Friday Evening (Part 1)

On one such Friday evening, the siblings are watching a film on TV. One of the fellows on screen kisses a girl very roughly, which draws a sharp response from Helen: "That's no way to kiss a girl, you pig!" she screams.

"Steady, sis," says Edward, "It's only a film."

"Sorry Ed," she responds, "but that sort of things makes my blood boil! Young guys watching this might think it's the right way to treat a girl - and do the same."

"Know a bit about kissing, do you?" Ed asks.

"Obviously more than that scum-bag in the film," she answers, then asks her brother, "You wouldn't kiss like that, would you?"

"Er, probably not," he responds, hesitantly. "I've, er, not had much experience."

"Oh?" Helen asks, "How many girls have you kissed?"

Ed is embarrassed and blushes. "Come on, sis," he says, "you know how shy I am with girls."

"Yes, but how many?" she persists.

"None," he admits, looking at the carpet and wishing she would change the subject.

"None at all?" Her questioning takes on a more kindly tone.

"That's what I said," he replies and adds, "Going to drop it now?"

"OK," she says.

They watch the film out with no more outbursts or comments, but Helen's mind isn't wholly on what she is watching. As soon as the credits start to roll, she says, "Sorry I hassled you, back there."

"Yeah, yeah," he says.

"Listen, Ed," she says. "I do know how shy you are with girls. You hardly dare talk to them, let alone try to date them."

"So?" he asks. "We aren't getting into that again, are we?"

"Now, don't get upset," she tells him. "This is your big sister, who loves you and wants the best for you."

"And?" her brother asks

"I've been thinking," she goes on. "When you do meet a girl who you are comfortable with, and the chances comes for you to kiss her, wouldn't you like to know how to do it properly?"

"I guess so," Ed admits.

Helen looks him straight in the eyes and says, "Suppose I teach you?"

"What?!!" Ed asks, startled by the idea.

"It's not that big a deal," she counters. "And better to get some practice with someone you're comfortable with, isn't it?"

"Well, um, yes, I guess," he falters.

"So, come on," she tells him, "kiss me."

He moves closer, put a hand on her shoulder, and gives his sister a pretty flat kiss.

'Useless,' she thinks, but says, "O.K. remember that as your first kiss. Now, let's see if we can make it a bit better. Pout your lips, like this," she shows him. "Remember that kissing should be a pleasure. Right?" she asks.

"If you say so, sis," answers Ed.

"All right," she says, "press your lips gently against mine; think, 'I am going to enjoy this,' and kiss me, again."

This time is better. "Hey!" he says, "that was rather nice. Can we do it again?"

"Sure," his sister agrees, "only, this time, hold it there for several seconds."

A long several seconds later, he says, "Yes! You're right, it is a pleasure! And I don't need to tell myself I'm going to enjoy it - I just do."

"Good, so let's try to make it even better. This time, tilt your head to one side, open your lips a bit, like this - " she shows him " - and as we kiss, move your mouth like, well, follow my lead."

Now they are French-kissing and Helen is surprised at her shy brother's apparent lack of inhibition.

"Wow!" exclaims Ed, as they eventually part. "This is really so good! Thanks for persuading me to learn - and for being such a good teacher."

"It takes two, of course," she tells her enthusiast brother. "And a good teacher need a good scholar. You must remember that you don't jump straight in like that, the first time you kiss a girl. Go gently, until you see what she is prepared for. Now, there is just one more thing, but I won't tell you what to do, just follow me."

As they kiss, she licks his lips, then pushes her tongue into his mouth. He catches on and is quickly imitating her actions. They spend some long minutes giving each other considerable pleasure. As they stop, and fall out of each other's arms, he pants, "And all that because some guy in a film wasn't up to your standard!"

They decide there is nothing else they want to see on TV and agree that it's time for bed. Their rooms are on opposite sides of the hall, upstairs and, as they get to their doors, they pause. Ed says, "Good-night, my dear sister - and thanks, again."

"My pleasure," Helen replies, then suggests, "Good-night kiss?" Her brother says nothing, just takes her and cradles her in his arms and gives her the longest, sweetest good-night kiss.

