Games We Played

It has been a very strange year, but exciting at the same time. Really a complete turn around from last year. I am in my third year of college, and had to move back home. The circumstances that led to this included my roommate disappearing one weekend and leaving me with rent and all bills. I replaced him but with a roomie who wanted nothing to do with me. Then my best girlfriend from high school fell in love with some guy from Chicago, they got married and moved away. I ended up dating my roommate-who-disappeared's girlfriend, and when he came back she went back to him. Needless to say he ceased being my roommate or my friend. So in about a month I lost my roommate, my best friend and my girlfriend. Did I mention that school is very stressful and I have a shit job. I needed to be in a 'safe' environment. I needed to save some money, and like all good twenty something's I moved back home for awhile. This also allowed me to quit my job.

My parents are semi retired and are gone most of the winter, and really most of the time. They have a big house which is a long way from school, but I can take the bus or drive and the cost is way less than trying to maintain an apartment. Then there is my sister. She is one year younger than me but two years behind me in school and she never left home. She was always one of those people who was very into herself, very sensitive, just very cautious in relationships and with strangers. She took a year off from school, basically just laid around the house, before starting at the same college as me. This meant that in addition to saving money on living expenses we would probably save money commuting as well - maybe.

I always got along with my sister, and really we were falling into an exactly similar state of affairs that occurred to us once before, but when I was about ten and she was nine. My parents moved us to a very small, isolated little town and we found ourselves having nothing in common with the kids our age. Neither of us knew anybody nor did we really want to, and so we had only each other. This circumstance had brought us very close. We used to play every manner of games, monopoly, tickle, hide and seek, house, it was all fun, great memories. We sometimes crossed a few boundaries probably, but at the age we were it was always quite innocent, and in the absence of our parents (even then) we made up for the lack of affection in our lives with each other. Holding hands, watching tv with our arms around each other, just physically close, that sort of thing.

My sister is thin, very blond, large blue eyes that can look right into you, very pretty - unusual looking. Pretty quiet if she doesn't know you but a real talker when she does. Naive, innocent, but sarcastic. Small breasts and thin waist, long legs but not tall, very beautiful from behind. That was the setting of my home coming.

When I arrived she helped me move my car load of stuff and get organized. She was very excited to have me back home. Lots of questions and wondering how long I was going to stay. It wasn't very long that the comparison was made to ten years prior. "Just like when we lived in that horrible little town." We reminisced a lot and it was this reminiscing that set the whole year in motion. Our many games were fondly recounted, some of which I could not remember at all.

The Quarter Game

The first few weeks Laura even made me many nice dinners, and we set up a regular little family - which included mom and dad when they were there. We did our homework, had some days when we could commute to school together, and we liked to watch movies in the evening like old times. One of those evenings after cleaning up, we put the DVD in and sat on the couch. "Have I told you how much I missed you last year," she slid over to me and just wrapped her arms around me. "About a hundred times. This is working out though, it was really a hard year." I leaned against her and put my arm around her, stroked her hair a little. I had totally forgotten how good she smelled. "Me too," she said. "I pretty much lost track of everyone I was close to." She looked at me, "I haven't been very close to anyone since college started. Everyone from high school has moved away." We started the movie. After just a little while, she said "Do you remember when we used to watch tv and I would hide a quarter somewhere on myself and you would try to find it." "No, I don't remember that, oh wait, yeah. Most of time we could never find it." "That's because it would slip out while we were searching." She reached in her pocket, held up a quarter, "well here's a quarter." My memory of this game was totally innocent, but this time after ten years, there was a change to the equation somehow. I felt my mouth go slightly dry, my heart raced a bit. "While we watch the movie," she added. "It'll be fun. Just like before." Yeah, uh, just like before. I paused the movie.

She went in the other room for just a minute and came right back in. She was wearing a simple little top without buttons, a cream colored v-neck, and a pair of jeans. Socks no shoes. Probably a bra. She laid back down on the couch with her feet up on my lap, started the movie again and said, "ok its your turn first." I absently and softly rubbed her feet over her socks, checking carefully for the quarter. Then rubbed up both sides of her legs, slowly, methodically, every inch. I was remembering just how hard it was to find this quarter, especially through jeans. Nothing. I shifted to the other side. She was laying on her front. I stroked and pressed her back and up both arms - she definitely was wearing a bra. "You're going to have to turn over." She complied. I checked her arms again and she just looked up at me and said, "nope." I ran my hand over her stomach, this could get weird I thought, but I was definitely enjoying the old game. Was I getting aroused? Nothing. I lightly ran my hands up her sides and under her arms avoiding her breasts completely. And there under her arm beneath the bra was the quarter. "Aha." She clapped her hands and laughed, "my turn!"

I though of where to put the quarter and basically picked the spot that was right at my belly button. I even found a little piece of tape and taped it right there. I Laid on the couch, and she placed her hands on me and touched me basically as I had. It felt really really nice. I hadn't felt so close to anybody in a really long time. I said, "I feel like we are just a pair of preening monkeys." She laughed, "well we are tonight." She got to my belly and there it was! "Found it," and she laughed again. God I loved her laugh.

