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s*s and I are both over 18. She's my older sister and is home from college for the summer.

If you haven't read Chapter 1, you should.

Now, I had to decide; we could continue with our deal and I'd wear her bra, and she'd go topless for me, or we could stop now and finish my boring summer.

We don't get to real sex in this chapter, but it's not bad for a k** who's never done anything before.

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s*s had taken me by surprise and shocked me. No one had ever touched me like this. But she didn't stop with touching. She handled me; played with me until I squirted in my pants. Submitting to her had been humiliating. But it was also incredible how she had turned me on.

Now, s*s was standing in front of me waiting for my answer, her breasts beautiful as ever. Once I shot my load in my shorts, she had let go of me and given me a disgusted look. You would have thought I'd squirted right in her hand instead of my shorts.

I guess she figured I needed time, "OK, why don't you think about it while we go upstairs? I'll shower and you'll want to get out of those shorts and shower too. You have a real mess down there."

"No shit, s*s."

There were many reasons why this was a bad idea. First, she was my sister for Christ sake. If any other girl had asked, it would have been a no-brainer. I would have jumped at the deal, but this was different. Second, what if our parents found out? I didn't want to think about this. Of course, I wasn't going to tell them, and neither would s*s. Third, can you go to jail for messing around with your sister? I'd never had a reason to consider this question up till now. Of course, that only mattered if mom and dad didn't kill us first. Fourth, I'd have to change schools if our friends found out, assuming another school would have me. I'm not sure what s*s would do. Maybe it would be easier for her in college. Finally, I wasn't happy at the prospect of wearing a bra! And did I mention, she was my sister.

This was so wrong. What I'd already done was bad enough. If you believed in hell, I was going straight there on the express bus for what I was thinking about now.

As we started up stairs, I could see that she had never bothered to pull her panties from between the cheeks of her ass. I'd lived with s*s eighteen years and never noticed that she was a girl and a beautiful one. She had always been just my sister. I guess boys put sisters in a sexless category, more of an IT than a SHE. Perhaps it's a kind of blindness between brothers and sisters. In any case, I was no longer blind to my sister.

Staring at s*s's ass while following her up the stairs, I made my decision. "OK, I'll do whatever you want." In that short time staring at the nice round curves of her ass, I had gotten stiff again.

s*s laughed as she reached back and tugged her panties from her crack. As she did, she stretched them and pulled them from side to side as if adjusting them. As s*s adjusted, I saw more than her cheeks.

"I knew you'd see it my way. OK, let's get cleaned up. Come on. I feel like having pizza tonight."

I followed her back to her bathroom. Inside the bathroom, she picked up the bra, snickered, and handed it to me. "Here's your bra," and laid it on the counter top, as she sized up my fresh erection. "You've recovered," as she took a slap at the tent pole in my shorts. It bounced a couple of times and she giggled and slapped again, like a cat swats one of the spring toys on a scratching post.

"Ouch, take it easy s*s. How would you like it if I pinched your tits?"

"Well, it might be fun but remember the rules; no touching, at least for you."

Standing there in only her panties, "I've gotten a little messy." She started to remove them. My eyes were on stalks. I was going to see s*s completely naked!

My pecker throbbed as I anticipated seeing s*s naked. It surprised me how much difference the prospect of seeing her without panties versus seeing her in them seemed to make. They didn't cover that much, but God I was desperate to see her without them. It felt like such a big deal.

But she was just teasing me. "It's better if you turn your back. You're not ready for it anyway."

I groaned, "Please take them off and let me watch you shower, s*s. You don't know how ready I am."

"No, you can't watch! Now turn your back, and no peeking or PLAYING WITH YOURSELF."

I frowned and did as instructed. I heard the shower door open and close. In my current condition, I couldn't help but squeeze myself, but I didn't play with myself. I dribbled pre-cum all over myself, but I didn't jerk. My erection ached. I'd never been stiff this long.

Shortly, the water stopped and from the shower, s*s said, "Be a sweetie and get me a couple of towels."

Dutifully, I went to her linen closet and got two towels. As I turned back toward the shower, it occurred to me that I might get a peek through the glass shower, but she took really steamy showers. With the steam, I saw even less than before. I whispered, "Shit!"

"I heard that. You know the only thing you get to look at tonight are these," as she leaned against the glass of the shower, pressing her breasts to it. As they flattened out, I got a nice view of her nipples and areola. Her breasts looked twice their normal size.

She stepped out of the shower with one of the towels wrapped around her head like a turban. The other was around her body, held up by one corner tucked inside tightly at the top, just over her breasts. I wished I had gotten a smaller towel, but this one made a very short dress. I could see her legs from just below her crotch downward. She was awesome.

I was staring at her, my pecker throbbing, and breathing heavily. She had a look of pity as she shook her head, "Poor thing. You've really got it bad don't you?"

I groaned, "Yes."

"OK, you can take care of yourself in there," she ordered as she opened the door to her shower.

I reached for the door to close it behind me, but she had a hand on it and held it open. "No, I'm going to watch, and you'll need to angle the shower head so you don't splash water all over my floor."

I complied and grumbled, "I didn't get to watch you!" and started the shower with my shorts on. It was embarrassing to shower naked for her to watch, but the idea of her watching me jerking off was worse.

She stopped me, "Do you always shower in your underwear?"