Next morning, Helen comes down to breakfast while Ed is still in the bathroom. Her mother continues preparing breakfast and says, "Good morning, dear. Sleep well?"

"Very well, thank you, Mummy," answers her daughter. "Did you have a good night out?"

"Yes, thank you, dear. I got three strikes in a row, in one game, but still managed to lose the game. Your Dad is a master at picking up the spares. Anything happen here?" Denise asks, casually, as she often does.

"I taught my shy brother to kiss," Helen tells her.

Denise is not so much shocked as surprised by this news, but manages to keep her cool and say, "That was nice of you, dear. Now, will you give the other two a call, please - breakfast is ready."

When Ed comes into the room, his sister gives him a little, knowing smile. He gives her a quick raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgement. James is last to arrive and as he sits down, his daughter says, "I hear you managed to beat Mum, even when she got three strikes, Dad."

He smiles and tells her, "That was true in one game, but did your Mum tell you that she was teamed up with Uncle Daniel? That guy is a whizz!! Left me and you Auntie Sue no chance!! Great fun, though."

Kissing becomes a regular part of life for the siblings. Whenever their parents are not around, they take the opportunity for a good, long snog.

Some weeks later, on another Friday evening, Helen and Edward are watching a play on TV. One of the fellows in it, a rough character, makes a grab at a girl's breasts, over her clothes. "No finesse," complains Helen. "What a way to treat a lady!"

Her brother says, "You'd show him how to do it, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," she replies. "Gentleness achieves far more than bully-boy tactics, in the long run."

"Maybe you'll show me, sometime?" he asks, much bolder with his sister since the kissing lesson.

"This is pretty boring," she says, "so, no time like the present." And she whips off her T-shirt to reveal a plain white bra. She reaches behind her to release the clasp and shrugs the garment off to reveal the most beautiful pair of breasts Ed could imagine. They stand out from her chest like two rounded cones, each topped by a pink areola with a deep red nipple in its midst.

Ed sits, taking in this glorious vision, thinking, 'Mmmm, a nice handful, each; and not too big.' Aloud, he tells his sister, "Wow, those are gorgeous! They look good enough to eat..."

His sister is almost embarrassed by his compliments. "You may get a taste," she tells him, "but definitely no eating!"

"Only joking, sis!" he exclaims. "In fact, they are much too good to eat. Those beauties are for poor souls like me to feast his eyes on, when he is allowed to do so by this goddess."

"Steady on, bro, don't get me too big-headed!" she says. "Come on, then - have a feel," she invites. Her brother puts out both hands in an attempt to take hold of both projections at the same time. They are firm, yet soft, but he doesn't get a satisfactory grip. Helen laughs, "You're being greedy, my young brother! Come more to the side of me and use just one hand to take one. Cup it and stroke it, slowly."

Knowing he has to be gentle, Ed takes her left breast in his right hand and squeezes it, softly. His sister is surprised by his touch. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she gasps.

"Why? Did I do it wrong?" comes his worried reply.

"O no," she tells him, "far from it! You may be a natural expert, that's all!"

He release her breast, saying, "You had me worried, there," and takes the other, treating it similarly. He can feel his penis swelling, but is pretty confident that his sister cannot see anything, because of the way he is sitting.

"Whew, that is so good," she whispers. "Now, do it again, this time letting your hand move around each boob, caressing it." Her brother is keen to follow her instructions, not only to learn, but because these flesh mounds are the most wonderful things he has ever touched.

Helen can feel a dampness at the top of her legs, but dare not tell him about this; that is far ahead of anything she has even thought of. "Oohh," she moans, "you are doing just great. Use maybe two fingers to circle a nipple, then give a squeeze with a finger and thumb."

Loving everything she is telling him, Ed sets to work with a will. Moving from one breast to the other and back again, he fondles and caresses, squeezes and strokes. Round and round each nipple he teases; tweaks them between finger and thumb. Nipples which were soft little bumps as he first touched them have swollen and hardened at his ministrations.

His penis is no longer just swollen - it is a hard thing, almost with a mind of its own inside his pants. As casually as possible, he uses his free hand to adjust his clothing, as best he can, to make sure this monster remains concealed. How could his lovely sister understand this phenomenon?

