Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2018 19:43:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Franklin Johnson Subject: My Sister Alexis The first time I saw my sister Alexis naked was when she was 13 and I was 12. That's not totally true, I mean we used to take baths together when we were little, but that was years prior to any kind of sexual awareness on my part. Over the Christmas break, my family moved to a new home with one main bathroom -- that my sister and I used -- and another in my parents room that was off limits to us kids. It was early December and a recent snowstorm had just dropped 6 inches of new snow outside. New snow meant snow forts and snowball fights and sledding and all the other stuff kids in the neighborhood could find to do. It also meant cold toes and fingers, and after a couple of hours of messing around outside, I was plenty ready to get inside and find the hot shower. I was freezing, but I had to dodge a barrage of snowballs and insults from my buds as I ran for the front door of my home. I burst into the living room covered in snow and immediately began stripping down to my undies, and not really caring much how much snow fell on the living room and dining room floors. As I made my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet clothing along the way, all I could think about was cranking up the hot water and melting under the showerhead. When I went to grab the doorknob to the bathroom, the door pulled away from me, which caught me off balance -- because I was already hopping on one foot to get a sock off my foot. There in the doorway was my big sister, wrapped in a white terry cloth towel pulled up around her budding chest and barely covering her girl parts at the top of her smooth soft-looking legs. Another was wrapped around the top of her head like a turban. She always did that when she came out of the shower. I never really thought anything of it -- until that day. On my way down, I reached out for something to break my fall and happened to catch her towel, tearing it from her body and leaving her standing there on the tile floor stark naked, with only the white towel wrapped around her head. She immediately screamed, or really kind of shouted, "Jason, what are you doing." When I turned over on the floor to look up at her, she was doing this kind of squirmy thing, trying to cover up all her nakedness and at the same time trying to pull the towel I had just pulled off or her. It was impossible of course because I was laying on the majority of it. As I looked up at her, I couldn't really say anything. I mean I had never really seen her like that before. She had one arm covering her 13-year-old breasts, which were much bigger than I ever really thought about before. And I could easily see the pink of her nipples despite her efforts to cover up. With one knee lifted, her efforts to cover her hairless pussy failed. I was taking it all in of course, not realizing how embarrassed she must have felt. "Jason, come on. Give me the towel. Don't just sit there staring at me. I'm freezing," she said as she turned away from me. Her perfect little ass now greeted me and even now I can remember following with my eyes the beginning of the crease of her ass cheeks from their beginning low on her back side down and between those sweet beautiful pink tight cheeks. With her legs crossed I got an even better view of the back side of her vagina. This all happened in a matter of seconds of course, but it seemed like long minutes at the time as I unwittingly took it all in. "Jason, stop staring and me and give me the towel," she shouted again. This time I realized what she was saying. I did my best to roll over and hand her a corner of the towel. She quickly grabbed it with one hand and as she did, one plump small breast popped out from over the top of the other arm giving me a very good look at how she had matured from a flat chested little girl into a blossoming young woman. Even now, years later, I still get a hard-on when I remember how her young boob jiggled ever so slightly as she moved to grab the towel and then cover up. Once she had the towel back she wrapped it around her back and gathered it in front, holding tight with both hands, at the top near her chest and the bottom near the top of her round thighs. My gawd, I was turned on. She stood there in the hallway and said, "Thanks a lot you perv. I hope you got a good show." "Yeah I did," I said kind of quietly to myself. (Wait what? Why did I say that?) "I mean sorry, Alex. Are you OK?" She smiled just a little and said, "I'll bet you did. Yes I'm OK." And she walked down the hallway to her room. Before she turned into her room she looked back at me still lying there in the doorway. She paused for just a second and then went in and closed the door behind her. I had never jerked off while thinking about my sister before but after the towel incident, I discovered the fastest way to drain my balls was to imagine her standing above me, hands on her hips with her chest out in plain sight as if presenting her pre-teen breasts to me. Even now that I'm much older I still remember that day in every detail. I guess it was a little more than a year later when things really changed for my sister and me. I was nearly 14 during the spring of the next year and I had