to me. I'm sure that was a family thing, looking out for me. Yesterday had been stressful for both of us, but however stressful it had been for me, it must have been so much worse for Sis. She'd come through it pretty well. I marveled at her willingness to subject herself to that again. Interesting is one of those misleading words that I could use to describe yesterday's session, but I had missed one thing that I had come to enjoy. I needed to fix that. "Would it be ok with you if we tried a different position today?" "I guess. What did you have in mind? And why this interest in positions?" I think it caught her off guard that I might have ideas about anal sex positions. I didn't, not really. I just wanted to see her face while we did it. "We might have to experiment a bit, but I'd really like to be able to see your face while we do it." She was surprised, "Really? What are you looking for? It's just a face. Are you already tired of looking at my ass?" She had to tease a little. "Truth?" Sis nodded, and I gave it, "Watching you get turned on turns me on. I like it. It's hard to see your face with you on your knees in front of me." "Ok, but we may need to have a talk before Mom and Dad get home." When Sis was serious about a talk, you could be in trouble. I was curious what she might want to talk about, but something told me to leave it alone for now. She finished with, "Where do you want me?" "I've got a couple ideas, but I'm hoping the first one works. I'm just not sure how comfortable it'll be for you." Sis responded with a tentative, "Ok." It was time to just jump in, "Get on your back, like we're going to do it the regular way." A few seconds later, I was on my knees between Sis's legs. "Now give me your ankles." "My ankles?" "Your ankles. Like this," and I took an ankle in each hand and raised a leg onto each shoulder. Sis grunted as I leaned forward and compressed her body in the process. In spite of her marvelous flexibility, this might be a hard position for her to stay in. For my part, this was the position I was looking for. I could see Sis's face perfectly and with her legs on my shoulders, her ass lifted slightly making a great target, not to mention an incredible view of Sis's womanhood! Testing the waters and giving Sis a major start, I pushed the tip against the little dark ringlet. It was a serious nudge, but not a serious effort at penetration. This brought a squeal from her and she tried to squirm away, but in this position she wasn't going anywhere. My next move was to slide my head up to her pussy and give her a serious thrust. If the wetness I encountered was any gauge, she might be nervous, but she was aroused. I was halfway in her before she knew what was happening. She moaned, "Noooo." It was drawn out as I pushed on. "We're supposed to be, uh..." but she never finished her protest. I had her and she didn't mind being had. "I know. I'm just making sure you're not tense. You're not tense are you?" Sis had a pained look on her face. This was when I backed out. This drew a low but distinct curse from Sis, "Asshole." I tried unsuccessfully to hold back a snicker, "Just seeing if you were paying attention. If you're ok, I'm getting the KY. You know what that means." "Yes. I know what it means. You'd never do anything without lubing me up good. I'm not sure this is PC, but you're the perfect brother to fuck me in the ass." Sis seemed to take perverse pleasure in shocking me. "Jesus, Sis. Do you think you could be any cruder?" Sis laughed. I laughed too. "I probably could, but I was serious. You're the perfect brother for this." I deadpanned, "Maybe you could recommend me to some of your friends. It might be tricky." Sis snickered, and that triggered me. Sis was something when she was happy. With both of us smiling, I squirted a good amount of KY on Sis's dark little puckered ring, and began rubbing it in gently. This was an awesome position. I could see everything play out on Sis's face. I inserted two KY covered fingers and probed her slowly. I could feel her little sphincter tight around my fingers and Sis took in deep breaths as she began stretching to accommodate them. I watched Sis's face to see how she was doing. Any tension on her face appeared to be due to excitement, and maybe from her stretched little anus. Otherwise, she looked eager which was making me eager. So far so good. I removed my fingers and made an icky face while examining them. Sis, still on the verge of laughing, snickered and grabbed one of the wash cloths, "Here, use this." I wiped my fingers. "Thanks and it looks like we've arrived. Same as yesterday, if you want me to stop or slow down, or anything, just say so." The safety net I offered Sis must have pleased her. She gave me a warm smile, "Can you lean far enough for me to give you a kiss?" I had to fold her like my scout knife, but I got close enough to bring our lips together. When they met, Sis opened her mouth and gave me a few seconds of wet passionate kiss. With her body bent nearly double, she was laboring to get her breath, so I didn't stay long. With the safety warnings administered and a sloppy thank you returned, I moved closer to the target. As soon as I was in position, I trailed my dick over Sis's lips on its way to what lay beyond. Sis' breath hissed as I raked past her pussy. I could see every eager lusty little nuance on her face. This was going to be my favorite anal position. It was time. I slid the tip to her tight little hole and gave a tentative push. Sis tensed. I could see it on her face. Remembering yesterday, "Do you think you could... play with yourself a bit? I think it'd help and I can't do it from this position." Sis teased, "You just want to see me diddle myself, don't you? And I thought you were such a nice boy." I stammered, "Diddle... No. I... just wanted to make sure you didn't tense up." At the moment I said that, it was 100% truth. But Sis had started some serious diddling and my eyes just locked on of their own accord. Sis watched me watching her for a few seconds, "You like to watch." She was enjoying this. I turned red, "No. I don't," but I couldn't pull my eyes from the sight. There was no point denying it, "Maybe a little." Sis let up on the teasing while the diddling continued unabated, "Its ok. Lots of guys like to watch. Of course, you're the first that ever watched me. First to take my ass too!" She threw the last in for me, and I loved it. With Sis teasing and me embarrassed, we hadn't noticed that I had slid halfway in. When I did notice, "Sis, you're doing it." I was thrilled for her. She bit her lower lip and shifted her position as if to impale herself on me. She wasn't in position to do much, but the fact that she was trying told me that it was time to give her what she had been wanting. I backed out until the head was almost out and then slowly pushed forward. Sis drew a noisy breath as I settled on her and buried my shaft entirely in her ass. Sis voiced two silent words, "Thank you," and then in a voice I could hear, "Now go ahead and do it. I know it'll be perfect." I'm not sure how often guys get a thank you for this service. Not very often I think, but Sis was genuine. I was helping her past something that had troubled her since her freshman year in high school. She'd carried this issue too long. Sis didn't give me any further instructions. She knew she didn't have to. For the next five minutes, I proceeded to pump Sis's ass slow and steady, watching her face for any sign that I was hurting her. In the final minute, I knew I was going over the edge and on the verge of losing my self-control. The urge was strong to pump Sis's ass like the first time I had her pussy. As I read Sis's face, she'd read mine, "Its ok. I'm used to you now. All stretched out. You won't hurt me. Do what you need to." I did manage some restraint, but I expect I punished Sis's ass despite my desire not to. A minute later, I had deposited half dozen loads into Sis. In spite of the punishment, Sis was all smiles. Maybe I had helped her today. With both of us spent, Sis asked for a cloth. With it in hand, "Pull out quick and give me some room. I want to try keep most of this stuff off my bed." She sounded serious. It must have been killing Sis with my clothes, our dirty underwear, and semen and maybe some other stuff on her bedclothes. She was normally a bit anal about her surroundings. There's probably a joke in there somewhere but I was tired and just wanted to lie next to Sis. With a washcloth clenched between her cheeks damming the stream vying to get out, Sis pulled on her panties over top the cloth. It left an amusing bulge. Even Sis snickered when she looked back at it. We lay on the bed with Sis facing me this time with a leg and arm draped over top of my hip. First things first, "Are you alright? I got pretty wound up at the end." "I don't want to sit on a church bench for a while, but I'm fine. When we're recovered, I'll give you a proper thank you." "If you insist, I'll let you, but it's really not necessary." These words were rewarded with a peck on the lips. "You know you did great don't you Sis? I'm proud of you." Sis lay beside me, "Hold me please." I placed myself directly against her, sliding an arm under her head. I finished wrapping her and kissed her forehead. "Do you think you are ok now?" "Sure. Just a little tender but not bad. You don't have to worry." "That's not what I meant Sis. I mean how do you feel about IT?" "Not sure. The only way to tell how it would be with someone else is to try, but I'm not in a rush to do it. But I don't think I'm afraid to do it either. I think it would just be a choice. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet the right guy, or maybe you'll be the only guy I ever give it to." My feelings were mixed. On one hand, it was nice that she'd shared this with me. I just hoped that it would be a free choice for her and not driven by fear. I guess this was getting too serious for Sis, "Enough talk about what I'm going to do with my ass! Just hold me for a while. That's what I need now." A few minutes later Sis drifted off to sleep. When it seemed like she was sound asleep, I gently moved my arm and got up. Before Mom and Dad came back this weekend, I had a few lawn chores to do. Two hours later I had mowed the lawn and trimmed a few shrubs that needed it. Mom had tried to talk Dad into getting a service, but he always said it was good for me. It was pretty hot today. At least we had a guy that did the pool. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 07 Thoughts of the pool reminded me of Bobby and Billy. I'd pretty much abandoned them this past weekend. I needed to make sure they weren't upset that I'd basically run them off. When I got back to the rear porch, Sis was waiting in a recliner with two iced teas. "Whew, thanks Sis. I'm sweating like a pig!" I stretched out on the one beside her. "What does that mean anyway?" "I don't know. Dad always says it. I guess pigs sweat a lot." "Glad you remembered to do the yard." "You said we needed it to look completely normal when they got back. They said they'd be back this weekend. I wasn't sure whether they meant tomorrow or Sunday." "You seem almost responsible. Seriously, I'm glad you remembered and by the way, thanks for letting me sleep. I haven't slept well all week. Well, I have always gone to sleep well, but it doesn't last." "What's wrong with your sleep?" "Nothing to worry about. I'm sure it'll be back to normal next week. Hey, change of subject. Have you thought about Carol and Bonnie? What do you think they want?" "I'm not sure. Since its two of them, I guess it's not sex." Sis continued analyzing my situation out loud, "You're probably right. Seems like Carol is ok. Not what I expected either, and I don't know anything about Bonnie. Do you know her?" "Not really. I know she's a cheerleader and has been as long as Carol. They seem to be friends," and I couldn't help throwing in something irrelevant, "and she looks pretty good in her cheerleader outfit. Not as good as Carol, but ok." I was trying to get a rise out of Sis. Sis gave me a disgusted head shake, "I'm sure that will help us figure things out. Did Carol sound like she might be scheming?" "Not really. Besides, after spending time with her, she doesn't seem like the type." This brought a flash of anger from Sis that surprised me, "Jesus Tyler. She just fucked you. That's all. Anyone can do that and it doesn't mean a thing. You are too trusting. They'll take advantage of you!" Sis was so heated, I didn't want to disagree, but my instincts were to trust Carol. Instead of putting this on the table for debate, "She seems ok, but maybe you're right. I'll be careful. Ok?" "Good. I worry about you. Some girls will fuck you just to fuck WITH you, like it's a game. Guys can do that too." The unspoken implication was that she knew this from experience. The misgivings this conversation raised must have shown on my face, "Hey. Are you ok. I wasn't trying to upset you. I just want to make sure you don't go there tonight like a naive little boy. You've caught up a lot in the past few days, but you don't have any real experience. It would be easy for the wrong person to take advantage of you." Sis might be right. There were a lot of people who could probably take advantage of me. The difference was I didn't think they could hurt me like before. In this regard, I felt secure. "I'll be ok Sis. But that wasn't exactly what I was thinking about." "Oh, so what put that cloud on your face?" I didn't think she would like my answer. "Well... I... uh... well." "Come on. You can tell me anything. Spill it." "Well, I don't think Carol could hurt me that much. Not now, but I was thinking how it would feel if you were fucking with me." A pained look flitted across Sis's face and was quickly replaced with one of concern, "You have to know I'd never fuck with you," and a little of the tease in Sis asserted itself, "at least not in any serious way, unless of course I had to." "I know. It was just a crazy thought that crossed my mind." "That's another lesson for you. The more you care about someone the more they can hurt you. I hope you never have to experience that. Just think what it would have been like if you thought you were in love with Carol and you thought she felt the same way when she did it to you." I nodded agreement. As it was, it had been devastating. I didn't want to think about how it would have been if I'd been betrayed by someone I cared about. It dawned on me this was what had happened to Sis. She had been betrayed by someone she cared for. Misty eyed, I looked over at Sis, "Do you think one of these recliners will hold both of us?" "We'll find out," as she sat up and crawled onto my recliner. We clung together for a long time. I told Sis how much I hated what had happened to her. She told me it was ok. She was over it. I knew it was a lie, but at the moment she seemed to need me to believe it. So, outwardly I did and squeezed her tightly. We spent half hour in the recliner before Sis made a move. When she did, she kissed my chest, made an icky face followed by her tongue snaking up over my chest, "We need to shower. You're all sweaty and taste like a block of salt. Besides, I'm getting hungry and you're going to take me out before you got to Carol's. You owe me!" We headed into the house teasing with Sis bumping her butt against my thigh. It was as high as she could reach without a stool. I bumped back nearly knocking her over. "I owe you? After what you made me do this morning and yesterday, I think you owe me." "Don't try pull that. You liked my ass. Remember, thanks to that position you saw on the porn sites, I saw your face too! It didn't look like you were suffering too much." As we walked into the kitchen, she played dirty, "And you shoved that massive pole up my tender little butt. I'm probably going to get hemorrhoids." I wasn't sure about the hemorrhoids thing but she had said it was tight and I am a lot bigger than Sis. In the end, I decided she must be bluffing, "That's not true. You don't get them that way. It's from not getting enough fiber or something." As we went up the stairs, Sis laughed, "Don't worry. You didn't hurt me at all," and she paused to make eye contact, "I love you. Whenever I need a good laugh, I can count on my baby brother. I told you. You're way too easy. You need me to look out for you." I gave her a look intended to wither, but she grinned and accepted it as a feeble gesture from the loser of this round. She did offer an olive branch, "Oh, don't take it so hard. You know I like to tease. Just can't help myself. I'll make it up to you in the shower." After we had washed each other, Sis apologized. I would have been satisfied with the shower. It took five minutes, five heavenly minutes. When she finished with the apology, she got off her knees, "Are we good?" In answer, I hugged her and started to kiss her. She pulled away from my mouth, "You sure. I could at least rinse my mouth out." "Not necessary. If it was ok for you, I'll get by." As we kissed, it struck me that Sis might be the only girl I'd ever feel free enough with to do this with. As we kissed, Sis pulled away frequently to speak. "You know we only have a couple days at most before Mom and Dad are back." Another open mouthed kiss. "You'll have to be careful when they get back. Can't make any mistakes." Another kiss. "It'll be HARD on you when they get back," and she looked down at my member which was swollen again. "Maybe you should plan on spending time with Bobby and Billy for a few days until you settle down." As I'd done all along, I just nodded and kept my eyes on Sis's face. Finally, I had something to say, "Could we do a quickie in the shower?" Sis's face lit up with a smile and I bent down until I could get my hands under her butt to lift her where she needed to be. My erection lay somewhere against her crotch, "Sis, help me find you." Sis wiggled her hips, and I could feel her bare pussy rake the short stiff bristles over my shaft and against the tender flesh of the glans. Then she had me where she wanted me and gave a small push. Almost but not quite right. She made a course correction and pushed forward again. She took most of my manhood on that push. To take my full measure, we both needed to work. As she rocked her hips, I thrust to meet her. With Sis completely impaled, I held her against me with a hand on each of her cheeks. Neither of us had taken our eyes off the other. I leaned back in for another open mouthed kiss. Sis grunted and accepted my tongue as we slowly worked through our progression. Sis is small and I could have held her for hours, but five minutes was enough for simmering sex to come to full boil. I didn't have as much mess for her as I would have before the shower, but it still felt great with each of the contractions of my shaft inside Sis. Staring into her eyes, "I'm all done. You've taken all I have to give," and surrendered to Sis's critical gaze. "If that's all there is, I guess it'll just have to do." If I hadn't seen her face, I might have been hurt. Her face told a different story. Sis handed me one of our washcloths, "Here, I need you to clean up your mess." She stood with her feet wider than her shoulders and bounced up and down a couple of times as if to shake whatever was hanging on lose. "There. Now do it. When you're done, we'll go get something to eat before you go to Carol's." I ran the soapy cloth over Sis's pussy. It'd probably be creating some fresh mess, but the bad mess would be washed away. Sis purred as I washed. After a thorough wash, I used my bare hand to help rinse lingering suds from between her legs. "Umm, you're going to need another shave. My pecker probably got a rash from those little bristles." "Sorry, but it's got me itching too! I'll let you take care of that tomorrow. Will you survive until then? Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. We'll need to buy a few groceries so Mom won't have to shop first thing, do some laundry, and see if there's time for some last minute fun." Sis was right. Things were coming to an end soon, too soon for me. Wanting privacy on our next to last night, we went to Trophy's Steakhouse. Dad had taken the family there before and they had good burgers. It was also far enough away that we didn't expect to see anyone we knew. Sis was worried about us maybe making a mistake when Mom and Dad got back. She said it might be a careless touch, or kiss, or holding hands. Any number of small things that we did naturally and easily could trip us up. She suggested that I get in touch with Bobby and Billy. Maybe have them over or better still, get out of the house. If we weren't in the same house, it should be pretty safe. At Trophy's, we sat close in the booth, tête-à-tête as Sis had called it. To make her last point, Sis slid her hand up the inside of my thigh giving me squeeze as she stopped just short of my junk. She glanced at me and gave me an alluring smile. Sis could practically ooze sex with just a look. I didn't know whether it was just her or all girls. At the moment, there was only one girl, and she was sitting right beside me. Things tightened in my shorts as space was filled. I inhaled a deep breath as she stared at me. