but then open me so you can see too… Hey, but slow, Lars! It’s more exciting that way.”
I reached out my hand to the skin of her breast feeling the firm smoothness of it. My arm shook, and I stopped abashed. It was different in the light with her watching me. I drew back my hand and blushed. I couldn’t look at her.
“Boy, you sure are shy,” Nilla exclaimed making me blush even more. “But you’ll get used to me after you see a little, and after you get more excited.” She took both sides of the crepe still wound across her breasts and said:
“Now, lover, look at me! Do you see this? And this? And this?” She gradually pulled the black stuff down so that more and more of her swelling breasts were exposed. The contrast of their color with the black added to and inflamed my excitement. I shivered. Here was my new sister just sitting there uncovering her breasts for me, her secret temples! At last I was really going to see!
“Don’t you think they’re big, lover? Look at them-your first breasts. Your sister’s tits, and she is unveiling them, offering them to you-to your eyes-to your hands-to your mouth! Your sister, Lars, uncovering her breasts, baring herself before you! See how they reach out for you to love them!” The cloth was almost to the end now! I stared at the growing multitude of flesh. The breasts were incredible! They swelled out from her chest like two huge, ripe melons! I watched how the light blue veins ran along the lower side of them, how the skin glowed, and the flesh rose in a rising crescendo! I became more and more excited and filled with wonder.
“Here, touch them, lover! Your first tits and they ache for you to touch them! Your little sister is giving you her tits to handle, and knead, and stroke, and fondle! Take them!” But in the light I was all shyness and couldn’t. Gunilla read it in my face as I first flushed and then grew pale.
“How shy you are, Brother! You sure are cute, though! Here, give me your hand and close your eyes.” I shivered again and complied. She took both my hands and I could feel her press them to her neck, her shoulders, and to the cleavage of her breasts.
“Here are my tits, Lover. Squeeze them like you did last night. Feel them. Press your sister’s tits and feel hard with your fingers. Grab and pull them toward you!” My head was dizzy, but I did as she bid. The sensation in my palms was incredible. “Now, here, underneath the crepe, do you feel my nipples? Do you remember them?” She pushed my hands beneath the cloth and I felt again the hard buds of flesh. “Now open your eyes!”
My hands had brushed the thin stuff away revealing her nipples. They looked like rose buds opening in the morning. The deep pink tip surrounded by a darker pink circle. She took my hands and rotated the palms against her nipples. The sensation was fantastic! I thought my head would burst as I kept wanting to grab and fondle them, but all the time blushing and paling. Last night, straining to see down her dress to these. Later feeling them in the dark. Now my sister’s nipples were in my hands!
“Now do you see this?” she was saying, “Watch!” She took my hands and put them under the breasts, lifting them toward me as I myself had done in the dark. The nipples had grown hard as I rubbed them and were about three times their former size. I kept feeling the weight and watching how the little hole in the tip of the nipple opened as I lifted them.
“Stroke them like this, Brother. Here, hold them at the back and then draw your hand slowly forward… like that!” She drew my hand along the sides of her breasts and then my finger tips across the nipples. “See, stroke my nipple with your finger tips-now close them slightly on it-yes-s…”
She took both my hands and placed the center of the palms on her nipples. “Now, close your hands on my tits-that’s it! Squeeze a little-then a bit more…” and as I complied: “Now draw your hand out, always squeezing, till your fingers reach my nipples-then back-then out again-milking me! You’ll: get the idea!” I continued till I felt a tremor run over her body followed by a rising tumult in my blood and a rushing sense of power.
I met her eyes directly, always stroking. Did she sense my feeling? Her eyes glazed, her head fell back, and the power climbed and climbed in me. The realization of her vulnerability. The sudden, devastating awareness of “I!”
A little moan came from her lips. Her eyes closed. My ears were two sea shells with the roar of the world! The tension mounting and mounting. The knowledge that from here I could do anything, everything!
But I didn’t know what to do and my hands fumbled. The moment fled and she opened her eyes.
Several moments passed. Then, with a strange look of wisdom she said slowly: “Yes.” A pause. Then: “Yes, little brother, I was right about you. It will take time, and you must learn… But I was right.”
