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 Disclaimer: These are adult fantasies.  You are strongly advised not to
attempt any of the activities described here, not least because it would
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Subject: Sibling Revelry by Methuselah By: Methuselah Keywords: bgg inc
NOTE: This combines the four Sibling stories.  The chapter links may be
a bit clunky.
NOTE: Revised and extended 16/06/16
We were an unusual family, but then every family is, at least seen from
inside.  My father was rarely with us except at weekends, most of which he
spent in the pub.  My mother was busy a lot of the time, which threw me and

my little sister together.

   Jane was blonde with a pixie-like attractiveness, and slightly built,
even for her age.  I was brown haired, fairly tall for my age and also
quite slightly built.

   I suppose we were both rather shy of the other sex (as we called it in
those unenlightened days before our American cousins taught us to say
"gender" instead).  Together with a fascination with the differences
between our bodies, this led us to experimentation and eventually rather
more.

   Jane was two years younger than me, which, by today's standards makes me
an abuser, but it wasn't quite like that.

   It all started, as it does, in the bath together.  We were both curious
about each other, but Jane was more curious about me, as there seemed to be
more to be curious about.  The way the foreskin could be retracted and
extended gave her much pleasure and she did it repeatedly.  We watched each
other pee and she particularly liked watching me directing the stream for
my amusement and hers.  I graciously allowed her to do it for me, to
suppressed giggles from both of us (even then, we knew enough to keep the
noise down to avert maternal disapproval).

   She copied the way I shook off the last drops afterwards (is this learnt
or is it in the male genome?) and, as I got older, this was beginning to
give me a special but unidentifiable pleasure.

   When I was about nine, something new happened.  When Jane took it
between her little fingers to shake off the drops, she uttered the
memorable words "It's gone stiff and it's ever so big today".  It had, and
it had expanded to a mighty three inches.  We'd noticed it getting bigger
as time rolled on, but this was a quantum leap!

   As she held it in her hand, she uttered the other classic words "It
feels nice.  Does it feel nice to you?" It did.  She stroked it up and down
until Mum, as always, called out "Out of the bath, you two, you'll go all
wrinkly!"

   We had a special giggle about that, then took the proffered towels,
dried ourselves, and went back to our separate bedrooms.  It was all right
to be naked in the bath together, but in the bedroom would never do!  My
willy was still sticking out and I tried rubbing it myself.  It felt good
but the order to get dressed was received and I put it away.  It went down
after a few minutes, but I resolved to try to recapture the pleasure later.

   Did we look at each other differently?  I honestly don't know.  I was
certainly aware that I'd discovered something new and special.

   That night in bed I tried shaking my willy but found that stroking it up
and down as Jane had done felt much better.  I did it quicker and quicker
and then got a strange exciting feeling for the first time - my first
orgasm, although without tangible product.  I also found out that after my
thrill, my willy went soft and didn't like being touched for a minute or
two.

   On our next bath night, I told Jane what I'd learnt.  She was keen to
see, so I knelt over her and stroked myself in front of her face.  "Can I
try that, please", she asked - the third classic question.  She could, and
it felt heavenly.

   Near to climax, I whispered "Quicker, now.  Quicker!" and clasped my
hand over hers to show her the rhythm.  My orgasm was even more stunning
than at my own hands but I had to make her stop and then explain why.  I
told her that It'd had its thrill and it needed to rest for a bit.

   She held my softened willy up with one finger and stared at it with
something approaching awe.  Then, to my surprise, she leant forward and
kissed the tip.  "It's nice.  I wish I had something to play with like
that."

   As I sank back into the bath, my willy began to respond to that
unexpected caress, but I was more intrigued by what Jane had said.

   Quite recently, Mum had handed me a beginner's guide to sex, aimed at
nine year olds.  It was long on oohs and aahs about the wonders of this and
that, but very short of detail on the other.  Needless to say, I'd shown it
to Jane and we'd discussed it at some length.  We'd also examined each
other's relevant parts in the bath.  My "penis" was obvious, although still
somnolent, and we were more or less confident about the position of her
"vagina".  We were baffled, though, as to how such a little soft worm could
go into any hole, let alone such a tiny entrance.

   My little willy going stiff had just offered a clue to that.  I was
pretty sure that what I'd just enjoyed was what the book called an
"erection", but there had been no mention of the very special pleasure that
went with it.  If they'd missed that out, maybe they'd missed out the
special pleasure girls could have.  We'd already noticed that instructional
books for children were often very strong on prohibition but very weak on
enjoyment.

   "I'll stroke yours if you like, Jane", I politely offered.  "Yes,
please, Adam.  I tried it myself in bed after yours went all stiff last
time, but I didn't feel much.  Maybe it'll be nicer if you do it..."

   Jane raised her knees and lifted herself up to show me her pleasant
parts.  As I leaned forward to look, I noticed that my willy was stiff
again and it was getting that tingly feeling, even without being touched.
Jane held herself open with both hands, and as she had done when we
examined the Facts of Life.

   "How did you stroke yourself?" I asked.  I was playing for time, and
maybe just a little curious.  From our previous "show and tell", I could
correctly identify her "vagina" and her pee hole, but the rest was a
mystery and I really had no idea how to tackle it.  My equipment really
needed no manual, but Jane's was a puzzle, even when open in front of me.

   She took her hands away, and I noticed that her slit stayed slightly
open.  "Well, I rubbed it up and down like this", she said, running her
finger up and down between her lips.  "That tingled a bit, so I thought I'd
pretend to be making a baby."

   She held herself open with finger and thumb and slipped her index finger
into her "vagina".  To my astonishment, that tiny hole took it all.  (The
why and wherefore of that we learnt much later, as will you, dear reader).

   "I rubbed it in and out", she said, matching actions to words.  "It
tingles a bit more, but nothing like your "thrill" just now.  Would you
like to try, Adam?" She removed her finger, and now her slit was definitely
wider open.

   "Yes, I would." At least I now had some idea what to do.  I ran my
finger up and down her slit and she was more slippery down there than could
possibly be due to the water.  Then I slid my index finger into her as she
had done.  It found itself in a hot, tight, slippery tunnel and she purred
a little as I moved it in and out.  It seemed to tighten round my finger
with each purr.

   "Mm, that's nice.  Do it a bit more".  I did for a while, then we were
called away as per usual.  As we were drying, she whispered "That was nice,
but I didn't have the special thrill like you did.  Maybe that's just for
boys."

   And so it was, for a month or so.  Jane enjoyed her tingle and I got my
thrill every time.  Then Mum had decided arbitrarily, as adults do, that we
were now too old to bath together.  I stroked myself in my bath and in bed
and, as I discovered later, Jane did too.

   A few months later, I was having a nice lie-in on a sunny summer
morning, when there was a thump on my bed and I looked up to see Jane, in
her nightie, kneeling astride me.

   "What?" I grunted, grumpy on being awakened, even at that age.

   "Sssh!" finger to her lips.  Then she inserted her hand under my sheets
and started feeling around.  I was pretty sure what she was after and
queried "What about Mum?"

   "She's gone next door.  She'll be ages." Jane found what she was looking
for and, being an intelligent child, extracted it from the flap in my
pyjama trousers at only the second attempt.  It was lovely to feel her
stroking it again after so long without, and I reached up inside her
nightie to find she wore no knickers.  She had clearly come prepared.  I
stroked her cleft, which seemed surprisingly damp.  I correctly guessed
that she'd been fondling herself when Mum announced that she'd be absent;
I'd slept through that, myself.

   We stroked each other for a while to our mutual pleasure and then she
whispered, "Let me see you, Adam".  So saying, she released my little cock
and pulled back the sheets to give herself a prime view.  This wasn't
enough, though, and she gestured for me to take down my trousers, which I
did with alacrity.  She was all ready to continue, but I asked, "You, too,
Jane."

   She thought for a moment, then peeled off her nightie and laid it tidily
on my bedside chair.  She leaned forward to get a better view of my assets
and started stroking my willy again.  I reached up to stroke her cunny,
from a slightly different angle, which seemed to give her even more
pleasure.  I might have been a bit slower than usual, having just woken
from a deep sleep, but Jane had seen me doing it to myself and had worked
out what to do, even from an awkward angle.  It felt especially good after
so long an absence and I reached my thrill after just a few minutes, with
my little bum bouncing off the mattress.  I held her wrist to stop her, as
I was getting too sensitive and whispered.  "That was lovely, Jane.  Your
turn now."

   Now I could concentrate on Jane, and I inserted my finger as before and
jiggled it about.  She was tight and wet, and was taking great pleasure in
it, but still without a finishing thrill, despite my vigorous efforts. 
Then we heard the front door open; Jane leapt off me, whisked up her
nightie and vanished into her room.  I licked my damp finger and for the
first time appreciated my little sister's taste.

   Mum called us downstairs and announced that she had decided to improve
herself with evening classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that she'd got
in Mrs Jones from next door to look after us.  That had been the reason for
her fortunate absence while Jane and I reacquainted ourselves with each
other's bodies.

   Now, Mrs Jones was the perfect babysitter, at least for our nefarious
purposes.  She was one of the laziest people I have ever met.  Her idea of
babysitting was to sit on the couch eating chocolates and watching TV from
the moment Mum left to the moment she returned.  She also seemed to be
slightly deaf, although this might just have been applied laziness.  As you
can imagine, she was enormous.  To the best of my knowledge, she never
ventured upstairs, and I doubt that she ever could.  It would be a toss-up
as to whether her heart or the stairs gave out first.

   Nonetheless, this initially upset me.  She sent me upstairs at the same
time as Jane, depriving me of the extra hour due to me by right of
seniority.  However it soon became clear that, as long as we were no louder
than the TV, we could do pretty well anything we liked for a solid two
hours twice a week.  So we did.

   Given that we had fondled each other intimately in the bath for nearly a
year now, we were strangely shy the first time we met in a bedroom for
lustful purposes, about a month after the start of the new regime.

   As I left my room in my pyjamas one Thursday night, Jane came out of the
bathroom, wearing just her dressing gown.  To my astonishment, she untied
the belt, took the lapels and spread her arms wide to give me a full view
of her naked body, pink and glowing from her bath, with legs slightly
spread.  Quite instinctively, I reached out my right hand and cupped her
little crotch and felt its chubby warmth.  I held it for several seconds
then pulled back a little and stroked up and down her slit, which opened to
welcome my finger.  After a few moments of this, she reached out to me and
took my stiff willy out through the hole in my pyjama trousers, getting it
right first time.  She stroked it up and down, which was delightful, but a
smidgen of sense remained to me.  "Isn't it a bit public here on the
landing?" I worried.

   We both kept stroking.  "Yes, but I don't think she's ever going to come
upstairs, Adam.  If we were ever so quiet, well, you know..." I knew,
indeed.  "You mean...  Do things?  In our bedrooms?"

   "Yes, if you'd like to.  Yours would best; I could say I'd come to
borrow a book."

   "All right, come in.  But we'll have to be quiet."

   "Just a moment.  I'll change into my night things.  It won't look as
suspicious"

   I stood by my door and waited for Jane.  To my mind, it took an
unreasonable amount of time, but I was new to the ways of females.  She
slipped into my bedroom and we stood looking at each other.  Jane looked
nice in what, on an adult, would be called a "Baby Doll" nightie in pale
pink, with added bunny-rabbits.  Apparently, she wasn't put off by the red
dragons on my blue pyjamas, either.

   "Shall we undress?" I nervously asked.  "Who's first?"

   "Let's take turns.  You take something off and then I will."

   "OK, but who's going first?"

   "Let's toss for it".

   As luck would have it, I had a couple of pennies on my chest of drawers.
"Call, sis!"

   "Heads!"

   "Heads it is.  Your choice."

   "You go first."

   I was nervous about stripping in front of a girl, even my sister, and I
fumbled a bit as I undid the three buttons of my jacket and tossed it on to
the bed.

   I could see that Jane was also shy, but she lifted the nightie by the
hem, showing me her pretty little knickers (also with bunnies) and
incidentally hiding the blush rising on her face.  She stood like that for
a moment, then lifted it over her head, neatly folded it and put it on the
bedside chair (they really are a different species, even at that age).

   We looked at each other for a long moment, Jane staring at the tent in
my pyjama bottoms, and I noticing her nipples for the first time as well as
the indentation of her slit in her minimal knickers.

   "Go on, Adam", she whispered.

   I slid the trousers down over my hips, letting my willy bob up for her
inspection, then down over my thighs.  I stepped out of them, leaving them
on the floor, and straightened up to give her the perfect view.  She looked
mesmerised.  Her hand slipped down towards her slit as if to play with
herself.  Then she gathered herself and remembered what she was supposed to
be doing (for once, I was too entranced to chivvy her).

   Jane neatly slid her knickers down, stepped out of them and tidily
folded them on to the bedside chair.  When she stood opposite me I had a
full view of her young body about three feet from mine.  Her slit was
definitely open, and a darker pink than the area around it.  She broke the
silence with a giggle "Are we going to stand here all night?  Toss for who
goes first?"

   That broke the tension.  I reached out palm upwards and touched her slit
with my fingers.  As I'd suspected from our previous brief frolic, it was
definitely wet and slippery, and certainly not due to bathwater this time.
She reached forward and took my willy between thumb and finger.

   "Your thing is ever so wet", I said, adding "It's nice", hurriedly when
I saw her expression.

   She relaxed and informed me "It gets like that when I play with it bed.
It makes it easier to stroke.  Yours is wet too."

   "Yes, and it does the same for me".

   "Can I watch you do it, and then you can watch me?"

   "I'd like that, but wouldn't we be more comfy on the bed?"

   We would, but it took a little arranging.  Squatting facing each other
was the only option in the bath, but when we tried that Jane complained "I
want to see you closer."

   I thought for a moment, and then said "How about if you lie on your back
and I kneel over you?  Then you can see him really close up." God knows
what inspired that, but it became one of my favourite positions in later
life.

   It took a bit of organising, though and by the time we'd got ourselves
arranged, my willy had shrunk a bit.  That didn't last long when I saw my
little sister staring at it from a few inches away with fascinated eyes. 
It popped up to its full height - over three inches now and pointing at the
sky above Jane's head.

   She took hold of the foreskin and pulled it back - there was a definite
drop of moisture there.  "See, it's wet, just like mine."

   "It's because he likes you." I giggled, and she joined in.  Then I
remembered when I'd leaned over her in the bath that first time.  "Would
you like to kiss him?'"

   She looked doubtful for a moment, then leaned forward and delicately
kissed the very tip.  I gasped, and she pulled back.

   "Did that hurt?"

   "No, it felt lovely!  Like when you stroke him, only more so.  Would you
do it again?"

   She did, and this time touched him with her tongue.  This was heaven,
but I knew I was about to get my thrill.

   "Do you want to see me finish now?  Do you want to stroke me or shall I
do it while you watch?"

   "You do it so I can see."

   Her hands disappeared out of my sight, but I had a pretty good idea
where they were and what they were doing.  As she leant forward, looking
him in the eye, so to speak, I gave him the couple of strokes that were all
he needed.  My strangled gasps must have tested our babysitter's deafness
and sloth, fortunately without result.

   "Was that nice?" Jane asked, possibly superfluously.  "I wish I could do
that.  It's lovely to watch, though."

   With that, she leant forward and touched my shrinking willy again with
her tongue.  He bounced up again to our mutual surprise, but I was aware of
my responsibilities.  "It's your turn now.  I'll lie on my back and you
kneel over me"

   There was a short interval for scene-changing and I found myself staring
from close range at my sister's play area.  "Stroke yourself for me, Jane."
She did, and I watched her rubbing herself with a finger in her vagina. 
Then she stopped moving and hesitated.  I suspect that she also blushed,
but the bits that I could see were already as reddened as they could be.

   "I kissed you - would you kiss me?"

   I'd already noticed something that was hidden in the bath - the heady
aroma of Jane's private parts, and I'd tasted her on my finger and liked
it. My willy definitely liked it too, and was standing to attention behind
her back.  On the other hand, it seemed such a dirty thing to do.  But
then, she had done it to me and fair was fair.

   I craned my neck forward and kissed her index finger as it rested in her
vagina.  She responded by removing the finger and thrusting herself
forward. I touched her entrance with the tip of my tongue and she gasped. I
kissed her lips, although the angle seemed odd to me, than ran my tongue up
and down her slit, to purrs of approval.  The taste was as exciting as the
aroma, and I'd never been put off by idiotic male scare stories about fish.
Then, as I reached the top of her slit and overshot, she stiffened and
pulled away.  I also pulled back and asked "Did that hurt", from between
the lips of her sex.

   "No, but that's my tickle button.  It feels funny if I push it so I
leave it alone when I play with myself".

   I'd felt that little button with my tongue and it felt to me like a tiny
willy-end.  I knew how sensitive that bit was when poked, but I also knew
how vital it was to my special moments.

   "Can I touch it gently with my tongue?  I think it might be what you
need to - well, you know..."

   She thought for a moment.  "All right, but be very gentle..."

   I bent back to her parts and, remembering what I liked best, gently
licked the underside of her 'tickle bump'.  With my hands on her thighs, I
could feel her initial tension slowly relax.  Then she began to push
herself forward again.  Soon, she was rocking back and forth and gasping in
time.  I would have liked to watch my sister finish herself from close up,
but this time was for her.  She reached her special moment with an
unadvisedly loud cry and then pulled my face into herself with both hands
on the back of her head.

   After a few moments, when we could both breathe, and I could hear, and
Mrs Jones had failed to be disturbed from her chocolates, she stroked my
head and asked "Is it how it feels for you when you have your thrill?  Can
we do it again?  Please?"

   "Sort of like that and yes, of course, if you promise not to smother
me", I said, looking up at her.

   "Oh sorry, Adam.  Oh, you're teasing, aren't you?" She saw me grinning.
"You will, won't you?  It's the best feeling ever.  I'll do you too,
promise."

   When we had played together in the bath we rarely talked about what we
were doing, a wise precaution with Mum just outside the door.  It was
wasted, alas, since Mum had decided that we were too old to bath together.
Thank heaven for our lazy babysitter!

   Now, having the top floor of the house to ourselves for hours on end, we
got used to discussing our new game.  So it was that Jane gestured to me
over Saturday breakfast that she had something important to tell me.

   In the past, on the rare occasions when we wanted to talk about things
in private, we used the back garden as an adult-free zone, and I took the
hint and asked Mum if we could play out there.  After the visual lecture on
what we should and shouldn't do, and a reminder about tidying our rooms,
she let us go, probably glad to have us out from under her feet.

   "What is it, Jane?  You looked as if it's important..."

   "Ssh!  Let's go to our private place!"

   This was a little corner between the shed and some bushes which was not
only inaudible but invisible from the house, and we squeezed ourselves in.

   "Come on now, what's so secret?"

   Jane wriggled round so that we were squashed face to face with her arms
round my waist and whispered "I had my thrill in bed last night".

   "What, like when I kissed you down there?"

   "Yes.  I tried gently rubbing underneath my tickle bump like you did
with your tongue and I got the tingle and it felt more and more and I did
it quicker and then I got the thrill.  I had to push my face into the
pillow to keep quiet.  I got ever so wet, too and I put my finger in my
vagina for the tingle, too."

   "Was it as good as when kissed you there?" I asked, a bit jealously.

