Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

I crawled to the head of the bed, while my brother sat at the foot. As I was about to fold my legs underneath me, he sternly motioned to me to keep my thighs apart. All we did for the next few minutes was stare at each other's crotch. I kept switching my own gaze back and forth between the mushroom headed stalk and the heavy ball-carrying sac that hung beneath it.

Meanwhile, Lonnie's stare had partially opened my outer cunt lips, and had drawn my juices close to the surface. I loved the feel of his eyes on my most intimate treasures, and wished that he would touch me as well. I knew that I would have jumped at the chance to touch my brother's sexually ready cock.

The fact that we were being pulled closer and closer to a society taboo, to incest, for some reason had no effect. What we were doing was viewed by both of us as purely a learning experience. Actually, it was all pretty innocent, at least at this point. It would have been difficult for either of us to come up with the word that described where we were headed.

"Looking at your body like this is driving me crazy," Lonnie said, beginning to look uncomfortable. "I think that instead of trying to explain the process of jacking off to you, I'm going to have to show you. Okay?"

All I could do was nod. My mouth was becoming very dry, and I did not want to spoil the atmosphere we had created by saying anything. If it was not for the spectacle that was about to take place, my own fingers would have dove between my legs, and massaged my own meat to orgasm. Instead, I moved closer to Lonnie, stopping when we were no farther than a foot away from each other. It was only then that I touched myself. I pulled apart my plump cunt lips. This allowed my brother a better view of the charms that were hidden within. Seeing him lick his parched lips with his tongue proved I had done the right thing.

Lonnie started to work on himself very slowly, almost as if he wanted to draw out the procedure as long as possible. It was not altogether different from my own initial approach to masturbation. With his right hand, he gently caressed every square inch of his cock, giving special consideration to the swollen purple-colored head. His other hand concentrated on his balls, giving them the most tender of touches.

I had read about the principles of the male orgasm in the book my brother had given me. I, therefore, knew that he was going to ejaculate a white cream-like fluid from the little hole at the tip of his angry-looking cock. It was strange to me, that I found myself hoping that some of his cum would land on me. I wanted to feel it and rub it into my body. It seemed like the logical way to baptize the sexual awakening of my being.

My brother's hand was moving a little faster as it pumped the length of his organ. Every once in a while, he squeezed the blood-engorged head, and a small drop of clear fluid would ooze from the tiny slit. He would then use the fluid like a lubricant, cutting down the skin burning friction of his hand.

Lonnie's eyes were half shut, but I could see that they were still focused on my cunt. He must have been enjoying quite a view. Not only was I totally exposed, but the juices were flowing from my pussy, and dropping down the crack of my ass. My brother's pin-pointed sight felt like it was burning a hole in my cunt, and again, I had to fight the need to soothe the wound with my fingers. Thankfully, though, I was able to remain absorbed by the novelty of the event I was witnessing for the first time.

Soon, his breath was coming in short bursts, and the speed of his cock-stroking significantly increased. His hips were beginning to rise up, meeting his pleasure-giving fist, while low ecstatic moans were escaping from deep within his chest. I was mesmerized by the scene, and found myself leaning my body closer to his ready-to-come cock.

His body was beginning to shudder. I realized the spasms he was experiencing were not all that different than my own. It was the release, though, which made the difference between male and female. His cock was literally dancing in his hand, almost like it was holding back a tremendous pressure. And then it erupted in a series of cream-spurting contractions.

It was truly a magnificent sight to watch. The cum was propelled many inches from the head of his cock, and gratefully, splashed all over my belly and breasts. It way warm, and the consistency was rich and thick. I wanted to touch it, but I waited until Lonnie was finished with his eye-popping performance. It was not long before my brother's cock slowed its involuntary twitching and ceased to deposit any more cum at my disposal. I knew it was going to be a while before he recovered from his intense climax.

It was while I was waiting that I began rubbing my brother's essence over my tits and belly. I really enjoyed the way it felt. And since some had landed on my nipples, I used it like hand cream, jacking off my breast buds in imitation of the way Lonnie had hand-fucked his cock. I was totally lost in this activity when I felt something touch my burning center.

My brother had evidently recovered, and had begun lightly touching the slick pink flesh of my pussy. Even though I knew that his inexperienced fingers could not rival mine as far as coaxing the ultimate sensations from my body, I was never the less taken aback by strange hands becoming intimate between my legs.

I decided to let him enjoy himself in his explorations, while I gave special attention to my cum-covered breasts. Surprisingly, Lonnie knew more than I expected. He found my hot virginal canal, and commenced to caress the tightly muscled opening with his thumb. It felt outstanding when he began to slide that pleasure-giving digit through the entrance ring, then down the slick cavern to my center.

"I'm going to practice a few of the things I learned from reading the book, and talking to my friends. Just lie back, and let me do all the work," he instructed.

"Oh, yes!" was all I could say. My body was now dictating the events, and I was feeling too terrific to argue.

My brother's face could not have been more than six inches from my steamy cunt. I could actually feel his hot, excited breath play over the dripping flesh of my pussy. It was apparent that he was as interested in learning about sex as I was. As a matter of fact, I couldn't get as close to my crotch as he was.

Lonnie's thumb was then inserted as far as that little piece of virgin-maintaining skin allowed. For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours, I cursed the presence of that penetration deterrent. My brother did not remark about it, so I figured he knew what it was and why it was there.

It, did not take long before he added a few more pleasure-giving digits to aid his thumb as he continued to explore my womanhood. He glided his fingertips from the top of my inflamed slit to my rosy backdoor hole. I could no longer control my hips, nor the moans of appreciation that were falling from my lips. Lonnie was doing a wonderful job.

But it was the shock of his touch on my clitoris, causing my body to lift from the bed, that truly awakened him to my most important needs. I was surprised that my reaction to that first clitoral touch did not frighten him from touching it again. Fortunately, my brother was an intelligent person, and soon determined that the upward thrusting of my hips was in fact an invitation to seek out that place and touch it once more. Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed his hand with my own, and guided it back to my swollen clit. Still holding his hand, when we'd found it, I showed him the motion that seemed to me to produce the most response.

The new body smells that had permeated the room added to the thick, exciting atmosphere of our sexual classroom. So far, I had not come across a single aspect of my new erotic awakening that I found unpleasant. Although I had not yet become aware of all the ramifications of my actions, I promised myself, from that moment on, that I was not going to deprive myself of any of the pleasures my body could give me.