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Double or Nothing

By: jerrys1



It was July 4th weekend and my wife Cindy of about four years, and I were at a park with a friend his name is Rich. We were chilling out drinking a beer and talking. His wife Lisa was at her parents out of state visiting for a couple of weeks. 

After a couple of hours we decided to go back to our apartment and my Rich and I would play some video games, while Cindy got a short nap. Now Cindy and I started out as best friends and are still to this day best friends. We have been married now for almost 24 years. Anyway after about a half hour or so Cindy called me into the bedroom.

When I walked into the bedroom I asked what she needed, she smiled devilishly at me and said double or nothing. Now I knew she was a little tipsy so I sat next to her and asked her if she knew what she was asking for. She assured me she did, wow. We talked about it for awhile and Cindy was very horny and wanted a threesome with Rich and I. Rich is tall blonde and kind of lean, not skinny but not stocky, just solid.

I was so turned on that I agreed it would be fun. I went back in the living room and Rich was still playing the game, man was he in for a shock. I told him that Cindy wanted both of us to service her at the same time, he just looked at me with his mouth hanging open. It was no secret that he wanted her. Cindy is a beautiful woman and a body to match. I've often seen him trying to get a peek at her 36d tits and man what an ass. Her brown hair was a highlight of her big brown eyes. She is still a great looker and her ass is better than ever.

Rich was very nervous about the whole thing, not knowing how I would react was a big concern, but I assured him it was ok. I said all is fair unless she says no and I already told him that anal was out of the question. He was good with the rules so far, and followed me into the bedroom. Cindy was covered up with a sheet but I helped her undress before I went to get Rich. I sat on the end of the bed and he was at the head of the bed looking down into her sex crazed eyes. 

Then he asked if she really wanted to have a threesome. Cindy reached out and grabbed his already hard cock thru his jeans and said yes. He then bent down and started kissing her as his hand went for her tits and started to massage them. She moaned her approval and started to unzip his jeans to free what she wanted. I could see by the way she was rubbing him that she was pleased with his size and wanted it.

Then I climbed up on the bed at her feet and pulled the sheet down to her ankles. Rich looked up and just said oh man, this is going to be good. I started rubbing her legs a little as she opened them to give me better access. I enjoy teasing her so my hand just eased up her leg to her inner thigh but not to her sweet snatch. Then as he was tweaking her rock hard nipples I let my hand just brush her labia and this drove her wild. Her hips would rise every time my hand got close to her tight little pussy.  

Then I saw that she had gotten his cock out and he was trying to get his jeans off and not interrupt what she was doing. Cindy kissed the head of his cock and licked down the shaft to the base and then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. I thought he was done right there. Then she licked her way back up and engulfed his cock, man she looked good giving head. Rich let out an Oh My God your good, and Cindy grabbed my hand and squeezed a thank you at me.

Now I started to go to work on her cunt with my finger just sliding into her to the second digit and swirreling it around a little, as she whimpered and moaned for more. Her legs opened wider as Rich slid his hand down her stomach and to her snatch. He started to caress her clit while I slipped another finger into her tight little cunt. I saw that he was sucking on her tits like they would be his last, and then she had her first orgasm, she tensed up and squealed a little and shuddered. As all this was going on she was still wanting to get his cock back into her mouth so he moved so he could look at her cunt while she sucked his cock. I started to kiss her pussy lips while I fingered her. 

Then I stuck my tongue in her, and she moaned while she sucked his cock. She was as hot, and horny as hell. Her pussy tasted so good and man was she wet. I licked her pussy while he played with her very needy tits. After a couple of minutes I noticed that her breathing was getting heavier and she was starting to build up another orgasm. When it came I thought she was going to drown me, she came hard into my mouth. She just squirmed and whimpered as she came. When it was done she rubbed her cunt a little and smiled. 

Then she wanted to be fucked, so I let my guest have her sweet pussy first, and it was wet and ready. Cindy laid back with her legs spread wide as Rich crawled between them. He leaned down and kissed her clit, and started kissing up to her tits as he guided his cock to the opening of her soaked pussy. He placed the head of his cock into the opening of her cunt and just left it there for a moment. Then he looked her in the eyes and asked what she wanted. Cindy wiggled her ass a little and said don't tease me anymore please. At that he covered her mouth with his and drove his cock all the way home in one thrust. Cindy let out a groan and pulled him tight into her and just held him there. I think she had to let her pussy adjust to such an awakening. 

Then as they kissed Rich started to slowly pump in and out of her, pulling almost all the way out and then easing back into her. Their kiss was so passionate that I thought they would melt together. Rich was doing a good job of fucking Cindy, but she knew that Rich and I were going to wear her cunt out. They parted and I could see his wet cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Every time he pulled out, you could hear her pussy slurp from being so wet. Cindy wrapped her legs around his waist and started pulling him into her harder and faster, Rich met her with increasingly powerful thrusts. Then he laid down into her and they started kissing again as his thrusts got faster and harder until they were bouncing on the bed like a couple of wrestlers. 

Rich started to breathe harder and Cindy knew he was getting ready to give her pussy a bath from the inside, so she grabbed his ass and rode it out with him and she came with him. Cindy kept pulling him into her and told him to leave it all in her not to let any spill out. She wanted our cum in her. As they slowly came down from their orgasm he just laid on her and ground his cock into her as they kissed again. They looked so hot together.

Rich rolled off of her and sat at the head of the bed. Cindy got on her knees and took his cock into her hand while I took my place behind her. She spread her legs for me and as I slid into her well oiled cunt, she moaned and took his cock back into her mouth. She came up and said how good their juices tasted together and she couldn't wait to taste all three together. Then she went back to work on him. I started to slide in and out as she whimpered from being spread a little wider. She started to buck back against me and her ass looked so sweet I just had to stick my thumb in her as I fucked her. That's when she really started to slam back into me. I guess she got a little too good for him at that point and while I pounded her from the rear with a thumb in her tight ass he blasted a nut into her waiting mouth. She didn't spill a drop of his nectar.

Then she laid her head in his lap and whimpered and moaned while I had the pleasure of pounding her cunt. I felt her cunt tense up and she started to milk my dick so I knew I was in trouble. My nuts started to tighten and she came just as I did man that was an intense nut. All I could do is keep pounding her while her pussy sucked my dick like a pro. But I wanted more of her so I just stayed in her and she moved her ass back and forth on my cock as she massaged my balls between her legs.

Soon I was hard again but Cindy wanted to taste all our juices together, so she pushed me back and spun around and took my cock into her mouth and gave me the best blow job I've ever had. Her pussy was open and facing Rich so he stuck two fingers in her and finger fucked her while she sucked my cock. When we both came again he pulled his fingers out and let her lick them. We spent the rest of the day and most of the night fucking and sucking, just the three of us, but that's another story by itself. I can't wait to write it.

Double or Nothing



It was bowling night for Jeff Tailor and his friends from the football team, and the crew was making the most of their first week of freedom as high school graduates. There was so much whooping and high-fiving going on that Jeff didn't notice the girl in the lane beside him until they were halfway through the first game. It was Melody Spincer, his next door neighbor and long-time nemesis. They caught eyes before he could look away and both gave the usual mutual sneer of disrespect.

Jeff and Melody had grown up together, their houses right across the street. They had been best friends from the early years to the early teen years, playing together from dawn to dusk most every chance they got. They were both good athletes and shared a competitive spirit, which sometimes lead to knock down drag out fights, though they were always friends again within a few days.

As they became teenagers they began to drift apart, and by the time they were in high school they had become like night and day. Jeff hit a growth spurt and was 6'4 and over 200 pounds by his freshman year, and became a big time football player. He liked to fish and hunt and was a man's man. Melody was a 5'8, 120 pound spitfire, a top notch gymnast and environmental activist. During the high school years it seemed liked they were constantly on opposing sides of everything, so they were in constant confrontation mode. In fact, everybody in school was well aware of the ongoing, they called it the Tail-Spin feud. Now that they were both 18 and graduated from high school, they had little chance for future interaction.

As fate would have it, they both ended up in position to bowl right beside each other at the same time. They couldn't help but acknowledge each other.

"Hello Melody," he mumbled.

"Hello Jeff," she answered. 

They both started forward at the same time and then stopped. Jeff stepped back and gave a gentlemanly sweep of the hand.

"Ladies first," he said with a grim smile.

Melody nodded politely and set up to bowl again. Just as she was getting ready for the first step forward she stopped and got a mischievous look on her face. She looked sideways at Jeff.

"Best ball wins a turtle ride," she challenged.

Jeff looked blankly at her for a second, and then gradually an image formed in his head and a smile came slowly to his face. A turtle ride was something they used to do when they were kids - the rider would get on the other one's back to carry them across the creek. Jeff was smiling at both the memory and the ridiculous image of Melody carrying him on her back.

"You're on," he grinned.

Melody lined up and rolled her ball smoothly down the lane like a pro, curving it in from the side. Though the ball was in perfect position, somehow one pin remained standing. Still, when she walked back she looked pretty confident.

"Nine pins," she said. "I've been watching you bowl, you'd be lucky to get five."

Jeff feigned seriousness. "But that was before I knew the stakes," he said. "A turtle ride is no laughing matter."

He stumbled down the lane with all the finesse of a blind rhino, let the ball loose too late and sent it crashing down in the middle of the lane. In an act of random stupid luck, the ball somehow found a way to take out all ten pins, making Jeff the winner.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he sauntered back towards Melody, who stood with her hands on her hips and her mouth hanging wide open. 

"It's all in the wrist," he said smugly. He pointed to her shirt and added, "too bad you only eat vegetables, with a little more protein you may have gotten that last pin down."

Melody looked down at the shirt she was wearing and blushed. Vegetarians Do It Better, it read. She had been a dedicated vegetarian since she turned 15. She felt her blood boil as she recalled a rather spirited debate she had with Jeff over the subject in debate class. Melody had argued that vegetarians were better for the environment, while Jeff argued that meat eating was necessary for human survival.

A few frames later they both ended up beside each other ready to bowl again. Jeff was looking the other way to hide a smug grin, but as he was standing there he felt a determined tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Melody looking at him sweetly.

"How 'bout double or nothing?" she asked.

Jeff had another flashback to youth. Back when they were kids, Jeff and Melody had a standing agreement on bets that allowed the loser to request double or nothing. If the loser lost the new bet, they would have to pay double, but if they won, they owed nothing.

"I'll take that bet," he said. "But I get to set the stakes."

"Fine," she answered. 

Jeff thought for a moment before answering. "Okay, if I win this, you have to wear my favorite shirt around for a day."

"What does your favorite shirt say?" she asked.

"Meat lovers have more fun," he grinned.

Melody grimaced. "Whatever, there is no way I'm losing again."

Unfortunately, the pressure got the better of her and she threw a weak ball that only knocked down seven pins. Jeff stepped up with nothing to lose and threw a horrible looking ball that somehow managed to knock down eight pins, leaving the two in opposite corners. Melody had lost again, but she was already planning ahead.

"Double or nothing you can't finish that spare," she challenged. 

"Hmm, the seven-ten split is practically impossible, so the stakes will have to be high," he said. "I'll tell you what, if I win, you have to change into my shirt in front of me."

Without thinking of the implications of that, Melody just shrugged. "Go for it, you're never going to make that shot."

She knew it was a safe bet. He also knew he didn't have a chance, he expected to lose. But they were both wrong. Somehow Jeff's ball caught the seven pin at just the right angle to send it sliding over to nick the ten pin. They both watched the ten pin slowly teeter back and forth and then fall down. Jeff's pals and everyone who saw it roared with approval—and they didn't even know about the bet he'd won.

Melody turned three shades of red as she realized what she'd done.

"Let's see," said Jeff. "A turtle ride, you have to wear my shirt for a day, and I get to see you topless...I'm not such a lousy bowler after all."

Melody seethed all the way back to her chair. It was several frames before she recovered enough to think straight. Jeff was trying not to be smug, but everytime he looked at her he couldn't help laughing. He had finished bowling and was packing up to leave when Melody walked up and stuck a little finger into his chest.

"Ping pong," she said. Tomorrow noon. My house." Then she stomped off.

Jeff's friends, who knew they didn't get along, asked what that was all about, but Jeff didn't even hear them. He was remembering another childhood rule they had—no matter what the bet was, the loser could bail out of it by winning at Ping Pong. He couldn't help smiling thinking about some of the epic games that had taken place in her playroom. Most, he remembered, she had won.

The next day at noon Jeff showed up at the appointed time at Melody's house. Melody answered the door herself, and Jeff immediately recognized an early strategy — distraction. She was wearing short silky shorts and a cutoff shirt that showed off her toned abs, and she smelled deliciously of a light fresh perfume. Her summer tan looked awesome, and she smiled sweetly at him.

"How very nice to see you Jeffrey," she said, using the name he hadn't heard in 10 years. "I'm looking forward to playing some ping pong." She turned and led the way in, giving Jeff an eyeful of eye candy.

He had not been in Melody's house in many years, but he remembered the way to the game room, so he could watch her instead of watching where he was going. As Jeff watched her walking in front of him it struck him that he had never really noticed what a hot little body she had. Usually when he looked at her he was too irritated to notice. 

"Wow, I remember this place being a lot bigger," Jeff said as they walked into the playroom. 

"Would you like a cold one?" Melody asked, pointing to a bucket filled with ice and beer.

"Ah... are your folks home?" Jeff asked nervously.

"Out of town for two weeks," she said. "Please have one."

"That's ok," Jeff winked. "I want to be at my best for this."

"Okay then, let's play," Melody said, tossing him a paddle.

"Wait, first we have to establish what the stakes are, you have to double up," Jeff said. "Last time I checked, you owe me a turtle ride, you have to wear my shirt for a day, and you.. uh, you have to take your shirt off in front of me."

"Hmm, so I would have to really raise the stakes from there wouldn't I," Melody said. She walked over to him and stood right in front of him. "I'll tell you what, double or nothing, if you win you get to see me ... completely naked."

Jeff felt the blood leave his head as he heard the words. He stood in stunned, cold sweat silence as Melody turned and walked slowly away from him. "Maybe I will have that beer," he said.

Melody smiled. Her plan was working perfectly.

So perfectly, in fact, that she was ahead 7 - 1 by the time Jeff had finished his second beer and realized they were playing. She was wearing him out—not from the ping pong, but from sauntering around the table, bending over, even blowing on the balls before serving. He was putty in her hands. All he could think about was her being naked, and that wasn't helping his game.

He did make up a little ground, but she was up 15-9 when there was a dramatic, long point. She was sending him running back and forth and finally hit a huge slam, which he somehow managed to dive and hit, sending a long, high shot, that by some miracle came down and glanced off the very corner of the table.

From that point on, she froze up, and he could do no wrong. When the final point ended with him winning 21-19, she hurled her paddle across the room and screamed. So much for the sex kitten ploy.

Jeff could hardly believe he won, he had fully expected to lose. He stood with a stupid grin and watched her jumping around in a fury, and couldn't help noticing how sexy she looked. He decided to be a gentleman about it.

"Melody, you don't have to pay off that bet, it was just a joke," he said.

She looked at him with eyes or irrational fury. "No way," she hollered, coming over to stand right in front of him again. "We are going double or nothing again."

Jeff was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. He felt bad about winning the bet, but he was also becoming very aroused by this angry little vixen standing in front of him, especially when he envisioned her getting naked for him. So aroused that his gym shorts began to show it, and for a second he thought she noticed. Her head was about chest high on him when they were both standing.

She reached up to put a finger into his chest. "Double or nothing, here's the bet," she said. "If you go 100% vegetarian for one week, don't eat any meat, then I'll let you..."

Her voice trailed off in a mixture of anger and confusion as she looked for the right words. Then she looked down at the bulge in his shorts.

"I'll let you put it anywhere," she said.

"It?" Jeff said.

Melody looked down again, so there would be no doubt. "It," she answered.

"Anywhere?" Jeff asked.

"Anywhere," she answered.

A few hours later, Jeff was still sitting on the curb in front of his house, looking toward Melody's house. His shock came on multiple levels. He had been offered the chance to screw the neighbor that he had hated for many years, any way he saw fit. But he had to go without meat for a week. He had no sooner started the clock on the deal before his mind became dominated by two thoughts. One thought had him pounding Melody with a merciless grudge fuck. The other thought was sitting in front of a dripping cheeseburger.

Over the course of the next week, his mind was preoccupied with variations of those two thoughts. One night he even dreamed about screwing her while eating a chicken biscuit. 

Melody didn't make it any easier for him. One night she sent over a pepperoni pizza. Another night she had a bunch of friends over and cooked hot dogs on the grill—in the front yard. She even followed him to a restaurant, hoping to catch him cheating, and she paid the waitress $20 to bring him a juicy ribeye instead of the salad he had ordered.

But Jeff was resolute, and stayed the course for a full week. In fact, he was rather surprised at how much better he felt going vegetarian, he had expected it would make him weak and tired.

So exactly one week after making the fateful double or nothing bet, at 5 pm on a rainy summer day, the doorbell rang on Melody's house, and there stood Jeff, looking like a kid on Christmas morning, albeit without turkey for dinner.

Melody answered the door in a silky short robe, and Jeff was impressed that she hadn't tried to uglify herself in an effort to get him to opt out of the bet. She looked very cute, though she had a somewhat ill, resigned look on her face.

"I have not eaten meat for a week," he said.

"Let's just get this over with," she said, turning to walk into the house.

She led him upstairs to her room, which looked only vaguely familiar to him. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him.

"Okay, well, I guess..." she started. "Where do you want to put it?" 

Jeff was nervous and uncomfortable, but he couldn't help chuckling. "You sure know how to sweet talk a guy," he smiled.

He took a deep breath. "Look Melody, you've proved your point, I know you are good for paying off the bet, but I'm not going to ask you to do this, it was all in fun."

She interrupted him almost before he was finished. "No way Jeff, I honor my bets," she stammered, fire in her eyes. 

Damn, she was still as stubborn and hard-headed as she was ten years ago, he thought. "I don't want you to do something you don't want to do," he said.

"I don't want to do it, I have to do it," she glared. "Now take off your clothes."

It wasn't a request, and Jeff suddenly decided he didn't have a choice. He stripped down to his boxers and stood in front of her. 

Melody may have been angry about losing the bet, but seeing Jeff in front of her in his boxers practically took her breath away. He was tall, tan and perfectly toned and muscular. She couldn't help but let her eyes move up and down, slowly taking him in. At some point during the past week, as it had become apparent that she was going to lose, she had decided she might as well go ahead and enjoy it. She was already enjoying just looking at him.

After a few moments of standing in silence, she reached in front of her and loosened the tie on her robe, moved it slowly open, and then shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it slide away to the floor. She stood in front of him, completely nude.

Jeff was totally stunned. He was stunned first by the sudden realization that this was really happening, and secondly by the awareness that Melody had an absolutely amazing body. Her breasts were fabulous, bigger than he expected and beautifully shaped. Her tone stomach led down to athletic hips and legs. Her whole body was completely perfect. His eyes moved slowly over every inch of her. The erotic moment was multiplied by the fact that he knew that the fabulous little body in front of him was at his full beck and call.

"Well?" her voice broke the long silence.

"Melody, you are absolutely stunning," he stammered, after closing his gaping mouth.

"I know that," she said. "I mean, where do you want....to put...it?"

Jeff was still too stunned to say anything, as his mind ran through all the different options available to him.

After a few moments of mouth gaping, Melody walked over to him smiling. "It looks like I'm going to need to help you out," she said.

She slipped her fingers inside his boxers and pulled them down for him. Halfway down, she caught a full glimpse of Jeff's fully erect package and she gasped.

Melody had not seen a lot of cocks in her lifetime. A few live, quite a few of all sizes on the internet. But she was not prepared for this. 