"You want me naked?" After the way she had fondled, jerked, and squeezed me until I went off in my shorts, it wasn't such a big deal. "Heck. Why not?" and slid my underwear down off my ass and over my erection. It bobbed up and down several times, as it emerged from my shorts. Then I slid them to the floor and stepped out of them, naked.

I turned my back to her and grabbed my equipment, ready for relief.

"No, not that way. I said I want to watch!"

I released myself, not wanting her to watch me masturbating, sighed and turned to face her, my erection pointed up at her face.

"That's a nice one," as she reached in and with the tip of her fingers pushed it down and watched it spring back. She had the tip of her thumb in her mouth lightly biting down on it. Her lips drew back in a devious grin. At this moment, she reminded me of a shark.

I trembled each time her fingers pushed at the tip of my dick and she said, "You're definitely going to need some relief before we get pizza." With that she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing member and pumped it several times.

Suddenly I had visions of heaven. She was going to jack me off right here in the shower. God was I ready, and then she stopped.

"OK, you need to take over from here. You do know how to do this don't you?"

"Fuck, s*s. You're really going to watch?" I already knew the answer and grabbed myself and began to jerk. I knew the moves better than s*s did from years of practice, but it felt like a poor second compared to the feel of her hand. When it came to the motions, she wasn't very good at it, but it was amazing how much better her hand felt than mine.

She saw the look on my face as I approached the finish line and leaned in and picked up my wet underclothes and d****d them on the end of my pecker. "You better not get a drop of cum in my shower. I have to stand in there barefooted."

Her eyes locked on mine, "Baby brother, you've had a lot more practice at that than you should. It's sad." Between the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, I could almost believe she was sympathetic.

She handed me a towel and I dried myself off and headed for my room. As I walked past her, something soft landed on my shoulder, "Here's your bra. You'll need it tonight."

I was pathetic, getting ready to go get pizza with my sister while wearing one of her bras. How desperate could you get? Maybe we could use the drive through and eat in the truck, but I knew that would never happen.

That sister I told you was so nice earlier. Well, she was starting to feel more like the Punisher.

But then things picked up. From her bedroom, "Hurry up and get dressed. I need your help to decide what to wear for my end of the bargain. I'll lay a few things out and you can help me decide."

"Really?" My freshly jerked pecker twitched and again showed signs of life. This whole thing was hard to comprehend. Was she really going to show me her breasts while we ate pizza? If she did, I'd probably be so far gone I'd have to jerk off in the pizza places bathroom. Who was I k**ding? She'd probably do it to me under the table in my shorts again.

Despite my misgivings, I was standing at her bedside in no time, ever the optimist I guess. She was just emerging from the closet wearing a really short skirt and nothing else. I didn't know she had one that short.

She looked at me with a big smile as I swallowed hard a couple of times. I was gawking at her, drooling pre-cum into my underwear. She was gorgeous and practically naked.

Knowing very little of practical value about girls, I had no idea what to do with s*s, but I desperately wanted to do something. That message was being relayed loud and clear from just below my waist.

There were several things stacked on her bed. She grabbed the one on top. It was red and looked way too small. I was expecting something that resembled a blouse; sleeves, arm holes, buttons, zipper, or something. It had none of these. She put her hands through it and then pull the red thing down over her arms, head, and then shoulders. Apparently it was a one size fits all and could stretch a lot. With a little squirming, she slid it down over her breasts. I could see her nipples outlined in the tight elastic fabric. They were nice, and my dick throbbed in response.

She giggled as I stared at her breasts. "You like tube tops?"

"Uh huh," was all I could get out.

"Let's see what you think of the other two," and wriggled out of the tube top and picked up something that looked like a cross between a bra and a vest. She put it on. The cups were large enough to hide her breasts, but if you didn't hook the little elastic strap across the front, it would hang open. Nice. I could see promise in this, and I couldn't wait for the pizza parlor.

"What else have you got?" I asked. Curiosity was killing me. Could it get any better?

She was wearing a devilish smile as she picked up the final candidate. I think she left this one for last on purpose. It wasn't the first time I'd seen this top. It was a shear smoky black see through thing. When I'd seen it in the past, she had a swim suit top under it or a regular blouse. To demonstrate, she held it up in front of her like she would a blouse at the mall. I could count the little bumps around her nipples.

I could barely speak, "I'll take... that one."

She pulled it on and it was amazing. There were her breasts like they were behind glass. I'd never seen real breasts before. It was like she wasn't wearing anything.

With her top selected, "Put your bra on and you'll want a shirt and light jacket unless you want everyone to see your bra."

She watched as I tried to put on her bra. I wasn't sure how girls got into these things. It was tight. s*s had nice breasts, but her chest just wasn't that large. She snickered as I maneuvered the unfamiliar garment. She helped me adjust the straps, but even so it was still pretty tight. This had the potential to be really humiliating.

She followed me to my room and asked, "May I use your letter Jacket?"

I went to my closet and got my letter jacket. It was longer than her skirt making her look like she wasn't wearing anything under it. It was a hot look and showed off a great pair of legs.

"God s*s, what are you trying to do to me?" My balls ached from my near permanent state of arousal for the past couple of hours.

She looked at me, feigning pity, and said, "You said this was what you wanted so I'm giving it to you. Besides, I have big plans for you baby brother, and we need to quit calling each other s*s and baby brother. That's probably going to sound weird on our date. From now on, we need to call each other by our names. I'll call you Tyler, and you can call me Katy."

She'd been right of course. It would be better if people didn't think I was staring at my sister's breasts and I knew I would be. In that top, who else would be staring at them? I was uneasy about that question. Most likely every guy in the place.

