Satisfying Her Itch!

byChris7sw©

It all started with something my sister Carol said one day.

I'd got a day off work so I'd popped round to my parent's place as I regularly did, to say hello to Mum and my sister.

Mum was rather busy with some correspondence so my sister and I left her to it and headed outside where we settled down with a drink each to have a good natter. We'd been sitting there for a while, getting well into our chatting when Carol almost jumped up and turning, she quickly put her hands down, pushing the material of her skirt between her legs.

"Oooooch, sorry Chris - got an itch!" she said as she turned back a few moments later and sat down once more, leaving me idly wondering what kind of itch.

We continued to sit and chatter and as we did so I happened to briefly mention a good but rather explicitly sexy film that had been on TV the night before.

"Mmmmm, I saw that too. Guess one of these days I'll find out about all that stuff," she said, rather sadly I thought.

"Eh - what do you mean you'll find out? Whatsa matter then?" I asked, vaguely curious and yet really just innocently answering her.

"Oh - nothing," she said, looking away from me, "It's not important."

But the very fact that she'd said that had got me going and now I sat up more attentively.

"Oh come on; must have been something important or you wouldn't have said it," I replied, "Come on, tell me. Find out what?"

"No, it's nothing, I said it's not important," she said, irritatedly squirming in her chair, "Anyway, it's personal."

My sister's a sweet young thing; she's only twenty but she seems a lot younger and more innocent than that. She's not bad to look at though; she's fairly tall and quite slim although she does have a sizable bust which rather takes your eyes off her flat tummy and her long legs. She's got soft brown hair which she keeps shortish and off her shoulders, somehow making her look even younger and rather cute really. Oh come on, yes I will be honest; she's bloody good to look at really, even if she is my sister!

Perhaps it's her face that completes the charm; she's got a lovely warm heart-shaped face with a sweet turned-up nose and luscious lips; lips that feel soft and tender whenever she kisses me. Ok, those kisses only happen when we meet or part and that's such a shame because I love to feel her lips on mine; they're so sweet and loving somehow.

But right now she looked quite uncomfy for some reason; her lovely lips were all screwed up and I wanted to find out why.

"So what! Oh come on - I'm your brother for heaven's sake; we've always been able to talk," I said, "Don't hide things from me, it's not fair. You're being stupid!"

I guess I wasn't really thinking that her question would be as personal as it was though!

"Oh Chris, I don't know how to say it," she said, almost moaning, "And I don't want to put you in a situation..."

"For heaven's sake - just say it!" I said firmly, "I'm old enough to take it; I understand things these days. And I'm good at listening too."

I'm nine years older than my sister, so I'm a man of the world, or so I thought. I've been there - done that, tried this and the other (not drugs though) - so I was confident that whatever she said wouldn't faze me.

But still Carol wouldn't let it go so I got up and knelt in front of her to hold her hands and to look her right in the face.

"Oh sweetheart," I said softly, "Look, I love you 'cos you're my only sister and I really want to help. I've had plenty of girlfriends so I probably know quite a bit about how a woman's mind works, so come on...tell me, please."

"Ohhhh," she moaned, "Oh, I - I - just - I just want to know more about boys."

"Hah - is that all!" I exclaimed brightly but Carol looked away, still hesitant.

"Yeah, but it's what I want to know that's the problem," she said, her face still downcast, "It makes me so embarrassed to even say it."

"Please, please, tell me," I wheedled, but suddenly realising what her problem stemmed from, "It's to do with sex, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm yeah," she mumbled, her eyes now finding mine, "I don't want to look silly."

I chuckled about her naivety before squeezing her hands and answering.

"Well, I'm a boy - well, I mean I'm a man really," I said proudly puffing my chest out, "So if I don't know what I'm talking about then who does, so tell me - come on, be brave."

Cocky sod that I was! But I was trying to be a helpful big brother too.

Carol took a deep breath and then her hands gripped mine at last.

"You're right; yes I do want to know about sex," she said, squeezing my hands hard, "But I still don't think its right to ask you."

"Fuckin' hell, of course you can!" I exclaimed, almost exasperated by her reticence to open up, "Just ask away. Anything..."

"Ok," she said, taking another deep breath, "Here goes. I've never seen a man's thingy. See, I've said it."

"So what happened to sex ed?" I asked quickly, shaken but not entirely dumbstruck but Carol shook her head.

"They didn't show us properly. Most of it was diagrams really; that's all they showed us - anyway, that was years ago," she replied, "Now I want to see the real thing."

Suddenly I felt all hot; her question was indeed personal and I wasn't entirely sure how to answer her, until another idea popped up.

"Internet; plenty of men's "thingies" there," I said, emphasising the word, "Anyway, what's wrong with calling them penises or cocks?"

Carol blushed suddenly and looked downwards.

"I don't like calling them that," she said, "I'm not used to it.

"Well, get used to it, because that's what they're called," I said firmly, "And come on, what's wrong with the internet?"

"That's not the same," she said sharply, now looking straight at me, "I want to see them in the flesh; you know, real ones; well, one would do - right where I can find out all about it."

"Well, chat rooms then, aren't the cocks there real enough?" I countered.

"No way am I going there," she exclaimed, blushing even more brightly, "Don't think I could do that; I might have to show them my bits too!"

"So what do you expect me to do then? Find you a willing subject?" I replied, "Anyway, why can't you ask one of your boyfriends?"

"Cos I'm scared to," she said quickly and firmly, "And I don't love any of 'em enough to want to see their bodies, especially those bits of them!"

I was silent for a while now as I considered the situation and it was I who was now feeling embarrassed. But she was obviously in a bit of a spot and needed help, so I persisted with my questions.

"But why do you have to find out right now," I asked, my fingers softly stroking hers, "Can't it wait until you do find someone to love; someone whose body you're happy to see?"

"Yeah, but then I won't know how I'll feel. I mean, what if it scares me and I get put off him even if he's just the man for me?" she said, now twisting her hands together, "I need to know before I find him, don't I?"

"Guess that would make sense," I answered, "But I don't see how I can help."

