Incest/Taboo I'll Show You Mine If...

Susan was a very typical blue-eyed blonde, though she wore her hair much shorter than Kris did at mere shoulder length. "I don't know...what do you think?" She said. "With? Or without the bra?"

"Let's see it without," Kris suggested as she sat on the edge of the bed looking in the mirror at her. I stood there with my tongue hanging out as Susan once again reached down pulling it up and over her head. This time she had the bra on, but quickly reached behind unclasping it, letting it fall. I was again treated to another quick glimpse of her bare breasts before she again slipped the tee shirt back on again, and then stood there turning from side to side admiring herself.

"Yes? No?" She asked Kris. "Too obvious?"

"Not as long as you don't get rock-tits," Kris teased her, which they both laughed at.

"Here, you try it, let me see how it looks on you," Susan then suggested, once again taking it off, though she now stood there bare breasted as Kris stood up standing beside her taking the blouse she had on, off. Along with her own bra. I was again treated to the sight of both of them briefly standing there topless, though Kris soon after struggled into the tee shirt, and then posed herself, turning from side to side looking into the mirror at the two of them. Susan doing so topless, completely oblivious to my presence. I stood staring at the two of them, my eyes locked on Susan's tits briefly, then glancing away, just in time to see Kris's eyes in the mirror. She was looking at me!

I froze, unable to move. There was no mistaking it either, she had seen me. For a long moment she just stood there looking into the mirror towards me, my eyes locked on hers.

"Try these shorts on," she suddenly suggested, picking them up from a pile they had on the bed. "Let's see how they look on you, and then decide which shirt might go better with them after that."

I was blown away. I couldn't have been mistaken, Kris had seen me, of that I was reasonably sure. But the fact she hadn't said anything, made an issue of it, or simply walked over and closed the door had confused me beyond imagination. She could have easily done so without alerting Susan I'd been standing there spying on the two of them. Now, I watched as Susan slipped off the jeans she was wearing, surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties at all as she pulled them down stepping out of them and then kicking them off to one side.

"You have some panties I can wear with these?" Susan asked. "I don't dare actually wear them without," she giggled. "At least in jeans, if I get a little naughty feeling down there, it's not as noticeable."

Once again the girls laughed as Kris disappeared from view momentarily. I heard the sound of her dresser drawer opening as she rummaged through it. Susan continuing to stand there entirely naked now, looking at herself in the mirror as she waited. It seemed that Kris was taking an inordinate amount of time to locate a clean pair of panties for her friend.

"It doesn't matter what they look like," Susan said turning to face her, though I still couldn't see her myself from where I stood. "Any pair will do."

"Here, try these on," Kris said tossing them to her. I now stood there watching her as she bent over and then slipped her legs through pulling them up. I watched in pure wondrous delight as she did so, watching her full heavy breasts sway as she leaned over, jiggling quite nicely, hanging there suspended for a moment, wishing I was cupping each of them in my hands. A moment after that, Kris reappeared, she too was now naked, and something I hadn't expected to see as she crossed back in front of the mirror and now stood there as Susan slipped on the pair of shorts they had purchased. Once again, I saw Kris look at me through the mirror, and this time, she actually smiled!

I now watched as Kris stepped into a black thong, taking her time while pulling it up over her legs as she stepped into it. She then turned reaching towards the bed, grabbing a skirt with the tags still on it. This time, she looked at me without the aid of the mirror, once again smiling as she did so.

"I gotta pee," Susan announced suddenly. "Must be the beer!" The smile on my sister's face quickly disappeared as she hurriedly turned.

"Wait!" She almost yelled out a little too quickly, tossing one of the tank tops they'd purchased at her. "Put this on first, see how it looks with the shorts."

What I realized, was that Kris had just given me the one and only chance that I had to disappear back down the hall and into the den again without being seen. I turned sprinting away, easily making it, and then moments later hearing the door to the bathroom open and close. Seconds after that, Kris poked her head in through the door of the den.