Dressed and with the name thing settled, "s*s... I mean Katy, what did you mean you had big plans for me?"

"I'll tell you about it while we're eating. Can you look up a decent pizza place on your phone that is way far from home? I don't think I want to meet anyone we know."

I found a Barros on the north loop of 202. It would take 30-45 minutes to get there from our place. Surely that was far enough. Most of mom and dad's working friends didn't know us very well, and it was way too far to worry about seeing our neighbors or friends.

Dad had left us the keys to his truck. As we approached, it s*s slipped her hand into mine, "Be a gentleman and get the door for me."

Her hand felt nice. I could get into this date thing, even if it was with my sister. There was a feeling of excitement and I wondered if everyone who goes on a date felt it.

When I got to the truck, I clicked the fob to unlock the passenger door and opened it for her. Dad's truck was a big Ford he used to tow our boat. It was so high that there was no easy way for s*s, who was 5'4", to get into it. It was a high step for me and I was almost a foot taller than s*s. She raised her foot to climb in, but it was too high. Of course, it did show off her thighs. My jacket and her skirt rode up far enough to show off her white silk panties.

She turned to me with a pixie smile. "Well, I guess I'm going to need a lift," and took my hands and placed them on her hips and then placed her hands on my shoulders. I lifted her up and slid her butt back on the leather seat.

As she slid into place on the seat, her knees parted and I could see all the way to her white panties. She left me staring for what was seemed like 30 seconds. She smiled as she spread them a little wider. It was hard to tell but she seemed to be enjoying showing off for me.

I could see all the way up her thighs. She wasn't wearing hose, so it was s*s's bare skin. I had never thought much about the difference between bare skin and panty hose. This was enough for me to know that I preferred bare skin. I could just see the crotch of her panties. They appeared to be wet. I wasn't sure why they would be wet.

Sounding impatient, she urged, "Hurry up and get in. If I get any hungrier, I'm going to get cranky." Had her words slurred a bit? Did she say hungrier or hornier? Since we were headed for pizza, it must have been hungrier, or at least my brain was expecting that, but I'm not sure that is what my ears heard.

I understood hungry perfectly well. When it came to horny, I was a little vague. Whatever she said, I didn't want her to get cranky. It had already been a hard day.

As I pulled out of the drive way, she asked, "Can you drive with one hand?" as she grabbed my right wrist and pulled my hand from the steering wheel. "Time for a lesson in control," and pulled my hand down between her legs to rest on her left inner thigh a few inches below her skirt which had all but disappeared.

"It's OK. You can play my leg."

She didn't have to tell me twice. The truck wiggled in its lane as my hand immediately began slipping up her thigh toward her panties. Her thighs clamped down on my hand and she said, "I didn't say you could touch that. You can get close but don't touch! If you do, I'll make you pay and you know I can. And focus. Don't get us killed. You're all over the road."

It took a force of will, but I got a grip and tried to focus on staying in the two lanes as s*s requested. I kept my eyes focused on the road ahead, mostly, and my hand began to gently rub her thigh. I think I felt her body tremble and heard a nearly inaudible moan escape from s*s. Her body tensed, emphasizing well-muscled legs. Lust aside, I couldn't help but admire her bodies condition. From time to time, she squirmed as if she was uncomfortable. My hand rarely left s*s's thigh during the drive.

Shortly, s*s placed a hand on my thigh and began rubbing. Unlike me, she didn't stop when she got close to my junk. Apparently, the no touching rule was just for me. She slid her hand until it was crowding my sore balls further back against my crotch. I licked my lips and swallowed several times as her hand pressed against me.

I said, "Hey, that's not fair. I didn't get to touch you."

"Well, you wanted to play this game and you know I make the rules," as she pushed her hand even harder against my junk.

"This is your first important rule. When you are with a girl, she makes the rules about touching her body. No matter how much you want to touch, if she says NO, you can't. If she say YES, you can... unless she changes her mind, and she has a right to do that, no matter how far you've gone."

My balls were aching, and I was feeling so much tension in my member that I moaned, "What about me? Can I say no?"

"Of course. This works for the guy too. Do you want to say no?" and as she asked, she rubbed the edge of her hand up and down my erection several times.

"No, but I can't go in the pizza place this way. If you keep doing that, I'll mess my pants again. I can't go in looking that way with all those people around," I protested. "I can pull over here and take care of myself. I can't take much more of this... Please?"

Tenderly, "No, Tyler. You can't stop by the road side. If you do, someone may stop to see if we need help, and I don't think we want any help with this," and she rubbed my crotch gently.

With what sounded like affection, she said, "It's OK. I'll take care of you. Just don't run us out of the road. This will be a little distracting."

With that, her hands slid to my zipper and belt, and suddenly I was unzipped and my pants were open. I felt her fingers reach inside my underwear and wrap around me. She said, "Where's dad's box of tissues? I'll need to catch this."

There weren't any tissues in the truck. With nothing to catch with, I was starting to think I'd have to go straight for the men's room and hope there was an empty stall where I could take care of myself.

She looked at me and grinned, "Don't' worry. I told you I'd take care of you," as she leaned against the seat, arched her back and raised her rump enough to allow her to reach up under her skirt. In a flash, her panties were sliding down over her knees and then off her feet. "I told you I'd take care of you!" as she d****d her panties over the head of my member.

