Michael Smith - Siblings

She passed her own hand over the smooth, soft surfaces and curves, even drawing one finger dazedly across the tip of her clit. It abruptly struck me that Patty's general shyness, the apparent attitudes of her parents, and the thick, rapid growth of her pubic thatch probably had prevented her from ever getting a close look at her own genitals. ALL of this was a new experience for her.

Alex apparently drew the same conclusion and added it to her plan. Still kneeling on the floor between Patty's knees, she spread her own legs and leaned back on her heels, her nipples visibly elongating. Her middle finger glided down into her own slit and disappeared, and she sighed lightly. "You know, trimming your pussy also makes it easier to get yourself off," she said quietly.

Patty shook her head vigorously. "No, I don't do that! My dad caught me… uh, playing with myself when I was twelve and he beat the crap out of me! Besides, it isn't good for you." What do you think has just been happening? I wondered.

Alex continued stroking herself, mostly for Patty's visual benefit, but she gave her friend a sympathetic look. "What do you do when you get horny, then? And*don't* tell me you never get horny!"

It hadn't occurred to Patty that she could put her legs down; they were still spread wide and her clit was twitching more frequently. One hand held the mirror and the other began absently to stroke the neat pad of hair that remained as she studied its reflection.

"I just get frustrated, I guess," she said softly. "Sometimes, though, when I'm alone, I squeeze my legs together and I feel a sort of tingle." She didn't notice that she had contradicted her earlier denial.

"Patty, it's called 'masturbation,' not 'playing with yourself,' and it's a natural part of sex – and sex is a natural part of life.*Not* masturbating is what's abnormal! I'm still a virgin – yes, I am! – and I had my first orgasm a year ago by masturbating myself. And it felt wonderful!" Alex's fingers were beginning to move up and down like slender pistons.

"You can't just go on being horny and frustrated! Doing yourself takes the edge off. You can keep control of yourself with a boy when he gets you hot because you know you can always finish it later. Otherwise, some guy is going to get you so worked up you'll let him fuck you just to get it over with, to release the pressure – and it might not be the right guy or the right time and place. Boys jerk off all the time, you know that, and it's a lot harder for them to hide it! And if it's natural for them to do it, why shouldn't girls do it, too? Look at your body, Patty! It's ready for you to get pregnant and have a baby. But you can tell it to be patient and still have all the fun part of sex."

Alex's fingers were acting independently of her mouth, caressing and tugging at her clit and pressing its sheath back to expose more of it. The tiny red shaft glistened moistly. Patty couldn't take her eyes off that busy hand. She tried half-heartedly to conceal her own cunt by cupping her hand over it, but her legs were still splayed out.

"I don't think I know how," she said in a small voice with a sudden low sob at the end.

My sister wasn't close to orgasm yet, I could tell that, but her fingers slowed and stopped. She could save herself up, remaining at a high sexual pitch but picking her own moment for a climax. I had seen her do that before, too, and it always astonished me.*I* certainly didn't have that kind of control.

Alex stood and bent over Patty, her hands on the other girl's shoulders. Her breasts moved in a shallow curve a few inches before Patty's face. Her nipples were as erect and rigid as pencil erasers.

"Patty, I've never been a teacher before, and I'm sure no sex expert, but my pussy is something I know real well. I admit it – virgin or not, I enjoy sex. And when I do pick out the guy I want to pop my cherry, I'm going to be ready. No fumbling around, no confusion. I'm going to know what I'm doing." She put a hand behind each of Patty's thighs, lifted her legs from the chair rungs, and set her feet together on the floor. Then she pulled her to her feet.

Patty clutched Alex's upper arms and put her forehead against her shoulder. She canted one hip, which pressed what remained of her pubic hair against Alex's thigh; my sister's crotch was in a similar situation. Alex glided both her hands up and down the small of Patty's back and murmured soothingly in her ear as the soft sobbing continued.

Patty made a strange picture, standing there: naked and sexy, but shy, breasts trembling against Alex's as she tried to control her tears, moisture reflecting from her eyelashes as she kept her head down in embarrassment – not because she was naked and nipple-to-nipple in another girl's embrace, but because her clit was throbbing wetly and she didn't know what to do about it. She was desirable and she knew it, but the very lushness of her own body frightened her. It sounded like her father wasn't being much help, either. Watching through the doorjamb, I felt a surprising wave of sympathy for little Patty.

Alex had played her prank, exposing the most intimate parts of Patty's body to me in great detail – which had hurt no one but would provide us with hours of conversation later – and arousing her friend's untried sensuality into the bargain.

But Alex truly liked Patty and now she obviously intended to try to help her friend become less sexually helpless. The fact that she knew I was still watching was irrelevant.

Alex sat both of them down on the side of the bed, thighs again pressed side-to-side, and put her arm comfortingly around her friend's shoulder.

"Patty, sex is supposed to be fun," she began, "and I promise you it is, if you know what you're doing. It's not something you should be afraid of. I know – there are guys you have to be careful of because they get carried away, even if they're sorry afterwards. And some guys are just selfish, unfeeling sons-of-bitches." Patty nodded in agreement; I had a feeling she had run into a few of those, just as Alex had.

"But, Patty, that isn't your fault and it doesn't make sex bad. And most guys are okay. You're a beautiful girl and they're more likely to be afraid of*you*. That's why they get tongue-tied and act silly sometimes. They just don't know what else to do."

Alex glanced for a moment at the crack in the door where I stood. "Let me give you an example. The boy I know best is the one I live with, okay? My brother, Michael. He and I get along – in fact we're pretty good friends. Now, let me ask you: Do you think he's good-looking?"

Patty looked up at her in surprise, as if it were a silly question. "Sure, I think he's very good looking."

"Okay," Alex went on. "Is he sexy?" I wondered how many games she was playing? Or had the identity of the contestant simply changed?

Patty hesitated. "Yeah, I guess he is. I mean, I've never gone out with him, of course, but he smiles at me in school. But maybe that's because he knows you and I are friends," she concluded doubtfully.

"That's negative thinking, Patty!" Alex smiled. "Anyway, I've seen a lot more of him than you have, and*I* sure think he's sexy! If he weren't my brother, he might even be the one I'd pick to give my virginity to."

That got my attention. Patty looked a little startled but interested. Alex was stroking the inside of her friend's thigh, but Patty seemed not to notice.

"I've seen him naked a few times, like in the bathroom. He has swimmermuscles, too, remember. And a nice butt. And a very interesting looking cock." She lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"Once, I watched him jerking off in the shower, because the shower door wasn't fogged up too much to conceal it. His cock looked huge, and when he shot off it really made me hot! So I came back in here and fantasized about it and got myself off. You see what I'm saying? He came in the shower, by himself, and I came in my bed, by myself, and we both enjoyed it."