   "No, but it was very nice.  I still feel a bit tingly."

   So, I realised, did I.  My willy was stiff as a little rod and pushing
into my sister's tummy through my shorts and her summer frock.  "Oo, I can
feel your willy.  It's all stiff and poking me.  Are you tingling too?"

   "Yes, it feels really good against your tummy", and I squeezed us
together even tighter.

   My arms went round her and I slipped my palms down her back and on to
her tiny bum.

   "That feels nice, Adam", and her hands wandered down to do the same. 
Almost imperceptibly, we started rocking out bodies together, and it was
only a couple of minutes before I gasped and thrust myself against my
little sister as my thrill hit me.

   Jane felt me shudder and go soft, and regretfully said "Did you have
yours?  I think I was really close myself but I didn't."

   What was a gentleman, albeit a very young one, to do?  I slid my right
hand off her tiny buttock and down between us to press against her through
frock and knickers.

   "That feels lovely, but it's not quite it", she gasped.

   "Pull your skirt up so I can get at you", I demanded, passion trumping
politeness.

   "Yes, that's it", she gasped, heaving up her frock in the confined
space. "Stroke me, please."

   I got my hand between our bodies and inside her little knickers and
stroked her slopping slit, taking care to rub alongside her tickle bump. 
She buried her head in my chest as she got her thrill and then rested her
body against mine.  By now my willy was as hard as it had ever been, but I
was beginning to be aware of the risk we were running.  Sure enough, Jane
was called inside for some trivial parental purpose.

   She rearranged her clothes and whispered "Thank you, that was lovely,
but we really shouldn't do it here again", before dashing in to whatever
chore had been invented for her.  I licked my fingers to savour Jane's
aroused flavour and disappeared into the outside loo to finish what her
little body had started.

   The geometry of our private place had taught us the joys of cuddling
fully clothed, so that Tuesday our behaviour was slightly different. 
Rather than changing into our nightclothes and then stripping in my room,
we hugged as soon as we were banished upstairs by the Enormous Jones.

   We held each other tight, grasping each other's bums.  Then, realising
that the landing wasn't the most private place in the house, we backed into
Jane's room, her door being open.  We fondled each other's backs for a
while then Jane raised her mouth to mine.  "Kiss me, Adam".  A month ago,
I'd have been disgusted, but I'd learnt what a kiss could mean, even one on
the mouth.  We played with each other's tongues and I could feel her
arousal and mine as we remembered what we had done with them a few days
ago.

   I pulled back a little and ran my hand up the inside of her leg up to
her crotch, where it met her very substantial school knickers, clearly
designed as a roadblock for occasions like this.

   "They're a bit awkward", giggled Jane, "maybe we should get undressed?"

   I remembered that we had all the time in the world.  "Do you fancy a
game?"

   "A game?"

   "Have you ever heard of strip poker?"

   She hadn't but was willing to learn.  in practice, we would just deal
the cards, one by one, and the low card holder removed an item of clothing.

   It was strangely exciting, sitting on her bed, as we slowly removed our
school clothing at the whim of the cards.  I chose to leave my shorts and
underpants to last as Jane was down to blouse and knickers.  I lost the
next round and Jane pointed and giggled at my stiff willy tenting out my
pants.  When Jane lost, sitting in just her bottle green school knickers, I
was once again fascinated by her nipples.  "Can I touch your chest, Jane?"

   "Well, all right, if you really want to", clearly a bit baffled.

   I stroked a nipple and then rolled it between my fingers.  It seemed to
stiffen and Jane wriggled.

   "It tickles!  Stop it!" But she didn't pull away.  When I stopped, she
rubbed both nipples herself.

   "How does it feel", I asked.

   "Funny.  Funny nice though.  Shall we get on with the game?"

   A tense moment.  I dealt, and she turned over a Queen.  A big grin on
her face, "Come on, Adam, take them off."

   The grin faded as I turned over a King.  "Your turn, I think".

   Jane was a sport.  She stood up in front of me and slowly worked the
school knickers over her hips, dropped them and placed them, neatly folded
on her chair.  This action involved her bending down away from me, giving a
delightful view of her backside and legs.  Then she stood in front of me,
legs apart, showing off all her treasures.

   "Let me see you do it?"

   She opened her legs slightly further, holding herself open with her left
hand and stroking with her right.  She must have been near her thrill, but
she took her hands away and gave me a hand up from the bed.  "Your turn
now".

   She sat, and I stood in front of her, pulling my pants down to display
my little stiffy.  I needed no prompting to stroke myself in front of her
face, and she reached up to touch my scrotum for the first time.  She
leaned forward to touch my willy with her tongue.  It's very wet today, she
murmured, and took him in her mouth.  Its wet warmth and the touch of her
tongue were too much for me.  "It's coming", I cried and, as she backed off
a little, I gave my willy the two strokes he needed.  To our mutual
surprise, a drop of clear liquid appeared on its end as I shuddered to my
thrill.

   Jane delicately captured, it with her tongue and mused, "Mm, it's even
wetter now.  Tastes different, too."

   "Nasty?"

   "No.  Quite nice, really..." A thought struck her.  "It's not the
baby-making stuff, is it?  I'm not going to have a baby?" She sounded quite
worried.

   This, however, was something I did know.  "It's called 'sperm' and it
has to go in the 'vagina' to make a baby.  Yes I'm sure."

   "Oh, good.  'cos I liked it.  Could we do it again?"

   "Not right now", although my willy definitely liked the idea, "Your turn
now".

   I tried to get at her with my mouth as she stood and I sat, but it was
rather awkward, so we went back to our old favourite with Jane knelt over
me.  She loved it and came to her thrill very quickly.  I was a little put
off by the unblinking stare of at least a dozen stuffed animals lined up on
the bedside shelf, but I guess Jane was used to doing herself while they
watched.

   Almost as soon as she'd finished, she was at me again.  "Can I see you
do it again?  Do the sperm thing?"

   I was quite keen to try again, so we knelt facing each other as I rubbed
myself.  Jane set her hands working between her thighs, as I came to my
thrill.  There was no drop of sperm, but a rather charming little bubble as
my little willy did its best to put on a repeat performance.  None the
less, my sister bent down swiftly to take him in her mouth and taste the
precious fluid.

   "Mm, nice.  Makes me feel tingly" she said as she straightened up and
stroked herself as I watched.  I took the opportunity to fondle a nipple as
she did so, and she looked down and smiled, before bringing herself to her
thrill with what looked quite rough handwork from where I was standing (OK,
kneeling).

   Still kneeling, we hugged each other and kissed, giving me the first
taste of my own semen - quite unremarkable, really.

   We devised many variations on this game, and got much pleasure from
them. I was fascinated by Jane's surprisingly sensitive nipples, and she
took a close interest in my sprouting pubic hairs and in the increasing
volume of my "baby making stuff".

   However, we both knew that we couldn't do what we both really wanted. 
It was all right for Jane to take the baby making stuff in her mouth and
she did - often.  Inside her vagina was forbidden territory, though.

   Then, about six months later, Mum gave Jane The Talk.  There was lots of
off-putting stuff about periods and stern warnings about pregnancy, but
there was one startling fact - until Jane started having these "periods",
she couldn't get pregnant.  Of course, it was put to her the other way
round, but the conclusion was obvious.  We therefore determined to do "it"
at the earliest opportunity.

   Oh, and there was one other piece of relevant information.  Mum told
Jane that girls had a piece of skin called a "hymen" blocking their
vaginas, but that she had lost hers falling, ironically, in the bath.  She
was telling her because school doctors and nurses finding it absent might
think Jane had been doing naughty things and she was to tell them about the
accident.  To her credit, Jane managed not to give the game away while
being told this, or perhaps Mum was too embarrassed to look her in the
face?

   In our various games, we'd discovered that night clothes were more
sensuous, although I suspect neither of us knew the word.  In particular,
Jane's nighties and knickers did something special to me, and they went
well with the hugging, kissing and caressing that we'd discovered.

   So, that Tuesday night, I was laid on my bed in my pyjamas waiting for
my little sister to come to me for our first real sex.  When she came in
there was just the slightest suspicion of Mum's expensive bath oil.  She
was wearing a short white nightie with pink edging and she lifted the hem
to reveal sweet little knickers, made even sweeter by a pair of kittens.

   This was the night for her special performance.  She came over to stand
by the bed and lifted her nightie higher to reveal her nipples and just the
beginning of little breast buds.  I reached up to stroke them and gently
tweak the nipples.  She lifted the nightie over her head and dramatically
threw it into the corner.  Now, the knickers.  She ran her hand under the
elastic to play with herself for a moment, then slid then down and dropped
them to the floor.  Stepping out, she picked them up with her foot and
kicked them to the opposite corner.  Holding herself open with left thumb
and forefinger, she delicately inserted her right index finger, as she had
when we first thought about doing this.  I reached up to her, but she
gently pushed my hand away.  My little sister slowly unbuttoned my pyjama
jacket and motioned me to lift up so she could remove it.  To my surprise,
she kissed both nipples in turn, which felt nice, then lifted my willy,
erect to its full four inches, out of the fly of my pyjama trousers and
took it in her mouth just for a moment.

   "Careful, sis, I'll finish too soon if you do that"

   "Just getting him nice and wet so he'll go in easily.  Now, let's have
these off."

   She was as good as her word.  Off they came, and were flung into the
middle distance.  Now, she took up her position as she'd often done before,
except that she knelt over my willy, not my face.

   She took him in her hand and inserted him carefully as she let herself
down on to me.  If my sister's mouth was a delight, her vagina was
Paradise. I tried to push up, but she held me down with her body weight.

   "Hold on a minute, let me just feel you inside me."

   "OK, but I'm not sure how long I can hang on..."

   "That's all right, love; we can always do it again." Jane was pretty
sure of my short recovery period.

   I thought "Love?  Where did that come from?" Then Jane started moving,
and all thought went out of the window.  She slowly moved her bottom up and
down, I responded, and I discovered that ecstasy lay between my sister's
thighs.  In fewer strokes than my years, I pumped her full.  Well, full-ish
- I was producing much more than bubbles by now.

   It was as she said; after letting me lie in contentment for a suitable
period, she brought me back to full mast with her mouth and climbed aboard
again.  After a delightful few minutes it was her moment to achieve
ecstasy. She shrieked her pleasure and then laid down on me to enjoy the
afterglow.  Fortunately the Jones Beast hadn't been aroused from her lair
by Jane's cries.  That tableau would have taken some explaining!

   My sister kissed me lovingly and then with more passion and then
whispered "Come on top".  We rolled over, still joined, and then I started
in my own rhythm.  I honestly believe that my second "thrill" was even more
awesome than my first.

   I honestly lost count of how many times we did it, but I do remember
that we finished by watching each other do ourselves, possibly for old
time's sake.

   We snuggled together afterwards, and I had time to wonder what that
"Love" meant.

   I was to find out but that, children, is a story for another day.

   Chapter 2

   When I broke off, my little sister Jane and I were nine and eleven
respectively.  We'd discovered the delights of sex over the previous few
years, progressing from fondling to full intercourse over that time.  On
hearing The Talk, Jane had just discovered that intercourse would be safe
until she started having "periods" and we took full advantage from then on.

   Our father was almost permanently absent, and our mother had evening
classes twice a week, leaving us to be looked after by Mrs Jones from down
the road, a paragon of gluttony and sloth.  This left us with two hours
twice a week to do as we liked in our bedrooms - and we did.  Although we'd
discovered intercourse, we still enjoyed other pastimes, and it was an
unusual week when Jane didn't finish by swallowing my semen and getting a
special "thrill" from my tongue.

   Nothing much changed when I got to secondary school, although it did
enrich our language.  We liked "cock" and "pussy", but thought "cunt"
rather vulgar.  The really useful word was "come", though.  Who would have
thought that such a simple and common word could be so evocative?

   Mind you, I should have explained it to Jane before using it for the
first time.  I gasped "I'm going to come in your mouth!" She pulled away
from my penis to say "But you're already in..." and suddenly there was
semen/come everywhere but in her mouth.  She was slightly annoyed and very
messy, but she was fascinated to learn this new vocabulary, and quite ready
to rub my "come" into her little breasts (we weren't too keen on "boobs" or
"tits", either).

   After I'd redirected as much as possible of that secretion from her face
into her mouth, she demanded "Lick my pussy and make me come".  How could I
refuse my sister's request, when so elegantly expressed?

   Since the days covered in my last epistle, Jane had developed definite
boob...  sorry, breasts.  Tiny, but definitely there.  Sensitive nipples,
too.  It was one of my delights to rub the head of my cock over a nipple,
and to close the foreskin over it.  Sometimes Jane would wank (another
useful word) me off in that position until my come flowed down her breast.

   She would like to have measured the amount I was producing.  I suggested
that she could wank me off into a glass and weigh it on Mum's kitchen
scales, but this was rejected on grounds of hygiene and practicality. 
There was plenty of it, anyway; at least a mouthful, according to Jane, who
should know.

   She did measure my cock, though (4 1/4 inches fully erect on the
occasion of my eleventh birthday treat, since you ask).  In one of her old
school exercise books was an unlabelled graph whose dog-eared page
suggested a surprising degree of studiousness.

   Jane also had started growing pussy hair, which made it easier for me to
explain the slang term.  Given that she was a true blonde, one had to get
very close to see it but I, for one, found that no hardship.

   Two more dramatic changes occurred a couple of years later when I
reached the age of thirteen and Jane that of eleven (our birthdays were
just two weeks apart, which occasionally resulted in joint presents, never
as nice as we would have received separately!).

   My cock, which Jane sometimes called my willy, for old time's sake, had
reached a full five inches, causing Jane to extend the axis on her graph,
but that wasn't a dramatic change.

   Mum completed her evening classes, told us she was starting a part-time
job next month and sacked the Enormous Jones, declaring that I was old
enough to look after Jane and that there would be no more paid babysitters.
She also made it clear that we'd see a lot less of our father (if that was
possible).  No surprise to us; we weren't stupid kids.

   The second dramatic change, a few weeks later, was that Jane had her
first period.  Typically, she told me before telling Mum, and I hugged her
emotionally.  So did Mum and she was all, "You're a woman now, Jane".

   We were more thinking, "Oh no!  That means no more fucking".  Ah yes,
the F word.  Jane really didn't like it when I introduced her to it,
although she had to admit that it was snappier than "having intercourse".
It was only when she gasped "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!", while having
intercourse and about to come, that it was permitted into our vocabulary.

   It didn't occur to us, though, that the timing was perfect.  Simple
logic should have told us that it would have been perfectly possible for
Jane to get pregnant before her first period was due.  We just never
thought of it.

   We complained bitterly to each other about losing our twice-weekly
sessions, although we knew we'd have plenty of occasions when Mum was at
work and I was babysitting.  In fact, those few weeks of abstinence may
have saved us from disaster.  When the penny did drop, several years later,
there were sighs of relief all round.  No, we didn't figure it out for
ourselves.  There was a scandal about a late-blooming schoolmate of Jane's
who got caught in just that fashion.  We were just lucky, I suppose.

   Still, we got into a new routine when Mum started work.  She preferred
the 2-10 shift because she could ensure that we got ready for school on
time in the morning.  We preferred it because it gave us more time to play
with each other in the evening.  We coped well with Jane being closed to
the public one week in four.  We both loved giving oral sex as well as
receiving it, and I was happy to give Jane more than her share on the
"open" days.

   She was also happy to wank herself through her knickers while having me
come in her mouth or over her breasts, so she wasn't completely left out.
We also experimented with her nipples and she finally got an orgasm as I
rolled her nipples, lubricated by my come, between my fingers.  Just to
show it wasn't a fluke, I repeated the process on her other nipple.

   The fear of pregnancy was something else though.  Jane was in her last
term at primary school, so there was a total dearth of information there.
It was only when she entered secondary school that some light appeared at
the end of the tunnel.  Jane is one of those few people who can just fade
into the background.  Very useful for listening in to things one isn't
supposed to hear.  What she heard was definitely not intended for younger
ears!

   Two older girls, fourth or fifth years, were talking about a girl who
had had the good fortune to be on the Pill since she was twelve.  Now, in
those days, they didn't hand it out like Smarties.  You had to have a good
medical reason if you were under sixteen.  It appeared that this girl had,
or claimed to have had, painful and irregular periods and had been
prescribed the Pill to correct this.  Her classmates were highly sceptical,
although that might have been bitchiness and/or jealousy.

   When Jane reported this back to me, we were interested but not quite
sure where to go from here.  Then inspiration struck: "The library!" I
exclaimed (for the benefit of our younger readers, that's like the
Internet, but with books).

   To explain.  I was a bit ahead of my class at school; OK, way ahead...
That meant I had an adult ticket for the Central Library and time off to
study in the Reference section (think unrestricted access to the Internet).
I couldn't take the books out but I did have a limited number of goes on
the state-of-the-art dye line copier (oh, work it out for yourself).

   What I concentrated on were the legal criteria for prescribing the Pill
to nymphets (technical and boring) and the symptoms of the associated
disorders (technical and yucky).  This took up eight of my assigned ten
sheets so I grabbed two pages on the Laws of Hammurabi, put them on top,
and checked it all out.  Even the librarian's eyes glazed over at that and
she waved me through without checking the rest.

   Jane was much more interested.  No, not in the Laws of Hammurabi, do pay
attention!

   "I've had that.  Yes, I can fake that.  I think I can just see how to
convince them of that.  That one is SO easy!  I think I can see just what
to say there.  Thank you, Adam; you're so clever; you deserve a treat."

   With which she knelt down in front of me, unbuttoned the fly of my
secondary school long trousers and proceeded to give me one of the best
blow jobs of my young life.  Lots of tongue, tantalising pauses and finally
extra suction and a full swallow, spilling not a drop of my come.

   As an encore, she unbuttoned her blouse, pushed her bra up over her
breasts and fondled a nipple after coating it with a mixture of saliva and
semen from her mouth.  She rolled it between her finger and thumb in the
manner of one winding a watch until she had what appeared to be a more than
satisfactory orgasm.

   "I've been practising that in bed - did you like it?'

   I was speechless and just looked down at my cock, fully erect and eager
again.

   "Well, your willy does, anyway.  Come in my mouth again, Little Adam."

   He did and he did.  Then we stood up and hugged each other, kissing
"with tongues" and a fair amount of bodily fluids.  When our lips parted
and with much fondling of buttocks, we discussed our plans.

   "I can see what to do, Adam.  Probably best to get rid of the copies
now."

   "What if you need to check something?"

   "If it's just one thing, you can always go back to the library and
memorise it.  You know what Mum's cleaning is like."

   I did.  As cleaning, it was pretty perfunctory, but as searching it
rivalled the KGB and CIA.  It's a good thing we never wrote anything down
about our affair - up to now, anyway, and Mum, bless her, is long gone.

   I burnt the copies in the garden.  Not the Laws of Hammurabi; they were
actually quite interesting and highly impressed both my mother and my
teachers.  Not Jane, though; she knew they were camouflage.

   The campaign for the Pill took just over six months, with several
emotional outbursts by both of my female relatives but, one fine autumn
day, Jane opened her hand to reveal a bubble pack with twenty-eight
capsules that could only mean one thing.  We said it almost together, "In
fifty-six days we fuck!"