While the movie played we did this a few more times, hiding the quarter in similar 'safe' places. Once I put it at the bottom of my foot and she spent a long time looking, but found it. By now though both of our faces were burning. And you could clearly see that I had an erection through my jeans. The touching, rubbing, stroking was definitely having an effect on us. It was her turn and she was gone a little longer. She came back in and said, "you won't find it this time." She laid down at the couch. I pulled her blond hair back and carefully checked there (that was actually a hiding place I remembered from when she was little when I could never find it). Not there. I checked her feet, her arms her legs carefully, a long time on the legs. I was even kneeding and giving her long strokes along her thigh and butt this time. I checked in her pockets. "Just in case," I said. "Nope". "Turn around," she flipped over with a slight smile on her face, head turned and just watching the movie intently, her cheeks were red. I rubbed her stomach very slowly with the palm of my hand and reached up under her top so I was brushing her bra. I checked her sides all very slowly and carefully. She kept laying with her head turned, she didn't look at me like other times. Then, I so softly, barely a touch, set my hand on her right breast, looking at her face, and massaged outward to the edge, over her shirt and bra. Wonderful, soft, my heart pounding. She didn't move. I checked her other breast and rubbed carefully in circles now. Still nothing. I reached down to her upper thighs and around her abdomen and hips, pushing and massaging her through the jeans. Slowly. Methodically. This was not like before. My mouth was dry. I let my fingers run along the top of her inner thighs, my fingers pressed in tight right at the fold of her crotch and then up the center of her hip along the pelvic bone. She was so hot there and I watched her breathing catch in her throat.

Then, I simply lay my palm onto the flat of her stomach and slid it under her jeans, under her panties. I could feel the beginning of soft hairs on her little mound, they feel blond I thought. And I kept sliding down, the heat, the moisture, not very much hair there at all, whispy, soft. I could see her open her legs slightly and just kept her eyes on the TV. And there right at the top of her puss, where the labia divides - her pussy lips, (and which I could not see because she was fully clothed) was the quarter held there by her thighs and the pressure of her panties. She said nothing. "I found it!" Really, almost embarrassed at this now, after my single minded 'search,' I held it in front of her eyes, her burning cheeks and said with my dry mouth, "I did find it." She nodded.

Board Games

We never talked about what it is we were actually doing with our little quarter game, but it was something that occupied our evenings on occasion, and had even included her wrapping her hand around my erect penis from time to time, to 'find it.' I was studying one evening, and Laura came in my room. She watched me for awhile, and asked how long I would be. She was bored, I could always tell her mannerisms. I really did know her well. "Do you remember how we used to play board games?" I looked back at her on the bed, "all the time, every kind. Are they still here?" "I think so, somewhere. Mom never throws anything away." She was getting me interested. It was Saturday, I had been studying for something like three hours. It was a sunny beautiful day. "Yeah, lets find one and set it up in the sun room."

We did find the games, and picked out the Ultimate. The one we used to play for days. Monopoly! Cards out, money exchanged. Houses getting built and hotels. She had the Boardwalk this time, which was the one I always wanted to own. And she was winning. But then I got a whole side of the board, and the tides were turning. To the point that she landed on my hotel and New York and did not have money. She would have to cash in some hotels, mortgage some properties. She was not happy. "Ok, well, you need to cash in your Boardwalk Hotel." "How about I give you a kind payment?" Oh yeah. My dad was in sales and he sometimes received 'payments in kind.' My sister always called those kind payments, she would also sometimes call it 'bartender' for barter. "You mean bartender" I laughed. "Exactly," she said. "I could wash the dishes this week" (which had become my chore since she cooked). "Ok I'll accept your kind payment." And we played on.

But I definitely had the edge and she was soon in the same position. And again was offering a kind payment. I said, "naw, this game could go on forever." "So, they always did before, come on just like before." She paused, "I'll do just about anything." Then, "Please." Something about that anything. She was looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and my mind went right to what had been on my mind for weeks now - really because of the quarter game thing. While we touched each other pretty much anywhere now during the game, I had never actually seen any of my blond, blue eyed sister. We always remained fully clothed. And I had become really curious about the image of her body, and mainly that soft blond puss. I could practically picture it by my touch alone, but only in my imagination. I had to try.

"Your kind payment is," I paused - "I really would like to just see you without your pants on." Her eyes got big for just a moment and then a pause. Interesting. Not an immediate no way. "You mean in my underwear?" "Actually, uh, no underwear either." I smiled sheepishly. "That's the kind payment, or you can cash in hotels." Silence. She was reasoning this out now. "I'll go get my robe and just hold it open so you can see." I was literally shaking a little now. "Ok." was all I could manage. She got up and left. She must have been gone 15 minutes. When she got back she was standing in her robe. I could see that she was barefoot and not wearing jeans anymore. Just her robe. The sun room was so bright and clear, the sun shining right on her. "Sorry, I couldn't find my robe." I laughed.

She stood right in front of me, and then sort of held her breath, closed her eyes and slowly opened her robe. She kept her top on (true to her word), but no pants and no panties. She had such a small soft waist, and gentle widening hips. The sun cast these wonderful shadows on her skin. And the soft hair, wisps of blond, hardly any there and tufting a little right at the bottom. I gazed at her for a nice little while, she had opened her eyes and was looking at me but with the same look as the quarter game. "And the back," I said as I looked her right in the eyes, I couldn't believe I had said it. She looked at me like she couldn't believe it either, "you drive a hard bargain, sir. New York better be worth it." "Oh it is. Wonderful." I rejoined. She turned around and lifted the hem of her robe up to her waist. Her butt was definitely her most beautiful attribute. I had always loved looking at her from behind. She looked back at me, "Enough?" "Yeah." She let the hem drop, closed the robe and sat back down, "Do you think I am pretty?" she asked. "I think you are, yes, spectacular," I said, and continued "Really. . . and Your cuffs match your collar, that's sure." She hit me with an open hand and we laughed. We played the rest of the game with her in her robe, a very amused smile on her face, fluttering her eyes on me, and not exactly keeping tabs on the proprietary lay of fabric which clothed her now. I could tell she was feeling pretty, desired, and proud of her effect on men - in this instance me. She was really feeling good about herself. It made her even more attractive. I guess this was my 'reward.' I had many lovely peeks up those long legs, and of her bare belly reaching down low through the robe, during the remainder of the game. From there on out, there were no kind payments, only the cashing of hotels, houses, mortgaging property - and then she lost.

