Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 20:15:49 CST From: K Ration Subject: Family Friends - Chapter 7 Family Friends Chapter Seven Sibling Togetherness, Part I Sunday was a hectic day at both the Riggle's and the Brown's. They all went to lunch together after church and then headed home to take care of indoor and outdoor chores. The men and boys took care of mowing and trimming the lawns, cleaning the pool, etc. while the women and girls cleaned house and did the laundry in preparation for the upcoming week. By nightfall, everyone was ready to hit the sack early. Monday morning dawned as a beautiful clear day that promised to be hot as well. The weather forecast was for clear skies and high temperatures all week. Rusty awoke with his usual morning erection and had trouble hiding it when he went down to breakfast still in his pajamas. He met Nancy at the head of the stairs, and the way she looked at him, he was pretty sure she had seen it making a tent out of the front of his pj's. He tried to sit at the table quickly so his mom wouldn't see the condition he was in. Unbeknown to him, however, his mother had seen him as he reached the bottom of the stairs and knew exactly what the situation was. She hadn't washed the semen stains from his undershorts several times, now, without knowing he was coming of age. She smiled to herself as she scrambled the eggs with her back to the table for Rusty's benefit. Nancy gave her brother what she hoped was a "knowing" smile as he sat with his hands in his lap. After their folks had gone to work, Rusty and Nancy went back upstairs and turned on the TV. They weren't in any hurry to get out of their pj's, and they liked to channel surf through the Discovery, Learning and History channels for awhile before they began their day. Besides, they had nothing planned for this Monday morning. On the way, thinking of Rusty's hardon at breakfast, Nancy had stopped in her room and removed the bottoms of her pj's. Now, as Rusty sat in a chair set at an angle to the couch she was on, it was easy for her to draw her feet up to her buttocks and pretend she didn't know she was showing anything. She did know, however, that her crotch was visible to Rusty because she could see his hand in his lap. Rusty, on the other hand, thought the way he was sitting allowed him to touch himself every once in awhile without Nancy seeing him. This game of pretend went on for an hour or so as the kids continued to channel surf, each getting more and more excited. Nancy couldn't help but think of how it had felt the other night when she grabbed Rusty's penis. Eventually, she got up and left the room, saying that she was going to take her bath. Rusty listened as she ran her bath water and fantasized about his experience Friday night. Soon, to his surprise, Nancy called him. He went to his bathroom door which he found slightly ajar. "Yes?" he said. "Would you wash my back, please?" Nancy asked. Stepping into the bathroom, he found Nancy with her hands folded in her lap. This didn't do much to cover her breasts, but it hid her crotch effectively. "Sure," Randy answered. "Where's the washcloth?" Seeing him standing there in his pajama bottoms, his penis making a tent in the front, Nancy said, "I don't have one." With a shy look on her face, she asked, "Are you going to take those off?" Rusty noticed her face seemed flushed, and he guessed correctly that his probably was too. Something exciting was going on here. "I guess so," he said, "if it's OK with you." "Go ahead," replied Nancy. "After all, I'm already naked." As Rusty pushed his pajama bottoms down off his hips, Nancy moved her arms to the side and rested her hands on the bottom of the tub on the outside of her legs. She knew this was exposing her chest and her crotch to his eager gaze. She swallowed hard as the waistband of his pajamas slipped past his penis and it sprang into view. As he stood next to the tub looking down at his sister's breasts and that beautiful furry region between her legs, he could see Nancy feasting her eyes on his cock. He didn't want to move for fear of breaking the spell. Pretty soon, Nancy asked with a quiver in her voice, "Can I touch it?" Rusty almost died with relief and expectation. He remembered what it had felt like Friday night. "Sure," he said breathlessly, "if you want to." Nancy reached up with her left hand and slowly stroked her fingers along the underside of his hairless scrotum. Like hers, his pubic hair was almost all gathered around the area just above his genitals, leaving everything else still youthfully bare. She played with his nuts for a couple of minutes, staring at his penis as it throbbed violently in reaction to her hand movements. She found this reaction fascinating. Soon she moved her fingers up the length of his penis, drawing them with butterfly touches from base to head several times. Rusty couldn't let this go on for long, however, because he felt himself nearing the edge. So in spite of the exquisite feelings he was having, he forced himself to kneel next to the tub and begin splashing water over Nancy's