Jeff was big. Even for a 6'4, 250 pound man, his cock was bigger than her wildest imagination. She felt her knees go weak, and she knelt down in front of him and looked with awe upon him. Her eyes glazed over, and as her eyes traced over his nude body, she became fully aware of the fact that the perfect male specimen was standing naked in her room. And he had a very big, very nice cock, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it.

Jeff broke the silence. "I think I'd like to put it in your hand," he said.

It took Melody a few seconds to snap out of her trance and obey his simple command. Still on her knees, she reached forward with her little hand. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were huge as her thin, delicate fingers came into contact with the rock hard monster. Her touch caused his cock to twitch, which made her jump and then giggle. Mesmerized, she reached out again, and she took him into her hand, maintaining a light grip as she moved her hand up to the top of the shaft, and then all the way back down to the base. 

Watching her little hand lightly stroking him, Jeff had completely forgotten to breathe. The lightness of her touch was almost ticklish, and he fought the urge to twitch again.

Melody could feel him throbbing, and she gradually increased the pressure on her grip each time she moved her hand up and down the shaft. He may have won the bet, but she was currently in full control. She slid forward a bit, moving her face to within a few inches of him, and put her other hand on his cock, and then both hands were working up and down, and when she looked up at him he moaned his satisfaction.

Being a horny young teen he knew he wouldn't last long, and when she quickened her pace jerking him off he could feel his orgasm coming. He tried to warn her with a groan, but it was too late.

He exploded, shooting off into the air, into her hands, all over her. He was too caught up in the moment to control it at all, he nearly passed out and was unable to see for a few seconds. When he gained some control of his faculties and looked down, there was Melody on her knees in front of him, her hands, her chest, part of her face covered. Her mouth was open and she looked like she was both stunned and furious.

"Melody, I'm sorry, I lost control," he stammered, waiting for the inevitable tirade.

She looked up at him for a few seconds, and then the furious angry look melted into an almost satisfied grin. "That's ok," she said. "It happens."

To his stunned surprise, Melody then rubbed the fluid from her hands over her chest, and then reclined back in front of him. Completely caught up in the moment, she put on a sexy show, rubbing his cum all over her torso, and even making a show of licking it off her fingers.

Now it was Jeff's turn to be mesmerized. His former arch nemesis, suddenly turned into a sexual vixen, laying in front of him covering herself in his cum. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"I'm kinda enjoying this whole sexual slave thing," Melody said softly. "Tell me where you want to put it next."

As she said it, she put a finger in her mouth and let it slide out very, very slowly, her eyes on him the whole time. Jeff gasped, and realized quickly that he had already become aroused again. It didn't take him long to answer. "I want it in your mouth," he said.

Some kind of switch had gone off in Melody, and she had gone from hating Jeff's guts to being incredibly aroused at being his pleasure toy. She rose to her knees again and brought her little mouth down onto his cock. Despite her best effort, she could only take about half of him in, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm. Jeff was stunned and shocked watching how hungrily she sucked on him, moaning and cooing as she licked his head and then plunged him deep into her mouth.




Double or Nothing



Suddenly he pulled away, then reached down and grabbed her with both hands by the waist. Like a rag doll, he lifted her roughly into the air, her legs splayed apart, and moved her crotch into place just above his cock. He lifted her up a few feet, and then came back down, almost touching his giant cock. He did this several times, lifting her higher each time, as if lining her up to smash her down onto his cock.

Melody's eyes were wide with horror. From the moment she had seen how big he was, she had been dreading this. Her plan was to exhaust him from her hands and mouth, but it seemed clear that he had caught on, and now she was going to be punished for losing the bet. Punished deeply. 

He had lifted her up high, and held her in the air. She took one last look at the tool that would be rammed into her, closed her eyes and prepared herself for a world of hurt. 

But instead of being thrust down, she suddenly felt herself lifted further in the other direction. Before she knew what had happened, she was 10 feet in the air, straddling Jeff's face. She opened her eyes to look down on him, and he winked at her, and then he gently slid his tongue into her. He was going down on her, except that down was up.

The effect was immediate. Her whole body shuddered. Ordinarily she would be horrified to be in such a precarious position, her head ten feet above the floor and her legs sitting on top of his shoulders. But he was so strong and agile, she felt quite safe and incredibly aroused. It helped that he was surprisingly deft with his tongue.

So deft that before long he had Melody wriggling uncontrollably on his face. She had her legs wrapped tightly around his head and her hands were in his hair, and she was riding him with her back arched and eyes closed. If she had fallen six feet to the floor she wouldn't have known it.

Then her whole body melted into an intense orgasm, and she went limp. Her upper body, held carefully by Jeff, drifted backwards until she was hanging upside down. Jeff's tongue was still planted inside her, and his arms were holding her tight against him. As she slowly regained consciousness, she realized that from her upside down position, Jeff's cock was just inches from her mouth. She ravenously took him back into her mouth, part from passion and part from future self preservation. She couldn't take a chance on putting that erect thing inside her.

Luckily, his strength and her training as a gymnast made it easy for her to complete the standing reverse 69, and Jeff was even able to walk them over to the full length mirror so he could observe the reflection of the odd position. He decided that Melody looked pretty good upside down with his cock in her mouth.

After enjoying 69 for quite a while, Jeff lifted her away from him, and in one quick move flipped her 180 degrees in the air, so now she was right side up, facing away from him. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, holding her up in the air like a rag doll. She was literally half his size, and with his overpowering strength she was totally at his whim. And she realized that her ass was poised above his cock, and all he had to do was lower her down to where she would be impaled on his spear.

Then he was doing what he feared, lowering her down, and he felt the hardness of his cock coming in contact with her ass. She closed her eyes and prayed she would pass out, but then suddenly he let his cock slip forward so that instead of penetrating her, it was running along her slit. She looked in the mirror and saw that she was riding on top of his cock like it was a balance beam. She also saw him smiling at her. She smiled back and began grinding her hips back against him, rubbing her clit up against the top of his cock. They were both mesmerized watching the scene in the mirror, the huge mountain of a man grinding hips together with the spindly little girl half his size. She dropped a hand between her legs to add some friendly stimulation.

It looked like she was straddling the beam she had spent many hours in gymnastics on, and it also felt like she was riding a wooden beam. In fact, as she looked at the reflection in the mirror, she realized that while he was using his hands to steady her, most of her weight was resting on his cock. Her feet were off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his. Amazingly, he lifted his hands off of her completely, and she was balanced, even lifted up, by his magnificent erection.

Briefly, Jeff had the urge to pull his cock back and then ram it home, but he had told himself that he couldn't do that, it would be too much for her. She was just too small.

She was surely enjoying the ride though, and he could tell she was approaching another orgasm. She was grinding against him hard, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She shrieked and then whimpered, and then she fell completely limp, and he eased her body down to the floor and lay beside her. She was unable to move for awhile, and Jeff was starting to get concerned when she rolled over on her side and put a hand on his chest.

"So, is there anywhere else you want to put it?" she asked softly. 

He looked at her carefully. "I'm ok...I..I don't want to hurt you," he said.

She smiled. "You haven't hurt me yet," she smiled. "Get on the bed."

Jeff obeyed, climbing onto his back, and Melody got above him and straddled him. She pointed his cock into the air and got herself lined up, and began to ease herself down. It looked like she was getting ready to put a 10 lb sausage in a 5 lb bag.

"Melody wait," he said. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded with determination and eased down closer.

"Wait, there's something else," Jeff said.

"What is it now?" she said almost impatiently.

"I've..I've never done this..." he said slowly. "I've never gone all the way."

"What?" she exclaimed, moving back and sitting on his legs. "Mr. Stud Football jock with all the girls chasing him has never gone all the way?"

He blushed. "I guess it never felt right before," he said.

She looked at him carefully. "Does it feel right now?" she asked.

"Yes, but I don't want you to do this because you have to," he said.

She rolled off the bed, walked over to a cabinet beside her bed, and got out a bottle of massage oil. She climbed back on the bed, straddled him again, and poured oil out over his cock, spreading it out over his legs, stomach and chest. Then she poured some on herself, rubbing it slowly in, watching Jeff watch her put on the show. 

"Trust me," she whispered. "I want to."

She moved into position on top of him, her hands on the bed on either side of him, and eased herself onto his cock. The oil provided enough lubrication so that she took him inside her surprisingly easy, though her eyes still got big as he filled her. She managed to get about half of him inside of her before she stopped and then eased slowly back up, then back down again. She worked into a gradual rhythm, balancing herself above him as she slowly, but surely took a little more of him in each time she came down. 

It took a lot of resolve on Jeff's part, but he lay still the entire time. He was aching to grab her hips and drive it fully home, but he really didn't want to hurt her. He could sense that it wasn't easy for her, but he could also tell by her expressions that she was enjoying it.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of slowly taking him in, Melody sat up and put her hands over her breasts. She lifted up so she was poised at the top of his cock, and then she sighed and let her body sink down onto him. He watched in total amazement as he slid fully and completely inside her.

She was still for a moment, getting accustomed to being so completely filled, and then she shuddered and immediately began a slow, gyrating grind on top of him. Her passionate moans were indication enough to him that she was not in pain, and his hands found her hips and he began to gently move along with her. 

Their eyes met for a moment, and then shockingly, Melody leaned forward and kissed him. She kissed him softly at first, but then she became more passionate, and then just as suddenly as she started she stopped, leaned back and blushed. She was making love with the man she had disliked with a passion for many years.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I got caught up in the moment I guess."

Jeff stared at her for a moment, and then sat up in the bed. He took her into his arms, pulled her close to him, and then kissed her back. In the gathering darkness of the late afternoon, two childhood friends, teen-age enemies, and newly found lovers softly but passionately kissed as the rest of the world melted away.

"I never would've expected it to be like this," Melody whispered into his ear.

He looked into her eyes with confusion.

"This is my first time too," she said quietly. She looked down briefly, almost embarrassed, and then lifted her eyes up to meet his. "As odd as it sounds, somehow I always knew it would be you."

As he looked into her eyes, the years between them seemed to melt together, and he felt an overwhelming sense of connection. They kissed and held onto each other tightly, making love for a very, very long time.

Later on, as they lay weary but fulfilled on the bed, their arms and legs intertwined and her head on his chest, they both shared memories of their youth, laughing as they rebuilt the connection that had been broken. They also couldn't help but laugh at the bizarre set of circumstances that had brought them back together.

"Actually, I think I kinda like being a vegetarian," Jeff said. "I felt pretty strong this week."

Melody's hand came down and lightly caressed his cock. "Well I might just become an occasional meat eater," she smiled.

"Ha. Well, I've decided that I'm not going to make you wear my shirt," he said. "But you do still owe me a turtle ride."

Melody got a devilish smile on her face and moved into position on all fours on the bed, arching her back seductively. "Climb aboard," she said. "Double or nothing."



Double or Nothing?



A little bit of background may be helpful, since this may sound a bit unusual. 

I have had a fantasy for as long as I can remember about being teased to the point of blue balls by a beautiful woman, then denied. I've tried phone sex, but it's pretty hit and miss with whether the woman understands the concept - they seem to get a bit confused about wanting not to come, or leaving the decision up to her and really wanting her to end the call without a climax. Of course, sometimes she'd have to let me come, or it wouldn't be a tease – so, it gets a bit involved for a woman to understand, if she hasn't heard about this type of thing before.

Well, I was checking out the erotic services section of a web listing agency one day when I came across a listing for an escort named Ashley. She was really cute, and the ad linked to her website. There were a bunch of pictures of her, again all very attractive. What sort of caught my eye in particular, in addition to her looks, was the inclusion of the fact that she listed as additional services "fantasy roleplay" and "mild domination". I knew I wasn't into "domination" per se, and the way her ad was worded, it didn't sound like she was, either. But, it definitely sounded like she might be open to what I had in mind.

Well, the ad said to call about availability and rates. What could it hurt to call – maybe I'd be able to tell something from hearing her voice. Experience told me she wouldn't be willing to get into a lot of detail over the phone. Women in that business are pretty used to guys trying to get them to engage in explicit descriptions of their services over the phone, then jacking off. Saves the jerk a lot of money, and irritates the woman considerably. But I thought hearing her voice would help me decide whether to proceed further.

"Hello," came the voice when I called Ashley's number. I had actually been very nervous about calling, probably because I knew I really wanted to try this. To work up my "nerve", I had printed some of my favorite sexy pictures from the web. They were lying next to me on the bed, and I was completely nude. Since I hadn't come in 24 days, I had gotten pretty hard while gazing at the pictures and very lightly stroking my cock. My hard cock provided me the motivation I needed to go ahead and make the call. (Now do you understand why these gals are somewhat suspicious when a guy calls with a lot of questions?)

Her voice sounded very sexy – a nice clear voice, calm and confident in herself. Not rushed.

I was able to sound very calm myself, introducing myself, complimenting her website, and then inquiring about rates and availability. She gave me the basic information, and told me we could discuss specific expectations in person. Then she asked if I was interested in an appointment. I blurted out that I would like to see her the next afternoon for two hours. She said, "That's great, Pete, I have an opening at 2PM," and she gave me directions to her place.

I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and thought about what I'd done. I noticed that my cock was rigid, almost to the point of trembling. I stroked it a little, then decided not to get close enough to the edge to have an accident before my visit to see Ashley.

What I'd decided to ask for is the following: 

We would be together for two hours (paid in advance - the normal protocol). I would be completely nude, and she would massage my groin (cock and balls). We would have a clock in the room, visible only to her. She would be trying her best to make me want to come. If she could make me ask her to make me come, I would automatically have to pay her double for the session. In other words, the amount she was paid in advance would be matched by me if I asked her to make me come before the two hours had expired. 

On the other hand, if I never asked to come, she would continue to massage my groin for the entire two hours, and I would simply try my best to come (if she were very skillful, I would not be able to). But, she would have to get me very close to the edge, in order to induce me to ask to come, because that way she doubles her money for the session. 

If I do ask to come, and pay her the additional cash, she will continue to tease and massage my cock and balls. It will be completely up to her at that point whether or not I come. She could have me blow my load, so I will be kept in complete suspense. As I thought about my appointment, I was already becoming undecided in my own mind about my desired outcome. After seeing her pictures and talking with her, I already had a strong desire for the release of a good, strong orgasm under her caressing hands. (After all, it had been 24 days!) I was even thinking to myself that maybe, for this first visit, it would be better to have a nice strong orgasm, then propose the alternate scenario on a later visit, after I knew her better.

I decided to play it by ear, try to get my mind off it until the next day, and go about my business until then.

Anyway, the next day arrived, and I went to her location, a very nice highrise condo. When she opened the door, she was everything her pictures showed and more. She was very pretty, with blond shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. Her web site gave her measurements as 5'4", 110 lbs., 36C-22-34. Those measurements appeared exactly accurate. I told her she looked lovely, and she laughed and said "My clients like that what you see is what you get, which doesn't always happen in this business. You look very nice too, do you work out?"

She was wearing navy slacks, a white blouse, and red pumps. She was about 35 years of age, by my guess, which was really nice for me. I am 36, and I didn't exactly feel totally comfortable trying this fantasy with someone who was, say, 22 – I just figured my odds were a bit better with a more experienced lady.

After checking my ID and confirming who I was, she invited me into the living room, where we discussed expectations. I decided to tell her my fantasy.

When I did, she smiled in a way I knew she "got it", if you know what I mean. "It sounds like you've given this a lot of thought, Pete." I admitted I had, and that it was in fact a lifelong fantasy. She asked a couple of clarifying questions about the ground rules, then asked casually "How long since you've come?" 

That's probably when it began to seem real to me – everything out in the open, my load being the focus of her attention, everything being discussed very frankly. I stammered out that it had been 25 days.

She kind of giggled and said, "OK, well, are you ready to take care of the business side?" I placed the money on a table. Then she said, "I'd also like you to show me that you have the other funds you might end up owing." After I did, she showed me into a bedroom and said to go ahead and take my clothes off and get comfortable and she'd be in as soon as she changed. 

I'd brought her a little present to wear (a sexy purple babydoll-type nighty – the ladies at Victoria's Secret were able to choose the size based on her measurements) and she had it on when she returned - she also was wearing a strappy pair of purple high heeled shoes.

She had a little alarm clock with her and she set it down next to the bed and turned it away from us. Then she crawled up next to me and rubbed her body against mine, and began to compliment my body, and tell me how much she liked my fantasy, she said it was so nice to be with a really creative guy, she really liked my body, etc (this went on for about 5-10 minutes), and she really was excited to get started. She asked if I was ready to start - she had gotten me really aroused with this "foreplay", and I was extremely ready to get started, if you know what I mean. 

So, she slid down my naked body and knelt between my legs (I was lying on my back) - she sort of nudged my legs a little further apart - I could feel the outside of her thighs against my inner thighs and her knees were very close to my scrotum. And then she went to work. Her delicate fingers touched my straining pole, causing it to twitch and jerk immediately - actually we both laughed when that happened. She said, "Well Pete – you're obviously an honest man – that twitch was a 25-day twitch if I've ever seen one." Then she got serious again, cupping my balls in her hand and sort of moving her warm hand around, really slowly. She leaned forward and blew softly on my groin (cock and balls). 

The thing I liked the best about her was the way she really enjoyed it and "got it" - she kept talking, real sweet, and saying stuff like "Wow, your cock is huge" (I'm not saying my cock is huge, but she knows that's what any guy likes to hear and she knows it's a turnon, which is what she was trying to do!!), "you must really want to come", "your load would probably fly across the room if I go too far with this."

The tension was amazing, because both of us knew there was money at stake, and she was trying her best to earn it by inducing my request to blow. My mind was still reeling from the fact that I was even in this situation, I was actually in this beautiful woman's bedroom with her hands on my cock and balls. I'd told her my deepest fantasy, I'd even told her the date of my most recent orgasm. She stroked my cock ever so lightly, continuing to pay a lot of attention to my balls. 

She described things she'd like to do to make me really come hard. She even took off the pearl necklace she was wearing and dangled it over my groin, letting it touch my scrotum. Then she swung it back and forth, brushing very lightly across my cock, then my balls. She said I'd really blow my wad if she wrapped it around my shaft and stroked me that way, gripping my pole through the pearls.

She pulled the babydoll down off her shoulders, and her 36C tits spilled out. She was looking me straight in the eyes. I sort of gasped a bit. She looked at me and smiled. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her bare breasts on my balls, really pressing into my sack, and manipulating it around, watching my eyes as she did. I began to really squirm, trying to move my pole into the party going on down there. She said, "If only I could put your cock between my tits and bounce them until the come flew, wouldn't that be great, Pete? Do you want me to do that, Pete, because I'm not going to if you don't ask." I needed to come so badly at that point I can hardly even describe it. But I decided to hold out, and hope she went a bit further, since I was so very close, so close to coming that I knew it wouldn't take much of a mistake on her part to make me climax.

She went to a drawer and came back immediately with a pair of black nylons, repositioned herself, and began to very lightly drag the nylon over my balls, then my cock, then back again. Just dragging it, with the only pressure being provided by the weight of the nylons themselves. My cock danced wildly every time the nylon touched it. She did this over and over and over, her tits still exposed. She giggled a couple of times at the way my cock jerked in the air. I had begun to perspire, and nothing seemed very funny to me at that point. When she giggled, her bare tits bounced. She told me that she'd love to stretch and wrap the nylons firmly around my shaft and just start yanking on the ends, just yanking and tugging, while my load splattered all over the room. "You should see it when I do that, Pete, I'd time my yanks on the nylon to the spurts of your load, and you would be amazed at how far the spurts go! Maybe I could do that for you . . . if you ask me to."

Then the whole game changed. She said something that absolutely blew my mind - still does. She said, "You know Pete, if I accidentally go too far with this teasing, and it looks like you're past the point of no return, I'm going to take my hands away before you shoot. Do you know what would happen if my hands pulled away before you shoot?" She kept massaging my balls as she asked this. I couldn't speak; in fact, it felt like I'd almost swallowed my tongue. But, I knew exactly what she was driving at. I hadn't even thought about this aspect of our "ground rules". She answered her own question, and said, "You'd have a very, very unsatisfying orgasm, Pete. I think it's called a 'ruined orgasm', in fact." 

