'I know what you mean. The last time I did it, I had to use hand cream because I was starting to get sore. I guess you could say that I was trying to catch up, too,' Lonnie giggled along with me.
I was, however, finding it difficult to imagine what Lonnie was talking about without seeing a demonstration. It was still too early in our conversation, I thought, to make that kind of suggestion, but I just didn't want to wait. There was no doubt in my mind that Lonnie was already sporting a healthy erection. My own nipples were standing out through my gown, and I could see he was having a difficult time not letting, his eyes focus on them. Maybe, we could stroke a deal, I hoped.
'Lonnie, I'm finding it impossible to understand how you come. If you show me your cock, I might be able to see what you mean,' I said, giving him my most perplexed look. 'If you would feel more comfortable, I'll take off my gown. That way you can look at my tits while you explain. Okay?' So much for not wanting to shed any clothes, I thought.
'I don't know if this is a good idea, Lana. This seems like a dangerous situation,' he reasoned.
'Listen, Brother dearest,' I replied, 'it would have been a different story, entirely, if somebody would have taken the time to teach us about the sexual nature of our bodies. Nobody did, nor will anybody teach us anything in the future. This is to be our learning experience. I think it's our duty to ourselves to take advantage of the opportunity. We are closer than any brother and sister I know. If we can't learn from each other, who can we learn from?' I passionately argued.
I could see by his face that he wanted to go-along with what I had just said, but he still appeared a bit undecided. The trump card was needed. I pulled off my nighty, and stood before him in only my panties.
Lonnie gulped hard at the sight of my body. I was a little surprised that I felt no embarrassment. In a matter of moments, my brother regained control of himself, and moved towards me. It was obvious that he wanted a closer look. Somehow, I didn't mind being the object of his scrutiny. As a matter of fact, just the idea that he was studying me was enough to reacquaint me with my new-found sexual desire.
'You have got yourself a deal,' Lonnie finally said, 'but you still have your underwear on. That's not fair to me. The only way I'll take off these pajama bottoms is if you take off those pretty little panties. How about it?'
My nodded my head, yes. If that was the only way I was going to see his cock, I had no choice. I quickly pushed them down my legs, and stepped away out of them, leaving me totally naked before the eyes of my brother. He was so absorbed by the darkened triangle between my legs, it took a moment for him to realize his own obligation to me.
He turned his back to me as he undid the pajama pants. When they were finally around his ankles, I studied his muscular ass before he turned back to face me. It was sturdily formed, and I could not help wondering if his hidden little asshole was as sensitive as mine. I made myself a mental note to remind myself to ask him. I was just beginning to lose my patience with his modesty when he turned around, at last.
Now I could understand his reaction when I took off my panties. I stood no more than three feet from where he was standing with my eyes fixed on his crotch. His cock was in full erection. It was pointed at the ceiling with the base surrounded by dark red pubic hair. His cock was not quite as thick or as long as Daddy's, but it was still one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. I was about to walk toward him to get a better look, when my brother recommended that we sit on the bed.
I crawled to the head of the bed, while my brother sat at the foot. As I was about to fold my legs underneath me, he sternly motioned to me to keep my thighs apart. All we did for the next few minutes was stare at each other's crotch. I kept switching my own gaze back and forth between the mushroom headed stalk and the heavy ball-carrying sac that hung beneath it.
Meanwhile, Lonnie's stare had partially opened my outer cunt lips, and had drawn my juices close to the surface. I loved the feel of his eyes on my most intimate treasures, and wished that he would touch me as well. I knew that I would have jumped at the chance to touch my brother's sexually ready cock.
The fact that we were being pulled closer and closer to a society taboo, to incest, for some reason had no effect. What we were doing was viewed by both of us as purely a learning experience. Actually, it was all pretty innocent, at least at this point. It would have been difficult for either of us to come up with the word that described where we were headed.
