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Why is this always the first thing I notice when I wake up? Why? I mean I know why, it's hard and begging for my attention. But why does it have to be this way? Couldn't I just take the moment to appreciate the morning light? No, I got to deal with my hard on instead.

And you know, maybe it would be ok if I could just enjoy the pleasure of beating myself off, but not with that attitude I can't. Masturbation should be fun right? But not if every second you're thinking about how you're burdened with it. I didn't choose this hard on, this hard on chose me.

So I lie there stroking, desperately wishing that I can hurry up and cum already. Even though I don't even know why. It doesn't help. You try masturbating while feeling guilty about how long it's taking. It makes it take so much longer.

I could always try delving into my sexual fantasies to make the process go faster, but all my fantasies have become taunts. Visions of a world that can never be. I used to be excited about the possibilities that sex could offer me, instead I now feel impotent in the face of all the sexual grandiosity my fanciful mind can imagine. No way I'm living up to that shit

It takes two to tango. To fuck I need someone to fuck. Can't do it all on my own. I'm not a hermaphrodite. I can't very well fuck myself, can I? No, I need to find someone else. Someone who will accept my sexual impulses. Easier said than done.

The sad thing is, my sexual inclinations are pretty vanilla. I kind of just like to fuck, maybe play around with some hand and mouth stuff and then lie down together, preferably naked. Yet even that seems to be just out of my reach.

Is it wrong to say I don't really want to be in a relationship? I don't feel very lovey dovey right now. Don't feel like I got all that much love to give. Would like to get laid still if that's an option. Some girls would think that's a problem, would decry me as the reason that men are terrible. Meanwhile if some girl wanted to do the one night stand thing she'd be hailed as empowered and an example to us all.

Don't get me wrong, girls got their own double standards to live with, don't see anyone calling me slut, whore, prude, bitch or misandrist anytime soon. Still, it would be nice if I could just want to fuck and everyone would be ok with it. I'm a dude, it makes total sense why I would want to fuck without any of the strings.

Ah well that's me complaining again. I try not to, I really do. It's just it's so easy to just bitch. And I was in college (off for the summer) so my life should've been nonstop barrage of hook ups and what not, but it's kind of annoying when I could run into every potential hook up on campus and most girls seem to treat hooking up as nothing but more fuel to pile on the gossip fire. Don't want my sexual encounters to be giggled about no thanks.

Well, hopefully the following words will make up for the amount of bitching I've done, both for your sake and mine. Anyway, finished jacking off in case you were following that thread with great interest. I go do my dressing up for the day and go downstairs. I go to the fridge and pour myself a nice big old glass of OJ. I know you're just dying to get back to my endless descriptions of how sad and horny I am but I'm going to take a moment to shill for OJ, it's my inner monologue after all. OJ is just the best, it takes a lot of effort to keep me from only drinking it.

Nevertheless my love for OJ is not enough to keep its deliciousness inside my mouth when I take a look outside. Spit take all the way baby when I see my sister Tiffany and her friend Lucy sunning outside by the pool. Did I mention they were both completely naked? I didn't huh, well uh you can understand how my mentioning skills are a little screwy now right?

So OJ's dripping down my chin while I stare at my nude sister and her equally nude friend. What do I do now? There's not really a pamphlet for how to deal with this situation, so I just stare. Probably the worst decision I can make, besides any other than any other decision.

I can't just go out and talk to them, can I? I mean I could but... then I'd be talking to my naked sister and her equally naked friend. Can't have that can we? Think of the awkwardness, won't you think of the awkwardness? I am and it's all I'm thinking about. Awkward, Awkward, Awkward, AAACK!

Still though, curiosity finds its way into my mind. What're they doing naked out there? What do they look like close up? How will they respond to me? I also live in this house, they can't really blame me for running into them naked if they're out in the open like this.

I guess a little more staring can't hurt, except, you know, my psyche. Visuals of naked girls aren't exactly known to aid in rational decision making. The way I see it I got three choices, stay in here staring like a creep, go out there and talk like a weirdo or go upstairs and hide like a coward. Yep there will be no valiancy for me here. All roads lead to dubiousness from here on out.

I continue my staring and take a look at Lucy and sis. Lucy is lying down on an inflatable pool raft, ass hitting the sun. Can't be the most candid watcher from this far out but damn that ass. If I'm stuck in this awkward situation, well I'm at least glad her bare ass is involved somehow.

Well I know what my eye's next target is, but do I dare? My eyes long to glance over, give me the lay of the land, but at what cost? This wouldn't be like Lucy as she didn't exit the same womb as I did. Still curiosity comes a calling. It couldn't hurt, right? If she really cared about not being seen naked she wouldn't have it all out in the daylight right?

With my conscious in turmoil I give in and turn to have a peak. With it my guilt fades slightly. You know I'm still looking at a family member in the buff but at least I know that there's no way she cares if I see her. I'm no body language expert but that body reads "I don't give a flying fuck." Lying on her back, legs not together, fully in the sun. Yes these are all tell-tale signs of body comfort.

I think back to all the college girls I complained about, would any of them do this? No, they were lacking the audacity levels for anything resembling this. They would rather just talk about how hot Mr. 6 foot stubble is and how their bestie hooked up with him. All talk, talk, talk but now I'm face to face with some action. And what do I do? I cower. You know what though, not for long I'm not. I'm down with going face to face. This is going to be weird, freaky and probably just wrong but I'm going for it.

I step to the outdoor glass door. Moment of truth time, do or die, in or out. I feel my hand tremble as I struggle to will myself to grab hold of the handle. I do after much shaking, and now it's time to make some noise. I give it a jump of a push to the side, no way Lucy and sis didn't hear that. I look to hear what music I'm about to face and all I hear is white noise. No reaction whatsoever.

They just continue to lay down, no effort to hide their bodies at all. That's odd, which I guess is weird coming from me. I'm about to talk to my naked sister after all. Anyway guess it's pull this door all the way open time. I do just that and take a step outside.

I'm outside and still no one cares. I'm seeing them at their most vulnerable and they still lie down like I'm not even in the picture. My footsteps are making sounds dammit! There's no way that both of them have gone deaf.

Well, nothing to do but venture closer. First stop my sister. Footstep, footstep, footstep, all leading up to my sis. She just lays there, leaving her breasts and vag uncovered to the world. Ok, now I'm literally leaning over her and still no sign of acknowledgment. The only thing she's got on is these sunglasses, hiding all hope of an expression from my eyes.

"Hey," I finally say.

"Hey," she nonchalantly says back. No acknowledgement of her nudity there. She's really letting this one linger isn't she.

"How's it going?" I ask. Don't know why I think this will work.

"It's going good."

"You're naked." I finally get myself to say. Have to acknowledge that one I guess.

"I am." I guess she didn't have to acknowledge it that much.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be."

"... Any reason?"

"I just think it feels good."

"K." Not sure how I can argue with that. "You're not worried about me seeing you naked though?" I add.

"No."

"... Why not?"

"I don't care."

"... Any reason?"

"I have chosen a path in life where I will lie down here and take in the sun in my nude body without caring what anyone else thinks. And I intend to follow that path and the only way to do that is by not bothering with what you think. Now do you have any other insipid questions or can I go back to relaxing?"

... Wow. She's naked and I'm the one who feels embarrassed. Could never have foreseen that one coming. I guess that's a lesson in confidence for all of you taking notes. Have enough of it and you can make anything seem normal.

"Does Lucy feel the same way?" I ask meekly. Really not doing well on the whole courage thing today.

"I sure do," replies Lucy. That answers that question.

Well that solves that mystery... I guess. I mean I now know why they're doing this, but I don't know... Pretty much everything else. So, very alienated, I go back inside.

Back in my room now. I guess this is my version of licking my wounds and retreating. I mull over what just happened. I went outside, talked to my naked sister and her naked friend and made a complete fool out of myself. Now to repeat what just happened in my head 50 more times to accomplish absolutely nothing.

I peer out my window. Lucy has moved from her butt up position on the inflatable raft to a front up position lying next to my sister. If I had wanted to see Lucy naked which, let's be honest, I absolutely did, well then wishes do come true from time to time.

Yet once the initial shock of her nudity had worn, off there wasn't the burning urge to jack off. However on deeper inspection, there is another hidden current of eroticism to be found. There's no sort of forbidden fruit thing going on here, can't be forbidden if it's right out in the open. Instead, confidence, that word again. The word I longed to grasp. It's out of my reach but it lay inside her. The sensuality of her boldness bore into me, bringing out my own wanton sexuality.

