“Has done it? Well, my darling, that is something of an understatement. Do you really mean to say you have never caught her at it? The way I used to do when I was still at home…”
“Did you actually see her doing it? Oh, I would never have thought she could, but it certainly does explain some of the noises I hear sometimes when she shuts herself in her room during the afternoon.”
“So you have heard her frigging herself? But you should see her! She really is a sight to see, the way she goes for her snatch… and she has a lovely one! I tell you what, tomorrow, when Father has gone to Mass, I have planned to seduce her into doing it together with me. Now that you are such a nice girl and my darling little sister, I want you to join us. So there will be the three of us, all doing it at the same time. Just try to imagine what a sight that would be. The three of us, our hands between our legs, frigging like mad, trying to get our orgasms all at the same time. Oh, we can work out something real nice between us. I might make her frig you, or she can frig me, or you wank her… whatever you like! It could really be one big frigging and wanking orgy. The three of us frigging each other, our fingers buried in the other's slit, bringing the juices out, creaming over each other's fingers…”
On purpose I had mentioned the possibility of frigging one another, just to make her aware of this first variation she should learn concerning the noble art of masturbation. I felt she should quickly understand what I meant, and I was not wrong. My little sister was really quick in understanding this sort of thing.
“I think I would love to be frigged by her,” she said with shining eyes. “It must be really marvelous, just to lie there and let yourself be played with. Not to do anything at all and still get this marvelous feeling-coming, I mean! And come to think of it, I would just love to do it to you right now. I hope you will let me. There is so much I still have to learn, but I already like everything that goes with this and the quicker I learn, the better. Please, Mitzy, let me masturbate you. I want it so much,' and you can tell me whether I'm doing all right. You must know all the right motions to give the most pleasure…”
When she talked about frigging me she had sounded a little hesitant and since I didn't want to miss this excellent chance to have myself masturbated by my little sister, I hastened to get her over this sort of hesitancy.
Spreading my legs as wide as possible was just a matter of split seconds, and my cunt was open before her admiring glances. She just couldn't take her eyes from it, and without hurrying her-although I nearly died to feel her hand upon me-I let her have her own way and gave her all the time she wanted to look at me. But a person of normal red-blooded sensuality can hold out only for a certain time and I decided that something had to be done after some time.
“Seat yourself between my legs, Jean, with your legs over mine,” I said, lifting myself to a sitting position. “You can see anything you want to see and do anything you want to do. Besides, it will also give me the chance to do something for you as well.”
Seated like this we both had full and easy access to the other's cunt and Jean could not have asked for a better position the first time she was going to have sex with somebody else. Taking her hand I guided it to my cunt, although she really didn't need much guidance, because she was all eager and ready to get started.
When her hand rested upon my slit, I brought mine to hers and gently pried the slippery lips open, entering her cunt with one finger up till the first digit. Following me in every movement, Jean didn't have too much trouble in learning how to frig another woman properly. Besides, she had had lots of exercise on her own hot slit and knew exactly what she liked best, which corner to touch, what gave her the most satisfaction, etc., my own hand also played my song of love on her charming cunt and swollen red clit.
When I felt my orgasm approaching I told her to stop and make her tell me the same thing about herself. She was a bit reluctant to do this but when I explained this would prolong our pleasure she was all for it and so we went on for quite a long time, busily frigging one another, stopping at intervals in order not to cream too quickly, taking up where we had left when our passion had subdued a little.
Obviously the randy little bitch had never thought about this when she worked herself over, being too randy for it and in too much of a hurry to cream herself silly…
The way we went at it, it took us a long time to come, but there is a certain moment when you just can't stop. When this arrived we were both at the same height of passion and lucky for us we creamed together this first time we mutually masturbated each other. Happy convulsions shook our bodies when we spurted the sticky cunt juice over the other's finger, and tired but satisfied, we tumbled into each other's arms.
With one hand covering a breast and the other closed over a still dripping slit we happily fell asleep. I dreamed about all the things I could still do with my little sister and she must have had the same sort of thoughts, for she rubbed herself against me in her happy sleep.
I imagined what it would be like to have her suck me or suck her lovely slit, and needless to say this excited me no end, but I decided not to wake her up and introduce her to this way of making love. It would be much better to save this till the next day, when we would have all morning and the afternoon to go further on the road of love. If things developed the way I thought they would I could always call my boss and ask for an extra couple of days. Knowing Jim, I knew he would not refuse me this, especially if he knew I needed those extra days to introduce my little sister to vice and lasciviousness.
During the night I woke up a couple of times, but Jean was still sleeping exhausted beside me and I didn't start anything with her. But on one of the occasions I could not hold out any longer and looking at her while she lay beside me, one hand having involuntarily slipped between her legs, I brought on a quick but all the same satisfying relief by tossing myself off with quick and agile fingers. Licking my own spunk from my fingers, I once more fell asleep satisfied and happy for the moment. I didn't wake up till the next morning when Jean brought me morning tea and kissed my still nude breasts till I opened my eyes.
I quickly let my hand run under her dressing gown to feel whether she had bothered to put her panties on and I wasn't surprised the least when I found she had not.
Her young and eager slit immediately opened under my fingers and I could not resist the temptation of slipping one finger inside and for a short while I rubbed her erected clit, but I didn't make her come, much to her annoyance. I wanted to save that for a little later. No matter how much she pouted and made ugly faces at me, she had to postpone her randiness a little. Obviously I didn't tell her I had frigged myself during the night while she was fast asleep. I think she would have been furious if she had known this.
CHAPTER 5
I came downstairs after I had taken my bath and carefully perfumed myself all over- remember, I was on the seduction tour. The breakfast table was ready, and Mother, Father and Jean were waiting for me…
I had not dressed myself and told Jean to do the same, so the two of us were just wearing our housecoats. Father looked a bit surprised at this rather unusual outfit for his tastes, but he didn't say anything.
Jean winked an eye at me as if she wanted to say: “He is finally learning, the old prude!”
I winked back at her and decided not to make any excuse or explanation for my way of dressing. The least said the better, and besides, he was going to leave for church right after breakfast, so why should we worry. Breakfast went on very pleasantly and Father didn't insist we should join him in going to church, instead he more or less wanted us to stay home.
“You have been away for such a long time, Mitzy,” he said, “I think your mother and sister and you couldn't really enjoy Mass today. I'm sure the three of you have a terrible lot to talk about and I think for this once, you should stay home instead of going to church. Talk all you want and have fun. I will be back later in the afternoon.”
Since my father had to fulfill his duties as a church elder he always had to leave very early on a Sunday and he stayed at church most of the day. This of course would give me a lot of opportunity to have something more than just talks and fun with my mother and sister.
After Father had left we quickly washed the dishes and sat down to enjoy another cup of coffee. I seated myself close to Mother and giving Jean a wink to pay good attention I opened my first attack on her…
“Don't you think we are nice and cozy in here? I mean the way we are, Mother,” I said. “The only thing I don't understand is why you have dressed completely. Why have you not just put on something thin and flimsy. I'm sure Jean and I are much more comfortable than you are. It's still very early and already it's rather warm. It is certainly going to be a very warm day and in a moment you will be very uncomfortable the way you are dressed. If
