We didn't say anything more about the incident, and, as always, I was left wondering if it would ever repeat. Our parents came up with a list of chores for us to do the next day, and they involved spending a lot of time in the 100 degree heat. When we were finally finished we both went inside. I told Jen that she could use the shower first, and she answered with "we can shower together if you like." Of course I'd like.
We were both nervous; we'd done some very sexual things, but they had mostly been under the guise of a fairly innocent activity. This was getting less and less innocent, and we both were in turmoil. Jen took charge, she soaped up a washcloth, and proceeded to wash me from top to bottom. She paid special attention to my groin area, and, by now you can guess that I was sporting a serious erection.
Of course it was soaped up and slippery, so with her bare hands, she started washing my member, back and forth, back and forth. When she cleaned my balls, it was unbelievable. With the gentle motion of her delicate fingers gently manipulating, how I kept from shooting all over her is a miracle.
She then turned me around, and washed my back. When she got to my ass, it got a lot of attention. Her fingers kept traveling from the very top of my ass crack all the way to my balls that she continued to massage from behind. Every time that she passed over my anus, it was electric. When she started a genuine anal massage, I didn't know what to do. I mean, I had certainly done this to her, so it wasn't new territory, on the other hand, my anus was new territory, and while it felt great, I was still a little disoriented by being on the receiving end.
For quite some time, she teased me by massaging my anus, then trailing my fingers back to my balls. She was grabbing my ass cheeks, and spreading them apart. Running all of her fingers through the crack of my ass. As she got more and more aggressive with my anus, it began to hurt, a good hurt, but hurt nonetheless.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted for her to insert her finger or not. Well, as luck would have it, that decision was taken from my hands when her finger shot up my ass about 12 inches. OK, it seemed like 12 inches, it was probably more like 1 or 2. Her fingers being feminine, were much smaller than mine, so there wasn't much pain, but there was some pain, and it was different. A good different, but still different. She began a gentle sawing action which hurt in a good way, but was actually pretty good. For some reason she stopped, and handed the washcloth to me.
Frankly, by the time she quit, as far as I was concerned, she could have gone on forever.
I washed her shoulders, then decided to lose the washcloth when I washed her boobs. Running my soapy hands over those twin globes was unbelievable. She wasn't particularly large, but they were a handful, and the nipples, which were hard as rocks, had a beautiful uptilt on them. The aureola were doing a perfect job of framing the nipples. She was breathing hard which did a great job of animating her tits. I couldn't believe how hard the nipples were, and they loved attention---I surmised this from the little gasp every time that my fingers passed over.
For reasons that I didn't understand, I gave them a little pinch, and was rewarded with a moan. Frankly, I was a little unsettled by this, so I moved on. By the time I was done, you could tell that she was excited. I washed down her stomach, and when I got to her vagina, she had to grab a towel rod for support.
We were both soaking wet, but as soon as my fingers got to her vagina, it was clear that there was more than water down there. It was hot, and soaking wet with a lubricating moisture. I gently massaged that area, but suspecting that Jen was a virgin, I was careful not to do any insertion. I paid careful attention to her clit, but also spent a lot of time stroking from almost her anus all the way to the front, and back again. By the time that I was done, she was dancing on my fingers.
Next I turned her around and did her back.
When I got to her ass cheeks, I gave them a thorough washing, being careful to make certain that I squeezed and rubbed every single inch. As I delved into her crack, I could tell by the way that she moved, that she really liked it. Borrowing a play from her playbook, I started running my fingers from the top of her ass crack all the way to her vagina, and each time that I did I brought copious amounts of lubricant with me. It was getting slick as hell back there. I discovered quite accidentally that I could use my thumb to massage her anus, and at the same time, use my fingers to massage her vagina.
As before, it was almost nibbling at my thumb, and without really intending to, I inserted it a little way. She stood up on her toes, moaned loudly, and started shaking. When I looked up, I could see that she was biting her arm, I guess in an attempt to keep quiet.
I started to move my thumb with tiny back and forth motions, and she begged me to stop. She was taking deep breaths in and out in an attempt to get used to the intruder. After a while, she said that I could push just a little, so I inserted myself another 1/2 inch or so. Then she wanted me to pull it out just a little. Both of these actions caused her to gasp, and stand on her toes.
A little at a time, I was able to lengthen the stroke until very slowly, I was able to go from almost all the way out, to full insertion. The action continued to get more and more frenetic, and her asshole had a steel like grip on my thumb. Actually, a couple of times my thumb did slip out accompanied by a loud moan, and then a gasp when I pushed it back in.. By the way that she was moving and moaning, I could tell that she was headed for orgasm. When she came, she all but collapsed, and ended up kneeling on the floor of the shower.
There she was, on her knees, her mouth about six inches from my turgid member. I could tell that she was tempted, she was looking at it, licked her lips, and her head started forward. Then she hesitated. This cycle repeated itself several times until her tightly closed lips were actually in contact.
With her lips mostly closed, her tongue snaked out, and ran around the end; now it was my turn to need support. Gradually, in fits and starts, she engulfed it, and started moving her head back and forth while her tongue worked around it as well. It was the most incredibly erotic thing I had ever imagined; my beautiful naked sister, kneeling on the floor of the shower, wet, with her mouth and tongue working on my dick.
She started bobbing her head back and forth with abandon, and it didn't take long for my balls to boil over.
Recall that neither of us had any experience with any of this, so we had no real idea what would happen when I came. I had no idea that maybe I should warn her. Luckily, when it started, it was aimed more at her cheek, so we missed the whole gag thing. Unbelievably, she continue sucking, until I was done. I gently picked her up, and gave her a kiss, our first. I noticed a funny, kind of salty flavor to the kiss, and realized that it was probably my cum. It was my very first taste of semen.
