Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2019 20:40:09 -0600 From: John Johnson Subject: Quietly With Curiosity - Chapter 3 I've been loving the feedback so please keep it coming. Also, please enjoy the next installment of the story. This chapter was difficult to write with a constant hard-on, but its one of my favorites. If you have the means, please support nifty so that it can continue to host the material we all enjoy reading. Chapter -- 3 Cindy awoke the next morning with a photo filled email from John. He had taken a few pictures of himself with his phone, smiling and lying naked between two other cute smiling naked girls who were waving at the camera. The message read, "wish you were here!" She wished it as well. The picture had done enough to get her excited. She was also a little jealous, not of the girls, but of the good time he probably had. She had had her own good time though thinking back to what she had done in Dillon's room last night. She saved the images from John to her private pictures folder on her desktop computer. Cindy got up and looked into her floor length mirror at her naked body. Running her hands over her breasts and down her sides, she knew she was a hot sexy chick, and that most guys were attracted to her. She enjoyed all the attention, even liked to put a show on for them every now and then with sexy clothes and stiletto heels. She showered and put on her newest thong, a solid yellow triangle on the front with thin yellow spaghetti straps to grip her petite waistline. She topped these with a pair of white low-rise button up short-shorts and an aqua colored Old Navy halter top. "It was too hot today for a bra," she figured. The temperature in Scranton, Florida was topping one-hundred degrees outside and the sun was blazing down. It was the weekend and her parents were outside working on their "masterpiece" at ten in the morning. They hadn't yet given up on their slowly dying garden. Every year they had such big plans for it, but they always ended up buying too many plants, and never planting all of them before the first few started burning up under the scorching sun. They opted to toil in the heat every weekend, but Cindy had the weekend off and wanted to relax indoors. She planted herself in front of the TV in the living room, stretching out flat along the full length of the sofa and began scanning the guide for a good movie or sports game. The living room was open to the kitchen, separated only by a bar style counter top. Her brother came into the room yawning and stretching his arms. "Sleep well?" she asked, trying to hide her mischievous smile. Cindy would have to try his cream again some night soon. She noticed Dillon had chosen to wear some pajama pants and a t-shirt this morning, her gaze lingering for an extra second at his crotch, remembering last night. Still halfway through his yawn, he nodded at her. A cryptic, "mmnnhhhyea," was the response as he finished his stretch and sought something to eat. Dillon was happy his sister was so good looking. Normally he didn't get turned on by a female body, but when she dressed like this it was hard for him to ignore. Dillon didn't miss the gaze Cindy had given his body too. He wondered what that was all about as he walked to the kitchen for some toast and orange juice. Dillon sat at the kitchen counter, quietly eating and watching whatever she stopped at. Cindy lay on the sofa between him and the TV and shifted her position to lay across the couch on her side. Dillon noticed right away, the thin yellow strap from her thong had escaped the hidden recesses of her low-rise shorts, and the halter she was wearing was pushed up against her side revealing her waist and part of her hip. "I've never seen those before," he thought, referring to the yellow thong. "Probably from her latest shopping spree." It wasn't much skin, but still enough to get a small rise in his heartbeat. "Kids! We're heading to the Home Depot for some supplies," their Dad yelled through the open screen door. "Its a hot one today so try to stay cool, oh and Dillon clean up your pigsty before your mother sees it." Before they could respond, their father was gone from the doorway and headed on his way to the car where their mother undoubtedly was anxious to get going to the plant store. "Guess its just you and me today sis," Dillon said, "want anything to drink?" She responded with an exaggerated, "hmmmm," followed by, "would you be a dear and run to Dunkin' and get a Coolatta for me?" "Maybe later," he laughed "its not THAT hot yet." Which was true, inside it wasn't too bad. Later on in the day they could turn a fan or even the air conditioner on if it got worse. "Okay how about a lemonade?" Cindy asked. "That I can do," he responded, grabbing a Snapple from the fridge and walked around the counter top to the front of the sofa, for some strange reason he secretly wanted a better look at her. Dillon opened the twist top and reached down to hand it to her, looking first at her exposed upper hip. His eyes wandered up to her chest, her nipples visible through the thin cotton of her haltertop, and finally into her eyes staring back at him. Cindy saw the trek his eyes had made up her body, and it got her rather excited. "Maybe last night was to be continued?" she thought as she felt her nipples start to harden. "Thanks for the drink Dill," she said using his childhood nickname. Still staring into his eyes Cindy took a sip and licked the tip of her tongue around her lips and a small "mmmm," escaped her now moistened mouth. He was lost in his thoughts of what to do next. Dillon's lack of experience with girls made it difficult to decode her intentions, but he was getting really turned on by the very obvious effort by her. She decided to break the tension. "Was there something you wanted?" she said, smiling shyly at him, enjoying this game immensely. Dillon came to his senses finally, and courageously looked again at her waistline. "I just wanted to point out to you that your underwear is a little exposed," he managed to say with a smile as he looked back into her eyes. Cindy looked at her waistline, then smiled back at him, happy to play along. "Oh my, would you be a dear and help me with that?" she said, taking another sip of her cold drink and looking back toward the television. "Be cool," Dillon told himself, sexually tempted by a girl for the first time in his life, "lets see how far she'll go." He leaned over her a little and brought his right hand up to her exposed skin. Slipping a finger under the thong strap he slid it down her hip toward the crevice between her skin and shorts. He lingered longer than he had to, feeling the heat of her smooth skin. She felt wonderful to him, and then using his pointing finger Dillon pushed the strap deep below her shorts' waistline. Dillon looked back at her to see she was once again smiling at him. "My move," she thought, as if this were a chess game. She thought she caught a glimpse of his cock rising in his pajamas. "Well now you've done it," she said putting the