It Begins Ch. 04

Author's note: I seem to be getting many compliments for the slower pace of this series, and still a few that want it picked up a bit. It's my feeling that each little episode deserves it's own attention, and that attention gets diminished if it is all thrown together. Doing it this way I can add the details needed to hopefully frame each occurrence for it's own worth. For those of you who like that, enjoy.

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Over the next couple weeks we became bolder and bolder, at least when we were totally alone. If anyone was home, due home or coming over we cooled it. Neither of us wanted to get caught. On that we were unanimous.

The kissing slacked off a bit. My best guess at that was because Kathy would get too turned on and had very little control. I suppose it scared her to be out of control and leave the judgment to anyone but herself. That was probably a correct judgment.

But the naked games got hotter. Neither of us hardly ever got dressed without the other one seeing, at least when no one was home. We posed for one another in various stages of undress as well. Kathy especially liked posing semi nude or nude in a teasing fashion. She loved turning me on and knowing that she could, at a moment's notice, with or without my permission.

I remember getting a call from a girl one morning and Kathy answered it. She handed me the phone and then as I talked to her she stood maybe five feet away and stripped - slowly and very sexy. Ever try to carry on a conversation with a beautiful girl stripping right there in front of you, much less your own sister!

There was very little touching however. She'd let me touch her breasts occasionally but not extended building type touching. Probably same reason as the kissing. It was still the best couple weeks I'd ever experienced up to that time.

It progressed until she was about to shower one morning. We used to normally shower at night but she was this morning for some reason. I watched her get naked to shower and then I asked if she wanted me to shower with her. She was definite that I NOT. I expected as much since there was bound to be touching. But she said I was welcome to come in and watch.

I came in and sat on the toilet seat and watched as she climbed in and started to shower. It was so sexy watching the water and suds cascade down her back and over her perfect round cheeks or down the front of her between her breasts and over her navel to disappear between her legs. And when she took her wash cloth to her breasts and washed each, giving special time mostly for my enjoyment, I was enthralled.

But the best part was washing her pussy. Not sure if it was her norm, but she saved that part for last. She began scrubbing it with a very soapy cloth. She gave a little moan for my benefit. Then after seeing how hard I was she began to wash it with just a soapy hand with her leg up on the tub where I could see everything. "Oh wow that feels soooooooo good" she groaned. After washing it and stroking it and rubbing between her lips and all around it, she straightened up to rinse off.

"Keep it up," I entreated.

"Nooo way," she giggled as the water rinsed her thoroughly.

I was happy to just be witnessing all this so I didn't really expect her to masturbate for me. But I had to give it a try. As she finished up rinsing, I was still concentrating on the thought of her masturbating in the throws of an orgasm. I didn't say anything until she shut the shower off.

Do you masturbate Sis," I blurted out. We were by then close enough to ask at least. It was still a shock to her that I asked I think, because she paused and looked amazed.

She didn't answer but went on drying herself as we chatted, naked all the while, like some married couple. She finally said, "Do you? Well I know YOU do."

I said, "How do you know that. We're not spying are we?"

She answered, "Well I take that as a yes then," giggling. "If you wondered if I was spying, then that means there must be something to spy on."

I blushed at her Sherlock Holmes type deduction and didn't answer.

"Besides, I figured when we mess around and you leave to go to the bathroom all the time, there must be a connection," she smirked.

Trying to defend myself, (it was a bit of a put down for guys to be known to masturbate back then), I said, "You don't know that."

She let out a solid laugh at that but said nothing. Then from out of nowhere as she finished drying her foot, she said, "Yeah I masturbate too. Most people do I suppose."

That's what I loved most about my sister lately. She could have enjoyed playing up my embarrassment here, but instead she not only dropped it but gave me ammunition.

My thoughts were certainly not on embarrassing her of course. They were picturing this beautiful hunk of womanhood lying on a bed, naked, legs parted, eyes closed and fingering herself. I had seen all the parts, but not the whole. I'd even seen her just now stroking herself and the thought that it might have been real had I not been there was electrifying.

