This is day two of a story of innocent flirtation that grew into the first sexual experience between two step cousins over one amazing four-day weekend. I hope you already read about Day 1. If not, you can find the link is included below. If you're looking purely for sex, there's more to the story. It does get hot and steamy, but there's more than just that. This elaborates on all the emotions related to this first sexual encounter. Therefore, the intimate details also included are that much better. I hope you enjoy. If so, please continue to read about Day 3 published one day later. Chapter 5 – Rise & Shine on Saturday Morning
Early the next morning, Brent woke up thinking about how wonderful it was last night with Sherry. Although they never said a word once he started fondling her ass, when she opened her eyes and smiled briefly he knew she appreciated it. The fact that she lay there quietly and no words were spoken was simply because the two of them were nervous about what was happening. He was extremely excited about what could happen throughout the rest of this weekend. In fact, he was so excited he woke up with an extreme hard on.
He couldn't do anything about it right now on the sofa in the middle of the family room. Plus he also had to go to the bathroom. It was early and everyone was still asleep. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to his bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed.
In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he would then choose which of the many pornographic magazines would assist him in his task. About a year ago when he was fifteen, he actually got the nerve to walk up to the teller at the counter of the White Hen Pantry and ask for Playboy
. The teller sold it to him without any questions or fanfare. This continued for a couple months until he got the nerve to ask for a Penthouse
. Again, no questions or concerns, only more graphic pictures for him to use when he masturbated. In the very recent months, he now had been asking for High Society
magazine. Although these were slightly more expensive than the others, there were always one or two more female layouts within the magazine. Of course, the photos of these women in most cases left nothing to the imagination.
As he stood over the toilet with his dick in his hand, at that moment he wanted so badly to see these women he had become so familiar with in recent months. The High Society
magazines piqued his interest so much more because of how much the photos really showed. He never fully understood what exactly everything entailed between a woman's legs. He obviously was interested in these, so this allowed him see and learn much more in recent months. "That's about the closest I'll ever get to it for a while," he thought to himself. Little did he know how wrong he was. After this weekend he would be much more experienced.
He could go ahead and pleasure himself now. He started to pull his shorts down, yet he realized he really didn't feel like sitting on the cold hard toilet. Plus he worried about the fact that perhaps Sherry would hear him. Not that he was loud. Yet if she happened to wake up and approach the bathroom door she might be able to hear his arm during its quick motions. So he let go of the elastic in his left hand and his shorts quickly rose up covering his semi erect cock. That was twice in less than 12 hours he had to forgo the pleasure that he usually gave himself 2 to 3 times a day.
As he was leaving the bathroom, instead of turning left back into the family room he couldn't help himself. He turned to the right and stood facing the doorway right next to the bathroom. She was in there. She was in his room right now, sleeping in his bed. He quickly thought to himself about last night. Last night he was able to feel her ass through her jeans and explore her body. This morning however, she would not be wearing those Calvin Klein's, would she? Chapter 6 – Saturday Morning and Sherry "Sleeps" with Brent
He knew in his heart of hearts that she was awake last night. She looked at him and smiled. But after that she "pretended" to go back to sleep so that the awkwardness would not exist between the two of them. That's what gave him even more strength to go ahead and turn the knob right now this morning. If she indeed was awake last night and she let him do that, then she would be willing to do it again, right? He pushed the door open slightly inside. The curtains were drawn so it was still rather dark. But there was just enough light so he could see. She was lying on her belly on the left side of the bed. So again he could easily reach her. He quietly walked into the room and gently closed the door until he could barely hear it latch.
He now could see that the sheets and blankets were totally off her. Did she kick them off in the night? Or did she hear him when he was in the bathroom and quickly move them aside as he entered? He didn't care. All he knew was he could see her entire body. Yet this time not only could he see her shapely ass, but he could see her bare legs all the way down. Her light blue nightshirt had ridden up slightly on the right. This exposed her pale yellow panties. At least he thought they were yellow. It may have been the morning light coming through the curtains. He took several more steps forward and now stood next to her. Yellow indeed, he confirmed to himself.
Last night he was hesitant, this morning not so much. He decided right then and there just to go ahead and touch the yellow material enveloping her ass. His right hand moved forward to her right cheek. The difference now versus last night was night and day. Last night he was feeling the hard stiff denim as he rubbed her butt. Now however, it was only soft cotton between his fingertips and her soft ass. In fact, he was amazed at how soft and flexible the flesh between his fingers was.