"Enjoy the show?" she giggled. "And don't say I never gave you anything," she then added, disappearing before I could comment.

Minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and close, and then heard my sister's bedroom door fully close. Susan must have done so when reentering. Even so, I stood, poking my head around the corner of the door looking down the hall and saw the cardboard carrier with four empty beer bottles sitting in it, parked just outside her door. I smiled, walked down the hall, retrieved it, and then added the two empty ones of my own and took it outside to bury it well beneath the rest of the garbage.

I went back to watching my movie, though I turned the sound way down so I could listen for them should they come out again. An hour later, they did, it was nearly ten o'clock by then, and Susan was heading home. She did stop at the den to say goodnight, I had a feeling that Kris had at some point told her about my semi-innocent crush on her, and had actually been flirting with me, though not in a serious way. I think she was more amused by it, though flattered by it as well to some extent, and was just a bit friendlier towards me than normal.

"Goodnight Robbie!" She said, using a name I wouldn't normally have liked hearing, but the way she said it, made me smile and grin stupidly, which I was still doing as Kris peaked in at me a moment after that before following Susan back up the stairs.

"I'll be right back...Robbie," she mimicked, and then turned before I could stick my tongue out at her.

I got up turning off the TV entirely, and then ejected the X-rated DVD from the player intending to head on upstairs to bed. There was one more small issue I had to deal with however, as I quickly folded up my spent wad inside the hanky I had used, stuffing it down into my back pants pocket. I then started up the stairs just as Kris met me coming down.

"Where are you going?" she asked, spotting the DVD I still held in my hand. "And what's this?" She said grabbing for it, though I just managed to move it out of the way before she could.

"You already know what it is," I told her, still holding it out at arm's length far away from her.

"What? Seeing Susan wasn't good enough?" she teased wickedly. "I thought you'd appreciate that a little more, guess maybe you didn't if you needed that too," she went on, making another grab for it. This time I let her take it, answering her question, which surprised her when I did.

"You...and Susan, are far more attractive and sexy looking than any of the women in the movie," I said honestly. "And it wasn't the movie I was thinking about afterwards either," I then added, though why I did, I don't really know.

"You...thought about me and Susan?" she asked curiously. "While doing what?" she then pressed smiling.

"You know damn well what," I tossed back at her, seeing her eyebrows raise over the admission.

"No way...no you didn't," she challenged. I laughed at her.

"Yes...I did," easily reaching for and taking the movie back away from her, which she didn't even fight trying to keep.

"Prove it."

"What?"

"You jerked off thinking about Susan."

"And you," I said easily, seeing the surprised look in her face.

"You jerked off thinking about me and Susan," she amended.

"Yeah, I did."

Once again she stood there looking at me. "Prove it," she said once again. Kris knew me. I'd once made the mistake of adding a few of my own things in with hers when doing the laundry in an attempt to hurry things along. She'd come down to grab her things out of the dryer, realized I'd done just that, and then began sorting out her clean clothing from mine. Almost immediately, she'd noticed the inordinate amount of clean hankies in the wash, and knew that she hadn't seen me running around blowing my nose all the time either.

I reached back into my pocket, producing the cum filled hanky I had used earlier. "Trust me...I did," I said holding it out to her, though she didn't take it of course, nor had I expected her to. She was just curious if I actually had.

She actually smiled then. "Come back down stairs in ten minutes," she told me somewhat mysteriously, "and I'll tell you something."

I wondered what that might be, but took the opportunity to head back to my room stash the movie and toss my cum-hanky in the dirty clothes hamper in my room. We still had perhaps an hour or more before mom and dad got home, as I curiously headed back downstairs to my sisters bedroom. By the time I got there, she was in bed, the sheets drawn up over herself, but it was clearly evident she didn't have anything on, on top at least.

"What were you going to tell me?" I asked sitting down on the end of her bed. Kris sat up, but she brought the top sheet with her, ensuring that she remained covered when doing so.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, something a little naughty. But I swear Rob, if this ever gets out, I'll know where it came from, and if that happens, I'll never, ever trust you again, and I'll never ever share anything with you again either if it ever does!"