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She gave me sympathetic smile, "I don't think we want Mom or Dad to see this," and her hand finished a short path to my erection which she squeezed tenderly and looked at me knowingly. "Are you going to get one of those every time you brush against me, or I touch you at the breakfast table?" I started to answer. What I wanted to say was, 'No. I'll be fine', but I knew it was worse than the cases Sis had thrown out. I knew I was pathetic. I could get a hard on just watching Sis smile. What would it be like when I was in full withdrawal? After pondering these thoughts, "I may have to stay at Bobby or Billy's until you go back to UA." Sis leaned to me and pulled me down and we touched heads. She had a smile that said she felt sorry for me, "You'll be ok. It'll probably be rough for you for a few days until you get used to doing without. Worst case, with the guilt trip you laid on Carol, she probably couldn't refuse. The oral you gave her won't hurt either. I have a feeling you'll be fine. Now if I just knew what I was going to do." "You'll have a problem too?" I had an idea how I would do. I pictured a drug addict trying to go cold turkey. It had never occurred to me that Sis might have an issue. She had said girls and boys were a lot alike. "You're brothers an idiot. He never even thought about you." It felt better saying he rather than I. A little less guilt accrued. 'Don't worry about your sister. She's had dry spells before. If I really get desperate, I'll make you buy me toy." "Come again?" I wasn't sure how a doll or something was going to help. As I lifted my coke to my lips for a sip, Sis got up on her knees in the booth which placed her lips next to my ear and whispered, "A vibrator dummy. You know, or a dildo." Coke spewed everywhere. Witnessing the mishap from a distance, our waitress magically appeared, "Are you ok? Here, let me wipe things up." A fresh napkin dabbed coke from my chin. She was thorough. She started to wipe the coke from my pants and thighs. Sis glowered at her and caught her hand immediately, "I got it!" "I was just trying to help." Sis shot back, "Then help us with our ticket." In what appeared to be a show, Sis dabbed at the crotch of my pants. The erection that jumped up in my pants where Sis was poking around just emphasized how ill prepared I was to deal with females, Sis in particular. Was I really ready to go meet Carol and a friend? "That's going to stain. We need to get you home and out of those." This brought back a memory of something Carol had said about Sis marking me. She did seem possessive. The question was why? On the way home, "What was that all about Sis?" "What? You mean that thing with our waitress? She was coming on to you. Which would be ok, except that you're out with me. It's territorial. You don't mess with a girl's boy, particularly not right in front of them." "I'm not sure why you're getting so worked up. She wasn't going to get anywhere. Like you said. I'm with you." By the time we got home, I just had time to change pants, say goodbye to Sis and make it to Carol's on time. Sis's hugged me, "Be careful. I don't want you hurt again and both of these girls could be trouble." "I'll be fine Sis," but I gave her a hug and spoke into ear, "It's nice to have someone who cares." "I'm your older sister. It's my job." Sis waved from the door as I backed out of the drive. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 08 All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are consenting young adults. By now, Sis had pretty much covered all the standard stuff. The lessons are done. A lot of good things had happened to me, but the next few days were a reminder that the bumper sticker is right. Shit happens! But not everything was bad. ***** The last thing Sis said as I was leaving, "Promise me you'll get them to give back the letter jacket and dump these assholes." "I'll do my best." If it was important to Sis, it was important to me. In this case, we both felt the same way. When I arrived, Carol greeted me at the door, "Hi. We're really glad you came." As I got an eyeful of Carol, so was I. Carol and I had reached a comfort level, so I wasn't shy about checking her out. She was wearing a super tight stretchy shirt and no bra. It may have covered her breast, but it didn't hide them at all. I could see her nipples just barely poking through the material. It was difficult, but I pulled my eyes from her breasts. She had a short dress that didn't make it to mid-thigh, revealing most of the legs that I'd seen before. When I returned to her face, she had a smile that made her all the more exciting. I had a comfort level with Carol. "If you're through staring at me, come on in. Bonnie's waiting." She didn't seem to mind being checked out. She took my hand and led me into their living room where Bonnie stood dressed identically to Carol. Bonnie was a couple inches taller than Carol, but the striking difference was their breasts. Carols were ample. Larger than Sis's. Bonnie's were larger than Carol's. It looked like the two girls had dressed in the same size outfits. Where Carol had shown a lot of skin, Bonnie's hemline must have hung just below her crotch. But what really stood out was the top. Actually it was her nipples which seemed to be standing up and the fabric was stretched so tight that I could see the dark circle around each and the small follicles surrounding them. Bonnie and I had never really met. As close as I had gotten was the visits to first aid earlier in the week. I was so captivated by her breasts that I stared. I usually try be less obvious. When I caught myself, I tore my gaze from her breasts and looked at her face. The look on Bonnie's face said I was busted. I turned a bright red. Both girls were enjoying my discomfort. I wasn't. Carol was first to speak, and she didn't help my situation, "I told you he'd like your tits." It was embarrassing to get caught blatantly staring at her breasts. They were laughing at me. I took a step backwards. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," and I couldn't help but compound the situation by glancing down once more. I stammered, "I'll go. I need to go." I was three years younger reliving the episode from earlier as if it was just happening. Sis had been right. I wasn't ready. As I started backing toward the door, Carol positioned herself between me and the door, and pleaded, "You can't go. What's wrong? What did we do?" I could have pushed my way past Carol, but it was Bonnie who made me stay. I'd seen the look before, just not on her. She was clouding up to cry, "Please don't go. I still need to talk to you," and the first tears slid down her cheeks. Her chest heaved and more tears flowed. "Oh God!" slipped from my dry lips. The tears are what got me. Three years ago there hadn't been any tears, just smirks as they watched me squirm. Whatever was happening now, it wasn't the same as it had been before. Bonnie stepped forward inside my personal space. Her hands hung at her side, "Please don't go, not this way." She stood within an inch of me staring up at me. Tears were now running down her cheeks. I found my arms reaching to embrace her, "Its ok. I can stay. You... you just..." I was trying to find a way to say what had just happened. I couldn't bring myself to say it to them. Finally the only thing I could get out, "Please stop crying. I can't take that." Bonnie looked up at me, "I'll be ok," and she sobbed as her chest heaved. "Can you hold me until I calm down? I really do need to talk to you." Carol joined in, "Make it a group hug," and wrapped her arms as far around the two of as she could. Bonnie and I followed suit and the three of us stood embracing. Bonnie looked at Carol and a small smile brightened her face, "You were right. He is sweet," as she squeezed me tighter. After several minutes, Carol broke the silence, "This is the way it was supposed to be." Bonnie pulled at my shirt and wiped her eyes, leaving black smudges underneath her eyes and matching ones on my t-shirt, "Thanks for not running away. I couldn't have stood that again." Bonnie's last words brought me back, "Why do guys need to talk to me? I know it's about our freshman year, but Carol has already apologized and I'm good with that." Looking at Bonnie, "Why do you need to talk to me?" Bonnie's face saddened, "Carol didn't tell you everything," and she glanced over at Carol before continuing. Carol gave her a nod, and Bonnie continued. "Carol was going to take all the blame," and she paused briefly. Her eyes closed and her chest heaved against my stomach again. She marshalled her courage, "But it wasn't just her. It was... it was all of us, all the new girls on the team." With this much out, she forced herself on, "We... uh... we picked you out. We had decided what we'd do to you, and we just did it." Bonnie's words shocked me, but it was surprising how little it actually hurt. Carol's apology which I knew was heartfelt, had blunted most of my emotions about the episode. My reaction the past few minutes was proof that I still had issues. "We've all had nightmares about that day for three years." "Me too." I'd spent three years hiding and feeling sorry for myself. Now I found myself feeling sorry this group of girls, not just the two holding me. Bonnie looked up at me forlornly, "I need what you gave Carol." She caught me off guard, "Are you talking about sex?" "No. I can do without that. What I can't do without is forgiveness." I looked down at her, "Is that why the two of you are dressed the way you are? Trying to buy forgiveness?" Bonnie frowned, "I know you can't buy forgiveness, but you can try pay your debts. Carol told us... what we owed you." I had wanted to punish Carol earlier. If I had known about the other girls I would have wanted to pay them back too, but this week I'd thought about how things might have been if that day had never happened. It had set me on a course that led