Growing Together - Part Four
Liz visits her doctor - Carl offers his help
GROWING TOGETHER Part Four - THE BUNTING FAMILY
Chapters 8, 9.10 and 11
Chapter 8 – Carl offers Liz his help The next day Doug walked with his daughter in the grounds of their home. “Liz, I want you to confide in me some more. What did you mean when you were talking to yourself, when I was loving you yesterday?” She pretended not to understand what he was saying at first, but he told her that she had been begging him not to cum inside her and give her a baby. She had also said something about doing it “the other way”. What did she mean? Liz was quiet for a while, then she said “Daddy I’ve got some more to tell you about me but it’s even more hard than telling you about me yesterday.” “Now listen Liz, I wasn’t angry yesterday when you trusted me. I will always love you whatever you’ve done and whatever you tell me. After much hesitation she gathered her courage and said “Well there’s a lot more to it than that, Daddy. I’d better tell you everything that I did.” The day after the boy had pumped his seed into Liz’s bottom hole she felt sore and went into the garden for solitude. Carl had found her there with tears in her eyes. “Hey, Liz. What’s the matter? What’re you crying for?” At first she couldn’t tell him and stood up to go to her room. As she moved she winced with discomfort and Carl begged her to tell him why she was hurting. How had she hurt herself? She sat, he put his arms around her and she burst out crying. Between her sobs she told Carl what the boy had done and said to her and why she was sore. Carl soothed her and said that he would sort the boy out, would thrash him and make sure he was too afraid ever to tell anyone what he had done. A lot of Liz’s distress was at the thought of the boy bragging to his friends, and of what they would call her and say to her. Any boy who knew would think he could do the same. Carl’s promise to look after her made her feel more secure and a little less unhappy. “Are you very sore, Liz?” She nodded her head ‘yes’. Then after some hesitation he said “You know I’m studying medicine, to be a doctor. Will you let me look to see if there’s any damage there?” “Carl, that’s gross. I couldn’t possibly let you look at me down there. You’re my brother.” “Liz, you don’t know how silly that sounds. It’s as though you’re saying that any other boy could look to see if you were OK, but not me. If you go and see our doctor he’ll have to know what happened and the whole story will be out. He’d certainly tell Mother about it. In any case, you must have seen the doctor about ‘female’ things. He must have seen you down there and even to have touched you there when he’s examined you. Chapter 9 – Liz’s visit to the family Doctor Liz blushed and remembered that her latest visit to see the family doctor was less than a month ago. She had been having discomfort with her periods and her Mother had advised her to see the doctor who had looked after her, and then the family for so many years. Her Mother had taken her into town and left her at the consulting room, then went into town for tea with a friend. Liz had the last appointment of the day, he was running late, and the last of the staff was leaving when the doctor called her into his room. He questioned her about her problem then said he would have to examine her, which included an intimate, an internal, examination. “Would you like me to call a nurse back to be present, or we could text your Mother and see if she can get back here before I need to examine you?” Liz wanted to get home to see a favourite TV programme. “No it’s OK Doctor, you go ahead.” “Very well. Go behind the screen and strip from the waist down, then lie on the couch and cover yourself with a blanket.” When she was ready he went behind the screen to her. He let down a sort of curtain so that what he did was hidden from her then started to press her tummy. “Does that hurt?” he asked. Reassured that it didn’t he pressed very hard in a different place and she winced. “I shall have to examine you internally. Do you know what that means, Elizabeth ? “Yes, Doctor.” “You know that I shall have to put my fingers inside your vagina and feel inside you? Are you happy for me to do that or would you like another female to be present?” She felt a bit nervous but she managed to whisper “Yes, Doctor, I mean no Doctor. There’s no need for another woman. Just do it.” After all, she thought, I’ve had a boy’s finger up me before. He lifted each foot in turn and put it into a stirrup, which left her with her legs wide apart, feet in the air with her sex totally exposed. “I need you to be more flat, Elizabeth . I’m going to lower the head of the couch.” He helped her head and shoulders to lie flat, then she was aware that the couch was being made to tilt so that her hips were raised. “Lift your hips” he said, and as she obeyed she felt a firm cushion inserted between her buttocks and the couch, positioned so that the edge reached her tail bone, leaving her nakedly exposed to his inspection. “I’m putting some jelly on my