Chapter 3
MacIntyre wasn't sure he wanted to get out of bed the next morning.
He knew that he would have to run into Sally, and that thought didn't appeal to him one bit. He knew that it would take all of his courage to look her in the eye, after he got caught spying on her.
But then he remembered the wink. The little amused smile, and his groin began to ache.
He knew that masturbating first thing in the morning had a way of making him lazy all day, so he hopped out of bed and took a long cool shower, spending an absolute minimum time touching his cock and balls. He tried to think of things that didn't have to do with Sally, but none came to him right away.
By the time his shower was over he felt refreshed and ready to go.
He figured that he would call up one of the guys and see what was happening.
If nothing was happening, maybe he would start something.
He dried his hair furiously with a violent scrubbing motion.
Maybe he could get some beers and they could all get drunk.
Sally wouldn't mind if he had a few of the guys over.
If she was allowed company, he could certainly have the guys over.
Fair was fair, and he knew that she would be cool about it. She would sternly insist that he be the one to clean up afterward, and that would be all he would hear of her.
But as if turned out MacIntyre never got to call any of his friends.
He threw on his blue bathrobe and tied the cloth belt around his slim waist.
He opened the door of the bathroom and stepped out into the hall.
The air felt much cooler in the hall. He hadn't realized how steamy it had "been.
Then the door to Sally's room opened and he heard happy whistling.
Before he could even think to run Sally stepped into the hall also wearing a pink bathrobe. She was barefoot. MacIntyre thought her bare feet were erotic. He gasped and their eyes met. Then their gazes hooked.
There was a pregnant pause. The only sound was MacIntyre's short breathing.
Sally eased the tension by smiling sleepily, and feigning a yawn.
"Rough night?" MacIntyre asked, thinking there was no need to increase the tension by taking anything too seriously. He could handle sis. Always could. He couldn't understand why his impending manhood made her so difficult to deal with now.
"Not bad. You done with the bathroom?" Sally said, smacking her tongue as if to indicate a preoccupation with her toothbrush.
"Sure, it's all yours. Look, Sally, I'm-" But the words got caught in his throat.
For a moment he thought he was going to throw up, and his palms became sweaty.
"You're what?" Sally said, pausing in the bathroom door.
Her bathrobe fell open at the top enough so
MacIntyre could see the tops of her humongous breasts.
"I'm really sorry about peeking and shit last night. It was a terrible thing to do and I'm really sorry about it. I won't do it again or anything."
"I'd appreciate it," she said. "I'll talk about this with you later. I understand your curiosity."
Then she took a slow step forward and kissed MacIntyre on the cheek.
Their eyes met for the briefest moment, an incomplete communication.
There was still the faint scent of passion in her breath.
"Right now, though, I have to brush my teeth and take a shower. My mouth feels like a urinal. Remember that. It might be the most romantic thing I say all day."
MacIntyre couldn't move. His jaw was open and he stared at the closed door of the bathroom for a solid minute.
He could feel the beginnings of an erection pushing at the front of his robe.
She understood his curiosity. Did she? He wondered.
Did she know how much he ached for her? MacIntyre could hear the sound of her toothbrush ravaging her teeth and gums. He heard her spit.
He turned and lowered his head. Then he remembered calling the guys.
MacIntyre figured about nine beers would cure his blues.
But he only got a few steps down the hall when he heard Sally's voice.
The shower was running and she yelled very loud to make sure she was heard.
"MacIntyre! You didn't leave me any shampoo!" she called.
MacIntyre remembered draining the last of the shampoo into his cupped palm.
"What do you want me to do about it?" he called out, annoyance being a normal tactic when dealing with Sally. He had to concentrate on making "normal" responses.
"Get me some shampoo out of the hall closet!" Sailed screamed.
MacIntyre sighed and got a new bottle of shampoo from the closet.
He quickly returned to the bathroom door. He was very nervous.
"I've got it," he said.
"Then give it to me."
"I'll hand it through the door."
"You're not going to see anything you haven't seen already, are you?"
MacIntyre gave a heavy sigh and cursed his cock for growing.
He opened the door to the steamy bathroom and he could see the shadowy figure of his naked sister behind the transparent shower curtain.
Sally pulled back the curtain enough so that MacIntyre could see one full breast.
"You are staring at me like I have two heads," Sally said. "Give me the shampoo. It looks like you're getting a rod too. If you were braver in the evening, you wouldn't get so excited in the morning."
MacIntyre felt completely humiliated. His face burned. He handed his sister the shampoo while looking at his bare toes.