I almost swallowed my tongue when she said that - she kept eye contact while it sank in, also continuing to massage my balls in her palm. 

Then she said "Pete, I've got your manhood in the palm of my hand. Do you have anything you want to ask me?" 

Again, I could not really even speak without choking; I didn't have any response. As it sank in, I began to think about the time - how long had we been together? There was no way to know, and she was beginning to bring me pretty close to the edge. 

I waited a couple more minutes, and asked her to make me come - I figured why not - I can't tell you how much I needed to come, and really wanted to come with this beautiful woman jacking me off. She asked me (very breathily) to repeat myself. When I did, she smiled and asked me where my wallet was, went over to my pants, and took out an additional $500. 

She left the room with the money, and came back in about 30 seconds, looked at the clock (keeping it away from my view), repositioned herself between my legs and started stroking very softly, up and down my shaft. She asked me how I'd like to come, then she wanted to know how I felt, how far I thought the load would shoot if she jacked me off with her hand. She said we still had some time, would I like to be stroked right up until the end - I said OK. 

Then she asked, "Just to clarify, we agreed it would be my decision, right?" I didn't have to ask what she meant by "it" - and I nodded and leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy the very light stroking - and the suspense. She never stopped talking, making moaning noises, complimenting my cock, etc. 

Suddenly, the alarm went off – out time was up. I opened my eyes to look at her - I still didn't know what she would do. She got up from the bed - no hesitation - and said, "Wow Pete, that was incredibly fun!!! You're an incredible man to be able to hold back for that long." 

She tossed my clothes to me, put on a bathrobe, and said she'd be out in the living room. It was over.

I dressed, slowly, and walked into the living room. She was waiting for me, and she sort of smiled and asked me if it was everything I'd hoped. I told her it was much, much, much more than I could ever have hoped for. I told her it was like living a dream, and I thanked her over and over and over again. I asked if it would be OK to hug her. She gave me a big smile, threw her arms around me and gave me a full-bodied hug.

She also whispered something in my ear. I can still feel her warm breath in my ear as our bodies pressed against each other.

My cock has really not softened up yet and it's been almost a week. I don't want to masturbate - yet - because I don't want to lose this feeling. Everything had played out even better than my wildest dreams. Then, with one whispered sentence in my ear as we parted, she'd taken it to another level. What she whispered was pretty simple, only thirteen words.

"Give me a call if you ever want to try double or nothing."



Double or Nothing



"You want me, don't you?" Jodi asked in a sultry voice.

Facing her, Matt Turner could only frantically nod. He had been going out with Jodi Slater for less than a week, and they had only just had their second date, but he had been dreaming about her every moment of it.

She was tall, matching his height at 5'10, with a slender, toned body and breasts large enough to be sexy without looking disproportionate to the rest of her body. Her dark brown hair fell down past her shoulders, and her beautiful face had a perpetually seductive look on it. It must have been impossible to look at Jodi and not feel desire.

On this night, their second date, Jodi looked gorgeous as usual, wearing a red sleeveless dress, cut low on the chest and high on the legs. Matt could barely take his eyes off her, and thought that he must have been dreaming when she asked him if he wanted to come home with her.

And now there they were, standing in her front room.

"You do want me, then?" Jodi whispered. "You want to fuck me?"

Matt swallowed nervously. She was clearly teasing him. "Yes, I do. You know I do."

Jodi laughed. "Okay, then. We can have sex."

A huge grin broke over Matt's face, and he started towards her.

"But..." Jodi held up a finger to stop him, and Matt froze.

"If you do, you aren't going to be alone."

"What?" Matt asked, baffled.

"Henry," called Jodi, "Come out now!"

A tall, middle-aged man walked into the room, then stopped and stared at the two young people.

"Dad!?" blurted Matt. "What the fuck are you doing here!?"

Henry Turner, Matt's father, was clearly as confused as his son was. "I- I- what are you doing here!?"

"This is the girl I was telling you about, Dad," stammered Matt. "The one I've been seeing. Are you really...with Jodi..."

"Now just one second, son," Henry raised his hands for peace. "I didn't know she was your girlfriend. You never introduced us. If I had, I never would have agreed to meet her here like this. And on that note..."

"Hold on a minute," Jodi interrupted. "Look, I know this is awkward for you two, but I'm sure we can work around it. People have threesomes every day."

"Maybe they do," retorted Henry. "But I'd like to know how many of them include a father and son. In any case, I have no interest in getting involved myself. I'm gone. Matt, I apologize for even being here."

Matt felt a wave of pride for his father as he watched him defiantly stride to the door.

"Not so fast," warned Jodi.

Henry's hand froze on the doorknob. "This had better be good."

"If you leave now, your son won't get to fuck me," Jodi said calmly. "You might not consider it a big deal to pass me up. But Matt still wants me. Even with you there, he wants to bang me more than anything right now. He has ever since he met me."

Matt realized that she was right. He had no desire to share Jodi, and certainly not with his father, but he wasn't prepared to just walk away, no matter how much she may have deserved it for her manipulative behavior. He just wanted to fuck her, regardless of the circumstances.

His father turned to look at Matt, and saw the truth in his eyes.

"This is a double or nothing deal," Jodi continued. "I have sex with both of you, or neither of you. You walk out that door, and Matt follows you, limping with his blue balls."

"Manipulative bitch," Henry growled, turning back to look at Jodi.

She beamed. "I assume that means you're ready?"

No answer came, but none was needed. Jodi sauntered over to Matt and kissed him deeply. After a few moments, she broke off the kiss, then reached for the straps of her red dress and slipped them down her shoulders.

Both men could only stare, wide-eyed, as the young beauty's dress slipped down her torso, revealing a black bra. Every inch of her body was tanned to the perfect shade of brown. Finally, she stepped out of it completely, showing her only in her bra and panties.

Henry couldn't help but start to stroke himself through his pants. Matt reached for Jodi and touched her torso. Then their bodies slid together as they kissed again. Jodi raised her right thigh alongside Matt, who grabbed it and did his best to grope it with only one hand, while his other frantically reached for her bra.

However, Jodi stopped him and broke off the kiss again. She slowly backed away from Matt and whispered, "My bedroom. And I think you boys are wearing too many clothes."

As the beautiful woman walked down the hallway, Matt and Henry spent about a moment staring in shock after her, then snapped to life. They both pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, neither wanting to wait a second longer to get their hands on Jodi. Neither one gave more than a passing thought to the awkwardness of a father and son stripping together. Lust overruled any reluctance or unease they might have had about the situation.

Henry managed to disrobe just a second faster than Matt and bolted down the hallway, his son at his heels. Finally reaching the bedroom, they were met with a glorious sight: The underwear-clad Jodi Slater standing next to a king-sized bed. She smiled at the sight of the naked and aroused father and son.

Wasting no time, Henry strode across the room, seized Jodi and kissed her, far more deeply and hungrily than his son had. His arms encircled her, started grabbing for her bra strap.

Matt watched the sight for a second, and then joined them. While his father was focused on Jodi's upper body, Matt took the lower. He sank to his knees beside her, and only slid her black thong down her tanned, slim legs. Her ass was perfect, just like the rest of her, and it was clear that she kept herself shaved.

In the meantime, Henry pulled away from Jodi just as his fingers frantically undid her bra strap. It fell off her body almost at once, showing her firm, tanned breasts. Henry slowly touched them, amazed by their gorgeous shape and appearance. Then he lunged for her, knocking her backwards onto the bed.

Father and son worked as a perfect team. Henry kissed, felt, and did everything he could to Jodi's breasts while Matt slipped in between her legs, bent down, and started doing his best to give her oral.

For a minute or so, all seemed well. The men were in ecstasy. But apart from a few murmurs, Jodi seemed to be unimpressed with the efforts. Raising a hand, she patted Henry on the head. As he looked up, confused, Jodi nodded towards Matt between her legs, still defiantly doing his best to please her. She shrugged slightly to indicate her lack of arousal.

Henry smiled. "Son?"

Matt looked up. "Uh, yeah, Dad?"

"Maybe we should switch."

"Uh, okay. Sure thing, Dad." Matt looked embarrassed, and Henry felt sorry for him. But this was not a good time for his son to be gaining sexual experience for a future person's benefit. This was a "here and now" thing.

The two men switched positions. Matt attacked the breasts and torso with kisses and touching, while Henry gave Jodi oral. Within a few seconds, the benefit of his experience made an impact, as the young woman began to moan and twitch with pleasure.

Eventually, Jodi raised her head to peer down at Matt. "I think I should let you fuck me now, Matt. If we go any further, you're going to burst."

Matt felt his face turn red as the embarrassment hit him once again. But he wasn't going to complain. As his father scooted aside, Matt straightened himself on Jodi's body and entered her, then vigorously started to move up and down. They started to moan and groan together. Finally, they both cried out as he came into her.

Matt rolled off her, panting. Jodi stretched and grinned at him. "Not bad, Matt. Now I think it's time for Henry's turn!"

With a smile of his own, Henry dived on her. After a few moments of rolling around, Jodi climbed on top of him. Henry stared up her stomach, past her breasts, and to her face, where her beautiful hair hung unkempt in front.

Jodi started to slide up and down, her breathing coming faster and faster. She loudly moaned as his dick grew harder and stronger. After a while, the explosion finally came. Jodi screamed out loud as her orgasm erupted, far more powerful than what she had felt with Matt. They both slowly grew still as the shuddering eventually stopped. Then Jodi's body, glistening with sweat, rolled off Henry and landed next to him. Matt was on her other side.

"And to think Henry didn't want me at first," Jodi finally whispered.

All three of them laughed.

"So...now what?" Matt asked. It was a stupid and awkward question, but he felt he had to ask it. This wasn't exactly the average one night stand, after all.

"Well, we've got all night," Jodi replied. "And tomorrow is Saturday, isn't it?"

"Sounds good to me," Henry quickly answered.

"Yeah," grinned Matt.

Both men leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Jodi Slater smiled blissfully at the ceiling. Not only did she have two lovers, but they were a combination she never would have thought was even possible – a father and son.



Double or Nothing



It was 1974, and the streaking craze that had inexplicably swept the whole country was in full swing. Everybody had heard about it and seen stories -- tastefully covered up in the films -- on the news. There was even a song about it that they played every day on the radio back then. But for me it was still something that only happened to other people. I mean, I had never for a moment thought about streaking myself, taking off all of my clothes and running naked through a crowd, since I had always been told by my Mom that my body was a sacred, secret thing that I had to save for the right person and the right time; and it was just my luck that I had never seen anybody else go streaking in front of me.

So, it was 1974 and it was a Sunday afternoon, I remember, pretty late in the afternoon. I had driven over to pick up my younger brother, who was then 19 years old, from his summer job at a roller skating rink in the next town over from where we lived.  

The road that connected the two towns wound through mostly woods along side of a stream that shared a name with the road. On a Sunday afternoon, the two-lane road was deserted, and the most you had to look out for were deer crossing from the woods on one side of the road to the other.

As I drove home with my little brother that afternoon, up ahead I thought I saw a jogger, which was strange, because we were far from any houses or buildings in either direction. I don't think I had ever seen a jogger on this part of the road before. He was coming towards us, on our side of the road, and as we came around onto a long, straight stretch of the road and approached him it very quickly became clear that it was a totally naked man! At last, my first streaker!

"Look, Jordan, a streaker!" I squealed. "Oh Jesus," was his response. I think little bro felt more than a little bit uncomfortable looking at a naked man along with his big sister. "That is so funny," I exclaimed, and it truly was nothing short of hilarious how the man's penis -- apparently somewhat aroused, judging by its length and thickness, but by no means fully erect -- flopped and flailed around as he ran. I myself was a little bit embarrassed at being there with my kid brother seeing this, or I probably would have rolled down the car window and waved at him, or slowed down and honked the horn, or something.

The runner was young, I would guess in his early twenties, close to my own age, and he was slender and fit. No belly bulge and no love handles on this one. His hair was almost shoulder-length, in the style of the time, and it, too, flopped around as he jogged nude, okay, "streaked," on the side of the wooded road toward our approaching car. He had just the lightest bit of hair on his chest and belly, blending down to a full bush that topped his flopping, turgid thing. I looked right at his face, but he didn't return my gaze, instead seeming to focus somewhere off in the distance. I didn't recognize him, but I have to say he wasn't hard to look at.

We passed the naked runner, and I looked in the rearview mirror to get a view of his rear, pumping rhythmically and almost comically as he jogged along the berm of the road away from us in the broad daylight. Pretty firm, I thought to myself, as his nude backside finally passed out of view.

My brother caught my glance at the mirror. "Look at you, checking out his butt," he teased me. "You're a pervert!" I felt my cheeks redden, but he was right. I had just checked out the butt of a nude man I didn't know from Adam. And to make matters worse, I had done it while my own younger brother was sitting right there beside me in the family car.

About a quarter of a mile ahead of us there was a side road that ran up the hill to our right, and at the intersection there was a patch of grass. There was a car parked there -- no doubt belonging to the streaker; either that, or this man we had seen running along the road in the nude was out for a very, very long naked run, incredibly far from where he had left his car and, presumably, his clothing.

The side road ahead of us climbed up a little ways to a three-hole municipal golf course, and there was a little gravel parking lot there, with nothing between the parking lot and the road we were now driving on except those woods, and the stream, and of course the naked running guy, wherever he had gotten off to by now.

I don't know what got into me just then, but I flicked on the turn signal at the last moment and made the right turn to head up to the golf course. "Let's go have a little fun," I said to my brother, who still seemed to be a little uncomfortable at having shared an eyeful of nude male with his own big sister. He didn't say a thing. But because I was always coming up with crazy ideas of things for us to do together, I don't think he quite knew yet what it was that I had in mind.

I parked the car in the little gravel lot for the golf course and got out and swung the driver's side door closed. I could just barely make out the road where the streaker had been, down across the woods and through the trees. My little brother was still in the passenger's seat of the car, showing no signs of moving. "Come on, bro, let's go for a little walk," I urged him. 

"No, thanks," was his firm reply. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted in his seat to avoid my eye. He was catching on.

"Oh come on, silly."

He showed no sign of moving. 

I upped the ante. "I'll buy you a pack of cigarettes if you come with me. Come on, it'll be fun. He has to come back to his car eventually and we'll just watch from the woods to see what happens. Come on, this is the first streaker we've ever actually seen." 

He thought about my offer for a moment. "Cigarettes, and a Coke," he bargained. 

"That's a deal, little brother," I agreed, "come on, let's go."

Together, we headed off from the parking lot toward the woods and the little stream at the bottom of the hill, angling roughly for the area where we had passed the streaker on the side of the road below. It was quiet: there were no cars within our hearing on this Sunday afternoon -- it was probably dinner time for most people, I thought, and there were not even any birds chirping as we walked.

Once we reached the end of the parking lot and crossed a corner of the golf course, the woods ahead of us stretched out even wider. We headed into the trees along a faint path through the underbrush. This part of the woods in general was a popular place for teenaged kids to go and hide in the summer time and drink beer and smoke cigarettes. The woods were dense enough as you moved farther into them that you couldn't see very far at all, and sounds didn't seem to carry very far. We couldn't even hear the stream until we were almost there on its banks. And since this area was right on the border between the two neighboring towns, the cops rarely if ever drove on the stretch of road on the other side of the stream, the same stretch of road where we had first spotted the streaker. Undoubtedly, that was the reason this unknown man had chosen that stretch of road for his naughty, obscene little display.

The place in the woods where we saw him was also very near the place where I had performed my first blowjob. I would hardly call him a boyfriend, but in the summer after our senior year in high school that particular boy and I had played around a little bit together. I had let him touch my boobs a few times while we made out, and one time he unbuttoned my jeans and rubbed me through the pink cotton panties I was wearing that day. It really didn't do that much for me, but at the same time that he was touching me between my legs, I reached down between his thighs and discovered to my young, innocent shock that he was very big and hard down there. So I moved my head down to his waist and tugged his jeans down to his knees, along with his tighty whitey underwear, and taking a quick look at my first hard boy, I leaned forward and took him tentatively into my inexperienced mouth, there in the secluded woods. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me towards him, setting a rhythm that I quickly followed. He had a musky, sweaty smell, and I used my hand to brush his curly pubes away from my lips and nose. There was already a taste of something salty and slightly bitter about him.

I tried my best to swirl my tongue around his erect penis as it slid in and out of my mouth, but I remember thinking that it was so big that it was all I that could do to open my jaw wide enough to let anything more than just the purple, mushroomy-shaped head of it inside. I remember thinking that my mouth must be unnaturally small because it would simply not be possible for me to fit all of that big thing inside of me. I wondered if I would be able to pleasure him sufficiently with my tiny little mouth, but he said some nasty, dirty things like "Oh, God," and "Oh, shit" and "Oh, fuck, baby," and then suddenly I felt these spurts of his warm, acidy salty liquid squirting into me and against the roof of my mouth. I gagged and coughed and some of it came back out of my mouth and even up into my nose, and it tasted really gross. I held onto his throbbing penis with one hand and let it shoot its stuff into me, swallowing as best as I could. When it was over, I wiped my face with my hand, and while I swallowed what was in my throat and my mouth, I looked around and wiped the stuff that was now on my hand onto some leaves. My eyes were watering badly, and even I could not quite tell if I was truly crying right then or just having a reaction to the nasty stuff he had just sent all up inside my mouth and nose and throat.

Meanwhile, the boy I had just totally sucked off and swallowed was breathing heavily and lying back on his elbows there in the woods, his shrinking penis still hanging out from the jeans around his knees, and he had this look on his face like he had just seen Heaven.

I swallowed again a few times to try to get the taste of his sperm out of my mouth, and I smiled inwardly knowing that at last I had given my first blowjob to a boy. I guessed, despite my lack of experience, that I had done just fine.

I was torn away from this memory when my brother whispered, "hey, look, there he is!" I saw the nude figure of the streaker coming toward us in the woods and I hissed, "quick, get down!" and laid myself down behind an old fallen log, peeking around it to see where our little streaker was now. He was still as naked as the day he was born, but I was surprised to see that he wasn't running any more and he wasn't on the side of the road, either. Instead, he was just walking along the far bank of the little stream, well inside the woods at that point and completely out of sight of the road. Whatever it was he was up to now, it had nothing to do with the flashing exposure of his nude body to strangers that streaking was all about. Right now, he was just walking about in the woods in broad daylight without a stitch of clothing on. I have to admit, I was intrigued.

I imagined what he must have felt, walking totally nude like that in the middle of the woods on a warm Sunday afternoon. It gave me a strong tingle inside and I blushed when I remembered that my own little brother was stretched out on the ground just inches away from me there as these naughty feelings washed over me and I lay there beside him, trying to pretend that I wasn't completely sopping wet watching this display.

Eventually, the naked man reached a little clearing next to the stream no more than twenty feet from where my brother and I were hiding. He stopped and looked around and then his right hand casually brushed against his exposed penis, making it jump a little bit and start to swell even more, until it looked like it was almost hard. His hand motion then went from a casual touch, a touch that might have been accidental, to actually brazenly holding his man-thing and slowly stroking it, pulling it until at last he had a full-blown erection as he stood there in the middle of the woods. This was no accident I was seeing. The man in the clearing was deliberately touching his own penis and he was getting an erection because of his touch.

I could hear my brother stirring in the weeds beside me and I reached out silently to "shush" him. He looked at me and rolled his eyes, and then made a show of hiding his face in his hands, not wanting to watch the scene of this grown man in front of us, fully nude, giving himself an erection out in the middle of the woods in broad daylight.

The naked man we were watching turned towards the road and stood there, spreading his feet apart a little and arching his back and stroking his engorged penis obscenely in the direction of the road, probably fantasizing just then that someone on the road could see him touching himself like that, but clearly unaware that someone, that is to say, me, really was watching him doing these indecent things.