"I do," she replied, "I love you and you love me so you could let me see yours, couldn't you?"

"Oh what!?" I exclaimed kneeling bolt upright, shocked and horrified at the thought of exposing myself to her, "I'm not a bloody porn star!"

"See - I told you I didn't know how to say it," she said, her eyes downcast and sad, "I knew you'd be annoyed."

"No! No, I'm not annoyed - I'm just shocked, that's all," I said as I put my hands back on hers, "Why me - why mine - you really should be asking your boyfriend, not me."

"I told you I can't; anyway I only what to see what a thingy looks like," she said, her eyes now fixed on mine once more, "I just want to find out..."

Silence reigned again; then she spoke once more.

"So can you help, Chris?" she said, her eyes pleading, "Can I see yours? Please - you are my brother."

"Yeah - I am," I said, "And that's all the more reason why you shouldn't see mine."

"But how else am I gonna find out?" she moaned - and she sounded so plaintive that my heart melted.

"Oh fuck - oh ok then, if it'll make you happy," I said, my heart thumping faster, "Not right now though. Not out here..."

Carol's eyes brightened instantly and her arms were flung around my neck in a moment, her lips brushing firmly yet softly against my cheek.

"Oh Chris - thank you, thank you," she said breathlessly, "No - definitely not out here. Come on then - come indoors, now, please!"

"Yeah but Mum...?" I started, but Carol interrupted quickly, her hand pulling at my arm.

"Mum went shopping a little while ago," she said as she dragged me along with her, "Didn't you see her wave goodbye to you? Then she was going to her lunch club, so she won't be back for hours - and Dad's obviously at work, so it's ok."

"It's not ok," I said as I rather reluctantly followed her indoors, "I'm still not sure this is right."

"Course it is," said Carol brightly, "In my bedroom - come on."

She led the way and slowly I entered her room, taking in the girly wallpaper and tasselled light shade; the floral bedding and the white wood furniture, her pink carpet, even her cuddly toys and dolls and her dressing table covered in assorted perfumes and other cosmetic items. Even the very air smelled clean and fresh and sweet. It wasn't a place that I'd ever frequented or even visited very often and I felt very much out of place. But Carol was right at home; already she'd closed the door and was now stepping out of her shoes and casting off her jumper before sitting on the side of her bed.

"Come on Chris," she said eagerly, "Come on, let me see it."

My hands went to my belt but I was the one who was scared now; not because I was ashamed of what I had but simply because I'd never done this before. Ok - with my girlfriends of course, but not with my sister, that was for sure! I hesitated, uncertain if I really wanted to do this.

"Would you like me to do that?" Carol suddenly asked, jerking me out of my reverie.

"No - no, I'll do it," I replied quickly, my reluctant fingers now at work.

Moments later and my waistband slackened as my belt dropped away and I stopped again.

"You sure?" I asked, searching for a last chance to get out of this, but Carol nodded energetically.

"Yes, please!" she pleaded, "Please don't let me down. Please don't keep me waiting..."

My reluctant fingers fiddled with the top of my jeans as I tried to delay matters as long as possible but Carol couldn't wait.

"Come on, I'll do it - you're too slow," she said as she rose from the bed and advanced towards me.

Quickly I turned away to avoid her, only turning back once she'd sat back on her bed; then I slowly undid my jeans, pulled down my zip and let them drop. I looked down as I did so and was relieved to see that my underpants looked remarkably clean and that they showed only a basic bulge where my cock and balls were.

"That's better! I'm all ready," breathed Carol, her eyes glued to my groin from perhaps five feet away, "Don't stop now, please!"

Wondering all the time if I was doing the right thing, I tucked my thumbs into my waistband and very carefully began to lower my underpants, inch by inch. My trail of pubic hair gradually expanded as I began to expose more and more and then the base of my cock became visible.

I stopped and looked at Carol, finding myself shocked as I did so. She was still glued to my groin but now one hand had rucked up her short skirt and was out of sight!

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my mind in a twirl and Carol's hand jerked quickly back onto her lap.

"Sorry, sorry," she groaned, "Just scratching that itch; I've still got it. I was just a bit uncomfy..."

I pretended to ignore her actions, particularly because I didn't want any erotic messages reaching my cock - a cock that was, at present, being very well behaved.

I took the plunge and in a sudden movement I shoved my underpants down to join my jeans, then stood upright and closed my eyes. There was silence for a short while...

"Ahhhh, he's lovely," I heard Carol say softly; "He looks so sweet!"

"Hmmmm, no way," I exclaimed as I opened my eyes, "He looks more like a worm to me."

"A fat worm then," replied Carol, "And he's longer than any worm I've ever seen."

I looked down at my quiescent penis, seeing only a warped view from above, most of my penis being hidden from my view by my pubes and the way it hung down.

"If you say so," I said, busy now looking at the décor of the room rather than allowing any wicked thoughts to enter my mind, "Anyway, have you had a look now?"

"No, not yet. I really wanted to look more closely," said Carol, her tongue licking her lips, "Like really close."

"Oh, come on then," I said, now having managed to keep everything under control, "Don't take all afternoon."

Carol got up off the bed and came to kneel before me; her eyes wide open as they scanned my equipment - and it was at that moment that things started to go wrong.

Because as Carol leaned forward, so I was granted a bird's eye view down into her cleavage, the luscious swell of her generous and creamy breasts substantially visible to me.

There before my suddenly wide open eyes were her lovely, smooth, well-filled breasts, her cleavage deep and alluring and in seconds I realised that I was not only leering but straining over to see if I could get a glimpse of her nipples.

The next moment however, my mind was brought quickly back to earth.

"Oooh, look at him!" she exclaimed happily, "He's getting bigger!"

"Oh fuck, no!" I almost shouted, desperately taking my mind and my eyes off her breasts, "No - no, for fuck's sake!"

But it was too late; mental activity happens in the blink of an eye - one look and microseconds later the brain's been updated - another microsecond and the brain sends an impulse back - but not back to the eyes! Instead the message goes straight to the sex organs - straight to my cock.