"That doesn't shock you does it," she asked of my silence. "Oh no, of course not. I just never thought..." I stopped because I remembered her questioning of what I think of her and this began to sound like I now being judgmental of her.

"You didn't think girls did it too?" she giggled.

"I suppose not," I snickered.

"Oh Michael, girls do it every bit as much as boys!"

I liked where this was headed: chatting about masturbation with my naked sister. She had finished drying and instead of wrapping in a towel to head to her room as she would have a month ago, she simply walked out naked with me following behind all the way into her room.

"So what gets a girl excited enough to masturbate," I continued.

She laughed uncomfortably and said, "Oh my, what a broad question. I suppose the same things that get boys excited enough to do it."

"So did you do it after we..." I paused and didn't finish.

She was at her dresser to get some panties and a bra. She stopped and straightened up, but didn't face me. She did glance at me several times in the mirror and then away pretending to wait for the conclusion of my sentence, but obviously deciding on an answer. She nodded yes, looking at me now for my reaction.

"So it excited you then as much as it did me, did it?" I queried.

She took a pair of blue satin panties out of the drawer and sat on the bed, taking no precautions to keep her legs closed. She wasn't even looking my way. She nodded yes, with a rather serious face, but then smiled quickly looking up at me.

"I'm really glad," I said.

"Are you? Why?" she said throwing the pressure back on me.

I actually turned myself away from my naked sister with her legs spread feeling suddenly shy and answered, "I guess just because I enjoyed it SO much I just hoped you did too." Then I turned back to her to see her reaction, just as she stood to pull up her panties. Even with the conversation going as it was, it was still hard to concentrate with her naked presence.

Standing there topless in her pretty blue panties, she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead saying, "Yes I did... very much," as calmly as if she'd just told me she liked blueberries.

"I wonder if you could show me sometime how a woman does it," I managed to get out through shaky lips, and I blushed.

She had picked up her bra to put it on and had put it over her shoulders with her back to me waiting for me to snap it up. She looked back, eyebrows raised and mouth open and said, "What, how we masturbate?? That's going a bit too far, don't you think."

Feeling bolder as I held the straps of her bra in my fingers and snapped up each hook one by one slowly to enjoy the act, I said, "Well you don't have to do it. I just meant to show me how."

"Uh huh," she said, adjusting the cups of her bra, "I think you know how we do it and just want to watch," she said looking back smiling in nearly a laugh.

I said nothing but finished up hooking her bra. When I finished, she gave one more adjustment and turned towards me. I was just looking down depressed that she had not only seen through my question, but sounded as if she'd closed out the subject completely.

But then she said, "Actually you saw a demonstration in the shower."

Yes, I had hadn't I. I suppose she was right and I just wanted a vivid demonstration or better yet the real thing. I shook my head yes and headed out.

As I reached the door, she said, "Michael... we'll see. Maybe one day when I'm really horny," and she blushed at the fact that such a statement even left her mouth.

"Thanks, that would be exciting!," I said with more of an admiring smile than a conquest, and I left her room. I left the room of my older sister in her bra and panties finishing dressing! Clearing my head, I turned and came back to see her bending to get a top from the chair.

"What" she said seeing me in the doorway.

"Nothing. You surprised me so much I almost forgot to finish watching you dress. I never get tired of that."

She smiled her pleasure at my response.

It wasn't long after that incident, maybe a weekend went by, when that morning after breakfast we were sitting at the table. She was still in her gown and robe and I was dressed in my shorts and T-shirt as usual. We were done eating but still sort of chatting. She was talking more than usual and I could tell she had something on her mind.

"I had a very erotic dream last night," she said with almost a mock blush.

That perked me up and I said, "Oh yeah, what was it about?"

"Oh, you're going to think I'm terrible," she said to brace me.

"Let me be the judge of that," I reassured her.

"Oh, you'll think I'm terrible," she stumbled.

"Is it that you don't want me to think badly of you, or you don't want me to think naughty things ABOUT you," I snickered to break up the tension and to clarify things.

"I don't want you to think badly of me," she emphasized.

"Kathy, by now you have to know that the thought of you in any sexual situation is a pure turn on for me, not disgusting in ANY way," I said. "out with it!"

