The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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We're here, Kira.
It was the first time I'd heard Jackie's voice while watching someone else's experiences.
Kira was seated on the edge of Dex's bed, my son hunched over with his back against the wall at the top of the mattress, his hands held over his crotch. I couldn't help imagining that the opening in his boxers might have otherwise shown his genitals. My daughter watched him quietly, then said, "okay ... they're watching, Dex. So ... can we talk?"
He shrugged.
"I'm sorry you had to find out like this ... you know I always loved playing games with you ... I always looked forward to getting my panties back..."
Dex managed a small smile, but didn't respond.
"And I'm sorry I've ... seen your private moments. Really, I'm sorry..."
"Did you see everything, too?" Dex said quietly.
"Some. I saw you with my panties ... and with Mom's. And ... with Donnie..." I hadn't known that Jackie had showed those moments to my daughter as well as me.
Dex shook his head. "Dammit ... Dammit ... No one was supposed to see that ... No one ... I didn't want anyone to know..."
"I'm sorry, Dex. But ... can I be honest?" Kira asked.
"Might as well..." Dexter responded.
"It was really hot."
"What was?"
"You and Donnie ... like ... I'm jealous of him..."
"Jealous?" Dexter said, finally meeting Kira's eyes, "why?"
"Cause he got to, you know ... suck you off."
"Oh," Dexter blushed. "Yeah, well ... I'm not gay or anything."
"I don't really care," Kira replied. "You looked like you enjoyed it, even if you were thinking of Mom ... and ... you were good at getting him off, too ... Donnie really blew his load quick..."
Dexter blushed deeper, "yeah, well," he repeated, "that's all we did ... just cause we both wanted to ... you know..."
"Be with Mom. I know ... I did, too ... I just ... never had someone like Donnie to play with me like that. So I'm jealous about that, too. You had a friend who would let you get off like that ... I just had to ... you know ... do it myself..."
Dexter smiled at Kira. "You could have asked me ... I'd have helped..."
Kira grinned. "Yeah ... I know that now ... I think ... maybe we've got permission, you know ... when we're ready."
"I'd like that ... a lot..."
"Here," Kira said, easing herself from the edge of the bed and reaching under her nightshirt, "I wore these last night and put them on after I ... played ... this morning." She pulled off a pair of red and orange panties and held them out.
Dexter eyed her just a second before taking them and pressing them to his nose. "Oh, God ... oh, yes..." His hands had left his crotch, and I could see my son's boner pressing out his boxers, threatening to slip through the opening in the front.
Maybe you and your brother might enjoy a moment together. I'd like to help.
Kira nodded, then said, "Jackie wants us to share something ... will you let her?"
Dexter paused inhaling his sister's aroma from the underwear and said, "is Mom still watching us?"
She is.
"Yes," Kira confirmed, "would you prefer she didn't?"
He thought about it a moment, "no ... no, she can watch. What ... what is Jackie going to do?"
"I don't know," Kira responded.
Tell him to lay back on the bed, and you get beside him, Kira.
Kira passed on the instructions and Dexter slid to one side, his head on a pillow. Kira grinned and moved to lay on her back next to him. They waited a moment.
I didn't see anything happening at first, but soon Kira's eyes closed and I could see her hips starting to writhe as her nightshirt was pushed up by unseen hands. Her legs spread wide, touching my son's, her hairy young pussy wet between.
Dexter's penis slipped through the opening in his boxers and he groaned, his eyes fixed to where he was looking down Kira's body. The flesh on Dexter's cock moved up and down as if an invisible hand was stroking him. Kira's pusy opened, the folds moving with unseen fingers, her face watching her brother's cock. Both of my k**s started to moan.
I wished I could masturbate. It was incredibly hot, watching my c***dren, side-by-side, with Jackie's touch making both of them grown excited. Kira bucked suddenly and cried out, "oh! Ohhh ... ohh..."
Dex's hips started to rise with each stroke, and I saw his penis swelling. "Oh, God ... oh ... Oh, God!"
Kira's body shook and I saw her eyes squeeze tight, lost in her own pleasure, her body shuddering as she started to orgasm. "Uhhh ... uhhhh ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmm ... ohhhh..." Clear fluids ran down from her reddish-pink vagina, trickling over the lower parts of her vulva and down between where her butt cheeks pushed together tightly and hid her anus from my view.
Kira's eyes fluttered open as she panted, drawn once more to where her brother was humping the air.
He started to cry out, "oh, God! Oh, God! Ooooohhh ... ooooohhh..." He bucked hard upwards and white cream shot from his cock into the air, splashing down onto his stomach. Another shot fired up and Kira stared as intensely as I did as my son climaxed. His semen spurted over and over, his penis expanding with each thrust against the invisible hand. By the time he finished, his stomach and balls were coated in sticky cum.
He rested and I saw Kira lean into him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Wow ... wow..." she said, several times before moving her hand to slide over her brother's stomach, drawing a glob of warm cum to her lips. Kira swallowed it quickly, then leaned down to lick it from Dexter's flesh. "It's so much better when it's hot..." Slowly, she cleaned away the sperm from his abdomen, then returned to Dexter's shoulder.
He eyed her a moment, then brought his lips to hers. I knew my son was tasting his own cum in his sister's mouth. He seemed to enjoy it.
We'll leave you to rest, Kira. I hope I've started to make up for things. Please ... tell your brother again how sorry I am. I won't invade his private moments again without permission.
"I will ... and ... thank you, Jackie ... Thank you for that..."
Dexter watched Kira a moment before he said, "are you really talking to our dead Aunt? Is this real?"
"Yes," Kira said, kissing his cheek, "I think it is. I wish you could hear her, Dex. She loves you, too."