half empty bottle on the floor. "Now the other side isn't even." Cindy rolled over to her other side, her butt touching Dillon's knees, however now facing away from the TV. Her turning exposed the same amount of flesh and again, the thong strap had indeed also escaped her shorts. With her turned away, Dillon took in the sight of her backside, her smooth legs and tight butt, perfectly shaped. He couldn't believe she was doing this, but it was making his penis rock hard. Dillon again reached for her waist, but before he could grasp the thong strap she said, "Hold on, it'll be easier this way." Cindy unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shorts, loosening the waistband all around her. She scooted her shorts down just barely an inch, but enough that he could see where the two side straps met the thong at the small of her back, just above her butt. Dillon reached in again, sliding one finger under the strap and pulling it down her hip under the shorts. She was right it was easier, but now Cindy couldn't stop herself. "Dill, can you fix the back? Its giving me a wedgie now," she asked sweetly. His cock had started oozing and he could feel a wet spot start to grow inside his boxers. Her eyes closed as she felt Dillon's cool hand reach down the backside of her shorts and with his fingertips, pulled the thong strap out from between her butt cheeks. His heart was pounding and his hand trembling as his fingers grazed by her anus when he pulled his hand out of her shorts. She almost moaned out loud, but caught herself. Cindy had one more move to make. "And the front too?" she asked every so sweetly, never opening her eyes. He knew this was crossing the line and she held her breath. With his heart pounding and his cock straining against the front of his pajamas, Dillon moved his hand to her hip again. Sliding it forward and down into her shorts, his fingertips felt along the top of her yellow thong for a few seconds, hesitating. To Cindy's delight, he finally opted to slide his hand under the soft fabric, feeling the smooth skin of her shaved private area. Cindy's heart was pounding and moaned softly when his hand eventually came upon her moistened slit. Her thong was soaked by now, and she spread her legs slightly to allow him easier access. Dillon had forgotten all about the thong by now, as his hand was sliding up and down her outer lips. He couldn't believe how awesome she felt; hot, moist, and smooth. He decided to make the next move and lay down on the sofa behind her, his hand still in her pants. Cindy's eyes were closed but her lips were opening and closing every time his fingertips grazed between her folds, touching her clit, and pulsing pleasurable sensations into her. She rotated her head toward his a few inches and begged him, "please, keep doing that." She used her left arm to support herself as she lifted a few inches off the sofa, and used her right hand to pull her shorts and underwear down to her knees. When she brought herself back down to the sofa, she backed her exposed rear up against his tented pajamas, the covered erection nesting between her butt cheeks. He nuzzled the back of her head and kissed her softly on the side of her neck, his right hand still in her crotch massaging up and down her outer lips. Dillon grazed her clit once more and when she moaned, he pulled her to him and kissed her softly on the lips. Cindy welcomed the kiss and responded by sliding her tongue along his lips and into his waiting mouth. While they kissed, his fingers began to enter her, slowly, probing her intimate insides, but tenderly and very pleasurable. She managed to turn her body to lay flat on her back, her left hand now able to push her shorts and underwear all the way down past her knees. She spread her legs wide so that Dillon's hand could roam freely about her sex. Her right hand snaked into his pajama bottoms and freed his penis from its confinement, stroking it up and down a few times. Dillon was rock hard, and started leaking fluid onto her hand. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked what had dribbled onto it. Cindy was impatient and wanted more. "Lets move to your room," she suggested finally, sitting up and stepping out of her shorts and underwear. "The couch isn't big enough..." They got up from the couch and removed the rest of their clothing on the way to his room. She pushed him onto the bed on his back and engulfed his penis with her mouth. "Ahhh," he gasped from the surprising pleasure. Dillon was having trouble keeping his orgasm from happening, obviously that was Cindy's intention, but he didn't want it to come too soon. "Sis, hang on a sec," he said after a few wonderful minutes. "I don't know if you know this..." he confessed in her, "but I've never gone all the way with a girl before." Cindy let his penis pop out of her mouth and grinned widely. She crawled her way up his body and kissed him deeply, and hugging him and pressing her breasts against his chest. His hands held her tightly to him and his penis pulsed against her body. Cindy looked into his eyes dreamily, smiled and said sweetly, "I guess after today my baby brother is gonna be all grown up then." She sat up on him, straddled his waist and reached her hand behind her back to his penis. She moved herself up off him just enough to line up Dillon's penis with her sex. She looked into his eyes as she plunged herself down upon his stiff member. His eyes were looking straight back at her, his mouth open and breath held, his body feeling the ecstasy of a woman's sex for the first time. When Cindy had engulfed the entire length of his shaft, she tilted her head back and cupped her perfect breasts, moaning in pleasure. She savored this moment, "there are only so many first times," she thought, emotionally touched that she was his first. Cindy knew her brother wouldn't last long though, so she wanted to make it fantastic. She rode him up and down a few times slowly, her wetness flowing from her steaming vagina onto his skin. Dillon placed his hands on her breasts massaged them as she continued to impale herself over and over on his cock. After a few minutes, she lay her body back down onto him and began to roll over. Dillon understood and keeping his penis inside her, managed to switch from cowgirl, to missionary without missing a beat. "I want to feel you cum inside me," she commanded. "I want you to give me everything you've got." With Dillon on top, he could control the pace, and he thrust into her harder and harder. His butt muscles flexing with each entry, and his pace began to quicken and she knew it was coming soon. She flung her arms to the sides of the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him into her deeper each time. She loved his powerful rhythm and was going to cum at any moment. As he thrust his last few strokes into her he felt her pussy contracting on his cock. Just as she felt her brother's semen splash within her womb, Cindy's breathing paused, her mouth open and her eyes closed. Her own orgasm surged through her entire body.