I couldn't help but stare at s*s's thighs and the intriguing V where her legs ended and her upper body began. I could just barely see pubic hair deep in the V between her legs.

"OK, baby brother. Eyes on the road. That is not the favor I'm doing for you tonight." I swallowed and faced the road as her hand began ministering to my needs.

Even in my lust addled condition, it registered that if she did this, she wouldn't have any panties to wear and her skirt was really, really short. I could barely believe the words that came out of my mouth, "s*s, stop. You won't have any panties and... well, that skirt is too short for you to be naked down there. I can just go to the bathroom."

"I thought you'd like it. Don't I look good?"

"No, that's not it. You're beautiful and I want to see all of you, but I don't want everyone else to see you, not down there, and not your breasts."

"Hmmm. That almost sounded mature, and a little jealous. You're making progress, but don't worry about me. No one is going to see anything I don't want them to see, and that includes you. I can cross my legs and I do have your letter jacket."

In the short time this conversation had taken, s*s had continued to jack me off. With each stroke, my arousal increased, until the only thing I could focus on was what her hand was doing to me. My hips involuntarily began to thrust with the strokes of her hand. My pulse must have been 200, and I was groaning in anticipation. s*s had been right. This was distracting. Without noticing it, I had let the speed of the truck drop from 65 to 40.

"I'm... I'm... I'm going... to cum," and then my erection began contracting, spewing cum into her panties." She wrapped both hands around the panties to ensure that nothing leaked out. Her panties were a squishy mess by the time my contractions subsided.

When I was finished, she took the panties between thumb and forefinger, made a face like she was holding something icky, and looked for a temporary storage spot. This turned out to be a pocket in the passenger side door.

All the tension had just squirted out my body and into s*s's panties. At that moment, it was hard to believe how much affection and gratitude I felt towards my sister. On impulse, I reached my hand around her head and pulled her toward me. I pointed her face to mine and leaned in, too quickly for her to object, and kissed her on the lips. For a couple of seconds, she pressed her lips against mine.

Then, as if catching herself, she pulled away and her chest heaved a couple of times, "OK, that's enough. That's tomorrow's lesson." She looked a bit flushed and for some reason, her nipples seemed to be standing out more than usual, a lot more.

Then, in a conversational voice, "You know. It's hard to believe girls like that stuff shot in their pussies, their mouths, over their breasts, and elsewhere."

I had never thought about s*s in a sexual way, at least not until a couple hours ago, and her comments shocked and intrigued me. Suddenly a stream of questions came to mind. It was embarrassing trying to articulate them to s*s, but I had to ask.

"I guess... maybe someone has... squirted their stuff in... your... pussy before?" I finally managed to get it out. Pussy came out as barely a whisper. The rest was easier, but not by much. "Have you ever jacked off anyone else before?" For some odd perverted reason, I was hoping that maybe I could be first, at least in some way, but I knew that s*s had experience with sex. Certainly more than I did. Of course, that didn't mean much since I had none. The questions kept coming. "And you mentioned in their mouths. Did anyone ever... do it... in your mouth... or did anyone ever cum on your breasts? And you mentioned elsewhere. Where is... elsewhere?"

Cutting off the conversation, "There's Barros on the right. You're going to have to wait for any answers I decide to give you. Those are very personal questions and I'm not sure you're ready for the answers, or that you're entitled to them. Besides, we have another conversation for tonight."

As we walked in, Katy took my hand and laced her fingers in mine and said, "We're supposed to be on a date. We need to act like it."

I really didn't have any experience with dates, period, let alone a date with my sister. I'd been around enough fast food hangouts on date night with my buddies. But we didn't have the nerve to ask a girl to go with us. It was always just guys. I'd seen a few things, but was I supposed to do those things with s*s? Some of those guys got slapped. Did this mean the moratorium on touching was off? She hadn't said so, and she seemed pretty pissed when I tried earlier.

I was confused. I didn't know what s*s wanted me to do. I didn't even know what I wanted to do. But I did know that whatever I did, it would be so, so wrong! I felt like a pervert and completely inadequate for this date. The porn videos I'd seen on the internet didn't contain anything that would be useful tonight. Did real people do that stuff?

We waited by the register to be seated. Katy had an arm around my waist and was leaning tight against me. She was getting into this date role. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against me and the squeeze of her hand. The squeeze was strong but her skin was smooth and soft. I started to tenderly rub the back of her hand with my thumb. As I did, she pressed against me a little harder.

She looked up at me approvingly and said, "Now you're catching on!" She had an affectionate smile on her face which did all kinds of things to me emotionally.

I had never experienced the feelings I was having now. It was ridiculous, but at this moment, I would have stood there with her against me all night. The attraction I felt was the most powerful feeling I had ever had, and I was aroused; visibly aroused. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about what anyone might see; just s*s by my side.

We were interrupted by the arrival of our waitress. s*s followed her with me in tow.

She asked our waitress if she had someplace where we could have privacy. Our waitress looked me over, up and down, pausing momentarily as she caught sight of my bulge, and grinned at s*s. We ended up seated in a booth.

s*s went to the back of the booth and I slid in facing her on the same side. As she moved to the back corner of the booth, I got an almost unobstructed view of s*s's private area. It was uncanny how she managed to show almost everything, but in the end, nothing. Still, it had its effect on me.

We needed to talk. What was s*s doing? What did she expect me to do or not do? And most important, why was she doing it? I really needed to know why.

