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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Eight Is Enough [Nothing to do with TV series] Part 1/4 by  Dorsai (mf, mff, ff, fff, mast, inc, oral, rom, cons)
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CAUTION:
Reading this story may result in any or all of the following: rapid
breathing, localized swelling, impure and/or unclean thoughts,
itching, chafing, increased heart rate and/or blood pressure,
tenderness in one or more localized regions of the body, condemnation
to the Bad Place To Go After You Die (as defined by local religious
authorities), or any one of a number of Bad Things (depending on local
conditions). Author sincerely hopes Intelligence agency computers get
a hard-on reading this story. Any resemblance to any persons past,
present, future, living, dead, or reanimated (regardless of means or
method) is too fucking bad. Greetings to the National Security Agency.
Use of this story does not mean you will actually have sex. Actual
persons may vary in personality, intelligence, sexual preference(s),
or appearance from those portrayed in this story. Author not
responsible for direct, incidental, or consequential damages resulting
from reading the story. Attempts to repeat, engage in, or duplicate
the actions in this story may produce different results. Readers are
cautioned to make sure the door is locked before starting to read the
story, and to wash hands thoroughly afterwards. Do not confuse this
story with Real Life.

GUARANTEE
I wrote it, and I'm passing it along in case anyone else happens to
like any of the other stuff I've written, and wants to have a look at
this one. If you don't like any one or more of the characters,
plotline, names, personalities, title, spelling, premise(s), grammar,
punctuation, language, theme, sexual topic(s), reactions, formatting,
responses, dialog, description(s), or anything else about it, you're
entitled to a FULL refund of your original purchase price. (That last
part was sarcasm, for those [hopefully few] that didn't get it.)

FEEDBACK
Positive feedback, and even _constructive_ criticism, are welcome.
Constructive criticism (to me, anyway) isn't just telling me what you
didn't like ("It sucked because _____ didn't/isn't ______"), but
taking that additional step of offering a correction or helpful
suggestion ("I'm into B&D, and what I see mostly is whips, not riding
crops") that applies to more than just one story. If offered a story
idea, I may have a try at it, but I'm not going to suddenly be able to
write a plausible accounting of a testosterone-fueled gay S&M guy's
foray into watersports just because someone makes the suggestion; that
kind of stuff just doesn't spin my propeller. If you've read my stuff
before, that's (roughly) what you're going to get. 'Kay?

"Maybe it DOES suck - but at least I *tried*." -- me


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Eight Is Enough

As he lay in bed, 14-year-old Jeremy Whittier reflected once again how
lucky he was.

With an older sister, two younger brothers, and no less than 4 younger
sisters, he knew that having his own bedroom was pretty much the luck
of the draw. His folks had gotten married shortly after high school,
and it hadn't taken them long to have all the kids Jeremy figured any
couple could want.

First had been his older sister Dawn; he'd come along just ten months
after her. Eleven months later, his mom had his twin sisters Brittany
and Bethany; another ten months, and Joanna was brought home. Less
than a year after that, Colby and Carla made their appearance,
followed just nine months later by the youngest, Tracy.

It wasn't until he got old enough to understand all the stuff his
folks had taught him about how babies were made that he really
understood why Mom and Dad thought it was so funny when they talked
about deciding that Dad needed to get 'fixed' after Tracy had been
born.

With his folks only having high school diplomas, that meant that both
of them had to work to support such a big family. They still managed
to make enough to meet the needs of so many kids, and even somehow
spent enough time at home that Jeremy knew that both of them loved him
and his siblings. Even so, Jeremy and Dawn -- as the oldest -- were
called on to watch out for and take care of all the rest a lot of the
time. From the time he spent at various friends houses, Jeremy knew
that he and Dawn and all the rest got along a LOT better than most
sets of brothers and sisters. It wasn't perfect (not by a LONG shot!),
but definitely better; still, if he or Dawn 'got' something on the
other, neither was afraid to use (but not ABuse) it to their
advantage. He could only figure that it was because there were so many
of them, and that they were all so close in age: Dawn had turned
fifteen a few months before; the rest of them were spaced in almost
yearly increments behind her -- Jeremy at 14, Brittany and Bethany were
13, Joana was 12, Colby and Carla at 11, with Tracy recently turning a
precocious 10.

While thinking about all of that, Jeremy felt a little bladder
pressure that told him he'd forgotten to visit the bathroom before he
went to bed. Well, with eight kids sharing just one bathroom (his
folks had their own, accessed from their bedroom), it was easy enough
to do -- and easy enough to correct, now that everyone had been in bed
for half an hour; even longer in the case of Colby, Carla, and Tracy.

Throwing the covers back, Jeremy got out of bed and made his way
toward the bathroom wearing only the undershorts that he wore to bed;
with so many kids in the house, they simply didn't have the time for
any false modesty -- or, truth be told, the money for all those
bathrobes.

As he got close to the bathroom door, Jeremy saw that Dawn had failed
to get her bedroom door to latch shut. The door frame was a trifle
warped (something his Dad kept meaning to fix, but never quite got
to), so the door had to be pushed hard to get it to latch. That same
warpage would cause the door to open perhaps a inch or so. Not enough
to deny Dawn any visual privacy, but certainly enough to let sound
through. And that was just what Jeremy discovered happening when he
got close enough: what first sounded like Dawn was suffering a
stomach-ache, or some other malady. But when he stopped and listened
to it again, it didn't take Jeremy long to realize that although the
noise had first sounded like Dawn was in pain, it now sounded like
maybe it was something else. When he heard it for a third time, it was
different enough that Jeremy figured that he should maybe find out
just what was causing Dawn to make those noises.

Easing the door open a little farther, Jeremy was able to stick his
head into her room -- and what he saw left him stunned and speechless:
Dawn way laying stark naked on top of her bed covers, one hand
squeezing one of her breasts while the other was busy between her
spread thighs!

Though he'd discovered the pleasures of masturbation many months
before, it still took him a minute to realize that what Dawn was doing
was the girl version of what HE did. And with that understanding,
there wasn't a damn thing he could have done to prevent his cock from
tenting the front of his shorts! Even while his mind was reconciling
the differences between what he did and what Dawn was doing, his eyes
were taking in the view his older sister was presenting to him: her
medium-sized breasts with small, dark areolas and nipples and the dark
wedge of hair where her fingers were busily dancing at the top of her
readily visible cleft. Jeremy could only stand there, mesmerized by
the sight, as Dawn continued to pleasure herself.

It was only when he heard her release a soft groan and saw her body
arch off the bed that Jeremy realized that she'd found the release she
was after -- and that with nothing to 'distract' her, she'd easily spot
him looking at her. He quickly pulled his head back and closed the
door -- slowly and gently pulling the doorknob enough that it latched.
Then it was a quick dash to the bathroom for him, where it took him
only a minute to find his own sexual release. When his cock has
softened enough, he was able to angle it down and relieve the pressure
in his bladder. He waited a couple of minutes before flushing the
toilet so that Dawn would think she'd finished before he came down the
hall; then it was back to his bedroom -- where he had to jerk off again
before he was relaxed enough to think about being able to get to
sleep.

Jeremy was distracted all the next day as he thought about what he
might be able to do to not only try and get another chance to see
Dawns body, but watch her touching herself again. His preoccupation
with what he'd seen the night before did cause him simultaneous
problems for nearly the entire day, though: not only did all of his
teachers have to keep after him to pay attention in class, but he
spent virtually the entire day with a raging hard-on and no chance to
DO anything about it.

After school let out, and he'd gotten home, he hurried to his room to
deal with the more personal of the problems that had plagued him all
day. It was after he'd closed the door to his room (and locked it,
after what had happened when Dawn forgot!) that he had a sudden bit of
inspiration: if he was worried about being caught in the middle of
masturbating, maybe he'd have the control he wanted over Dawn if he
threatened to tell their parents -- or maybe even her friends and the
people SHE knew!

With that thought, the rest of his mind went into full production,
giving him all the memories and fantasy fodder he needed to bring
himself to a climax that left him all but breathless...

Having taken care of his most pressing need, Jeremy quickly took care
of the household chores that he had so that he could find a spot to
wait until Dawn got home. The younger kids usually spent varying
amounts of time with friends, but knew to be home before supper, which
was something that Jeremy and Dawn were generally responsible for
getting ready. Sometimes it was reheating or repackaging leftovers
from something their Mom had made, other times, it was simply a case
of preparing a frozen meal for everyone. Either way, he could count on
Dawn getting home well before supper... and that would give him the
chance to put his plan into action.

It was a little over half an hour before supper when Jeremy heard what
could only be Dawn coming in the back door of the house; the other
kids had already gotten home, and were either doing their own chores,
or upstairs taking care of any homework they had. When she called out
his name, Jeremy readily answered his sister before getting up and
going into the kitchen. The two of them didn't have any trouble
figuring out what to make for supper; the previous night had seen and
end to the leftovers, so they opted for frozen lasagna, garlic toast,
and salads for everyone. Once they'd started the lasagna cooking,
Jeremy told his sister "Dawn, could you come to my room after supper?
There's something I need to talk to you about."

Unconcerned, she asked "What is it?"

It was when Jeremy answered "It's about last night, after we were all
in bed. I was on my way to the bathroom, and, well, I heard and saw
something in your room that I think we need to talk about."

On hearing that, Dawn turned almost paper white before nearly cutting
her finger while slicing bread for the toast. She turned to look at
him, and it was all Jeremy could do to keep a solemn expression on his
face, instead of showing the delight and anticipation he felt on
seeing her reaction.

"When... What was it?"

"That's what I want to talk to you about. I don't think it's something
we should talk about here or now, not with it being supper pretty
soon, and somebody maybe coming in while we're talking."

Dawn managed a shaky nod of her head, and he could hear the
nervousness in her voice when she said "Uh, yeah, that's probably a
good idea."

After that, Jeremy pretty much had to take charge of getting supper
ready: after Dawn absently buttered the same piece of bread three
times, Jeremy decided that he'd better be the one to put the garlic
salt on it -- at least, if there was any hope of anyone being able to
actually eat it.

Once everything was ready, all of them sat down to eat. The other kids
noticed how quiet Dawn was, but nothing more; with her locked deep in
her own thoughts, it fell to Jeremy to maintain what little discipline
was necessary at the table. Afterwards, the other kids readily tended
to their assigned jobs: it being their turn, Brittany, Joanna, and
Colby took care of putting away any leftovers (after setting aside
meals for their parents), clearing the table, and doing the dishes.
The next night it would be up to Bethany, Carla, and Tracy to do it.
Jeremy had once heard his parents tell another couple "We have a
dishwasher, garbage disposal, and all of the labor-saving appliances
we'll ever need. Eight of them, in fact!", followed by the other
couples laughter.

After leaving the table, Jeremy headed straight for his room and got
started on his homework; he wasn't sure if Dawn would hurry to him to
find out what he knew, or if she'd put it off as long as possible so
as not to hear it any sooner than necessary.

He got the answer when perhaps fifteen minutes later, he heard a soft
knock on his door, and Dawn's hesitant "Jeremy?"

"Come on in, Dawn", he responded, before marking his place in his
History book and closing it. As he was doing that, he heard the door
open, and his sister come in; turning, he watched as she carefully
made sure the door was latched, then resignedly came the rest of the
way into his room and took a seat on the edge of his bed. She was able
to give him only the briefest of glances before lowering her head and
staring at the floor.

In a barely audible voice, he heard her ask "What was it you heard and
saw last night that you want to talk to me about?"

"I think you already know, Dawn. I got up to go to the bathroom, but
when I got down by the door, I heard a noise. I didn't know what it
was, but when it happened again, I looked around and saw that your
door wasn't closed all the way. After I heard the noise again, I was
worried about you, and opened your door enough to see if you were
okay."

On hearing that, Dawn blushed furiously as Jeremy continued "Do I have
to tell you what I saw?"

Still blushing, Dawn quietly shook her head before he went on "Now,
I'd never say anything directly to anyone about it, but there's always
the chance that something I said accidentally might get people
thinking and talking."

