Mutual Attraction - S01 E04

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Mutual Attraction - S01 E04

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I saw that smile on her face that I had known all my life, and she said, "Yeah, Fonzie. What would Mr C have to say about that?"

She went serious again, and said "Well, this may surprise you, but sometimes, well, most times, after we played those games, I would go back to my room, and kind of," she paused, as if thinking of whether to continue, "kind of, ahhhh, um, ...., touch myself."

She gave me a searching look, and said, "Um, did you, ever,

"No," I lied.

"Oh," she said, with real disappointment in her voice.

"Well," she went on, "Then there was yesterday."

"Yesterday?" I said, guilt rising inside me.

"Well, yeah, yesterday," she started. "There I was, all upset, and you came and sort of, um, said all those nice things, and made me feel so much better about myself, and you were kind of lying there, up against me and stuff, and it just felt nice to cuddle up to a man and feel good about myself," pausing, then adding, "you know?"

"A man?" I said, "But this man is your brother." I had half an inkling, or maybe just wishful thinking, but I had half an idea where this might be leading, but I still had to say that.

"Okay," she answered, "you are, but I couldn't help it if it still felt nice."

"Glad I could help," said, casually, wondering if...

"You know what I did after you left?" she asked.

"Surprise me," I said.

She surprised me all right. "I touched myself," she said, looking me straight in the eye, like she had said something completely normal, but knowing full well that she hadn't.

Even now, I still don't know what I was going to say when she said that, but it didn't matter, because my throat got so thick and dry in an instant, that all that came out was a kind of gasping.

"Uhhhklithh," sound.

"Well, girls have feelings," she said, looking down, modestly.

I was still too stunned to speak. I guess I kind of knew what she was leading up to, but it was still so far from the way things normally went, that I thought I must be hearing things wrongly, or maybe just misreading them.

"What about you? Yesterday, I mean," she said, looking me in the eye, as if she somehow knew the answer.

"No," I lied again, pursing my lips, and shaking my head, as if that was out of the question.

"Oh." Once again, disappointment in her voice, and this time a little surprise as well.

"Anyway," she said, "I've been thinking..."

"That's always dangerous, when you start thinking, " I said, butting in. After all, she was my sister, and we always said things like that to each other.

She shook her head, with that look of mock sympathy for the afflicted on her face, that she used to give me when I sald something stupid, as a joke, and got back on track. She seemed to be giving this some thought for a moment, and then she said, "Hear me out here for a minute, Wayne. Now, think about it. Here we are, the two of us, right? Me in my room, touching myself," and she paused, gesturing towards her room, "and you're in here, in this room, you know, doing," she paused, "whatever you, um, do.."

She kind of seemed like she ran out of words for a moment.

She sighed, and went on, as though getting it all out at once, "So-o- o, why don't we just, kind of, um, help each other out?"

I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a kid wants Christmas, but there was no way I thought could do that in front of her. "I can't, I don't, think...," I stammered.

She leaned forward, and said, soothingly, "It's not like we haven't seen each other. We could look but not touch if you're feeling a bit shy, just kind of play around, maybe kiss each other like we used to do."

My stomach had butterflies, and I was thinking "What if she doesn't mean what i think she mearis?" but she tried a different approach.

"Wayne, if you were horny and wanted to, um,...... and to my discomfort, she made a movement with her thumb over her hand,

almost, but not quite, making a wanking fist, "wouldn't you rather look at a real, live girl? And not a girl in a magazine?"

She met my eyes with hers. I was still uneasy about doing anything like that in front of anybody, even Louise. She reached over, without speaking, keeping eye contact, and took my left hand, and gently prodded my finger into the skin of her left forearm.

That's real," she said, softly.

She met my eyes with hers. I was still uneasy about doing anything like that in front of anybody, even Louise. She reached over, without speaking, keeping eye contact, and took my left hand, and gently prodded my finger into the skin of her left forearm.

That's real," she said, softly.

I was fighting with my own reluctance, if that's possible, but then, to close the deal, she seemed to have an idea. She moved my hand to her left breast, gently turning and holding the palm of my left hand flat against the thin cotton of her pyjama top, so I could feel quite clearly that she was wearing nothing underneath. I felt the warm, rounded shape of her breast with its soft nipple, underneath the material, and I felt her nipple harden slightly under my touch. "That's also real," she said softly, a little more husky this time.

I melted. The world fell away underneath me. Roller coaster. Pick your clich?whatever it was, it happened to me.

Then she took my hand away from her lovely breast, and leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth. It was the same kiss she used to give me as a ten-year old, the same kiss, but different this time. This was an adult kiss, this was an open-mouth kiss. A gentle, open-mouth kiss. A slight-touch-of-the-tongue kiss, that made me hunger for more, that allowed me to smell and to taste her sweet breath, and to allow it to work its magic on me. It was definitely not the sort of kiss you normally get from your sister.

"Have you come to a decision?" she said softly, her face still close enough for me to be intoxicated by her breath.

"I think that," I paused, sighing, "this could be fun."

She learned down, placing her right thumb and forefinger on each side of my erect penis, through the sheet, and through my boxer shorts, and gently moved them down its length. Her touch was exquisite, and I think I gasped a little. I know I flinched. She turned to look at me, and said, "I know you're a bit unsure, but somebody's already made up his mind."

She repositioned herself on the bed, so she was on her knees on my left, with her head down near my sheet-covered groin, and her lovely bottom inches from my face. She was still stroking me gently through the sheet, and I knew I had been given a gilt-edged Invitation, but was still hesitant to go further in case I overstepped the mark, and ruined the moment for good. I was so excited by the sight of this intimate part of her body, so close to me, beckoning me to caress it, but I was unsure, just the same.

She turned back over her shoulder and said, simply, "Touch me." Her voice was little more than a whisper.

I reached up with my left hand, gently placing the side of my palm and little finger along the slight cleft in her pyjama bottom, as it was pulled taut across her pussy. I felt the moist warmth from her, even through the gusset of her pyjama pants, and becoming a little bolder, I put the tip of my long finger above her anus and slowly ran it down the slit, feeling her flinch a little. I could see and feel that she had no pants on underneath, and I placed the back of my thumb over the area where I knew her clit should be, (who says porn is not educational?), and made a gentle sawing motion. She made a quick little "Ooh!" sound, and lifted her head, saying, "You learn fast."

She was rubbing me gently through the sheet, as though instinctively, she knew if she went too fast, or too hard, it would be over in an instant. She moved her left hand to my tool, and with her right, she reached back and hooked her thumb in the elastic of her pants, and pulled them down, just enough to expose some of the skin of her right buttock. I took her lead and gently pulled them down further, exposing her beautiful pussy, with its neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, for the first time. I felt weak at the sight, but then she lifted her knees, each in turn, helping me take her pyjama pants off completely. She had not spoken, and just continued with the gentle stroking of my tool.

I felt her slick wetness, and I gently placed a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina, only a little, and ran it down between her Inner lips. She was so incredibly wet and slippery, and I tasted her juice on the tip of my finger. The taste was so exciting I could never even have hoped to describe it, and she looked back again, and smiled, then turned back to what she was doing, without speaking.

She continued her gentle stroking through the sheet, and I became more bold and began to insert my finger in her pussy, moisteriing it a little more with each stroke, finger-fucking her slowly, getting used to the feeling Inside. I took my left hand away, bracing myself on the bed with it, and leaned forward, caressing her right buttock with my right hand, and then kissing her there, softly, like you would kiss a baby. She said, "You're very gentle. I like that."