She lay down on the bed beside me, stretching out like a cat. “Now explore, Lars. Remember, I’m your magic girl, and everything is yours that you can find. You explored a lot of things last night. Don’t you want to see them?” She lay with her head on the pillow smiling up at me, her eyes both daring and inviting. I blushed, then met her eyes. The shyness was leaving me.
I looked down at her naked breasts, the firmness of them standing up so strong even though she was lying down. Then the slim waist, the bare, inviting stomach. I looked at the black clad torso and legs, filled with desire and curiosity. Gunilla turned, drawing her knees up and presenting them to me. I hesitated. Looked at her. Then reached for her ankle protruding slightly beneath the skirt. I ran my hand up her flesh to the knee, cupping it in my palm and stripping back the skirt with the other hand so I could see. I felt over her thigh, placed my hand on the fullness of her loins, and then withdrew it in confusion.
“Lars, think! You never saw one, and now you are privileged to just reach out and take it. Think of the darkness, the depth of it, Lars. Me. Reach out and take me!”
I reached beneath her skirt, running my hand up till it met her belly, the heel of it on her hair. I moved the heel on her, rubbing her. Nilla sighed and fell back against the pillow, opening her legs to me as she did so. With my left hand I lifted up her skirt, exposing her full loins, the round firm belly, and the golden crown of her pubic hair. I stared at it shaking as she watched me.
The hair was not so light as that on her head. It was golden yellow, and as it narrowed to a slit in the middle, the hairs darkened almost to a brown. My mouth was gaping and I shook as with a fever. I ran my hand over it just brushing the hairs, and she shivered. I looked at the abundant growth of hair straggling away from the main form between her legs. I was terribly excited. Then I covered the legs again and sat staring at her body. I was shaking. Gradually I slipped my hand back under her dress and slid it slowly up her thighs, moving it over that smooth, succulent flesh, getting closer and closer, finding myself relishing and reveling in the process, till I finally touched it again.
Something beyond me was in control now. I had been all shyness and wildness, but now only the latter possessed me. The ritual of concealment and revelation drew me on. I had my hand on it, just at the end of her thighs where the warmth grew and grew, and the tremor became almost too much for me when she slowly closed them on me, pressing my hand between them. I squeezed the hot flesh, and the perfume of her body rose to me making me dizzy. We looked at each other, but my eyes were so clouded somehow that I couldn’t see.
Gradually I inched my hand higher, feeling with my fingers till I touched the first hairs, my palms on the hot, moist flesh. I heard my breath coming in gasps but I could not stop. The moisture was growing, growing. Now I felt the resistance of her crotch, now the sticky hot fluid. It was on my fingers. Between my fingers. It was coming onto my hands, over my palms. I searched higher, higher. I felt with my fingers for the lips of the fold I had discovered last night. I found it, all liquid and warm for me. I touched it, caressed it, probed into it. Gunilla gave a cry and began to twist and moan on the bed.
My fingers probed, searched, finding the hole, seeking into her while she whimpered assent. I moved my hand back and forth, faster and faster as she had taught me, rubbing sometimes on the fold and then probing deep into the hole. The clamor rose and rose in me, Everywhere was liquid, and everywhere the smell. That smell of her! Stronger. Stronger! The trembling seized me. I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t… just before I lost control I tossed back the skirt with my other hand revealing to me everything…
And it was all there. The secret dream I had lived for, that I had hidden even from myself. Although I had never known anything of woman, I knew, drinking in this miracle, that this is what I had longed for and dreamed of… or part of it! The light on her legs was all flesh and all golden. The frame of black crepe, like lace. In the center the bushy hair and the wonder… it was the djinn and the magic lamp, to rub it, an act of God.
I looked at my hand. The darkness of the hair at the slit where my hand lay. The smell intoxicated me. I withdrew my hand, rubbing the liquid slowly across my face, and I knew that if this was evil, I was for it! Dimly, somewhere, this was in my head; but my eyes were full only of the fantastic thing of the cunt before me, and the smell was an opiate to my strained senses. I put my head between her legs.
I lay there for several moments half fainting. The smell was powerful now, and by moving my head just
