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The Sibling Diaries P02Getting StartedIt’d been years since I’d returned to San Francisco, the beautiful city by the bay. The day I arrived, the sun was out, the fog rested just outside the Golden Gate. Oh my God, the cable cars, the Bay, Mount Tam, Angel Island, south-of-market… My head was spinning, and there was so much to do.After arriving at Oakland airport and renting the car, I’d made good time into the city in spite of the foggy conditions and early morning traffic across the Bay Bridge. I made my way into SOMA, the South of Market district, where my new job was, only to discover they were closed for the day — a damned banker holiday and no one had told me!Pissed and relieved at the same time, I headed south in my rental to try and locate my new apartment. After driving by the building three times, I finally recognized the jumble of boxes sitting in the back of the moving van, blocking the address. My stuff had arrived early! I hurriedly parked across the street and jumped out, walking quickly towards the movers, when I suddenly realized I was really over-dressed. I was dressed for the office — high heels, skirt, white blouse, leather jacket; not exactly moving attire.Standing in the middle of the street, I looked up at the high-rise in front of me. The morning was getting late and it was about time for David to be waking up. Oh, that’s my brother, David. We had decided to share his apartment because I needed a place and he couldn’t afford the place he had, so… Here I was.The movers were already unloading boxes and furniture to the sidewalk. I walked over and shook the first one’s hand. “Hi, I’m Gretta.”He looked blank.”Gretta Mitchellson… The woman whose stuff this is?” That clicked.Still holding my hand, he turned away and yelled. “Oh, Mitchellson. Yeah. I’m Smitty. Hey, Arnie!”Another capped head poked out of the van. “Yeah, what the hell… Oh. Excuse me, miss.”I smiled and waved. “Look, bring up the furniture first. You can use the entrance over there, on the corner. It’s the twelfth floor.”Smitty looked up at David’s building, then his eyes went straight past my face to my tits. “Yeah, okay. We’ll… Uh, get right on it, Miss.”Men are so disgusting. “I’m going to go change. I’ll be down to help in a bit.” With that, I pulled my hand out of his and crossed the street, but not before the movers talked again.”Arnie, did you see the ass on that babe?””Yeah, fuckin’ a, prime, grade-A meat.”Ignoring them, I shook my head and pushed open the door to my new building.As I rode the elevator up, breathing deeply and tapping my foot, trying to think of anything, but the two jerks working for me downstairs, my thoughts drifted to my brother David. Not that David is a cretin. I wasn’t comparing him to those guys; rather I was thinking how much he wasn’t like them. He was sweet and caring. He’d always had time to help me out when I needed it, or just when I felt bad. What is it that makes some guys into jerks and others nice? I don’t get it.The doors slid open and I accidentally stepped right into the crack between the door and floor, trapping the heel of my shoe. I fell on my face, scr****g my knee on the carpet. My purse went flying against the far wall, spilling its contents everywhere. The doors of the elevator tried to close on my foot and I pulled my heel out of the crevice. It was broken at the top, my knee was bleeding through my new hose and my ankle was sore. Goddamn it, why today?I began gathering up the s**ttered remains of my purse — car keys, Mom’s house key, cell phone, address book, pen. Oh, and a pack of prophylactics my Mom insisted I take with me at the airport. “You never know, dear, when you may need one?”What did she think I was, some kind of slut? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next girl, but like I need a rubber handy? Gross. If I’m going to get laid, I’m going to know about it way in advance. Dinner, dancing, a little romance, a little foreplay — okay, a lot of foreplay, then maybe.I got up and limped down the hall, checking the apartment numbers along the way — 1210, 1206… Here it is, twelve hundred. I rang the bell. I sure hoped David was awake already.To my surprise, the door swung open two seconds later. “Sis!” All smiles, David threw his arms around me in a big hug, which pushed me back on my tender ankle.”Ow! Shit.”David backed off and looked at me. “What’s wrong? Damn! What happened to you?”I made a pouty face at him.”Oh, baby, come here.” David slipped his arm under mine and helped me into the apartment. With him assisting, I limped over to the sofa and sat down.”Let me get some ice and a towel.” David ran into the kitchen while I held my bleeding knee. See; I told you, he’s so nice and thoughtful. I looked down at my sc****d knee. It was just an abrasion, a carpet burn. It’d probably take weeks to heal. So much for short skirts! Worse yet these were new hose too. Sometimes I wondered why everything seemed to happen to me. I’d just… Oh wow!My mouth dropped open. My breath came in little bursts. My heart was racing. The view of the city out of the windows was incredible. The cool fog had cleared and the warm sun poured over the scenery.David ran back. “Okay, just lie back and I’ll take care of this. I’ve got some great stuff for this in my bike pack. Are