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With my Sister

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With my Sister by thehotone@hotmail.com (thehotone@hotmail.com)It began in the early summer of my sixteenth year. My parents had separated three years previously, and my sister had moved away with my mom to the west coast, while I stayed with my dad. I guess there was a lot of bad feeling between my folks, because for that three years, I didn't see either my mom or Cathy at all; I got to speak with them on the phone over holidays and such, but that was it. Eventually, there was a thawing in the iciness that had prevailed between my parents, and a "prisoner exchange" of sorts was arranged; my sister would come to stay with us for a month over the summer, and then I would go and visit them likewise for a month. I was eager to have this happen; I missed both my mom and Cathy terribly, although in actuality they had been out of my life for so long that they had both become just a sort of sentimental memory to me. Then, toward the end of June, the big day finally came, and my sister Cathy arrived at our house. My adventure really began that night. I got up in the middle of the night to pee, and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open sleepily as I always did; there hadn't been reason to do otherwise for years. I always slept in pajamas, as I was that night; and as often happened when I got up at night, I had an erection. I was standing in front of the toilet, having pulled the front of my pajama bottoms down to clear my stiff dick, and was pushing it downwards toward the toilet, about to begin peeing, when I heard a sound, and sleepily looked up to see Cathy standing there! She had apparently come in to do the same thing as me, and hadn't expected to find me there any more than I had thought of her. We both froze, for a timeless moment that seemed to go on forever, as she realized what she was looking at, and I realized what she was seeing. Then she turned away shyly, murmuring an apology, and left; I closed the door, peed, and went back to bed. The next morning at breakfast, we were both a little reserved, uncertain how to deal with our encounter of the night before. I didn't know what her reaction was, but I felt uneasy, and was content to let the incident lapse, not acknowledging it to her. It was the first time a girl had seen me with my pants down, let alone with a hardon, and, although the idea gave me twinges of excitement, it was new territory, harder to deal with than the status quo. I was sexually active already, being an avid masturbator, but the extent of my sexual experience with others was having a friend who I jacked off with from time to time. I of course had a rich fantasy life, but had yet to translate it into actual experience; so the whole issue was complicated for me. The fact that Cathy felt more like a cute stranger to me than a little sister only added to my confusion. So, I was content to avoid confronting the whole issue by denial and proceed as if nothing had happened, avoiding taking any responsibility for my actions, letting events shape themselves. Whatever uneasiness there may have been between us that morning quickly dissipated, and we spent a fun day hanging out and getting reacquainted. But I felt a very slight undercurrent of something between us, as though we had a tacit understanding that something had happened, but we weren't going to deal with it just yet. Then late that afternoon, the two of us were sitting again relaxing under the willow tree before dinner, when in a quiet moment, Cathy, looking down at her hands, quietly said," I had a hard time getting back to sleep last night after I saw you in the bathroom". I sat startled, alert, waiting to see where this was going. "I've seen diagrams and that sort of thing in health class", she continued quietly, still looking down," but that was the first time I've ever actually seen a boy's thing, at least since we were small kids." We sat in silence a few more moments, then, suddenly looking up at me, she said thoughtfully,"It looked so big! Was it hard?" I was taken aback; then, embarrassed, I stammered how boys sometimes got hard while they were sleeping, and I started to fumble an apology for leaving the bathroom door open. "That's ok", she interrupted,"I'm glad I got to see it." Then, after a moment's silence, looking away again, she asked me very quietly,"Would you let me see it again sometime?" I felt as if a bomb went off inside me. A rush of different emotions ran through me, and I felt my face reddening; then, surprised by a sudden boldness surging up from a hidden part of myself, I felt myself saying,"ok, if you'd like". Then suddenly the words "you could come to my room tonight after we turn in, if you want" blurted from my mouth. As if to dissipate the embarrassment that was hanging in the air from our sudden intimacy, Cathy changed the subject, and we resumed the conversation that we had been having before she had dropped her bombshell. Throughout dinner and the rest of that evening a correctness and politeness prevailed between us, but I could feel that the memory of our talk was in the forefront of both our thoughts. As we prepared for bed, I wondered if she would actually follow through on my invitation. I was very excited at the prospect of "showing off" for Cathy. I