Chapter 2
In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Sheila's tits heaving up and down in front of my mouth. So, it hadn't been a dream after all! I was actually naked in the same bed with my sister, and we had actually engaged in an incestuous lesbian relationship.
Other than jerking off Mark, the sixteen year old boy next door, the previous night had been my first sexual experience. As I lay there looking at Sheila, I wondered if what she said was true that it had been the first time for her, too.
She certainly was beautiful. Her long, light blonde hair fell softly around her perfect oval face. Her lips were perfectly shaped and sensuous. Her nose had the slightest upturn to it. It was no wonder that she was so popular at school, especially when you considered the fact that her personality was as sweet as she appeared. If we lived in a big city instead of the small hick town of Canterville, she could have been a model without even trying.
I considered myself to be the ugly duckling because I was so opposite from my sister. My dark brown hair was so common in color; my nose just a wee bit too long; my body too skinny; my chest not fully developed; and I hated the dimples on my cheeks that everyone seemed to like and comment on.
My sexy sister called me beautiful and pretty too, and laying there next to her, I wondered if she truly meant it. Was she just being kind? Then I thought of my pussy grinding away in her face, and how she devoured every drop of my climaxes, and had to smile. She obviously liked my cunt.
Many questions were racing through my mind. One of the most important concerns was, how would she react to what happened last night when she awoke? I had just decided to crawl back into my own bed, and to pretend that nothing had happened unless she mentioned it later on. Before I had a chance to move, she opened her eyes. I don't think I had ever seen such a sweet smile on her face.
All I could say was, "Hi," with a smile in return.
"Hi," she responded in return, and then kissed me tenderly. When our lips parted, she asked, "What time is it?"
Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I answered, "Only seven o'clock; early."
"How long have you been awake?"
"Just long enough to realize last night wasn't a dream after all." I couldn't keep my hands off of her, and was running one hand through her soft blonde hair.
"I'm glad it wasn't a dream," she said. "Last night was wonderful."
"I was afraid you'd be upset about it this morning," I confessed.
"No way." She kissed my cheek, and asked, "Where did you learn to make love like that?"
"I giggled, and replied, "I could ask you the same question."
Sheila wasn't letting me off the hook that easy. She pressed the issue. "Have you done it before?"
"like I said last night, no. Have you?"
"Not really, not like that," she said softly.
Now I was curious. "What do you mean by, 'Not really, not like that'? "
"Last year when I slept over at Betty 's house, we played around a little, but that's all. Nothing really happened."
Betty was in my sister's class, and they were the best of friends. Her father was the Chief of Police for Canterville, and Betty's Mom and our Mother were close friends too. Betty lived about six miles away, and one winter night during a snow storm, Sheila stayed overnight. In our town, there never was too much sleeping over at a friend's house, because parents were old fashioned. I guess they believed that children should sleep under their own roofs. Parents in Canterville, were very protective.
"You got it on with Betty?" Wow, was I curious. I couldn't imagine anyone more proper than Betty. She always acted so righteous, dressed and acted so proper, and never indulged in 'girl talk' when we started using four letter words. In fact, Betty was the kind of girl who would admonish us about our filthy language.
"What happened? Come on, tell me everything!"
"like I said, nothing really. We just kind of checked each other out. You know, felt each other up." Then she added quickly, "But, don't you ever let on that I told you."
"Come on Sheila, you know better than that. Tell me everything. What happened?"
"Okay, okay. The night I stayed over I slept in the same bed, 'cause hers is a big queen size bed, and they don't have a spare bedroom. We got talking about boys and sex, and we were wondering what it would feel like to get fucked by a guy."
"Did she use the word 'fuck'? " I asked in horror. As I said, Betty was so proper.
"No, not that I remember," Sheila laughed. "I think she used to term, 'do it with'. We both admitted that we fucked ourselves with our fingers, and she said it felt okay, but she couldn't imagine a cock making her feel any better." Sheila laughed again, cocked her head back, and corrected herself. "Let's see, ah, she actually called a cock,' a guy' s thing'. "
Both of us chuckled now. We could visualize Betty struggling for the proper words.
"Anyway, I told Betty she probably wasn't rubbing her clit the right way that it wasn't how far she put her fingers in, it was how sensuous she massaged the clitoris.
"One thing led to another, and I showed her how I rubbed my clit, and she showed me how she did it to herself."
"Did you do it to each other?"
"Only a little. When we started to finger each other, we began to laugh, and it turned into a big joke. As I said, nothing really happened; not like last night."