"O my," she says, "I don't know how this is for you, but you are giving me thrills that I never expected." Calming herself as much as possible, she says, "Now for that taste I told you about. Suckle my boobs like a baby, but gently. Do with your tongue what you've just been doing with your fingers."

Her brother is practically in heaven as his mouth latches on to first one breast, then the other. He takes the little moans and whimpers that are escaping his sister's mouth as signs of approval, and presses on. He takes in each areola in turn, and his tongue plays games with the nipples.

"Yes, yes," Helen whispers.

His penis is beginning to ache, now, putting him in two minds. He loves what he is doing, and does not want it to stop, yet he is becoming more and more desperate to get to his room where he can masturbate and give himself some relief.

"Fine," his sister's voice cuts into his reverie, "I think you have the idea. That was so good, but I need to go to the loo. Back in a while," she says, getting up and leaving the room.

"And I need to go to my room," he says. "See you in a few minutes."

Both are on the same mission, each unknown to the other, to relieve their sexual pressures. As soon as she is in the loo, his sister lifts her skirt, drops her panties around her ankles and sits on the toilet seat. Two fingers dive into her pussy, while her thumb finds her clit and rubs it. Helen moves her fingers around, massaging in as far as she can reach.

She imagines that her brother is not the shy guy of real life, but a bold stud who has mounted her, and this is his penis which has entered her love cavern. The lips which were only damp, in the lounge, are soon soaking wet with her juices as, in her mind, this stallion ravages her. In and out he pumps, filling her with his mighty flesh pole, threatening to tear her apart with his sheer power.

She leans back and her fingers and thumb continue to push her sexual temperature to boiling point. Meanwhile, her other hand carries on the good work her brother had been doing, just a few minutes before. Squeezing and stroking her breasts and playing with the nipples, she groans as she feels her climax approaching.

This more-than-man is thrusting into her pussy with such energy and passion that she is gasping for breath. "Right, my little love doll," he cries, "I'm going to fill you so full with my cream that you may burst!"

Her body can take no more and with an extended "Aaaaagghh..." her back arches, her legs go stiff, and her hand is drenched as her love juices flow freely. As if struck by lightning. she quivers and shakes as her climax engulfs her. Once it has run it's course, she sits, drained of energy but enjoying this ecstasy, for several minutes. Then she wipes herself clean and dry, pulls up her panties, and cleans the toilet seat. She splashes her face with cold water, dries it and makes her way back to the lounge.

While Helen is so energetically engaged, her brother is equally hard at work. In his room, he grabs a handkerchief from his top drawer and lays on his bed. He releases his stiff penis from the confines of his clothes and takes a firm hold on it. He thinks of the sister he just left and pictures those wonderful breasts he has so recently been feeling and enjoying.

Now he sees her smiling at him as she looses her skirt and drops it to the floor. "Like me, big boy?" this Helen asks, wiggling her hips for him.

He looks at the delicate lacy panties which are barely hiding her womanhood and says, "Sure, gorgeous, but I'll like you even more without those."

"O good!" is her response, as she looks wide-eyed at his enormous prick. "I've got a place in here which is just made for one like that!"

She puts a finger in each side of her panties and eases them over her hips. He can see her pussy, shaven except for a thin strip of hair down the middle. She pushes the panties all the way down to her ankles, steps out of them and kicks them aside.

In his day-dream, Ed is naked, and as he walks towards this eager sister, his nine inches of solid flesh precede him, pointing the way to her. She looks at it again and says, "Yes! I want that!"

She lays on the bed and opens her legs wide. He climbs on top of her and without further ado, sinks his prick into her juicy, wet pussy. "Ah, yes," she breathes, "that will do nicely. Now, fuck me, fuck me hard!"

His hand is moving up and down his penis at speed and he senses that he is about to come. He brings his other hand, holding the hankie, to the head of his penis and as he shoots his load, he catches it in this piece of linen. Once his balls are empty, he puts the hankie aside for later washing, and cleans himself with some tissues he has to hand. His sister has mainly faded from his thoughts as he replaces his penis in his clothing and stands up.