There is no fear in Lucy. She had taken back what society had told us was her at her most vulnerable and instilled it with assurance. How I long to be like her, reach the state she is in instead of complaining about my lot in life.

The swelling begins, pretty soon I would be hard again. I know what the stimulation for my growth is, Lucy's brazenness had stirred this within me. The only problem is that my sister is doing the exact same thing as Lucy. How can I separate my feelings of lust for Lucy from my sister's mirroring actions. They are doing the exact same thing, what attracts me to Lucy also lies in my sister.

Yet the boner is still coming. What is happening to me? It is the most uncontrollable of uncontrollable urges. The only light at the end of the tunnel is me finishing off my urges, and I mean that in the most literal sense.

So pants down, hand grasping, stroke, stroke, stroke away (Man I really hope this ends with me getting laid after all the depictions of me masturbating I've subjected you to). My eyesight goes faint as I try to rub myself off, no wonder it's rumored that masturbation causes blindness. The burning need to get off distracts me from all visual stimuli. However the image of Lucy nude is firmly ensconced in my mind's eye. Who needs eyesight when you've got that mental picture?

Unfortunately the image of my sister in the same state as Lucy has found its way into my mind. I would be thinking about Lucy and then suddenly Tiffany would edge her way into my mind. I don't want to masturbate to my sister but I guess we can't always get what we want. I try to fight off the images of her in favor of Lucy but the whole thing plays out like the don't think of Elephants line in Inception.

Finally, I pump myself to completion and that's that. Hopefully I don't have to describe this again because I'm running out of new phrases to describe jacking off. That's always a bad sign for a dude's sex life.

I pull my pants back up and think about what happened. Sexuality is fucking weird man. Nudity is fucking weird too. Put the two together and the intersection you find yourself in becomes one weird funhouse mirror of human sexuality. I'm attracted to Lucy's naughty bits, my sister's got the same naughty bits. I'm attracted to Lucy's comfort with her body, my sister's staked her claim on that territory too.

Well I could always just do denial. That's always an option. Tiffany never found her way into my mind. It's as good a story as any.

However that story goes up in flames when I go downstairs. For those who haven't figured it out yet, my sister and Lucy had found their way into the kitchen and were still clothing sans. Be flaccid my poor penis, I work you so ever hard.

So anyway, I'm back in the space of two completely bare ladies, ladies who I happen to have jacked off to nonetheless. They're in there getting a glass of water, getting a bite to eat. Not really flaunting themselves in front of me but not bringing the expected amount of modesty to the table either. They just are, which unfortunately to me makes them seem even hotter.

"Hey," I say again. I still haven't got a hang on the whole how to sound cool in front of naked girls thing.

"Hey," they reply back. Same old same old.

"We'll be back in the pool in a sec, you can just wait upstairs if you're uncomfortable," my sister says.

"K," but I don't go upstairs. Instead I just stand there, taking it all in. Hopefully not weirding anyone out.

"You know it's rude to stare," my sister tells me. Well that hope is dashed.

"Sorry, it's just I... I..." Well I've got myself into a sentence I'm going to have a hard time finishing. "I... think you're all pretty brave," I manage to stammer out.

Silence falls around. Lucy and Tiffany turn their glances to me. Center of attention now, who'd have thought that? Guess my clothes are making me stick out like a sore thumb. In the land of the nude, the clothed man is weird. Anyway hopefully my last statement wasn't too awkward. Not sure how to be self-assured in a situation like this.

"Thanks," my sister replies back. Well that worked, and I guess staring is back on the table now as I can't help but look at them. Get me more of that good OJ while I'm at it, sure hope this much doesn't give me a stomach ache. Can't say I'm doing the world's most covert job with the whole looky look thing but... I'm sorry I forgot where I was going with that. The sight of two naked ladies kind of distracted me.

Anyways two naked ladies. Two ladies with their clothes off. Much more interesting to look at then describe. Guess you're just going to have to be happy for me on this one.

"So, how does it feel?" I ask, trying to get the lay of this unfamiliar land.

"You could always try it for yourself," my sister replies.

Ooooooooooooh. Didn't know that question was going to lead to that. Wouldn't have asked if I knew the path it would lead me on. The burden of response has now painted a target on my forehead. How can I respond?

"Ehh I'm good," I skittishly reply. A skittish answer for a skittish guy.

"Why?" Sis asks.

"I'd rather not," is my refrain.

"Why?"

Man she is going hard on that question. No escaping the specter of why for me I guess. I'm backed into this corner and why is going in for the kill.

"I'm afraid for people to see me naked," I confess in a panic. Wonder if the truth will set me free.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of the power people might have over me if they see me that way."

My sister stops for a second and looks me dead in the eye. "Look at here mister, me and Lucy are naked as the day we were born. Yet it's you whose stomach is tossing and turning in this situation."

I nod, she continues "Me and Lucy were afraid of our bodies, now we're not. You could join us. Might even calm you down a bit."

I stand there, stone-faced and silent. Everything she said to me made sense, yet I am unwilling to follow through. The conflicting impulses within me come to ahead and manifest themselves in the shaking of my hand. She notices this and follows up with yet another question "Don't you want power? To be like me and Lucy?"

I do, god help me I do. The path forward is laid quite clear. I take off my shirt, toss it to the side. Unbuckle my belt, let gravity do its thing and step out of my pants. Underwear time, the most important of all. I close my eyes, count to three and take it off. When I dare open my eyes again I come back face to face with my sister.

"There that wasn't so hard, was it?"

In fact it's quite soft, is the boner pun I would make if I wasn't bewildered out of my mind with this new sensation. To recap, I'm nude out of my room, in front of other people, one of which is my sister. There's a lot of new shit to take in.

I don't think I'm doing the power thing yet, at least not correctly. This is definitely not me at my most assured. Well maybe power will come later, instead for now I got abject terror on my plate.

"It wasn't... not hard," I finally reply.

"I don't know, it looks pretty soft to me," she laughs. She took my boner pun, the bastard.

"So, what do we do now?" I ask.

"Whatever you want to do, don't ask me," comes her stiff reply.

"Not sure when this power trip is supposed to kick in."

"That's because you haven't been properly taught. I can show you an example, if you want."

Intriguing. Well, we've already gone this deep. What's a few exchanging of ideas between bro and sis. "Ok."

"First, give me permission to touch your dick."

... All right, we'll we're past intriguing and into disconcerting. Should I have a ready-made response for this? Cause so for I just got "What?" in my back pocket. Sister's telling me to get to second base with her, and I still don't have that pamphlet for how proceed in this territory.

"What?" I finally spout. Not sure what I expect from this other than a repeat of her last sentence.

"It'll be good for you." Well I wasn't expecting that.

So I go back to my whole protective silence phase. Can't judge me if I don't do or say anything. I turn to Lucy and she just stares at me unphased. The thought of some sis on bro action affects her on the level of getting a ham sandwich. And I'm the odd one out here?

Panic, panic, more panic. Still time for even more panic. Not thinking straight, but do you even want to be in a situation like this? No, this situation calls for some dismay and lots of it. If I was thinking clearly I would just say "No thanks," and move on. With distress and alarm, I might actually find myself willing to get a handy from my sis, and that would... Uh, god what would that be? Good? Bad? Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition?

"You see the power I yield by asking if I can touch your dick even though we're brother and sister?" She asks.

"Is that really power?" I question.

"It is. At least I make it that way. I'm cool and calm while the term incest rings through your brain like a red alert. Wouldn't you rather be like me?" Her words did have an appeal to them. One can only stay nervous for so long without wishing for a better alternative. "I can teach you, if you'd let me."

"Why would you want to teach me?" I muster.

"For reasons I have the power to not disclose."

"What about Lucy?" I ask, trying to point at the other elephant in the room."She can watch. She doesn't have the power to judge. I took that away from her." Cryptic, but also with sexual undercurrents. Guess that makes it par for the course.

"Don't you want to be like me? I look in your eyes and see some much angst and nervousness. It could all go away if you'd just let me. You're already naked in front of your sister, society despises you by now. Why don't you just let me do the rest?" She asks, making her voice somehow even more sultry.