fingers so they will slip inside you without discomfort.” She felt his fingers lightly brush down her slit, down past her pussy opening, down over her most private hole which tightened at the unexpected touch. His fingertip circled the crinkled muscle, once, twice, and there was a gentle pressure. Then he gently parted her lower lips, searching out her vagina and this time there was a stronger pressure, his finger insisting on entry to her body. It slipped inside without discomfort. She could feel the slight fullness from his finger inside her. It began moving around, the finger probing, then started withdrawing and then was reinserted. She lay still, increasingly aware of the continual movement within her, and then as one finger was deep inside, she felt another finger touch softly over her clit. As it stroked her there she felt her clit swell. The finger inside began to move in and out again as the other gently brushed against her clit. Her hips were writhing on the couch. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Her breathing was heavy, panting, then her loins seemed to explode and she was bucking her hips onto his fingers, her voice crying out, making incoherent sounds. When she had stilled he stopped his movements and withdrew his finger. After a short silence he calmly said, “It was necessary for me to test some of your reactions to make sure there was no deep-seated reason for the problem you’ve been having. However, I found nothing to worry about except that physically you reacted incredibly quickly to a routine examination. You are of course 18 and at an age where you’re especially sensitive down there. I was surprised though by the speed and intensity of your response. Now I won’t mention it to your Mother. I don’t want to embarrass you with your Mum, but you’ve just had a full-blown orgasm. Perhaps what you’ve been experiencing is related to you growing into mature womanhood. What we will do is put you on the birth control pill because that will help to regulate your periods and make your life a little easier. You must come back and see me in 2 month’s time so that I can check that the pill is not having any side effects and I will then give you a prescription for continuing the tablets. I must warn you not to have intercourse for at least a full cycle, otherwise you could become pregnant.” He also told her that everything was normal and quite OK, that there were no ‘medical’ problems. “If you want to come back and see me again, privately, you can ring me yourself if you wish. I will give you a special number I give only to patients wanting very private, very confidential advice and treatment. You don’t have to mention it to your parents if you want secrecy. You needn’t hesitate to ask to see me because any future consultations will be completely free, your parents will get no bill to pay and of course I will never mention the matter to them. You will have complete patient confidentiality. If you do phone me, I will be able to make sure that no problems build up inside you.” Then he said he would just swab the jelly away. “Also, young lady, all of the secretions that ran out of your vagina!” Taking a cloth, he dampened it and softly wiped it between her wide-open legs. Her wetness had run right down between her cheeks and she felt very sensitive as he cleansed the whole of her bottom area. He softly patted her dry and finally took her feet out of the stirrups. “One more thing, Elizabeth , I will just make a few notes about your general condition. Just slip your top and bra off for me will you, please? As she lay there she unfastened the buttons of her blouse. He helped lift her shoulders and she deftly slipped out of it and unsnapped her bra.. She was conscious of being totally naked under his gaze and closed her eyes. He placed the stethoscope between her breasts and she shivered at its cold touch. He moved it from place to place, checking her breathing and heart. As he placed his fingers over her breast and tapped hard, he bent his head and listened to it echo inside her. His ear was brushing her nipple, then she felt his warm breath on her swelling breasts. Her nipples were erotically swollen, needle points of sensitive feeling. Her arms were trembling, her legs shaking as her emotions took her almost beyond her control. Her mouth was dry as she licked her lips. She was aware of her feminine wetness escaping again, dampening between her legs. “Good, good. Everything seems to be quite normal there, Elizabeth . Just your blood pressure now.” He wound the band around her arm and she felt the tightness on her as it inflated. “Excellent. I will make notes while you dress. You can get up now. Do you feel quite well, Elizabeth ? You seem flushed. Would you like to lie still for a while.” “No. No. I’m okay Doctor. Really I am.” He heard the tremor in her voice and secretly smiled to himself. He helped her to climb off the couch and as she modestly turned her back on him to slip into her panties, he looked at her tight round cheeks concealing the treasures of her young womanhood. He quickly adjusted