Scott and I grew up together. Literally. We had lived in the same town since we were old enough to remember, were in the same classes through grade school, junior high and now high school. We had a lot of things in common; we were both 15 - our birthdays were two months apart. We both had a younger sister -- mine was now 13; his would be 13 a month later. Scott and I did a lot of stuff together -- literally exploring our smalltown universe for over a decade -- but it never included our sisters. Little sisters are always just there. Nothing you notice except when they got into your stuff or in some other little girl way, cause you grief.

But when Scott's sis turned twelve, something started to change. I started to notice her. When I would jack off, there was always a pair of her panties that I had stolen from the clothes hamper in their bathroom that I would use to shoot my gooey teenage cum into. Then I would sneak them back into the hamper next time I was there. Whenever I looked at Cindy, I wondered if she was wearing a pair of panties that at one time had held my semen. After I had done this quite a few times, I was almost sure that she was. Too bad they had been washed. Nevertheless, the thought still aroused me.

Her panties, at least when I started doing this, were little-girl style: Cotton print, sometimes white, sometimes lace around the brim. Then, all of a sudden there were different ones -- these were bikini style - still cotton -but a definite indicator that Cindy was coming of age. There is nothing that I would not do to see her in a pair of those panties.

Cindy was blonde, her hair always cut in a precision straight line across the bangs and the back, never a hair out of place. Her big brown eyes always cast a look of innocence and a hint of shyness. Scott, shared his sisters big brown eyes but had a matching dark brown head of hair that gave him a very wholesome look. You could tell that Scott and Cindy were brother and sister at the first glance, though.

One night when I stayed overnight at Scott's, it happened. Cindy and I noticed each other. It was at the dinner table. Scott was talking to his mom and I had glanced across the table at Cindy. She looked at me, our glances locked for what seemed like minutes. We were both totally out of touch with our surroundings. As l looked into her eyes, my thoughts were of her panties. Did she know that between her legs, next to her smooth little mound, was soft cotton that had once been soaked with my jism? With my eyes I told her. Over and Over again. It was almost as she was understanding what I was thinking when our private telepathic conversation was interrupted by her brothers question.

"What do you think, Steve?", he asked. I had no idea what he was talking about. I had been isolated in a private sphere with his sister, oblivious to anything going on around the table. I noticed that made a shy smile and then looked away upon hearing her brothers voice.

Later, Cindy came into the TV room wearing her pajamas - a flannel short gown that came down about mid thigh. As she lay on her stomach in front of the TV, I could get an occasional glance of her panties which I instantly recognized as ones that I had cum in more on more than one occasion. Their mom had already gone to bed, having finished her customary bottle of wine, and we were staying up watching Nightmare on Elm Street. I continued to get brief, occasional glances of her panties as she would reposition herself on the floor. Sometimes I got a peek of inner thigh or of smooth round buttocks protruding from beneath the leg band. I tried not to make myself obvious when I stole these peeks, unsure of what Scott would do if he caught me eyeing up his sister. But that stopped becoming a problem when Scott got up to go to the bathroom.

And I guess it stopped being a problem for Cindy too. Because what had been all-too-brief, seemingly accidental peeks at her panties had suddenly become a full spread. Cindy had grabbed a big pillow from the floor and positioned herself over it. In doing so, her pajamas scooted up just below her butt. Her knees were bent slightly as the pillow was under her stomach and I could see a full view of her panties as they covered her butt. I was in heaven. Just as I was sure that this exhibitionism was accidental and that she had no idea she was arousing me tremendously, she changed positions again, this time spreading her legs widely apart, now giving me a complete view of her crotch. Damn! She had to know what she was showing me, didn't she?