"What?" I now asked curiously excited, just having heard Kris tell me it was something naughty, and something to be kept secret had me suddenly aroused with interest.

"We masturbated too!" she said almost whispering it when she said it.

"When?"

"Just before Susan left," she said grinning. "And it's not the first time either," she told me. "We've done it before."

"You have? When?"

"Not all the time, or every time she comes over either, just sometimes. Sometimes we just get horny talking about guys and stuff. It was Susan who first taught me how to use one of the vibrators she'd brought over to show me that she'd gotten. I'd never seen one, let alone used one before, so...she actually showed me how to do it!"

"No shit! Really?"

"Yes...really!"

I grinned looking at my sister. "Prove it!"

Kris laughed. Obviously it was a bit more difficult for her to prove that she had, or that they had as opposed to my being able to.

"Oh sure...how?" she giggled "It's not like..."

"Show me."

Her eyes popped wide open. "You're serious!"

"What were you two thinking about when you did...IF you even did," I continued to press acting like I didn't believe a word of it, even though I was actually beginning to.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," I actually hissed. "Yes...I do."

"Ok...well, to be perfectly honest about it, we were thinking about you, well at least Susan certainly was, I told her about another guy I've been seeing, though I will be honest with you to that extent, it wasn't really him I was thinking about when we did it. I was thinking about you too, about Saturday when we were messing around upstairs in your bedroom. But I couldn't very well tell Susan about that now could I?" she said.

"You...you two were talking, thinking about me? Why?"

Kris giggled at that. "I told her how I thought you had a thing for her, and that you were probably at that very moment, jerking yourself off there in the den thinking about her."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes...I did. And the thought of that actually got her horny, especially as we'd already spent half the night naked in my bedroom, which you obviously saw," she winked. "Which I did for you by the way," she then added.

"Yeah, I know that now...and thank you. But I still can't believe you told her that, or that you and Susan actually played with yourselves afterwards, in front of one another no less."

"And like I told you, it's not the first time, we've done it before, several times, and we've even done it a couple of times when Kathy and Michelle where here too!" she now added.

"No fucking shit! Really?" Suddenly this image of the four of them together, all watching one another as they played with themselves suddenly had me rock hard, and I didn't even know it yet. "Nah...no you didn't, you're bullshitting me!" I finally decided.

But I could see by the look in Kris's face she wasn't lying to me about it. She'd just told me the truth.

"Holy shit!" I said again. "I've heard of guys sharing a circle jerk...but never heard that girls did anything like that together."

"Oh? And why wouldn't we?

It was then that I noticed the subtle movement beneath the sheet Kris was covering herself with.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" She tossed back. "You told me to prove it...so I am."

"The only thing you're proving is that you can move the sheet a little," I said feeling a flood of goose bumps suddenly running up and down my spine. I sat there actually hoping that she was, and just not teasing me into believing that she was, which is something I could honestly see her doing as a way to spite me.

She laughed at that.

"What? What's so damn funny?" I asked not angry, but now more confused than ever.

"I was just about to say...I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she told me. "You know Rob...that's something we never once did ask one another to do growing up, you realize that?"

She was right, we hadn't. "So...will you?" I asked swallowing hard as I said it.

"Only if you will...first!"

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"What?"

"You know what this feels like don't you?" I said, seeing in her eyes the same thing I was. "We never did this as kids, and suddenly sitting here like this now, I sort of do feel like a kid once again, like maybe in a way, we missed something. Here we are, almost like we're playing Doctor, you know? Only we're adults, but still...I've got this sensation this giddiness running through me. Mom and Dad coming home soon, the thought that you might actually be laying there touching yourself..."

"I am," she said emphatically, though not quite ready to prove it. "But yes, it does sort of feel like that, doesn't it? Maybe you should get under the sheet with me, then it really would."

"You serious?" I said standing up. Kris allowed the sheet to fall away from her breasts.

