Date: Mon, 07 Feb 2000 17:55:42 CST
From: micrometer69@hotmail.com
Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 3

Please don't read this if it's illegal to do so at your age or where you 
live.

Hope you like this one. I rather enjoyed the e-mail messages I received 
after chapter one. If you have more, send 'em along.

CHAPTER THREE
Siblings' First Exposure

For the next couple of weeks, life continued pretty much as it had in the
past.  Neither Rusty or Nancy said anything to the other about what they
had seen, but each continued to wonder what the other might have seen.
While they didn't seem to have much trouble hiding their secrets and were
able to continue sharing a common bathroom without discomfort or
embarrassment, they did each become a little more careless in maintaining
their own privacy.

Without being consciously aware of what they were doing, each took less
care to make sure they shut their own door when they left the bathroom, and
sometimes they forgot to lock the other's door when they used the bathroom.
This ultimately led to accidental views of one another.  In one such case,
Rusty left the door to his room open after taking a shower.  As a result,
he was standing in full view of the door drying off when Nancy opened her
door to the bathroom for her shower.

She had a brief view of Rusty's nakedness before he wrapped the towel
around his hips and moved to shut his door.

On another occasion, Nancy forgot to lock the door into Rusty's room when
she went in to take her shower.  She was just bending over to turn on the
water when Rusty, not realizing she was there, opened the door from his
bedroom.  Although he shut the door quickly, he couldn't help seeing her
naked profile since the door swung open towards the tub with its back
against the sinks.

Just two or three weeks after their secret introduction to one another's
bodies, the entire family was watching the news on television when the
newscaster reported on a story about a kidnaping and rape where the victim
reported that she was forced to perform oral sex on her kidnapper.  Later
that night, when they were a|one, Nancy asked her Mom what oral sex was.

Even though Nancy and her Mom had always had a wonderful relationship and
had generally found it pretty easy to talk about most anything, Mrs.
Riggle was not prepared for this question.

However, after a moment of thought, Janet decided it would be best to
answer honestly, but as briefly as possible.  Realizing that her daughter
was coming of age, she knew Nancy would be curious about sex.  She quickly
decided to see just how far this conversation would go.

"Well, Nancy," her Mom replied, "oral sex is when one partner makes contact
with the other partner's sexual organs with his or her mouth.  That's where
the phrase comes from."  Hoping that this would be brief and honest enough
for Nancy, Janet turned back to her sewing.  However, this was not to be.
Nancy had already seen enough of her brother and his friend to be more
curious than that.

"But Mom," Nancy said, "why would people do that?"

After just a brief pause to take a deep breath and think to herself, well
here goes nothing, Janet turned to Nancy and said, "Sit down, Nanc.  People
like the kidnapper you heard about tonight do that to hurt their victims.
It makes the kidnapper feel like a big man, but only because he knows it is
the last thing the victim wants to do.  You see, like intercourse, if it's
something forced on you, it hurts, it's degrading, and it's disgusting.

But if it is something you want to do to please your lover, it can be one
of the most exciting aspects of a loving sexual relationship.  You see, and
I hope I can get through this without blushing too terribly, when a woman
kisses her lover's penis and takes it into her mouth, it shows a depth of
feeling that goes beyond regular intercourse.  Having a man put his penis
in your vagina is something all lovers do.  But making love to a man's
penis with your mouth is something special.  In the same way, when a man
kisses the lips of his lover's vagina and licks her clitoris, he is doing
something special for her."

"But," Nancy interrupted, "what does it feel like?  Is it different from
playing with yourself?"

Janet wasn't shocked by this question because she and Nancy had already
discussed masturbation, and she suspected that Nancy and her friend
Brigitte had already begun to try that aspect of their budding sexuality.

"Yes," Janet responded, "it is quite different from playing with yourself.
You see, a man's tongue moving over your vaginal lips and clitoris feels
very different from your own finger.  Not only is it wet and warm, it is
rough and smooth at the same time.  Besides, the mental and emotional
affect heightens the physical reaction as well.  For the man, having a
mouth around his penis is similar to having it in a vagina, except the
mouth and tongue are a lot more flexible and can create distinctly
different sensations.  Any other questions?"

