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After a visit to the jewelry store I headed home. I travel light so when I got home I was able to easily carry my bags up to the apartment. I put them down and opened the door, happy to be home. After my stop at the jewelry store, my bags weren't the only thing that were light and I was keenly aware of the need to get some income producing work out of the way.

The thing is, travel is very tiring, for me at least and the kind of work I do requires real enthusiasm and mental alertness, so work was out of question, at least for the rest of the day.

I wasn't making excuses. I was worn out from the flight and Sandra and her sister were expecting me later on in the evening; I decided to take a nap.

Before napping, I took a hot shower letting the warm water wash much of the weariness of travel from my body. I wrapped myself in a white terry robe and headed for my room.

On the way to the bedroom I gulped a couple of the "Ever-hard" capsules Gretta had found so offensive. After all, Sandy had warned me that performance would be an issue later tonight.

As I relaxed on my bed I allowed my mind to wonder back over one of the recent developments in Gretta and my relationship.

Now I know I've related the difficulty Gretta and I have had sticking to our word. As I tried to drift off to sleep I kept recalling our encounter the night before I left on this trip.

One of the most disturbing things about our relationship is most of the time Gretta acts like Sandy and I are a couple of sex fiends and she's as pure as the driven snow. I'm beginning to believe this is just an act. She manages to get a whole lot of teasing in herself... then she refuses to acknowledge that anything has even happened.

I'm beginning to wonder if much of the excitement our relationship sparks revolves around her teasing me and then leaving me to my own devices. I think she knows what she's doing...and enjoys it.

This brings me to the particular incident I found so troubling, which had taken place on the night before I left for this trip...

I had just finished packing and was sitting in the living room when Gretta came out, poured herself a drink and asked me if I still knew how to give a really good back rub.

"Sure, is your back hurting?"

"They don't know a thing about ergonomics at the office. Every muscle in my body aches, would it be a terrible imposition for you to do a back rub?"

"Glad to help sis, just lay down and I'll rub away."

"Would you mind leaving the room for a minute?"

"I guess not, why?"

"I really need you to rub every muscle and I need a second to get ready."

"OK" I said and went into my room and shut the door. When I returned, Gretta was lying face down on the floor entirely undressed with a pillow tucked under her pelvic area and a small bottle of oil sitting beside her. I was taken aback and said, "Haven't you forgotten your underpants?"

She looked up at me from the floor, an amused half smile on her face, "For heavens sake David, it's a butt, everyone has one. I hope you're not so alive to indecent suggestion that it makes you horny. I'm your sister, get a grip."

"You're right" I agreed and got down to work.

As I massaged, I had to agree that she did indeed need a back rub. Every muscle in her body was as tight as a drum. While there was no doubt in my mind that she was indeed in need of a back rub, I couldn't ignore the close call we had nearly consummated a couple of weeks before. I forced a brief flash of her standing in front of me rubbing her swollen and glistening cunt and offering to "let me watch" out of my mind. She had to be aware that this was arousing to me.

I worked my way down her back and then rubbed her arms, working my way all the way to her fingers. As I worked, I was glad I had taken the precaution of wearing my pajama bottoms. I didn't have a raging hard on or anything, but there was life there and it was growing more and more aware of our situation as the massage went on.

As I rubbed the small of her back Gretta asked, "Do you think I'm attractive David?"

"We've had this conversation before, you know I do."

"I know you've told me, but you're my brother, you have to be nice, I really want to know what you think."

I started rubbing her legs and said, "If you weren't my sister, I'd be trying to reach your pussy right now." Inside my pajama pants, the level of excitement jumped up a notch and my half-erect cock began to fill out coming to complete attention.

"Well, thanks for the complement and as much as my puss might need playing with, that's for others to do, not my brother. I can't help noticing you skipped massaging my ass however and I need rubbing there as bad as anywhere else. That's why I skipped the underpants, you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not sis" I said pouring oil on my shaking hands and sliding them over her perfect butt. I was glad that her face was pointed the other way because there was no hiding my obvious excitement at this point.

"It sounds like your love life isn't making the grade." I said as I smoothed the oil over her firm ass and moved down to her thighs.

"Unless you count giving some guy a blow job, having him come all over you and roll over and go to sleep good sex, I guess you're right" came the muffled reply.

"It must be frustrating."

"You have no idea."

As I worked my way down her long and perfect legs I noticed that she seemed to be thrusting her pelvis into the pillow she had tucked there. At this point any hope I had of gaining mastery over my erection vanished forever. Her muffled voice came to me as she said, "This feels so good, almost sensual, I don't know how I can thank you."

I had several ideas, which prudently I kept to myself.

"No thanks necessary sis, I'm always glad to do what I can."

"I know, sometimes I wish we weren't related."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Oh I don't know, this just feels really nice. If you weren't my brother I could flip over and have you do the other side."

Do I need to tell you how hard my cock was at this moment? Do I need to tell you what self-control it took not to reach under her pelvis which was now moving regularly against the pillow between her legs and touch her cunt?

Instead I got to my feet, having finished my massage and stood looking at her naked body lying on the floor glistening with the oil I had applied and turned toward my bedroom door. This effectively hid my raging erection from her as I thought about how badly I wanted to touch her all over. What I said was "I hope that helps relieve some of the tension at least, goodnight sis, I'm leaving so you can get up without me seeing anything."

"Thanks" her muffled reply came back.

I walked into my room and shut the door, but not all the way. I left a crack in the door, simply because I couldn't resist seeing her other side naked. Who could blame me?

I turned and put an eye to the crack in the door, expecting to see Gretta scramble to her feet, but she was still lying there. As I watched through the crack, she appeared to be lying motionless, but as I continued watching, I noticed that she was still thrusting against the pillow but with a lot more vigor than she had done when I was in the room.

I watched this for a minute or two, too astounded to reach down and stroke my rigid cock that was dripping inside of the tent it had made for itself. Before I could process the information my eyes were sending me Gretta shuddered was still for a moment then she scrambled to her feet, leaned down to grab the bottle of oil and left the room.

