Chapter 6
Val became bolder toward his sister as the days fled by in their rush to become summer. Although he still enjoyed a complete sex life with his mother, her working hours left him alone a great deal of the time. Much of this time he was alone with Rena. He detected a slight wariness in her on these occasions, but gradually lessened because he did not repeat his horseplay of that one Saturday. Instead, he was extra polite to her, extra complimentary. In this way, he managed to break down a lot of the resistance in her that had begun to build up over that one day.
But he teased her verbally whenever they were alone. He began to make cracks about her breasts, and kidded her about wearing falsies. This was always successful in Val's mind because she would invariably retort. These retorts gave him sexual information that fed his mind even more with erotic thoughts about his sister. She would deny that she wore falsies, blush, and he would let it drop, having found out what he wanted to know and at the same time let her know that he was aware of her femininity. Of course he didn't rationalize what he was doing in just this way, but that's the way it worked on him.
He began being more free with his person when he was around her and his mother was not home. He would run around the house in just his jockey shorts. He would walk in on his sister at inopportune moments; when she was partially dressed, or in the bathroom. She never locked the door, even after he had come in one time when she was on the pot and another when she was drying after a shower. He would say, "Excuse me," and sheepishly back out, but not before his eager eyes had taken in all of her that he could.
All of these encounters, and more, served to whet Val's appetite for Rena. Sometimes, when he was making love to his mother, he even wished that it were his sister, instead. But his mother continued to satisfy his sexual craving, even though, more and more, lately, she was too tired to have sex with him in the evenings. It was at these times that his desire for his sister became almost too crucial to stand. When he'd be alone with his sister, his freshness increased in direct proportion to the amount of sex he'd had the night before or the lack of it.
On a school holiday, a teachers' conference, he and Rena were alone again, their mother off to work at the bindery. The night before, Val had gone to his mother's room and she had been too sleepy to make love. He had gone back to his own room, frustrated and angry. Rena had been out with friends and came home shortly after that. He heard her puttering around in her room, preparing for bed. Thoughts of her nakedness had become strong enough to get him out of bed. She had left her door partway open and from the darkness of the hall he could see her undressing. He stood there, watching her flit here and there stark naked, and it was all he could do not to leap into her room and ball her by force. But he held back and went to bed, frustrated for the second time in the same evening. The holiday the next morning found him in a testy mood and after his mother went to work, he, still in his pajamas, went into Rena's room where she was yet asleep.
It was a warm morning and Rena had kicked off all her covers. The buttons on her pajama tops were all unfastened except for the center one. Her creamy white breasts peeked out from the nylon fabric as she lay on her back, her legs out straight. Val tiptoed near her bed and tried to control his breathing. He looked down at her, his heart beating out of control, and could see the dark thatch between her legs. His organ rose in his pajamas and, stiffened, poked its head out at the top of the fly.
Val didn't know what to do next. For the moment he was satisfied just to stand there and entertain erotic thoughts about Rena. His eyes swept over her body. They were able to see most of her in the position she lay in and the way the nylon pajamas clung to her skin. He moved closer, wanting to touch one of her breasts, start something. He summoned up his courage, gulped for air, and reached out his hand.
Rena stirred in her sleep and Val pulled back his hand as though he had touched a hot stove. A second later he was angry with himself for weakening. Don't be a chicken, he told himself. But he was afraid she'd wake up before he had done anything and he would look pretty stupid just standing there over her with a hard on. He didn't want that. He mustn't look dumb to her, no matter what. He reached out his hand, then realized that he would have to lean over too far to reach her breast, an awkward position. So, because she was in the middle of the bed, he sat quietly on the edge of it.
To his surprise, Rena didn't wake up when his weight sagged the bed where he sat down. He told himself that if she woke up he would pretend that he had just come in to awaken her. His back was toward her in a three-quarter view and she wouldn't be able to see his lap where his cock was standing stiff and at an angle like an aimed Nike missile. When he had control of his breathing, he reached once more for her breast.
His hand touched it lightly and his penis shot to attention from the surge of delight the contact gave him. He cupped his hand and enclosed the whole breast in it. He wanted to kiss it, put the nipple in his mouth and suck it to a hardness. But he knew that this act was a long way off. He hoped that Rena would feel his hand on her breast and then pretend she was asleep and let him continue. He watched her face to be sure that he wouldn't miss any change in her expression. He stroked her breast, then, with two fingers, rubbed over the dormant nipples. It was when he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger that she woke up.