   We celebrated with a prolonged and exhausting session of oral sex with
which I won't bother you, dear reader.  Suffice it to say that we had to
open the windows wide and convince Mum that we were merely enjoying the
autumn air when she got home.

   You have to believe that we counted those days down with care.  Jane
prepared a little grid under her anonymous graph (5 1/2 inches now, thank
you for asking) and we almost made a ceremony of ticking off each day.

   Then, in late November, the day came.  It was a grey school day but Mum
was on the late shift.  At school that day, I was erect from lunchtime
onwards.  Thank God, we didn't have PT or games.  All I could think of was
Jane's cunt (it's all right for me just to think it, OK?)

   I dashed home on my bike, my speed only restrained by the thought that
it would be a terrible waste to go under a bus, today of all days.

   I beat Jane home by about thirty seconds, and we hugged and snogged
violently.  I was all ready to hurl her down on the sofa and have my evil
way with her, but she pushed me away and said "No, Adam.  Remember our
first time?"

   "Yes, but..."

   "So do I.  Let's do this properly, shall we?  Bath first?"

   I have to admit that I was seriously sweaty, despite the November chill.
So, I'm sorry to say, was Jane.  You go first, and wait in your room.  In
your pyjamas, please."

   I did as I was told.  I had my bath as quickly as possible, called Jane
to hers, and waited impatiently.  Keeping my hands off myself was a major
exercise in self-restraint.  I tried thinking of the Laws of Hammurabi, but
they didn't help much.

   After what seemed like a week.  or at least long enough for my mental
processes to reach the great scribe's dictates on oxen and asses, Jane
appeared at my doorway in a teenage version of the Baby Doll nightdress,
albeit in a very small size.  That's what happens when exasperated mummies
say "Oh, go on, buy one you DO like".

   The material of the top was almost transparent, and her aroused nipples
were perfectly visible.  Her breasts were now a good A cup, as the cut of
the material made clear.  It has to be said, though, that there were no
bunnies.

   She whispered "My turn first, this time" and I realised that she
remembered our first time as clearly as I.  She lifted up her top in
stages, first to reveal the equally sheer panties, through which her
aroused pink pussy slit was clearly visible, with even the slightest hint
of blonde curls.  The next was to reveal her beautiful little breasts, a
definite presence by now rather than just a promise.  Her nipples, usually
the lightest pink, were as dark as her pussy and it took all my self
restraint not to ruin it by leaping on her.  The last stage was to lift it
right off and hurl it into a corner.

   She stood there in just her tiny panties, a vision of preteen
loveliness, and gestured to me to take off my pyjama jacket.  I did,
revealing the very first few chest hairs.  No time to boast, though, this
was Jane's big day.

   She turned away to let me admire her delicious buttocks, no longer
boyish, but rounding out nicely into womanliness.  I observed their
curvature closely as an alternative to grabbing them with both hands.  She
wiggled them at me and slid her panties down and let them fall to the
floor. Picking them up with a toe, she kicked them into the opposite
corner. Then she opened her legs, bent forwards, and showed me her pussy
from behind.  Reaching under herself, she slipped a finger into her vagina
and stroked in in and out.

   I was almost bursting by now, but just holding my own - or NOT holding
my own to be precise, when she turned round and held herself open with both
hands as she had at our first Show and Tell.  Despite her self control, I
could see she was highly aroused.  She waved my pyjama trousers away with a
flick of her wrist and I ripped them off without a hint of elegance.

   My sweet little sister didn't seem to mind that.  She sauntered over to
my bed and knelt over my crotch.

   "I'll come straight away", I warned.

   "Ssh, love, so will I."

   I felt that silken sheath settle itself down over my cock for the first
time in far, far too long.  We grabbed each other's buttocks and thrust.  I
heard her scream out, through the red mist as I pumped her literally full
this time around.  There were maybe three strokes, certainly no more, then
we lay in post-orgasmic luxury.  She had been right.  I could feel her
pussy clenching on my still half-hard cock as our mixed fluids drained on
to my groin.

   "Mm...  Just like I remember it, love", she murmured.

   "And for me, too?  Love?"

   "Of course, Adam dear.  Didn't you know?"

   And, thinking about it, I suppose I did.

   We lay in perfect, if damp, luxury for several minutes until Jane felt
me stiffen inside her.  "Let's turn over, love." she whispered, and we
performed the familiar manoeuvre of which we had been deprived for so long.
Taking my weight on my elbows, I started thrusting slowly, savouring each
inch of contact, then speeding up as Jane began moaning in pleasure.  By
the tine we came, we were thrusting away at each other in total abandon.  I
forgot my gentlemanly elbow work and pounded away with my full (if
inconsiderable) weight and Jane grasped my bum fiercely to increase the
pressure, crying "Fuck me, oh, fuck, yes!".  We came loudly and together -
even the Enormous Jones might have heard.

   After a minute or so, Jane exclaimed breathlessly "Get off, you're
squashing me".  When I lifted myself up on my elbows, she raised her head
up to silence my apologies and whispered "That was a lovely fuck.  Good for
you, too?"

   "Perfect, love.  It just feels so wonderful to be inside of you again.
Although your mouth feels great, too..."

   "Good, because that's next.  Roll over and we'll hug like spoons."

   It dawned on me at last that my little sister was taking charge today.
OK, I was slow.  I was male and not yet fourteen years old; what did you
expect?

   I rolled off and Jane away so that my sleeping willy rested between
those buttocks that I had so admired.  I discovered that each little breast
fitted a hand perfectly, which was nice.  The darling little nipples were
still erect, which suggested that my little sister was still aroused.  The
feel of those nipples and the warmth of those buns around my cock were
having its effect on me, too.

   Jane must have noticed the increasing pressure on her backside, because
she whispered "Hang on a minute" and wriggled out of my grasp.  After a
quick rotation and slide down the bed, she was in position to touch my cock
head with the tip of her tongue, and then to take it in her mouth and
caress it.  "Mm, nice" she murmured, which could only have been a reference
to our combined flavours.

   I was expecting to receive another of my sister's delightful blow jobs
but she had other ideas.  She kissed the tip of my willy, then reversed her
previous manoeuvre, snuggling back against my erection.  I fondled her
little titties again and was snugly comfortable when she said, "Come on,
love, let's do it from behind!" For a moment, I thought she was suggesting
buggery, something that didn't appeal to me then and doesn't now.  However,
she raised her left leg and guided my cock into her vagina.

   I honestly didn't know you could do it like that, but my cock, which had
wilted slightly, responded to the familiar warmth and wetness.  Cautiously,
I started to move in and out and realised to my surprise that it felt at
least as good from that angle.  Also, I could actually get at her lovely
breasts from that angle, at the same time as we fucked, which was nice.

   Echoing my thoughts, Jane cooed "Nice, isn't it Adam?  I love you
stroking my breasts, and I can play with myself too."

   She was.  I could feel her fingertips on my willy as she stroked her
tickle bump.

   "Let's do it nice and slowly now".

   We did, and I was really beginning to like this new position.  It lacked
the urgency of what we'd done do far, but there was a much gentler buzz.

   "It feels as if we could do it for hours and hours, love", I whispered
in her ear.

   "Mm, let's" she replied.

   We didn't, of course, but it felt like that.  She came first, with sighs
of pleasure, and I took my time before having a come that was smooth rather
than dramatic.

   Post-sex cuddling was nice in that position, too, and it was a fair
while before I asked the obvious question.  "Where on earth did you learn
that?"

   She turned her head and said, "While we were waiting until I got the
Pill, one of the girls in the class was showing us a book that she had
'borrowed' from her older sister.  It was a guide for the newly married and
it had all sorts of positions for making love.  All the girls giggled about
it and so did I, but I was making mental notes for us when we could do it
again.  Did you like that one, Adam?"

   "It was marvellous, love!  I look forward to doing it again." So much
for Mum's idea of sending Jane to a "nice school", I thought.  I was
curious, though.  "Did it talk about the other things we do, like with our
mouths?"

   "No", Jane giggled, "I suppose that's not for married people.  It said
about 'foreplay', though, which is what we do with our hands.  I wonder how
many little girls played with themselves that night, thinking about it?"

   I wisely didn't comment on my nearly-twelve little sister talking about
"little girls".  I was making early progress on every male's lifelong study
"Understanding Females".

   "Did you pick up any more ideas then, love?"

   "A couple, but none as nice as that.  We've worked out most things for
ourselves", she boasted.  "Now, I think we need a bath.  Mum'll be home in
half an hour."

   She would.  She'd have kittens if she found out why I was so insistent
on a bedside alarm clock, but it was a very useful safety device.

   "Together, Jane?" I was joking.  Regardless of parental prohibitions,
there simply wouldn't be room for both of us now.

   "Of course not, silly.  You can wash my back, though.  And turn over the
duvet and open the window.  I don't know WHAT people have been up to in
here!" A passable imitation of Mum's tone of voice, there...

   All passion spent, we had the chance to appreciate each other's bodies
in the bath.  For my part, I could see that Jane was developing into a
beautiful young woman.  Her breasts and buttocks were rounding out nicely,
and her pussy-fur was on the way to being a golden nest.  By all
indications, she seemed pleased with the way I was developing, but modesty
forbids that I say more.

   So it proved, and much pleasure we had of it.  That though, children, is
a story for another day.

   Chapter 3

   When we parted, dear reader, I was thirteen and my sister Jane was
eleven.  She had started her periods, which threw a spanner in our love
life until my research and her persuasiveness got her on the Pill, by no
means as easy then as now.

   We lived a pretty full sex life, aided by our father's absence and our
mother's 2-10 shift at work.  Our favourite position was on our sides with
me entering Jane's delightful cunny from behind while cupping her breasts
and occasionally stroking her tickle bump.  Yes, I know that's a childish
term, but we'd called it that for the best part of five years and saw no
need to change.  That this is allegedly an old people's position was
unknown to us at the time.  We loved it, because we could take our time, a
rare luxury for kids of our age.

   Those five years, though, were beginning to become a problem.  By the
time I was fourteen we'd pretty well done it all, or at least the things we
wanted to.  Neither of us fancied anal sex, and bestiality with our aged
and neutered tom cat didn't really appeal.  Sex was still good, but wasn't
as urgent as in the days when we ripped each other's school clothes off as
we came through the door and shagged on the living room couch.  I was
beginning to notice other girls, and our experience together meant I knew
what to do with them.  Jane, curiously, was also beginning to notice other
girls.

   She told me quite openly.  "Adam, I love having sex with you, but I
really can't fancy boys my own age.  I don't think I'm a lesbian, but
there's a girl called Rachel in my class who keeps looking at me and it
makes me feel funny".

   "Funny strange?"

   "No, funny nice, down there, sort of.  I'm not really sure what to do
about it though..."

   Minor ripples, but we'd been pretty well blind to other people for the
duration of our affair.  Then, lying in my bed after a pleasant afternoon's
sex, Jane came up with a brilliant idea.

   "Adam, you know it's your fourteenth birthday tomorrow?  Would you like
a special present?"

   Now, that was odd, because we never bought each other presents.  We
never had any money and, anyway, presents were given by adults to children.
I looked baffled.

   "No, not that kind of present, silly.  How's about you can ask me to do
anything you like and I'll do it as a birthday pressie?"

   Jane had clearly been reading magazines that were far too old for her.
Still, the idea appealed.

   "Do you want me to think of something now, love?"

   "No, think on it overnight and tell me in the morning so I'm prepared."

   The idea strangely excited me, so much that my willy rose to the
occasion.  I slipped him back in and we did it one more time.

   Overnight, I thought of our early fumbling encounters and wondered if we
could recreate something of that spirit.  On the morning of my birthday I
got the usual presents and good wishes and a VERY special kiss from my
little sister.  I whispered, "I know what I want.  Do you have a really
little girly bra and knickers?"

   Jane looked at me a bit sideways then admitted, "OK, I did say anything,
I suppose".

   "Good, can you wear them tonight?"

   She smiled wryly and nodded.

   I went through the day in a daze.  I wondered if Jane would like my
idea. I wondered if I would.  One thing was sure - it wouldn't be boring.

   Jane got home first.  I had to receive birthday wishes and fourteen
"bumps" - don't ask!

   "I found them.  What do you want me to do?"

   Jane looked a bit flushed, and I could see she'd entered into the spirit
of the game.  She was wearing an innocent white blouse and a sensible blue
skirt, with ankle socks and flat brown shoes.

   "You're wearing them?"

   She nodded shyly, another change from the usual.

   "OK, give me fifteen minutes and then knock on my door", I ordered.

   I needed time to clean my important little places and undress.  This I
did, then stood naked facing the door, already semi-erect.

   There was a tentative knock on the door.

   "Come in, little girl."

   Jane came in, dressed as before.

   "Stand in front of me.  Yes, there.  Now, take off your blouse."

   Jane slowly unbuttoned her blouse, looking as nervous as one who had
never done this in front of a boy before.  She had definitely got the
message.

   "Yes, take it right off."

   A half-hearted and infinitely arousing attempt to cover herself.

   "Hands down by your side!"

   Bless her, she'd found a training bra, far too small for her now, with
sweet little rosebuds on it.

   "Now, the skirt."

   She took her time over this, looking up at me for mercy while averting
her gaze from my impressive erection.  Another graduation had been added to
the dog-eared but untitled graph in Jane's files.  "Hands by your sides!"

   She was wearing an old pair of knickers that had been perfectly decent
in their day, but now hugged her pussy so tightly that every nook and
cranny of her loveliness was clearly visible.  And they had WABBITS
embroidered on them!  I savoured the view for a long moment, and I'm sure
that Jane was awaiting the command to carry on stripping.  I had other
ideas.

   "Kneel down, little girl."

   Once again, she did as she was told, despite the surprise.  I stepped
forward and ordered, "Kiss my willy."

   The penny had dropped.  She leant forward to kiss the tip of my cock,
with its drop of moisture.

   "Suck him, little girl.  Make me come in your mouth."

   She did, with rather more skill and teasing than any little girl should
possess.  Her mouth, which I knew so well, seemed smaller and wetter than I
remembered, and she even nipped my foreskin, as little girls tend to do.  I
looked down at her girlish underwear as I felt myself getting closer.

   "Take it all in your mouth, but don't swallow until I say!"

   Jane looked up at me and nodded in obedience and that was all I could
take.  I spurted into her mouth and kept spurting.  It was as intense an
orgasm as I can remember.  I think I almost flaked out while standing up.
When I came to, there was Jane looking up at me with her open mouth full of
my come, obediently awaiting instructions.

   "Swallow it now, little girl!  Yes, very well done!"

   The wise master always gives praise when it's due, and it was.  She'd
taken a huge load and swallowed the lot with panache.  I could see her
thinking that surely I would let her strip now.  Those knickers, in
particular, must be very uncomfortable, particularly if she was as aroused
as their dampness suggested.  I sat down on the edge of the bed.  I was
still wobbly from that come, but was already stroking myself as I watched.

   "Now, open your legs.  I want to see you play with your special place."

   Her first protest, made slightly less convincing by the superb blow job
she'd just given me.

   "But that's dirty.  Mummy says I mustn't touch myself there.  "

   "And I say you must!"

   "All right, but I'll tell, I'll do it through my knickers, so it's not
so dirty."

   Good improvisation there.  No way could she have got her hand inside
those cute wabbit-laden knickers over her very aroused mound.  She fondled
herself gently, smiling innocently up at me, but soon her arousal was too
much for playfulness.  She wanked herself furiously with three fingers
pushing the sodden material into her cleft.  Her cry of "Oh yes, I'm
coming, fuck me, I'm coming!" was slightly out of role but aptly timed.

   "Language, little girl, language!" I admonished.  "Stand up and lean
forward with your hands on the dressing table."

   Despite my role as stern master, I had to help Jane stand.  Her knees
had gone to sleep and she was still woozy from a spectacular come.

   "That's it, hands on the dressing table.  Lean forward and stick your
bottom out."

   With a little difficulty, I pulled down those tight childish knickers,
soaked with my little sister's juices.  Now her delicious little bum was
exposed.  She was pretty sure that I was going to smack it, and it did
cross my mind.  Next time perhaps?  Instead, I commanded "Fuck me, you
said? Your request is granted."

   Jane was still very wet and very turned on, but the arrival of my cock
in her cunny, rather than my hand on her buttock, was still a shock.  Her
sheath tightened round me in surprise, then relaxed, and we did indeed
fuck.

   "You feel my cock in your cunt?  I'm fucking you like you said.  That's
what happens to bad little girls who use dirty words and play with their
special places."

   "Yes, yes, I'm a bad girl.  Fuck my dirty little cunt!  Oh fuck, I'm
coming again!"

   She was, and so was I.  After she came, her arms could barely support
her own weight, let alone mine as well.  There was a rumbling of stuff
falling off the dressing table, closely followed by ourselves, still
united. We picked ourselves up and crashed out on the bed, in full loving
snuggle.

   I noticed, as one does, that Jane hadn't swallowed all my come.  There
was a splodge on that little training bra, right next to a rosebud.  I
decided that criticism wouldn't be well received, so I kept my counsel.

   My last thought before drifting off was that Jane had used more really
BAD words in the last ten minutes than I'd heard from her in all the twelve
years of her life.  I judged my birthday present to have been a great
success,

   I'd forgotten to set the alarm, but woke up with a quarter of an hour to
spare.  With lots of scurrying about and washing of important bits, we were
decent when mum got home - just.  I resolved never to make that mistake
again, encouraged by scathing sarcasm from Jane.  However, we did have time
for a stand-up hug.

   "Did you enjoy your pressie?"

   My "Mm" and a passionate kiss was sufficient answer.

   "Me too.  My turn next, mind."

   It was.  Jane's birthday was twelve days after mine.  That was all we
had time for, as we heard the key in the front door announcing mum's return
to the nest.

   That night, after going over the events of the evening with a leisurely
wank, I pondered the question of Liz's pressie.  Another wank?  After all
that?  Of course - I was FOURTEEN, for heaven's sake!  What would it be? 
She could hardly ask me to be a little boy.  The unlabelled graph now
registered 6.5 (as high as it ever got, I'm afraid - in my old age it
seems, sadly, to have shrunk) and I was getting quite furry.  In fact, all
my ideas were way off the mark.

   Three days before Jane's birthday, she sidled up to me being
conspicuously inconspicuous.

   "Do you have plenty of film for your new camera?"

   "Not really.  I've used up most of it."

   "Get some in for my birthday."

   "What for?"

   "Don't ask.  Just get it.  It's my birthday and my turn."

   To explain, mum had bought me the Wonder of the Age for mine.  A brand
new Polaroid camera!  I'd used most of the film photographing such exciting
objects as the cat and the tree in the garden.  Of course, if the camera
was expensive, the film was extortionate (think inkjet printers, you
young'uns).  Still, I was obliged to do it.  She was my little sister,
after all.

   Polaroid film?  What could Jane want with Polaroid film?  Glamour shots
of me in the nude for her delectation and delight?  I knew she "pleasures
herself", because she told me in some detail, but to pictures of ME?  Where
would she hide them?  I kept mine, snipped from an errant "Playboy" in my
file on the Laws of the Medes and the Persians, but where would she?  I
tried a little gentle interrogation, with zero result.  Giving up on this,
I bought two packs of film, just in case, which cost most of a month's
pocket money.  I had a feeling that it would be worth it.