to this week. "All of you need to quit punishing yourselves. Thanks to you, I've just had the best week of my life. I met someone amazing." I'd known her all my life, but I couldn't tell them that. "This week wouldn't have happened, and I might have ended up being one of the guys on the football team and part of the stupid blowjob thing, a real asshole. If I could change it I wouldn't. Maybe I should thank you." Bonnie looked up at me in disbelief, "So, you forgive me... forgive all of us?" "All of you. Seems like you've punished yourselves enough." Last week my answer would have been very different. Bonnie arms shot around my neck and she pulled herself up until our lips met. With her lips against mine, "Thank you." Then she looked to Carol, "You were right about him." Bonnie proceeded to give me a wet open mouthed kiss. It had a predictable effect on me. I was hard. It was one of those things I didn't seem to have any control over. When she finished, she mouthed a silent 'thank you' as she slid back to the floor. I looked down and could see that the kiss must have affected her too. Her nipples were practically poking holes in her shirt. They were twice as large as they had been. She caught me staring again. "You wore these outfits for me?" I looked from Bonnie to Carol. Carol was first to speak, "I told you he'd like the outfits, especially that rack of yours." Bonnie responded, "He checked you out too! And I could tell he liked something," as she glanced down at my crotch. My shirt wasn't tucked, so it wasn't too obvious. Bonnie looked at me knowingly, "It'd be hard to miss that thing while you were hugging me like that." This was getting a little embarrassing, but Bonnie was sweet. Carol divulged one more piece of information, "I told you my size would be a good blouse size for you." "Are you girls always plotting things? A guy like me doesn't stand a chance." This elicited raised eyebrows and smiles from both girls. "Carol, did you tell Bonnie everything? I mean... everything. The truck ride home and all." I'd been pretty forward. A guilty smirk crossed Carol's face, "She's my best friend. I tell her pretty much everything. So, if you wondering, she knows what a bad boy you can be," and she looked over at Bonnie, "and she knows how good you can be too." All this talk had done nothing to help my condition. It was obvious sex had been on their agenda. I wasn't opposed, but I wasn't sure I was ready for it to be a spectator sport. Nor was I sure how it would go if I had to pick someone to stay downstairs while I took the other upstairs to Carol's bedroom. It might be awkward for them just sitting around waiting a turn. An idea was forming. "Carol, do you have something I can use as a blindfold? I need two of them." Perplexed, "Sure. I think I can find something. I'll be back in a minute. What do you have in mind? I hope it's not hide and seek." "I'll explain when you get back and I promise, no hide and seek." While Carol was gone, curiosity got the better of Bonnie. She put on a sweet innocent face. "What are you going to do to us?" Staring at the shirt stretched over her breasts, I wasn't buying innocent. "You'll see when Carol gets back." I was staring again. A couple of minutes later Carol came back carrying a couple of dark knee length soccer socks, "Will these do?" I held them over my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't trust Carol, but I didn't trust Carol, at least not in this situation. The socks seemed to work just fine. "Do you two think you could follow some instructions? I'd like to try a game. You both know how poorly I do around girls." I wasn't very smooth, but both girls seemed willing to play along. The girls looked from me to each other and back. Bonnie shrugged, "Ok. What do you want us to do?" I blindfolded both girls. "Take my arms ladies." I stuck an arm out for each girl. "Let's go upstairs." We locked arms and moved to the stairs. "Close your eyes and don't open them no matter what," and I began leading them up the stairs like a Seeing Eye dog. "Careful. We're at the steps," and I paused to allow them to feel for the first step. I held their arms securely as we slowly edged our way up the steps one at a time. Both girls hung on nervously as we went up the steps relying on me to make sure they didn't fall. When we got to the top, it was easier as we walked to Carol's bedroom, "We're going to play a little game. There are only a few rules. One, the two of you will stand holding hands until I tell you not to. Two, you will be blindfolded so you will not know what I'm doing to the other person. And three, you are not to make a sound. You are to do your best to not give any hint of what's happening to you, no sound and no movement. Remember, your holding someone's hand so try remain absolutely motionless. Oh, and maybe the most important rule. If you aren't having fun, or just don't want to play, all you have to do is say so, and the game is over. I won't hold it against you, you're already forgiven. If you are willing to give it a try, nod your heads." "Bonnie?" Bonnie nodded her head, and I let her know I'd seen by giving her a peck on the lips. "Carol?" Carol nodded, and I acknowledged her in the same way. Both girls had flinched as I kissed them, then moved forward for more. But I had already moved. It was fun to watch them. Being teased this way seemed new to them. It was new for me too. "Bonnie, you're going to be first. Carol, I'll get back to you soon. Bonnie, hang on to Carol's hand," and I slid their hands together, "wouldn't want anyone wandering off. And remember, absolutely no peeking and no sound." I had my iPod in my pocket. In case the no sound rule proved to be difficult, it could be useful. "Carol. I need to speak with Bonnie so I'm going to put my ear buds in your ears. Nod if that's ok." Carol nodded and a few seconds later she was listening to White Wedding. I moved beside Bonnie and spoke softly in her ear, "Remember, no talking. Not one word and absolutely no peeking. I'm going to do something to you. I promise it won't be too bad. If you don't like it, we can stop. It'll be fine, but I'm hoping you'll be ok with it. Nod if you're ok for me to continue." Bonnie nodded and I could see excitement on her face, "Ok, one last thing. Don't let go of Carol's hand and don't let her know anything is going on." I spoke to her softly, "Ok, I'm starting. And you know you can stop anytime." Bonnie nodded. She appeared to be tense but excited as I took the bottom of her shirt and began sliding it up over her breast. She flinched in surprise and took in a deep breath. I watched her face ready to stop if she was no longer into the game. Her face registered surprise, but she was also smiling. "You still ok?" and Bonnie gave me a nervous nod. "Good," as I tugged her shirt over her nipples. The shirt was tight and her nipples must have been sensitive. She grunted and her body jerked slightly as the tail of her shirt flipped up past her nipples and hung mounded on top of her large breasts. They were awesome. To make sure Bonnie was doing ok, I went back to her ear, "Ok, I'm not done, and it's going to get personal now. By the way, your breasts are beautiful. Carol was right about the shirt." Bonnie's smile broadened, definitely a green light. I leaned down and mouthed one of Bonnie's nipples. This brought a definite reaction. She squealed. I had to keep her quiet, "Ok Bonnie. You need to be quiet. It's going to get worse so I'm going to need all of your self-control. I'm sure you can do it. Besides, you're probably scaring Carol." I doubted this. I was pretty sure Carol trusted me completely even if she had no idea what I was doing. "Nod if you're ok." Bonnie nodded. I gave her one last instruction, "I may get rough. I want you to put your hand on my face. If I hurt you, pinch me and I'll ease up." I moved back to her breasts and alternated between them several times sucking forcefully. She was riding an edge between pain and arousal. With a hand on my cheek, she whimpered in response, and caressed but never pinched. I could feel her tremble as I worked on her breasts. I could hear the small moans that Bonnie was struggling to suppress. Her face said it was requiring considerable effort. "You're doing great. Now, I've left Carol alone and blindfolded long enough. I have a special treat for you. Since you already know how this game goes, I'm going to let you watch but whatever you do, you can't let Carol know. She's been listening to my IPod so she doesn't know anything and she'll keep her blindfold on." Sucking on breasts wasn't the only thing this game involved. To make this point, I slid my fingers up Bonnie's thigh. Not all the way, but far enough to leave little doubt what I was interested in. As the hand slid up her thigh I whispered, "When I finish with Carol, if you want to continue, you'll advance to the second round. You still with me?" The nervousness had been replaced with a fresh look, lust. Bonnie enjoyed being teased. I slid Bonnie's blind fold up. She looked down where my hand still touched her thigh. Her face said that if she didn't finish the game with me, she'd finish in the bathroom later. If the girls bailed on me, I'd be in the bathroom myself. I was aching, but this was exciting. To Carol I whispered, "Ok, you've been really patient. I'm going to take the ear buds and give them to Bonnie. We wouldn't want her to know what we're doing." Bonnie had a thrilled look on her face. I think she was enjoying my dirty little game. Especially the prospect of watching Carol secretly. I removed the ear buds from Carol's ears and handed them to Bonnie. She started to pull her blouse down, but I shook my head. She paused a second and had a better idea. The next thing I knew, she was working with one handed to slide it over her head. It ended up looped over the shoulder next to Carol and she was topless. There was no way to take it off while holding hands. I gave one nipple a quick suck to let her know how much I appreciated the view. I repeated my instructions to Carol as I had given them to Bonnie. Carol nodded, and I began working her blouse up over her breasts. Soon I had her breasts exposed. Since I knew where this was going, I whispered in Carol's ear, "I'm just going to go ahead and take your top off." Now there were two blouses draped between the two girls and four beautiful breasts to admire. They were