you okay?”I looked back at David, kneeling at my feet. His face was full of concern for me. I smiled. “David, I can’t believe this view. It’s amazing. We can see all of Twin Towers and… Holy shit! Is that the top of the Golden Gate?”The mist that my flight had descended through was in the process of burning off and the panorama that is San Francisco spread itself before us in the bright primary colors of mid morning. The water that had flashed gray beneath the wings of the airplane now danced and sparkled blue as the haze lifted.”Yeah, you can see the whole thing when it’s clear. Told you you’d like it. Sit back and enjoy. I need to fix your knee. Okay? Uhm… Your hose look like toast. Can I just rip them to get to the…””I’ll just take them off.” I lifted my butt, grabbed the top of the panty hose and pushed them down over my knees and off my one good ankle.”What? What is it?” David was looking off to one side and down, away from me.He looked back at me, then rolled his eyes. “I… Am a guy, okay?”Confused, I snapped back. “Yeah. So…?””You just… You just flashed your panties at me.” He looked flustered.”I did not, I just took off my panty hose!”He nodded his head emphatically and raised his hands helplessly.I laughed and sat back on the sofa. He smiled, and rubbed his forehead.”Sorry, I… Can you fix my knee?” I wanted to change the subject.”Yeah, sure. Now, hold still. This might sting a little.”It did. I grimaced, showing my teeth as he cleaned the blood off of my knee, and out of the sc****.Seagulls were gliding in the wind outside the window while he dressed and fixed a bandage for me. I watched him bent over my knee as he put the bandage on. His thumbs gently rubbed the dressing into place, so that it would stick well. David had such a tender, caring way about him. He’d be a real catch someday for some special… His eyes flicked up my legs and stared. I looked down. My skirt was still rolled up to my hips. David was looking at my panties. The color drained out of my face. I didn’t know what to do. I could feel a tingling creep along my pussy like little fingers lightly brushing through the hair.His hands went to my knee and brushed it lightly. “There, all done.” He looked up at me brightly with his sea green eyes. “You okay? Does it hurt?””Uh… No, it’s fine. Thanks.” I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt back down.I was panting, a little out of breath. “I… Was surprised you were up already. I thought you usually slept in later than this.””Yeah, you’d be right most days, but I knew you were coming this morning and I wanted to straighten the place up a little.” He backed off to the center of the living room and raised his hands. “So, what do you think? Adequate?”I looked around at the sunken living room before me, the built in bookshelves along the low wall separating it from the kitchen and the hall. David had chosen nice subtle colors, too, for the furniture he had. “It’s wonderful. I won’t be crowding you here, will I? I mean, we could just as easily make this a temporary arrangement until I found…”David shook his head and took my hands. “It’s our place, pumpkin. Don’t worry about a thing. Want to see your room?””Sure, pull me up.”He gently helped me to my feet and I tried a couple of steps. My ankle didn’t look swollen; maybe it wasn’t too bad. “You okay? Can you walk?””Yeah, I think so. I better stick to the elevator for a while, though.”Knock, knock, knock! The door rumbled.My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh, shit! The movers! I forgot to tell you…”David hushed me with a gesture. “Don’t sweat it. I got this.” He opened the front door and began telling Goofus and Doofus where to put my stuff.I walked up the two tiny stairs to the hallway and followed it back to the bedrooms. The first one was empty. The second one was just off the balcony and filled with David’s stuff. On his dresser were framed pictures of the family — Mom, Dad and an old one of me, taken in Vegas. I’d forgotten about that trip. In the picture, I was standing in front of a million-dollar one-armed bandit somewhere on the Strip. I smiled, remembering the time we’d shared, staying in hotels and with our Aunt and Uncle. There was a new one of David, a much more recent photo. He’d really matured over the past three years while I was away at school and he was out here — so handsome.”Did you want to get changed?” David stood I the doorway. “One of the movers mentioned…”I put his picture back down, and just stared at him for a moment. “Yeah. I… Uh, need to get into some work clothes and help those guys.””I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Gretta.””Why not?””Your ankle. Up and down a lot today won’t help it get better.””Oh, it’s okay. It’s just today. I’ll be f…”David put up his hand. “Okay, let’s work it like this. I help the guys get your stuff up from the street, and you stay up here and unpack. Deal?”I sighed and smiled at him. “You’re the best.””Yeah, I know. It’s too bad they can only make you a saint after you die.”