In seconds he was rising uncontrollably and I quickly tried to turn away, immediately finding myself stumbling as my knee-high jeans held me back. Then before I could move again Carol's hands startled me as they clamped onto my thighs. Thank heavens for her help or I might have fallen over - but her touch came as an almightily and even more stimulating shock.

I felt my cock lurch again as I felt her hands - it may not have been an erotic touch, but the sensation of her female fingers reached my brain and almost instantly my cock as well; her touch having been turned into an exciting feeling that spoke to me only of sex.

"Wow - he's fantastic!" I heard Carol say, her words bring me back to reality, "Gosh - hasn't he changed - he was only a few inches long and now he's huge!"

She looked up at me with bright sparkly eyes.

"He's wonderful Chris," she breathed, "I'm so happy!"

It was way too late to do anything now; escape would be a compete waste of time. Carol would only come after me; would only want me to do it again, so I gave in.

I looked down, catching another long glance down her top at her swelling breasts, noticing the freckles that adorned them, before I looked down at my penis.

It stood proudly, well and truly erect now, every inch of firm flesh pointing towards the ceiling and in the general direction of my sister.

"Umm, he's not actually huge," I admitted, "Perhaps he's bigger than average but not huge."

"He is to me," said Carol cheerfully, "And why's he all wet at the end - that's not pee, is it?"

Quickly I checked, just in case I had peed a bit in my panic.

"No, that's just some stuff that a man's cock makes," I replied, "Mind out; don't touch it, it's all slippery."

"Is it?" said Carol - and the next second I felt her fingers touching the end of my cock.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked, "Get your fingers off!"

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong; I was just finding out," she said calmly, her fingers still exploring.

"No, you mustn't; it's wrong," I replied breathlessly, my whole body shuddering.

"No it's not," Carol insisted, "Anyway, what's wrong with me touching you? I'm not doing any harm, am I?"

"No-o-o-o," I dithered, "But you're not supposed to, you're my sister."

"So? So what if I am?"

"It's incest," I hissed.

Carol wasn't to be put off.

"No it's not - not yet - I'm only looking."

"You're touching me."

"Don't you like it then? Wasn't it nice?"

She was all soft and gentle now; so were her fingers.

"Too nice - now stop it."

"Won't!" she said, "I've started and I'll finish when I'm ready."

She may not have been doing any physical harm but her touch was so exciting that my cock had stiffened even more and my foreskin had begun to slide back from my knob as she gazed at me.

I felt shivers running up and down my spine but they weren't from the cold - far from it; instead I felt as if I was burning up.

Her hand moved again, but this time I just couldn't stop her; somehow we'd crossed the line and now I welcomed her touch; I wanted to feel her fingers on me.

"Oooooh fuuuuck!" I groaned as her warm gentle fingers moved over my shaft.

Slowly they curled around my penis until she was clasping me, her thumb below; her fingers and thumb unable to meet around my girth.

She held me and my penis jerked from the warm pleasures she was stirring up - this was getting good and my mind and body wanted more now!

"It's all warm and stiff and yet it's so soft," she said, "I love your smooth skin and those veins - it's making me feel all funny inside."

A second later and her other hand fell to her lap, burrowing down there as I watched and Carol suddenly realised what she was doing and whipped her hand away.

"Sorry, just scratching, still got that itch," she said, pretending to wince but I knew better than that!

Parts of me were cringing and screaming out that this was wrong but other parts of me were really getting into this. My cock was being held by a girl; that was all that mattered now and the fact that she was my sister just didn't come into it any more.

"Move your hand up and down, slide the skin back and forward," I heard myself instructing her, "See, you can pull it right back..."

She followed my instructions and her hand movement had uncovered my knob now, my glossy, slick, shiny knob, all complete with the mandatory blob of precum at the tip.

"Is that more slippery stuff?" asked Carol, her eyes just a foot or so from my cock, "There's only a little drip - that's not enough to lubricate all this thing, is it?"

"Keep your hand there and move up and down and it'll make some more," I tried to explain, "Might take a few minutes..."

She'd got a fantastic touch, especially for a complete novice. Her hand was warm and gentle but her fingers seemed to know exactly where to excite me the most; where to make my cock jump and quiver even if she didn't know what she was doing. But she seemed to be learning fast!

Her hand was now moving steadily up and down and with each stroke I could feel my gonads - my testicles - my balls, responding. Pulses of pleasure were rising from deep inside me and I suddenly heard myself groan, a low growl really, full of lust and need.

Carol looked up at me, her hand still busy, slowly but steadily stropping my penis.

"What do I do next?" she asked, "Anything? And where's that lubricating stuff you said would come? Come on, tell me, please."

I looked down at her, doing my best to see as much of her tits as I could while also noting that the hand that wasn't on my cock was back between her legs. I shook my head before accepting, mentally, that if I was being sexually stimulated, then why not her as well.

"Haven't you done this before?" I asked but Carol shook her head.

"Not really, well only a bit," she said, her eyes avoiding mine, "And it was dark and even though he was all stiff he didn't feel anywhere near as big as you. And I couldn't see properly anyway."

"Well, shouldn't you be learning from him, not me?" I answered.

"I don't go out with him any more," she replied, her hand still squeezing my cock rhythmically, "Anyway, yours feels nicer."

"That's as maybe," I said, "But I'm your brother - we definitely shouldn't be doing this together."

"Yeah, but I love you," said Carol as if that covered every eventuality, "And it feels wonderful to hold your lovely stiff penis."

"I didn't mean to get stiff," I groaned, "You shouldn't have touched me."

"Why not - I wouldn't have seen all this," she said brightly, "Anyway where's all that stuff you promised? Come on, when's it going to come out?"

"Not long now," I managed to say, feeling things beginning to tighten up down there, "Keep doing what you're doing."

A matter of a few moments after I'd spoken and I felt a shudder, a spasm that jerked my cock; a spasm that Carol felt too.

"Oooh, what was that?" she asked, her hand tightening on my shaft.

