Chapter 5

She goes to bed that night and lies there, thinking hard. She is wearing her huge T-shirt and, as she goes over the events of the last few days she, is getting a bit horny. She puts her hand under the T, jams her wrist up against her pussy and clamps it there, between her crossed thighs.

Eventually she concludes that there are three things she thinks are true:

1) He is a lovely, sensitive, passionate, empathic, and moral boy and she would have fucked his brains out long ago if he was not her brother.

2) What they are doing is causing no-one any harm and they are both loving every minute.

3) She is not sure, but she thinks she may be falling in love with him.

d) She really, really, really wants to feel his tongue in her pussy.

She added the final one at the last moment and may not have been thinking entirely clearly.

She decides that for tomorrow’s lesson she will teach him about foreplay and cunnilingus. If nothing else, one more man who knows how to do it properly will be a service to womankind.

She falls asleep, happy with her decision; her wrist still held tight between her thighs, now feeling slightly damp.

The next thing she knows she is hearing a strange chinking noise. She opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is a semi-erect penis, she’s guessing - probably Ryan’s. Above the penis is a tray from which the clinking is emanating. Above the tray is a very smiley and proud young face. She realises that she made the right decision; how could you tell that little face that the fun is over, and he should go and put some clothes on. “I made you some breakfast” it says. She gets a huge lump in her throat. She sits up in bed and arranges some pillows behind her. He puts the tray on her lap. She looks at the items on the tray: toast on a plate, burnt, but with most of the charcoal scraped off, complete half pound of butter, in it’s wrapper, jar of marmalade, mug of coffee. He looks so proud that she can’t help but be delighted. “That’s lovely Ryan, thank you.” she says and smiles fondly at him. She goes for the coffee first, it is actually pretty good, if a bit cool. The toast is cold and the butter, when she finally gets into it, is stone cold - straight from the fridge. He is looking at her so expectantly that she slices slivers of butter onto the toast, and covers it with the marmalade. She takes a bite, it is not good, but she smiles and says “Lovely.” He beams at her. God, she thinks, this boy could compete in ‘Cute’ at the Olympics. She decides that distraction might be the best solution. “I’ve gotta pee” she says. He lifts the tray and she pulls the covers back exposing, actually exposing her naked stomach, pussy and legs, she wasn’t actually expecting that. The penis ratchets up to a good three quarters. “Maybe you should take that down to the kitchen and I’ll finish it there.” she says, pulling her T-shirt down and heading towards the bathroom.

When she gets down to the kitchen it looks like a bomb’s hit it; there’s no sign of Ryan. She nibbles on the toast and then hides the rest under some of the other trash in the bin. She finishes the coffee while tidying up the mess, humming to herself while she does; she is very happy.

She goes upstairs to change. This morning she is going to, at least partially, fulfil one of her fantasies. She dresses in her spare cheerleading outfit but with no underwear. We are both going to enjoy this a lot, she thinks.

