Michael Smith - Siblings

I reached out and stroked her thigh, the way I would pet a kitten or any other small animal that looked like it wanted attention. When I came to the top of her thigh, without conscious decision (though it had been in my mind all week), my hand continued upward and hovered over the vee at the crotch of her panties. I could stand it no longer. I cupped my hand gently, lightly, over her resilient pubic mound, my first two fingers sliding down between her legs where I felt the springy depression of her vulva. I clutched her pussy a bit more firmly and began to move my fingers up and down the crease in the white cotton. Her head moved restlessly to one side and she made small smacking sounds with her lips. I continued moving my fingers, searching for the little button I knew was there. Alex's hip shifted closer to me and her eyes fluttered open again for a few seconds as she stretch her legs out straight and gave a tiny shiver.

"Take 'em off…," she muttered, and her eyelids slid shut again.

I moved carefully off the side of the bed, making as little disturbance as possible, and hastily pushed off my briefs. My cock sprang up at a steep angle. Then I leaned over and, with both hands, began slowly pulling down my sister's panties. Her legs were a few inches apart, but otherwise she made no move to help. I had to gradually work the rolled-up fabric under her ass by sliding it down on one side and then on the other.

The program seemed to be the same as the week before. I didn't know whether she was completely asleep, half-awake and aware of what I was doing, or just faking. But it was clear that this next step on the ladder of our physical relationship was to be*my* responsibility – which I was very willing to accept. I was also convinced, after the previous week, that if I attempted to cross some invisible boundary, Alex would wake immediately, so I didn't worry about it. I would peruse this marvel before me until one of us decided to stop.

I slipped her panties over her feet and tossed them on the floor. My sister lay naked before me, apparent willing for me to drink in her loveliness, and also ready to take the next step in our sexual awakening. I lay down again on my side next to her and caressed the curve of her hip and the flatness of her abdomen. I threaded my fingers through her soft red pubic thatch and gently cupped my hand again over the mound beneath it.

I didn't know much about foreplay, but I knew there was no hurry and that I should be ever gentle as I explored every inch of her with my hands. I also knew instinctively that if I just yanked her legs wide apart, climbed on, and tried to cram my cock into her, it would break our unspoken agreement; it might even spoil it forever.

Her cunt was becoming more moist every second and I easily slid my fingers along the sides of her clitoral sheath. Slowly, slowly. She began to make humming, purring sounds and her legs twitched farther apart. I rubbed one finger over the dewy tip of her clit and this time her whole body twitched. So did my cock.

I slid my forefinger into her open vagina, trying to fathom the whole length of that warm, tight tunnel. I reached her cervix without much difficulty and added a second finger. It felt rubbery when I squeezed it between my fingertips, different from what I had expected. I wasn't sure she could feel anything there herself, except the finger pressure, but I suppose it's something every guy tries. I would have put my whole arm into her and climbed in after it, had it been possible.

I had groped blindly at a couple of other girls, but on those occasions I could never see what I was doing and I had always felt rushed by the circumstances. This time, I had a clear view and all the time I needed.

What was more, Alex understood that need. She was hesitant about our increasing physical involvement, as I was, but she trusted me to proceed slowly and to take care of her. And because she trusted me so completely, I knew I would follow the same plan, taking my time, backing off if she got nervous, and giving her anything and everything she needed in return. This understanding between us was one of the things that brought us to realize that we were in love.

We never "fell" in love, I think, even when we kissed that first time at the park. It always existed, and it grew steadily as we explored it and came to understand its nature.

I had been watching my fingers, but now I glanced at Alex's face. Her long eyelashes were fluttering slowly like peacock fans and her moist lips were parted. Her arms were still behind the pillow but now she clutched at it with both hands. Either she was really waking up or she thought she was having one hell of a dream.

My right hand returned to her clit, now glistening in the early morning light. I began tracing slow circles around the little pink bullet head, breaking rhythm every few seconds and flicking a finger across its tip. As I increased the tempo, her thighs began making little jerky movements. She was on the up-side of the roller coaster, but I didn't want her to climax yet. I didn't want it to be over. So I slowed and then stopped, moving the flat of my hand back over her stomach and across her ribs to brush her stiffened nipple. She trembled at that and seemed about to tear the pillow in two. My hand moved to the smooth hollow under her arm and trailed over her bicep. She continued breathing heavily.

"God, don't stop! Why did you stop? Oh, God, that felt so wonderful!" This was accompanied by a soft wailing moan of desperation. Her eyes finally opened.

"Michael, I want your finger back in me! It felt so good – I've never felt like that, even doing it myself! And I didn't come yet!"

I leaned over her body on my elbows, trapping her arms in their extended position, and cut off her protests with a smothering kiss. "Alex, I'm selfish – I don't*want* you to come yet. But I'm not ready to quit either. Can I try something else…?

Her expression went instantly serious. "Michael,… please, I'm not ready to do it yet. I*want* to – oh, God, I want to! – but not yet. Please don't." Her voice was soft and calm but her face kept shifting between adolescent lust and fear of the unknown. But she misunderstood my intentions.

"I'm not going to push you beyond where you want to go. Don't you know that by now? I love you, Alex. I would never – COULD never – hurt you like that. You trust me, I know you do, and I will never do anything to made you regret that – I promise." I kissed her again, softly this time. "No, I had something else in mind. And I think you'll like it, too…"

As I spoke, I was moving farther down the bed and farther down her perfect body, leaving a trail of lip prints on her throat, between her breasts, just below her rib cage, to her navel and past it. My hands kept pace, gliding down her sides and her hips and coming to rest clasping her flanks. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she inhaled deeply when I buried my face in her pubic hair.

Her legs parted and as her knees bent, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and pressed them open even farther. I had attempted muff-diving a couple of times with other girls, but always under uncomfortable and hurried circumstances. So I had a theoretical grasp of the subject, but I was mostly making up my technique as I went along. But I was sure it was Alex's first time, too, so I didn't think it would matter.

Her cunt was already humid with the aroma of sex. Her thigh muscles were tensed; she didn't quite know what to expect. Experimentally, I nuzzled her clit and pushed my tongue along the opening below it, where my fingers had been shortly before.

I had been warned by the Boy's Gym Information Exchange to expect a "fishy" taste, but I found nothing of the kind. The moisture I lapped up smelled and tasted of heated honey and licorice, a heady flavor I enjoyed enormously.