back. When she made no move to cover herself, he used his left hand to splash water over her chest and stomach several times. Drawing the water from between her legs as he was, it could easily have been accidental when his hand brushed along the length of her pussy on the upswing. He saw her body jerk and heard her gasp as he touched her down there for the first time, but he wanted to drag out this experience as long as possible. So he reached across the tub for the soap with an exaggerated body movement which brought his mouth close to her breast. Without really knowing why, he took her left breast into his mouth, licking the hardening nipple as he did. This time, Nancy arched her back with a loud gasp of pleasure which simply thrust her breast more firmly against his lips. As he continued to suck on and lick her left boob, he brought the soap up to her right one. Rubbing the soap over and around her right breast a few times, he dropped the soap and continued to rub his hand over and over this sensitive area. He could tell his sister was enjoying this by her rapid breathing and the way she kept pushing her chest into his hand and mouth. Leaving her breast, his hand trailed its way down across her stomach to the spot of fur at the top of her vagina. He played with this area for awhile, enjoying the response it generated. Then he moved his hand, almost by instinct, further down and over her vaginal lips, rubbing them as he had seen her doing. Soon he was running his middle finger along the slit of her vagina and up to her clitoris. He was looking for the button he had barely seen Friday night but which he had seen her and Brigitte playing with on two occasions. When he found it, Nancy about went ballistic. She raised her buttocks off the floor of the tub by pushing with her arms, encouraging Rusty's finger movements. By this time, Rusty had taken his mouth from her breast and was looking where his hand was. "You have a beautiful body, Nancy," he said. "It's a lot prettier than the pictures in the magazines. I can see your lips and everything. Your pussy is beautiful. I don't want to stop. I want to bring you to a finish. Am I doing it right?" he continued. "Yes, you're doing it right. God that feels good. Better than when I do it, better than when Brigitte does it even." With that admission, Nancy's eyes snapped open in shocked embarrassment. "That's OK," Rusty said. "Rex and I play with each other, too. It's more fun when somebody else does it for you." As Nancy laid back in the tub, unable to hold herself up on her arms and hands any longer, Rusty had a better view than before. This also allowed him to use his right hand to play with her breasts and he continued to finger her clitoris with his left. Nancy closed her eyes and gave herself over to his ministrations. She could hardly believe what was happening, what she had started. But it felt so good to have a boy's hand in her crotch and caressing her breasts. Pretty soon she was raising her hips high out of the water against the pressure of Rusty's hand. As she neared her climax, she began thrusting rapidly up and down, splashing water over the rim of the tub. Knowing instinctively that she was reaching her climax, Rusty speeded up the motion of his fingers against her clitoris. He thought she was going to drown herself as her body began to shudder and convulse in a massive release of sexual tension as her climax rolled over her in waves. She gasped and cried out in small whimpering sounds, a look of pure pleasure on her face. Rusty's penis was bouncing up and down against the tub almost in rhythm to her convulsions. When she had finally relaxed, Rusty sat back on his heels as they both recovered and caught their breath. His penis throbbed painfully in his lap, sticking out as hard as he had ever known it. Nancy sat up in the tub and looked over at him, staring blatantly at his throbbing erection. There was no longer any pretense or hesitation in letting him know that she wanted to see everything. "Your penis is fascinating," she said. "Look how red it is and how shiny the end of it is. It's so hard!" Rusty was speechless. "I think it's beautiful," Nancy continued. "And it feels great in my hand." "Do you really think so?" Rusty responded, his hand moving to his lap to stroke his cock gently. "I sure do," Nancy answered. "Here," she said, getting out of the tub, "let me do that for you." As Rusty lay back on the bathroom floor, Nancy knelt straddling his legs. She grasped his erection with her right hand and began gently stroking up and down as she had seen him and Rex doing, drawing the skin up to the head of his penis and back down again. She was fascinated by the way the skin moved and how hard his penis was. The skin was so soft and his penis so hard. With her left hand, she reached down and stroked the sack under his erection, noticing that it was pulled up tight against the base of his penis. She kept moving her gaze from her brother's cock to his face, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face as well as the look and feel of his penis. Once in a while