Matti continues to develop her play with her brother's help, to fill their father's sexual needs.
Our showers done, we decamped to Family Car #2, as it was called, and at my direction Miki drove us to a local mall. Following me quietly, I could read his mild discomfort as I led him to a women’s wear store. “We’re here for the dresses,” I informed him. He simply nodded. I think our previous morning’s activities had conditioned Miki to do just about anything I asked.
I led him straight to the party dress racks and, ignoring all the slutty and flouncy frocks, chose a silky deep blue number. Sitting him down in a nearby chair, I headed to the change room, slipped into it, zipped it up, and quickly emerged. “What do you think? I asked, “in three words only” as my hands smoothed the clinging fabric.
“Umm, incredibly sexy. Hot,” came the reply. Not the answer I was looking for. I wanted a dress that, yes, was sexy, but in a subtle, suggestive way, not one that broadcast my sexuality or my intentions. I headed over to the racks again and found one a little less body conforming, one that flared at the waist and ended about three inches above my knees. I returned to the changing room and quickly donned it.
“Good. Mature, but still a bit sexy. More than three words; is that ok?” he asked.
“Perfect; I’ll allow it,” I said, smiling and kissing him lightly on the cheek. “I’ll explain in the car,” I said as I took the dress to the cashier.
In the car I explained; “I’ve never really explained my timing to you,” I began, “but I intend to make my play during the weekend of my Academy audition.” I didn’t need to explain that part as Miki knew that the dance Academy I referred to was an absolute essential to anyone hoping for a professional dance career, be it actually dancing or to have any ancillary roles such as choreography or management. The Academy was in the suburbs of LA and the audition was a two-day process, always on weekends. The first consisted of judges watching applicants’ video performances followed by an interview that could run anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes. Parents were usually present. The second day was an actual audition performance whereby the applicant danced to music of his or her choice. Acceptance meant one weekend per month of intensive training at the Academy along with increased mentoring from our own corps teachers. Several of the older girls in our company were already in the Academy.
“I need to make a good impression with the judges,” I began, “and that means not coming off as sexy; I want to seem mature. Even though they know my age - I’ll be 16 by then, remember - I want them to think I’m more mature than that.”
“Give me five minutes with them,” smiled Miki, before I lightly punched his arm.
“And I need a dress that will work when I…ummm…begin with dad, you know?”
“So mature and just a bit sexy is the ticket, is it?”
“Exactly, and your opinion really helped with the choice.” And with that we were silent the rest of the way home.
The day after that is kind of a blur. If I had to recount or describe it I’d have difficulty. I know we each did our assigned tasks, tried to concentrate on schoolwork, and tried to ignore the obvious: that we were now free to have sex when and as we pleased. Somehow we both knew that we wanted night’s dark intimacy to make our lovemaking right. So it was a long afternoon.
After dinner of takeout pizza, I showered and returned to my room. “I need some time to myself,” I told Miki and he accepted that without complaint. I sat down and began to employ the lessons that Isabel had taught me, carefully and lightly applying my makeup. Satisfied, I took a deep breath, donned my new dress, smoothed it around my curves, took another deep breath, looked in the mirror, gave my hair a quick brush, and said to myself “showtime. Now or never,” and headed downstairs to a waiting Miki.
“Whaaa” was his immediate and, I thought, shocked response to my entry to the TV room. “Mats, you’re…you’re beautiful.” And I felt the blush rising on my cheeks. It suddenly felt a lot warmer in the room, something I hadn’t expected.
I turned off the television and stepped to a small cassette player I’d placed on the shelf, pushing the button. “Let’s dance,” I said, holding out my hand to him. He took my hand and rose as the strains of “Prelude To An Afternoon Of A Faun” drifted from the player. We both had been trained in the ballet and knew it well, even though Miki had left dance. I’d edited the music to dispense with some of the prefatory notes and had left the music that most intimately directed the two dancers in one of the most erotic ballets of all. We slowly moved and turned around the room, alternately embracing and releasing, touching and separating, caressing and dancing away until my gestures became more and more inviting, more and more willing. Miki danced perfectly, by his dance showing his acceptance of my invitation and, as I slowly descended to a brief kneeling position, his erection was obvious.
