Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 67 Mind Games with Donna
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Monday, April 18, 2005
I awoke feeling fully rested. Good, two nights of only five hours of sleep and no problems so far. A quick look outside let me see that it wasn't raining, so I put on my running gear and waited outside the girls' room.
I half-expected Donna to sleep in, guessing that Carol might have kept her awake too long last night, but I heard movement and a couple of minutes later Donna emerged.
She closed the door behind her, then whispered to me, "Carol's not coming with us. Last night she said she needed to catch up on her sleep."
She'd had late nights almost every night for the last week, so I wasn't surprised. I nodded and turned to head out.
Donna walked behind me, whispering, "I'm very sorry I argued with you last night." She stopped talking while we passed Mom and Dad's bedroom door, then resumed, "Carol told me off pretty good for being in such a hurry."
I just listened as we walked outside and started stretching. I particularly enjoyed hearing, "I'll do whatever you say from now on."
I would have been quite happy to end the conversation right there, as it couldn't get any better for me, but Donna needed reassurance and it wouldn't do any harm to reinforce the lessons. So while we started our jogging I spoke, "I like doing things with you: 'goofing off', as we call it. Playing basketball or other sports, running some mornings, and whatever else. All those things are fun and you're a nice girl to do them with. Sex can be fun too - it can be a HUGE amount of fun - but it's also a huge amount of serious. They couldn't send me to jail for playing basketball with you, but they sure could for having sex with you. They WOULD send me to jail if they knew, so we have to be very careful. You understand that, don't you?"
-- Donna indicated that she understood what I was saying, so I continued, "There are several parts to being careful. I should be careful about whether you want to do things with me. I'm very happy you do because it tells me how much you like me, which is a very nice compliment."
"I like you heaps and heaps. You're by far the nicest guy I know. I don't want to do sex stuff with anyone else, just you."
I certainly couldn't echo her last sentiment, but I could mostly agree with the rest, "Thank you. I like you 'heaps and heaps' too, and I want to do some sex stuff with you as well, but Mom and Dad have given me some very strong lectures about being careful. They didn't scare the pants off me, they scared the pants ON, haha.
-- "Mom and Dad are right because it could get us all into really bad trouble, so careful is the ONLY way to go. I wanted to just touch your breasts for a while, a few weeks or even months, to see whether you could control yourself. Not get impatient or boastful at school, or big-headed, or whatever else might have gone wrong. By taking small careful steps I'm making sure we both don't get in much trouble if anything goes wrong. If everything went well, we could do a little bit more, and slowly increase it as long as we were both comfortable."
"I'd NEVER tell on you. You're a WONDERFUL brother."
"Maybe not tell on me deliberately, but what about if we'd gone all the way, and then some girls at school teased you about being flat-chested." I assumed that happens to Donna from time-to-time, and I know how Donna reacts to being insultingly teased about anything. "Maybe you would get angry enough to defend yourself by bragging that you'd had sex with me. I don't really think you'd do that, but it's possible. That's why I want to go so slow, and that's why your impatience and arguing worries me so much, because it showed me that you don't have much self-control about sex."
"Yeah, Carol explained that. I know I did the wrong thing. It's just that doing sex stuff with you would be neat fun. I got too selfish and I didn't think about the dangers, I guess."
"What you did wasn't totally bad because it makes me feel good that you think so highly of me, but I'll make another point. When one person forces the other to do more sex than they want, that's what rape is. Obviously you weren't trying to do that to me, but you were doing a small version of it. Guys are told over and over that when a girl says 'No' it means 'No'. That goes both ways. If I say 'No' you should stop."
"I'm really sorry, Mark. I had no idea how bad I was being. There have been lots of times I've had to tell boys to stop doing stuff and I hate it when they don't stop until I yell at them or hit them. I didn't realize I was doing that to you. I never thought about it. That was terrible of me."
Donna was more upset than I wanted. I'd intended a little bit of upset to help reinforce my point, but I'd underestimated the effect. She needed some quick reassurance, "Don't worry about it. It was only a nuisance. That's why it's a good idea to go slow, so we can learn how to behave as we go. You've never had sex before so it's natural for you to make a few mistakes," I reassured, drawing on my seventeen days of experience. "Now that you know to respect my answer when I say no, I'm sure you won't repeat that mistake."
"Oh no! I'll never make it again. Carol told me that I'd pissed you off twice and that if I did it again you'd probably never want to go near me again. Now that you've made me think about it the other way around, I can see that if a boy pushed me as hard as I pushed you, especially wanting to go all the way, I wouldn't want to ever talk with him again. So I'm very glad you still want to play around with me. I'll go as slow as you want, I promise."