himself, making his masculine reaction to her innocent beauty less noticeable. As she was leaving he handed her a piece paper with a phone number on it. He told her that he almost never gave the number out, only to very special people who might want great privacy in consulting him. She should hide the paper away and let no-one else see it, and must ring the number to make an appointment to see him in 2 month’s time. Since that time she had never mentioned it to anyone, and never intended to. She was pretty sure that the doctor had deliberately made her cum, but it had been so incredibly exciting and sexy that she secretly hugged the memory to herself. Chapter 10 – Carl the “Doctor” Mentally replaying her exposure and the explosion of intense feeling gave her the confidence to tell her brother that he could look to see if she was torn, or bleeding or anything. “I’ll show you in my room. They would never come in without me saying so,” Liz said. So they went separately into the house. There was in fact no problem with privacy as their Mum was leaving for a lunch date with friends, and Dad would not be home from the office until the evening. Liz stood tensely in front of her bed. Although other boys had stripped her naked and had seen and felt every part of her body, she had never been exposed to her brother since they had been bathed together as children. “What shall I do?” she asked nervously. Carl equally nervously said “Go in your bathroom, take off your skirt and panties and wrap a towel round you. Then come back and lie on the bed, on your tummy.” She quickly did as he said and lay down. Her brother’s heart was thundering in his ears. He was intensely conscious of Liz as a very attractive and well-developed teenager. Although he had suggested examining her with the best of intentions, he was now only aware that he was about to see his sister’s beautiful half-naked body. She lay flat on her tummy, her arms raised above her head, her hands gripping her pillow, her face turned away from him. He eased the towel from her hips and exposed the firm proud buttocks of his sister, with the deep cleft concealing the magic that lay unseen. His voice was shaking as he said “Can I just open your cheeks and look in between?” “Yes” she choked, her voice tight with nervousness. He knelt beside her and she felt the quiver in his hands as he touched her tight cheeks. She felt him stretch her apart and felt the muscle protecting her anus open slightly. He was panting and she was aware of his breath fluttering against her bottom hole. The tiny hairs along her spine were erect with nervous excitement and she shivered beneath him. He saw the tight but stretched hole, a little red around the edges, but with no signs of damage. Just below it he could see the end of her slit. He had to see more, he just had to. He couldn’t help taking advantage of the opportunity. “I can’t see properly. Get on your knees, head down, so I can examine you better” he croaked. Liz lay still on the bed and made no response. “Please, Liz, please. Please lift up so as I can see you.” he whispered. After a tiny pause, Liz did as he asked and the whole of her pussy and anal area was open to his view. The pouch of her sex was bulging, the lips thickening as he watched. Her bush was surprisingly thick and extended to the top of her slit. His whole body was trembling, his hands shaking with the beauty and mystery of what he had before him. His voice cracking with emotion he said “Everything looks fine on the outside, but I ought to check inside a little. With my finger. I’ll put some cream on you. OK?” He waited for her response but she said nothing, just stayed kneeling in front of him. He went into her bathroom and got some of her cream. She hadn’t moved when he returned. Her beautiful tight rounded bottom was still exposed, offered to his view. “Is it OK for me to touch you?” She didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak. Her throat was tight, her mouth was dry, there was a trembling within her, her breath was rasping in her chest and her heart felt as though it could burst. Hesitantly she nodded her head for him to go ahead. He took a blob of cream on his fingers and tentatively put it on her wrinkled hole. She flinched at the intimate touch and he paused, afraid she would tell him to stop, but she stayed kneeling, still silently open to his gaze and touch. His fingers started softly to rub the cream on her hole and Carl heard his sister’s breathing become louder, faster, as though she were running in a race. The very tip of his finger pressed lightly seeking admission, and as he pressed he felt her brace herself against him. His heart was racing, he knew that his sister would not, probably could not stop him now. His fingertip suddenly found entry and he slipped it in up to his first knuckle and she cried out. Then he withdrew it and got another blob of cream. His finger returned to her hole and he smeared the cream around it and with growing confidence, pushed it up her again. She made a gasping noise “Aaaaah.” Her arms were now shaking as they