Doll Making and Dress Up (Sculpture)

I was getting ready to leave in the morning when Laura bounded into my room. She was in a very good mood. "I have a game for us this evening!" "What is it?" "Surprise! One of my favorites." Since Monopoly, we had kind of backed off a little. More like evenings studying, dinners, going out separately with friends or evenings watching tv, though we still would wrap around each other and sort of snuggle on the big couch, make casual comments to the screen. In another respect, we were becoming more natural around each other, really more intimate than ever. I could look at her now, see the small of her back - and know what it felt like in my hand. And an evening laying on the couch with her smell was the most relaxing thing in the world to me now. Still, it had been weeks since we had played any of our games. So what could it be?

I had a very normal day at school, and basically forgot about the morning conversation. On the way home though it came back to me. I had already eaten, as I had a later class and got home around seven. "I thought you would be home earlier," She said pulling me into the house. "You know my schedule, today is the chemistry class that lasts three hours." "Ok, but come over here." I sat down. "Do you Remember what my favorite of games was?" I blinked. "Umm, oh god. Dress Up. Oh no, not dress up." "Please," She was down on the floor now rolling around. "And" she added, "doll making - like pinnocchio." What I remembered was my little sister doing whatever she wanted with me, picking out my clothes dressing me up. She Loved it, I never told her, but I thought it was pretty stupid.

"Come on in here, in here," and she had me by the arm. "You are in pieces." "Yeah, I feel like that all right." We were in her room now. "No a doll, you are all in pieces and I have to put you together, and then dress you. Okk....ok?" "Just Give me a minute and let me get freshened up." She relented and I went to my room. I thought about this. Dress me. I'm twenty. Ok, see what this is about.

I took my time, I took a shower. When I got back to her room she was reading but pacing at the same time. She was blushing. "Ok," I said and sat down on the bed. "Umm, first you have to take off your clothes." What?" "You are in pieces, I have to put you together." I remembered now being stripped down to my underwear when this started. "I'll turn around." So, I took off my shirt, my socks, my pants, my T shirt, laid on the bed and said, "there, ready." She looked at me without a smile, a serious look. "I guess that's fine." "What? I said. "Well I thought you would be, you know, I said take off your clothes." "Naked!" "Well, you did see me . . .right." She was blushing again. This was quite a plan she had. I laughed. "So that's it." "No. No, this is just fine." I had on boxers, I could feel the start of an erection. I looked right at her, stood up, and slid them down to my ankles. Kicked them across the room. And lay back on the bed with my arms behind my head. "Ta Da." She put her hands together. But now my erection was almost painful. I could not believe my position right now, while at the same time trying to be totally nonchalant. Laura's eyes were as big as saucers as she walked up to the be. She said, "Alright then, I need to put you together then." She had even put together a little makeshift tool kit. "Damn, you have been working on this.

She sat down on the bed and set her hand on my stomach. Very natural. I was surprised at the naturalness of her touch now. For one moment she glanced down at my little guy, now not so little anymore. She said, "remember how sometimes I used to go into the bathroom when you were taking a bath when we were little and ask to touch your pee pee and you would let me. I used to try and do it really quickly so that I could touch your penis when it was still soft, before it started to, um, get stiff." "I remember you used to tell me you liked it soft," I said. "Yeah, I'm starting to think I like it better, hard now." Did I hear that right?!

Anyway she did not touch me then, she sat on the bed and took my hands. Each finger needed to be attached, the hand attached to the wrist. I remembered it well. She brought out little tools, screwdrivers, ruler, nail files, plastic toy implements. She brushed her hands down my fingers. 'Built' my hand, my wrist and then elbow. Slid the arm into my chest socket rotated it around. Then my toes, my feet, my ankles, my knees, my knee caps. She was loving this, breathing hard, burning. When she sat at my center I would reach my hand up and gently rub her back, her hips, whatever was right there. At first she would stop me, "you are a doll" she would say scolding me. But after awhile she said nothing at all, and then I even slipped by hand under her top so I could feel her skin. No bra.

When the legs were to be attached, she said she had to 'prepare the opening.' I laughed, "really now." And she looked at me very seriously, "yes." She took her hands and wrapped them around my thigh, with each hand extended in each direction and one hand wrapped into my crotch as I spread my legs. Back and forth back and forth, then up and down. Oh, God did that feel good, and it made my penis want to be touched in the worst way. I could feel her brushing my balls, but that was all. Oh God it felt good and she could tell the effect it was having on me, which was probably why she did it so long. I was dripping precum onto my belly, which she definitely noticed. At one point she smiled at me, took her finger and slid it around in the puddle just above the head of my cock. Then back to work.

she took each leg and motioned as if she were sliding them into their sockets. Then she took my legs and bent them up to my chest a couple of times. Oh this was all so amazing. I was doing whatever she wanted now. She threw me a towel. "I think you better lay this on the bed. I need you to turn over now." She looked at me, smiled, "Having fun?" "You have no idea" I said. "Good, it was always MY favorite." I turned over - onto my little towel.

She worked on my head, put it on. Then massaged my back forever, I have know idea what dollmaking purpose was served by this wonderful back rub, aside from the 'installation' of my shoulder blades, but I just lay there and took it all in. I was getting so relaxed, almost asleep in fact, when she started to work on my butt. She was using her fingers in a careful sawing motion together with a kind of cupping and molding massage. I could just imagine she was making my butt crack! Wow! Down and deeper with those slender fingers, pushing along the surface toward by anus, and then over the top back and forth scrapping lightly across my opening, causing me to involuntarily push my ass in the air. Oh, my god. "You are one hell of a doll maker dear." I sighed. "It takes time to make quality," she said quietly back. Her mind was on other things. She took one finger and right at the surface of my anus she pushed, she pushed again as I raised my hips. She pushed her finger down to the first little knuckle. I could feel her nail. I could not stand it anymore. I was actually on the verge of coming. I could barely breath. She lifted her finger back out and turned me around. I complied.