The music ended and Miki, flushed, seemed ready to sit again, but the music now changed, from the ballet score to a simple oldie, “Sitting On The Dock In Bay”, as I continued to hold his hand and then draw him to my embrace. Wordlessly, we slowly moved about the room, my face close against his chest, his hands first gently on my back, then slowly descending to my hips. The song ended, we rested in that posture until “In The Still Of The Night” began. Our dance continued until about half way through I looked up and kissed him lightly on the lips, then again, more deeply. Finally the music stopped and I continued to press him to me, thrilling to his hardness pressing against me. I wanted this to be slow, careful, loving, so I led him to the couch and we began a long time of kissing, touching, caressing, his hands moving easily to my legs now, gliding and caressing up my thighs, the silken fabric of my dress sliding easily along my thigh under his touch, then pressing to my inner thighs and, yes, my wetness and heat were obvious to me and, I assumed, to him.
Finally it was time. I broke a long kiss, drew back and looked into his eyes, and without speaking rose, took his hand, and led him upstairs to my room. I had prepared my bed; one more detail to think of over these months, and had laid a towel between the sheets. No telltale stains, I thought. Reaching behind me I quickly unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor. Miki, stunned for a second, hesitated, so that I reached down and quickly unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pressed them to the floor. I used that as an excuse to lower myself slightly to a kneeling position and drew his underwear down as well, giggling as his stone hard erection popped out. I kissed it lightly and rose, pulling his shirt over his head. Now naked, it was his turn; he reached behind me and expertly unsnapped my bra ignoring it as it fell to the floor. He bent down and, as he’d done numerous times over the recent month, began kissing and tasting my breasts. Briefly satisfied, he then knelt and pressed my panties down my legs, enveloping me in a hug, nuzzling between my legs, inhaling deeply.
I pushed him onto the bed, quickly joined him and, rolling to my side, opened the drawer of my bedside table, emerging with the condom. We seemed both struck then with a moment of awe as we each stared at the condom and absorbed its promise. Then, smiling, I tore it open. “Thank god for sex ed,” I laughed, as I stripped the air out of its tip, pressed Miki onto his back, and began rolling it onto his erection. Once it was on I smoothed it gently with my hands as Miki groaned his pleasure.
It would have been easy then, and perhaps even logical given that I had driven this whole adventure, if I’d simply straddled Miki and lowered myself onto his waiting cock. But my plan, my ultimate goal, was for our dad to own this, for dad to feel the control, the commitment. I wanted him to feel that he was taking charge, taking me, at my invitation, but making a decision. I wanted him to feel that while he was taking something, yes, he was also giving. And I felt that all of that would begin with positions. I wanted the classic missionary position for a start and hoped that the others would follow in time.
So I lay beside Miki, kissed, caressed, and fondled for some minutes, stroking him lightly, and then rolled onto my back, gently encouraging Miki with my hands. He needed no words, no instructions. He rolled first onto his side then lifted himself slightly and placed his knees between my legs, now spread for him. “Are you sure?” were his only words. To my wordless nod and smile he said “I love you, Mats. I love you so much.”
My reply was whispered “I love you too, Miki”, our last words as virgins. I then spread my thighs wider for him as he lowered himself over me, his forearms suspending him slightly above me. I reached down, found the rigid cock that I’d stroked and sheathed in the condom, and guided it towards my vagina. Feeling his tip first, I pressed it in and gasped as he began his first entry into me. I continued to guide, passing his glans up and down my opening, shivering with the pleasure while I soaked it with my juices, all the while each of us looking deeply into the other’s eyes; I so wanted to see Miki’s expression when he finally entered me.
And I didn’t have to wait long. Our mutual eagerness drove us as he began to press further, a gasp escaping us both as he pushed into me, now well lubricated by my juices, my warm, moist tunnel tightly gripping his eager cock. I had released him by now and my hands had drifted first to his back and then to his buttocks, gripping them, pressing him further into me. While my hands gripped his body, my vagina gripped his cock, holding it in a tight, hot, wet grip. I shuddered with delight as he reached the half way mark but we both felt my barrier at that point. He hesitated and drew back slightly, then pressed into me, only to be stopped again. We both knew the cause: my hymen, my maidenhead, my cherry. Once more he drew back slightly, breathing heavily now, and as he pushed again I suddenly raised my hips, lifting us both slightly, and helped as we felt Miki’s cock push past my hymen and slip entirely into me. The brief flash of pain was erased by the look of startled pleasure in Miki’s eyes and the sudden thrill of feeling my brother’s cock now fully inside me. Reflex took over as he buried his face in my hair, kissing my neck as I lifted my legs, placing the soles of my feet flat on the bed, cradling Miki’s body in the valley of my thighs.