"I ... it was like someone was touching me ... it felt so real," he replied.
"I know ... I felt it, too."
Before I was even aware of being back in my body, I felt Jackie's fingers between my legs. I was leaning back in my chair in the dining room, robe open, my body flushed and feeling overwhelmed with arousal. I instinctively reached out into the air and found Jackie's slit. It was like she was standing, leaning over me, her hand between my legs as she squatted slightly so that I could touch her pussy.
Oh, Penelope ... that was so hot ... so hot ... I'm going to cum...
"Me too..." I closed my eyes and started to let go.
It took just seconds of her touch to send me to a euphoric peak, and I felt her body shaking around my hand as she was right there with me. Cum puddled on the chair as my body vibrated through orgasm, and I felt Jackie's cream running down my fingers.
I opened my eyes slowly, buzzing from my climax. My hand pulled back from Jackie's body.
My fingers were coated with white, slippery cream.
"Jackie..."
I see it. We're getting closer, Penelope. I hoped this might happen.
"But ... your wetness ... I can see it!"
I hoped this might happen, she repeated, her voice fading. I love you, Penelope ... thank you for letting me share myself with you again...
I knew she was gone. The room felt colder when Jackie wasn't there. I stared at my fingers a moment. Her cream remained, and I brought my hand to my face, sniffing my sister's aroma and tasting her sweet, pungent juices as I licked my skin. Before I'd removed it all, I used those same fingers to rub my sister's essence onto my breasts. I loved doing that when we were young. I made it so that I could smell her pussy on my body for hours after we'd played together.
I wondered what it meant for me to be able to see her cream. I almost dared hope for something more substantial, something more corporeal.
Thoughts of my c***dren brought me back to the moments I'd spent watching them be pleasured by my sister. That had been intense, seeing the way Kira climaxed and leaked wetness, watching as my son ejaculated a thick load onto his stomach. I had no idea if things were alright with Dexter, but I couldn't help believing that those moments shared with Kira, my son knowing that I was watching, his aunt making him cum, might have at least taken the edge off the hurt. It didn't make up for the way we'd stolen his private moments, I knew, but perhaps it had been one step in trying to apologize.
Kira and Dexter came down an hour later. They were both fully dressed and both were unable to keep delighted smiles from their faces. "Hi, Mom," Kira said brightly.
I greeted them warmly. "Hey, you two."
I hugged Kira, then Dex, telling my son, "I'm really sorry, Dexter. I never meant to upset you."
"It's okay, Mom," he replied. "It's alright."
"Seems we're sharing an awful lot these days. I never dreamed I'd see what just happened..."
Kira added, "I know ... I got to see him shooting." She grinned at her brother. "I always wondered what that looked like..."
Dexter blushed and smiled, "yeah, well ... now you know..."
"I can't wait to do what Donnie did..."
My son's pants started to tent.
"So," I asked, "did you two talk about what happens next?"
Kira shrugged, "no ... we just dozed..."
"I think we should," I recommended, "I'll make some sandwiches and let's talk."
A bit later, I brought plates of tuna salad on wheat with g****s and handed food to each of them, already seated around the table. We settled into our meal in silence before I paused and said, "so ... I know that you two want to be together, that ... Kira, you want your brother to be the first boy inside you..."
"Yeah," she grinned, sheepishly, "I do."
"And Dex, I think that is what you want as well?"
He nodded vigorously.
"I think you should take your time and work up to it ... don't just jump into it. Maybe I can teach you both some things first..."
"Yes, Mom. Please!" Kira exclaimed.
"Dexter?"
"Oh, yeah. I'd like that. What ... uh ... what do you have in mind?"
"Well ... maybe this evening we might retire to my bed, and I'll show you a few things ... both of you ... how to bring each other pleasure. I've already started, with each of you, but I think you're ready to start learning to please each other."
I knew my son's cock was hard even though I couldn't see it, and I had no doubt Kira's pussy was drooling into her panties. My own was surely wet enough. I could feel the dampness spreading through my crotch.
I'd like to watch.
Jackie's presence filled me with warmth just then. "Oh, yes. I'd like that, too."
Kira nodded, and Dex looked at me funny. Kira said, "Aunt Jackie wants to watch."
"Why can't I hear her, too?" Dexter asked.
"I don't know," I responded.
I'm trying. I can touch him now, perhaps it will come with time.
"You could feel her, though, right?" I asked my son, the sensation of Jackie's arm now over my shoulder, her skin warm where it touched my neck.
"Oh, yeah," Dex replied, "her hands were soft..." He started blushing again.
"I need to be certain you understand something, Dex, Kira..." I broke in, "if you ever don't want to do this, if you ever feel you want to stop, say so. I won't risk your love over this, or your happiness ... I ... I struggle all the time dealing with what we're doing. I love it, don't get me wrong, but ... I never want to hurt either of you. I never want you to hate what we do together."
"I won't, Mom," Dex said, "God, no. It was ... awesome."
"Me either," Kira added, "trust me, Mom. I can't stop thinking about it and ... getting wet."
"Tell you what ... you've got the week off school. I'll call into work and see if I can get the time off. Maybe ... we can spend our days together ... like we did when you were both little, only ... you're not so little any more..."
Kira smiled, and Dex chuckled, both nodding enthusiastically.
"Go shower," I suggested, "and I'll make the call. Meet me in my bedroom in an hour?"
I was sitting on my bed, waiting for Kira and Dexter to join me, wearing nothing and feeling confident in appearing so in front of them. I'd called my work and explained that I had a family situation needing my attention, not a total lie, and gotten permission to take the week off.
"Jackie?"