"OK, well it was about you and I," she said pausing to see my reaction.

"Ummm, go on. Sounds even better." I said.

"You remember the other day when you asked to see me masturbate," she went on.

"Sure," I said.

Taking a large inhale and exhale for bravery she said, "Well in this dream, you were sitting at the end of my bed and I was at the other end... and we were masturbating together," she said nervously getting up and clearing her stuff from the breakfast table.

"Wow, sounds like a great idea," I chuckled.

She didn't answer but continued clearing things.

I got up too taking my bowl to the sink and rinsing it out and said, "So did that make you masturbate for real?"

Facing me with her head down but eyes looking my way as best she could she said, "I woke up humping," and snickered embarrassingly.

"So you must have thought that was a pretty good thing to happen I suppose?" I said, not really expecting her to answer. And she didn't.

There was a pregnant pause and I finally broke the silence with, "Would you like to try it?"

Another long pause without looking my way. "Maybe sometime..." she almost whispered sheepishly staring at whatever she was doing.

"No time like the present," I said.

She looked my way I guess to see if I was serious and I began to open my belt, holding it there with it partially open awaiting and answer.

"OK," was all she said and it was all I needed to hear.

I left the dishes, nearly ran to her room and had my shoes, pants, and underpants off before she even got to the door. I had grabbed one of her pillows and was sitting at the end of her bed as she had described in her dream. "Like this," I asked as she walked in.

"Oh my gosh," she said, hands over her mouth in mock shock, giggling and blushing simultaneously.

She walked to the bed checking out my now throbbing hard-on and as she approached she removed her robe and threw it to the chair. Stopping she reached up under her gown, and without showing anything, grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor - very uncharacteristic of her.

She propped the pillow at the head of the bed and crawled up to lean on it. Her knees were up the way she was sitting but with her gown covering them and legs together. I couldn't see a thing, but I just waited. This was, after all, her dream.

She slid the gown up off her knees and raising up, slipped it out from under her as well, but all the while her legs were tight together, knees up. I could barely see her face.

I hadn't yet started doing anything and we sat naked from the waist down staring at each other silently; she waiting on me, I waiting on her.

Finally, as if she'd resolved something, she reached down and lifted the gown, slipping it up over her head. She set it on the bed next to her. I followed suit removing my T-shirt.

Again we sat opposite each other, this time naked, waiting for some signal. Yet nothing was said. I just awaited her lead.

Slowly, with her feet together, she began parting her knees, opening them out and down like some erotic flower opening. There was poetry there and a symmetry. The sexual nature of the bond between us was indeed blooming here.

As they spread wide, the full extent of her womanly treasures became visible to me in the glow of the morning sun. Her bushy mound, surrounding the pink and swollen slit below was like the center - the nectar of this beautiful flower.

I stretched my legs until my feet each touched her knees. I just knew I had to be touching her during this.

"Go on," she invited.

I wrapped my right hand around the lower part of my shaft without moving it. I wrapped it on the lower part I suppose because it would show my length better (pride) and because it was the least sensitive part, and I knew I wouldn't take long to cum in this situation. I wanted to last. Luckily, I had already masturbated once this morning before getting up or I might have cum just holding myself and watching her!

As my hand wrapped slowly around my shaft, she licked her middle finger and reached down between her legs. I saw her begin to slowly rotate that finger up under her clit and occasionally dip down inside and slide up some wetness there.

I began to slowly stroke my cock. and we both began a timid smile that broadened as we manipulated ourselves. I couldn't believe what was going on right in front of me. My sister was actually going to get herself off here in plain view and I was going to jack off in front of her! I was getting close already even having cum once today.

I stopped and got up to get her panties off the floor for the inevitable. She stopped to see why but grinned as I brought them back. "I want to cum in these if it's OK with you," I said sheepishly.

She grinned and nodded but I don't think she ever stopped fingering.

Her eyes would close with pleasure and then open again trying to watch me. But as the pleasure built in her, they would stay closed longer and longer. There was no sound but our breathing, the bed movements and a slight sloshing of wetness from between her legs. I stroked and concentrated on the latter.