I caught just a flash of her magnificent body, the inflamed and hard tipped nipples and the blonde pussy, which I could see was slightly swollen and distended even from my location behind the door. Her door closed and I was left alone to deal with the situation as best I could.

I stood there for a minute ambivalent and tentative then letting my titillation direct my feet, I quietly stepped out of my room and moved across the hall to Gretta's closed door.

In the quiet of our darkened apartment behind my sisters door I could clearly hear a high pitched buzzing sound that couldn't be anything but a battery operated vibrator.

As I stood in the hall, my rigid erection making a ludicrous protrusion that stuck out in front of me like some sort of auxiliary limb, a third leg if you will, I was overwhelmed by a cascade of emotions.

First, of course was extreme desire and longing. The insistent buzzing coming from behind the door fueled this like gasoline being poured onto a roaring bonfire. This feeling alone was so strong it nearly sickened me causing my vision to swim as I pictured what was going on behind the door and imagining me reaching out and turning the knob.

Not far behind that was shame and guilt as I castigated myself for what clearly was a sick and perverted attraction.

Behind the door, the sound of the vibrator stopped and was replaced by a regular slapping sound that grew louder and faster as I listened. Suddenly I heard Gretta cry "Oh David!" I stood in stunned silence for a moment and then the steady sound of the vibrator resumed.

Reaching into my pajama bottoms I grasped my aching dick and began to slide my hand up and down its slippery length the obsequious sound of the vibrator mixing lewdly with the slippery sounds issuing from inside of my bottoms.

For a couple of minutes I reveled in my indecent behavior listening to the slick sound of my hand moving back and forth under the material. I briefly pulled my bottoms down and stood at her door stroking the shining length of my rigid erection openly, stopping to slap it back and forth causing droplets to spray on the door.

Behind the door the slapping sound had resumed but the vibrator was going as well. I was left to imagine what was happening a few feet away on the other side of that closed door. Then I heard Gretta cry out again, this time in inarticulate passion. I realized that I was a goner and was going to wind up shooting my cream into the carpet outside of my sister's door.

With trembling hands, I rapidly pulled the bottoms back up and grasped myself through the material feeling my cock begin to throb. I tried to stop myself from what I was about to do, but it was useless.

I don't know what I'd have done if she had opened the door right at that moment because I began to squirt hot cream right down the leg of my pajamas.

I remained poised there, unable to move; shuddering, gasping and soaking myself as I stood listening to the faint sounds of my sister whimpering through the closed door along with the steady sound of her vibrator.

These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I lie on my bed relaxing from my trip, feeling the first effects of the "Ever-Hard" capsules I had taken when I felt someone sit down on the side of the bed.

I opened my eyes.

Gretta was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. She had a glass of wine with her. She too had just exited the shower and hadn't really done too good of a job of drying off. Her cotton shirt clung to her revealing a little more than either of us should have been comfortable with.

I know she saw me staring at her breasts which the damp, clinging shirt revealed; I couldn't help it. She asked if I minded if she shut off the lamp as the light was bothering her eyes. We both knew the real reason, but I replied that I didn't mind, so she turned of the lamp and we sat in the darkness as she sipped her wine.

Gretta has been trying to develop her social life and for a while I listened as she talked about some of the guys at work and flirtation that had been going on with a particular guy. I in turn talked about some of the things Sandy and I have been doing. For a while the talk was of a general nature but Gretta started asking specific questions about us and I found myself describing my encounter with Susan.

As I relived our experience relating it to Gretta, I must admit, I started to become a little aroused. I figured it was no big deal as I was wearing a bulky robe and besides we were sitting in a pitch-black room.

Gretta was very interested in this incident and asked repeated questions about our experience. Her questions became uncomfortably explicit, but I continued to answer them.

Then Gretta started talking about her roommate in college. She described an experience she had one night when both the girls were in their room during a "dry spell" dating. She told me that she and her roommate had been so frustrated and horny they had masturbated together in front of a mirror. She went on to say that both girls had used each other as a "last resort" during the year. She concluded by saying she wished she knew someone who would help her get through her current dry spell.

I asked her if this was the same girl who she had watched having sex with a boyfriend and Gretta replied that it was.

She went on to say that while she hadn't done anything that night in front of them both, but later when they talked about the experience in the darkness of their room together, they had both started to become aroused.

"At the start it was just talking" Gretta said, "But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We'd start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we'd start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She'd be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a while and the other would lie in her bed and...well you get the picture."

I certainly did. By the time she finished talking I was lying in the dark with a very hard dick. I should have asked her to let me get to sleep, but I didn't. Instead I started telling her about the capsules I had just taken and admitting the idea of getting off with anyone was starting to sound pretty good.

We spent the next few minutes verbally flirting. I confessed that on my trip I had jacked off every day at least once or twice and I hadn't been this horny since adolescence.

In turn she admitted to me that her social life was a flop so far and suggested that I was not the only person in the room who was getting off alone. "The only difference between us" she said, "is that you'll be seeing Sandy later tonight and I'm on my own until I meet someone."

I reassured her that someone would come along. She acknowledged that she knew this was true, but in the mean time she felt starved for human touch. "That massage you gave me a week ago was the first time anyone else has touched me in about six months", she said.

I told her that I was glad to help by doing whatever I could and she said that she appreciated my efforts and then went on to say that she was so starved for attention that she had become quite aroused during the last massage.

I didn't quite know how to respond to this last statement and I was tempted to come back with a smart retort about "too much information". Instead I decided to tell her the truth and admitted that I had been quite aroused at the conclusion of the last massage and as a matter of had masturbated soaking the pajama bottoms I had been wearing. I didn't feel compelled to tell her that I had been standing at her door listening to her while my cream was running down my legs.

"Well David", she said quietly, "That relieves me of a big load of guilt, because I did the same thing."

"Masturbated?"

"Like a little slut, with battery operated toy no less. I spent the next few days ashamed to look you in the eye."

"Look Gretta, it's only natural. We're both kind of going through a dry spell and its not like we're really attracted to each other and in the end, we only did what we were going to do anyway."

Gretta sighed and said, "I didn't think of it that way. You're sure you're not offended?"

"Not at all, as a matter of fact, it's kind of cool."