"That leaves just one thing," she said. "I think I am going to make you a boy doll." She said so seriously. "Reeaaaly. . ." I said back. We both laughed. I had been laying naked on her bed for over an hour. It was like no foreplay I had ever experienced before. She took her finger and touched just the tip of my penis and rubbed the precum around the whole head. I just said, "oh, just push down on the end, do it just once." I think I said it with such a need that she complied. Oh, that was what I had needed for quite awhile. "Oh, once more," It felt so good. She went back to sliding her finger around on the tip. "Now I got to see you, so now we're even," but more to herself. She wrapped her hand around my penis, it was so wet she could slide it up and down. She took her other hand and laid it between my legs and held my balls. She looked at me and she looked at my little (not so little) guy. I alternately closed my eyes, lifted my hips, and looked back at her. 

She was sitting right at my side now, sort of on her knees, and so I had managed to insinuate my hand underneath her bottom, and despite the fact she was wearing jeans had managed to work my hands between her legs and was rubbing her from the top of her puss back to her ass, in the same rhythm that she was rubbing me, and which I could tell she liked. Several times I heard an involuntary moan, and I know I was making them as well. Heaven. Heaven. I wanted this to last and last. 

She was still sliding her hand on my cock up and down slowly. "If I am going to finish you and dress you up now, I believe that you are going to need some release. I can tell this boy doll needs to be emptied out a little." And she took a firmer grip (as I took a firmer grip of her). And she started a kind of wrist twist with her fingers across the top of my penis, and pointing it straight up at my chest. "I'm going to cum," I whispered. "I'm going to cum." "I know, you bad little boy," she smiled. "Me?" I protested. But then I could feel myself coming, pushing my hips up into the air turning my head back and forth, "Oh god, oh god" and I came. Ribbons of cum spread up onto my chest. On and on, I completely vanished - spent. She was watching my face, the desire on my mouth and in my eyes. I then just lay back motionless with my eyes closed. I reached under myself, grabbed the towel and started to wipe myself off. "My God, Thanks," I said. "That was nice," she got up, glowing, literally glowing. From my rubbing between her legs, and how hot and wet she had to be, I basically knew she needed a release as much as I had. But, I was spent, still 'recovering.' "Now I can dress you."

She brought out a fresh pair of underwear, boxers. She slid them up my legs, I lifted my hip and over my now soft member. She did an amazingly sweet thing then, she took the palm of her hand and cupped it over my penis and gave it a nice little pat. Considering what we had just done, I was still pretty amazed. She brought out some pants, slid them on same as the boxers. She took a T shirt pushed me up in an upright position and got behind me and slid on the T shirt - kissed me lightly on the neck, and then an open shirt, buttoned them and then 'tucked' them into my pants. So intimately, so slowly. Her hands were totally aware, totally comfortable now with my body, my stomach, my hip bone. I even became aware of my own hand wrapped around her thigh, not even realizing I had done that. 

"There, my boy doll. And now a kiss to bring my doll boy to life." She sat me on the bed, leaned in slow and kissed me softly on the lips. Looked at me again, and then bit lightly my lower lip. I touched her tongue with mine, leaned in and kissed her as well with my hand finding hers. We played with each others fingers. I reached up and just lay my hand on her breast, could feel her firm little nipple. "Good game I said, way better than I remember it." She laughed, "I thought you'd like it. And there IS your version of this game - remember." "Oh, my god, that's right - sculpture!"

it had been a few days since the doll game. Every time I thought about that evening I got hard. I have to say it was probably my most erotic experience ever up to then, and I just could not get it out of my head. Our evenings at home, our dinners, commutes, everything continued however as it had. Our conversations were natural and close, but not sexual in any way. The games were their own little hermetically sealed moments or fragments in time. The only exception to that now were the simple and natural little touches that had been added to our daily routines. When I went into the kitchen in the morning and she was standing at the counter cutting an orange, I would walk up behind her and place my hands on her waist, say good morning, and feel her press her back into me as she said good morning back. When I handed her her backpack I would brush my hand along her wrist. When she sat down next to me on the couch she would lay her hand on my thigh or touch my hair behind my ear while she was making an important point.

Winter was passing and with spring the days were getting longer, some of the mornings were actually warm now. And that also meant that Laura started wearing spring clothes. I even helped her get her spring wear out of the basement and lay it out on the bed. It excited me to think that she was going to start wearing this stuff. But I said nothing. Her confidence was definitely high with me. She knew her effect on me now, and I know she enjoyed it. Hell, I enjoyed the effect I knew I had on her. So the games in their hermetically sealed little moments were separated from our normal day to day and it seemed to work. One evening however, I tested the bounds of the game/non-game line a little bit.

She was actually laying on the floor in front of the TV on this evening and the sun was just setting, so the lights were not yet on. As the sun set the brightness in the room continued to dim, with the glow of the TV increasing. She was wearing a red half top and a fairly loose pair of khaki shorts, no shoes and no socks. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the couch and her feet were laying along the side of my legs to my right. I had my hand on her calf and she was sort of swishing her foot back and forth with her head set on her hands up on her elbows. On this evening my mind was focused on her body, on our games, and basically on my horny little self.

I started to rub her calves, and she did not react at all. No game here, just us two, together. None suggested. I let my hand wonder up to her thigh, and she just said, "Could you rub my feet?" "Sure," I said. And back down to her feet. So I rubbed her feet for quite awhile and pushed my thumb into the center which I knew she liked. I could see the small of her back, I could see up her loose fitting shorts just a little ways, though less and less as the sun continued to set. After a goodly interval I let my hand wander back onto her calves, back onto her thighs. She said nothing. I have to say I was more nervous than ever before now. There was even a slight tremor in my hand. 