Without taking his hand away from its business, he turned back toward the stream, facing almost exactly in my direction, and sat down in the clearing. Letting his hand play slowly along the underside of his hard member, he laid down on the ground and drew his knees up, spreading them out wide apart in the most shameful display you can imagine, and proceeded to masturbate himself in earnest. Stretched out the way he was now, I got a clear view of his testicles and I even thought, from this distance, that I could see them move in response to the things he was doing to his hard penis with his hand.

I was surprised at how long he took with himself, sometimes gripping his thing in his fist and stroking it in long, slow strokes, sometimes barely running a finger from the base of his balls to just beneath the tip, and then lightly around the ridge of his swollen head. Once, when he had been going at it for a while, he stopped his rhythmic stroking and instead touched his finger to the very tip of his penis and then drew that finger up to his mouth and wiped it on his tongue. 

Even at that age, I knew about pre-cum and I knew what a nasty, dirty thing he had just done.

I glanced at my brother, whose eyes were firmly fixed on me, one arm stretched above his head as if to prevent him from accidentally seeing the nude man, the masturbating man that I was so raptly watching. Seeing me looking at that man, my brother rolled his eyes and gave me a look of disgust. I wasn't sure, but I thought he was blushing a little bit, too. 

I wasn't sure what the blushing was all about. 

Was he wondering if I was lying there thinking that my little brother probably masturbated, too, when he was alone in his room? That he held himself in his hand, taking pleasure from himself, or even that he tasted his own pre-cum like this man had just done? Or did he realize that I was getting aroused by the sight of a strange man who had taken off all of his clothes and was masturbating outdoors in plain view of me, beside a stream in the woods, on a Sunday afternoon? The fact of the matter is that all of those things were swirling through my mind just then.

Either way, it didn't matter, and I turned to continue watching this little secret show.

The nude man in the clearing was continuing to pleasure himself on the ground, and his hips now were beginning to roll and thrust in time with the ministrations of his hand. Then, all at once, he stopped, and removed his hand to his side. His head shot up, eyes wide, and he looked straight in my direction, as if he had some sense that someone else was here. I ducked even lower behind the old fallen log that was my hiding place, and held my breath, my heart pounding wildly. I waited a moment and then dared to peek back toward the little clearing.

The man, still stretched out naked on the bare ground, was starting to relax. He moved his hand slowly across his thigh and then drew his fingers from the bottom of his testicles, along his naked shaft and right to the head of his erect penis. His man thing twitched as his fingers made contact with the spot just below the purple head. He made a fist and stroked himself vigorously, then thrusting his hips against his hand, he finally climaxed, shooting several spurts of white fluid out of his dick and into the air, landing eventually in the light hair that covered his chest. His head was slightly raised off of the ground as he watched himself have his climax.

His body then relaxed, and he straightened his legs and lay flat in the little clearing for a while, not making any move to clean up the sperm that he had just splashed on himself in his orgasm.

All in all, it was just about the filthiest, dirtiest, hottest thing I had ever seen in my young life, and it was just a shame that my little brother was there with me at the time leading up to those splashes of the streaker's liquid, because if little brother hadn't been there, I'll bet I would have pulled my own pants down and rubbed myself secretly while I watched the show I had been treated to. I had no doubt that touching myself furiously to my own release was something that I was eventually going to do anyway once I got my little brother home. Watching this stranger please himself until he shot his warm semen onto his own chest had me nearly panting and wanting to have my own orgasm right then and there. 

Eventually, the nude man lying there in the clearing with fresh sperm on his chest and belly, stirred, looking around furtively, and then stretched and pulled himself to his feet. Standing there, his penis was no longer fully hard, but it stood out from his body with a lingering thickness that wasn't fully soft, either. He put his hands on his hips and arched his back, and then, looking around again, he set off walking casually through the woods, along side the little stream, in the direction of the car that we had seen parked by the road. I hadn't seen him do anything to clean himself off, so I assumed that he was now outside walking naked in the woods in broad daylight with a load of cum sitting, sparkling in the daylight, on his chest.

When he was completely out of sight, I poked my little brother in the ribs and we both sat up, brushing leaves and dirt from our clothes. I giggled and poked him again. He moved his arms to protect himself and gave me that disgusted look again and said "I can't believe you watched that. I'll bet you actually enjoyed it. Did he... you know... did he do it all the way...?"

"Ohhh yeah!" I said enthusiastically, making no secret of the fact that I had enjoyed what I had seen. "He shot his little load onto himself and he's walking out there somewhere right now with it still on his chest where it landed," I added, relishing my little brother's obvious discomfort at hearing his big sister talking in those kind of terms about male masturbation.

"What a pervert," my little brother said, not making it entirely clear whether he was referring to the naked man we had seen streaking by the side of the road and stroking at the side of the stream and who had walked away with his own ejaculate on his chest, or if he was referring to me, who had hidden here in the weeds not twenty feet away and watched the man do those nasty things.

"Oh, come on," I chided him. "I know you do it, too." At this, my little brother blushed a deep red; I had struck a nerve! 

Sensing my advantage, I pressed on. "Come on, Jordan, we know that all you boys are little dick-stroking perverts. You might as well just admit it." 

He looked as though he was going to deny this, which would have caused me to laugh in his crimson face. Instead, he just muttered, uncomfortably, "So what?"

"So what," I mimicked him, and made as if I was going to grab his crotch. He moved to protect himself, but I couldn't help noticing as I did so that he had a bulge in his pants, a bulge that wasn't there before. "Little brother!" I nearly squealed, "what is that all about?" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his arousal from his big sister. I didn't want to deal with the thought that he was aroused because his big sister sitting beside him was aroused, so I said, "Little hard boy, I know you're not gay, so... you must have gotten that," and I gestured toward his crotch," from imagining yourself doing what he just did!"




Double or Nothing



There was a pause. He didn't answer why he had that bulge in his pants. I took that to mean that I had guessed right -- that he was getting hard right now because he had been imagining himself walking naked in the woods, and more specifically lying down in the soft undergrowth and masturbating himself here, outside, in the middle of nowhere. 

"You owe me a pack of smokes, and a soda, remember?" was all he said. 

There was thus an unanswered question between us as to why, after we both watched this unknown guy stroke his cock to orgasm, my little brother suddenly had an obvious erection.

A wicked thought entered my mind. I thought about the fact that I had convinced my little brother to come and watch the streaker do whatever he was going to do by promising to buy him a pack of cigarettes and a soda. Now, presumably for the price of the cigarettes and the soda, we had watched, or at least I had watched, while the guy shot his cum on his own bare chest in the afternoon sun. 

But there was still the matter of my little brother's embarrassing erection.

"You want to go double or nothing?" I teased him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have a joint in my purse back in the car," I explained. "If you whip out your thing right here and stroke it for me, I'll let you have the joint, plus the cigarettes and a Coke. If not, I'm going to smoke it by myself."

"What? No way!" he exclaimed. "Forget it. Don't be ridiculous." I immediately wondered if I had gone way, way too far. We were brother and sister, after all. But I wasn't asking him to touch me or to, you know, do things with me. This was really just like the show-and-tell games that I was sure all brothers and sisters do, right?

Oh, what the hell did I know about what all brothers and sisters do?

But I was insistent. "Come on," I wheedled him, "it's really good shit, you're going to get so high, and besides, I already know you do it. What's the harm in showing me?"

He was still shaking his head. I went on, "come on, I promise I won't tell anyone, ever. Come on, you can do it for me. Please?"

Silence. I smiled at him with my best big sister smile. "Please? If you don't, I'll tell Sara that you got a stiffy watching a naked man get himself off in the woods while I was there." I was pulling out all the stops.

Again, silence. Then, my little brother surprised me.

"Fine," he said.

"But you have to show me yours."

Whoa, little brother! Wants to see my girlie bits, does he? Now it was my turn to blush. At first, I thought, that this wasn't going to happen. But then I thought that I not only was going to get to see his, but I was going to get to watch him doing the most private act with himself. For my part, I could just pull my pants down a little and keep my legs together and it's not like he was going to see much down there, anyway. Just my wispy little blonde pubes and those were practically invisible, as I knew from standing in front of the mirror in my room, waiting in vain for them to get full and thick like Mom's. He, on the other hand, was going to show me his engorged penis, and how his own hand rubbing it could give him sexual pleasure, and that was an unspeakably hot idea.

I screwed up my courage and made up my mind. Or maybe more honestly, I let my desire, sparked by secretly watching the streaker masturbate and further stoked by discovering that my brother had an erection right here and right now, take control of me.

"It's a deal," I blurted, before I could have second thoughts. Oh boy did I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks when I said that.

We just sat there for a moment without moving. "Well, come on, you go first," I insisted.

"No way," he said again. "We do it together." He paused. "On three. One..." Sitting there in the woods, his hands went to his belt, but stopped without undoing it. "Two..." he stretched out the word ridiculously as he unbuckled his belt. I wasn't wearing one, so I made a show of popping the button of my jeans, following his lead by remaining seated. He opened his own button, too.

"Three!" he exclaimed, and at at the same instant we thrust down our zippers, stuck our butts in the air and pushed our pants and underwear to our knees. As I remember that day so long ago, I think, thank God they've since invented boxer briefs, because, of course, my baby brother was wearing the universal tighty whities of 1974 under his jeans. Not that my powder blue panties were anything special, but at least they had some color.

Struck by a sudden rush of modesty, I drew my knees together and slightly to the side to shield my private place from my little brother's eyes. In the meantime, there was no hiding the fact that he now had a full-blown erection, as his stiff penis bounced free from his retreating clothes. I had been a little surprised that he agreed to put on this little private show for me, but judging by the way the veins stood out on his thick and rigid penis, he must have been in serious need of relief himself, and fast.

I cleared my throat and tore my eyes away from his bobbing member and looked him in the eye. He looked away, blushing. 

"Go ahead," I whispered, trying to sound as matter-of-fact as I could. "Show me how you make yourself come."

He said nothing, and still looking off into nowhere he hesitatingly moved his right hand toward his stiff penis and held it for a moment at its base. "Oh, yeah," I encouraged him, "stroke it."

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find that my brother had a different way of masturbating than the streaker did. Unlike the different ways of stroking that the naked stranger had done, Jordan just gripped it up near the head between his thumb and one finger, sort of like the way you hold a pencil, and massaged it up and down, always staying close to that spot underneath near the tip, where it looked like a lot of nerve endings must come together.

I sat there mesmerized, watching my brother touch his own erect penis, and a question popped into my head and I blurted it out. "What do you call it?"

"What do I call what? Doing this?" he asked.

"No, what do you call your... you know, your penis?"

He kept stroking it, not seeming to vary the touch or the speed. "Well, I don't have a name for it, like 'Raymond' or anything, if that's what you mean," he replied. This got a giggle out of me.

"No, what's the word you use for it? Nobody calls them 'penises,' do they?"

"Oh, well, yeah, I mean no." He paused, still looking at my bare legs. "It's a 'dick,' ... and when it's hard like this, it's a 'boner.'" He continued to stroke it while I watched.

"Do you ever call it a 'cock'?" I asked.

"No, that's pretty crude. I don't think I've ever used that word." He looked down at himself as he continued to give himself pleasure down there. Then he looked up at me. "You know, this isn't fair," he said, "you have to open up your legs at least a little. Right now I can't see anything."

I didn't want to do it, but I had to admit that he had a point, so I decided to grant his dirty little wish. I wiggled my jeans down a little further to make it easier, and keeping my feet together, I pulled them up closer to me so that I could bend my knees and open my legs a little for him. I found that, in this position, I had to stretch one arm out behind me to keep my balance, and I'm sure that stretching back this way made my half-naked pose look more dirty and seductive for him, not to mention anybody else who might happen to be near and see me exposing myself like this to my own kid brother.

I tingled, knowing that he was looking straight at my crotch (only fair, as I had been looking straight at his, after I had bribed and teased him into masturbating for me). "Lift up your shirt a little bit," he said. I wondered if he was going to ask me to flash my chest at him, which wasn't going to happen, but I just tugged it up across my belly for him a little bit, to give him a better view of what lay below.

As I parted my thighs for him, I was sure he could see the unmistakeable signs of my own arousal, which at this point I would have to describe as "extreme." I could smell my own scent and I wondered if he did, too. What would he think, smelling his own sister's wet desire? I desperately needed to get to my room alone and take care of my own little problem. But, damn it, that would have to wait all the way home. I can assure you there was no way I would ever, ever touch myself down there with someone watching me. I simply could not imagine doing that while any man was watching it, and especially not my own brother. I nearly moaned in frustration as I willed myself to wait.

I could tell that he, meanwhile, was very close to his climax. I remembered how the streaker had squirted his cum on his own chest and then, as far as I knew, left it there when he got up and walked away. That in itself was one of the most nasty, dirty things about what we had secretly watched. But my brother still had a shirt on, and it wouldn't be a good thing for him to walk into the house in front of Mom and Dad with semen stains stretched along the front of it. He needed to do something to keep that little mess from happening, and I had an idea.

"When you're ready to, you know, finish, you should stand up and point it away from us and, you know, let it go on the ground," I suggested.

I don't know if it was the better view of me that I had just given him, or if it was his big sister talking frankly to him about ejaculating onto the open ground, but one of the two or both seemed to have pushed him to the brink of orgasm. He struggled to get to his feet in time, made harder by the fact that his jeans were still around his ankles and one hand continued without interruption to caress his stiff penis -- his dick. He held the bottom of his shirt up out of the way and arched his back and groaned "oh God, oh!" His whole body seemed to spasm once, and then I watched as stream after long stream of white milky fluid shot out from his dick and painted the low green underbrush before him as his hand continued its gentle rhythm on himself. The first long ropes of his orgasm must have gone three or four feet in the air before arcing downward and splashing with a quiet "splut" sound onto the underbrush there by the side of the stream. Once he started to climax, he didn't swear out loud like the streaker had. He was obviously trying hard to keep quiet, and the result was that he gasped a few ragged breaths while he finished.

When he was done, I noticed that he had succeeded in keeping from making a mess except that one thin string of semen stretched from the tip of his penis to the inside of his underpants, and there was a little shiny wetness on his finger, which he wiped against his softening penis before letting his hand fall down do his side. There was no way to clean up the strand of cum in his underwear now; he was just going to have to pull them up and put up with a little stickiness on the way home until it dried. I wondered if there was any way that Mom would be able to tell what it was when she did his laundry, but I figured I would never know.

Once he had finished, my brother quickly pulled up his clothing and started adjusting his belt, all the while appearing to make a very intent study of his own shoes. I could see that his downturned face was a bright red. I knew how he must be feeling right then. I wanted to ease that feeling for him, out of gratitude for the terribly naughty thing I had just made him do. "Wow," I said, "that was incredible. And that was a lot of stuff you had in there. You probably could have hurt somebody." We both laughed. "Thank you, Jordan," I continued, putting my hand on his arm. "Now, let's get back to the car and get you that joint."

On the rest of the way home, we didn't talk about it again. In fact we were both quiet, apparently lost each in our own thoughts. It was an incredible thing he had just done for me, and I thought that overall, the whole afternoon had given me some ideas to try in bed with a lover someday. But I just assumed quite naturally that nothing like this would ever happen again. I smiled the rest of the way home.

My brother and I gradually relaxed around each other as the days went by, letting our little game, as I thought of it, fade into the past.

That was, until the next time that we both happened to have days off from our summer jobs.

I woke up after our parents had already left for work. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water and saw that they had left a list of chores for us to do before they got back.

I scanned the list and then took the glass of water back to my room to get ready for the day. I quickly noticed there was something on my dresser that didn't seem right. Focusing my sleepy eyes, I saw that it was an unopened bottle of Coke, just starting to show beads of condensation in the already-warm summer air. Next to it was an unopened pack of Newports -- my brand, as opposed to my brother's favorite Marlboro reds -- and there was something under the green box of Newports.

It was a folded piece of paper. Inside the folded paper there was a joint, rolled in my little brother's usual ridiculously careful style. I remembered that these basic items represented the "bribe" I had paid my brother to get him to masturbate in the woods that day while I pulled down my own pants and watched him. And then I noticed that, on the folded paper itself were these words, written in my brother's distinct handwriting:

"Want to go double or nothing?"



Double or Nothing Ch. 02



I just have to write the rest of this story. After Cindy tasted the juices of the three of us mingled together from her sweet cunt, she went and cleaned up a bit. She had cum running down her thighs and wanted to be eaten more, so she cleaned it out to give us a fresh pussy to work with.

After about an hour Cindy came out and asked if that was all we could do. Now since she was wearing nothing this was a challenge Rich and I couldn't refuse so she came and sat down between us. This was all it took to get us both off our break and clock into that body of hers. We started slow with just some rubbing and light kissing. We both were kissing her neck and playing with her tits. Cindy had a mouth on each of her tits at the same time and she was in heaven. We both were rubbing her thighs and playing with her pussy at the same time, so she was very much into letting us do what ever we wanted.

I pulled her lips apart as Rich slid his finger into her cunt she let out a little moan and readjusted the way she was sitting so she could see what we were doing to her cunt. Her pussy was still very wet and she was still very turned on, so I slid a finger in along side of his and she started going wild humping our hands. We both looked up at each other and smiled, knowing we had her and she would never be the same after today. 

We were both still naked so she was able to reach both our cocks at the same time and started stroking us. Rich moved down her belly kissing it while I started kissing her and playing with her magnificent titties. Rich was licking her clit and he had two fingers inside that tight pussy of hers that I felt should be very loose by now, but it wasn't. To our delight it had retained its strength and was wanting more dick so we were going to give it to her in a big way.

After what seemed like an eternity he got up and let me take his place much to her delight. Cindy told me later that she loved the way he rubbed her chest and fucked her but he didn't do well eating pussy, and I have a talent at it. Eating pussy is one of my favorite things to do. Cindy's pussy lips are very swollen from lust at this point and her clit is hard and erect. She loves for me to pull her hood back and suck her clit while I finger her. So that's what I give her, Rich was holding her leg up and admiring her whole crotch, while my hands and tongue are working on her juicy cunt. She has his cock in her mouth and is giving him the blow job of his life, while he is still playing with her tits.

After just a few minutes Cindy was tensing up and then she beard down and had a huge orgasm that just kept on going and she lost control of what she was doing with his cock, and was totally lost in her own orgasm. Her stomach and legs were involuntarily shaking from all this. When it was over she said we must go to bed and fuck her good. When we got to the bed Cindy lay down on her back and Rich climbed between her legs and slid his cock right into her awaiting pussy and started humping her hard. He told her we were both going to fuck her as much as she wanted, and she just moaned at that. I got up and let them fuck, she looked so good getting bone by another man.

They were fucking wildly and then Rich stopped and held deep in her and filled her full of cum again. Then he got off and I took his place Cindy looked like she was really in a daze yet from the orgasm she had on the couch, and the fucking she was getting was just adding to it with pure pleasure. When I slid in she just let out a moan and pulled me into her very tight and kissed me as I started pounding her cunt at the start. I looked over at Rich and he was trying to get hard again so he could get in again when I was done. My pounding kept up though because I had already had two orgasms earlier and was here for the long haul and she was loving it.

I was kissing her and pounding her at the same time and saw Rich was ready to go again, so I told him to get ready and take my place. Then as he climbed up on the bed I pulled out with a loud slurp and Rich slid back in and started to pound her again, Cindy was going crazy being pounded by two studs that just wanted to work on her whole body at the same time. Cindy was our job and the payment was very good. Rich pulled out and she got on her knees and let him in for a nice tight slow ride. I thought sure he would go quick but she just kept begging please don't stop, so he went slow and deep. I got in front of her to feed her my cock but she said I just want you guys to fuck me for now and I don't want to have to take my mind off the cock inside me, so I just held her tits while they swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking her.