had a strong sex drive, masturbating frequently, both alone and with a couple of friends; but had never had any direct sexual contact with a girl, and was eager to. For me the fact that she was my sister was an advantage; we had a built-in intimacy, and no prospect for needing to maintain "a relationship"; and at the same time, the fact that she was a relative stranger to me made her exciting as a potential sex partner. I went to bed, lying quietly, waiting either to go to sleep or for the anticipated visit. Eventually I was drifting off into my thoughts, when I heard my door open quietly, and then close. I reached over and turned on my bedside lamp, revealing Cathy standing there in her nightie. I sat up awkwardly, swinging out my feet to sit on the side of the bed, as she came over, and sat down next to me; she looked at me, then down towards my lap, and playfully said,"Well, let me see it!" There was a sizable bulge pushing out the front of my pajamas already; and as the reality of the situation penetrated my awareness, I felt a further surge in my dick, as I rose myself up off the bed slightly, and pushed down the waistband of my bottoms. My erection, now fully hard, sprang free, as Cathy watched; and I settled back down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows to show it off fully. Staring at it wide-eyed, she said, "Wow! It's HUGE!". I felt on fire; sitting back, both of us staring intently at my stiff cock, which was rock hard, its skin stretched shiny-tight, I basked in the thrill and arousal of showing this cute girl my most private parts. She studied it with great attention and curiosity; as she looked at it, she said, "I can't believe this could fit inside a girl!"; then, "are all boys this big?". I explained that apparently it could fit somehow; and that everyone is different, and as far as I could tell from the school gym, and the few friends who I had seen hard, that I was pretty big. Then she asked me if I had ever had an orgasm. I smiled, and told her that I did as often as possible, usually once a day, sometimes twice. Wide eyed, she moved her head closer to it to study its tip, asking," how much stuff comes out when you do?". I said it depends on how hot I feel, and how long I masturbate it; but maybe about a couple of tablespoons. She asked, "Will you show me?" I felt a flush of dizzying excitement, and the blood rushing in my ears, as I acquiesced in this new level of intimacy by reaching for my hardon in front of her. I grasped it with my left hand just above my balls, and with my right hand about an inch below the rim, and began to move both hands up and down slowly, pulling the skin up over the rim of its head on each upstroke. She sat next to me, and watched curiously. "Have you ever been with a girl? Have you done this with anyone before?" I told her she was the first girl to see my hardon, but that I sometimes jacked off with a friend of mine. She watched my balls ride up and down with each stroke, commenting on their beefyness. Suddenly, a drop of fluid squoze out of the hole and sat perched glistening on the tip; Cathy asked excitedly, "Are you having an orgasm?" I told her no, that as I got hotter slippery fluid came out to lubricate it, and not to worry, when I was having an orgasm she would know about it; and I told her we called it "coming", and we called masturbating "jacking off". As she watched excitedly, she told me how she had a girl friend back home who had showed her how to masturbate, and would come over to her house for sleepovers, and they would masturbate each other. She said they called it "finger fucking", and that her pussy also got very wet before she would come. We watched the drop of pre-come sitting on the tip of my dick swelling with each downstroke of my hands, then shrinking slightly with the upstroke as some of it was sucked back down into the hole; I was going very slowly to try to make it last. I felt incredibly hot; I was panting, more excited than I had ever been; having my sister watching me work on my erection, masturbating it slowly and very thoroughly, was the sexiest thing I had ever done. It felt incredibly hot to have this curious, cute girl eagerly watching me work on my big dick- it felt wonderfully nasty, and the forbiddenness of the act, considering that she was my sister, added greatly to the thrill I felt as we watched me masturbating. The drop of fluid finally grew too large to stay balanced on the tip of my dick, and its own weight started it slowly flowing down my dick. We watched it flow down the top of my helmet-shaped head, get caught briefly on the thick, protruding rim, and then get dragged down the shaft when it hit my hand, leaving a shiny, wet trail over the head as more fluid flowed down. As the juice pooled around my hand on the shaft, it began to make a sticky, wet sound; and Cathy commented on how much juice was coming out. I stopped my jacking movements, and took my hands away from my erection, explaining to my sister that I was getting close to coming, and I wanted to slow down and build up more come for her. We watched my hardon bouncing slightly with my pulse, which had gotten very fast by now. It was shiny wet, stretched to its maximum with excitement; the head a deep shiny purple, the veins along the shaft a rich blue. Cathy studied it all around, commenting on how much bigger it was when it