she would stop stroking and simply squeeze his dick. Soon she noticed some clear liquid begin to bubble up out of the end of his organ. Pushing his penis back against his stomach so he could see, she asked "What's this stuff?" Rusty lifted his head and looked at his cock. "I don't know but I rubbed some off of Rex's penis Friday night and tasted it. It doesn't have any flavor." When he realized what he had just said, his eyes popped open in shock. The look on his sister's face, however, wasn't one of disgust but one of quizzical interest. "You didn't know I did the same thing that night I first touched your penis, did you?" she said. And with that she squeezed some of the fluid from the end of his penis onto her finger and licked it off with her tongue as Rusty watched. Rusty was amazed as she said, "You're right, it doesn't have any flavor." At this point, Nancy moved so she was lying between his legs, her face so close to his cock he could feel her breath. He found that it was even more exciting to keep his eyes open and watch her playing with him, so he raised his arms behind him and held his head up so he could see. Nancy was staring at his penis intently as she continued to stroke her hand up and down, up and down, slowly, gently. All of a sudden, Nancy lowered her head and drew his penis into her mouth. Rusty almost climaxed right then. It felt marvelous. He couldn't have imagined a feeling such as this. Nancy heard his sharp intake of air and felt him thrust his hips against her mouth. She let her saliva flow so his penis was good and wet. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she had looked forward to trying this ever since she had gone down on Brigitte. She moved her head up and down the length of his cock, running her tongue around it and along the length of it. Remembering what her mother had said about the mouth and tongue being more flexible than a vagina, she tried to do as much with them as possible. All too soon, Rusty gasped that he was near his climax. "I'm ready," he gasped, "you'd better watch out!" Not knowing what that white stuff was or how it would taste, Nancy took her mouth off of his penis and replaced it with her hand. She pumped her hand up and down his penis rapidly as she had seen him do. All of a sudden, white stuff was spurting out all over the place. It seemed to go on forever, flying out and falling all over his stomach and her hand. She continued to stroke him more slowly as his climax continued, his back arched up off of the floor. She noticed that his face was almost as red as his cock, his breathing rapid and shallow. Finally, he sank back to the floor and began breathing more normally. Opening his eyes and looking at his stomach and then at his sister, he said, "quite a mess, huh?" "Not so bad, really," she answered. "I think it's amazing - exciting, too. I'm wet all over again." Taking her hand from around his penis and drawing it to her lips, she said, "I wonder what this stuff tastes like." Rusty watched in amazement as she proceeded to lick a good sized glob of that unknown white stuff from her hand. "Not all that bad," she said. "Kind of bitter and not something I'd want to make a steady diet of, but not bad. Do you want to know what it tastes like?" Rusty was still coming down from his climax and wasn't paying too much attention, but some subconscious thought prompted him to respond, "Yeah." Surprised, Nancy lifted a blob from his stomach with her finger and reached up to his mouth. Without thinking about what he was doing, Rusty took her finger into his mouth and sucked off what she was offering him. "She was right," he thought to himself, "I wouldn't want a steady diet of it, but not a terrible taste. I just hope it isn't something that will make us sick. I need to have a talk with Dad and find out what this stuff is." Nancy got up and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it in the water still in the tub. She knelt between her brother's legs and proceeded to clean that white stuff off of her hands and his stomach and legs. Fortunately the floor was ceramic tile because some of it had slid down his legs to the floor. As she began washing his limp penis with the warm washcloth, it began to grow hard in her hand. She watched with fascination as it went from soft to hard, standing erect from his crotch. She had seen it limp at the pool on Saturday and she had seen it hard on numerous occasions, but this was the first time she had seen the transition. It was amazing, and it turned her on to the point that Rusty noticed the change in her breathing and the flushed look on her face. This did a great deal for his ego, knowing that just getting a hardon could excite her. As he watched her looking at his cock, he reached down and wrapped his right hand around it and began to slowly stroke himself up and down as she had done. His sister seemed hypnotized by his hand motions, sitting there motionless, watching him. He could tell she was getting more and more excited. The way she was kneeling between his legs, it was easy for him to raise up on his left arm and