   When the day came, Jane ensconced herself in my bedroom with
instructions to knock on her (my) door in fifteen minutes, bringing camera
and film.  I waited, nervous but very excited.  I knocked and was invited
in.  What I saw quite took my breath away.

   Jane lay naked on my bed, knees raised and wide open.  Her private parts
were very public, not just because of her wide spread thighs, but because
my spotlight lamp (bought for modelling, but not this kind) was directed at
her very wet and aroused pussy.  When I dragged my eyes up from the
delicious sight, I saw that she was fondling her small but distinctly
womanly breasts, with nipples standing up, as they say, like chapel
hat-pegs.  Then I did a double-take.  All around my little sister, on my
bed, were my treasured wank-mag pictures.

   "W w what?" I stuttered.

   "You thought I didn't know about these pictures?  I, of all people,
should know about the Medes and the Persians!" (Read the previous episode,
if you're baffled) "Don't you think I'm prettier than those women?" "M m
much prettier, love..."

   And she was.  Not only prettier, but much more detailed.  In those days,
the really naughty bits were either covered up or discreetly airbrushed. 
No such restraint applied to Jane's genitalia.  Cunny, pee-hole and tickle
bump were all fully on display, glistening in the spotlight.

   "Wouldn't you rather wank to me than to those fat old women?"

   A trifle unfair to those busty lasses who had been the inspiration for
much nocturnal self-abuse, but I readily agreed.

   "Yes, love, but how?" Then the penny dropped.  "You want me to..."

   "That's right, I want you to photograph me while I play with myself and
make myself come.  Then you can use pictures of your darling little sister
when you do it to yourself."

   "OK, love, as soon as my hands stop shaking..."

   Since each snap took a couple of minutes to develop, this was a very
slow process, which added to the eroticism.  As I was fully dressed, my
erection was agonisingly trapped in my trousers, but Jane seemed to enjoy
taking her time.  After one wobbly and out of focus attempt, I managed to
snap her glistening parts, at rest, so to speak.  Then she held herself
open with both hands for a shot that would have pleased the most discerning
gynaecologist.

   "Now do one with my breasts as well." she ordered.

   "Done.  Can I do one with you fondling them?"

   She cupped her left breast and twirled the nipple of her right.  I
showed her the print and she said - "Oo, I like that one!"

   By now, I was in agony.  "Sorry, Jane, I'm going to have to take my cock
out.  He's crushed to death in there!"

   "All right, but don't play with him until I tell you to."

   "Uh?" I thought, but the sheer relief of unbuttoning my fly and
releasing him from his confinement was enough for me.  I may have looked
ridiculous standing there full clothed with my willy sticking out, but it
felt so much better.

   "Now, I'm going to make myself come.  Are you ready?"

   I positioned the camera for a close up as she held herself open with her
left hand and worked on her cunny with the other.  I snapped one of her
with two fingers fully inserted and waited the obligatory two minutes.  The
timing was perfect.  As she screamed "Yes, yes, I'm coming, Adam!" I just
had time to take a shot of her face, distorted in the throes of orgasm.

   As she lay panting in recovery, the most erotic shot of all slid out of
the camera, without a genital in sight.  I held it up for Jane to see.

   "Is that really me?  Do you like it?"

   "It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." I said, with total sincerity.
"Do you want to see all of them?"

   She did, and we looked at all of them in sequence.  Jane was turned on
again, but I was on the edge of bursting.  My willy was waving about like a
yacht's spar in s gale, and in danger of spontaneous combustion.

   "You like them?  They're sexier than the ones you had hidden away?"

   They were.  They may have been black and white, but they showed my
little sister's sexuality and arousal to perfection.

   "They're wonderful.  I think I'm going to burst just looking."

   "Good.  I want to watch you wank to them."

   "Uh?  Yes, OK." It was her birthday present, after all.  My hand went to
the belt of my trousers.

   "No, as you are.  I know you do it with just your willy out.  Lie down
here with the pictures."

   "To hear is to obey, O Great Sultana." (We'd just watched Sinbad the
Sailor)

   "How the hell does she know so much about my private habits", I thought.
Maybe I hadn't been as discreet as I imagined?

   As Jane sat on the edge of the bed, looking keenly down at my willy, I
took the first picture of her aroused pussy in my left hand and my willy in
my right.  Just one stroke and "Bam!" I came like a geyser, fortunately
missing the precious photos.

   "Adam!  That was too quick - I hadn't even started!"

   She was right.  Her hand was still a good six inches from her cunny.

   "You'll have to do it again."

   "Yes, dear."

   Oh, to be fourteen again.  With my naked sister looking down at me and
with those pictures closely to hand, I knew that wouldn't be a problem.  In
fact, that first come turned out to be a bonus.  It meant I could take my
time, sharing my attention between my sister's pictures and her delightful
self as she stroked herself beside me, I came as I studied the final
orgasmic picture and the sight of my come jetting out onto the sheet
brought her to her "thrill" as we called it when we were young and
relatively innocent (or, in fact, "relatively guilty", come to think of
it).

   She leant over and took my, by now flaccid, organ in her mouth to get a
taste of my come.  Against all reason, it began to rise again.  Jane
ignored it.  "Right.  Let's dispose of this rubbish!"

   She collected up my once-prized naked ladies.  "Now, you'll have room
for MY pictures".

   "What if mum finds them?"

   "Don't be silly.  If I know about your pictures of fat old women so does
mum.  It won't occur to her to check that they've been replaced by your
lovely sister."

   She was probably right; I was beginning to learn that females live in a
parallel world to ours.  I fell back again on the standard male response.
"Yes, dear."

   As she left the room, she turned and said, "You can undress now."

   As I did so, I heard the toilet flush thrice - a watery grave for those
ladies who had given me so much solace.

   "Now, lie on your side.  No, silly, not that one!"

   I lay facing the door and the spotlight.  Jane laid down in front of me
and backed on like a shunting locomotive.  The desired coupling was made
and she asked "Don't we look nice in the mirror?"

   She hadn't only moved the spotlight.  My mirror now reflected our joined
bodies, with her pussy and my embedded cock nicely highlighted by the spot.
"Let's do it slowly and watch ourselves."

   Since this was my third time in not very long, I hadn't much choice
about "slowly", but it was very exciting to watch ourselves.  We'd never
really done that before, and the pace gradually quickened to mutual and
satisfying climax.  As my willy slowly shrank and slid out of her, Jane
mused, "Wouldn't it be nice to have a picture of that?"

   Easy now, if course, with a timer, but they were rare in those days. 
Even using the mirror, one of us would have to hold the camera steady.  Not
easy when you're shagging each other's brains out.  "We'd need someone to
work the camera", I grumbled, "And mum wouldn't and Thomas' paws are too
small."

   Jane wiggled her bum back at me.  "I can think of someone who just
might", she giggled.

   "Who on Earth?"

   "It's just an idea.  Let me think about it."

   And that is all she would say; except to thank me for her lovely present
and to ensure that those precious pictures were carefully stored within the
dictates of Hammurabi.

   Now, I may have been male and fourteen, but I wasn't stupid.  On those
rare occasions when my brain was allowed a fair share of my blood, rather
than it being pent up in a very different organ, it could be quite
effective.  Such was my case in bed that night.

   Who could she be thinking of?  (Well, you know, of course!  Apart from
our mum and Thomas the cat, it's the only name I've mentioned, but we did
have other friends)

   The question was whether a maybe-lesbian, who might or might not fancy
Jane, might be persuaded to photograph her having sex with her big brother
without telling the whole world; probably via the News of the World.  (An
alleged newspaper, full of the doings of company directors, models, vicars,
and choirboys, and aptly nicknamed the News of the Screws) Now this is the
sort of calculation at which women are expert, but which baffles most men.

   Nonetheless, Jane was quite surprised the next day when I picked up the
camera and casually said "Rachel?"

   "You worked that out?" She almost sounded impressed.

   "Would she do it, though?  And could she keep her mouth shut about it?"

   "Ah, now you're rushing at it." The normal balance of expertise was
restored.  "Let's see first whether she wants to play with me..."

   I was pretty sure my darling little sister wasn't talking about snakes
and ladders.  She did me the compliment of letting me see the first layer
of her strategy.  "Once we've played a bit together, she won't be so ready
to talk about us."

   Which, being translated from the feminine, meant that any sign of loose
talk about us would trigger the nuclear retaliation of outing her as a
lesbian.  (Yes, we did think like that.  The Bomb was an ever-present
thought even in the minds of us youngsters)

   "You are thinking of 'playing' with her, then?" The quotes were quite
audible.

   "I'd like to try it.  You don't mind, do you, love?  I won't if you do."

   "Thanks for that, love.  No, I don't mind.  In fact, I find the idea
quite exciting.  Can I watch?"

   I expected her to hit me and shied away in anticipation.  Instead, she
said, quite seriously, "We'll see, shall we?"

   I realised that I'd hit on at least part of the second layer.  I decided
to leave it there while I was winning.  Life was going to be interesting
over the next few weeks.  All thoughts of boredom had been swept away, and
our 'play' was seriously passionate that evening.

   As I went down on Jane, I kept asking whether she thought Rachel would
be as good at doing 'this' as I licked her 'tickle bump' or 'that' as I
stroked two fingers up inside her.  After, all, I had the right; I'd given
her her first ever come like that, five years before.  It seemed
particularly effective when I interrogated her with my mouth in her cunny
as she was seconds from coming.  She took matters in her own hands by
grabbing my head and rubbing my face into herself until she came.

   Of course she took her revenge when it was my turn.  Kneeling in front
of me, she asked, "Could Rachel lick you just under there?" "Would she know
how to fondle these just like this" "Do you think she could get all of this
in her mouth?"

   I was sorely tempted to a similar recourse as hers but decided that mum
would be upset if I choked her only daughter with my willy.  Instead, my
left hand held her back by her hair as I wanked myself off.  She had the
choice either to take it in or be splooged, and she took the former course.
She opened wide to show that she'd got it all, and swallowed.

   Her immediate comeback was "Could Rachel get all that in her mouth?  Do
you think she'd swallow it?"

   We looked at each other and starting giggling and rolled on the bed,
laughing together.  It turned into a missionary fuck with a distinct lack
of finesse.  As we came down from our climaxes I took my weight on my
elbows and asked my little sister "Could Rachel do THAT to you?"

   She drew my head down to her and kissed me.  "No, love, she certainly
couldn't".

   Over the next month or so, Jane befriended Rachel, and brought her home
on a couple of occasions.  She was quite attractive, although Jane totally
outshone her in my eyes.  About five feet tall, brown eyes, long dark hair
and a darker complexion than Jane.  Her breasts and hips were fuller and
she appeared altogether more mature physically.  She looked like the sort
of girl who enjoyed sunbathing, unlike Jane who turned salmon pink at the
first ray of sun.  They did what girls do together, both in the lounge and
in Jane's bedroom, but I could detect nothing improper, unless it was the
occasional glance Rachel gave Jane when she thought neither of us was
watching.

   Now, to explain the next episode, I have to tell you a little story. 
All the bedrooms in the house had locks, keyholes and, not surprisingly,
keys.  However, ours were confiscated at a very early age because our
mother told us "Little children like you don't need to lock yourself in".
This verdict was overturned when, at the childish age of twelve, I was
masturbating on top of the covers, naked, when she walked into my bedroom
without knocking.  I'm not sure who was the more embarrassed (although I do
know that my darling little sister nearly wet herself laughing when she
heard), but a key appeared in my lock, as if by magic.  Jane, of course,
made a fuss until she got one too.  Whether mum knew, or even suspected,
that Jane masturbated almost as much as I did, we shall never know.

   Of course, this was not as great a privilege as it seemed.  Mum's
reaction if Jane and I were to be found locked in together would have been,
I suspect, volcanic, but it played a major role it what happened next.

   As I may have mentioned before, Jane usually arrived home before me, her
school being nearer and finishing fifteen minutes earlier.  This timing was
probably to avoid the risk of boys meeting girls in the street and Getting
Up To Things.  Nobody considered the possibility of girls meeting girls in
the street and Getting Up To Things.

   On a sunny Thursday afternoon, this is just what happened.  Jane was
late home and Rachel was trailing behind.  They were both carrying shopping
bags and giggling quite excessively, not normally a habit of Jane's, and
they made no attempt to make conversation.  A swift, "Hello, Adam" from
both and a "See you later" from Jane, and they vanished into her room.  A
couple of minutes later, Jane popped out to the loo, giving me a grinning
thumbs-up from the door of my room and handing me her door key.

   I had a fair idea what that meant, but I had to allow for wishful
thinking in my deductions.  Be that as it may, I gave them a couple of
minutes to settle down, then crept out of my room and knelt by Jane's
keyhole.  They were still both fully dressed, but as I watched, Jane took a
frock out of Rachel's bag and showed it to her.  It didn't look special to
me, but what would I know?  Rachel seemed to like it, though.  Jane
gestured to her to try it on, and it was clear to me (but fortunately not
to Rachel) that the miming was for my benefit.

   Rachel modestly turned away from Jane, thus facing the door and my eager
eye and removed her school sweater, blouse, and skirt.  I could see that
she was much better endowed than Jane, with an almost adult bra, even if it
was in plain white material.  The eye of lust could discern what appeared
to be erect nipples - and it wasn't a cold day.  She was also wearing
bottle green school knickers, of the sort that I was wont to rip off Jane's
posterior on returning home from school.  It was a sight to stir up a monk,
let alone a randy fourteen year old boy.

   She turned for Jane's approval, which she got, accompanied by a friendly
hug.  Then Jane ran her hands down over Rachel's bum and said something,
shaking her head.  Jane lifted her skirt and pointed at those knickers. 
Jane nodded and made the gesture that men use when praising a woman's
figure with their hands.  She rummaged in Rachel's shopping bag and pulled
out a very different item of lingerie.  These knickers were appropriate for
a twelve year old - just.  Once again, Rachel turned away from her friend
for modesty's sake, holding the lingerie in her hand.

   As Rachel faced away from her, Jane confirmed my suspicions with a grin
and thumbs-up.  It seemed she knew I was there.  (She told me later that my
very eager head had been blocking the sunlight that our skylight fed into
the hall).

   Rachel, bless her, took the dress off to change her knickers, and handed
it backhand to Jane.  I saw her again in her underwear, then she slid the
school knickers off herself and down her legs.  Her nether hair was darker
than Jane's, but also much more copious.  It also looked to my inexpert
eyes to be trimmed, probably because it was the swimming season.  She
stepped into the new knickers, leaning with one hand on a chest of drawers
and opening her legs sufficiently to give me a view of her cunny, probably
less than a yard from my bulging eyes.

   Something else was bulging, too, but I couldn't spare the moment to
release him, as she pulled up her new knickers.  They definitely suited
her, but they might require a bit of a trip, if she was going to flash them
around.  Still, they did look lovely - they were pink, with a blue trim and
a little pink bow just above her pleasant parts.  She reached back for her
frock, but Jane put her hand on her shoulder to turn her round.  I could
almost read her lips "Oh let me see!"

   I took the opportunity to release the beast from his lair, but, with my
eye back at the keyhole, realised that I now had a prime view of Rachel's
luscious rounded bum.  I wondered if I'd ever get to stroke it through
those knickers.  I certainly hoped so.  I didn't catch their conversation,
but Jane was clearly praising Rachel's underwear and, by implication, her
body.  Then she leaned forward and kissed Rachel on the lips and hugged her
with her hands on those lovely buns.  Still almost innocent, but lust and
jealousy ran through me.  Lust seemed to have won, judging by the mess on
the door and carpet, but housework could wait.

   Jane backed away, put the frock gently on her bed and opened her bag. 
She took out a more minimal pair of knickers, in lime green with yellow
trimmings, and held them up for her schoolmate's approval, which was
clearly granted.  She laid them on the bed, and then removed her school
things, sweater, blouse and skirt; it seemed to me (who, after all, knew
Jane's style) with a certain element of tease.

   She didn't turn shyly away from her classmate.  She rolled the blue
knickers down an inch, then paused.  I wondered idly whether the different
colours signified - maybe in posh girls' schools, different Houses wore
different knickers.  Then she rolled them down another inch, just above the
top of her kitten-fur, looking Rachel boldly in the eye.  Rachel seemed
petrified, but her hands were slowly creeping down her sides.  Another
inch, and my sister's golden hair was just peeping out over the coarse
material.  Rachel's hands had disappeared, but the clenching of those
luscious buttocks gave a clue as to their whereabouts.

   Jane finally revealed her pleasant parts, then let the knickers fall to
her feet.  I was seeing a sight that I could literally see at my whim, most
days of the week, but this was different.  I was desperately keeping my
hands off my willy - I had a feeling I might need it later in the
proceedings, but restraint didn't come easily!  She picked up the allegedly
boy-proof garment on a toe, and flicked it across on to her bed, nicely
revealing the inner parts of her cunny, as she stretched her leg.  Then she
turned to the bed and bent, revealing her petite bum to the world or, at
least, to two of its inhabitants.  Turning, she put the delicate article on
one leg, inserted the other and pulled it up over her lovely self.  It
cupped her mound perfectly and, as she posed for Rachel for a good ten
seconds, I wondered when I'd get to caress her through it.  I could see
that she'd have no need to trim those golden curls, and I wondered if
Rachel was thinking the same.

   Then she gave us a twirl.  One and a half turns and now her bum was on
display.  Those knickers covered practically none of it, and I wondered
what mum would say when she found them.  As a piece de resistance, she bent
over, legs apart and again held the pose.

   Rachel's bottom was moving rhythmically now, and I wondered if she knew
what she was doing.  Jane turned back to face her, opened her arms and they
moved into a hug.  I saw my little sister's hands move down Rachel's back
and then settle on those succulent buns.  As she turned herself and her
friend round in a waltz-like movement, possibly for my benefit, I saw that
Rachel's hands were doing the same.  I could also see that they were
kissing passionately, and that two young pairs of breasts were cuddled
together.  Jane slipped her hands down the back of Rachel's brand-new
knickers and she received the same caress.

   She broke the kiss, while keeping her hands on that lovely bum, and
whispered something in Rachel's ear.  Rachel blushed, but nodded, and
reached behind herself to undo her bra.  Jane did the same, but it wasn't
her revelation I awaited.  Rachel leant forward to let her bra slip off her
breasts, and I could see them in all their glory.  Not huge, but more than
adequate with brown nipples tumid with excitement.  Jane did the same and
they embraced again, nipple seeking nipple.  Jane whispered again, and it
was Rachel who bent down to kiss my sister's breasts, taking in her mouth
each nipple in turn, as Jane stroked her hair.

   Now, it was Jane's turn.  She savoured each breast and its nipple, but
didn't stop there.  She kissed down her friend's tummy, paying special
attention to the belly-button, then dropped to her knees and gently lifted
the front of those pink underthings to gain access to that rich growth of
fur.  Jane slipped them down, let them fall to her feet and kissed her
pussy, once and twice, then let her tongue do to her friend what I had so
often done for her.  Rachel said "No, no, you mustn't!" loud enough for me
to hear through the solid door, but she was pushing Jane's face into her,
actions belying her words.  Jane ran one hand up her leg, the other still
cupping a buttock, and inserted two fingers into her cunny.  That was
enough.  With a cry of "Oh yes!  I'm coming!" she reached orgasm, quivering
with my sister's hand and mouth working on her pussy.  She looked guiltily
at the door and just for a moment I thought I'd been sussed.  Then I
realised she was worried about me hearing in my room.

