'Oh, yes!' was all I could say. My body was now dictating the events, and I was feeling too terrific to argue.
My brother's face could not have been more than six inches from my steamy cunt. I could actually feel his hot, excited breath play over the dripping flesh of my pussy. It was apparent that he was as interested in learning about sex as I was. As a matter of fact, I couldn't get as close to my crotch as he was.
Lonnie's thumb was then inserted as far as that little piece of virgin-maintaining skin allowed. For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours, I cursed the presence of that penetration deterrent. My brother did not remark about it, so I figured he knew what it was and why it was there.
It, did not take long before he added a few more pleasure-giving digits to aid his thumb as he continued to explore my womanhood. He glided his fingertips from the top of my inflamed slit to my rosy backdoor hole. I could no longer control my hips, nor the moans of appreciation that were falling from my lips. Lonnie was doing a wonderful job.
But it was the shock of his touch on my clitoris, causing my body to lift from the bed, that truly awakened him to my most important needs. I was surprised that my reaction to that first clitoral touch did not frighten him from touching it again. Fortunately, my brother was an intelligent person, and soon determined that the upward thrusting of my hips was in fact an invitation to seek out that place and touch it once more. Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed his hand with my own, and guided it back to my swollen clit. Still holding his hand, when we'd found it, I showed him the motion that seemed to me to produce the most response.
The new body smells that had permeated the room added to the thick, exciting atmosphere of our sexual classroom. So far, I had not come across a single aspect of my new erotic awakening that I found unpleasant. Although I had not yet become aware of all the ramifications of my actions, I promised myself, from that moment on, that I was not going to deprive myself of any of the pleasures my body could give me.
An orgasm was almost upon me. Lonnie was expertly rubbing my pleasure button, while his other hand paid homage to my boiling cunt hole. The combination of these factors, plus the feeling of his breath on my fevered flesh, started the familiar sensations that made up my climax. I spasmed, twitched, and convulsed. My body slapped repeatedly against the bed, and my snapping vaginal muscles claimed his fat thumb as their prisoner.
For the second time in a row, my orgasm bettered the previous one. If this was the way my sexual climaxes were going to continue, my sensual future was limitless.
I must have dozed off for a few seconds. I chalked it up to the intensity of my orgasm. Lonnie had already left my room, his spent jism crusting on my breasts. The temptation to taste it was overwhelming. So, I did. Needless to say, I lowed it, and vowed that if my brother and I should repeat this little episode again, I would ask him if I could drink it warm and fresh from his beautiful cock. How could he say no to such a pretty, obliging sister?
I really felt good about myself.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next night proved to be impossible for Lonnie and me to continue our sexual training. It seemed that Daddy had invited Mai Widner home for dinner, and we were expected to help entertain our lovely guest. It was definitely no chore. She was as funny and knowledgeable, as she was beautiful and sexy.
We could see immediately how taken Dad was by her. He had a great deal of trouble tearing his eyes from her, and when I paid attention, I noticed little lovers' signals being sent back and forth between them. I was genuinely happy he had become attached to such a sexy, intelligent, and lovely lady.
She was making the same impression on my brother. He, too, appeared pleased for Daddy, but his reaction was slightly different than mine. Every time Mai asked him a question or tried to get him involved in conversation, Lonnie hopelessly stuttered. His eyes had taken on the appearance of fifty-cent pieces, and an idiotic grin had remained fixed on his face. I, also, happened to spy the telltale bulge of arousal that was only partially hidden by his trousers. My now sexually aware brother was literally being turned on by the mere presence of the beautiful Mai Widner. Strangely, this was not difficult for me to understand.
Her whole appearance radiated a sexuality that was entirely new to me. Although there was nothing blatant about her choice of clothes, they still managed to draw from the woman the hint and, maybe, the promise of sex. The perfume she wore, at first, gave the notion of innocence, but the longer you were in her company, it was evident that there was a kind of animal quality to it that got your sexual attention. My brother was not alone, as she was also having a very sexual effect on me.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that my father and Mai would again make love that night. It was going to be a tremendous temptation to sneak down to the game room and watch the action unfold. I was sure that my brother had the same thing in mind. To enjoy that spectacle again certainly appealed to me, but I was afraid that somehow I would be horning in on my father's deserved happiness. The thought that he had been deprived of sex all these years by my hypochondriacal mother, and the fact that we were secretly watching his sexual joy, seemed unfair. I decided to take my own pleasure, alone.
It was the following night, after Mai's visit, while sitting with Lonnie on my bed, in preparation for another body-awareness session, that he recounted the circumstance of an event that took place in the middle of the previous night. We were both dressed as we had been the first time we shared a sexual experience. The only difference was that I no longer thought it necessary to wear panties. If it were not for the possibility that we might be caught, we probably would have worn nothing.
We were sitting on the bed, just like we had been before, with each other's crotch in our respective sight frames. I was going to comment on the quickness of Lonnie's arousal when he cut me off and began telling me the most interesting story I had ever heard.
'I know what I'm going to tell you is going to sound far-fetched. But I swear on the head of my prick, that everything is true,' he said with a great deal of feeling.
'Lonnie, if I can't tell when you're telling a lie, then one of us would have to be dead,' I said, trying to lighten his somber, truth-telling mood. Unfortunately, my brother wouldn't have it.
'This is very serious. If you can't accept it that way, I'm just not going to tell you. Do you understand?' he asked.
'Yes, Lonnie,' I answered, feigning contriteness, 'I promise to be serious.'
'I must have woken up about two or two-thirty in the morning to go to the bathroom,' he began, finally getting his story underway. 'Before turning in, I wanted to go downstairs and spy on Mai and Daddy, like we did the other night. But I fell asleep. When I woke up, everything was quiet downstairs, and I assumed that everyone had gone to sleep. At first, I was a little disappointed that I was not going to see the beautiful TV woman's body again.'
While he stopped to catch his breath, I began wondering where his story was headed.
'Well, I was coming out of the bathroom, when who do you think I almost run into?' he asked, but didn't give me a chance to guess. 'Miss Mai Widner. She was wearing Daddy's smoking jacket, and it was barely able to contain those monstrous tits. The bottom only fell to the middle of her thighs, and I just knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I could also tell that she gave my body the once-over. All I was wearing was my pajama bottoms, and you know when I get excited, my hardon is impossible to hide.'
I wanted to ask him a couple of questions, but I, also, didn't want him to lose the thread of his tale. Beads of sweat had begun to appear on his brow, and I could see by the bulge in his pajamas that he was becoming aroused by his own narration.
'Mai and I became involved in a discussion about the location of various rooms in the house. She asked me where Mom and Dad slept, and where our rooms are. I gave her the different placements, when she interrupted what I was saying, and suggested we go to my room, so as not to disturb anybody. Since we were right across the hall, all we had to do was take a few steps and we were there. As soon as we entered, Mai closed the door behind us and switched on the light.' Again, he stooped for a long breath.
'This is not going to take all night.' I asked impatiently. I still had no idea what was coming next.
'Hold your horses!' Lonnie responded.
It almost looked like he was trying to decide if I was worthy enough to hear the rest. At that point, all I wanted to do was grab a hold of his magnificent prick.
'Okay, now I'm going to tell you the good part,' he said.