become pretty good at jerking off. I'd do it in bed, in the shower, I even did it several times on the school bus riding home when nobody else was in the seats around me. One time I was so horny at school that I gushed in my seat in Spanish class imagining what it would be like to fuck my teacher's boobs. She was seriously hot. But my go-to was always Alex. I'd imagine coming up behind her in the bathroom and hugging her from behind, pressing my hard dick against her butt cheeks. I'd imagine her kissing me and moving down my chest and body until she found my throbbing cock, then sucking it dry while I pumped it into her perfect mouth. I'd sometimes watch her eat at dinner time and get so hard I'd have to excuse myself and go jerk off in the bathroom. Sometimes I'd sit there on the closed toilet seat and bend over to see how close I could get to sucking my own cock. It was pretty difficult, but if I worked at it, I could usually get my lips just over the head of my dick, enough to taste my cum when I exploded. Gawd I wanted to see her again. Just before spring break, we were talking about a family trip we had planned to make to the northern California coast. We used to go there about every other year for a few days. But I was totally excited because Alex and I always shared a double bed at the little beach house we always rented. This was the first time since the towel incident that we would be in the same bed together. My dad was explaining the itinerary, but all I could think about was Alex's perfect round ass and how I would be within inches of it when we swimming. I jerked off later that night imagining pushing my dick in between her ass cheeks and rubbing it up and down while reaching around and stroking her plump little pussy lips until she too orgasmed under the sheets. When I woke up the next morning with another hardon, I made myself cum again to the same image in my brain. It was the last week before spring break and Alex and I were riding the bus to school. Sometimes she sat a couple seats away with her friends that were all a grade ahead of me, but this time she slid in with me when we got on. She started talking about our trip and of course that got me thinking about her again. "So, I wonder if they'll have the same bikes there like they did last time," she said. "I don't know. Probably," I said. "We could bring our own I guess." "Yeah," she said. "I thought it was fun when we went on that ride into town last time and hung out at the movie theater all day." "It was kind of a long ride," I said. "I guess, but still it was fun to hang out with you," she said. "So what do you want to do when we get there," she was kind of chatty for it being so early on a school day. "I don't know, go the beach I guess," I said. "I kind of don't really want to do too much." "Hmm." she said. "So, I want to talk to you about something," she said, changing the subject. "What," I said, suddenly sensing she was trying to be serious. "Well. It's kind of embarrassing and I don't know how to say it, but I wanted to talk to you before we went to the beach this year," she said. "OK. What?" I said, this time looking up at her from my slouched down position in the tall bus seat. She leaned down close to me and put her face right down next to mine. "Well, so, I um, have seen you. You know a couple times, you know, um, doing what guys do sometimes," she said almost whispering. I immediately knew what she was talking about. She saw me jerking off. I'm sure of it. Oh my gawd, what do I say now? "Saw me doing what?" I said, not admitting anything. "Jason, you know what I mean. I saw you last week in the shower, when you left the door unlocked and you were, you know, playing with your, um, self," she said very quietly. There was no one in the seats around us on the bus yet, but she was still being really quiet. I just sat there looking at her. I didn't know what to say. "Well?" she said. "Well what?" I said. "Is that what you do now, spy on me when I am in the shower? Is this because I saw you naked that one time?" "No." she said. "Well, yes. Kind of. I mean not really. I mean I have thought of that before, but that had nothing to do with me watching you." "You're watching me, now?" I said in a very accusing voice. "Shush," she said. "It's not like that. I just saw you and I thought you heard me come in and so when you didn't say anything, I knew you didn't know I was there. And then I thought, 'Well he saw me naked, so I am going to surprise him and tell him I saw him naked so we are even.' But then I noticed what you were doing and so I just kind of watched, because, well I was really curious." "What do you mean you watched?" I said. "You know, stood there at the door and I watched," she said. "I couldn't really see anything. I mean it's not like the shower door is real revealing." "Hmm," I said. "So what did you see?" "Well, I just could tell that you were, um masturbating," she said as she crinkled her nose a little. That was a very weird word to hear my sister say. "So, what did you see?" I said again. "I didn't see anything," she said. "I could just tell what you were doing and then I saw you kind of go really slow and arch your back a little and then you stopped. That's all." "Oh," I said. I really didn't know what to say. "It's OK," she said. "I didn't tell anyone. I just wanted to tell you." "OK," I said. And then I kind of turned back toward the window of the bus because we were getting close to another stop. So then Alex leaned over to me and said, "Jase, come on. Don't be mad." "Alex," I said, but this time with a little anger in my voice. "I get it, you watched me jack off in the shower. Cool for you. So now we are even." I was totally getting hard thinking about her standing there in the bathroom watching me grasping my cock, all the time thinking of doing things to her perfect teen body. "Jason, it's not like that. Don't be mad. I wanted to tell you because, um, well it made me really curious to know if you do that a lot, cause, um I saw you do it again this morning, too." "Oh gawd," I said. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." I was losing my erection, now and really kind of feeling embarrassed. "Jason, serious," she said. "Talk to me. Don't be like this. Don't be embarrassed. Don't. I saw you do it this morning because after I saw you in the shower I started wondering how often you do it and, well then I DID start spying on you a little bit ... 'cause I wanted to see you do it again ... 'cause I really liked watching you do it." "Alex. Shut up. OK?" I said. "I don't want to talk about it any more." I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or being serious, so I played it safe. "Jase, really," she said, this time putting her hand on my thigh and leaning in even closer. "I'm serious. It's OK. Really. Since I saw you this morning, all I can think about is you holding your penis in your hand. I'm not even kidding." I turned over to look at her and gave her one of those "are you kidding me?" looks. She smiled a small smile and said, "I know guys like to masturbate a lot, I just never really thought of you that way is all. Not until last week, anyway. And then I was really," and she paused for a second "really curious." I was still looking at her right in the eyes. "What do you mean you never thought of me that way?" I asked. "You mean like a pervert? Is that what you mean? You know a lot of girls do it too. Just cause you caught me doing it, doesn't make it wrong." I was irritated and I wasn't really thinking what I was saying and I felt like I might have said too much. Then she said something that changed everything for me. "I know a lot of people do it. I know even girls do it," Alex said. "Jason, even I play with myself. And, well, after I learned that you do it, it made me feel less weird. It made me feel like we have something in common. And after I saw you in the shower last week, I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't know how." We were getting close to the big bus stop, where a ton of kids got on. "In fact," she said. "After this morning when I saw your penis shooting all over your hand, I was so turned on that I went back into my room and, um, you know." I just looked at her. If my jaw wasn't hanging open, it sure felt like it. "I know, right?" she said. "I just wanted you to know." A bunch of kids streamed onto the bus then, and we had to break off our conversation. I thought she would go up and sit with her girlfriends, but she didn't. She stayed seated right next to me on the left. A couple of girls came over and said hello, talked about some test in English and asked her if she was going to meet them after school later. Alexis said no, she had stuff to do at home to get ready for her trip. My friend Eric and Brian were in the seat behind me and I could feel them kicking the seat. They are jerks. I ignored them. The next few minutes were seriously awkward for me. I could not talk to Alex, but all I could think about was asking her more questions. She was sitting there right next to me, but she had left me hanging in a serious way. I knew she had masturbated less than an hour ago. I knew that only a little bit ago she had her fingers buried inside her pussy as she gasped for breath and felt wave after wave of pleasure surging through her. I imagined myself in the shower, warm water streaming over my head and back. In my mind's eye, I could see my stiff cock in my right hand. I felt my left hand squeezing tight around the base of my cock down low against my nuts. My right hand worked the top of the shaft, and I rocked back and forth, fucking my hands like they were some kind of tight pussy ... my sister's tight, teen pussy. As I pictured myself in the shower, I remembered the excitement I had thinking about Alexis and her sweet little ass cheeks, her firm titties that squeezed out over her arm that day last winter, her amazingly smooth legs that climbed up from her calves to her thighs and ended at that oh so sweet vagina that I wanted to bury my face into. As I sat there in the chaos happening around me on the school bus, all I could focus on was Alexis and the small piece of bare thigh exposed below her skirt, touching the denim of my jeans. When I looked down I saw her lower thigh just above her knee move and stretch as the bus bounced and turned. My eyes were glued to her lap, covered by the plaid skirt. Her knees were far enough apart that I could see only shadows. I was in a trance. With my eyes, I followed the line of her legs under her dress up to her waist, where her hands were held clenched, fingers interlocked. Her small wrists led to her bare forearms