different but beautiful. Bonnie was enjoying secretly watching her friend. I had had no idea this game was going to be so exciting, and not just for me. "Ok Carol. I'm going to get started. Remember, no noise. We don't want Bonnie to know what's happening." When I finished, I leaned down and bit one of Carol's nipples. It was intentionally hard enough to create a small amount of pain without really hurting her. Carol grunted in surprise as my teeth nipped at her nipple. "Shhh. We don't want Bonnie to hear. You can do it!" I looked over at Bonnie. The problem wasn't going to be Carol. It was going to be Bonnie who was about to choke trying not to laugh. I shook my head and mouthed 'no'. Bonnie shut her eyes and took in a breath, but did not laugh. I nodded approval. Another deep breath and Bonnie was under control. I worked Carol's breasts over with ferocity. Occasionally, it was necessary to caution her not to make a sound. The two girl's breasts were totally different, but it would have been hard to choose between them. Fortunately, I didn't have to. I decided to add a wrinkle to the game just for Bonnie. I whispered in her ear, "Hey, do you want to have some fun with her? I'm going to do something I didn't do with you. Let's see if she can follow instructions under some real pressure. Sound good?" Bonnie was eager to see what I had in mind and shook her head vigorously. I went back to Carol's ear, "Ok, I'm going to give you something special. Bonnie didn't get this, but you have to be really quiet. We don't want her to know." Carol was excited and Bonnie was getting into this game. Bonnie eyes were huge as she watched as my hand got to Carol's thigh and slid up to her crotch. Carols was straining to remain silent. From between clenched teeth came a low moan, "Oh God." Without the ear buds, Bonnie was hearing everything and loving every little sigh and moan her friend was straining to contain. I whispered a few words to make sure Carol was comfortable, "Remember, Bonnie is blindfolded, so it's really just you and me. I'll crank up her music a little and you won't have to worry so much about making noises. Is that ok?" Carol nodded, and I backed off and came back after an appropriate delay, "Ok. She can't hear a thing now. Nothing but Billy Idol." I looked at Bonnie and winked. She mouthed something silently back. It looked like, 'this is awesome'. My fingers, which had rested on Carol's crotch, now worked their way under the opening of her panties on their way to Carol's sensitive little button. Carol trembled and free of worries about being overheard, let out a heated moan. I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 08 Her hips began rocking with my fingers. Bonnie leaned as far forward as she could to see what I was doing to Carol. Her hand had to stay motionless, so she had to work for a view. Bonnie was excited watching. Her nipples were as large and hard as ever and her eyes went back and forth from my hand at Carol's pussy to Carol's face. Carol's arousal must have been heightened by the thought that her friend was holding her hand blindfolded and unable to hear the aftermath of the finger fucking she was getting. In a couple of minutes, Carol's body almost folded around my hand. The only thing that stopped it was the pressure of Bonnie's hand in hers. She fought to conceal the orgasm that raged. Bonnie was having her own problems. As she had watched Carol's climb to the heights, she had found herself being drug along. The only problem was, she didn't have my hand to help her. I glanced over to see how she was doing. My erection throbbed as I saw that her hand had found its way into her panties. She flushed as she saw me looking and with effort, managed to keep her hand still resting against her bush. The game had been a rush, but it was now beginning to feel like torture. A small moan escaped from Bonnie. I shook my head. Bonnie's eyes closed, and she struggled to ignore her need. Time to switch girls. Unfortunately, the second round was going to require separating the two girls. I was going to need them on the bed one at a time. If the mattress started bouncing as I expected, there was no way the other girl wouldn't know exactly what was going on. I wasn't quite ready for that, at least not for both of them. I took the ear buds and had Bonnie put her blindfold back on. "Ladies, you did really well. But now I'm going to need to separate you. Other than not holding hands, the rules are the same. No peeking, no sounds, and as always, all you have to do is ask and I'll stop. You've already been great." "Are you ready?" Two heads bobbed in unison. "Good." "Carol, you get the ear buds again. Was it too loud for you last time?" Carol shook head, and I put the ear buds in for her. I positioned Carol a few feet in front from the foot of the bed, "You'll need to stay right here. Bonnie and I will go someplace. Don't worry. It won't be far but you shouldn't wander off and don't be tempted to take off your blindfold. That would mean the game was over. Ok?" Carol nodded. I whispered, "Bonnie, I'm going to guide you. You'll know when you're where I want you." I turned her around so that her back was to the foot of the bed, "Ok, step back slowly. I won't let you fall." Bonnie took a couple of tentative steps until her calves touched the bed. I was close to her and heard her breath catch as she recognized her destination. I'm sure she suspected, but had a rush of adrenaline as she became certain. "Ok. Lay back," and I gave her a light push. Her face flushed with excitement as she was considering what would happen next. I moved to position myself between her legs. Her breath caught as I did this, but she opened up for me. This was round two and not round three. I slid far enough up the bed that she could feel my bulge on her mound and hovered over her and began to kiss her. When I opened my mouth, she opened hers without hesitation, and kissed me back eagerly. After a few seconds, I broke off the kiss, "Sorry. Not yet. I'm going to get up and you'll need to help me with something. I think you'll know what I want. Ok?" Bonnie nodded. Standing at the foot of the bed, I slid my hands up Bonnie's outer thighs. Bonnie shivered in response. I didn't stop until my hands were underneath her panties caressing her buns. Once there, I caught the elastic on each side and began sliding them down. Bonnie was very cooperative and moved her knees close enough to allow them to slide all the way down to her ankles. I slid them off her feet. With Bonnie bare bottomed, I got on my knees in front of her and put a hand on each knee and applied a gentle nudge. This would be Bonnie's last chance to back out. If she didn't do it now, I knew she wouldn't. I had little doubt, but smiled as her knees parted to my pressure. I leaned closer and whispered, "I'll be right back. I just need to make sure Carol doesn't feel forgotten." Bonnie gave a little nod, and I kissed each knee before getting up. At Carol's side, I startled her with a kiss. She hadn't been aware that I was nearby, "I haven't forgotten you." Her mouth opened hungrily and after a few seconds of the kiss, I palmed her crotch and squeezed it tenderly. "I'll be back." I could hear the breath rush from Carol. Both girls were aroused and wanting. I was beginning to ache myself. I couldn't help but wonder how this game would work with one girl. Positioned once again in front of Bonnie, I began kissing my way slowly up her thighs. By now, I was sure she knew what was coming. When I got close, I sucked on each thigh. I stopped on each when I got the coppery taste and knew that Bonnie had a small love bite on each thigh. I admired them, not huge, but she'd have to cover them up. I whispered, "Give me your hands," and I placed one on each side of my head. "Let me know if I'm getting too rough. And remember," and to emphasize my point, I whispered, "not a sound." She returned a small jittery nod already trembling slightly in anticipation. I wondered if like Carol, this was new to her. With this thought, my lips parted, and I began gently sucking her lips. They were incredibly wet. I sucked harder, and Bonnie's back arched as her hips pushed forward. Her fingers were in my hair kneading my head as her hips thrust to my slow rhythmic efforts. I progressively sucked at her lips tugging them into my mouth, each tug extracting a groan of pleasure from Bonnie. Within no time, Bonnie was on the verge of a climax, her hips thrusting her pussy against my face feverishly. Knowing she would be out of control, I released her for a second which brought a plea from, "No, don't stop." I'd just have to hope Carol's music was loud enough. I opened my mouth and sucked on her pussy fiercely as I ran my tongue between her lips penetrating her as far as I could each time. Bonnie groaned and ground her pussy into my face using her hands for leverage. I inhaled her one last time and Bonnie's thighs tensed and her back arched raising her butt six off the bed as she climaxed. Her abs tightened. It took a couple of minutes for her to relax enough to allow me to remove my face from between her legs. When she finally released me, "Oh Christ. That was amazing!" By now, I was about to explode, "Bonnie, I'm sorry but I need to go ahead to the final round." As I was taking my clothes of, "Bonnie, I want you to take your blindfold off so I can see your face." Bonnie's voice trembled but she immediately removed the blindfold. She looked down, and I was naked with my erection throbbing visibly. Her smile told me everything, but I still had to ask, "Are you sure you're ok with this?" She whispered, "If you don't, I'm going to be really pissed off at you." As I moved forward between her thighs I grinned, "Well. I wouldn't want you pissed off." Bonnie wrapped her fingers around me and guided me the last couple of inches. Even though I had just eaten her out thoroughly removing her natural lube, she had replenished in the short time since her orgasm. I slid in a couple of inches. Bonnie gave a small gasp. I withdrew most of the way and then slid forward. I went in slowly, not wanting to hurt Bonnie. She breathed heavily as I buried myself until my pubic hair was flattened against hers. I withdrew again and went forward again more quickly. Bonnie sucked in a noisy breath. I continued, each time going faster, until I was ready to erupt. "Sorry Bonnie. I can't hold it... any