I do, I want to surrender. I really do. Enough being like Hamlet but with his sister instead of his mom, decision time. No more to be or not to be-ing. Closing my eyes, I nod and prepare to sacrifice whatever I need to sacrifice to her alter.

"Good," she sibilates. I feel her body heat grow closer as I dare not open my eyes. And then there's the touch, the touch I can never go back from. Her hand is down there, she knows how it feels. All hope of a normal life is lost.

It still isn't hard yet, but that'll change soon. It's not going to be that hard of a challenge, if she knows her way half way decently around a cock she'll get it hard and ready to roll. Thankfully she knows it better than that, I can tell she's an expert. Either by gift or experience. It's all the same to me at this point. No room for criticality when your sister's about to give you a life changing hand job.

Well anyways if you've made it this far past all my masturbation and bitching, congratulations. You finally now get to toot your own horn to me getting a hand job from my sister. Jack or Jill off to your heart's content. Me I don't have to cause of... Well you know. Be happy for me man.

So anyway to get into the minutia of it all, she starts by a regular grasp. You know not too hard or too soft, doesn't want to frighten me away before the inexorable pleasure of her stroking me keeps me planted in my place. Pulling back my foreskin, yes I got one of those, she savors the sight and the effect she's having on me.

Once that's done she does the sensory overload thing and rubs her thumb against my tip. Jolted but not peeved, I let her do her thing, hoping that some good will come from it. It does and my dick is now hard, ready for action, whatever she can throw at me. Did I mention how happy I am right now?

Eventually she stiffens her grip. Gets me right where my head meets the shaft, good choice in area on her part. So up and down her wrist goes, taking me with her. Not starting too fast though I'm sure she'll speed up in short order. I am correct in that assumption, as the pace quickens and my mind is a blur.

"Open your eyes," she commands. What choice do I have? Eyes open to the very obvious but magnificent sight of my sis giving me an old fashioned. Great sight indeed. If only the view of Paris were this lovely. Guess I've given up the whole being hesitant about incest thing, kind of easy when your sis is giving you such a great handy.

A good hand job is hard to describe, a bad one gives your mind time to rest and think about what you're experiencing. There is none of that here, mind blurring, vision too. Heck even my hearing isn't as sharp as it usually is. And there's the repetition. Usually repetition implies drudgery, and maybe this is a chore for her, but for me her steady rhythm is music to my ears.

"Usually it would be assumed that the man is in power, but you can't make that assumption here." True, true, very true. I am under her spell. I can't speak, can't move, all I can do is endure. Thank god I love what I'm enduring.

"Even though I'm the one who is servicing you, I have the power. I let the pleasure overwhelm you and by doing so I get my own enjoyment, an enjoyment that sex by itself cannot match. For there is no power in mere sex." I nod. I can't even comprehend what she's saying. To a tranquil mind what she said could sound strange, disturbing even. Thank god there's no tranquility here. Just the deepening pleasure of her hand against my cock

"Because I love you, I love everything about you, just like I love everything about everyone. But I sense something different with you, a potential like no other And that is why I'm about to let pleasure destroy you, by giving you a pleasure so deep from a source considered so vile that you have no choice but to change. You can't have the same mindset after this, all of your previous neurosis would destroy you if you let them. So don't let them, embrace the pleasure, ignore the fear." What fear? Can't concentrate on silly ol' fear when a the promise of a sexual playground lays before me.

"Feel the pleasure coming out of you. I sense a schism inside of you, for you cannot let both pleasure and fear coexist inside you. Feel my hand and help me let pleasure win out, because I want this for you. It is not the pleasure in you that is meek, it is the fear. Shed your suffering and revel in the confidence that comes with an ability to feel pleasure like this." I still don't know what she's saying but I like the way she's saying it and what she's doing while she says it.

"This is good. This is good. Now spill your seed and complete the ceremony. You have felt no mere pleasure here, you have felt the birth of a new height in your sexuality. As god as my witness I will mentor you all the way to the top. But first you have to cum. So cum for me. Cum while you're a submitter so that you can compare when you ascend."

Lucy walks over to get a paper towel and walks over to catch whatever cum I may shoot out. That's good because I can feel my orgasm come to the forefront. Faster, faster now my sister guides me to my sweet release. Her hand never once letting up, god is she disciplined. The deep focus she is putting into my gratification surrounds me like a warm blanket. This is important, my pleasure is important. It's not a burden to be insulted for, it's something that we can share, partake in. I feel a pleasure that comes from deep within my body and she feels pleasure for helping me access that pleasure. Win win here, we're both getting what we came here for.

And then it happens. My cum shoots out, but this is no ordinary orgasm. No, this is a crossing of a rift and I've come out the other side on confidence and pleasure. My sexuality is a gift and not a burden and here is the proof. My sexuality allowed me to get close enough with my sister that her hand is now wrapped around my still ejaculating penis.

It isn't an emotional connection, she still seems far too unknowable for that to happen, at least for now, but it's a start. Plus physical connection feels inherently good, the previous paragraphs should provide more than enough proof of that.

She lets go and I start panting. It wasn't really a workout for me but still I feel exhausted. "Breathe, just breathe," she commands. "Let new air enter and let the old air leave as you prepare for your becoming. You are now a new person, one can't experience that without changing ever so slightly."

I do exactly what she wants. What can I say? I'm pretty sure she knows best. The ground beneath my feet has gone the way of the dodo and now I'm just falling. Falling and floating. I need something to grab ahold of and that something is my sister and her sexual ideology. It's not a firm grip, I don't understand exactly where she's coming from but it's a grip nonetheless. I am determined to learn from her.

"That was a good lesson," I tell her between breaths.

"That's cause I'm a good teacher," she replies assuredly.

"You sure are. Any other lessons?"

"You're going to need to get your boner back before that happens."

"Can't wait. Come on boner, live!"

That gets a smile. Who says there's no room for humor here? Anyway, boner's tapped out for now. Don't know what else to do except get me some more OJ. Buy OJ today. My inner monologue is sponsored by OJ. OJ is your god and so worship it by having some.

I kid, but also I do love me some OJ. Two things you should know about me, I got a handjob from my sister and OJ's my fave. Nothing more, nothing less.

So what to do between now and when my boner gets back up to speed? "So you want me to do anything?" I ask my sis.

"Define anything," she steely replies.

"You know uh, return the favor so to speak."

"That was not a favor, that was for me as well as for you. It was an experience."

Damn she's steadfast in her beliefs. And all I wanted was to maybe give her a bit of tongue action. Wow I'm really dictating my desire to stick my tongue up my sister's snatch so readily? Man that hand job really did change my brain chemistry.

"Well in any case you want me to do something for you?" I ask.

"You're not ready for that. It would be a waste. Trust me I'd gain more from masturbation than from your weak willed tongue, and I mean that in the kindest way possible," is what spills out of her mouth.

Doesn't feel like the kindest way possible. I guess in a way it's a fair criticism but it doesn't really do my confidence any favors. No matter, I think I'll live with the promise that I'll one day be ready for it.

My eyes go round and round the room looking for something to do. Suddenly my eyes spy on Lucy. She's hitting me with a gaze that I now know is contemplative. Whatever she could be thinking is something that hasn't really crossed my mind. My attention kind of wavered from her even though she had just been the subject of my jack off fantasies a few hours ago. Probably because a new point of focus had entered my mind.

What was going on with her? Especially after my sister's comments. Well, I know one way to get closer to someone. "How about you?" I offered her.

"Sure," she says. Not super excited but I'm not sensing any reticence from her.

"We don't have to," I say giving the programmed in to me out I'm supposed to give to a girl just in case their yes is suspect.

"No, I'm good to." Guess she's just not approaching sex with any sense of euphoria. "It feels good," she adds in a similarly listless manner. Not sure what's going on with her, guess I'm about to find out.

I walk over to her, unsure of how to start this. I don't think kissing's the way to go. Think, think. What does she want? Fuck it, why not ask the horse's mouth directly.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask.

"What would you want to do?" She asks in response.

"I... I'd like to make you feel good."

"I'd like that."

"Ok then." I put my hands on her shoulders and push her slightly down. She follows my force and bends her knees to sit down. Once seated she leans back into a lay and slightly opens her legs up. I kneel down and get on my hands. I crawl to her opening.

With myself in position, I lay my face down into her crevice. Stick my tongue out (Hate this part, always feel like a lizard) and move my tongue up and down her opening. Seems to be some sort of response in her.