   Jane kissed all the way back up her body and ended with a full-on mouth
to mouth kiss, giving her a taste of her own flavour.  She backed off and I
could see that she was saying "My turn".  Her new lover looked doubtful and
pointed to her mouth, shaking her head.  My darling sister didn't insist.
She took her lover's hand, inserted it into her knickers, and used it to
stroke herself.  Rachel got the idea quickly enough, to Jane's pleasure. 
After a while, she paused for a moment to slip off Jane's last item of
clothing.  This meant bending down, and she kissed those breasts that had
given me so much pleasure while resuming her stroking of that familiar
pussy.  Jane was red all down to her nipples and breathing heavily.  I
could see that she was nearly there, when Rachel made a major decision. 
She dropped to her knees, kissed Jane's navel and then, with an heroic
effort, bent down to kiss her pussy while her hand continued working.  Jane
came.  She, of course had no need to be so discreet.  "Oh yes, lick my
cunt, Rache!  Yes, yes, I'm coming!" at the top of her voice.

   'Rache' had very little say in this.  My little lover had her head in an
iron grip with both hands and thighs, a feeling I knew and loved. 
Fortunately while she could still breathe, she was released and hauled up
to let Jane taste her own sweetness on her lips.  When that kiss broke, and
it took a while, Rachel asked an urgent question, pointing at the door
behind which I lurked.

   Jane smiled and shook her head.  When Rachel became a little more
insistent she shrugged and whispered something in her friend and now
lover's ear.  Rachel looked boggled but grudgingly accepting, once again
looking towards the door and in the direction of my bedroom.  They resumed
their kiss, taking the opportunity to fondle each other's bums anew and to
explore each other's breasts with their hands.  I saw Rachel break their
clinch, pick up her frock - no underwear - and move towards the door.  I
decided it was time to vanish.  I fled into my room and, with a certain
degree of difficulty, managed to reinsert myself into my trousers.  Just in
time.  I heard steps go past my door and, a minute later, the toilet flush.
I just had to hope that Rachel didn't notice certain stains on the floor or
that, if she did, she didn't recognise them.  It was possible; she didn't
have brothers.  I heard her scurry back and the door close, so I'd probably
got away with that one.  Jane would probably notice, but it was her fault
anyway.

   I lay on the bed wondering about my devious little sister's next move. I
was betting that she'd told her lover that I knew what they'd been up to
and didn't mind.  That, though, was as far as I could see.  My cock,
despite its earlier spontaneous emission, was begging for release, but I
didn't know whether it would be required to perform in the near future.

   In fact, I didn't have to wait too long.  I heard a door open and close,
more steps, then the flush, but this time my door opened and Jane appeared,
clad only in her dressing gown.  She flashed me, as was her habit, holding
it open so I could stroke her cunny.  "Listen.  I've told Rache that you
know about us and that you're happy about it, but there's something she
should know about us.  Then I clammed up, but she's desperate to know what
it is.  I think she's guessed, but doesn't believe it."

   "Uh?" This was getting out of hand, although her pussy was very much in
my hand.

   "SSH!  Listen.  I'm going to ask Rache to give us five minutes and then
come over to this room.  I want us to be making love then, if you haven't
wanked all your stuff over my bedroom door!" She, of course, had noticed.

   "I didn't.  It just sort of spurted..."

   "Ugh.  I don't want to know.  You've still got some left?"

   I grabbed her naked body to me so the poking in her tummy revealed that
I indeed still had some left.

   "Good.  Try to keep it in while I have a word with Rache.  I'll just be
a minute." She turned back.  "And take your clothes off.  And get the
camera out."

   This was a female minute, which is about five times longer than the male
version.  The camera was already on the bedside table but I stripped
quickly, just in case.  Fortunately, I had no problems "keeping it in"
because I was beginning to worry about how this was going to work out.

   Jane returned, bare naked and lovely.  Before I could ask she said
"Rache is wearing it.  Now, come on!"

   We decided that the missionary position would probably be most in line
with Rachel's expectations, but Jane had to supply a little oral
encouragement before I was ready to perform.  She was more sympathetic this
time.  "I'm nervous too", she whispered in my ear, and the warmth and
wetness of her cunny soon had him back in peak condition.  We started
moving slowly, both listening for the door, and I was wondering how long we
could keep this up.  After what seemed like ages, there was a very
tentative knock.  I felt Jane contract round me; she really was nervous. 
"Come in, Rache!", she called, more cheerfully than, I suspect, she felt.

   Rachel did indeed come in, wearing Jane's dressing gown, tightly belted
around her; she was clearly nervous too.  She looked down at us on the bed,
caught in a beam of light from the skylight.  Her eyes were as wide as
saucers.  "You're...  With your brother..."

   "That's right, It's lovely, isn't it, Adam."

   I grunted my assent that it was.

   "Sit there and watch, if you like.  No, leave the door."

   If it was off-putting being watched, it was also strangely exciting.  We
were well into the rhythm and I was once again having self-control
problems, especially when I looked over at Rachel to see that her dressing
gown was now much more loosely tied; her right hand had worked its way
between her legs and the left appeared to be grasping a breast under the
material.  Jane stopped thrusting up at me for a moment.  "See the camera,
Rache?"

   She dragged her eyes away from our bodies and admitted that she did.

   "Will you photograph us, please?  We'll pose for you and say when.  It's
the little knob at the top." Not very flattering, I thought, but wisely
didn't say.

   We posed.  I raised myself up so that my little knob was halfway in,
glistening in the sunshine with my sister's juices.  We waited like that
for an endless two minutes, during which I somehow kept my stiffness, then
Rachel handed us the print without looking.  It was perfect!  My mighty
organ did glisten in the sunshine with my sister's juices.  Beginner's
luck, perhaps, but it was not only highly erotic but beautiful as well. 
"Look at it, Rache, isn't it lovely?"

   She took it tentatively in her left (dry) hand as if it might explode
and peered at it suspiciously.  Then her face lit up.  "It's perfect!  And
it's lovely!  You must keep it somewhere safe, though."

   "We will", I intervened.  "And we've got some lovely ones of you,
haven't we, Jane?" She had the grace to blush; at least her face went a
little redder than the rest of her top half as she lay below me.  I was
beginning to lose my erection but Jane came to my rescue.

   "Yes, we have; I'll show you later, Rache.  But you don't need that
gown, do you now?  Take it off.  That's better.  And we don't mind you
playing with yourself, do we, Adam?"

   I grunted my assent and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel's
hands roaming over her now naked body.

   "Come on Adam, love, fuck me now!  Sorry I kept interrupting, but I want
to feel you come inside me."

   The sight of Rachel pleasuring herself had got me stiff again, and the
pent-up arousal of the last half hour burst out.  I shagged my little
sister harder than I ever had and she thrust back in response.  I came like
a flood but stayed just hard enough for Jane to bring herself off before I
collapsed on top of her.  We were a comatose heap when Rachel cried out
"Yes, I'm coming, oh yes...  That was incredible, watching you do it.  It
was SO exciting."

   As we recovered, we looked over to see one hand still gently squeezing a
breast and the other buried between her now wide open legs.  She saw us
looking at her and quite deliberately put her hands by her side so we had a
perfect view of her treasures.  I rolled off Jane, enabling her to breathe,
showed Rachel my semi-erect cock, then stroked it up to its full size for
her pleasure and education.

   "I've never seen one before", she admitted.  "Well, only in pictures.  I
don't have a brother, you see..."

   "You can touch him if you like."

   "Oo.  Can I?" She did, and I taught her the basics of wanking, as learnt
by boys at the age of eight.  I could hear and feel Jane giggling behind
me. "You can kiss it too.  He probably tastes of me, but that shouldn't
bother you".  A nice reminder there that we all knew what the others had
done.

   Much more tentatively, she kissed the very tip.  "No, do it properly,
like this." My little sister rolled over and took him in her mouth,
stroking me to full arousal.  "You try now."

   She did, the first time he'd been in a mouth other than my sister's.  It
felt good.  "That's it.  Now stroke him as well, like you did before... 
Suck him now."

   "I'm going to come now", I gasped.

   "Rub him faster, Rache!".  I could feel Jane's lips against my buttock
as she thrust at me, very near to coming herself.

   "Oh yes, here it comes!"

   It was my third of the day, so it wasn't too copious.  A blessing for
Rachel, who had literally no idea what to expect.  Even so, it flooded her
both and ran down her chin.  Jane was no help.  She was noisily coming
against my right buttock and, when she did come back to Planet Earth, she
dissolved into giggles at the sight of her come-spattered friend.  Because
we'd started so young, she'd got used to tiny amounts and worked up, so to
speak.  When she saw that her friend was baffled and a little distressed,
she called her over to cuddle between us while she explained the Advanced
Facts of Life.

   "Sorry, I forgot you're not used to it.  Must be a bit of a surprise
when you're not expecting it.  We've been doing it for years and we both
love it.  It doesn't taste too horrid, does it?"

   I felt Rachel shake her head and cuddle closer into Jane while her
bottom pushed back against me.  I could feel yet another erection in the
offing.  "Let me lick it off you, Mm.., tastes nice.  Kiss me and we'll
share it."

   A more passionate kiss this time and more soft pressure on my poor
overworked willy, which bravely rose to the occasion.  I took the
opportunity to touch those luscious breasts that I'd so admired.  My
advances produced a nice wiggle down below so I continued to squeeze one
breast while my right hand wandered downwards.  Alas, I encountered a tiny
hand; that territory had already been claimed by my little sister.  Mine
retired in good order to tweak an already aroused nipple.  Rachel broke her
kiss for a moment to turn her head and whisper "Don't stop, that's nice"
before resuming her snog.  Her bum began pumping into me as her arousal
from Jane's cunning little fingers built up.  When they achieved their
desired result, Rachel came between us with a purr rather than a shout.  I
was nearly there and thought of bringing myself off against those
comfortable buns, but decided that she'd had enough surprises for one day,
and that a fourth coming was a bit greedy even for a teenage boy.  Instead,
I let him subside.

   I leant across to pat my sister's bum, just to remind her that we were
still an item and she gave my willy an affectionate squeeze in reply.  All
three of us snuggled ourselves to sleep, Rachel now being the succulent
meat in an incestuous sandwich.  She still had a lot to learn, but we'd
have fun teaching her.

   Having expended most effort, I was last to awake and, typically, the
girls were talking about me.

   "Did you enjoy your first time, Rachel?"

   "Yes, it was lovely.  I could even get used to using my mouth on
your...? Well, you know?"

   "My 'you know' really enjoyed it.  Did yours?"

   "Oo, yes.  And when you did it with your fingers."

   There was a minor disturbance beside me as the two little angels hugged.

   "And when Adam came in your mouth?"

   "I think it was the surprise more than anything, Jane."

   "You'll get used to it if you keep at it.  I love it, myself.  It's nice
to have him inside me when we can't do it the other way."

   Rachel thought for a moment.  "Oh, right, I see.  I'll give it another
go next time."

   So there's to be a 'next time'?  No one told me.

   "I could show you how much I like it, but I think poor Adams's finished
for the day."

   "I don't think so.  His thing's poking my bottom."

   It was; all this chat and the nearness of Jane's bum had him poking into
her soft cheek.

   "Are you awake, Adam?  Have you been listening to our conversation? 
That's very rude."

   My protest that it was, after all, MY bed fell on deaf ears. 
Incidentally, dear reader, if you are wondering why Jane never hosted these
events, think of the difference between the impact of semen stains on my
sheets and similar stains on Jane's.  It doesn't bear thinking about.

   Rachel leaned away and whispered something in my sister's ear.

   "Now you've stopped earwigging and pretending to be asleep, Rachel would
like to see me take your come in my mouth."

   "Uh?"

   "UH?"

   Rachel felt sure that she hadn't quite said that and I was aghast in a
general sort of way.

   "Stop pretending.  I know your willy is poking Rachel's bum."

   It undeniably was, and getting harder by the moment.  Any chance of it
going down without drastic action ended when Rachel felt behind herself and
cradled it in her hand.

   "Roll over on your back, Adam?  And you sit up, Rache, so you can see."

   We did as we were told, and my cock pointed to the ceiling as Rachel
renewed her grip, sitting up as instructed and reluctantly releasing me
from her grip.

   Jane spread herself across her school friend to get at me.  "No, Rachel,
keep hold of him.  You can wank him, and I'll suck."

   If she hadn't heard the word before, she was quick to guess what it
meant.  She did just that, and I felt the warmth and wetness of my sister's
mouth on my willy as Rachel stroked it.  It took longer this time, but that
was no hardship; I noticed what was happening around me.  While Rachel's
right hand was doing its duty, her left was stroking a little bum as Jane
wiggled on top of her.  She lifted her mouth off me for a second.  "Wank
him harder?  That's it."

   It was.  The impossible happened, and I began to come again.

   "I'm coming girls.  Ooh yes, take it, Jane.  Stop, Rachel, please stop!
No, don't let go; just hold him"

   It was a slightly edgy come, as fourth times around tend to be,
particularly when one participant has little experience, and no idea when
to stop.  She coddled my damp and rapidly shrinking willy in her hand,
though, which felt nice.  Jane ignored my protests.  I'd done my bit as far
as she was concerned.  She lifted herself up and gestured to her friend to
lie back.  Then she bent down to soul-kiss her and to share my come that
she had so carefully saved in her mouth.  Rachel had no choice but to take
it, but they carried on kissing for longer than was strictly necessary to
effect the transfer.

   "You see?  It's nice, isn't it?"

   "Yes, Jane, it's not too bad at all... really.  I think it was the
suddenness that bothered me last time."

   "You'll know what to expect and he'll give you more warning next time,
won't you, Adam?"

   Nice to be consulted, I thought, but wisely didn't say.

   "Yes, dear.  What time do you have to be home, Rachel?  It's quarter to
nine." That bedside clock was coming in useful again.

   "Nine o'clock.  I'd better be on my way."

   "Come on, Rachel.  You'll need a wash; come with me."

   We all would; we reeked of sex and a certain amount of emergency
ventilation would be needed.  Fortunately, model aircraft glue smells
stronger than the funkiest sex.

   Jane leapt out of bed, but Rachel rolled over to kiss and hug me.  I
could taste myself in her mouth, but that's never really bothered me.  I
have nothing but contempt for those wimps who won't kiss their girlfriends
after they'd been kind enough let them come in their mouths!

   "Next time, I'll do it right, Adam.  Promise."

   "I'll look forward to it.  Take care, Rache."

   Much rushing about, splashing and hurried dressing ensued, as I lay
there.  This last was in Jane's room, so I didn't get to see Rachel getting
dressed; that's one of my little perversions.  Maybe next time?  Rachel
leaned in to kiss me on the lips, then rushed for the door.

   "Was it good for you, big brother?" An old question with a different
edge.

   "Loved it, little sister.  How did you enjoy your first time with a
girl?"

   "Mm.  Nice.  Do you fancy doing it again some time?"

   "Very much.  You worked it very cleverly, didn't you?  And we've got
this picture." I picked up our holiday snap from the dresser.

   "I'm sure I don't know what you mean.  It just happened, didn't it?  Oo,
that's sexy!  Don't we look nice, Adam?"

   A viewer would have had to know us very well to recognise us from the
Polaroid snap, but we did indeed look nice.

   "Hug, sis?" We hugged as innocently as any sibling pair, despite our
nakedness and the photograph that lay beside us on the bed.

   "Right, tidying-up time.  Come on Adam, mum'll be home in half an hour."

   Easily said by one whose room did not smell like a Turkish brothel (no,
I haven't either) and look as if Hurricane Rachel had just swept through
it. Still, a quick rearrangement of bedclothes, hurling-on of clothes,
opening of windows and a bit of sticking-together of the Airfix Supermarine
Spitfire Mark II and the place had an altogether more business-like
ambience.

   Jane came in fully-dressed and looking as innocent as a lamb, at least
until she lifted her skirt and twirled to give me an all-round view of her
new knickers.  I reached out for her, but she danced away to blow me a kiss
from the doorway of her room.  I laid back on my bed and pondered the
events of the day.  Satisfactory, on the whole, I thought.

   There's more to tell of the voluptuous Rachel but that, children, is a
story for another day.

   Chapter 4

   My little sister and I had had great success in inviting her
schoolfriend to join us in our little games, more than even she expected,
given that it was her plan.  Over the next few days, she was an invisible
spectator at our antics, which made them all the more exciting.  We were
particularly inspired by the Polaroid of myself inserted in Jane's cunny,
taken by Rachel at our request.  She had been worried that I might be
jealous.  As soon as we had time together after our little "ménage a trois"
she interrogated me.  "You don't mind sharing me with Rachel, do you,
Adam?"

   "No, love, I enjoyed it".  I did.  I came four times, which is
impressive, even for a fourteen year old.  I hugged her close, as we stood
in the lounge in our school uniforms.  Well, we'd taken off our blazers
and, being summer, we were allowed to do without sweaters.

   "I noticed", she giggled against me and, more seriously , asked.  "You
don't mind if Rachel and I do it together, love?  I mean, just us...  We
will do it all three together again; there's something you've got to teach
her.  It'd be nice, sort of, to do it, just the two of us...  I still want
to do it with you, so don't be jealous."

   For a twelve year old who'd being having full-on sex with me for a full
five years, Jane was uncharacteristically embarrassed and tongue-tied.

   "No, Jane love, don't panic.  I'm more than happy for you to have
private time with your schoolfriend; I never expected to be involved in the
first place.  You go for it and you can tell me about it afterwards." I
grinned.

   "Adam!  That's private!" She thought for a moment.  "Mind you, I will
tell you if it makes you sexier." She could feel my erection pushing into
to her through uniform skirt and knickers.

   "It does, love, as you can feel." I squeezed her bum, bringing her
closer up to me.  "And we really must do it all together again at least
once.  I'm looking forward to teaching her to swallow.  Mind you, I suppose
you're the real expert..."

   She was getting into it now and rubbing her delightful little self into
me.  Two half-oranges were poking into my midriff and a flat tummy was
putting exquisite pressure on my willy.  "I suppose I am.  You should know
after all, big brother." My left hand was now hauling up her skirt and my
right was wriggling its way round with evil intent.  "But I don't remember
saying anything about swallowing.  She might not like it and spit it out."

   "Into your mouth like you did to her?" I enquired, as my hand worked its
way up under her lengthy blue serge skirt and down the front of her school
knickers.  (These were designed to be boy-proof and the long legs with
their elastic made them impregnable from below.  However, with the
cooperation of the inhabitant, they could be breached from above)

   "Mm.  I just might like that, Yes, that's good, Adam.  Make me come and
I'll do you."

   My leading fingers had met their warm, damp, silky objective and I could
feel her blonde kitty-fur on my palm.  (No, I couldn't feel it was blonde;
I'd been there before.  Do keep up!) I had to be quick before either her
knicker elastic or my circulation gave up, but that didn't feel like being
a problem.  Jane's breath was coming in short pants* as I stroked her
tickle bump and the top of her cunny vigorously with those two fingers. 
She buried her head in my chest and murmured "Lovely, oh lovely, Adam!" as
her thighs closed and a toothless mouth tried to bite off my fingers. 
"Your turn in a moment."