longer." In answer, she raised her legs and locked them around me, spearing herself on me. Her body shuddered against mine several times. Each time her legs pulled me against her, finally locking me in place. Her face was the picture of lust. The sweet girl from earlier was gone and in front of me was a frantic needy one. "That's... ok. You don't... need to," and I could feel that strong little muscle inside her locking down on me only to release and repeat. I guess Bonnie had been pretty worked up. When her orgasm had run its course, her legs released me and she slumped limply back on the bed. She had a contented smile. Carol was still standing patiently, and I needed to manage one more round with her. "Bonnie, I know it's hard, but I need the bed so I can take care of Carol, if I can. She's been waiting." I looked down at myself and wasn't at all sure I'd be up for Carol without a rest. I'd have quite a bit of sex lately. It was only recently that I realized there might be a limited supply. That my member might not be able to go no matter how tempting the situation was. I desperately needed one more. Bonnie offered assistance, "I'll help you if I can," and she stood beside me wrapping her fingers around my rubbery member and pumped several times slowly. "If that's not enough, there is one other thing I can do. It's always worked for me, but Carol told me you might not want to do it. That you were saving it for your girl." I could feel things tightening back up under her persistent hand. "Actually, I don't need to save it anymore, but your hand seems to be working." I reached around her and pulled her to me and gave her a kiss in appreciation. I had always wondered what you were supposed to do with a girl. How did you know what you could do? What they wanted you to do. Should I or shouldn't I? Will she let me? Does she want me to? Girls were still difficult, but after sex was different. No doubts. I gave Bonnie her last instructions, "Ok. You get to watch if you want to." "I wouldn't miss this for the fucking world!" At Carol's side again, I removed the ear buds, "Let me give these to Bonnie." I gave them a toss onto my pile of clothes. Bonnie smirked. "Ok, I'm going to move you over to your bed. You can feel free to talk or whatever. She won't hear us." Bonnie silently mouthed, 'You are such a liar.' She was loving every second of the deception. "Can I take the blindfold off?" "No, I can't throw out all the rules, but if you don't get too loud, she won't hear you." Bonnie was taking everything in. Every once in a while I had to turn around to check on her. If I hadn't had Carol on the bed in front of me, going back to Bonnie wouldn't have been a bad choice. Working with Carol was faster than Bonnie. Bonnie hadn't been sure what to expect, and I had to guide her, not that she hadn't been willing. If Carol didn't know what to expect, she certainly knew what she wanted. She took her own panties off and her legs were spread enticingly with almost no effort on my part. Bonnie mouthed, 'You are such a slut.' I positioned myself on the floor between her legs. Looking up the valley between her thighs, I could see her short trimmed pubic hair wet with the remnants of the fingering I had given her. The lips were puffy from the earlier workout, swollen and slightly parted. More of her lubricating nectar was glistening like clear honey. With her on her back, it was beginning to make a slow trail down toward her ass which was mostly hidden underneath. Seeing her ass gave me fresh ideas. Of course, this wasn't something I would do without giving her ample warning and not in front of anyone, even if it was a good friend. That didn't stop me from dipping a couple of fingers between her lips. I knew she'd enjoy it anyway. Carol moaned, "Unhhh that is so good." Then I withdrew the fingers and slid them down toward her butt. I moved quickly, so that she didn't have time to think about what was happening. When I got to the little tight puckered area, I pushed. It took only a second and my fingers were on the brink of entering her ass. Carol was shocked, "Huh, huh, Tyler, what are you doing? That's my ass." She squirmed, but I did not immediately allow her to escape. I couldn't keep the pretense going and relented. I didn't know how most girls felt about this, but I'd seen enough with Sis to know that I wouldn't do it this way. "Don't worry. I just wanted to give you a surprise. You're just a little too sure of yourself. Think you know what's coming. Besides, we'll talk about your ass later." Carol pouted, "If you really want, we can talk about my ass later, but no promises." Bonnie continued her silent commentary, 'Oh you are a slut.' If Bonnie couldn't be having sex, she seemed pretty content watching her friend. Her mouth was open. When I looked back she was urging me on silently, 'Go ahead. Do it.' "Come on Tyler. I'm ready for a repeat. Please, please." In spite of our history, I liked Carol. She made me feel good. I leaned forward placing my mouth close enough to exhale a hot breathe on her pussy. I heard Carol suck in a deep breath. I ran my tongue from just below her slit slowly up over her lips, applying pressure as I reached the mid-way point. Her lips gave way and my tongue went deeper. Carol moaned loudly. I took a breath, "That's it. Don't worry. No one can hear you," and I winked at Bonnie. "I don't care if she does hear." She continued to moan as I lapped and sucked at her pussy. Before long, she was cumming and crushing my head against her crotch. Knowing what came next, Bonnie stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my waist from behind, "Just checking the package," she whispered in my ear. "You're in good shape," and she squeezed me, "Now ride her." She mashed her lips against mine in a kiss, sucking and nibbling on my lower lip before backing up to watch the action. I turned back to Carol and crawled between her legs. I was plenty stiff thanks to the oral. It had almost as much effect on me as it had on Carol. I got close, "Carol, want to give me a hand?" "You're not blindfolded too are you? Or did you forget where it's at?" "Ok smart girl. I can take care of it," as I pulled back just enough to allow the head to dip below Carol's sex. With it low, I poked forward allowing it to nuzzle her backdoor. With a startled voice, "No, no. I got it," and her hand was immediately wrapped around my shaft pulling me away from the danger zone. This time, I pushed just enough to bury the head. Carol gasped as I suddenly parted her lips. I paused for an instant and then plowed into her in one rapid plunge. Carol's body arched, and she gasped in a deep breath, "Yessss. Oh God yes." Now I was pumping her as hard and fast as I could. I guess Bonnie couldn't be quiet any longer, "Ride her. She wants it." Carol partially sat up, "What? She talking. She's cheating. She took her blindfold off." I was still pumping although at a reduced speed as I listened to the two girls. Bonnie defended, "I am not cheating. He told me to." Carol's lips formed a round near circle, "What?" She stared at me in disbelief. My pumping slowed a little more. Both girls fell silent, and I continued my work. If Carol was angry, something between her legs seemed to be getting the better of her. I could hear a deep breath each time I buried myself. Grinning, Bonnie could see that Carol was losing interest in the argument, "Do you want to argue or get fucked?" A half smile formed as Carol lay back down, "All right. Fuck me," and her legs encircled my hips. Her heels locked in and she began helping. Each time I came forward, Carol's heels pressed into my buttocks forcing me deep. Maybe it was because I'd had so much sex today, but this time on top of Carol lasted ten minutes. I'd seen Sis lose it, and tonight I saw Carol lose it. By the time I shot my load, Carol was practically screaming with her arms around my back. I could feel her nails scraping across my back. From the foot of the bed, Bonnie yelled, "Carol. For God sake, be careful. He hasn't even healed from the first time." This jarred Carol enough that she became aware of what she was doing and stopped scratching my back. I breathed a sigh of relief as I finished my last tiny squirt. I stayed deep as long as I could. By the time I was slipping out, Carol was beginning to catch her breath. Her chest was heaving as she tried to calm down. Until now, it had never occurred to me that I could get so much sex that I'd lose my urge. But I had. I looked at both girls, "You two are awesome!" Carol had what I took for a naughty smile, "If you want to play another game, call me anytime." Bonnie's face had a huge smile, "Me too." As I looked from girl to girl, "You two know that our past is just that, past. I'm 100% ok with you. You don't owe me anything. You don't have to worry about making anything up to me. No more guilt." The girls stood on each side of me and both planted small kisses on my cheeks. They both misted up and hugged me. I returned it their hugs. "There's just one more thing." Time to keep my promise to Sis. Bonnie and Carol were surprised to hear, 'one more thing'. Carol spoke first, "But we thought you didn't want anything else. You said we didn't owe you anything." She seemed disappointed that I'd make a request after I had just pronounced us even. I looked from one to the other, "You don't owe it to me. You owe it to yourselves." They were confused. Bonnie's brows furrowed, "What are you talking about?" "The blow jobs. You girls need to quit doing it. The guys are taking advantage of you. I spoke to my sister, and she agrees. It's got to stop." Carol swallowed, "We can't stop." "Why on earth not? Just give them their God Damned jackets back and tell them to fuck off if they don't like it." Both girls were shocked at the forcefulness. Bonnie's eyes closed and her head slumped. She didn't look me in the eyes as she spoke, "We can't. We left out one thing about what happened to you." I stared from girl to girl. Carol continued, "We didn't know it at the time, but some of the guys saw what we did." Bonnie completed the story, "We can't stop because if we do, they'll tell everyone what we did. We'll probably be kicked out of school, off the team, all our friends will know what kind of people we are, and it'll get back to our parents." "Jesus. They blackmailed you? For three years?" Both girls slowly nodded. I thought about the situation. Sis