**

Ed goes downstairs, into the lounge to find his big sister sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. "All right?" she asks, casually.

"Yes, thanks," he answers. "And you?"

"Much better," she tells him, with no word about how or why. As her brother sits down, Helen moves close to him. "Want to cuddle me?" she asks.

He looks at his sister, who has not bothered to cover her breasts, and says, "I have a slightly better idea - let me move, first." He positions himself at the end of the sofa, sitting in the corner, at an angle. Removing his shirt, he sits back and says, "Now, sister-with- the-lovely- boobs, sit back in my arms."

Her bare back against his practically bare chest (he has but a sparse growth of hair, there) is enough to thrill each of them. He puts his arms under her arms and cups one breast in each hand. "Just as I thought when I first saw them," he tells his sister, "a nice handful each."

She is prepared for further sexual excitement, but her brother is content to simply hold them and caress them gently. They spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other's bodies, with the TV getting only that part of their minds they can spare.

Next morning, in answer to Denise's usual question, her daughter tells her about the breast-play. "And who enjoyed it more, you or Edward?" asks Mum.

"Probably about equal," Helen muses, "though maybe it was more for me, 'cos I had to go for a wank."

Even this admission doesn't phase her mother who says, casually, "Must have been good, then. Now, be a good girl and tell your father and your brother that their breakfasts will get cold if they don't soon come down for it."

"O.K. Mum."

The following Friday, the young pair are sitting bare-chested, enjoying mutual contact, again, watching athletics. Some of the ladies, particularly those running and jumping, are wearing pretty skimpy costumes and Ed comments on these, "Those women are barely decent!"

"What's the problem?" asks his sister. "They aren't showing anything and I guess most of them are wearing sports bras."

"Yeah, maybe," concedes Ed, "but I bet they wouldn't wear anything smaller than those panties under their normal clothes!"

"Even so," says his sister, "they aren't as bad as those men we just saw! They may have been wearing costumes that went higher and lower, but they were so tight-fitting that you could see their 'equipment' wobbling about as they ran!"

"I have to agree," says her brother, "that was pretty disgusting! Still, you women don't have the same 'gear' to hide, do you?"

"Of course not," she agrees.

"But couldn't they still show some hair?" asks Ed.

"Not if they shave it off, like I do," she tells him. Although he imagines her mainly shaven, he acts dumb and asks, "Really? Why do you do that?"

She thinks, 'Shall I tell him?', then says, "Just in case anyone should see it, I think it looks nicer. And besides, I like it for when I play with myself."

Her brother is quite shocked, not because of what she does, but because she is bold enough to come out and tell him. "You what?" he demands.

"Don't tell me you've never played with yourself," she says, "or that you don't know what I mean."

"You mean...?" he checks.

"Yes - masturbating, giving yourself a hand-job, having a wank - call it what you like," Helen says, turning to look at her brother. "It's pretty common among you fellows, from what I hear."

"Right," he says, still in shock, "and why do you like yours shaved?"

"Because it makes it nice and smooth," she tells him. "The hair is all right, but I like to feel soft skin, instead."

Ed lapses into silence, the slow shake of his head giving away his disbelief. His sister see this and says, "I guess I shall have to show you." She stands up, switches the main light on and turns off the TV. She unfastens her jeans and drops them to her ankles; her pants follow them down. She steps out of both, picks them up and puts them on a chair. Stepping close to her brother, she makes sure he has a good view of her crotch and asks, "So, what do you think?"

His jaw literally drops in amazement at the sight of his naked sister, just inches from his face. As his jaw drops, his penis starts to move in the opposite direction but she appears not to notice the bulge inside his trousers. "I think... I think..." he says, trying to make sense of the multitude of thoughts flooding his mind. "I wish I were one of those poetic types who can take a handful of words and express their thoughts in a way that makes you say, 'Yes, yes - that's right.' - but -- "

"Well, never mind the poetry," Helen says, "just put it in your own words. I'll probably understand!"

Her brother looks her up and down. "When you first showed me your boobs," he begins, "I thought they were the most beautiful things a person could ever see - and I still do. Now you've shown me this," he says, waving a hand at her genitalia, "and I'm gob-smacked!"