He turned to leave but again Sally did not let him get away.
"Do you really think that I'm pretty enough to be worth watching, MacIntyre?" Sally asked. She was still looking at him from the edge of the tub.
MacIntyre turned and tried to look at her without making it seem like he was staring at her.
"Sure. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. My luck you gotta be my sister," MacIntyre blurted. His courage scared him and he recoiled, almost as if he thought his sister was going to strike him.
But that wasn't what Sally Symms had in mind at all.
She smiled a little and her eyes twinkled in a way that told MacIntyre she was having naughty thoughts.
He feared she was going to tease him just like she did when they were little.
It was a real pain in the ass when they were young for MacIntyre.
He dreaded times when Sally had something that he wanted.
A candy bar, a comic book, whatever. It was a hassle to get it back from her.
He would have to hear about every dumb thing he had ever done in his life.
But eventually she would always give the comic book to him. Always. He always got what he wanted if he survived the verbal abuse. His mind clicked and his hope was renewed.
Then, an ugly word: incest. MacIntyre felt the butterflies in his stomach come up into his throat.
But things were going to go much easier for MacIntyre than he had anticipated.
"Don't you like me as a sister?" Sally asked sweetly.
"You're okay. One usually doesn't get too excited about one's sister. They go with the territory."
"But you get excited about me, don't you, MacIntyre."
"Yes, and I am going through a heavy guilt trip about it."
Again his honesty stunned him. She knew everything about him.
She knew more about him than anybody in the world. They had shared secrets for as long as either could remember. He found it remarkably easy to be honest with her, even if his palms had turned into a flashflood zone.
"Don't feel guilty. It's normal, you know. I have sexual desires for you too."
MacIntyre felt like he was going to faint. The steam in the bathroom was making him feel a little dizzy.
He reached back and opened the door a crack to let some of the cool in.
"You do?" he said, making a little choking motion with his adams apple.
"Sure. Look. I'm glad I caught you last night. You shouldn't be lurking around people's closets. It's dumb, baby brother. You should be doing it!"
"You always say that. I've got to get out of here. I'm getting all wet again."
"Stay. You want to learn about sex but you're chicken shit to talk to anything with tits, right?"
"Right."
"You can learn with me."
"C'mon, sis. It isn't done."
"Mister peeping torn is holier than thee, I see."
"Don't make fun of me."
"I want you, MacIntyre. I want to be your first woman. I want to be there touching you when you first learn the joys of sex. I want you to get out of that robe and come in here. We'll wash all of that cold sweat off of you and then I'll show you some of the things I can do with my mouth. Oh, you already know about those, don't you."
In spite of her lust, there was still a teasing tone to her voice.
MacIntyre knew who was calling the shots. She had all the cards.
All the cards except one. MacIntyre was the one with the hard cock.
MacIntyre could feel his mind racing in a thousand different directions at the same time. He sighed.
But for the first time in his life he felt like a man.
His aggressive woman, the one he had been yearning for, had arrived. Sally.
His hands shook as he reached down to untie the cloth belt around his waist.
He allowed his bathrobe to fall open and for the first time in her life Sally got to see MacIntyre's plentiful manhood.
"MacIntyre, why didn't you show me your cock before?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, slipping the robe over his shoulders.
"It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. Long, thick. Oh, God," Sally was licking her parted lips with the tip of her tongue furiously.
MacIntyre's cock throbbed so hard that it snapped up and slapped him in the belly.
His cock was so long that the tip slapped him several inches above his belly button.
Sally pulled back the curtain a little more and MacIntyre allowed his robe to fall to the floor of the bathroom.
He moved very slowly toward the bathtub. His eyes unblinking, he looked into Sally's. Now they knew. MacIntyre could tell it was going to be a great day.
His nerves calmed down, the fear of rejection behind him.
"Come inside. Here in the tub with me," Sally whispered, using very much the same tone she had used while calling to MacIntyre from a hiding place in the bushes.
MacIntyre climbed into the tub under the shower so that the water immediately beat down on top of his head.
He placed his hands on the sides of Sally's waist, and felt her firm flesh for the first time.
Her body was perfect. Her breasts buoyant, nipples erect, yearning.
His cock was fully erect and they moved close enough so that the tip of his cock struck her belly.
Sally placed a gentle hand on MacIntyre's cheek and their faces slowly came toward one another.
His cock was pushed upward by her belly and in a moment it was pinned between them, pointing toward the ceiling of the bathroom.