I then head toward my main objective. I make my tongue straight as an arrow and make my way toward the top. I find the little nub that women's gasps come from. Put my pressure on it, try to do the whole circle around the clit thing, man does that really put a beating on my tongue. But also does that do the trick.

Moans galore pour out of Lucy's mouths. Whatever apathy she may have faced me with has turned to stone now. She's really getting a kick out of this. If only my tongue were up to the challenge of continuing its task. They really should assign tongue exercises for this sort of thing.

Still I persist, her moans really are music to my ears. I haven't always been the most caring about a woman's needs. Call me a sexist but I've always done the self-interested thing and put my needs above my partner's. Now I feel like doing the whole community service thing. Helping your fellow man, in this case woman.

So yeah doing exactly what she wants. Actually I don't even really know. Just once a girl told me that she likes to do laps around her clit. I've been following that notion since, never questioning if it applies to every girl. I was never told it didn't but I might have wanted to ask. Ah well, at least Lucy seems to like it. Maybe if this happens again I'll ask some clarifying questions, but for now let's just stay the course shall we.

The only problem is that this course is doing a number on my tongue. It seems the pleasure she's getting is in proportion to the amount pain my tongue is. Like I'm happy she's getting all this off the suffering of my tongue, but still my tongue's suffering. Kind of a mixed blessing here.

Well you know, maybe my sister didn't enjoy giving me the hand job the entire way through. Nevertheless she persisted through on it. Might as well give Lucy the same treatment. So thinking of pleasant thoughts and whatever distracts me from the discomfort, I double down on my cunnilingus.

Looks like it was a good bet cause her orgasm comes a knocking. Get some of that sweet girl cum on my tongue. Seriously, taste's sweeter than most of the rest I've had. So I guess I can stop here, or what if I go for the multiple orgasm thing?

Usually by now I have a pretty thick boner and want to do something with it. In this case I'm rocking a bit of a half chub so might as well kill a bit of time. My tongue's in dire need of recovery but fingers, I still got them. Might as well put them to good use.

So here I go, index leading the way. Finger up and finger down it leads, letting her know I wasn't quite finished with my handiwork. So returning to the clit, an old friend I've only just recently said bye to, I get my finger rubbing ready. Kind of still going with the circle game, only move in my back pocket. Hopefully I'll add to my repertoire later.

Doesn't seem to bother her. She's getting all moan-y again. I still don't have the best read on her but I would be surprised if she isn't receiving anything but sexual satisfaction. I try you know.

Anyway tongue has some energy, not enough to power the whole effort but enough for some alternating. Anyway, here I go, take short break to get my tongue back in the action. Tongue does its thing for now so my finger comes back into play. Tongue then ready to trace some more circles and so it does. Finger comes back and... Orgasm!

Well two for now is good for me. I guess I haven't really taken my sister's ideas about becoming powerful through sexually pleasuring others. I was just trying to hold my own. More frightened about not making her feel good than aiming to pleasure her. In retrospect that seems like a flaw in my train of thought. Probably should work on that.

Well, her two orgasms are done. My boner's back. Guess it's time to move on. Stand up with my erection at salute. God kind of feels embarrassing. Maybe if I had my sister's confidence juice or whatever she takes to feel this way, I'd be more gusto with my boner. But for now I'll stand with my shoulders a little cowed.

"So now what?" I ask dear old sis, signaling to my erection.

"You fuck with Lucy with it." Really getting down to brass taxes isn't she.

"Does Lucy want that?" I ask, realizing I probably should've directed that question at the girl in question.

"I do, you got me all warmed up and all," Lucy replies.

Not realizing I should probably be more concerned with this whole controlling situation my sis has got going on with Lucy, I try to position myself at Lucy. However she gets up a bit, ends up on all fours and points her vagina straight towards me. Well position's settled I guess, only thing left to do is put my dick in it.

So I steady my hands on where her hips meet her ass and ready myself to take the deep plunge. One breath and here I go. Enter her with ease, guess that was the advantage of my two for one orgasm sale earlier.

This is fun. She feels quite good. Just something about entering a nice warm vagina that makes you want to turn off criticality and also words. You got the gift horse right where you want it, why look in its mouth?

Nevertheless for those of you who have access to my thoughts, I'll do my best to describe. I do the whole pulling out a little to start thrusting. Haven't gone the whole tantric sex route yet, doesn't seem like a good time to start. So good ol' fashion pumping in and out it is then. My dick just feels better with each stroke.

I'm always so glad at how good women's vaginas feel around my cock. Like I know biologically they're supposed to but damn biology really stepped up its game when it came to this feeling. Thanks evolution, you're the best. It's a shame that I'm not using sex to follow through on your purpose of reproduction. Maybe one day.

Anyway back to me fucking Lucy. All I can say is that it's the bomb. Not sure I'm the best wordsmith when it comes to sex but her welcoming quim certainly brings to mind some vivid descriptions. The wetness entrances me. The warm flesh around me beckons me to keep thrusting with all my might. The fact that all this has the benefit of further pleasing a girl adds to the euphoria that enters my mind. Hope that's enough description to get you off.

So I'm still fucking her. It's a nice fuck but it's not one of those life changing ones, unlike that hand job I got earlier. Don't know how this is supposed to further my training, or whatever path that my sister's got me on.

Just then my sister walks over, still naked in case you needed a reminder, and sits herself right in front of me and Lucy. I'm still doing the fucking while she does this. I would say it's weird but weird left the station a long time ago and what's joined in its place is depravity, utter depravity.

"Didn't I teach you anything?" My sister asks me.

"What?" I reply. Keeping my answer to one word. Lucy takes no notice of the conversation and just keeps on responding to my thrusting.

"This is why I didn't want you anywhere near my vag. Lucy might find some solace in your pithless fuckery but you certainly could deliver a much better class of doggystyle fucking."

"How so?" God this trying to fuck while conversing is giving me serious whiplash.

"You don't know what power you have. Instead you just fuck like a child under their covers, afraid of the monster in the closet. You don't realize that even in your lowest capacity you're making her feel good?"

"I am?" I ask as I turn my attention back to Lucy.

"Yes, you are." Lucy replies between thrusts. Well that's at least another pat on the back for my ego.

"So use that as your starting base. You are the provider of pleasure here, use that as a motivation. Your own pleasure is a plus but that's not why you're fucking her. You're fucking her to feel the power that comes from helping a fellow being find pleasure," my sis adds.

I take these words to heart if not understanding the whole meaning behind them. I feel my muscles naturally loosening. As I let go of the fear and pressure my thrusts become much more fluid. One thrust moves into the other, it's not a back and forth thing it's a cycle.

Lucy's demeanor picks up considerably. Even though there were some physical signs of enjoyment her head now seems to be filled with something. Something ineffable, at least on my end. Something that only she and she alone knows or has experienced. But whatever it is, she's at least on the right side of happy over the fact that it's in her head.

Anyway I continue to pump into her. My dick feels good but that's beside the point now. I am having sex with all the ease in the world, just flowing into and out of her without a care. That isn't quite true, there is one care in the world and that is her. It isn't an emotional care, or at least it isn't a care brought on by sympathy and its ilk. Instead it's a care about making sure I make her feel good. That's what my purpose should be, my dick already feels good enough. The rest is about her pleasure.

Finally, my dick's time is up. It was nice while it lasted hard dick, but I guess it's time for flaccid dick to make a reappearance. I quickly pull out and point my tip on Lucy's ass. I cum on her ass like an artist writing their signature on a painting.

Lucy just collapses, leaving her cum butt facing the ceiling. My sister grabs another paper towel and proceeds to wipe it off her. Weird relationship those two have. Close but not intimate. Wonder if I'll get to see behind the curtain on what these two's relationship really is.

Afterwards my sister just gifts me with a thumbs up. Guess that's all she feels is needed. I can't complain, at least that lets me know I'm on the right track.

Looking at Lucy lying flat on the ground I realize that she is not the bearer of courage I thought she was. Instead that honor lies with my sister. Don't get me wrong, Lucy's certainly beating me in the courage department but my sister's head and shoulders above either of us. She was who I was really masturbating to earlier, she is the courier of confidence. Yet that knowledge does not make me shiver in disgust. She did whack me off, I have bigger fish to fry than feeling guilty about unconsciously jacking off to her.