I'm here, Penelope.
"How is this possible? How are you here?"
I wish I knew.
"But you are here ... I believe it now. I really believe it."
Good. I think that helps.
"I can smell you in the room. You still wear that rose-scented perfume. I always loved that one."
I have no idea why. I don't really ... feel anything about myself except when I'm touching one of you, or you're touching me. The rest ... I cannot explain it. I just am.
"Maybe you're a memory of mine. Maybe what I've come to believe is still just in my head. Maybe I'm locked up somewhere in a loony bin and hallucinating everything."
I feel real, Penelope. That is all I really know.
"I know. That's why I believe it. I don't even care if I'm crazy anymore. I like this reality more."
As do I.
"You said you don't feel anything about yourself, like ... you don't have a body. How do you cum, then?"
I just ... cum. Like, I'm touching myself, but there's no body to touch. I guess I never really thought about it. I just get turned on and I cum. It feels real in those moments.
"I want you more, Jackie. I want you to be here. Fully."
I want that, too. I think we're getting closer.
"Your cream was on my fingers. I saw it, felt it. You always creamed so good, Jackie. I loved licking it from my hand or from your body."
Mmm ... same to you. Try something for me, Penelope.
"Anything."
Close your eyes. Now ... picture me. Concentrate on my face. What do you see?
I did as directed and let my memories of Jackie rush into my mind. "I see..." I looked closely, trying to frame that image before describing it, "I see your hair down over your shoulders. It looks a lot like Kira's, only a bit longer."
More.
"The freckle on the side of your nose, the one I loved to kiss, it's there, too."
More.
"Your eyes are bright blue, shining. I always got lost in your eyes, Jackie."
Keep going.
"I see the blush you sometimes wore on your cheeks, that luscious purplish-red lipstick that made your lips so hot. God, how many times you smeared that on my boobs..."
More.
"You're flushed, like when I'm touching you. I see ... sweat on your forehead ... you look turned on."
Open your eyes.
I did and for a moment, I stared into Jackie's blue orbs. Her face hung there, slightly faded, but sharp enough to see that lone, brown freckle, her tender lips, the way my sister smiled with a slight overbite. "Jackie..."
I can't hold it long, Penelope, my sister said as the image began to fade, but this is something.
"Oh, Jackie!" Before her face was lost, I leaned forward and felt her lips touch mine. For a few seconds more, I stared into Jackie's eyes and moaned into her mouth. We continued to kiss long after the sight of her face was lost from my view.
I'll keep trying. I think I need your help to do it. I don't know why that matters, that you remember everything, but I know it does.
"I'll do anything, Jackie. Anything to bring you back."
I don't know if it works like that, Penelope. I only know that I'm getting better at coming through to you. Remember this?
Before Jackie left for school, we celebrated her eighteenth birthday with our parents and a few friends. Niles was there, a boy I kinda liked but hadn't yet thought about asking out. Jackie and I had shared our bodies and our emotions since I was f******n, and though I was certainly curious about Niles and other boys, I was still in love with my sister completely.
We went to the community pool after an early supper, swimming and lounging in the mid-August sun. I was thankful that my Mom had relented months earlier and allowed me and Jackie to shave. I'd touched up my legs and pubes that morning, and was much more confident wearing the two-piece black bikini which Jackie had helped me pick out a few days earlier, one she assured me was incredibly sexy.
She wore an orange and white two-piece which enhanced her subtle curves. Though her boobs were smaller than mine, they looked full and lovely the way her top cradled them and pushed them in and up just a touch.
We talked to friends and played in the water until the pool closed, then said goodbye, our Mom driving us home. Jackie and I acted tired and raced up to her room, knowing we were going to celebrate in our own private way.
"Check this out!" Jackie said, excited, reaching into her top dresser drawer. "While I was out earlier, I picked it up ... I'm old enough to go into Anton's now!" Anton's was the sex toy shop which we passed when going to the lake, just outside of city limits. We'd joked about it often, wondering what exciting things might be in there.
Jackie showed me a sleek plastic phallus-shaped dildo. I knew what it was even without having seen one before. She grinned as she spun the base and the vibrations hummed in her hand. "Oh, God, Jackie. Can we try on you?"
She nodded, glowing. "I was hoping to! I haven't used it yet."
We kissed a moment, the vibrator buzzing in Jackie's fist. She leaned onto the bed, her legs over the side, her feet on the floor. I pulled off my swimsuit, swept down her bikini bottoms in one movement, and took the phallus from her. "Do I just push it in?"
Jackie shrugged, "I guess. Just imagine it's a dick."
"I can't," I reminded her, "I don't have one, and unlike you, I've never been with a boy."
"Well ... just go slow, I'll help you ... put it in me!" She was already wet, a sheen of moisture slipping down her slit from her pressed-together labia.
I held the dildo a moment, turning it around. It had a small curve to it, so I tried to imagine how a real dick might be angled. I slid the tip through Jackie's folds, making it wet, then slowly pushed it inside her body.
"Uhnnn..." she moaned as I moved it deeper. "Oh ... oh, fuck, Penelope ... oh, yes ... stroke me with it..." I started to move it in and out, a little awkwardly, to be sure, but my sister was really enjoying it. Her fingers ran over her clit and while I pumped the vibrating dildo in and out of her hole, she circled her nub. Her body was rosy and flushed, and the scents of her arousal were warm and rich in my nose. I felt my own pussy growing wet.
"Uhnn ... oh, like that ... like that," Jackie moaned, not too loudly so as to be heard downstairs, "like that ... oh ... right there ... uhnn ... right there ... uhn ... uhn ... Mmmmmm ... mmmm..." She came as I slid the vibrator deep into her vagina, holding it as her body spasmed, her moans muffled by her hand. Her legs rocked against my upper arms, and I could feel her juices running down the dildo and onto my fingers.
