Um, Both, I Guess Ch. 09

So far:

I fancy my slightly older sister, Jenny. It seems mutual. We have played a clothes swapping game. She wanted to watch me wear more of her clothes and wank while she fingered herself underneath a blanket. Jenny played with my cock and we told each other our fantasies. Mine are about being dominated. Hers was about watching me have sex with another boy - and it made me cum in front of her.

We swapped underpants and met up during lunchtime at school to show and tell. When we got home she asked me to wank for her and gave me a female anatomy lesson. I kissed her arse and watched her wank while I started to tell her about the time I jerked off with a male friend, she watched me cum into her panties at the same time she came while fingering herself. She wiped her cunt juice on my shoulder.

A few days later Jenny wanted to practice fitting a condom to my erect cock. It turned out she actually wanted to jerk me off without getting cum over her hands. She asked if I want to lick her cunt later.

We visited the beach to make plans for our 'weekend of sin' (her actual words), when our parents will be away.

Overview of this chapter:

We continue making our plans on our visit to the beach and Jenny pees her swimming togs while I watch. Later at home she flashes and shaves in the lead up to the weekend alone to keep me wound up. We tried a new thing...

'See, Ian, I like and love you but I don't know if we should be a couple when we leave home. Sometimes I think yes, other times I just want sex. I want to be fucked and all sorts of other stuff, but I don't want someone to blab to the whole school like Phil K. did about Megan. I want my first fuck to be someone who will always be important to me and who respects me. But also someone who will keep it private and let me move on when I want to.'

Phil K. was a senior a year ahead of us and a sports jock who, last year, had boasted about having sex with another senior. She had practically died of embarrassment and dropped out of school while he became a hero to the boys and the figure of scorn to the girls.

Or so the girls said publically, but word was that Phil was getting plenty of action from other girls at school. Another thing I just didn't understand. He already had a proven record for blabbing. Why go with him? (Which I admit was really just another way of saying 'why not me?'

And as for living with my sister as a couple? Wow. She had thought light years ahead of me. It had never crossed my mind to think beyond THE weekend. But Jenny had already considered living with me as a couple?

We had visited flats [shared houses] of older cousins so we knew how it worked. (Hint: Not like Friends on TV). Rapid visions of ways we could conceal our relationship race through my head. Maybe we could take separate rooms and pretend to be kissing cousins? Damn, but what about if our parents visited?

Perhaps we could still take separate rooms and keep the fact we were fucking a secret? No, that would void most of the reasons for being a couple - the being able to hold hands when we wanted and so on. Ah! What if we lived in separate houses and told our flatmates we were boyfriend girlfriend?

I was getting rather ahead of myself. We hadn't fucked yet and we wouldn't leave home for a good while yet. Jenny bought be back to reality as she continued.

'Maybe we will keep having sex and playing games for a while but I bet we will both find someone else. Maybe for them we will be *their* first and they will never understand just how we got to be so good at sex. We are going to fuck but I want it to be special.'

'uh?'

'I don't want a quickie. This is going to be my first fuck. I want it to be with you. We don't have to always be lovers but it makes sense for our first fuck to be with each other. We'll always be close because we are brother and sister.'

Well now, look, I don't want to spoil the story here. So for a change I'm just going to say we talked a lot more at the beach. I just want to tell you about one bit because it was about my favourite kink but we also talked about a lot of stuff - some sexual, some not.

We had just more or less chastely rubbed sunscreen on each other and were laying in the shade of our small beach tent, when Jenny said, out of the blue,

'Ian, tell me more about this thing you have for my pee. Is it the pee or just the fact it comes from my cunt?'

I was instantly alert, rapidly hardening, and hoping her question meant what I thought it did.

'Umm, both I guess. Umm, look it is a bit embarrassing, but I think it has something to do with my wetting.'

I have been brutally honest up till now so I may as well carry on. I think my obsession with pee was because I was a late bed wetter. The mods here are twitchy about age so I won't elaborate too much, even though it was nothing sexual. I had regularly wet the bed 2 or 3 times a week until I was at high school and then it had slowed and slowed again. In the last 2 years I had only wet the bed twice - each a time of great stress. Jenny had been a late bed wetter too but she had stopped well before me.