Man what a day can bring. As I watch as Lucy finds her way up and wordlessly goes back naked with my equally naked sister to the pool, I feel absolutely no shame whatsoever. Would I feel bad if there was someone here to judge me for getting a handy from my sis and then fucking her best friend in front of her? Nah. We had fun and we felt good. No reason to get up on your high horse for that.

Instead I did feel a bit of confidence, I did feel a bit more of that power my sister's been going on about because of what I just did. There is definitely more road on this path but I got a good start for now. I even got to explore my sexuality a bit, even if it was under someone else's terms. But you know what? I think my sister's terms are going to be just fine.

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So I wake up the next morning. Don't worry, you didn't miss much, except for me jacking off again. I can go in to more detail on that if you want? Yeah, I thought not.

Anyway doing the whole getting dressed thing. Though I'm pretty sure my clothes wouldn't be important for very long. Make my way downstairs and do my recurring motif of loving the taste of OJ while I wait.

Finally parents are gone, sister and Lucy make their way to the living room, I follow, the whole shebang. We all wordlessly take off our clothes. Don't know if we're nudists or not but if I had to hazard a guess it would be we're doing the whole nudity thing so that we're in our most susceptible state. Lessons sink in deeper when we're exposed like that.

"We're going to examine Lucy for today's lesson. Look at Lucy for a sec, will you?" My sis asks.

Not a hard request to fulfill. Discounting exceptions, looking at a naked girl is always something I'm up for. Yet looking at Lucy gives me something else to focus on besides her beauty. Sure she's beautiful, got the big but not too big breasts, thin but with enough weight where I'm not thinking she should get back on my monitor with all the other unnaturally thin girls, long brown hair and pleasant facial features. Yeah beauty's nice and all but it doesn't always lend itself to interest.

What interests me the most is the naturalness she felt in her body. I'm naked too and I still got the fight or flight thing going on in the back of my head. But I could tell her sense of comfort with her body didn't come with a sense of comfort as more so with a sense of resignation. It isn't a bad sense of resignation, more like a "I have a body and that's a fact. Not good or bad, it is what it is" type of deal. Much more different than the confidence my jack off fantasy had conceived of yesterday.

Anyway this all just comes from the gift of sight, no factual knowledge to back it up. This could be me projecting for all I know.

"I'm looking," I confirm to my sister.

"Good, because Lucy is a natural learner, in that she loves to absorb the information that others provide her with. So let's provide her with some really good information shall we?"

My sister goes away to get something from her bag. I look at Lucy again, wondering if this is really true. There's something aloof about her. Don't believe she's judging any of us, she's got too much dirt on her already for that to be a sensible response, but there is something analytical in her stare. Like she is trying to gain something from all of this.

My sister pulls out a strap on from her bag. Guess some proper learning is in order. Lucy assumes the doggystyle position once more as my sister approaches her from behind. My sister beckons me to come to Lucy's front, no way is that an order I'm turning down.

"Every sexual encounter has the potential for growth. Some more than others though. This one has the opportunity to give you growth, give Lucy growth and hell even me growth. Why don't we make sure fear doesn't get in the way and give each other some learning to remember."

Fine by me. I could be wrong but I don't think you can have a three way with your sister and her best friend with fear being your primary motivator. Anyway I take what I assume should be my position right in front of Lucy. I guess I assumed right because Lucy automatically pops open her mouth for my member to enter.

And with that my sister puts whatever you want to call it into Lucy. Strap-on dick? Fake dick? Silicone dick? Lady dick? Ah well the choice is yours. I'll just go with whatever I feel the situation calls for later on and just focus on getting my dick sucked. Sounds like a plan.

For all you dick sucking description aficionados out there, I can tell you that Lucy had already learned enough that this was sure to be a top 10 blow job territory. Yep, none of that annoying feeling that she's going to breathe up the tip hole. Just pure succulent tongue action through and through.

Yep, this sure is the blowjob for me. Not too long on the tip. Some side action that just goes round and round to boggle the mind. In this case it's a good boggling, no one likes a blowjob that keeps your head straight.

Now that she's staked her claim it's time for some up and down my pole action. My very own sis helps with that by getting the rhythm started. She does what I did yesterday and starts a pumping, which reverberates all the way through Lucy's body and onto my dick. Forward and backward sis goes and along with her Lucy goes. Then I reap the rest of the benefits.

Anyway, I guess I should be learning something. Kind of hard when I'd rather just focus on how good my dick feels right now. Yes I know, poor me. Still, got to focus on something in case there's a quiz after. What to notice?

Is it that Lucy and my sis is have probably been banging? No that's not it, too obvious what with them actually banging in front of me with their familiarity on display. Come on think. This is at the very least much different than any of my other sexual experiences. Never done the threesome thing, go me. I seem to be diving into the incest thing with ease, that's something to note.

But no, none of those were the main takeaway. I think it had to do with the transference of sexual energy. My sister is the fuel and Lucy is the medium. Even though there is no actual physical contact, me and my sister are engaged in some sort of sexual transaction.

The question is what am I putting in. I realize now that part of my desire for sex was to be overwhelmed mentally, to experience such pleasure that I no longer had to think. I'm now no longer sure if that's what I want.

I want to add something to this sexual coupling I find myself in. I no longer want to just be a recipient, I want to add something to the composition I now belong to. But what? I'm getting my dick sucked that's a beneficiary move if there ever was one. How do I impart some impact when all the impact is on me.

Well some hair stroking couldn't hurt. Think it adds to the ambience of the direction we're all going. Not sure it's having the affectionate vibe I thought it would, me and Lucy's relationship is not based enough on emotional connection to have that effect. Instead there's some sort of regulating effect, like I'm the one in charge here. I have control over her through her hair. Wonder what effect this will have on our sexual concoction.

Sure enough, Lucy takes notice and her eyes turn a bit toward me. A greater eagerness permeates through her mouth and onto my cock. Looks like I just found my influence. I turn my hair stroking into a hair holding, I've just grabbed her by a sensitive part of the body and she knows it. Yet the purpose is not to provide pain but to provide intensity. We're going to have to work together to make sure she doesn't get hurt too badly, something at stake now.

Luckily we're both up to the challenge. Our movements fall into the same tempo as I push her toward me, exerting greater control of the situation. She follows my lead and even guides my hand to a certain extent. Our movement becomes one with the shared goal of pleasuring my cock.

This connection between me and Lucy does take some attention off my sister. Sis has just become the pump, I am now the conductor. However our rhythms are out of sync. I'm doing more of the relishing the blowjob thing and she's more like fucking with great abandon. Our styles need to find some sort of common ground.

Luckily she's got that covered. She's more experienced in these matters, at least I think so. She changes her tempo to double the speed of Lucy's head going back and forth on my cock. Still a different beat but one that fits into the composition we're making on Lucy.

Yet Sis is providing something I never could. With every thrust I can feel a tenacity, a desire to add a new level to this. To guide our minds to a transcendent plane that can only be reached through an influx of sexual stimuli on the brain. None of us are trying to get married here but I realize now you can still provide a feeling. What feeling can I bring to the party? I mostly am just capable of feeling awe at what's transpiring. Awe is good but it's not a guiding emotion, it's a recipient one. Not going to add a direction to this type of thing until the novelty wears off.

Ah well if that's my lot in this mix so be it. Hopefully this training gets me to the point where I can add greater authority. If not, ehhhh. There are some obvious silver linings I can take away from stuff like this. Like my impending orgasm. I hate to end this but I love the feeling I get when I do. Hopefully this doesn't put a damper on things, Sis and Lucy can still fuck if they want to. I'm down with watching.

Anyway, might as well. I release my hand off Lucy and let the orgasm overwhelm me. No way I'm getting any control while the sweet release gives me all the sensory pleasure my brain can handle. Fuck orgasms are good.

So then comes the actual cumming. Lucy doesn't seem to mind as I unload in her mouth. My sis stops her pumping to watch the scene unfold. Finish cumming, I pull my deflating dick out of Lucy's mouth so that she can do her swallowing action. She does so while taking a moment to fully appreciate the taste of my cum. More power to her.

My sis pulls out herself. Guess that's the end. "That was good," she tells me. "Even now you've changed."

"Yeah but I could've changed more," I reply.

"Don't put any pressure on yourself. You'll grow when you're ready."