I didn't stop my movements, and soon, Jackie was building towards another climax, her fingers again twirling her womanhood. She came harder this time, using a pillow over her face to keep her cries from echoing around us.
I still didn't stop, feeling powerful, in awe of the way the dildo let me bring my sister pleasure. I loved penetrating her, loved that I could push deeper into her body than my fingers ever could. I drove it harder, faster, in and out of her sloppy cunt, her juices churning into a lather which streaked the vibrator. She came again, jerking in rapid jumps, her pussy squeezing the dildo and expelling it.
A stream of fluids hit my chest, then another. Jackie's body unloaded against me, and I couldn't believe my sister was pissing on me as she climaxed. I leaned back, shaking, the dildo still buzzing in my fingers. Jackie was lost in her pleasure and didn't seem to realize what she'd done. Her body spasmed, her pussy swollen and soaking wet, her pubes glistening and lovely on her vulva.
It took a moment for her to push back the pillow and look at me. She saw the surprised look I'm sure was on my face, then drew her gaze down to my chest, her fluids soaking against my breasts and running down my stomach.
"Oh, Penelope! Did I do that?"
I nodded my head, unsure if I should laugh or run to the bathroom to rinse off.
"Is it pee?"
"What else would it be?" I asked, not understanding the question fully.
"Well ... it could be something else..."
"Huh?"
"Sometimes ... I ... I shoot something out of me. It's not pee. I don't know what it is..."
She ran a finger across my breasts, drawing the wetness to her nose. Jackie sniffed it, "doesn't smell like pee," then slid it into her mouth. "Just tastes like water ... and pussy..."
"Seriously? It's not pee?"
"Don't think so. Try it." She collected more and pushed it under my nose.
I inhaled and agreed it didn't have the bitter smell of urine. I let her slide her finger between my lips, tentatively tasting the fluids with my tongue. "It's ... it's just water."
"Kinda. But ... I don't really know what it is. Just ... happens, sometimes. Only twice, actually, but ... that dildo hit me perfectly ... so deep and up against the top, just here." Jackie took my hand and pushed my finger into her vagina, making me rub it along the upper, rough patch inside. "Mmm ... I love that ... I felt so ... full ... so much better than when I let Ira fuck me."
Jackie pulled her lips to mine and kissed me. She looked at me a moment, then whispered, "want to try it?"
I shrugged, "I dunno, Jackie. I've still got my hymen..."
"Oh ... right," she replied with disappointment.
"I don't think it will fit without busting my cherry."
"That sucks..."
I could tell she was hoping I'd ask her to be the one to push through my barrier. I still clung to a traditional view of that aspect of sexuality. I felt like I wanted to be able to give a boy the opportunity to take my cherry, though why it meant so much to me, I didn't know. "Yeah. But ... you could use it on my nub!"
Jackie smiled, "okay, yeah, let's try that!"
I replaced her on the bed and spread my legs. She smiled at me, inhaling against my crotch. "That really got you going, didn't it?"
"Mmm-hmm ... I loved it. I wish I had a dick, Jackie. I'd totally fuck you with it."
She giggled, "I wish you had a dick and a pussy. That would just be perfect."
I laughed, then felt the vibrator press along my slit. Jackie dipped in between my slippery, parted labia, and pushed gently on my hymen. "Don't..." I started.
"I won't. Just seeing how far I can go."
Jackie pulled it back and ran it up and down my slit a moment, then the buzzing ripped into my body as she circled my clit with the tip. I exploded in moans. Jackie had to stop to laugh and throw pillow over my face. "Screamer," she chuckled.
I did my best to muffle my cries as she brought the vibrations back to my sensitive womanhood. I burned just perfectly. I could feel my clit harden and withdraw, harden and withdraw, pulsing each time I breathed, each time she moved it just a bit. It took only seconds to draw tightly around it, trapping Jackie's arm between my legs as she watched my face.
I bucked hard, shuddered, and climaxed in a burning, bubbling rush of pleasure. My clit shrank under its hood, overly-sensitive. I trembled as I moaned into the pillow, couldn't believe how powerful it felt as I ached from the exertion.
"Like that?" Jackie asked me in my haze.
"Fuck yes," I replied.
She laughed, "you must have, to say it that way." I very, very rarely cursed, and maybe only once or twice in my life had I used the f-word.
Jackie crawled beside me and I moved the pillow from my face. She sucked on the dildo with a smile. "Hey," she said, "I can teach you how to suck a dick sometime."
"I'd love that," I said, returning her grin.
I love that memory.
"Me too ... I wish I'd have let you bust my cherry, Jackie. I regret that."
You didn't know. You did what you felt was right. Don't regret it, just remember the fun we had.
"I know." I let out a breath. "You never did get to teach me to suck a guy's dick. I wish I'd known before Niles. I never sucked his, you know."
I know. He didn't know better, and neither did you. Why did you never try with Niles, though?
"I ... I guess that, in some ways, after you ... were gone ... I kinda reverted back to being stupid ... about sex. I guess everything we did, everything I learned from you ... it was lost, too. And ... maybe I just kinda felt lost ... sexually. Like ... that was something I'd only ever shared with you, and when you died ... sex with Niles was just part of what a girlfriend did, I guess. Something expected. It was kinda fun, to be honest, but ... knowing what I know now..."
You'd have done things differently. That's life, Penelope. Don't regret not knowing better. You did your best. She paused, then said, they're coming. I'll watch and enjoy. I love you, Penelope.
"I love you, too, Jackie."