Dawn turned paste white again as Jeremy continued "Of course, I'd be a
LOT more careful about what I said, if I had some reason to."

Dawn knew that he was offering her the chance to make some kind of
deal with him so that he'd stay quiet about seeing her getting herself
off -- and also knew, just as certainly, that whatever it was that he
wanted, she'd have to 'pay' it if she didn't want absolutely everybody
knowing (or even THINKING) what she'd been doing. Though Jeremy
couldn't know, she was experiencing all kinds of emotions and thoughts
as she sat there: wildly hoping that all he'd want would be for her to
mow the lawn for him several times (as she'd had to do after breaking
their parent's wedding photo frame); afraid that he really WOULD tell
people what he'd seen (she didn't THINK he would, but...); all but dying
of embarrassment (and, curiously, also feeling very aroused) that he
HAD seen her; and swearing (yet knowing it was an oath she couldn't
keep) that she'd never touch herself that way again. Her mind kept
going around in circles, but she was also keenly aware of the silence
hanging in the air while Jeremy waited for her to respond. Finally,
there was nothing left but for her to quietly ask "Wh... what do you
think would be a good reason?" -- and hope that the answer wasn't TOO
bad.

After letting the tension build for several seconds, Jeremy answered
"Well, you know, Sis, I actually kinda liked what I saw -- all of it.
So if I could see it again when I wanted to, then I'd have a real good
reason to be careful, so I could KEEP seeing it."

The first thing to connect with Dawns mind was that Jeremy said he
liked what he saw. Right on the heels of that, the 'all of it' bit
connected. Those two things again got her mind going around in
circles: he wasn't grossed out or disgusted by what he'd seen her
doing, and he didn't think she was a slut, or sick, or something. And
not only that, but it sure sounded as though he was saying he liked
the way she looked, too! Sure, he was her brother and kind of a toad
sometimes, but it still made her feel good to know that at least ONE
guy thought she had a nice body...

It was nearly half a minute before her conscious mind finally took in
the last part of what he'd said; it took nearly as long before she was
able to fully process it. When she did, though, she immediately raised
her head and emphatically declared "No way, Jeremy!"

"Before you say 'no', Sis, you better think about it some more. What
happens if I accidentally say something to somebody at school, and
they start thinking that you play with yourself so much that your own
BROTHER caught you at it? What d'you think your friends would say if
THEY found out? Would you want Mom or Dad hearing about it?"

The first two possibilities had plainly shaken her, but it was the
idea of one or both of their parents finding out that got her thinking
that maybe what Jeremy wanted wasn't really all that much, or so bad.
After all, he'd already seen; and hadn't he said that he liked it?
Besides, if he started looking at HER, then maybe she could turn it
around and threaten to tell on him FOR looking...

With the possibility of maybe having a way out of the deal, Dawn
figured that she still needed to pretend to be 'fighting' it, so that
Jeremy didn't figure she was up to something, and come up with
something else -- maybe even worse! -- for her to do, instead. After a
bit, she managed to fake being resigned to her fate, and mildly angry,
when she finally told him "Okay, Jeremy, I'll do it. But not when
there's any chance someone will see us, or find out! It's just you and
me, all alone!"

Having gotten what he wanted, Jeremy knew that agreeing with her
conditions (which he'd have wanted, too) would make it easier and more
certain that she'd actually do what he wanted when the time came. So
he didn't hesitate to tell her "Of course, Sis, if that's what you
want."

The two of them sat in silence for several seconds before Dawn asked
"Is that it? I can go now?"

"I think so -- as soon as we seal the deal."

There was no mistaking the suspicion in Dawns voice when she asked
"What do you mean, 'seal the deal'?"

"I mean that before you leave, I think you should do something to let
me know that you'll keep YOUR end of things. I mean, once you start,
then I'll have every reason in the world to keep MY word."

As much as she was loathe to admit it, Dawn could understand what he
was saying, and had to agree that he had a point. Still, she wasn't
about to just flop down on his bed and start rubbing herself right
then and there!

"What do you want, then?", she asked, cautiously.

Knowing not to push things, Jeremy suggested "How about if you just
take your clothes off and let me look at you? No touching, or
anything, just looking... for 5 minutes?"

"Okay -- but for 3 minutes, and you don't get to look while I'm taking
stuff off or putting it on."

"Three minutes, but I still get to look while you put stuff back on. I
know you're gonna hurry that part, so it isn't going to be THAT much
more."

Reluctantly, Dawn agreed "Okay, three minutes, from the time I tell
you it's okay to look. And yes, I'll wait until I'm completely naked
before I tell you to turn around!" Dawn would never admit it to anyone
else, and could barely admit it even to herself, but the idea of
having her brother looking at her while she was naked actually made
her feel kind of... sexy. She could already feel herself starting to get
that empty feeling between her legs, and her nipples starting to get
hard.

Jeremy signaled that it was time to get things started by making a
show of swiveling around in his chair so that his back was toward her.
That done, there was nothing for her to do but what she'd said she
would: standing up, Dawn managed to shed herself of her shoes, skirt,
blouse, bra, and panties in fairly short order -- despite the shaking
of her hands and nervousness she felt. When all she was wearing was an
assortment of goosebumps, she managed to tell Jeremy "Okay, you can
look."

First thing Jeremy did was ostentatiously look at his watch and
announce the time, down to the second. Not wanting to seem overeager,
he then reversed his position only as fast as he'd turned around in
the first place. The sight that waited for him had his cock stretching
his jeans and his heart hammering in his chest.

Dawn was standing there in front of him in all of her naked glory;
from the crown of her head to her feet, there wasn't a single thing to
interfere with the view he had. Her long, black hair was tucked behind
her shell-like ears and hanging down her back -- leaving her breasts
(each about the size of half a softball, he judged) exposed. Capping
each breast was a small dark nipple about as big around as a wooden
pencil, set in an equally dark circle of flesh that was probably a
little under an inch in diameter. Even as he was looking at them, he
thought he could see her nipples get a little longer, and the area
around them pucker slightly. Her belly was mostly flat, but with the
little bit of a paunch that he figured she had because of all her
'stuff' being on the inside. At the apex between her legs -- which
seemed to go on forever -- she had a small wedge of hair as dark as
what was on her head. It didn't seem to be quite as thick, though,
since he could just make out the skin underneath it. There was a
distinct gap between her thighs, immediately below her sex, and Jeremy
could see a slight part in her pubic hair where he knew the cleft of
her sex was.

Reluctantly, he made a quick check of the time, and was surprised to
see that two of his allotted three minutes had gone by. Wanting to get
a look at the rest of her, too, he gestured that Dawn should turn
around. She didn't look happy about it, but didn't argue the matter,
either. When she was facing away from him, it was all Jeremy could do
to keep his promise of 'no touching': more than anything, he wanted to
be able to get his hands on the round, tight globes of his sisters
ass. It was, quite simply, a work of art. He did his best to memorize
the sight of it in what little time he had left.

Another check of his watch told him that he had only a few seconds
left; rather than quibble and get things off on the wrong foot, he
simply announced the time again and told Dawn she could get dressed
again. Though she was visibly surprised that he hadn't insisted on the
full three minutes, she didn't hesitate to start getting her clothes
off his bed and get dressed again. As she did, she unwittingly gave
Jeremy a little show that MORE than made up for those few seconds.
When she was ready to leave, she managed to sound resigned to her fate
when she asked him "Okay, Jeremy: when's the next time?"

For his part, Jeremy managed to look and sound calm when he told her
"Remember that I said I liked ALL of what I saw; so why don't you let
me know when you want to... go again."

Dawn was considerably relieved when Jeremy found a relatively nice way
of saying he wanted to wait until he could watch her rub herself off
the next time. Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded her
understanding and agreement, and left, closing the door to his room
behind her.

The sound of the door latching had barely faded before Jeremy was
standing up and fighting to get his erect cock out from the confines
of his jeans and undershorts. And it WAS a fight, since the damned
thing seemed to be made of steel and twice as long as he could
remember it being; it didn't seem like he was EVER going to be able to
get it free!

Once he had it out, though, he didn't turn loose of it; it wasn't but
a couple of seconds before his hand was sliding up and down the shaft,
rolling his foreskin over the crown as he quickly and easily moved
himself toward release while his mind was filled with the image of his
sister as she'd stood nude in front of him.

It was a matter of just a minute before he felt his balls pull up, and
a few seconds later, the indescribable pleasure of the start of his
climax. With the vision of his sisters ass before him, he felt his cum
erupting from him harder than he could remember as he continued
stroking himself. Only when he'd worked the residue of his semen into
a sticky foam did he finally release his hold on himself and use a
dirty T-shirt to clean himself off.

After their deal had been reached, it took several days before Dawn
and Jeremy were back to treating each other as they had before -- for
the most part. There was still their shared experience and their new
relationship between them, and neither of them could forget any of it.
While Jeremy found the whole thing far more stimulating and satisfying
than he'd ever expected, Dawns reaction was considerably more subdued:
she continued to be embarrassed and ashamed of Jeremy having seen her
touching herself, but those feelings were gradually being replaced by
an awareness (and appreciation) of how Jeremy would look at her in an
entirely new way. It was several days before she even began to feel
the physical sensations of an increasing desire. She managed to push
those feelings away as best she could, but her young and growing body
slowly became more and more insistent that she give it the release
that it increasingly demanded.

It occurred to her that she might have been able to give in to her
needs without saying anything to Jeremy, but she had unconsciously
convinced herself that he would somehow find out -- and promptly spill
the secret of her desires to all kinds of people, including her
parents. So it was only when she didn't think she could stand it any
longer that she finally told Jeremy one evening before supper "I'm
going to be coming straight home from school tomorrow. There's, uh,
something I want to do, if you want to be here, too." She was willing
to keep her part of the bargain by telling him, but she was damned if
she was going to schedule it to suit him! If he wanted to see, it was
up to him to get there.

Jeremy hid his delight at what she had to say, simply telling her
"Okay. I'll be here." -- and watching her blush faintly.

The next day, Jeremy managed to keep himself under control... but the
anticipation of the show he was going to get made it very, very close
call. He managed to beg off hanging out with any of his friends by
claiming something important he had to do at home ("If they only
KNEW!" he thought to himself). Dawns high school was half as far from
their home as his middle school, but he still got home just barely
after Dawn: as he was coming in the front door, she was going up the
stairs toward their bedrooms. He saw her face fall a bit when she saw
that it was him, but she didn't do or say anything to indicate she was
going to back out. Instead, she simply waited for him at the top of
the stairs, and when he got close enough, she asked him "You wanted
this, Jeremy, so it's up to you to tell me how we do it."

"Your room. We can hear if anyone comes home, and I can duck into the
bathroom before anyone can see me."

Dawn had hoped (though she knew she knew better) that he wouldn't have
thought it through, but when he told her his solution, she had to
admit that it was a pretty good one. Now that she was faced with
actually letting Jeremy watch her as she masturbated, Dawn found that
the desire and arousal she was feeling were considerably larger than
the embarrassment she felt about it. Turning, she led the way the
short distance down the hall to the door to her room, and then inside.
When Jeremy was inside, too, she carefully pushed the door shut,
listening to make sure that it latched -- and then giving it a small
tug, just to make sure.

Turning around, she saw that her brother had already gotten himself
situated in her chair; when she looked at him, he answered the implied
question by saying "I said I liked what I saw, and that I wanted to
see you and watch you; and that's all I'm going to do: just sit here
and look and watch. I figure it'll be easier and better for you if I
don't say or do anything to... distract you while you're, um, busy. I
think you're pretty and really sexy, and I'd LIKE to be able to look
at you again before... you know. But that wasn't part of the deal, so if
you don't want to let me do that, I won't complain."