Her eyes opened first. They fluttered and blinked. Val's hand pulled away from her breast. Rena looked at him, puzzled. He smiled at her. She didn't smile back. She rubbed her eyes and half sat up. She looked at her breasts tumbling out of her pajama tops and hastily pulled the two sides together. She began to glare at Val.
"What's going on?" she asked, still partly asleep.
"Good morning," he said, his erection subsiding. He decided to brazen it out if she would let him.
"Good morning, my foot. What're you doing in here?"
"Wanna wrassle?" He grinned at her. She knew what he was getting at then.
"Where's Mom?" she asked, almost incongruously.
"At work. No school today, remember?" He shot her a leer.
"Oh, yeah. Well, you're not going to start that jazz again, are you?"
"What jazz?" he asked innocently.
"You know," she pouted.
"Nope. Tell me." He was enjoying himself, she could see. She decided not to play his word game just then. She knew that he did it to get her to say things she didn't want to say. It always infuriated her afterward.
"Get lost, Val."
"Aw, come on, Sis, let me stay. I won't bother you. Honest." He looked like a lost little boy, his lower lip pooched out, his eyes drooping like a basset hound's. Rena almost laughed at him, but her mind was racing with thoughts. The house was so quiet. They were alone and both of them were in their pajamas. In her room. Alone. On her bed. The implications were beginning to seep into her mind as her sleepiness went away. She had to admit that there was some undercurrent of excitement in the air, but she was also determined to be careful.
"Well?" she said, finally, looking at Val with her eyebrows raised in twin question marks.
"Let's start all over," he said. "Good morning."
"Yeah, well, good morning." She tried to hold back a grin.
"Okay. I came in here to wake you..." he began.
"But you thought you'd mess around instead," she put in.
Val flushed. "Well, only a little...."
Rena looked down at her breasts and began buttoning her pajamas.
Val felt a tug at his penis. "Did it feel good?" he asked, after a moment.
"What?"
"You know."
Rena flushed. "Maybe," she said.
The tug at Val's organ again. "You've got nice breasts," he said.
"Cut it out, Val. Let's talk about something else."
"Why?"
"You know. I mean you shouldn't be talking about things like that with me."
"Who says."
"I say," she said.
"Okay, boss." He winked at her and she smiled at him.
"Wanna see something?" Val asked, his voice like a croak.
"I don't know. What?" She was suspicious.
"I can't tell you. But I can show you."
"It had better not be anything dirty, Val."
"Oh, don't worry," he laughed. "It's clean."
But she didn't like the way he said it. She gave him a suspicious look.
Val turned then, on the bed, until his lap was visible. His erection had subsided so that his penis was no longer poking through his pajamas, but the fly was still open and Rena could not help but see the dark pubic hairs and patches of flesh. Before Rena could protest or look away, Val reached in and pulled out his prick which was still solid enough to look formidable.
"Is that your idea of fun, Val?" Rena asked coolly, not the least bit upset as he thought she would be.
"I just thought you might like a look," he said weakly, the wind taken out of his sails by her composure.
"What do you call it?" she asked, a trace of cruelty in her voice. Val gulped.
"Well?" she snickered.
"It's a penis," he said huskily, not knowing what to say at all. He felt dumb.
"Yeah? It looks like a prick, only smaller," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Val laughed.
"It's not very big, Val," she added, dryly.
"It's big enough," he pouted. "Touch it and it'll get bigger."
He was serious now and Rena caught his tone. She looked down at his rapidly diminishing organ for it was weakening, fascinated by it at close range. It didn't shock her the way she thought it would. She was, in fact, slightly awed by Val's penis, primarily because she felt, at times, the lack of one herself. But more than anything, Rena was curious. She knew the importance, by now, of the male organ and this glimpse of Val's afforded her a bird's eye view of the number one topic among the girls in her sex education class at school.
"Well, Rena. Come on and touch it. Are you chicken?"
"No. I just don't know if I want to touch that awful-looking thing or not."
"Chicken!"
But Rena wanted to touch it. She knew that she had a shining opportunity and, for some reason she couldn't explain, she wasn't afraid. After all, she told herself, Val was only her brother. It wasn't like if it was another boy her own age, or anything. By now, Val's organ had lost almost all of its tumescence and had shrunk to a little knob of flesh. Rena was surprised to notice that it was slightly darker in color than the rest of his skin. She was immensely curious to see if she could make it grow. She tried to remember what she had learned about the male organ, what exactly made it big enough and hard enough to insert into the woman's vagina.