"Yes, Mom, there are," Nancy replied.  "Do people do this instead of having
regular sex?"

"Well," said Janet, "I suspect most often people make oral sex part of
their foreplay.  That is, just as with touching one another and mutual
masturbation, oral sex is used to get ready for intercourse.  Of course, it
can be used in place of regular sex, as you call it, in situations where
the woman wants to give her lover an orgasm but doesn't want to risk
pregnancy for example, or when she wants to experience an orgasm but can't
have intercourse because she is already pregnant and too far along to risk
intercourse."

"Mom," Nancy said somewhat tentatively.

"Yes," Janet responded.

"Do you and Dad have oral sex?"

This did make Janet blush, but she said, "Yes, Nancy, we do.  It feels
great and it is something we each enjoy doing for the other."

"But do you enjoy it when you're doing it to Dad?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, I do," she responded, "but I think this conversation has reached its
conclusion.  You should take your shower and get ready for bed."

"OK, Mom, but I think I'll take a bath instead," Nancy replied as she got
up and left the room.

>From the flushed look on Nancy's face, her mother felt sure she knew why
Nancy wanted to take a bath instead of a shower.  She could easily picture
her daughter relaxing in the tub, thinking about this conversation while
she used her fingers to bring herself to a youthful orgasm.  Janet felt
comfortable with the way she had responded to Nancy's questions, but she
hoped her daughter wouldn't start experimenting with this newfound
knowledge any time soon.

Nancy, on the other hand, had to work hard at controlling herself as she
ran up the stairs to her room.  The first thing she did was flop down on
the bed and call Brigitte on the phone.

"Brigitte!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper as soon as her friend came to
the phone, "you have got to come spend the night tomorrow.  Mom just told
me something you will never believe.  No, I can't tell you over the phone.
It's too exciting.  Yeah, plan on coming over for dinner and spending the
night.  It's Friday.  Right now I'm going to soak in the tub and do you
know what to you know what.  Bye!"

As she hung up the phone, she didn't notice Rusty moving quietly away from
the open but darkened door to the bathroom.  He had been lying on his bed
in the dark, naked and stroking himself slowly when he heard Nancy run up
the stairs and immediately dial the phone.
  He had risked being seen with a hardon when he tip toed to her door to
see what she was in such a hurry about.  As he shut the door to his room,
he heard Nancy come into the bathroom and start the water running into the
tub.

Good, he thought, she didn't bother to lock my door.  He thought he had a
pretty good idea of what she had in mind, and his pulse quickened when he
realized that he hadn't heard the latch of her door click home.  It's her
bedroom door, he thought to himself.  Maybe she didn't feel she needed to
close it all the way.  He stood in the dark feeling his penis growing
smaller as he heard Nancy running water into the tub.

Rusty stood silently at his door to the bathroom, picturing his sister's
body as he remembered it from just two weeks earlier as he heard Nancy
unzip her shorts and slide them down her legs.

He continued to listen quietly until the water stopped running.  Without
all that noise, he could easily hear Nancy step into the tub and sigh
gently as she let the warm water envelope her body.  Then, hoping she
hadn't put bubble bath into the water and hoping, too, that she hadn't shut
her door all the way while the water was running, Rusty quietly slipped out
into the hall and into Nancy's bedroom.

He stopped briefly at the top of the stairs and listened to the sounds
coming from the living room.  He was pleased to hear the opening theme song
of the hour long program that he knew was the absolute favorite of both his
Mom and his Dad.  Knowing that they had an hour without interruption, Rusty
tip toed over to his sister's bathroom door.  To his great relief and
delight, she had not bothered to shut it all the way.  Since the back of
the tub was at her end of the bathroom, her back was to him and he felt
safe in pushing the door open just enough more that he could see in with
both eyes.

Nancy was reclining almost flat on her back in the warm water, and there
were NO bubbles to hide her body from his sight.  From this position, with
the water about half way up the fullness of her small breasts, Rusty
thought they were just about the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

The water somehow added to their beauty and made them seem even sexier.
His penis was instantly hard beneath the pajama bottoms he had slipped into
before leaving his room.  While he would have preferred being naked, he
figured now was no time to take unnecessary chances.

