We moved into our new home the weekend after my dad’s marriage to Hannah’s mom.

At first it was a bit awkward.  But after a few days we settled in.  Everyone seemed pretty happy.

As for Hannah and I, we agreed to stop being boyfriend and girlfriend.  Our parents didn’t even know we were anyway, and we thought we should try to be siblings instead.  So that’s what we agreed to do.  We even told our friends.

The bathroom between our rooms was a source of issues.  Hannah is a social creature, so she liked to leave both doors open so she could chat with me, or come into my room to talk, or have me come into her room.  So the doors of our shared bathroom were generally left open until we went to bed.

The first issue that arose was Hannah’s clothing.  At night, in my room, I usually wore boxer shorts and a tee shirt.  Hannah usually wore one of two things:  A bra and pajama bottoms, or a light top and panties of the same color.  Both caused a problem for me.

Hannah was quite natural about it, but I wasn’t used to living with a girl.  It was hard for me to think of her as my sister when I really wanted her to be my girlfriend.  It didn’t help that she looked incredibly hot each night.

A couple weekends after we moved in, Jessie came over to spend the night.  That only made things worse.  Jessie pranced around that evening in a white cotton top that flattered her boobs, and white cotton sleeping shorts that flattered her butt.

I also got nervous about masturbating at night.  With the shared bathroom, we had to leave the doors unlocked.  So I worried that Hannah might come into my room after we went to bed and see me jacking off.  She never did come in after we went to bed.  But I mostly switched to masturbating in the shower in the morning.  That way I also didn’t have any mess from the baby oil I used at the time, or from having to dispose of the tissues I used to clean up the mess.

On Saturday of the third weekend after we moved into our new home I couldn’t sleep.  So I stayed up late reading.  I had Hannah on my mind.  She looked super hot that evening, wearing a red top and red cotton panties.  I had even complimented her on how good she looked in red.  Hannah smiled.  For the rest of that year, Hannah wore that outfit more times than not.

But late that night, as I sat up in bed reading, I heard a noise in the bathroom and noticed the light go on.  Hannah was up late too.  The toilet flushed a minute later, then the door to the bathroom opened.  Hannah appeared, looking totally hot in her red top and panties.

“I saw the light under the door,” she said.  “I see you’re up late too.”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” I confirmed, putting the book I was reading down on my bed.

“Me neither,” Hannah said, as she crawled onto my bed next to me.  “Our patents are making noise, which kind of makes it hard to sleep.”

“Making noise?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Hannah replied with a smile.  “Having sex.”

“How do you know they’re doing that?” I asked.

“I can hear the noises,” Hannah replied.

“What noises?” I asked.

Hannah got up from my bed and waved me to follow her.

I followed her through the bathroom and into her room.

Hannah stood silently next to the head of her bed and listened for a few moments.

I waited silently at the foot of her bed, admiring her backside.

“They must be done,” she said, turning to face me.

I nodded.

Hannah crawled onto her bed.  I did likewise.

“So what did it sound like?” I asked.

“Well, kind of a creaking noise,” she said.  “It’s not loud.”

“A creaking noise?” I asked.

“Yeah, kinda like this,” she said.

Hannah made a repeating noise, trying to imitate the noise she had heard.  The head of our parents’ bed shared a wall with the head of Hannah’s bed, so I guessed she was right.

“How do you know they were having sex?” I asked.

“Well, I wasn’t sure until last week when Jessie was here,” Hannah said.

I nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“They do it a lot,” Hannah said.  “Most nights.  They did it again the night that Jessie was here.  Jessie thought it was funny.  So we pressed our ears against the wall and heard stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” I asked.

Hannah seemed hesitant to tell me.

“Mostly from my mom,” Hannah finally admitted.  “She’s kind of loud, but we could barely hear it with our ears pressed to the wall.”

“What did you hear?” I asked.

“My mom saying some naughty things,” Hannah declared.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like the F word,” Hannah responded.  “And encouraging your dad to do things.”

I looked at her, imploring her with my eyes to share more details.

“She would say things like ‘harder’ or ‘cum in me Tom’ or things like that,” Hannah continued.

“Wow,” I replied.

“Yeah,” Hannah confirmed.

