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Our Favorite Game

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Our Favorite Game by My sister and I have a sort of game that we liked to play, and that'swhat I'm writing about. To understand it, though, you have to knowsomething about us.I'm the older, but not by much. Penny is 15 months younger than I am,and when we were little we were practically twins. For a while we werein a really small school that combined classes and we were in the sameclass, just a different grade. So, you can see that that justreinforced the notion that we were twins. My name is Jenny, and sinceMom and Dad moved around a lot, we got to see a lot of different places,but whenever we moved we had to meet all new friends, and that'sdifficult, so we became our own best friends. That's how our gamestarted.The funny thing is that we are physically very different. Penny takesafter Dad; she has a big build, she's tall, with wide shoulders andthighs. Big boobs, too. Bigger than mine and always were, even thoughI'm older. Genes just worked out that way. She plays soccer andsoftball, and she's big for her age as well, so she's pretty good atit. If I tried to play with her and her friends, they'd grind me intothe dust. She also has reddish hair and blue eyes, like Dad, and looksreally cute. I take after Mom. Dark features, slim, long hair (Penny wears hers in ashort ponytail), nice hips but very little chest. I always, alwaysenvied Penny in this department. I really am just as good lookingoverall as Tracy, and I'm not insecure about it, but I do wish I had hertits. The game started when I was seven, and we had just moved, again, and wewere in a new house and we hadn't yet gotten to know anyone. It wassummer, hot as hell, school was out and we didn't have very much to do. We spent a lot of time together in our bedroom, and a lot of that timewas sitting on the bed just talking about everything. It was so hot weusually wore just our underwear, no shirt or anything, and since we weremostly alone in the house nobody cared. There was nothing sexy aboutit, you understand, just two little girls in the blazing heat.The game was that each day we would each show the other something newand different. It could be a thing that was new in the house, orsomething that we'd learned in school, or some interesting gossip. Wehad to come up with some new thing every day, and if Penny or Icouldn't, we'd have to pay by doing something degrading that the otherhad decided. It's really a stupid game, if you think about it.We did this just about every day for many years, amazingly enough. Thatfirst summer we did it sitting practically naked, because it was sohot. Later, when the weather changed we changed our habits to match,but in later years we sometimes did it sitting on the bed in ourunderwear, like before. It kind of got to be a habit. I said it was astupid game.Well, the first sexy thing that ever happened to us was one fall dayafter school when we were just sitting around, like always. School hadjust started for the year, and we were meeting lots of new kids. Thatday it was Penny's turn to go first, and her new thing was nothingmemorable. Then it was my turn"I was talking with Tracy today at recess," I began. "She was tellingme and Julia about all the sexy things that she had learned from her bigsister." This certainly grabbed Penny's attention; sex was somethingthat we had just recently discovered (I was twelve and Penny eleven). Our ignorance of sex was quite typical, but we were really interested. Tracy was a big source of information; her sister was seventeen and, tous, knew everything. She had even done it, according to Tracy. "Tracy said that you could rub yourself, uh, down there, and that itwould feel just like making love to a guy.""No way! If it was just like sex with a guy, no one would bother withactually doing it," Penny said. "I mean, it doesn't make sense that youcould do it yourself.""That's what I thought. But Julia explained that it's not exactly thesame as real sex, but it is also very good, and you can do itpractically any time you want to.""I don't believe it. I think that Julia's making this up just toimpress you.""That's what I said. But Julia said that she does it, and Tracy saidthat she does, too." Penny was really shocked by this. But then Ireally shocked her"They told me how they do it," I said, "and I'm going to try it rightnow." And I did.I was sitting on the bed, wearing a shirt and jeans. Without any delayI shucked off the jeans and leaned back against the headboard, with justmy shirt and underwear on. "They said that you just rub gently for awhile at the top of where the pee comes out, and then it happens.""What happens?""Well, it's kind of confusing. They said that it starts to feel