was right. It was intolerable. I was beginning to like both of these girls, but it would have been horrible even if I hadn't liked them. "Ok, here is what we're going to do. You're going to give them their jackets back and tell them it's all over. If they say anything, I'll deny it ever happened. If I deny it, then it never happened, and they will have to explain how they were blackmailing you for blow jobs for three years. They have more to lose than you do." The two girls looked uncertain. I'm sure they felt like they have more than a little to lose. "Think about it, but if you don't take care of it this weekend, I'm writing a letter to the Principal Thomas next week." I hated backing them into a corner, but if they wouldn't do it, I needed to. It was my hope that they could do it for themselves. I just hoped I wouldn't lose two potential friends over it. There was pain and fear on Carol's face, "You mean it don't you?" "Yes. I do, but I really hope you can do it for yourselves." All thoughts of the great evening we'd had vanished. "I need to get dressed and get home. Call me if you need to talk about. I'm sure my sister would talk to you too." As I walked to my truck, Carol's parents arrived. They were surprised to see me leaving at this time of night. Carol's father approached, "So you know our daughter?" I Got Caught in Girls Underclothes Ch. 08 "Yes sir, sort of. We just started talking this week." "So, what do we call you?" "I'm Tyler. Tell Carol to call if she wants." My mood was down and I'm sure it showed on my face. It was easy for Carol's mother to see that something had not gone well tonight, "Are you ok son?" "I'm fine Ma'am. I'm sorry to just say hi and leave, but it's late and my sister is expecting me. She's going to be pi... upset with me too." Bad language seemed to flow more freely from my mouth tonight than it normally did. To be sure Carol and Bonnie knew someone was in the drive, I blew the horn on the truck twice as I backed out of the driveway. Carol told me later that they just barely managed to get their 'slut' clothes put away before her mother appeared in her bedroom door. She'd been concerned about my mood. 'Just wanted to check on you' was how Carol phrased it. Her dad had wanted to know what kind of asshole I was blowing my horn in the middle of the night. Carol and Bonnie had managed to get their regular clothes back on before her mother had made it to her room. Her dad had been a few steps behind. Carol said her mother took one smell of the bedroom air and turned her dad around immediately and drug him to bed. It was a little later when I got home than I expected. Even so, I was surprised to find Sis already in bed with the lights out. I left the lights out and crawled in bed behind her naked. It must have disturbed her, but she never moved. She was also in her PJs. Like the last time, she must be pissed at me. I hugged Sis gently and whispered, "Are you ok, Sis?" "I'm fine. Just tired. I'm going to get to sleep. You can tell me all about your adventures tomorrow." After that she never moved, and I didn't press it. It took a lot longer to go to sleep than usual, and I have no idea how long it was for Sis. Things were better when I woke. Sis seemed to have sorted things out and was eager to hear my story. I started the story as we drove to a nearby McDonald s and finished it while we ate our Egg Macs. "That's an amazing story. No one ever played games like that with me. Of course, I was never in a three way either." She seemed genuinely impressed. While we were eating breakfast and Carol's father was doing yard work, her mother had confronted her. Carol called as Sis and I were on a grocery run, to fill me in and thank me for blowing the horn. To avoid surprising her and to avoid having to repeat what was likely to be a long conversation, "Carol, I'm in the truck with Sis. I'm putting you on the speakerphone. You can say whatever you want. She's already heard most of it and she's cool." "Hi, Tyler's sister. You have a special brother." Sis' eyebrows, "He can be nice when he wants and you can call me Katherine. Sounds like you guys had a nice night." "It was special," and didn't elaborate. Carol proceeded to tell us all about her conversation with her mother. She said it was an inquisition, "Is that the boy you had sex with earlier this week? I didn't know she knew that. Did Bonnie have sex with him? Your room smelled of sex. You don't know how close your father came to finding out. He'd probably have chased Taylor down. Do you care for him? What kind of boy is he? I've never even heard you mention him. You didn't break up with him last night did you? We didn't even know you were seeing him. He looked unhappy. I thought you were going with Brad on the football team. Brads nice. What happened to him?" I had to answer some of her questions. "First of all, his name is Tyler, not Taylor. Second, Brad is not nice. He's a real dick and I'm giving him his jacket back later today. She probably thinks we had a three way last night. The only way I could get her to let it be was to promise to tell her everything next week. I think she'll wait until Tuesday. By then, maybe they'll already know. Bonnie and I talked about it after you left. We're going to give our jackets back and see if we can get the others to do the same." "Sounds like the next few days will be difficult, but I'm really proud of you two." Sis chimed in, "You're doing the right thing. These guys should be locked up! And for the record, according to my definition, you did have a three way last night." "No. Mostly we were just standing and couldn't even see or hear what was happening. Tyler only had one of us at a time." "You and Bonnie need to compare notes better. According to Tyler, Bonnie jerked him off while he was eating you out. That's a three way in my book." "Jesus Tyler. You could leave out a little. I didn't even know that." She paused, apparently thinking, "I've got to go think about how to tell mom what happened without telling her what happened, especially not a three way or about the game. I was hoping not to lie to her." With a tone that befitted a girl with an impossible task, "It was nice talking to you Katherine. Tyler, can I call you tomorrow? Bonnie and I may both need someone to talk to." "Actually, I'd be disappointed if you didn't call me. And if you need, call me anytime, no matter when it is." "We're big girls. We'll be fine," but she didn't say it with any conviction. Carol hung up, and it was just Sis and I again. "Your girl friends are going to have a hard time the next few days. I don't envy them if they have to tell this to their parents. If all this stuff comes out, it could get pretty messy for everyone, including us. Mom and Dad will hear. You're in decent shape. You gave them good advice, and really you're the wronged party here. So it's not all bad for you." For some reason, I didn't think any of the parents involved would share Sis's point of view, not even Mom and Dad. Sis finished off with something to make me nervous, "I'd like to listen in when you have to explain the three way. You know her parents will probably be beating down our front door to talk to Mom and Dad." I knew she was kidding. At least I hoped she was, and she'd sewn seeds. What if Mom and Dad heard about some of this stuff? Generally, I'm in favor of the truth, but this might be a situation where a 'modified version' of the truth would be best. Now if I just knew how the modified version went. "Hopefully, it will never come up. At least you're in the clear. No one knows anything about you. You don't have to worry. No one will ever hear it." She hugged me, "Thanks. I know." I looked at Sis, "How do you think the truth would go down? Hi Mom. Hi Dad. You know that problem I had with girls. Good news. I'm over it. Met a couple of hotties and had a three way while you were gone. How was the trip?" Sis laughed, "I'll bring flowers to your funeral." At this point, she was showing no sympathy. "None of this would have happened if you had just stayed home and fucked your sister." I knew better than telling her that that wouldn't have bothered me. I was confused about Sis. One minute she was pissed at me for doing what she was preparing me for, and the next she was telling me how great I was doing. I liked her teasing better. At least I knew that sister. Ten minutes later I was pushing a shopping cart through Fry's as Sis scanned the aisles, "I don't want Mom to have to shop first thing when she gets home." That had never crossed my mind. Before we finished shopping, Sis's cell rang and Mom and Dad's picture popped up. "So, how are you guys doing? Have you needed us?" Sis, "Putting you on speaker. We're at Fry's doing a little shopping. When are you guys going to be home?" I butted in, "Hi Mom. Hi Dad. We've been wondering where you guys are at that you can't be reached by cell, and what you've been doing?" Dad spoke up, "That was my doing. Your mother was in favor of telling you, but I was a little embarrassed." Mom, "Oh come on dear. Just tell them." "We've been sailing." "Sailing? On a cruise?" "Not a cruise ship, a 40 foot catamaran! You probably don't know it, but I've always wanted to try it and your mother finally convinced me that it wasn't frivolous. I wouldn't do it unless she came to, so here we are in San Diego. We didn't set foot on dry land for 6 days! It was amazing, and your mother is a real sailor." I think stoked would have been a good word for Dad. "Were you out there by yourself?" Sis was concerned about two amateurs, our parents, on the ocean by themselves. Dad was proud of this, "No. That's the beauty of it. We went to an ASA school in San Diego. That's the American Sailing Association. It's the first in the series. They don't leave you alone so you're always supervised. Safe as can be." Mom's priorities are different than Dad's, "So, how have you two done. Are you two getting along ok? Were there any problems?" Sis took over which was probably for the best. I didn't want to let something slip, and she had probably given more thought to this, "We're doing great. Tyler took care of the lawn yesterday. We're shopping now so you won't have to. I have some laundry to do, but that's no biggie. I'll have it done before you get here. We actually talked. Turns out I have a nice brother," and she winked at me. "When should we expect you home?" Mom sounded pleased, "That's