“Did my Dad say anything?” I asked.

“No, he just grunted and moaned,” Hannah responded.

We sat there in silence on Hannah’s bed for a moment.

“They do that a lot?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t always keep me up,” Hannah said.

I thought about suggesting that Hannah move her bed, but it was in the logical spot in her bedroom, and our parents would probably wonder why she had moved her bed.  I also thought about suggesting that she tell our parents she can hear them, but realized that would be awkward and probably not a good idea.

“Well, it looks like they’re done for the night,” I said.

“Probably,” Hannah replied.  “Sometimes they do it more than once.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“I’m not sure if that’s common,” Hannah said.  “The only things I know about sex are what my friends have talked about.”

Sex education in our school district didn’t occur until Ninth Grade, and Hannah’s mom was kind of like my dad in the sense that we didn’t talk much about sex beyond the basics.

I suddenly remembered something I had seen when we packed to move.

“My Dad has a book about sex,” I told Hannah.

“Really, how do you know that?” she asked.

“I saw it when he packed a box of books to move,” I answered.

“Do you know where it is?” Hannah asked.

“I guess it must be in the garage,” I replied.  “But I’m not sure.”

“Maybe you could find it,” Hannah said with an excited smile.

I got excited too.

“Yeah, I’ll have a look tomorrow,” I said.

“If you find it, maybe we could read it together,” Hannah suggested.

That sounded excellent to me.  I nodded.

We agreed that I would try to find it the next day.  We said good night, and Hannah gave me a hug.

The next morning I woke up early.  I went downstairs and was alone.  I took the opportunity to go into the garage and see what I could find.  There were stacks of boxes along one side of the garage.  They weren’t labeled, so I tried to remember what that box of books looked like.  My first guess was wrong, after I had taken down quite a few boxes to get to it.  My second guess was spot on.  I found the book I was looking for near the top.  I put the boxes away, and quietly returned to my room.  I figured I had better hide it, but I wanted a quick look first.

The book, which I still have, is a paperback.  It is divided into sections, and each section has various terms defined in alphabetical order, kind of like a dictionary, but with more explanation. 

 

However, what I saw during my first quick scan of the book were the drawings.  Lots of them.  Some showing sexual activity, others depicting sexual positions, and a variety of other things.

I got excited thinking about sharing it with Hannah, but then I heard someone walking in the hall.  I quickly closed the book and slid it under my mattress.

Later that morning when everyone was downstairs, Hannah reminded me to look for the book.  I told her I was up early and already found it and hid it in my room.

“Did you look at it?” Hannah asked with an excited look on her face.

I nodded.

“It’s good,” I said.  “I didn’t get much time to look at it, but it’s got lots of stuff, and drawing too.”

Hannah smiled.

“Let’s start on it tonight,” she said with her sexy smile.

I nodded.

That night we stayed up late.  Really late.  The following day was Sunday, so that wasn’t a problem.  Our parents went to bed early.

“I bet they’re going to have sex,” Hannah whispered to me after their door closed.

I nodded.  Our parents were giving each other knowing looks before they went upstairs.

“So let’s go to your room and start on the book,” Hannah said with a smile.

We went upstairs and got into our sleeping clothes.  Hannah put on the red satin top and red panties she looked so hot in.  I played it smart.  I wore underwear underneath pajama bottoms.  That way if I got an erection, it wouldn’t be a problem.

I retrieved the book from under my bed as soon as Hannah arrived in my room.

“We can’t tell anyone we have this,” I said.

“Of course not,” Hannah confirmed.

We both sat on my bed.

“So how shall we do this?” I asked.

“Let’s just start at the beginning,” Hannah suggested.  “You can start.”

I opened the first pages until we got to the index.  Hannah and I examined it for a minute or two to get a feel for the layout of the book.  Hannah had me flip past the lengthy introduction and opening notes to the first section.

I hadn’t noticed in my quick look at the book that the beginning of the first section was filled with full page realistic color drawings of a man and woman.  Each page had a short quote.  I read each of them too Hannah.

As the pictures progressed, the sexual activity moved from kissing, to fondling the woman’s breasts, to kissing the woman’s breast, and then to depicting the man’s head in the woman’s crotch while she smiled.