"I'm glad it happened last night," I confessed. "I'm glad I was the first to get in there." As I said this, I reached down and rubbed her patch of soft hair.
"Me too. You really never did it with anyone else?"
"Only with Mark."
"Mark!" She almost shrieked. "You fucked Mark?" Her face had a horrified look.
"No, no I didn't fuck Mark. I played with his cock, that's all. He wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. That's all I need, to get knocked up."
"Come on, tell me everything. When, where, what happened?" Sheila had propped herself up on one elbow and was intent on hearing every detail. Mark was the tall six-footer, extremely good looking, well built, sixteen year old boy next door. We didn't know him that well because he had only moved next door a few months previously after his father got assigned to our parish.
"Last month, when I went over to his house to borrow a pan Mom needed. You know, the day Dad's friends came over for the barbecue, and Mom wanted everything to be so perfect, and she cooked all day?"
"Ya, ya, go on," Sheila prompted.
"Well, when I went over there, only Mark was home. There was no answer when I rang the doorbell, but I heard the lawnmower out back, so I went around the house, there was Mark, mowing the lawn. He shut the machine off immediately when he saw me standing there, and I told him Mom wanted to borrow a pan. He said he'd be glad to get it for me, but before he did he offered me a Coke from the cooler on the picnic table.
"I accepted the Coke, and we were just making small talk, about what Mom needed the pan for, and how hot it was that day, and dumb things like that. But, I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch. He was only wearing skiing tight shorts and sneakers, and what a friggin' bulge! I was fascinated by it.
"He must have known what I was looking at, because he sort of leaned back against the picnic table so it poked out even more, and I could see it growing. It kept getting bigger and bigger until I thought it would pop out through the material trying to hold it back. I was scared Sheila, but I honestly couldn't take my eyes off of it. Really, I just couldn't help it. You wouldn't believe how big it is!"
Sheila was eager for all the details, and didn't want me to even pause between sentences. "Go on, go on," she prompted, "what happened next?"
"Well, he just came right out and asked me what I was looking at! I thought I would die. I could feel my face getting all red, and stammered something about having to go right home.
"He laughed, and said I had better take the pan with me. Because he didn't know what size pan Mom wanted, he told me to go into the house with him to get it, and I did.
"Once inside the kitchen, I noticed it didn't go down. It was still throbbing and sticking out. I couldn't believe how big it was." I paused in my story, thinking back on the occasion, but my sister was anxious to hear more.
"Go on, go on," she said. She was propped up on one elbow, looking intently at me, and smiling, so I knew I could trust her with the truth. Besides. I was enjoying this true confession session with her.
"Well, I picked out the pan I thought Mom wanted, and all of a sudden Mark just said, 'Do you want to see it?' He had a hand down there, and was rubbing it. I didn't say anything 'cause I was afraid, but I didn't stop watching him either.
"Something told me to run out of the house, but I didn't. Then he said, 'If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll show it to you, but you've got to promise me it will be our secret.' I still didn't say anything. I was dumbfounded. I just stood there watching him smile; watching him gently rub his cock through the thin material. For some crazy reason, I also wondered if he was wearing underwear.
"We were on opposite sides of the room, and I was only about three feet from the back door, so I guess I felt kind of safe at that distance. And, my gut feeling told me Mark wouldn't rape me, or do anything without my permission.
"Then he said, 'Go on Ellen, promise you won't tell anyone.'
"Then I said, 'I won't tell anyone if you won't.'
"Then he leaned back against the kitchen sink, hooked both thumbs in the top of his shorts, and yanked them down to his knees. I couldn't believe how big it was!"
Sheila couldn't hide her excitement as she asked, "How big, how big?"
"I don't know exactly, but if I put both of my hands around it, I bet the head would still stick out. And, it's fat, too."
"Oh my god," Sheila exclaimed. "He's really that big? I've wondered what he would look like naked."
I was surprised she said that, because she had never indicated she liked Mark. "You like him?" I asked in amazement.
"Well, he is a gorgeous hunk, with muscles and looks that would turn any girl's head, and the best part is, he's not conceited. In fact, I thought he as the shy type, until you just told me what he did!"
My sister's assessment of Mark, was true. A lot of girls were eagerly awaiting September, when Mark would be going to our school for the first time. This would give them an opportunity to socialize with him. About the only contact other kids had with him so far, since his family moved to Canterville, was through church activities. This of course, being because his father was the new minister recently assigned to our parish.
