School Memories, Part 6

by Passing Cloud

The next small instalment. A short piece but I got so wet writing it I just had to share. Please let me know what you think.

As I stepped, blinking, into the bright light of the day I felt joyous.

I skipped to my lessons but didn't learn a thing. I skipped home but didn't speak to my sister. My mind was very much elsewhere - in a constant flight of fancy as I dreamed and dreamed of Maria. Fantasies overwhelmed me. I pictured a never-ending variety of scenes; vignettes where Maria and I indulged our desires.

I imagined that she loved me; adored me as much as I adored her. She held me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth; kissed me passionately like an actress on the television being kissed by the hero. I pictured her whispering loving words in my ear as she undressed me, and then I would display myself to her: naked; exposed; supplicant in every way: - "Maria, Maria, I 'm yours. Do what you want to me".

This prolonged sexual reverie had distracted me for hours and now I lay awake in my bed idly stroking myself; my tiny fingers tracing delicately along the line of my labia. My sister was in the neighbouring bathroom. I was listening intently to her, counting through the stages of her toilet. Waiting eagerly for her to come into the room. To get into bed....

I heard her on the toilet; heard the trickle of her urine and tried to visualise it. I imagined my face very close to her vagina – as if I was kneeling in front of the toilet bowl watching her pee. Just inches away.

The thought aroused me. I thought of what Maria had done to me. I imagined doing the same thing to my elder sister. I suddenly realised that I wanted to do that. That I wanted to get my big sister naked; stripped bare. Then get her to open her legs so I could lick her. I wondered if she would smell, taste, of pee. I wanted to find out.

In truth, I wanted to...practise.

I heard the toilet flush. A few seconds later the door opened and Kathy came into the room. I watched her close the door and tiptoe across to her bed. In the half-light I saw she was wearing a nightdress. The same one as last night. I hoped that like last night that same nightdress would soon be up around her neck with her naked body laid out for my pleasure.

I waited silently as she got into bed. I saw as she lifted the covers then raised and swivelled her legs into place that she wasn't wearing anything under her nightdress. My heart began to race in anticipation.

"Are you awake Sis?" she whispered.

"Yes".

A long pause.

"You know today....with Maria...?" "....yeees...?" my heart was pounding now; my hand furtively feeling.

"Did it... did it feel... you know..?" This time I paused. I thought for a few moments about how to express how I felt. How I felt about Maria. But that wasn't what I wanted from my sister. I loved Maria. I had a different love for my sister and just now I wasn't interested in that kind of love. Just now I wanted to be dirty. I wanted to smell my sister's pee. I wanted to touch her where it was 'naughty'. I wanted to find out how to do it properly with my tongue. I wanted to use my sister. I wanted to be in control.

So I didn't reply. Instead I pulled back the covers and padded across to Kathy's bed and sat down. I looked down at her. She was lying passively on her back; the covers were pulled up to her neck, her hands resting on the outside.

We didn't speak for a moment, then Kathy reached across and started fiddling with the button on my pyjama trousers. "Why don't you take these off and get in here with me?" she whispered. I could see her grinning in the faint light.

For a moment I was unsure what to do. It would have been fun to strip off and get in with her. I would have enjoyed letting her have her way with me, but that wasn't my plan. I had to take the risk. So I good-humouredly slapped her hand away saying "No. Don't do that. I might take them off for you after. But first I want to do this!" and I abruptly pulled the bedclothes down to the bottom of the bed revealing her fully to my inspection. Her nightdress was rumpled high above her knees, nearly at her groin, her legs slightly parted. To my delight she didn't move. She seemed happy to take the passive role. Like last night I hoped.

She made as if to speak but I quickly pressed my finger to my pursed lips, and bent over so our faces were nearly touching "Sssssh" I insisted "don't say anything".

Then I reached down and started to pull her nightdress up. Obligingly she raised her hips.

I pulled it right up to her neck and made a point of reaching underneath her to make sure it was all the way up all the way around.

I told her to raise her arms above her head so I could pull the nightdress higher – part way along her arms.

Without a murmur she let me do it and, in so doing, I completely covered her face at the same time.

I sat back to take a long look at her. Seeing her lying there so compliant thrilled me. Her body, faceless and completely naked no longer seemed to be my sister. It seemed as if this lovely lithe, smooth young body spread before me was there purely for me; for my indulgence. I was really, really aroused.

I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs and with just the slightest pressure she spread her legs wide for me.

I looked her up and down and tried to take in all the details. Her slim hips; her ribs; her belly-button; her small pink nipples; her mound; her slit...

I leaned across her and switched on the side light so I could see better. The light cast a golden glow across her body leaving her covered face in shadow. Suddenly she appeared so much more anonymous to me... so much more exciting and enticing.

I put my hands on the inside of her thighs again; high, nearly touching her vaginal lips. I pulled her legs even wider and bent over her flat belly so I could see her sex clearly. "Lift a bit" I instructed and she duly obliged lifting her little buttocks off the bed; pushing her cunt closer to my face. I bent closer, then closer still until my lips were touching her belly just above her pubic mound. She flinched at the contact; murmured "oh" but didn't move. I bent my head lower. I knew she would be able to feel my breath against her skin. I hoped she was as aroused as me. I hoped she wanted the same as me.

I moved my hands to her buttocks and spread them apart so I could look at her anus. I was entranced again by that tight little hole. I moved my hand so I could touch it – lightly – with my fingertip.

Again she murmured "oh" with an intake of breath.

I put my face even closer. Sniffed her. I wanted her to smell of pee. Of the toilet. I wanted this to be dirty, rude, forbidden.

There was just the slightest scent of urine but it was enough. It strangely satisfied my need and somehow justified my wanton lewdness. It is difficult to explain but I felt somehow vindicated in my desires – that what I did now was the right thing to do.

I bent my head even lower and extended my tongue. With an almost overpowering surge of lust I started to lick my sister's cunt.