"Yes but I have an idea of how to speed the process up. Could you please fuck me?"

"What?" She asks incredulously. "I've already told you that you're not ready to fuck me."

"I know. This would be you fucking me. I'm not ready for you but you're ready to unload your passion on me. I want to feel you as an example. I want to know what true power feels like."

My sister takes a second to think about this. "Ok," she finally responds. "When you get your boner back."

I can't wait. Especially cause we're not really in a shoot the shit kind of deal here. What to say to people you just threesome'd with while you're all still naked? Don't think "So how's it going for all of you?" is going to cut it. It's kind of getting awkward in here, or at least for me.

But what if it weren't awkward. Lucy and my sis seem fine. Seems like I'm the only one bringing awkwardness to the table. What would I do if I was completely at ease?

Well I wouldn't want to engage in some cuddling. That seems like a complete misread of the situation. Don't think I'm at a place where physical affection would work with these two. We don't got any emotional connection, it's just pure carnality right now.

"There's nothing I'm supposed to do right now, is there?" I ask.

"Nope," says my sister.

That's good, a real load off. At least I got that out of the way. Now what do I want to do?

I go to sit down on the couch and lie back. Leave a little room between my legs. the ladies have seen my dick, they know it's there and they don't judge. Why hide it? It's more comfortable this way.

I lay back close my eyes and just take everything that happened in. I just had a three way with my sister. Did it bother me? No. I don't care, in fact I feel more relaxed than ever. What about future family gatherings and when we get married to other people you may ask? I'll just deal with all of that with a sense of calm and self-acceptance. It's only as awkward as you make it.

Lying back and relaxing. It's oddly freeing when you're naked. At least when you let go of all expectation that it should feel weird. It's freeing now, I'm accepting my body, Lucy and my sis are accepting my body. I mean I still like me some clothes but being naked is nice too.

All this relaxing is certainly starting to get my boner back. I mean I'm still only rocking a half chub but I'm on my way there. So I get up off my ass and ask my sis "you want to help me get all the way there?" While pointing at my you know what.

"Certainly," my sis says as she guides me down with her hands on my shoulders.

Lying on my back my sis does a repeat of yesterday. Well in definition anyway, her hand job technique is strikingly different than yesterday. Whereas the one before's goal was to show me the overwhelming power of pleasure, this one's just trying to get me hard. Slower and calmer my sis goes, making sure my dick feels supported enough to get hard to capacity.

And then it's there, my hard on's ready to fuck. "Now remember not to do anything. I'm the one who's fucking you, not the other way around," says sis.

"Gotcha," I say, readying myself to commit the ultimate taboo. I'm not even worried at this point, any thought of it being wrong has skipped Dodge. Instead I was ready, excited even.

She gets on top of me and now we have penis in vagina going on. Rock and roll here we come. She starts with the warm up. No sign of weakness just her preparing herself for the most important fuck of my life.

I've never really done the riding thing. All the girls I've been with really wanted either the missionary or the doggystyle treatment. This should prove new to me.

I can tell you right away that whatever I'm missing out from any of the other girls my sister is more than making up for. You know what I said earlier about how a good fuck makes you want to stay quiet and enjoy the ride? Well man I was dead wrong because I am right now experiencing a fuck that makes me want to scream to the world in rejoice over how good a fuck can be.

If there were any more qualms over the fact that this person who is giving me so much pleasure is my sister, her putting my cock in her just erased all those qualms from every reality that's ever existed. Fuck she is good in an I'm so fucking lucky type of way.

It's true that having some lame attempts at cowgirl before I just put a stop to it and then doing some old fashion missionary may have lowered my expectations some. But damn have they now been raised. She's certainly done her cardio and now she's laying it all on me and I feel great.

Hands on my chest, arms at full support, chest leaned forward a bit eclipsing me and then bounce. She's got it. I don't even need to do anything, we even agreed on that last part. All I got to do is lay back and enjoy.

Man she's doing it at rapid pace. Didn't even know a girl could go so fast. Guess that's another one of my lessons, I should really be writing these down. Up and down she goes, my dick feels all the feels. Hell even when she does a bit of the resting side to side thing it feels great.

But what really sticks out is her tenacity. If I didn't think she had confidence in spades, well, I just got shown her ace. What's coming down on top of me is clear. A person with any doubts in their mind could not produce a fuck as pure as this is. No, this is the work of conviction and poise. No doubt or fear slowing her down, she was powered by pure fortitude.

My dick can't handle this for too long. What can you expect? Good sex makes a man cum sooner and sometimes the shorter sex is the better sex. This is definitely one of those times. The job's done anyway, she showed me what true power looks like during sex and I took it all in. Not nearly on her level yet, can't do that in one fuck, but baby my ascent is loud and clear now.

Do my cum shooting. Going against gravity but it still feels like it's done with ease. I'm a proud sister fucker now. You'd be too if the sister you fucked were mine.

She gets off, can't help but crack a smile when she sees her doing. She should be proud. Hope mom and dad don't get back soon cause I think I may have forgotten how to walk. Useless information in comparison to knowing the way she fucks anyhow. I would ask for seconds but I'm afraid that any more pleasure would kill me.

"Good lesson," I croak.

"Good student," she retorts.

Looks like we're both right this round.

Well sex can be transcendent. I learned that. Even without all the emotional attachments. I don't have lovey dovey kind of love for my sis and yet my mind was still blown. Pure carnality all the way. I mean there's going to be a fondness in my heart for anyone who makes me feel that way but for sure physicality is our point of focus. As well as it should be with a fuck like that.

Well I hope to fuck as good as that one day. Under my sister's tutelage hopefully that day is sooner rather than later. I got things to hope for and sex to keep me going as I work toward my new dream. Sure glad my sex life found its reversal of fortune after all this time.

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"Hey," I say.

"Hey," Lucy says back.

So we've come back to the hey heys. Sad, I thought we'd moved past that. But I didn't know how else to respond to Lucy and only Lucy at our door.

"Where's Tiffany?" I ask.

"She's gone," responds Lucy.

"Doing something else gone or purposefully gone?"

"Just gone."

Looks like I'm not getting a better answer than that. "Come on in," I say to direct the situation to hospitality rather than the confusion currently circling my brain.

Well, all hope of seizing the day, carpe diem and all that has vanished. Looks like I won't be seizing anything, I'll just be playing my part in whatever greater plan I've been handed down. Get her some water, drink my favorite drink and wait. She drinks her glass and makes the effort to put it in the sink. Good girl, no spanking for you.

Just a joke to myself. Doubt I have enough confidence in this situation to do that even if I did have that as one of my fetishes. Man where's all the confidence my sis was trying to instill in me? I can feel the potential for the shakes coursing through my arms. All that kinetic energy should be reserved for Lucy in the right way, instead I feel it as the potential to make a fool out of myself.

You know what? I realize that I'm not supposed to know what to do in this situation. There's no guidebook for this, just got to do what I do and hope for the best. Don't know if this is confidence but it's definitely calming. So, what do I do?Well, what do I want to do? I want to take her to bed of course. I'm a red blooded male, fucking's usually on the top of my wish list. And you know we've fucked before, in less one on one ways than this but there shouldn't be any awkwardness regarding copulation between us.

"Want to go upstairs?" I ask. Hopefully she knows what that's a euphemism for.

"Sure," she replies. I note the difference between this sure and a straightforward yes. A yes in this case means she wants to take a course of action that results in me drilling her g-spot. The sure she spat out means she's fine with me drilling her g-spot but she's not set on it, it's just an option she could take.

Well affirmation is affirmation, and this affirmation means I'm going to get lucky. I mean... Fuck what am I saying? I don't want my thought process to lead me through this kind of talk, it's just... Fuck. Sex is weird. Don't get me wrong, sex is awesome but it's also strange weird, discomforting and scary.

It's a lot of thing, and one thing it isn't is confidence boosting. Lots can go wrong, check out the wiki page for people who have died during sex. Spoiler alert: Matthew McConaughey's dad's on it. I mean no way I'm dying at this ripe an age unless I hit my head in a weird way. I guess I kind of bring a coarse attitude with me to distract from the fear. Doesn't always make me the best person, at least in my own head

I digress. Man I digress really fucking hard. Anxiety will do that to you. All this time you could've been hearing tales of sexual congress with a beautiful lady. Instead you now have a detailed description of my fears. Angst does not lead you down the right road.