"So the idea of a sexual massage doesn't bother you even if the only relief comes later alone in your room?"

"Better than jacking off looking at dirty books", I said. "After all, we're both adults and just because we became physically aroused doing it doesn't mean that we were going to do anything weird together. I think we've passed that test"

Gretta was quiet on her end of the couch for a moment and then she said that her back was bothering her again and asked if I would mind giving her another backrub. I told her that I wasn't sure if this was a good idea right now. I admitted our talk had aroused me and frankly, I was about to "take care of things" before going to sleep. Besides, I told her I wasn't wearing anything except the robe and I didn't feel like getting dressed or putting on pajamas.

What she said next disconcerted me more than anything she ever said to me did. She said that we were brother and sister and she agreed we should be intellectually mature enough to deal with physical arousal. In other words, she said, "I know you're hard and you know I'm hard up, so just be careful about where you rub."

"Gretta."

"Yes?"

"You know those capsules I took that...help me to uh...maintain a long lasting...uh...erection?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I took two of those about thirty minutes ago, I really don't think this is a good idea."

Gretta laughed, "That's even better, since you're chemically aroused, we can stop worrying about where your erection came from and just ignore it."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Gretta stood up and said that since neither of us could see the other, we might as well as be naked. I could hear her slipping her clothes off. She ran down the hall and returned in a moment with a bottle of massage oil from her room. She handed it to me and I heard her lie on the floor.

I slipped the robe off and dropped it on the bed and poured some oil on my palm.

I know now I should never have agreed to this. I had been trying to comfort her about her feelings after the last backrub, not lay the groundwork for a new one. What I had failed to share with her was how desperately aroused I had been and how close I had come to touching her inappropriately last time.

I was as hard as a rock and when I sat down on her behind so I could rub the oil on her back, my erect cock was touching her. We both pretended not to notice as I rubbed her back and shoulders and then moved down to her firm ass and long shapely legs.

As I rubbed her, she started to tell me more about her relationship with her college roommate.

"Finally, one night neither of us went to the bathroom, we just kept talking to each other until finally she asked me what I was doing and I admitted I was playing with myself and she admitted she was doing it too."

"For a couple of weeks I was hot all day just thinking about what we'd be talking about that night. One day I was feeling so nasty I decided to come back to our room during class to get a little relief and walked in on her...doing it to herself...she didn't stop...and I watched her; then I let her watch me."

She talked about how they would hold "fashion shows" for each other modeling clothing they had purchased and how the shows became a pretext for showing off and arousing each other. She explained how their relationship went form individual masturbation in the dark, to telling each other what to do while they did it. How they had moved to watching each other and finally to touching, kissing and getting each other off.

She talked about the conversations they would have while they were rubbing off. She said that her roommate had a collection of "stroke books" and told me that she would read to her roommate and watch while she rubbed off and then her roommate would read to her as she did the same. Sometimes, she said, they would take turns, coming together as they did. "Just knowing that someone was watching me, getting aroused along with me and then coming the same time I did made all the difference" she said as my fingers moved over her soft skin. Every once in a while, my cock would touch her and every time this happened, a shiver would run through my entire body.

I concluded the back rub and was preparing to get to my feet when she turned over and asked me to do the front of her legs and her shoulders. Now, at this point, I was quite firm when I told Gretta that I didn't think this was really a good idea. She just laughed and told me to get real. It was ridiculous for me to be so cautious. "If everyone acted on every physical impulse they felt", she said, "There'd be a whole lot more fucking going on". I had to agree, so with some misgivings, I got back down on my knees and prepared to continue the massage. I knew she was getting aroused and also that she was intentionally teasing me. I also knew that we had an unspoken agreement that it was all right that we were both excited, but we weren't going to act on our arousal.

I started on her shoulders, moving down her arms and finally to her fingers then back up again. I hesitantly moved my hands across the top of her chest just feeling the swell of the tops of her small breasts as I did.

I moved my hands down her sides, carefully avoiding the sides of her breasts, feeling her breathe as I did this. As I moved my hands over her taunt tummy, she said, "David, I'm going to have you do something that might sound weird."

I asked her what that was and she replied that she knew I was pretty hard and she appreciated my discipline and self control, but she felt like we were in an unequal situation.

I asked her how she figured that and she said that she could feel my erection from time to time as I massaged her and realized I had no real way to hide it. She went on to say that our situation was mutual and she was also very aroused. It wasn't fair to me that I had to totally avoid her erogenous areas while she could feel the physical arousal I was experiencing and maybe enjoy the effect our touching was having on me just a little.

"OK", I said, "What is this weird thing you want me to do?" I asked.

"You can rub oil on my breasts too" she said

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. She replied that it was only fair, but cautioned me not to linger there. "Let's not tempt fate" were her exact words.

I poured more oil into my hands and began working my way up over the bottoms of her firm little globes. When my hands passed over her nipples, I realized what she had been talking about. They were distended nearly an inch and very rigid. I felt her entire body stiffen as I touched her there and couldn't help but linger a bit gently squeezing her before moving on to the tops of her breasts and finally her neck and finally her face.

I then moved back to her abdomen moving lower and lower, skirting her mound when I started to feel her fine pubic hairs. I knew that I should move down to her legs and conclude this but before I did, I rubbed a little more oil around her pussy, being careful to avoid touching inside. I could feel the heat that radiated from this place as well as quite a bit of lubrication surrounding her cunt. I noticed that she made no protest as I continued to touch this very intimate area, but I didn't want to take it any further so I moved down to her legs.

By this time, my cock was so hard it hurt and every time it bounced a stream of fluid would drip from it. I know she felt it because I was dripping on her as I rubbed her legs.

I might as well admit that I was intentionally bouncing myself because it felt so good. The knowledge that she was aware of my arousal just helped to intensify it. As I got to her thighs, I felt her spread her legs slightly so I started to rub her inner thighs, all the time bouncing my painfully erect dick.

Out of the darkness, she asked me if I had ever done anything like she had with her college roommate.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, getting off with a guy or reading dirty books together."

I told her that I had experienced many sexual situations with both sexes but had never read dirty books with another guy. I admitted that I had my own collection of books and magazines that Sandy and I occasionally read together but admitted while I was out of town I had been reduced to reading them alone.

