Um, Both, I Guess Ch. 11

I stood up and stood beside the table. Jenny pushed back her chair and did the same and moved toward me. I could see her nipples were hard, though it might have been cold as much as lust. She opened her arms and I stepped in close, wrapping my arms around her as she hugged me. I tilted my head and brought my lips to hers. Our eyes met. Jenny's gaze was steady - or at least as steady as mine. I was drunk with lust, my heart was pounding, and my hands were trembling.

We kissed. Long and deep. Tongues writhing, my hands squeezing her into me so her breasts pressed on my chest. We broke apart and both gasped. Jenny's look said she was definitely horny but she wasn't trembling. She noticed my shaking and looked - I guess impressed is almost the right word.

'Golly Ian, you are shaking. Is that all for me?'

I forced a chuckle. I had done it! Jenny wanted me for a lover not just someone to fuck. And that meant I could probably talk her into just about anything.

'No, Jenny, that', I motioned with my eyes downwards, 'is all for you. If you want it.'

Yes, I actually said that. Lame and cheesy, straight from the letters page of Penthouse. I'm sorry. I was a teenager, what can I say?

'I do Ian. I do want my brother's cock. Soon.'

She opened the freezer and took out the gin. Still without speaking, she took down two glasses and poured what I now judge to be about a triple. We had already discussed that we didn't feel like neat gin so she mixed it with a little lemonade in the coffee plunger and added ice cubes and a splash of bitters to make a sort of pink gin because we felt this was sophisticated.

We were just taking our first sip when there was the beep of a car horn and the pizza and fries had arrived. We tried to act normal as I opened the door and paid. A minute after the delivery car had gone we were at the kitchen table cramming the food in and sipping the pink gin. We laughed as we realised we had had a narrow escape - imagine if we'd been in the bath, or, as I put it, 'what if I had been in you?'

We said almost nothing while we ate and half listened to the TV in the sitting room. We finished eating at the same time and looked at each other. It was a mild evening and the heating timer had kicked in a while ago to make the house really quite pleasant.

We finished our unwisely strong pink gins. Or perhaps it had ben wise to make them strong because we needed to loosen our inhibitions - though I reflected that we hadn't really exhibited any inhibitions so far.

Jenny was the first to speak, 'Come on, I was serious about that bath.' She reached out a hand and pulled me off the couch and then tugged me down the hallway to the bathroom.

We pulled each other's clothes off, the dressing up in panties and lingerie forgotten for now. Jenny wordlessly took our dressing gowns [bath robes for you foreigners] from the hooks in the bathroom and passed mine to me.

As she loosely belted hers around her waist I found it just as sexy to only see half her tits and a quick flash of cunt hair as it had been to stand next to her naked body a few seconds before. Jenny took my hand and led me back towards the kitchen. My throat was constricted with tension and as I started to clear my throat to speak, Jenny put her finger across my lips.

Jenny stood up and undid the belt of her dressing gown so it fell open. Weird. Seeing her effectively naked - I could see her tits and cunt hair - but still technically wearing something, was maybe more arousing than seeing her fully naked. I can't explain it.

'OK then, just as a warm up, umm well, I've touched you, Ian. Umm do you want to touch me?'

'Yes, please.'

'Do you promise to do what I say and be gentle?'

'Jenny, of course I'll be gentle. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you. I love you.'

Jenny smiled and ran her right forefinger between her labia from rear to front.

'I know Ian, and I love you too. But you have to admit that touching is a bit more intimate for a girl. Boys like rough handling - at least you do. I want you to touch me. But just understand it is also a bit scary for me. I'll lie on my bed, we can save the big bed for the real thing.'

Funny that we both thought only vaginal penetration counted as 'the real thing' and all the other things we had done and talked about were 2nd class.