“What’s he doing?” Hannah asked.

It was pretty obvious.

“I think he’s kissing her down there,” I said.

“Oh,” Hannah replied.

I flipped through the next few pages and read Hannah the quotes.  The images depicted the naked couple in various intertwined poses.

Then we got to one where the couple were clearly having sex.  The woman was on top of the man, and his hard cock was in her pussy.  The drawing looked at the couple from behind, so there was no mistaking what the image was depicting.

“Wow,” Hannah said.

I nodded.

The next one showed the woman with her head at the man’s crotch.  The view was partially covered by her hair, but it was clear she was pleasuring him with her mouth.

“I guess that’s a blowjob,” Hannah announced with a slight giggle.

I nodded again.

The next few pages depicted the man kissing the woman’s pussy again, and the couple in various positions.

I took a deep breath, suddenly realizing I had a full erection.  But thankfully my underwear held it tight against my belly.

We started reading each other passages from the book.  At first, we started from the beginning, but some of the passages were kind of boring, so Hannah suggested we each choose our own passage to read.  The pages contained more images, but not full page.  Just a couple simple sketches on each page to illustrate things.

We stayed up for hours.  We learned about lots of things, including masturbation, oral sex, various forms of sexual intercourse, and even anal sex.

“Do you think our parents do that?” Hannah asked, after I got done reading the section about anal sex.

I shrugged my shoulders.

We were running out of sections that seemed interesting to read, and it was getting late.  But I didn’t want it to end.

“Do you ever masturbate?” Hannah asked me.

I swallowed hard and didn’t answer.  But I’m sure I looked embarrassed.

“You can tell me,” Hannah reassured.  “I won’t tell anyone.”

I knew that was true.  Hannah never shared a secret.

I nodded.

“How often do you do it?” Hannah asked.

I had been masturbating for a while by then, usually once a day.

“Usually once a day,” I said.  “But not all days.”

Hannah smiled.

“Do you masturbate?” I asked Hannah.

“I’m asking the questions,” Hannah shot back.

I sighed.

“Does it squirt?” Hannah asked.  “You know, semen?”

I nodded.

Hannah stared at me in silence for a moment with a cute smile.

“So do you masturbate?” I asked again.

Hannah looked up at the ceiling, then nodded.

“How often?” I asked.

“A few times a week,” Hannah replied, as we both laid on our back staring up at the ceiling of my room.

“Do you orgasm?” I asked.

Hannah gave a little laugh.

“Mmm hmm,” she confirmed.

After a pause, Hannah rolled onto her side, facing me.

“I wanna see it,” Hannah said.

“Wanna see what?” I asked.

“Your penis,” Hannah replied.

I looked over at her.

“Please,” she said with her sexy smile.

I thought about it for a moment.  I was totally horny at that point.  My erection had returned once we had talked about her masturbating.

I nodded.  If I had been thinking more clearly, I would have made some sort of deal to see her too.  But I didn’t.  I took a deep breath, and pushed down my pajama bottoms and underwear in one motion.  My hard cock and balls were on full display, the shaft hovering an inch or so above my lower belly.

Hannah immediately sat up and stared down at my crotch.  She had a big smile.

“Wow,” she mumbled.  “It’s all hard.”

I nodded.

To my surprise, Hannah reached out with her left hand and used her thumb and index finger to touch the sides of the shaft.  I could feel her squeeze gently.

Hannah looked over at me and smiled.

“It’s so hard,” she declared.

I nodded.

Hannah looked back at my cock.  She pulled the shaft up a few inches.  I felt the tension.  Then she let go.  My cock slapped against my belly.  Hannah laughed.

Then Hannah did something else I didn’t expect.  She moved her hands down and gently cupped my balls.  I could feel her use her fingers to find each of my testicles.

“It’s so weird,” Hannah said, looking back over at me.

I just nodded.

Hannah continued to feel my balls with her left hand.  I moaned slightly.

“Does that hurt you?” Hannah asked, glancing back over at me.

“No,” I said.  “It feels good.”

“Oh,” Hannah said with a smile, continuing to massage my balls.

“I wanna see it squirt,” Hannah said.

By that time I was in no position to argue.  I was super horny and Hannah was playing with my cock and balls.