supported her. “Are you OK, sis” he croaked. She only nodded her head, still incapable of speaking. “Is it hurting too much?” She shook her head. He pushed his finger further, and then it was buried fully in her. He looked where his finger was, embedded in his sister, her ring of muscle tightly gripping his finger. He started to move it slowly in and out, in and out, and just as slowly her hips began to take on the rhythm of his finger as she pushed back against it. He took his finger out of her and her sphincter muscle seemed to grip the tip as it parted from her, as though reluctant to let it go. He reached below her to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. She raised each arm in turn to help him take it off, then he unclipped her bra and she shrugged out of it. Each time she returned submissively to her bottom up and head down position, but kept her face turned away from him, buried in her pillow, avoiding looking into her brother’s eyes. She was now completely naked in a position of total surrender. He guessed that her body was his to do with as he pleased so he reached down and cupped her hairy slit. She gasped, then groaned deeply as a shudder ripped down her body. Then he was rubbing at her cleft, opening her swollen lips with his fingers. He could see and feel she was soaking wet, her secretions glistening, and he slipped his fingers along her and found the feminine hole. Now, without asking permission, he began to probe her there. Despite his quaking excitement, he was still able to treat her most intimate parts with a softness and gentleness that no other boy had shown her. His fingers began exploring the whole of the beautiful pussy, nakedly surrendered to him, defenseless, helpless. Then his finger found her clit and he rubbed the hard button. Liz jerked and let out a muffled scream. As he rubbed he could feel it swelling. He bent to look at it and saw that it stuck out from her like a tiny hard nipple, covered by a hood of skin. She was wriggling her hips and murmuring incoherently into her pillow. Her body tensed, she jerked uncontrollably, then collapsed shaking on the bed, her hands desperately clenching her pillows, making sobbing noises. For a moment he thought he had hurt her, but she turned her face to him and he saw she was sobbing with delight, a satisfied smile on her face. “Sis, are you OK. Did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I had to. Are you sure you’re OK?” She closed her eyes and gasped “Oh boy, yes.” She was panting as she turned onto her back, her knees raised, feet apart and her legs falling open, her naked body totally abandoned to him. Her breasts were heaving, nipples hard. As he knelt beside her, she opened her eyes and at last looked shyly at his face. “Gee, Carl, that was fantastic. Oh hell it was so good. I loved it. I had the most fantastic orgasm. I loved what you did to me.” Her eyes fell to his crotch and saw the bulge in his pants. She reached out and brushed her fingers over his hardness. “Oh, Carl, are you OK. Can I help you with that?” she whispered. He groaned. “Liz, my balls are aching. God I need it. Please Liz, please, oh yes, oh yes, yes. Please hold it for me.” He unsnapped his trousers and pulled the zipper down, got off the bed, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants and shorts, stepping out of them. Despite the different boys who had forcibly tried to invade Liz’s intimate body, she had never really examined a boy’s rampant cock, only been made to hold one in her hand. She had seen boys on the beach wearing their swimming trunks, but she had never seen a completely nude adult male body. Especially a male body that was raging with sexual excitement and the desire to possess her. Her eyes fastened on his cock, on the tight hairy sac swelling below, on the dark bush of his pubic hair, running up to his belly button like a tiny whirlwind. Then back to that throbbing prick jutting demandingly, arrogantly, in front of him. Again she had that feeling of female power over the male. It was her body, his desire for her body that had made him lose all control, aware only of his own compulsive need for her. She put her hand out and he moved towards her. At least she knew what she had to do with her hand although she hadn’t yet learned much of how to handle what came after. She took his prick in her smooth small fingers and slid them towards the knob, then back down, then up to his knob again in a gentle regular rhythm. “Am I doing it right?” she whispered softly. “Is this what I have to do?” Carl just groaned and told her not to stop. She pulled on his dick and he moved towards her. Then he lay back on her bed and she got up on one elbow, wrapped her thumb and fingers around his cock and started to pull his foreskin up and down, over his knob and back again. Carl’s eyes were tightly shut. His face screwed in a grimace of intense pleasure as his sister’s hand worked him up and down. His hips were moving against the rhythm of her hand. He was fucking her fingers, but in his mind he was fucking the holes that had been so