Dawn was considerably relieved that all he was going to do was just
sit there, and not do anything else. Even more, she was surprised (and
even more than a little flattered) when he said he thought she was
pretty and sexy. It was only while she was on her way home that she'd
admitted to herself that having him seeing her naked, and watching as
she got herself off, made her excited. She considered it for a few
moments, and finally decided that if he was going to watch her while
she played with herself, then letting him just look at her while she
was naked wasn't that big of a deal, and told him "If you want to look
it me, that's okay. You can even watch while I take my clothes off,
and I'll kind of 'model' for you for a little bit before I... do the
other part. I suppose you'll want to look closer, so I guess it's okay
if you scoot a little closer -- but you stay in the chair, and no
touching, right?"

Jeremy didn't hesitate to agree, and Dawn seemed willing to accept his
assurance. After a few awkward seconds, she decided that she might as
well get on with it -- both to get it over with, and because she could
again feel the desire in her loins building. With a conscious effort
to ignore Jeremy's presence, she quietly went about ridding herself of
her school clothes; when she stood up after sliding her panties down
her legs, she could feel the air currents in the room caressing her
nipples, making her breasts feel tight even as her nipples erected.
Between her thighs, she began to get the 'hollow' feeling that she'd
come to recognize as her need to pleasure herself. Keeping her promise
to Jeremy, she went over to stand in front of him for several seconds
before slowly going through a number of different poses she'd seen in
magazine ads. Deciding to tease herself a little bit by letting the
desire and tension build in her body, she gave Jeremy plenty of time
to look her over (front AND back) before finally moving to lie on her
bed so that she was 'facing' the chair where Jeremy was seated.

Closing her eyes so that she couldn't see her brother, Dawn began
softly caressing herself, and imagining that the touches were from the
hunky guy that was in her Civics class. It was pretty slow going at
first, because she couldn't help remembering that her own brother had
his butt planted in her chair, and was watching everything she did.
But she finally managed to get the focus and concentration she needed,
and was able to start getting the results she was after...

Not wanting to screw up a good thing, Jeremy was absolutely committed
to keeping his word about staying in the chair, not touching Dawn; and
generally being as agreeable and understanding as he could --
consistent with getting what HE wanted, of course. Watching as Dawn
took her clothes off was even more 'interesting' than when he'd gotten
to watch her put them on; and that little show she put on for him
afterwards was almost more than he could stand: he could see how tight
her tits were, and watched as her nipples slowly got longer and
harder, and the areas around them puckered up. A few times, he could
have sworn that he saw the area between her thighs, and even one or
both of her inner pussy lips! Then, when she'd turned around and
struck some of those other poses, it was all he could do to keep from
leaning forward and grabbing a double handful of his sisters tight
little ass and hanging on for dear life.

But absolutely nothing prepared him for what happened once she got
onto the bed and laid down: the way her legs were slightly spread, he
didn't have any trouble seeing between them, and the small, thin lips
that he knew bracketed the entrance to her vagina. He could also see
that the dark cloud of her bush quickly faded out about halfway down
the cleft of her sex. He could tell that she was having some trouble
getting started, and knew that the problem was his presence; since he
was there precisely because he wanted to be able to watch her get
herself off, he figured the only thing he could do was to simply sit
quietly and hope that she'd eventually be able to forget about him.

It took a little while, but that was just what finally seemed to
happen: as he looked on, Dawn slowly became more and more excited as
she slowly and softly played with her own tits, and caressed herself,
and even briefly sucked on some of her own fingers. Several minutes
into things, he began to detect a faint odor -- slightly musky, but
also somehow spicy and sweet, too, and most definitely pleasant.
Another couple of minutes, and he was able to tell that it was coming
from Dawn; and more specifically, her pussy: looking closely, he could
see that her inner lips had not only gotten a little thicker and
darker, but separated some, too -- and that the area between them was
faintly glistening. It took him only a few moments to connect the
smell he'd noticed with that sight, and understand that what he was
seeing and smelling was some kind of overflow of her woman's juices.
Though he knew not to do it then, or even any time soon, he still
resolved that he'd get the chance to find out for certain just what
they were all about!

Even as Jeremy was taking note of the physical changes that were
happening as his sister got more and more excited, he realized that
she was also starting to move a little more, and sometime softly
making noises like the ones he'd heard the first time he'd watched
her. Though he hadn't thought it possible, he felt his cock getting
even harder inside the tight confines of his pants...

Able to concentrate on what she needed and wanted to do, Dawn was
quickly and easily able to bring herself the kind of pleasure and
stimulation that she needed to become more and more aroused and get
closer to the release that she simply had to have.

While one hand was kept busy at her breasts, softly stroking and
squeezing them and pinching and pulling on her nipples, the other was
just as occupied between her thighs: still a virgin, she wasn't
putting her fingers inside herself, but she damn well wasn't the
slightest bit reluctant to use them to tease her opening. Using the
ample lubrication her body was providing, she was also teasing and
rubbing her clitoris. Without realizing it, she had started making all
manner of small noises of pleasure and arousal -- softly at first, but
as her excitement increased, so did the volume of the sounds. She was
also beginning to arch her hips up off the bed -- and unwittingly
pulled her legs up and spread them.

Jeremy was amazed when he realized how much Dawn was actually getting
into what she was doing; he wasn't all that sure that he could have
gotten himself erect if he'd had someone watching (and waiting for!)
him to masturbate. Then when he saw her legs move and spread, he
became fascinated with the show she was giving him: the way her inner
lips grew darker and thicker, separating more and more and making
visible the wetness between them; the intermittent flashes of her
clitoris between her shiny fingertips; and how her face and shoulders
had developed a kind of blush as her excitement had increased. Though
his only knowledge about how a female climaxed was the single brief
exposure he'd gotten from Dawn before, Jeremy somehow knew that Dawn
was getting close. Inside his pants, his cock was harder than he'd
ever thought it even could get, and he was as excited as he'd ever
felt -- and he hadn't even touched himself yet!

Dawn was almost there when a noise penetrated the fantasy she was
having about the hunk from school; it took only the tiniest fraction
of a second for her to remember where she was and what she was doing --
as well as WHY, and who was watching her. With the sudden recollection
that Jeremy was sitting in her chair looking at her and watching as
she touched herself... well, it hit her in a way that she REALLY didn't
expect: rather than completely ruining things, it served to push her
into an orgasm that was stronger than she'd even hoped for. Arching
her hips off the bed, her entire body froze as the first wave of an
incredibly powerful release overwhelmed her.

Jeremy had leaned forward so he could see what Dawn was doing a little
better (and the area between her thighs, of course) when she suddenly
lifted her hips and made a soft groaning noise. As his ears were
taking in the sound she was making, he saw as the area between her
vaginal lips get even wetter as her opening began a slight clenching.
Despite the fact that he hadn't done anything to stimulate himself,
Jeremy felt himself starting to have his own climax; it wasn't but a
couple of seconds before he started emptying his balls into his
undershorts. The power and pleasure of it was great enough that he
couldn't help not only sitting up, but going on to lean back as he
flooded his briefs with his teenage cum. The force of the jets of
semen he was spraying had him almost passing out; and when they
finally ended, he began gasping -- and realized that he'd been holding
his breath since the beginning. It was a few seconds longer before it
occurred to him to look and see what, if anything, Dawn was doing. He
was relieved to see that she was apparently still recovering from what
SHE'D been through: her hips were back on the bed, her hand wasn't
moving in her crotch, and her chest was heaving as she tried to get
HER breath back, too.

Panting, Dawn lay there stunned in surprise at the orgasm she'd just
experienced. Starting out, she hadn't been all that certain that she
wouldn't have to pretend to have one just to get rid of Jeremy, she'd
been so nervous. Then to have her fantasy interrupted by him, only to
have that happen to her... it was almost more than she could comprehend.
Then when she remembered what had triggered it, she couldn't help
feeling ashamed, and more than a little embarrassment: to think that
she'd actually gotten off just from thinking about JEREMY looking at
her and watching her! She felt herself blushing furiously, and
carefully and slowly eased her hand from between her thighs. It was a
couple of seconds after she'd accomplished that goal before she
realized that she hadn't moved her legs yet, and that she must still
be giving her brother a damn good look at her. Keeping her eyes closed
so she wouldn't have to look at him, she moved her legs back together
with considerable casualness.

After she'd caught her breath, she waited as long as she could -- less
from embarrassment than simply not wanting to have to look at Jeremy --
before forcing herself to open her eyes and sit up again. When she
did, she saw that Jeremy looked to be more than a little flushed, but
was sitting back in her chair, apparently as calm as could be. She
couldn't help blushing slightly before she somewhat defiantly asked
him "Is that what you wanted to see, Jeremy?"

"Uh, yeah, that was great, Sis. I'll, um, go now, so you can, you
know, get dressed or whatever." he answered before quickly standing
and rapidly heading for the door to her room. He was almost gone when
he stuck his head back in and told her "I hope it won't be so long
before we can do this again." before pulling her door shut.

Only with the infusion of fresh air caused by Jeremy's departure did
Dawn realize that there was a distinct smell in her room -- one that
she was all too familiar with. The knowledge that her brother had
undoubtedly smelled it, too, mortified her. But she knew that as long
as she had to have orgasms in front of her perv brother, there wasn't
anything she could do about it. Resigned to that fact, she decided
that she'd better at least clear the smell out of her room. After
she'd gotten up and opened the windows, she decided that she'd better
get it off herself, too, and gathered her clothes to take into the
bathroom. There, she quickly got herself wiped off with a damp
washcloth (which she rinsed twice to make sure there wasn't any
lingering smell) before getting dressed again. When she left the
bathroom, she saw that Jeremy's door was closed. Relieved that she
wouldn't have to face him again for a while, she quickly returned to
her own room where she was glad to discover that her smell had
dissipated almost completely. It took her only a moment to decide to
light one of the scented candles she kept in her room while she went
ahead and did her homework...

When his sister had sat up on her bed, Jeremy still hadn't completely
recovered from the climax he'd had: even though his cock wasn't fully
erect any more, it still felt full and heavy in his pants. And unless
he was gravely mistaken, his cum was starting to soak his undershorts;
that thought was quickly followed by the understanding that if his
shorts were getting wet, there was a pretty darn good chance it was
going to soak through to his jeans, too -- and he sure didn't want Dawn
seeing that!

Rather than wait for the problem -- and he was sure that it was one by
then -- to get any worse, Jeremy decided to try and make his sister
believe that he was trying to be considerate of her by not hanging
around after she was done. Putting his plan into action, he was
halfway through the door when the air in the hall made him remember
what Dawns room had smelled like. Hiding his lower body behind her
door, he stuck his head back in her room to sample her aroma again and
said something (he didn't remember what it was) to cover what he was
doing before making his exit. Once in his own room, it didn't take
long for him to rid himself of his pants (with a small, but distinct
wet spot on the front) and almost sodden undershorts. It was when he
heard Dawn go into the bathroom, and the water start, that he realized
that she was cleaning herself off. THAT thought brought forth the
image of her standing there naked and washing her juices off her pussy
-- which in turn brought back the memory of just what her juices had
smelled like. In turn, that had his cock standing at attention again
in a matter of just a few seconds, which was soon followed by Jeremy
stroking himself to a quick, easy, and powerful climax.

He was still breathing a little rapidly when he heard the bathroom
door open again, followed by the sound of Dawn FIRMLY closing her
door. Checking his watch, Jeremy saw that he still had some time
before any of his brothers or sisters were likely to get home, and
quickly opted to follow Dawns example. Except that he figured he'd
better change into fresh shorts and a clean (and dry!) pair of jeans.

Dawn was sitting at her desk, trying to keep her focus on her Algebra
homework (and failing miserably) when she heard the bathroom door
close -- then the sound of water running in the sink. It took several
seconds of wondering why Jeremy had gone in there so soon before it
hit her: the little perv either had masturbated in his room, or was
doing it there in the bathroom! That understanding caused a variety of
thoughts and feelings to course through her: mild revulsion that he
was using HER to feed his disgusting fantasies, faint amusement that
he had to do it so soon after watching her, vague arousal (which her
mind was careful to gloss over) that he found her arousing that way,
and a slight curiosity about how he was doing (or did) it -- of course,
she knew how boys were different from girls there, and the few sex ed
classes she'd had a school told her boys released some kind of fluid
that actually got the girl pregnant, so she had SOME idea of what
probably happened. It was, however, the reality of the matter that she
was curious about: just exactly HOW did a guy make himself climax?
What did his 'stuff' look like? What did it look like when he had a
climax? How much of his stuff was there? How was it different that the
juices SHE had?