"Thanks, I appreciate it. I WILL go slow, and there'll probably be times that you get impatient. In fact, I hope you do because I want to see that you handle it properly, okay?"
"I won't forget again. You and Carol have made me see how bad I was."
"When I first started getting sexy with you, I was very worried about pushing you further than you wanted to go. I didn't want to scare you, didn't want to ruin our friendship, didn't want to make you feel unhappy - or even unsafe - in your own home, and lots of things like that. If you hadn't been happy with me, you could easily have felt all those bad things. And if YOU had kept pushing ME, you would've made me feel those bad things, which would've been terrible. Thank goodness you're smart enough to stop."
I'd laid it on pretty thick, and by the look on Donna's face she' intended to NEVER make that mistake again. I knew she would, as she's an impulsive person. A quick reminder should quickly fix any future impatience though.
I continued, "So you can imagine how very, very worried I was originally because I'd hate to do those bad things to you, but because you were so pushy and impatient I don't have to worry about having a bad effect on you. Now I know you want me to do EVERYTHING, so I can relax and enjoy myself a lot more from now on. What you did was wrong, but it had the good effect of giving me confidence. The first time I touched your nipples I really wanted to put my mouth over them to lick and suck them, but I was too scared of upsetting you, but now I know I can do that. You'd like me to, wouldn't you?"
"That would be WONDERFUL! I'd LOVE you to do that. Please do it soon. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be pushy."
"Relax, sweetie. You're allowed to ask me to do things to you, ESPECIALLY if I already said that I want to! It's great for me to know that I'm making you happy. Just don't try to get me to do stuff you already know I don't want to. If I say 'No", it means 'No', okay?"
"I know that now. I can't believe how stupid I was before. I got so excited about what I wanted that I didn't think about you. If you'd treated me that way I would've gotten really angry at you. You were very patient and kind, as usual."
Actually I was running out of patience by now. Donna willingness to let me play with her was arousing me and I wanted to suck her nipples. I said, "Donna, in the future I'm going to assume you will agree to anything I want. That way I won't have to go so slow. That's okay with you, isn't it?"
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Donna was still answering my last question, about my assuming she was agreeable to anything, "It's more than okay with me. I DO want to do everything with you. I get very excited thinking about it. Some nights I have trouble sleeping because I am thinking sexy things about you and me together. It's torture knowing that you and Carol do things. I nearly flipped out when she came back last night with your stuff all over her. You two are so lucky to be able to do things like that."
"Which would you prefer to do Donna: keep doing our morning run, or go back to my room and letting me suck your nipples."
Running rapidly back to our house I couldn't help laughing at Donna's effusive "Thank yous."
In my room I got Donna to take her T-shirt off - ONLY her T-shirt - and to lay on my bed with her hands behind her head. "Keep them there. I'm going to touch you as much as I like, but you're not allowed to touch me."
We had at least half an hour, so I took my time: kissing, licking and running my fingers over her chest several inches from her nipples, but slowly getting closer.
Donna was very happy. I'd asked her not to talk, in case we were heard, but every now and then she'd make a quiet comment: a subdued moan, "Oh, that's so good", or "Thank you."
It took me ten minutes before my first contact with a nipple, by which time she was VERY turned on. Her legs were opening and closing, then one crossed over-the-top of the other, and I could see their muscles stand out as she clenched and rubbed them to try to get some more stimulation.
For five minutes or so, I slowly increased the frequency of my contacts with each nipple. Initially I'd give one of them a single lick, then kiss my way slowly toward the other. Later I'd suck one a few times before moving off. Or maybe twirl it between my fingertips - my REAL fingertips, as I wasn't going to show my TK to Donna.
After another five minutes I was spending more time than not on her nipples, and I started touching both at the same time, occasionally sending one hand to roam over her torso, or up and down her legs. I didn't touch her groin. Whenever I ran a hand down to her legs, I did so by sliding it down the outside of her hips. If my hand went down about knee level I'd move it to the inside of her thigh, and slowly rub it upward, but I always moved outward just before reaching her shorts.
Whether consciously or instinctively, whenever my hand was near her groin Donna would twist her hips to point them toward my hand, then thrust forward trying to make contact. I had a lot of fun letting her almost succeed, but moving my hand away at the last moment. It was sweet torture: "sweet" for me, "torture" for her. A couple of times she tried to move one of her hands - which should have been behind her neck - down toward her shorts. I immediately grabbed it and pushed it back to her head, growling at her. She complied, but groaned quietly in frustration. After her second attempt her groan was more heartfelt - 'something'-felt anyway, it might've been a different part of her anatomy - so I said, "If you're a good girl I'll give you a special present."