My cock answered her by oozing a long dribble of clear fluid that slid down my upturned knob until it reached her hand. I saw Carol's eyes open wide as it touched her fingers, then felt them move as she made the wetness spread about.

"Oh gosh, that's so slippery!" she exclaimed - quickly followed by a small cry.

"Ohhhh!" she uttered, her hand still between her legs, "Oh God! Ooooohhh!"

I saw her hips jump and she shuddered all over then looked at me; a flush of colour on her cheeks once more.

"Sorry Chris, that was me; ooooh, that was naughty!" she breathed, "Couldn't help it though."

"Couldn't help what?" I asked.

"I'm all yucky. I'm all wet too; I've just flooded down there," she said, blushing profusely, "And you've made me all sticky!"

"Didn't touch you!" I exclaimed, "Were you playing with yourself then?"

She nodded, her cheeks glowing but her hand remained in place on my cock, my slippery hard cock.

"I just had to," she explained, "This is so exciting; it got me going and now I'm wet as anything!"

I just didn't know what to say now. I could hardly call her out; call her a dirty bitch or something, considering that I was letting her hold and rub my cock, could I?

Instead I let my highly aroused sexual side do the talking.

"Was it good?" I asked and Carol nodded quickly, a big smile now showing on her red face.

"Yeah - fantastic!" she breathed, "Didn't expect it though - I've never done that before, not with a man that is."

Then she scrunched up her face with distaste and I wondered what the trouble was.

"I'm all sticky and horrid now," she said looking down at her lap, "I want to take my knicks off - is that ok?"

"For fuck's sake, you're trying to turn this into a bloody sex show," I said, feeling things getting somewhat out of hand, "Go on, if you must, but keep yourself covered will you."

Inside me I dearly wanted her to let me see and yet should I even think of looking? She was my sister and even though we were close, wanton displays of our sexual parts to each other was wrong, very wrong.

But Carol now seemed to have got past any shyness and her brazen attitude was encouraging me to lose my own inhibitions. I suppose I could have, should have, just put my cock away and left but then there'd be bad vibes between us; then Mum would want to know why and then I'd feel awkward. Anyway, my wicked inner self seemed to be winning as I just stood there, watching Carol.

For her part she didn't stand up; she leaned back from her kneeling position and began wriggling her knickers down with one hand behind her. Then she needed her other hand to support her so she let go of my cock but in the process she raised her skirt, giving me an uninterrupted view of her embroidered white knickers...which were definitely wet and almost see-through in the centre.

My mouth fell open as she worked away - before letting herself collapse back onto the floor; her hips raised awkwardly.

"Damn," she said, "Can't do it this way, they're practically stuck to me."

With that she extended her legs and now lying flat on the floor she was able to dispense with her panties, the scrap of material sliding down one leg and then the other.

My eyes followed the material; then flashed back up her body, just in time to see her hand as it covered then uncovered her pussy - and quickly covered it again!

And in that second I absorbed everything - the extent of her fluffy pubes; the way her lips were swollen; the raised tissue of her clit, even the way everything seemed to have a slick sheen to it.

"Errr!" she said, "I need a tissue or something."

She stood up, smoothing her skirt down before sashaying to the table where there was a box of tissues. Grabbing a small handful she came back to me, her hand once again under her skirt; once again briefly revealing her sweet pussy as she settled back in a kneeling position before me, even before I could move.

And actually I had become frozen; struck rigid as I'd watched her. This was a display like none other I'd ever seen. Somehow all my girlfriends had been more demure and although I'd had many a good look at warm pussies, never before had I witnessed such an erotic scene. I may have been relatively experienced but she was sending thrills to places that no-one had ever reached before; so much so that I lost track of time; lost the will or even the ability to move away.

She'd got to me; to my very core...then left me in limbo; I needed this to be completed; I needed my release too!

And then her hand was back, wrapping around my still hard penis, her strokes quickly easing another small flood of precum from me; soon causing me to groan and to breathe heavily.

"Sorry about that," she said as if it was nothing, "Most uncomfortable that was. There's nothing worse..."

'Yeah, nothing worse indeed - just imagine how yucky it feels to cum in your pants,' I thought, 'Then you'll know what uncomfy feels like!'

"Now, where was I?" she said, obviously aiming to continue, "What do I do now?"

"What'd you mean?" I asked, wondering where and how far this was going to go.

"What I mean is that you blokes make loads of spunk, don't you?" she said, "And I want to see that too, so what do I do to make it come out?"

"What - you don't know?" I asked incredulously, "You've never seen...seen a bloke shoot off?"

Carol shook her head quickly before replying, her hand still moving steadily up and down my shaft.

"I told you, I've only done it in the dark; it was in the cinema actually and I didn't see what happened 'cos he covered everything up," she said, "I know he shot off but he had his hankie over his thingy down there and you might be different!"

I shook my head too; this girl needed some real sex education!

"Not a thingy - I told you it's called a cock or a penis or something proper, not 'thingy'," I said, insisting that she got something right but Carol seemed to be ignoring me and just continued.

"I've seen men on the internet doing their stuff but I don't know what it looks like in real life," she said, "I mean, that stuff might all be fake."

"No, I don't think it's always fake," I replied, my eyes screwing up as her hand worked away, "Those guys probably make more cum than ordinary people do but most of it's real."

"Well that's what I want to see," she said firmly, "And who else can I ask except my brother?"

"Your bloomin' boyfriend," I said equally firmly as I tried, without too much effort, to get away from her grasp but Carol shook her head.

"No way; I told you didn't I - I don't love him that much!" she said, her hand tightening around my penis, "We're just good friends, that's all."

I didn't really have much in the way of an answer to that; all I could do was to let her have her way, if that's what she wanted. I mean, who was I to complain about getting a good free hand-job?

"Go on then, get it over with," I said, attempting to indicate my reluctance and Carol smiled up at me.

"You're a darling Chris," she said cheerfully, "Will you do it properly for me? Will you shoot your stuff so I can see it?"

"If it makes you happy," I said, attempting to convey a lack of concern and interest, "Keep doing that; do it a bit faster if you can - yeah, like that."

