Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

My brother was elated at the prospects of meeting the TV lady. I guess he wanted to see her up close this time to make sure that his eyes had not deceived him. I, too, was anxious to meet someone who promised to be interesting, and the lover of my daddy.

My father left the table, saying he had to get ready for his card game, and that he would see us in the morning.

"If he only knew," Lonnie said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling once our father was out of earshot.

"I have to admit, it sure was an eye-opening sight," I agreed, laughing. "Knock on my door when you're finished studying."

Before returning to my room, I paid my nightly respects to my mother. This took care of the last responsibility standing in the way of my sex education class. After taking a shower, I dressed carefully for my encounter with Lonnie.

I wanted to wear something that would allow my brother to understand what was happening to my body without having to remove any of my clothes. The articles of dress that I chose were a short, see-through nightgown and a pair of my sheerest bikini panties. When I checked myself out in the mirror, I realized I was totally decked out in white. I had always assumed that this was the way I would be dressed on my wedding night. The fact it was not, did not make it any less appropriate.

Finally, after spending a fruitless hour over my schoolbooks, there was a knock on the door, and my brother came bursting into my room. He was wearing only cotton pajama bottoms, and he carried a stack of papers. His eyes widened when he caught sight of the way I was dressed.

"Wow! I keep forgetting how good-looking you are," Lonnie said, not able to tear his gaze from my body.

"You're not bad-looking yourself," I returned.

Actually, he was quite good-looking. His red hair was cut medium long, and his facial features were very similar to my own. Lonnie was at least six feet tall, and though his body was lean, it was well muscled. I was having trouble keeping my eyes off my brother's bare torso and pajama-clad lower body.

"Before we start discussing what happened last night, I want to show you some notes that I made on what people, without scientific backgrounds, call the various parts of the body and their functions," he said as he handed me the papers.

I took my time as I went down the list, trying to retain as much of the information as I could. It was evident that I had heard most of the words before, but I never thought they made more sense, and I found them, to my way of thinking, better than the sterile scientific names the book had used.

My brother's list was extensive, and to simplify matters, he jotted down the scientific designations next to the appropriate street word. For me, fuck, suck, cock, prick, pussy and cunt, cum, clit, tits, and balls had a much more arousing effect than the book's words. Lonnie and I both agreed to use these slang words and expressions in this and any further conversations we would have regarding the subject of sex.

"It was amazing, that right after we began talking about sex, Dad would bring home that woman, and give us a demonstration. It was easily the most exciting night of my life," my brother said, starting off our long-awaited discussion.

"Yes," I agreed, "it was very exciting for me, too. As a matter of fact, I haven't been able to shake those images from my mind or the feelings from my body. If it wasn't for what I learned, when I returned to my room last night, I'm sure the men in the white coats would have had to come and take me away. I think you know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean. And when I finally orgasmed or came, it was the all-time greatest feeling of my entire life," Lonnie said, crossing his legs.

I think he might have been trying to conceal the beginnings of a hardon. Seeing it would not have bothered me a bit. I very much wanted to see it, actually, but I didn't want to scare him off by embarrassing him with a remark about it.

"Do you know that last night was the first time I ever touched myself, and today was the first day I ever really looked at myself. I guess if anyone had seen my actions, last night and today, they would have said that I was making up for lost time," I giggled, feeling myself blush.

"I know what you mean. The last time I did it, I had to use hand cream because I was starting to get sore. I guess you could say that I was trying to catch up, too," Lonnie giggled along with me.

I was, however, finding it difficult to imagine what Lonnie was talking about without seeing a demonstration. It was still too early in our conversation, I thought, to make that kind of suggestion, but I just didn't want to wait. There was no doubt in my mind that Lonnie was already sporting a healthy erection. My own nipples were standing out through my gown, and I could see he was having a difficult time not letting, his eyes focus on them. Maybe, we could stroke a deal, I hoped.

"Lonnie, I'm finding it impossible to understand how you come. If you show me your cock, I might be able to see what you mean," I said, giving him my most perplexed look. "If you would feel more comfortable, I'll take off my gown. That way you can look at my tits while you explain. Okay?" So much for not wanting to shed any clothes, I thought.

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Lana. This seems like a dangerous situation," he reasoned.

"Listen, Brother dearest," I replied, "it would have been a different story, entirely, if somebody would have taken the time to teach us about the sexual nature of our bodies. Nobody did, nor will anybody teach us anything in the future. This is to be our learning experience. I think it's our duty to ourselves to take advantage of the opportunity. We are closer than any brother and sister I know. If we can't learn from each other, who can we learn from?" I passionately argued.

I could see by his face that he wanted to go-along with what I had just said, but he still appeared a bit undecided. The trump card was needed. I pulled off my nighty, and stood before him in only my panties.

Lonnie gulped hard at the sight of my body. I was a little surprised that I felt no embarrassment. In a matter of moments, my brother regained control of himself, and moved towards me. It was obvious that he wanted a closer look. Somehow, I didn't mind being the object of his scrutiny. As a matter of fact, just the idea that he was studying me was enough to reacquaint me with my new-found sexual desire.

"You have got yourself a deal," Lonnie finally said, "but you still have your underwear on. That's not fair to me. The only way I'll take off these pajama bottoms is if you take off those pretty little panties. How about it?"

My nodded my head, yes. If that was the only way I was going to see his cock, I had no choice. I quickly pushed them down my legs, and stepped away out of them, leaving me totally naked before the eyes of my brother. He was so absorbed by the darkened triangle between my legs, it took a moment for him to realize his own obligation to me.

He turned his back to me as he undid the pajama pants. When they were finally around his ankles, I studied his muscular ass before he turned back to face me. It was sturdily formed, and I could not help wondering if his hidden little asshole was as sensitive as mine. I made myself a mental note to remind myself to ask him. I was just beginning to lose my patience with his modesty when he turned around, at last.

Now I could understand his reaction when I took off my panties. I stood no more than three feet from where he was standing with my eyes fixed on his crotch. His cock was in full erection. It was pointed at the ceiling with the base surrounded by dark red pubic hair. His cock was not quite as thick or as long as Daddy's, but it was still one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. I was about to walk toward him to get a better look, when my brother recommended that we sit on the bed.