She didn't say anything for a moment and then she whispered that considering her situation maybe she should make use of this kind of reading material and asked me if she could borrow one or two when I finished the massage. Of course I said she could.

As I rubbed the soft skin of her inner thighs, I continued bouncing my cock a little harder when I felt it make contact with something. In a split second I realized that in the dark she had placed her hand, palm up under my cock so she could catch the fluid that now dripped in an uninterrupted stream.

The shock of excitement that coursed through my body was indescribable, but I didn't let on that I had noticed. I intentionally brushed near to her warm pussy and as I did she ground her pelvis against my hand hard enough to part her lips.

She was soaking wet and in the instant she made contact with the side of my hand, she slid herself against it, shuddered and took a ragged breath. I jerked my hand away and resumed lightly rubbing oil on her inner thighs.

A moment later it happened again. This time I didn't move my hand as she pressed herself against it, sliding back and forth coating the side of my hand with her slippery juices. At the same time, I felt her warm palm lightly touching the underside of my aching cock. She slid her palm up and down the underside slowly as she continued sliding her slippery cunt against my hand..

I don't know how long she had been holding her open palm under my dripping cock. It must have been there for some time because her hand was filled with the slippery fluid that had been issuing from my aching boner. Her hand made an obscenely wet sound as she slid it back and forth. I could hear the sound of her sodden cunt as she it rubbed against my hand.

I found her rigid little clit and began to tease it, making little circles. She said nothing as she trembled and took in a ragged, sobbing breath, letting it slowly out as we both listened to the sound or our labored breathing and our hands touching each other in the darkness.

We continued doing this to each other, for maybe a minute or two, growing more and more aroused. I took a labored breath and said, "Gretta, this is crazy."

In the darkness, I heard her reply, "I know, we'd better cool it." Her hand, however, kept on moving against my cock and I continued flicking her hardened little nub. I felt my cock begin to thicken and throb, preparing to spasm into her soft hand. I heard her saying in a high and unsteady voice that if we didn't stop right now she was going to embarrass herself badly. "Really David, I mean it. Please stop this is getting too intense."

I don't know how we managed it, but we stopped. For a moment we were motionless and I could feel her palm flat against the underside of my inflamed and aching dick. My hand remained on her swollen drenched cunt and I actually felt her little clit throb once or twice but resisted the urge to flick it one more time to send her over the edge. I heard the raw panic in her voice as she said, "Please, no more touching." And then in an unsteady whisper, "At least not right now."

I withdrew my hand and stood up and Gretta scrambled to her feet as well. As I turned to leave, I felt her hand on my arm. "Don't leave yet." In a diminutive voice she said. "I think we'd better talk".

"OK", I said, sitting down on the bed, pulling my robe over my aching erection. I felt her sit down at the end.

She said, "I'm sorry for touching you like that, it was inappropriate. I hope you can forgive me." I told her that it was an understandable thing to do with both of us sort of high and dry as it were and asked her forgiveness as well."

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "I really didn't mind you touching me just now, but I'm glad we stopped." Underneath the robe my still dripping cock released another stream which dripped down the shaft and pooled in my pubic hair.

"I really didn't mind you touching me either."

"David",

"Yes?"

"Can we kind of keep this little incident to ourselves?"

"Who did you think I was going to tell, our parents?"

"Well, I know that you and Sandy talk about stuff a lot and I'd appreciate if you kind of kept this under your hat. I don't think I could face her if she knew".

"If that's what you want, I'll respect that. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened."

"Thank you brother, it'll be a whole lot easier to face you in the future if we both just kind of put this out of our memories".

I thought for a moment and said "I think I can develop a pretty good case of amnesia"

"Thank you brother, that really puts my mind at rest."

A long silence and then she said, "I kind of wish you'd have kept on."

"Touching you?"

"Yes, it felt so nice and now I'm worse off than I was before the whole thing started."

You're not alone," I said ruefully.

"Hard huh?"

"You have no idea."

"I think I just might. My cunt is on fire. I know it's wrong, but it's been so long since anyone has touched me.... Except for a quickie blow-job...I've touched my own pussy...so much...too much...I want someone else to do it with me for a change...anyone else.

"We still can"

"I know, but I don't think we should.... at least not touch each other...no matter how much we want to it would be...wrong."

Under the robe, my hand grasped my hard dick and gingerly touched the dripping head. "I've got to admit I'm still very aroused," I said,

"Me too, but we shouldn't be touching each other like we were. Is your cock as hard as it was when I touched you?"

"Yes, is your pussy still as slippery as it was?

"I'll let you decide, listen and tell me what you think." In the darkness I heard a wet slippery sound that was clearly the sound her fingers were making as she teased her clit.

"Maybe we could just touch ourselves."

"David, I already am."

I could hear the slippery little sounds she made as she teased her clit. Pushing the bulky robe off my rigid cock I felt the cool air rush over it's surface and shuddered as I heard Gretta unconcernedly and openly touching herself at the other end of the bed.

I began to rub my engorged cock in time to the barely discernible sounds she made sitting on her end of the bed and said, "I can hear you playing with your cunt right now"

"Yes, I am, I can't seem to help myself, I hope you don't think I'm a slut." The sound of her masturbation increased in tempo and I matched her, jacking my cock faster. "I wish you could see me sitting here with my legs spread totally naked just rubbing my cunt like some kind of nasty girl who'll let her own brother watch her masturbate.

"Now you've got me doing it too, I don't think you're a slut just because you can't help rubbing your pussy. Even if you are my sister listening to you and thinking about what you're doing is making me just as crazy I can't seem to stop jacking off either."

"I know, I can hear you. I'm glad you're doing it with me, jacking your cock while I rub my cunt, I feel so nasty!"

"Like you did with your roommate in school?"

Gretta gasped "Once we let her boyfriend watch us."

"What did he do?"

"Just sat there for a while and watched. Pretty soon his dick was sticking up in his pants and, this was so sweet, he asked her if he could do it with us."

"Did she let him?"