Rich fucked her until he was pouring with sweat and then he tensed up and unloaded in her cunt. Then it was my turn again, so I replaced him at her back door. When I slid my cock into her she started to convulse again and I just rode her slow and deep pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in with a little thrust she was in a constant orgasm for about ten minutes. When I came it was all I could do to hang on, my balls were drained. I lay forward on her still deep in her cunt and asked if she was enjoying this, her answer was a big yesssss. We had a few more meetings with Rich that I plan to write about soon, but for now Cindy has to proof read for accuracy.



Double or Nothing Ch. 02



"I guess we need to talk, little brother," I began.

"Yeah, I guess we do."

I pulled the bottle of Coke out from behind my back and held it out, and stuck my other hand on my hip. I was wearing jeans and a loose top, my hair still a frizzy mess from my sleep.

I had knocked on his door and I was still standing in the doorway to his bedroom as I confronted him about the note he had left on my dresser.

It had been about a week since I had bribed him with, among other things, a bottle of Coke, into letting me watch him masturbate all the way to the end. Since that time we hadn't spoken about it, not since I had thanked him and tried to ease his embarrassment as he fumbled to get his pants back up; we hadn't spoken since about the private sexual act he had shown to me.

In fact, we both seemed to be gradually relaxing back into our normal brother-sister relationship, until I found a similar collection of "bribes" on my own dresser this morning, along with a note that asked if I wanted to go "double or nothing." That was the phrase I had used that day in the woods as I searched for the words to speak my naughty little wish to him.

When I saw those same words on the note he had left for me this morning, what immediately entered my mind was that he wanted to watch me do to myself what a lady does not speak of. That little fucking pervert! He wanted to watch me pleasure myself.

I was surprised enough, and reluctant enough, back on that day when I got to watch him do it for me, about the fact that he had asked me to drop my own pants at least enough so that he could look at me there. And let me tell you, as aroused as I was watching the second man in one day pleasuring his own hard penis right in front of me -- one secretly and one openly -- as aroused as I was by those things, I had said to myself then as I was saying it to myself now, this little train does not go both ways. I had pulled down my jeans and my panties and I had eventually spread my knees apart for him for a good indecent view of me, but I would not -- could not -- let someone watch me do that with my fingers. Not any man, much less my own younger brother.

And I was so fucking worked up that day, watching him give himself an orgasm for me, that it took every fiber in my being to keep my promise to my own privacy and not put my fingers down there and give myself release then and there. No. No. And No.

"I'm not doing 'it' for you, if that's what this means." I wiggled the Coke bottle at him for emphasis.

He gave me a hurt look. I fumbled on, not wanting to hurt his feelings too bad.

"Listen, Jordan, I told you it was amazing what you showed me that day. It was incredible of you to let me watch you do such a beautiful thing. I'll say the same thing I said then, 'thank you.' Truly. But I just..."

"No, sis, it's not like that."

"Don't interrupt me. I let you look at me that one time just because, I don't know, it seemed only fair. But there's no way that I could..."

"I'm trying to tell you it's not..."

"Ok, then what is it like? You don't want to watch me actually do it, then what? You just want to look again? Because I don't..."

"No. No, sis." His voice was an odd combination of soothing and pleading that I didn't usually get from him. Now I had to know at least what it was he was trying to say. I would listen. Yes, I would listen to his horny male fantasy, and then tell him "no."

"Ok, I'm listening. What did you mean by 'double or nothing'?"

He took a deep breath and I could see him clench his fists like he was struggling to get something out. Heartlessly, I stepped toward where he sat on his unmade bed and jabbed at his ribs with the Coke bottle. "What? Tell me! I want to know right now!"

He made me stop, and then he paused, summoning his courage. I knew this was important for him and there was nothing else to do. I waited.

"I... I ... I want to do it again, just like we did before."

Surprise of surprises! Those words hung between us for a moment as he slowly found the courage to look up in my eyes.

This was not what I had expected. I naturally assumed that my little brother, having put on an unspeakably naughty display of brazenly stroking his naked member while his big sister watched, touching his engorged flesh in front of me until he spilled his seed before me on the ground there in the woods, now wanted me to return the forbidden favor, and let him watch me pull down my pants and make myself come in front of him as he watched. That was the thing I was there to tell him I could never, ever do.

It never would have occurred to me that this was not his request. Instead, he was offering me a bribe in order to get me to consent to watching him again while he wickedly brought himself to another climax.

Little brother! 

We may be able to reach an accord here.

It was then that I really noticed for the first time what he was wearing. A white cotton t-shirt and a pair of red running shorts with white piping around the seams and a great big bulge in the crotch.

Well, I guess it wasn't the shorts so much as my little brother that had the great big bulge in the crotch.

Finally, I let out the breath that I discovered I had been holding, and flashed him my best smile. "Jordan, you don't ever have to bribe me if you like to have me watch you that way. Well, as long as no one else is around," I giggled.

It took a moment for this to sink in, and then: "Whew," he said. "I didn't know if you might freak out on me when I told you."

"What? Don't be silly, little boy. Come on," I gestured, "let's go out on the deck. I want you to do it there, and after I watch you, we can smoke this joint together. " I paused, watching for his reaction. "I don't want you to smoke it beforehand because it might, you know..." I gestured at the obvious tent in his shorts. I stifled another giggle.

I knew from many times laying out in a bikini on the deck that we had complete privacy there, assured by the angle of our house and the woods that nearly surrounded our yard. If anyone came around, we would hear them long before they could see us.

I didn't wait for his answer but instead, turning and walking with a little extra wiggle in my backside, I headed toward the deck. As we passed through the kitchen, I thought about asking him if he wanted to bring a tissue to catch himself in, but then I remembered how especially dirty it was to see that one man shoot his semen on himself and just leave it there, and I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't going to mention it if he wasn't.

When we got to the sliding door for the deck, I realized that my brother had left his shirt behind and was now walking along in only the running shorts. We stepped out into the late morning sunshine and he chose one lounge chair and I took the other, turning it around so that it was facing his, and sliding it up so that I would be closer to the action.

We both took our positions and settled in.

"Now, first off, one thing," he started. "Same deal as before, we both drop our pants on the count of three."

There he goes again, wanting to look at my pretty little girl privates! While at first I had thought, "what perverted brother wants to see his sister's bits?" it was dawning on me now that the better question was, "what man wouldn't want to see what I'm hiding in my jeans?" Oh well, one good pervert deserves another, and I had agreed before that it was only fair.

I looked at him with more confidence than I felt and said "yep, same deal."

"Okay," and he hesitated, as though for one last fleeting moment he wasn't completely convinced that he should bare himself to me and do that most intimate thing to himself while I sat there in front of him and watched it. Then he looked straight at me with steely resolve. "One," he brought his hands to the waistband of his shorts. I fumbled quickly to tug open the button on my jeans. "Two," he raised his butt up off of the lounge chair and looked across at me as I pulled down my zipper and did the same. "Three!" A rustle of fiber as two young siblings simultaneously thrust their lower garments to their knees, leaving their genitals exposed to each other and to the open air. His naked crotch, of course, was facing out toward the back yard and the woods and beyond, while mine at least had the relative privacy of only facing toward him and the house.

As he had been the first time he exposed himself to me, he was already fully erect, and he sat there for a moment with his hands on the tops of his shorts and his obscenely aroused penis waving slightly above his belly. Then he drew up his knees and pushed his shorts the rest of the way down and threw them away back toward the kitchen door.

I was now staring at my completely naked, completely aroused and erect younger brother, outside on the deck in our back yard, while our parents were away at work, completely unaware of this little mutual naked display we were sharing.

Once naked, he brought his hand to his penis and, fixing his eyes on the place between my legs that I had opened for him, he gripped himself exactly as he had done before and began to stimulate that little spot where the skin bunched together under his head.

He let his other head roll back on his shoulders as he settled into a rhythm and let the sensations roll over him. His hips moved up from the seat and he seemed already to be very aroused. Then he slowed down the motion of his hand and appeared to regain control, returning his gaze to my middle. Remembering something he had asked me for before, I tugged up at the bottom of my shirt. I wanted so badly to give him the extra gift of removing my top and at least seeing me in only my bra, but I was so self-conscious about my little tiny boobs that I couldn't quite bring myself to do that.

But my arousal was growing and I guess it was affecting my judgment so instead of flashing my chest at him, I kept my shirt where it was above my belly and instead used my legs and feet to remove my pants and underwear the rest of the way. Just as he had done by removing his shorts, this time, I, too, had escalated our game by one more step.

I felt such wanton excitement now at being here in front of my brother totally nude from the waist down, and we were making no secret of the fact that we were gazing at what each other had to offer down there.

If my little brother was anything, he was a consistent masturbator. Just as he had done the other day, he held himself between thumb and index finger like a writer holds a pencil (not that I am comparing his dick to a pencil, mind you. He was a fine enough specimen of male flesh) and his hand never strayed far from that favorite magic spot.

But I did notice that today, at least after that first apparent near-finish, he was now taking it very slow, savoring the feelings that he was giving himself as I watched, making this show he was performing for me last as long as he could.

And I'll tell you, it was driving me fucking crazy. This was probably made all the worse by the fact that I had completely removed my own pants, baring me in a whole new way to him. My own desire was now almost unquenchable.

Several times I nearly overcame my own personal taboo and reached a hand down there to give myself what I desperately wanted and needed in his presence. I gripped my hands against the sides of my lounge chair as if to protect me against my own desires.

It struck me again that my brother, lying there openly masturbating in front of me, not just in front of me but actually doing it for me, was completely naked as he made love to himself that way. I was seeing it all.

He stared at my waist and started breathing in small gasps and making little noises and his hips started to thrust upwards and the small motions of his hand gained speed and he opened his mouth to say "oh" just as the most incredibly strong blast of semen shot forth from the head of his cock and I actually wondered for a moment if it was going to reach as far as his open mouth. Indeed, I think, it would have.

But sensing the danger of that nasty result, he thrust his head to the side at the last moment and the first and strongest rope of his climax landed almost at the bottom of his ear, the rest of it painting his neck and his collarbone and nearly his nipple and his belly. The remaining spurts of his orgasm landed more safely on his ribs.

Wow, I thought, that was so fucking cool. 

He was totally into that. 

Who was I kidding? I was totally into that. 

Some of the cum on my brother's chest was rolling down his sides, coating even more of his skin.

Unexpectedly, sitting there and observing the flowing of my brother's cum brought back to my mind the memory of my first blowjob, of the cum that had shot into my warm little mouth making me cough some of it back out partly through my nose. I remembered the sticky, sour sensation of swallowing the part of that boy's orgasm that had stayed in my mouth and my throat.

And as well I envisioned the streaker we had watched masturbate in the woods that day, and how, not knowing that we were there spying on his dirty little deed, he had brought a taste of his own pre-cum to his tongue as we watched.

I looked at my naked brother as his own semen began to roll across his bare skin, and I felt the growing insistent need of my own desire, and I thought of a new, naughty bargain. 

He just might make this deal, I thought. And I just might, too.

So I reached a finger suggestively down toward my clit and, without actually touching myself in an intimate place, I looked right at the cum that he had left painted on his chest, and with my desire taking control of my will, I asked him.

"Want to go double or nothing?" 



Double or Nothing Ch. 03



So there we were, my brother and me, late one fine summer morning. We were stretched out on lounge chairs on the deck behind our parents' house, sheltered from view by the house itself and, on the other side, by the woods at the edge of the back yard.

I figured that the most unusual part of this quiet scene was that my jeans and little feminine panties lay in a bundle on the deck beside me, leaving me totally bare from my waist, down my soft naked thighs, and all the way down to my toes. More nude even than that, actually, because I had pulled my shirt up over my belly a little bit, too, the way that I remembered my younger brother had asked me to do once before. 

My legs were wickedly and carelessly apart and my little brother was sitting in just the right place to enjoy this display. The wispy triangle of curly blonde hair that I had exposed between my legs did absolutely nothing to hide my private place from his view. I had never been this bare for him before. And, oh yes, make no mistake, he was viewing it, the eyeful I was giving him of the moist, vertical slit of my girl parts in front of him.

For his part, meanwhile, my brother was completely naked, every bit of him, head to toe. That, too, was a first for us. A pair of red running shorts lay on the deck a few feet away from him, where he had tossed them casually away, leaving them forlornly on the deck beyond his reach. Absolutely the only thing on him at that moment was the rather substantial quantity of his own semen that had streamed there just moments before as he finished what he had asked me to let him do that morning: he had asked me if he could once again pleasure himself to his climax while I watched. 

And yes, make no mistake, I had been watching, as he touched and rubbed his erection until he had shot his sperm out so forcefully that it had spouted up against him and nearly even reached his own mouth.

His fluid now lay in streaks and pools that stretched from the end of his softening penis, across his belly and chest, until drops of it touched his neck and his jaw near his left ear. Some of it, near the sides of his chest, was starting to run in milky little rivulets down his bare skin, while a fair amount of the thick cloudy liquid was pooling on his belly.

I suspected that he might have liked to get up just about then and go inside the house to clean himself. I, on the other hand, was letting my own racing desire for release get the better of me, and I had taunted him with the same "double or nothing" dare that had now essentially become the name for our illicit and incestuous little game of show and squirt. 

Oops! Did I say "squirt"? I meant show and tell.

This time, to tempt him, I had slid one hand down my belly and let one finger brush idly at the tops of my sparse blonde pubes, teasingly close to my swollen and tender girl things, hinting that I might go farther and touch them under his gaze. It was a place I knew I could never have gone while he watched, but I offered that to him anyway.

At least I had his attention. To my suggestion of another "double or nothing," he had replied, "what do you have in mind?" not taking his eyes from my indecently displayed inner thighs.

I was so nervous right then that I was afraid my voice would quiver. But I knew what I wanted and I made myself say the words.

"OK," I began slowly, and I paused to see his response. 

"I will do it in front of you, little brother, right here and now. Do you think you would like that? If your big sister masturbated out here on the deck for you, and came in front of you?"

"Oh, yeah!" There was real enthusiasm in his voice, and I expected nothing less.

"OK, but, you have to do exactly as I tell you."

I don't know just what he thought I was going to make him do for this, but apparently his hormones were thoroughly in control of his 19-year-old male body even though he had just had a rather massive orgasm from his own hand while his older sister had watched him do it.

"Anything," he replied. "Just say it."

The tragic flaw of man, I thought. Oh, the nasty things I could make him do to fulfill that unqualified vow.

"OK," I said again very slowly. 

I moved both hands to the tops of my thighs and began rubbing my smooth skin there, without actually touching the moist part of me that desperately needed my attention. I took in a deep breath through my nose, and I settled down farther in the lounge chair, all to give him the not-entirely-false impression that my gentle hand movements were already sending sexual charges inside of me.

I waited for him to look up and I looked him in the eye and I said as firmly as I could, "I want you to touch your cum."

He gave me a surprised and quizzical look that quickly changed to a sort of "just that?" shrug, and he reached up with his left hand and un-self-consciously touched one of the smaller streams of his climax that clung near the base of his ribs. He rubbed the liquid into his skin. 

His eyes returned to the place where my hands were sliding down and caressing the tops of my thighs. A quiet "Mmmmm" escaped from me as I wanted and needed to encourage him to accept my next little wish. That wish was a deeply dirty idea that would take him to the very edge of his will, I was sure.

He waited to hear my instruction.

I screwed up my courage and took the next step. "Let me see you taste it for me."

A pause. I knew this was too much to ask. I knew that he would not do it any more than I could bring myself to let him watch me lie there and pleasure myself with my own hand. But my arousal was speaking in place of me.

"Oh, Jesus, sis, you're going to think I'm gay," he replied, removing his hand from his ribs.

"Jordan. Little brother. I know you're not gay. Trust me on this." This seemed to relax him a little, and his hand drooped closer to his ribs again. My breathing grew heavier and my words remained steady and slow. "And well, why, if girls can swallow that stuff, you know, like you want us to, then, why can't you? It's only fair, don't you think? Even if it's only once?" 

This notion that some things were "only fair" was in essence the very same reason that my own pants were all the way off here, right now, in the backyard with him, and why they had been down around my knees the last time, out in the woods by the golf course. I was sure he must certainly have understood that.

"Just taste a little bit of it and I'll make myself... um, I'll have an orgasm with you, just for you, right here. Right now." I drew and released another deep breath of pent-up desire.

After a long hesitation, while I wondered if I had taken our game too far, he finally moved his hand slowly back toward himself and tentatively scooped up a little bit of the liquid that was all over his chest, collecting some onto the middle finger of his left hand, and then drawing it up, he moved it toward his lips. 

Then he stopped and blushed so cutely, and looking at me with a raised eyebrow, he inched his finger with its dab of his own fresh semen toward his face. I figured he needed another soft "Mmmm" of encouragement from me, so I slid my hands back along the tops of my thighs toward, but not touching, my needy little wet place, and I gave him one. 

God, I was getting so wet and I was wishing so hard I didn't have this problem, the problem that I had such need but at the same time I couldn't let him see me doing what I wanted so badly to do with myself. My breathing quickened and my nostrils flared.  

He saw my arousal and, apparently wanting to get his part over with, he quickly dipped his finger finally into his mouth, closed his lips around it, and then withdrew it. The finger emerged from his mouth, glistening with little more than saliva. A thin string of moisture followed it and then broke and fell back to his lips. The visible drop of cum that had been carried on his finger just a moment before was gone. He had done it. He had placed his own cum inside of his mouth for me.

A swirl of feelings passed through my body. I had just gotten my little brother to strip naked and masturbate right in front of me, and to deposit his considerable orgasm right there onto himself, and then to taste a nasty drop of his own cum while he knew I was watching his display. And I had not yet so much as touched anything on myself more private than the barest edge of my pubes and the tops of my thighs.

He looked down at my hands where they rubbed against feminine skin, but it was skin that would have been visible at any pool in a bikini; and seeing me touch no more than I could give for him just then, he looked up at me as if to say, "it's your turn."

I had promised to pleasure myself in front of him, all the way to my own orgasm, and dear God did I need to attend to my needs right then, but I still could not bring myself to touch myself like that, to show him how I knew to make love to myself in my own private place, not right there outside in front of him. I willed my hands with all my heart to begin touching myself at long last in that intimate way for him, but my hands just refused to obey.

I was desperate for a release, but apparently I was just as desperate to keep my own sacred and most secret privacy. 

And then I remembered that I had made my brother promise to do anything I told him, in exchange for letting him have this most dirty delight from his sister. So I prepared to command him one last time.

"Jordan, you have to do one more thing for me, or I just can't do this."

"Anything, sis, I promise."

As if to demonstrate his sincerity, he rubbed another glob of his ejaculate from his messy stomach onto his finger and moved it up to his mouth, this time reaching out his tongue slowly, his eyes watching me all the while, and he made a show for me of slowly and thoroughly cleaning it off. 

When he was done with this lewd display, he made sure that I could tell that he had swallowed himself.

As he had intended, his courage enabled me to go on.

I absorbed what he had just shown me and I screwed up my courage and I stammered, "OK, when I'm ... doing it, you can't... you can't look at me down there. I just can't... I just can't do it if you watch me like that. So I need you to... I want you to look me in the eye and you have to just keep looking me in the eye and nowhere else, until I'm done." My cheeks flushed so hot, I couldn't believe I was saying these things to my brother.

I was so worried that this would be a deal-breaker for him, that he would have been so intent on openly and finally getting to watch his big sister please herself with her hand right there, on full display in front of him, seeing my fingers lewdly playing and strumming and perhaps even parting and probing inside my own naked sex, that he would refuse my final request. I was so afraid, but I just didn't know what else we could do.

My hands were frozen, still, at the tops of my bare thighs, and my arousal was near unbearable, and that desire controlled me so much that I feared I would just reach down and cross that line and do a thing to myself in full view of him that I would forever regret. I redoubled my will and locked my eyes with his, and waited.

He made me wait with my insistent need forever. Then, he spoke.

