Chapter 6
Kenneth Martin gasped and stared unabashedly at the breathtaking and certainly unexpected display of his beautiful sister's writhing body, with her panties rumpled down her ankles and only her bra covering her, her thighs hugely sprawled, her face twisted to one side away from him and her right hand pressed against the hairy triangle of her pussy. He hadn't ever seen her naked before, and of course he had no way of knowing that just a few minutes ago she had watched him fuck Dody Brandon and that, to be exact, was why she was frigging herself to kingdom come.
He was utterly flabbergasted at what he had just seen, and he tiptoed away from the door and hurried back to his room. His cock, which had been hard for new action when he had said goodbye to Dody so reluctantly, was harder than ever now. He had always known that his sister Dorothy was really a stuck-up snotnose who thought a lot of herself and who was pretty good looking, but he'd never dreamed that she could have such a gorgeous shape. And the sight of her burned into his brain. That luscious, smooth white skin of her belly and thighs made him close his eyes and wish that he were back in bed with Dody right this minute.
He just had to have relief. For a moment, he even feverishly considered the possibility of going back to Dorothy's room and breaking in on her and telling her that he had seen what she had done and that if she was going to waste all that hot loving, she might as well waste it on him, but he thought better of it. There was no telling what Dorothy might tell Mom or Dad, and they might think he was some sort of creep, or pervert, and have him sent to a headshrinker or something like that. No, he'd better not try to shag Sis. But he wouldn't forget what she was made of, and maybe one day, just maybe, things would work out so that he could really feel her up and find out what made her tick. For all he knew, she never had any boyfriends to neck with or anything like that, so it was pretty plain to him that this was her way of getting her kicks and cooling off her hots.
All the same, this line of reasoning didn't do anything to alleviate the throbbing agony in his stiff young cock. He bit his lips, then drew down his zipper and pulled his cock out and began to jack himself off slowly. He made a ring of his right thumb and forefinger and began to rim the surging, turgid shaft, starting at the very tip and gliding his circled fingers down to the scrotum and back again, while he kept his eyes closed and remembered-not Dody, whom he had fucked, but Dorothy, his own sister whom he had seen for the first time in all her enticing, prickhardening beauty.
His body shuddered, and his forehead was furrowed with the intensity of his welling-up feelings as he accelerated his frigging movement. And then suddenly he clapped his left hand over his mouth to hold back the shout of agonized delight which burst from him as the lips of his meatus clenched violently and yawned apart to emit the spattering white, viscous fluid of his young lust.
When it was done, he fumbled for his handkerchief and mopped his limp cock, drawing a long, shuddering breath and blinking his eyes. Boy, what he wouldn't give to have Dody back right now all bare and naked on the bed, wrapping her legs around him and holding him tight till he could feel her titties mash against his chest and her pert little tongue going two-forty inside his mouth while he precsed his tool back and forth inside that moist warm box of hers!
But then the folks would be back pretty soon and they would be going on that trip, and he wouldn't be able to see Dody until they came back. The trip had been scheduled for a month, and Dad had told Dorothy and him, just before he and Mom had left to go see Aunt Alma in Muskegon that if they weren't held up too much with the funeral and then looking after Aunt Alma to make sure that everything was going to be all right for her, they'd still go just as planned. Well, it was the last week of June now, so that would mean he wouldn't get back until around the first week of August to have any more dates with Dody. And by then she probably would have found a couple of other fellows to screw with. It was a darn shame, it was, Kenneth Martin told himself disgustedly. Because being along with the folks even on a month-long-trip to California was going to mean that he wouldn't even dare to jack-off the way he'd just done, because they and Sis would all be keeping an eagle eye on him.
He decided to take a nap before supper, because he suddenly felt tired. It wasn't any wonder, considering the riotuous experiences he had had this afternoon. First, proving he was really a man inside of Dody's tight hot quim, and then watching Sis frig herself till she gave it down, and now jacking off until he felt as if every drop of spunk had been drained out of his system and there wouldn't be any more. But of course there would be, and the worst part of it would bo when he'd have to go along on that, trip and mind his P's and Q's. Disgruntled, he walked slowly to the bathroom.
When Dorothy Martin came to after her furious autoerotic appeasement, she languidly got out of bed, stooped to retrieve her panties which she had kicked off to the floor in the final throes of her spasm, then began to walk to the bathroom. But she happened to glance back at the door, and her jaw dropped. It was slightly ajar. She was sure that she had closed it. Now what could that mean? Was it possible that Kenny had tried to find out if she had come home yet and had--? Oh no, it couldn't be, it mustn't be! She'd just die of shame if he had really seen her and what she had been doing there on the bed.
Her heart began to beat very wildly. Of course she didn't dare hint around to find out if Kenny had seen anything or not. She would just have to think and hope that perhaps she just hadn't closed the door tightly enough and it had just opened of its own accord. Yes, that must have been it. Kenny would have bee too busy seeing Dody out of the house and then tidying up his bed and himself to avert any suspicion, and he wouldn't have had time to sneak in and spy on her. But oh Lordy, what if he really had? What if he'd got nervous all of a sudden and thought that maybe she had come home ahead of schedule and found out about him and Dody? Then he might have gone looking for her, and of course if he'd done that, he couldn't have helped seeing her the way she had been in bed. Her soft white cheeks turned a vivid crimson at the thought.
She bit her small ripe red lips, and slowly slipped her right hand down to her stickied mount. Her blush deepened, and she closed her eyes and shivered as the image of her brother on top of Dody returned all the more vividly. She didn't know what she would do if Kenny had really seen her playing with herself. Maybe he'd try to blackmail her or something. He was just nasty enough to think up a stunt like that. But of course there wasn't any way of finding out unless she really went up and asked him, and she'd die of shame before she'd do anything like that. No, she would just have to wait and see what developed, watch how he behaved towards her, and then think up a good story in case maybe he hadn't been able to understand what had been going on there on the bed. She had to play it cool.
And thus both brother and sister had learned each other's guilty secret on the same fateful afternoon. And what they had learned and seen was to stand them in ideal stead for the most dramatic and unexpected and terrifying adventure of their young lives!