good,and then it gets better and better and then it, like, hits you andthat's the best part of all. I didn't understand, cause it sounded likedifferent things all at once, but they both agreed that it was fantasticand I just had to try it myself.""Don't you have to take off your panties first?""Apparently not. They said it works both ways, but it's different. Tracy said that she usually does it with them on."So, I sat there, legs spread, leaning back, and rubbed gently on thecrotch of my panties where I thought they were talking about. And, whathappened wasnothing. It felt good, like scratching an itch, butcertainly not shooting stars like Julia said that she saw. Penny wassitting in my beanbag chair wearing gym shorts, and I could see that shewas watching me very carefully, waiting to see what happened to me. Iguess that she sensed my frustration, and then she decided to try it.On the one hand, I wanted my sister to try it and show me what it waslike. But at the same time, I didn't want her to succeed where Ihadn't. So, I just sat there and watched. I'd been trying differentthings, rubbing fast and slow, soft and hard, in different places, andall I got was a sore wrist. Penny relaxed in the beanbag chair, spreadher legs real wide, and stuck her hand down the front of her gymshorts. Later she told me that she went inside her panties right at thestart, thinking that she had to do that for the best effect. Lookingback, that was probably the mistake that caused me to miss it the firsttime that I tried; Tracy could come masturbating through her underwearbecause she knew just what to do.Anyway, Penny was sitting there and I could see her hand moving back andforth inside her shorts. Her eyes were closed, and I was beginning tothink that nothing was happening to her, either. But then I saw thatshe was enjoying it, that she was very relaxed and she was concentratingon rubbing on one particular spot. She went faster and then slower, butnever moved from that one exact spot. She also started to breathedeeply, and I realized that this was it, this was the beginning of thegreat thrill that Tracy and Julia had tried to describe to me. It wasvery exciting to sit there and watch my sister bring herself off for thefirst time, not knowing exactly what it felt like. Eventually Penny wasrubbing really fast and started to shake all over, and then collapsed onthe chair.When Penny recovered we talked about it for a while, and she showed mewhat she did and I tried to do it just like she did. And yes, I didachieve my first orgasm right there with my baby sister, a veteran ofone orgasm, coaching me. It wasn't like what Tracy and Julia had beendescribing, and I later realized that every girl feels it differently soit's only natural that it was different for me than it was for them. Even much later, when Penny and I talk about our experiences, it's neverthe same for the two of us.Over the next few months we did it again. Often. Really often. And,we tried different things and learned a lot about each other andourselves. We found out that my pussy looks really different fromPenny's, and that is cool. We discovered our clitorises (clitorii?). Wealso like to do it differently; she usually rubs right on the clit whileI like to touch the lips all around and push a finger into my pussy. And, perhaps the most amazing discovery of all, we discovered that whileI would get wet inside as I got close to orgasm, Penny got much, muchwetter and would leak all over the sheets. It was fun, it was exciting,and it brought us very close to each other. We did a lot of coolthings, we played with each other sometimes, and we generally did a lotof things that I could write about here.There are a few incidents that stand out in my memory. One is the timethat I came home after a date with Derek, a guy in my math class thatwas so cute. A lot of girls had a crush on him, and I felt very excitedthat he asked me. Penny and I spent a lot of time talking about what itwould be like and what we would do and all that other silly stuff. Whenthe big day came, it was almost a letdown. It's not like somethingterrible happened, but after all the time I had spent dreaming aboutDerek and all the jealous looks I'd gotten from the other girls, I hadforgotten that, on a first date in junior high school, not much islikely to happen. But afterward, something did happen.I remember spending so much time getting ready for the date with Derek,carefully choosing exactly what to wear and changing my mind a dozentimes. Penny, of course, was with me and acted as my personal groomingconsultant. All the time, I'm fantasizing about Derek and what helooked like naked and how it would be to make love with him. Which wassilly. I was, after all, just fourteen. But, that's how afourteen-year-old girl often