“I think you have to be Catholic too.” I said, smiling again.”Okay I’ll consider conversion but meanwhile, where’s your suitcases?”Twenty minutes later, I was in a T-shirt, jeans and tennies, unpacking plates in the kitchen. David, true to his word, helped the movers get everything up bahis firmaları to the twelfth floor. By the time they were paid and gone, there were moving boxes, furniture and pictures filling the living room and running out into the hall.I was done with the kitchen and started opening another box, labeled “bedroom.”David came back from the elevator. His shirt was soaked with sweat. “Where did you ever accumulate so much crap?”My brow furrowed. ” I resent that. Some of this crap is really expensive.”David smiled. “OK, where did you accumulate so much expensive crap?”“Mostly from secret admirers. Did you bring up the crate of lead ingots?”“It’s right next to the scrap iron. Are you sure they were secret admirers or just neighbors who didn’t pay their trash service? Honestly have you ever heard of an organization called the “Goodwill?” They have trucks that will come right to your door and pick up shit like this.”“I called, they said they didn’t want it.”“At least they have taste, unlike some people I could mention by name but won’t.”“Bite me.””You want a beer?””Absolutely.”I opened the fridge and pulled two beers out, popping the caps off. I handed one to David. “To an amazing duo!”David clinked his beer against my raised one. “To us!”I tilted the beer back and chugged a little. Mmm… Almost nothing as good as a cold one when you’ve been working hard. It felt like liquid gold, bubbling down my throat.I felt a chill. The fridge was still open. I pushed it shut. Turning to David, he had his beer to his lips, but he was staring at my tits. Concerned, I looked down. My nipples were erect, clearly sticking up through the T-shirt. I looked back up at David. His eyes were on mine.I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, that’s going to happen sometimes.”He took another drink, watching me. “What’s going to happen?”He tried to look totally innocent. “David, you were…””Calculating how much money I can save in central heating? What’s the matter? Did you slash your underwear budget or something?” He pointed at my chest.I looked back down at my nipples. Yep, still waving.”Can’t you cover them up or something?””Excuse me, they are covered.””You know what I mean.”I got defensive. “You mean wear a bra, is that it?””Well, whatever. Most women do.” David started to walk away.”David, look at me.”He stopped and turned around.I put my beer down and gestured. “This is me. This is what comes with me. Wearing a bra is purely fashion for me. If you and I are going to live together, you need to get over any… Icky feelings you have about having a woman around.””I don’t have any…””You said it yourself.””What?”Making myself as pompous as possible. “I’m a guy! You just flashed me!””What? Oh, come on.””No, you listen to me. You are going to have a female in your life for a while. I have panties, tampons, breasts and a pussy! They’re going to be here. They travel with me. Get used to it!”David smiled kind of funny, and leaned against the kitchen counter. “What? What is it?””I’m not so sure about the breasts.””Oh, you asshole!” I jumped on him and hit him in the back. “You take that back, you jerk!”He ran into the living room, trying to get away from me, but I kept after him, hitting him on the arms, the shoulders, and the back. “You take that back!””Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It was just a little joke. I mean, two little jokes.” He laughed and tried to stay just out of my reach. He dodged left, trying to make it to the hallway and I caught him. He fell over the corner of the coffee table, and I want down on top of him. He fell on his back and I landed on his chest. “Take it back, you dickhead!”“Bite me.”I leaned over and bit him on the ear.“Ouch, that hurts.”I increased the pressure slightly. I could smell his aftershave as well as his own personal scent from the hard work. A shiver ran down my body right through my hips. “Okay, okay, I take it back.” He began chuckling, deep throaty masculine laughter.I let go of his ear, pushed back and sat on him. I smiled, raising my arms in triumph — the queen of the jungle! Suddenly, my eyes popped open. I shifted my hips a little. A sizeable lump was pressed directly against my…I jumped to me feet. My mouth open in shock and my eyes open. David lay before me.”A little help?” He raised his hand. Breathing again, I took it and I pulled him up. That must have been a mistake. He couldn’t have been… Excited or anything. Not with his sister. Not with me. Putting the thoughts out of my mind, I pulled his arm around my waist, and we walked into the kitchen to discuss what we’d have for lunch.The remainder of the day was spent unpacking. At last, all of my stuff was either put away, hung up or repacked in boxes which David carried down to our storage space on the parking level. It was six in the evening and the sun was setting over the bay.As the lights of the city started to twinkle into life, we sat in the living room sipping a great California Merlot and picking over the remainder of the Chinese food we’d had delivered. I was explaining that in a few days I would have a company car, which would need a parking permit.“You mean you just get to go down to the dealership and pick out whatever you want?”“That’s about the size of it.”“God, Sis, in my line of work, I call it a perk if the check doesn’t bounce. They make all the payments?”Yep… Insurance too.”“That’s amazing.” He shook his head, staring at his chopticks, then got a serious look.