"Serious enough for you?" She said as I stood there staring at her exposed breasts. Almost immediately I began stripping off my clothing, Kris tossing the sheet up over the top of her head as I did so.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to look...not until you're under the sheet," she said giggling, honestly sounding a bit like a little girl again. "So hurry up...it's getting hot in here!"

"Getting damn fucking hot out here too," I said finally naked, and then slipped into bed beside my stepsister beneath the sheets. "Now what?"

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she said once again. "After all, the fact remains, you've already seen mine anyway."

"Yeah, but not like this," I told her. My hand had already moved over towards her, locating hers, which in fact was, and had been playing with her pussy. She continued to do so for a moment longer, letting my hand rest atop hers piggyback as she continued stroking herself.

"Told you I was," she said only then slipping her hand out of her wet succulent pussy, letting mine slip inside her briefly in order to discover just how wet she truly was. A second after that, she forced my hand away, once again slipping beneath the sheet entirely. "Stay where you are..." she then said. "And no peeking."

"No peeking?"

"No peeking!" I had to laugh at that, as silly as this all was, it was damn fucking exciting too. Especially when I felt Kris's hand suddenly wrap itself around my hard stiff shaft. I quit laughing after that, because the only thing I could do, was moan.

I had very limited sexual experience, admittedly. But I had had a few hand jobs, and even a blowjob or two, though I was still yet a virgin, hard as that might be to believe. Not that I hadn't tried, I had. But so far, either the circumstances, or the girl I was seeing at the time, thought it was too early in the relationship for anything like that. Which they were right about of course more often than not. But so it was, that I was...still. But as I sat there in bed next to my sister, I began to feel sensations I hadn't thought possible of ever feeling, let alone know that I even could feel them. If they gave out gold stars for giving hand jobs, then Kris would have got the biggest, goldest one I could have ever found. She didn't just sit there and stroke it up and down like I'd experienced before with anyone else. She explored me. She explored, she touched, and she played with me in ways that I wouldn't confess doing, even to myself.

Kris tickled me, playfully. She stroked me, erotically. She fondled me, sensually. And then changed it all up, and did it again, even tossing in one or two things I'd never even thought of doing myself.

Up until now at least, a hand job was a hand job. A quick, easy, and painless way to get a guy off, help him blow his nut as a thank you for a nice dinner or a movie, or maybe even an expensive piece of jewelry or something, especially early on in a relationship. But this...the way Kris played with me with her hands and fingers warranted induction into the Hall of Fame if they even had one for sensual eroticism. If they'd had one for that, she'd have won it hands down, pun intended. But baring any of that, she certainly merited a nomination for a Nobel Prize if nothing else.

Never once in all the years of jerking myself off, or anyone else for that matter, had I been as light headed as I was now, nor as delirious with pleasure, sensitivity, or pure unadulterated bliss, as I was now feeling at this very moment. And all Kris had done was touch me with her hands and fingers. Nothing else. Not even the briefest or lightest of kisses, or flicks of the tongue on me. She had done all that and more, with the tips of her fingers, or the press of her hand.

"Fuck...Kris, you've...you've got to stop for a moment," I said fighting it with every ounce of my being. "I am way...too...fucking...close!" The head of my cock felt like it was about to explode, the juice already bubbling at the tip, I'd been leaking like a sieve anyway, the throbbing more like a heartbeat inside my cock than within my own chest.

Finally relenting, she re-emerged back beneath the sheet, though once again pulling it up to her neck.

"Ok...you're turn," she said smiling. I was bound and determined to thrill her even more than she had just done to me, even if it took me all night. "Only your hands...ok?" she said making me promise her.

"OK," I promised, though more than anything at that moment...I wanted to taste her. But I decided that the risk, especially this soon, was one I wasn't willing to take. So I would indeed pleasure her as best as I could with my hands and fingers only, and hopefully, bring to her as much joy and as much pleasure and delight as she had just given to me.

