take part in myself. I was very much ready to come myself and since we were two of the same kind we might as well enjoy this together, instead of making it a solo tour. But she might not be completely ready for doing it together, the more so since I was her sister, so turning slowly to give her time to compose herself, I faced her with an innocent smile on my face.
“Why, Jean, you have forgotten to put on your nightgown, or do you always sleep in the nude these days? A lot must have changed since I left home, because father would never have permitted it for me.”
“I don't think he would approve of it now, were he to know it,” she answered, with a sensuous smile on her lovely face, “but he doesn't come into my bedroom any longer. He thinks I'm too old for that, so I do as I please in here. I love to sleep in the nude, so I never wear anything. Sometimes I even spend the afternoon here in the nude. I like being naked. I like to feel my own body without clothing!”
The last she said with something of vehemence, like she wanted me to dare disapprove of it, but I couldn't do anything except smile at her.
“You are getting quite frank and naughty are you not? But don't worry, I won't tell. Besides, I prefer to sleep in the nude myself so I think I'm going to forget about the nightdress I brought and slip in with you in the nude.”
Coming closer to the bed, she wanted to move over and make room for me, but I had other things in mind.
“No, stay where you are,” I told her. “I want to sleep on the wall side, if you don't mind.”
Stepping over her I felt her eyes resting on my pussy and I paused just for a short time to give her a better view. My cunt lips must have parted a little, so my sister had a clear view of my charms. She must have noticed the slight dampness of my slit as well, because in anticipation of what was going to come and with an inevitable certainty, I had started to get wet!
With not too much of a hurry I slipped under the covers, and much to my surprise Jean immediately switched off the lights. The little monster must already have come and now feeling too shy to go into my little seducing game…
I felt rather annoyed with her and the way things developed but I still didn't want to rush things and scare her off completely. And I still might be wrong about her and she may not be as hot-blooded as I thought her to be. I was nearly dying for an orgasm, but I didn't dare to toss myself off under these circumstances, and with a heavy heart I tried to get to sleep.
I was just about to doze off when I clearly felt the blankets move in a most familiar way. Jean must have thought me asleep, but her need to frig herself must have been too urgent, so she obviously had not checked carefully. And now, here in the dark, lying beside me, she was once more tossing herself off, masturbating herself just like I used to do and still do, but with one exception-I want to have the lights on when I go at myself; I want to see my fingers reaming my slit, and sometimes I make use of a mirror to help me see it.
I let her go on for some time, although I found it very hard not to take over the task of her agile fingers. But I wanted her to be well on her way to coming before I interrupted her, so she couldn't very well back out on me again. Let the little bitch enjoy herself for some time and then she will be ready for me to take over and masturbate her. Let her frig me to the orgasm I needed so badly.
Soon she was softly moaning beside me and her young delightful body was bucking up and down the bed. I knew she wasn't very far from coming now and this was the moment I had chosen to enter the action.
In one swift motion I turned on the lights with one hand, using the other to draw back the blankets, uncovering her while she still had her hand between her legs. Her startled little cry made me laugh, but I had my way. She didn't have the time to take her finger out of her slit. In the rather harsh light of the room she looked rather silly, with one hand covering her quim while the other was closed over her mouth. Tears of surprise came to her eyes. I seated myself beside her and taking her in my arms I hugged her in a comforting and more than sisterly way.
“Don't cry, little Jean, I won't tell anybody what you have been doing.”
“I feel so ashamed,” she whispered, “but I just had to do what you saw me doing. I couldn't hold back any longer. And it was your presence and the way you looked, all naked and beautiful, that made me do it.”
“But there isn't anything to be ashamed of, darling. You are not the only one who amuses herself like that at night.”
“But… but… I've been told it is all wrong, unhealthy and abnormal. It makes your eyes go all funny, and all sorts of things.”
“Whoever told you this nonsense?” I said in blazing fury. “It's completely normal, and as far as your health is concerned, it does relieve you when you have done it, doesn't it? So it can't be very well unhealthy, and besides, how can anything so nice and lovely be unhealthy and abnormal?”
“Do you also do it then, Mitzy? Oh, I would be so glad if I knew you also liked to do this. I thought I was the only one who did this. And I always thought it must be unhealthy, because it always leaves me weak and breathless and I feel all funny when I stand up.”
“Yes, it will make you feel like that, but it also makes you feel happy and satisfied, doesn't it? It will make you feel exhausted after you have creamed good and properly. And as an answer to your first question… just look at me!”
Throwing the blankets away from me I showed Jean in what sort of position I found myself. It wasn't so different from hers. My legs were spread and with two fingers of one hand I was holding open my cunt for the stiff Anger of the other hand to better penetrate my Gripping slit. This one finger was rapidly agitating between the hairy lips of my cunt. In other words, I was very busily tossing myself off, proving to Jean I also knew how to amuse myself. With a cry of pleasure Jean threw herself at me and before I knew what was going to happen she had begun to kiss my breasts with a fervor I would not have thought possible a couple of minutes earlier. She was really very fast in learning and she must have known the sensitivity of a tit very well. She must have found this out in her solitary hours in her room when she walked around naked and stroked and caressed her own body.
“Oh, darling Mitzy, I'm so terribly happy you also do this, that you also love the pleasure it gives one. Please don't stop. I'm going to join you. I'm really going to give myself that lovely feeling together with you. What did you call it? Coming? Well, I'm going to come like I've never come before, knowing I won't be alone tonight, knowing you will be lying beside me, doing the same thing, enjoying yourself the way I am. Oh, I love to do it so much. All during the day I think about it. What I'm going to do at night in bed… how I'm going to do it… oh, it's so lovely, so terribly lovely…”
She threw herself on her back again and now without any shame or shyness she began to masturbate herself, trying to keep the same rhythm as I.
Although I would have loved to feel her finger in my slit right now instead of tossing myself off, just as much as I would have loved to masturbate her lovely little quim, I was satisfied for this moment to frig myself lying by her side. Swiftly I brought myself to an orgasm and Jean joined me like she said she would when we both creamed profusely, wetting our fingers with the sticky spunk. We didn't stop right after we had creamed, but kept on wanking ourselves till we could not stand it any longer and had to relax, while passion still shook our bodies.
But I was only permitted a very short rest, which I didn't mind too much, because my darling sister, having tasted the sweet fruits of passion together with another person for the first time, wanted to start right away again. Cuddling up close to me she let her head rest between my breasts. Occasionally she kissed my nipples, while she started to question me.
“Have you done this more often? I don't mean frigging yourself, because I know only too well that once you have started this it is impossible to stop. You just have to have it, every day, every night. But I mean… did you ever do this with anybody else? Did you ever share the same bed, seeing one another do it? I think it is so much nicer than doing it all alone. And I wonder…”
She didn't finish her last sentence and having a good idea what she was about to say, I didn't press her to go on.
“I think I know exactly what you wanted to say, Jean. Of course, my innocent little darling, I've done this more often. And actually it's the only really nice way to do it, although when nobody else is around, a quick frig all by yourself can be very satisfying indeed. But to do it together with somebody else is of course far more satisfying and there are so many variations possible in making love, because that is what you are, doing-making love to yourself! All women of all ages do this sort of thing, together or alone, with a man or with a girl friend.”
“Do you think Mother has also done it?”