"Is that all?" he smiled. "I can do that for my big sister." He gently smiled and then actually stood up, and not having cleaned himself, I could see that this movement sent the parts of his semen that were still liquid on his skin running in new little rivulets down towards his waist. He adjusted his lounge chair so that his head was even with my waist, and I realized that this change would remove my secret place from even his peripheral view. Then he adjusted the back of his chair upward so that his face would be closer to mine. 

He was doing everything he could to make clear that he would leave me the space to be private with my touching of myself.

Sitting back down, he returned his eyes to mine, and holding them there determinedly, he softly said, "now, make some magic for yourself."

The thrill of the wickedness of what I was prepared to do then raced from somewhere in the center of me out to my genitals and my breasts, and from there to my shoulders and thighs. My face flushed hot, and my hands slowly slid inward to massage my waiting place. I looked into his eyes, and seeing him watching me then, keeping his promise, I let my hands increase the pressure below, indirectly causing the most delicious waves of sensation to pulse inwards, into my desperately neglected sex.

I guess I would call the little plaintive sound that escaped involuntarily from my throat just then a purr, as I allowed myself to touch and enjoy and enjoy and touch and caress myself all the while that my little brother, totally naked in his own right, sat back in his chair a few feet away from me and gazed into my eyes. He was steadfast in not breaking contact with me as I continued doing the unthinkable things I was enjoying, sharing the unshareable touches I was having with my hands down in the moist place between my legs, down where he did not see. 

As I stared back into his eyes, I could smell his breath and my moistness together mixing there in the still morning air. I dared not think whether he, too, knew that he could inhale just then and smell his big sister's aching sexual need. I knew that I was hiding the motions of my hands from him but I also knew as warmth spread upwards from my chest that he could see the results of my gentle touching painted indecently on my face as I slipped into a trance of my own pleasure. He knew what I was doing. He knew what I was feeling. He knew what was going to come.

Had I been alone in the dark in my room with no one to observe or hear, I would have breathed out words to tell the night how good this touching felt, but even these little private sounds I could not share with anyone, so out on the deck with my brother so close I was left with only jagged breaths, and these, too, I would have controlled if I could. 

But by then, I was no longer in control, and instead I was controlled by the lust and the sinful pleasure that was rising inside of me, all over me, and most sinfully of all, the pleasure that was growing because of me. I returned to that raw moment enough to assure myself that my brother was still looking in my eyes -- and he was -- and then I was no longer aware of my hands and my soft place as distinct parts of me, as they moved with such desire against each other. 

I was just a glowing thing of sex and electric delight and it got brighter and warmer and stronger and I was staring furiously at him sitting there nude across from me and finally I crashed into the black hole of an orgasm so powerful that every muscle in my body clenched and released and it went on and on again as the climax washed over and through me and I was suddenly crying, sobbing uncontrollably in my shame and my lust and my joy and my thrill and my pride as I looked straight into my brother's eyes. 

Yes, that's right, my pride.

Pride. For I had at last, never believing I could do it, matched my brother's sexual courage, lying there nude from my belly to my toes, outside on the deck in our yard, with him beside me; I had gone and displayed the most intimate thing a girl could possess, an orgasm of her own creation. I had matched my brother's brazen sensual courage, or, I confessed to myself, I had come pretty damned close.

When he saw my sudden tears, Jordan moved towards me. It was his brotherly instinct to comfort my tears, I'm sure. 

"No!" I blurted out.

"Don't! You're all sticky!" I warned him, laughing now through my sobs, and I involuntarily raised a hand and a leg to prevent him from taking me in a brotherly and semen-complicated hug.

Hearing my laugh, he drew back but kept his eyes, now wide, locked on mine. "Uh, hey, are you OK?" he whispered to me, with soft, genuine concern in his voice as I wept and laughed and tried at the same time to collect myself. "Oh yeah," I breathed in response. Oh yeah. I was OK, all right.

I lay back and played my hands across my bare belly, with an immense feeling of contentment and pride, and I looked over and smiled with warm affection at the greatest little brother in the world, and I discreetly dangled one hand over the side of my lounge chair until I secretly found a piece of my inside-out jeans and panties, clasping them; and readying myself, I gave my naked little brother a reassuring look, just before I cried:

"First dibs on the shower!" and with that, I ran toward the kitchen door.



Double or Nothing Ch. 04



To the reader:  I hope you can tell by now that I love writing stories like this.  I never intended this simple brother-sister one to turn into a saga, but your comments and private feedback have encouraged me to let it keep coming to me.  It surprises me every time.  Writing is the first joy, and your feedback is the second.  Don't let any author try to tell you otherwise.  Thank you.  - Brandie



Emily was my best friend in high school.  She had gone off to college in New York while I went to a small school in North Carolina.  Today was one of those rare chances for the two of us to catch up, since I had the day off and her summer internship had just ended.

We were sitting around a table on the deck at my parents' house, under a big green umbrella, sipping some sangria that Emily had brought.  My parents were both at work.  My little brother, Jordan, was home, but he left us girls alone.  In idle moments I wondered if he would want to play our game after Emily left.  I had been enjoying our little game and it had been a few days now since the last time.

Emily had on a bright yellow summer dress with a tiny print.  It had little strings on the shoulders and was ruffled across the breast, made to be worn with no bra.  Unlike my small chest, hers filled out the dress properly.

I had on what I called boy-shorts: soft flannel things cut like oversized boxer shorts.  They were pink, and above them I wore a loose white tank tee, also with no bra underneath.  It was baggy enough that it revealed nothing about my chest, as I wanted it. 

 Along with the wine, Emily had also brought a copy of Penthouse magazine that she had "borrowed" from her younger brother. 

We looked and giggled together and sometimes gasped at the girls who were splayed so obscenely across the well-used pages.  But looking at "wide open beavers" – or "WOBs" as Kurt Vonnegut called them – had only so much interest for two college girls.  Emily turned to the "letters" section and, reading to herself for a second, wiggled in her chair and grinned, "oh, listen to this!"

She proceeded to read me a story about a man who had been working as a nude model when the gorgeous, 36-24-36 blonde who was drawing him set down her pencils and had sex with him three different ways.  Although I'd seen a boy start to get hard again not long after having one orgasm, it sure seemed to me that three in a row was a bit much.  

"I never dreamt this would happen to me," indeed!

Although we both laughed, I felt a familiar warmth start to grow in my middle.

I grabbed the magazine from Emily and read the next letter to her.  It was from a woman who really enjoyed sharing the magazine with her husband, and who took inspiration from the photos of some of the girls to let her husband enjoy her anally for the first time.  I remember she described the feeling as "not unfamiliar," and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what that meant.  In fact, I squirmed a little thinking about having a penis in there.  I mean, I knew some people did that, but, ouch.

With a few glasses of sangria in me, and the pleasure of being with Emily, I was becoming nicely relaxed.  The raunchy discussion of sex between us, even if it was just other peoples' crazy fantasies, kept a pleasant tension growing in my belly.

It was Emily's turn, and she read a story about a young man masturbating alone in his room, describing in some detail the way he touched his penis and cupped his balls to give himself pleasure.  Then came a tap on his door and, too quickly, his mother had walked in with a stack of clean laundry.  Confronted with his obvious predicament, she had frozen on the spot.  Meanwhile, the sight of a woman observing his private business had pushed him over the top, and he described how he coated himself with "buckets of goo" right there in front of his mom.

"Buckets of goo."  Honestly, who thinks of these phrases?

But you know, of course, what that story had brought to my mind.  My own little brother, 19-year-old Jordan.  This summer, I had discovered that he liked letting me watch him masturbate.  And I discovered that I liked watching it, too.  In fact, just a few days ago, we had each pulled off our bottoms and pleasured ourselves in our turn, right here on the deck.

Unaware of my thoughts, Emily let out a "whew" and made a show of wiping her brow as she passed the magazine back to me.  There was one letter left.  

"I've never seen a boy do that," she said, "but I just know my brother does it.  What else would he be doing with this stuff?"   She gestured at the magazine.  I blushed as I fumbled to pick it up.

"Whoa, what are you blushing for?  Don't tell me... Have you ... you know ... ever watched a guy doing that?"  I avoided her eyes.  Seeing me hesitate, she rushed on. "You have!  Oh, no, girl, you have to tell me all about it.  My God, that's so nasty!  Really?  Who was it?  What was it like?"

I was embarrassed to the limit.  I gave her a weak smile and held up one finger and stood, making like I had to go to the bathroom.

"I want to hear everything when you get back," she called after me.

I did not have to pee.  Instead, I went quickly down into the family room, where my brother, Jordan, was alone playing bumper pool on the little table down there.  I noticed that two windows high up on the wall of the converted basement were open.

"Jesus, Jordan!  Were you listening?  Could you hear us?" I asked in a low tone, unable to hold back a smile.

He laughed gently.  "Yep.  I heard.  I know why you're here and the answer is 'no.'"

"Oh Jordan, come on.  I think she would love it.  Why not?  You know I do!"

"Really?  I think she'd just think I'm a loser."

"I think you've got it all wrong.  You need to trust me on this."  He looked at me and raised his chin in a way that said "I'm listening."

"Just let me ask her, please?  And you can listen and see what she says." I gestured toward the open window.  "I'm telling you, she'll love it."  And I added, even more softly, "and then she'll owe you one."  I could not resist a wink.

My little brother moved away from the bumper pool table and set down his cue.  I thought I detected a bulge in his crotch.  He just shrugged, saying nothing.  "Wait here!" I whispered, and practically flew back up and out to the deck.

I sat down across from Emily, doing my best to suppress a smile.

"So, Emily," I said slowly.

She leaned forward to hear my story.  "No, wait," she interrupted quickly.  "Tell me it wasn't Bill Kelly, isn't he the one you ... you know...?"  She meant the boy whose cum I had swallowed the summer after graduating from high school.

"No," I assured her.  "Better."  This got an appreciative "ooh" out of her and she clapped her hands.

"What if," I began, still dragging it out slowly, "what if you could actually watch a guy do it for you right now, live?"  Her eyes went big and round, and her mouth was following suit, as the realization came to her.

"Jordan!?  No!" and she leaned forward so far she nearly came out of her chair.  "Oh my God, I mean yes!  Are you serious?  He..." and she made a gesture with her hand simulating a guy stroking himself.  "Oh my God!" she repeated.

"Do you want to?  I'm sure he would if you want."

"Girl, what are we waiting for?"  I had expected I could eventually talk her into watching him.  I was a bit surprised, however, at her eagerness.  I guess I was not the only girl who liked watching a man showing his most private touch for me.

She stood up and gave me a "get moving" gesture.  I led her down to the family room where my little brother was setting up another game of bumper pool.  He looked at me and blushed when Emily and I came in.  He avoided looking at her.

"Well, bro, she said 'yes.'  In fact, I think what she said was 'hell yes.'"  Emily gasped and slapped me lightly on the arm.

He kept his eyes on me and said, "Well, you know the deal.  I'm not the only one who loses my pants."  Crap.  I hadn't thought of this.  My secret was out.  Emily was staring at me now with her jaw open and it was my turn to blush.  "In fact," he went on, "since I'm ... since there's two of you, I think someone should get naked.  All the way."

Emily and I stumbled on each other's hurried denials.  "Oh no.  No way."

"Ok, fine," he said, and pretended to go back to his game.

To my surprise, it was Emily who wouldn't let go.  "We'll make it fair.  We'll ...  we'll play a hand of Hearts, and the loser has to strip."  Hearts was a game that Emily and I and our friends had played a million times over the years.  "Jordan plays too, but his score doesn't matter, just me and you."  

I really, really didn't want to show my chest to my brother, any more than I wanted to be naked with him where Emily could see us.  But her compromise seemed only fair, and the sangria and my desire were out-voting me.  So with a slight feeling of dread at where this might lead – what I might have to do – I gave in and grabbed a deck of cards from the game closet.  We sat on the floor around the coffee table and my kid brother removed the two of clubs and dealt out the 51 remaining cards.  

I picked up my cards and sorted them.  I looked worriedly at the Ace, King and ten of Diamonds; that could be trouble.  But there was not much else in my hand.  No high Spades, and just two low Hearts.  The rest I could find a way to get rid of.

Emily, to Jordan's left, played first.  We played a few tricks without breaking the ice, and finally Emily was the first to take a Heart.  Nice.  I relaxed a bit thinking that I was one card closer to keeping my clothing on my little breasts.  

When Emily took the second heart, a nagging doubt rose in my mind.  By the time she had collected five of them, I was sure.

She's shooting the moon, damn it, I thought, biting my tongue to avoid table talk with my brother.   Shooting the moon: a truly appropriate name under the circumstances, I thought with a wry smile.  If she took all the "bad" tricks, she would win.  It was risky, sure, but sometimes the only way out if you had a lot of high cards.  It failed often enough, and when it did it failed spectacularly, leaving that player with most, but not all, of the unwanted cards.  

Emily must have a very bad hand.  She was playing all-or-nothing with her modesty.  And mine.

"Little brother," I willed him to read my thoughts, "do something!  You've got to protect me.  Take one before it's too late.  Too late for me.  Don't make me be the one who has to undress."  But I respected the rules and said nothing.

She led out the high Spades, trying to draw the Queen.  Jordan must have had it.  He ducked the Ace and the King.  With that, Emily gave an exasperated sigh and led a low Club with a gesture of surrender.  She had failed and she already had five hearts against her.  I smiled triumphantly, imagining her shame as she dropped the cute summer dress in front of us.  My brother was going to love watching that.

I had to take the Club trick with only the five.  I pushed a low Spade at my brother, and he smiled broadly at me before playing the Queen.  Emily dropped another high Heart on the trick, now desperately trying to get rid of her winners.  But the first bridge had been crossed; my brother had taken one for me, preventing Emily from getting them all.  It was 14 points for him, but as Emily had pointed out, that didn't matter.  He would be stripping for us no matter who won the game.  This was between Emily and me.  And he was on my side.

Alas, brother led a Diamond, and my ten was good.  I was stuck in the lead with few cards left and the knot in my belly grew as, one by one, I collected the remaining Hearts.  At the end of the game, Jordan had 14 points, and Emily 5.  I didn't bother re-counting the 7 Hearts in my pile.  I had lost.  I would have to strip naked in front of Emily and my brother together.

Jordan stayed quiet as Emily gloated.  "Come on, girl, take it off!  You're holding up the show."  I was tense, reluctant, and I felt heat spreading unwanted from my breasts to my cheeks.

We all stood, with Emily smoothing her summer dress and taking a seat in the overstuffed chair near the sofa.  I looked at my brother with a nervous smile.  "Turn around a sec, ok?" I asked him.  He gave me his own reassuring smile and turned to face away from me, folding his arms.  I turned as well, and stepped out of my boy-shorts and stopped.  The top or the panties next?  It didn't matter in the end.  I chose the top and removed it, and noticed Emily watching me, a hand covering her mouth.  "What are you looking at?" I demanded in mock anger.

This was it.  It was hard – harder than peeling off my pants on the deck for Jordan to see.  I had never undressed in front of my best friend.  She would see me do it now, with my brother right there in the room.

And worse, if it could be, the handfuls on my chest had never been seen by a male.

Emily reached out suddenly and yanked my panties past my knees.  I felt my bareness right through me.  I bent at the knees, ladylike as I could; freeing my panties, I folded and set them with the rest of my clothes.  I quickly dropped onto the couch, trying my best to crawl into the corner of it and disappear.  Looking at my brother standing there, his back to me, I reminded myself this was going to be worth what I was feeling right now.  I was going to get another boy show, and to share it with my best friend.  But my naked body was paying the price of admission for her.  I vowed not to let her forget it.  I drew my bare knees to my chest.

"Ok, go ahead.  You can turn around now," my voice quivered as I said it.  He turned his head and found me.  My hands moved involuntarily to cover my boobs.

He turned the rest of his body then, and seeing me covering myself, he cocked his head and gave me a half-hearted scowl.  He peeled off his shirt, and then in one motion pushed his denim cut-offs and white briefs together to the floor.  Emily let out a little "oh my God" as he straightened back up.  He was hard.  She whispered to me "it's so... nice!"  A whisper, but loud enough that I knew my brother could hear it.

He took himself in his hand while still standing and, returning her appreciation, he pointed himself straight at Emily.  It might have been the first time he had looked directly at her.  He touched himself slowly up from the base of his shaft, letting his hand slide all the way past his swollen tip.  His erection bounced free and he settled himself on the corner of the sofa across from me.

The cushions shifted with his weight.  Without thinking, I moved my hands down from my breasts to help me adjust on the couch.  Once I settled, I quickly returned them.

"It's ok, you know," he said gently, subtly massaging himself as he spoke.  "I think they're really pretty if you ask me."  My own kid brother telling me, naked me, that my breasts were pretty.  An odd sort of gratitude washed over me and a tingle ran over my skin.

"She has beautiful breasts," Emily responded firmly.  "I can see you don't mind looking," she added, giggling as she nodded at his rigid member.

"Hmmmm," he breathed, taking just one finger and rubbing the tip of it up and down the length of his penis.  He had one leg bent and resting along the back of the couch, his foot a mere inches from mine.  The other leg was stretched out with his foot resting down on the floor, pointed nearly at Emily.  His testicles rested softly on the cushion beneath him.  As he continued to touch himself lightly like that, my eyes were locked on his body, and Emily ceased to exist.  My hands fell forgotten to my sides.  I let one bent leg rock back and forth against the other, sending pleasant sensations coursing through me.

My brother took so much time pleasing himself, gently, slowly, lazily.  He would seem to reach a plateau where his toes would stretch apart and he would breathe out a soft little moan, then remove his hand completely and draw in a gasp and start all over again.  The sweet agony of want was driving me crazy; I don't know how he lasted so long.

At last, he could postpone it no more.  He tilted his head way back on the arm of the sofa and pointed his penis higher in the air than he ever had before.  He gripped himself in his thumb-and-two-fingers way and his movements became quick and uneven.  "Oh fuuuu..." he breathed, and then he shot stream after thick white stream of himself up in the air, looping ropes of his climax, to land on his stomach and ribs.  I sensed real wetness arrive at the tops of my thighs and my nipples were so taut and sensitive just then that I'm sure they would have burst from a touch.  I loved watching his seed squirting up from the fat tip of his dick.

If I thought he had pumped out a large volume of liquid before, I had seen nothing yet.  Clearly, this new escalation of our secret masturbation game had brought him to a new level of climax.

He looked down at himself and quickly brought his arms in to his sides and leveled his belly.  It dawned on me: he had draped so much of his fluid on his belly that if he so much as moved right now, he would drip sperm onto the fabric of the couch, and that would be a bit of a problem.

I jumped up without thinking, to get a hand towel, and in the same motion I grabbed my top, dragging it with me.  As I moved, I saw Emily, remembered Emily, from the corner of my eye.  She was quickly pulling down the hem of her dress and pretending to brush something from her knee.  She looked up at me sheepishly, cheeks speckled red, and shrugged.  I wondered if Jordan...  Had she...?

There wasn't time to finish the thought.  I imagined him soiling the couch any second.  I moved quickly to the downstairs powder room, pulling my top over my head as I went.  It barely came down over my privates, but it was something.  I grabbed a hand towel and wetted it with warm water.

When I got back, Jordan still lay there nude, his penis thick now but not hard, still awkwardly using his arms to stop his orgasm from staining the cushions.  Without thinking, I reached down and began wiping his cum from the arm nearest me, so that he could free it to clean himself the rest of the way.  I inspected my work and saw that there was a good bit of the stuff on his hand, the hand that he had used so slowly to produce this condition.

While Emily sat silent and still, I took my brother's hand in the wet towel and gently cleaned his thumb and fingers. It rushed through me hard without warning that this was a deeply, unexpectedly intimate way of touching him, hand to hand, separating his fingers, taking care of his semen for him.

It had been an unstated rule that we did not touch during these games, my brother and me.  Watching each other was one thing.