For a novice her hand seemed remarkably skilled as she masturbated me. Her fingers seemed to be finding all the nice places, all the exciting places; her thumbs were at work sliding over my slippery glowing knob, her warmth was cosy and comforting and loving somehow, she was even blowing warm air over my cock every so often.

Certainly I'd be 'doing it properly' before very long if she kept this up.

All was relatively quiet for a while, the only sounds being the soft sliding of my foreskin up and down over my knob and the slight sound of the material of her top moving as her arm worked back and forwards. In the silence I could hear our breathing too, mine faster now than hers, hers blowing through tight lips every so often.

"Ahhhh," I suddenly cried as a sharp spasm shook me, "Ooooh fuck, yeahhhh!"

Carol looked up, her eyes all concerned, her hand still moving though.

"What's up?" she asked, "Did something hurt?"

"No - just a sort of spasm - ooooh, there's another one," I hissed as my body shuddered, "I'm getting closer..."

"Are you?" asked Carol, her eye wide open now, her hand still working hard, "Are you going to squirt for me?"

"Soon," I moaned as another more powerful shudder passed through me, "Definitely getting closer."

Carol said nothing more, her mind was now concentrating on her hand and on my cock; her eyes now fixed on her target as she worked away.

My knob suddenly released another oozing of precum that actually splashed around; such was the intensity of her action. I heard Carol suck in her breath sharply.

"Look at that!" she said breathlessly, "Wow - that's super!"

"Be a lot more soon, a whole lot," I said, my hips now beginning to jerk uncontrollably, "Won't be long now!"

"This I've gotta see!" said Carol with intent and as she spoke she shuffled closer to me.

"I'd make room if I were you," I suggested, "Soon - ooooh fuck - soon!"

Things were happening down there; my hips were thrusting now; her hand was working furiously; my cock was swelling and stiffening; my orgasm was almost upon me...

"What for?" asked Carol.

"Get a towel; you'll need it," I said, knowing we now had very little time left.

"Oh errrr - these tissues, they'll be ok," replied Carol as she picked up and unscrunched the few she'd used on herself but I shook my head.

"You're joking!" I said, suddenly grimacing, "Oooh shit - its coming, coming!"

"What is?" asked Carol, "Your cum?"

"Yeah - yeah, I'm gonna cum!" I cried, feeling everything tighten up, "Here it cums!"

Carl had no idea really - she completely missed the first volley of cum which arced from my cock to splatter into her hair and then down across her right shoulder. Presumably shocked she froze - but the action had started and was unstoppable now. The next powerful jet hit her cheek and ran down her neck, quickly disappearing under her top - and it was at this point that she suddenly unfroze and clamped the tissue over my tip.

But such was the power of my eruption that maybe not the next squirt but the one after that simply tore through the tissue and soaked her arm, leaving a long soft spray of cum to slide from her arm and land on her thigh.

What further cum there was simply dribbled over her hand and clung there while Carol let out a long moan.

"Oooh Chris - I never knew!" she said, "I've never seen anything like that - God, there was so much stuff!"

"Yeah, there was," was all I could say at the moment; anyway Carol hadn't finished.

"It's everywhere," she said as she turned her head around, "In my hair and uuuuhhh, it's running down over my tits!"

She released my cock and with her fingertips she pulled her top away from her body and peered down, my eyes following her view over her delectable mounds.

"God, you've got it on my bra!" she moaned and seconds later her hands were round behind her undoing her clasp and with that miracle of female sleight of hand she squirmed and pulled her bra out, a streamer of cum still attached.

She pulled the material away again and my eyes were treated to the sight of her unfettered breasts, right down to her cute little nipples! I swear that my cock, exhausted as he may have been, jerked and stiffened from the sight!

"My tits are all sticky," she said, "Don't look - I want to clean it up."

With one hand she lifted her top, revealing a considerable extent of under-boob while she picked up the tissues and went to apply them to her cum-splashed breast.

"Oh no, that's all sticky too!" she said, quickly dropping the wad, then seemingly absentmindedly she knelt upright and reached over to her chair to get some more tissues.

And as she did so, the material of her top lifted and her left breast just popped out from its hiding place to give me an incredibly clear view of its entirety.

I'm sure that my mouth fell open even as my cock jumped once more, until Carol realised what had happened.

"Oh ooops!" she said, her mouth smiling cheekily, "Gave you a bit of a show, didn't I?"

She must have seen my reaction - and perhaps my crestfallen look as she hid it away again and her face brightened.

"Did you like that?" she said, "Didn't mean to, I don't flash my boobs at everyone!"

I nodded quickly.

"Lovely, looked lovely," I croaked, "Do it again!"

"Cheeky!" she said - and a moment later and she did - lifting her top up to expose not one but both her swollen breasts to me.

Her nipples were little hard lumps on each breast, the skin visibly puckered around each of them - they looked completely suckable and utterly lovely.

"Wowwww!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my delight, "Super - aren't they gorgeous!"

For a second Carol looked unhappy, then she smiled again.

"I'm still all sticky down my side; I think it's on my top as well," she said coquettishly, "Would it be ok if I took my top off so I can clean up?"

"Yeahhhh!" I replied, breathing hard, "Course you can; do you want me to help?"

"Nah, I'll be alright," said Carol and a little while later she was kneeling there before me, now topless and breathing fast.

"Done it!" she exclaimed excitedly.

She shook her breasts at me, the pair wobbling deliciously in unison.

"What'd you think?" she said.

"I think I'd love to hold them!" I said, "They look so good; fucking gorgeous! You're wonderful Carol."

But she ignored my words as she turned her attention back to herself and with fresh tissues she mopped her side and cleaned up her cheek, arm and hand before turning back to me.

"Ummm, there's a blob in your hair," I said, causing Carol to wrinkle her nose.

"Yuk, is there?" she asked, her nose wrinkling, "Can you get it for me."

She held up a slightly damp tissue and I bent down and gathered the small white streak of cum before handing the tissue back to her.