acts. Anyway, when Derek did come and Isaw how handsome he did look when he was dressed up, I started to getwet. He didn't try anything, he was a perfect gentleman, but holdinghands and quick peck on the cheek was not doing anything to relieve theheat inside, and by the time I got back home I was practically ready toexplode.I rushed into my room, slammed the door, flopped myself on the bed, andwent to work. I was there, with my skirt up to my waist and my handsdigging frantically into my sopping panties, pushing vigorously againstmy clitoris, which was pushing back just a vigorously, getting close tothe first orgasm, when I sensed an unexpected presence in the room."Oh, don't stop!"It was, of course, my sister. She had been in the closet, lookingthrough my clothes for something that she'd wanted to wear tomorrow. She was standing there, straddling the back of a chair, humping itslowly. I couldn't believe that I'd done all that not even noticingthat she was in the room. We weren't shy with each other, but I hadthought that I would notice her presence."Please, please don't stop. I'm almost thereI want to see youfinish." She was pushing against the chair more firmly, begging me tocontinue the sudden unexpected inspiration. "Tell me what happened withDerek. Did you kiss him?"So, I relaxed and once again continued the session that had just beeninterrupted. I didn't answer Penny's questions, but I did remove myunderwear, blouse and bra. I started to tease one nipple with my righthand while the left dipped into the bubbling fountain of my pussy toscoop up some juice to sniff and distribute around my clitoris, whichstood up proudly and allowed itself to be lubricated and in exchangesent shivers of pleasure throughout my whole body.Penny seemed satisfied with this answer. She stood up from the chair andunzipped her shorts. Inserting one hand inside, she rubbed her nub withquick circles and began her own journey. Leaning with her back againstthe doorway, she rubbed faster and faster, and as her eyes closed andher breathing became more labored, she leaned her head back, gave a deepgasp and practically collapsed on the floor.Later, at our next game session, she explained why she had reacted asshe did. Penny had been envious of my date with Derek. She, too, gothot thinking of him, and she had been in the closet, looking for aparticular sweater when she started to imagine that she was the onemaking out with Derek. Just as the heat in her crotch increased to thepoint where tensing her thighs was inadequate, I came in and she lostcontrol.But the most incredible time we played our game was once when I wassixteen and Penny fifteen. We were sitting together, chatting about theusual events of the day, when Penny said to me that she had something toshow me.This, in itself, was not unusual. We played the game nearly everyday,and it often started like this. Also, the game was usually not sexual;sex and masturbation were only occasionally a part of it. "Suzi and I were having lunch together," said Penny with a mischievoustwinkle in her eye, "and she loaned me a toy of hers. It's not reallyhers, it's her mother's, but she lets Suzi play with it, and Suzi wantedto share it with me.""What is it?" Penny had deliberately tricked me by quickly changing thesubject, and I had no idea what she was talking about. I tried to thinkof some toy that Suzi's mother might share, and honestly couldn't thinkof anything. In fact, her mother seemed to me like a complete bitch,and I couldn't imagine her either having a toy or sharing it at all."Well, then, give me a clue or something.""No. I'm going to surprise you with it. I want you to take off yourshoes and socks, lie down on the bed, and close your eyes." So, I did. I still didn't know what Penny had for me, and I honestlydidn't suspect that is was sexual in nature. I was wearing a tee shirtand old gym shorts that were really loose and baggy, just somethingratty to wear while hanging out in the house. I wore the panties that Ihad worn to school that day, pale blue nylon bikinis and no bra. Thiswas my standard at home clothing; girls were expected to wear a bra toschool but my tits were (and still are) small enough that I lost the brathe moment I got home in the afternoon. Penny was still wearing herschool clothes; button down shirt and knee-length skirt. She wore alacy bra that showed through her shirt and fastened in the front. Iknow that she liked that bra for exactly that reason; she enjoyed theway some boys gawked at the image of her lace showing through the shirt.She's quite a flirt like that. She carefully shut the door, closed the drapes, and dimmed the lights,so that there was just a dim glow of light from the window. She alsolit a stick of incense that she said was important for establishing theright