“You want me to do myself?” I asked.

Hannah nodded.

I sighed for a moment, Hannah still massaging my balls.

“Okay,” I replied.  “But I need to get some stuff.”

“What stuff?” Hannah asked.

“Just some baby oil,” I replied.

I had been using baby oil at the time, and kept the bottle in my side table.

“It’s in the top drawer next to you,” I described.

Hannah let go of my balls, turned around, and opened the drawer of my side table.  She found the bottle right away and handed it to me.

She returned her hand to my balls, and then up the shaft of my cock.  I moaned again.

“Can I do it?” Hannah asked with a smile.

That suggestion was easy to accept.  It would have been quite awkward to masturbate in front of Hannah.  But her giving me a hand job was quite another thing.

I nodded.

“You’ll have to show me how,” Hannah said.

I nodded again.

“So let me have your hand,” I said.

Hannah took her hand off my cock and I opened the bottle.

I poured some of the oil into the palm of Hannah’s left hand.  She’s left handed.  I poured a little too much, probably out of nervousness.

“So rub it on,” I said.  “All around.”

Hannah did as I instructed.  Some of the oil dropped down onto my body.

“All around it,” I said.

I figured I had better help, so I used my left hand to hold the base of the shaft and point it up into the air.  That made it easier for Hannah to get my cock fully lubricated.

It felt amazing already, and she hadn’t even started stroking.

“Wrap your hand around it,” I instructed.  “Then just go up and down.”

Hannah did just that.

I started breathing hard as I felt waves of pleasure.

“Is that good?” Hannah asked.

I nodded and opened my mouth.

Hannah smiled, then returned to look at her hand stroking my cock.

I needed Hannah to use more pressure and go faster, but for some reason I felt embarrassed to ask.

So I just used my right hand to wrap around Hannah’s left hand, and showed her.

After a few strokes, I realized I wasn’t going to last long, so I took my hand off hers for a second, and pulled my shirt up to make space on my chest and belly for the cum that would soon arrive.

I wrapped my right hand around Hannah’s left hand again, and increased the pressure and speed once more.  I couldn’t help but moan quietly at the intense pleasure.

“Oh,” I looked at Hannah, who glanced back at me briefly, before returning her gaze to the action.

“Are you gonna cum?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah,” I hissed.

By then the head of my cock was swollen and my hips had started to buck upward slightly.  I was at the point of no return.

As I continued to guide Hannah’s hand with my own, and tightly holding the base of my cock with my left hand, my orgasm started.  A stream of semen flew into the air and landed on my belly.

I moaned.

Then a second burst, with even more semen.

I heard Hannah gasp.

A couple more bursts, and then chunks of thick white cum started to dribble out onto the top of Hannah’s thumb.

I slowed the pace and gave a big sigh.

I removed my left hand, and guided Hannah’s left hand down to the base, then up the shaft to squeeze the last of the semen out of my cock, dribbling down onto my belly.

Hannah laughed.

“That’s a lot,” she giggled.

I sighed, and let go of her hand.

Hannah let go of my shrinking cock and looked up at me.

“So should I get something to clean it up?” Hannah asked.

I nodded.  Usually I had some tissues nearby.  But I wasn’t anticipating what had just happened, so I wasn’t prepared.

Hannah got up from the bed and went into our bathroom. She came back a moment later with a hand towel.

My cock was deflating fast. 

“It’s shrinking,” Hannah said as she sat next to me, wiping up my cum with the towel.

I nodded.

Hannah rubbed my cock as well, cleaning up the excess baby oil.  When she was done, she tossed the towel to the floor and laid next to me on her side.

“That was fun,” she said, cupping my limp cock and balls with her warm hand.

I nodded.

Hannah leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  We kissed for a short while.

“What about you?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Hannah asked.

“Aren’t you horny?” I asked her.

Hannah nodded.  She rolled on her back, letting go of my cock, staring up at the ceiling.

“But I don’t think I can do that with you watching,” Hannah said.

I pulled up my underwear and pajama bottoms and rolled to my side.

Hannah looked over at me.  I smiled.

Hannah sighed.

Hannah looked back up at the ceiling, then closed her eyes.