He moved his hand from the right cheek over to the left. She propped herself up for a brief second. He kept his hand exactly where was while she turned it him, smiled briefly, then laid back down with her eyes closed. She was obviously ready for more. He slightly squeezed her butt cheek. Within seconds though, he decided to find out how both together felt. He lifted his right hand and before the imprint on her left cheek was gone his left hand moved down and filled the void. In the same fluid motion his right hand now cupped the right side of her ass. He turned his shoulders to face the top of the bed and apply more pressure downward. He now was putting most of his weight down on her ass as he squeezed in a way that could be considered hard yet still soft. Despite his increased attention, his motion was still very slow. Nevertheless, it was beginning to be slightly more rhythmic in nature.
It was now time to move downward. As he did so, the cotton material disappeared and he could feel her bare flesh on his fingertips. Her thighs were miraculous! He continued to rub the back of her thighs gently with his fingertips. He then started to massage them with his whole hand. He was working on the left side because it was closest. But every once in a while he went to the right and massaged that leg so it would not feel left out. Sherry was still laying with her head down and not saying a word. He knew she was awake. But they both realized this was the way they were going to deal with it. If she acted like she was asleep, they didn't have to acknowledge it, talk about it, or deal with the emotions and confusing aspects. This way, they could simply act on their urges. Looking back, it was a pretty brilliant plan.
He moved back to her left thigh. He continued to rub it with his right hand and he moved his left hand back to her left cheek. This time, he slid his hand under the underwear. His left hand moved rapidly under the material and over her entire ass. Although the skin on her legs was smooth, her ass felt so much better under the yellow material.
It was time to try something else. He continued to slowly massage her bare ass with his left hand but now he moved his right hand up her leg and began to probe. He was completely unfamiliar with the female anatomy in person. But in recent months the magazines showed him all the detail between a woman's legs. He had an idea what was behind those panties and underneath her. Yet he had no idea what to expect as he began to move his hand further towards it. Despite all the pictures he had seen, he still was thinking the entrance was in the front. He did not fully realize that it was down below, close to where he was starting to reach.
As he moved his fingers between her warm thighs, she spread them further apart and she moaned slightly like someone would while they turned in their sleep. He immediately pushed his hand forward and towards her. He pushed slightly and his fingers were able to move forward further than he thought. He knew he was feeling her pussy at this point. Yet he still did not realize how close he was to entering her. Brent then started to move his hand up and down. With this motion, Sherry’s hips involuntarily started to move along with his hand. This was a sign he was obviously doing something right. He continued to move his hand up and down. Each time he did so he pushed his hand further down towards the bed. Unbeknownst to him, each of those motions was stimulating her clitoris for the first time in her life.
His motions grew more rapid, and her hips kept pace. Her breathing now was also louder and starting to almost mimic the pace of his hand. He had been so intrigued and concerned with her ever since he walked in the room. Consequently, he totally forgot about the semi-flaccid cock he had returned to his shorts just 15 minutes earlier. Only now it was no longer semi-flaccid. Instead, it was a raging hard on. The tip was sticking out past the waistband. He had already stopped rubbing her leg with his left hand because the position was awkward. It was only his right hand now that was exploring her pussy which he realized was damper that it was just minutes ago. With his left hand free, he used it to pull his waistband down and he reached and grabbed his cock. Even though he was right-handed and his cock was unfamiliar with this left palm, it still felt wonderful as it wrapped around the warm shaft. On his way to grip it, his hand brushed against the head. That part of his hand was now inadvertently damp from the pre-come that was covering the tip of his cock. He started to stroke his cock, all the while continuing his motion between her warm and damp thighs with his other hand. The left hand satisfying him was moving in time with the right hand pleasing her. However, she was still pretending to be "asleep". Despite the fact she was not formally acknowledging him, her breathing continued to grow deeper and more rapid and her breath was now matching his. His hands and their breath were in perfect timing and now their hips were gyrating together in unison.
This position was still awkward and he quickly had another idea. He let go of his cock and instead kneeled down to where his dick was touching the mattress through his shorts. Now he started to "fuck" the side of the mattress at the same pace as his hand and her hips. He did not know how much longer he would last until suddenly he heard everyone upstairs. Both of his hands reflexively stopped. Her hips were no longer moving either. Perhaps it was because he had stopped stimulating her; but he was sure the sound also scared her to death. Dear God, he thought. If I get caught in here we are in huge trouble. He could not chance it. He unfortunately and quickly pulled his hand from its warm confines. Then, as much as he hated to do so, he backed away from the bed.