He rubbed his penis through the material of his pajamas as he watched Nancy
rub her hands over her breasts.  It was all he could do to control his
breathing as she gently twisted her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Even as he watched, they seemed to grow longer and become taut.

It made him think of the way his penis went from soft to hard.

The mound of her crotch lay right at the surface of the water so that the
slight movement of water caused by Nancy's hands moving over her breasts
made the hair between her legs wave like silky seaweed.  From his position,
he couldn't see the slit of her vagina below that immature tuft of hair,
but he could imagine it.  In his mind he could see the pink of her lips as
he had seen them for real just a few weeks ago.  As he continued to watch
his sister, he pulled his penis through the fly of his pajamas so could
stroke it more fully.  He could feel his balls pulling up tight against the
base of his penis and wished again that he were naked.

After just a few more moments of stroking her breasts and playing with her
nipples, Nancy's hands moved to her crotch.  Alone as she was, she was
obviously enjoying prolonging the pleasure.

She cupped her hand over her entire mound and moved it up and down.  Rusty
couldn't be sure, but it seemed that she must be slipping her middle finger
into her vagina.  Just as he was wishing there was a way he could see more,
Nancy raised her feet and placed them on the rim of the tub.  Then, pushing
against the tub, she pushed her pelvis high out of the water, and pulling
the lips apart, she exposed her clitoris.

This was the first time Rusty had seen this part of his sister.  He still
didn't know exactly what it was, but there at the top of her slit was this
little bud of flesh that seemed to be as red as the end of his penis.
Nancy began to stroke this little rose bud with her fingers, running them
back and forth across it and up and down either side of it.  The more she
did this, the faster her breathing seemed to be.

She began to grunt and pant and her hips began to thrust up and down.  At
the same time, Rusty was sliding his hand up and down the length of his
penis.  It seemed that they were having the same experience, feeling the
same feelings, doing almost the same things.  He wondered about the
similarities, even as he tried not to cum all over Nancy's bedroom door.

Finally, Rusty had an idea that would never have come into his head had he
not been so sexually excited.  He quickly but quietly slipped out of
Nancy's room and back into his own.

Slipping off his pajama bottoms, he knocked on the door to the bathroom.
He could just imagine the startled look on Nancy's face as he heard her
gasp and suddenly sit upright in the tub.  The water sounded like a small
wave machine had been built into the tub as it sloshed back and forth from
the sudden motion of her body.

"What do you want?" Nancy asked, the displeasure clearly evident in her
voice.

"I gotta pee," Rusty answered, "and I gotta go now!"

"Go down to Mom and Dad's bathroom!" Nancy practically yelled.  "I'm trying
to take a bath!"

"I can't go down there right now," pleaded Rusty.  "Just cover yourself
with your washcloth, cause I'm coming in," he whispered desperately.

"I don't have a washcloth!" Nancy responded anxiously, as she heard Rusty
try the doorknob.

As she watched it continue to turn, she realized she had forgotten to lock
it when she came into the bathroom.  There was no way she could prevent him
from entering short of screaming for her parents - something she was not
about to do at this point.

"I don't want to have to put my clothes on, and I don't want to take the
chance that Mom and Dad might see me like this," he said, swinging the door
open and stepping into the room.  He stood briefly just inside the door
with his erect penis thrust out in front of him, it's red head throbbing
slightly.  He saw Nancy's eyes drawn immediately to it, even as she tried
to cover her breasts and her crotch at the same time.

Before she could really grasp the vision before her, Rusty had moved to the
commode which faced the tub and sat down.  Staring at each other for what
seemed like eternity but was actually only a couple of minutes, Nancy said,
"I don't hear anything.  I thought you had to pee."

"I can't pee right away," Rusty answered, "things have to settle down a
little bit first."

Nancy went on, with a little less anger in her voice (after all she had
seen more of him so far than he had seen of her, she thought), "what's the
matter with your penis?"

Rusty was shocked by her use of that word.  They had never spoken to one
another about their sex organs, and most of the guys at school called it a
cock, a dick, or a prick.

"It just gets stiff once in a while," Rusty responded, "and sometimes it
takes awhile to go down.  Here," he said as he got up from the commode and
moved towards the tub, "let me wash your back for you."