"Not right away, she said he had to just watch so he sat there and squeezed himself through his pants. Pretty soon he was trying to jack off but he couldn't really manage it with his pants on."

"What happened then?"

"He started asking again, this time he was really desperate, but she still wouldn't let him. She stood up in front of him and started rubbing her pussy really fast and asking him how bad he wanted to touch his dick."

"He must have been begging by this time" I said moving my hand rapidly up and down the slippery length of my aching cock as I listened to Gretta briskly rubbing her slippery cunt.

"Oh he was" Gretta said in an unsteady voice laced with agitation as she openly masturbated herself and listened to me doing the same.

"Did she let him do it?"

"First she made herself cream in front of him and then told me I should do it with her and then he lost control."

"What did he do?"

He pulled his pants down and started jacking off while he watched me doing it."

"What did she do?"

Gretta moaned and said, "If I tell you this part, I'm going to cream myself right here, I always come when I get to this part...I don't think we should come...in front of each other"

"So stop playing with your cunt and tell me what happened."

"Ok, Ok, I'm stopping." I heard her take a ragged breath, "Ok, anyway, she went over to him and made him stop jacking off, but I just kept on doing it until I climaxed right in front of him. She was standing behind him and while I was doing it, you know coming, she reached around and stroked him once or twice and he was shooting cream all over me while I finished myself."

"There was a moments silence broken only by the sound of my hand moving up and down my slippery shaft.

Gretta said, "That's not fair, you're still doing it."

"I can't seem to help myself, I'm thinking about you standing in front of her boyfriend" I said, now masturbating unreservedly, my hand moving up and down a shaft that was slick with pre-come, "and what it'd be like to touch you...to squirt all over you right now."

"Me too, if we could, I'd have you touch my nipples while I get my cunt off. Her tempo increased significantly and I matched her.

"But what if I started squirting all over you when you started creaming?"

"Where would you shoot?"

"On your legs, your breasts.... your nipples."

"Would you squirt hot cream all over my face and neck?"

"Is that what her boyfriend did?"

"Oh yes, all over my face."

"I'd drench you all over, especially your face. Maybe I'd do it in your mouth and then watch you cream your pussy while I did".

"Oh David, that's so hot." The tempo of her rubbing had increased to the point that I knew her hand would just be a blur over her cunt. My own speed was rapidly approaching hers.

"Do you want me to play with your nipples while you cream?" I gasped.

"Oh yes David, anything you want, I'm going to put a finger in now." I heard the sound of her finger moving in and out as she cried, "Can you hear how wet I am? Please touch me just a little so I can come in front of you"

I got to my feet and started to walk over to her when the telephone rang. I glanced at the glowing phone and the caller ID told me that this was an important call. I picked it up.

"Hello?".

"Hello yourself."

"Oh hi Sandy,"

"Are you Ok? It sounds like you're out of breath."

"No, nothings wrong, you caught me, uh working out." I heard a giggle from Gretta as I continued.

"You wouldn't by any chance be working your cock out would you?"

"Um...you must be psychic."

"I must be, is Gretta around?"

"Just a minute, I'll...uh, get her."

I put my hand over the receiver, "It's Sandy, she wants to talk to you."

"Me?" I heard Gretta's panicked whisper as I handed the phone to her..

"Hello? Oh nothing much, we were just uh...talking."

"So much for keeping secrets" I thought to myself

I heard a giggle from Gretta.

"Well maybe before I walked in, you really have a dirty mind, has anyone ever told you that?"

Another giggle from Gretta and then, "Why I'd love to, thank you very much, I'll plan on it."

"Goodbye then." She handed me the phone back to me, "She wants to talk to you."

"Uh...yes?"

"She thinks she pulled the wool over my eyes, but we both know better don't we?"

"Uh yeah, I guess we do."

"It's making me feel pretty damn salacious just thinking about what you two are working yourselves up to over there. I'll expect a full report later with plenty of specifics but in the mean time, save some for later tonight sport; after all, it's our anniversary and I've got some plans of my own, get it?"

"Yes Bass, I get it" I said lapsing into a deep Creole accent.

"That's the way I like, I like, I like it uh huh, uh huh."

"Glad to please."

"And David?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, see you tonight."

As I talked, sanity returned. When I put the receiver down I heard Gretta's voice from out of the darkness, "Saved by the bell." She sounded relieved. I know I was.

Our excitement hung in the air like an invisible mist you could cut with a knife.

"Maybe you're right. I think I'm going to kick you out and finish what we started like a decent brother. I'm really sorry Gretta, I'm afraid I let things get badly out of hand."

Gretta was silent for a moment and then she said, "If anyone should apologize it ought to be me."

"Nonsense, lets not start blaming ourselves, this is a perfectly natural situation for two people our age to find themselves in."

"If you say so" She sounded uncertain.

"I do say so and now I think I've got some reading to do." I leaned over and switched on my bedside lamp.

"Uh, David."

I paused and looked over at Gretta sitting on the end of my bed. Gretta had pulled her T-shirt on, but it utterly failed to conceal her swollen pussy and only accentuated her stiff and distended nipples. Her inner thighs were wet and shiny and as I stared more fluid ran down one.

"Do you think I could borrow one or two of those magazines you're planning on reading?"

I had slipped of my back robe on but the sash had gotten kicked under the bed somehow.. Without the sash it hung open leaving my rigid cock entirely exposed. At this point I was really beyond minding. I saw her drop her gaze until she openly stared at my aching boner. At the same time I was looking at her red and inflamed cunt. Her hard clit clearly was visible and as I reached into the drawer she tried to pull the shirt over her exposed pussy. Her efforts were useless and I felt that they were pretty halfhearted as well.

In my mind I imagined my beautiful sister lying in her bed fifteen feet away flipping through one of my very nasty books madly rubbing her drenched pussy and I said, "What kind of stories do you like?"

"I don't really know, my roommate had all kinds, what kind have you got?"

I slipped my robe on. As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out."

"Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?"

"I think so, do you like those kind of stories?"

"Yes, very much."

"Have you ever done anything like that?"

"No, but I've imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing."

"Sandy and I have talked about trying something like that."

"Oh David, that sounds so hot, I can just imagine you telling her what to do."

