“How soon you forget, little brother. She didn’t say anything about me making you cum, she only said I wasn’t supposed to let you jerk off. So,” she countered, “how about this? If you don’t tell me, I WILL make you cum — I’ll suck you so good that you’ll be emptying your nuts in no time. And you better decide quickly because I’m a damn good cock sucker and I’ll make you cum in about sixty seconds if you don’t start talking.” Her head went back down to my cock and she enveloped my shaft with warm, wet sucking motions that immediately got me worried I couldn’t last thirty seconds, much less sixty. She wasn’t kidding; she was really good at this — as good as mom was.
“Okay,” I said as I tried unsuccessfully to push her head from my cock, “I’ll tell you.”
Linda was smiling when she looked up at me. Her face and my cock were covered in spit, and looking down at my sister’s naked body, I cursed myself for telling her to stop. Right now, I really needed to cum, but, remembering my promise to my mom and her unusual offer to give me a surprise, I had no choice other than to agree to Linda’s terms and tell her what we did.
“I ate her out,” I confessed. “I licked her and she was so wet, her pussy juice got all over my face and hands.
“No shit?” She asked. “You mean she took you in there to talk to you about what happened in the kitchen and you ended up eating her out?”
“Yeah,” I replied, “that’s kind of how it happened.”
“Hmm, I believe you.” She said. “Your cock doesn’t smell like pussy, so you’re probably telling the truth. But, I still want to hear how all this started, and I need to cum pretty bad, so come back over here and let me play with that nice cock of yours while you tell me all about it.”
Just then, I heard the sound of the shower shutting off. I glanced through the open doorway of my sister’s room to make sure my mom hadn’t come out. It would be just like her to check up on us. “Linda, quick, get your clothes back on — mom’s out of the shower and I bet she’s going to look in here to see if we’re doing what she told us to do.”
“Shit!” Linda yelped. She jumped up out of her chair and reached for her shirt. As she was slipping it on, I picked up her panties and held them to my nose, making it completely obvious to her what I was doing.
“Give them to me, Bobby. I don’t want her to see my pussy like this!” She urged. I held them out to her and when she reached for them, I pulled them back. “Can I have them after mom leaves?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped, “just let me have them now!”
I tossed the panties to her and she stepped into them. I went directly to her lingerie drawer and scooped up an armful of her silkies and threw them on her bed. Thinking quickly, I reached for the first thing I saw, a pair of her thong undies, and slipped them up my legs. I had no sooner got them to my hips when our mother appeared in my sister’s doorway with a robe wrapped around her body, fresh from the shower.
As if we had rehearsed it, my sister casually picked up the matching bra to the thong I just put on and said “But, Bobby, this bra is too flimsy. It’s gonna look stupid without boobs in it. Let’s find something else.”
My mother listened intently to our make believe disagreement. Then, she walked over to Linda’s desk and picked up her box of tissues. Pulling several tissues from the box and handing them to my sister, mom asked, “You remember how to stuff a bra, don’t you, honey?”
As she was about to leave, mom turned and pointed to the thong I was wearing and looked at my sister. “He’s got those on inside out, I think.”
“Keep up the good work.” Mom said, as she walked back into her room and closed the door behind her.
I looked at my sister and we both let out a combined sigh of relief. “That was close.” Linda said. “I guess I owe you one for that, little brother.”
“Yeah,” I answered, “once she leaves, I want those panties you have on, and I want to look at your pussy close up — like on your back with your knees up.”
She agreed, and then believe it or not, we actually busied ourselves with trying on the lingerie that was in her drawer. We tried on panties first, trying to find the ones that would hold me in. We decided that none of her tiny bikinis were going to work at all. Some of her hipsters were fine, but a few were too tight. There were some white satin panties she wore in high school that looked the best, so we kept them out and the bra that went with it. Remarkably, once we got busy looking in her closet, my cock actually deflated. She found some cotton bikini panties, still in the original packaging, that mom got for her to wear in the hospital when she had her tonsils removed a couple of years back. Of course, they were girl colors, but I didn’t care — especially when they fit me perfectly and held my cock just like my briefs did.
When my mom came out of her room dressed and ready to go to her appointment, there were piles of “keepers” on the bed and on the floor. I had kept the cotton panties on and was standing in front of the mirror while my sister was trying to adjust the shoulder straps on a plain cotton bra that she said would go well with the panties. The bra cups were really just two padded triangles. As my mother watched, Linda slipped it on me and fastened the strap in the back. With a little more adjusting of the shoulder straps, it felt wonderful. It wasn’t too tight and lay perfectly over my chest.
