Christmas Break

I'd gotten a ride back from prep (boarding) school, with a local senior, Pete, who had a car. I'd just turned 16 that fall, and was home for the Christmas break. In a last minute change of plans. Pete and I had left Friday around dinner time, rather than waiting for Saturday morning because there was going to be a storm and the roads were going to get bad.   So, no one expected me at home until the following day. My parents, I knew, were out to a Christams party Friday night, and I supposed my little sister, Mary - though she liked to be called May - who was 13 and in 7th grade, would either be at a friend's house, or hanging out at home watching the Friday night TV shows. Either way, my coming home early wasn't going to mess up anyone's plans.  I got in a little before 10:00 and went in through the kitchen door and there was Christmas music coming from tthe living room; we had a local station that played carols and stuff 24/7 and my parents pretty much had that on every evening from the week before Christmas up through New Year's Day. I could see that the lights on the tree were on, but there weren't any other lights on in the lviing room. I put down my backpack and duffel, took off my boots, and walked through the little hall to the living room. just to poke my head in.  I though my sister probably was home and had the music on so the house wouldn't seem so empty, but expected her to be in her bedroom or downstairs in the rec room watching TV.  I got to the end of the hall and looked into the living room and found my little sister was there, in front of the Christmas tree, on the floor on a blanket, naked...and humping the hell out of one of the leather couch cushions (the center one, I noticed). She had her back to me, face towards the tree, and was kind of knee ling astride it, leaning over it and thrusting her hips back and forth with great enthusiasm, looking up and then dropping her head for several seconds as she rode the cushion.  I stood and watched for a little while - well, probably no more than 10 seconds - but I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy the view. Having myself more than once put it to a pillow when I was her age, not that it had ever been my preferred method, I had some idea of what she must be feeling. (Actually, she appeared to getting FAR more out of it than I ever had.) Not surprisingly, I hardened up pretty quick. And then I wondered why I hadn't thought to try doing it with one of those cushions. With a little lube - wow, that would probably feel great for me, too - I thought. I could have been doing that, too instead of just doing my thighs the last couple years. Well, If I'd been home. Fortunately, for both of us probably, my sister suddenly sat up straight, adjusted her angle of attack, brushed her hair back, and then got back to giving that poor cushion a serious f**king. Not wanting to perv on her without her knowing, and not wanting to spoil her ride, etither, I quietly walked backwards into the kitchen and, gettting a glass of apple cider from the refridgerator, I sat down at the table and started reading all the Christmas cards in the basket. The music was loud enough that if my sister had been making any noise, I wouldn't have been able to hear it.  I didn't really have a plan at that point, other than to just let her finish, but what I'd just seen kept replaying in my brain;  her little bare butt thrusting back and forth, her arms and legs tensed, holding her in just that right spot ... and my hand was in my pants pretty quickly and I was trying, not too serioulsy, to fondle myself. (Which many of you will remember from some point in your younger years is not that easy to do when you are sitting down in a pair of pretty tight jeans and you are already, as we used to say "boned up.")  I gave it the ol' college try for awhile, but it wasn't doing much for me, and I didn't want to shoot off in my pants, anyway, so I gave up on that. A few moments later, after I'd stood up to go see what sort of snacks I could grab from the fridge, my sister screeched from behind me as I was trying to decide between the brie and the summer sausage. "F**K Tim, what are you... F**K you scared the s**t  out of me!" I stood up so fast I nearly pulled half the shelf of food out of the fridge right after May had apparenlty stepped backwards, also startled, and had jammed the corner of the counter by the stove right into her kindey or spine.  "Owwww!" she wailed. "Aw, s**t, May," I sad, "I know that hurts."  I tried not to laugh; sorry, but she was in such disarray, it was kinda funny. "Owwww, ow...owww," she said more quietly. Then she just sort of wimpered a little, bent forward, not looking at me, clutching the cushion against her midriff and thighs. "Oh...f**k!"  I put the brie on the counter and and got out a couple of plates. "I'm sorry," I said. "I saw you nailing the cushion, but didn't want to interrupt, so..."  "Owwww," she said, raising her head, now looking at me. I couldn't tell if whe was trying not to laugh, or not to cry.  "So, anyway, Merry Christmas."  I walked over to her to give her a hug.  "Don't," said.  "Hey, I'm sorry...."  "You'll get lube all over you," she hoisted he cushion up on to the dinner table and turned to me. I realized she wasn't mad at me, thankfully. Her belly and thighs were shiny with whatever she had used to lube herself and the cushion. I also noticed that the top of her chest, and her face were flushed, though I don't know if the latter was so much from her orgasm (I just assumed she'd had one), embarrassment, or from jabbing herslef on the corner of the counter.  "Oh," I said. "Did you watch me?" Now, she sounded a little self-conscious. "For a few seconds, yeah," I said. "when I first came in. But that was your playtime, so...  I came in here and was just waitng for you to finish. I don't know, maybe ten minutes ago."  She looked at me, a little sheepishly. "Hey, Mom and Dad aren't here. Got to get it when you can." "Tell me about it,' she said.  Not really. Getting off when Mom or Dad were home? Oh, we'd both done that plenty of times. But, there are some things - and clearly, f**king the stuffing out of a couch cushion on the living room floor in from of the Christmas tree - you aren't going to do with your parents around. That everyone in our house masturbated was no secret. Heck, that everyone masturbated in the shower was no secret. But we didn't see or even hear (usually) each other doing it, or our parents having sex, for that matter.  It was just that we knew our parents had sex and masturbated, and they knew my sister and I masturbated.  "Well, I mean, like that." I nodded to towards the cushion, which lay, I noticed, glistening, and I thought, now utterly spent, there on the kitchen table.  "Yeah," she said. She stepped over to the sink and got a washrag and put some water and dishsoap on it.  I gazed, in a very un-brotherly way, at her @ss.  I She did have a nice tight little @ss.  And nice legs. And a really pretty face... "So, does cushion sex feel as good as it looked like it felt?"  "Mmm hmmm," she said. She turned and handed me the washrag, tossing her hair back away from her face the way some girls do.  "Am I wiping you down, or the cushion?" "The cushion," she said. "Do it a couple of times, then use clean water, then dry it off. " "Got it," I said. "I guess you weren't a cushion virgin before tonight?" She'd seemd to have a pretty good idea of what she wanted, and how she was going to get it.  I put the cushion up on the counter by the sink and got to work on cleanup.  "Nope," she said. She'd gotten some paper towels and was wiping down her front. She had a nice flat stomach. Her breasts were nice too, I guess. Just barely there now, not even an A-cup. But, she was only thirteen. I didm't think I should be thinking too much about how she looked being my little sister, but... a pretty naked girl is a pretty naked girl, when you're sixteen. "I'm surprised I never thought of doing it that way," I said.  I was also thinking of when I'd get a chance to do it that way.  "Girls are just smarter."  "Oh. So is cushion sex a girl thing?" "I don't know," she said.  "Well, you figured it out, and I didn't," I said. "You might be right, at least about sex stuff."  "Mom told me about it," she said.  "No way..." I said. I was truly surprised at that.  While my parents, particularly my Mom, were very cool about masturbation, I hadn't expected that she'd give my little sister instructions on how to do it. (And by 'cool' i mean, for example: she'd ask if we wanted, or just offer us, time to masturbate when we were on camping trips and confined to one or two small tents, or on car trips, and stuck in motels for a few nights. If she and my dad wanted to have sex, they would, she said, and sometimes shoo us off, so it was only fair that if we wanted 'release' we should be able to  'do ourselves." May had later confided in me that Mom once, "stood guard' outside the campground shower room while my sister jilled herself off under the shower. I wasn't too self conscious about "doing myself" but I'd never have thought of, or been comfortable with, masturbating with my Dad right there. But girls are, a little different, I guess. In any event, Mom had been outside the showers, so it's not like she ever actually saw May doing herself.)  With the cushion thing, May explained that our Mom had heard her doing it, or more accurately trying unsuccessfuly to do it with, a pillow on her bed.  May had been sufficiently vigorous that it had gotten Mom's and Dad's attention in the middle of the night and she'd asked her the next morning if that was what she'd been doing and if it had worked OK, then explained that she knew a better way she could try. And May's room was right next to mine. Hmmmm. The things you miss when you go away to school! "It's how she gets off when Dad is traveling," she said. Our Dad was gone for two, three sometimes four weeks a few times a year.  "Really?"  Wow. "I never knew that." No reason why I should have, of course. "She did it when we were in school," May said.  "Ohhh. So when I'm struggling through AP Calc, she's making it with the cushion on the living room floor?"  "She does it in her bed, usually," May said.  "OK." Wow, I thought.  Suddenly, I wasn't so embarrassed about haveing sex with my bed. "That's cool," I said. "So, I guess it is a girl thing." May just sort of shrugged and said, "I dunno." "Have you done it alot?" "With the cushon?" "Yeah." She kinda bit her lower lip. "A couple of times."  I smiled. "I'm glad you like it." I'd finished drying off the cushion and was going to hand it back to her, but realized, she was still kind of lube-y. "Why don't I put this back, and you hit the shower?" "Thanks," she said. "You want me to wash your back?"  "Sure."  We walked into the hall and she ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I watched her @ss moving all the way up. I put the cushion back on the couch.  "Hey, where does the blanket go?" I yelled to her upstairs. "Folded up under the couch." "What, you have it ready and waiting here for when you want cushion sex?" "Yes!" she yelled down the stairs.  Oh, well... OK.  There was a little bottle of liquid "Personal" lube on the blanket. I put it on my sister's chest of drawers in her bedroom before going into my bedroom and shedding my clothes. She was already in the shower and washing her hair when I slid the curtain back and stepped in. I was already hard.  "Hey," I said.  "Hey," May said. She had her eyes closed. I waited for her to finish lathering and then rinse her hair, and then she turned back to me, brushed her hair off her face and opened her eyes. "Let's switch," she said. 'What?" "I need to use the conditioner," she said, "you get under the shower." She didn't comment on my erection. "Oh, right." We switched ends of the tub and  I stood under the water while she started to work the conditioner into her hair. She had a lot of hair; it would take awhlle.  "You've been working out," she said.  "Uh, yeah," I said. I'd joined cross country, and started weight training, too. Both kinda sports for non-jocks, though there were some serious runners on the cross-country team. Turned out, I wasn't too bad at it either.  But mainly, both had just gotten me in shape.  "It shows," May said.  "Really?" "Yeaaahhhhh." I was waiting for the "duh!" on the end, but her tone was sufficeint.  "I think I look scrawny," I said. I'd actually gained like 5 pounds, but I thought I looked thinner.  "You're not scrawny," she said.  "I'm not?" "You're muscle-y," she said.  I hadn't thought of myself that way. But, I took it as a compliment.  "I guess that's an improvement." I said. I hadn't exactly been a stud or anyting before.  "Oh, yeah."  "You look good, too," I said. "I mean, you're really pretty and you have a nice body." "Thanks," she said. "But you're my brother, so you have to say that." "Actually, I'm you're brother, so I shouldn't say that. I should't even think that," I said.  "It's OK," May said.  I didn't need to soap up or anything. When May was ready to rinse out the conditioner, we switched places.  "Should I do your back?" "Already did," she said.  "Oh, OK."  "You said we shouldn't be touching each other, remember?" "Well, I meant sexually touching," I said. Because that would be incest, right?Once I'd turned 16 I was suddenly like, "uh-oh," should we be doing this?  Not that we had been doing anything at all, then. Masturbating together was all, really. Not often, at all. And not each other, either. We were both too old to be playing "doctor" and "house." And I was three-and-a-half years older. So, actually doing stuff TO each other seemed just wrong.  But, we were both getting ourselves off, anyway. So, what was the harm in doing it WITH each other...a little? "Yeah, you're right. I think that's best," I said.  "You can masturbate if you want." "Right now?" "If you want to, sure." "I guess," I said. I took her washcloth and wiped some of the water off my penis, and then got the conditioner, squirted it in my right hand, put the bottle back on the side of the tub and lubed up. I stepped back and then leaned against the walls in the corner and started to stroke myself slowly. When May had finsihed rinsing she stepped to my end of the tub and pulled the curtain aside and sat down on the outside edge of the tub. Her face was only about a foot away from my hand as i masturbated.  "Don't get to close, I might punch you in the nose when I get really excited," I said. I was already getting into it. "I'll be careful," May said. I looked down at her. She looked up at me and smiled.  "Do you masturbate in the dorm showers at school?" "No, it's one big room, there's no privacy."  "Oh."  "I did a quicky once in the gym shower after a run when no one else was there," I said.  "Was it good?" "It was OK, too quick," I said. "I don't really have a desire to get caught."  "Yeah," May said, "me neither." I stopped stroking. "I'm sorry about tonight," I said.  "Why...? Oh, I don't mean you," she said.  "Oh." "You don't count; you're my brother," she said.  "Yeah, and you've seen me f**king my bed." She smiled. I started stroking deliberately. I remembered how she'd sat there, eyes wide, as I pounded away at the tube I'd wedged between the mattresses. When I'd cum, I'd flopped down on the mattress, almost in her lap, knowing it had felt so awesome that time because she'd been there watching me. That had been in the first week of our summer vaction that year. The rest, as they say, is history.  "So do you just masturbate in your bed?" she asked. "Yeah, pretty much," I said. "You too, I guess?" "Yeah, mostly," she said.  "I usually do it at night, before I go to sleep. Sometimes in the morning, but then I can get sleepy before class, so...not the smartest move."  "Are there ny girls you're into?" "Jenny" I blurted out.  "Well, that was quick. Are you thinking about her now?" "Uh, I was," I said. What can I say, I lied.  "Have you gone out with her?" "No." "Have you asked her out?" "No," I said.  "Why not?" I stopped stroking. "I guess I'm afraid she'll say 'no.'" "You should ask her," she said. I shifted my position a bit to get more comfortable. I hadn't stopped stroking, and it suddenly was feeling even better.  "Do you need me to move?" May asked. "No, you're fine."  "OK. So do you..." "Shhhh..." I looked dowm at her, she looked back up at me. "Just let me do it for a little while," I said. I closed my eyes, faced straight ahead, and tried to just concentrate on the feeling of my hand on my penis. Not on Jenn, who I was pretty sure had no interest in me, not my little sister, either. And...I saw her there, standing naked in the kitchen, shiny and slick with lube, her chest and face flushed, then turning to the sink, her perfect @ss towrds me. I shouldn't be thinking about my little sister ... But, who was I kidding? Who else had I masturbated with?  I tightened my grip and started pumping faster. Hair conditioner was awesome lube!  Pretty soon I was feeling that tingle moving through my body, and my breathing got harder. "You're really excited," May whispered.  "I am," I said.  "Who are you thinking about?" "You," I said. I opened my eyes and slowed down, now just stroking again. "I know I shouldn't anymore," I looked away at the other end of the tub, feeling uncomfortable. But, no less excited. Well, maybe some. That overall "tingly" feeleing had stopped.  "It's OK," she said, "don't stop." She stood up. "Please." I was pumping steady.. May stepped in front of me. I looked her up and down, slowly. Her legs were longer. Her pubic hair - there wasn't any. "Where's your hair" I said. She'd had a little in the summer, the last time we'd... "I shave it off. it doesn't look good," she said.  She used a razor, down...there? I thought that was...scary.  "It looks good now," I said, "I mean, all of you looks good. You're so pretty." I started pumping faster. The tingling was coming back, all over now.  May stepped right up in front of me. When she raised her arms, I tried to pull back.  "It's OK," she said. She put her hands on the wall on either side of my shoulders. She was almost close enough to bump her belly with my hand & penis, but not quite. So I wasn't touching her. "See?" "OK," I said. I looked into her face and she looked back at me. I could feel myself getting close. I sighed, then licked my lips a little.  "You're getting..." Oh, I wasn't "getting..." I was there. "I'm ready now..." I said.  "You sure?" "I wanna cum." "Have your orgasm now, Tim," she said. I clamped my left hand around the base of my penis and frantically pounded with my right ... I knew if I slowed down and caressed myslef, rather than pounded hard, I could make it last longer just before I came, but I wanted it and sure enough i suddenly tensed and started to cum. We were starting into each other's eyes as I just groaned and orgasmed hard, ejaculating up into the air between us as I aimed my penis up and  looked down into her face. I kept pumping, never looking away from her. She smiled back up at me. I had another spasm and stopped pounding and instead slowly stroked, rolling my fist around my glans on the top of each stroke, and then groaning again, shot once more and felt another wave of pleasure roll over me, more slowly this time, and a little gentler. "Does it fell good?"  "Yes," I said, softly, between breaths, as i felt myself finishing. I slowed down my hand, still tight, but just a slow back-and-forth, through ejaculating, my penis pointed right at May. I caught my breath and swallowed. "It's winding down now," I said. "It still feels good after," she said, watching me continuing to work on myself.  "Yeah," i said. "Sometimes." "Even when it's getting soft?" "Yeah, sometimes," I said. "Other times, I have to stop." "I get too sensitive after my orgasm," she said.  "Yeah, you go all starfish," I said.  She laughed, and opened her mouth, tongue hanging out one side, like an exhausted dog.  I smiled at her. She looks really cute after she cums, all floppy and tired and happy, naked, arms and legs spread out.  I always wanted to roll over on her and hug her fiercely when she did that. But we'd never touched when we'd masturbated with each other. She went back under the shower spray and rinsed off, then got out of the tub, while I stayed leaning against the wall in my post-orgasm fog. She started drying herself off.  "You want to watch TV?" "Sure."