I was stroking the inside of her thighs now and she did not move at all. Her legs though were sort of close together and in the absence of any movement on her part, there was certainly no invitation. Uncharted territory. I was thinking about our quarter game, about her masturbating me in her room, about the kiss. And rationalizing to myself that this was nothing compared to those things, ok then. I slid forward a bit and let my hands wander up under the legs of her shorts, and then up over the surface of her butt and then slid my hands as best I could between her legs over her panties. She still did not move or respond at all though, and so I backed off again. Even stopped altogether at one point.

The room by now was dark except for the glow of the TV. Neither of us made any move to turn on a light which we normally did. After about five minutes or so, she started shaking her foot again, and once or twice let it kick me lightly. Ok. What is this? I was running every little thing through my fuddled brain, my heart pounding again, had a nice little erection now going. This would all be worth it for later this evening anyway. What the hell. I scooted forward again and once more slid my hand into the leg of her shorts, but also under her panties, first onto her butt and then pressing my fingers downward and into her puss. She was so wet, and this was the first time that I had felt her wetness! I let my fingers slide upward and then down again, could literally feel her pussy lips swelling and then opening across her middle. I was splitting her open. God was she wet. But again she did not move at all. She kind of shifted her head around a little bit, and I just kept at it. I wasn't being stopped after all, and I intended to continue unless directed otherwise. That was the plan. And so it continued.

I almost jumped when she said, "hey. . . what you doing back there?" Friendly, noncommital. "Um, nothing, just playing a little." She shifted a bit, enough that I stopped and took my hand back. She lifted her hips a little and just reached down with her right hand and undid the button on her shorts and then undid the zipper. I could hear it. She also at the same time opened her legs a little bit. The result of this shifting around, while nothing was said, looked like a pretty convincing invitation. I therefore slid my hand back into her shorts, back under her panties, back into that unbelievably wet pussy of hers. I found her clitoris and drew small soft circles, and I could feel her hips moving. I stopped moving my finger and felt her hips continue to draw the circles on her own. I left my finger where it was and let her movements direct the motion now. Wow! I was probably as wet as she was and probably could have cum just from the touching alone. Laura was no longer watching the TV but had her head hanging down between her shoulders but still holding herself up by her elbows. She did say, a couple of times, "It feels good." And, "oh. . ., you are a bad boy."

I got somewhat bolder and moved my fingers upward from her clitoris and found her vagina. I took my index finger and just pushed it inside. She was so tight and so wet. I could not believe how good she felt. I heard her gasp as I pressed into her and she gave an involuntary push onto my hand. She let me stroke her and with my thumb I worked her pussy lips and clitoris, and I could really tell how worked up she was getting. Squirming and moaning against my hand. Heaven again. But Apparently, too worked up.

Suddenly, she pulled forward with her elbows and literally was just crawling away from me, saying "Oh god. . . that's all, now, oh, ok." I was sitting there with my sticky fingers and obvious hard on. I was somewhat confused, I knew she was almost ready to come. She then started to pull herself together, smoothing back her hair, zipping up her shorts, buttoning back up. Then, she sat back up while I had moved back against the couch, and she scooted back next to me, her breathing was winded, "wheewh," she said and her hips were still wriggling around, she fluttered her eyes at me, smiled a wry little smile (that I loved). Maybe she HAD come? I wasn't sure.

We sat there another little minute when she took my hand in both hers and said, "See ya, I got something I got to take care of," and put my hand on her abdomen just above her crotch. "Anything I can help you with?" I responded. "Uh, No, I think you've done enough," and then she wrapped her hand around my penis through my pants, gave a squeeze, got up and left. Oh god, why did she have to go and do that?

Friday Night

Earlier in the evening while my sister and I watched TV, I had managed to insinuate my hand into her panties. She had actually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and lowered them slightly so I had easier access (which is encouragement to say the least!) But then she had suddenly moved away from me, obviously going to bed as hot and bothered as me. I asked, "Can I help." To which she responded, "I think you've done enough." Since moving home we have developed a history of playing our childhood games, with interesting results. This evening was my first attempt at 'outside the game play' with mixed results. It nonetheless has left me about as horny as I think I've ever been in my life.

12:00 Midnight - Still Restless. I couldn't sleep. I felt hot, was still burning. Laura, my sister, had literally crawled away from me on her elbows, when not a minute earlier she had been grinding her puss into my hand.

12:15 a.m. - Still laying awake in the dark. I still have an erection. Can you get too aroused?

12:30 a.m. - There was no 'game' this evening. I was outside the box (so to speak) . . . 

1:00 a.m. - Hey, I just remembered MY favorite game! Among all of our various childhood antics, one that had particularly stood out with me was Hypnotist. It brought back a flood of memories. The late at night darkness, sneaking around, the silence, whispers, the smells, the warmth of our beds. 

Late at night one of us would steal into the others room, and whisper in their ear, "You are getting sleepy. You are getting sleepy." We were 'hypnotizing' each other, and that was the game. We would come up with some crazy behavior, or sound, or something that the other would have to do the next day. Only WE would know. Our secret. It was hilarious. You would spend the whole next day waiting for the hypnotized act! And when you saw it, the certain walk, the somersault, the asking for a certain ride, you realized that secret connection. Nobody else knew, just us. I could hypnotize her tonight! I could. I could do it. 

Now if I could just get my legs to work.

2:30 a.m. - It IS a brilliant idea. NOW would be the perfect time. 