"What?"
"It's a surprise. Wait and see." I was thinking about the vibrator and looking forward to surprising her with it.
I had already done everything I could think of to turn Donna on, and even #4 didn't have any more ideas, so I played with her for another few minutes, to our mutual enjoyment but her frustration too. Then it was time to introduce her to my surprise, so I said, "I'm going to pull your shorts and panties off now, sweetie. Okay?"
Her single-word answer was a quiet but very ecstatic, "Yyeess!" She packed a lot of meaning into it, including that she was overjoyed at the idea of me having sex with her.
I cautioned, "It's not going to be what you think it is. This is part of your surprise. Just wait and see."
I moved down the bed to grasp her shorts and panties at both hips. She raised her hips and I pulled them down and off. I deliberately didn't look at her yet, suspecting that I'd get too distracted. Instead I carried her clothes up to her head, and laid them over her eyes, patting them down to block her vision, telling her, "Hold still, sweetie."
I got the vibrator out of my drawer and knelt on the bed beside her hip looking at her. Her legs were open already - she was ever hopeful! - so I had a clear view. Donna had three or four long hairs growing from her pubes but was otherwise hairless. Carol and Julia keep themselves hairless these days too, so in that respect Donna's pussy looked similar to theirs, but quite different in other ways. Donna's lips were thinner, and the whole thing seemed to be oriented differently than with the older girls.
I stopped my study. I looked up at her face to check it was still hidden by her shorts. It was, so I looked southward again. I placed the tip of the vibrator half an inch above her clit, then twisted its base to turn it on (I won't embarrass myself by telling you how long it took me to discover this yesterday. For quite a while I'd wondered why they were called "vibrators" when they didn't seem to no matter what I tried.)
Donna was already very aroused, so I knew I could move it straight to her clit; #4's knowledge is sometimes useful. As soon as I had it vibrating I slid it down toward her clit.
Donna immediately said, "Wow, you've got a vibrator. Oh!" (as it reached its destination). "OH!" (as it starting playing with its destination).
I was unsure what to do with the thing, and even #4 had exhausted his meager knowledge, so I said, "Bring your hands down and hold it yourself, sweetie."
Sweetie's hands flew down to grab it. They had no hesitation putting it to good use. I watched, learned and enjoyed.
To help her have a good time, my hands reached out and grasped a nipple each, causing Donna to groan, "Oh God! This is fantastic!"
I watched as she used the fingers of one hand to manipulate her clit in various ways, sometimes with the vibrator helping, other times with it tracing over her lips farther down. She particularly liked placing two fingers on either side of her clit so they extended down beside most of her pussy, pressing the fingers firmly into her skin, then repeatedly moving her hand up and down. The fingers didn't slide on the skin, instead they moved the skin with them, which must have created stretching tensions either above or below them, depending on which direction they were being moved. I couldn't imagine what that felt like, but Donna obviously liked it because she did it a lot, sometimes lightly touching her clit with the vibrator too.
I'd not seen Carol or Julia make those motions, but I knew those two girls had their own distinct styles. As far as I knew all guys jacked off the same, and also as far as I knew, all girls jilled off differently. I only had a sample of three girls, so in the interests of scientific inquiry I should try to increase that sample size. I had a sample of two guys, thanks to #4's perverted activities of a couple of years ago, and that sample size wasn't going to increase at all. Scientific inquiry only goes so far, which is nowhere near far enough to get me interested in watching other guys jack off.
I also noticed that Donna never inserted the vibrator into herself. The most she did was run it through her lips, which - I was interested to see - were lubricated as much as Carol's and Julia's become at such times. Scientific inquiry can be a lot of fun. I guessed Donna might not have inserted it because she still had her hymen.
Donna had already been very turned on even before she got her hands on the vibrator. With her using it and with my attention on her nipples again, she was unmistakably heading straight for an orgasm. After about a minute of this activity her groans were coming constantly and her hips were starting to buck.
I was wondering whether to start getting a little rough with her, the way Carol likes, when Donna beseeched me from under the shorts, "Please, please kiss me Mark? PLEASE? I REALLY want to kiss you."
We'd hardly kissed at all as my feelings for her weren't romantic, but she was clearly in need and I was pretty sure I had to muffle her 'up-cumming' cry. If I was going to be romantic with my sister at any time, while she was frigging herself with a vibrator and I was playing with both her nipples seemed like a good time. It was obviously a good time for her too, so I pulled her shorts off her face and planted my lips onto hers.