Luckily thoughts come quickly and none of them have led to actions. We've only just reached my room as I pull the breaks on this runaway thought train. Now a few final thoughts as it screeches to a halt: I like sex. It's fun, plain and simple. I often feel like a bad person for wanting it, guess the puritan backbone of our country has not become vestigial yet.

But I look at Lucy sitting down next to me on the bed. I think we both want this, sures notwithstanding. So I got to decide, do I want to bring anxiety to this or do I want to bring calm?

I choose calm, or at least hope for it, as I put both of my hands on her and slowly push her down. Not doing the kissing thing yet, just going on top of her and lifting up her shirt. She acquiesces.

Flashforward and we've both done our undressing. It kind of feels more normal to be naked in this situation than to be clothed given everything we've done up until now. Anyway I lower myself down to get her ready with my tongue. Not sure I'm going to go for the orgasm with tongue thing, sis ain't around to impart her aura of sexual tenacity.

I guess my motivation for pleasuring women is a little fair weather. All I want to do is get her to the point where me and I can fuck. You know her moans sound good but a little bit of the anxiety is creeping back in. I want something to hang my head around and fucking's a little less abstract than trying to pleasure a girl I can't completely tell how she's feeling.

So do my tongue action, don't even get around to asking her if she wants anything other than circles this time either. No, I get her wet enough and go straight to the finish line.

Get back on top of her, dick fuck ready hard. So I push in. It feels good but this ain't reaching the sexual highs as the previous times. After all that internal conflict I subjected to you all, I wish I had a better outcome. I Thought I had wrestled with my demons but they were just biding their time. Score one for anxiety.

I push back out and back in. Out and in, over and over again. That's the way that sex works. And this works all right, it's just not spectacular. Ah well, sex is usually on the right side of good and this is no exception. Her insides feel good, wet and soft, all that a guy could ask for. It's just I'm not doing all that I could ask for.

Try to make this quick. I increase my pace if only for the thought that increased traction would speed this up quickly. Try to remember the more hotter times with my sis to get the brain working for me on this one.

I look at her face. At least I can tell she's not feeling pain. Don't think I'm properly doing her sensory nerves a service, she still has that studious look on her face. Is she judging my shortcomings. Nah, at least not in a judgmental way. She doesn't strike me as the person who carries around negative thoughts on others to make herself feel better, she's just interested in the world. Or at least sex. If there's any negativity there it's just out of a desire for objectivity and the need to divide things into pros and cons.

Anyway I give up the ghost finally and cum. Hopefully there will be other better sexual encounters detailed in the coming pages that will get you off better. But for now, you got this quasi failure to keep you so close but not quite there.

So load's shot and I roll over off of her. We both do our breathing. I don't know what to say to her. Should I apologize? No, don't think I was quite that bad. It's just that I could be better and I have been better. I want to address that if only to have someone to bounce my own ideas of why it didn't reach those highs off of.

"Not sure exactly why that wasn't as good as before," I finally say. Pretty sure that's not how you want to lead off the denouement of a sexual encounter but that's all I can think of to say.

"I have some thoughts," she replies. "For one your sis isn't here. She brings out... No she demands the best out of you. And me for that matter."

"Figured as much," I say sighing. "Guess I'm not as much without her."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're still learning. You'll get there."

"And you're good to experience my weak willed fucking while I get there? Cause I know my sister isn't. Well I mean she did, but only as an example. And that was her fucking me, not the other way around."

"I'm good. Even when you get ready again. There were things to enjoy about it."

"Don't you think you deserve more though?"

"It's not about deserve, it's about interest. And I'm interested in having sex with you."

"Why?"

"Because I want to experience your change. I want to be able to compare before and after."

"Why?"

"Because I want my own change, but I don't know exactly what. So I want to absorb the changes of those around me and learn from their journey."

Not an especially romantic sentiment, but it'll do. Heck I don't have the most romantic overtures in this situation either.

"I like you, I really do. I'm not sure how I could not like someone who is willing to do this for me. But I don't want my sexual prowess to come from my affection for you. I want it to be a bit more inherent in me."

"I know."

"You do? How?"

"Your sister." Good answer, explained a lot in two words.

"She's a good teacher isn't she."

"Well she figured out how to learn things like this quickly, innately even. Might as well impart her lesson to others."

"I wish my sex skills weren't so dependent on the situation. I wish I could fuck you like I did before but with my sister not necessarily being present."

"Listen to her and you'll get there."

"And is this a part of the plan that she's laid out for me?"

"It is, there's a reason why I'm alone with you."

"I guess I'll trust that reason's a good one."

"You won't be disappointed."

Then I decide to see if I could get my own piece of the background between her and my sis. "So how did this whole thing start between you and Tiffany?"

She sighs before saying "In College one day, she told me she wanted to get more comfortable with her body and was wondering if I wouldn't mind if she went naked from time to time in front of me. Wanting to support her, I agreed. Pretty soon she's naked more often than not.

Eventually my desire to shield my eyes away lessened and her nudity became commonplace. I kind of started envying her comfort with her body and asked if I could join her. She was more than welcoming, then our dorm room became its own tiny nudist colony.

So we're doing lots of things naked. Studying naked, smoking weed naked and going to sleep naked. It was during one of these nights when your sis asked me if it was ok if she masturbated. She told me she had been sometimes masturbating discreetly at night and wondered if she could just skip the discreet part and go all out in the masturbating. I had been doing a similar thing, we had both seen much of our bodies and also it seemed like it would be refreshing to masturbate without fear of judgement. It also seemed silly to stop the acceptance here so why not break a few more barriers while we're at it.

So we jilled off in front of each other. I thought it would be much weirder than it was. We all masturbate, not a big deal if you don't think it is. But this whole masturbating out in the open awakened something in her, something you and me have yet to reach. She found power in the need to pleasure herself. All vulnerability had been shed, it was just her enjoying being able to show herself being pleasured.

I felt an attraction to this that to this day I'm not sure if I properly understand. I'm not sure it was sexual, I mean it definitely became sexual, but not sure if that's how it started. I just remember getting a little more closer to your sister. Being physically closer, wanting to know more about her.

She fucking knew. I didn't even really know, I was figuring out new ways to delude myself every day. But she saw past all the bullshit and knew what I wanted. So one day after a masturbation session she told me to come over to her bed. I complied without a second thought, a girl can do strange things after mutual masturbation.

So there I was on top of her blankets, sitting down next to her. We got the rippling stomach thing that often happens when you're sitting down, leaning over a little. Not men's magazine material but we didn't care. Two girls know better than to objectify ourselves like that.

After sitting there for a sec, just enjoying each other's company in silence, which isn't hard to do when you've both just harvested your love juice, she started increasing body contact. First it was just hands on my arm then it was thighs touching completely. First step toward breaking down my physical boundaries.

Then she flashed her smile. Don't know why the common cliché is that hypnotists focus on the eyes when those pearly gates can do so much damage. I was transfixed, fuck that smile carries so much power.

Fuck, I was all worked up on that smile, when the truth was that it doesn't even come close to matching how powerful the rest of her is. She carried her body in stride, she still does, while even though we'd been naked together so much I lost count, I still had some shyness and nerves rattling around in my brain.

Anyways, I got lost in my thoughts on your sis, sad to say that this is a common occurrence. So down to action. We're both eye looking and she's smiling and she says to me 'you don't want just a kiss, do you?' Can't even fathom what's going on in my mind, sometimes you just let your desires take control, but I nod, I fucking nodded.

She says to me 'you want something a little more... visceral.' Right on the dollar, the nodding continues. 'luckily for you, I got just the thing.' So she moves to the side of her bed and pulls out that strap on you've seen in action. Let me tell you it feels even better than it looks. Don't know if your ass works anywhere near how my vagina does but if it does, I'd recommend it.

Well then she fits herself on it, gets the straps just right and pushes me down. No kiss all right, instead we're going straight into fucking. She skips all three bases and heads straight to home. I don't want to give you the wrong idea, she wasn't in any rush but neither was she pussyfooting around my pussy.

She eases herself in, my orgasm helped me with the warm up on this. I realized that she must've been planning this for a bit. Great plan it was though, don't got anything negative to say about it.