Dawn was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't hear when
Jeremy left the bathroom; the next thing she knew, Joana was knocking
on her door to tell her that supper was ready...

When she got downstairs, Dawn saw that Jeremy had taken the easy way
on getting supper ready: frozen pot pies for everyone, with some
heat-and-serve dinner rolls, and cottage cheese instead of salads. She
supposed she could have been upset with him about being so lazy, but
by doing things his way, he hadn't had to come up and get HER. Feeling
a little embarrassed again, she watched him for a bit, but he didn't
seem to be paying her any more or less attention than usual. Relieved,
she didn't hesitate to join in the conversation and activity around
the table.

The time it took for Dawn and Jeremy to 'recover' from the lesser
effects of the experience was significantly shorter that before. It
wasn't but a couple of days before they were back to their usual
routine and relationship -- though neither one of them had any trouble
remembering what had happened.

It didn't take nearly as long before Dawn was ready to pleasure
herself again; and once she and Jeremy were in her room again, she was
nowhere near as nervous. The 'show' she gave him beforehand was a bit
longer and even a trifle more explicit. She was also able to get (and
keep) her mind on her fantasy about the guy in her Civics class more
easily, too. Afterwards, she was a bit surprised that Jeremy didn't
leave as soon as he had the first time; but he didn't stay all that
much longer, either. After she'd wiped herself off in the bathroom,
she sat at her desk and wasn't surprised to hear Jeremy go in shortly
after she was done.

The next time happened little more than a week later. She was actually
almost relaxed about the whole thing, gave her brother an even better
'show', and even managed to draw her pleasure out a little bit. When
she was done, she deliberately didn't close her legs quite as much,
and was quietly amused that Jeremy kept looking at her while delaying
his exit. He also spent time in the bathroom when she was done with
it.

It was just five days until their fifth 'meeting' (for that was how
she was starting to think of them). She found that she enjoyed being
able to tease him while she got undressed, and get aroused by exposing
herself to him the way she did during her 'show'. She also
deliberately teased both of them by letting herself slip back from one
orgasm before giving herself an even stronger one. After she sat up
again, she was surprised when Jeremy again wanted to make a hurried
exit -- until she realized that she'd seen a wet spot on the front of
his jeans, and understood that he'd climaxed in his pants. After she'd
gotten herself seated at her desk, she couldn't help wondering what
Jeremy would do; she got her answer when she heard him go into the
bathroom. Knowing that she'd gotten him that excited aroused her, but
when she realized that she was getting even MORE excited by the
thought of what he was doing (and more to the point, the mental images
she had), she felt more than a little troubled by it. While she waited
for it to be time to start supper, she tried to fight the thoughts and
feelings she'd had. When she finally got up to go help Jeremy, she'd
talked herself into believing that the thoughts and desires she was
having were okay -- that she was thinking about her brother only
because he was someone she was familiar with. Without realizing it,
she'd completely forgotten any ideas about trying to turn the tables
on him -- or even stopping what they were doing, for that matter.

It wasn't but three days before Dawn was ready to have another
meeting; starting from the time she told Jeremy, she found herself
thinking more and more about what they were doing, and getting more
and more excited by it. Somewhere along the way, she gave up thinking
about the guy at school in favor of imagining her brother: getting him
aroused, how his penis would get erect, and visualizing him stroking
himself. By the time Jeremy got home from school and came up to her
room, she was as horny as she'd ever felt, and all but dripping. As
she got undressed, she could tell that Jeremy was somehow aware of a
difference in her and was watching her closely. Then when she gave him
what she was sure was the most daring and explicit show any girl had
EVER given a guy, it was easy to see that HE might even be as worked
up as SHE was. When she lay back on the bed, it was all she could do
not to immediately start playing with her clit and get off as soon as
possible. Instead, she forced herself to play with her oh-so-tight
breasts and achingly hard nipples for a little while (imagining that
it was Jeremy doing it, without realizing it) before finally letting
her hand wander down between her legs. Once it was there, though, she
discovered that she practically was dripping. As good as it had felt
when she'd 'backed off' from an orgasm last time, she figured that it
might be even better if she did it again. It was only by going as
slowly as she could stand, and imagining in great detail what Jeremy
would do, that she was able to draw things out: she had to put images
of her brothers cock growing out of her mind to avoid having the first
orgasm. But when she'd gotten herself going again, and was dreaming
about how he would look as he stroked himself that she really got
herself worked up; she heard her chair creak, and the idea that he'd
just climaxed in his pants again was all it took to push her into an
orgasm that left every muscle feeling like cooked spaghetti as she
gasped for breath for longer than she could remember ever doing
before.

After she finally managed to sit up, she realized there was a wet spot
on her bed that had to be the size of a small saucer. It took several
seconds before she fully realized that it was there because of how wet
she'd gotten -- something that both amazed and embarrassed her. When
she finally lifted her head to look at Jeremy, she could see that he
was as stunned by what had just happened as she was. She wasn't
surprised in the slightest when he again hurried out of her room:
before he'd even stood up, she'd been able to see a dark spot on his
jeans that testified as to just what effect she'd had on him.

Though she felt weak as a kitten, Dawn knew that she still had to
clean up -- not just herself, but changing the bedding, as well. With
no small effort, she got herself standing and started on what was
rapidly becoming a familiar routine of opening her windows to air out
her room and then getting herself wiped off. The only change she made
was to light TWO scented candles before heading for the bathroom.

Once back in her room, Dawn didn't have the time or opportunity to see
if Jeremy went into the bathroom, too, between having to change her
bedding, and needing to rest from what she'd been through. Though
better, she was still feeling some of the effects of what she'd done
when she went down to get supper ready.

After the last experience she had with Jeremy, Dawn didn't feel the
need (or ability, truth be told) for another meeting for nearly a
week.

When she DID start to feel the desire, though, she couldn't help
starting to think about what she and her brother were doing. Sure, she
was making herself feel pretty darn good -- even more when she imagined
what Jeremy might or would do. But those imaginings were just that:
her imagination. Jeremy was sure as hell getting to see the real thing
when he looked at HER! Why should he be the only one to see what the
other person looked like, and what they did, and what happened? Why
should he have all the fun? Was it really fair that she had to do
stuff that could make HIM have a climax without touching himself, and
didn't have to do anything for her? He was learning about girl 'stuff'
(well, hers, anyway) -- shouldn't she get to learn about guys?

Dawn spent a couple of days arguing the matter with herself, and
getting more and more indignant at how unfair it was that Jeremy was
getting to watch her, but she wasn't getting to watch HIM. It
completely escaped her that she'd gone from being horrified at the
idea that he'd seen her masturbating, to not only enjoying what she'd
done in front of him, but consciously wanting to be able to watch as
Jeremy did the same thing.

She finally decided that if she was going to get herself off in front
of Jeremy again, she was going to insist that he do the same for her.
With that settled in her mind, she went on to figure out how to make
it happen; it didn't take her long to realize that her best bet was to
wait until she was naked and had his full attention -- and he was
worked up, too. Only then did she finally let him know to get home the
next day.

Jeremy had noticed that Dawn had been more flagrant when she'd gotten
undressed, but didn't think anything of it -- after all, each time he
got to watch her, it seemed like she was even more wild than the time
before; and he sure wasn't going to complain about it, that's for
sure!

When she came over to stand in front of him, he could smell that she
was already pretty darn excited; and when she stood a little closer to
him than she usually did, his only thought was that he was going to
get to see her even better. By the time she lay down on the bed, he
was more than ready to watch what he was SURE was going to be one hell
of a show. So when she didn't immediately lay back, it kind of threw
him a bit -- but nowhere near as much as when she quietly told him
"Jeremy, if you get to look at ME naked, and watch while I get myself
off, then I think it's only fair that I get to look at YOU, too."

To say that he was stunned would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

"That wasn't part of the deal, Dawn!" he finally managed to tell her.
What he didn't say was that the idea of her looking at his dick was
more than a little embarrassing and intimidating.

"I don't care. Every time I want to make myself feel good, I have to
tell you, and then I have an audience. I just think that if I have to
do it while you're here, then you should be doing it, too."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll tell Mom and Dad that you were looking at me while I was naked."

The thought of what his parents would do if they heard THAT froze
Jeremy's blood. The only response he could think of was to say "I'll
just tell them that I heard you making noises and looked in to see
that you were touching yourself. They wouldn't think that I'd spy on
you or anything."

"Maybe not -- but do you really think they'd believe that you looked in
here 'just' to see if I was okay? Or would they think you were just
using at as an excuse? And what if I tell them I think it was more
than just once? I wouldn't have to prove it, or even say how many
times; just saying that it was maybe more than just ONCE would have
you in so much trouble!"

Jeremy didn't doubt that last part in the slightest. If his folks
though he was looking at his sister while she was naked, it would be
bad enough. If they though he'd done it more than once... well, things
would be a WHOLE lot worse. He wasn't sure how, but didn't doubt that
they would be. Unable to stop looking at Dawns naked body, his mind
couldn't seem to think of anything that would get him out of the spot
he was in. To try and give himself some time to think, he asked her
"Wh... what would you want me to, uh, do?"

Realizing that she almost had him, Dawn calmly answered "Just what I
do. We'd get naked together, get to look at each other, and then watch
each other as we... you know..."

Stalling for more time, Jeremy asked "Would there be any talking, or
uh, touching?"

That they might talk to each other while masturbating was something
that simply hadn't occurred to Dawn -- but the idea had a certain
amount of appeal to her once he'd brought it up. As for touching... she
had most definitely not wanted Jeremy touching her, at first. But if
they were going to be doing it together, she recognized that anything
else that happened between them was going to have to be 'fair'; after
all, that was what this whole conversation was about!

Jeremy was all but sweating bullets when Dawn finally answered "If
there's any talking, it should be nice. I don't think either one of us
wants any touching yet."

Jeremy was considerably relieved to hear about the 'polite talking'
rule (he was terrified that his sister would laugh at his dick, or say
it was small), and was so thankful about the second sentence that he
completely missed that tricky little 'yet' part at the end. Now that
he'd had several opportunities to check out Dawns body (she wasn't a
babe like some girls, but still pretty darn nice to look at) and watch
as she got herself off, Jeremy knew that he wouldn't be happy about
losing the best source of masturbation fodder he figured he could get.
That meant that he'd have to give in to Dawns demand that she get to
watch HIM. But that really wasn't all that bad, was it? As he thought
about it, he realized that instead of cumming without even touching
himself, or jerking off while remembering what she'd looked like, he
could do while she was right there in front of him -- and it was that
thought that finally settled the matter for him.

"Okay, Sis, I guess I can do... that. But if anyone says anything that
makes the other one feel bad, the whole deal is off!"

Hearing that last part, it took Dawn a moment to figure out what he
was saying; he'd already seen HER and not said anything, so what was
he talking about? Then she understood: he was worried that she'd make
fun of his penis -- as if she'd do or say anything that would keep her
from getting to watch him! After quietly resolving to do what she
could to calm his fears, she answered "That's right, Jeremy. Anybody's
feelings get hurt, and we stop."

With the two of them having reached an agreement, Jeremy didn't know
what else to say -- or do, for that matter. The two of them sat there
looking at each other for several seconds before Dawn said "So we
don't make any kind of mess on my bed, I'll put my beach towel on top,
and then lie on that. Why don't you take your clothes off while I'm
getting things ready?"