Something else kept floating around the back of my mind. s*s had said we had 9 days! Did she plan on doing this to me the entire time mom and dad were gone? I wasn't sure I could take all the jerking around, figuratively and literally, for 9 days. I was already so wound up by her that I wasn't sure how long my dick would last. Even when it had gone down, it hadn't gone completely down. It stayed half stiff. I was getting pretty sore. It'd probably fall off before mom and dad were back.

s*s licked her lips and looked a little tentative. I'd seen a lot of looks from s*s today, but this was the first time she didn't seem quite sure of herself. She tugged at my hand lightly and said, "Come over close, real close. Like we're on a romantic date. I need to explain things to you."

I scooted until I was looking down on her face, which was maybe 6 inches from mine. A little lower, her breasts, underneath the smoky transparent top, were exposed by the open letter jacket.

The person I saw looking back at me was my loving sister. The one I knew from before all this started. She put a hand to the side of my cheek. At this moment, I didn't see any sign of the perverted crazy person who had spent the afternoon driving me insane.

It wasn't all s*s. If you examined the situation, you might have thought that I was the real pervert; checking out my sister's ass and body, wearing her bra because I didn't have the will power to do the right thing, and when I could have stopped it, should have stopped it, I chose not to. I was definitely the pervert in the family! "s*s," I started.

She put a finger to my lips and leaned close and whispered, "Katy. I'm Katy, your hot date tonight." She was right about that. She was hot. The hottest, most desirable girl I'd ever seen and my conscience told me that this was all wrong.

I started over, "Katy, I'm so sorry for doing this to you. I wish I'd never seen you on the steps. I'm ashamed of myself. I just couldn't seem to stop."

Then she leaned in again, but this time, instead of saying anything, she gave me a small kiss on the lips, like a mother might kiss a young c***d. It was not sexual, nothing but love.

"Do you think it was an accident that you saw me on the steps in my panties earlier? It wasn't. I had been planning that for weeks. All I had to do was wait until you came home and get on the steps with my laundry."

I was shocked. She had set me up. "Why? You're in college. You're a real woman. You know all about sex. Why would you want to do any of this with me? I don't even know what to do with you."

"That's your answer. Do you realize that this time next year, you'll be going to college? I watched you all summer and I never once saw you with a girl or even talking to one." She sounded concerned.

"You've got everything going for you Tyler. You just haven't figured it out. You need a push and I'm the only one who can do it for you."

"Why didn't you just tell me instead of doing all of this? It's been... torture. You're driving me nuts." I was feeling used and aggravated at her.

"Tyler, if I had tried to discuss this with you, you'd have told me I was a crazy pervert and that would have been the end of it. You'd hate me. No, I needed to be sure you wouldn't refuse. I wouldn't be able to help you if you refused. Please don't hate me and please, please don't think you're a pervert. I couldn't stand either of those." She was pleading, and her eyes were tearing up.

"Si... Katy, you know I could never hate you," and I pulled her over against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around her holding her to me. My shirt got damp as she silently shed tears on my shoulder.

"You really think this kind of... help is what I need? I'm not sure it's working. All I can tell is I'm acting like a perverted looser who can't stop thinking about his..." and I leaned in closer and whispered, "sister."

"You're not a loser, Tyler, and everything that I've done to you up to this point, all the torture, was just to get you here with me right now. If it didn't work, next year, you'd have gone off to college still not knowing anything about girls. You wouldn't have a clue what to do when some girl let you play with her boobs, or even worse, if she wanted to share herself with you? I've seen guys fail classes and drop out their first semester because they weren't emotionally ready to handle it. I need my baby brother to be prepared."

I could see that telling me this had been heartfelt and emotional for her. I wrapped both arms around her and held her, feeling the need to comfort my older sister who was willing to risk anything to make sure her baby brother was going to be OK.

I always knew I could count on s*s. If I needed a k**ney or something, s*s would have been there. But this was different. You get medals and articles in the paper when you give someone a k**ney. What s*s was doing now would never get her a medal. If she were lucky, only she and I would ever know what she was doing for me. If anyone found out, she certainly wouldn't be getting a medal. Mom and dad would probably disown her and she would likely be an outcast from her friends.

It's strange how differently I felt about what s*s had done to me today. What she had done didn't change, but knowing why turned torture into an act of love.

I hugged her to me, "Thank you Katy. I love you."

She pressed her body closer to me, "I love you too, Tyler."

Our waitress came to the table, "Sorry to bother you. Are you two OK? You looked pretty intense. I was trying not to interrupt, but my manager told me I needed to take you order."

I looked over at s*s, "She'd like a large Kona and we'll take a pitcher of coke." I would have preferred the Mega Meat but s*s's favorite was the Kona, and after what she had just told me, whatever she wanted was good enough for me.

"I'll have that out for you in a few minutes," and she retreated to the kitchen leaving us alone once again.

s*s put both arms around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. I felt her lips part slightly followed by her tongue pushing against my lips seeking admission. If she wanted in, I couldn't refuse. This was unknown territory for me but I knew it called for more than I was doing so I pushed my mouth to hers and felt our teeth bump together. In the process, I must have pinched her lip between our teeth and I tasted a hint of blood, s*s's blood.

I pulled away and started to apologize but s*s was laughing and said, "Tomorrow, your education really starts. We'll be working on Kissing 101. Now, come back over here, but just not quite as enthusiastic."

There is something incredibly hot about French kissing your sister, and in public to boot. I think it must have to do with the fact that she was my sister, and it was totally taboo. It might also have to do with the fact that it was the first real boy-girl kiss I'd ever had and she used her tongue on me.