lewdly exposed to him minutes before. “Liz, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh god, oh god, Sis I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m comiiiiing.” Then he was jerking and spurting. Liz had bent her head to see his cock up close and was taken by surprise as the first jet splattered on to her nose and mouth. She pulled back but kept working on his dick as it continued to erupt over his chest and stomach. He opened his eyes and saw her lovely young face with his cum on it, looking at his cock. She saw his eyes open, and opened her mouth to speak. His cum ran over her lips and went into her mouth. Tentatively she tasted it, then licked her lips and swallowed what was there. “It tastes funny,” she said “funny but nice.” Slowly his body relaxed onto his sister’s bed and his breathing calmed. She lay propped up beside him, watching his face, her hand still wrapped around his shrinking cock. She looked down at it, released it from her grasp and stroked his balls. “Ohhh” he said, “be careful, they’re feeling a bit tender now.” She lifted her hand from his cock area and dipped her fingers into the cum on his chest and belly, rubbing the magical emission into his skin. She scooped a little onto her fingers and rubbed it on her nipples, which immediately tweaked up at the silky contact. Finally, with little pauses, she gathered more of his cum on her fingertips and raised it to her mouth, her tongue coming out to lick the spunk and taste it. She bent her head to his body and started to lick the remainder from his belly button, his chest and finally, after looking at it and hesitating, from the tip of his knob itself. Carl’s reflex reaction was to immediately push his cock against her lips and they parted a little to admit him. She sucked. He was soft and slippery and it went into her mouth. “Don’t start on me for a few minutes or I’ll have aching balls for the rest of the day. Give me time to recover!” She smiled down at him and said “I won’t be giving you much time off now you’ve done such rude things to me. Brothers aren’t allowed to get in their little sister’s panties and put fingers and things in them. Now you’ve taken advantage of me, you’re just going to have to do it to me whenever I want. You’ve shown me how good it can be. If you don’t I’ll just tell Mum what you forced me do!!” Then with a tap on his dick and an impudent grin on her face she stood up and went into her bathroom. As she returned he watched his naked sister. Her beautiful face. Her mouth with full sensuous lips that had sucked and swallowed spunk from his cock. Her proud and jutting breasts tipped by tiny pink nipples, soft now from her sexual release. Her slim legs with a very sexy gap at the top in which he could see the pouting nether lips that had just been gifted to him. The womanly curve of her hips, and her dark triangle of curly sex hair. She brought a wet face cloth, telling him that he had better wipe dry before any of his stuff got on her sheets. They lay together on her bed, both quite naked, belly-to-belly. “Gee Sis, that was incredible. I was desperate to put it up you but I didn’t dare” he murmured. “I’m glad you didn’t, I don’t want a baby,” she whispered “but if you’d tried to, I couldn’t have stopped you. I’ve got the pill now but my doctor says to take care still.” “Hey great, Liz. So we can do it all the way properly soon? Have any of your boy friends ever got it up you?” “Yes we can, but not yet. No they haven’t. I wouldn’t let them. Some of them have put their hand in my panties. But you’re the first to get anything up my pussy.” She paused and said with a small catch in her voice “although Harry did it in my bottom hole yesterday.” Then Liz asked “Do you really think that pig has done it to his sister that way?” “Well, I suppose so. In fact after what we’ve just done together it makes a lot of sense. If a brother and sister are going to keep on doing it to each other, it would be good for the girl to learn to take it in her bottom if she wasn’t on the pill.” “Hey,” Liz said “it’s OK for you to say that, but when Harry forced it up me I thought I was being ripped apart.” “But did my finger hurt when I got it in you?” he asked. “In where?” she giggled. “You had it up my bottom then in my pussy.” Carl said “in your ass of course! You were obviously very happy to have it up your pussy!! You were soaking wet, Liz. It was like Niagara up there!!” She gave him a playful slap. “It felt funny in my…, when you… you know put in my bottom. At first I was afraid it would make me want to dash to the bathroom, but it didn’t hurt at all, perhaps because of all the cream you used. It didn’t even hurt when you got it right in me, and moved it in and out.” “Well if you like I’ll use a lot of cream and we can try putting my cock in you there. I’ll stop straight away if you tell me to, I promise not to force it up you” She was quiet for a while, then said she would think about it. They heard a door slam downstairs and jumped guiltily. Carl grabbed his clothes and flung them on. “I’m going to slip down the back