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 Sister, Girlfriend, Lover, Wife Part 2 (mg, inc)

   Jenny and Jon begin their sexual exploration.

   This is essentially a true story with some details changed for obvious
reasons of privacy and some details added to fill the gaps in memory as the
events occurred over 40 years ago!

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   I had a quick wash while Jen tossed her cum covered dress in the laundry
basket.  Coming out of the bathroom I found Jen standing dressed only in
panties and white ankle socks and waiting expectantly.  I hesitated again,
unsure how to proceed.  Maybe I should stick to the honesty rule.

   "To be honest, Jen, I'm not really sure where to start.  Bits from
school biology lessons and wanking off are about as much as I know."

   "Well that's better than me.  I didn't know anything until you told me."

   I fidgeted uneasily, and Jen smiled again.  "Well, what's it to be, my
place or your's?"

   "I suppose it had better be mine, I think all the pink frills and teddy
bears in your room would put me off!"

   Taking my hand, Jen lead the way to my room.

   "Sorry it's a bit of a tip, I wasn't expecting..." I shrugged
helplessly, "You know..."

   "Shut up and kiss me again, Jo-Jo"

   Jen melted into my arms again and time seemed to stand still as we
exchanged kisses: long and hard, soft and tender, deep and probing, feather
light.  It felt as if this were the first time but also that we had been
together forever.  At last we parted just a few inches.  I stared into the
deep dark pools of her eyes.

   "Jen, I love you with all my heart and if all we ever did was kiss like
this I'd be happy.  You don't need to do anything for me and I don't want
to push you into doing anything you're not ready for."

   Jen's eyes misted momentarily but then she stepped back a little and,
with a slight smile that could almost be described as a smirk, pointed at
the damp patch spreading on the crotch of her panties.

   "I guess maybe I am ready to see what happens next." She hooked her
thumbs in the waist or her panties, "I've seen your cock, now it's time for
you to see my pussy."

   "Wait!", I said.  Jen looked up, puzzled, "Let me take them off."

   Jenny let her hands fall to her sides as I fell to my knees and slipped
her panties down to her feet.  Her pussy was at eye level as I sat back on
my haunches, gazing entranced.  Her prepubescent mound was perfectly
smooth, the lips slightly puffy with just a trace of moisture evident
between her legs.  I leant forwards until my face was only inches away; I
inhaled deeply but smelt nothing but the merest tang of urine--after all,
we had been out all day and, unlike me Jenny hadn't had the chance to wash.


   Almost reverentially, I lightly pressed my lips to her mound.  A shiver
ran through Jen and her hands went to my head, although whether to press me
more firmly against her or simply to support herself wasn't clear.

   Taking her by the hand I lead her to the bed.  "I think we'd better lie
down before we fall!" Jen kicked her panties clear as I quickly shed my
jeans and pants again.  My cock was, with the vigour and energy of youth,
hard and standing to attention again.  Pushing the blankets aside I slipped
into bed and held my arms out to Jenny.  She seemed to hesitate for an
instant then she was in my arms and we were kissing again--but this time it
was even more intense as our naked bodies touched and unfamiliar feelings
started to rise in my little sister.  We separated at length, breathless
and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

   Jen looked down at my throbbing cock, "Do you want to wank again,
Jo-Jo?"

   "No, not yet.  Well, that is, I always want to wank but I want to make
you feel good too.  I'm just not sure how."

   "Maybe you should touch my breasts again.  I was getting funny feelings
in my pussy when you did that last night."

   "OK, lie back and relax.  Tell me when it feels good or if you want me
to do something different."

   "I don't know.  I never even thought about this before yesterday... but
I do know I liked it when you touched my breasts." She hesitated and
blushed prettily, "I played with my own breasts this morning before you
woke and that was good too."

   I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips before turning my
attention to her lovely titties.  With hands that were slightly less steady
and palms that were more sweaty than I might have wished, I reached out and
gently cupped first one breast then the other.  Jen sighed slightly.  I
moved my hand so her nipple rubbed against my palm and a shudder ran
through her.

   "Yes, that's good.  Rub harder on my," she swallowed nervously,
"nipples. It feels really nice."

   I continued to circle my hands, stimulating the nipples.  Her breath
became more ragged and I noticed she was clenching her thighs together. 
Then she gently pushed my hands away.

   "Sorry, my nipples are getting sore.  Can we do something else?"

   "Of course..." I hesitated, not really knowing what `else' there was. 
"Sorry Jen, let me kiss them better."

   As soon as my lips touched her nipple she jolted as if hit by an
electric shock.

   "Sorry, are they too sore?"

   "No, silly, kiss them more.  That was the best yet."

   I moved my lips back to her nipples and kissed more firmly.  Jenny
groaned from deep in her throat.  Acting on ancient instinct I opened my
mouth and sucked gently on her nipples, first one breast, then the other.

   "Do it harder!"

   As I sucked I flicked my tongue over her nipples and, from her panting,
she seemed to enjoy this even more.  From the corner of my eye I could see
her pressing a hand to her pussy, over her tightly clamped thighs.