“I’ve got to fly out of here tomorrow to Colorado to research a story I’m writing about new internet start-up companies. So, here’s the key to the place. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up. “Should I make a copy?”Why don’t you make three copies? I’ll be back in town before the end of the week” “Okay, but why three copies?”“I’m giving a key to Sandy.”“And just who is Sandy?” “Easy. Sandy is a girl I’ve been seeing for about a year. I wrote you about her.”“Oh, her.” I went back to my eggroll.“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Gretta. I know you two are going to get along great!”“Okay, if you say so.”“She’s dying to meet you.”“Then, why isn’t she meeting me?” I copied his tone.He got a serious look on his face and paused for emphasis. “She’s in New York, attending a conference. She should be back in a few weeks.” He sighed and picked at his noodles.I raised my eyebrows. “A long distance relationship?” “For the time being, but she has a place here. I’m watering the plants for her while she’s gone and it just occurred to me she might need an extra key to the apartment when she gets back.”“This sounds pretty serious.” I smiled.He smiled back and tried to hide it. “Yeah, I guess, but I’m not rushing things.”I tried to tease him. “Are you comfortable with her out of town and gone so long, I mean aren’t you afraid she might be seeing other guys?”He grinned and took a big bite out of his noodles. “I’m sure she’s not just… Seeing them.”This caught me. “Does she… Does she mess around on you?” He looked at my face and held his hands up. “Look, Gretta. I love you, but you’ve got a lot to learn about me. Don’t worry… Uh, we’ve got plenty of time to get reacquainted, but for the time being…”I was very confused. “But… But Sally’s messing around while you’re…””Gretta!” He looked almost angry. “First of all, it’s Sandy. Second of all, I think you need…” He sighed. “I think I’ll retire to my room, give my girl a call and get some shuteye.” He picked up his wineglass, drained the remainder and walked to the kitchen.I was bugged. I didn’t get… Oh, whatever. California sure has changed my brother.An hour later I was snuggled under the covers of my bed flipping through the cable selections and starting to feel sleepy when I realized David hadn’t given me a parking pass for tomorrow. I didn’t want to park a brand new car on the street. I got up out of bed and walked down the hall to David’s room. Was he still awake?He was, I could hear the rumble of his voice as he talked with his girlfriend. I knocked gently and peeked inside. David was lying on his bed entirely naked, his face turned away from the door with the phone on his ear.He rolled his body towards the door and my hand shot to my mouth. I almost screamed. Out of his thatch of brownish-blond hair, his penis was sticking up, erect and very big. He had one hand around the base of it next to his balls and the other one was lightly stroking the head with just his fingertips. My mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, watching him. My mind was in turmoil. Should I clear my throat or… Instead I stood there in silence, transfixed as his hand moved up and down his hard cock in a leisurely fashion.Looking down at myself I realized that I was nearly naked. I was wearing a pair of panties and a very thin top that clearly showed my breasts through the semi-transparent material. I felt a slight tingling at my pussy. My nipples were rock hard.This is sick. I quietly closed the door. What had I been thinking, walking in on him like that and me nearly naked, too? Embarrassed for us both, I headed back to my room. Feeling suddenly chilled, I took my robe down from its hook and put it on, jumping when my fingers brushed my right nipple. I looked down, my nipples were sticking out really stiff and my aureoles were swollen firm. My right hand touched my nipple again and a little shock tingled right down my body, making my breath quicken. I closed my eyes as my thumb and forefinger caressed my breast. The tingle began to spread.What’s wrong with me? I pulled the robe closed. I walked back down the hall and firmly knocked on David’s door. Shuffling and bed sheets flying. “Wait a second. Come in, sis.”He sat up in bed with the covers pulled up, and still on the phone.“Sorry to bother, but you forgot to give me the parking pass.”Realization crossed his face. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. Wait here a sec and I’ll go get it for you. In the meantime, I want you to meet Sandra Hawkins.” He got up, speaking into the portable. “Sandy, I want you to meet my sister, Gretta.” He handed me the phone and walked out.He was wearing boxer shorts that showed no evidence of an erection whatsoever. On the nightstand, however, stood an open bottle of massage oil and what appeared to be a battery operated vibrator. My eyes flew open and stared. I looked away with my furrowed brow, and shook my head. Mind your own business. I put the phone to my ear.A voice buzzed through the speaker. “Hello? Hello? Are you there?””Oh, yes. Hi.” I caught sight of the vibrator again, frowned and turned away from the nightstand.“I am so sorry that I can’t be there to kaçak iddaa meet you in person, David talks about you all the time.” Her tone was utterly sincere.She sounded nice. “He does?”