As he came towards the tub with his penis bobbing right before her eyes,
Nancy couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like if she touched it.
She knew she could.  He was standing there with it almost level with her
eyes.  With her Mother's explanation of oral sex ringing in her ears, she
said quietly, "I told you I don't have a washcloth."

"That's OK," said Rusty.  "I'll just use my hands and some soap."  With
that he knelt at the tub; and reaching across her body to the soap dish, he
grabbed the soap and plunged it into the water between her knees.  As he
did so, he was pleased to see that Nancy was having a hard time hiding both
breasts effectively with one hand while keeping the other stuffed between
her legs.

With his hands wet and soapy, he began rubbing the bar of soap up and down
her back.  His penis was now hidden from her view, but the proximity of her
breasts to his eyes was making it bounce up and down as if it had a life
and will of its own.  The head of it was rubbing the side of the tub every
time it throbbed up and down.

When he felt Nancy relax a little as he washed her back with his bare right
hand, he suddenly slipped his soapy left hand under her arm and cupped her
left breast.  For just a brief instant, Nancy just sighed and marveled at
how delicious his hand felt on her tit.  But then reality hit her hard, and
she jerked away from him, shoving his hand away.

"You shouldn't do that," she whispered, although she didn't sound angry to
Rusty.  "Go back to your room before we get in trouble."

With this short introduction-to-sex spell broken, Rusty suddenly realized
that their parents' favorite TV program must be almost over.  Still, he
paused at the side of the tub when he stood.

His penis was so hard he knew he was going to masturbate as soon as he got
back to his room.  But Nancy was getting a really good look at his penis,
and it didn't seem to scare her or turn her off, so he wasn't in a hurry to
leave.

The first thing Nancy noticed was the little drop of liquid at the end of
Rusty's penis.  She didn't think it was pee, so she was really curious
about what it might be.  Almost as if in slow motion, he saw Nancy raise
her hand out of the water.  Her breasts came into full view, their nipples
apparently as hard as marbles, as she reached up and tentatively took his
penis in her hand, tickling his balls as she did, and squeezing it gently
as though to see what it felt like.  He thought he saw her tongue slip out
and lick her lips as she fondled him for just an instant.  Then she let go
and told him to leave.

He turned around as he went through the door and saw that Nancy had already
returned to a reclining position in the tub, not bothering to cover
herself, but instead, leaving her hands at her sides.  He didn't see her
lick her fingers.  Pausing for just a moment to feast upon her nakedness,
he realized that she was letting him look at her because he had let her
touch his hardon.  He shut the door as he entered his room and immediately
began to masturbate.  After the episode two weeks ago when he and Rex had a
real mess to clean up, he always kept a box of tissues to catch the results
of his orgasms.

Nancy, on the other hand, finished her bath and after drying off, climbed
into bed where she brought herself to a roaring climax thinking about the
look and feel of her brother's penis, his tight little sack and the fuzzy
down surrounding everything.  She had never dreamed it would all be so
fascinating up close.  She could hardly wait until tomorrow night to share
all of this with Brigitte.

She knew they would play with each other practically the whole night as
they relived the story over and over.

Life at the Brown's house had been pretty much the same the past two weeks
as at the Riggle's house.  Without any keyholes in the bathroom doors, the
kids weren't tempted to peek at each other, and neither gave any indication
of what they had seen at Nancy and Rusty's house.

There was one instance where Brigitte had opened her bathroom door after
her shower to help unfog the mirror.  Rusty had come into her room looking
for his tennis racket and had seen her reflection in the mirror.  He only
had a brief moment to gaze upon her nakedness before she quickly shut the
door.

On another occasion, Rusty had been flopped naked on the couch of the rec
room watching TV after a shower when he thought no one was at home when
Brigitte walked into the room.

She had gotten a brief look at his limp penis and at his bare butt as he
ran to his bedroom to dress.

Neither of these incidents was mentioned to their folks, nor did the kids
make an issue of them with each other.

But that Thursday night when Nancy called all excited and out of breath,
things were different.  Rusty was just about to enter the bathroom for a
shower when he heard Brigitte answer the phone.  As soon as he realized it
was Nancy on the line, he assumed his sister would be on the phone forever
which was customary with these two.  So he figured it would be safe to
leave his bathroom door open a few inches so the mirror wouldn't fog up.
He had just climbed into the shower and pulled down the curtain when
Brigitte hung up the phone.  Nancy had really raised her curiosity but
wouldn't tell her anything on the phone - just that there was something
exciting to talk about.