Mark was truly handsome, already standing six feel tall, but he gave the impression of being a book worm, and a loner. He had a beautiful smile too, but he wasn't the first to approach people at gatherings. Some thought he was very religious, and would turn out to be a goody-goody.
"Come on, come on, tell me what happened next," my sister prodded.
"Well, I just gawked at it in amazement. I couldn't say anything. I guess I was kind of shocked that it was all happening, you know, I couldn't believe I was looking at his dick. Mark was smiling and pulling back and forth on it, as he slowly walked over and stood right next to me.
"I was so amazed, and sort of in shock at what was happening. I just stood there like some kind of an idiot. I was scared, but I couldn't move. The sight of that big prick was awesome, yet magnificent. It was stiff and throbbing.
'"Hold it for me Ellen,' he said, as he continued to stroke that big hunk of meat. 'I won't tell anyone, I promise.'
"I couldn't help myself Sheila. like last night with you, I just knew it was something I wanted to do, so I did it. I reached out, and put my hand around his pulsating cock. Mark let out a groan, and told me how good it felt."
Sheila interrupted to ask "Did it make you hot too.? "
"Ya, but I was afraid to let him know it. I wanted to rip my clothes off and push my pussy on it, and
I even thought of sucking it. I don't know why I didn't because I wanted to do it do badly. Maybe I didn't want to get hurt; you know, have him rip me open with that monster. Maybe it was the fear of getting knocked up. I don't know. I just know that I didn't do anything except hold it tight and pull the skin back and forth as far as it would go in each direction.
"After I ran my fist up and down his shaft a few times, he almost whispered to me, 'Ellen, can I put it in you?'
"I panicked, thinking of a baby, and the pain it would cause, and took my hand off of it. Mark must have sensed that I was terrified at the idea of getting fucked, so he said to forget it, that he would be happy if I just finished him with my hand.
"I put my hand back on it, and jerked back and forth, slowly at first. He closed his eyes and made soft noises of pleasure as I played with it and examined it. The head was much bigger than the shaft of his dick, and the skin wouldn't cover it, so I slid part of my hand over the tip. That made him go crazy with pleasure. Pretty soon, I did it faster and faster.
"Then I got real brave and reached out and touched his balls! He kept his eyes closed all the time. Maybe that's why I got so brave. He kept saying, 'Um ... uhhhh, that's it, um ... ' His balls were big too, and were real hard inside his sack."
Sheila was listening intently to every word I was saying, obviously eager for details. She kept saying things like, "Go on. What happened next? Then what? Ya, ya."
Because I was getting so much encouragement from my sister, I didn't leave out any of the details.
"He had a lot of hair around his groin and balls. It didn't feel soft and silky like yours. Kind of coarse and masculine feeling, and it was sexy as hell to look at and to feel. I had an urge to shove my ringers in my cunt, and probably would have if I wasn't afraid he'd want to shove that beautiful piece of meat in there instead.
"Anyway, I kept sliding my hand back and forth, and grasping his prick firmly, and I could feel it swell and throb even more in my fist. Every time I pulled my hand across the fact smooth head of his cock, he would moan and thrust his hips forward, so I knew he liked that area rubbed."
Sheila cut in again, and asked impatiently, "Did he cum off?"
"Did he ever! You better believe it. I guess I only did it for a couple of minutes, but towards the end, I could feel him stiffen, and he moaned louder, and kept saying, 'That's it, that's it, here it goes.'
"At first, I didn't realize what he was talking about, but then he quickly turned sideways and shot his white juice all over the kitchen floor Wow! Sheila, you had to see it to believe it. I didn't know guys could make it go so far. It was almost like he was taking a piss. If it wasn't white, and sticky, I wouldn't have known the difference."
We were both laughing and chuckling.
"How do you know it was sticky?" she asked.
"Because I got a lot of it on my hand. It was real warm too, and kind of thick, like paste.
"When he asked me to go over to the sink and get some paper towels for him to clean up with, so I did. But, when instead of handing them to him, I cleaned him up myself, running the paper towels over his stomach, through his hairy crotch, around his balls, and finally patted his dick with them. It was still sticking straight out."
"It was?" Sheila asked. "I thought they went limp after they shot their load."
"Me too," I said, "but his didn't. It stuck straight out there.
"Then Mark reached over and touched my tit. It shocked me, and I pulled back in surprise.
"'Ellen,' he said, 'just let me feel them for a minute, okay?'
So I nodded, and stood there with the wet sticky paper towels in my hand while he felt me up.