“Indeed, as a matter of fact we’re both very excited about you coming to live with David.” I thought I heard an undertone of humor, as if she were sharing a private joke with herself, but still…“You are?” In college, most girlfriends I had known were pretty territorial, even with sisters. But I wasn’t in college or Chicago any more for that matter.“Gretta, you really have no idea just how happy we both are that you chose to move in. It’s not really the money. If David asked me, I’d be happy to give him the extra money he needs to make the rent. I think he needs to have family around and I could use a girlfriend to play with.”Yep, she sounded almost too nice. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of friends already, I don’t want to be an imposition” “But not girlfriends that…” “Here you go.” David walked back into the bedroom, holding a plastic card in his hand.“David’s back.” I pressed the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry, you were saying?””Oh, well…Welcome to our little corner of the world, Gretta.”“Thanks. Thanks very much, Sandy. See you soon.” I handed the phone back to David. He gave me the card.He immediately sank back into the depths of his phone conversation and climbed into bed. I closed the door quietly and walked back down the hall.Back in my room, standing in front of the full-length mirror at the end of my bed, I slipped the robe off my shoulders and looked at myself. I turned sideways and placed my hands on my hips. Then I stood up straight and pulled my shoulders back. Not too bad.Sandy sounded nice. But there was something mysterious… Something in the way she said things. What was that she had said about girlfriends? And she sounded like she was rich or something, offering to pay for David. I wonder what she’s like? Knowing my brother, she’s probably a knockout–curvy body, big boobs, drop-dead gorgeous. Oh yeah, your basic nightmare. Probably real high-maintenance. I sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking in the mirror. I saw the covers behind me and thought of David, lying in bed. I blushed. My cheeks burned. I should have known better than just to walk in. If he’d done that to me, I would have probably screamed. Heck, I almost did scream. I grinned and closed my eyes.I stood there for a moment, thinking about what I’d just seen — my brother’s penis sticking straight up, obviously aroused and his fingers touching it lightly in an erotic caress. The same tingling from before started climbing all around my pussy, racing up and down my tummy. I pressed my hand to my mons and clutched my knees together. I sighed — a long low sigh. I moaned and sat on the bed, opening my eyes. My nipples were swollen. I leaned back, lifting my top up. I hardly had any breasts, but it was almost as though Mother Nature had tried to make up for what I was lacking there in my nipples — long, thick and surrounded by pinkish aureole that puffed up whenever I was feeling aroused. They were puffy now, like someone had inflated them. I wetted my fingers in my mouth and began gently twisting my nipples, milking them from base to tip. My favorite caress when I’m alone. I looked down at my busy fingers. I wish my tits were bigger. Little shivers ran through my body, straight from my nipples to my pussy. I could feel my labia getting slippery, the lips sliding against one another. I looked up.The girl in the mirror was flushed and little goose bumps were standing up on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I lifted the gauzy top over my head and let it float to the floor. The girl in the mirror mimicked me. A mirror. The girl in the mirror — Amber. I remembered from freshman year, doing the same thing with my roommate standing beside me. We had masturbated together, watching ourselves in a mirror.I pinched my nipples a little harder, and bit my lip to stifle a groan.She and I had spent the night talking about guys and dating and finally sharing our sexual experiences with each other. After about three hours of this kind of talk I had felt myself getting wet, the lips sliding against one another, just like now.She had kissed me out of the blue. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”“No… Have you?”“No, I just thought…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She kissed me again — so soft. She backed away and looked at me.“What are you thinking?” My body trembled.“I don’t know.” She kissed me again. “But I like this. Do you?”I looked at her deep green eyes, her tousled hair in her face. “Yes.”She smiled and leaned towards me. Closing my eyes, I felt her soft tongue lick my lips. I opened my mouth and her hands gently pulled us together. My head spun. The kiss to intensified into a passionate, lingering erotic kiss. When we broke apart, she was flushed, breathing deeply. We looked down at each other. Her nipples were very clearly showing through her nightshirt. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit and nipples.Looking at her I said, “Well, what do you think?”“It was all right, but… But I think kissing a boy is still better.”