and drew my eyes up to her chest, her white blouse covering whatever bra she wore over her 15-year-old boobs. Like her legs below, her chest undulated ever so slightly when the bus jostled and moved. The top button of her blouse was undone and my eyes moved up to see the smooth skin below her throat. Her light brown hair, not quite blonde, hung over her collar in big loose curls, perfect. Hypnotized, my head hung down, but my eyes moved even further up to see her chin, her thin red lips opened just barely. Her cute little upturned nose and then her eyes. My gawd, I saw her deep green eyes, staring right back at me. I locked onto them and then realized I had an erection pushing so hard against my jeans that it was almost painful. She broke sight first, glancing down. Then she looked back at me. Her eyes burned into mine. She looked down again, and this time I followed her line of sight to her knees. She looked back up and we locked eyes again. Then as if to say, "follow me," she looked down at her knees again. I followed her eyes and watched her knees as they moved ever so subtly, apart. Slowly she spread those perfect thighs apart, pushing harder against my thigh with her right leg. I was weak, and she easily shoved my leg over as the gap between her legs was wide enough now that it forced her skirt up just a fraction of an inch. Light from the bus window poured in and gave me an even deeper look up her skirt. I could see only the curve of the back of her leg as it sat pressed against the green vinyl bus seat. My cock was so hard it began to ache. It jumped and throbbed inside my jeans. I wanted to shift, but I could not move, her spell pinned me motionless. She lifted her head slightly and looked me in the eyes again. Then she slowly moved her glance to my lap. Likewise my eyes followed. The bulge in my button-flies was noticeable and a tiny wet spot was beginning to form at the end of the very visible outline of my swollen dick. I panicked and quickly moved my hands to cover up. And when I did I felt for myself how hard I was. Gawd I wanted to unleash my cock, grasp it hard and pump out a load of sperm all over the bus. But I dared not. As I sat there with my hands folded awkwardly over my now fully swollen meat, I looked up a bit ashamed, at my sister sitting beside me. She looked back at me, and then she did something that nearly caused me to cum in my pants right there. She placed her hand on my wrist and she pulled it toward her. I did not want to move and held it firm, but her steady tug told me that my big sister was in charge. My right hand, in tandem with my left move away as well, leaving the bulge in my pants in plain view. Her eyes again tracked back to my lap. My cock throbbed and like her I watched it move over and over again, straining against the thick denim that concealed it. I knew pre-cum was now flowing freely and I had developed a sizable wet spot at the top of my right thigh where my cock was held tight. When I looked up again at her face, her eyes were closed and her head was lifted up at the top of her arching neck. She took in a deep breath, which made her breasts strain against her blouse. Her shoulders moved down and her arms stiffened. I watched her as her once clenched hands separated and pressed down and in against her skirt. Her loose skirt folded between her thighs as she used her open palms and fingers to push firmly against what I could only imagine was her panty-covered pussy. The bus brakes squealed and broke whatever imaginary sex was happening there in the back section of the bus between my big sister and I. The moment ended and the school day began as it always did with kids shouting and laughing as they made their way off the bus. When she could, Alex stood up in the aisle and then bent over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll see you after school, K, Jase?" she said. Then she spun and made her way quickly off the bus. I waited for a moment, making sure to carry my backpack in front of me as I walked. As quickly as I could I hit the bathroom and the closest stall to rub out a load before my first class. Amazingly I shot a fair amount of cum despite jerking off earlier that morning. What a relief. With that done I walked into class just as the bell sounded. CHAPTER 2 I made it almost to lunch before thoughts of my sister watching me jerk off began to creep back into my mind. We had different schedules, so our lunch hours overlapped by only a few minutes. I usually never saw her, but this time I hung around a few minutes later to see if I could find her in the crowd of kids coming in from the hallway. Alex saw me first and came up to me as I was about walk out. "Miss me?" she asked in kind of teasing way after tapping me on the shoulder from the back. I spun around a little startled "Hey Alex," I said. "What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" she asked. "What are you doing? You better get going or you're going to miss the bell." "Yeah, OK. I just wanted to see you and make sure we're OK. You know, after this morning and all," I said. "That was a little weird." She smiled at me and said, "A little weird? You're funny. I'm glad you are my brother. I like being weird with you." I chuckled a little and said, "OK see you after school." Then I walked away down the hall. I turned back