"I have to admit I like the feel of his hands on my tits, and he must have like the feel of my tits because he started jerking his own cock back and forth. I just stood there looking at his cock and watching the way he grasped it and yanked at it back and forth.
'"Ellen, you're a beautiful girl,' he said, but I thought he was just saying that to get his own way. I didn't really think it was true until you told me yourself last night."
"You are beautiful, but what happened next Ellen "
"Nothing really, he kept feeling my boobs, and kept jerking himself. He did ask me to play with his balls some more, and I did. In fact, I was holding them both in my hand when I felt him stiffen again, and I could feel them pulsating and tightening up. That's when he shot another load of cum on the floor while he was holding my tit, and I was cupping his nuts in my hand.
"I was a little disappointed in the size of his second load. It wasn't nearly as much as the first stream."
Sheila started to laugh as she said, "Don't tell me. Then you had to go get more paper towels."
"Yup, you guessed it. Only this time when I walked back to him, his cock was falling asleep. It was getting smaller and smaller. And, Mark took the towels from me and cleaned up his own mess, then pulled up his shorts."
"You never did say if he was wearing anything under them, was he? Was he wearing underwear?"
"No, I don't think so. At least I can't remember seeing any.
"But you know Sheila, even when his cock was down, it was still real pretty and big. It kind of looked like a fat, white, limp sausage. God, you should have seen it."
"Ohh, you lucky girl. I wish I had seen it too."
"Sheila! I can't believe you said that! You really do dig him, don't you?"
"Ever since the first day I saw him. When he moved in I couldn't take my eyes off him, but then I sort of gave up hope because he seemed so involved in the church, and not interested in girls."
"Yea, I know what you mean," I replied. "I was even wondering if he was interested in boys instead of girls."
"You're kidding. Mark, a fag?"
"Well, one never knows these days."
Then she teased me by saying, "Well my little sister, I guess you don't have any doubts now, do you? Not after yanking on it, and causing him to gush not one, but two loads all over your hand and his kitchen floor." Sheila's smile was so sweet and understanding as she teased me, and I even sensed that she was a bit jealous.
"He wants me to go back, too. He told me I could drop over anytime." I guess I couldn't help rubbing it in a little, just to tease her back.
"Really now, you don't say? Maybe he wants some of this the next time." Her head went straight down between my legs, and her hands pushed my pink cunt lips apart as her hungry tongue entered my moist hot pussy again.
Already Sheila performed as if she had been licking and sucking cunt all her life. I guess it's something that just comes naturally (no pun intended). Sort of like an ice cream cone, only warm. They're both delicious, sticky, and easy to get used to. The more you eat, the more you want. And, that's the way I felt too.
Quickly jerking myself around, I put us in the sixty-nine position again, and dove into her snatch too. This time my mouth was quickly filled with her juices. Sheila obviously had gotten worked up over hearing about my adventure with Mark, and was more than ready to have me clean her up with my mouth. I was having the most succulent breakfast of my life, and Sheila was obviously enjoying her feast too.
We were so damn hot that it didn't take us long at all to start cuming in each others mouths. This time we were both ready for the stream of juices, and plunged our face's in, trying to suck out every drop. We were both going crazy as we climaxed again and again, writing and trembling with pleasure. We had at least three orgasms each, and our faces were wet with the pussy juices we couldn't swallow.
When we were exhausted and drained, we rolled around to face each other again, and our tongues met again. First we kissed tenderly and lovingly, and then fiercely, fucking each others mouths with our tongues until we were totally exhausted again. We lay there in each others arms smiling like the young school girls we were, content and happy in our new found love and affection for one another.
"You're an animal," Sheila teased with affection, "and I'm glad you are."
"You're pretty wild yourself. I don't want to leave this room. Never. I'm so happy." That was true at the moment. My happiness was so great that I didn't want it to end.
"If you stay here forever, you'll never be able to see Mark again."
"Maybe you could slip out of bed, go over there and bring him back," I said.
"Sure," she laughed, "and march him right by Mom and Dad, and tell them he's here to fuck the brains out of my darling baby sister."
"I told you my dear, I don't want him to put that pole in me. Do you want to get screwed by him?"
"No, no," she answered quickly, "but I sure wouldn't mind playing with it like you did."
"Well, why don't we see what we can do to arrange it. Maybe he'll let us both play with it," I suggested.
"Wow, that would be neat," she exclaimed. The idea was starting to get us both excited again, for we were both feeling each other up, when we were startled by our mother's voice, and knock on the door. "Come on girls, breakfast!"