Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

Her labia itched desperately as she watched his short cock come to complete hardness beneath his pants, then she felt her panties become wet with desire.

"No, I guess I don't know about sex; I'm still a virgin," she smiled at him. "I don't see what a satisfied look has to do with sex at all."

He'd never noticed the sensual beauty of his sister's legs before. Maybe it was those sheer nylons clinging to her soft creaminess that made her look _so damned good. Whatever it was he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. He only wished she'd spread her legs a little more; he'd love to look at that pantie-clad pussy of hers.

"A person's look has everything to do with sex," he answered, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Anyone who has been satisfied sexually will surely have a satisfied look on their face. That's why you can't tell on Mama and Martha."

"Tell on them for what? For having a satisfied look?" she asked, upsetting John even more. "I didn't say they'd been satsified sexually; I only said they had a satisfied look."

"Jeez, you don't know anything," John stated, almost begging for understanding. If word got to his father about Martha and his mother having a satisfied look he'd surely know what had happened-his father wasn't quite as stupid as Judy seemed to be. He got up and walked to the couch, then dropped to his knees in front of his older sister. "Please… don't say anything about Mama and Martha to anyone, you'll get all of us into trouble."

Judy smiled at her brother's pleading face, the look of wondering innocence in her eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him-on the defensive.

"How could I get you into trouble?" she asked sweetly as he stared at that certain point between her thighs. "You have nothing to do with the look on their face."

"I have everything to do with the look on their face," he answered, realizing he must educate his older sister in the facts of life right away. "They are satisfied because of me."

"I don't know what you mean," her voice almost gurgled from the depths of her throat as he pushed her short skirt higher onto her thighs, then she felt a desperate tingling in the depths of her virginal vagina. "How could they have a satisfied look because of you?"

"Spread your legs and I'll try to explain," he demanded, his cock pushing demandingly at the material of his pants, then he placed his hands on her knees and applied an outward pressure. "I'll have to show you; words can't explain the look on their face."

"Well, if you insist," she answered, trying to appear the virgin she was. "However, I don't see how spreading my legs will prove anything."

He watched her creamy thighs part then his eyebrows raised as he looked at that delightful puffy mound. His cock throbbed as he saw the black hairs of her virgin pussy through the flimsy material of her panties.

God! Judy's pussy looked so damned good to his young eyes. He only hoped he could prove a point to her without making her mad.

His trembling hand reached out to the slitted puffiness of her panties, then he gently squeezed at the virgin softness of her delightful triangle. His forefinger followed the damp crease of her pantie-clad pussy, then he grasped the fullness of her mound in his hand. His third finger eased beneath the elastic and slid into the crevice of her little cunny, then tickled at her swollen clitoris.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, his finger easing deeper into her slippery cleft. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Yes…oh…God… yes!" she purred, her asscheeks beginning to undulate on the cushion of the couch. "But I don't see what this has to do with Mother and Martha."

"The same thing happened to them," he boasted then his finger slipped into her vagina and shoved into her youthful belly. "They needed me just like you do. I satisfied them-do you want the same things?"

"Yes… I want the same thing," her slushy pussy fucked at his thrusting finger, kindling a small fire of desire in the tender depths of her quivering sheath. "I want exactly the same thing."

"All right! But you've got to promise you'll forget about the look on Mama and Martha's face," he demanded as his finger slipped from her grinding cunny. "You mustn't tell anyone what I did to them." :

"I won't! I'll never say a word about it!" she promised, then looked pleadingly into his young eyes. "Just do the same thing to me… please!"

Her plan was working. She was getting exactly what she wanted and she was making him think it was all his doing. She was allowing him to be the expert teacher while she played the part of an unlearned beginner.

"What do I do now?" she asked, trying to sound very innocent and ignorant to her younger brother. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Oh, gee! Don't you know anything at all about sex?" he asked, somewhat disgusted with Judy's sudden stupidity.

He saw the sensual gleam in her eyes, then realized she was playing a little game with him, Okay! If she wanted to play the part of innocence he'd gladly play the part of a learned lover.

"NO!" she cooed sweetly. "I don't know anything about sex; you'll have to show me what to do."

"All right!" he answered, taking on the role of sexual instructor to his older sister. "Slide forward on the couch and lean back."

Judy inched forward on the seat, bringing her rounded asscheeks to the very edge, then she leaned onto the backrest. She looked wonderingly into his eyes from her almost prone position.

"What happens next?" she smiled watching his young eyes dance at the sight of her protruding pantie-clad pussymound. "Shouldn't I do anything else?"

He didn't answer. That wet crease in her panties was holding his attention. God, Judy's little cunny must be soaked with pussy juices. He licked at his lips, wondering if her pussy tasted anything like his mother's. He'd never gotten the chance to push his tongue into Martha's tender pussy but maybe he'd be lucky enough to taste Judy's virgin juices. There was nothing to keep him from doing it unless she pushed him away. Hell, it was surely worth a try.

He pushed the short skirt up to her waist, then grasped her panties at both sides. His fingers eased beneath the elastic, then he slipped them over the round fullness of her buttocks and hips. His eyes bulged with anticipation as her black-haired pussymound mysteriously revealed itself, then he slid the panties off her beautiful tapered legs. He s stared at the glistening wetness of that virgin cleft, then he licked his lips again as his cock jerked a few times. If he'd been old enough to cum, sticky goo would've been running down his leg by now.

"You didn't answer," she purred contentedly. "What should I do now?"

"N-n-nothing!" he stammered as his trembling fingers reached out and stroked the puffy softness of her full mound, then he wished that pretty little cunny was standing open before him. "Well, maybe you can do something. It'd help a lot if you could get your heels on the edge of the couch and open your legs,"

"Jeez! I don't think I can do that, not with my ass already hanging over the edge," she answered wonderingly, knowing that if she could accomplish his suggestion, her slippery little snatch would be gaping widely before his dancing eyes. "You may have to help me."

She brought her knees upward, trying to find the edge of the couch with her heels. It was no use; her heels wouldn't quite touch. She felt his hands upon her ankles, then he forced her heels onto the cushion at each side of her asscheeks. Her heels dug into the spongy material, sinking deep so they wouldn't slip off the edge, then her knees fell open as her pussy pushed upward, gaping with a sensuality he'd never witnessed. The tendons at the vee of her creamy thighs were stretched to the very utmost, making that beautiful little pussy stand open of its own accord.