We lay there for several moments, neither now moving save for my hands drifting up and down his back, his sides, and finally settling on his hips, holding and then signalling the beginning. I could feel tears running down my cheeks, tears of joy as I felt my brother deep inside me. He slowly withdrew, almost leaving me, then slowly and gently pushed back in, my body shaking with his first full and smooth entry into my body. I was speechless and was hardly able to construct a thought, but one did emerge; how could he be so gentle? I knew his pleasure mirrored mine and it was stunned that he could love me so slowly, so gently and not begin pounding me with his cock? The thought vanished as my brother then slowly withdrew again, and began that most pleasurable rhythm our bodies could know. Now words returned and as his strokes began their rhythm I heard myself; “Oh, god, Miki…you’re…I…UUUUNNGGHH…you’re fantastic…I..” seemingly unable to utter a fully coherent sentence as my brother’s cock began to speed its strokes. I suddenly found my own body’s rhythmic response and began to lift slightly to meet each of his thrusts, our bodies now, sister and brother, locked in their sublime, incestuous tempo.
Perhaps because I had planned and anticipated this for so long, I came first. Some part of my brain was left to logic and it marveled that Miki was able to keep thrusting over and over into me; I had heard from other girls that a boy’s first time would be a very short time. Not for Miki; he said later that he thought that the condom helped, that it insulated his erection enough that he could sustain his thrusts. I had no such insulation, though, and within short minutes I recognized the approaching orgasm, much as we recognize approaching hurricanes. As my brother’s thrusts continued my orgasm approached category 1, then 2, and onward and upward to a category 5 orgasm, as the storm hit me fully with all its furious pleasure. I had masturbated, yes, and Miki’s ministrations in the past weeks had increased the pleasure of my orgasms immeasurably, but nothing had prepared me for this. My body shook uncontrollably as I reflexively lifted both of us from the bed. Virtually riding me, Miki paused briefly, his cock deep inside me, as our bodies shook with my orgasm and Miki slowed, then stopped his thrusts.
As I fell back onto the bed Miki resumed his rhythm, my body shaking constantly as I came repeatedly. More reflex: my legs now wrapped themselves around my brother and my hands gripped him from behind, pressing and holding him inside me. As the waves of my pleasure receded, as the hurricane of pleasure moved on, I felt Miki’s entire body stiffen, heard his “Mats, I’m…I’m…” and then, as he thrust more deeply into me than he had so far, felt for the first time the pulsing of his cock as he released jet after jet of his seed, pumping his cum into his sister. But with the thrill of feeling his pulses deep inside my pussy, I felt the slightest sadness that the condom held it back, held his seed back from truly soaking his sister’s pussy.
I knew what to expect at that point; the sad wilting of my brother’s erection, his unwelcome withdrawal from me. But it didn’t happen. The jets of his semen expended, the pulsing of his cock ended, he remained stiff as we lay together, Miki’s cock still pressed deeply into me. “My god, you’re still hard” was all I could whisper as my hands drifted up and down his back.
“I feel…I feel…” was his only reply before he began to pull out.
“No, no, don’t…” more whispers from me, but I shouldn’t have worried. As his withdrawal was almost complete he plunged back into me and, laughing, we resumed our rhythm. My legs unwrapped and my thighs first resumed their valley for him, then, on a whim, I lifted my legs totally into the air, my hands leaving Miki to grasp my calves and hold them upright as Miki resumed his thrusts. “My god, what a stud my brother is” was my only thought as my second orgasm overcame me before I even felt its approach. My body shook again, unsupressed, as committed incestuous lovers now, we laughed. I dropped my legs to envelop him again with my arms and legs, hugging him closely as tears of laughter fell to the bed. Once more, more quickly this time, my brother came and once more I thrilled to the pulsing of his cock deep within me. “How much cum can this guy have?” I wondered.
Spent, Miki collapsed first onto me, our kisses fast and furious, broken only by our laughter. With one long tongue-dancing kiss he rolled onto his back, both of us now exhausted by our lovemaking, laughing again at the slurping sound of his departing cock. Suddenly I laughed at a thought. “What’s so funny?” he asked, rolling onto his side to face me.
“I was just wondering; did we just fuck once, or did we fuck twice?” I laughed.
Lowering his voice he replied “Well, speaking for myself, definitely twice. One condom, two fucks. A twofer,” he laughed.