A few minutes later, our waitress came back carrying a tray with a pitcher of coke, a couple of mugs, and our pizza and announced from a few discreet feet away, "Here's your pizza. I'm glad you two worked things out."

Hearing our waitress, we parted a few inches. I blushed like I'd just been caught doing something wrong, which I had, and s*s said, "I think we're going to be OK now," giving me a tiny smile as she looked into my eyes and landed another small peck on my lips.

As our waitress left, s*s leaned close to my ear and said, "I think we've been forgetting something. Put your arm around me." As I did so, her smoky see through blouse exposed her right breast. Her left hand crossed over her body and came to rest on my hand, forcing it towards her breast.

"s*s... Katy, I don't have to. I'm not worried about the deal." As I said this I could feel her nipple poking into the palm of my hand. It was a lot harder than I'd expected. I could really feel it and it was standing up a half inch or so. Both of them were standing up. They weren't like that the first time I'd seen them today. When it comes to s*s's breasts, my memory is pretty clear even if my thinking isn't.

"Go ahead. You can feel it. You've been so sweet and I've been so hard on you, you're entitled to a little reward, but be gentle. They're not a piece of football equipment and they've gotten pretty sensitive."

"You won't think I'm a pervert for playing with your breast?"

"Of course not. Tonight, I'm your date and I'm telling you it's OK to play with my boobs. Try them out. See what they feel like. You have my permission."

With her hand still gently pushing my palm against her breast, I gave in, and began to caress it followed by exploring that hard little nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I did, her eyes closed and her body snuggled up against mine even closer, and I heard that little moan I thought I'd heard earlier. Her breathing had become irregular and heavy accompanied by a slight tremble that went through her body with each squeeze or pressure I applied to her nice orange sized breast with the hard little bump on it.

"I can see why the guys on the football team call them fun bags," I said.

To this, s*s retorted, "Hey, don't use derogatory terms like that when talking about me, or any girl. But I do agree, they are fun, and this is going to be a lot harder than I thought."

I continued to fondle and s*s continued to quietly moan and now she squirmed a little like she was uncomfortable. "Katy, are you alright? And what is going to be harder than you thought? Are your breasts OK? They... well, the nipples seem bigger and harder than they were."

"Have a slice of pizza before it gets cold," as she pulled off two slices. One she put in my free hand and then she took a small bite of her slice. With my hand on s*s's breast, the first one I'd ever touched, she could have fed me a slice of cardboard and I would have eaten it without even noticing.

With pizza in her hand, her breast and pizza in my hands, s*s continued to explain herself, "I've been planning this for half the summer; what I needed to do for you. I thought it would be like tutoring k**s in science when I was in high school. I could just make a list of what you needed to.... uh... to know about, like a class syllabus. By the end of the week, we would have worked our way through the list and you'd know all you needed to know about girls and sex."

She made a gesture of wiping her hands, and said, "It'd be nice and tidy. Mom and dad would get back, you'd be Tyler 2.0 and ready to get on with your life, and you and I'd go back to normal, but now I'm not so sure."

"So, what's wrong with that plan? Now that I know you're not tormenting me for some kind of perverted pleasure, whatever you think I need, is OK with me."

Suddenly unable to meet my eyes, she began to tell me what was wrong with the plan, "I'm what's wrong with the plan. You're my brother and I'm scared to death that this week will ruin that. I knew exactly how you'd react. What I didn't expect was how I'd react to you, Tyler. I thought I'd be the teacher in sex education; completely detached, just giving you the facts."

"Well, isn't that what you're doing?"

"You're getting the facts, but I'm not detached. You asked about my nipples being hard. They were, and it's a sign. It means that my body is responding to you, sexually. You've got me turned on, Tyler, a lot. That wasn't part of my plan. Now, I'm starting to feel like a pervert getting ready to jump my own brother. If I didn't see this coming, maybe it was all a really, really bad idea."

It may seem odd, but after s*s's revelation and her obvious emotional turmoil, I felt better. Girls were still a complete mystery to me. I didn't want it that way, but until this afternoon, I figured it would always be that way. Now, s*s had just told me that I turned her on. She had no idea what a seismic event that revelation was for me. If I turned on a fox like s*s, suddenly I felt I might have a chance with any girl I wanted! I couldn't let her bail on me now.

"s*s, you're already helping me. I never dreamed that I could turn on a girl like you. You're so far out of my league. You're giving me confidence and you're teaching me stuff. Like, when a girls says NO, it means NO. The girl is always in charge and I should be respectful and not just thinking of myself. I need you teach me. I really need it." It wasn't very well said, but I was desperate.

I didn't mention the jumping her brother thing although that thought was bouncing around inside my head like a cue ball during the break. Dumb as I was about girls, some instinct kept me from saying anything about that. We were both a bit sensitive about that but I was getting over it fast!

With a soft laugh, she rubbed her hand against my crotch a couple of times and said, "OK, let's get a doggie box and go home. We've got a busy week ahead of us."

On the ride home, s*s took off the jacket. It was incredible. I caressed her breast all the way home. She purred and squirmed as I played. Now I knew why.

One time I tried to move to her thigh, but as soon as my hand got within an inch of the prize, she clamped her legs together and extracted a promise from me.