I noticed however that rather than chuck the tissues in the bin by the bed, she'd folded them now and put them on the chair instead.

"That's better," she said, "Thanks Chris - now, what do we do next?"

I could tell her what I wanted to do next!

Her topless display of her oh-so-desirable tits had woken my system up again and I felt my penis filling with blood once more, but this time he wanted more than a hand job. But it wouldn't be right to tell her that; I'd have to find a way to work round to it although I intended to go straight to the action if I could! Any inhibitions about incest had long since been blown away.

"If I take my t-shirt off will you take your skirt off?" I began, "Then we can both be naked together."

"What on earth for?" she replied, but I noticed that her hands moved towards her waist.

Perhaps my direct line of thinking would work...

"You can see all of me if I do; don't suppose you've ever seen a man in the nude, not close up, that is," I said, "Anyway, it'll be fair then."

"Not sure I want to see a man nude," she said, her hands still at her waist, "What's in it for me?"

"Just that you'll get to understand how we're built - wouldn't you like to see my muscles?" I retorted, "I've been working out..."

"Didn't know that," she said, her fingers twiddling with her clasp, "Go on then, let's see you."

"Together," I said, "Only fair."

"Ok Chris, I'll go for it, "she said, "Together then."

Her fingers began to work at her clasp just as I lost my vision as I lifted my shirt over my head - and when I threw my t-shirt on the chair, there she was, as naked as the proverbial jay-bird!

"Oooohhh wow!" I exclaimed, feeling my penis jerk excitedly, "You look super!"

And she did look incredible; a fantastic sight; her substantial breasts casting shadows over her toned and slim midriff before her broader hips flared below, framing her small tuft of pubes and her smooth thighs.

"Am I ok?" she asked as her eyes roamed up and down my body, "You look pretty good - how about me?"

"You're a lot better looking than me, that's for sure," I began, "You look fitter than me too, to be honest."

"I'm just careful what I eat," she said - and my mind rapidly began to think what I could add to her diet!

"Stand up," I asked and Carol did so in a moment, standing before me with her legs slightly apart.

"Gosh, aren't you tiny!" I exclaimed, "You seem even smaller than when you're dressed."

The mere fact that I was only some four inches taller than her didn't come into my reckoning...

I reached out my hands and Carol stepped forward until I could place my hands on the top of her arms and in doing so the gap between us closed considerably.

I looked down between us and realised that there was now less than a foot between her body and the tip of my jutting cock - just a foot between my cock and her pussy. I wondered how long it would take for me to close that gap...

"Actually its nice when you're so much smaller," I said, "Feels as if I'm here to look after you."

"Oh, that's sweet of you," she said and as she spoke her arms came up and reached for my waist and as they did so we moved closer together...and I felt my cock nudge against her body just as her breasts bumped against my chest.

We stood still for a few delicious moments and then she looked up at me.

"Our bodies are touching, did you know?" she said, a mischievous look in her eyes, "I can feel your thingy up against me."

"It's my cock," I corrected her, "And it's rubbing against your belly, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmm, it is and it feels so strange and yet so exciting," she said, "No-one's ever done that before..."

"Let me get a bit closer," I said as I shuffled forward and now my penis stretched upright against her, squashed between us.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "I like that, it's so warm, so stiff - and it's you."

"Definitely all me," I admitted breathlessly, "And your tits feel so cool against me and I can feel your little nipples too."

She wriggled her chest against me, causing her breasts to slide over my skin deliciously. My cock throbbed with desire and pleasure and illicit excitement and perhaps anticipation. For a while we just stood there both enjoying the closeness before I moved away a little to make a small adjustment.

"Let me push my cock down," I said, "He's a bit uncomfy up there!"

It was a total lie but unless I fucked her navel there was no way my cock was ever going to penetrate her from there.

Carol had her eyes closed as I put my hand down and pushed my cock downwards - although she suddenly opened them as my penis slotted nicely into the cleft between her legs.

"Chrissssss, that feels so naughty," she moaned, "Ooooh Chris, I like that!"

"Mmmmmm, so do I," I agreed; the feeling of my penis being trapped between her legs was ecstatic.

I made my cock jerk a couple of times, applying pressure right beneath her pussy and Carol's eyes softened as my cock hardened. I could swear that I could feel the dampness that her earlier excitement had caused...

Soon there'd be a lot more, I hoped!

I tilted my hips back and forward slowly and gently, making my cock slide a few inches each way against her flesh and all Carol did was to hold me tighter with her arms. Her generous breasts squashed delightfully and firmly against my chest and her breath was warm against my cheek.

Silently I worked my cock back and forwards, doing my best to push him upwards at the same time, seemingly aided now by Carol who was now also moving her hips. Quietly we dry humped for some minutes until Carol shuddered all over.

"Oooh Chris, no, that's naughty," she said, her voice all quivering, "We shouldn't do that!"

"Why, what's the matter?" I asked, feigning concern, but Carol was back in her dream world immediately.

"Nothing Chris, just got some really naughty feelings," she said softly, "I felt as if I was getting all wet again and then I just imagined what it would be like if that thing of yours got inside me!"

I said nothing but I pulled my penis slowly out from between her legs and allowed the tip to work it's way upwards slightly, immediately feeling the roughness of her pubic hair against my knob.

"Ooooooh," moaned Carol, her own hips now moving her pussy against my cock, "Stop it Chris - you mustn't..."

What she really and obviously meant was that it was getting to be too nice; that she was getting all excited and that she wanted more. I knew enough of the female psyche to understand what my actions were doing to her, which is why I continued.

Applying a little more pressure I soon felt her lips giving way; not exactly parting, but that would come soon enough. But for now, the fact that my penis was pushing at her cleft was enough; soon the matter would be taken out of her hands.

Very gently I worked at her, using my hips to adjust the tip of my cock against her flesh; then suddenly he was sliding much more freely and equally suddenly I felt my penis enveloped in a warmth that hadn't been there before.

Just as suddenly Carol's eyes shot open and she looked right into mine, my eyes that were filled with lust for my younger sister's body.