One of her arms wrapped around my head and pulled it hard down onto her, as she kissed me as hard as she could, her other hand going flat out between her legs. She must have REALLY liked my kiss because as soon as it started her groans' pitch and volume rose substantially. Ten seconds later her climax exploded in her.
As usual with a female orgasm, it was very loud. Fortunately "very loud" straight down my throat, so it was highly muffled. Thank goodness, because it would have woken the whole house otherwise. Why are girls so loud? Carol can suppress her noise, but when she's behaving naturally she makes far more noise than me. Three out of three girls that I know about are way louder than me, although in the interests of scientific inquiry I really should increase that sample size. Donna wasn't nearly as loud as Julia - 747s aren't as loud as Julia - but she was still very loud. Unless I deliberately choose to yell it up, my usual sound is a quiet grunt. Females are definitely the noisiest half of humanity, in and out of the bedroom.
I sure hoped the volume of noise is not related to the amount of pleasure, otherwise I'd feel VERY ripped-off. What a bummer that'd be! For me, I mean; obviously not for Julia.
I stopped kissing, expecting Donna to flake out and let me go, but the reverse happened. Her other hand went around my shoulder and neck, and held me in a tight hug. As soon as Donna drew a new breath she started raining kisses all over my lips and the general area.
After a few dozen kisses, she started alternating kisses with "Thank you SO much, Mark", "That was the greatest one I've EVER had", "I LOVE you SO much!"
The last one made me feel a bit guilty, and I had to answer, "I love you too, Donna. You know it's not just because we do sexy things together don't you?"
"Of course. The sex was so good BECAUSE we love each other." By the look on her face, what she'd really thought was, "Of course, Dummy."
"That's okay then. Just so long as you know I'll love you just as much whether or not we do things like that."
"You can say that if you like, but I love you MORE now! That was fantastic! Thanks very much. That was a LOT more fun than running, haha."
I was still on my knees with my head pulled down to be near her face, which was a bit uncomfortable. So I stretched out to lay beside Donna, putting one arm under her neck to hug her with, and running the other hand lightly over her torso. Not sexual, just intended to be nice and soothing.
We quietly chatted some more, Donna thanking me again and again.
I assured her that, "It was my pleasure."
She laughed, and insisted that it was "A HUGE amount of pleasure for me; that's for sure!"
"I guess I can't argue with that. Let's say it was my pleasure TOO."
Donna thanked me again. I was gaining the distinct impression that she was very thankful, which far from being tedious, made me happy that I had pleased her so much. In the repetitive conversation she thanked me for "using your vibrator on me."
I corrected her, "YOUR vibrator, Donna. It's a present for you. I was just waiting for a good time to give it to you. That was a good time, wasn't it?"
"That was a VERY good time!"
"Yes, I could tell. My tonsils are still vibrating from your scream."
I explained how come I had a vibrator, about Carol buying it, etc. I mentioned, "I want you to have it as a substitute for me. I really don't feel comfortable having intercourse with you yet and probably won't for quite a long time, maybe even a year or more." I wasn't sure whether any of that was logically correct. Would having a vibrator allow her to ease any sexual tensions I created, or would it just create more sexual tension? I thought giving it to her was the right thing to do, but given my less-than-extensive knowledge of pre-menarchial girls, it was 50/50 at best. Donna would enjoy it more though.
Donna didn't answer me directly. Instead she said, "You've finished now, haven't you? It's nearly time I went back to my room?"
"I think so, yes. No hurry, but soon."
"I don't have any experience with boys, but I hear lots of other girls complaining about how selfish their boyfriends are. Not just their boyfriends, but all boys generally. But look at you! You've still got all your clothes on, you haven't made me touch you at all. If I'd tried, you would've stopped me. All you wanted to do was make me happy. You're just like a vibrator, you give pleasure without wanting anything back, haha. I'll name it, 'My Substitute Mark'. I can imagine asking Carol, 'Do you want to borrow My Substitute Mark? Haha."
"You'd really share it with Carol? I don't think you need to because I think she bought herself one too, but I'm still surprised you'd share. Isn't it a bit personal?"
"Cool, we've got two Substitute Marks. It's going to be fun when both of us are using them at the same time. Carol's made a big deal about sharing you, so I guess that means sharing Substitute Marks too, haha. Last night she let me lick some of your stuff off her. How personal was that!"
My cock went {Boing!}. I'd only been half-hard most of the time with Donna, but the image Donna had just given me was an instant turn-on.
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