She knew it had to have something to do with sex since Nancy had
practically come right out and said she was going to play with herself.
Too keyed up to go to bed right away, and realizing that Rex had already
taken command of the shower, Brigitte decided to watch some TV in the rec
room.

As she walked down the hall towards the rec room she heard the theme song
of her parents' favorite program playing on the TV downstairs.  She knew
they wouldn't leave even for commercials for fear of missing part of the
program.  This was part of their quality time together.

As she was about to enter the rec room, she glanced into Rex's darkened
room across the hall and saw light coming from the bathroom.  She knew
instantly that he had left his bathroom door open.  The memory of his limp
penis as he ran from the room the other day, had lingered in her mind ever
since that incident.  The temptation to see more was too great to ignore.
Moving quietly into the room, she realized that the door to the bathroom
was open far enough that she could stand in the shadows and watch her
brother's reflection in the mirror.  She had enjoyed that new shower
curtain since the day it was installed because she could watch herself take
a shower.  As her body began to develop, her enjoyment had increased.

Now she was especially glad because with the fog resistant quality of the
curtain and the door open to prevent the mirror from fogging up, she could
see everything clearly.  As she stepped onto a small stool Rex kept by the
door to reach the upper shelves of his closet so she could have a better
view, Rex was just washing his hair.  Facing the mirror as he was, Brigitte
had a fascinating view of his entire body, from head to knees.  She hadn't
really noticed his muscles before, but as he shampooed his hair, she
noticed the flatness of his stomach and the ripple of muscles across his
abdomen.  Then her eyes trailed on down his body past his belly button and
feasted on his groin.

Again she marveled at the sparse growth of hair around his genitals which
reminded her of her own.  Finally she was getting an extended view of his
limp penis as it hung between his legs.

She had seen it hard as a rock two weeks ago at Nancy's house, but hadn't
seen it soft except for that brief moment in the rec room.  She watched
mesmerized as it swung gently back and forth with the movement of his arms.
The little sack underneath it seemed to hang down a lot further than she
remembered from her first exposure to it at Nancy's house.

After rinsing his hair, Rex took the soap and began washing his body.  He
first rubbed the soap over all the areas he could reach, including his
groin.  Brigitte's heart seemed to flutter as she watched the soap glide
over and around his genitals.  Rex put the soap back in the dish and began
building the soap into a lather all over his body, beginning with his arms
and chest and then moving to his legs and buttocks, all the time facing the
mirror.  As Brigitte saw him look up and across the room once in awhile,
she realized that he, too, enjoyed watching himself in the mirror as he
showered.

Just as it was beginning to seem like he would never get around to washing
the "good" parts, Brigitte saw his hands move to his groin.  His penis had
grown a little bit as soon as he had rubbed the soap around it, and she had
watched it twitch lightly as he washed the rest of his body.  Now, as he
began to pay more attention to his pubic area, she watched with growing
excitement as his penis came alive.  All too soon it was sticking straight
out from his body.  Brigitte could feel herself getting wet.

Knowing that her parents were well occupied, and feeling safe that Rex
couldn't see her, she unzipped her shorts and let them slip to the floor.
As her brother continued to fondle himself, she slipped one hand under her
shirt to squeeze her breasts and the other under the waistband of her
panties.  She was getting wetter by the minute.

Rex was staring at his reflection in the mirror, watching his penis grow
and become stiff.

Soap suds covered everything.  As he turned sideways to allow the shower to
rinse the soap away, Brigitte was given a profile view.  His penis seemed
to quiver as it stuck out from his body.  Rex was looking over his left
shoulder at his reflection in the mirror, and Brigitte realized he was
seeing the same thing she did.  She wondered what he was thinking.  As he
turned back towards the mirror, her brother again took his penis in his
hand and began to stroke it slowly.  She noticed that sometimes he seemed
to grip his hardness more tightly so that the skin was pulled along the
shaft to the head of his penis as his hand moved in that direction.