That barrier held solid for me, meaningful and important to me, and I hurried to finish his hand and release the raw touch; yet, as I wiped his mess from my brother's hand one finger at a time with the cloth, something light and electric seized my heart.  My bare sex felt the air burning between us.

And then a movement near his belly drew my eye, while Emily sat there yet, silent and still.

Oh God, little bro.  Oh, Jesus God, not now.

Lying on the sofa right after his hot climax, bared there before Emily and me, with his hand being cleaned by me and the wet towel, my kid brother, Jordan, was hard.



Double or Nothing Ch. 05



Emily came to my rescue.  "Ok, that's enough, you two.  I'll take over with that."  She nudged me aside.  I carefully found a clean spot on the messy, wet towel that I had been using to wipe my brother's sperm from his arm and hand, and passed it to her.  It was hard to read the look on her face just then.  Scolding, perhaps?

My 19-year-old younger brother had just put on a show for me and my best friend in the family room of my parents' house.  He had made such a mess on himself that, while embarrassed to be totally nude myself, I knew that I had to go get a towel to start cleaning him so that he wouldn't stain the sofa.  

When I stood to race for the towel, I thought for sure I had caught my friend Emily with her own dress hiked up, right there where he could have seen.  

The room itself was filled with the mixed scents of our arousal.  I hoped it would pass before my parents got home, but I was too inexperienced back then to have any way of knowing for sure.

Then I had made the innocent mistake, while trying to start cleaning him, of taking his wet hand into mine.

Emily took the towel and looked down at my kid brother as he lay bare on the couch.  I was so grateful for her interruption.  She must have seen how the simple act of touching his hand with mine, and wiping his fingers clean with the damp cloth, had unsettled me deeply.  

Oh dear God, that feeling.  It was not lust, it was not sexual, joining our hands together that way. 

It was ... intimate.  

And I think she was as surprised as me when that simple short contact had stirred Jordan's flagging erection to life.

Yes, ok, I admit, I had gotten a kick out of watching my younger brother masturbate.  Yes, I knew he enjoyed pleasuring himself to his orgasm while I watched him.  These were naughty things for a brother and sister to do.  But they were different – a game.  This was ... well, I didn't know what it was.  It would take me some time to sort it out.  I hadn't foreseen that things would get complicated like this.

As these thoughts wove themselves through my mind, I quietly pulled my panties back up, and my pink boy-shorts, and adjusted my top.  

I sat heavily in the overstuffed chair, Jordan now the only one nude in the room.  Emily was wiping the rivulets of his cum from his other arm, leaning over his bare body to reach it.  His resurgent erection was still painfully evident, the tip of it brushing every so often against her soft yellow dress.

"Down boy," she giggled, "don't you dare make a mess on this dress."  As she said this, she teasingly drew the wet cloth across his hardness, causing it to jump.  "Ooh," she teased as she watched it move, "that's fun!"

"If you don't want a mess on your dress, miss, you'd better stop doing that," he retorted.

I smiled as I watched them play.  "Oh really!?" she teased.  "Is that going to make you come again?"  

Dragging the nasty wet cloth slowly one more time from his testicles, along his hard shaft and past the tip, she dropped the cum-laden towel abruptly on his belly.  "I'm going to go wash my hands," she announced then, and off she went to the powder room with a smile and a spring in her step.

My little brother was just wiping the last of his climax from his belly and chest when Emily returned.  His erection was still there, undiminished.  She went back to the couch and sat down on the edge near his shoulder.  The soft curve of her bottom, underneath the yellow print dress, was just inches away from his face.  She had brought a clean hand towel, and it looked like one half of it was nearly soaking wet, the other half dry.  

"Let me help you with that," she said, and she leaned toward him and without further ado began gently massaging his erect penis with the wet part of the cloth.  He let out a soft groan.  He moved a hand behind her, resting it against her rounded behind.

She gently removed it, but without changing the motion her other hand was softly tracing with the warm towel on his penis.  Then she turned her face toward his and said with mock sternness, "now, warn us this time before you're about to shoot off, so we don't have the same problem again."  

Without answering, Jordan closed his eyes and stretched his arms behind his head, letting them dangle over the arm of the couch, while my best friend played with his hardness.  

My own swirling confusion of a few moments ago started to calm as I watched him enjoy a hand job from someone other than his own sister.  Now, instead, I felt like a voyeur, as though I were peeping in on a private touch between lovers.  The conflicts receding, they were replaced, as I watched his sensual enjoyment, by the simple old feelings of naughtiness that had made our game seem like just innocent fun.

With Jordan's eyes firmly closed and Emily focused on the hardness beneath her fingers, I let my hand slip gently under my clothing to touch my own rising need.  Slowly, and with just two fingers, I lightly brushed against myself and circled my clit.  Warm pleasure spread from that place and I let it grow slowly, wanting to bathe in the light sensations this gave me, without going so far that I embarrassed myself in front of Emily and my little brother.

Having recently had his own orgasm, Jordan took longer than ever to come.  Emily continued her gentle massage of his hard penis, but directly now, with just her hand and not the cloth on his flesh.  She whispered something to him, so softly that I could not make out the words.  Then she began speaking quietly to him, just loud enough that I could hear.

"Keep your eyes closed now," she intoned,  "and I'll give you a special treat."

Seeing him in such pure lust, a hard, naked man in a room with two fully-dressed women, was having its effect on my own growing need.  But now, I wondered, what was the "special treat?"  My mind raced to conclusions.  I couldn't believe Emily would actually bend down and suck my brother off while I sat here and watched.  Would she?

Still moving only two fingers, I gently increased the pressure of my own private touch as I watched them.

My guess was wide of the mark.  She made no move to take him into her mouth, instead continuing to play with his engorged flesh with her hand as she spoke softly to him.

"Your big sister is sitting in the chair by your feet," she said, as she gently rubbed his erection with her full open hand, sometimes reaching all the way down and lightly caressing his balls, sometimes just tracing the thick vein that ran up the center of his shaft.  With her other hand, she brought the damp cloth nearby, ready to catch his mess when it came.  I shivered roughly and flushed at her mention of me.

"She has one foot on the cushion and one on the floor.  She is pushing the fingers of one hand down inside the front of her clothes."

Oh my God!  She was going to describe to him exactly what I was doing!  I froze for a moment but, to my own surprise, the thought of her doing it was wickedly building my own arousal.  The reaction of my body insisted that I wanted her to go on.

"I can see them moving gently, up" she paused, breathing audibly, "and down, inside her panties... just...  so...  lightly, touching her pretty little pussy," she went on – using a word I always tried to avoid.  I flushed deeply hearing her describe so graphically for my brother the indecent thing I was doing.

"Her head is resting against the back of the chair, but her eyes are open and she is looking at you, watching what I'm doing to you.  Her fingers are still moving slowly, gently, up and down in her panties, sometimes, like now, making little circles down there."  Emily breathed deeply.  She never seemed to look at me, yet her description was baring me open.  "I can see the fabric of her shorts move when she does it.  I think now she has pressed one finger inside her."  This part wasn't true, but it drew a soft release of breath from my brother.

"She must be very wet and slippery inside.  Now she's brought her finger out and is gently flicking it against her clit.  She's spreading her knees wider and sinking deeper into the chair.  Mmmm, that must feel good what she's doing."

It did feel good what I was doing.  She moved her hand against him.

"She's still rubbing herself with her hand inside her panties.  She's still doing it very slowly and gently, taking her time with herself.  Her hips are moving very slightly now, forward... and back... as the feelings she is giving herself are taking control.  I'll bet her fingers are so wet now.  She's moving faster.  She's lifting her head a little, looking straight at your cock."  Her descriptions of me were baring myself to my brother, as she touched him and, yes, as I watched.  My own orgasm rose slowly within me and my legs began to shake.

I could see that my brother's responses to Emily's voice and her stroking were reaching a crescendo.  She slowed, and she carefully brought the towel close to the tip of his penis with the hand that was not pleasing him, not engulfing him with it, but just near, to catch his ejaculation.  

Emily continued: "Now, keeping your eyes closed, that's it, I want you to imagine that it is her hand touching your penis."

He breathed my name then and I watched as his body was taken by little convulsions and his white fluid, with less force than before, spilled out onto Emily's towel.  One small stream reached her pale, bare wrist, causing her to squeal and flinch just a little.  She kept rubbing his dick softly, waiting for the last spasms of his climax to subside, and then removed her hand from his manhood to wipe herself clean with a corner of the towel.

When Jordan had whispered my name, I could no longer prevent my own climax.  My fingers were desperately trying to lighten their touch on my tender places and I held my breath to keep silent, but my knees pulled together and my shoulders flinched in the chair as the orgasm broke over me.

I stroked ever so slowly, gently, luxuriously downward one more time, and then back, savoring my slippery wet sex as the feelings eventually eased.  Then slowly and quietly I withdrew my hand from my clothes, leaving as much wetness as I could on my thigh.  I sat still in the chair for a long moment, letting the electricity inside me disperse.  

Emily sat up on the edge of the couch, and she turned and saw me, and smiled.  She lightly stroked Jordan's softening penis a few more times with her hand, letting the two of us separately come back to earth.  Then, she spoke.

"Mission accomplished, girlfriend," she beamed at last.  "See?  No more mess!"  She held up the towel and I could see my brother's milky liquid clinging to it in nasty thick globs.

I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, shuddering slightly, my blood rising hot in my cheeks.   

Finally, always the practical one, I said, "Let's go get these towels in the wash, and then let's go back out on the deck."  I drew and released another long breath.  "I could use some sun."  

I looked back toward my nude brother, who had not moved on the couch, his eyes still closed and a contented smile on his lips.  His dick had softened more and it oozed a small string of fluid onto his thigh.  

Emily followed my gaze and laughed.  "We can leave him here, for now."

I felt a cool relief settling inside me.  Physical relief, of course, which I had taken care of myself once again, without having to let Jordan actually see me.  But more deeply, I felt a kind of spiritual relief.  

It was ok that my brother liked to look at my bare body.  It was really kind of cute what a gentleman he was about that.  My small nipples grew, remembering him saying that my little boobs were pretty.

And it was ok that I liked to look at him.

But the boundary of intimate touching... that was a great big, bright line.  

Probably without even knowing exactly what she had done, Emily had stepped in to our complicated problem and had brought us back from the brink of it; she had reset our game to desire; but desire alone, without actual incestuous touch.  And I thought, as I had watched Jordan reach for her bottom, that his desire for touch now had a more appropriate object in her.

She was older than him, smart and slender and head-turning pretty.  Yet she had joined in these acts with us.  It dawned on me then that I hoped she would do this again – all of it, and...

When we reached the laundry room, I stopped and touched her arm.  "Thanks, Em."

She gave me another smile, full of warmth and something more.  "Any time."

"Tell me something, ok? Emily?"

"What's that?"

"What did you whisper to him?"

She blushed quickly and chuckled, returning my touch.  

"I told him my panties were wet.  Do you think maybe I shouldn't have?"



Double or Nothing Ch. 06



Finally, I had the house to myself for the day. I decided to use the time to work on my tan. The deck on the back of my parents' house was secluded, and I often lay out there in my bikini, when the men weren't home, to catch some rays.

I was lying face-down on a towel on a lounge chair, and to help with my tan lines I had untied my top and let the strings fall down to the ground. The warm summer air was seductive, and I closed my eyes briefly, thinking that I would just rest them for a moment.

I think I realized quickly enough that I was dreaming. The lounge chair pressing against my bare breasts and the rest of my near-naked body became my younger brother. We were standing, pressed together, in a dark place. We were both without clothing. We were unable to move, bound together like this somehow.

My bare breasts were pressed firmly against his ribs, and his penis, erect and so warm, was against me, too. I could feel his breath in my hair, as I knew he could, mine, near the nape of his neck. As our mutual bondage stretched on, I noticed my breathing becoming attuned to his.

It was so intensely intimate sharing the very rhythm of life with his body, his skin, his soul, and my memory flashed to the touch of my hand to his fingers in another place.

In my dream, we stood there, bound together, immobile, but even without motion I became aware that his stiff penis was throbbing against me. Without warning, it erupted, spraying warm liquid onto the both of us, the liquid reaching up to my breasts and running down the curves of my belly toward my sex. As it flowed and cooled, I shivered, and shivering, I awoke.

Aware of a presence there in the waking daylight, I turned my face toward him and I saw my younger brother there, on a lounge chair beside me. He was nude, and at first I thought, "Wow! 'Full of cum' is right."

But he was not there to play our game. He had a brown bottle of Coppertone in his hand and he was massaging a calf with the white lotion. I glanced quickly toward his middle and saw that his penis was soft. So, it wasn't "like that."

"Hi, little bro," I murmured sleepily. "You're home early."

"Yeah, slow day," he replied, adding suntan lotion to the tops of his pale white feet. "I figured I'd join you out here and work on my tan lines," he added, glancing pointedly down at his own nakedness. Then his eyes returned to me.

"More like you figured you'd come over and stare at my ass," I retorted. "Stop it!" I chided him, and I slapped him playfully on the arm. 

He finished putting on lotion and laid back, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared off at the treetops and still I saw no signs of an erection.

Meanwhile, I was kind of stuck there on my belly. My top was untied, and it would have been much easier to re-tie it if I could have sat up first. With my brother there, I couldn't do that. 

I know, he had seen me completely naked not that long ago, the day that Emily was here. That didn't make me any more willing to show him my bare little breasts again just now.

Since I was apparently not going anywhere for a while, I relaxed and turned my thoughts to the things I wanted to talk to him about. 

I began.

"Do you like Emily?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"I think she likes you, too." I reached back and adjusted my bikini bottoms, for no better reason than to tease him with my bum. "You should ask her out," I went on, "but after what happened the other day, you need to start really slow." In this, I was sincere. "If you want my advice, don't even try to touch her on the first date. You should let her decide."

He listened quietly to me and said, "yeah, I guess I can understand that." In the heat of the moment, in our family room, after he had put on a display of stroking his dick for two horny college girls, Jordan had come a second time while Emily was cleaning him up.

If he really wanted to woo her, after that kind of beginning, he seriously needed to start all over again.

I remembered how he had tried to caress her little butt through her dress that day, and how she had stopped him. But it hadn't stopped her from what she was doing to him.

I went on. "Jordan, Emily is my best friend; she's really special. Take the time to find out why."

Another pause. "I think I can do that."

We sunned then together in silence. I worked myself up to the next question, one that at once I did, and did not, want to know.

"Jordan?"

"Sis?"

"The other day, when Emily told you to imagine that it was me, you know, doing that to you?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Well, you came in an instant."

My brother cleared his throat. Was he as uncomfortable as me? It didn't matter; this had to be aired. "Yeah, yeah, I did, didn't I?"

Another long pause as I made the words come out of me.

"Is that what you want?"

He rolled halfway towards me, resting his head on his hand, his flaccid penis falling against his thigh. "Honestly? No," he said. "I mean, it's fun doing the things we've been doing, you know? But..."

I cut him off. "Then explain why you did it so quickly, because I ...."

"Yeah," he answered, "I know how it looks. But believe me, I like playing together the way we've been doing, but... you're my sister. It's cool being able to show you that stuff, but... sis... I don't want to touch you."

"That's how I feel, too," I agreed. "So, why...?"

"I guess it was just, she was touching me and saying that, and it was so, I don't know, dirty, you know? But you're my sister, for Christ's sake. Isn't there a difference between looking and, you know ..." and he let his voice trail off. "You... understand?" His voice was so pained then, I wondered if he was crying. I was close, myself.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I know."

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't get ... hard right now, ok?"

He said nothing.

I needed to know something about touching, about him. About us. I reached my hand across the small divide between us and touched his maleness. I was immediately struck by how truly soft the skin felt on my fingers. And I was struck, too, that I felt nothing like the electric connection of touching hand to hand, fingers to fingers, as had happened between us that day.

This was just a touch. Brothers and sisters pushed and patted and elbowed each other every minute, every day. And I could do it, too, without connecting our souls.

His penis felt cool, and I let my hand roam down it further. His balls beneath felt decidedly warm and, well, fuzzy. I measured their weight in my hand. I just wanted to get this past us, and then the touching would be done.

"Thank you," I said, and I could see his breathing was quickening. As I trailed my hand off of him, his control was giving way to a growing erection. I gave him a squeeze as we parted.

I watched with sisterly curiosity as he rose, beat by beat of his heart, into firmness, my hand no longer upon him.

He was hard now. I understood. I admired it. And I gave him permission. "You can take care of that, if you need to." I looked in his eyes. "It's ok."

He started, as I had done myself shyly before, by rubbing his thighs, before gradually taking himself in his hand. For my part, I remained face down on my lounge chair. It was nice to realize that I could watch him take care of himself without feeling wild uncontrolled desire rage in myself. Until now, each time we had played our little game, there had been some ratcheting up of the stakes, some escalation. This time, for a change, I felt I could just watch him and not add more fuel to the fire. I held to his eyes, like I had made him do for me once before, making myself relax and absorb the erotic feelings.

My brother, too, seemed more relaxed and casual than before. There was no urgency to his pleasuring touch. I did feel a familiar warmth start inside me, but I resisted it, and lay still on my belly focusing instead on the sensations of a light summer breeze, knowing that he was gazing at me.

I could have resisted my brother's temptation, but he whispered to me, "I have to confess, it's a nice ass." And while we laughed, nothing had ever made me so aware of the little bikini just hiding my essential places, and exposing my feminine curves. 

The warmth inside me had grown to a thing that demanded attention.

"Close your eyes for me, please?" I whispered. He did, and I turned myself over, exposing my breasts to the sky.

I peeled myself out of my bottoms, reveling in the breezy feeling of bareness there on the deck.

Lazily, I touched myself, like my brother beside me was languidly doing. 

Then I whimpered, whispered his name, Jordan, quietly, as I enjoyed a soft orgasm. When it finished, I turned my face toward him. Sensing me there, he opened his eyes. I smiled then at my wonderful brother, and he, without fanfare, released soft streams on himself, again and again. His eyes slowly closed in contentment.

Then I stood, collecting the pieces of my swimsuit, and headed indoors. 



Double or Nothing Ch. 07



We had played strip Hearts, and a few times after that, strip poker. The three of us: Emily, Jordan and me. Strip hearts we had played just that once, as a way of basically flipping a coin to see which of the girls would get naked while my younger brother masturbated in front of us. I had lost that game, and Jordan -- my 19 year old younger brother -- got his first view of my small breasts that day while he unloaded himself on his chest.

Strip poker, on the other hand, was more of an event in itself: playing a slow game of chance with each separate article of clothing; letting luck decide which one of us, in mixed company, would have to take off the next thing. None of us were good enough at poker to make it anything more than the luck of the cards deciding who would go next, and who would end up totally bare in the end.

Sometimes it ended with Jordan giving us another hot show stroking himself to his finish; but Emily, like me, would not let him see her doing it. He hadn't asked her out yet, despite my best efforts, although she had kissed him once, on a dare from me, after she had lost a game of poker.

It had been down to her and Jordan -- he in just his briefs and she in panties. I was winning, still in panties and top. Emily had never been nude with either of us, and she pleaded to be able to do a dare, anything, rather than peel down her panties and show her last secret to him. 

Jordan left it up to me. "Ok," I decided, sparing her modesty, but with a price. "You have to make out with my brother," I said, "for one minute."

And she did.

Of course, they had touched once before. She had brought him off with her hand, and he had tried unsuccessfully to grope her ass then, through the dress she was wearing that day -- the first day he had masturbated for her. But that was a while ago now. They both seemed a bit shy around each other now, even if you considered the games that we played. I guessed it was why he had not asked her out; that it was why she wanted so badly to keep her panties on in front of him.

Accepting my dare, she moved close and leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Softly at first, but then closing her eyes, and a flush rose on the top of her exposed breasts and her neck, and her breathing grew deeper and wow, the passion and pure youthful want in that kiss was electric.