I watched silently as Hannah touched her own body.  First her belly, then squeezing her small breasts over her top.   Hannah’s hands went down to her legs.  She spread her legs and softly touched her inner thighs.  Then Hannah’s left hand slipped under her red panties.  I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could see her hand and fingers moving under her panties.

Hannah sighed.

This went on for a few minutes, with quiet moans of pleasure coming from Hannah, as I watched in fascination.

Then suddenly Hannah stopped and pulled her hand out from under her panties.

“I can’t,” Hannah said, exasperated.  “I can’t with you watching.”

Hannah looked over at me.

I felt bad, but Hannah smiled.

“Just kiss me,” Hannah instructed.

I leaned over and started kissing her again.  That went on for a few minutes.  Hannah was really into it, and held the side of my head with her hand.

I softly touched Hannah’s body with my right hand as we kissed.  I touched her belly like I had seen her do a few minutes earlier.  Then I moved down to her leg.  To my delight, Hannah spread her legs.  I softly touched her inner thighs.  Hannah moaned slightly between kisses.

I stared at her, hovering above her face.  Hannah’s mouth opened and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.

I boldly moved my hand over her crotch, feeling the warmth and softness of her pussy mound through her panties.

Hannah moaned.

Then she did something I didn’t expect.  Hannah put her left hand on the back of my right hand and pulled it up to her belly.  She lifted her panties up with her right hand and slid my hand under her panties to her pussy, lining my middle finger up with her slot.

I immediately felt four things - the softness of her pussy lips, the warmth of her crotch, a small patch of pubic hair on my palm, and wetness.  A lot of wetness.

Hannah guided my middle finger with her hand.  She had me rub slowly up and down her wet slot.

“Just like that,” Hannah moaned quietly.

I glanced back and forth between the sexy sight down Hannah’s body, and the sexy sight of Hannah’s face full of pleasure that I was helping provide.

“That feels good,” Hannah said softly.

She moved my hand up a bit to the top of her pussy slot, so my finger was directly stimulating her clitoris.

Hannah moaned softly again.

“Just like that Tommy,” Hannah whispered.

Hannah’s breathing became more pronounced.

“Little circles too,” Hannah encouraged.

I shifted from rubbing softly up and down to doing little circles around her clit.  From her quiet moans of pleasure, that’s exactly what she wanted.  I varied between up and down, clockwise circles, and counter-clockwise circles.  That seemed to work.  Her grip on my hand tightened.

“Harder,” Hannah gasped.

I applied more pressure.

“Faster,” Hannah urged.

I sped up the pace.

“Oh, Tommy, you’re gonna make me cum,” Hannah hissed quietly.

Suddenly I felt Hannah’s lower body twitch in a series of spasms, and her hips moved up slightly from the bed.

Hannah moaned quietly.  That lasted for only a few seconds, then a second wave hit.  Hannah started jerking her hips.  Her head went back and her mouth opened, but she made no noise.

“Slow, slow, slow,” Hannah hissed rapidly.

I did as she instructed.

Hannah guided my hand down her pussy slot again.  My finger broke direct contact with her clit and glided down.  It felt warm and sopping wet.  I rubbed it gently as Hannah turned her head and looked over at me, still gripping my hand tightly under her panties.

Hannah smiled and me and gave a slight laugh, and then a sigh.  I smiled back.

Hannah took a deep breath, then pulled my hand out from under her panties.  Hannah pulled my head over to her face and kissed me again.

“Wow,” she said.

I nodded, realizing I had another full erection.

“That felt really good,” Hannah said with another giggle.

“Mmm hmm,” I agreed.

“We should probably go to bed,” Hannah said.

It was definitely late.  I agreed.

We both sat up and kissed again before Hannah wished me a good night and got up from my bed.

“You want me to turn your light off?” she asked, looking back at me with her sexy smile.

I nodded.

Hannah turned my light off.  I crawled into bed.

But that night I did a couple more things.  First, I smelled my middle finger.  I just wanted to know.  It smelled good.  Then I licked my finger.  It tasted good as well.  Before I went to sleep that night I masturbated, thinking about what Hannah and I had just done.  I came again, and cleaned up the mess with the hand towel that Hannah had tossed to the floor.

 

Copyright 2016 by kid charlemagne.