atmosphere, which seemed curious, because we'd never done anythingbefore that needed atmosphere, including masturbation.So, here I am, lying on the bed and she tells me that she's ready tobegin and that I should relax. I do, and I sense that she's sitting onthe edge next to me and the next thing I know is that I can feel her, orrather something that she's holding, on my chest, between and around mysmall but very sensitive breasts."No. You have to close your eyes or I'll stop.""All right, but just show me what you have."And she did. It was a vibrator, as I suspected, a black plasticcylinder with a pointed tip, about an inch and a half in diameter andfour or five inches long. "Suzi's mom uses that!?""I guess so. Suzi says that it's great. Now, just close your eyes andshut up, or I'll have to put it away."It was great. Penny turned it on slow and gently passed it below andaround by breasts, through my shirt, and I started to get really turnedon. I could feel my nipples start to stand out, pushing twin points outthrough the fabric of the shirt, and Penny responded by moving thevibrator to one nipple, teasing it with the vibrator. She'd come to itand then back off, returning slowly around and around the breast beforereaching the nipple again.It was indescribable. It was incredible. I had never, ever, been soaroused. My nipples became engorged and stood up much higher than everbefore, and I could imagine sparks flying out from them like some sortof fireworks display. My pussy was on fire and my panties absolutelysoaked with my juice and I came without once touching myself. I jerkedand moaned and writhed about on the bed, thrashing about, nearlyknocking Penny off the edge with my motions.After the first orgasm hit I quickly pulled the shirt up to my neck. Penny began to massage my now exposed breasts with her hands, and Irealized with a small shock that she was using some sort of lotion onher hands. I wondered where that had come from, but only briefly. Ihad never used a lotion before, and the sensation was just delicious. She massaged my breasts and nipples for a while and I had another twoorgasms, slower and softer than the first but just as pleasurable. These were different orgasms, not violent and hard hitting but a slowrise to the top and a feeling of pressure, which burst slowly in mybrain before dissolving into reality. Still I had not once had a touchof finger or vibrator below the waist.Penny rectified that situation. Slowly she stripped off my shorts,leaving just my panties. My movements on the bed had twisted these outof position, so that they were pulled into the crevice of my pussy,exposing the outer lips. These were fat and puffy, excited with thepromise of some new stimulation yet to come, faintly colored with apurplish tint. I wasn't very hairy at this age, so the lips appearedfrom the edges of my panties without a protective halo of hair.The flow of my juices that had been seeping from my hole soaked thecrotch of the panties, turning the nylon fabric nearly transparent. Thedarkness of what hair I did have, an irregular triangle at the top of mypussy showed clearly against the whiteness of my skin. Penny appliedthe vibrator to this area, letting the vibrations enter the mound ofhair and flow through to the most sensitive areas indirectly. This wasgood, very good, but it was not nearly enough.At this stage my need was acute. No shortcuts or incomplete effortwould suffice. I needed attention, direct physical stimulationimmediately, and I writhed about, bucking my hips, pushing them againstPenny's vibrator, urging her to stop teasing me and get to work on theparts that could no longer wait.She did. I removed my useless panties and flung them across the room. Spreadingmy legs wide, I gave Penny full and complete access to my sensitivecore, which opened like the petals of a flower, exposing the delicatenub within. Fresh dew, issuing from some unseen source within, seepedout, lining the petals with a film of slippery wetness and dripped ontothe sheets beneath. This nub, no longer in its protective sheath, stoodup proudly, as if to say 'Here I am! Come and play with me!'Penny applied the vibrator to the opening of my pussy, allowing thejuice to coat its entire length. She then pushed the tip directly ontothe spot at the base of my clit, the one special spot that seemed likeone nerve directly connecting her fingers to the pleasure center of mybrain."Aaaahhhhh!" I screamed. My hips bucked again, pushing my crotch, onfire with internal heat against Penny's vibrator. My legs trembled, myhead wobbled from side to side, and every cell of my brain screamed outits ecstasy in unison.Later, when the heat in my loins had subsided and the pressure in myhead had relaxed, I regained consciousness to find my hand pressedbetween my legs, not