"Maybe I'll tell you about it after we try it."

"I know I shouldn't be thinking about you and her like that, but today I can't seem to get my mind off this kind of stuff. I feel like I'm going crazy or something"

Needless to say, this conversation was doing little to strengthen my resolve to put an end to this incident. "Well, lets see what I can dig up."

Gretta followed me to my closet silently. I opened the door and flipped on the light. I pulled out a pile of magazines off the shelf and sitting down on the chair put them on my desk and said, "Take a look."

When she bent over to flip through the magazines, I could easily look down the shirt she was wearing. She glanced up at me and saw me staring at her firm little breasts and went back to turning the pages without comment.

As she flipped the pages she said, "It won't bother you that I'm reading these?"

"Does it bother you that I'm looking at your breasts?"

She reddened and then she said, "No, it excites me."

"To be honest, it won't bother me that you're reading them, but it's going to be pretty hard not to think about what you're going to be doing while you read them."

"Will thinking about it excite you?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good" she said, "because knowing that you're over here thinking about what I'm doing and doing the same thing excites me more than I can say."

She stood up and said, "Would you like to see my breasts without the shirt?" When I didn't reply, she pulled it up exposing her hard nipples then pinched one lightly, shivering as she did so. At the same time she slapped lightly at her swollen mound and said, "I'll be thinking of you."

I slapped my cock, spraying droplets onto Gretta's legs and smiled saying, "I'll be thinking about you too, now get out of here before we wind up fucking like a couple of a****ls."

Pulling the shirt back into place, she grinned back and scooped up three of the magazines.

"Thank you David."

As she turned to leave, she grasped my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said, "And David, thank you for being strong for both of us." Then she gave me a kiss.

I know she intended it to be a sisterly peck, but as soon as our lips touched, my mouth opened a little and her soft tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss became passionate. We both broke the kiss at the same time and stepped back from each other.

Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled her breathing was ragged and of course I've already written how excited and aroused we both were even before the kiss. I can only imagine what I looked like.

Lowering her gaze from me, she again stared at my aching cock and said, "If you want, you can come in my room and watch."

"Gretta, I'd better not."

"OK, I guess I'll see you later and David, please don't forget our agreement"

"None of this ever happened," I said, already regretting my decision to remain in my room.

"Remember, amnesia" she said.

"I've already forgotten," I said, taking a last look at her swollen and distended pussy as she turned to leave.

A moment later, the door shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don't really think I need to describe what they were. My stroke books were pretty useless considering what I knew to be taking place in the room across the hall.

I turned out the lights and lay down to finish myself and drift off to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I imagined Gretta next door, leafing through our books and rubbing her pussy. I know she would be thinking about what I was doing and wishing I was there to cream with her, to spew sperm on her. I imagined this happening and started to stroke my sore and aching cock. I thought I heard a muffled cry, but the soundproofing is pretty good. I'm sure that it was just my imagination.

"Maybe she's doing what I did last time and listening outside my door." I thought to myself, shivering as I did so.

It wouldn't take much to send me over. I caressed myself once or twice and stopped, intending to make this moment last a little longer. I removed my hands from my aching cock and lay there feeling the lust course through me. From the hall I heard a muffled cry. She was standing outside my closed door diddling her swollen and distended cunt; I just knew it.

That was nearly all it took. Unable to control myself I cried out Gretta's name and prepared to let nature take it's course. I felt my rigid member stiffen and contract and stiffen again. I stood on the edge of orgasm, breathlessly waiting for the final spasm and then I began to subside a little.

I continued torturing myself like this for the next few minutes, bringing myself to the brink and then backing off. I heard Gretta cry out once or twice and each time nearly ended it for me. There was no doubt, she was doing it in the hallway.

Finally, I took my final approach and just as I passed the point of no return, there was a gentle knock and the door opened. Gretta stood framed in the dim light from the hall, still wearing that little T-shirt but naked from the waist down. At least I think she was naked. All I could really see of her was her silhouette. There is no doubt in my mind that she was able to see me. The light from the hall provided more than enough illumination.

Shamed and embarrassed, I cried, "Gretta, no!." It was far too late for me to stop. The mortification and disgrace I felt struggled with my excitement as my cock contracted as if it had a mind of its own. Even as I struggled to bring myself under control my cream began to rain down on me. I felt a warm splash against my cheek and another on my neck. I was helpless, unable to stop my unconcerned cock from squirting high into the air as my sister stood in the doorway watching. I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure course through my body, utterly ashamed of the fact that Gretta was watching me do this.

Suddenly heard a movement next to my bed. There was a rapid sloshing sound accompanied by a low sobbing moan and I felt a splash of warm liquid pouring over my face and neck. I opened my eyes just in time to see Gretta standing next to the bed. She had placed one foot on the bed and had one remaining on the floor. At some point between the time I saw her standing in the door and now, she had removed the shirt she was wearing. Her nipples stood out stiff and rigid and her breasts looked like they had grown a couple of sizes.

My eyes widened as she reached out to try to catch the sperm that rained down from my convulsing dick that continued to spray my cream into the air.

Her hand moved rapidly in and out of her cunt and I could see she had inserted at least three fingers into herself as she shuddered and whimpered, "Me too, I've got to do it too, don't leave me all alone, I've got to-"

She stiffened and a stream of warm liquid arched from her cunt and began to splash against my cock, which was still shooting diminishing jets of cream into the air. For a few seconds I could feel my own sperm showering my body and at the same time Gretta's warm stream pouring over me as well. I stiffened and shuddered with renewed passion. My cock grew absolutely rigid and gave one enormous final spasm. I cried Gretta's name as a huge stream of hot cream arched high into the air landing on Gretta's face, neck and breasts with an audible splashing slap.

Her eyes widened, then she whispered, "You're doing it on me." One hand moved over her breasts smearing my seed as she reached up and pinched a rigid nipple, whimpering as she did so. Her other hand continued to piston in and out of her pussy, the sloshing became much wetter. She sobbed, "Now I'm doing it on you, watch me now, ah yes, feels so nice with you watching me do it for you, on you -- here I go" another stream of liquid cascaded onto my chest. It grew in strength and splashed against my neck. Warm droplets sprayed on my face and cheeks as she groaned, ""David, I'm sorry, but when I saw you doing it. She shuddered and continued - I couldn't help it – I just want to – Let you see me do it too – like I'm doing – right now. Oh here I go again" This time, the liquid splashed against her hand spattering and raining between her legs, running in rivulets down her thighs.

