Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 10:00:27 -0800 (PST) From: Jane Stephens Subject: Spying on Sister, Chapter 2 SPYING ON SISTER 2 by little lez janie (c) January 2001 (Hi. It's me again. Due to a surprisingly good response, I have decided to add a second (and probably a third) part to my most recent story, "Spying on Sister." As always, this one makes more sense if you've read the first part, especially since I alluded to future events in the final paragraph, so I encourage you to catch up if you haven't already. Comments are still welcome at jsher2003@yahoo.com, so e- mail me. Enjoy!) Back at the breakfast table on Monday morning, young Christine could hardly believe how much had changed since this same time the previous Friday. After being so sure that her weekend would be ruined by her struggle with her desire to touch herself, everything was suddenly and unexpectedly different. First, her friend Laura, a year and a half (and one grade) older, had briefly explained masturbation to the curious seventh-grader. Then she had gotten the best education imaginable; she came home and caught her sixteen-year-old sister Beth masturbating to a porn flick. After learning all she could from her older sister, Christine seized the opportunity to watch the movie and have her very first orgasm after Beth had left. All weekend long, over and over, Christine recalled the images she had seen as she touched herself -- in her bedroom, in the bathtub. She even got bold on Sunday morning while her parents were at church and fingered herself to a satisfying orgasm in their room! "I must have climaxed six or seven times this weekend," the young girl thought. All traces of her previous inhibitions about masturbation were long gone, and Christine had only one goal for school that day. She had to tell Laura that she had finally done it. As Christine made her way to her locker that morning, she realized she wasn't going to have to search Laura out to tell her the news; Laura was looking for her. When their eyes met, Laura ran over to her. "Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry. I hate that I left you hanging like that," she said apologetically. Christine smiled and said, "It's okay; I figured it out myself." Laura's eyes lit up and her mouth displayed a wide smile as she said, "Really? Oh, wow! That's great!" "What's great?" interrupted their other friend Jess, who had just found the girls. "Uh...nothing really," said Laura. "Chris was just telling me about something that happened on TV this weekend." Jess looked confused for a moment before saying, "Oh," and excusing herself for class. Christine thought seriously about telling Laura the rest of the story, about Beth and the porn movie, but decided against it. School was a breeze that day for Christine. When the bell rung, she grabbed her backpack, said a quick goodbye to her friends and disappeared out the door. Sure enough, Beth was waiting for her, impatiently, of course. When they arrived at the house, Christine said she needed a bath. Beth gave her younger sister a funny look that the girl couldn't quite make out, then went to her bedroom. Christine dismissed the look and grabbed some clean clothes before heading off to the bathroom. There, with the door locked, she undressed as she turned the bath water on. The girl eased into the steamy water and settled back, letting her thoughts wander. She made it a point to wash her hair and body before she got carried away. After those chores were done, it was time to relax. The girl sat back and began to caress her budding breasts. She imagined herself masturbating in other, riskier places. She thought of touching herself in the bathroom at school, and in the garage. She pictured herself, jeans and panties around her ankles, sitting on the steps and bringing herself to an orgasm in the basement. Christine stopped touching her boobs and instead focused on her young pussy again. Spreading her lips, she found her clit, which was already hard with excitement. The girl began to massage the tiny organ. Before she could get too far, Christine was interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. "Sis, it's Laura on the phone," said her sister rudely. "Can you bring me the cordless?" asked Christine. With a loud sigh, Beth removed the key from the wall and unlocked the bathroom door. She walked toward the bathtub with the phone in her hand. Christine desperately hoped it wasn't obvious what she had been doing, but her red face and stiff nipples were a little clue. Beth pretended not to notice and handed the girl the phone before walking out, locking the door behind her. "Hello?" Christine answered. "Hey, it's me," came the voice on the other end. "Sorry. I was just taking a bath," said Christine. Laura giggled and said, "Yeah, I'll bet you were just taking a bath." "Stop that!" Christine said, trying to sound angry. Both girls broke into giggles and then silence. "I just can't believe that you had never done it before," said the older friend. "I started when I was 11." Christine thought for a second before responding, "Yeah, but you don't have the same kind of parents I do." Laura admitted this was true. An awkward silence accompanied the scant conversation for the next few minutes. Then, with Christine in the middle of a story about school, Laura accidentally yelped. "What was that? Are you OK?" inquired the concerned younger girl. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," stammered Laura. Christine pressed her friend to tell her what was wrong, until the older girl finally gave in and said, "OK, I was playing with myself. Are you happy now?" Christine didn't know what to say. She had certainly not expected that, although she had been doing the same thing the entire time they had been talking. Almost without thinking, she replied, "Me too." "Well, don't let me stop you," said Laura, and the phone fell silent again, as both girls sat and concentrated on their young pussies. Christine broke the silence and innocently inquired, "Where are you?" Laura answered that she was home alone, so she was in the living room on the loveseat. Without any more questions, she confessed to her friend that she was wearing only a t-shirt, which was pushed up above her breasts. Laura's mind conjured an image of her friend loving herself in the bathtub, an image that sent a thrill through her. This was very unusual; she had never thought about another girl before, but the feeling was too wonderful to pass up. She let the image run free in her mind as her hand picked up the pace. Meanwhile, Christine was facing the same issue in her bathtub. She imagined Laura the way the girl had just described herself, and the mental picture brought a whole new level of desire to the eager young girl. She, too, began to masturbate faster as she pictured her friend doing likewise in her living room. She had not seen Laura naked before, so she was forced to conjure up an image of how her friend might look. Christine's mental image zoomed in on Laura's soaking pussy, surrounded by dark blonde hair. Each girl imagined what the other was doing, and pretty soon, there were stifled moans on both ends of the phone. As silence fell again, Laura thought she would break the ice this time. "Wow, I had never done that before," she said, kicking herself for saying something so lame. Christine was still coming down from her climax; finally she gathered herself and said, "Me neither." Laura brought up something about school, thinking that her friend may be a bit uncomfortable by this point. The two talked for a few minutes, then Laura said, "Hey, you wanna come over and watch TV tonight?" Christine replied, "Sure! But I don't think mom and dad will let me stay." "That's OK," said the older girl. The girls set a time and said goodbye. When her parents returned, Christine convinced her mom to take her to Laura's, promising to be home by 10. When she dropped her off, the girl nearly ran to her friend's door and rang the doorbell. Laura met her at the door. Both girls had dressed modestly, still a little self-conscious about the afternoon's phone conversation. Christine had worn jeans and an old sweater, while Laura wore a sweatsuit. "My folks are upstairs already. Dad's doing some work, and I think mom's taking a bath, then she'll probably go to bed." The girls turned their attention to the TV for a minute before Laura asked, "Are you uncomfortable about...you know?" Christine shyly nodded before asking, "Does that make us lesbians?" Laura laughed before replying, "No. Lots of girls actually watch each other do that, and it doesn't make them lesbians." Christine was satisfied by this answer; at least it put her guilt to rest. Christine thought and thought and finally chose to tell her friend the truth. "Laura, I want to know something. If I learned by watching somebody, would that be bad?" Laura again assured the girl that it was OK. "Well, I did learn by watching somebody," said Christine. Laura had figured this from the question. "Who?" she asked. Christine paused for a moment and replied, "Beth." Laura's eyes widened with surprise. She wanted to know all about it. Christine spilled the whole story -- she told Laura about the movie and what her sister had done while she watched it, and about how she later watched it and mimicked Beth's actions. Laura was both shocked and intrigued. She could feel her pussy growing very wet underneath her sweat pants. She tried to keep that to herself, promising herself that she would use that in her bedroom later. Christine was very bubbly all of a sudden; when she first came in, she seemed incredibly uncomfortable, but now she was talking incessantly. Then, out of the blue, she asked Laura, "Do you think Jess does it too?" Laura was fairly certain that she did; one time she had spent the night with Jess, and the girl had disappeared into the bathroom for about half an hour after she thought Laura was asleep. Instead, she answered, "Maybe. I know how we could find out." "How?" Christine asked, a little suspicious. "Let's have a sleepover here Friday night -- we'll invite Jess and we'll ask her." Christine was a little pessimistic. "We'll just ask her?" she said with a frown. "You think she'll tell the truth?" Laura smiled at her friend. "If we do, I think she will." The week came and went quickly. Christine continued to masturbate daily, as did Laura, although they didn't have any more phone adventures. Laura told both girls about her sleepover at school the next day. Finally, Friday afternoon came. "Can your mom pick me up when she takes you over, Chris?" asked Jess as the girls walked home; Beth had cheerleading practice again and couldn't pick her sister up. "I'm sure she won't mind," said Christine. The girls said their goodbyes as they split up to go to their respective houses. After a couple of hours of homework, it was time to go to Laura's. At her house, Laura was preparing for her friends' arrival. She had seized an opportunity while she was home alone to snoop around her parents' room. Sure enough, she found what she had always known was there -- a collection of pornos. With no boxes, she had to guess which one would be good. Finally, she chose one and hid it in her dresser. She thought to herself how funny it was that the three of them had never slept over together; she had stayed with both girls at different times, but they had never all spent the night in the same house at the same time. Christine and Jess arrived at 6 p.m., just as they were supposed to. Laura hadn't had time to change out of her school clothes yet, so she let them in and disappeared to her room to change. She returned wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and it was obvious to both friends that she wasn't wearing a bra. Laura's parents arrived soon after that, and the girls did typical sleepover things -- watched movies, ate, and talked about boys -- until Laura's parents said good night and retired for the evening. Laura then suggested, "Come on, let's move this party upstairs." Christine was shocked when she saw her friend's room -- immaculately clean, for once. She and Jess took turns changing into their night clothes in the bathroom, and soon all three girls were sitting on Laura's bed, clad only in loose shorts and oversized t-shirts. Christine was wearing no panties, but she wasn't sure about the other girls. As they talked and watched television, Christine and Laura each searched their minds desperately, trying to think of a way to bring up the subject casually. They were both pleasantly surprised when Jess suggested a game of truth or