   * Obvious joke omitted

   After a moment, she released my hand and backed off.  After patting down
her skirt she looked perfectly decent if one ignored the disarranged hair,
scarlet features and rapid breathing.  I celebrated the safe return of my
fingers by licking them clean to taste my little sister's lovely flavour.

   "Now, if we're going to teach Rachel how to swallow, I think we should
really get in some practice, don't you think?" She dropped to her knees in
front of me.  "Now, if I can just work out how to open this..."

   (Not as easy as now with stud fittings and zip flies.  You'd almost
think that boy's flies were designed to be difficult for girls to open!)

   Fortunately, Jane had more than a little experience, if only with me. 
The fly was unbuttoned, the underpants negotiated, and the beast released.
She kissed the tip and looked up.  "This is the real test.  If I spill any,
it'll get on my school uniform!"

   It clicked as to why she'd never done this before in uniform.  (Yes, of
course I was slow - I was a teenage boy.) It made it extra exciting and
there was an awful temptation to pull out at the last minute and splooge
her school uniform.  She took him her mouth, licked under the tip and
commenced to suck.  She added the stroking of her right hand and I realised
this was going to be a quickie.  Still stroking, she lifted her mouth off
me and whispered "Tell me when you're coming, love,"

   Another precaution; normally she was ready for me to come when and
where, as it happened.  With my arousal and the full-on wanking that wasn't
going to be long, and at the last minute it occurred to me that we hadn't
made it last night and I hadn't even done it myself.  Too late.  "Here it
comes, love.  Yes, take it, Jane!" She closed her lips around me, bringing
up her left hand as a long stop, but still stroking with her right.

   I came like a volcano and watched her swallow each spurt as it arrived.
No displaying my come in her mouth today!  As the flood diminished to a
trickle, she sucked out the last drops like an industrial vacuum cleaner,
checked her left hand and her uniform, then looked up at me.  I genuinely
thought I was going to get a bollocking, and was acutely aware of my
vulnerable position.  Instead, she smiled at me and said "Look, I got it
ALL!" Isn't that good?"

   "Well done, love, that was amazing!" Come to think of it, or to think of
come, it felt pretty good too.

   "There was an awful lot, though.  Did you know there'd be that much?"

   "Only at the very last minute, and I really didn't want to put you off.
Can you imagine if you'd pulled off me to ask how much?"

   "Ugh, messy!  Was it good for you?"

   "Great!  Sort of a quickie with an edge.  I probably shouldn't tell you
this, but for a moment I was tempted to pull out and shoot all over your
school uniform."

   "Adam, that's awful.  I'd have been in a real mess.  I mean I'd have
been in real trouble."

   "Both, really.  But I didn't, did I?"

   "Hmm.  I spose so..."

   I got my training in women early.  I wasn't in trouble for what I did
and was in trouble for what I didn't; that wasn't going to change in the
next forty years or so...

   "Sorry, love." (See, the training was working) "Come up and be hugged."
I offered her my left hand to lift her up by her come-stained right (subtle
or what?)

   "No, the other one, I think." she said, licking that hand clean, not
without a degree of pleasure.  "But put him away first.  I didn't swallow
all that so he could drip on my school things "

   Actually, she'd sucked him dry, but I took her point.  I neatly tucked
him away, and helped her to her feet.  We hugged, and she whispered "I was
good, wasn't I?  There was gallons of it and I didn't a spill a drop.  Do
you think Rachel could do that?"

   I put on an expression of Deep Thought.  "Not, I think, without a LOT of
training.  Are we ready to put in the effort required?"

   Jane giggled, and we hugged and kissed.  We'd made up.  "Your bedroom
now, big brother?  Get out of our school clothes into something more
comfortable?"

   I had a pretty good idea as to what "more comfortable" might be and, as
it turned out, was wrong.  I was right about one thing, though.  I reckoned
we'd made up enough for me to broach the idea of more "birthday treats". 
As we were at the doors of our respective rooms, I asked "We really enjoyed
our birthday treats, didn't we?"

   Jane nodded her approval but awaited the suggestion that was bound to
follow.  "I mean a year is far too long to wait, isn't it?"

   "She nodded again.

   "So how about every month, on the day of our birthdays?  That'd be a
fortnight apart.  Does that seem fair?"

   "Sounds good to me.  Yours will be next in a week's time."

   "Great, I'll start thinking about it."

   As far as I could see, she hadn't guessed the thought that had led me to
ask, but who could read women, let alone little sisters?

   "Now, would you like to watch me undress?  We haven't done that in a
while."

   To explain.  Jane never undressed in my room, especially from her school
clothes.  We tended to fling things about in my room and Jane's school
knickers under my bed would invite disaster.  However, she was being very
cheeky indeed.  She knew that I'd watched her undress, and a lot more, with
her classmate just yesterday, through her keyhole, and spurted over the
door and carpet in the process.  I decided to play along.  "Yes, Jane, I'd
like that."

   She stood in her room exactly where she had then, and stripped slowly
and teasingly.  When she reached her plain cotton brassiere, she stopped
for moment.  "You still like my breasts?  They're not as big as Rachel's".

   "They're perfect, love."

   "Would you like to see them?"

   I nodded, and she turned away undid the clasp, and let the garment all
away.  She turned back to me and fondled them in her hands.  They were
gorgeous and felt my cock rising and trying to make room for itself in my
underpants.  I tried to make it comfortable and she giggled "Do stop
fiddling with yourself.  Right, if you've stopped fidgeting, I'll carry
on."

   Her hand crawled down under the elastic into those formidable
bottle-green knickers, rummaged about and came out with glistening fingers.
She took her left nipple between two fingers and started rolling it.  I
knew she could make herself come like this - it was one of the first tricks
we learned, but this was for my benefit.  She grinned at me and then,
two-handed, rolled the knickers down an inch.  A pause and then another
inch.  "Like that, big brother?"

   She knew I did.  She knew the sight of it had made me come spontaneously
on another occasion, but I was under control - just.  Jane rolled the
knickers down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.  Her still
sparse golden fleece was damp with her arousal, but hardly concealed her
beautiful pink cunny.  Just to be sure, though, she held herself open with
one hand to reveal her inner secrets then touched her most sensitive spot
with just the tip of her right forefinger.  "You like, Adam?"

   I did, but I was still holding on.  I nodded grimly.

   "All right, Adam, I'll come to your room in just a minute." She blew me
a kiss.

   This was more like Standard Operating Procedure.  I went to my room and
stripped of those agonising clothes and tried to think unerotic thoughts;
sprouts were always a favourite.  For once it was only a minute rather than
a Female Minute.  As I stood facing the door, my sister came in and stood
before me in her dressing gown.  It didn't register that it was more
tightly belted than usual; I was expecting her to reveal her naked self and
my right hand was already cupped to fit her mound.  Instead, she stepped
back, turned round, untied the gown and let it fall to reveal the rear view
of those minimal lime green knickers she'd worn to seduce Rachel.  She bent
forward and wiggled her bottom at me, then straightened and turned to face
me.  "These are nicer, aren't they, big brother?  Would you like to feel
how nice they are?"

   I would and I did.  She stepped forward and snuggled up to me while I
stroked her buns through the sheer nylon.  Then she stepped back while I
did the same to her pussy, running two fingers up and down her cleft.  I.
was about to slip them inside, but she stepped back.  "Would you like to
wank off on them, love?  Front or back?"

   "F front please" I stuttered.

   "Come on then..."

   She rubbed herself up against me and stroked my balls with her right
hand, while the other went inside those lovely knickers to hold her cunny
open, I tried to make it last, but it was hopeless.  After maybe six
strokes, I spurted over the front of that little scrap of material and it
ran down her crotch and the insides of her legs.  She let go of me and took
a dollop of my come from her knickers to her mouth.  "Mm.  Nice.  My turn
now."

   So saying, she put that hand back on the crotch of her knickers and,
with her cunny still held open, began to caress herself with two fingers,
pushing the sodden material right into her cleft.  Her wank lasted little
longer than mine.  As she gasped out her pleasure, the garment was barely
visible; most of it seemed to be inside her.  I reached out to hold her up,
she looked about to collapse, and we hugged, then kissed deeply.  Breaking
off, she took one of those fingers in her mouth to enjoy and then offered
me the other to savour.

   She neatly doffed the knickers and put them under my pillow.  "They're
yours.  Put them somewhere safe and I'll wear them whenever you want. 
Let's lie down now."

   "Thank you, Jane.  That was amazing!" I said as we snuggled together.

   "Are you happy that I still love you, Adam."

   "I never doubted it, Jane." I hadn't, but it was more than nice to have
it proved like that.

   "Good.  If you're really lucky, you might get to do the same with
Rachel's new knickers.  Let's have a bit of a zizz."

   We did, but on the way an image of her schoolfriend in HER knickers
flashed across my mind.  I rather thought I might wank off over the back of
those, given the chance.

   Our playtime was definitely spiced up by our games with Rachel, even in
her absence.  If we never did it again, and I hoped we would, she'd changed
our love life forever.

   That, however, looked less likely a few days later, on the Friday, when
Jane still hadn't come home by six o'clock.  I was seriously considering
getting those knickers out of their hiding place and using Jane's aroma to
spark off a leisurely stroke with no problem finding somewhere to receive
my come.  In fact, I was on the way to their hiding place (no, I'm not
going to tell you where) when I heard a key in the lock.  Jane bounced in
looking flushed and very pleased with herself.  "You're a bit late, love.
Anything exciting to tell?" I had fair idea that she had.

   "Yes, Adam, as if you hadn't guessed."

   "Come and sit on my bed and tell me about it."

   She made herself comfortable and revealed all (verbally, that is)

   "Well I invited Rache back to play, but she had to be home by six, so
there wouldn't be time to come here and go home again." I resisted the
opportunity for a merry quip and she continued.  "So we stopped off at the
park, sat on a bench and chatted about what we did the other day.  We got
very hot, specially when we got to you coming all over her, so we played
with ourselves separately together, so to speak."

   "Wasn't that a bit obvious, though?  On a park bench in broad daylight?"

   I was thinking of the rigmarole I'd been through the other day, of
lifting up her voluminous skirt and infiltrating my hand under the
waistband of her school knickers.

   "Nor really; we used the plackets in our skirts."

   Plackets?  It made me think of the TV show "Call my Bluff".  Are
plackets?

   a) Chinese parcels, b) Devices for plucking guitar strings c) Small
commemorative slabs

   And why would she have any of those in her knickers?

   She could see my puzzlement.  "Plackets.  These.  See?"

   She showed me a vertical slit in her skirt which gave access to her
undergarment, presumably for some strange female purpose that men wot not
of.  "And you got your hands inside your knickers through there?" The
angles didn't look right to me.

   "No, silly" she confirmed "But we could do ourselves through the
material.  Neither of had done it quite like that before.  It takes longer,
of course, so we were a bit late.  It feels quite good, though; a bit
rough, but good."

   It clearly did.  She was doing it again.  "And we came together, which
was lovely!  I reckon we could get away with doing each other, if we took
turns." Her hand was moving quicker now.

   "Jane, can I asked you a special favour?"

   Her hand stopped for a moment.  "What's that, Adam?"

   "Well, I know it's two days early, but could I have my birthday present
now?"

   "I don't see why not; rather depends what it is..."

   "You'll probably say no, but I'd like to come all over you in your
school uniform like I didn't the other day".  Sharp intake of breath from
Jane.  "and then come all over you naked while you play with yourself."

   "You don't want much, do you?  Were you thinking that up while me and
Rache were playing?"

   "Yes, love.  I had to keep my mind occupied."

   "And your hands, probably." She waved away my attempts to protest my
innocence.  "Look, my blazer and skirt need to be dry cleaned, so that's
not on, but blouse and knickers go in the wash today, anyway.  Will that
do?"

   "That would be perfect.  And with you naked, after?"

   "Of course, but you might need some help second time round; or third, is
it?" she giggled.

   "Certainly not third!" I protested "I was waiting for you to come home;
possibly with Rachel..." I grinned.

   "Hmm.  I believe you.  Thousands wouldn't." How do you want this
disgusting orgy to start?" She was smiling, though.

   "If you take your skirt off and kneel down while I undress..."

   "I suppose it is your present, though." I started to strip for action.
"Hang on!"

   "Oh no", I thought.  She's changed her mind.

   "Would you like me to wear my tie?" Just like we boys, girls at posh
schools ripped off their ties as soon as beyond the range of school radar.

   "Won't it get messed up?"

   "No, it's easy to clean.  Anyway, it's had worse than that on it."

   "Really?", I thought.  I severely doubted it, but said nothing.

   Jane vanished into her room and came back, a couple of minutes later,
without blazer or skirt, but wearing the tie of a very prestigious local
girls' school, noted among the local yobbery for the unavailability of its
pupils.  By then, I was standing naked and eagerly facing the door.  My
little sister gave me a twirl, wiggling her green-clad bum at me, then
knelt at my feet.  "I suppose HE will be wanting some attention?", she
asked and, without waiting for an answer, took HIM in her mouth.

   I'd only half told the truth to Jane.  I had played with myself earlier,
but had denied myself a come; I had plenty in reserve.  She gave me a slow
and luxurious blow job, tongue and lips pleasuring me with all the
expertise of five incestuous years.  For once though, I gave her no
warning. I pulled out of her warm wetness and wanked myself off over her
face, neck, chest and tummy.  Her chin, blouse, tie and knickers were
spattered with my come, although the last-named were already damp from her
afternoon play, and from her fingers, which appeared to have crept into
them unheeded.  The sight was all I imagined; my shrinking willy was
already beginning to take heart.

   Jane licked around her mouth, then looked down at her school clothes. 
"Oo!  You really splooged me!  I've never seen you come so much!"

   I smiled modestly.  "It probably looks more than when it's in your
mouth."

   She wasn't convinced, and stood up to look in my full length wardrobe
mirror.  "No.  There's gallons of it.  Look, you even got it on my knees!
Looks really sexy...  Photo?"

   That hadn't occurred to me, but the camera was ready to hand.  (For my
models, OK?)

   "Did you get it?  Ugh, they're getting cold now; I'll put them in the
wash.  I don't know how you get your clothes so dirty, young lady!" This
last in a perfect take-off of mum's scolding; I suppose she'd heard it
often enough.

   The picture whirred damply out of the camera; slightly askew but well in
focus.  For obvious reasons, it didn't show Jane's face; the rest was all
there.  A large damp patch over her left breast showed the outline of a
nipple.  I hadn't realised that she'd removed her brassiere, a fact that I
was not about to advertise.

   "Let me see!  Don't hog the picture!" A naked sister thundered into my
room.  "Oo!  That IS sexy!  See my nipple?  Good thing I took my bra off.."

   "Thanks, love.  That was very kind of you.  Are you OK to start the
second half or do you need a break?" We football fans tend to think like
that, I'm afraid.

   "I thought YOU might need the break" that naked thunderer insinuated,
"but it doesn't look like it", she giggled, fondling the organ whose
stamina was being questioned.  "How do you want me?"

   "Er...  On your back on the floor, knees up, legs apart..." I wondered
if I was pushing my luck, but apparently Jane was into it now.

   "Like this?"

   "Perfect.  Now, if you can stroke yourself with two fingers so I can
still see your cunny?" Might as well go the whole hog.  "Beautiful!  Now
I'm going to wank off over..."

   "Just a moment!" Surely she couldn't have changed her mind now!  My
balls would be aching for a week!

   "Photo?  Before and after?"

   Brilliant idea, and the "before" was duly snapped.  My willy had relaxed
slightly while fiddling with the camera, and I had a moment of doubt.  Then
I looked down at my naked sister, fingers in her pussy and the other hand
fondling a sweet little breast, and he snapped back to attention.  I
stroked myself slowly, looking down at Jane over the helmet.  "Does it feel
good, love?"

   "Lovely, Adam, but I'm nearly there." I realised that she hadn't had a
come yet and had had a fair amount of foreplay.

   "Come if you want to."

   "No, I can hold it back.  Let me know when you're nearly there, and
we'll have it together."

   I hadn't realised how much of timing it right depended on body contact;
this was new territory.  I started wanking a bit faster and my darling
little sister smiled up at me, fingers moving slowly over herself.  Then it
happened, almost taking me by surprise.  "I'm coming Jane, I'm coming!"

   Her fingers went into top gear, with a surprising degree of force, as
she drove herself to climax, Her legs were scissoring open and shut as I
sprayed my offering over her body.  Not as much as before, but breasts,
tummy, pussy and legs all received their share.  A couple of adventurous
drops even reached her face, red with arousal and open-mouthed.  It was
more wonderful than I'd imagined.

   I didn't need to be asked.  The camera was out and shooting as soon as I
was steady enough to hold it.  Before even waiting to see the result, I was
on the floor hugging my damp little darling.  I lay on top of her, sharing
the wet spots I'd spattered over her.  "Love you, sister."

   She kissed me passionately, hugging my bottom.  "Love you too.  I had a
lovely come, but don't you think we'd be more comfy on the bed?"

   We were.

   The next day, Saturday, mum didn't leave us alone for five minutes.  I
guess she thought she was giving us "quality time".  In the end, I gave up
on hopes of even a brief fondle and, inventing some forgotten homework,
commenced detailing a Focke-Wulf 190.  I was excited when she announced
that she was going to the cinema, and less so when Jane flashed me our
private signal that her period had started.  Still, it turned out that
having my un-birthday present a day early had been a good move.

   When mum left the house, at least we had the chance to talk.  As well as
sharpening up our sex life, having a third wheel on our bicycle had got us
talking more.  "Sorry, Adam, I should have checked my diary."

   "Never mind, love.  At least I got my present early."

   "You seem to have enjoyed it too, love.  At least we can play while
mum's out."

   We did.  We fell back on recourse from the early days.  She rubbed the
tip of my willy against a nipple and stroked him until I spurted over her
pretty little breast.  Then I rolled the come-soaked nipple between my
fingers until she shuddered and came.

   "Mm.  Nice.  Different from when you stroke my cunny, but still nice."

   "Glad to be of service.  It seems ages since we...  Well...  fucked."

   "It's OK to say it" my naughty little sister giggled "The last time we
Fucked was to entertain Rache." I could hear the capital F.  "Does it
bother you?"

   "Not really, but it'll be a few more days yet.  Are you missing it?"

   "A bit, but we went six months without before you helped get me on the
Pill."

   "Don't remind me.  I counted every day." I grinned.  "Never mind,
there's always Rache..."

   A sharp look, until Jane realised I was joking.  She grinned herself
"Not without me there, and anyway you can't."

   "She's a virgin?"

   "She is, but I'm sure we'll cure that one day.  No, she always comes on
at the same time as me, so she's unavailable."

   I wondered if that had anything to do with them having been close
friends for a long time, and maybe wanting to be more.  It's something I
didn't understand then and, quite honestly, baffles me now.

   Then the meaning of her first sentence hit me.  I stood open-mouthed. 
"Do shut your mouth; you look like you're catching flies." she laughed. 
"Of course we will.  If she wants to, that is, and she probably will.  I'm
sure you do."