A few days later, our Dad decided that we had some yard work to do. By the time that we were finished, I was incredibly sweaty, and really needed a shower.
He and I shared a single shower between our bedrooms, so he would have to wait until I finished, and he was way to sweaty and dirty to sit down. I guess that he could have used the master shower, or he could have used the guest shower. On the other hand, we had already seen each other naked, and I reasoned that the shower would be asexual, so I invited him to shower with me. Of course he agreed, and was hard instantly. So much for asexual.
I really enjoyed the looks on his face as I washed him. When I got to his member, I paid special attention to it and his ball sack. The truth is that I was lubricating like crazy, and was desperate for anything, everything.
I turned him around, and started at his shoulders and worked my way down. When I saw the soap running down the crack of his ass, I just had to go exploring. I washed him completely, and then started running my finger up and down the crack passing over his anus. I doubt that he even realized that he moaned the first time that I made contact. I really wanted to press my finger inside, but just couldn't bring myself to do it, so I just started caressing him all the way from his anus to his balls.
As I spent more and more time massaging, and probing around his anus, I eventually got adventuresome, and really wanted to press a finger inside. I reasoned that I needed a little lubricant, and I certainly had plenty on hand, so I reached between my legs, gathered a little on my finger, and returned to his anus. Several trips from my pussy to his anus, and I was ready to give it a try. I pushed a little, but nothing happened, pushed a little more with the same result, and suddenly, my finger popped in an inch or two.
I doubt that he even realized it, but he moaned rather loudly when my finger went in, and when I started sawing back and forth, his hips were moving back to meet my thrusts.
I doubted that he was going to cum in that fashion, and I was desperate form him to do me, so I removed my finger, gave him a playful swat, and handed him the washrag.
The first time that his hands touched my breasts, remember that no boy had ever touched them before, I couldn't believe it. The more that he massaged, the more excited that I got. Every time he touched a nipple, it was like being shocked.
When he got to my vagina, I was so consumed by need that I could barely stand. I was still a virgin, so I was concerned about him ramming a finger up there, but he was a perfect gentleman.
When he turned me around, and got to my backside, it was heavenly. He washed me thoroughly, and gave me a very gentle and loving anal massage. It occurred to me that this might actually be better than the front. I could feel my anus almost winking, and I was reaching orgasm after orgasm.
Before long, he was moving back and forth from my front to my back. I guess, in the back of my mind, I realized that he was lubricating my anus, and I should have known what that meant, but it didn't register.
Before long, he had his fingers massaging my front, while his rather thick thumb was massaging the back. He started putting gentle pressure on my anus with his thumb, and it hurt, but it sure felt good at the same time.
When his thumb popped in, I went into sensory overload: it felt fantastic, my orgasms that had been small to that point got stronger, and it hurt like hell---I begged him to stop. After some time spent trying to relax, and get used to the pain, I suggested that he start really small back and forth motions. God did it hurt; it felt like a pile driver.
In spite of the pain, I was really getting into it, dancing on his hand, and pushing back to meet his thrusts. A couple of times, his thumb popped out, which left me feeling empty, and the renewed pain when he shoved it back in was delicious. My ass was gripping his finger so tightly that I'm surprised that I didn't break it.
The finger stimulation in the front, coupled with the thumb in my ass was causing me to go into orgasmic overdrive. He thought that I had an orgasm, which was true, but I was really having orgasm after orgasm, and needed a break, so after a particularly strong orgasm, I just kind of fell down to my knees. I was so exhausted from the yard work, and the multiple orgasms, that I finally collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower. When I came to my senses, I was eye to eye with his manhood.
Of course, I'd heard about oral sex before, and had always thought it was yucky. But, here was a very freshly washed member right in my face, I reasoned that I had tasted semem before and it tasted pretty good, and I should at least give it a try. On the other hand, this was such new territory for me that I was scared shitless, and because of my inexperience I didn't really know what to do. I leaned forward, and sort of gave it a closed mouth kiss, which elicited a moan from somewhere above my head.
I was rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum on my lips. When I stuck my tongue out to get a taste, my tongue ended up in contact with him, eliciting another moan. I still wasn't sure that I wanted to do this, and my mind was saying, "NO!" but my mouth and tongue had their own agenda. It started with me running my tongue all the way around the tip kind of like a lollipop.
Finally, I decided to take the plunge, and let it in my mouth. My only regret is that I couldn't see his face when I plugged in. His moan just about said it all. I found out that I really liked the feel of it moving around my mouth, and my tongue just loved dancing around it.
I doubt that he even registered it, but while I was sucking him, I had reached around, and was gripping his ass cheeks with both hands, and had a finger playing with his anus.
I had every intention of not swallowing, for that matter, of not even allowing him to come in my mouth; this was not going to come to fruition, I would finish him with my hand. You know about the best laid plans. First he dribbled a little pre-cum, and that tasted great, and as he got closer and closer, I just couldn't quit. My backup plan was to stop at the first sign of orgasm, like so many intentions in the recent past, just went by the wayside. When he came, I not only allowed him to do it in my mouth, I actually swallowed most of it.
Jeff gently picked me up, and give me a kiss---another first. I realized about a second too late that there was still some come on my lips, and I expected some sort of horrible reaction, but he kissed me again and again.
Completely sated, we dressed, and retired to the family room for some TV. Jeff seemed to be fine, but I was concerned about having seduced my brother, and, perhaps more importantly, the fact that I seemed to be into pain.
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