I could have sworn that I saw a wet spot where her crack was under her panties. Maybe she was aware of me and wanted to explore as bad as I did. How could I find out? But as I contemplated the question while still enjoying the view, she shifted again, this time blocking my view completely. Oh well, for the better, I thought, because Scott entered the room a second later. Shortly after that, Cindy stood and announced that she would see us both tomorrow. In a way, I was relieved. I needed to find a quiet place to jack off and would have to wait for Scott to fall asleep before that would be possible.

It seemed like it was hours before I had the courage to test Scott's slumber, shaking him slightly, asking him if he were still awake. When I was convinced that he was not, I got out of bed, dressed only in my jockey shorts and tee shirt, and quietly walked to the bathroom that separated Scott's room from Cindy's. I hoped that there would be a fresh pair of her panties in the hamper as I opened the door. I was halfway in the bathroom before I realized that Cindy was already in there, wearing only her panties and a cotton bra-type top. "Sorry!," I said starting to back out of the bathroom.

"No, it's okay," she replied. "Is Scott asleep?" she asked me in a whisper.

I told her I was pretty sure that he was. She checked, and satisfied that he was in fact soundly sleeping, locked the bathroom door from his side first, then hers. It seemed like forever until she said to me, "I know what you have been doing to my panties. Like, at first I was grossed out because I thought it was my brother but then when I came into the bathroom just after you used it the other day, and I figured it out."

She must have sensed my discomfort as she revealed my secret. "But like it is no big deal, you know. I even have been wearing them afterwards, when you did it in the clean ones out of my drawer, just to see how it feels to have a guys stuff next to me all day." It didn't occur to me until later that I had never touched any panties from her drawer, just her hamper.

We talked a little, my dick got tremendously stiff. She admitted to teasing me earlier. I asked if she was a virgin and she said that she was, 'kinda'. "Shit," I thought. I asked if she would like to "do some stuff" with me and she said that she was not ready to go all the way yet but that she would like for me to cum in her panties... while she wore them. I thought I would shoot off right there.

But then we had to figure out how we were going to accomplish this. We couldn't go in her bedroom in case her mom happened to come in for some reason. But if we were in the bathroom and heard her mom enter the bedroom, I could always go out the other door into Scott's room and she would never know.

Cindy sat up on the vanity directly across from the commode. "Well," she asked me, "you better start doing it before tomorrow gets here already."

The moment of truth. Was I horny enough to drop my shorts in front of a twelve-year old girl and start jacking off while she watched? It seemed kinda perverse, but my cock was stiffer than it had ever been and this was the closest I had ever been to realizing my fantasy of doing it with my best friend's little sister. I slipped my hands under either side of the wasteband and dropped the shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. With one hand I began to slowly stroke the length of my cock. I took the other and reached for Cindy's panties, ready to help her out of them. She pulled away.

"I am not ready for that yet," she told me. I asked her how I was supposed to cum in her panties if she wouldn't let me touch them and she said that when I was ready to cum, she would pull them out and then let me shoot in them. She explained again that she was not ready to go all the way and was not going to take a chance on something happening, not just yet. I didn't want to blow it so I backed off a little. But standing and jacking off and watching myself and my panty clad little friend in the mirror was making me go soft. She noticed, watching my cock intently.

"I am making you nervous, right?", She asked.

"Embarrassed is more like it," I responded. "Maybe if I could see your pussy while I do this, it would go better."

"Okay, sit over there," she said, nodding toward the toilet. I did as I was told, my cock regaining it's rigidity in anticipation of viewing the little girl's slit.' Once again, as I sat on the commode, I started to stroke my cock. Cindy leaned back against the mirror, reached underneath the leg band of her panties and pulled the crotch from one side to the other exposing her hairless slit. It was beautiful. She continued to pull her panties across and up so that now I could see the tuft of soft blonde down that slightly graced the top of her pussy.

Holding the panties out of the way with her left hand, she spread her legs. My God, I could see pink. The inside of her slit glistened. And there it was: the tiny bud of her clitoris above the little hole that was the gateway to her canal.