My mother came over to inspect the bra, running her hands under the strap in the back, under the shoulder straps and inside the cups, grazing my nipples with her finger tips as she did. Mom turned to my sister and said “It’s a training bra, but that doesn’t matter, I think it looks precious.”
Mom seemed impressed with our progress, and so was I. Even though we got a slow start, my sister really did have some nice things and also had some good ideas. I was surprised that she got into it so much. I saw a different side to my sister while we worked, a side that told me she would supportive of my lingerie desires and the few times my cock asserted itself and grew, we joked about it and then it went away.
Before my mother left, she reminded us both that I needed to have a shower, with Linda supervising. Then mom surprised me by saying she might want to take me shopping when she got back. Of course, I immediately got excited to think about what we might be shopping for, and then putting it all together, I deduced that she was taking me shopping for lingerie as my promised surprise.
Mother then told my sister to have me dressed in a nice pair of panties under some clean jeans and an attractive button up shirt. “That bra will be fine, sweetheart. Be sure you wash your hair and for heaven’s sake, please shave after your shower,” she said, “you look so much better without all that scraggly growth on your face.”
Right before we heard the front door close, she yelled up the stairs to us. “I’ll be back in about an hour and a half.” I heard the front door close and then she was gone.
I grinned at my sister and pointed to her panties. “Those are mine now.” I reminded her.
“At least let her get out of the driveway and down the street before you demand my panties, you pervert!” My sister replied as she playfully slugged me in the arm.
I was going to take pleasure in this, I promised myself. Seeing her naked earlier, even though it was briefly, was a tremendous turn-on for several reasons. First, this was the first real woman with a shaved pussy I had ever seen, and second, she wasn’t shaved at all — her pussy hair had been permanently removed, I assumed meaning it would never grow back. Now that was cool. Lastly, I was going to have her lie back on her bed and open herself completely up….. and I was going to get right in there! Maybe just a few inches and inspect my sister’s pussy as closely as she inspected my cock.
To make the best use of time, I started to pick up the clothes we left lying on the bed so she could lie down. After I moved all her lingerie into her desk chair, I stood by the bed, held my hand out to her and said “I think she’s out of the neighborhood by now.”
“Okay, Bobby,” my sister said, “How do you want to do this?”
“I want you to lie down naked and spread your legs wide so I can look at you.” I answered.
“Oh, that’s certainly unique.” Linda replied, snobbily. “Gosh, where have I heard that before? Did you think of that yourself, or, is that one of the lines every high school boy has to memorize before he can graduate?”
“Quit stalling, Linda,” I snapped back, “I saved your ass a little while ago. Are you trying to weasel out of our agreement?”
“No, I just wanted to see how bad you were dying to see my cunt, that’s all.” She answered.
“Better not ever use that word in front of mom.” I scolded her. “She doesn’t like that word and told me never to use it.”
“Little brother, do you always do exactly what mom and dad tell you to do?” She asked.
“Of course,” I answered, “and it’s something you might try every now and then,” I added, “because they like that and it makes things a lot easier on all of us.”
She looked at me as if I was crazy. “Whatever.” She moaned.
My sister stripped off her panties and threw them at me. Then stepping onto the bed, she laid down and pulled her knees up to her chest and opened them up, almost exactly like my mom did about an hour ago. My cock was hard in anticipation, so rather than keep trying to adjust the panties I was wearing, I took them off and sat down between her legs. I glanced up to her face to see that my sister was blushing.
“Go ahead,” she groaned, “get your jollies. It’s not like I haven’t shown it off before.” I scooted up next to her upturned sex and took a deep breath as I marveled at her amazing pussy.
She was completely hairless, and I don’t mean she didn’t have any pubic hair, I mean there wasn’t even anything close to a hair follicle to be found anywhere. Her lips were plump and meaty, like my mother’s, and I could see her inner pinkness hiding between them. Bending down, I inhaled my sister’s sex deeply. She smelled different than my mother, but, not that different — it was undeniably a pussy smell. I silently wondered if I would be able to tell their panties apart just by sniffing them. Something I would have to try later now that I had a fresh pair of my mother’s panties and an equally fresh pair of my sister’s.