just to watch her and I caught her turning around to look at me, too. That is when I realized that I didn't just love my sister, I was totally in love with her. I didn't even know what that meant. All I know is that I really wanted to see her again and it seemed like it was going to be forever until school was over that day. The last bell rang at 2:30 p.m. to signal the end of the school day. Of course I ran about as fast as I could to the buses. When I got to the sidewalk where the school buses were lined up, kids were already climbing on the bus Alexis and I ride home on. I made my way toward the back where I usually sat. Alex was there on the right side of the bus. She saw me coming and pulled her book bag over to signal me to slide in. "Hey, bro," she said. "Hey." I said. I looked at her the whole way in and watched her eyes looking right at mine as I slid in. "I missed you all day," she said. "Really?" I asked. "I missed you too. I mean after this morning, all I could think about was you. Is that weird?" "No," she said. "It's great. You should miss me. I'm your big sister and I like knowing that you think about me. I want you to miss me. I want you to think about me all the time." "I do," I said. "I think about being with you and hanging out with you and stuff." "And stuff?" Alex asked. "What stuff?" "I don't know, you know, just doing stuff," I said. "I think you do know," she said with kind of a quiet voice. "I think you know what you want to do with me. Cause I know what stuff I want to do with you." "Like what?" I asked. So then she leaned over close to my ear and said, "Give me your hand." I shifted and pulled up my right arm and held it out a little bit for her. She took it in her left hand as I watched her closely. I was already so hard I couldn't believe it. She slowly moved it over onto my lap and placed it right on top of the obvious bulge in my jeans. I was holding my hand like a robot. Not really knowing what she wanted from me. I glanced up and look at her face. She was focused on the hand now resting on my erection. She moved her fingers over the top of mine and began to massage my hand. It was like she was wearing a glove. I responded in kind and followed the movement of her fingers. With her palm on the back of my hand she used me to push hard against my bulging cock and forced me to wrap my fingers around the shape of the shaft that had formed in my jeans. I was erect against my left leg. A small wet spot had begun to form on my pant leg as pre-cum again began to ooze out. She kept up the pressure, as she used my own hand to rhythmically masturbate me on top of my jeans. I could feel the shaft of my cock strain and push down along the length of my upper thigh. With every thrust of her hand my dick rubbed against my leg. I was fucking myself in public and Alex was helping. Her fingers filtered in between mine allowing her to feel the the thin layer of denim between her fingertips and my raging hardon. The light touch of her soft fingers combined with my own made me leak precum, which once again soaked through. But I didn't even care. The bus bounced and jostled. It was just a short ride home and ours was the first stop. Before I even noticed, we were at the corner and I heard kids begin to file out. I looked up over the seat and saw the bus driver looking back through the overhead mirror. "You guys getting off?" he shouted. (He had no idea what he was asking.) "Alex, stop. We gotta go," I said. She lifted her hand from mine and pulled herself up out of the seat. He skirt flipped up and again I could almost see her panties. God, I was crazy about her. She was ahead of me as she sashayed though the center aisle of tall green bus seats. Her plaid skirt flipping at each row. Down the steps and onto the curb. We both stood there as the bus pulled away. "Come on," she said. "I'll race you home." She took off down the sidewalk toward the house. I trotted along behind her, watching her perfect ass through that perfect skirt. Run, I could barely walk, with the massive hardon pressing against my leg. The sixth house down from the corner was ours. She pulled her key from the string around her neck and unlocked the door. I followed as we both dumped our book bags in the the lazy chair in the front room. She turned around, squared off in front of me and whispered, "Come on." She took my hand and led me through the dining room, down the hall and into her room. "Sit down," she said, pointing to her bed. It was kind of messy and had some clothes on it, including a couple of bras and panties from the wash Mom had dumped there earlier in the day. She did our laundry, but we had to put it away. Alex kicked off her shoes and sat down beside me on the bed. I watched her the whole time. "You OK?" she asked. "Yes," I replied simply. "So, I want to show you something," she said. "What?" I said, having no idea what was about to happen. She walked to the desk under the window in her room and bent down to retrieve something from between the desk and the wall. She unfolded a towel and revealed a porno magazine. "It's one of dad's," she said. "I've had it for a long time. I'm sure he has no idea I have it." "Where did you get that?" I asked. "If he finds out that you have that, you're going to be in big trouble." "Relax," she said. "I've had it for months and he