Braver now, and less inhibited, I reached between my legs and started to rub my balls with my other hand, just like I did when I jacked off alone. She asked me what I thought about when I did that. I told her that as of late, it had been her, just like she was, naked or in panties. She had started to massage the bud above her hole while she watched me.

I asked her what she would have done if it had been her brother that had been cumming in her panties and she said, "Oh probably nothing." She explained that it was just kind of inconvenient having her clean panties soiled too (realizing once again then that I had not been doing anything to her clean panties). She told me how she had spied on her brother in the changing room by their swimming pool and had peeped through a crack in the blinds to watch him jack off. She said that she was frustrated because just before he came, he turned and shot his wad into a pair of jockey shorts. She had really wanted to see what it looked like when he squirted but she only got to see his butt twitch as he got off.

And how she one time got naked and masturbated in her room while she knew her brother was watching through the partially open door. He didn't know she was intentionally putting on a show for him. I asked her why, if she was not wanting to do anything with him and she explained that it made her excited knowing someone was watching and that he couldn't do anything anyway because their mom was up at the time so she felt safe.

I felt myself nearing an explosion as I watched her manipulate herself. She must have sensed it from watching me because she suddenly stood, her legs now together at the knees but her feet wide apart, her knees bent forward as she leaned over me on the commode. She braced herself on the tank with one arm and with the other on her front wasteband, held her panties away from her body and down slightly. I now had a close-up aerial view of her little mound.

"Just do it in there when you're ready. Soak it all you want. But don't try and put it in or anything," she cautioned me, as if in hesitant afterthought. "And I want to see it when you squirt!"

"Here it is!" I said, breaking the near whisper that we had been talking in previously, trying to catch my breath. The first gush hit off course directly in her navel, immediately cascading down her stomach toward the patch of hair above her cunt. As I corrected my aim, the second intercepted the first wad on its way down right at about where her sprouting patch of fur started. Then, as my cock gushed uncontrollably, I half stood and guided it closer to her slit. I am not sure if she leaned forward or I stood up, but my cock actually touched her crack, the head burrowing slightly between her hairless little cunt lips as it continued to spew sperm.

As my warm semen squirted into her crack, her legs parted at the knees. My cock slipped in it's own fluid slowly down her crack. I felt her hole and the head of my dick stopped right over it. I could have driven it in if I wanted to, but I had promised her that I wouldn't and I didn't want to mess things up at this point. I looked her directly in the eye as my last few gushes of sperm squirted directly into Cindy's cunt! I held it there until it was done.

Cindy stood up straight and let her panties go back into position. They were dark with wetness all through the crotch and front -- glistening in spots with my cum. She sat back on the sink and spread her legs wide in front of me at about my eye level. Pulling the crotch of her panties to one side, she inserted the tip of her index finger about half the way into the gooey passage while she vigorously massaged her clit with the other. As she fingered her hole, the jism that I had shot up into her was oozing out and running down the crack of her ass.

It took but a few minutes until she started to spasm -- her little body shook uncontrollably as she fingered her hole. In a sudden wave of bravery, I stood between her legs and positioned my cock directly against her wet little slit. She removed the finger that was in her hole and held her legs wide open, the crotch of her panties still gathered up in one, held off to one side, while she supported herself on the sink with the other. I placed my cock over her hole but didn't push, I waited. Would she change her mind and go all the way?

She allowed herself to slip forward ever so slightly, my cock finding a smooth entrance into her well lubricated cunt. She stopped just as the head was about to clear the opening and bury itself in her little girl pleasure. "Please be gentle. If it starts to hurt, stop." she said, looking me once again directly in the eye. I responded with a slight, steady pressure that resulted in a small "pop" as the head of my cock slipped past the ring of the entrance to her canal. I held it there. I couldn't believe how hard it was just to catch my breath to talk.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked.

"Yes." she answered, "but it wasn't very nice. The guy was real pushy and it hurt."