I wear a lose pair of boxers and a grey T shirt to bed, and I just stayed in these as I crept down the dark hallway to her room at 2:30 in the morning. This was crazy, she could freak. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. It was pitch black. Her door was closed. I, as slowly as possible, opened the door to her room. The noise of the door opening sounded unbearable, but in reality was just a click and a swish on the carpet. I was standing in her room. Two windows on each side of her bed let in thin bands of light from the street lamps. Her shades were blue, and as my eyes adjusted, there was a soft blue white light glow to the room as an outline of everything became clear. I could see her laying on her back, head turned lightly to the side. Her blonde hair raised up around her head, disheveled. I walked over to her bed sort of bent over and then kneeled by her night stand. 

She slept in a double bed, and she had a sheet and light blanket pulled up under her chin. I could see her soft white cheeks and chin, blonde hair, closed eyes. She slept with a little pout as she lay on her back. I could see the rise and fall of her breathing. I sat there, settled in, sort of getting myself comfortable. I needed to calm down. I wanted to start laughing out loud to relieve some stress, and at one point I was even just shaking my arms in the air with my mouth open silently. She didn't move. I was sitting at the side of the bed where she was closest to the edge, which was the left side as I reached the point of no return. Lifting myself up to my knees, I leaned over the edge of her bed and put my mouth next to her ear. In the split second I was about to speak, it all came back to me: the darkness, the warmth, her hair, her breathing, her smell. 

In barely a whisper I said, "You are getting sleepy." 

Pause. I watched her intently as I continued, "You are getting sleepy. I am going to count to ten, and at the end of ten, you will be Hypnotized." 

I was really shaking now, I just thought this could all go so wrong somehow. She turned her head away from me, paused a moment, and then adjusted herself slightly and brought her head back exactly where it was. But absolutely no reaction, no change in her expression. 

I proceeded in a soft whisper, "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You are falling into a hypnotic trance." I think I just noticed a bit of a smile - who knows. "Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. You are asleep. Totally, deeply asleep. Can you hear me?" 

She did not move a muscle. I waited, Nothing. 

"Can you hear me?" 

She shifted around just a little bit, sort of a stretch. 

"Yes," she just barely whispered, her speaking was directed straight up, not at me. 

I continued, "You will not remember this tomorrow. But you will remember to do what I say. If you understand, nod your head." 

She slowly nodded. I could also tell that her breathing was changing.

"Without waking answer me, what you are wearing?" 

A pause. She softly whispered, "Gray flannel bottoms. . ." 

Another long pause, I was almost ready to speak again. 

". . . and, uh, a white undershirt." 

I asked, "Are you wearing panties?" 

"Um, yes - but, not a bra." 

"Did you touch yourself before you went to bed last night?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you make yourself cum?"

"Yes - But, I came another time too." 

"When?" 

"This evening, while I was watching the TV." 

"Did you touch yourself there too?" 

"No, I had help from my bad little brother." 

"Did you let him touch you?" 

"Yes, I did." 

I could feel her hips moving around on the bed, I could see the covers rising a bit. She was shifting her hands.

I whispered directly into her ear, "Tomorrow, you will be touched at various times during the day." I added, "Inappropriately. But you will not notice when it happens." "And, you will decide to go to bed without your pajamas on - or your panties, tomorrow night. Can you do that?" 

She turned her head just slightly to the right, which had the effect that her cheek was brushing right against mine, and it placed her mouth right by my ear. I could feel her warm breath. 

She said, "Yes. What do you mean - inappropriate?" 

The way she said that word with her mouth was somehow amazing. Her lips were swelling, wet, were pouting and I could feel the warmth of her breath.

"I'll show you, just a little what I mean." 

And I reached under the covers toward her warm body. I felt her flannel pajama bottoms that tied at the top, and reached my hand under the edge feeling for her blonde puss. I could feel her legs opening, felt her stretch, arch actually, and saw her mouth open; but she kept her eyes closed and said not a thing. Her labia actually felt swollen, bruised. The lips were so open and she was wet, soaking even on the inside of her panties. I let my fingers slide down through her center and to her backside, and just ran my finger over her anus.

I held my mouth right at her ear, her cheek on mine, as I breathed my warm words on her, "this is what it might be like." 

"O,Ok," she turned her head left. 

I brought my hand back up through her center, and with my middle finger, pressed it briefly into her vagina and continued rubbing upward around her clit, as she pushed her hips up into my hand. 

She just said, " mmm, Ok."

I could smell her sex rising from under the sheets. God she smelled good! Her warmth, the warmth of her body under the sheets, her legs open in the dark pushing against my hand. I wanted this to last forever, but I pulled my hand from her panties, and let it drift up her abdomen, let it rest just below her navel. Softly stroked her.

"I am going to count in reverse now, sweet." And as I said that, I let my hand wander up to her breasts, feeling one then the other under her T. Felt the nipples contract under my touch. 

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five." I let my hand wander back to her abdomen - I just had to feel that blonde little pussy one more time. I reached just under the edge of her panties. "Five. Four." I withdrew my hand. "You are waking from your hypnotism, you will now continue in your normal sleep. Three. Two. One." 

She lay there quietly, and then slowly turned on her side away from me as I withdrew from her and stealthily moved back to my room. 

Saturday

It was Saturday, and I slept really late - not a surprise since I basically had not fallen asleep until about sunrise this morning. Immediately though I remembered what happened. Did I do that? It just all seemed too unbelievable. Yes, I could still smell her on me.

I got up, put on a pair of sweats and left my grey T shirt on. I went into the kitchen, and there was Laura leaning over the counter on her elbows with a newspaper and cup of coffee, still wearing her gray pajama bottoms and t shirt (no bra). She was normally dressed, but this was her typical morning position, especially on weekends. 

I walked into the kitchen as nonchalant as I could, and said, "Good morning. Sleep well?" 