We were both motionless for a few moments, feeling our orgasms subside and the warm afterglow creep through our trembling limbs. Gretta collapsed into a heap on the floor sobbing bitterly.

Without thinking, I pulled her up into the bed and held her as her body was wracked with sobs. "There, there" I said as I pulled her closer, our naked flesh coming into contact, really for the first time. I realized as I held her that we were both coated with our sexual juices and the result of our nearly mutual climax. Our skin slid against each other, lubricated by a generous measure of the warm liquid we had just sprayed on each other.

Through her tears she choked, "You must think I'm a real slut now"

I whispered in her ear, "Never, I'd never think that about you, I love you." Her sobbing intensified, "But not like a sister." I softly reassured her, Yes, I still love you like a sister, we just got carried away, it could have happened to anyone."

"But it happened to us" she sobbed

"That's OK I whispered, pulling her into bed and wrapping my arms around her "we can pretend like it never happened."

She let me cuddle up to her and as her tears subsided I heard her whisper, "Just hold me for a while David." In a moment, we were both sound asleep folded together like a pair of spoons wrapped in my blanket.

I woke up an hour or two later from an incredibly erotic dream. For a minute or two I was half in the dream and half awake, trying to return to the dream, anxious to finish it and yet aware that it was fading away into the mist of my subconscious.

It was one of those incredibly detailed dreams that remain imprinted on the memory long after a return to the waking world. I had been dreaming I was tied to a chair watching Sandra and Gretta masturbate together in front of a mirror. We were in a darkened room lit by many candles and filled with the scent of incense. Despite the fact that I couldn't touch myself and neither Sandy or Gretta was touching me, for some mysterious reason I was very close to orgasm. I don't think either girl was even aware of my presence. Their backs were to me, but I could see them both reflected in the mirror. Gretta was wearing a blindfold. Now and then Sandy would lean over and whisper something in her ear. When she did this, Gretta would do something to herself. Once she slapped her pussy – hard, followed by a light spanking that went on until Sandy leaned over and whispered that she should stop. After another whispered command, she pinched a nipple, shuddering as she did so. Another whisper and she stopped touching herself entirely, standing motionless listening to the sound Sandy's fingers made as she rubbed her cunt feverishly telling Gretta that she was approaching orgasm and then asking her if she should go ahead and cream. Gretta shook her head violently but wordlessly and Sandy stopped, turning to a small table that sat next to the mirror.

Sandy picked up a pair of handcuffs and said, "I've stopped, but I don't trust you. You might make yourself come without permission. Again the wordless shake of her head, but she slipped the cuffs onto Gretta's thin wrists anyway fastening her hands behind her back.

My quivering cock stuck straight out and leaked a steady stream of pre come into a puddle that had been accumulating on the seat of the chair as I watched them both. I knew that pretty soon I my sperm would be spattering on the floor as they continued this erotic game mindless my reaction.

I tried to speak, but no words would come. I realized that I did not possess the power of speech.

They both returned to the mirror and Sandy began caressing Gretta whispering in her ear. She stood behind Gretta as her hands moved over her body, pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts. It was a minute or two before I realized that despite the handcuffs Gretta was able to touch Sandy's pussy when she was standing close behind her. Sandy was standing on tiptoe to allow her this access, constantly repositioning herself so Gretta could continue to touch her.

For the first time, I allowed my eyes to wander around the room and became aware that we three weren't the only people there. In the shadows, situated not to far from me were a couple, a man and a woman. Like me, they were restrained in chairs. The woman was young, but not as young as Gretta, or Sandy. She had large brown eyes and sandy blonde brown hair. Her skin was very fair and I judged her to be a medium sized girl, perhaps five foot five or six inches tall. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized man's white shirt buttoned up except for the top two or three buttons and nothing else Although she was wearing a shirt, her breasts seemed to be large and heavy, but firm enough not to sag badly when she wasn't wearing a bra. Obviously this was one of those times. Her face was flushed and it was clear she had been watching both the girls as long as I had with a similar reaction.

Even though the shirt was unmistakably one or two sizes larger than she was I could clearly see her distended nipples as they poked at the fabric. The shirt was snug across her breasts. As I watched her I could see that she was moving herself in an effort to create friction between the shirt and her very stiff nipples. Her shapely legs were spread as she ground her pelvis helplessly against the smooth seat of the chair. Even from where I sat I could see that it wasn't doing much good. I could hear the squishing sound she was making in her fruitless effort to achieve some sort of gratification. Because of our relative positioning, I couldn't see her pussy even though the shirt had ridden up far enough for me to know that it was exposed.

She seemed to notice me at the same time I noticed her, at first blushing deeply and then flashing me such a look of helpless excitement and passion that my cock jumped an inch or two. She looked at my cock with such impotent hunger that I nearly came right then. I bounced my rigid cock once or twice and it throbbed, slowly discharging a long string of sticky fluid that hung between the tip of my cock and the puddle in the chair a long time. Eventually it parted expanding the growing puddle so it began to drip off the seat of the chair and onto the floor.

When I looked back at her, she had thrust her pelvis up out of the chair so I could just see the mound of her pussy over the tops of her hands which were restrained to the arms of the wooden chair.. As she returned to a sitting position, the look on her face told me that she had wanted me to see her exposed in this intimate manner.

Her husband or boyfriend was a little taller than she was with dark brown hair that fell in a shock across his face. His broad shoulders and well-developed muscles said either construction worker or weight lifter to me. He wore a blindfold and jockey shorts. The shorts were distended to a ridiculous proportion by the erection they contained. He had reached this state of excitement simply by listening to the sounds Sandy and Gretta were making in the sweetly scented room. He also was fruitlessly thrusting his erection against the tight fabric with about the same fulfillment his wife was getting trying to sc**** her nipples against the taunt cotton of her oversized shirt.