“I agree it felt nice, but boys are best.””Right.” We kissed each other again, harder.I pictured it in my mind as I continued looking in the mirror, touching my breasts and squeezing myself until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slipped my panties down my legs, seeing myself back in the dorm room with Amber.She hugged me as we kissed. I felt her breasts warmly press against mine and her hands massaging my back. I felt the bed behind me press up into us — Amber resting on top of me.”Ow!” Amber pushed off of me and sat back, grabbing at her side.”I’m sorry. Did I…?” I felt embarrassed.”No, no, no. It’s just this fucking bra.” Amber pulled her blouse up and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra. “This goddamned underwire is killing me. Sorry.””That’s okay, I…” But I froze. She lifted her arms out of the tshirt and pulled the bra away, exposing her breasts to me. I’d seen her naked often enough as we were getting ready for classes, but never this close — never in bed together.She started rubbing underneath them, massaging where it had bit into her. They jiggled. God, when did she get this big?She saw me staring. “Oh, I’m sorry, I…” Her shoulders sagged and she looked down at me. “You’re so lucky.”I looked down. My nipples poked out against the slight swell of my bosom. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing here.”She smiled, looking me in the eyes. “Are you k**ding? You’re beautiful.””I guess we all want what we can’t have.” I pointed at her boobs. “Your breasts are incredible — big, round, curvy.” I sighed. “Like a real woman should be.”She took my hand and pulled me to her, kissing me softly again. A thrill ran through my shoulders, ending in an ache at the end of my nipples. She took my hand and pressed it underneath her breast.”It’s okay, go ahead, please.” She licked her lips, watching me.I swallowed and looked at my hand. Gently, I lifted. It was so soft, like… Just like a velvet pillow. Amber took my other hand and placed it on her other breast. My breathing was becoming ragged. She placed her hands outside of mine and pressed her boobs together. The cleavage went almost to her neck.”I wish mine would do that.”She put her arms around me, hugging me, whispering, “Sweetie. Yours hands feel so good. My boyfriend just grabs, but you… You feel sexy.”She smiled and I grinned.She lifted her hand, and looked me in the eyes. “How… How do you like to… To be touched?”I took her wrist, closed my eyes and placed her hand flat against my chest, just below my neck. I guided her palm over and down, rubbing quietly under and around my left breast. All I could hear was our breathing. My heart hammered against my ribs.”My boyfriends never touches my breasts. I don’t think they know what to do when nothing’s there.” Her hand massaged its way by itself now, slowly teasing then hotly rubbing over my breasts and nipples.She stopped. I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me. I could smell her arousal.“How do you like to be played with?” I pointed between my legs.”You mean with my pussy?”I swallowed. “Yes.””Well, usually, it’s dark and in his car. He gets excited… Hard, you know, and he sticks his fingers down my…””No, not that.” I smiled. She looked confused. “When you’re alone. How do you like to be played with?”An eyebrow shot up from Amber and her mouth opened a little. I thought she was about to say something.I decided to take a gamble. “Can you show me?”She looked around. “Right now?”I just smiled.She looked down. “I’d be embarrassed just standing in front of you, naked while you just sat and watched.”“I could get undressed too.”She sighed, looking at me. “Okay.”I stood up to undress.“Gretta?”“Yes” I unbuttoned my top.“One other thing.”“What’s that?” I said slipping my bottoms off, now totally naked except for a pair of very wet panties.“You have to show me, too.”My nipples ached at that. I covered them with my palms. “Maybe, we could just show each other at the same time.”Amber hesitated. “You won’t tell anyone?”“No, this is just between us.”She laid back on the bed and pulled off her bottoms, exposing a very pretty pair of panties that were clearly just as soaking as mine. She stood, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties at her hips, the she stopped, looking at me.I woke up, took a deep breath and slid mine down off my legs, rolling back on the bed. She stripped her panties down and climbed onto the bed beside me. Her pussy was very hairy. A little trail even reached to her navel.She looked down at my mons. “Do you shave it?”My eyes flashed to my body. “No, no. Why?””Why shave it, or…?”I was confused. “Why do you ask?”She sat up on one elbow and looked at my pussy. “Because there’s hardly any… Well, look. With your blonde hair, it looks like peach fuzz — barely there. You can see everything.”Embarrassed, I blushed scarlet right down to my nipples.Amber touched my shoulder and brushed my neck with her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry, Gretta. You’re very pretty — really. Most girls have to shave themselves to look as good as you do naturally.” She smiled and lay back down, her breasts flattened out towards her arms.She started slowly teasing her hands along her sides. “First, I have to be touched and get aroused, but I think I’m past that stage now.” She lifted her left knee and deftly slipped a finger along her slit. She closed her eyes and rolled her head kaçak bahis towards me, breathing deeply. “When I touch myself, I like it to be light and gentle, just making the skin aware.” She