stairs” he whispered. As Liz silently went into her bathroom, Carl glided noiselessly through her door and quietly pulled it shut. He made it downstairs without meeting anyone, and heard his sister’s shower start running. He found that Jenny, the house help, had just come in for the day and was relieved that the door had slammed, because it was Jenny’s job to clean the bedrooms and change the sheets. In his excitement he had forgotten to lock Liz’s bedroom door. God if she had walked in on him and Liz naked together on the bed, she might have, might have done - what he wondered? Would she really have told on them? She was he guessed, in her early 30’s and he knew she had two children and that her husband had been killed in a car accident a couple of years ago. She was attractive and fresh faced with a curvy figure that Carl had mentally brought to mind on many nights, when he had pulled at his prick until he came. She was always very friendly to both Liz and himself. He said hello to her, and having established that he was downstairs, he then began to go upstairs to his room. She asked if she could come up and do his room now, and he said he had only just come in from the garden, but sure she could do his room, he would just get a book from there. They went up together, into his room and Jenny quickly pulled the covers off his bed. She stood looking at the sheet and Carl turned away, embarrassed, as he had forgotten that he had been having a lot of wet dreams and his sheets were spotted with stiff cum stains that had leaked through his sleeping shorts. Jenny had been noticing the marks for some time now, and she reached out and touched a large stain, then looked up at him and smiled. She rubbed her fingers on the blemish and licked her lips. She pushed the door closed and went back to his bed, again touching the marked sheet. “What a terrible waste this is. There are better places for this to go,” she told him. Then she looked deliberately at his crotch and touched her breast. She really was an attractive woman thought Carl, but at the moment he felt totally drained by his sister. He blushed and said “I, errr, I umm, I don’t know what you mean Jenny.” She smiled at him “Sometime I will have to explain. What book are you reading?” and she came close to take it from him. He lifted it up and she sniffed, then sniffed again. She took his hand and held it to her nose. “Well, well now, who’s been at the honey pot. And whose honey is it?” she said. “I think this has been somewhere that boys like to get into, and not just with their fingers either!” He blushed deep red and stammered, but could say nothing intelligible. “Who’s the lucky girl?” she asked. “It can’t have happened long ago because it smells so fresh and sweet, in fact just as a very young girl would smell. A young girl, and your sister is taking a long shower. Hmmm”. Carl’s face changed from deep red to very pale. “So that’s who it is, you sly young thing” said Jenny. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you to your Mum, but you might have to do me a few favours! Now you be sure you don’t get her pregnant. Do you hear? What a scandal that would be!” Carl bolted down the stairs and into the garden, his mind in turmoil. What had she meant by doing her some favours? Whatever they were he would have to do as she asked or she might tell his Mother. Chapter 11 – Carl and Liz become even closer That night, the family stayed up watching a TV show, then Laura said, “Come on you two, off to bed. In fact I’m going myself. Are you coming, darling?” she said to her husband. She gave him a meaningful look, and Doug grinned and said sure, he was nearly ready and would come up. Their children went upstairs and the parents moved together on the couch and began to kiss, then broke apart as Doug took Laura by the hand and walked her towards the stairs. As usual, Laura and Doug knocked on each of their children’s bedroom doors, wishing each a good night. When Carl heard the door of his parent’s bedroom close he quickly showered. When he had finished their shower was running; perhaps both were in there together? He smiled at the thought and put on a pair of sleeping shorts. He crept silently to Liz’s room, eased the door and slipped inside, locking it behind him. The curtains were not drawn closed, and the room was quite light from a full moon. His sister was lying on top of her bed wearing a thigh length nightie which buttoned from neck to hem. Her eyes were shining in the moonlight. “Can I come and join you?” he whispered. She moved over, beckoned to him and he lay beside her. The heat from her body was like a fire in the cold light of the moon. He inched closer and felt the pressure of her hip against his groin. Liz, too, could feel her brother’s heat and as he got close, felt the bulge of his manhood against her. He pushed slightly and the bulge grew harder. Another push and the bulge took a definite shape. It was now prodding at her hip. She felt his hand on her breast, over her nightie, and she shivered and drew a deep breath. Her heart was racing and she felt a