When she goes outside she finds Ryan lying on the sun-lounger. She walks over to him and looks down, she can see that he has put some suntan lotion on; he is all shiny and glistening. He is looking at her legs and his cock rises. “What do you want to do today?” she asks. As she says this, she takes the bottom of her skirt and slowly raises it until she can see from his reaction, that the bottom of her pussy is showing. “Err, don’t mind” he replies. His cock is now hard and twitching. She turns around and repeats the process, flashing the bottom of her ass at him. “Nothing coming to mind?” she teases, wiggling her ass at him. “You could do a handstand?” He ventures. “Naughty boy! I’m going to do some more practice. Tell me what you think.” This is not quite what she has fantasised about, but she thinks it’s as close as she’s ever going to get. She puts some music on and starts to dance, adding in some twirls. The air on her moist pussy feels great and she loves the effect she is having on Ryan. When she does high kicks her pussy lips open up and she can feel the breeze inside her; it feels so good that she wants to feel the breeze on her breasts and nipples too. She guesses that her fantasy really was to dance naked in front of strangers, and she decides to go for it. She takes her singlet off first and the air on them is just as good as she hoped. Then she takes off the skirt. Ryan actually starts applauding at this point so she bows to him. She starts dancing again and it feels wonderful to feel the air moving over her whole body and with her breasts free of any restraint. She can feel a pulsing in her vagina and she is reaaly quite moist. She does a tumbling routine and, when she lands it, she raises her arms and spins in quarter turns, thrusting out her tits and ass, just like she has seen gymnasts do. On the third quarter she stops. A delivery guy has come round the side of the house and he is watching her. She starts to cover up her tits and pussy, maybe she isn’t that keen on displaying all her charms to a stranger after all. Then she realises that the delivery guy is not, in fact, a guy, he is a she. She is much happier with this idea, in fact she is very happy, and carries on with her display. She can only see the woman from time to time, but she can tell that she is getting slowly closer. She can see the woman’s face now, and she is quite attractive, probably late twenties. She is holding a box in her hands and her expression is hard to read, but definitely very interested. She carries on with her moves adding some split-kicks. She can now see that the woman is holding the box with only one hand. The other is hidden behind the box. Is she...? The idea that this woman might be masturbating while watching her gives her a huge thrill, but she can’t be sure when her head is moving about so much. She does a handstand and, while there, she does the splits. This is not a move they actually use, it would cause too many heart attacks! As she does it, she can feel her pussy open right up, and it nearly causes to to fall, but she steadies, then looks between her arms at the woman. She can clearly see that her arm is moving in the distinctive way of someone rubbing themselves. Her pussy clenches hard and her clit is tingling. She rolls out of the hold, stands up, and turns to face the woman, smiling widely. The woman returns her smile. At this point Ryan turns to see who she is smiling at and, when he sees the woman he jumps to his feet. She sees the woman look at Ryan’s hard cock and now knows what her expression was: lust. She walks slowly towards the woman, putting on her best catwalk model strut. When she gets within arms reach, she looks at her face and sees that she is staring at her breasts, Hannah waits patiently until the woman looks up at her then smiles warmly at her. Then she looks down at the woman’s crotch and can see a clear vertical crease in her slacks. She looks back up to the woman’s face who, this time, is staring at her crotch. When the woman looks back up to her face again, Hannah puts out her hands; the woman reaches out with the parcel. Hannah puts her hands on the woman’s upper arms, leans in and kisses her on the mouth, no tongues, that would be weird, but a long, firm kiss, which the woman returns, with some passion. When she breaks the kiss the woman’s expression is still lust but with a bit of astonishment thrown in. Hannah snatches the parcel, winks at her, and skips away back to Ryan; laughing gaily. She shouts “Thank you!” to the woman over her shoulder as she goes.

Ryan was obviously very impressed by seeing her, naked, kissing another girl; it is written all over his penis, or at least leaking all over it. She doesn’t wait for him to ask, and leads him by the hand back to the lounger. She checks and the woman has gone. She had loved feeling Ryans body reacting as he wanked for her before, and she wants to feel it again, only more so. She sits astride the bed and pats between her legs, nodding her head for to Ryan to sit there. He sits back against her, and she can just feel the top of his butt crack touching her, now very wet, pussy. She puts her arms around his waist and pulls him tight up against her. She then brings her legs in until they squeeze hard on his, and puts her head on his left shoulder. She breathes in deeply through her nose and, there it is, his wonderful fragrance. She pulls him even harder against her groin. “I want you to wank for me now please Ryan.” she says softly. In this position she can feel every tiny twitch of his muscles as he slowly brings himself off. Every time his ass cheeks clench, which is often, it squeezes her pussy deliciously. As he gets near to the finish she opens her mouth in the hope of catching some of his sperm. In the last moments the tremors she can feel are extraordinary and the way his whole body goes rigid as he erupts is even better than she had hoped for. She didn’t manage to catch any in her mouth but scoops up fingerfulls from his chest and savours it while she holds him tight for as long as he will let her.

After a shower, where she wet shaves again, she goes to her Mother’s closet. She knows exactly what she wants to wear but she hasn’t got it herself. She finds what she is looking for: a knee length silk skirt. She slips it on over her naked body, and swings her ass from side to side, watching herself in the full length mirror. It clings to her skin beautifully and the sensation as it slides across he ass and pussy is divine. She pairs it with one of her own silk blouses, which feels just as good as it brushes over her breasts and her now, very erect nipples. She decides, there and then, to buy herself more silk stuff like this as soon as she can.