Jeremy stood up just a moment after his sister did, and began by
taking his shoes and socks off. While he was busy with them, Dawn went
over to her closet, opened the door, and began rummaging around on the
shelf. That simple action stretched her body out in a way that Jeremy
found entirely too appealing: even as he was pulling his shirt off, he
could feel his cock starting to push out the front of his jeans. He'd
COMPLETELY lost his erection when she'd said she wanted to look at
him, and the conversation that followed hadn't exactly been the most
stimulating he'd ever had...

When Dawn found her beach towel (over-sized and very thick and
absorbent), she casually walked back to her bed -- unaware of the way
her breasts swayed in time with her movements, though Jeremy was
fascinated by the sight. When she bent over to unfold and arrange the
towel, she gave her brother another view of herself that resulted in
him having a little trouble getting his undershorts off. Finally
satisfied with how she'd arranged the towel, Dawn turned and sat down
before realizing that Jeremy was completely naked (though he had his
hands clasped in front of his crotch) and standing there in front of
her.

Knowing that it was going to happen anyway, and figuring it would be
easier to simply do it and get it over with, Jeremy had decided to
just go ahead and let Dawn look at him the same way he'd looked at her
that time in his room. So when she looked up into his eyes, Jeremy
somehow managed to give her a little smile, and moved his arms to his
sides -- exposing himself to his sister's gaze.

Although Dawn had some vague idea of what Jeremy had for a 'package'
(a term she'd recently heard) from seeing him in his underwear, her
first sight of the real thing made her breath catch in her throat.
Without even realizing she was doing so, she calmly announced "Oh,
Jeremy! It's beautiful!" -- something that calmed and reassured him
more than he'd ever admit.

She could see (plainly!) that he was fully erect: with nothing else to
compare him to, Dawn could only figure that he was perhaps a quarter
again as long as a cooked hot-dog, and a little bit bigger around
along the main part. The head of it was a dark purple, generally
helmet-shaped; at its widest, it was half again as wide as the rest of
him. Hanging below were his testicles. Inside their fleshy sack, she
could get only a vague idea of their size and shape, but decided that
they were perhaps the size of slightly-oblong ping-pong balls. His
sack (scrotum, she finally remembered it was called) had a light
covering of hair; around the base of his penis was a larger and
slightly thicker patch. As she looked at him, Dawn could see that his
erection bobbed slightly every so often; it took her only a few
seconds to realize that it was in happening in time with his
heartbeat.

Jeremy had been more than a little afraid of what his sister would say
or do when he finally pulled his hands from in front of his erect
cock; but when he heard what she'd said, he was considerably more
comfortable about having her looking at him. From gym classes at
school, he knew that he was a little bit bigger than a lot of the
other guys, but had no idea if Dawn had seen bigger. He was watching
her as she looked at him, and he couldn't miss the way her nipples got
longer and the peaks of her breasts puckered. When she leaned over to
look at him some more from different angles, it didn't take long
before he could detect the unique aroma that told him she was getting
excited. In turn, that got HIM more excited, too...

Dawn was examining Jeremy's cock -- fascinated by how hard it looked,
and the veins and things she could see running in it -- when she
realized that he was getting a little bit longer, and that his
erection was pointing even MORE towards the ceiling. It was pretty
darn obvious that he was becoming more aroused... but why? She hadn't
even done anything to herself yet! When she considered what was
different between then, and before the changes she'd seen, the only
difference she could think of was that she'd felt herself getting
excited. Then, in a sudden flash of understanding, she knew that
seeing HER excited was making HIM excited -- which only served to
ratchet her arousal even higher.

More than anything she'd ever wanted to do, Dawn wished she could just
lean forward and kiss the end of her brother's cock; it simply looked
THAT good to her. But she just knew that if she did anything like
that, he'd absolutely freak out, and she'd never get to look at him
again. And it was only because she'd promised that there wasn't going
to be any touching -- yet! -- that she was able to resist the urge to
trace every square millimeter of the surface of the erect manhood
before her. The idea of being able to cup his balls in her hand, and
feel how warm and heavy they must be... Dawn felt her breasts get even
tighter at the thought of it. Even as she was recognizing what was
happening to HER, she saw Jeremy's cock grow again; that was all it
took for her decide that it was most definitely time to give herself
some relief from the pressure she could feel building in her loins...

Jeremy saw his sister sit up again, then move to sit farther on her
bed. Looking at her, he could see that her breasts were tight, and her
nipples crinkled and erect. Farther down, her vaginal lips were dark
and the area between them already glistening; the aroma of her arousal
was thick in the air. When he was finally able to drag his eyes back
to her face, she looked into his eyes as she hesitantly told him "I... I
want to watch what you do and... how you do it. You said you like seeing
me and what I do, and I want to see YOU, too. Don't worry about it if
you, uh, squirt on me as long as you don't get any, you know, there.
Just let me know before it happens, okay?"

He couldn't believe that he just heard his sister not only say that
she wanted to see how he jerked off, but tell him that it was okay for
him to get his cum on her. The way he was feeling right then, they'd
be lucky if it didn't all end up on the wall! Still, he understood
what she said, and readily voiced his agreement. On hearing that, Dawn
lay back before pulling her legs up and resting her feet on the edge
of her bed. Still looking at him, he watched as she deliberately
spread her legs so as to give him the best view yet of the area
between her thighs. Without her saying anything about it, he could
also tell that she was waiting before starting to touch herself so
that he could have some time to really look at her. He started to lean
forward so he could do just that before realizing that she might not
be ready for him to look at her THAT closely just yet. But when he
lifted his head to look at her, she easily understood what he was
asking without him having to say a word; she just gave him a strange
smile and nodded that it was okay.

Even as he was moving closer to the area of interest, he watched as
her vaginal lips got a trifle longer and the area between them became
a little shinier. The sight baffled him for a few moments before he
realized that she liked having him look at her; shortly on the heels
of that, it came to him that she might also like it when he was
watching her, too.

But before he could start following up on THOSE thoughts, he was close
enough to be able to see some of the details of his sisters anatomy.
Her vaginal lips turned out not to be as thick as he'd first thought;
instead, they were a bit longer -- it looked like they were curving
inward, toward each other. With his closer and better view of her, he
could also tell that she was a LOT wetter: able to see between her
labia a little more, it was apparent that she was even wetter farther
inside. It was all he could do to keep from reaching out and
collecting a little bit of her juices on his finger so he could find
out what they felt like; following that, he decided that he wanted to
learn if they tasted as good as they smelled! But he didn't want Dawn
feeling like she could just start grabbing his dick, so he managed to
keep his hands to himself. However, there wasn't anything to keep him
from trying to memorize the way she looked; he knew he'd never forget
how she smelled...

Dawn had been surprised when Jeremy started to lean over so he could
look at her better; she was pleased when he stopped to think that
perhaps SHE wasn't ready for him to do that, and looked to see if she
had any objections. The thought of it actually turned her on, and she
readily let him know it was okay. She saw when his hand started to
move, and was vaguely disappointed when he didn't actually touch her.
She knew he could see (and smell!) how excited she was; knowing that
he not only wanted to look at her, but that he'd be able to smell her
even more had her feeling it as she got even wetter inside. She found
herself wondering if he found her parts as attractive and sexy as she
did his. She thought to ask, but didn't want to embarrass him and
screw up what was turning into a meeting that was a WHOLE lot more
than she'd hoped for!

Dawn waited as long as she could for Jeremy to get his fill of looking
at her, but her excitement was growing by the second; when she finally
couldn't stand it any longer, she let him know it was time to get
things going again by moving her hand down and running her fingers
through her pubic hair. After he raised up again, she could see that
he was both disappointed that he'd had to stop, and eager for what he
knew was next.

Jeremy had no idea how long he looked at Dawns pussy. What he DID know
was that when he saw her hand ease toward her pelvis, it was entirely
too soon. But the realization that she was ready to start -- and that
he could take care of his own needs while he was watching -- were more
than enough to compensate. When he was standing again, Dawn was
watching him closely as she slid her hand lower and curled her middle
finger so that the tip of it slipped between her vaginal lips and
traced a path upwards toward the little bump he'd seen at the top.
When her finger passed across it, he heard her release a soft moan.
She repeated her actions several more times, and the moan was a little
louder she did it; that was all it took for Jeremy to decide that he
really wanted to find out what that little spot was. Until then, he
had plenty of other things to occupy him -- such as watching what his
sister was doing right in front of him.

As she'd done before, she had one hand between her thighs while the
other moved around on the rest of her body (though it seemed to spend
most of its time on one or the other of her breasts). The big
difference between this time and the previous ones was that she had
her eyes open, and was looking at him. After he'd seen her eyes
flicker a couple of times toward where his cock was jutting out, he
remembered that he was supposed to be playing with himself, too.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, he got his hand wrapped around his erect
penis and began slowly stroking himself...

When Dawn saw her brother wrap his hand around his penis, the first
thing she noticed was that what stuck out beyond his hand was roughly
half as much as he had hold of. The second thing was that he didn't
seem to have to touch himself any harder than she did: his grip on his
cock was plainly loose and relaxed. What really got her attention,
though, was the sight of his balls swaying in time with the way he'd
begun stroking himself. From helping her mother with the rest of the
kids for as long as she could remember, Dawn knew that all the boys
had been circumcised, and found herself fascinated by the sight of how
Jeremy's hand would push his foreskin over the head of his erection
before pulling it back again. Watching him, she could feel herself
getting more excited and more quickly than ever before; she knew it
wasn't going to take long at all before she'd find the release that
she wanted.

Despite having seen his sister masturbating only a few times before,
Jeremy somehow knew that having him standing there and jerking off
while she watched was having an impact on Dawn. It wasn't any one
thing that he could identify and say was cluing him in -- but there
wasn't any doubt in his mind that she was going to orgasm a lot
sooner, and maybe a lot harder, than he'd seen so far. Knowing that
SHE was going to climax because of being able to see HIM only served
to ratchet up Jeremy's arousal: knowing he was doing it, and powerless
to stop it, he found that he was getting more and more into what he
was doing -- and more to the point, moving himself closer and closer to
emptying his balls. He tried to slow down and put it off, but the
moment he let himself get distracted (by, say, looking at how she was
teasing her erect nipples, or watching her fingertip dip between her
pussy lips), he unconsciously sped up again. It was only when he told
himself that she'd said she wanted to watch him and see him cum,
without specifying when or how, that he felt it was okay to give
himself over to his almost overpowering urge to climax.

Without knowing how, Dawn could tell that Jeremy had given up any
attempt to delay his climax, and was focused solely on looking at her
while he found his own pleasure. Rather than being upset or
disappointed, she was eagerly looking forward to seeing what happened.
She'd told Jeremy to say something when he was going to squirt his
semen, but that had been before she'd realized that she couldn't close
her eyes -- that she'd be so aroused and interested in looking at him
and his erect cock. She knew that she was getting close to her own
orgasm, and couldn't help wondering if she or Jeremy would climax
first. She hoped that he would, so that she could watch; but she was
afraid that it wouldn't happen for him until he got to see HER. It was
only when she realized that his hand was moving on his cock faster
than her fingers were on her clit that she had any real reason to
think that she might get what she wanted.

Jeremy had reached the point where he knew that it wasn't going to be
but a few more seconds before he came. Even though Dawn was watching
him, he still (somehow!) managed to remember to tell her "Sis! I'm
gonna cum! Soon!"

To his infinite amazement, he heard her say "Yes, Jeremy! Do it!" --
and that was pretty much all it took; he pulled his hand back one last
time before the first spurt of his cum erupted from the end of his
cock and landed squarely between Dawn's breasts. The second spurt
easily passed her navel, and the third hit just below it. After
turning his body slightly, his fourth wad of semen landed on her right
hip; the fifth ended up on the inside of her thigh, and the last few
simply wet his hand. After that, all there was for him to do was stand
there, gasping with the intensity of his climax -- and watch Dawn in
the throes of her own pleasure...