Jenny smiled encouragingly and gave me a reassuring pat on the arm so I began to elaborate my answer.

'Well, you remember how I used to sleep on top of a towel so it didn't make too much mess? Sometimes I was too embarrassed to admit I'd wet the bed so the following night I'd sneak a fresh towel from the bathroom and try dry out the pee wet towel by hanging it in my room - near a heater in winter or out the window in summer.'

I thought I had been very devious but Jenny deflated me by saying 'Sure, um, Ian, did you know your room often smelled of wee?'

'Oh. Did it?

Oops. Anyhow, at some point I had discovered I liked the smell of the freshly dried pee. It quickly grew rancid but the fresh stuff just clicked with me. One time, soon after I started wanking I needed a cum cloth and I grabbed an almost dry towel I had peed on and was about to take to the laundry. I had one end in one hand ready to catch my cum and the other end in my other hand near my face. I pressed my face into the towel as I approached my climax and breathed the smell in. I loved it.'

Jenny was discretely rubbing her nipples, the way she did whenever she was enjoying a slow arousal but didn't want to cum herself. 'I used to do something a bit like that. I'll tell you in a minute - keep talking.'

I knew I would enjoy hearing that. I was frustrated that it wasn't really possible to get my cock out and jerk off. We'd come to one of the longer beaches and were at a spot with fewer people but there were several people about 20m away in each direction. Too far to hear us because we were talking quietly, but close enough to see anything like that.

I continued, 'There is not much more to say. From then on I associated the smell of pee with sex. Umm, you know I was obsessed with hearing you pee?'

'I think it took me a while to realise but yes, I had noticed you were always lurking in the hallway when I came out of the toilet. In fact, Ian, it was the fact that you were interested that made me start thinking about you in a sexual way this year. At first I thought it was revolting but I was horny. I wanted a boy so badly but I was terrified I wouldn't know what to do.'

'A lot of us girls were wanking -and yes, we did talk about it - but I was practically the only one of my friends with a brother about the same age. That meant I was pretty much the only one who had saw plenty of cock. In my daydreams I started thinking about other boys but gave them your cock. We never did very much in the day dreams - I just didn't have any more than the basic idea that the boy put his cock in my cunt.'

'Even that seemed a bit wrong. I got way more pleasure from rubbing my clit than from putting things up my cunt. Anyhow, yes, I knew you were interested in my pee. I used to make it extra loud by squatting instead of sitting - just so you could hear more.'

'Wow, thanks Jenny. Yeah, I love hearing you pee and, and, well, I always imagined what it would be like to watch', I paused, no point holding back now, 'and, yes, I also have imagined what it would be like to taste your pee.'

Jenny pulled her towel over her lap and slipped a hand underneath. I could tell from the wrist movements that she wasn't having a full on wank, more of a quick fiddle.

'So, Jenny, please don't get mad but when I have snitched your worn panties from the laundry, sometimes I pee on them and pretend it is your pee. I sniff and lick the pee and wank in them.'

Jenny removed her hand and held it up so I could see her fingers were glistening with her cunt juices. 'Nah, I'm not mad. I think it is cool that you are so turned on by me that even imaging your own piss is mine works for you.'

It would have been a bit obvious for me to suck her fingers so I settled for holding her hand in mine as I rubbed off as much of the cunt juice as I could before letting go and licking my hands.

'Anyhow Ian, the reason I asked is that I need to pee. Do you want to watch? No,' she said at the look on my face, 'I am not taking any clothes off. I don't think I could go with someone watching me naked, and anyhow there are too many people about.'

'So what do you mean?'

'I mean I can sit here and try go in my togs and let it drain into the sand. I've done that before. Usually I just go in the sea, but sometimes I dig a small hole in the sand and sit over it. If I put my towel over my lap then even someone next to me may not notice. So would you like me to try that? Oh but without the towel?'