“I don’t know if we can count on twofers every time,” I replied, “I only have one more rubber. Hoping we can squeeze two more sessions out of it, but I’m not holding my breath. Think you can find a few? Just to get us through the next month or so?” I was surprised at my dispassionate, almost clinical planning of my brother’s incestuous future with me.
“Pretty sure I can. I’ve been mentioning it around, that I thought I might get lucky with a certain girl I knew,” as he paused to kiss me, “and a couple of guys have suggested a drug store across town where no one asks for id or our age. Failing that I think I can get some from the family planning clinic.”
“Funny you’d mention that,” I continued in my analytical vein, “I’ve got an appointment at the clinic in three weeks. If it goes as planned, I think we can stop worrying about having enough condoms.”
“Excellent. I can’t wait to fuck you bareback,” he smiled.
“Me too,” I smiled back, “me too.” And then “Time to take care of business,” I said, reaching over to gently remove the object of our discussion, the condom still enveloping Miki’s cock. As I pulled it off I simultaneously wiped his flaccid penis with a cloth I’d kept handy. “How about a shower?” I suggested.
“Can’t wait,” he laughed. And with that we headed to the shower. Yes, I know; most porn accounts include shower sex, but not with Miki and me. Yes, we soaped each other down, yes, we reveled in the smooth silkiness of each other’s wet and soapy bodies and, yes, in minutes he was fully erect again, but we’d shot our (or his, at least) bolt and I explained that we needed to save our remaining condom for our future, as yet unscheduled lovemaking.
Towlled dry but still erect, I led Miki back to bed, pushed him down onto his back, and quickly descended onto him, taking his cock in my hand, laughing as his pre-cum emerged, smiling as I first rubbed my lips across his opening, spreading the pre-cum on them, better than any lip gloss, I thought, then taking first the glans and then quickly as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. Instantly he took my head in his hands, lightly pushing me onto him until I gagged, then letting me back off. I bobbed up and down his shaft as his moans grew louder and louder.
Suddenly I withdrew, fell onto my back next to him, and said quickly “come on me, Miki, come on me now. I want to feel your cum on me.” And with that he quickly rolled over and straddled me, now stroking himself quickly until suddenly his cock shot jet after jet of ropes of his seed onto my chest and breasts after his first jet landed on my chin. Both of us erupted in more laughter as he kept stroking and his jets kept coming, each slightly shorter than its predecessor. As he relaxed and sat back, my eyes locked on his, my hands idly found the pools of cum and began spreading them, reveling in the first time a man’s seed covered my fingers, covered my breasts. I continued to spread his semen until it became tacky and again I laughed at its stickiness. For the second time that night, this time out loud, I asked “how much cum do you have, bro? How can you reload so fast with so much sperm?” The only answer he gave was a wide prideful grin.
He rolled off me and said “Turnabout is fair play, they say” and quickly crawled down and just as quickly first nuzzled and then tasted my vagina. Almost instantly I began to shudder with his probing tongue, my body lifting off the bed as his tongue found my clitoris. But he stopped, readjusted his body to lie beside me, kissed me quickly so that I could taste my own juices on his tongue, and quickly cupped my mons. He wasted no time in finding my opening with first one finger and, properly oriented, pressed it in as my body again spasmed with the pleasure it brought. He doubled my pleasure instantly by adding another finger, and began his strokes, his fingers no longer obstructed by my virginity. It was probably less than two minutes before my entire body was wracked with my third orgasm of the night, his fingers fighting hard to continue their thrusts, gripped by my vaginal muscles, until, exhausted again by my orgasm, I laughed and pulled his hand away.
Another trip to the shower, a careful examination of towel and sheets, and we were ready to sleep. But one more lesson remembered: as we reentered the room we were struck with the unmistakable scent of sex. The air was heavy with it and we realized that, with parents in the vicinity, we had to be very careful not to alert them. We opened the window and marked in our minds how quickly the funky scent vanished. Satisfied, we fell together into my bed, kissed and cuddled. Our last words before sleep came were first from me: “Any regrets, Miki?”
“Are you kidding? This is the best thing that has ever happened to me. No, no regrets. We have a lot to think about, for sure, but I love you Mats…and I want to make love to you. A lot.”
I gave him a quick kiss. And with that we fell into deep sleep, the first time that we, brother and sister, slept together, our bodies perfectly spooning each other, my brother’s arm lazily cast across me in a gentle proprietary hug.