The feel of Jeremy's semen landing between her breasts had surprised
and amazed Dawn; but when the second, then third, landed on her, that
was the last bit of stimulation she needed to trigger her own release.
The first spasm had her arching her pelvis up off the bed before her
entire body seized up and almost causing her to black out from the
intensity of it. When it had passed, she was barely able to draw in a
little bit of air before the second overwhelmed her. After that, the
waves of pleasure that coursed through her were progressively milder --
though still strong enough to leave her weak and gasping when they
were over. She heard Jeremy's concerned "You okay, Sis?", and managed
to tell him "I'm okay, Jer. Minute?", asking him for a little time
before she had to speak again.

Though still breathing a little fast a couple of minutes later, Dawn
looked at her brother, and on seeing the concern on his face, told him
"I'm fine, really. It's just that that was a LOT more than ever
happened before". Seeing that Jeremy's hand and penis were still wet
and glistening from his cum, Dawn felt herself start to get excited
again even though she knew that there wasn't a darn thing she'd be
able to do about it.

Seeing that she'd looked at his sticky hand and cock, Jeremy couldn't
help blushing before Dawn told him "It's okay, Jer. You did just what
I wanted you to, so there's nothing to be ashamed of, okay?"

He managed to nod his understanding (if not agreement) before she went
on to say "Why don't you go ahead and use the bathroom to clean up
first? I think it's going to take me a few minutes before I'll have
the energy to get up..."

Feeling embarrassed again now that it was all over, Jeremy mumbled
that he would, and quickly gathered his clothes and made his escape; a
moment later, Dawn heard the bathroom door close. Alone in her room,
she took advantage of the opportunity to finally find out what a guys
semen was like. The first thing she did was to collect the blob from
between her breasts, and slowly and softly rub it between her fingers
-- finding it thick and a little slippery. That much accomplished, the
next thing was to find out how it smelled; holding it to her nose, it
took her several seconds of trying before concluding that it didn't.
Finally, after a few false starts, she elected to see if it had any
taste: getting the tiniest bit from her finger to her tongue, she
easily learned that it was salty, but not much else. Thinking that
perhaps that she simply couldn't detect any flavor from the little bit
she'd sampled, she nervously stuck both fingers in her mouth so that
she had almost the entire wad of his cum on her tongue. It wasn't but
a couple of seconds before she decided that other than being a trifle
thick and salty, there really wasn't much to it. That settled, she
spent the rest of the time waiting for Jeremy to get out of the
bathroom by idly smearing the rest of his cum around on her body. By
the time she heard the bathroom door open again, she'd managed to
'glaze' nearly the entire front of her body -- at least, from the navel
up. She was still a virgin, and not on any kind of birth control, and
didn't want to take any chances of getting pregnant. Though ready to
clean herself off, Dawn waited until she heard Jeremy's door close
before getting up, so that she wouldn't have to risk Jeremy seeing her
with practically her entire front coated with a sticky white film...

At supper that night, the rest of the kids could tell that there was
something going on between Jeremy and Dawn. But it was a common enough
occurrence for any two of them to be at odds for some small thing or
other that none of them thought anything about it: if it got too bad,
or went on for too long, one or both of their parents would deal with
it.

As for the participants themselves, both were entirely too aware of
the other one and both mildly embarrassed about what had happened, and
nervously anxious for it to happen again. Neither one could look at
the other without remembering how they'd looked naked, and then
feeling themselves getting aroused in response.

It was a full week before a blushing Jeremy hinted to Dawn that if she
were so inclined, he'd be a willing participant in another meeting. It
didn't take her but a second to decide that she was, and let her
brother know. They readily agreed on the next afternoon.

With no need for any negotiations, their next experience together went
a bit faster. There was still a little residual nervousness, but by
the time they'd finished, both had found it easily as satisfying as
before.

The next several occasions happened progressively sooner and sooner;
it wasn't long before the two of them were spending part of their
afternoons in Dawns room fairly often: they seldom waited more than
two days in between, and NEVER three.

It was a couple of months after that first session of mutual
masturbation, and they'd just gotten undressed that Jeremy finally
worked up the nerve to hesitantly ask Dawn "Uh, Sis? Remember that you
said that there wouldn't be any touching? Well, I was, uh, thinking,
and... well, if it was okay, and you wanted to, I mean... it would, um, be
okay with me."

Dawn had known for weeks that Jeremy was wanting to be able to touch
her, and she'd found herself getting excited at the idea. But she'd
also figured that until and unless Jeremy was willing to let HER touch
HIM, she wasn't going to let it happen: while she figured that letting
Jeremy play with her tits and touch her between her legs would feel
good and everything, what she wanted was to be able to get her hands
on his cock and balls. Just to make sure that she was hearing him
correctly, she asked "Both of us touching each other, you mean? You
get to touch me, and I get to touch you?"

Blushing, Jeremy answered "Uh, yeah, that's what I mean."

Not wanting to seem too eager, Dawn waited a couple of seconds before
answering "I guess that's okay." Realizing that her brother probably
didn't know how to touch her (and that she had no clue about HIM,
either), she suggested "So nobody gets hurt, I think any touching
needs to be soft and easy at first. Then either of us can tell the
other one when it's getting too much, okay?"

Jeremy was more than willing to agree; the thought of his sister
squeezing his balls made his blood run cold. Then he thought of
something else that he figured he should ask: "Is it just touching? Or
is it okay to, you know, look closer, too?"

Dawn knew that she DARN sure wanted to get a closer look at her
brothers workings, and didn't hesitate to reply "Looking closer is
okay, too. Just be polite and everything, like the first time."

"Sure thing, Sis."

With both of them knowing that they wanted to check the other out, and
figuring that the other wanted to check THEM out, they moved to stand
where Dawn had already laid out her beach towel. Facing her brother,
Dawn told him "You can go first, if you want."

It took Jeremy a few seconds to work up the nerve to raise his hand
and finally touch one of the pale mounds of his sisters tits -- and
immediately wished he'd had the nerve to suggest touching sooner.
Slightly over-filling his hand, Dawns breast felt warm to his touch;
when he gently squeezed it, he was amazed at how it felt both soft and
firm at the same time. It didn't take but a second before he had his
other hand filled, and less than a minute before he'd left his
fingerprints over the entire surface of Dawns tits. After a brief
detour to play with her erecting nipples, Jeremy went back to cupping
Dawns breasts before checking to see how they felt as he gradually
began squeezing them a little harder. After a bit, Dawn told him "You
aren't hurting me, but that much feels uncomfortable"; he quickly and
readily eased up. From there, it was on to begin softly caressing the
surface of each of her mammaries, marveling at how smooth they felt
before noticing that her areolas and nipples were sticking out more
and more as he did. He happily applied himself to seeing how much he
could make them stick out before finally giving in to the temptation
to play with them again.

When he'd finally satisfied his initial curiosity (knowing that he'd
be able to do it again the next time), Jeremy realized that Dawn would
have to lay down and spread her legs for him to be able to really see
and touch the other part of her he was interested in. Following that
thought was that he could show he wasn't being 'greedy' or selfish by
letting her look at HIM before that: she'd have to sit down anyway,
and when she did, she'd be in position to check HIM out. After running
his thumbs across the rubbery nubbins of her nipples, Jeremy let his
hands fall to his sides before telling Dawn "Why don't you go ahead
and do me, next, and then I can look at... the rest of you", with a
faint blush.

Dawn easily understood what he hadn't said, and didn't have any
problem with it -- even though she knew that she'd be aroused and wet
when Jeremy saw her there. When she sat down on the edge of the bed,
Dawn could see that Jeremy wasn't completely hard. It took her a few
seconds to understand that he wasn't hard all the way because he was
nervous about her looking at him and touching him; he wasn't
completely soft because he'd been able to touch and play with her
tits.

Just as he'd done with her, Dawns first touch of her brothers cock was
soft and gentle -- and pleased her tremendously. It didn't take long
before she had her hand wrapped around it, marveling at how thick and
heavy it felt. And unless she was mistaken, she could feel him getting
longer and harder as she held him -- something that delighted her.
Mimicking what she'd seen him do, she began to slowly stroke him and
felt it as he responded to her efforts even more quickly. In less than
a minute, his erection was pointed at the ceiling, and she found
herself fascinated by how hot and hard he was under her touch. When
his cock didn't grow appreciably larger after she'd stroked it a few
more times, she turned her attentions a bit lower: his scrotum, and
more to the point, his balls. Her first considered action was to
simply cup her hand underneath and then lift them. She could easily
feel each of them in her hand, and proceeded to carefully and gently
investigate them. She knew that Jeremy hadn't meant to cause her any
problems when he'd been touching her breasts, and he'd quickly backed
off when she told him that what he was doing didn't feel good. She was
even more careful about how she handled this part of him, when a flash
of inspiration told her that it was being hit in THIS part of his
anatomy that made a guy hit in the crotch fall down so fast in those
funny videos.

She was carefully mapping them with her fingertips while trying to
build an image of what they'd actually look like when he quietly told
her "Just so you know, if you pull or squeeze any harder, it's going
to start hurting". Hearing that, Dawn stopped what she was doing in
favor of returning her hand to her brothers erect cock. Jeremy's cock
had softened a bit, which told her that he had been even more patient
about how she'd been handling him than she'd been with him. Regretting
having caused him that much discomfort, she decided to make up for it
by taking his erection in her hand and slowly stroking him in an
effort to not only get him erect again, but bring him some 'extra'
pleasure.

Jeremy had felt no small measure of relief when his sister moved her
hand back to his penis: not only did his balls feel better, but her
cool hand and fingers were doing wonders about getting him back to
full erection. They felt good enough, in fact, that it crossed his
mind that having her do it until he climaxed would make his release
even more powerful; the only thing that prevented him from suggesting
it was that he was afraid if he did, he wouldn't get the chance to
look at, and touch, her between her legs -- things that he most
definitely wanted to do!

As Dawn continued her ministrations to Jeremy's erect cock, she could
feel herself getting more and more aroused: not just from having a
real, live penis in her hand, but that it was Jeremy's that she was
touching. And not only wasn't she concerned that he would see how
excited she'd gotten before she even started touching herself, she was
actually getting even MORE turned on at the thought!

It didn't take much longer before Dawn decided that she couldn't stand
it any more -- she simply had to get herself off before she went crazy;
and before she could do that, she still had to finish what they'd
started by letting Jeremy look at her between her legs, and even touch
her. The way she was feeling just then, she wasn't all THAT sure that
she wouldn't have an orgasm just from that...

When Dawns hand left his penis, Jeremy's first reaction was
disappointment; that lasted only until he saw that his sister was
scooting herself back on the bed a little bit, meaning that he was
finally going to get his first ever look at an actual pussy. And not
only that, but he'd be able to touch it, too! Jeremy, too, found the
idea that it was his own sibling added to the excitement and pleasure
of what they were doing. As Dawn lay back on the bed and spread her
legs, an almost physical wave of her scent ran its fingers up his
nostrils -- turning his cock from an iron bar to something that felt
like it was made of tempered steel. When he was finally able to pull
his eyes away from the sight of Dawns visibly damp cleft, he could see
that she had developed a blush than ran all the way down to the tops
of her breasts, and was darker than he'd seen before. Not only that,
but the dark peaks of her nipples were noticeably longer than they'd
been before, and the area around them had raised up a bit, as well.
When he looked at Dawns eyes, though, he could see that her gaze was
locked on where his cock was waving in the air...

Dawn didn't have the faintest idea of what Jeremy was doing; her
attention was focused entirely on watching his erection and balls as
they went through a number of small changes, and moved around
slightly. She saw a drop of his juice appear at the end of his cock,
and immediately wished that she'd waited a few more seconds so that
she could have licked it off. Even as the image of doing that came
into her mind, the sensations in her vagina changed so that she
started feeling a kind of emptiness there. It was only then that she
finally recognized the sensation for what it was: not just a sign of
how very aroused she was, but her body's call for a nice hard cock to
FIX that hollow feeling. Immediately following that, it occurred to
her that she was looking at an erection that would do the job very
nicely, thank you very much; it was only the fact that it was Jeremy's
cock that kept her from asking that it be put where it so obviously
needed to be -- while she was okay with having her brother look at her
(and even touch her), the idea of actually letting him fuck her was
still farther than she was willing to go...