has plenty more. He has no idea." "He has plenty more?" I asked. "Where? How do you know all this?" I had no idea there were porno magazines in my house. How could I not know this? "He gets them in the mail silly," she said. "Haven't you ever seen them? They come in plain brown wrappers." I guess I had remembered something like that, but I just thought they were bills. I mean it was always Mom and Dad who brought in the mail. We were always told to stay out of the mail. Now I guess I know why. Which means Mom knows all this as well. "Am I the only one in the house that doesn't know about this?" I asked Alex. "Forget about it," Jase. "Here, I want to show you this." She picked up the magazine and flipped it quickly to a pictorial of a sexy couple dressed in very revealing clothing. "This is what I have been thinking about all day," she said. The series of pictures showed a man and woman going through the motions of removing each others clothes before the woman takes the man's penis and sucks him off. The last photo in the series showed the woman wrapped around the man's muscled legs at the edge of bed. "That's hot," I said. "Come here," Alex said. "Let me undress you. Is that OK?" "Yes," I said. She started with my jacket and then my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and glancing up at me between buttons. "Is this OK," she whispered. "Yes," I said. "You can keep going." I pulled my own arms from my shirt, which only left a t-shirt underneath. Then she took my hands in hers and said, "Now you do me." Like before she worked my hands as I removed her jacket, then her blouse. She turned around with her back facing me and put my hands on the zipper on her skirt. I zipped it down and let it drop to the floor. Still holding onto my hands, she pulled them around to the front of her tummy, which pulled her butt up against the front of my jeans and my cock straining to breaking free. "You love this, don't you?" she said, more as a statement than a question. "Yes," I said. "I love this too much." "Sush," she said. "There is no such thing as too much. I can tell you love this. I can feel you hard against me. Do you feel me against you?" "Yes," I said. She pushed back against me with her little bottom and at the same time pulled my hands forward in front of her. "Mmmm. I love that," she said. I was so hard, I could tell I was going to cream my pants right there if this didn't stop soon. "Alex," I said quietly. "I need to take off my pants. It's getting a little painful." "Painful?" she asked, looking at me over her shoulder. "Do we need to stop?" "No," I said. "But I have a major erection and I need to let it out. It's uncomfortable." "Oh," she said. "Well, can I let it out?" She turned around to face me, still very close to me. I was looking at her for the first time in only her bra and panties, although I could only see them from my peripheral vision because she was very close to me. "Yes," I said. "But it may be different than what you imagined." She just looked me in the eyes, not saying anything. Then she pushed away from me a bit so she could see my belt as she loosened it. She unbuttoned each of the buttons on my jeans and gently opened up my fly. She looked back at me and then knelt down, placing her fingers inside the top of my boxer briefs, just like in the pictures she has showed me earlier. "Alex," I said. "Yes?" she replied looking up me with those amazing green eyes of hers. "I am very close to cumming," I said. "I know," she said. "That's what I want to see." She slipped her fingers around my wasteband and worked my underwear down around my thighs. When my cock sprang free it nearly hit her in the face. "Wow. That's awesome, Jason," she said. "I have waited so long to see your penis close up like this. Make it cum now." "I can't make it cum," I said. "I can just coax it and it kind of cums on its own." "Do you want me to coax it?" she said. "Yes. If you want to," I said. "OK. Show me how." she said. "Give me your hands," I said. This time I took her hands in mine and placed them around my cock. "Now. Grasp me firmly and massage it," I said. I let go of her hands and put them on the top of her head as she go into a rhythm of jerking me off. "Like this?" she asked. "Yes. Exactly like that," I said. "Just keep doing that. Oh my god, keep doing it just like that. She stroked my cock for a minute or two with her face right in front of it, my hands on her head. I arched my back as I got close and the sensation began to build. Unconsciously, I was pulling her face in closer and closer as my orgasm began. "Jason," she said. "Yes, like that," I said. "Don't stop. Keep fucking me, Alex. God keep fucking me. I want you so bad." "Jason," she said, this time a little more quietly. The first stream blasted out and I cried out. "Fuck yes, Oh my god." I shouted. "Yes." With each stream I jerked my hips forward, pulling on the top, then the back of her head. As I finished and realized what I was doing, I looked down and saw my big sister with cum in her hair and on her forehead. "That. Was. Awesome," she said, smiling and wiping her ear where I had sprayed her with cum. "Oh my god," I said. "I am so sorry. Are you OK?" She started laughing as she fell back on the floor. She was lying there on the carpeted floor of her room, her plaid skirt underneath her in only her white cotton bra and panties. I was still hard as a rock as I tried to survey the surrounding mess I had made. "Is it always like that for you?