   I remembered to shut my mouth, which helped me to neither confirm nor
deny that hypothesis.  Neither road looked promising.  "Now, I'm going to
have a bath and wash this horrid stuff off my sweet innocent breasts." Her
protest might have had more force if she hasn't been massaging the "horrid
stuff" into those innocent breasts for at least five minutes and licking
her fingers with every sign of pleasure.  "You've still got my pretty
knickers, so you'll have something to play with.  As well as that little
thing, I mean."

   Unfair.  It wasn't erect but it wasn't that little.  Since she had me
bang to rights about the knickers, I decided not to argue.  "Shall we say
goodnight, then, love?"

   Jane leapt into my arms and we kissed at length.  Unwinding herself, she
said, "You mustn't mind my teasing, Adam love.  I do really love you.  Me
and Rache will arrange something special when we're fit for games.  You go
and enjoy my pretty little knickers."

   So I did.  It was good, but they weren't quite as much fun without their
occupant.

   As it happened, both girls were "fit for games" by Tuesday, but Thursday
was the earliest day we could arrange those games.  For once, I was
consulted in advance, which made a pleasant change.  When they arrived
straight from school, without any games on a convenient park bench, I was
waiting in the living room and there was a strange moment of embarrassment.
Although we'd had passionate sex only a few days ago, I had never really
spoken with Rachel, let alone got to know her.  I suppose if we'd ripped
our clothes off and made a dash for my bedroom there would have been no
awkwardness, but that train had departed.

   Several minutes passed in the kind of stilted conversation suffered with
distant relatives at those endless Christmas family do's.  I suppose that
is the price we pay for their awful presents.  Eventually Jane lost
patience.  "Let's start again.  Adam, this is Rachel.  Rachel, this is
Adam. Now, let's stop talking about the weather and get our clothes off and
play with each other's naughty bits before we all die of old age!"

   Sound advice, and that's what we did, if slightly more sensuously than
that.  The girls disappeared into Jane's room to divest themselves of their
school uniforms, and I disappeared into mine to do the same and wait for
them.  I sat naked on my bed, where I could hear them giggling through her
closed door.  It seemed like hours, but I'd plenty of experience of waiting
for females.  If I hadn't learnt patience, I had learnt the futility of
chivvying them, a valuable lesson for later life.

   When they did appear, they weren't, to my surprise, naked.  Rachel was
wearing those minimal pink knickers that I'd so admired last week.  Jane
was wearing the lime green ones that I could have sworn were stashed away,
stained with my come, in a hiding place known only to me.  They were in
pristine condition, except for the tiniest damp spot at the crotch,
probably associated with the giggling I'd heard from my little sister's
room.  None of Rachel's ample bush was showing, despite the lack of cover
provided by her knickers, so I guessed that she'd got the scissors out.

   As they posed in their scanties, I realised that something new was
happening.  In the past, Jane and I had stripped off and got straight down
to fondling each other's interesting parts.  Since my birthday present with
her pretty ickle undies, and my splooging of her school uniform, suddenly
clothes were part of the game.  I could spell "eroticism", I was clever
like that, but for the first time I had some inkling of what it might mean.

   On their part, they were definitely posing.  Both were giving me a
three-quarter view and pushing forward their crotches to let me admire
their pleasant parts, so lightly covered by that delicate underwear.  Where
they learnt it I can't imagine; there was no such thing as a "pop video" in
those days.

   Their attention was fixed, not on my willy, although that was well worth
a look in its current state, but on my eyes as I ogled their nether
regions.

   The indent of each slit was clearly visible and both were showing a damp
spot now.  Rachel's dark bush was no longer peeking out above and below, as
it had when those knickers were newly bought, and I guessed that she'd done
some scissor work.

   Temporarily sated with looking downwards, I raised my eyes unto the
hills.  My little sister's hillocks were as lovely as ever, with her pink
excited nipples, and her school friend's lush rolling hills provided a
thrilling contrast, with their dark conical tips.  The girls noticed my
change of ogle and cupped their breasts with both hands, pushing them up
for maximum effect, spectacularly so In Rachel's case.  Even in my state of
arousal, I made a mental note to ask my sister where they got those poses.

   "Do we look nice, Adam?" My sister broke into my reverie.

   "L...  lovely, dear..."

   Rachel looked surprised at my choice of language but said nothing.

   "Do you like these?", Jane asked, stroking herself through her sheer
knickers.  "The knickers I mean..." She giggled as Rachel followed suit.

   "I think they're both beautiful.  I mean they're all..."

   They were both giggling now, and sheer nylon was being rubbed into eager
cunny at both extremities of my vision.  There was an increasing aroma of
excited girl in my room.

   "They feel nice, too." Rachel piped up.

   "All of them." Jane added, to renewed merriment.  "Do you want to try,
love?", in a gentler voice.

   I took a couple of steps forward and, as the girls ceased fondling
theirselves, cupped a lightly-clad mound in each hand.  Both were well damp
by now and my fingers found their way into each slit to feel an aroused
tickle bump at the top.

   I looked up to ask permission to go further "Can I...", but was cut
short at the sight of the school friends squeezing each other's breasts.

   "Do you like watching us?  Would you like to play with yourself while
you watch?"

   Jane knew perfectly well the answer to both questions.  She knew that
I'd done just that when her friend was last here but, as far as I knew,
Rachel didn't.  "He w...  what?"

   "Yes, come on, Rache, let's do It on the bed."

   Rache was sufficiently aroused not to complain at the proposal and made
as if to remove her only garment.

   "No, Rache, keep them on.  He likes then, don't you, big brother?"

   I was quite incapable of speech, which apparently betokens consent.  The
girls lay on my bed face to face with my sister on the far side, clad only
in that delicious underwear.  Jane kissed Rachel and slipped a hand down
inside her knickers and, after a moment's thought, she responded in kind.

   My little sister broke the kiss for a moment to advise (well, order,
really) "You know you wanted to come over Rache's knickers - well, now's
your chance!"

   What Rache may have thought about this, we'll never know, as she once
again had a mouth full of her friend.  Their hands were working in each
other's cunnies and I was free to pursue my evil desires.

   On Rachel's last visit, my willy had spent a pleasant session cushioned
against her right buttock and rather fancied a repeat performance.  I saw
no reason to disappoint him, so I laid on the bed behind her and snuggled
up against her back.  It gave me the chance to get a good hold on those
lush breasts and, as a bonus, to feel my sister's stiff nipples against the
backs of my fingers.

   Once again, I marvelled at how soft and springy her bum felt as he poked
into it.  The smooth material rubbed sensuously against my erection as the
body inside it wiggled in pleasure.  I judged that Jane's fingers were
having the desired effect.  The feeling of the nylon was going to bring me
off eventually without manual intervention, but I had a hand ready lest
Rachel should beat me to it.  The sound of her gasps and the pumping of her
bum suggested she might.

   "Yes, Jane.  That's it.  It's happening!"

   Two strokes of my hand and I was there, too.  I pumped out my come on to
her knickers.  There was a fair amount.  I'd been waiting for this for a
while.  I was vaguely aware of my sister reaching her climax on the other
side of the sandwich and then we all squoze together.

   "Ugh.  My knickers are all wet!"

   "So are mine." Said Jane, innocently

   "No, I mean at the back.  Adam's made them all wet!"

   "Did you come all over Rache's knickers?"

   "Yes, it was lovely.  Didn't you feel me poking you?"

   "I like it when he comes all over mine." Jane added truthfully.

   "Oh, all right.  It was just a bit of a surprise, that's all.  "

   "You really must stop surprising our guest." Jane admonished mock
seriously.  "First it's in her mouth, then it's over her knickers!" Then
she broke up in giggles and, after a moment Rache joined in.  I would deny
ever having giggled, but I did laugh as we hugged and wriggled in pure joy.

   "Shall we get these wet things off", said Rachel, getting into the
spirit of things.  "We don't want to catch cold."

   Two pairs of flimsy knickers were doffed (Rachel's were indeed very wet)
and flung to the floor.  As a result, two naked girls lay on their backs
for my inspection.  Both were flushed down to their breasts from their
recent arousal, but what took my eye was Rachel's gardening.  Her
kitten-fur had been pruned right back and I expressed my approval.  "That
looks really nice, Rache."

   At this sincere compliment, she blushed even redder, and clapped a hand
over the area under discussion.  My sister said "Adam!" and gave me a Look.
Women, eh?  All right, little girls, eh?

   I decided for once not to back off.  I took the protective hand in mine,
raised it to my lips and kissed it, noticing the familiar taste of my
sister's cunny.  "No, it's really nice.  It makes you look really elegant
down there."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, really."

   I released her hand and smoothed her fur down with mine.  Jane smiled
and I realised that I'd got away with my male insensitivity.  She leaned
over and whispered something in her friend's ear.

   "Will he?"

   "If you ask nicely."

   "Adam, you know you promised to show me how to do It properly with my
mouth?"

   I thought it was more about her not being surprised when I came, but I
wasn't going to argue.

   "Yes, Rache."

   "Can we try it now?"

   My little sister had a secret smile on her face and I knew she'd set me
up again.

   I had the perfect excuse, though.  "I can't do it right now, Rache. 
I've just come all over your lovely knickers" (as if she didn't know) "and
it'll take a while to build up to another one.  While we're waiting,
there's something I'd like to try."

   The girls looked at me expectantly; I'd scuppered their plan and they
wondered what I might have in mind.

   "Well, Jane, Rache has done it with both of us and I wonder which of us
makes her feel best.  Maybe we could both try doing her with our mouths and
see who makes her come?"

   "That's not fair.  I've only done it once and you've done it hundreds of
times." I could see her silently curse.  Rachel wasn't supposed to know
that I'd watched Jane go down on her.  That was supposed to be their
secret.

   "Yes, and I think I'm quite good at it, but you're a girl too, and you
know where everything is and what a girl likes.  Shall we let Rache
decide?"

   Rache was listening open-mouthed and blushing.  "You BOTH want to lick
me down there?  Jane's the only one who's ever done it to me.  "

   "Was it good?" I asked innocently.

   Blushing still redder she whispered "Lovely."

   "Would you like to try it with me?  Jane and I could take turns."

   "Yes, please", almost inaudibly.

   "Are you ready for this, Jane?"

   "Oh, all right", she said ungraciously, "but it'll be my turn to try you
both next time!"

   Rachel looked unhappy at this.  I knew why, because her tongue had
barely made contact with Jane's pussy last time, as I watched without her
knowledge.

   When Jane made up her mind, she never hesitated.  "Lie back and relax,
Rache.  Who's going first?"

   "Toss for it?"

   The coin that we kept for sentimental reasons was put into use once
again and Jane correctly called "Heads".

   "You go first, Adam.  You make her come and then I'll do the same."

   That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but if it kept my little sister
happy...

   Rachel understandably looked a bit nervous, but I rolled over towards
her and kissed her gently mouth to mouth.  I ran my fingers through her
long dark hair then hugged her to me.  "This is for you, Rache.  Just relax
and enjoy."

   I ran my hands down to her breasts and rolled her nipples in my fingers.
My mouth followed in their wake and I took one in my mouth, something I'd
wanted to do ever since I saw her strip in my sister's room.

   As I suckled, my hand ran down her belly to ruffle her kitten-fur; then
further to her cleft, still wet from my sister's attentions.  I pressed my
palm down on her button and felt her push back with the pleasure of it.

   I trailed my tongue down the same route until I reached her tickle bump,
which I touched with just the tip.  She smelt and tasted wonderful,
slightly stronger than my sister, but just as arousing.  I started licking
her bump while working my fingers in her cunny, remembering just in time
not to push them right in.  This was a virgin, not my sister!  Imagine my
surprise when she whispered "Go on", emphasising her point by clasping my
wrist and pushing my hand into herself.

   I needed no further urging.  With two fingers well inserted into her
sopping sheath and tongue working hard, I could feel her pleasure as she
pushed back at me and started gasping incoherently.

   I was also aware of a hand stroking my bum and my balls, which could
only be Jane.  Taking a short break, to Rachel's squealed disapproval, I
saw that her other hand was, predictably, busy between her legs.

   I set to in earnest now, the fingers of one hand wanking Rachel's cleft
and the other holding on to a luscious bun, taking her love bump between my
lips and sucking.  She came so hard it took all my strength to hold on, but
I let her come down to earth with my lips gently kissing her and my fingers
just resting on her lips.

   Then I kissed back up her body and let her taste herself on my tongue. A
muffled squeal from behind me and a hand clamped down hard, fortunately on
a buttock, signalled that Jane had had her thrill too.

   I realised I was pretty close too.  My willy had been in an intimate
relationship, not for the first time, with my lower sheet, and was nearly
dripping.  However, I knew the rules.  "Your turn, Jane."

   She was ready and up for it but Rachel finally called a halt to our
games.  "No, really I couldn't.  Not just at the moment.  That was lovely,
Adam, but just let her have a rest..." A long pause.  "How about the other
thing?  Would you be ready now?  I'd like to make you feel as good as you
did me."

   I looked over at my sister and she shrugged; a surprisingly erotic sight
when performed by a naked girl with developing breasts.  "That's all right
with me if I can have my turn with you afterwards."

   "Of course, Jane.  Can you help me out with this first, though?"

   "All right, Rache.  You stay laid on your back and Adam can kneel over
you."

   I could.  As Jane well knew, it was one of our favourite positions,
dating back to when we were very young.  I knelt over Rache's midriff, with
my balls cradled in those rounded breasts.  From the feel of her nipples
against them she was still well aroused.

   "Now, take him in your mouth like so..." My little sister inserted my
painfully rigid self into her friend's mouth.

   "Now, you suck on him and lick him with your tongue.  Would you like me
to wank him off?" By now, Rachel was less naive and had guessed the meaning
of the word.  She nodded as well as she could in the situation.  "Now, you
tell her when you're going to come.  Don't swallow it all, Rache, keep some
for me."

   We'd received our instructions, and my sister started stroking as much
of my willy as wasn't already being sucked and licked by her friend.  It
took about a minute of this before I burst.

   "I'm coming Rache.  Oh yes, here it comes.  Suck me.  Fuck me.  that's
amazing.  Stop, Jane!  STOP!" I had to remove my little sister's hand by
force before she would submit.

   I looked down at Rachel and despite her impression of a swollen-cheeked
chipmunk she looked well pleased with herself.  Well she might.  She'd
taken it all, spilling hardly a drop.  She even opened her mouth to show
what she'd achieved, at which point my darling sister dived in to get her
share.  This developed into a full-on lesbian snog and I dismounted to let
them get on with it.

   Jane started to kiss her way down her friend's body and I realised that
this would become Jane's leg of the Cunny-licking Battle of the Sexes.  I
did wonder whether a girl could get pregnant this way, given that Jane now
had a mouthful of my come, but thought it inadvisable to complain.  I knew
where Rache was on her cycle, and I reckoned she was safe.  I also knew
just how cross my sister would be if I thwarted her now.

   Instead, I had the rare pleasure of watching a girl give oral sex to
another.  Despite it being only her second time, she really knew which
buttons to push, and I noticed she used her spare hand to good effect on
Rachel's breasts.

   I tentatively reached down to stroke my sister's little bum, and got a
wiggle of approval.  That was nice and the spectacle in front of me was
most exciting.  I took myself in hand and stroked my willy as well as my
sister's bum.  This took more coordination than you might think, and I was
forced to concentrate on the former.

   Jane didn't seem to mind.  She seemed intent on inserting her head into
her schoolmate's cunny, with a fair degree of success and Rachel was on
another plane entirely.

   Watching her open mouthed ecstasy and hearing her cries was too much for
me.  I slid down the bed and completed the circle by wanking myself off on
to my sister's left buttock as Rachel pulled her blonde head up into her
crotch, in the throes of orgasm.  Jane hauled herself up and kissed Rachel
to give her a taste of herself and to share what was left of mine.

   Then she felt behind herself "My bottom's all wet!"

   I couldn't help myself; I creased with laughter.  Rache was mystified
until I pointed down to my half-mast willy.  Then she started laughing. 
Jane tried to keep her dignity for a second longer, then looked at us and
started giggling.  I leapt on both of them and we became a wet, smelly,
giggling mass of happy kids.

   Rachel didn't tell us who was better at cunny-licking, but it was fun
trying to find out.  Next, it would be my sister's turn to choose between
Rachel and me.  But that, children, is a story for another day...

   Chapter 5.

   I left you wondering about the result of the Great Inter-Sibling
Cunny-licking Contest.  In fact, Rachel did have her opinions, but was too
shy to express them with me present.  Yes, that's right, too shy.  Odd in
one who had been brought to orgasm by the tongues and fingers of her
schoolfriend and her brother, but then females are odd - especially
schoolgirls.  She confided to Jane that I was rougher and used my fingers
more and that Jane had a more delicate touch with the tip of her tongue on
her 'tickle bump' (I'm sure she got that expression from Jane). 
Apparently, we were both really good at it, and both of us gave her a
lovely come.  I guess that counts as a draw.

   The question now to be decided was which of we siblings was the better
cunny-licker.  The problem with planning this contest is that Rachel had
shown real reluctance to go down on Jane on the one occasion when she'd
been invited to.  An added complication was that I'd seen this and Jane
knew that I'd seen it, but Rachel didn't.  It was time for a Cunning Plan;
it came to me during a prolonged session of self-abuse one night in bed. 
Yes, that as well; but I mean the Plan.

   Lying on my bed after an enjoyable and relaxing fuck, in our favourite
position and spooned together, I broached the subject.  "Do you like the
idea of Jane and I seeing who can do you best with our tongues?" There's
nothing like the direct approach.

   "Mm.  Yes.  But will she go for it?  She hardly touched me with her
tongue when we played that time in my room, and we haven't done it since.
I'm not sure I should ask; it might spoil everything if I asked and she
said no.  She's still very shy, despite everything..."

   "True, but she's got a very strong streak of fairness; look how she
wouldn't choose between us.  We both have 'birthdays' coming up." We had
decided that each of us would have their wishes granted on one day each
month, corresponding to the date of our birthday, and great fun we'd had of
it.

   "Yes, but I don't see how that helps."

   "Look, mine's next, and I'll suggest something that she will do,
involving both of us..."

   "I'm sure you will", she grinned.

   "I surely will, but that's not the point.  You and Rachel will do it
because it's my birthday wish.  Then, guess what your birthday wish will
be?"

   "And she'll do it because it's my birthday wish and she's already done
one for you.  That's very clever and very dishonest.  Let's do it!"

   So we did.

   My birthday wish was to watch the two girls masturbating or, as I put it
"playing with themselves" while I watched.  Jane queried my intentions.

   "You mean playing with each other?"

   "No, sat side by side, each of you playing with herself.  We could make
it a challenge to see if you can come at the same time."

   "Uh huh.  You'll be reading a good book while we do it, I expect.  You
want us dressed in our school uniforms, I suppose?" Jane was being
sarcastic, something she learnt at an early age, very probably from me, but
I could tell the idea turned her on, not least because she was rubbing her
bum against my willy, which was also showing an interest.

   "Er... No.  Nude, I was thinking; I would be too..."

   "So you can spurt your nasty stuff over us, would that be?"

   "Well, I was thinking we might try to all come together (this was long
before the Beatles made this practice famous) and I'm sure you and Rachel
wouldn't mind a bit of a shower."