was close to coming than when we had started, and how wet it had gotten. I told her we called the fluid "cream", and as we watched, a fresh pulse of cream oozed from the head and began its trip down the shaft. Cathy told me how excited it made her to see my dick in such a state, and that maybe she'd finger herself for me after I came. I felt the urge to come subsiding, so I grasped the shaft in the middle, with one hand now so Cathy would have a better view. I started to slide the skin on the shaft up and down very slowly in a steady rhythm; the sticky sounds resumed. Cathy commented on how amazingly loose the skin was on my dick, that it could be slid around so far; and again on how large my dick and balls were, saying that it must be weird having something that big bouncing around and hanging between my legs all the time. "Does it hurt to have it so swollen?", she asked, watching me cream; I replied, with some difficulty being so close to coming; "No, it feels incredible. In fact, the harder it is, the better it feels. When I'm really hot, like I am now, it gets so swollen that the skin gets stretched really tight, and gets ultra-sensitive." At that moment, I could feel myself passing the point of no return. I warned Cathy that I was about to come, as I felt the incredible deliciousness of the juices pooling in my balls; I slowed, and almost completely stopped, my jacking, to prolong the orgasm as much as possible; my erection started twitching involuntarily, and I stopped rubbing it altogether, and took my hand away, as I felt the fire building in my limbs, centering on my midsection; my sight began to dim, and I heard a roaring in my ears; then, with a large spasm, my dick jumped and a thick rope of white come shot out from its head high over my chest, then another and another, my dick jumping in spasm with each shot. Cathy said, "My God!". It was far and away the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced, and my erection kept bobbing over and over, as more come, now in a stream pooling in my pubic hair, pulsed from my erection in a diminishing flow. As the throbbing in my genitals subsided, I returned to awareness of my surroundings. My chest was spattered with streams of come, trailing down to my pubic area, which was soaked in a white puddle. Cathy repeated,"My God. That was incredible! Was that a particularly big one?" I explained that it was, that having her watch me had given me the best come I could remember. She was flushed and breathing hard, obviously aroused by the experience of watching me come, clearly surprised and excited by the magnitude of the explosion. As my hardon began to subside, she layed back on the bed, still breathing hard, and quickly pulled down the white cotton panties that she had on under her nightie; and started to urgently rub herself with her fingertips inside the slit of her pussy, that was now exposed openly to my view. I saw the soft in curve of her waist, and her flat belly above the slight nest of soft, brown curls that spread over the mound of her pussy; I admired the pouting, now-swollen lips of her pussy, that she was in the midst of frantically working on, nestled between her two petite, smooth thighs, that led up to the plump swelling of her cute ass. Her head was thrown back, her eyes partly closed, and she seemed lost in the world of her arousal. I watched with interest what she was doing with her hand; I had never seen a girl masturbate before. Her legs were partly spread, and she had the tips two fingers of her right hand moving rapidly between her lips near the top of her slit, which looked swollen and pouty. Instinctively I reached my hand out , and with my fingertips, touched the lips of her pussy just below where she was so frantically rubbing. She opened her eyes as she felt my touch, moaning "Oh!", then saying hoarsely, "I'm just about to come"; I slipped my fingertips between her swollen lips near the bottom of her slit, feeling a very warm, slippery wetness; she pushed her head back, closed her thighs on my hand, breathing, "Oh! Oh!" softly, as I felt the smooth, wet flesh under my fingers start to pulse in strong, rhythmic spasms. I felt her coming for perhaps twenty seconds, her pussy pulsing strongly, her entire body tightening with each spasm, with gradually diminishing intensity, until finally the last few pulses were maybe five seconds apart. She relaxed, lying back, spent. I said softly, "Wow- was THAT a particularly big one?" She opened her eyes and looked over to me, and answered, with a blend of shyness, embarrassment, and pride, "I've never had such a big one before- I guess watching you really made me excited; and then when you touched me..." I agreed that seeing someone else was a major turn on; I told her how I would get together with a friend of mine and do it, and how hot I would feel watching them, how seeing them come would make me want to; but it was great seeing her do it, and that I had never seen a girl come before. I mopped myself off with a dirty t-shirt as she wiped her slit with some kleenex, then put her panties back on. There was a slight air of embarrassment between us, and as I pulled on my pajama bottoms, she slipped out the door to her room, closing it quietly. We then had many more experiences together. But those stories are for a later day.

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