Even as Jeremy was leaning over to get the best view he could of his
sisters pussy, he saw as her vaginal lips got a little darker and
longer, and the area between them became visibly wetter. He knew that
meant something had gotten her more excited, but he couldn't imagine
what it could have been. He quickly gave up on wondering about it in
favor of finally reaching out and letting the tips of his fingers make
their first tentative contact with Dawns dark pubic thatch. He found
it to be soft and fine, and didn't delay in 'combing' it with his
fingers as he both marveled and delighted in it...

It took several seconds before Dawn realized that Jeremy was actually
touching her by running his fingers through the wedge of hair between
her legs. He was doing it slowly and gently, and she couldn't help but
wonder why; when she looked at his face, she could see from his
expression that he was fascinated by how it felt, and was apparently
enjoying what he was doing. She went back to watching his fingers,
only to be surprised when she realized that what he was doing actually
felt... well, kind of nice...

As much as Jeremy liked the feel of his sisters muff, it was the
opening below that began to call to him. So as to not do anything
sudden that might surprise or upset his sister, Jeremy decided to
slowly shift from just touching Dawns bush to including the entrance
to her sex; the next several strokes he made started and ended
gradually lower and lower, so that his fingertips gradually approached
the glistening cleft between Dawns smooth thighs...

Dawn was so fixated on watching and feeling Jeremy's fingers moving on
her that she really didn't notice the gradual change in where he was
touching -- at least, until she felt his first feather-light contact
with her erect clitoris; the resulting sensation almost had her
cumming right then and there! The only thing that kept it from
happening was the fact that that first touch had been so brief. She
saw him look at her, and she immediately understood that he was
checking to make sure that her reaction hadn't been one of pain; she
didn't hesitate to tell him "It didn't hurt, Jer -- it felt good!"

The next time he touched her there, it was marginally harder, and
lasted a few seconds. Again, she didn't delay in reassuring him
"That's fine, Jer. You can touch me there some more, if you want, if
you'll use some of my juices so I don't get too dry..."

Hearing that Dawn not only didn't mind him touching her, but even
telling him to get some of her wetness on his finger -- he figured she
HAD to know where he'd get it! -- was almost more than Jeremy could
deal with. But when his brain went on a break, his crotch readily
picked up the slack -- it wasn't but a couple of seconds before he was
carefully sliding a finger between Dawns labia so that he could
transfer some of her wetness to where it was needed. As he was doing
that, he couldn't help but slide his thumb and finger against each
other, checking to see what her juices felt like, and discovering that
they were most like an extremely light oil in how thin and slippery
they were.

With the additional lubrication of Dawns juices, Jeremy could tell
that his sister really liked the way he was touching her. Then when he
remembered how she'd moved her fingers when she was doing it herself,
and duplicated her actions as best he could... well, that only seemed to
please her even more...

When Jeremy had slid his finger across the entrance to her vagina, it
was all Dawn could do not to arch herself up and push herself onto her
brothers finger. When he started gently pressing on her erect
clitoris, it felt good -- but when he started moving his finger around,
it was even better. He wasn't touching her quite the same way she
touched herself, and that difference only served to emphasize that it
was JEREMY that was touching her so intimately. By that point, Dawn
was so aroused that the stimulation provided by her brother was slowly
-- but steadily -- moving her closer and closer to an orgasm. When she
felt his fingertip move from her clit to her opening again, she got
the idea of trying to do for Jeremy what he did for himself. But when
she tried to reach for his erection, she discovered that he was too
far away; opening her eyes to look at him, she hesitantly told him "I...
I want to do you, like you're doing me..." before wriggling herself
around a bit so that she was laying more crosswise to him -- and
getting him to where she could wrap her hand around his cock...

Jeremy couldn't believe he'd heard Dawn correctly, at least not until
he felt her begin sliding her hand up and down his erect penis. Once
she started THAT, there was no way he was going to be dumb enough to
say that they should just be watching each other get off! So as to
keep Dawn interested in doing HIM, Jeremy didn't delay in getting
another sample of Dawns oils moved to where he could use them, and
getting back to what he'd been doing.

As the two youngsters continued their actions, each of them quickly
got closer and closer to their release as each of them fed off the
others arousal: neither was quite doing what the other did to
themselves, and that slight difference was both enough to add to the
stimulation each felt, and delay their climaxes. Ultimately, it was
Dawn that succumbed first: his touch on her clitoris and the slight
pressure of his finger against her opening when he collected more of
her oils, together, were more than enough. Jeremy quickly followed her
example, though -- watching her as she climaxed while he could feel her
opening getting wetter and wetter as it clenched in time with the
waves of pleasure he could see her going through were more than
sufficient to have him emptying his balls onto his sisters breasts and
abdomen.

When both of them had recovered from the intensity of what had
happened, Dawn unthinkingly collected the first (and largest) blob of
Jeremy's semen on her fingers, and stuck them in her mouth. Only when
she heard his soft gasp did she realize what she'd just done, and
blushing, opened her eyes to look at him. He was plainly surprised at
what she'd done, but she couldn't detect anything else in his
expression: he didn't seem to be grossed out, or disgusted, or
anything else -- just surprised. Several seconds went by before he
hesitantly asked "You... you've done that before? Tasted me, I mean?"

Dawn felt her ears burning as she reluctantly admitted "Well, um,
yeah. The first time was when we both, you know... I mean, it was ON me,
and when I was wiping it off I just couldn't help but wonder, you
know, what it, uh, tasted like. I knew how it felt, and it didn't have
any smell, so I just kind of got a little bit on my finger. It didn't
really taste like anything, so I got some more and tried it again. All
it was was a little salty and thick; it didn't taste BAD, or anything,
and I finally decided that I, uh, kinda liked it, even. Since then,
any time we were together, I'd just clean most of it off like you just
saw."

Then, as Dawn watched, Jeremy calmly stuck one of HIS fingers in his
mouth; it took her a couple of seconds to realize that it was the
finger that he'd been using on her -- and that it must still have some
of her juice on it. She felt several different things -- amazement,
horror, trepidation, curiosity, and finally arousal -- before she saw
him smile as he pulled his finger back out. She lay there, stunned,
until she realized that he was reaching between her legs again;
apparently intending to get more of her on his finger so he could do
it again!

"Jeremy! What are you doing?!" she demanded, as she closed her legs.

"You said you decided you liked how I taste. I've smelled you when
you've been excited, and I really liked it, so I figured it was okay
to see if YOU taste as good as you smell -- and you DO. So I was going
to taste you again: I mean, if you tasted MY stuff all those times, I
don't see why I can't taste YOU some more!"

Dawn found herself feeling the pull of two different reactions:
pleasure that Jeremy liked how she tasted, and mortification at
letting him taste her again. For several long seconds, she couldn't
make up her mind WHAT she wanted to say or do before she finally
settled on telling him "It's okay if you want to taste me -- but only
while we're doing stuff. I don't want you sticking your finger in me
like you're trying to find out what kind of pie I am!"

Jeremy was visibly disappointed, but didn't argue the matter with her.

A minute or so later, he said "Well, I guess we'd better clean up now,
before the others get home."

Dawn was about to agree with him when Jeremy suddenly brightened and
exclaimed "Hey, Sis! I just had an idea!"

"What's that?"

"Since we're okay being naked, and touching each other and everything,
why don't we take a shower together? Maybe we could even, you know,
have some more fun while we're in there..."

Dawn's first thought was to refuse, but when she paused to really
think about what Jeremy had said, she realized that there really
wasn't any reason that they shouldn't go ahead and clean off together.
Even if they DID start fooling around, it wasn't like they'd be doing
anything more than what they already had, would it? Then when she
imagined having Jeremy's hands moving around on her wet and soap-slick
body (and her hands on HIS!)...

Dawn couldn't help grinning as she answered "Yeah, I think I'd like that!"

When Jeremy heard that, he couldn't help but look his sister over
again, and his imagination quickly mirrored Dawns fantasies.

When she saw Jeremy's cock start growing again, Dawn knew that he was
thinking the same things she was, and felt her breasts tighten. She
quickly moved to stand up, and took Jeremy's hand before saying
"C'mon, Jer, let's GO!" before leading him to the bathroom...

Over the course of the next half hour, both kids discovered that it
WAS possible to actually live a fantasy as they got much more familiar
with each others bodies in the process of getting each other off again
-- and finally getting cleaned up.

Other than the initial nervousness, the next several of their
'meetings' went much as the first had, with a few notable differences.
First, Jeremy wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to collect a goodly
amount of Dawns oils onto his finger for deposit on his tongue.
Second, Dawn quickly discovered that having Jeremy watching as she
collected his cum for oral disposal turned BOTH of them on -- something
that soon had their 'clean up' sessions becoming as passionate as
their pre-shower time. The other thing that happened was that each of
them began to feel as much affection for the other as they did lust.
It wasn't long before both had completely forgotten any thoughts or
ideas of getting any kind of advantage or leverage over the other;
instead, each became more considerate of, and affectionate toward, the
other.

It was a little over a month before Dawn had the idea that rather than
the two of them simply masturbating each other, they could find their
pleasure by each of them getting their oral pleasures directly from
the other -- going from using their hands to using their mouths. Jeremy
readily agreed, and it didn't take them long before they were
frequently (and enthusiastically) positioned with their heads at each
others crotches. Jeremy quickly learned how to bring Dawn multiple
orgasms; in return, she was quite willing to orally pleasure Jeremy
while letting him use just his hand in return when she was starting
her period.

Several weeks went by, and Jeremy and Dawn had finished a pleasant
session of '69'. After they'd both gotten their breath back -- and
engaged in a little mutual fondling of each other -- they were ready to
get cleaned up. Both were still naked when Dawn opened the door to her
room, and the two of them stepped out into the hallway -- where they
were horrified to discover their twin sisters Brittany and Bethany.

Jeremy's heart was in his throat as he managed to stammer the question
"W... wh... what are you doing here?" as he tried to casually cover his
cock and balls. Next to him, Dawn wasn't bothering with trying to
cover herself -- whether because she was female, or because they'd
already been 'busted', Jeremy wasn't sure.

It was Bethany that spoke first, saying "We were going to go to
Sylvia's house, but when we got there, we found out that her Mom
wasn't feeling good."

Brittany followed that with "When we got home, we were going to go to
our room, but when we got upstairs, we heard noises coming from Dawns
room. We wouldn't have paid any attention, except that it sounded like
there were two people -- and that one of them was maybe a boy." Though
all-but-identical twins, and close, the two girls had never done
anything like finishing each others sentences or demonstrating any
kind of special bond. However, it was common for the two of them to
converse with others as though they were a single person.

So it wasn't unusual for Bethany to pick up where her twin had left
off by telling Jeremy and Dawn "We wanted to see if we were right, and
if we were, who it was."

"We never thought it'd be you, Jeremy!", Brittany finished.

Several seconds went by before Dawn hesitantly asked "Okay, so you
know it was Jeremy. Now what?"

Both girls pointedly looked Dawn and Jeremy over before Brittany
answered "We don't know yet. When we thought you might just be with
some guy, and maybe kissing and touching, we were going to see if
you'd let us learn how to kiss and stuff from him."

When Brittany stopped, Bethany continued with "But now that it's you
and Jeremy, and we know you were... doing stuff... Well, we're going to
have to think about it a little bit."

Then it was Brittany's turn, and she told them "It looked like you
were on your way to the bathroom, maybe to clean up" -- Jeremy and Dawn
both blushed -- "so you go ahead and do... whatever you were going to
while Beth and I talk in our room. I don't think it'll take us long,
so you can let us know when you're done."

