M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 2

I was getting all hot and randy for her and I was dying to take her in my arms, but knowing my parents were still awake in the adjoining room I held myself back till they were asleep. If I wanted to start anything I had to wait till at least my father was fast asleep, because I already more or less sensed my mother was wise to me and would have loved to join us here and let herself be made love to. I don't know whether she would have done it in the presence of Jean, but if I would have had my old room I'm certain she would have joined me in no time, knowing I would be waiting for her.

During the time Jean had been undressing herself I had been too fascinated with her loveliness, so I was still sitting completely dressed when she turned around and found me completely dressed and staring at her…

“Are you not going to undress, Mitzy?” she asked, blushing delightfully. “I'm feeling a bit embarrassed, when you are still sitting there, all dressed up, and you are looking so strangely at me. Is there anything wrong?”

Without showing my own sudden embarrassment I raised myself and saying nothing I began to undress. This time it was Jean's turn to stare at me. I didn't want her to feel guilty of looking at me so I took a position where she might have had the idea I could not see her watching me, almost with hunger in her eyes.

She must have been so entranced with the sight I offered her that she had forgotten all about the full-length mirror hanging in the corner of the room. In it I could secretly watch her admiring looks while I undressed myself. I took my time undressing, giving her lots of time to get used to my presence in the room to look at me at her leisure.

She had already slipped between the sheets and I could just see her flushed face with her eyes all shining and eager over the top of the bed coverings. All of a sudden I noticed something else as well… her hands were under the covers, and she must have thought I could not see her at all. But very distinctly I could see the covers moving slightly up and down on the spot where her crotch was. She must have thought me to be a nut, but I wasn't such a nut not to notice her rubbing herself, and in fact I don't think I was very wrong if I thought her tossing herself off under the blankets.

I had been right when I assumed Jean had the same red-blooded sensuality my mother and I possessed, and a wave of expecting pleasure went through my body.

Languorously I stretched myself, making my breasts lift, and my nipples hardened and stood out lustfully, crowning my tits with their arrogant hardness. From the bed I could hear Jean sigh audibly and I decided to give the hot little bitch some more of this treatment. Spreading my legs a little I let my hands rove over my body with slow caressing motions, wriggling my buttocks to some unheard music. Moving the muscles of my belly I made it roll and heave like a turkish dancing girl would have done to attract the attention of her lover. Playing with my nipples brought the hardness of them out even more and now I went in for the shock treatment. In the mirror she must have seen I opened the lips of my cunt and slowly pushed one finger inside. I immediately removed it-it was only a short and swift penetration, but she must have had a good impression of what I was doing to myself because I once more heard her sigh deeply and the blankets were now moving rather wildly, as I could see in the mirror.

She must be frigging herself like mad and very near to coming, which I didn't mind but actually wanted to take part in myself. I was very much ready to come myself and since we were two of the same kind we might as well enjoy this together, instead of making it a solo tour. But she might not be completely ready for doing it together, the more so since I was her sister, so turning slowly to give her time to compose herself, I faced her with an innocent smile on my face.

“Why, Jean, you have forgotten to put on your nightgown, or do you always sleep in the nude these days? A lot must have changed since I left home, because father would never have permitted it for me.”

“I don't think he would approve of it now, were he to know it,” she answered, with a sensuous smile on her lovely face, “but he doesn't come into my bedroom any longer. He thinks I'm too old for that, so I do as I please in here. I love to sleep in the nude, so I never wear anything. Sometimes I even spend the afternoon here in the nude. I like being naked. I like to feel my own body without clothing!”

The last she said with something of vehemence, like she wanted me to dare disapprove of it, but I couldn't do anything except smile at her.

“You are getting quite frank and naughty are you not? But don't worry, I won't tell. Besides, I prefer to sleep in the nude myself so I think I'm going to forget about the nightdress I brought and slip in with you in the nude.”

Coming closer to the bed, she wanted to move over and make room for me, but I had other things in mind.

“No, stay where you are,” I told her. “I want to sleep on the wall side, if you don't mind.”

Stepping over her I felt her eyes resting on my pussy and I paused just for a short time to give her a better view. My cunt lips must have parted a little, so my sister had a clear view of my charms. She must have noticed the slight dampness of my slit as well, because in anticipation of what was going to come and with an inevitable certainty, I had started to get wet!

With not too much of a hurry I slipped under the covers, and much to my surprise Jean immediately switched off the lights. The little monster must already have come and now feeling too shy to go into my little seducing game…

I felt rather annoyed with her and the way things developed but I still didn't want to rush things and scare her off completely. And I still might be wrong about her and she may not be as hot-blooded as I thought her to be. I was nearly dying for an orgasm, but I didn't dare to toss myself off under these circumstances, and with a heavy heart I tried to get to sleep.

I was just about to doze off when I clearly felt the blankets move in a most familiar way. Jean must have thought me asleep, but her need to frig herself must have been too urgent, so she obviously had not checked carefully. And now, here in the dark, lying beside me, she was once more tossing herself off, masturbating herself just like I used to do and still do, but with one exception-I want to have the lights on when I go at myself; I want to see my fingers reaming my slit, and sometimes I make use of a mirror to help me see it.

I let her go on for some time, although I found it very hard not to take over the task of her agile fingers. But I wanted her to be well on her way to coming before I interrupted her, so she couldn't very well back out on me again. Let the little bitch enjoy herself for some time and then she will be ready for me to take over and masturbate her. Let her frig me to the orgasm I needed so badly.

Soon she was softly moaning beside me and her young delightful body was bucking up and down the bed. I knew she wasn't very far from coming now and this was the moment I had chosen to enter the action.

In one swift motion I turned on the lights with one hand, using the other to draw back the blankets, uncovering her while she still had her hand between her legs. Her startled little cry made me laugh, but I had my way. She didn't have the time to take her finger out of her slit. In the rather harsh light of the room she looked rather silly, with one hand covering her quim while the other was closed over her mouth. Tears of surprise came to her eyes. I seated myself beside her and taking her in my arms I hugged her in a comforting and more than sisterly way.

“Don't cry, little Jean, I won't tell anybody what you have been doing.”