It was the first time I'd heard Jackie's voice while watching someone else's experiences.
Kira was seated on the edge of Dex's bed, my son hunched over with his back against the wall at the top of the mattress, his hands held over his crotch. I couldn't help imagining that the opening in his boxers might have otherwise shown his genitals. My daughter watched him quietly, then said, "okay ... they're watching, Dex. So ... can we talk?"
He shrugged.
"I'm sorry you had to find out like this ... you know I always loved playing games with you ... I always looked forward to getting my panties back..."
Dex managed a small smile, but didn't respond.
"And I'm sorry I've ... seen your private moments. Really, I'm sorry..."
"Did you see everything, too?" Dex said quietly.
"Some. I saw you with my panties ... and with Mom's. And ... with Donnie..." I hadn't known that Jackie had showed those moments to my daughter as well as me.
Dex shook his head. "Dammit ... Dammit ... No one was supposed to see that ... No one ... I didn't want anyone to know..."
"I'm sorry, Dex. But ... can I be honest?" Kira asked.
"Might as well..." Dexter responded.
"It was really hot."
"What was?"
"You and Donnie ... like ... I'm jealous of him..."
"Jealous?" Dexter said, finally meeting Kira's eyes, "why?"
"Cause he got to, you know ... suck you off."
"Oh," Dexter blushed. "Yeah, well ... I'm not gay or anything."
"I don't really care," Kira replied. "You looked like you enjoyed it, even if you were thinking of Mom ... and ... you were good at getting him off, too ... Donnie really blew his load quick..."
Dexter blushed deeper, "yeah, well," he repeated, "that's all we did ... just cause we both wanted to ... you know..."
"Be with Mom. I know ... I did, too ... I just ... never had someone like Donnie to play with me like that. So I'm jealous about that, too. You had a friend who would let you get off like that ... I just had to ... you know ... do it myself..."
Dexter smiled at Kira. "You could have asked me ... I'd have helped..."
Kira grinned. "Yeah ... I know that now ... I think ... maybe we've got permission, you know ... when we're ready."
"I'd like that ... a lot..."
"Here," Kira said, easing herself from the edge of the bed and reaching under her nightshirt, "I wore these last night and put them on after I ... played ... this morning." She pulled off a pair of red and orange panties and held them out.
Dexter eyed her just a second before taking them and pressing them to his nose. "Oh, God ... oh, yes..." His hands had left his crotch, and I could see my son's boner pressing out his boxers, threatening to slip through the opening in the front.
Maybe you and your brother might enjoy a moment together. I'd like to help.
Kira nodded, then said, "Jackie wants us to share something ... will you let her?"
Dexter paused inhaling his sister's aroma from the underwear and said, "is Mom still watching us?"
She is.
"Yes," Kira confirmed, "would you prefer she didn't?"
He thought about it a moment, "no ... no, she can watch. What ... what is Jackie going to do?"
"I don't know," Kira responded.
Tell him to lay back on the bed, and you get beside him, Kira.
Kira passed on the instructions and Dexter slid to one side, his head on a pillow. Kira grinned and moved to lay on her back next to him. They waited a moment.
I didn't see anything happening at first, but soon Kira's eyes closed and I could see her hips starting to writhe as her nightshirt was pushed up by unseen hands. Her legs spread wide, touching my son's, her hairy young pussy wet between.
Dexter's penis slipped through the opening in his boxers and he groaned, his eyes fixed to where he was looking down Kira's body. The flesh on Dexter's cock moved up and down as if an invisible hand was stroking him. Kira's pusy opened, the folds moving with unseen fingers, her face watching her brother's cock. Both of my k**s started to moan.
I wished I could masturbate. It was incredibly hot, watching my c***dren, side-by-side, with Jackie's touch making both of them grown excited. Kira bucked suddenly and cried out, "oh! Ohhh ... ohh..."
Dex's hips started to rise with each stroke, and I saw his penis swelling. "Oh, God ... oh ... Oh, God!"
Kira's body shook and I saw her eyes squeeze tight, lost in her own pleasure, her body shuddering as she started to orgasm. "Uhhh ... uhhhh ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... mmmmmmm ... ohhhh..." Clear fluids ran down from her reddish-pink vagina, trickling over the lower parts of her vulva and down between where her butt cheeks pushed together tightly and hid her anus from my view.
Kira's eyes fluttered open as she panted, drawn once more to where her brother was humping the air.
He started to cry out, "oh, God! Oh, God! Ooooohhh ... ooooohhh..." He bucked hard upwards and white cream shot from his cock into the air, splashing down onto his stomach. Another shot fired up and Kira stared as intensely as I did as my son climaxed. His semen spurted over and over, his penis expanding with each thrust against the invisible hand. By the time he finished, his stomach and balls were coated in sticky cum.
He rested and I saw Kira lean into him, laying her head on his shoulder. "Wow ... wow..." she said, several times before moving her hand to slide over her brother's stomach, drawing a glob of warm cum to her lips. Kira swallowed it quickly, then leaned down to lick it from Dexter's flesh. "It's so much better when it's hot..." Slowly, she cleaned away the sperm from his abdomen, then returned to Dexter's shoulder.
He eyed her a moment, then brought his lips to hers. I knew my son was tasting his own cum in his sister's mouth. He seemed to enjoy it.
We'll leave you to rest, Kira. I hope I've started to make up for things. Please ... tell your brother again how sorry I am. I won't invade his private moments again without permission.
"I will ... and ... thank you, Jackie ... Thank you for that..."
Dexter watched Kira a moment before he said, "are you really talking to our dead Aunt? Is this real?"
"Yes," Kira said, kissing his cheek, "I think it is. I wish you could hear her, Dex. She loves you, too."
