The speed of their fucking was mounting to the height of frenzy. As Mai was lowering her hips, my father thrusted himself up, their bodies slapping together in passion. It was amazing to me that their velocity was ever- increasing. It was almost as if they were matching their rhythm to the unheard sound of a record being played faster and faster.
With one final, violent, ramming motion, Daddy imbedded himself deep inside the convulsing woman, and held her tight against his chest. His hips were spasmodically jerking, but his penis remained invisible to our eyes. Both bodies shuddered one last time, and then relaxed, seemingly drained by their efforts. The only leftover evidence of their actions was the thick cream that oozed from the woman's hole, and mingled with her own juices like pearl drops in the tangled hair between her legs.
Lonnie tapped me on the shoulder, and motioned that we should rapidly depart. We had seen enough for one night, and did not want to be caught spying on our father's private life. We silently walked back to our rooms on very unstable legs.
'We have to talk tomorrow about what we just saw,' Lonnie whispered as we reached the door of my room.
'I guess we don't need those books after all. But you better get them just in case,' I giggled, taking one last look at my brother's still-distended penis.
'Goodnight, Lana,' he said before, entering his own room.
'Goodnight,' I repeated, entering my own.
CHAPTER TWO
I knew it was going to be impossible to get to sleep that night. My body was still trembling from the excitement the scene downstairs had caused. My mind was another story completely. It was jumbled with the events I had observed, questions that I needed answers to, and the relationship it had to the feelings in my own body.
The strangest thing was that I had not even thought about the fact that my father had just been unfaithful to my mother. If I would have known then what I know now, I still would have easily accepted his infidelity. It was obvious that he was not having sex with my mother, and had not been having it for quite a long period of time. Now that I know the feelings in my own body, and the demands it makes, I have had no problem understanding his own sexual requirements.
That night the vivid picture of what I'd witnessed would not disappear. I had to throw the bedclothes on the floor in an attempt to cool my fevered body. It took only a few moments to realize that taking off the blankets was not enough. My nightgown soon joined the covers on the floor. Again, this made no apparent difference.
Lying spread-eagled on the bed I found it difficult to keep my hands off my breasts and from between my legs. It was almost as if my body was crying out to be touched. I could only fight this alien urge for a few minutes before I gave up, and allowed my hands to wander.
I was not prepared for the intensity of sensation once contact was made. My breasts felt different. They seemed harder and swollen. The electric-like charges that I had experienced earlier were so much more profound. When I touched my nipples, the most mysterious feelings shot to my crotch, causing the cotton panel of my underwear to become wet.
It's not hard to admit that this was the most pleasure and excitement my body had ever felt. I continued to play with my nipples, gliding my fingers very gently over the top and sides. Next, I rubbed them harder with the palms of my hands. This only heightened the sensations slightly. It was only when I began rolling my nipples between my fingers and pinching their swollen flesh that I truly experienced the most pleasure. My entire body was alive! My breasts, the woman's place between my legs and the most startling place – my tiny asshole.
I continued to explore the sensations of my breasts and nipples, but I could no longer ignore the sopping place between my legs. With one hand I stripped my panties from my body, rendering myself nude to the darkness of my room. My hands then flew to the steaming triangle and cupped it tightly.
The heat emanating from my loins was momentarily frightening. Never, even during my most severe illnesses, was my body so feverishly hot. My biggest surprise, though, was that my cunt was even more sensitive to my touch than I thought possible to endure. I let my fingers explore my womanhood, and noticed an outward physical change occur. The two puffy lips, that protect the delicate tissue within, pulled apart like a budding flower, exposing the wet flesh to my fingertips.
I did not want to touch the inside just yet, feeling it would be better to go slowly, to discover the full range of these intense new feelings. Kneading and tenderly pinching the outer lips seemed to have an effect of disconnecting my lower body from the rest of me. My hips involuntarily jerked toward my pleasure-giving hand, almost as if it wanted my fingers implanted deep into the flesh of my liquid center.
I was too far gone to disobey the demands of my body. My fingers dove into those soft protective lips, and for the first time in my life, I felt the slippery flesh that made me a woman. I found the entrance to the tightly muscled hole and discovered the slippery fluid. Slowly, I began sinking my finger into the constricted opening while my legs widened of their own accord. The feeling of fullness was almost as pleasurable as the soft, gentle touches had been. Unfortunately, my finger came to an obstruction that blocked any farther descent into my fevered body. It was disappointing to me and seemed then that it would be impossible for me to accept the entire length of an erect cock, like Mai had. As a matter of fact, it almost extinguished the burning excitement that had come over me.
It could only be called luck, that when I was withdrawing my finger, it grazed against the sensitive nerve center of my sexual being. The pleasurable shock of that first touch nearly sent me into unconsciousness. The place that I accidentally rubbed was a button-hard protrusion that peeked out from under a fleshy piece of skin. I found that I did not have to rub it hard to repeat the sensation. A tremor rolled through my body.
I soon discovered a gentle but firm touch was best. Using the fluid from my hole as a lubricant, I allowed my fingers to slide easily over the little pleasure nub. This made it quite easy to avoid soreness as I began building up to a steady rhythm. And rhythm was what my body desired. The more I touched it, the more it needed. I was moving toward some unknown mysterious place that my body had never been to before. The prospects were very frightening, but I knew I could not stop.
The intensity of sensations continued to build. I realized I was thrashing around the bed. For all intents and purposes, I was out of control. The only thing that mattered was that my finger give me pleasure. My whole life was focused on that little nub of flesh.
I began experiencing spasms, starting deep within my lower abdomen. They seemed to move downward the area my hand was furiously massaging. It felt like all the heat and liquid were being pushed out of my tiny woman's hole. My entire body was convulsing, my breathing reached a gasping stage, my mind was bombarded with vivid colors and unknown images. Every single nerve ending became sensitive as my body reached upward towards an incredible height – a final explosion.
Unconsciously, I removed my finger from my little pleasure button. I think I might have passed out for a few seconds because I could not remember how or when I rolled into the fetal position and drifted off to sleep.
In the space of one night, my eighteenth birthday, I learned more about being a woman than in all of the previous eighteen years combined. Never again would I ignore or feel guilty about the pleasures my body could bring me. That night was the most enjoyable night I had ever had. I truly loved it. At last, I wad a woman.
For the first time since I entered my room, I thought of Lonnie. I hoped that he, too, was able to experience the pleasure of his sex. Being twins, we seemed to arrive at the different steps of our lives at about the same time. I prayed that this was the case because I dearly needed someone to talk to about the events of the night.
Even though he was a male and my brother, I figured that I could talk to him. We were closer than any brother and sister I knew or sister and sister, or brother and brother for that matter. And since we believed that our friends were as ignorant as we were about sex, it would have been impossible to communicate our feelings to them. Our only alternative was to learn together.
I knew that we would be treading on dangerous water. If society had kept the answers to our important questions hidden from us, I saw no alternative but for us to take drastic steps. I was hoping that Lonnie had arrived at the same conclusion.
My body and mind were totally exhausted. The relaxed, dreamless sleep was the best I had ever had.
