School Memories, Part 3

by Passing Cloud

The memories keep on coming....

I don't remember much about us getting dressed and moving out - back into the 'real' world of sunshine and innocence - but we did. We all managed to compose ourselves and go about our 'normal' business. Although I know I spent most of that afternoon in a dream state; rerunning the events again and again. The wonderful feeling that had almost overwhelmed me left a residual warmth and tingle between my eager young thighs, and a fantastic state of well-being throughout my whole body.

The main thing though was the turmoil in my mind. It wasn't confusion, or apprehension. I wasn't upset in any way; I just wanted more: more of that fantastic physical sensation that my lovely Maria had given me; more of those subtle longings that had so excited me as I watched her strip; as I inspected her nakedness; as I touched and stroked her secret places.

The walk home with my sister was strangely subdued. It was as though the sudden extreme intimacy we had shared 'under the stage' should be confined to that place: a secret; and not something that should be brought into our routine lives. Later that night however, as we lay in bed in our shared room, Kathy whispered in the darkness "you know today..."

"Yes..." I responded.

"When Maria did that to you...."

"Yes?"

Did it really feel that nice?"

I paused before answering; reliving the moment again in my mind "it was fantastic" I eventually replied.

Another pause, then "will you show me what she did Sis? I saw her hand between your legs; rubbing, and then you started jerking around and I couldn't really see what she was doing."

"I'm not sure" I replied, "she tickled me in a special place, right on my button: - it felt different."

The room was quiet; I could hear Kathy breathing; she was obviously waiting for me to carry on.

Eventually I whispered "do you want me to do it to you?"

In a small voice - it seemed unusual for Kathy to sound so meek - she replied "OK."

It was a warm night so I quickly slipped out of bed and quietly padded across the room to where Kathy was waiting. I was wearing pyjamas but I could see, as I sat on the edge of her bed, that Kathy was wearing a nightie; well not actually wearing it. She had pulled the bedclothes to one side and drawn her nightdress up to her chin; so in effect my elder sister was lying there naked.

I looked at her body gleaming in the half light. Her skin seemed pale; almost blue. I let my eyes wander the length of her torso. I noticed the slightest hint of budding breasts and then, further down, her slit; hairless; like mine. She looked young; much younger than Maria even though they were nearly the same age.

Nevertheless, I realised that I was enjoying looking at my sister's body. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way before (except for earlier today) but here I was, about to do things to her which I really didn't understand; things which were so personal and intimate that I had to catch my breath as I thought about it. The same feeling started to grow in my 'cunt' as it had earlier with Maria.

I was aroused.

I placed my hand gently on her belly. She flinched but didn't move. Her eyes were closed; her lips slightly parted; expectant.

As I started to move my fingers across her skin, I realised with a thrill that I could do what I wanted to this naked girl's body. It didn't matter that it was my sister. It was as if I was watching this scene; was slightly detached from it and therefore could study it more intensely. I savoured the freedom with which my fingers roamed across her belly; up to her chest; tracing the lines of her ribs as she wriggled her torso under my gentle tickling. "Don't move" I gently instructed and, to my delight, she held still, her back slightly arched and tensed. "It tickles" she murmured, her eyes still tightly closed. "It's supposed to" I lied, enjoying this power over my big sister; relishing her strange compliance "it makes it better. See how long you can stand it."

So I started this new little game; a game within a game. I don't know where it came from, but the excitement and arousal I was feeling grew suddenly much more intense as I delighted in being in control; of bringing a little sumptuous torment to my naked, submissive sister.

With the lightest of touches my fingers played all over her exposed skin. My right hand wormed its way to her nipples; my fingers working rapidly; tickling, tickling. My left hand, working in a similar way, crawled lustfully down to her thighs; tickling again along that sublime little crease which lies in a little girl's groin; formed by her vulva and thigh.

I stroked along the soft skin on the inside of her thighs; up and down, and, with the faintest of caresses, like a breath, touched her lightly on her tiny, tight slit.

She opened her eyes then as a little gasp escaped her moist lips "Oh!" She stared blankly for a brief moment as though concentrating on something invisible; something in her mind's eye, then, with a sigh, she closed her eyes again and I whispered "open your legs Kathy."

She instantly stretched her thighs wide, drawing her heels up almost to her buttocks. Her hips were slightly raised "that's it; that's it" I said "like that. Now don't move."

I ran my finger along the length of her slit and bent my head closer so I could see better what I was doing.

Her raised hips and stretched legs revealed her to me totally. For the first time I could see my sister's anus, in complete detail and, strangely, this excited me even more: such a personal, private place. I wanted to touch her there as well, but thought it might be too intrusive and so held back.

I concentrated on her slit.

On her 'cunt'.

That word again.

Parting the smooth lips with my finger I continued to rub her. I felt her warm wetness as I sought out her 'button' and started to play with it.

It wasn't long before we had set a rhythm. It just seemed so natural. The fingers of my left hand caressed her clitoris in time with the undulations of her hips, while my right hand squeezed and stroked her nipples; first one, then the other.

It wasn't long before Kathy appeared to be approaching the state that I had reached earlier in the day. Her hips were raised higher; the movements more pronounced; she licked her lips, her breathing more rapid. She started to moan; a strange helpless mewling; like a kitten.

I giggled, couldn't help it, then carried on with glee, a broad grin on my face. I was doing this to my sister; giving her this fabulous feeling; the same as Maria had done for me. Maybe Kathy would worship me afterwards like I did Maria.

I kept going, faster.

Kathy started to heave and her moans became louder.

Still grinning I hissed "Ssshh. Don't make so much noise" and, remembering how Maria had questioned me in my helplessness, cruelly asked "how does it feel? Do you want me to stop?"

But unlike me, Kathy managed a reply.

"Don't stop. Keep doing it. It feels... it feels..."

And then she exploded. I was aware that I was seeing this from the other side. She was completely helpless, completely in my power as she convulsed and heaved her hips in the air. She clamped her thighs hard on my hand but I still managed to work on her clitoris; tweaking it and rubbing it as, through lips pressed tightly together, her stifled moans inflamed my lust.

She flung her legs wide again as I continued; then squeezed them back together; then wide again. Her head rolled from side to side and her hands twitched and flapped as slowly, slowly her orgasm subsided Eventually she calmed down.

I removed my hand - trailing a warm and sticky track across her belly as I did so.

She pulled her nightdress down, lay on her side and drew her knees up to her chest. We were both silent for a few moments. Her breathing grew quieter. She turned her face to look at me. A shy smile appeared.

"Next time you should take your clothes off too"

I smiled back.

I went back to my bed. I whispered "good night". I pulled up the covers. I felt wide awake.

Kathy couldn't see across the room, through the gloom. She couldn't see my delighted smile; my shining eyes.

She couldn't see as my hand moved under the bedclothes, slipped inside my pyjamas and felt my wet vagina. She didn't know that my mind was awash with images of her and Maria; of naked young bodies; slick wet slits; smooth, wide-open thighs. She couldn't see that that night I masturbated for the first time.