Dorsai: Eight is enough

She finally decided that if she was going to get herself off in front of Jeremy again, she was going to insist that he do the same for her. With that settled in her mind, she went on to figure out how to make it happen; it didn't take her long to realize that her best bet was to wait until she was naked and had his full attention – and he was worked up, too. Only then did she finally let him know to get home the next day.

Jeremy had noticed that Dawn had been more flagrant when she'd gotten undressed, but didn't think anything of it – after all, each time he got to watch her, it seemed like she was even more wild than the time before; and he sure wasn't going to complain about it, that's for sure!

When she came over to stand in front of him, he could smell that she was already pretty darn excited; and when she stood a little closer to him than she usually did, his only thought was that he was going to get to see her even better. By the time she lay down on the bed, he was more than ready to watch what he was SURE was going to be one hell of a show. So when she didn't immediately lay back, it kind of threw him a bit – but nowhere near as much as when she quietly told him "Jeremy, if you get to look at me naked, and watch while I get myself off, then I think it's only fair that I get to look at you, too."

To say that he was stunned would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

"That wasn't part of the deal, Dawn!" he finally managed to tell her. What he didn't say was that the idea of her looking at his dick was more than a little embarrassing and intimidating.

"I don't care. Every time I want to make myself feel good, I have to tell you, and then I have an audience. I just think that if I have to do it while you're here, then you should be doing it, too."

"And what if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll tell Mom and Dad that you were looking at me while I was naked."

The thought of what his parents would do if they heard that froze Jeremy's blood. The only response he could think of was to say "I'll just tell them that I heard you making noises and looked in to see that you were touching yourself. They wouldn't think that I'd spy on you or anything."

"Maybe not – but do you really think they'd believe that you looked in here 'just' to see if I was okay? Or would they think you were just using at as an excuse? And what if I tell them I think it was more than just once? I wouldn't have to prove it, or even say how many times; just saying that it was maybe more than just ONCE would have you in so much trouble!"

Jeremy didn't doubt that last part in the slightest. If his folks though he was looking at his sister while she was naked, it would be bad enough. If they though he'd done it more than once… well, things would be a whole lot worse. He wasn't sure how, but didn't doubt that they would be. Unable to stop looking at Dawns naked body, his mind couldn't seem to think of anything that would get him out of the spot he was in. To try and give himself some time to think, he asked her "Wh… what would you want me to, uh, do?"

Realizing that she almost had him, Dawn calmly answered "Just what I do. We'd get naked together, get to look at each other, and then watch each other as we… you know…"

Stalling for more time, Jeremy asked "Would there be any talking, or uh, touching?"

That they might talk to each other while masturbating was something that simply hadn't occurred to Dawn – but the idea had a certain amount of appeal to her once he'd brought it up. As for touching… she had most definitely not wanted Jeremy touching her, at first. But if they were going to be doing it together, she recognized that anything else that happened between them was going to have to be 'fair'; after all, that was what this whole conversation was about!

Jeremy was all but sweating bullets when Dawn finally answered "If there's any talking, it should be nice. I don't think either one of us wants any touching yet."

Jeremy was considerably relieved to hear about the 'polite talking' rule (he was terrified that his sister would laugh at his dick, or say it was small), and was so thankful about the second sentence that he completely missed that tricky little 'yet' part at the end. Now that he'd had several opportunities to check out Dawns body (she wasn't a babe like some girls, but still pretty darn nice to look at) and watch as she got herself off, Jeremy knew that he wouldn't be happy about losing the best source of masturbation fodder he figured he could get. That meant that he'd have to give in to Dawns demand that she get to watch HIM. But that really wasn't all that bad, was it? As he thought about it, he realized that instead of cumming without even touching himself, or jerking off while remembering what she'd looked like, he could do while she was right there in front of him – and it was that thought that finally settled the matter for him.

"Okay, Sis, I guess I can do… that. But if anyone says anything that makes the other one feel bad, the whole deal is off!"

Hearing that last part, it took Dawn a moment to figure out what he was saying; he'd already seen her and not said anything, so what was he talking about? Then she understood: he was worried that she'd make fun of his penis – as if she'd do or say anything that would keep her from getting to watch him! After quietly resolving to do what she could to calm his fears, she answered "That's right, Jeremy. Anybody's feelings get hurt, and we stop."

With the two of them having reached an agreement, Jeremy didn't know what else to say – or do, for that matter. The two of them sat there looking at each other for several seconds before Dawn said "So we don't make any kind of mess on my bed, I'll put my beach towel on top, and then lie on that. Why don't you take your clothes off while I'm getting things ready?"

Jeremy stood up just a moment after his sister did, and began by taking his shoes and socks off. While he was busy with them, Dawn went over to her closet, opened the door, and began rummaging around on the shelf. That simple action stretched her body out in a way that Jeremy found entirely too appealing: even as he was pulling his shirt off, he could feel his cock starting to push out the front of his jeans. He'd completely lost his erection when she'd said she wanted to look at him, and the conversation that followed hadn't exactly been the most stimulating he'd ever had…

When Dawn found her beach towel (over-sized and very thick and absorbent), she casually walked back to her bed – unaware of the way her breasts swayed in time with her movements, though Jeremy was fascinated by the sight. When she bent over to unfold and arrange the towel, she gave her brother another view of herself that resulted in him having a little trouble getting his undershorts off. Finally satisfied with how she'd arranged the towel, Dawn turned and sat down before realizing that Jeremy was completely naked (though he had his hands clasped in front of his crotch) and standing there in front of her.

Knowing that it was going to happen anyway, and figuring it would be easier to simply do it and get it over with, Jeremy had decided to just go ahead and let Dawn look at him the same way he'd looked at her that time in his room. So when she looked up into his eyes, Jeremy somehow managed to give her a little smile, and moved his arms to his sides – exposing himself to his sister's gaze.

Although Dawn had some vague idea of what Jeremy had for a 'package' (a term she'd recently heard) from seeing him in his underwear, her first sight of the real thing made her breath catch in her throat. Without even realizing she was doing so, she calmly announced "Oh, Jeremy! It's beautiful!" – something that calmed and reassured him more than he'd ever admit.

She could see (plainly!) that he was fully erect: with nothing else to compare him to, Dawn could only figure that he was perhaps a quarter again as long as a cooked hot-dog, and a little bit bigger around along the main part. The head of it was a dark purple, generally helmet-shaped; at its widest, it was half again as wide as the rest of him. Hanging below were his testicles. Inside their fleshy sack, she could get only a vague idea of their size and shape, but decided that they were perhaps the size of slightly-oblong ping-pong balls. His sack (scrotum, she finally remembered it was called) had a light covering of hair; around the base of his penis was a larger and slightly thicker patch. As she looked at him, Dawn could see that his erection bobbed slightly every so often; it took her only a few seconds to realize that it was in happening in time with his heartbeat.