moaned lightly in the back of her throat. I was riveted. As I start to get more excited and wet, I open my outer lips and run just the pads of my fingers along them. It feels almost like a lick.””A lick?”She continued running her fingers slowly up and down inside, teasing her lips open. “Yes, haven’t you…?” She stared at me for a moment.She closed her eyes and lifted her right knee. “When I’m ready, I press a finger inside me.” She groaned as she slid her middle finger deep inside. “I love the tingling sensation I get when it pushes me apart, spreading me.”As I pictured Amber lying beside me now, I pushed a finger deep inside myself, reveling in the exquisite moment as my insides move to allow the intrusion. I moaned softly, panting against the mattress beneath me.I watched the finger bury deep inside her puss and pull out again, pulling her lips open like two pink little butterfly wings. She started to pant. “As I get… More excited. I like to squeeze my breasts a little.” Her other hand ran up her side, cupping her boob across the top with her fingers. When they squeezed down, she arched her back, pushing her breast into the palm. She moaned. “It feels… So good.” She let out a long stream of air.In front of the mirror in David’s apartment, I did the same, sighing. “Then what, Amber? How… How do you finish?”The question stumbled out of my mouth. I wanted to grab the words and pull them back in. Amber’s eyes opened, looking at me. I could see a little sweat on her upper lip and her forehead.She breathed heavily. “You… You wanna… Want to watch me?”I sighed. “Yes.” My pussy was soaked. I felt a drop run down the inside of my thigh.Amber tucked both her heels tightly up against her bottom, spreading her legs high and wide. “Then, when I’m… Ready…” She breathed in and out a couple of times quickly. “I press in another finger… Ahhhh.” She had two fingers in her vagina now, pumping slowly in and out. “And I use my other hand to… To… Oh my God! To… Make… Make me… Ohhhh!” Her other hand started rubbing along the side of her clit. I couldn’t see it, but I knew where she was touching. Her finger rolled around her hand, making little circles around the top of her pussy. The room smelled of her.She opened her eyes and looked at me. They were glazed over, only half-open. Her mouth was open, breathing in and out like she was running a race. The breath from my mouth was making my tummy move in and out, too. I wanted to touch my pussy. I could feel my clit throb with Amber’s every thrust of her fingers.”Here… Here, you… You do it.” She grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her pussy. I hesitated. She felt me tense.”Please, Gretta. I want to cum. I need to cum. Please help me.” The pleading on her face got to me. I let her guide my hand. Her pussy was wet — very wet. It felt as if my fingers were pressing into an oily hot goo. I felt a hard little nub brush my fingertips.”Right there. Right there. ” She moved my fingers in a little circle for a minute, then let go. I kept moving them just like she had, but gently, lightly.She looked up at me, speaking between breaths. “No, Gretta, push harder… Oh yeah, that’s better.”Her hips started to push up every time I pushed down, rocking against my fingers. Her breath came in great whooshes out of her mouth, little moans at the end of each breath. Then, slowly, finally, she got frantic. Her fingers sawed in and out faster and faster, her other hand clutching at her boobs.”Oh, here I… Gretta! I’m gonna… I’m going to… Oh God!” She grabbed my hand and held it to her dancing hips, shaking and collapsing on her side in a frenzy of spasms. Her face was red and her eyes were rolled back in her head, panting and puffing. She stopped for a moment, then jerked again, stopping her breathing and jerking again. Finally, she panted once deeply and calmed, the tension draining from her. A little drool dripped from the side of my mouth. I brought my hand up and wiped it from my lips. I looked at it hanging there. I pressed my fingers back up into my pussy and thought about what Amber said next to me all those years ago.She opened her eyes and saw me. “My God.” She sighed and breathed in deeply, making her breasts rise. “Look at your nipples.”I looked down at them. They stood out straight, about an inch. Long, erect, hard nipples on top of my puffy aureole, all pink and covered in little goosebumps. She touched my right one with her finger. I jumped and closed my eyes as a shivering jolt ran through my body. When I opened them, I noticed my hands were shaking.Amber was smiling at me. She sat up on one elbow, leaned in and kissed me – just a quick peck on the lips. Then she put her right hand on my shoulder and pushed. I rolled onto my back, my nipples pointing straight up in the air. She looked at me.”Your turn.”I felt very self-conscious all of the sudden. I tried to clear my head, so I could think of what I should do first. I closed my eyes and started to run my hands up and down my sides.She kissed me. She licked at my lips and I opened my mouth to her. Her tongue snaked its way inside and tickled the roof of my mouth. I moaned. I felt her hand pull on my thigh. I moved it, opening my legs, but she pulled my thigh up, between us.Then, I felt it. Her hand was lightly touching me. A finger lazily grazing up and down my