Dorsai: Eight is enough

Dawn was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't hear when Jeremy left the bathroom; the next thing she knew, Joana was knocking on her door to tell her that supper was ready…

When she got downstairs, Dawn saw that Jeremy had taken the easy way on getting supper ready: frozen pot pies for everyone, with some heat-and-serve dinner rolls, and cottage cheese instead of salads. She supposed she could have been upset with him about being so lazy, but by doing things his way, he hadn't had to come up and get her. Feeling a little embarrassed again, she watched him for a bit, but he didn't seem to be paying her any more or less attention than usual. Relieved, she didn't hesitate to join in the conversation and activity around the table.

The time it took for Dawn and Jeremy to 'recover' from the lesser effects of the experience was significantly shorter that before. It wasn't but a couple of days before they were back to their usual routine and relationship – though neither one of them had any trouble remembering what had happened.

It didn't take nearly as long before Dawn was ready to pleasure herself again; and once she and Jeremy were in her room again, she was nowhere near as nervous. The 'show' she gave him beforehand was a bit longer and even a trifle more explicit. She was also able to get (and keep) her mind on her fantasy about the guy in her Civics class more easily, too. Afterwards, she was a bit surprised that Jeremy didn't leave as soon as he had the first time; but he didn't stay all that much longer, either. After she'd wiped herself off in the bathroom, she sat at her desk and wasn't surprised to hear Jeremy go in shortly after she was done.

The next time happened little more than a week later. She was actually almost relaxed about the whole thing, gave her brother an even better 'show', and even managed to draw her pleasure out a little bit. When she was done, she deliberately didn't close her legs quite as much, and was quietly amused that Jeremy kept looking at her while delaying his exit. He also spent time in the bathroom when she was done with it.

It was just five days until their fifth 'meeting' (for that was how she was starting to think of them). She found that she enjoyed being able to tease him while she got undressed, and get aroused by exposing herself to him the way she did during her 'show'. She also deliberately teased both of them by letting herself slip back from one orgasm before giving herself an even stronger one. After she sat up again, she was surprised when Jeremy again wanted to make a hurried exit – until she realized that she'd seen a wet spot on the front of his jeans, and understood that he'd climaxed in his pants. After she'd gotten herself seated at her desk, she couldn't help wondering what Jeremy would do; she got her answer when she heard him go into the bathroom. Knowing that she'd gotten him that excited aroused her, but when she realized that she was getting even more excited by the thought of what he was doing (and more to the point, the mental images she had), she felt more than a little troubled by it. While she waited for it to be time to start supper, she tried to fight the thoughts and feelings she'd had. When she finally got up to go help Jeremy, she'd talked herself into believing that the thoughts and desires she was having were okay – that she was thinking about her brother only because he was someone she was familiar with. Without realizing it, she'd completely forgotten any ideas about trying to turn the tables on him – or even stopping what they were doing, for that matter.

It wasn't but three days before Dawn was ready to have another meeting; starting from the time she told Jeremy, she found herself thinking more and more about what they were doing, and getting more and more excited by it. Somewhere along the way, she gave up thinking about the guy at school in favor of imagining her brother: getting him aroused, how his penis would get erect, and visualizing him stroking himself. By the time Jeremy got home from school and came up to her room, she was as horny as she'd ever felt, and all but dripping. As she got undressed, she could tell that Jeremy was somehow aware of a difference in her and was watching her closely. Then when she gave him what she was sure was the most daring and explicit show any girl had ever given a guy, it was easy to see that HE might even be as worked up as she was. When she lay back on the bed, it was all she could do not to immediately start playing with her clit and get off as soon as possible. Instead, she forced herself to play with her oh-so-tight breasts and achingly hard nipples for a little while (imagining that it was Jeremy doing it, without realizing it) before finally letting her hand wander down between her legs. Once it was there, though, she discovered that she practically was dripping. As good as it had felt when she'd 'backed off' from an orgasm last time, she figured that it might be even better if she did it again. It was only by going as slowly as she could stand, and imagining in great detail what Jeremy would do, that she was able to draw things out: she had to put images of her brothers cock growing out of her mind to avoid having the first orgasm. But when she'd gotten herself going again, and was dreaming about how he would look as he stroked himself that she really got herself worked up; she heard her chair creak, and the idea that he'd just climaxed in his pants again was all it took to push her into an orgasm that left every muscle feeling like cooked spaghetti as she gasped for breath for longer than she could remember ever doing before.

After she finally managed to sit up, she realized there was a wet spot on her bed that had to be the size of a small saucer. It took several seconds before she fully realized that it was there because of how wet she'd gotten – something that both amazed and embarrassed her. When she finally lifted her head to look at Jeremy, she could see that he was as stunned by what had just happened as she was. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when he again hurried out of her room: before he'd even stood up, she'd been able to see a dark spot on his jeans that testified as to just what effect she'd had on him.

Though she felt weak as a kitten, Dawn knew that she still had to clean up – not just herself, but changing the bedding, as well. With no small effort, she got herself standing and started on what was rapidly becoming a familiar routine of opening her windows to air out her room and then getting herself wiped off. The only change she made was to light two scented candles before heading for the bathroom.

Once back in her room, Dawn didn't have the time or opportunity to see if Jeremy went into the bathroom, too, between having to change her bedding, and needing to rest from what she'd been through. Though better, she was still feeling some of the effects of what she'd done when she went down to get supper ready.

After the last experience she had with Jeremy, Dawn didn't feel the need (or ability, truth be told) for another meeting for nearly a week.

When she did start to feel the desire, though, she couldn't help starting to think about what she and her brother were doing. Sure, she was making herself feel pretty darn good – even more when she imagined what Jeremy might or would do. But those imaginings were just that: her imagination. Jeremy was sure as hell getting to see the real thing when he looked at her! Why should he be the only one to see what the other person looked like, and what they did, and what happened? Why should he have all the fun? Was it really fair that she had to do stuff that could make him have a climax without touching himself, and didn't have to do anything for her? He was learning about girl 'stuff' (well, hers, anyway) – shouldn't she get to learn about guys?

Dawn spent a couple of days arguing the matter with herself, and getting more and more indignant at how unfair it was that Jeremy was getting to watch her, but she wasn't getting to watch him. It completely escaped her that she'd gone from being horrified at the idea that he'd seen her masturbating, to not only enjoying what she'd done in front of him, but consciously wanting to be able to watch as Jeremy did the same thing.