Sally kissed MacIntyre only on the lower lip twice, then moved her lips fully upon his.
Her fingers started in the center of his back and worked their way slowly toward the back of his neck.
They touched the tips of their tongues lightly together, and they both moaned with a sudden exhale.
In a matter of seconds their tongues were rolling together and MacIntyre wrapped his lips right around Sally's tongue.
He sucked her tongue, and she crushed herself against him, pressing her breasts flat against his chest.
They kissed for a long time, and then Sally pulled her lips away to speak.
She held the sides of MacIntyre's face and looked into his eyes.
"I want you to relax, baby brother. You are still too tight. You don't do anything. Just stand there. Let me do all the work."
MacIntyre struggled to determine whether or not a response was called for.
His inability to make up his mind made that decision for him.
She kissed his cheek much as she had in the hall only moments before.
She sucked on his earlobe, and placed her tongue in his ear.
MacIntyre could feel a shiver go up and down his spine.
He could feel gooseflesh forming under his arms in spite of the hot water from the shower blasting down on him.
She kissed his neck and began to grind her body against his.
He moved his hands down to her buttocks, and she moaned at the delicate way he slid his palms over her ass cheeks.
Then her touch became firmer, and he began to work his long fingers through the flesh.
He could feel her heart-shaped pubic patch rubbing against his balls.
Then she slowly began to drop to her knees, kissing her way down his chest.
She paused at each of his nipples and flicked the tip of her tongue across them.
This felt a lot better than MacIntyre had thought it would.
He found that his whole body had become an erogenous zone.
He had no idea that the ache in his bowels could get so severe.
He could feel the muscles in his legs tensing as he realized she was going to suck his cock.
It was a fantasy come true. MacIntyre prayed that he would not wake up and find that this was all a wet dream.
She pulled away from him as she knelt so that once again his cock was sticking straight out from his hips.
His erection rested at a slightly upward angle, and Sally could see that it was bobbing up and down with anticipation.
Sally could see that MacIntyre's cock was at least ten inches long.
The thing was thick too. She suspected she wouldn't be able to get her fingers all the way around it.
Even getting the damn thing in her mouth was going to be difficult.
And taking it in her throat would be the greatest challenge of her sexual career.
Her nipples were hard, and her cunt was swollen and wet.
Every time she thought about getting fucked with MacIntyre's cock, she could feel her pussy give a sharp throb.
Her clit felt like it was going to pop right out of her vaginal slit.
Sally touched the underside of his cock with a gentle fingertip.
His throbbing penis reacted by snapping upward. She moved so that her face was a little beneath his balls.
She puckered her lips and blew cool air onto his hot cock and balls.
"I figured you needed a little cooling off," she said with a giggle.
She kissed and licked at the insides of his thighs, so that the top of her head touched the base of his scrotum. She placed three fingertips on the underside of his prick and pushed it upward until once again it was pressed against his belly.
She stroked the underside gently as her mouth got ever closer to the wrinkled sack that held his balls.
Sally Symms was very pleased to see trfat his scrotum was also very large, a perfect match for his cock.
His balls looked like they were the size of golf balls, and the sack looked like it was filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
MacIntyre was glad that he had not jacked-off first thing in the morning. That would have taken a bit of the edge off of the passion he was feeling at that moment.
Or perhaps not. MacIntyre felt like he had never had an orgasm before.
He could tell that coming from being touched was going to be a hundred times better than coming from touching himself.
Then Sally stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and wiggled the tip at MacIntyre's balls.
She touched the base of his scrotum with the tip of her tongue, and MacIntyre groaned so deeply that the sound seemed to come from the pit of his stomach.
She continued to lightly caress the underside of his cock as she gently licked at the base of his balls.
With her free hand she placed fingertips under the scrotum, lifting it.
Her fingers could feel the twin testicles swimming in a sea of semen.
She bobbed his balls up and down for a moment playfully, and MacIntyre let out a tiny whimper.
He had never felt anything nearly as good in his whole life.
"It feels incredible, Sally," MacIntyre said.
He was surprised to hear the tone of his own voice as he spoke.
His voice sounded deeper, more mature. He thought that he really was turning into a man like magic.
Sally moved her head and tilted her face upward so she could lick at the patch of skin between MacIntyre's balls and his ass-hole.
MacIntyre knew that he was very sensitive there and his knees bent a little more at the caress.
He felt her hands back to his buttocks. She gripped at his ass cheeks as her tongue got ever closer to her ass-hole.