"Oooooh Chris, I like that," she moaned, her hips now jerking and pushing harder against my cock, "I think I've gone really wet down there!"

She relinquished her hold on my back and slid one hand down between us and moments later I felt her fingers probing and sliding around my penis and into her slit before being removed and raised to her face level. I could see that they were all shiny and wetted and as I watched, Carol moved her fingers right under her nose.

"God - I smell so horny!" she said before she looked up at me.

"You've got me all worked up, haven't you?" she said, her voice all quivery, "I feel all itchy and funny inside!"

"Do you want to lie down?" I asked as I shuffled and pulled us towards the side of the bed, "It'll be better there."

"Mmmmm," hummed Carol contentedly, "Especially if you can sort out my itch."

Somehow I managed to lower us both to the bed without landing heavily or squashing all the air out of her lungs and with some adjustments we were soon lying side by side on her bed, my penis now freed from his temporary abode.

Briefly I wondered if I should ask Carol permission to touch her again but then I considered that if she was willing to get on the bed with me then she was bound to be quite happy to continue with our 'fun', so I reached down and made a slight adjustment to my angle of approach.

She was even more open now; her slippery moisture has now lubricated her lips sufficiently for my cock to slip easily between them, sliding smoothly into the warmth and wetness and comfort of her pussy.

My cock jumped and twitched hard as it seemed to realise that even more pleasure wasn't now far away...and it was all I could do not to push hard against her flesh...but I needed to take my time.

Saying nothing I just let my penis bathe in her liquid pleasures while Carol positively purred beside me. She certainly seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was!

I brought my head closer to hers and kissed the tip of her nose; an action that caused her to open her eyes for the first time for a while. Moments later and her hips moved her pussy against my hard cock, sliding and wriggling around deliciously and delectably.

"Oh Chris, you're wonderful," she sighed, "I've always been so scared of being with a man but now we're lying here together it feels so natural."

And with that she leaned towards me and her mouth opened and she kissed me - full on the lips and with a warm, wet and delicious kiss. Almost instantly her tongue slid into my mouth, searching for and quickly finding my own tongue and seconds later we were locked together, our mouths searching, reaching, smoothing, loving each other - while unconsciously, down below, our parts seemed to be coming even closer.

It was only when our lips parted after some fair few minutes that I realised that my knob was seated into a depression in her body; a depression that could only be her vagina! For a brief moment I wanted to just simply thrust hard into her; to drive my rampant cock deeply into her warm wet welcoming hole - but that wasn't my style; whatever happened would be done gently and with love.

"Carol," I began, eagerly desiring to push my cock into her hole yet knowing full well that I wanted us both to participate willingly, "Do you realise what's happening?"

"Yeahhhhh," she sighed, "I think you're going to make love to me!"

I was shocked by her admission; I'd expected her, at the very least, to jerk away once she discovered what was nearly happening. Instead she seemed to be more ready for it than I was!

"Can I?" I asked, my mind whirling, "Really?"

"Please will you?" she said, her eyes all misty, "I need you to - I want you to do it...not someone else. I love you and you love me and that's how I want it, so will you take me, please Chris."

Carol had turned into the eager one, it seemed. My approach may well have set her up but now she was primed and ready it was she who seemed to be taking over.

"Aren't you a..." I started but Carol finished for me.

"A virgin - well, yeah, in a way," she said, "You're going to be the first man inside me so yes, I'm a virgin but I'm not going to bleed. But you're bigger than my vibrator so do take it easy please."

"Course I will," I answered, almost shocked by her admission and eagerness, "I'll make sure I'm really gentle."

I felt wicked and perhaps a bit unsure of myself now; sure I'd had sex with a number of girls but generally it had been sex because we both needed release; just a fuck, to be honest. But now, this was my sister and we were going to have sex because we loved each other. Fair enough, I was going to satisfy her itch as requested but I was also having sex with her because I really wanted to - because we both really wanted it. Somehow things were different, very different this time...

"Shall I push a bit?" I asked, feeling her warmth all around my knob and Carol nodded and smiled.

I slid up a bit on the bed, my action causing my cock to jump and to slide perhaps an inch or so inside her. I looked down and couldn't see the end of my cock; everything was right.

There were no undue moans or groans from Carol so I pushed a little more, feeling things sliding comfortably down there.

"Yeahhhhh," breathed Carol quietly, "Ooooh Chris - it's lovely!"

I slid my cock out a bit to gather some more lubricant before I pushed a little harder and longer and now I just simply slid inside until I could go no further. We were meshed together; our pubes intertwined; our arms around each other; even our legs were twisted together now.

Her warm sleeve was comforting and cosy around my rigid penis.

"Oooooohh", I heard myself saying, "Ooooh Carol - you're so good. So tight and slippery and warm."

"And you're so long and deep," Carol replied, "I'm so full. Stay there for a while."

I felt her pussy working now, squeezing my cock, caressing my penis, stimulating my senses, stirring things up generally.

I responded unintentionally by jerking inside her, my penis as hard and hot as he'd ever been. Together we bathed in the glorious feeling of being united; our bodies as one; perhaps even our minds fused. Certainly our eyes were locked together, our gaze into each other's eyes as loving as two people could become.

Slowly and gently we both began to move, to make love. I didn't know what Carol knew about love-making, but her body was doing all the right things anyway, so I started to work my cock inside her.

I began with long strokes, moving from deeply inside her until only my knob was still encased in her hot flesh; then back in again - each stroke measured and slow until Carol shuddered and breathed heavily in and out again.

"Oh God - this is heaven!" she exclaimed dreamily, "If this is making love then we should have done it ages ago!"

I chuckled happily - I too had sorely wanted to jump her years ago but perhaps it was just as well we'd waited for so long. Now we were adults, at least we could understand and appreciate the finer points of sex.

Without being asked, I began to turn us over until I was lying above my sister, her lovely legs now able to lock around the back of my thighs, my penis now sliding in and out of her vagina smoothly and comfortably. Carol's eyes closed again; she looked so happy now; she looked so beautiful too. I looked down at her pretty face and kissed her lips again, an action that caused her eyes to open suddenly and moments later she was kissing me back, her lips grasping and eager; needy and wild, clamping onto my lips firmly, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth. She was running hot now, powering up for the big finale...