With that, the twins gave Dawn and Jeremy another once-over -- Jeremy
had given up trying to cover his crotch -- before turning and heading
down the hall. It was only a few seconds before Dawn was closing the
bathroom door behind her brother. Neither said a word as they went
about what had become their routine about getting cleaned up: Dawn
would get a couple of towels out and ready while Jeremy got the shower
started; when Dawn moved next to him, they helped each other get
cleaned up, then dried. Though there was still a small amount of
groping and fondling along the way, both kids were too nervous and
worried about their sisters to engage in the kind of play that usually
let both of them find another release.

When both were dressed again, they held hands as they made their way
toward the twins room. It was Dawn that hesitantly knocked on the
closed door, and they heard Bethany's "Come on in". After a look at
each other, it was Jeremy that turned the handle and opened the door;
he and Dawn were both nervously looking at the floor as they made
their way into the room. They'd stopped roughly in the middle when
they heard someone move to close the door behind them, followed by
Brittany quietly saying "Turn around, and look at us."

Doing as they were told, Jeremy and Dawn faced the door -- only to
discover that both of the twins were standing there stark naked.

Jeremy couldn't help looking at their bodies: he was just a year
younger than Dawn, so with them being but a single year behind him,
their physical development wasn't that much less than he'd seen on
Dawn. He judged that his cupped hand would cover each of their
breasts; each was capped with a small areola (that looked vaguely
puffy to him) which in turn sported a tiny, rosy-pink nipple. At the
juncture of their thighs, their dark pubic hair barely covered their
mounds, and was still sparse enough that he could see the skin
underneath it -- and the cleft of their sex. Having grown up with them,
Jeremy didn't have any trouble noticing that there were distinct
differences between the two of them: both pairs of breasts, as well as
pubic thatches, were subtly different. It was plain as could be that
they were twins -- but it was also obvious that each was unique in her
own right.

Jeremy was still trying to memorize the sight of them when Dawn asked
"What are you doing? Why are you standing there like that?"

It was Brittany than answered "After we came in here, we realized that
we probably had you worried that we were going to tell Mom and Dad,
even though we'd never do anything like that. We also figured that you
were embarrassed about us seeing both of you naked, and nervous about
what we'd say or want you to do. So we decided that we'd do this to
kind of show you that you didn't have to worry about us."

Then Bethany told them "We told you that if it had been Dawn and a
guy, we were going to see if she'd let us learn about kissing and all
that from him. We weren't going to like, blackmail her about it,
though. I mean, both of us know that she -- and you, Jeremy" -- hearing
his name was what finally drew his attention away from his naked
sisters -- "get put in charge all the time 'cause you're the oldest.
But we've seen what it's like for you, too: how you usually have to
give up doing what YOU want to, when it happens. Even so, neither of
you is really mean or anything about it, either. We know that you have
to tell us and the younger ones to do stuff because you know that's
what Mom and Dad want, not because you're trying to be our boss, or
anything. So we figured that if Dawn was with a guy... well, then it was
just her chance to do something SHE wanted to. We would have been
disappointed, but we wouldn't have said anything."

Brittany continued then, by saying "We were pretty surprised when it
turned out that it was YOU two, but both of us pretty much understood
it. I mean, we all tease each other, and sometimes we get in arguments
and stuff, but we all know that we can trust each other to help, too,
when it really matters. So we knew that if you were doing stuff
together, that it was because both of you liked it, and wanted to --
that you knew that you wouldn't do anything to hurt each other. What
we had to talk to each other about was what we wanted to do
differently because it was you two."

Seeing the looks of confusion on the faces of her older siblings,
Bethany told them "If it had been another guy, we would have asked
about learning to kiss, and maybe touching -- you know, on the outside,
and with our clothes on. But when we started talking in here, both of
us decided that we were ready for more. Like being naked, and even,
um, touching and stuff, like we think you were doing."

Hearing that last part, Dawn and Jeremy looked at each other and
silently agreed that it would be Dawn that let the other two know just
how far things had progressed.

Facing her sisters, Dawn told them "What we've been doing has been
more than just being naked, and touching each other. Jeremy has
watched me as I touched myself, just like I've seen him."

Seeing the looks of surprise and disbelief on their faces, Dawn didn't
hesitate to inform them "Yes, I'm saying that I've watched Jeremy play
with himself, and let him watch ME. Yes, that also means that we've
both seen as the other one had a climax. And it's been more than that,
too: we've given each other climaxes with our hands, and using our
mouths."

It took a few seconds for that last bit to sink in for the twins; when
it did, though...

Bethany exclaimed "You DID? Put your mouth THERE?" in tandem with
Brittany's "BOTH of you? To EACH OTHER?"

It was time for Jeremy to speak up by answering Brittany: "Yes, both
of us, to each other. I liked the smell of it when Dawn was excited" --
unwittingly, both twins nodded -- "and when I got the chance to taste
it, I found out that I liked THAT, too. So as far as I was concerned,
it wasn't any big deal to taste where it came from. In fact, I like
doing that!"

A grinning Dawn added "Honest, he really does, I promise! And I like
it when he does it, too -- he makes me have really good climaxes."

Hesitantly, Brittany asked Dawn "But what about what YOU do... you know, to HIM?"

Dawn's smile didn't diminish in the slightest as she answered "I think
his stuff -- his cock and balls -- look so sexy, so getting to touch
them made me REALLY excited. I wanted to find out what it was like to
do that, and it was SO much better than I thought. And when I got the
chance to learn about his juice... well, that was as good as I thought
it would be, too -- better, even. So I'm GLAD when I can do that for
him. I even do it when I'm having my period, and all he does is just
use his hand on me!"

The twins considered that in silence for several seconds before
Bethany asked "Are you... are you doing, you know, anything else?"

Dawn calmly answered "No, we're not having sex, if that's what you
want to know." Bethany's blush was confirmation that that was just
what she'd meant before Dawn continued "We kiss and touch and all the
rest pretty much everywhere on our bodies, but we haven't gone that
far, yet."

Only Jeremy seemed to fully understand the implications of what Dawn
had just said; when he turned his head to look at her, the expression
on her face seemed to make it pretty clear that she'd meant every word
of it -- particularly the last one.

Turning to the twins again, Dawn waited a few moments before saying
"Okay, you're not going to tell Mom and Dad about Jeremy and me.
Obviously, you're not afraid to have me or Jeremy see you naked.
You've said that you want to learn about kissing and touching, even. I
don't mind if you want to learn that stuff, but it's Jeremy that
you'll learn it from, so I think it's up to him to say if it's okay
with him."

The girls looked at each other for several seconds before turning
their heads to ask Jeremy "Would you, Jer? Help us learn how to kiss?"
from Brittany, followed by Bethany's "And the other stuff? Maybe even
some of what you and Dawn do?"

To say that he was stunned was an understatement of monumental
proportions: though they weren't as well-developed as Dawn, on seeing
their naked bodies, it hadn't taken Jeremy but a heartbeat-and-a-half
to decide that they were about as sexy and pretty as they could be.
Both had coal-black hair cut in a pageboy style that framed lovely
faces: ice-blue eyes, pert little noses, and pink lips highlighted by
clear, creamy skin. The idea of being able to get his hands on their
bodies, and his head between their thighs, was most definitely
agreeable to him. The only thing that slowed his response was the
consideration of what Dawn would think about his involvement with them
-- and how it would impact HER.

What he finally told them was "I'm not going to say 'yes'", and seeing
the looks of disappointment on their faces, quickly added "and I'm not
saying 'no', either. This is all pretty much a surprise, you know:
having you two see us in the hallway, coming in here to find you
naked, and hearing what you want. How about if you give me a couple of
days to get used to it, and ask me again? That'll give you a chance to
make really, really sure that it's what YOU want, too."

Jeremy couldn't quite figure out the expressions on their faces as his
twin sisters nodded their agreement. But with their acceptance, he'd
bought a little time for himself to find out what Dawn thought about
all that had happened -- and more to the point, what the twins WANTED
to happen. Glancing at his watch, Jeremy let all of them know "It's
getting close to when Mom and Dad should be home. I think we'd better
call it quits for now, okay?"

All three girls voiced their agreement; Jeremy and Dawn made their way
out of the twins room and started toward downstairs. When they were
just outside the kitchen, Jeremy asked Dawn "Did you really mean it
when you said that we hadn't gone as far as having sex YET? You've
really been thinking about that?"

"Yeah, I really meant it, and yeah, I've really been thinking about it."

"But why? I haven't said or done anything to make you think I want us
to do that, have I?"

Dawn gave her brother a quick peck on the cheek before answering "No,
Jer, you haven't. You've been an absolute dear, in fact. I've been
thinking about it because I've been wanting us to have sex. I know
that you do, too, but you haven't said or done anything to push me;
not even a little bit. It's just that the more we're together, the
more I've been thinking about what it WOULD be like if we had sex. I
mean, every time you start getting me all excited, I can feel myself
getting ready for us to be together -- you know, inside. The last
couple of times we've been together, it's all I could do not to give
in and just tell you to turn around, get between my legs, and fuck me!
The only thing that's stopped me, really, is that we don't have any
kind of protection. I've already checked on some of the different
kinds of birth control, and there's only a couple of them that I'd
even think about using. The different kinds of foams and gels and all
that, they aren't all that effective -- and besides which, they're
messy. Anything we could wear, like condoms for you or a diaphragm for
me, would mean that we'd have to actually remember to USE them.
There's only a couple of things left: something they'd put inside me,
called an Intra-Uterine Device, or IUD, or for me to start taking
birth control pills. I'd have to get the pills with a doctor's
prescription, which means that Mom, at least, would have to know I was
taking them -- and I don't think her, or Dad, is anywhere NEAR ready
for the idea of me having sex. That leaves the IUD, which I can't get
-- even from the Free Clinic -- until I'm sixteen; and that's three
months away!"

After taking Dawn's hand and kissing it, Jeremy continued to hold it
as he told her "Dawn, there's no hurry on any of this on my account,
EVER. Yes, I'd like to be able to have sex with you -- a LOT! But I'm
more than willing to wait until we can be sure that we aren't going to
get you knocked up. Even if you had told me that you wanted me to fuck
you, I'm pretty damn sure that I wouldn't have: even that first time
that you wanted to watch me cum, I was careful that I squirted away
from between your legs when it happened."

Dawn felt her nipples harden under her shirt as she remembered it,
before answering "I don't doubt that for a second, Jer. It's just that
it's so damn frustrating that I want us to be together that way!"

"Well, I'm with you, Dawn. If we have to wait until you can go to the
clinic, then we wait. Until then, I'm okay with us doing as much or as
little as you want -- short of doing anything that even MIGHT get you
pregnant. If you want us to stop or slow down what we've been doing,
it's okay."

Dawn grinned before telling him "Yeah, I'll bet. You just want me to
let you off the hook so you can start in with Beth and Brit!" Seeing
the surprised, and even a little hurt, expression on her brother's
face, Dawn quickly told him "I'm sorry, Jer -- I was just teasing you,
honest. I know that you asked them to wait a couple days before asking
you again so that you could talk to ME about it."

"Yeah, that IS why. Sure, I think they're pretty and sexy; but if it
would bother you for me to do anything with them, then I'll tell them
'no'. You're as much as I could ever ask for, and I don't want to mess
up what WE have."

Dawn could see that even though Jeremy was still a little hurt by her
teasing, he meant what he'd said about how important she was to him --
and that only made her realize how much he meant to her, in return.
She had more than ample reason to believe that he enjoyed the hell out
of what the two of them did together, just as she did; that he was
willing to give her whatever time and space she needed just made him
that much more dear to her. But she also loved Brittany and Bethany,
and wanted to make THEM happy, too.

Several seconds went by as she thought about herself and Jeremy, and
the twins, and everything that had happened the last little while.
Finally, Dawn was ready to tell her brother "Let me talk to them a
little bit, and make sure they understand what they're asking to get
themselves into. I can find out what they already know and how much
they want to learn, so you can decide what YOU want to do. Would that
be okay?"

"That'd be great, Dawn. But I still want to know what YOU think, too."

"Okay, Jer."

With that, each of them went their own way to take care of what they
needed to do before their parents came home.

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