I stood up and stood beside the table. Jenny pushed back her chair and did the same and moved toward me. I could see her nipples were hard, though it might have been cold as much as lust. She opened her arms and I stepped in close, wrapping my arms around her as she hugged me. I tilted my head and brought my lips to hers. Our eyes met. Jenny's gaze was steady - or at least as steady as mine. I was drunk with lust, my heart was pounding, and my hands were trembling.
We kissed. Long and deep. Tongues writhing, my hands squeezing her into me so her breasts pressed on my chest. We broke apart and both gasped. Jenny's look said she was definitely horny but she wasn't trembling. She noticed my shaking and looked - I guess impressed is almost the right word.
'Golly Ian, you are shaking. Is that all for me?'
I forced a chuckle. I had done it! Jenny wanted me for a lover not just someone to fuck. And that meant I could probably talk her into just about anything.
'No, Jenny, that', I motioned with my eyes downwards, 'is all for you. If you want it.'
Yes, I actually said that. Lame and cheesy, straight from the letters page of Penthouse. I'm sorry. I was a teenager, what can I say?
'I do Ian. I do want my brother's cock. Soon.'
She opened the freezer and took out the gin. Still without speaking, she took down two glasses and poured what I now judge to be about a triple. We had already discussed that we didn't feel like neat gin so she mixed it with a little lemonade in the coffee plunger and added ice cubes and a splash of bitters to make a sort of pink gin because we felt this was sophisticated.
We were just taking our first sip when there was the beep of a car horn and the pizza and fries had arrived. We tried to act normal as I opened the door and paid. A minute after the delivery car had gone we were at the kitchen table cramming the food in and sipping the pink gin. We laughed as we realised we had had a narrow escape - imagine if we'd been in the bath, or, as I put it, 'what if I had been in you?'
We said almost nothing while we ate and half listened to the TV in the sitting room. We finished eating at the same time and looked at each other. It was a mild evening and the heating timer had kicked in a while ago to make the house really quite pleasant.
We finished our unwisely strong pink gins. Or perhaps it had ben wise to make them strong because we needed to loosen our inhibitions - though I reflected that we hadn't really exhibited any inhibitions so far.
Jenny was the first to speak, 'Come on, I was serious about that bath.' She reached out a hand and pulled me off the couch and then tugged me down the hallway to the bathroom.
We pulled each other's clothes off, the dressing up in panties and lingerie forgotten for now. Jenny wordlessly took our dressing gowns [bath robes for you foreigners] from the hooks in the bathroom and passed mine to me.
As she loosely belted hers around her waist I found it just as sexy to only see half her tits and a quick flash of cunt hair as it had been to stand next to her naked body a few seconds before. Jenny took my hand and led me back towards the kitchen. My throat was constricted with tension and as I started to clear my throat to speak, Jenny put her finger across my lips.
Jenny stood up and undid the belt of her dressing gown so it fell open. Weird. Seeing her effectively naked - I could see her tits and cunt hair - but still technically wearing something, was maybe more arousing than seeing her fully naked. I can't explain it.
'OK then, just as a warm up, umm well, I've touched you, Ian. Umm do you want to touch me?'
'Yes, please.'
'Do you promise to do what I say and be gentle?'
'Jenny, of course I'll be gentle. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you. I love you.'
Jenny smiled and ran her right forefinger between her labia from rear to front.
'I know Ian, and I love you too. But you have to admit that touching is a bit more intimate for a girl. Boys like rough handling - at least you do. I want you to touch me. But just understand it is also a bit scary for me. I'll lie on my bed, we can save the big bed for the real thing.'
Funny that we both thought only vaginal penetration counted as 'the real thing' and all the other things we had done and talked about were 2nd class.
We went to her room. It felt like we'd done this a hundred times but I was still entranced by the tuft of pubes and by her small firm tits. Jenny shrugged off the dressing gown and lay back on her bed, head on the pillow. She motioned with her eyes and chin for me to stand at the end of the bed. I quickly moved into place and she pointed her toes, lifted her heels and slid her feet up the bed - making her knees stick up. She spread her knees while keeping her heels together, and placed a hand on each thigh and rubbed upwards towards - but not touching her cunt. She repeated the rubbing, opening and closing her knees and lifting her arse off the bed a little each time.
Here was my sister, naked, and asking me to masturbate her. To be honest her forwardness was daunting. I'd thought about touching her but I'd always imagined a slow build up. Ahh, but of course! Why not ask for the slow build up?
'Jenny, can I undress you too?'
'What? But I'm naked now.'
'Yeah, but could you, like, put your school clothes on, and then I could undress you.'
Jenny thought a moment, processing this.
'OK, that would be cool. But, are you sure you want me to wear my uniform? I have some nice dresses.
'I know but, please, Jenny, I always think you look sexiest in your uniform.'
'Alright. Do you want to help me get dressed?'
'No, I really like the idea of discovering what panties and bra you have on.'
Jenny walked over to her drawers and opened the one with her panties.
'Hmm, ok. Well you better turn around then.'
I did, erection swaying as I did. I listened to the rustle of clothes against skin and pictured each step. I know, I know. It seems totally the wrong way round but I was really enjoying the mental picture of my sister getting dressed behind me. Yes, she was naked and I knew she'd like it if I was looking at her naked. Instead I had chosen to look away while she put clothes on.
I listened hard and heard her lift one leg then the other - stepping into her panties I guessed. This was confirmed as she softly said 'You'll like these ones - on me, off me, and on you later.' I heard her pull up the small zip on her school dress and heard her hands smooth down the wrinkles.