I pushed a little more and my cock, it's head now fully engulfed in her very tight passage, managed to sink in another half inch. Somehow, instinctively, I knew that I was supposed to be pumping her. I wasn't at the point where I could pump yet, I was just trying to get it in so that it didn't hurt her and I was sure that once things were "settled", there would be plenty of time for action. Also, there was her brother in the next room -- a scream or even a cry of pain may cause an untold reaction. So we talked. That's right --talked! As she sat on the vanity with her legs spread and my cock about a quarter of the way into her cum- lubricated cunt, we held a conversation!

She told me about the first attempt that had been so painful. The place was bad -- the back seat of a car behind the bowling alley where everyone hung out -- the guy, a 19 year old jock from the local junior college, was in a big hurry to claim his prize. All she had really wanted to do when they started was jack him off but things got out of hand, so to speak, and she ended up with an 85 pound body trying to resist 185 pounds of jock. The boy ended up cumming only seconds after his enormous cock ravaged her virgin hole. She didn't even get to accomplish what she had really set out to do... watch him cum.

I told her that I had never even seen a girl naked before except a few real brief glimpses of my sister a long time ago. I told her how I jacked off in her panties and even took a pair home with me and did it there too.

"Like, if you got the chance, would you do it with your sister?"

"I don't think my sister would do it with me -- or anyone, for that matter." I replied.

"She did it with Scott last week when she stayed over with me." She said, in an informative tone, like a little girl tattling. She thought that I was asleep but I listened to the whole thing through the bathroom door.

I felt the blood rush to my head. My sister, Susan, and Scott actually fucking! By now, My cock was over half way in and I was starting to pump. The conversation was getting us both hot and we would have to stop frequently and catch our breath as we fucked. She told me that Susan still didn't know that she knew and described the details of the sound of the bed squeaking. She was sure that her mom would hear but she was, as usual, passed out after having put away a bottle of wine. That's why she didn't want to do it in her room. She even told of how she stayed up until Susan was sound asleep and she raised her nightgown and parted her panties to see if her brother had cum in her. He had.

"So, like what then, would you do it with Susan if you could?" she persisted.

"Would you do it with Scott?" I returned.

"Well, if something had happened and you wouldn't have stayed over tonight, I would have tried to get Scott to let me jack him off. Like, I even had an extra key to the bathroom door made so that I could open it when he got really into doing it himself. That way he wouldn't tell me no, he would be too horny. I don't think I would let him fuck me though. Maybe I would. It would depend. Like maybe I would after I did it with you and he did it with Susan, we could trade. I just don't want to be the first girl on the block to fuck my own brother, you know?" she rambled.

My cock was all the way into her now. I wasn't pumping full strokes, just short thrusts. Her cunt was so tight around my cock but it felt so warm and good. And her talking while I was inside her made it jiggle.

"Here, let me show you what I would do to my sister Susan if I had the chance." I slowly withdrew my cock from her cunt and stood her up in front of the vanity. With a hand on each side of her panties, I pulled them over her hips. They dropped to the floor where she stepped out of them. I started to lift the cotton bra over her head and she stopped me. "Susan probably let your brother see her tits. Hell, she went to bed with him and let him fuck her, didn't she?"

She slipped the bra over her head by herself. Her tits were pointy little mounds. Compared to the ones Scott and I had ogled in girlie magazines, they were obviously in the early stages of development. I turned her around so that she faced the full surrounding mirrors of the vanity. She got the idea and stood with her feet apart had her hands bracing herself on the sink. I entered her from behind.

The whole obscene show was visible in the mirror to both of us -- my cock slipping in and out of her slippery, wet, hairless little cunt. An occasional view of my balls as they swung against the edge of the vanity when we got too close. Her little pointy tits as I let them squeeze between my fingers while I fucked her. The feel of her smooth soft little ass against my newly acquired pubic hair. A collage of sights and sensations and sights peppered with phrases of our incestuous fantasies.