We went to her room. It felt like we'd done this a hundred times but I was still entranced by the tuft of pubes and by her small firm tits. Jenny shrugged off the dressing gown and lay back on her bed, head on the pillow. She motioned with her eyes and chin for me to stand at the end of the bed. I quickly moved into place and she pointed her toes, lifted her heels and slid her feet up the bed - making her knees stick up. She spread her knees while keeping her heels together, and placed a hand on each thigh and rubbed upwards towards - but not touching her cunt. She repeated the rubbing, opening and closing her knees and lifting her arse off the bed a little each time.

Here was my sister, naked, and asking me to masturbate her. To be honest her forwardness was daunting. I'd thought about touching her but I'd always imagined a slow build up. Ahh, but of course! Why not ask for the slow build up?

'Jenny, can I undress you too?'

'What? But I'm naked now.'

'Yeah, but could you, like, put your school clothes on, and then I could undress you.'

Jenny thought a moment, processing this.

'OK, that would be cool. But, are you sure you want me to wear my uniform? I have some nice dresses.

'I know but, please, Jenny, I always think you look sexiest in your uniform.'

'Alright. Do you want to help me get dressed?'

'No, I really like the idea of discovering what panties and bra you have on.'

Jenny walked over to her drawers and opened the one with her panties.

'Hmm, ok. Well you better turn around then.'

I did, erection swaying as I did. I listened to the rustle of clothes against skin and pictured each step. I know, I know. It seems totally the wrong way round but I was really enjoying the mental picture of my sister getting dressed behind me. Yes, she was naked and I knew she'd like it if I was looking at her naked. Instead I had chosen to look away while she put clothes on.

I listened hard and heard her lift one leg then the other - stepping into her panties I guessed. This was confirmed as she softly said 'You'll like these ones - on me, off me, and on you later.' I heard her pull up the small zip on her school dress and heard her hands smooth down the wrinkles.

'Ready.'

I turned. Jenny stood there with her legs apart and arms down, slightly out with fingers spread wide in a gesture of readiness. I looked her up and down. She had even put on her socks with the fake lace at the top.

Jenny was getting into the spirit of it all and gave a pirouette, making the edge of the dress flare a little. She faced me again.

'What do you want me to do, Ian?'

'Just stand there and let me take off your clothes. Tell me what feels good.'

'Should I close my eyes?'

'Only if you want to.'

I stepped close and knelt in front of her. I ran both hands over her left calf, rocking my pelvis as I did. I repeated this with the right, then I ran my hands up her right leg to the bottom edge of her dress, just below her knees.

Warm air seemed to be pouring down over my hands as I took them away. Jenny rocked a little on her feet but was otherwise still. I shuffled even closer and this time I flattened my hands and, without touching her legs, I stretched up under her dress to her hips. I hooked a finger in each side under the waistband of her panties and moved my finger back a little - no more than the width of a hand - and then slowly bought if forward by the same amount.

Jenny was definitely enjoying this and she was making little thrusts with her eyes closed.

'Take them off, Ian', she murmured.

'Not yet.'

I didn't know what panties she was wearing but I would soon find out, take them off and then touch her. I wasn't sure what I'd be allowed to do (umm not exactly in control I guess, but you know what I mean).

I placed my left hand flat and firmly to the front of her left hip, and stood up. This of course meant her skirt was partly lifted and I could see her panties. Lime green, brief style and quite plainly a size too small so that her pubic hairs were mashed flat instead of forming a low bulge as happened with other pairs of her panties.

No big deal to see her panties, given all we had already done, you might say. But it was a big deal because, for the first time in our antics, I was in control.

Keeping my left hand where it was I turned my right hand up and lightly placed my finger tips on the outside of the green panties, just over her vulva. Jenny slowly rubbed herself forward onto the fingers and I began to rub back and forth. I did this silently for about 2 minutes until I could feel the dampness under my fingers. Then, I began to rub a little harder and higher - aiming for her clit.

Jenny wrapped her arms around my shoulders and nuzzled into my neck. The patch under my fingers was beyond damp and was definitely wet. 'Take them off', she said again.