As he walked backwards slowly he could at least continue to see her. She was still laying on her belly in pretty much the same position she was in when he first entered. However, instead her night shirt was no longer in the original position. Instead of being only slightly above one cheek it was now fully above her waist exposing her lower back. Furthermore, he could see that the yellow material of her panties was pushed deep inside her as the hair and folds of her pussy enveloped it. He quietly turned the doorknob and snuck out of the room hoping to God that his mother was not downstairs yet. Or at the very least, he hoped she was not in the hall. All seemed clear and he quietly closed the door and quickly went into the bathroom. Chapter 7 – Saturday Aftermath
The cold toilet was no longer deterrence. He instantly took off his shorts and sat back on the toilet rubbing his cock now with his usual right hand. Normally, he would take out enough toilet paper and lay it down to catch the fruits of his labor. There was no thought this time. Instinct had taken over and he wanted to come as fast as possible. It did not take long either. After several strokes of his hand he knew he was close. When it first hit him, the ejaculation felt stronger than ever. He was actually afraid it may hit the decorative towel hanging on towel rack on the wall in front of him. He didn't care. The sensation he was feeling was more than he had ever felt before. With one final stroke from the head to the base he completely erupted. The white semen literally spurted further than he had ever seen. It did not hit the towel, but it did make it all the way to the wall. As he leaned back, he could see low on the wall three large wet spots of white cum dripping down about to reach the baseboard.
He wanted to go ahead and clean it up quickly; but he needed another minute to rest. He actually leaned back and closed his eyes. Then it hit him. Was she doing the same thing? He quickly grabbed toilet paper and ran to the wall. He wiped the mess up and while doing so put his ear to the wall. He was now standing there naked below the waist with his cock still slightly erect. He listened for a little bit longer, yet ultimately heard nothing but silence. He anticipated doing this again tomorrow morning. He thought to himself that tomorrow he would instantly come in here afterward and listen to see if he could hear her. If she was masturbating he might hear her moaning or perhaps even having an orgasm. He figured he could always jack off with his ear against the wall. Chapter 8 – Flirting In the Windy City
The day was spent at the Museum of Science and Industry downtown. Although his uncle had been to visit in the past, Vicki and Sherry had not. They had to see Chicago. Brent lived approximately 45 minutes outside of the city. That is, it was 45 minutes on a Saturday morning. On any normal weekday morning you could easily add 30 more minutes to the drive. He knew this because he heard his father lament about it every normal weekday. He and Sherry sat together in the very back seat of the station wagon. They actually were facing the back and could see the traffic behind them.
It was a busy day, and they all covered the whole Museum. They also went for a walk through Grant Park in the evening. It was a fun day. It was similar to the many days he had spent with other out-of-town guests that had visited them. However, this was obviously different in that he spent most of this time flirting with one of the guests.
The flirting continued as it always did. The only thing worthy of mention during that time was a brief conversation in which Sherry’s statement controlled Brent activities for the remainder of her time there.
"How did you sleep last night?" He asked Sherry at one point. "You ended up passing out last night. Was my bed comfortable enough?"
"I slept like a rock." She reassured him.
It was the statement that followed that made him nervous, excited, and anxious all the once.
"Particularly in the morning, I could sleep through anything
in the early morning." He could see all of her braces due to the smile that crossed her face. Then, a chill went down his spine because she winked.
This told him everything. She was simply letting him know that she was going to always pretend she was asleep in the morning.
They all stopped for pizza on the way home. His dad's favorite pizza was Home Run Inn and their drive back was the perfect opportunity to take a short detour so he could share his favorite food with everyone. By the time they got home it was already pushing nine o'clock.
Their parents went into the den and were having drinks at the bar. Brent's little sister Nicole had already passed out and his dad carried her up to bed. So now he and Sherry were watching TV. The remote control was tethered to the television by a cord. In 1981, this was actually high-tech. He had preprogrammed four channels into the remote – 14, 16, 18, & 26. Respectively these were Showtime, HBO, The Movie Channel, & MTV. He did so because these were his favorites and he could almost always find something on. The other reason was that many times, particularly on weekend nights, he was sure to find a naked woman or two on his television by flipping through these channels. Needless to say, he began to flip through the channels. It might have been because of habit but more than likely it was because he wanted a naked woman to appear on screen with Sherry in the room.
In his haste to flip the channels like most guys do, he ended up boring her. She laid her head down on the floor. In a matter of seconds she was asleep. Since he was out in the family room, there was nothing he could do at this point. He continued to watch TV for a while longer and then he woke her.
As she rose, she regained her senses. "How long was I asleep?" She asked him.
"About a half-hour or so," he told her.
"Well I'm exhausted. I'll see you in the morning," A long pause took place, and then she followed "won't I?"
"I'm always up early." He reassured her with a smile on his face.
She turned down the hall. He then realized how tired he actually was and turned the TV off. He prepared his bed on the sofa within minutes. He couldn't wait until the morning. He knew he would be waking up early and joining her in his bedroom. The question in his mind was how far could it go? Ultimately, he would not be disappointed.
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