"I ... it was like someone was touching me ... it felt so real," he replied.
"I know ... I felt it, too."
Before I was even aware of being back in my body, I felt Jackie's fingers between my legs. I was leaning back in my chair in the dining room, robe open, my body flushed and feeling overwhelmed with arousal. I instinctively reached out into the air and found Jackie's slit. It was like she was standing, leaning over me, her hand between my legs as she squatted slightly so that I could touch her pussy.
Oh, Penelope ... that was so hot ... so hot ... I'm going to cum...
"Me too..." I closed my eyes and started to let go.
It took just seconds of her touch to send me to a euphoric peak, and I felt her body shaking around my hand as she was right there with me. Cum puddled on the chair as my body vibrated through orgasm, and I felt Jackie's cream running down my fingers.
I opened my eyes slowly, buzzing from my climax. My hand pulled back from Jackie's body.
My fingers were coated with white, slippery cream.
"Jackie..."
I see it. We're getting closer, Penelope. I hoped this might happen.
"But ... your wetness ... I can see it!"
I hoped this might happen, she repeated, her voice fading. I love you, Penelope ... thank you for letting me share myself with you again...
I knew she was gone. The room felt colder when Jackie wasn't there. I stared at my fingers a moment. Her cream remained, and I brought my hand to my face, sniffing my sister's aroma and tasting her sweet, pungent juices as I licked my skin. Before I'd removed it all, I used those same fingers to rub my sister's essence onto my breasts. I loved doing that when we were young. I made it so that I could smell her pussy on my body for hours after we'd played together.
I wondered what it meant for me to be able to see her cream. I almost dared hope for something more substantial, something more corporeal.
Thoughts of my c***dren brought me back to the moments I'd spent watching them be pleasured by my sister. That had been intense, seeing the way Kira climaxed and leaked wetness, watching as my son ejaculated a thick load onto his stomach. I had no idea if things were alright with Dexter, but I couldn't help believing that those moments shared with Kira, my son knowing that I was watching, his aunt making him cum, might have at least taken the edge off the hurt. It didn't make up for the way we'd stolen his private moments, I knew, but perhaps it had been one step in trying to apologize.
Kira and Dexter came down an hour later. They were both fully dressed and both were unable to keep delighted smiles from their faces. "Hi, Mom," Kira said brightly.
I greeted them warmly. "Hey, you two."
I hugged Kira, then Dex, telling my son, "I'm really sorry, Dexter. I never meant to upset you."
"It's okay, Mom," he replied. "It's alright."
"Seems we're sharing an awful lot these days. I never dreamed I'd see what just happened..."
Kira added, "I know ... I got to see him shooting." She grinned at her brother. "I always wondered what that looked like..."
Dexter blushed and smiled, "yeah, well ... now you know..."
"I can't wait to do what Donnie did..."
My son's pants started to tent.
"So," I asked, "did you two talk about what happens next?"
Kira shrugged, "no ... we just dozed..."
"I think we should," I recommended, "I'll make some sandwiches and let's talk."
A bit later, I brought plates of tuna salad on wheat with g****s and handed food to each of them, already seated around the table. We settled into our meal in silence before I paused and said, "so ... I know that you two want to be together, that ... Kira, you want your brother to be the first boy inside you..."
"Yeah," she grinned, sheepishly, "I do."
"And Dex, I think that is what you want as well?"
He nodded vigorously.
"I think you should take your time and work up to it ... don't just jump into it. Maybe I can teach you both some things first..."
"Yes, Mom. Please!" Kira exclaimed.
"Dexter?"
"Oh, yeah. I'd like that. What ... uh ... what do you have in mind?"
"Well ... maybe this evening we might retire to my bed, and I'll show you a few things ... both of you ... how to bring each other pleasure. I've already started, with each of you, but I think you're ready to start learning to please each other."
I knew my son's cock was hard even though I couldn't see it, and I had no doubt Kira's pussy was drooling into her panties. My own was surely wet enough. I could feel the dampness spreading through my crotch.
I'd like to watch.
Jackie's presence filled me with warmth just then. "Oh, yes. I'd like that, too."
Kira nodded, and Dex looked at me funny. Kira said, "Aunt Jackie wants to watch."
"Why can't I hear her, too?" Dexter asked.
"I don't know," I responded.
I'm trying. I can touch him now, perhaps it will come with time.
"You could feel her, though, right?" I asked my son, the sensation of Jackie's arm now over my shoulder, her skin warm where it touched my neck.
"Oh, yeah," Dex replied, "her hands were soft..." He started blushing again.
"I need to be certain you understand something, Dex, Kira..." I broke in, "if you ever don't want to do this, if you ever feel you want to stop, say so. I won't risk your love over this, or your happiness ... I ... I struggle all the time dealing with what we're doing. I love it, don't get me wrong, but ... I never want to hurt either of you. I never want you to hate what we do together."
"I won't, Mom," Dex said, "God, no. It was ... awesome."
"Me either," Kira added, "trust me, Mom. I can't stop thinking about it and ... getting wet."
"Tell you what ... you've got the week off school. I'll call into work and see if I can get the time off. Maybe ... we can spend our days together ... like we did when you were both little, only ... you're not so little any more..."
Kira smiled, and Dex chuckled, both nodding enthusiastically.
"Go shower," I suggested, "and I'll make the call. Meet me in my bedroom in an hour?"
I was sitting on my bed, waiting for Kira and Dexter to join me, wearing nothing and feeling confident in appearing so in front of them. I'd called my work and explained that I had a family situation needing my attention, not a total lie, and gotten permission to take the week off.
"Jackie?"