Let me tell you, this fucking wasn't about technique at all. I got to say she's upped her game tremendously from when we first started. But fuck did she bring the commitment. Don't know how hard it is to use a cock, much less a prosthetic one, but she wasn't letting failure keep her back. Failure was just something to learn from and boy was she learning, with every stroke she got better. She was intent on riding that learning curve all the way to learning.

So it took her awhile to do the thrusting completely right, but that didn't matter. What mattered is her. Her pushing me down, her holding my hands while we do it, her starring into my eyes, her bending the aura around her to suit her needs, her just being her. That's what maybe makes it my favorite sexual encounter, I got to experience her like that for the first time. She knew what she wanted, she knew what I wanted, and she found that Venn diagram overlap just right.

I didn't even know exactly what I wanted, part of me is still figuring it out, but she knew that at least part of me wanted awe and awe is what she delivered. Though like I said her skill might have not been all there she had found her intent all right. And her intent flowed through onto me.

Don't know if a piece of silicone should feel as good as a dick, but it didn't matter. What mattered was she made me her bitch in the best possible way. I'm supposed to be Ms. Shy Gal, but she got it to the point where Ms. Shy Gal was getting lesbian fucked all the way up the Kinsey scale.

That's what I remember, that feeling of a bunch of my barriers being shattered. And the ones that were left were definitely up for negotiation. She gave me freedom, and in return I gave her the awe she deserved. As she slid that wonderful man made dick in and out of me, getting better with each thrust, I just marveled at the power she had to take me to that place.

Sexual pleasure was beside the point, even though sexual pleasure was all we were doing. She was creating an emotional connection without creating one. She was just doing her thing, the emotions were as one sided as fuck. Still I didn't mind, who fucking needs love when you got your sister in your pussy.

If this all sounds inscrutable to you, well, it's cause look at what I'm trying to describe. I'm trying to describe your sister's effect on me. There's no clear picture, just a bunch of sideways and alleys my mind can get lost down. Theories and guesses, never a satisfactory explanation. She's just a mystery that I've loved being in.

That's why I want to fuck you. I just want to know how your sister got from point A to point here. She came to it quicker than you so far, but you two have the same potential. She knew it, that's why she asked me to do some naked sunbathing with her. She wanted to draw you out into the open.

So I want to experience her transformation through you. That way I can understand her and get to know her better. You know I like being her bitch and the mystery of it all is fun, but maybe someday I want her to be my bitch. Or maybe I want us to fuck as equals. I want more potential for our relationship, I think you can help me get there."

"Well that story gave me a little... Potential. Care to try it out?" I ask.

"Let's get to learning," she says enthusiastically.

We learn all right.

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I feel the cool air of the night against my body. What's going on? Who's there?

All of my questions are answered when I see my equally naked sister standing over me with my blanket in her hand.

"Starting to sleep naked huh? That's good," she says to me.

Guess I got all those questions answered now. The only one left is where does this fit into her plan.

"You spent the day fucking Lucy right?"

"More or less," I reply.

"Good to know, you're good on the fucking right? All fucked out?"

"Well you know I could always have another go if necessary."

"That's not happening, at least not tonight. There's a more important lesson to be learned now."

I don't argue, I figure she's got a reason for doing what she's doing. "Ok, what's the lesson?"

"It's affection, pure and simple. Lots of people think you should show affection before any sexual conduct. They're wrong. That's how affection becomes corrupted and turns into a manipulation to gain sex. With you having had sex today and having no hope of it with me it's pointless to use it in such a manner. So now you will learn to use affection as tool to benefit both parties."

I got no qualms with that. "All right, teach me how to do that."

"First get up and stand before me," she commands.

Done and done. No reason to approach this without the utmost comfort. She's seen me naked before and hasn't shown a hint of judgement. Plus I'm kind of sleepy so my sense of shame is at low capacity. Guess shame isn't that high priority then.

"Now embrace me. But before doing so, think of the energy that you would like to bring. How do you feel about me? How would you like to feel about me? If you could show me any emotion, what would it be?" She enquired.

Gratitude and respect. I guess those are two emotions, not one, but I think I'll manage. So I go over and give her the best hug I can while keeping those two feelings in my mind. At least I try to, the thing that's poking her in her leg seems to have other ideas.

"Sorry about that," I tell her.

"It's not going to be a problem unless you make it a problem. Just ignore it, you've fucked enough today that you don't need to take care of it. Instead focus on me and how you feel about me."

I do. It's easier when my sis tells me to do something than when I try to do it myself. Her authority beats my self control. Don't see anything wrong with that though.

So I continue wrapping my arms against her, and she ever so slightly reciprocates the action. Not enough to take the focus of me physically expressing myself before her. I know she doesn't need my affection but I'm going to do my best to make sure she appreciates it.

I hold her, I try and will my arms to transfer what I can to her. Don't want to vocalize it, just want to convey it. I close my eyes, focus on gratitude and respect, maybe throw in a bit of admiration while I'm at it. Couldn't hurt, Right?

I notice for the first time that her bare breasts are digging into me. For once I don't feel sexually attracted to the thought. It's not her breasts that are sexy, it is her herself that is sexy. Any flesh could not compare to the essence that is stirring around in her. For once I was glad to ignore her breasts.

I feel something pulsing through her. It could just be my mind but I think I got my idea across. I keep hold of her for a few moments longer, just to be sure and also because I like the feel, and then let go. "Did you like that?" I ask.

"You shouldn't be so concerned what I think. The point is that you showed me genuine warmth with that hug. But yes, I did," she replied.

Good to know, even if it's just for ego reasons. I smile, seeing if I can crack one out of her. I do. Guess I have more influence than I thought. But for now let's put that information in my back pocket while we see what other lessons my sister may have in store.

"So what's next on the docket?" I ask.

"Kiss me."

I never did the whole pre-teen dating thing where kissing was as far as you'd go. I kind of got into dating later in my teens when sex was on the table. So I've never really treated kissing as a big deal. That's about to change though.

So how to kiss her? Don't think my whole being there with my lips parted while she does all the work act is going to cut it this time around. How do you bring passion to something like this without making a total fool of yourself?Her presence kind of calms me down. It seems silly to get flustered about kissing when your naked sister who you've already banged is right in front of you. I think I know what to do now. Just put my all into it. No need to be transcendent about it, just part my lips and put some real feeling into it.

So there I go, moving forward onto her lips. Make mine soft and tight, soft and tight. Suck on hers a little to put the right amount of pressure on there. And it's nice. I love her, as you can tell it's not hard. Don't know if I have the usual expectations a person brings to love. Don't got monogamy for one. We've gone off the reservation here, and I for one was good to go even further.

But back to kissing, her lips are soft and tender but still have that bold edge. There's power in tenderness and she's proof of that. Look at what she's doing to me, a kissing blasé kind of guy now giving it his all in hopes of pleasing her. Haven't even focused on any tongue action, that can come later. For now it's just lip to lip contact all the way.

Now I think it might be time my tongue made an appearance. I gently poke a bit of it in her mouth to see if she welcomes it or not. She does and so it's time to get the lay of the land. I push my tongue further into the recess of her mouth and she does likewise. Now both our tongues are twisting and turning against the other, really getting the bliss out of our shared contact.

Sanitary this isn't, hot it is. There's the inherent boundary of brother and sister being broken, but then there's the regular boundary of selfdom being broken. Two people being together without any other goal but pleasing the other. Kissing doesn't really hit the sensory nerves, no potential to go sensory overload and get the chance to experience life without thinking. No, it felt good but mostly in an emotional sense. Just enjoying the fact that I can be so close with another person.

We finish our kiss. I pull back and so does she. We both smile at each other for a second, not needing words to interrupt this moment.

"I reckon that was pretty affectionate right there," she decides.

"Likewise," I add.

We both look at each other, smiling. Reveling in the moment. For once she doesn't seem to be the intimidating instructor that she has been. Don't get me wrong, she's still got the goods but she's using them in a less aloof manner than before. She's been brought down to earth in her own relish of what her teaching attains. She's human like me, she wants the same pleasure that we all do.

Well it's time for her to go. I hate to see her go but... Well you know where I'm going to go with this. It's kind of hard not to when she gives her ass a little teasing jiggle when she leaves.

Anyway going back to bed. In case you missed my descriptions of masturbation this one's for you. Hand on cock, stroking, stroking. Kind of a knee jerk reaction to making out with my naked sister. I know she said that I've been fucked enough already but hey my dick's still hard. Couldn't have been that much.