beneath the flimsy blouse.
“Now, new born little brother, feel this.” She drew my fingers across her stomach and up her side. The skin was unbelievably supple and soft. “And this,” taking my hand to the front of her chest near her fine neck, then slowly down to where the skin softened even more and began to rise outward. I trembled with awe and excitement, remembering the brief glimpse of what lay below, and hot daring to hope that she would actually lead me to those!
“And now these” she invited, moving my fingers along the edge of her right breast which seemed incredibly full. My fingers trembled against her.
“Yes, Lars,” she whispered. “It’s my breasts. The hidden things you wanted so much to see. Touch them. Do like that -it feels wonderful on me. Do it more!” My trembling kept increasing, but I did at the same time move my hand on her.
“Yes, dear, like that. Here, just run your fingers around me and explore a bit.” And when I still hesitated: “Remember I’m your sister now, Lars-so it’s all in the family. Come on, just do it-feel me, Lars-you’ll like it.” And emboldened by her I ran my hand over the miracle. Never had I dreamed of such flesh! So soft, and yielding, when I pressed a little with my fingertips the sensation burned in my palms and a strange singing caroled in me. The indecency of it-of what I was doing!
“You sure do feel strange-and wonderful,” I said daringly. And then I suddenly caught my breath in a short gasp, and Gunilla uttered a moan as my hand slid to the end of her sloping breast and encountered something new, something hard and round.
“Yes, yes, there! Rub that a little-yes!” Her breathing was quicker and the easy tone had left her voice. I was getting so excited and eager that I fumbled at it, but kept rubbing my hand on it as she said, the feeling growing in me as I felt her tension mount.
But now I was trying to take in the whole thing. My hand moved more boldly, and I moved it around the breast, half in wonder. It was so large and soft. Nothing I had ever felt was quite like it nor so strange. The way it curved from her chest at the top, and out to such incredible size at the bottom. I felt underneath, lifting the heavy weight of it in my palm, a little, and wanting it in a way I can’t describe.
Gunilla seemed a little less confident. There was a note of pleading in her voice now.
“Do you like it, Lars?” she asked a little breathlessly. “Here, it has a sister, you know!” And she took my other hand which had been lying between us as I sat up in bed, and placed it inside her blouse on the other side.
It was incredible to me that a person could have such bounty of flesh. I had never known anything so thrilling as the feel of them.
Gunilla was gently taking my hands now and leading them down the sides till they reached the two hard buds at the ends.
“Those are my nipples, dear-don’t you like them?” she was asking.
“Gosh, Nilla,” I exclaimed. “Yes! I…”
“Play with them, then. I like you to.” As I began to feel and squeeze at them, they grew harder and harder and her breath quickened as before. My fingers trembled so much I hardly knew what I was feeling, and the tips which were touching her began to tingle like an electric shock. As I kept feeling her, I moved my fingers around the nipples a bit and felt the soft, pink circles I had glimpsed earlier, but I kept coming back to the hard buds with ever mounting excitement.
She took my hands again and placed the palms on the nipples, gently rotating them. It tickled terribly, but the feeling had me wild and I twisted slightly in the bed and leaned forward instinctively, sometimes poking the breast with the fingers of one hand while I rubbed the nipple of the other breast with the other.
Nilla’s breath was coming in gasps, and she wanted more and more.
“Harder and faster. Please, Lars,” she whispered. “Please, dear! Oh, what a sweet little brother! Harder now-yes, yes- please, Lars-Oh, it’s good!” I grew bolder, and kneaded them, worked them with all the strength in my hands until, with a little sigh, she slid forward with her head in my lap, beginning at the same time to stroke my legs.
I was embarrassed because I feared she would feel my swollen penis. But I was so wildly excited that I hardly cared. She sat up again, moving her fingers to my face with a soothing touch, stroking my temples gently.
“Now, Lars, you must learn how to undress a girl a bit further. Did you like me up there? You kept looking so hard, before-are you satisfied?”
I gulped, all confusion again, and didn’t know how or what to say. Then finally: “Oh, yes, Nilla-I’m sorry, I just don’t…”
“That’s all right, Lars, I understand. But here now, try this!” And she took my hand again and put it to the side of her skirt where she helped me to unhook it, and then to unzip the zipper that held it together. Then standing beside the bed she said:
“Now pull it down all the way-that’s it.” Afterwards, she came back on the bed and lay beside me. I was so startled that I almost jumped out, but the excitement was still in me, and she had my hand again and was saying:
“Feel this now-do you like it?” She moved my hand over her tight warm stomach and down. I discovered the panties she was wearing. I guess they were of the same material as Annie’s earlier, but these I had only seen in half light and from a distance. I had never known any material that felt so delicate-like silk, I guess. And Nilla was running my hands over her belly now and asking me:
“Do you feel this elastic band, Lars? Reach inside it now! Come on, don’t be afraid! Reach inside, Lars. I have some wonderful gifts for you in my pants. All you have to do is have the courage to push your hand under the elastic. Daddy gives me a hundred kroner just for this. I give it to you Lars, I give everything to you. Reach under, Lars. Feel in my pants. Feel me, little brother. Feel your little sister Gunilla.”
I timidly slipped my hand inside the band, and found the skin of her belly soft but firm. With growing interest and excitement I pushed it further, down. I encountered incredibly fine hair right above where I supposed her penis was. But I was trembling hard, and I didn’t know for sure how far to go.
“Take your other hand now and pull my panties down,” Gunilla lectured me. “Here, kneel beside me, and you can do it better.”
I guess I was so excited that I forgot about myself and how, if I did this, my penis would be exposed. Because of that weird feeling of guilt, I was embarrassed about it, but it didn’t matter. I got up on my knees and, using both hands, took the band on either side of her waist and started sliding it down. She lifted herself somehow. The flesh of her hips was smooth and supple, and my hands, touching it, trembled more and more.
“Feel my leg as you do it, Lars,” Gunilla was telling me. “Isn’t it different than yours?” Complying eagerly, I ran my hands over her thighs, and intermittently pulled at the panties.
“Gosh, it sure is, Nilla,” I exclaimed in a small voice, still afraid and shy of her and all that was happening.
“There, now pull them off over my legs and ankles,” she directed, settling back and pulling her legs up to make it easier for me to do. I felt the fine curve of her long legs, and the delicate ankles-even daring to feel one as I took the panties off. She giggled again at this and said:
“Now, Lars, I’m all naked and all yours tonight. It’s like we were on our magic carpet. Feel me wherever and however you like. Be free, Lars-and don’t fear to do anything you want! You’ve never seen a girl, and you can’t see me now. But you can feel me, and discover a lot that way. There must be many other things about a girl than my breasts that you’d like to know, and that you never dreamed about. So feel me. I’m your magic girl! I will permit you anything!”
All this time, rising and falling, but always going on, excitement and curiosity had been coming like waves stronger and stronger in me. Gunilla was so sweet and natural about everything, and my sense of guilt and shame was slipping further away. So, taking courage, aided by the dense dark where everything was unseen, and a little like a fairy dream rather than reality, I began tentatively to explore.
I ran my fingers gingerly over her feet, marvelling that they could seem so nude, over the ankles, and up the smooth curving calves, till I reached her knees. They were like Mother’s round and delicately formed, graceful. And then I continued up her full, plump, hot thighs, and eventually, even dared to slide over to her loins, noticing with tense fascination how the harder flesh of the thigh melted to the loose, sensuous flesh on the inner side. This excited me even more. I squeezed gently at her inner leg, and as I ran my fingers even higher, she lay back with a