dare. The other two tried to contain their excitement as they agreed to play. Jess started the game by asking Laura, "Truth or dare?". Laura thought before responding, "Truth." Christine was disappointed when Jess asked Laura a not-very-personal question about a boy she had kissed. Laura glumly answered the question and proceeded with the game. She skipped Christine and went back to Jess, who selected truth. To Christine's surprise, Laura asked their friend point-blank, "Do you ever play with yourself?" Jess' mouth dropped open and her face turned three shades of red. "Well, I'm not going to answer that unless you two answer it also." Both girls didn't blink before replying, "Yes, I do." Jess was shocked at their forthrightness, but she, too, admitted that she masturbated. "How often?" asked Laura. Jess frowned thoughtfully before answering, "About every other day. Sometimes everyday. What about you?". Laura again answered honestly, "Gosh, everyday. What about you, Chris?" The younger girl gave a bit more detail, which was no surprise to Laura. "Everyday for the past week," said the girl. Laura, pretending that she hadn't heard the details before, pressed Christine for specifics. Christine held a quick debate in her mind about whether or not she should share the entire story with her much more conservative friend Jess. Finally, she decided to forge ahead and spilled the whole story, about Beth and the porn flick. She left out the part about her phone conversation with Laura, however. Jess couldn't believe what she was hearing. For several months, she had secretly been fantasizing about girls, ever since she had stumbled upon some lesbian porn magazines in her father's closet. The pictures had filled her head with thoughts, many of them about the two friends she was currently talking to. She said to Christine, "I've never seen a porn movie. What was it like?" Christine grew very animated as she explained the things she'd seen to her friend. By this point, the stiff nipples poking out from the t-shirts the girls wore made it quite obvious that everyone was quite a bit aroused, none more so than Jess, the "innocent" one. All three girls had totally forgotten about their game, and each was secretly trying to formulate a plan to watch the other two masturbate. While Chris and Jess were trying to think of a subtle plan, Laura opted to be more direct. "Is anyone else here as worked up as I am?" she asked. Both girls admitted that they were indeed horny. "I think we should all just take off our clothes and do what we all want to do," she suggested. "Wait. Would that make us...you know...lesbians?" asked a concerned Jess. Fantasies were one thing, but to actually have them realized was quite another for the girl. Laura answered Jess' question with one of her own, this one addressed to Christine. "Chris, when you watched your sister, did it make you feel gay?" she asked, hoping that Chris had the right answer. "Not at all," replied the girl. "I was just learning how to do it." Laura replied, "Exactly. And maybe we can all teach each other some position or something that we've never tried before." This satisfactorily answered Jess' question, and soon all three girls were timidly removing their clothes. None were more nervous than Christine, who had never seen the older friends naked before. Laura and Jess had changed clothes together on numerous occasions, but of course, this was completely different. After the girls were naked, each girl scoped out the others. Laura was a tall girl with dark blond hair. Being the oldest of the group by a few months, her breasts were slightly larger than Jess' and quite a bit bigger than Christine's. The other two girls were intrigued by Laura's crotch, which was completely shaved; neither of them had seen a shaved pussy before in real life. Jess was a brunette with a bush to match, similar in build to Laura, but with smaller breasts; however, what she lacked in tits, she made up for in her fantastic ass. Even as an eighth-grader, she had caught high school boys checking out her rear at the mall. Christine stood shyly in front of the other girls, her small breasts topped with nipples that were erect with excitement. Jess was very intrigued with her young friend's red pubic hair; something about the red hair really turned her on. After sizing one another up, Laura took the initiative, settling back against the head board and parting her legs. Jess pulled up Laura's desk chair and sat down, while Christine positioned herself at the foot of the bed. Soon, all inhibitions were gone as each girl made no effort to hide the frantic action between her legs. Jess was trying to be as casual as the other two, but her secret desires were catching up to her and she was finding it hard to stay calm; she couldn't deny that her two friends were hot! Under the circumstances, Jess was moving much quicker than the other two. Laura and Christine were still rubbing the outside of their young pussy lips when Jess first inserted two fingers into her vagina and started massaging her throbbing clit with her thumb. Christine followed suit, as did Laura, who also began rubbing her tits with her free hand. Jess allowed her silent thoughts to roam free. As long as she had been fantasizing about her friends, she had only imagined them masturbating together, as they were now doing. Now, she began picturing them doing other things the women in the magazine had done; she imagined Laura on her knees, eating Christine's young cunt. She pictured the three of them eating each other out simultaneously. On and on went the horny teen's thoughts until she could hold it back no longer. She began to moan softly and couldn't stop herself, moaning on and on until the last waves of her climax subsided. Christine was not far behind; her orgasm began just as Jess' subsided. Laura, however, had more restraint. She continued fingering her pussy and playing with her breasts for another two or three minutes before she started moaning (not too softly) and experienced her own orgasm. That's it for now. I'm considering several other parts to this story, so please e-mail me and tell me what you think so far. Suggestions for future additions are also welcome, although I may or may not use them. Again, the e-mail addy is jsher2003@yahoo.com. See ya next time!