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. I knelt down next to her and wiped some of my cum from her hairline with my thumb. "I mean, when I saw you this morning, it seemed a lot less intense, but this time it was amazing," she said. "How soon can we do it again?" I licked the cum from my thumb and then found another glob on her shoulder. I brought that to my mouth as well. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Cleaning you up," I said. "I made kind of a mess." "I mean you're licking your cum off of me," she said. "Is that what you do?" "Uh, I don't know. Yes. I guess so. Why?" "Well, it's kind of hot," she said. She paused and look at me and then look around herself. She found a small glob of cum on the skirt beside her, wiped it with her forefinger and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on her finger like she was licking off chocolate from a messy candy bar. "It doesn't really taste like anything," she said. "Do you like eating your own cum?" "I mean, I don't know if I like it, I just do it as part of cleaning up," I said. "I guess I like it. It is kind of a sexy way to end it." "We're not done are we?" she asked. "I want to do it again." CHAPTER 3 My cock was still very hard. I had just made my sister jerk me off. My sister. And we were sitting here in her room talking and joking about it. "Let me make you cum again, Jason," she said. "I want to do it again and again as many times as we can before Mom comes home. What's the most times you have done it before?" "You mean in a day?" I asked. "Yeah, like in a 24-hour period." she said. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe five times in one day. That was a while back, though." "So, you came this morning when I watched you," she said. "And just now. Can you do it three more times?" "Two more," I said. "I jerked off at school after we got off the bus." "Serious?" she asked. "At school?" "Yes. I couldn't help it," I said. "You were so hot on the bus this morning. It was the only way I could concentrate on anything. Then I saw you at lunch and all I could think about was you in your skirt and ... well, you know." "Oh my god. You are so hilarious," she said. "Did anyone see you at school?" "No. I hope not," I said. "That would be terrible." "How many guys masturbate at school?" she asked. "Does Eric do it? How about whats-his-name, Brian?" "I don't know," I said kind of incredulously. "I'm not a fag. And I don't keep track of how many times my friends jerk off. I don't even know if they do." "Of course they do," she said. "I'm pretty sure all guys do. But you know what? I don't care about them. I only care about you. Let's do it again." My hardon was fading pretty fast by now. I wasn't sure I could get it up again, maybe later in the evening. "I don't know if I can do it so soon after that massive orgasm," I said. "It usually takes a little while to work it back up." "Let's try," Alex said. "I want to try and break the record. Plus I want to try with me, too." "What do you mean, with you?" I asked. "I mean I want an orgasm, too," she said. "I helped you with yours, so you can help me with mine. OK?" That was all I needed. I was hard again. "OK. What do you want me to do?" I asked. "I want to sit on your penis while it's hard and rub myself against you," she said. "I want you to watch me as I rub myself on you and I want you to watch me cum. Will you do that?" "Yes," I said. What kind of a crazy question was that? I thought to myself. My big sister wants to use me to make herself cum. Of course I am going to do that. "Here. Now you lay down on the bed," she said pulling me up. "I want you just like this. Take off your t-shirt." So now I'm laying down on the bed stark naked except for my socks. She opens the door to the hallway a crack and peeks out. Then in just her bra and panties opens the door wide. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I gotta pee," she said. "Oh." I waited a few minutes there on her bed lying on my back and rubbing my hard dick just to keep it hard. I was lubing in up with spit the whole time and glancing at some of the photos in Dad's porno magazine. "What are you doing?" Alex said as she walked back into the room. "Are you masturbating again without me?" "No," I said. "I was just sitting here waiting for you to come back." "Oh. OK. Are you still hard?" she asked. "Of course," I said. "How could I not be hard? I'm laying here in my sister's room after she just jerked me off and I'm waiting for her to do it again while looking at a porn magazine." "Right. Well, I'm ready, too," she said. "So I'm just going to lie here ..." I started to say. "Shut up," she said. "Just stop talking now. We're going to take our time this time." "OK. I mean, nevermind. Shutting up now," I said as I watched her climb up on the bed and lift one leg over the top of me. I couldn't believe this was happening. Her pretty brown hair hung down in front of her shoulders as he put her hands on my chest and moved herself into position astride me. "Am I hurting you?" she whisper softly. "No," I responded. "You are beautiful." She was beautiful. Her silky soft skin was warm against my hips where