So, hesitantly at first, she put out her hand to touch Val's penis. He almost smirked when he saw her move her hand. But he, too, was a little afraid. Although this was what he had wanted, when it got down to the nitty gritty, he wasn't at all that sure of himself anymore. There was a certain fear, too, that she might cause him some harm. He instinctively winced as her hand came near. But he didn't say anything.
The room was very quiet. The closer Rena brought her hand to Val's crotch, the slower she went. For she, too, had some temerity at what she was about to do. It was an awesome moment for both of them. Val wanted to say something to encourage her but was afraid his words might have the opposite effect. So he kept silent. They both watched her hand move toward his limp cock. Finally, Rena touched it. Then her hand drew back with a jerk.
"What's the matter? Lose your nerve?" Val was disappointed.
"No. It-it just feels funny, that's all," Rena said honestly.
"You have to do more than touch it."
She reached her hand out again. This time it moved more quickly and she took the small glob of flesh in her palm. A tingle shot through Val. He scooted closer to her.
"See. It won't bite you," he husked, delighted that she had come this far.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" she asked, her tone almost reverent.
"Well, play with it or something," he croaked.
Feeling extremely self-conscious, Rena began to tumble the mass of flesh in her hand. She giggled once or twice out of nervousness, but Val looked at her seriously. He concentrated on her breasts which had tumbled back into view because she was no longer tending them and soon some tumescence began to occur.
"Hey," said Rena, "it is getting hard!"
"You bet it is," said Val, suddenly proud.
Rena's manipulations were without any design. She just worked the hardening mass around in the palm of her hand and saw it stiffen much to her amazement. But she was torturing Val. He finally took her hand and placed it around the length of his penis in a spear-grip and showed her how to work it up and down.
"That's the way you do it," he said.
"Oh." Fascinated more than ever, Rena jacked his cock up and down, feeling the surge of blood in the organ. "Wow, it really is getting bigger," she said.
"Damn right it is. Don't stop, hey?"
She continued to masturbate her brother until they both became very excited, though not equally. Rena was still absorbed with his organ in a more or less clinical sense, while Val was aching for completion. The slowness of her awkward movements made him very uneasy. He watched her hand and then his eyes would drift over to her breasts and then down to her lap where he could barely make out the darkness of her patch. He wanted, just then, to fuck his sister so badly he could hardly stand it.
"My hand's getting tired," Rena said finally. "Is that it?"
"No, Rena, that's not it. Don't you want to see what it will do? Don't you want to go farther?"
She took her hand off his organ. "What do you mean?" She was on her guard.
"I mean, that's not all there is to it."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned that's all there is to it. You've shown me what a big man you are. No, that's enough."
He was afraid that she would send him out of the room, unsatisfied. "Aw, come on, Rena, be a sport. Do it some more. Make me come."
"Unh, unh," she said. "Do it yourself." She knew now what he meant. The thought of it somewhat frightened her. It was an unknown that she was not willing to explore just then. It was something that was still a little awesome to her.
"Please," he said, his voice low and serious. "It-it would mean a lot to me." He looked at her with deep pleading in his eyes.
Rena hesitated, weighing his words. She could tell that it meant a lot to Val. He was not a wise kid, now, but someone, her brother, pleading for her to help him. His tone was urgent and it affected her more than she cared to admit. She gave him a long look, uncertain whether or not to make another concession. She had gone so far already.
"Please," he said again, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his cock.
This decided her and she slowly put her hand around the swollen organ again. It gave her a strange feeling. She could almost feel its strength seeping through to the palm of her hand. But she was still not sure of what he wanted her to do. She jacked it a couple of times and looked up at him questioningly.
"Like this?" she said, her voice far away in the silence of the room.
"Faster," he husked.
She moved her hand up and down the full length of his cock, faster and faster, now knowing what he wanted.
"Squeeze it a little harder," he pleaded.
Her hand tightened its grip. She pumped faster, her eyes glued to the purple bullet head of his shaft. He reached over and put his hand on her breast. She didn't move away. He caressed it while she jacked him. The nipple got hard and she squirmed closer to him to get a better grip on his manhood.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," she said curtly, somewhat angry at herself because his hand did feel good. She could feel something stirring within herself. Something in her vagina began to heat up and she thought she could feel a trickling of fluid.