"Tyler, I can't take that. I can barely stand your hand on my breast. I won't be able to stop myself if I let you do that and you're not ready. It would keep you from learning so many other things, so promise me you won't try that again until I tell you that it's OK, and please don't push me. I know how bad you want to but I'm begging you not to. You have to help me with this. OK?"

"Sure, Katy. I meant it when I told you I'd do whatever you want." I trusted s*s's judgment, and she was pleading. At that point, I don't think I could have refused anything she asked.

When we got home, s*s immediately said she was tired and going to bed. She didn't give any instructions about not relieving myself so the first thing I did was go to my bathroom and jerk furiously and as quietly as I could.

When I finished, I heard low muffled sounds from s*s's room. Ordinarily I might have ignored it, but tonight I was feeling really close to my sister and was concerned that she might be sick or something.

I called across the hall, "s*s, are you OK? Do you need anything?"

From across the hall, "Unh... no... mmm OK."

"You sure? You don't sound good."

"Christ, Tyler! I'm just trying to do what you just did IN PEACE. I didn't interrupt you. Now go to sleep and let me finish."

I had sex dreams all night. s*s figured prominently in them.

The next morning, s*s woke me up at 6 AM and said, "Come on. I'll fix you an omelet at the Good Egg."

I didn't object as she watched me shower and I didn't have to be asked to turn the shower head so I didn't dump water all over her floor. I was erect before I got undressed. When I finished, she repeated the swatting at my stiff shaft as she had last time, giggling all the while, watching it bob up and down.

Once again, she didn't let me watch her. I guess she had some higher purpose, or knowing s*s she could have just been fucking with me. Sweet s*s was not above having fun at my expense.

If this was to be our morning routine, I could definitely get used to it. Well, except for the fact that she reminded that I needed my bra. For me it meant a light jacket over top of a t-shirt over top of the bra. At least I could cover myself if I needed it. For her part of the deal, she put on the little tube top covered by a short denim jacket and completed the outfit with a pair or short shorts. With jacket open, she was showing a ton of skin and where she wasn't showing skin, not much was left to the imagination.

By the time we were out of the house and in the truck, the temperature was already in the 90s and we were both sweating. She might survive in her outfit as she had a lot of skin exposed to the air. I wasn't sure I would. That damned bra was HOT. I couldn't see how girls wore them in the summer around here. Maybe they didn't. I'd have to be more observant.

"Look s*s, I don't think I can handle this bra. I'll have a heat stroke. I'm OK if we ignore the deal when we are out of the house. Would that be OK?" I pleaded.

s*s wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and 5 minutes later we were leaving the house the second time, no bra and no tube top.

I was dressed as I would have normally; t-shirt, shorts, and a hard on. This was getting to be a common look for me. I might never wear a shirt tucked in again.

s*s teased, "You're really getting casual. Don't you ever tuck your shirts anymore?"

Annoyed and still embarrassed at the nearly constant bulge in my pants, "Christ s*s, you know I can't do that if you're going to look that way." At this, she looked pleased.

s*s had discarded the tube top and jacket in favor of a button up blouse with a lot of buttons unbuttoned and a knot tied just below her breasts; no bra. She looked great and with all the buttons she had not buttoned, her breasts were practically on display. She was still holding up her end of the bargain nicely.

"s*s, you let me off so I figured you didn't have to either," as I lifted her into the passenger seat of the truck again. I made a point of looking for her nipples. Through the thin material of her blouse, I could just make out the darker circles around her nipples. The last thing I checked was from her knees to the crotch of those short pants. Awesome!

Still uncertain about the female anatomy, at least as far as arousal was concerned, I asked, "s*s, your nipples... they're standing up aren't they? Does that mean what it did yesterday? Are you?"

"Alright Romeo, yes, it means the same as it did last night. I'm turned on. So what? You still seem to have a bulge in your pants. Now quit staring at my tits long enough to get me something to eat."

As I settled into the driver's seat, I d****d my arm over her shoulder, pulled her toward me, and as I had last night, slid my hand inside her blouse, this time feeling the soft warm flesh of her breast surrounding that nice hard little symbol of my ability to arouse her.

"Mmmm, you're starting to get the hang of that," as she leaned closer against me. Her right hand slid over and explored my crotch until it found my shaft. She wrapped fingers around me through my pants and said, "Turnabout is fair play," and gave me a couple of small strokes.

I grunted in pleasure and said, "In a... few minutes... I'll need... you to stop." I was struggling for control hoping I could hold off the inevitable or that s*s would stop when I asked, which I soon did. She gave me a hard squeeze and a couple of strokes for good measure which almost sent me over the edge.

I complained, "It's unfair. When a guy gets turned on, everyone can see it. All a girl gets is hard pokey nipples. If you're wearing a bra, no one will even see it." It was a small rant, and I remembered her treatment last night in mom's bathroom. "And when a guy gets turned on, he gets this huge mess in his underwear and a big smelly wet spot in the crotch of his pants which everybody sees. If we're lucky, they'll think we peed ourselves."

"You poor thing. Guys aren't the only ones with problems. Girls swell up down there too and it gets uncomfortable; just like you do. And guys aren't the only ones that get sticky messes in their pants either. Do you know what it's like to wear a pair of wet slimy panties after you've been turned on all night and to wonder if everyone in the pizza place who gets near you can smell your pussy? And now you're doing it to me again!"

Suddenly, I was feeling extremely guilty; enough that the swelling in my pants went down like a flat tire. It had all been about me, my needs, my discomfort, my embarrassment. It never occurred to me to think about what I might be doing to s*s. I realized how little I knew about how s*s was feeling. If she felt half what I was feeling, she was in bad shape too.