move his right hand from his cock to his sister's pussy. As he began rubbing her with the whole palm of his hand, her breathing became even more ragged. She soon changed positions so that she was lying on her back on the bathroom floor, just as Rusty had earlier. Her brother continued to stroke her vagina with one hand and her breasts with the other. To do this, he lay down between her legs. Will he know what to do with his mouth? Nancy wondered. She could feel his hot breath against her legs and waited with anticipation to see what he would do. She didn't have to wait long. Evidently taking his cue from what she had just done for him, he lowered his head to her crotch, his tongue licking tentatively along the hairless lips of her vagina. Nancy's body shook with the delicious pleasure his wet, warm tongue was giving her. Sensing this, Rusty continued his explorations. She tastes almost as sweet as she looks, he thought to himself. As he licked her lips from bottom to top, they soon opened up and allowed his tongue to slip inside. As his hands gently massaged her breasts, his tongue started sinking more deeply into her vagina. Some instinct, and perhaps the memory of watching her insert her finger into this orifice, drove him to seek out the depths of her sex. As he probed deeper, she raised her hips off the floor to give him greater access. Eventually, as her breathing became more ragged, he moved his right hand down and replaced his tongue with his middle finger. His tongue then sought out that little button at the top of his sister's vagina that he had played with earlier. When he found it, her body jerked with pleasure, and she began to moan softly. He continued to stroke his finger in and out as his tongue licked her clitoris rapidly up and down and back and forth. Nancy couldn't keep her hips still and began thrusting against his mouth, willing him to put more pressure against her clitoris with his tongue. Her own hands moved to cup and massage her breasts, replacing her brother's left hand which then moved down to caress the small tuft of hair at the top of her pussy. As Nancy neared her climax, her moans and groans became louder. She had never felt such pleasure. This was better, even, than when Brigitte had gone down on her. Rusty seemed to escalate his own finger and tongue actions with every moan, and since their parents were at work, she didn't try to restrain herself. Soon she was completely engulfed in the throes of orgasm, her hips slapping against the floor as she thrust them at Rusty's mouth, her grunts of ecstasy in rhythm with her thrusts. When her climax was complete, her body glistened with a fine coat of sweat. As she lay recovering, Rusty raised himself to his knees, straddling her thighs, his new hardon throbbing and bouncing up and down. To Nancy, it was still one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The position her brother was in placed his penis directly over her vagina, so she could see her hair and his hairless balls almost touching. As she stared at him, Rusty reached up with his right hand and began stroking his cock. "Yes, Rusty," Nancy said, "make yourself shoot that stuff again. It's unbelievably exciting to watch you play with yourself." Rusty just grunted as he masturbated with one hand and stroked his sister's breasts with the other. Nancy went on, "Look how red your penis is getting. Look at the hole in the end. Look how your balls bounce up and down as you masturbate." And reaching her right hand around him, she began stroking her clitoris rapidly with her middle finger. Rusty squirmed forward to make it easier for her to reach her crotch, placing his penis just below her breasts. The two of them continued to play with themselves as they moved towards a joint climax. "I watched you playing with yourself in the tub that night I came in naked," Rusty said. "It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen." "I thought so," said Nancy. "Brigitte and I watched through the keyhole as you and Rex played with yourselves and each other just a few nights before that. We were looking through the keyhole as you shot that white stuff all over the place." "I thought so," Rusty answered, continuing to stroke himself. "We found Brigitte's panties on the floor under the sink and figured you might have been watching. We watched you two do the same thing." Talking about watching each other while they played with themselves, drove them to a rapid climax, Nancy thrusting her hips off the floor against her hand, Rusty shooting that sticky white stuff all over his sister's breasts and throat. That was a massive turn on for both of them. When they had come down off of their respective orgasms, they took a shower together, using plenty of soap and hand motions to get all of Rusty's "stuff" off of each other. "What is that stuff?" Nancy asked. "I don't know for sure, but Rex does it, too, so I guess it's OK. I'm going to ask Dad about it some night this week." "I wonder what Rex and Brigitte are doing," Nancy said as they each turned to their own bedrooms to get dressed. Part II next week.