Maybe it had something to do with my being under the sheet for some reason. Obviously she couldn't see what I was doing, though she could certainly feel it. But it seemed to add, to heighten, and to certainly increase our individual sensitivities to it. But I openly played with her, exploring her in many of the same ways she had done to me. Light little fingering caresses, little twiddling touches, a press here, there, a finger just grazing, this...that. I light pinch, a tug, a pull here. Wetness, moisture, slippery, squishy decadent sounds. I was in pure heaven. The intoxicating aroma of her sweet bloom, the petals of her lips that I held pinched between my fingers like sucking lips, holding gently, firmly, tugging upon each the same. Again probing, and then lightly running dancing fingers upon, and within her, feeling her squirm, listening to the sounds of her breathing, an intake of breath, holding it. More dancing, more tickle-flicks, a quick slip of a finger, a nice easy in and out or two. A hard bead of desire, throbbing like a miniature cock, holding it...pulling it...letting go, only to recapture and then start the whole fucking process all over again. Just like she'd done to me.

"Ok! Stop! Stop!" She pleaded with me, just as I had done. Neither one of us wanting to cum yet, though oh yes...how we actually had wanted to cum. Needed to cum, desired to cum...but wanting even more to wait, until we couldn't wait...any more.

We both sat, the covers well up to our necks looking at one another, each of us still trying to collect our respective breaths.

I saw a love in my sister's eyes...my stepsister's eyes that I had never seen before. And I think she saw the same thing in mine as well.

She began pulling the sheet down and away from herself, once again exposing her delicious looking breasts to me. She continued, the sheet now coming away from me as well until we now lay there side by side, looking at one another openly, appreciatively. We didn't discuss it, talk about it, question it...nothing.

I lay there watching Kris, watching as she began touching, fingering and playing with herself. I saw the way her own hands explored, teased, moved within and without. It was a wondrous, marvelous thing she was now sharing with me, as I began likewise sharing with her.

The intimacy we all share with ourselves, can at times be more than merely erotic. It is a vulnerability we don't often allow very many others to know about, or ever see. How we pleasure, touch, and arouse ourselves is uniquely different from person to person. And it's not so much in how we do, or even in the way we do it that makes it so intimate, so vulnerable an act. The fact that we're showing someone else, other than ourselves what it is that actually feels good, is what makes it so.

Seeing Kris, watching Kris watching me, was the most, spiritual, erotic, sensual moment of my entire life. It had even gotten to the point where we were no longer watching one another doing whatever it was we were doing. We had moved closer together, our heads side-by-side on the pillow, our lips just a breath away from one another. We kissed for the first time. It wasn't even a passionate kiss, more sensual, soft, lingering as our lips met, as our tongues first tickled one another briefly before parting again. Eyes open once more, I looked into her eyes as she looked into mine, the release for us both imminent, we were both hovering on the edge now, our breaths no longer our own as we breathed back and forth for one another.

"Don't close your eyes," she somehow managed to say. "Keep looking at me...keeping looking at me when you cum, as I will, when I cum looking at you," she said.

I saw it then...don't ask me how, but I saw it. The stars going off inside her head, the pupils of her eyes as they suddenly dilated, I was seriously and honestly looking into the window of her soul, just as Kris was looking through the window into my own. I felt the eruption, the sensation to close my eyes and simply succumb to it almost too great a pleasure to endure. But her eyes held mine, as mine continued holding hers. The delicious spurts of rapturous pleasure bathing us both, the contractions of ecstasy, which surely convulsed deep within her womb, held us both spellbound, the intensity, threatening us each to black out from the pure bliss of it. But somehow we held on, held on watching one another, more intensely intimate, more vulnerable a moment, than either one of us had ever shared with anyone else.

I fell asleep next to Kris, grateful that our parents no longer came down, or into my room to check in on us. Though the sun gave fair enough warning to me, that I slipped out of my sister's bed, soon after reaching my own, well enough ahead to not raise any suspicions as the new day began. And with it, an entirely different perspective on how I felt about what had now happened between us, and where it might possibly very well go, from there.
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