Author's note: I seem to be getting many compliments for the slower pace of this series, and still a few that want it picked up a bit. It's my feeling that each little episode deserves it's own attention, and that attention gets diminished if it is all thrown together. Doing it this way I can add the details needed to hopefully frame each occurrence for it's own worth. For those of you who like that, enjoy.
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Over the next couple weeks we became bolder and bolder, at least when we were totally alone. If anyone was home, due home or coming over we cooled it. Neither of us wanted to get caught. On that we were unanimous.
The kissing slacked off a bit. My best guess at that was because Kathy would get too turned on and had very little control. I suppose it scared her to be out of control and leave the judgment to anyone but herself. That was probably a correct judgment.
But the naked games got hotter. Neither of us hardly ever got dressed without the other one seeing, at least when no one was home. We posed for one another in various stages of undress as well. Kathy especially liked posing semi nude or nude in a teasing fashion. She loved turning me on and knowing that she could, at a moment's notice, with or without my permission.
I remember getting a call from a girl one morning and Kathy answered it. She handed me the phone and then as I talked to her she stood maybe five feet away and stripped - slowly and very sexy. Ever try to carry on a conversation with a beautiful girl stripping right there in front of you, much less your own sister!
There was very little touching however. She'd let me touch her breasts occasionally but not extended building type touching. Probably same reason as the kissing. It was still the best couple weeks I'd ever experienced up to that time.
It progressed until she was about to shower one morning. We used to normally shower at night but she was this morning for some reason. I watched her get naked to shower and then I asked if she wanted me to shower with her. She was definite that I NOT. I expected as much since there was bound to be touching. But she said I was welcome to come in and watch.
I came in and sat on the toilet seat and watched as she climbed in and started to shower. It was so sexy watching the water and suds cascade down her back and over her perfect round cheeks or down the front of her between her breasts and over her navel to disappear between her legs. And when she took her wash cloth to her breasts and washed each, giving special time mostly for my enjoyment, I was enthralled.
But the best part was washing her pussy. Not sure if it was her norm, but she saved that part for last. She began scrubbing it with a very soapy cloth. She gave a little moan for my benefit. Then after seeing how hard I was she began to wash it with just a soapy hand with her leg up on the tub where I could see everything. "Oh wow that feels soooooooo good" she groaned. After washing it and stroking it and rubbing between her lips and all around it, she straightened up to rinse off.
"Keep it up," I entreated.
"Nooo way," she giggled as the water rinsed her thoroughly.
I was happy to just be witnessing all this so I didn't really expect her to masturbate for me. But I had to give it a try. As she finished up rinsing, I was still concentrating on the thought of her masturbating in the throws of an orgasm. I didn't say anything until she shut the shower off.
Do you masturbate Sis," I blurted out. We were by then close enough to ask at least. It was still a shock to her that I asked I think, because she paused and looked amazed.
She didn't answer but went on drying herself as we chatted, naked all the while, like some married couple. She finally said, "Do you? Well I know YOU do."
I said, "How do you know that. We're not spying are we?"
She answered, "Well I take that as a yes then," giggling. "If you wondered if I was spying, then that means there must be something to spy on."
I blushed at her Sherlock Holmes type deduction and didn't answer.
"Besides, I figured when we mess around and you leave to go to the bathroom all the time, there must be a connection," she smirked.
Trying to defend myself, (it was a bit of a put down for guys to be known to masturbate back then), I said, "You don't know that."
She let out a solid laugh at that but said nothing. Then from out of nowhere as she finished drying her foot, she said, "Yeah I masturbate too. Most people do I suppose."
That's what I loved most about my sister lately. She could have enjoyed playing up my embarrassment here, but instead she not only dropped it but gave me ammunition.
My thoughts were certainly not on embarrassing her of course. They were picturing this beautiful hunk of womanhood lying on a bed, naked, legs parted, eyes closed and fingering herself. I had seen all the parts, but not the whole. I'd even seen her just now stroking herself and the thought that it might have been real had I not been there was electrifying.
"That doesn't shock you does it," she asked of my silence. "Oh no, of course not. I just never thought..." I stopped because I remembered her questioning of what I think of her and this began to sound like I now being judgmental of her.
"You didn't think girls did it too?" she giggled.
"I suppose not," I snickered.
"Oh Michael, girls do it every bit as much as boys!"
I liked where this was headed: chatting about masturbation with my naked sister. She had finished drying and instead of wrapping in a towel to head to her room as she would have a month ago, she simply walked out naked with me following behind all the way into her room.
"So what gets a girl excited enough to masturbate," I continued.
She laughed uncomfortably and said, "Oh my, what a broad question. I suppose the same things that get boys excited enough to do it."
"So did you do it after we..." I paused and didn't finish.
She was at her dresser to get some panties and a bra. She stopped and straightened up, but didn't face me. She did glance at me several times in the mirror and then away pretending to wait for the conclusion of my sentence, but obviously deciding on an answer. She nodded yes, looking at me now for my reaction.
"So it excited you then as much as it did me, did it?" I queried.
She took a pair of blue satin panties out of the drawer and sat on the bed, taking no precautions to keep her legs closed. She wasn't even looking my way. She nodded yes, with a rather serious face, but then smiled quickly looking up at me.
"I'm really glad," I said.
"Are you? Why?" she said throwing the pressure back on me.
I actually turned myself away from my naked sister with her legs spread feeling suddenly shy and answered, "I guess just because I enjoyed it SO much I just hoped you did too." Then I turned back to her to see her reaction, just as she stood to pull up her panties. Even with the conversation going as it was, it was still hard to concentrate with her naked presence.
Standing there topless in her pretty blue panties, she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead saying, "Yes I did... very much," as calmly as if she'd just told me she liked blueberries.
"I wonder if you could show me sometime how a woman does it," I managed to get out through shaky lips, and I blushed.
She had picked up her bra to put it on and had put it over her shoulders with her back to me waiting for me to snap it up. She looked back, eyebrows raised and mouth open and said, "What, how we masturbate?? That's going a bit too far, don't you think."
Feeling bolder as I held the straps of her bra in my fingers and snapped up each hook one by one slowly to enjoy the act, I said, "Well you don't have to do it. I just meant to show me how."