"Ooooooohhhh Chrissss," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me; do it harder; I want you; I want all of you."

"Yeahhhhh," I grunted back, "I want you too."

Suddenly the eagerness of her lips seemed t transfer to her hips; to her pussy. Suddenly her actions increased; suddenly she became alive and almost frantic.

"Do it!" she moaned, her breathing shallow and fast, "Fill me up - push it in - deep - hard!"

Suddenly down there her pussy was alive, clutching and sucking at me, squeezing and pulling at me; caressing and massaging my cock as if desperate for me to screw her to the mattress.

My hips responded to her, driving my lance ever more firmly into her body, feeling the effects of her vaginal responses as exciting pulsations that flowed back into me.

Together as one now we fucked, both of us now panting heavily, both of us now bathed in sweat, both eager to bring to a completion this act of love.

Long minutes passed, or were they hours or just seconds, as we coupled lovingly, eagerly, almost desperately. Small cries of delight were now coming from Carol from time to time while louder cries of encouragement and effort left my lips. We were pounding at each other; our hips almost slamming together; Carol's eager pussy rising up to meet my thrusts as her gripping thighs pulled me into her.

"Oooooo Chris, its happening!" she suddenly said, her eyes now wide open, "I'm going to cum, I'm sure of it, I'm gonna cum!"

Her movements were ever more frantic and somewhat spasmodic now although still energetic.

"Oooooohh yessss, it's coming, I can feel it!" she hissed, "What about you?"

Yeah - what about me?

Part of why I was fucking her was to pump my seed into her; that was the whole idea of a good fuck; to bring about release and as Carol's movements increased and her orgasm approached, so she was driving me to mine.

"I'll be with you," I replied, "I'm nearly there too - but, but...?"

"What Chris, what's the matter?" asked Carol, "You can cum with me can't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, in time with my thrusts, "Is it alright though, cum inside you?"

"Oh God yes, yesssss," she cried, "I'm ok, I'm on the pill - do it, fill me - cum in me!"

"Yeahhhhh!" I exclaimed happily, "I'll fill you - I'll cum in you!"

"Soon, soon," moaned Carol, her hips moving rapidly now, "I'm nearly there, I know it!"

I concentrated on my cock, on deriving all the sensations I could from my bulging knob, from my rigid shaft that was being caressed so erotically by my sister's pussy. I drove on, faster and harder, panting wildly...until I knew that I'd reached that unstoppable moment. That moment that tells you that whatever happens, you're now guaranteed to cum.

"Come on Carol - I'm cumming...any moment!" I moaned and as I spoke I felt Carol's vaginal muscles lock tight around my cock.

"And me! And me!" she cried - almost screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!!"

I held my breath as I felt the first powerful spasm, then grunted loudly as my hips drove my cock as deeply as they could into her body. And at that moment I felt my first release; the first volley of hot cum emptying from my cock.

"Oooohhhh yeahhhh, ooooh yeahhhh!" I moaned as release followed release, "Uuuughhh, uuuughhh!"

"Oooooooo Chrissssss!" cried Carol, "Lovely, wonderful, super - oh God, yesssss!"

Together we squirmed and thrust and clung together, our bodies twisting and turning as one; our mouths glued together; her breasts hot against my chest; her heels pounding on my calves as we both climaxed together.

My cock was inside the warmest cave in the world; the most natural place for it to be and now all I could feel was Carol's muscles like fingertips on my shaft and the warmth of my liquid offering as it bathed my penis.

Slowly and gently I rolled us over until we lay side by side again, Carol's eyes boring into mine.

"God Chris, that was fantastic," she said softly, "Thank you lover."

"No, thank you my sweet sister," I replied, "You were wonderful."

"Mmmmmmm," she replied as she kissed me softly, "So were you."

Gently we prised our bodies apart, our skin lightly glued by our sweat until only my cock remained to unite up.

"I'm going to need some tissues, aren't I?" said Carol, smiling sweetly, "Can you reach them?"

"Yeah, here you are," I said and as I handed her the box Carol extracted a small handful which she conveyed to her groin.

Soon we were pulling apart and very reluctantly I let my penis slide from its comfy cave until it hung there, slippery and reddened, a small smear of white cum still clinging to the knob. Carol wiped it for me then concentrated on herself while I rolled over onto my back and soon she too lay back, replete and contented.

"How's the time?" I asked and Carol pointed to her alarm clock.

"It's about one," she said, "I know what you're thinking - when's Mum due back."

I nodded but Carol put a hand on my chest as if to calm me.

"She won't be back until three at the earliest," Carol said, "Just relax."

It wasn't hard to relax after our exertions but I wanted to lie there and look at Carol; at the woman who'd been so wonderful and whose charms I had just begun to discover in detail.

I scanned her as she lay there, taking in her hair spread over the pillow, her face smiling and unworried, her cheeks still glowing, her firm breasts comfy mounds above her, her flat tummy, her glistening pubes and her long sleek legs. My mind absorbed the wonderful sight and locked the memory away for other days and I smiled contentedly inside.

I felt my body begin to respond to the lovely sight but then something came back to my mind.

"So what was your itch - that one that made you jump up so suddenly?" I asked, "Was it anything to do with what we've just done?"

"Everything," she exclaimed happily, her eyes closed, her face serene, "I so needed that and I think you've cured it."

"Any chance of it coming back?" I asked, rather hoping that she'd say yes!

"Mmmmm, every chance!" she replied, "I'm sure it'll come back. At least once a day...and actually I think I can feel it coming back right now!"

As she spoke, Carol rolled over until she was on top of me while between us my eager penis began to rise and harden once more.

"Yes Chris, it's coming back alright!" said Carol, "See if you can make it better, please."

"Love to," I said into her open mouth as her pussy began to search for my cock, "Right now!"

We'd got a couple of hours before Mum returned, certainly enough time for another itch-soothing session!