I came up behind her as I was talking to her (as was my habit these days) and just lay my hand on her waist, but then let my fingers slip lightly just beneath her bottoms and panties to the point where I could feel the wisps of her blonde hairs rising up from between her legs. She pressed her back into my chest (as also was her habit), but then she also tipped her head back onto my shoulder and turned her head so that her cheek was touching mine.

"Oh, I slept pretty good. I had so many dreams, but I can't remember any of them." I could feel her warm breath on my ear, could feel myself getting hard. 

She remained lightly pressed against my chest and I could smell her hair. I reached a little lower and inched my fingers between her legs, and sort of rolled her puss lips in my fingers, one then the other, very slight and very light. God she was wet already. She pressed her bottom against me as well, and I knew she could feel my cock rising against her. 

I stood there and in as casual a voice as I could manage, "Can you believe it's going to be the start of finals. I actually have a paper I need written by Monday - and I haven't even started it." 

She, lifted her head while still pressed against me, and without skipping a beat (though I could feel her heart) responded, "I have about half a book to finish from Sociology. Couple of Hours - shouldn't be too HARD." She emphasized that word. 

Then she added, "Do you want some coffee? It's over there, I made it nice and Hot for you." She leaned forward as my hands slipped out of her bottoms, went back onto her elbows and continued to read the paper some more. 

"Great. Thanks. I think I will," I answered. I could barely walk to the counter. I poured myself a cup. Damn, She was 'hypnotized' today!

We both actually did have a tremendous amount of homework to do, and so our paths did not cross as much as they could have, but really it was that much better somehow. While she was at the breakfast table eating some toast and jam, still with her paper (she read the thing practically cover to cover in the mornings), I stood behind her and could see her T shirt opening at the top giving me a great view of her little titties. And so while she was reading I actually slid my hand right inside her top and started playing randomly with her bare breasts. They felt great while she was sitting up.

She didn't shift or move from her paper, just said, "Mmm, you smell nice." 

I said, "I haven't taken a shower yet." 

She said, "Neither have I."

Another time during an afternoon break, Laura was on the couch, sitting with her legs wide open - one foot touching the floor and the other along the back of the couch cushion. I lay at the other end of the couch with my head on cushion, my feet bent at the knees.

I started to make conversation, "I've written all of One page. I somehow have to fit fifty years of the fifteenth century in four pages. I don't even know why they do that." 

As I was speaking, I reached my foot out toward her crotch and lay it right between her legs and started to roll the ball of my foot back and forth. I saw her eyes flash for a moment to my foot and then she looked straight at me with those wonderful blue eyes. A nothing going on look. Blushing now and pressing her hips just lightly against my foot. I could tell she was horny as hell. 

She responded, "Well they have us reading, uh, reading about Marx still. I know that from a sociology perspective he contributed a lot, but they go into the politics and . . ." I was still rolling my foot over her puss and she was starting to breath heavier, "and ..uh, . .oh, I lost my train . . . of thought." Her voice went quite low just then and she gave a quick hard grind of her crotch into my foot, but she kept her eyes on me, those beautiful blue eyes that betrayed nothing.

It was really an amazing idea. I was a genius. Even just passing her in the hall I was letting my hands freely roam over her hips, onto her breasts, down the center of her back, between her legs, the crack of her ass. She didn't change her outfit all day, which she never does, but just kept wearing that gray flannel bottom and the T shirt top. 

The best moment of the day though was when I noticed her going into the toilet. I thought why not, it sure qualifies as inappropriate. I waited a beat from when she went in and opened the bathroom door, walked in and closed it behind me, smiled at her on the toilet and sat down on the tub edge opposite her. Her head had swung immediately to the door, and she watched me with wide eyes as I sat down. She didn't know what to do, but left her legs parted slightly and her arms rested on each leg, the elbows sort of bent in the middle and her pants down around her ankles. I could hear her peeing now.

I said in a casual tone, "I got my second page done. What's happening with you?"

She sort of assumed a backstage voice whisper, "Uh, I'm trying to take a shit here."

I just wagged a finger and said, "Ah, ah, ah."

She let her shoulders drop along with her head, and her elbows went together. I could hear her under her breath, "you little shit,"

I just said, "How's your reading?"

She looked at me, "Goood. I got three chapters done." And we continued in a casual banter, while ignoring that we were sitting in the toilet with my sister taking a dump, and me watching her in just her T. I could hear pauses, pressure and a soft release, drops into the toilet. She was blushing red. When she reached for some toilet paper, she looked at me like - 'are you leaving NOW?' But I reached out and took the tissue.

"Allow me." I said.

She just shook her head, and started to Giggle, "You are such a help around the house, Who knew?"

I started to reach between her legs, but she said, "No, uh, from the back."

She scooted forward and sort of lifted her ass in the air. I reached down and wiped her middle, front to back with a steady pressure, and dropped the tissue in.

She said, "Again. And you got to check it." 

She was smiling now, kind of getting into the process and giving some guidance. The whole thing was kind of awkward with two people doing the task of one. She was turning at the waist toward me and had her arms on my back and craning her neck watching me, and said "Now you do a good job, dammit." 

I started to laugh, "pa-ractice makes perfect dear."

I wiped her ass again, checked - it was clean. She started to get up, and I said, "ah, one more - make sure," and I quickly patted her little puss dry with the flat of my hand.

She got up, pulled up her briefs, her bottoms. She rolled her eyes at me, batted me as we walked out and we went back to our rooms.

Saturday Night

I put in rather early this evening. I WAS really tired. And I actually set an alarm for 2:00 a.m. just in case I could be stupid enough to fall asleep and not wake until morning. I did drift off after awhile. I was really very tired, I didn't need the alarm though. Somehow at 1:50 a.m. I was wide awake.

Again in my boxers and T shirt I went to Laura's room. I quietly opened her door and moved beside her bed. She was in the exact same position as last night, only tonight there was a comforter on the bed. I moved up beside her, leaned in and whispered the exact same incantation of last night - 'hypnotized' her. 