I looked at her again and caught her eye. We exchanged frustrated and horny looks. I began bouncing my erection until the drops flying from the tip were spattering the floor in front of my chair and were s**ttered over my legs chest neck and chin. She responded by raising her pelvis again, this time a little higher. She was trying to give me a better view and she succeeded. Even in the shadow I could see the lubrication shining on her pubic mound and coating the tops of her thighs. After a moment she lowered herself back into the chair and we both resumed watching Sandy and Gretta.

Sandy was no longer in back of Gretta. She had taken her by the arm and was leading her toward the couple. When she reached them, she gently directed Gretta until she stood in front of the man. A whispered command in her ear and she steeped forward until her legs hit his knees. She stopped and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.

Stepping to the side of his chair, Sandy tugged his jockey shorts down until his cock bounced free. Then she pulled them out of the way and placing her hand on the back of Gretta's head began to guide her toward his cock, now standing free.

There was a flurry of motion next to me and I could see that the girl with the brown hair and large breasts was shaking her head violently.

Sandy stepped in front of her a slight sardonic smile on her face. "Don't like the idea of Gretta here sucking your husbands dick?"

The woman shook her head negatively, hair flying.

"I'll bet you'd rather be doing that, maybe even make Gretta watch instead?"

The woman was nodding

Sandy stood there a moment as if considering her wished and then smiling sardonically she muttered half to herself, "Too bad for you that you're not in charge."

Sandra walked behind the other man's chair and tipping it back so the two front legs were off the floor, she slowly dragged him around so he was sitting in front of the woman and I. The chair left scratches on the shining hardwood floor and his erect cock bounced as she maneuvered him into place. A fine sheen of sweat stood out on her taunt muscles and her firm breasts bounced as she lowered the legs of his chair back to the ground. Sandy then went around to the woman's chair and simply pushed it the five or six feet that had been separating us until we were sitting side by side. We were so close our arms were touching and I could feel the heat of her body through the sleeves of the thin white cotton shirt. Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons.

"I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn't that right?"

The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking.

"As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!"

I looked at her closely for the first time. Her face wore an expression of unknowable sorrow and heartbreak. At the same time she was flushed and her lips were reddened and slightly swollen. Her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged I saw that her attention was divided between her husband who sat in front of us, erection sticking straight up and my own raging cock, now nearly close enough for her to touch.

Sandy had finished unbuttoning her shirt and her breasts were exposed for the first time. The nipples were very dark and hard and her areola was swollen as well. Glancing down, I was able to see her cunt for the first time and despite the heavy brown pubic hair that covered it I could see her labia, bright red and swollen, slick and shiny with anticipation and lubrication that continued to flow even as I watched.

Wordlessly Sandy reached down and slipped her finger over her oozing pussy and just grazed the edge of her labia. The woman's reaction was immediate. She promptly spread her legs so wide, I could feel her knees touching mine and thrust her pelvis toward the teasing fingers. Sandy removed her hand swiftly almost before the pathetically aroused woman had a chance to feel it.

"See what I mean, why he should be expected to be faithful to a slut like you escapes me."

Sandy stepped over to where Gretta still knelt on the floor and had her move, remaining on her knees, in front of the guy's new location she bent over and whispered in Gretta's ear again and my sister leaned down and began to kiss his hard cock. It bounced around as Gretta kissed up and down its length. Beside me, I felt the woman stiffen.

She was shaking and looking over I watched a single tear run down her cheek and then another; she was crying. Some of the impact of her pain was lost on me because even as she wept silently, she continued to slide herself against the smooth wooden surface of her chair, making wet, sticky sounds as she did. Sandra stood next to her watching the entire scene and lightly slapping her swollen cunt as we both continued to squirm in our respective seats.

In front of us Gretta had progressed to the next stage of my neighbors torture and had slipped her lips over the head of the cock before her and was working herself up and down, taking in a little more each time she slid her lips over his swollen shaft. Gretta's nipples were erect and swollen, pulled into even greater prominence by her hands being cuffed behind her back. As I watched, a single drop of her sweet lubrication feel from between her legs and lay glistening on the shining hardwood floor. Another followed, landing with an almost imperceptible dripping sound, doubling the size of the glistening pool.

Almost against my will, I started to bounce my cock again, aware of my neighbors conflict and pain, but I couldn't help myself. I listened to the sounds Gretta was making, now swallowing nearly three fourths of his stiff cock. I could see the beads of perspiration form on his cheeks and chest as he struggled to stave off orgasm and final evidence of his base a****l nature. Standing next to him and rubbing her pussy, Sandy continued to survey all of us as we squirmed in unavailing passion and impotent desire.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand take mine. It took me a second to realize that my neighbor had just enough freedom of movement to be able to do this. In a strange way it was this single gesture that made this dream so erotic, so memorable I can recount it here, nearly word for word.

We sat there, holding hands, this strange woman with tears running down her face as Gretta slid her lips up and down her husband's erect shaft. As her head moved up and down her cunt drooled a steady stream of fluid onto the puddle that was growing between her legs. Every once in a while I would hear a drop fall from the puddle in the seat of my own chair. This sound was punctuated by the slippery sounds my neighbor made as she slid her own swollen cunt against the cool smooth surface of her chair in a fruitless and pathetic effort to obtain some sort of gratification from that unsympathetic surface.

Sandy leaned over and spoke into his ear in a conversational tone. "Your wife is watching you right now my fine fellow and I hate to say it, but your performance is pretty disappointing. She's crying. If you let yourself come, she's liable to think you really don't love her that much after all."

His face contorted under the blindfold and he tried to pull back form the hungry mouth that slid up and down his swollen manhood without mercy.

Stepping over to my neighbor, Sandy spoke in an offhand manner over her shoulder, "But frankly, if you could see how aroused she is, I think you'd be a little dissatisfied with her restraint also."

Lightly slapping my neighbors swollen cunt, you said, "Isn't that right my dear, you'd let someone make you cream right now wouldn't you?"

My neighbor didn't reply. As tears continued to course down her cheeks, she spread her legs and allowed you to continue to lightly spank her aching and swollen pussy.

Her husband was gro