Soon she was close to an orgasm and I could hear in her moans and utterances of my name. It was a fantasy come alive! My older sister, naked, legs spread across from me, fingering and calling my name. I felt that sweet sensation starting to concentrate in my groin.

Her eyes opened as I groaned heavily forgetting the panties and began to shoot cum up on my stomach and chest.

With that she gave a heaving moan and plunged her fingers deep into herself, then closing her legs tightly on her hand. Eyes closed she bit her lip and sat tensed as the waves of passion traversed through her.

She opened her eyes and began breathing again with a girlish giggle. I was slumped panting across from her still holding myself and I began to giggle myself.

I took the panties and began wiping myself as it ran. She opened her legs, removing her hand, and straightening out her legs, she laid them spread outside of mine.

"Give me something, quick please," she said in some urgency again with her arm out, lifting her legs and leaving them spread once more.

I stopped what I was doing and handed her my underpants, watching what she did with them. She lifted up and wiped her pussy from beneath her leg to what looked like all the way back under her crack. Then she knelt up on one knee looking beneath her.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"Damn, I got my spread wet!" was her answer.

She hopped up still naked of course revealing a small wet patch where she had been sitting. She hurried to her closet and grabbed a hair dryer and plugged it in. Each bend gave me a gorgeous view of her luscious nakedness from a different perspective. Yet she moved as if I weren't there.

Turning it on, she lifted the end of the spread and fanned the dryer back and forth over the spot. Holding it up I could see it was maybe 3 or 4 inches in diameter.

I got up and she said, "Here hold this while I get a towel to put under it."

Brushing our nakedness against one another as I took it from her she hurried off to the bathroom for a towel. I leaned in to smell the scent while she was out. It was heavenly and impossible to describe. All I can say is it smelled of Kathy.

She suddenly walked in as I was bent over the spot smelling it and said, "Michael, what are you doing?"

Shocked at her discovery I fumbled with, "I was... just looking... to see how deep it had soaked." Not bad for a spur of the moment excuse I thought.

"Does it smell," was her concern.

I looked back to see if the comment was to show that she knew what I was doing or whether she wanted an honest answer. "It smells awesome," I heard myself confess.

"Maybe we need to stick it in the washer," she went on.

"No, it's drying here nicely. Doesn't seem to have even soaked completely through," I assured her.

"OK, here I'll do that if you want to get dressed," she said.

I gave her a screwy 'you've got to be kidding look' but handed her the blower. I stood there next to her bending over and noticed my cock hadn't gone down much after smelling her scent. Staring at her rear, I so wanted to bend and smell the real thing, but had enough sense to know that it would almost certainly freak her out.

She glanced back at me just standing there staring at her. She smiled knowingly and shook her head going back to the task at hand. As I just stood there frozen, she finally glanced back once more grinning and then shook her rear a bit, breaking my trance.

We both laughed. She turned off the blower, felt the cloth and gave it a quick sniff. I said, "Here, let me do that for you," and and I did.

She just smiled broadly and shook her head in mock disbelief, unplugging the blower and taking it to her closet to put it away.

"Want to dress me," she asked.

"Yes please" I quickly replied.

She didn't give me a chance to select the lingerie this time but instead handed me a pair of pink satiny panties and a white bra.

I sat on the bed, opened the panties and held them out for her to step into. She leaned on my shoulders and put in one leg then the other. Then she bent down a bit farther and sniffed my chest! We both just chuckled.

I reached both sides of the panties then and pulled them up with her spreading her legs slightly at the last minute to let the gusset pull up in place. As she did I sniffed her there.

"Oh my gosh we're a sick pair aren't we," she laughed.

I looked up at her sort of puzzled and said, "No we're definitely two of a kind who know what we like."

Before she could move back, I leaned forward and, getting up, I kissed her bare nipple surprising her but not shocking her. Then getting behind her I reached out her with her bra for her to stick her arms in. She made no move to take it from me this time, but simply stuck her arms in the straps waiting for me to 'adjust' it. I did as casually as an 18 year old can adjust the bra cups on his 19 year old sister and then fastened the hooks behind her