Then as his hand moved back towards his stomach, the skin moved back away
from the head which was getting really red.  At other times, Rex's hand
would just glide back and forth over his cock (she had heard one of the
girls at school call it that as she talked about seeing her own brother in
the shower) without moving the skin. Brigitte's own hand was just as busy
fingering her clitoris and slipping her fingers up and down between the wet
lips of her vagina.  She was beginning to wonder what it must feel like to
be doing what Rex was doing.

Suddenly, Rex turned the shower off and drawing up the curtain, he stepped
out into the bathroom.  His penis loomed even larger in Brigitte's eyes as
she wondered fearfully if it was all over.

With her shorts around her ankles, she couldn't risk trying to leave for
fear of falling off the stool.

The she saw Rex lean towards the sink and grab her bottle of hand lotion.
With that he climbed back into the shower and dropped the curtain; however,
he did not turn the shower back on.

She watched as he squirted a large blob of lotion into the palm of his
hand.
  "So this is what's happening to all my hand lotion," she thought to
herself.  Rex then took his penis in his hand and rubbed the lotion all
over it and the sack beneath it.  Holding his penis against his belly with
one hand, he rubbed lotion all over his sack gently, back and forth,
obviously enjoying it. As he did this, his sister realized that the sack
was not hanging down loosely like before, but was drawn up snug against the
base of his cock as she had seen it at Nancy's house.

She continued to stare and stroke herself as Rex began to take his penis
into one hand after the other.  First one hand would start at the base and
rub upwards towards the head.  Then the other hand would follow suit.  As
he did this, his hands began to move faster and faster.  She saw by his
reflection in the mirror that he was watching himself and his breathing was
becoming fast and jerky just as hers was.  She even feared he might hear
her now that the shower wasn't running.  Soon, Rex's right hand took over
as he stroked himself faster and faster.  She saw him bend his knees
slightly and spread his legs.  In this position, she could clearly see his
little sack moving up and down with each stroke of his hand.

All of a sudden, just as she was thrusting her own finger as far into her
vagina as it would go, she heard Rex groan, his eyes widen, and some of
that whitish stuff spurted out of the end of his penis and splashed against
the shower curtain.  This was just like she had seen the other night at
Nancy's house, and she wondered again what that stuff was.  As she watched
it slide down the curtain, she also watched her brother's hand moving more
and more slowly on his cock.  Eventually he stopped, turned the shower back
on and finished his shower.  Brigitte pulled her shorts up and stepped down
off of the stool, but she waited in darkness for Rex to leave the shower.

As he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, she had one last
wonderful look at his penis.  It wasn't sticking out straight any more, but
it wasn't quite as limp as it had been when she saw him washing his hair.
Not having reached her own orgasm, Brigitte quietly slipped from her
brother's room and went back to her own.  Here she slipped out of her
clothes and lay naked on her bed, having closed her hall door as she came
in.  She lay there for quite some time listening to Rex dry his hair and
move about the bathroom.

She heard her mom and dad turn off the TV and knew they would be up soon to
say goodnight, so she slipped naked under the covers.  While she waited,
she continued to think about what she had just seen.  Her brother's body
was a real turn on and since she had not reached her own orgasms yet, the
memories of what she had seen just continued to stoke the undampened fires
of her sexual arousal.  She continued to finger herself until she heard her
parents coming up the stairs.

Her mom actually suggested that Brigitte might have a temperature, but was
easily convinced that everything was fine.  While she waited, an idea began
to form in her mind.  She was shocked that she would even consider such a
thing, but her aroused condition seemed to give her unusual courage and
audacity.

When she was sure that her parents had gone to bed, she got up and slipped
on the top to a two piece nightgown.  The top came to a point about halfway
between her crotch and her knees.

The bottom piece, which she didn't bother to put on, was just a short
frilly thing that looked like nothing more than oversized panties.  But
without it, she felt deliciously exposed.

Tip toeing into the hallway, she checked to make sure the downstairs was
dark.  Since her parents' room was caddy-cornered across the house from
Rex's, she felt certain that she and Rex could talk without disturbing
them.  As she looked toward Rex's room she noticed that his bedside lamp
was still on.  So she walked down the hall and stopped in the doorway.  He
was reading a magazine and had one hand under the sheet which covered him.

