good!', to which I replied 'And me, you -', making both of us start to laugh. I moved to lie down next to her, and the two of us rolled over onto our sides so that we were facing each other.
Taking my hand in hers, Sis told me 'Danny, what we just did – you know, looking at each other, and watching and everything – it was nice. REAL nice. Not just for the sex part of it, but for the other, too -' the being brother and sister, and being friends again. I didn't realize just how much I missed that part until you reminded me.' 'I missed it, too, Sis.
The sex stuff – well, that felt pretty darn good' -' she interrupted to tell me 'I could tell!' with a smile -' 'but it's the things like now, us laying here and holding hands and everything, that really matters to me.'
The two of us laid there for several seconds, just smiling and looking at each other. As we did, I thought about how much I loved her and how pretty she was -' and finally leaned forward enough to give her a kiss on the tip of her nose. Surprised, she asked me 'What was that for?' 'I just wanted to let you know that I love you, Sis. Not for what we just did, or anything like that; but just because of who you are, and what you're like, inside, and everything.' I could see her eyes start to get wet before she told me 'And I love you, too, Danny -' for the same reasons. I remember one time, when we were still little, I heard some of your friends giving you a hard time about letting me come along when you were going to do something. You didn't fuss or argue with them, or anything -' you just kept telling them that if you went, then I got to go, too. It didn't matter to you that I was a girl, and they were your friends: I was your sister, and that was all there was to it. You guys were going off to catch frogs or something, so I said I didn't want to go; but it made me so happy and proud that you weren't going to leave me behind just because they wanted you to.' With that, she leaned forward and kissed me -' but on the lips, instead of the tip of my nose, as I'd done to her. Except that her kiss wasn't just a quick peck, as mine had been. Instead, her lips stayed on mine for several seconds; long enough, in fact, that I felt myself beginning to respond to the feeling of her lips on mine, and where her body was touching me: her nipples pressing against my chest, her small pubic thatch tickling my lower belly, and her firm thighs touching mine. The last thing I wanted to do was frighten or upset her, but I couldn't help but put my arm around her. Only a moment later, she reciprocated -' then went on to gently pull me closer, something I eagerly cooperated in even as I felt my penis getting close to full erection again. I knew she could feel it, and even though I wasn't worried about it surprising or offending her, I was still surprised when I felt her lift one leg slightly and wriggle around until she'd gotten it 'trapped' between her legs and resting against her cleft. Even as that was happening, the intesity and passion of our kiss was escalating from the mild affection between siblings and toward the passionate desire that two lovers would share. With the increasing intensity of our kiss, neither of us hesitated to begin touching and caressing the other. It started with us limiting ourselves to the others back and sides, but soon reached the point where each of us had our hand on anything we could reach on the other. Just as Sis was grabbing my ass, I was discovering that hers was as smooth and firm as it had looked, and seemed to be curved to fit my hand perfectly. I was disappointed when Sis finally broke off our kiss; but that disappointment was quickly replaced with joy when I realized that she'd only moved back enough to let her get her hand on my chest: it left enough room between us that I could mirror her actions by investigating her developing mammaries. I couldn't get to both, but the one that I was able to reach was a delight. Warm under my touch, it had a spongy firmness that somehow complimented its smooth surface. I found myself fascinated by the tactile difference I could feel between the skin of her breast, her areola, and the hard nubbin of her nipple. As I gently stroked and squeezed the mound of her breast, and softly pinched and pulled on the nipple at its peak, I could feel an increase in the warmth and wetness where my erect cock was lying along the cleft of my sisters sex; and that, too, added to my increasing pleasure and excitement. Both of us were fully aroused and softly panting when I felt myself begin moving my hips so as to stroke my erect cock in the tunnel formed by the juncture of her thighs and mons. As good as it felt to my body, a part of my brain was telling me that I shouldn't be doing it: that I'd scare her, or make her think I was trying to actually get inside her, or make her angry with me, or something. But try as I might, I couldn't seem to stop myself from doing it -' it simply felt too damn good. It wasn't until Sis pushed herself away from me with the exclamation 'No!