her thighs pressed against me. Her hands pushed against my chest and belly, fingers out, thumbs up as if she were riding the penny pony at the grocery store. I looked her in the eyes and she looked back into mine. "Do you want me take my bra off?" she asked. "If you want to," I said. Of course I wanted her to take her bra off. Why did I say that? "Tell me to take my bra off," she said. "But say it slowly and softly." "Please," I began. "No," she interrupted. "Tell me." I waiting a few seconds. She watched my face. "Take your bra off, Alex," I said. She drew in a deep breath and lifted her head back, pushing herself up and reaching back behind her. I watched ever move. The cotton bra became slack and slipped first from her right shoulder then her left as she dipped it down. The bra fell, or rather slipped, down her arms as she brought them back in front of her and placed them on my rib cage. She lifted one hand, and with the other, slipped it across my chest and let it fall to my side on the bed sheets. Again she drew herself up and cupped both her boobs with her hands, squeezing and massaging the now free mounds. She was bigger than I remembered; not huge, just enough to fit under her cupped hands. "Do you want to feel me?" she asked. "Yes," I said. Again, she took my hands in hers and guided them to her breasts. She put her hands over mine and began kneading and massaging herself with my hands. "Touch my nipples," she said. I didn't say a word, but rubbed by thumbs in unison over her hardening nipples. The areolas on each perfect breast were darker, but not really brown. "Yes," she said. "Just like that. Keep doing that." She began to move her hips and buttocks against my groin. She spread her legs and pressed down against my cock. I couldn't see it, but I knew I was leaking pre-cum. I let my head fall back on the pillow as she began to ride my cock. Her soaking panties moving up and down the length. Her hands moved back to my chest and she kept humping me as I flicked each nipple with my thumbs. Faster and faster. She pressed against my dick so hard I began to feel as if I would enter her, but the position was not right. She took one of my hands and put my thumb into her mouth. She coated it with saliva and replaced it back on her nipples. She reached for the other one, but I beat her to it. I reached for her mouth and she looked down at me, smiling. "This is getting me close," she said. "You don't know how long I have wanted this." "Ride me," I told her. "Ride my cock, Alex." Her eyes were closed and her head was moving up and down. Her hair flew wildly forward, then back. God I could tell she was getting close. Hell, I was getting close. "I'm going to to cum now," she said. "Oh my god, I am cumming. I'm cumming, Jason. Oh my god, you are making me cum." "Go," I said as I began to feel my own orgasm beginning. "Keep fucking me," Jase. "I need to feel you cum, too." I began pushing up as she thrust down. I could feel her soaking pussy lips through her panties sliding from the base of my cock to the head. I looked up to see her mouth open, grasping for breath. "Oh god, yes, Jason. Yes. Yes. Please cum now," she said. I began blowing my load like never before. With each thrust I pushed up against her. I felt the warm cum against by belly. It oozed out of my tight cock head and lubed our moving bodies. "I can feel your penis cumming, Jason.. I can feel you cumming against me," she said. One last, hard, long thrust against her pussy lips and I was done. I was sweating as she continued to slowly move against me. Her movements slowed. And she collapsed on my chest. Alexis' hair fell over my face. I felt the heat from her cheek against mine. My god, what had we just done? "That was amazing," she said. "Is that how it feels every time with you?" "I don't know," I said. "That was the best one I've ever had." She rolled off of me, her hand still resting on my chest. "I know we didn't have sex, but that was lovemaking, and I want to do it again," she said. "How much did you cum?" "I don't know," I said. "A lot I think." She lifted her head and looked down at my glistening body, soaked with a mix of my cum and her pussy juices. She sat up and then moved her head to my softening penis, which still had a white stream of post-sex cum oozing from it. She took it into her mouth and sucked the cum from my penis. "Mmmm. So good," she said. Then she began licking my pubic hair and my belly and anywhere else she thought there may be cum. I let her do it without saying anything. It tickled a little, but it felt nice at the same time. She moved back up to me, looking at me now right in the face. I looked back at her, her face shiny with our sex juices. Then she came in and kissed me right on the mouth. I kissed her back following her move. Our lips parted and as they did seaman, saliva, and her own cum juices flowed into my mouth. It startled me at first, then when I realized what was happening, I began kissing her wildly. My god, I wanted to taste every taste that was filling my mouth. I put my hands up to her face and forcefully kissed her, driving my tongue deep into her mouth. As I probed the inside of her mouth I felt her begin to suck on my tongue. I hadn't fucked her pussy, but I was tongue fucking her mouth. We finally broke free and once again collapsed on the bed.