slit, teasing, not entering, not rubbing, but gently stroking. I bounced my hips up, trying to catch her finger.She chuckled low in her throat and broke the kiss, her emerald eyes burning into mine. “Is this what you want, sweetie?”Her two stiff fingers sank slowly into me, pressing deep, spreading my vagina wide open.My head came up, almost hitting hers as the breath shot out of my mouth, followed by a moan. “Oh, oh, mmm…”I clutched my arms around her, holding on as she started moving her fingers in and out of me. “You’re too far gone to play around, Gretta. You want to cum right now, don’t you?”I just grunted as her arm pistoned the fingers into me.”You want to cum all over my fingers, don’t you Gretta? Is this what you want?”Her arm was a blur, plunging into me. Behind my eyes, I saw blue stars spread around the eyelids. I held onto her for fear of falling off the bed. Her large breasts hugged against my aching nipples. Little tingles of delight started echoing between my clit and my brain, spreading a tension that had stretched itself between my hips. I tried to answer her, but only moaned. “Uh-huh!”She pressed me down onto the bed, holding her fingers still inside me for a moment. My hips were moving of their own volition, seeking stimulation against her hand. Sweat pooled between my breasts and ran down my tummy’s side. My face felt clammy. My lips were dry from panting.Amber kissed the side of my face, then sat up for a moment, her fingers still inside me.She took my hand and brought it down to my pussy. “Go sister, I want to see you when you cum.”I locked eyes with her and started to rub my clit. The sensation was too great. I rolled my eyes back as my head flung back against the bedspread. I felt something hot close over my nipple. Amber had closed her mouth over it and was sucking me. “Oh! Amber, what are you… What are…?” God, it felt good. As she licked my nipples, little shocks tingled down my body, tumbling around in my tummy and burst into my head. I felt like I’d been plugged in.I looked up at the mirror across the room. Amber leaned over, kissing my breasts and pumping her arm between my legs. My own finger was a blur over my clit.As I continued to picture Amber and I on that night, another thought elbowed its way into my mind. My mental geography changed and I saw into the next room, picturing David as he talked to Sandy on the phone and stroking his rigid cock. I shook my head, banishing the image of David from my mind. I pictured a big, hard cock in front of me with a masculine torso above it. His hands slowly jacking the shaft. The purple head of it pointed right at me. I licked my lips, breathing heavily. My hands continued to make love to me, pressing me high, stretching the tension in my hips. I moaned at the back of my throat.The cock in front of me was turning purple and swelling in the hand that caressed it. I spread my legs, wishing this big penis were right there, right at my pussy, ready to fuck me. I continued to plunge my fingers inside my tight pussy. I thrust my finger in and out, sliding its length across my clit in my special place. My breath quickened.I put another finger inside me, pushing and twisting it deep down until I touched my G-spot. Stars went off. I arched my back, knocking my head against the headboard, but no pain, I felt too, too good. I pictured the cock at my pussy, pressing inside me, coating its shaft in my juices, fucking in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come all over it, come all over that cock.That did it. Bolts of electricity raced down my legs. I tried to stifle it, but a groan escaped, followed by a sob; I couldn’t help it, I was coming so nice. I jammed my two fingers deep in my pussy and came against them, fucking my hips forward, making my bed squeak. As my orgasm started, I looked up the torso and saw the man’s face. It was David. It happened so fast that I was powerless to stop it. A vivid picture of David above me, sweaty, panting and pumping his hips. Horrified, I looked down between my legs and saw his erect cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It felt so good. Suddenly, he pulled out, and stood between my spread thighs. He stroked his cock and squirted hot cream, arching in the air, and splattering across my body as I came in front of him, as I came with him! Oh no! I can’t… Can’t do this. My hips bucked against my hand as sparks flew up my body.My orgasm washed over me, spasms making me jump against the sweaty sheet beneath me. The tension broke in my hips and plunged my mind into light — a big burst of light behind my eyelids. I coughed once, trying to breathe too fast. But I eventually slowed, coming down, settling, sinking into the bed beneath me until I breathed deeply in the warmth of my cum.I don’t know how long I laid there naked, the covers thrown off and my nipples pointing at the ceiling, but I felt great – but wrong. Here I was basking in the afterglow of an anonymous fuck by an imaginary man only to be replaced at the last moment by my own brother, David.What the hell is wrong with me? As the afterglow conspired with my own exhaustion, the night swept me away into concerned sleep. The last thing I remember as the darkness closed in was the sound of David’s bed, squeaking from the next room.

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