prickle of perspiration on her upper lip. His fingers were clumsy, frantically seeking to undo her buttons. One by one he fumbled them apart as she lay shuddering with anticipation. The last button was undone. He gently parted the flimsy covering. His throat constricted as he found her naked beneath her nightie. Her chest was heaving but otherwise she lay quite still. He looked down on her and her skin was dull ivory in the cold light, her breasts with dark tiny nipples pointing excitedly at him. Her tummy dipped below her ribs and her pubic hair was a black triangle, nestling and dipping between her thighs. The smooth curve of her mound as it disappeared into the mystery that lay hidden between her legs made him shake. His trembling hand cupped one of her breasts. “Have you thought about what I said earlier, about me doing it to you?” he whispered. She nodded, unable to speak. “Can I do it then?” Her trembling voice barely reached him as she said “No. Not in my bottom. Not yet. It’s too sore. Please, you’ve got to give me more time. I’m on the pill now but the doctor said not to let a man do it for two months or I could get pregnant.” Carl could not feel disappointed, not with his naked sister lying there, her body offered to him. Liz had really not been able to concentrate on her brother’s words, she had subconsciously just played it safe for a while. Her only awareness was of her aching breasts, tight and swollen from her excitement. Her nipples were tingling needles, aching to be touched; lower down her stomach was a tight knot, the area between her legs a mass of jangling nerves. She couldn’t think clearly. Her mind was fogged, thoughts blurred by the intensity of her emotions. He began to caress, oh so softly, the nipple rigid, and she couldn’t suppress a strangled scream. Carl quickly put his hand over her mouth. “For Christ’s sake Liz, keep quiet, they’ll hear you!” “Did I make a noise?” she panted. “Yeah. Now, can you keep it quiet?” Liz couldn’t think coherently. She really couldn’t think at all! What the hell was her brother wittering on about? Why the HELL had he stopped. “Touch me again Carl. Please touch me again.” “OK. I’m going to touch you now, so be ready.” She felt him again trickle his fingertips over her breast. Below it. Around it. Her mind could hear her emotions as though they were speaking to her but she uttered no words. ‘Why isn’t he touching my nipple? she thought. I want to feel his fingers on my nipples. HE DAMN WELL HAS TO TOUCH MY NIPPLES.’ ‘Aaaaaahhh at last. Have I made a noise again? He hasn’t stopped so it must be OK. God am I wetting myself? No, it isn’t coming from there. I’m leaking alright. But it’s coming from my girly hole. It’s my wets. Oh god I’m wet. His hand’s leaving my breast. If he stops now I’ll kill him.Ahhh.’ ‘It’s going down. Down. Down. I want to giggle. It’s tickling my tummy. It’s not tickling anymore. Oh yes. Oh yes. His fingertips are riffling on my pubes. My legs are opening for him. He’s still playing with my hairs. Brushing them. Scratching lightly on my mound. Put your fingers in between. Carl put your goddamned fingers between by legs. IF YOU DON’T PUT YOUR FINGERS………. . His hand is over my mouth again. Did I yell? The feeling was electric. His fingers smell of me. His fingers smell of my pussy juices!!! He must have had them in my slit. God the feeling was so intense I didn’t know where he was. Do it again, Carl. I’m ready this time. Carl do it ag--- Ahhhhhhh’ ‘Well I was nearly ready. Can’t have made much noise. He’s still got his fingers there. Ohhhh the feeling as he slips them up and down, up and down. Yes. That’s right Carl. Just there. Yes, Press, push.’ “Ah” “Ahhh” “ Ahhhh” “ Ahhhhh” ‘It’s IN. IT’S IN. I can feel it. It’s right up me. His knuckles are banging against my ass. My ass. Why did I stop him. He can have it if he wants it. I want it. I want it everywhere. I want it anywhere. Please don’t ask me…just DO it…do me….please do me. Yes rub me there as well. Not too hard. Gently. Gently, stroke it. Keep your finger in me as well. Yes Ohhhhh yes, both together. Pleeeaaaasssee.’ Carl knew he was making it good for Liz. Her mouth was making small noises as though she was talking, but she wasn’t. Her body was moving constantly on the bed as his hands roamed her. He had his fingers in her slit now. Wow. She nearly yelled out loud again. She’s wet through. It’s like silk. Beautiful, soft, warm, squishy, silky, mushy, wonderful, pussy. His sister’s beautiful pussy. Her hole. Rubbing her hole. Finger tips at her hole. It’s in. I’ve got it in her again!! Wow it’s just gone right in to the end of my finger. I’m going to make her cum with my finger. Move it in and out. There’s that hard lump again. Rubbing it gently with the side of my thumb. Doing her with my finger. What’s that she’s saying? Move my ear to her lips. What’s she saying? “Carl, put it in me. Please. Please I want it in. Oh Carl. Carl. It’s good. It’s good. Yes. Yes. I like that. Keep doing that to me. Do it again. Carl I want it in.” “Can’t put it in you, Liz. Got no protection. No