Val wanted to help his sister jack him off because, although she was going much faster than she had been, it was not fast enough to bring him to orgasm. He knew she must be tiring but thought that if he concentrated he would soon get his rocks off. Rubbing her breast helped and in a few moments he felt the weakness in his bones that signified he was about to spill his seed.
Rena noticed the change in her brother. His body seemed to go slack. His eyelids drooped. She felt it too, and increased her speed as if by some long-forgotten instinct. Val felt his sperm boil and began moving his cock in and out of her hand in the motion of coitus. Rena knew that he was close to orgasm and she bent over to get better leverage on his throbbing mast.
"Oh, God, that's it, Rena," he blurted. "I'm coming."
And then his sperm shot out of the hole in all directions. Rena felt some of it fly to her face. It struck her like warm milk and she gasped to see it spurt out of the head of his cock. Some of it hit her breasts and some fell on her pajamas, to cling stickily to her flesh underneath. The subsiding spurts covered her fingers and she was fascinated by its appearance. She knew that this represented textillions of fertile seeds that could impregnate a woman just bv virtue of sheer numbers.
"Wow, out of sight!" she said. "You did it."
"No," Val gasped, "you did it. And wow is right!"
Rena was fairly struck with awe over this miracle. She wiped the drying sperm off of her face and began to mop it up off her body and her hands. She had been surprised at the strength of the sperm shooting out of his cock and at the abundance of it. Now she didn't know what to do. She felt as if she had watched a forbidden thing, something that few people had ever witnessed.
"Man, too much," she said, still numb with the mystery of it.
Val laughed nervously.
"How did it feel?" she asked him.
"Great. But you can't explain it. It's the best feeling in the world."
"Has anyone ever done this to you before?" she asked suspiciously.
"No," he lied, hoping she'd believe him. "But you have, haven't you?" she insisted. "Well, uh, yes, a couple of times. Just to experiment," he added lamely. "Yeah, I'll bet."
"What about you. How did you feel."
"Oh, not much. I-it was interesting. Now you'd better go," she said. "Go?"
"Well, that's it, isn't it?" She moved away from him slightly.
Damn her, he thought. This was some kind of rejection. In a few minutes, he knew, he could be hot again. He didn't want to give up this intimacy that they had. He wanted to go all the way with her. But, damn, she was such a square.
"Wait a few minutes," he said. "Don't you want to feel that way yourself?"
"No. Not with you. Don't be crazy, Val."
"Don't give me that crap. You wouldn't mind getting fucked, would you?"
"Don't talk to me that way. I'm your sister, you dummy!"
"So?"
"So, it's not decent." She paused. "Besides you know what could happen."
"What could happen?"
"I could get pregnant. Mom might find out. It's dumb, that's all." But her breathing was coming hard. He knew she was thinking about it. Thinking about it hard. He pressed on.
"I wouldn't get you pregnant, Rena. I'd pull it out first. Come on, let me try. You'll like it, really."
"No, I said."
"It's the best thing in the world," he insisted.
"Have you ever done it?" she asked.
"I wouldn't tell you if I had."
"Then how do you know it's any good? I bet you've screwed somebody. Who?"
Val paled. He couldn't answer that. He might make up a lie though. Instead, he decided to act worldly without committing himself. "Don't take my word for it, Rena. But try it. I'll be careful, honest."
"No, dammit!"
"Then at least let me do the same thing to you that you did to me."
"What?"
"I can make you come without fucking you."
Rena felt the flood rush to her face. A twinge shot through her vagina.
"I don't think that would be good," she said lamely.
"Come on, be fair. You did it to me. I'll do it to you."
"I don't know." She seemed to be weakening. "Try it at least once. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
She gave a big sigh and looked at Val. He appeared so serious.
"What would you do?" she asked weakly.
"Lie down," he said. "Don't say anything. Just lie down on your back."
"I don't know, Val. What if somebody came by? What if Mom walked in right now?"
"Nobody will. She's at work. Come on."
He pushed her gently back so that she had to lie down. He moved over to lie beside her. She was breathing very fast; her breasts rose and fell rapidly.
"There. Now relax. You'll like it once I start," he said.
His hand went to her tummy and began rubbing it. She was very tense. Then he slipped it down inside of her pajama bottoms, slowly. He touched her mat of hair and rubbed his hand over her pussy lips. His finger found the slit and moved up and down it lightly. Then, he pried the portals open slightly and felt the wetness of her sex cleft. She sighed when his hand touched her on the inner folds.
"Oh, Val," she sighed, closing her eyes. She thought she would faint, it felt so good.