Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

«I won't marry Frank,» I said suddenly. «I like you much better, Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise.»

«Don't be silly,» she said. Her words were muffled by my cunt flesh. She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even. But I insisted, and finally she did look up. «You see how you are? You have a good time with one person and right away you're stuck on them. I love you, Jackie, we will always be friends, but don't let that tie you down.»

I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with Veronica's blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take much notice of it. She was right, of course. In the one week remaining to me I would have to squeeze in as much experience as possible. I had to make the best of my freedom. That's what it was, making use of my freedom. Once Frank slipped that ring on my finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All the more reason to make the best of this week. I could do anything! And right away the sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before my eyes-even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a first and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun?

Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my brain. Why shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week? Veronica would be my guide, there was nothing to worry about. In that case I would do it! And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd pounce on him, too. I didn't tell Veronica that, though. I just said that I was willing to go along with her scheme.

«Good,» she said, «we'll start tomorrow night. What would you fancy, Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover? You can take your pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you.»

«That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have to do it for me.»

«Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want to pick who'll be first?»

«Oh yeah …» I had to think about that, and then it struck me: my virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My older brother, Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was nineteen and home for the summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He had always looked after me, had fought fights for me, and he certainly liked me physically. As soon as he'd come back from college his eyes had started to wander over my legs, my breasts, my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. «Don't worry about my cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again,» I said.

«Who's going to take it?» she asked.

«I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be going home.» I dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and disappeared out through her window. It was a long way past midnight by this time. The house was in darkness. Once back in my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the bathroom to wash up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and checked my nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now that Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger and better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I couldn't help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A shiver of delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't have dared to dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed like the only plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy, the same strong build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes and chest. I could hardly wait to get to him!

Quickly I put on a nightie in case one of the parents happened to be patrolling the hallway, and then walked on tiptoes to my brother's room to surprise him.

I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly paralyzed.

Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was, in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off his back or something.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the guts to go through with it. I had to do it!

«Tim! Wake up!» I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned and tried to pull away from me. «Come on, wake up! I've got something to tell you! He stirred and sleepily inquired what that might be. «No, wake up first!» I insisted.

«Ah Jesus!» he muttered. «What's up, Jackie-hey! What are you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?»

«No, it's not that.» He was wide awake now and all I wanted to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with me? «Tim … please, don't ask why, I just want to … sleep with you tonight,» I said in a little girl's voice.

«Do you? Okay, if that's what you want,» he said nonchalantly. «Only let me get some sleep, will you.»

«That's not exactly what I meant.» I was getting to be more determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. «I want you to make love to me!»

«Huh?» He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror. «Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?»

I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose. The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear old Dad!

«Jackie, no!» he said, but there was no conviction in his voice. «You can't do this! We're brother and sister!»

«Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?» I asked.

«No! Well, maybe … but not very often!»

He had answered my question and now my hand closed around that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows. I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh. And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth.

It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky, full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth. Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself. That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat muscles hang loose … ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him to the hilt!