really nice to hear. Brothers and sisters should be close. Since things are going so well, we need to ask you something." Both of us responded, "Sure, anything." Dad started to ask. It was obvious this was for him, "Look, we hate to ask this and we've been worried about you with this being the first time we've left you for a week with no way to reach us. If you have any doubts, just tell us." Sometimes Dad need's prompting, "We're doing great. Ask whatever you want." "Well, they're offering another class. It starts tomorrow and we wouldn't be back until next Saturday. It's the one that follows the one we just finished. We'd like to do it unless it would be a problem for you guys. What do you think?" I looked at Sis and raised my brows, "That would be great!" Sis gave me an evil eye, "What my thoughtless brother meant to say is you guys deserve it. We're doing fine, and I can tolerate him for another week. Who would have thought there was an adult lurking behind that game controller?" Dad beamed, "You guys are the best. I didn't think this past week through very well. Let me give you a phone number for the sailing school. You couldn't get us directly, but they could probably radio a message to us. Not perfect but not bad. I'll text it." Mom cut in, "If we're going to do this, we need to register A S A P, so we need to go. I... we will miss you." "See you in eight days!" I could hear the excitement in Dad's voice. We said our good byes, "Bye guys. We love you. Now go register!" When we'd hung up, Sis gave me a short lecture, "The trick to hiding things from parents is to not give them reason to think about it. If you sound eager, they get suspicious." Then she parroted back some of my conversation with a little extra thrown in for illustration, "That would be great. We'd love you gone for another week. We're not doing anything you'd be interested in. Do you think they might have noticed you were pretty anxious to have them gone another week?" When she put it that way, I could see that I might have been obvious. "Sorry. How did you learn all this stuff?" "You get a lot of practice if you want to sneak out on dates before you're supposed to be dating, and if that three way comes up, you'll have to do better than that." Suddenly I was very sympathetic to Carol's situation with her mother. "We're going to need to do a little more shopping if you and I want to eat this coming week. I was just planning on a couple of days until Mom got settled." Sis started back over the aisles. "Ok and when we get back in the truck, I need to ask you a favor for this week." One of Sis's eyebrows dropped a little. That was her suspicious look, "Ok, when we're in the truck." On the way home, "So what is this favor you want to ask? You know I've already taught you everything I know and some stuff I didn't know." "Well, this week has been... there's no other way to say it. It's been awesome. I owe you. But I've been thinking about it. Sex has been great, but it's all been charity sex. If you hadn't felt sorry for me or Carol and Bonnie didn't have guilty consciences, none of it would have happened. I don't want it to stop, but I don't know what to do with girls that don't owe me something or feel sorry for me." "I think you're selling yourself short. What you said is true, but all you needed was a little push. That's what I did, and I think if you were to ask Carol and Bonnie both of them would say nothing but good things about you. You just need your confidence." "You're my sister so you have to say that, but what I want you to do is teach me what to do with girls. I was an inch away from running out on them last night, scared to death." I hadn't told this part of the story to Sis, too embarrassed or ashamed. When we got home and had the groceries put away, Sis took me to the living room and forced me into an arm chair and sat in front of me on the floor with her legs folded under her. "Ok. Now tell me about last night, what you didn't tell me before." After I explained how I'd flashed back, Sis stood and crawled on top of me in the chair. Her feet hung over one chair arm and she lay on her side curled up on my chest. I put my arms around her and she took one of my hands, raised her shirt, and placed it on one of her breasts, "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but you know you're past that now. You and the girls got closure last night." When she finished speaking, her head swiveled, and she began tenderly nibbling at my neck. "I think you're right. We did get closure, but I still need you to help me." In the back of my mind, I wondered how Sis was to get closure. Did she need it to move on? Without removing her mouth from my neck, "Mmm, ok. I'll try, but I may know more about sex than relationships," and she continued mouthing my neck. She had gotten more insistent with the nibbling. "Are you giving me another hickey?" "Maybe." "Maybe my ass. I can feel it!" Sis could be infuriating. "Do you want me to stop?" "Do what you want, but you better do it quick," and I picked her up and carried to the stairs on my way to her bed. At the bed, the neck nibbling stopped when I threw her on the bed. Before she stopped bouncing, I was on top of her. I sat astride her hips allowing enough room to grab her blouse and begin sliding it up her body. "What makes you think I'm going to let you do this? Last week was all I planned on doing." I stared at her eyes and the quirky little smile on her lips and continued to tug at her blouse. It hung, caught under her body and the bulge of her breasts. Her words suggested one thing, but when she arched her back to allow me to continue pulling her blouse up, I knew she was not planning on holding back, just as she had originally promised. Sis didn't always play fair. I descended on her neck intending to give her a hickey to match what she'd just done to me, "Not my neck. You know we can't both have visible hickeys." "Crap Sis. That's not fair. You know I'm not always going to stop. Just you wait and see." I settled lower and began mouthing a breast, sometimes sucking at the nipple and sometimes sucking as if to give her a hickey. I had planned on stopping short, but Sis pushed once too far, "Not my breasts. I won't be able to wear a bathing suit." "That's it! I'm going to go look at my neck, and if they're big, all bets are off." I stood up to go to the bathroom to inspect my neck but as I stood, I could envision Sis locking the door behind me. To head this off, I leaned over her and ran an arm under her. After a considerable amount of squirming and squealing on Sis's part, she was over my shoulder, head to the rear. Sis was struggling to escape, but I was just too big for her, "That's just not fair. You're bigger than me. You can't do this." I'd been down this road before, "Can and will." As I said it, I gave her ass a good slap. "Ow. You brute." "Keep struggling and I'll give you some more of that," and I gave her another swat. This one was not as hard, but I couldn't let on that she was safe. The first slap was as hard as I could bear to hit her, and I couldn't do that twice. Sis grunted, "Ok. I'll be still. Just let me down and I'll stay put." "Good try, but no way. 'Too easy Tyler' is through being easy." In the mirror, I could see two large hickeys, "Ok that's it. I'm paying you back two for one. I'll give you a few choices about where they go since I'm a nice guy." Back in the bedroom, I threw her on the bed again. As soon as she hit, I grabbed an ankle. Sis looked around like a cornered animal. It was difficult with Sis squirming and fighting, but I managed to get her pants and panties off. The sandals were nothing. With Sis naked, I knew if I let her go, she'd rabbit and corralling her again would be a challenge, so I straddled her and began taking off my clothes. She stared at me defiantly as I started removing my clothes. My pants were a puzzle I solved by flipping Sis on her stomach and laying across her from the side. We were back to back, perpendicular. My weight was too much for her to move unless I helped her, and I wasn't going to do that. I raised my butt enough to slip my pants and underwear down to my ankles. With a little maneuvering, I was completely naked. I flipped Sis back over. Her face was wild. Maybe I'd gone too far. Sis grinned, "You're on to all my tricks. You win this one, but can we put off the hickey discussion until after you fuck me. That was something!" Sis opened her legs, and I crawled between them. I examined her face to make sure we were on the same page. For me, the struggle had all been play, and a lot of fun. "Ok Sis. Truth! Are you ok with this?" In answer, she took my hand and pulled it to her now bristly patch, "See for yourself." She bit her lower lip and moaned as I slid a finger between her lips. Her hips moved in response. We were on the same page. "Good." I slid the head between her wet lips feeling the stubbly bristles prick at me as I entered, "Remind me you need a shave." Sis grinned, and I spent the next six or seven minutes watching Sis as I brought the two of us to our climaxes. Hers started shortly after mine. I think mine triggered hers. Afterwards, I confessed to Sis, "I was afraid this might be over." "Well, I hadn't expected it to go past this weekend, but there's probably no reason to stop now. I doubt that it would make everything alright with Mom and Dad or our friends if we quit now. It's too late to undo what we've done, and I wouldn't want to anyway." "You won't feel bad about it? I know it was just charity and I'm fine now." "No. I promise I'm fine. I've actually enjoyed myself. Now, about those hickeys. Does it have to be four? I just did two and I really don't have four good places for them. Isn't one on each boob good enough?" "No. Gotta be four. You sure I can't do your neck? That would just be two. Everyone's going to see mine." I wasn't happy about that. I looked down her body giving a lustful look at her bare pussy. "I can think of a place where they won't be seen unless you go to a nude beach." Sis cringed, "Noooo. Not there. It's too sensitive. Can't we work something out?" "Well, I can think of one other place, and conveniently, there are two very nice spots for hickeys, and unless you take your bottom off, no one will see." I knew I had her. She'd lost, and she'd intentionally marked my neck where everyone would see. Time for a little sweet payback. "You mean... my butt?"