Norma Egan - The sister keeper

Jennifer couldn't help smiling. "Yes, I see that pretty clearly. I could hardly have summed it up better, although I wouldn't have used your words. But even so, I can't seem to change my feelings. How can that be? How can I know my aunt was wrong, yet still feel that she was right?"

"Oh, that's no puzzle," sighed Ciardi. "You can't change overnight, that's all. You lived with the woman for twenty years, and you can't just hop a plane, fly to America, and lose your hang ups over the Atlantic. It will take time for you to stop feeling guilty about sex. But you can do it. I can suggest a way."

"Oh, would you?" Jennifer gave him a tearful smile. "I'd so much appreciate your help, Doctor! I don't know where to begin, myself."

He smiled back. "Begin by calling me Charles, and I'll call you Jennifer, all right?" She nodded, and he went on, "Now, the thing to do is take it one step at a time. Don't try to change everything at once. You must learn, bit by bit, that there is nothing wrong with sex. It is pleasant, it is fun, you have every right to enjoy it – and you must learn to think that way in every phase of it. Allow me to make a small demonstration." He took her chin in his hand, and tilted her face up to his. "I'm going to kiss you. Don't be frightened, this is just a lesson. I want you to forget everything except two things – that you're being kissed, and that it's pleasant. Will you please try it?"

Jennifer swallowed hard. "All right." His method sounded sensible to her, but she wasn't at all certain that she could think as he suggested. She sat meek and submissive, but her palms were cold and sweaty.

Ciardi's lips met softly with hers, and she made a sincere effort to feel the way she had been instructed. I am being kissed, she thought, and it's pleasant. She repeated the thought over and over. It began to work. She was aware of his good masculine scents, the comforting expanse of his broad chest, the warmth of his big hands on her back, and most of all, his gentle but firm, smooth lips pressing ever closer, fill his mouth was tenderly opening her mouth and she felt the silky tip of his tongue on the tip of hers. A strange, dizzy wave of warmth swept over her, and she sighed and relaxed against his shoulder and let him slip his tongue all the way into her mouth. He held it that way, stuffing and possessing her mouth, though not aggressively, and she felt the strange, warm wave again. She realized now that the wave began in an excited tightness in her cunt, but she refused to be ashamed. Ciardi was right – kissing was simply pleasant and fun, and nothing to feel bad about.

His tongue retreated, and he drew away and smiled at her. "Well? What did you feel?"

She blushed slightly but answered, "You were right. I tried it the way you said, and it was pleasant."

"Good. Now close your eyes and go on thinking the same way."

She obeyed, and he began to fondle her, working his big hands intimately but gently over her face, neck, shoulders, hips, legs, and finally her breasts, kissing her as he did so. She puffed and sighed and lay limp against him. It was pleasant, really, just as he'd said. She wished he wouldn't stop. But after a few minutes, she felt him easing her down on the bed, lying beside her, and unbuttoning her blouse.

"Doctor…" she began, suddenly alarmed, trying to sit up. "I don't think…"

"Now, Jennifer," he said soothingly. "Don't stop now, just when you were doing so well! Think! Is it really so different, kissing your lips and kissing your breasts? They're both parts of your body, both legitimate sources of pleasure. Don't make false distinctions, false barriers. This should feel just as nice, just as good and right, as what I did before. Please, now, lie back and relax and think as I told you."

"I don't know…" she protested, but she allowed her body to sink back onto the bed, trusting his experience and knowledge. She shivered a little as he drew her blouse open, and she felt rather embarrassed at not having on a bra, though she hated the uncomfortable things. But he made no comment. His smooth hands cupped the two, pretty, white globes, enjoyed their soft warmth, and thumbed the bumpy, pink nipples. She shivered again as she felt his hot, wet tongue on her left nipple, flicking, lashing, circling. Concentrate, she ordered herself, just feel what he's doing! She sighed. It was true, the breasts were definitely an erogenous zone, communicating their excitement straight to her damp, aroused pussy. Yes, this, too, was pleasant. He worked over the right nipple now, circling it wetly with his tongue.

"God, you're reacting just fine! I'm going to suck your nipples now, didn't be afraid," he whispered.

Far from being frightened, Jennifer moaned delightedly he sucked one nipple into the fierce, wet heat of his mouth, tongue and lips busy on the bumpy flesh. She felt an almost painful but exciting stiffening in both her nipples as he sucked them erect and aroused. Her cunt creamed and her breathing became heavy. As when he had fondled her clothed body, she wanted him to continue for a long time, but, having made such good progress so far, Dr. Ciardi was ready to move to the next step.

"You're doing fine," he assured her as he lifted his head from her nipples, which were now stiff and pointed and gleaming with his saliva. "Very good. You've got the idea – don't think of anything else but what's happening, how nice it feels. That's all you're concerned with. Now we'll try something else."

He began removing her clothes. Jennifer squeaked in protest, but he put a finger to his lips. "Don't upset your mood, stay cool. Remember I'm a doctor, I've seen thousands of naked people. Above all, don't be ashamed of your body – it's a beautiful thing, it deserves your respect for all the nice things it does for you." He went on lecturing her softly, soothing her, and before she quite realized it, he had her completely undressed. She felt more naked than she ordinarily might have, because he was still fully dressed in his suit and tie; but on the other hand, the fact that he kept his clothes on calmed her fears. He wasn't going to try anything, he was just frying to help her.

"Lie back. Close your eyes. Relax and enjoy." His commands were gently given, and Jennifer obeyed. Then she felt his warm breath on the fur of her pussy. She struggled to discipline her mind – enjoy, enjoy, enjoy… His blunt fingers parted the curly lips, discovered her tiny, glistening, red clit. He bent down, flicked out his pointed tongue, and brushed the little organ lightly. Jennifer sighed. This step was going to be easy, she thought, for there was nothing in the world she liked better than having her clit tongued and sucked. But she made the mistake of opening her eyes and looking down at him while he lashed her fat bud with his tongue. His big head, covered with unruly blue-black hair, was unfamiliar to her, that of a stranger who had never been between her legs before, who had no business looking at all her secret parts. She struggled to get up.

"Please…" she cried.

Ciardi pressed gently but firmly on her thighs, forcing her pelvis down again. "No," he whispered. "Don't panic, don't give up." They looked at each other, across her upward-thrusting tits, his brown eyes earnest and encouraging, her blue eyes wide and frightened.

"But, Doctor," she protested. "It isn't right! I feel so exposed, so lewd! It can't be right, can it, for a man to kiss a woman there, to use his tongue there?"

"Yes, it is!" he said fervently. "It is right! It's good, it makes us happy, it's harmless fun. There's nobody else in the world light now, just you and me, doing pleasant things together. Don't think about anything but that. For instance, tell me what you feel now."

He bent and flicked her clit again with the wet, warm tip of his tongue, over and over, until she sighed and closed her eyes and relaxed.