   Trying to sit she cried out, "Jo-Jo, I think I'm going to pee myself!"

   I gently pushed her back to the bed, "Don't worry, that's just what it
feels like when you are going to cum."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Well that how it is for me.  Anyway, it's my bed, so pee away if you
want."

   Jen snorted but relaxed and gradually the tempo of her breathing
increased again.  A glance showed that she was again pressing a hand over
her pussy mound while her thighs clenched in time with my suckling.  Her
panting was so rapid that I didn't know how much longer she could continue
then, with an arching of the back so sudden she almost threw me off, she
erupted into what could only be an orgasm.  A shriek rattled the windows as
her heels dug into the bed and her free hand clutched at the sheet.  As
lesser waves broke over her she panted for breath and the bright flush
across her chest receded.

   "Wow!"

   "Yeah, wow!  I guess that was good."

   "Jo-Jo, I never thought I could feel anything like that.  Is it the same
for boys?"

   "Don't know, I've never been a girl so I can't compare but I've no
complaints," I laughed.

   I brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her face and kissed her
gently.

   "Maybe my little sister isn't a baby any more."

   I thought that might earn me a punch to the ribs but instead a
thoughtful expression crossed Jenny's young face.

   "You know, you might be right.  I do feel different somehow."

   "Anyway, you haven't even looked at my pussy yet and I want to see you
cum again so why are you sitting around talking?"

   I laughed, a day ago seeing a girl's pussy would have been the most
important thing in the world but I'd just spent half an hour in bed with a
naked girl without even thinking about it.

   "Maybe I'm growing up too.  Helping you cum was more exciting than doing
it myself and I never thought I'd say that!  Of course, I still want to cum
too," I hastened to add, "and to take a good look at your beautiful pussy."

   Jenny stretched back languorously and opened her legs, "Help yourself.
Unlike you boys we don't have all our bits hanging out on show."

   As I moved down towards her pussy a thought crossed my mind.  "Did you
ever look at your pussy?"

   "Just how would I do that?  I'm not a contortionist and I don't have
eyes like a snail." She giggled and wiggled her fingers above her head.

   "Hang on a second." I said darting, still naked, hard cock bobbing, into
Mum's room.  I returned with a hand mirror.  "Da-dah!"

   "Flipping heck, I must be stupid, do you know how much time I spent
trying to bend enough to see?  How did you think of it?"

   "Well, actually it was in the sex education leaflet they gave us at
school."

   "What leaflet?"

   Now it was my turn to feel stupid, "The one that would have saved me all
the drawing before."

   I hopped off the bed again and burrowed into the pile of loose papers
and exercise books on the rickety dressing table that doubled as a desk.

   "Here it is, `Growing Up: Your Changing Body'.  It says here that girls
should use a mirror to look at their pussy so they know what's what."

   I flicked through the leaflet, "Except they don't call it your pussy. 
Apparently it should be your `pubic area'."

   "Yuck, I prefer pussy, it sounds nicer."

   "Well, shall we examine your pussy then, Miss?"

   "Certainly, sir.  Go right ahead."

   I passed her the leaflet and flicked on the ceiling light before joining
her again in bed.  I slid down between her legs and peered at that most
secret place.

   Jen kicked me.  "Mirror!"

   I positioned the mirror so she could see and she glanced at the leaflet.
"Well I can't see much at the moment.  Just those lips that the leaflet
says are called l-a-b-i-a."

   "You'll have to help me.  I don't have enough hands to hold the mirror
and open your pussy--sorry `labia'."

   Jen kicked a heel into my back again but reached down with one hand to
pull open her lips while I did the same with my free hand.  Another shiver
ran through Jenny.

   "You need to open them wider, I can still only see those little lips
inside.  Ahh!," she hissed as my fingers eased her further apart.

   I waggled one finger, "That must be your vagina back there." A little
more manipulation and there was clearly an opening visible.

   "You're right but I still don't see how a baby gets through there or
even how a cock," she glanced at the page, "or should I say, `penis', fits
in."

   "I don't know but I guess it must work because there are always plenty
of babies around."

   "Jon," the sudden change in her tone drew my eyes to her face, "are we
going to make a baby?"

   "Blimey!  Not any time soon, I hope.  How would we explain that to Mum?"

   "But some day?"

   "It's years before we need to think about that.  You've not even started
your periods and we've never," I gestured vaguely, "you know... my sperm
have never... well, we never..."

   "Fucked."

   Once again, Jen's bluntness pulled me up short.  "Where did you hear
that word?"

   "Girls talk and even when I don't understand, I remember.  We've not
fucked yet but we will.  Won't we?  That's what boys want isn't it?"

   "Jen, if you were any other girl in the world I'd be sitting here now
planning how to..." I stumbled again on the word, "fuck you.  But I love
you so much that I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't
want. I said before that I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life kissing
you and I wasn't lying."

   "Come here." Jen opened her arms and drew me into her embrace, "Silly
boy, of course I want to fuck and do everything else that will make us both
happy and I wasn't planning on having a baby any time soon but some
day...?"

   I kissed her gently, "That's something we can decide together when the
time is right, my love."