babies. Don’t ask me. Please don’t ask me.” “Got to, Carl. In the other one then. The one you want to put it in. You can do it to me. Safe there. Please. Please. Put it in me there.” “No. No. Liz. No.” Finger still moving in and out. Thumb seeking, finding, rubbing. Hips bucking, thrusting at him. Her voice softly mouthing an ecstatic accolade to his manipulation of her innocent body. Her legs closing, gripping, holding his fingers to herself. His mouth clamping on hers to muffle the sounds of her intense orgasm. Her hips arrested in mid-air, then slowly her buttocks collapse onto her bed. Her legs fall widely open. His fingers are still, quiet inside her. He could feel the throbbing, the pulsing of her internal muscles. The wetness that covers all of his hand. Her body was beaded with sweat. As she calmed, her mental fog, the white cloud that had wrapped her mind, began to clear. Her wonderful, kind, gentle, loving brother had given her, had given her……. . she couldn’t find words for the sensations that a woman has to experience, cannot imagine, has to know, cannot possibly articulate. And he had made her feel them. He was so gentle, so patient, so kind, so understanding. She would do anything for him. Anything. She reached out for him. His maleness was hard. It was incredible how something that could be so small and soft could get so big and hard. As she grasped it he groaned. “Pull it, Liz. Pull it for me. Make me come.” “Carl, listen to me. I want to make it good for you like you did for me. Try to hold it back. Try not to come yet. I want to feel it in my hand, and I want to see your face, and I want to see it spurt. And…. ooohhh Carl, I want to make it feel just wonderful for you. Lie on your back for me.” He turned, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. He felt the soft pressure of her fingers, the gentle tug as she pulled his foreskin over the glans, over the head. Then there was a moist soft presence at the very tip. He looked down. Her head was bent over his thighs. Her lips were touching the end of his cock. She was holding him upright; he could see his rod pointing straight up at her face. Her lips parted, her mouth opened and a wet luxurious warmth engulfed him. He felt her suck on him. Her fingers were slowly milking his length. Her teeth lightly grazed his shaft. She released him from her mouth and began a stronger, firmer movement with her hand. “Cum for me, Carl. I want to see it. I want to taste it. Cum for me. I want you, I love you. I want you to do it to me. Any way you want it. You can put it in me anywhere. Oh Carl, I’ve got to have this in me.” “Liz. Liz. I’m coming. Faster. Harder. Please Liz. Please. Pleeeeease. Aaaaaaaahhhhh.” With his long drawn out “please” she knew he was there. She bent her head and took him inside her mouth. There was the unbelievably sensuous feeling of having a man’s arrogant masculinity, helplessly held within her mouth, so powerful and yet so vulnerable. Then it was jetting his essence into her, and she was swallowing, swallowing, gulping at the spasmodic flow. She sucked a final time, held her lips closed as she pulled him free. She lifted her head and kissed him, letting his final discharge flow from her lips onto his tongue. “Like the taste?” she asked mischievously. “From you, to me, to you, with love!” They clung to each other in exhausted love. Liz suddenly woke to the fact they were both beginning to relax and fall into sleep. “Carl, Carl, don ’ t go to sleep. You’ve got to go to your room now.” Reluctantly, her brother slipped from her arms, out of her bed, put on his shorts and gave her a final kiss. “Liz. You are fantastic and beautiful and I’m never going to have enough of you.” ‘Well dear brother, you had better start putting your thingy where your words are then. Nighty night. Be good” and she pushed him away with a giggle. He crept silently down the long corridor and listened at his parent’s door. He could hear a murmur, then quite clearly his Dad saying “kneel up, I want it doggie.” His cock twitched as he realised that his Mum and Dad must be naked on the bed, with Mum by now kneeling waiting for her husband’s penetration just as Liz had waited for him earlier. He pressed closer to the door and heard her say “Whooo that’s it. Oh darling that’s it. Right up. Right up. Not too fast I want it to ~ Ohhh yes put your thumb in me, right there.” He tried to form a quick mental picture of his Mum’s hairy quim exposed to his Dad. He wondered if it looked just the same as his sister’s. He’d never really thought of his parents ‘doing it’ before. And while his Dad had been playing with his Mum’s body, getting ready to do it to her, he’d been doing it to his sister, their daughter, only a few yards away!! As he climbed into his bed the thought of what his Dad was now looking at and feeling slipped from his mind, as he pictured the precious gifts his young sister had surrendered to him. He drifted off to contented sleep. To be continued Part Five – Jenny thinks back - Carl helps Jenny hang pictures
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