I stood up, took her shoulders and pushed them gently - so she took a step back until the back of her knees brushed against the edge of her bed. She sat down again on the bed, and lay down. She was in exactly the same position, knees up, as a few moments ago but now fully clothed.

I knelt beside her bed and started doing the same slow build up I'd done when she was standing up.

'No, Ian, take them off and touch me properly. I want you to touch me. Now.'

I could take a hint so I pushed my hands up on each side of her hips and started to roll her panties down, the way she had let me watch several times.

Jenny had to lift her hips to let me get them off. When I had them off I found I really liked the idea that she was visibly dressed on the outside but aroused and without panties underneath.

'I want you to go to school like this Jenny, no panties.'

Jenny briefly opened her eyes, 'Oh, Ian, I have already done it lots of times. How about next week, I wear them to school but think sexy things all morning to get them wet and take them off and give them to you. Then you can put them on and wear them all afternoon?' Then she closed her eyes again.

'You can kiss me there now. Then we'll see what happens. Come on.'

'Jenny, what do I do?'

Jenny didn't precisely know either but she had a reasonable idea.

'Well, I don't know exactly. Start by kissing and then try some little licks. I'll let you know.'

Jenny was ready. We could both smell that. I knelt before her. She started to say something and I was sure it was going to be checking if I wanted to do this. I did; so I just whispered 'Shhhh' and leaned forward to kiss her thighs. She shuddered and placed her hands on her things close to her knees and made like she was spreading her legs even further apart.

I lifted her dress up and kissed her navel and then began a downwards line of kisses until I could feel the top of her slit with the edge of my lips. Then I began a zig-zag line downwards - landing kisses on the outer side of left and right labia. When I reached the bottom of her slit I did the same in reverse.

All the while Jenny was resting her hands in my hair, stroking me. I could feel her whole body tense with each kiss. I felt I had never been so hard before. I was beginning to agree with the Penthouse letters that said that a good tonguing could be more intimate (and longer lasting) than penetrative sex.

I was worried about premature ejaculation so being able to satisfy a woman, before getting my cock anywhere near her, seemed a valuable skill. I pursed my lips and breathed on her clit.

Jenny put her hands behind my head and gently but firmly pushed my head down to her cunt. I breathed in the smell of my sister's cunt. I couldn't see what I was doing but I kissed gently. I felt her pubes on my lips and firm smooth skin underneath.

She pushed my head a little lower and I kissed again. This time I felt her cunt lips pressing across the middle of my lips and right in the middle was a small fold of skin. I stuck the tip of my tongue out and touched it gently.

I was rewarded with a happy sigh from Jenny so I did it again.

My sister was plainly liking where this was going and she pushed my head more firmly and began to rub the back of my head. I had the hang of it and began to rub and lap with my tongue. A few seconds later my tongue slipped and went further downwards. Wow, Jenny was totally soaking.

I got my tongue back in the groove, so to speak. (Over the next few months Jenny later used to hum that when mum or dad were around as a signal to me that she wanted a quick tonguing from me under the guise of homework studying together). Hmm, turns out describing an actual sex act is a lot harder than describing the build-up.

Well, I licked. Under Jenny's instructions, I used my hands to spread her cunt lips wide. I pulled my head back to get a quick fix on her clit and then rubbed it rapidly back and forth with the tip of my tongue. All the while I was lapping up the juice.

'Oh Ian, this is really good for me. Are you ok? Is it good?'

In answer I grunted and gave an especially long slurp from cunt hole to clit. Jenny must have been close to cumming and was clamping my head with her thighs. Then she reached down and felt about for my left hand. She pushed my hand down and behind towards her arsehole. Her anus was slick with her cunt juice and she took my forefinger and placed at the entrance to her anus before letting go of my hand.

For a millisecond I worried about poo but, just as quickly, I reminded myself that I was hoping my sister would piss in my mouth so it seemed stupid to worry about poo on my fingers. Besides, I knew from my own finger and hairbrush playing with my own arse that it was going to be clean anyhow.