He let out a sharp grunt of pleasure as he felt the tip of her tongue find his anus boldly.
He could feel the tip of her tongue become curious as it approached the center of his sphincter muscle.
She ran the tip of her tongue all around his ass muscle and he felt his knees start to shake.
He had doubts about how much longer the muscles in his legs would be able to support the weight of his body.
She got the tip of her tongue in the center of his rectum and began to push it inside.
MacIntyre had never thought about his ass-hole much.
It was just the thing he used to take a shit, and that didn't excite him too much.
Now he was learning a brand new purpose for that tight hole.
It was there to give him a great deal of physical pleasure.
Sally soaped up a finger and placed the tip on his ass-hole, pulling her face out of the way.
As she licked at the base of his balls with the flat part of her tongue, she began to push her finger up inside a little at a time.
It hurt a little, but it felt good a lot. MacIntyre relaxed and found that the pain of penetration soon went away.
She pushed her finger inside him until she was in all the way to the third knuckle.
She wiggled her finger around inside his ass-hole, and MacIntyre could feel himself being touched where he had never been touched before.
She pressed hard on a spot deep up inside his bowels and his cock felt-like it was going to burst.
It turned a deeper shade of purple than MacIntyre had ever seen it before.
If any more blood pumped into his glans he would surely explode.
The skin that covered the head of his cock was stretched as far as it could possibly go and looked shiny.
Sally looked at the head of his cock and figured that there was nothing smoother than the thin skin that covered it.
She looked at the little piss hole in the center of his glans and she could see it opening and closing with little spasms.
She smiled inwardly, because it looked to her like his piss hole was winking at her as if it had a mind of its own.
Then Sally began to work her finger slowly in and out of MacIntyre's yielding nether eye.
He could feel his face contort with the combination of pleasure and pain he felt.
His lips drew back into a grimace and his face turned red with exertion.
His back teeth were clenched tightly together at that point.
They were clenched so tightly that his jaw ached a little.
But he was too concerned about the growing pressure in his cock to care about any pain in his jaw.
He placed his hands on top of Sally's head and ran his fingers, through her long brown hair, which was soaking wet.
The bottom of the tub had a couple of inches of water in it, covering MacIntyre's clenched toes.
Sally worked her finger in and out of his ass-hole faster as she went along.
She used the entire length of her finger with each penetration.
She tried to get as deep inside his ass as she could.
Then she used her other hand to once again pin MacIntyre's cock to his belly.
She looked at the many dilated veins that ran along the shaft of his prick.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of his cock.
She touched him right where his penis met his scrotum.
She paused for a moment and then began to lick upward.
She used the veins as a roadmap to determine her tongue's route.
She got to the fleshy spot just below the glans.
She stopped at that point and flicked her tongue back and forth.
This felt so good that MacIntyre could already feel the come swirling around in his huge scrotum.
Sally pulled her finger out of his ass-hole so he would be able to concentrate solely on the pleasure she was giving his cock.
She used that hand to cup his balls, and she squeezed his nuts rhythmically, imitating the rapid beat of his heart.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick the shaft of his cock as if it were an all-day sucker.
Then she allowed his cock to lower just enough so she could roll her tongue thickly over the glans.
She couldn't believe how hard his cock was. She squirmed when she thought of how good it was going to feel inside her.
She was determined to play with MacIntyre that day until he had penetrated each of her three holes.
She allowed his cock to lower so that the tip was pointing directly at her mouth.
Once again she blew cool air on it, and MacIntyre had to concentrate to keep his hips from pumping back and forth.
Never had thrusting his hips forward ever seemed like such an appropriate thing to do. Every muscle in his body was tense.
He knew that Sally would not have to suck on his cock for very long before he would shoot his load.
"I want you to come in my mouth," Sally said and then used the tip of her tongue to play with MacIntyre's piss hole.
She then opened her mouth as far as she could, pulling her tongue back in.
MacIntyre looked at her full sensuous lips. He thought of her drinking down his come.
He could tell that his first blow job was going to be a good one even by expert's standards.
He felt her lips touching the head of his cock and he moved his hips a little further.
He moved his hands to the back of her neck and held her firmly.
She tongued the tip of his cock as she worked her lips over it.
It was a tight fit, and she was relieved to find that her mouth was big enough.
She wrapped her lips tightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of the head.
She sucked on him and rolled her tongue over his glans at the same time.
Then she concentrated on relaxing and moved forward more with her head.
MacIntyre could tell she wouldn't stop penetrating herself until his entire cock was down her throat.