   "If you've quite recovered, you can get back to my pussy, I've not
finished exploring yet."

   "Yes.  Miss!"

   Once I was back in place with the mirror Jen held up the leaflet. 
"What's this bit here?  Near the hole where the pee comes out it says
c-l-i-t-o-r-i-s but it doesn't say what it's for."

   I peered more closely, "I can't see anything.  Hang on." As I eased her
lips a little further apart right at the front a little pink thing made its
presence known, "Is that it?"

   Pointing, my finger accidentally brushed the very tip of the protrusion.

   "Jesus!" Jen jolted upright.

   "Sorry, does it hurt?"

   "No, but that's so sensitive it felt like... I don't know, I felt it in
all my body."

   "But it was good?"

   "It could be but not rubbing it like that.  It needs something softer.
Maybe," Jen hesitated, "I know it sounds horrid but would you kiss it? 
That worked on my nipples."

   I leaned closer, there was no unpleasant smell, even the faint acrid
scent of urine had disappeared.  Looking up into Jen's eyes I smiled and
moved my lips onto her clitoris.  She gasped and moved her hips up to push
more firmly against me mouth.  With the movement my fingers slipped and her
clitoris hid back between her lips.  Without hesitation my tongue snaked
out to follow and tease.  Now I could taste urine and other flavours
unknown to me but I didn't care and continued to work with my tongue and
lips.  Jen's hips were now thrusting rhythmically and one hand was locked
in my hair while the other pulled at her breasts.  In scant minutes even my
inexperienced senses could see she was approaching another orgasm.

   Thrusting her hairless pussy hard against my mouth her thighs locked
around me with surprising, almost crushing, strength.  She bucked and
shrieked through the second orgasm of her life.

   She lay breathless, then, recovering, picked up the leaflet, "I guess we
know now what the clitoris is for!"

   Jen pulled me up alongside her.  She took my face in her hands and
leaned forward to kiss.  I pulled back, "Maybe I should wash my face first.
After all I've just been kissing your pussy."

   She gazed into my eyes and leant forward to run her tongue around my
lips.  "You tasted your cum on my face before and I want to do the same."

   I surrendered to her gaze and we sank into a long and relaxed kiss.

   "I've not been fair," said Jen, "It was your turn to cum next."

   "Don't worry about it, I'm not counting and we have all the time in the
world."

   Jenny looked down at my hard cock.  "How do you want to cum?" She took a
slightly shaky breath, "Do you want to fuck me?"

   "Of course I want to fuck," I felt a nervous tremor pass through her,
"but not now.  Not yet.  Besides anything else," I laughed, "I would
probably cum before I could get it in I'm so worked up."

   "Shall I help you then?" asked Jen.  "I mean, wank your cock." Her face
reddened at the words.

   "That would be fab, Jen.  You saw how I did it before, just move your
hand up and down."

   She lay beside me, her head resting on my chest so she could reach and
her sweet breasts pressing against me.  I knew that I would last only
moments.  Jen reached out and took my cock delicately between thumb and
forefinger.  She began to move her hand but I stopped her and showed her
how to grip me more firmly and in the way to which I had become accustomed.
This was better.

   I leaned my head back on the pillow and waited for the inevitable
orgasm. And waited.

   "Are you OK Jo-Jo?  My arm's getting a bit tired."

   "I don't know, Jen.  Maybe I'm just used to doing it myself or maybe I'm
just too excited but I can't seem to cum.  If you're tired I can just
finish off by myself."

   I reached down a hand but Jen pushed it away and, before I could object,
slipped the head of my cock between her lips and began to run her tongue
over it.  It was ecstasy and agony.  Ecstasy as the feeling of warm wetness
engulfed my cock but agony as I tried to resist cumming.

   "Jen!  Stop, I can't hold on.  I'm going to cum!"

   Jen ignored the warning and her hand joined her mouth in its efforts as
she wanked and sucked.  I groaned as I passed the point of no return and my
whole body tensed as I shot my load into my little sister's waiting mouth.

   Jenny choked a little as the first shot hit the back of her throat and,
pulling back, the next two shots took her in the face before she returned
to the task and took the final shots in her mouth.  As she continued to
suck on my softening cock, I put my hand on her head.

   "Enough now, Jen.  It's too sensitive after I cum."

   She let my cock slip from her lips and, with a parting peck on the head,
moved back up the bed.  She smiled and opened her mouth to show the cum
swirling there.

   "You can spit it out now, there are tissues here."

   Jen shook her head then, after a momentary pause, swallowed.  "Didn't
you know, it's not ladylike to spit?"

   I looked at her and, for an instant, despite the cum running down her
cheeks and her face sweaty and flushed both from her exertions and earlier
orgasms, she seemed so young that I thought I must turn back from this
course.

   "Jen..."

   Before I could say any more her lips met mine and, when we eventually
parted the instant and the doubts had passed.  I knew that, whatever the
risks, I would stay with Jenny as long as she wanted me.

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   This story is inspired by true events but offered as adult fantasy
entertainment.  The author neither condones nor encourages exploitative or
illegal activity.