>From the way he was holding the magazine and the fact that one of his
hands was under the sheet, Brigitte immediately guessed that he was looking
at the same magazine that he and Rusty had been reading two weeks ago at
Rusty's house.  Hoping he wouldn't be angry, she tapped on the door frame.
Rex jerked his head up, startled at the sound.  Seeing her there, he
hurriedly shoved the magazine under his pillow.

"Can I come in?" Brigitte asked.

"Uh, sure," Rex answered hesitantly.  "What's on your mind?"

"I couldn't sleep and just thought we could talk and joke around a little,"
she responded lightly.  Then moving quickly, she jumped up on Rex's bed and
crossed her legs Indian fashion.

The sheet slipped a good bit lower on Rex's body as she did this, and he
made a grab to keep himself covered up.  As they sat and talked, Brigitte
hoped she wasn't being too obvious, but she purposely "forgot" to keep her
hands in her lap all the time.  Without them to hold down the front of her
nighty, she knew it would not adequately cover what was between her legs.
And with the light from the night table streaming over Rex's right shoulder
towards her, she hoped it was lighting the way, so to speak.

As they talked and laughed about things at school and jokes they had heard,
she watched her brother's eyes stray from her face down to her lap.  She
was moving around on the bed so much that he had to hold the sheet down on
either side of himself.  This pulled the sheet tight across his lap.

Brigitte could sense that he was getting to see that part of her body that
was normally hidden from him, and looking at his lap, she could tell he was
reacting to what he saw.  In spite of all his efforts, she could see the
sheet across his loins begin to rise and flutter occasionally.

Getting more bold, she suddenly got up on her knees and started tickling
her brother.  He had always liked to be tickled, and had never fought her
whenever she tried it.  Usually they ended up tickling each other, and
tonight was no exception.  Trying to hold down their laughter so they
wouldn't wake up their parents, they tossed and turned and squirmed and
wiggled.  Every once in a while, one of Rex's hands would stray across
Brigitte's chest.  The last time they had done this there wasn't anything
to prevent him from tickling her chest.

Now, whenever he forgot that her body was changing, he got a handful of
breast when he tried to tickle her there.  While he always said "sorry,"
Brigitte didn't seem to mind and just kept tickling him.  Her nighty had
ridden up to the point where it wasn't covering anything.  He got several
glimpses of the hair between her legs and even her bare behind.

And every so often, Brigitte would somehow get her leg or arm or hand
caught up between his legs rubbing against his penis and testicles. At one
point he found that somehow the tables had turned and she was on her back
with him tickling her.  Of course, in this position, the sheet was
providing him with no cover at all and the continuing glances at his
sister's nether region combined with the occasional brush of his hand
across her breasts and her leg between his legs had given him a tremendous
hard on.  Stopping and sitting back on his heels to catch his breath, he
noticed that his sister's loins were totally exposed.  Surprisingly enough
she didn't seem perturbed about this and made no move to cover up.

Then looking at her face, he realized why.  While he had been looking at
her, she had been staring at his lap.  Looking down, he realized he had no
covers either and his raging hard on was sticking out for her to see.

The two of them just sat there looking at each other's most private parts,
mesmerized beyond word or action.  Rex thought his sister's crotch was
beautiful, with it's light downy covering of hair.

He could easily see the lips of her vagina and noted with pleasure that she
didn't have nearly as much hair down there as the ladies in the Playboy
magazine he had been reading.  For her part, Brigitte was glad she had come
in here.  She was getting to look at Rex's throbbing hard on and he wasn't
doing anything to hide it from her.

Tentatively, she reached out her hand and rubbed her open fingers from
behind the sack that hung closely to the base of his crotch up along the
under side of his penis.
  When she reached the tip, she wrapped her fingers around the length of it
and stroked gently.  Rex seemed to shudder, closing his eyes and groaning
softly.  Just then, the kids heard their Dad calling from the bottom of the
stairs, telling them to stop rough housing and get to sleep.

Evidently their tickling had awakened him.  With the spell broken, Brigitte
slipped quickly out of bed while Rex covered himself with the sheet.
Brigitte returned to her room through the bathroom to avoid the hallway.
This was certainly a night they would remember.  Now she had something to
share with Nancy tomorrow night.


End of Chapter 3