I looked around again. It was still spring and the beach didn't have as many people as it would in a few weeks - surf patrols wouldn't start till the Labour Day weekend. But of course we wouldn't be here then, we had other plans. There was nobody else within about 15 metres. We had the beach tent blocking the view from anyone behind us. In short, nobody would notice.

'Yes please Jenny, I would like that. Umm, is it ok if I use the towel and touch myself a little?'

Jenny nodded and scooped out a few handfuls of sand. Then she wriggled over so she was sitting on her heels with her knees on the sand to each side of the hole. She closed her eyes and seemed to be resting. Nothing happened for about half a minute then she opened her eyes and said to me 'Look and my face until I get started. I'll tell you when to look. Talk about something else to distract me until I get started.'

But before I could do much more than take a breath, Jenny's expression changed and she lifted her bum off the sand a hand's-breadth so a patch of sunlight appeared and illuminated the small hole underneath her.

'Look Ian', she whispered.

I did. The crotch of her togs was a darker purple, wet. He piss was seeping through the fabric and dripping into the hole. Then several dripping lines combined and the piss streamed out, hissing into the hole. With a quick glance to check for observers, I lay down with my head between Jenny's knees.

I was watching my sister piss and she was doing it for my pleasure. I've got off on lots of things but secret voyeurism has never done it for me. I like watching all sorts of things but it has always been important for the subject of my attention to know I am watching and to want me to watch.

Jenny laid a hand on my head. 'Look at me piss Ian. Do you like it? Do you want to touch it?'

I quickly got to my knees and reached a hand out to catch the last few squirts of piss as the flow stopped. Her piss was pale, much paler than the lagers dad sometimes had after work. The piss in my hand was smooth and clear but the piss in the hole - rapidly sinking away - had foam on top, just like the surf at the sea's edge.

Jenny was watching me intently - looking directly into my eyes. 'What are you going to do Ian?'

But I was sure she knew and had known what I would do all along. I lifted my hand to my face and sniffed deeply. It smelt like fresh warm piss but with the important thing being that it was my sister's fresh warm piss. Jenny unconsciously bit her lower lip and ran a finger around her leg hole, not to brush away pubes but to let out a few more drops that splatted into the hole.

Again, she knew exactly what I was going to do. I stuck out my tongue and delicately licked at the piss in my palm. Mostly I tasted salt and something bitter. Piss is my kink. I had long fantasised about drinking a girls piss and here was my chance to drink my sister's piss. I tilted my hand and was able to get almost a mouthful. I held it briefly then ran my tongue over my front teeth so Jenny could see how much I was savouring this.

Then I swallowed. There, I had drunk some of my sister's piss. I sighed loudly and licked my hand clean. 'Thank you Jenny. What can I do for you?'

'You just did it Ian. I really liked seeing you drink my piss. I think we'll have to add this to our weekend schedule.'

Jenny's piss had drained away from the hole by now but I scooped up a handful of damp sand and squeezed. A few more drops trickled out into my other hand and I licked them up.

Over the next hour or two we talked a lot more about what we wanted to do when we were alone. It may sound clinical, but by the end of the bus ride home we had had a pretty detailed discussion. We had plotted out some 'set pieces' and set aside some time for 'unstructured play'. Did I mention our mum is a teacher? Yeah, that was her terminology all over.

The idea was that we had negotiated what we wanted to do in advance. Huh, maybe having educated parents with very liberal views was not such a bad thing. They had given us the tools to plot our sexual awakening.

We had gone over fantasies that were real (as in one or both us wanted to actually try it) and fantasies that were not real (as in the thought was arousing but neither of us wanted to try it). As a teaser: One example of a real, consensus fantasy: We had both expressed huge interest in anal sex.

The Folk Festival weekend was approaching. I'm not going to bore you with all the times Mum said 'Are you sure you'll be ok?' and so on. Jenny had been insistent that we not do anything sexual in the days leading up to 'It'. Having said that, in preparation, Jenny shaved her cunt. This was not something we had discussed.

Never did I, by word or deed, even hint that any aspect of her looks was less than perfect.