He was rock rigid, down inside his briefs, and quite red in the face, when they broke. I excused myself, mumbling something about iced tea, thinking those two might want to be alone. But when I peeked down the stairs I could see the two of them, facing away from each other, dressing. What the hell?

A few days later, it was just Emily and me again, out on the deck, this time just sipping iced tea. There was no sangria, no dirty magazine now. She was uncharacteristically quiet, and I sensed there was something she wanted to say.

She reached into her purse and pulled out what I first thought was a pack of cigarettes. It was a deck of cards. She gave me an impish look. "Let's play strip poker!"

"Emily!" I laughed, thinking she was joking. "Do you really want to see me naked... again?"

She looked down, then back at me, and giggled. "Mm-hmmm" she smiled sheepishly.

"Emily," I gasped this time. "Are you ... is that why... Emily?" Truly a case of just not knowing what to say.

"I'm not gay, if that's what you're thinking," she responded. Her tone deepened. "But didn't you ever think, 'she's pretty,' you know, 'I wonder ... what she feels like, what it would be like to, you know, make out, with a girl?'"

"No!" I protested. But the truth was, I was not a stranger to such thoughts. I was just a lot farther than her from admitting it.

She pouted. "Well, you don't have to be so dismissive. I mean, I've told you how I feel; I put it out there. You don't have to trample on it."

"I'm sorry, Em. " Then I said, "Let's go inside." She looked at me, questioningly. It was my turn for an impish smile. "I'll play you, but we shouldn't do it out here."

So we sat at the kitchen table, by the big sliding glass door. It gave us plenty of light and a view of the green outdoors, and just a little more privacy.

Once again, we played right down to our panties. One last hand would decide the game. My luck, I thought after the final hand, as I pushed my underwear to the floor.

Nervously, as though neither of us knew what to do next, we both moved simultaneously. I was heading to pick up my panties and start getting dressed. I don't know where Emily was going, but we bumped into each other, both of us squealing in surprise at the sudden bare touch.

"Ooh, baby," she said, teasingly running her hands on the swell of my bare bum.

Teasing her right back, I touched her boobs and wiggled my butt, meaning it in jest. I don't know about Emily, but this embrace we shared brought very nice feelings for me. Not the insistent burning want that a man could make me feel. This was more a calm warmth that started in my shoulders, radiating outward.

Another moment passed, and we were still in each other's arms. She smelled sweet. I started to pull away, letting go of her breasts, but she was leaning her head towards me.

Yes, I wanted to see, too, then. Just a kiss, nothing more. I leaned, too, and our lips met. I wrapped my own arms around her. I didn't feel quite ready to touch her panty-clad behind, but I massaged her small, smooth shoulders and back as we kissed.

And kissed. She moved her hands and touched my face with soft fingers. We let our bare bellies touch together, our thighs. She was deliciously smooth and warm.

The soft feel of our kiss was at last radiating down to my womanhood. It was confusing to feel that with her. Confusing. Still, undeniably, nice.

The phone rang. Holding the embrace for one more long moment, letting it ring, we finally broke. I took the handset from the wall-phone and, turning, stood with my bare back to the glass door. I bent one knee slightly in front of the other, watching Emily as I answered. She watched me too, our faces serious, our eyes meeting.

It was Jordan. He needed a ride, and I had promised my parents I would get him.

Emily needed to be home, so I dropped her off and got Jordan. When we got back, Mom and Dad were already there. No more playing today.

Except, in my room in the darkness, I lifted the hem of my night-dress and caressed myself softly, coming quietly, reliving the kiss.

I lay still in my bed afterwards, unable to sleep, as images of me taking Emily's last piece of clothing from her, and touching, smelling her body, kept me wanting. 

After a long time, I looked over at the glow-in-the-dark hands of my alarm clock. 1:30 in the morning. The house was quiet. 

I climbed out of my bed and slipped into the hall, listening. Silence. 

I had been naked now, once, out on the deck in the daylight, lying on a lounge chair next to my brother while we made ourselves come. Although in my nightie this time, I wanted to feel that completeness embrace me again, in the night. 

I had always loved the night sky.

I quietly slid open the door from the kitchen onto the deck, and stepped out. It was black, cool and quiet out there in the night. I stretched out on the lounge chair, and let the sky have me. Automatically, I picked out the constellations. The swan nearly right overhead, and of course one of my favorites, Casseopeia, bound in her chair.

Then a soft sound drifted up from the family room windows. Breaths. Someone was down there. I shot my gaze toward the house, but it was dark. Still, the sound was unmistakable. In fact, I thought to myself, it sounded like sex.

I stood, quiet as I could, and retreated inside. I crept to the top of the stairs, where I had a view of part of the couch in the room below. There were two bodies entwined there, naked, engaged in the act. I could not make out yet who they were, but I guessed it was Jordan and Emily! She was on top of him, moving gently against him.

I crept slowly, silently, down the stairs, and their sex came into my view, his familiar hard penis parting her, as they moved together unaware of me there. They were kissing. I remarked that the singular spot of her asshole, set like a jewel inside her round, parted hips, was brazenly exposed to me as she fucked my kid brother.

Inevitably, they sensed me, and I put a finger quickly to my lips. I moved then, quickly as I could, closing the distance between us. Getting close, I whispered, "Em! I'm so happy!"

She was pressing herself against Jordan's chest as if to hide herself from me. His erection was still buried inside her. I touched a finger under her chin, urging her up, and I kissed her. I heard Jordan breathe, "Jesus!"

When I drew back, Emily's eyes got big and she whispered, "Jordan is coming inside me right now!" Then she stifled a squeal of her own and grabbed hard on my arm and her hips quivered slightly as she followed him over the brink.

Eventually, she let go of my arm and rubbed it once, gently. We smiled into each other's eyes.

Then I stood, playfully fingering the hem of my night-dress. Touching a hand to Jordan's bare shoulder for just a split second, I smiled down at them, winked. I turned to go up, back to bed. Someone swatted my ass playfully, setting the edge of my negligee swinging. I lifted it, baring my bottom to the two lovers, and scampered to bed.



Double or Nothing Ch. 08



I awoke once more in the night as someone lifted the sheet and slipped into my bed beside me, curling up gently against my back. Warm and soft. 

Emily.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked quietly.

"Mmmm," I think was my answer. She touched my shoulder, and I, her hand. 

Holding it, sleep took me back, quickly.

Some time later, I opened my eyes as the sun began pressing in through the curtains. I could hear my parents putting away things in the kitchen. With a glance at the clock, I knew they'd be leaving soon.

I looked down at sleeping Emily. Her hair was a mess. She had kicked off the sheets in the night. She had slept beside me in plain white cotton things, stained from my brother's seed seeping out of her, and she still smelled faintly of sex. Her pale belly peeked out at me from the gap between her two garments.

I watched her breathe, the way her full breasts moved slightly under the camisole with the rising and falling of her chest. I felt the urge to touch her, then, anywhere, everywhere, but I resisted, letting her sleep.

Once my parents had gone, I crawled out of bed, noticing as I passed that Emily had folded her clothes on the floor. The house was quiet. Jordan must have still been asleep, too.

I made a cup of hot tea and went out on the deck in my little nightgown to drink it. The morning was already warm. In the quiet, feeling daring, I slipped out of my nightdress and stood there where no one could see me, just me and the warm cup in my hands. I thought of the streaker who had started us all on this journey, and I felt what he must have felt, standing outside bared to the sky. I could have been like that forever.

Finishing my tea, I went back to my room and my bed, forgetting my little covering there on the deck. Emily stirred, and I reached out and traced a finger on her delicate arm, raising goosebumps there. She let out a sigh.

"Good morning."

"Mmmm."

"You were up late," I smiled, trailing my finger down closer to her hand, hesitating by her wrist, and touching my way back up to her shoulder.

"Yeah," she giggled and stretched, "we did it again one more time after you left."

"Great," I rolled my eyes in mock displeasure, "I just hope you're on birth control, missy."

She smiled. She leaned up and kissed me, caressing my face with her hand.

Then she moved to me. Oh, blessed warmth. I held her to me.

I think often about the words we exchanged next. They were powerful words, words I'm still not sure I can define, even after all of these years.

"I love you," she said, interrupting the embrace of our lips for one moment, and it splashed right over and through me, like nothing I had ever felt.

I drew back, fixing a strand of her hair. "Yeah." I said. I know. "I love you, too."

Looking back on this over the passage of years, of loves and triumphs and sorrows, I smile. Two young women, pledging their love, who had barely even touched each other. What I wish for, across the years, is not taking back those words, but that there had been more of the touching, back then.

But such thoughts were far from me, then. My doubts, that morning, were of a more immediate sort. "What about Jordan?" I asked, tracing her nipple with my fingers.

"I don't know," she said, rolling back and smiling contentedly. "We'll see how it goes. For now, we're just ... I don't know."

"No, I mean, what about this?" And I kissed her again, taking her whole breast in my hand.

She smiled. "Are you kidding? Isn't it every man's fantasy?" We laughed. I liked laughing with her.

She wanted a drink and I told her about the tea and hot water I'd left in the kitchen. "I'm going to get in the shower," I said. "Come in when you're done with your tea and I'll leave the water on for you."

She stroked my arm once and got up, leaving my room in her underthings. I watched the small round back of her panties, how they moved as she left the room. She was a beautiful young woman. 

Still naked myself, I crossed the hall to the bathroom.

Standing under the hot water, after soaping and rinsing myself, I let myself reach down and explore my desire. 

I opened easily. Our kiss had done that to me. I wondered, was I turning into a lesbian? I thought of her cuddling behind me in bed late at night and I thought, if that is being a lesbian, well, I don't know. It felt nice.

Touching myself, I wondered if I could touch her, there. Could I let her touch me there? We hadn't even come close to it. I didn't know how to begin. But something rising inside me wanted to learn.

Just then Emily came in to the bathroom, closing the door, holding my nightshirt, while I touched myself. 

"Someone...." Then she stopped. Watching me.

I had not stopped. Did not stop. The hot water cascading down my bare body, and oh, God, very self-conscious, I kept softly rubbing that place. 

Emily watched for a moment, not saying a word, then slipped out of her undies and top, and stepped into the water beside me. Kissing my shoulder inside the streams of hot water, she slid her hand under mine. I gave way to her. This. This was how it began.

I thought, later, that maybe I was supposed to do something for her. But my mind could focus on nothing but the warm waves of pleasure she gave to me with her hand. I clung to her, curled myself around her, as I came for her then. She stroked me softly afterwards, raising my face to hers, and we kissed once more in the arms of the water.

"Now get out of here!" she playfully pushed on my shoulders. "I need room to wash my hair."

I stepped out on the mat and reached for a towel, keeping my gaze on her body as I tended my hair. She saw me watching her. "Hello? Privacy!" she crowed, and pretended to cover herself from me. 

I smiled, and turned to go.

"Oh wait. ... please?" she called after me, gestured for me, and I drew myself closer. She reached out a wet hand and played it across both of my nipples, making them rise for her. "Do you know?" Her head tilted.

She let her hands stop on me. "I meant what I said about these."

"They are perfect." She squeezed one, gently.

I blushed, savoring her touch. 

"Thank you," was all that I could think of to say. Her hand fell from me.

I bent down and picked up my nightie and carried it back toward my room.



Double or Nothing Ch. 09



It didn't take Jordan long to figure out that Emily and I had been making out together, and maybe even a little bit more. Emily did her best to be attentive to his needs so that our fooling around together wouldn't make him jealous.

That seemed to be working out fine, because what Jordan began to display wasn't jealousy at all, but instead an intense curiosity about what we had done together, and what it was like.

Emily, who of course had been totally intimate with him now, wanted to let him watch us make out. "I guarantee it'll get him to play with himself for you," she tried to encourage me.

But I was still painfully shy even about letting my kid brother look at my little breasts, or about letting him watch me masturbate. It had been a big step for me just to be able to pull my pants down in front of him, as he always wanted me to do when I watched him.

So, my answer was "no."

This didn't stop Emily and me from sneaking off together whenever we had the chance, to explore this new side of our sexuality. We would go into my bedroom if Jordan was around, and I would always lock the door just in case.

After just kissing and cuddling in my bed the first time, Emily had then brought me off with her hand in the shower. The next time we snuck off, we kissed and petted each other for a while, until eventually I got up the courage to take the next step. I was determined to return the favor for her, only this time, I wanted to help her along with my mouth.

I pulled back from our embrace and touched a finger to her pretty young lips. "Let me," was all that I said. I helped her out of her sweater, and took a few moments to stroke her pale shoulders before my hands moved to her bra. I helped her out of that, too, and cupping her breasts in my hands I leaned in and kissed each one, right on the nipple. Her little points became firm against my lips as she cradled my head in her hands.

I stroked the curve of her waist and then trailed my fingers inside the tops of her jeans. I unfastened them and nudged her to lift up off the bed so I could pull them down. Tugging at the hems, I took them all the way off of her long slender legs. I kissed my way back up her calves and her thighs and then stopped, my face hovering just above her pink cotton panties.

I was so close I could smell her desire. I touched her there, softly, with two fingers, through the thin fabric, and she let out a soft moan. I was vaguely aware of the nice feeling of her fingers in my hair. I brought my head down and kissed her through the cotton, working up my confidence to actually taste the real thing.

She moved to pull down her own panties, but I gently replaced her hands with my own. Slowly, teasingly, I inched them down past the beautiful curve of her hips, and before taking them all the way off, I used a hand to smooth her sparse pubic hair away from her special place and, looking up at her with a smile, I bent down and kissed her there softly.

I was intoxicated with her. I let my tongue peek out and touch her, tasting her for the first time. It was salty and rich with her natural aroma, and she moved herself against me as my tongue grew more bold. At the same time, I peeled her pink panties the rest of the way off.

I savored my first taste of a woman then, taking my time and giving plenty of attention to her engorged little button. I had to stop every so often to pull one of her little curly hairs out of my teeth, but I didn't mind. 

As for Emily, she became wetter and wetter as I explored her with my tongue. I stroked her soft curves with my hands as I pleasured her with my mouth, and she showed her gratitude by rocking her hips and grinding her beautiful sex against my face.

There was no doubt of her orgasm, when it came. Her whole body clenched as she cried out "yes" and "Oh my God, yes," and I was especially proud of those cries. My face was soaked with her moisture by the time her climax subsided, and I could still smell her as I withdrew my head from her thighs and stroked her glistening lips with my fingers.

I had done it. I had given oral sex to a girl.

Over the next several days, Jordan and Emily continued to press me to let him watch the two of us girls doing anything with each other, and I continued to resist until, one day, my dad happened to leave one of his ties on the dining room table. 

Emily and I had been in the kitchen, putting away our lunch dishes, when she picked up the tie and ran the length of the silk through her fingers. She nodded suggestively toward Jordan, who was sitting alone on the love seat in the living room. I thought I knew what she had in mind.

I stood in the doorway as she straddled Jordan, tying the tie across his eyes like a blindfold. She kissed him and stroked the front of his pants once before taking a place on the couch and gesturing for me to join her.

I knew what she wanted and, with Jordan blindfolded that way, I was just bold enough to do it. I moved to the sofa beside her and sat down, and resting my hands on her soft little shoulders, the two of us started to kiss.

From the very first moment, we could tell that this was getting Jordan excited, and almost immediately he began rubbing himself through his jeans. That in turn encouraged us, and we explored each other's mouths for a while.

As the two of us girls traded kisses, Jordan gradually opened his pants and pulled them down past his knees. He brought his hand to his shaft and began slowly giving himself pleasure as Emily and I continued just softly kissing each other.

My hands went to Emily's face, brushing her hair back from her forehead as, again and again, our lips softly touched and released.

This time it was Emily who started undressing me first and then treated me to long strokes of her fingers on my skin. I lay back and watched my brother remove the rest of his own clothing and return to his slow gentle touching.

Emily brought her tongue to my clit for a while before finally letting me undress her too. She hesitated then, unsure what to do next, so I stretched out on the couch and guided her above me so that we could simultaneously pleasure each other with our mouths.

Her beautiful bottom presented a lovely sight for me, spread out right there above my face. I leaned up and tongued the whole length of her sweet opening before settling in on her sensitive place, my nose nestling between her tight little hole and the puffy wet base of her lips.

We each came, then, letting Jordan hear the soft cries of our pleasure, and as the two of us girls untangled ourselves, I could tell that he was getting close to showing us his own release.

On an impulse, I nudged her toward him, and she climbed up onto his lap on the love seat and, drawing his hand away from himself, she impaled herself on his hard penis.

Once again, I had a perfect view of her little brown jewel as his thick member parted her lips. I used a hand to roll one of my engorged nipples between finger and thumb, and let the other one move down to answer the need that was growing inside me again.

Emily sat still on Jordan's lap for a moment, and they shared a long, passionate kiss. As I touched myself, I wondered if my brother could taste my own juices on Emily's lips. I was rising inevitably toward another orgasm as Emily started moving herself up and down again on Jordan's erection.

His hands roamed over her body and she shuddered, throwing her head back as she had one more climax. I cried out myself as the strong waves of my own orgasm gripped me, and I watched Jordan's manhood pulse again and again as he filled Emily with semen, some of which flowed back out of her as she continued to ride him.

I stood, then, and caressed Emily's bare back as she lay collapsed on top of my brother, letting my hand come teasingly close to her cute little anus, so close yet not touching my own little brother inside her.

Planting a kiss on her delicate shoulder, I gathered my clothes and headed up for a shower.

As the summer drew near its end, I confessed to Emily that the one regret I had was not having a penis inside me at all during the entire three month period. It was then that she suggested her plan, and with a few adjustments at my suggestion, I finally agreed that it was something I would at least try.

It began with borrowing not one but two ties from my father's wardrobe. With them in hand, we lured Jordan into my bedroom and, as we had done once before, we secured one of the ties around his head as a blindfold.

Then Emily had him stand while she undressed him completely. Once he was naked, she made him lie down on his back on my bed, and used the other tie to bind his hands together, drawing them above his head and finally securing the loose ends of the tie to one of the spindles at the head of my bed.

She and I stood, then, kissing and undressing each other. Jordan, meanwhile, had become fully hard listening to our feminine passion, but with his hands tied above his head, he could do nothing about it. 

Once the two of us girls were both naked, Emily could not resist the sight Jordan presented, and she knelt beside him on my bed and started stroking his engorged penis. I stood near her, kissing her back and her shoulders, letting my breasts brush lightly against her warm skin. I reached down between her legs and, slipping one finger into her wetness, I massaged near her clit with two others.

My own desire by this time was an insistent ache in my loins, and I used my free hand to make sure that I was ready for what I was about to do.

Emily bent down and took Jordan's penis in her mouth, getting him very slick and wet in the process. Her butt was now sticking up in the air, and soon my attentions had brought her to orgasm. All of this was getting Jordan very close, too, so we stopped, and Emily climbed off of the bed, leaving him tied, and blindfolded, and hard.

I kissed Emily once more for luck, and then I carefully climbed onto the bed, straddling my brother's nude body, with my ass towards his head and my face towards his feet. We had agreed that this position further reduced the chance that Jordan would ever realize that it was me.

Emily grasped his hard penis and guided it into my already wet opening. I pressed him into me slowly, allowing myself to adjust to his size. It felt so good having a man deep inside me that I shook with a small orgasm when he reached his full depth.

I struggled to keep silent as I rocked back and forth, gliding him in and out of me. It sure didn't help one bit when Emily drew near and began kissing me and fondling my breasts.

The sounds of our kissing pushed Jordan over the brink, and he cried out "Oh my God, Emily, you're making me come!" I crushed myself into her lips to stifle my own cries as I felt my brother spasm again and again, shooting an enormous quantity of his seed into his big sister.

Then, carefully, I withdrew him from me and climbed off of the bed. We left him there, tied up and naked, while we picked up our clothes and went to the bathroom to let me clean up.