'Looking at your body like this is driving me crazy,' Lonnie said, beginning to look uncomfortable. 'I think that instead of trying to explain the process of jacking off to you, I'm going to have to show you. Okay?'
All I could do was nod. My mouth was becoming very dry, and I did not want to spoil the atmosphere we had created by saying anything. If it was not for the spectacle that was about to take place, my own fingers would have dove between my legs, and massaged my own meat to orgasm. Instead, I moved closer to Lonnie, stopping when we were no farther than a foot away from each other. It was only then that I touched myself. I pulled apart my plump cunt lips. This allowed my brother a better view of the charms that were hidden within. Seeing him lick his parched lips with his tongue proved I had done the right thing.
Lonnie started to work on himself very slowly, almost as if he wanted to draw out the procedure as long as possible. It was not altogether different from my own initial approach to masturbation. With his right hand, he gently caressed every square inch of his cock, giving special consideration to the swollen purple-colored head. His other hand concentrated on his balls, giving them the most tender of touches.
I had read about the principles of the male orgasm in the book my brother had given me. I, therefore, knew that he was going to ejaculate a white cream-like fluid from the little hole at the tip of his angry-looking cock. It was strange to me, that I found myself hoping that some of his cum would land on me. I wanted to feel it and rub it into my body. It seemed like the logical way to baptize the sexual awakening of my being.
My brother's hand was moving a little faster as it pumped the length of his organ. Every once in a while, he squeezed the blood-engorged head, and a small drop of clear fluid would ooze from the tiny slit. He would then use the fluid like a lubricant, cutting down the skin burning friction of his hand.
Lonnie's eyes were half shut, but I could see that they were still focused on my cunt. He must have been enjoying quite a view. Not only was I totally exposed, but the juices were flowing from my pussy, and dropping down the crack of my ass. My brother's pin-pointed sight felt like it was burning a hole in my cunt, and again, I had to fight the need to soothe the wound with my fingers. Thankfully, though, I was able to remain absorbed by the novelty of the event I was witnessing for the first time.
Soon, his breath was coming in short bursts, and the speed of his cock-stroking significantly increased. His hips were beginning to rise up, meeting his pleasure-giving fist, while low ecstatic moans were escaping from deep within his chest. I was mesmerized by the scene, and found myself leaning my body closer to his ready-to-come cock.
His body was beginning to shudder. I realized the spasms he was experiencing were not all that different than my own. It was the release, though, which made the difference between male and female. His cock was literally dancing in his hand, almost like it was holding back a tremendous pressure. And then it erupted in a series of cream-spurting contractions.
It was truly a magnificent sight to watch. The cum was propelled many inches from the head of his cock, and gratefully, splashed all over my belly and breasts. It way warm, and the consistency was rich and thick. I wanted to touch it, but I waited until Lonnie was finished with his eye-popping performance. It was not long before my brother's cock slowed its involuntary twitching and ceased to deposit any more cum at my disposal. I knew it was going to be a while before he recovered from his intense climax.
It was while I was waiting that I began rubbing my brother's essence over my tits and belly. I really enjoyed the way it felt. And since some had landed on my nipples, I used it like hand cream, jacking off my breast buds in imitation of the way Lonnie had hand-fucked his cock. I was totally lost in this activity when I felt something touch my burning center.
My brother had evidently recovered, and had begun lightly touching the slick pink flesh of my pussy. Even though I knew that his inexperienced fingers could not rival mine as far as coaxing the ultimate sensations from my body, I was never the less taken aback by strange hands becoming intimate between my legs.
I decided to let him enjoy himself in his explorations, while I gave special attention to my cum-covered breasts. Surprisingly, Lonnie knew more than I expected. He found my hot virginal canal, and commenced to caress the tightly muscled opening with his thumb. It felt outstanding when he began to slide that pleasure-giving digit through the entrance ring, then down the slick cavern to my center.
'I'm going to practice a few of the things I learned from reading the book, and talking to my friends. Just lie back, and let me do all the work,' he instructed.