I knew she had shaved because it turned out that her idea of 'not doing anything' meant Jenny going hard out to keep me erect by rubbing past me and flashing whenever she could. These were not ordinary flashes. It was always in the mad morning rush as people got dressed and moved from room to room of the house.

To avoid bathroom traffic jams, Jenny showered and got dressed before coming to breakfast while I got showered and dressed after breakfast. Before we had started 'all this' we had sometimes overlapped in the kitchen by few minutes. Now it was a regular thing. We managed it be Jenny being a few minutes early, and me a few minutes late.

Jenny would make sure we were alone, sitting at the kitchen table. Then she'd whisper for me get up and to stand by the sink. The sink was opposite the door so I was facing both Jenny at the table and the door behind her. Then Jenny pulled up her school skirt. Each time she had on very tight girly panties that she had grown out of. Each time she had bunched the gusset between her cunt lips. The first few times she did this little show I saw her pubic hair on either side of the panties as she practically flossed herself.

Don't misunderstand, I have read very exciting stories where a sister flashes her brother. These peeks of Jenny were tremendously enjoyable and they had the intended purpose. I was horny and frustrated. I don't mean to sound like I didn't treasure these moments but, to be honest, my sole reason for living at the moment was the certain knowledge that, in a few short days, my cock would soon be where those panties were vanishing to.

After a few days of this torture, I was about ready to burst. Then, for the Thursday morning flash - with 2 days to go - I realised with a jolt that I couldn't see my sister's pubes anymore. This wasn't her usual tidy bush - Jenny had once called it 'trimming the hedge' - this was a total shave. She was fully bald.

Years later I went to the art museum in Hobart (Tasmania) and saw an exhibition that was plaster casts of hundreds and hundreds of vulvas with short notes from each woman. The female visitors to the museum were more interested than the men I think. You could practically hear each women say to herself 'That one looks like me, so I must be normal'. I did overhear a few disparaging comments too which surprised me.

Anyhow, I realise I have not really described Jenny's labia before, so here goes. Jenny has narrow, almost straight labia, even when aroused. I know there is a lot of variation and obviously I'd never turn down sex based on the look of a woman's vulva, but barely visible labia like hers have been my gold standard ever since.

The effect was that her slit was tight. How to explain? Well, some people have full and prominent and curved mouth lips that show a lot of red, and some people have thin compressed, straight lips that practically don't show. Jenny's cunt lips were thin and hardly showed. There was just the slit between her lips to look at. She had done a good job shaving and I couldn't see any of the nicks or zits that plagued the boys at school who shaved their faces.

Jenny's clitoral hood jutted out at the top of her slit by a small amount. For the first time I understood the references to peaches. It had a few folds but was not wrinkled like a scrotum or most of the other clit hoods I have seen. She was aroused and the tiny bright pink tip of her clit was peeking wetly from under the hood.

Jenny clearly knew the effect that seeing her shaved cunt had had on me. She whispered in my ear, 'I love the feel but it's going to be itchy unless I redo it. Hey, I want you to shave too. We can pretend we are kids learning about our bodies - like The Blue Lagoon.' (You may remember that had formed part of a fantasy I had told my sister about).

Huh. I was learning about our bodies, so pretending would be easy for me. I wanted to shave but I wasn't really sure about the logistics. I had an electric razor to buzz away my barely noticeable facial hair once or twice a week, but I doubted it would cope with my pubic hair.

Clearly my thoughts were visible to Jenny as she said 'Don't worry, I'd really like to do it for you, would you like that?' Vigorous nodding. 'Ok', she said, 'tonight.' Our parents had a shopping mission planned after work. We wouldn't be alone for too long, maybe an hour to hour and a half. Well, I supposed that was long enough to have my sister shave me.

The school day dragged on.

We were both pretty keyed up when we got home from school. I was emboldened and as we closed the door I opened my arms. Jenny opened her arms and stepped forward, embracing me. I closed my hug and we held each other in silence. Soon we were going to lose our virginities to each other - sister and brother. Bizarrely, I wasn't impatient. Nor did Jenny seem to be. I was horny yes, but impatient no. We had calmly decided we were going to fuck.

Then I tried something we hadn't done yet...