I'm here, Penelope.
"How is this possible? How are you here?"
I wish I knew.
"But you are here ... I believe it now. I really believe it."
Good. I think that helps.
"I can smell you in the room. You still wear that rose-scented perfume. I always loved that one."
I have no idea why. I don't really ... feel anything about myself except when I'm touching one of you, or you're touching me. The rest ... I cannot explain it. I just am.
"Maybe you're a memory of mine. Maybe what I've come to believe is still just in my head. Maybe I'm locked up somewhere in a loony bin and hallucinating everything."
I feel real, Penelope. That is all I really know.
"I know. That's why I believe it. I don't even care if I'm crazy anymore. I like this reality more."
As do I.
"You said you don't feel anything about yourself, like ... you don't have a body. How do you cum, then?"
I just ... cum. Like, I'm touching myself, but there's no body to touch. I guess I never really thought about it. I just get turned on and I cum. It feels real in those moments.
"I want you more, Jackie. I want you to be here. Fully."
I want that, too. I think we're getting closer.
"Your cream was on my fingers. I saw it, felt it. You always creamed so good, Jackie. I loved licking it from my hand or from your body."
Mmm ... same to you. Try something for me, Penelope.
"Anything."
Close your eyes. Now ... picture me. Concentrate on my face. What do you see?
I did as directed and let my memories of Jackie rush into my mind. "I see..." I looked closely, trying to frame that image before describing it, "I see your hair down over your shoulders. It looks a lot like Kira's, only a bit longer."
More.
"The freckle on the side of your nose, the one I loved to kiss, it's there, too."
More.
"Your eyes are bright blue, shining. I always got lost in your eyes, Jackie."
Keep going.
"I see the blush you sometimes wore on your cheeks, that luscious purplish-red lipstick that made your lips so hot. God, how many times you smeared that on my boobs..."
More.
"You're flushed, like when I'm touching you. I see ... sweat on your forehead ... you look turned on."
Open your eyes.
I did and for a moment, I stared into Jackie's blue orbs. Her face hung there, slightly faded, but sharp enough to see that lone, brown freckle, her tender lips, the way my sister smiled with a slight overbite. "Jackie..."
I can't hold it long, Penelope, my sister said as the image began to fade, but this is something.
"Oh, Jackie!" Before her face was lost, I leaned forward and felt her lips touch mine. For a few seconds more, I stared into Jackie's eyes and moaned into her mouth. We continued to kiss long after the sight of her face was lost from my view.
I'll keep trying. I think I need your help to do it. I don't know why that matters, that you remember everything, but I know it does.
"I'll do anything, Jackie. Anything to bring you back."
I don't know if it works like that, Penelope. I only know that I'm getting better at coming through to you. Remember this?
Before Jackie left for school, we celebrated her eighteenth birthday with our parents and a few friends. Niles was there, a boy I kinda liked but hadn't yet thought about asking out. Jackie and I had shared our bodies and our emotions since I was f******n, and though I was certainly curious about Niles and other boys, I was still in love with my sister completely.
We went to the community pool after an early supper, swimming and lounging in the mid-August sun. I was thankful that my Mom had relented months earlier and allowed me and Jackie to shave. I'd touched up my legs and pubes that morning, and was much more confident wearing the two-piece black bikini which Jackie had helped me pick out a few days earlier, one she assured me was incredibly sexy.
She wore an orange and white two-piece which enhanced her subtle curves. Though her boobs were smaller than mine, they looked full and lovely the way her top cradled them and pushed them in and up just a touch.
We talked to friends and played in the water until the pool closed, then said goodbye, our Mom driving us home. Jackie and I acted tired and raced up to her room, knowing we were going to celebrate in our own private way.
"Check this out!" Jackie said, excited, reaching into her top dresser drawer. "While I was out earlier, I picked it up ... I'm old enough to go into Anton's now!" Anton's was the sex toy shop which we passed when going to the lake, just outside of city limits. We'd joked about it often, wondering what exciting things might be in there.
Jackie showed me a sleek plastic phallus-shaped dildo. I knew what it was even without having seen one before. She grinned as she spun the base and the vibrations hummed in her hand. "Oh, God, Jackie. Can we try on you?"
She nodded, glowing. "I was hoping to! I haven't used it yet."
We kissed a moment, the vibrator buzzing in Jackie's fist. She leaned onto the bed, her legs over the side, her feet on the floor. I pulled off my swimsuit, swept down her bikini bottoms in one movement, and took the phallus from her. "Do I just push it in?"
Jackie shrugged, "I guess. Just imagine it's a dick."
"I can't," I reminded her, "I don't have one, and unlike you, I've never been with a boy."
"Well ... just go slow, I'll help you ... put it in me!" She was already wet, a sheen of moisture slipping down her slit from her pressed-together labia.
I held the dildo a moment, turning it around. It had a small curve to it, so I tried to imagine how a real dick might be angled. I slid the tip through Jackie's folds, making it wet, then slowly pushed it inside her body.
"Uhnnn..." she moaned as I moved it deeper. "Oh ... oh, fuck, Penelope ... oh, yes ... stroke me with it..." I started to move it in and out, a little awkwardly, to be sure, but my sister was really enjoying it. Her fingers ran over her clit and while I pumped the vibrating dildo in and out of her hole, she circled her nub. Her body was rosy and flushed, and the scents of her arousal were warm and rich in my nose. I felt my own pussy growing wet.
"Uhnn ... oh, like that ... like that," Jackie moaned, not too loudly so as to be heard downstairs, "like that ... oh ... right there ... uhnn ... right there ... uhn ... uhn ... Mmmmmm ... mmmm..." She came as I slid the vibrator deep into her vagina, holding it as her body spasmed, her moans muffled by her hand. Her legs rocked against my upper arms, and I could feel her juices running down the dildo and onto my fingers.