Between the realization and the guilt, I immediately withdrew my hand from her blouse to avoid heaping more discomfort on her and began apologizing, "I'm sorry s*s. I had no idea it was like that for you. I wasn't thinking."

s*s admonished me, "Put your hand back there. I was enjoying that. I didn't mean to lecture you, but you were whining. It's not very attractive. That was supposed to be another lesson for you; that you'll get farther with girls if you spend more time worrying about them and less about yourself. If you do, they'll take care of you! Now pretty please, play with my boob some more." By the end, s*s's tone had softened.

I studied s*s's face as I slid my hand back down her blouse to cover her breast looking for any sign that she was uncomfortable. What I felt pressing against the palm of my hand eased my concerns. Her nipple was still hard as a small stone. With my palm just touching the nipple, I moved my hand to rotate the tip of the nipple in a small circles and was rewarded with a deep exhalation of breath from s*s as she leaned forward to push her entire breast into my hand and I began gently massaging it.

s*s cooed, "You don't know what that's doing to me, Tyler, and no, it isn't bad," and snuggled closer. The goofy little grin on her face was enough to tell me that she really was enjoying what I was doing for her. I was surprised to find that giving s*s this pleasure was as exciting to me as what she had done for me, at least most things she had done for me.

Breakfast at the Good Egg was much less private than the pizza place had been. We sat in a booth and were limited mostly to eating our omelets with hands on thighs although s*s managed to rub the bulge in my pants a couple of times. I had the usual restrictions on the thigh touching and no breast play at all. After last night's discussion, I didn't complain.

A few minutes after leaving the Good Egg, we were back on the drive way. Eager to have my hands back around s*s' waist, I rushed around the truck to get the door and help her down.

s*s swung her legs around pointing her knees toward me and said, "Remember I told you that we swell down there too?" She spread here knees wide and leaned back, exposing the crotch of her short shorts inviting me to have a look.

She hadn't worn these pants in two years and they were stretched tight over her precious equipment. "What do you see? Do you remember how it looked this morning before we left? I know you were looking."

What I saw was my first camel toe. She was right. It hadn't looked like this earlier. The crotch of her pants had been snug and nice to look at, for sure, but nothing like this. Now, the thick seam which ran down the center of the crotch of her pants was half buried between two rounded looking small bulging mounds that hadn't been their earlier.

Without thinking, like a quick draw artist, my hand found its way to the center of s*s's camel toe. I stuck out my index finger and rubbed it up and down the seam several times quickly, as I said, "God Katy, that's amazing! Does it hurt or anything?"

In the first instant when she felt my finger stroking the seam of her pants, her hips thrust forward ever so slightly toward my finger but she quickly recovered and slapped my hand hard and ordered me, "Stop that. It's not time for that yet," and let out a low moan.

With a pleased look on her face, she said, "You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you. Help me down baby brother," as she put her knees together.

With that small success, I grabbed her securely on each side of her waist and hoisted her from the truck. She felt good in my hands.

Walking into the house, she said, "Time to get ready for Kissing 101" and undid her blouse and was once again topless and clad in that very miniscule pair of pants. She was showing so much skin I had a hard time deciding what to stare at. In the end, her breasts won out.

She retrieved the bra which I had dropped earlier and handed it to me. "This is yours."

In the privacy of home, I wasn't as anxious about putting it on. It would just be me and s*s, a small price to pay.

At 9:45 AM, class was in session.

She explained, "First, we'll start with the just friends kiss, like this," and she gave me a peck on the cheek, "or on the lips like this," and just brushed her lips on mine. "These will be from girls that don't know you, or how far they want to go with you, and you'll have some dates where you'll want to use one of these kisses as well. If you don't get a signal, this is as far as you should go. Now you try it."

I leaned over and gave her a tiny little kiss on the forehead and then quickly leaned down for the kiss I'd been wanting since last night; a nice big wet kiss on the lips, with enthusiasm.

s*s said, "Hold it! I didn't give you a signal."

I grinned sheepishly, "I'm sure I felt one," and leaned in again. This time s*s signaled with a slight parting of her lips, which was all I needed. We remained, lips locked together, with arms around each other and s*s's body d****d on mine like a second skin as our bodies writhed with mounting heat.

At 10:00 AM, the doorbell rang.

I mumbled through the wet kiss, "Ignore it!"

Thirty seconds later it rang again, but this time whoever it was leaned on it for twenty seconds.

"Shit! What asshole would be ringing our doorbell at 10 on Saturday morning?" Then a forgotten memory surfaced. "Oh fuck! It's Tommy and Billy. We're supposed swim today. Crap."

By now the spell was broken for both of us. With perverse pleasure, Katy said, "OK, you need to get the door and you better get a shirt on over your BRA. You don't get off the hook this time! I'm going up stairs to get presentable."

"Oh shit. Where's that shirt?" as I started trying to remember where I'd dropped it this morning after my reprieve.

The doorbell went off again and this time I heard Tommy yelling, "COME ON Tyler. We know you're in there. Don't just leave us standing out here in the sun."

"Keep your pants on" I yelled back, "I'll be there in a second." Fortunately, I had located the t-shirt. As I headed for the door I looked down and realized the damned t-shirt was next to worthless. I looked like the twelve year old from next door in her training bra.

I was shaking my head as I opened the door for Tommy and Billy.

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To be continued.