   "And we could lick it off each other?"

   "Well, if you really wanted to..."

   "It's your treat, Adam; I'm sure I can convince Rachel that it's good
for her complexion.  Now, if you can put that thing you're poking me with
back where it belongs..."

   I did, and we had a fiercer shag that we had first time.  The idea of
the set-piece for my birthday present had clearly turned us both on.  I
squeezed her breasts much harder than usual, and I'm afraid I left a couple
of bruises.  Jane complained bitterly about this afterwards, but I didn't
hear her make an issue of it at the time.  Still, that's women for you; or,
at least, little sisters.  At the time, it was more a question of "Yes, yes
oh fuck me, Adam!" and incoherent moaning, followed by "That was a lovely
come.  Come in me now, Adam.  Yes, I can feel you shooting in me..."

   Incidentally, those who read modern pornography may wonder why there's
no anal sex in this story.  To be honest, it simply never occurred to us.
I've a strong suspicion that the current fad for it is the result of gay
propaganda, but maybe I'm just an old stick-in-the-mud.  (Thinks: maybe I
could have chosen a better metaphor.)

   On the day, Jane and Rachel arrived from school together; Jane was
bouncier and Rachel even more nervous than usual.  I knew that Jane had
planned to explain the agenda to her on the way and it appeared that she
had, and that Rachel had agreed, if not without misgivings.

   I kissed my sister and her schoolfriend quite chastely and they scurried
off into Jane's room, presumably to undress.  I noticed that Jane left her
key in the lock, so I wasn't invited to peep.  Instead, I stripped in my
room, sat on the bed and awaited events.

   I waited what seemed like ages.  Clearly, Jane was applying her
considerable powers of persuasion on her little friend.  Then the door
opened and a nude and shy Jane appeared, encouraged non-verbally by my
little sister.

   "Hello, girls, come in.  You both look lovely today."

   They did, although Rachel was trying desperately not to cover herself
up, if you get my meaning.

   "Sit together on the bed, just there, please.  You know this is my
birthday present, Rachel?"

   She nodded as shyly as a twelve year old can when she's sitting on a
boy's bed stark naked.  I was sat on the bedside chair, carefully placed to
give me the perfect view of their assets, despite Rachel's legs being
closed rigidly together.

   "What I'd like you to do is to stroke yourselves and make yourselves
come while I watch.  That's all right with both of you, is it?"

   "Yes, that's all right, isn't it, Rache?  We'll do it to ourselves, not
to each other, if that's what Adam wants"

   Rachel muttered her agreement; Jane gave her a sweet little kiss, then
opened her legs and squeezed her own little breasts.  Her pink nipples had
been standing up ever since she came in, whereas Jane's brown nubs were
more reluctant.  They were both flushed, but I suspected that was more
embarrassment than excitement in Rachel's case.

   "Come on, Rache.  Give those lovely breasts of yours a thrill; see what
I'm doing and copy me."

   Rachel's breasts were each a good handful, as she now demonstrated, and
the two girls fondled themselves in front of me.  Rachel was beginning to
warm up, a process that was accelerated when Jane reached over and rolled
her right nipple between her fingers.  Her pointy brown tips were standing
up nicely now, and I felt sure enough of things to start stroking my willy,
which had been hard as a rock for some while.  Her legs had relaxed their
death grip somewhat, and her trimmed brown pubes were now visible for my
pleasure.

   Jane, of course, was spread wide open, with her arousal clearly visible
and framed by that sparse golden hair that I loved so much.  As I watched,
she ran her hand down her tummy and spread herself with two fingers to show
me her excited insides.  Rachel was also watching open-mouthed and Jane
whispered "You too, Rache.  Give Adam a treat."

   She looked up at me with that rabbit-in-the-headlights look, but did as
her schoolfriend requested.  She forced herself to open her legs, slipped
her fingers down through those neatly trimmed dark pubes and did likewise.
In front of my eyes were two young cunnies spread wide, with all their
secrets revealed.  Whatever her head was doing, Rachel's cunny was clearly
very aroused, judging by the glistening that I saw there.  I thought for a
moment about getting out the camera, but suspected that would be testing
her shyness too far.  (After the event, Jane admitted that she had the same
thoughts)

   It occurred to me that if we were going to come together, that I should
go easy on the stroking.  I hoped I wouldn't be forced to think of sprouts!
Not easy, when a quite different and more arousing aroma filled the room.

   Jane brought her left hand down and started stroking her tickle bump
with two fingers.  "Mm.  That's nice..." and looked round at her friend. 
Rachel took the hint without being told this time, and gently touched
herself.  Jane and I were well ahead of her on the road to ecstasy, and we
both slowed down our stroking and watched as she began to move her fingers
in that familiar rhythm.  "Is that nice for you, Rache?"

   "Mm.  Yes, Jane..." She was getting into the feeling now and the fingers
were moving more rapidly.  The bed was beginning to bounce as her bum also
got into the feel of things.

   "Let me know when you're coming, lover" Jane asked, leaning over to give
her friend a more passionate kiss.

   "Yes, I will; won't be long now"

   All three of us were stroking ourselves harder now, although Rachel was
staring into space and my sister and I were staring at her busy crotch.

   "Yes, here it comes.  Yes!  Oh, that's too good!" Rachel gasped out her
orgasm and Jane, wanking furiously, was seconds behind.

   I stood up and, in a failure of nerve, began to spurt my come into my
little sister's mouth and over her face.  To my gobsmacked amazement Rachel
called out "Me too, Adam, me too!" A quick correction of aim, and it was
Rachel's face that received the remainder, and the majority, of my
offering. She was hunched over after her climax, so some landed in her
hair, making a nice contrast with her dark tresses.  Most landed on her
forehead, nose and eyes, running down her face.  A few last drops landed on
her voluptuous right breast.

   "It's gone in my eye!" She complained, but Jane leapt promptly to her
rescue.  She took Rachel's head in her hands, turned it towards her, and
carefully cleaned out her eye; then dealt with the rest of her face.  There
was a lot.  I'd been saving myself for this moment, and a fifteen year old
who hasn't come for two whole days has quite a lot to give.  Jane leant
down to deal with her little friend's breast, taking the opportunity to
suckle on a luscious brown nipple.

   This time, Rachel didn't need to be coaxed.  She kissed my sister deeply
to share my come, then licked her face clean and repeated the process. 
They snogged for a moment as I sat back into my chair.  When they came up
for air, it was Rachel who asked "Was that a good birthday present, Adam?
We enjoyed it too, I think"

   "Wonderful, girls!  Thank you both everso.  When we've got our breath
back, may I suggest a cuddle on the bed?"

   And we did.

   We cuddled, and might have done more but, as Jane was snogging Rachel,
she noticed that the semen in her hair was beginning to 'set' and become
very sticky.  It took a shower and shampoo to clean it out.  Jane, of
course, blamed me on the specious grounds that it had come out of my willy,
would you believe?  It wasn't my fault that Rachel was scrunched over when
she demanded that I come on her, was it?  Wisely, I didn't express that
viewpoint.  I had splooged Jane's hair before, but that had been in the
shower where it wasn't really a problem.  Although it had been exciting to
see, we decided that we'd leave that out in our future threesomes, there
not being room for three in our rather primitive shower.  (A hose with a
cup that fitted on each tap - remember those?)

   Nonetheless, we agreed that my 'present' had been a great success and
even Rachel said she was looking forward to Jane's turn and then to hers.
Whether she knew that would involve the Inter-sexual Cunny-licking contest,
I rather doubted.

   The next time Jane and I were free to talk about these things, lying
naked on my bed and watching each other stroking ourselves, I asked Jane
that very question.  "No, I'll tell her on the way here from school.  Best
if she doesn't have time to worry about it, I think.  Bring that over here
and I'll give it a kiss."

   She did, and rather more; then I repaid her with a practice run for the
ISCL contest.  She seemed to enjoy that, if the noises she made and the
pressure on my ears were any measure.  I was fairly confident of the
result...

   When it came to the Big Day, I'd showered when Jane and Rachel arrived
at our front door.  They were both smiling and oddly, both a little
nervous. Jane let her friend enter first and gave me a brief shake of the
head behind her back and then put her finger to her lips.  I knew Jane in
more ways than one by now and guessed that she hadn't told Rachel of her
plans.  As to why, I hadn't the vaguest idea, but I'd learnt that patience
was essential in dealing with females, however difficult it might be to
achieve.

   "I'm dying to know what your present will be?" giggled Rachel, taking
the initiative for once.

   "I'll tell you and Adam when we're quite ready, Rachel.  You've showered
like we said, Adam?"

   I nodded to indicate that I was clean as a whistle.

   "We'll shower now and meet you in your room.  Come on, Rache!"

   I did as instructed but left my door open, so as not to miss two
giggling naked schoolgirls passing my door and, after much splashing and
more giggling, return pink and damp to Jane's room.  The thought of it
still does things to me today, all these years later.  For once, the girls
didn't take their time doing girly things.  Within minutes, they bounced
into my room; particularly so in the case of Rachel's ample bosom.  They
sat beside me on my bed, Jane next to me and Rachel on her right.

   "Come on Jane, what's your present?" I asked, pretending ignorance. 
"What do you want from us?"

   "Well, you know me and Adam wanted to know which of us was the best at
licking you down there?" She pointed at Rachel's crotch.

   "Yes." I said

   "Y-Yes, Jane." Rachel stuttered.  Light was beginning to dawn.

   "Well, it would be really nice if you'd both lick me down there and I
could see who was best at it..." She pointed between her legs, which were
already open in anticipation.

   "I'm sure Adam would be better at it.  I've never done it before and I'm
sure he's done it lots of times..." Foot in mouth time.  "I mean with you,
Jane, not other girls..." Foot more firmly inserted.

   Sometimes silence can be the interrogator's best friend.  We both looked
at Rachel, mouths slightly open.

   "I mean Jane's told me how much she likes it." Finally, Rachel stopped
digging.  "Oh, all right, if it's for your present." She leant over and
gave Jane a brief kiss.  "Who's going to go first?" Nice recovery, that.

   "Still got the magic coin, Adam?" Jane knew very well that we had; it
was right in front of her on the chest of drawers.

   "No, if it's all right with Rachel, I'll go first so she can see how I
do it.  Is that OK, Rache?"

   "Oh thanks, Adam.  That'll be perfect.  I know I've got a lot to learn."

   It also meant that, with a bit of luck, Rachel would be well turned on
when it was her turn to perform, but I wasn't going to say that.

   Jane opened her legs even wider, and I could see from her glistening
pinkness that she was more than ready.

   "You kneel in front of me, Adam, that's right.  Now you kneel beside him
so you can see what he's doing."

   We took up our appointed positions.  Rachel's right knee was snuggled up
against my left, and I had a prime view of her full breasts, with nipples
fully at attention despite her nervousness.

   "I'll tell you what he's doing, in case you miss it, Rachel." This was
exhibitionism with a running commentary, not that I was complaining.

   I leant forward and kissed her scant golden kitten-fur, then ruffled it
with my fingers.  "He's kissing my hair and stroking it, Rache."

   Rache leant forward for a closer view and we were practically cheek to
cheek to pussy.

   "Now he's kissing me on my lips and licking me down there; it feels
lovely."

   I don't think my little sister had ever tasted better; she was obviously
very excited.

   "Oh, now he's put a finger inside me; two, now... And he's rubbing them
in and out.  That feels so good."

   Rachel was breathing heavily next to me and I saw her squeezing her left
breast.  I pressed forward again and touched my sister's 'tickle bump' with
the tip of my tongue.

   "Oh, oh, he's touched my tickle bump with his tongue.  And now he's
licking it up and down like a cat does.  That feels SO good..."

   By now Rachel's left hand had slipped off her breast, down her tummy and
on to her play area.

   "Tastes good, too, love." I said, taking a break to breathe.  Then I
dived in again.

   "Oh, he's taken it between his lips and he's sucking it.  That's too
good, Adam.  Fuck me with your fingers.  Harder.  That's right.  Oh fuck,
I'm coming.  I'm coming.  Don't stop.  Don't stop.  Stop!"

   I didn't.  Not immediately, anyway.  I let her down gently, finishing by
kissing her pussy as I would her mouth.

   I looked to my left and Rachel was transfixed, staring at Jane's passing
and stroking herself intimately.  I circled her with my left arm, turned my
face to hers and soul-kissed her, giving her the full lovely flavour of
Jane's cunny.

   "Do I taste good, Rache?" Jane asked from her lofty position.  Rachel
detached herself from my mouth and said "I'll tell you when I can breathe,
Jane... Yes, you do taste good.  Just like me, really.  That was SO
exciting to watch!  Is it my turn now?"

   "Give me a moment to get my breath back, love.  That was quite exciting
for me, too." Jane grinned.  "I need a short break, I think.  Perhaps you
and Adam could keep me entertained?"

   "At your service, little sister" I had no idea what Jane had planned,
but I had faith in her imagination.

   "All right, but what shall we do, Jane?" Rachel was genuinely puzzled,
too.

   "Adam seems have been quite excited by that.  Maybe you could relieve
his tension a bit." I was, but Rachel was even more so, and there was no
way my darling little sister could have missed it.  "Stroke his willy like
you've seen me do.  That's it.  Would you like to come on Rachel's breasts,
Adam?"

   Would I?  Being Jane, she didn't ask her schoolfriend what she wanted. I
got up halfway from my knees so my willy was point into her right breast.
It made an awkward angle for Rachel's right hand so she used her left. 
That wasn't much more convenient, but it didn't really matter.  I was half
fucking that soft and springy mammary and half being wanked left-handed,
but the end was quick and dramatic.  I spurted over her breast and come ran
down her right side to her equally delicious bum.

   "Rub it in, Rachel.  It's good for the skin." Jane was enjoying her
moment of power.  She'd restrained her hand from her pussy, but it was
stroking her right breast in sympathy and tweaking the nipple.  "Now it's
your turn, Rache.  You might want to watch closely to hand on some tips."
She knew perfectly well that girls having sex together, particularly oral
sex, was a huge turn-on for me.  Something to do with being male, I
suppose.

   We rearranged ourselves, Rachel now taking pole position between my
sister's legs, with me side-on to her right.  Jane opened herself with two
fingers and said "Come on, Rache.  To start off, just kiss me, as if was my
other lips.  That's nice.  Now your fingers."

   Rachel's brows were furrowed, as one intensely concentrating, but she
seemed to be getting the idea.  I saw her fingers disappear into Jane's
sheath and it seemed to have the desired effect.  Clearly she had paid
attention to my technique.  She worked her fingers in and out, as I grasped
and fondled her now slightly sticky bum with my left hand.

   "Oh, Rache, that feels so good.  Now lick my tickle bump.  Oh yes, now
suck it into your mouth.  Oh God, yes that's it.  Fuck me fuck me fuck me!
That's enough.  Enough I said!" Rachel obeyed the instruction rather
quicker than I had, but that's inexperience for you.

   Rachel leant back and asked nervously "Was that all right, Jane?  I
tried to do what Adam did and what you said."

   "It was lovely, Rache.  You're a natural.  Nine out of ten for both of
you."

   "Nine?  I queried.

   "Of course.  You must have room for improvement.  Now, Rache, You seem
to have been a bit left out." She was.  She was bright red and breathing
heavily.  "You remember the first time, when Adam and I did It together for
you to watch?  Seeing as it's my present.  Would you?"

   That I hadn't expected and, from her expression, neither had Rachel.  I
got in first.  "But, surely, it won't be safe; I mean, it would be lovely;
I mean Rachel is lovely, but we couldn't risk..."

   "Tell him, Rachel."

   "Well, it's like this, Adam.  I'm on the Pill for the same reasons as
Jane.  I had these problems with..."

   "He doesn't need to know, Rachel.  He did the research for me." I did,
and I certainly didn't want to hear it again; it put me off enough at the
time.  (For those who haven't kept up, I helped Jane fake the symptoms that
got her put on the Pill; look at Chapter 2 if you're confused) It clicked
that was why their periods coincided so exactly; they were both timed by
those little bubble packs.

   "Hang on, though, Jane.  You haven't asked Rachel if she wants to; it's
a big decision.  And you're sure you won't be jealous?"

   "We've talked about practically nothing else since she met you.  She'd
love to, wouldn't you."

   Rachel smiled nervously and nodded "Yes please, Adam.  If you would..."

   "I would, Rachel.  If you will, I'd love to have sex with you."

   "OK, that's settled.  You two get on the bed and I'll sit on the chair."
My little sister could be very brisk at times.

   "OK, you on top, Rachel?"

   She nodded shyly again.  I laid on my back and she crouched over me on
all fours.  I raised my head and we kissed.  Then I looked down at Jane,
sat naked on the chair, legs spread and hand at the ready.

   "Hang on, Jane, love.  Come upon the bed with us."

   "But I won't be able to see..."

   "Lie turned round the other way and you'll have a perfect view."

   Jane pondered the logistics for a moment.

   "Yes, Jane, it would be lovely if we were all together" added Rachel.

   So she did.  It took a bit of wiggling, but Rachel was now poised over
me with Jane on her right hand side facing those parts that were soon to be
joined in lust.  I'd lost a bit of my firmness during the process, but he
sprang to attention when Rachel whispered "Put him in me, Jane, love."

   I felt my sister stroking my willy, then Rachel lowered herself on to
it, as it was guided into her cunny by my loving sister.  I knew from my
earlier fingering that there was no major obstruction, but Rachel was very
wet and gloriously tight.

   Her body was much lusher than Jane's and it was a difficult choice
between fondling those buns that I'd admired so much before and those full
breasts with their prominent nipples.  I can assure the reader that they
both got their share of attention.  She was infinitely less experienced
than my sister, but this had its own charm, and she was very enthusiastic.
It was like being squashed, but pleasantly so.  At one point, he popped out
due to her over-enthusiastic bouncing, and Rachel popped him back in as if
she was an experienced woman who'd been doing it all her life, and not a 12
year old virgin.

   She was already very aroused and I'd come not ten minutes previously, so
I was ready to last until she had her thrill, after which I pumped her full
for the first, but not the last, time.  We cuddled, proud of our
achievement, and hearing a gasp from the general area of my crotch, I
turned my head to get a close-up view of Jane fingering herself to a
climax. I leant over to kiss her sweet little pussy, and Rachel stretched
her neck to do the same.  Jane nuzzled up against where we were still
joined, although my willy was rapidly shrinking.  As he popped out, Jane
was there with a surprisingly chaste kiss on his tip.  Then, as Rachel
turned on her left side to face her, she gave a rather less chaste snog to
Rachel's pleasant parts, lapping up both our offerings with every sign of
pleasure.

   We three felt naughty but cosy, cuddled together face to crotches (or
faces to crotch, depending on how you looked at us).  All the doubts about
possible jealousies had gone.  We were a loving unit, all of us.  For once,
three wasn't a crowd.

   That was the start of a long relationship that lasted well into
adulthood.  It hadn't occurred to us at the time, and we certainly hadn't
planned it, but having Rachel as my girlfriend and my sister as her best
friend covered up a lot of awkward situations.  Later on, as adults, we
could go on holiday together as a pair and a friend, and become a trio
again in private.  But that's a story for another day.

   I hope you've enjoyed this piece of fiction and, to coin a phrase...



   That's All, Folks...


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