We've got to stop!' that I realized that SHE was enjoying what both of us were doing as much as I was. Embarrassed at just how far we'd gone, and what we'd been doing with each other, I laid there for a few seconds before I hesitantly told her 'I – I'm sorry, Sis. I shouldn't have let things go that far, or done the things I was.' She turned her head to look at me, and I could see the surprise on her face before she answered 'No, Danny, it wasn't just you; it was me, too. Dammit, I liked it! Not just what I was doing to you, but what you were doing to me -' kissing, and touching, and – and even – that other part. Danny, I want to do stuff like that with you! You're my brother, and I love you, and I know that you aren't going to make me do anything I don't want to do, or don't like.' Well and truly confused, I asked 'Then why did you move away, and say we had to stop?'
Regretfully, she told me 'Because it was too much, too soon.' Seeing that I needed more explanation, she went on to say 'Danny, I mean it: I do want to do stuff like that with you. I want to learn what feels good for me with you, and learn what you like, and how we can make each other feel good like that. I just don't want to do it all at one time, or in one night, is all.
I want us to go slow, and take our time so that we can really enjoy it -' not just the things we do, but the learning them, too. This should be special between us because it's US learning and doing, not because of the what we do. Danny, if it ever happens that the two of us make love, I want it to be because both of us know that it's the right time and place and thing for us -' not because both of us were horny, and got hot enough.
You understand?' When she put it that way, I did understand. While Sis got Moms looks, I was pretty sure she'd inherited Dads smarts; I got Dads appearance, but Moms brains -' and if Mom wasn't as smart as Dad, she didn't miss it by much. It usually worked out that Sis figured things out a little bit ahead of me; but once she started to explain something, I caught on to what she was saying easily enough. So when she told me why she wanted us to stop, it made perfect sense to me; and because of how close we were, it was easy enough for me to agree. While I was going through what she'd said, Sis waited patiently until I was done. I told her 'Yeah, I understand what you're saying -' and you're right: it would be better if we went slower, and took our time.' I couldn't resist the temptation to tease her a little bit by asking 'So what do you think -stretch it out over a week, or so?' It only took her a moment to realize that I was teasing, and give me a Look -' one that I'd heard Dad call 'the Goober look', as if she was saying 'You are such a Goober!' I laughed when she did it, and it was only a second before she started laughing with me.
When both of us had calmed down again, she said 'You know I meant something a little longer than that, Danny. Like a month, maybe', teasing me right back. I knew that there WAS no schedule, as such, of course: whatever intimacy that developed between us wasn't going to happen except when and if both of us were ready, without regard for anything as mundane as a calendar or clock. Remembering that Mom and Dad hadn't said just how long they were going to be gone, I lifted my head to look at my alarm clock -' and saw that nearly an hour had gone by. Sis saw what I was doing, and turned her head to look, too -' and realizing that we probably shouldn't be found the way we were, both of us sighed with the knowledge that Sis should leave my room. The funny part was that both of us did it in almost exactly at the same time, and in the same way, which made us look at each other and laugh a little. Without saying anything, both of us got off my bed and went over to where we'd left our clothes. As we got dressed again, each of us watched the other, both of us with a happy and loving smile on our faces.
In the weeks and months that followed, Sis and I gradually opened up to each other again, both in what we were willing and able to talk to each other about, and physically, as well. While it hadn't been any big deal for us to catch each other going into or coming out of the shower or tub (we shared a bathroom), our freshened intimacy made such events happen more often and last a bit longer, since we'd take the opportunity to kiss, and exchange a little friendly touching. With each session, we learned more about each others bodies. Not just the obvious things like how big or hard my penis got, or the way Sis' nipples would pucker; but what each other liked, and how we responded to different kinds of stimulation. We didn't know it at the time, but each of us was learning how to be a good lover -' to take our time, and to enjoy the discovery process without putting any kind of 'pressure' on the other one. We talked about it once, when we were older, and both of us admitted that learning what we did from each other had done wonders in making our sex lives with other people pleasant and enjoyable. There were only two things that interfered with the fun Sis and I had. The first was her menstrual cycle. That it happened didn't bother her in the slightest, as far as being ashamed or embarrassed about it -' in that respect, Mom and the others had had a positive influence. Rather, it was the fact that it was 'messy' for her that bothered Sis. Naturally enough, I didn't have a clue, but I was eventually able to convince her to help me understand by letting me look and touch and smell and all the rest when her period started one time. When I was done, I told her that I agreed with her that