I didn't stop my movements, and soon, Jackie was building towards another climax, her fingers again twirling her womanhood. She came harder this time, using a pillow over her face to keep her cries from echoing around us.
I still didn't stop, feeling powerful, in awe of the way the dildo let me bring my sister pleasure. I loved penetrating her, loved that I could push deeper into her body than my fingers ever could. I drove it harder, faster, in and out of her sloppy cunt, her juices churning into a lather which streaked the vibrator. She came again, jerking in rapid jumps, her pussy squeezing the dildo and expelling it.
A stream of fluids hit my chest, then another. Jackie's body unloaded against me, and I couldn't believe my sister was pissing on me as she climaxed. I leaned back, shaking, the dildo still buzzing in my fingers. Jackie was lost in her pleasure and didn't seem to realize what she'd done. Her body spasmed, her pussy swollen and soaking wet, her pubes glistening and lovely on her vulva.
It took a moment for her to push back the pillow and look at me. She saw the surprised look I'm sure was on my face, then drew her gaze down to my chest, her fluids soaking against my breasts and running down my stomach.
"Oh, Penelope! Did I do that?"
I nodded my head, unsure if I should laugh or run to the bathroom to rinse off.
"Is it pee?"
"What else would it be?" I asked, not understanding the question fully.
"Well ... it could be something else..."
"Huh?"
"Sometimes ... I ... I shoot something out of me. It's not pee. I don't know what it is..."
She ran a finger across my breasts, drawing the wetness to her nose. Jackie sniffed it, "doesn't smell like pee," then slid it into her mouth. "Just tastes like water ... and pussy..."
"Seriously? It's not pee?"
"Don't think so. Try it." She collected more and pushed it under my nose.
I inhaled and agreed it didn't have the bitter smell of urine. I let her slide her finger between my lips, tentatively tasting the fluids with my tongue. "It's ... it's just water."
"Kinda. But ... I don't really know what it is. Just ... happens, sometimes. Only twice, actually, but ... that dildo hit me perfectly ... so deep and up against the top, just here." Jackie took my hand and pushed my finger into her vagina, making me rub it along the upper, rough patch inside. "Mmm ... I love that ... I felt so ... full ... so much better than when I let Ira fuck me."
Jackie pulled her lips to mine and kissed me. She looked at me a moment, then whispered, "want to try it?"
I shrugged, "I dunno, Jackie. I've still got my hymen..."
"Oh ... right," she replied with disappointment.
"I don't think it will fit without busting my cherry."
"That sucks..."
I could tell she was hoping I'd ask her to be the one to push through my barrier. I still clung to a traditional view of that aspect of sexuality. I felt like I wanted to be able to give a boy the opportunity to take my cherry, though why it meant so much to me, I didn't know. "Yeah. But ... you could use it on my nub!"
Jackie smiled, "okay, yeah, let's try that!"
I replaced her on the bed and spread my legs. She smiled at me, inhaling against my crotch. "That really got you going, didn't it?"
"Mmm-hmm ... I loved it. I wish I had a dick, Jackie. I'd totally fuck you with it."
She giggled, "I wish you had a dick and a pussy. That would just be perfect."
I laughed, then felt the vibrator press along my slit. Jackie dipped in between my slippery, parted labia, and pushed gently on my hymen. "Don't..." I started.
"I won't. Just seeing how far I can go."
Jackie pulled it back and ran it up and down my slit a moment, then the buzzing ripped into my body as she circled my clit with the tip. I exploded in moans. Jackie had to stop to laugh and throw pillow over my face. "Screamer," she chuckled.
I did my best to muffle my cries as she brought the vibrations back to my sensitive womanhood. I burned just perfectly. I could feel my clit harden and withdraw, harden and withdraw, pulsing each time I breathed, each time she moved it just a bit. It took only seconds to draw tightly around it, trapping Jackie's arm between my legs as she watched my face.
I bucked hard, shuddered, and climaxed in a burning, bubbling rush of pleasure. My clit shrank under its hood, overly-sensitive. I trembled as I moaned into the pillow, couldn't believe how powerful it felt as I ached from the exertion.
"Like that?" Jackie asked me in my haze.
"Fuck yes," I replied.
She laughed, "you must have, to say it that way." I very, very rarely cursed, and maybe only once or twice in my life had I used the f-word.
Jackie crawled beside me and I moved the pillow from my face. She sucked on the dildo with a smile. "Hey," she said, "I can teach you how to suck a dick sometime."
"I'd love that," I said, returning her grin.
I love that memory.
"Me too ... I wish I'd have let you bust my cherry, Jackie. I regret that."
You didn't know. You did what you felt was right. Don't regret it, just remember the fun we had.
"I know." I let out a breath. "You never did get to teach me to suck a guy's dick. I wish I'd known before Niles. I never sucked his, you know."
I know. He didn't know better, and neither did you. Why did you never try with Niles, though?
"I ... I guess that, in some ways, after you ... were gone ... I kinda reverted back to being stupid ... about sex. I guess everything we did, everything I learned from you ... it was lost, too. And ... maybe I just kinda felt lost ... sexually. Like ... that was something I'd only ever shared with you, and when you died ... sex with Niles was just part of what a girlfriend did, I guess. Something expected. It was kinda fun, to be honest, but ... knowing what I know now..."
You'd have done things differently. That's life, Penelope. Don't regret not knowing better. You did your best. She paused, then said, they're coming. I'll watch and enjoy. I love you, Penelope.
"I love you, too, Jackie."
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