really rubbing anything, just an effort to hold inand prolong the warmth and satisfaction a little bit longer. Penny wassitting across the room in the same beanbag chair as before, her clothesand bra strewn on the floor at her feet. One hand was very gentlypressing against the crotch of her panties, just about where the centerof her pussy would be, the other holding one beautiful breast and softlycaressing the nipple with her fingertips. The vibrator, that wonderfulinstrument of pleasure, was on the floor."Wow", she said looking up at me. "That was incredible. You literallyjumped off the bed. This vibrator must be really something. I mean,Suzi said that it was great, but I never saw anything like what you justdid.""Yes." I know that it's a considerable understatement, but anything Isaid would be after having the orgasm of the century. "Now it's yourturnCome her and let me show you."I reached for the vibrator on the floor, but Penny got to it first."No, I want to do this myself." She turned on the tool and felt thefamiliar soft buzzing. Placing the vibrator on her white cotton briefs,on the spot where the cotton concealed a soft mound of hair and flesh,she closed her eyes and laid her head back on the chair and visiblyrelaxed her whole body.For a while she did nothing obvious. She relaxed internally and shuther eyes and ears to the world outside, and let the gentle buzzinginfuse her soul with the internal peace and satisfaction that shecraved.I enjoyed watching her. She is so awfully good looking, with thosemagnificent breasts standing firmly on her chest, a muscular but shapelybody relaxed on the chair with no clothes but a pair of white pantiesand no shame or guilt. Seeing her like that, I could begin tounderstand the attraction that some men have for plain white cottonpanties; the purity and simplicity is appealing. I felt it, and myarousal began to rise seeing her.Penny began to move the vibrator very slightly, in an up-and-downmotion. Her legs were still together, concealing from view the innerparts where I knew her heat was building. She pushed it steadily deeperand deeper into the crevice between her thighs, moaning softly with eachtime it pressed against some delicate part.I had thought that, after experiencing that most tremendous sequence oforgasms that I would be completely spent, exhausted, quite unable tostand any eroticism. But here it was, that familiar warmth, risingagain from my legs into my body. Watching Penny masturbate had alwaysbeen slightly arousing. But this was serious self-pleasure, and Iresponded just as I saw that Penny herself was responding. I couldactually feel the vibrator between my legs, just from watching Pennypress it between hers.Penny now spread her legs wide, exposing the wet spot between her legsthat indicated the source of the warmth and wetness. Pressing thevibrator to the spot was clearly good, she gasped with each press andshook her arms and legs. Pressing deeply, pushing the cotton crotchdeeper and deeper inside her with each thrust, she came again and again,spasms rocking her body and beads of sweat collecting in the gap betweenher breasts and running down her chest.I came too, pressing my fingers into my own opening, feeling the freshmoisture, welcoming my fingers to further exploration.Penny evidently needed more, so she wiggled out of her underwear andspread her legs. I could now see all of her, open for my inspection,and that was exciting. She took the vibrator and stuffed it inside herpussy, all the way, so that only the flat end was barely visible. Italmost seemed as if she sucked it up. The buzzing was muted now, barelyaudible, but clearly it was operating. I wasn't just that the vibratorwas vibrating, Penny, my dear baby sister, was vibrating. Everything,her hands and arms, her legs, her body and her breasts with theirdelicate nipples were all vibrating. Even her hair seemed to vibrate. She kept vibrating, pulsating along with the tool inside her, with onehand tracing circles around her clitoris, keeping time with the rest ofthe vibrations.I don't know how she did it. I know I was tired from my previoussession, but her stamina was incredible. I can normally detect when shehas finished one orgasm and is starting on another, but this time Icouldn't. There didn't seem to be any clear distinction between one andthe next, they just kept rolling on, one after another, and I lost trackcompletely of the count and the time. Again and again she came,convulsing and shaking and panting.Yes, we did return the vibrator to Suzi, with thanks, but you can safelyassume that it wasn't long before we bought one for our own use. Now Ican finally understand why D size batteries are so popular.I just can't wait until our next game tomorrow afternoon, when I showPenny what Donna told me.