"I want to jack off Scott while Susan jacks you off!" she exclaimed.

"I'll fuck Susan right in front of you while your brother takes you from behind like this. By the way, it must have been him that jacked off in your clean panties because I only used the ones in the hamper."

She sort of froze for a second. "Really?" she asked, almost as if doubting herself as much as what I was telling her. "He's been doing it in my panties too? OOOHHHhhhhhhh......" She started the spasms again that had shook her little body earlier when she masturbated in front of me. Her cunt tightened around my cock and I started once again to pump -- long, full strokes that drove the head of my teenage member against the rear wall of the little girl's cunt. Her feet were now wide apart and far back from the vanity. Her upper body was almost horizontal, her little titties pointing straight down as she braced herself with her arms. My hands were on her waist where I now slid her up and down on my cock.

I erupted in her sending stream after stream of hot teenage cum deep into her. Even as I looked in the mirror and saw Scott peeking through the partially open door, I continued to squirt into the girl. She saw him too, but stopped twisting her rump only when my cock started going soft and would miss it's mark, slipping up the front of her crack, on every other stroke.

"Nice talk!" Scott said with a smile after he knew from the eye contact that we had both seen him. Cindy, still out of breath, turned and reached for her bra top, ignoring the globs of jism that were squishing out of her cunt as she stood and dripped down her leg.

"Guess this makes us even as far as sister-fucking goes, eh?"

I sensed that there was no problem -- this was the first major experience that Scott and I hadn't shared as long as we knew each other. But now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag, there was no tension. Even Cindy felt it and turned and sat on the vanity without even bothering to pick up her panties. But she did cover her tits... she was sensitive about those!

Scott stood before his sister, clad only in his jockey shorts, unlike me who was still wearing a tee shirt. "Are you serious about doing it with me?" he asked her.

"First, I want you to jack off in front of Steve and me," she said, "after all, you watched us do it for real. You will talk about what you did with Susan. Then we will see if I am horny enough to let you squirt it up inside of me."

Scott was soon completely naked, sitting on the toilet. Cindy sat on the vanity with her legs apart, an occasional globule of cum seeping from her cunt. I sat on the side of the bathtub, feeling myself up as Scott described fucking my sister. It was her idea. She caught him jacking off at our house with her panties in our bathroom. I was out in the pool at the time and wondered why Scott was in the bathroom for so long... she was jacking him off. They didn't chance fucking then but she had begged Cindy to invite her over for the night the next weekend (which, incidentally, had made Cindy suspicious).

As Scott talked, I tried hard to picture Susan jacking him off and later going to bed with him. I decided then and there that I was going to fuck my sister too, just like Scott was going to fuck his.

Then he started a faster, even beat of stroking up and down on his cock which I knew from experience meant he was going to cum. Cindy hopped down from the vanity and straddled him as the first wad shot high into the air splattering all over her flat stomach. As it dripped obscenely down her belly, another wad hit her crack and instantly started to form a long, thick drop reaching downward but not separating. Then she lowered herself on her brother's cock and started doing knee bends while he emptied himself into her.

They looked into each other's eyes as they fucked, for a while, lost in each other's thoughts. Then I realized that I had brought myself to the brink of orgasm. I stood and looked for an appropriate repository for my brewing jism -- then I found it. Cindy was bent over her brother, his cock still moving in and out of her hole like a piston. The cheeks of her butt were spread and her tight little asshole was exposed to my view. I shot my wad hitting her directly on target. I watched as the cum dripped down her crack and then down her brother's cock, splitting into two streams at his balls and continuing down the inside of his thighs. He was forcing wads of it back up into her cunt with his strokes. She came once again, but only after sinking her tongue deep into her brother's mouth. They kissed until she climbed off.

It took a while for us all to realize what we had just experienced. And the talk immediately turned to including Susan in our next encounter. FINIS