Dorsai: Eight is enough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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