I didn't need to be told any clearer than her putting my hand there, so I pushed my finger up my sister's arse.As I did so Jenny lifted her hips and I thought for a moment she was trying to get away from my finger so I was about to pull it back out. But then she lowered herself firmly onto my finger driving it all the way up her arse.

With her other hand she was stroking my head and chattering nonsense. All 'Oh Ian', 'Yes', 'That is sooo good' kind of thing but also she said 'More fingers'. So I did. I pushed a second finger up her arse and continued with the focus on her clit.

Two fingers up my sister's arse. This boded quite well for me to get my cock up there later. As if she had heard me, Jenny said 'I want my brother to fuck my arse. My brother to...'

Then she came. Convulsively, with 3 or 4 big heaves of her body, her arsehole clenching and squeezing out my fingers. I gave one more lick but she shuddered as if being tickled and pulled my head away and half dragged me up face to face. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth and writhing it about.

When she pulled away, she left her hands on my shoulders and looked at me directly.

'Mmmm is that what I taste like? Did you really like it?'

I just nodded, and then chastely kissed Jenny full on the lips, 'What do you want to do now?' I whispered to her.

Jenny reached for the towel and wiped between her legs, closed her eyes, and sighed.

'Ahh I needed that. I'll be ready again soon.'

Without speaking Jenny roused herself to sit cross legged. I could see a dark triangle where her thighs met and this partial concealment was almost as big a turn on has actually having my tongue there.

'Did you really mean what you said about wanting to drink my piss and be my slave?'

Ah. Well no point denying it now. My cock was in agony. My sister had let me watch her piss.

'Yes, Jenny. Remember how I told you I want to be humiliated? I want to be pissed on by women and the woman I have always most wanted to piss on me is you. I want you to piss on my cock and in my mouth.'

Jenny had one hand on her lap idly stroking her cunt. I was sitting opposite with a huge erection. Jenny didn't even seem surprised.

'In your mouth?' she said, leaning forward. I nodded. 'Hmm ok - next time I need to pee. But you will have to do some things for me'.

'Name it. I have no limits for you. I love you.'

She snorted. 'Sure you say that now. I already told you my thing. Do you really think you can do that?'

'Bum fuck? You want me to bum fuck you? Jenny, I thought I made it obvious that I totally lover your arse and the thought of getting my cock there is, well, really hot.'

She looked a little anxious. 'Yeah, but there is another bit. OK, here goes, for some reason I really want you to cum up my arse.' She looked at me, clearly expecting a reaction but I didn't know what to say so I nodded again.

Jenny tried again. 'Ian, I have this filthy fantasy where you cum up my arse. You know, squirt cum in my arse and then I squeeze it out.' I still wasn't getting whatever it was she was telling me. 'Ian, I want you to fuck my arse and cum but I don't want you to wear a condom. I want cum in my arse.'

I tried for nonchalant: 'Well Jenny, I hadn't actually considered the details before but that sounds about right to me. Arse, cock, cum.'

'Ian, you know, aren't you bothered that if you don't have a condom you might get umm you might get dirty?' Now I got it. Jenny wanted cum up her arse but was worried I would not want to get shit on my cock. I didn't even need to pause a second to answer this one, I knew the answer.

'But Jenny, you must play with your arse, right?'

She nodded.

'And you stick things like a hairbrush handle up, right?'

Another nod.

'Does it ever come out covered in shit?'

'No.'

'See, I worked that out ages ago. You are a morning crap person, so your bum is only full of crap in the morning. And that means I could fuck you know and I won't get dirty. If you are worried then we clean our bums in that bath you mentioned. Besides, I just had two fingers up your arse. Remember?'

She nodded.

'Well, I didn't get poo on my fingers. And, you know what? Well, I don't think it would have bothered me even if I did because I really liked putting fingers up your bum and I really, really would love to cum up your arse.'