Then, I whispered, "what are you wearing?" 

"I'm naked." 

"Are you wet?" 

"I've been wet all day." 

"What happened today?" 

"Um, uh, I read a book, a normal day. I don't remember anything, INAPPROPRIATE." I liked the way she said the word. 

"Did you think about this?" 

I pushing the covers back a little as I reached for her and lay my right hand onto her belly, then sliding down her hips to her left thigh, back up across her blonde hairs and down her right thigh. 

"Yes." 

I ran my fingers right through her center opened her labia, split her open, like a piece of fruit. Her pussy lips opened up so nicely, and I saw her mouth open up at the same time.

I whispered, "Very nice. You get rewarded for this." 

"I do?" She said. 

I shifted the covers so that her entire body was exposed to me from her shoulders down. In this low bluish light she just glowed, there were also these wonderful thin slants of light on her skin. I lifted up onto the bed, and I positioned myself so that I was laying now between her legs and could see her puss open in front of me, smell the sex. A wonderful earthy smell, delicate, so relaxing. I laid my cheek on top of her little blonde bush and didn't move for awhile. I want to be here forever I thought. She lay one hand on my head. 

"Don't wake up," I whispered.

I had been thinking about this for awhile. Since seeing my sister and touching her, smelling her, I really wanted just a little taste. Lowering my mouth softly onto her little mound, I started to lick her with a flat tongue. As I pressed harder into her with my tongue I could literally feel her pussy lips enlarge and open, opening her pink middle. She had this wonderful little nub of a clit, it was like a little finger, I could put my lips around it. The first time I did, I heard a strong, drawing in of breath, "huuh." 

I felt her hand on my head pushing me down into her, as her hips also pressed up and she arched her back. As I looked at her, her face was turned to its side with mouth open pressing back into the pillow. I could see her white teeth. She was rocking her hips gently in a rythem with me now. My nose was rubbing up and down into her puss as I licked along her center. It would touch her clit as I lapped downward. I was like a little cat at a bowl of cream. I ate her like a fuzzy little peach, her juices were running onto my chin, and when she was really pushing my head down into her I could barely breath. I started to fill her up with my fingers. Her breathing was getting heavy, and she was pulling my hair. 

I called up to her, "do you like your reward?" 

I could hear, "Ho, yes." And "Fuck, yes." 

I took my middle finger and pushed it up inside her soft tunnel and rubbed little circle there, I licked her clit and wondered at her taste and smell. She was letting me do anything. I had all the time in the world dear. Nothing but time. 

She started to get fairly loud, short little bursts, little screams. And she started pulling my hair now, and making a sort of motioning gesture, tugging me toward her. Scraping my back. 

"Oh, I need you up here. Turn around, turn for me" she said in a light pleat. 

I looked at her and then with my right hand, slipped my boxers down easily and kicked them off the bed.

I said as I was moving, "Ok. You want a bigger reward now?" 

i shifted around for what she wanted. 

"Yes, I have been very good today," she said. 

I added, "Yes. You've been my good little girl." 

I put my legs on each side of her shoulders, positioned my cock (which was aching now) over her face, and she took it in her mouth with a kind of wildness. She was Chewing on it! 

"Careful." I whispered. 

She laughed, "Oh, sorry."

"Hungry?" I said. 

"You have no idea." 

I started licking again, but from the other direction. She was still rocking her hips and I was now rocking mine into her wet little mouth. I was so aroused I was not sure just how long I could last. The fact that she was biting me a little, I thought, would actually make me last longer. We lay like that, licked and chewed, stroked and rubbed, filling each other everywhere. She had actually taken her finger and pushed it up inside my ass and was working in and out. With that I could feel the cum rising in me.

"Oh god, Get ready," I said. "Want a little cream." 

"Mmmmm" was really all she could say. 

So I quickened my pace rubbed fantastic little circles inside her with my tongue, dug my nails into her thighs, pulling her open. We were undulating along the bed. We actually were rising and sinking, up and down, together. I started to fill her mouth, could feel my cum spilling out and into her, and I imagined how it ran down her checks and neck. An electric line was running down me, I literally could not see, just flashes of light, and let my arms just drop down as I felt myself empty into her. She started panting, and moving hard against me, with a series of short cries. I could feel her start to buck her hips into me. We just dropped in a tangled heap on the bed. It was all hair, sweat, saliva, cum, pussy juice, skin, heat. Our mess. No past no future. I had no idea where i was.

As we calmed ourselves and caught our breath, I was still just absently licking her - still had my nose down between her legs. I couldn't move. And she was jerking her puss away from my mouth. 

"Ahhh, too sensitive," she said. 

After a little minute, I shifted, rubbed up to her tummy and her breasts. I laid my head sideways on her belly and she held me with both her hands. 

" . . that was good." She said. 

"Un fuckin believable." I rejoined. 

"Everything but," She added. 

We lay silent awhile. Just breathing. And then I started to whisper up toward the ceiling without moving, "Now I am going to wake you back up. At the reverse count of Ten . . . " 

She was laughing and hitting me with an open hand. 

". . . Nine. Eight. " 

She just said, "You, out of here now!" She hit at me again, but missed. "You were very bad tonight! My God, look at us." 

I said "Good too. No?" 

"That too. But BAD." 

I placed the covers back over her, went up by her mouth, I kissed her lightly. She took her hands and placed them around my neck, and onto my cheeks, opened her mouth. Her mouth was cool as she kissed me. We held our faces together, rubbed each others hair and cheeks as we kissed, and kissed and kissed. 

"What am I going to do with you?" as she held my head back from hers and looked at me. She added, "You're one of my favorite people."

"Remember, you will remember nothing," I said as she swatted at me.

"I'll remember that," she said.