Chapter 3

A week or so after this episode I finally concluded that I wouldn't summon up the nerve to phone Mary-Anne and if I wanted to make any progress with her I needed to approach her in some other way. I decided to try writing her a letter and getting Anne to deliver it for me, so, 'striking while the iron was hot' (and before I lost my nerve) I sat down and penned my request.

'Mary-Anne,

I'm sorry not to have phoned you but when it came down to it I was frightened that you were kidding me and would just laugh when I called.

Pretty stupid, eh? I'm inexperienced and insecure and I will understand if you turn me down. Just do it nicely though, please.

If you did want to go out with me let me know and we could go to a movie or bowling or something. I'd really like to be with you anywhere.

Love

Bill.'

When I was sure that Anne was in her room and I could talk to her on her own, I knocked on her door and went in, pushing the door closed behind me. She was lying on her bed, reading some love magazine or other, and she looked up and said,

"What do you want, Creep?" for some reason she had been somewhat hostile to me since Mary-Anne's visit.

"I was wondering if you could give this note to Mary-Anne at school for me?" I tried my best to put a 'grateful in advance' look on my face.

"Why should I do that for you? What's in it? No, don't tell me. I bet you want to ask her out but are too frightened to phone her, right?" I didn't bother to reply, I knew she could see that she had hit the nail on the head by the look on my face.

"Give it here then. I know why you want to see her. I think it was absolutely disgusting what you did to her at the pool. You should be ashamed of yourself for what you did to her. Taking advantage of an innocent girl like that. You should apologise to her and then stay away from her." It was painfully obvious that the two of them had been talking and I didn't think that Mary-Anne had given her the whole story, and when she went on,

"I told her that she should tell either her parents or ours what you had done." I was sure of it.

"It was just as much her doing as it was mine. She seemed just as keen to touch me as I was her and I'm pretty sure that she uncovered herself deliberately." I was making sure that Anne knew it wasn't down to just me and I was fairly pissed that she could think that of me.

"Don't give me that! She would have told me if that was true. We tell each other everything." I couldn't believe that Anne would take her word before mine and I was so angry that I lashed out, verbally,

"Yeah, I know that. You even told her how often you play with yourself. Like - every day. If you feel that badly about me then don't bother. Stick the note up your arse." Anne knew straight away how angry I was, as I never used bad language in front of the family, and, when I turned to leave her she quickly stopped me,

"Don't go. I really didn't think that you would do anything bad to her and I guessed what had probably happened. I was a bit jealous of her getting an experience like that before me. I'm sorry and I will deliver your note. She didn't really say that about me, did she?"

"I'm afraid to say that she did. I did ask her first, though. Anyway, if you wanted to find out something or experiment, why didn't you ask?" I threw in the last bit sort of as a casual remark in passing.

"The bitch - I never thought she would blab out our secrets. And don't be so silly, you're my brother, after all!" Anne didn't look too convinced at her denial and I turned and left, saying as I went out,

"Thanks for the note, and what difference would being your brother make? I wouldn't be telling anyone and I don't suppose you would either?" and I closed the door softly behind me leaving her to consider what I had said.

A couple of days later Anne knocked on my door and came in when I grunted OK.

"I gave her the note and she said that she would love to go out with you. Anytime will be OK - just phone her and let her know when. She seemed very pleased to get asked."

"Thanks very much, Anne. I really appreciate that. I was too nervous to phone her - stupid eh?" I was waiting for her to leave but she went on,

"No, I don't think you're stupid at all. It's quite frightening to have to ask for something you're very uncertain about." She paused as if uncertain how to go on and I could see that she wanted something,

"Do you want to ask me something? Just ask away - you know anything between us will stay between us. I'm not like Mary-Anne - I don't blab out secret stuff."

"You remember how the other day you said I shouldn't worry about us being brother and sister?" When I nodded that I did, she went on, "You've got to promise me that if I ask you something you won't laugh at me or ever, ever tell anyone. I'd just die if you did."

I could see that she was very serious and I decided that the least I could do was treat her request in the same manner,

"Come on, Anne. You know you don't have to ask that. You're my sister, for God's sake, and you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Now just ask me what you want to."

"OK. Now remember what you promised - I've been dying to see a man's thing for ages and to learn exactly how men masturbate. Would you let me see yours? There! I've asked. I suppose you think I'm disgusting and terrible now, - just a slut." I couldn't help myself and I laughed a little and she instantly cried out,

"Oh. You promised you wouldn't laugh at me. You bastard." And she turned to leave and I quickly stopped her, saying,

"I'm not laughing at your request. I'm laughing at you being so nervous. I'm just as keen as you are to see the opposite sex jacking off. I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours? We'll have to be careful though."

A relieved smile came over her face and she appeared to breath a sigh of relief before suggesting,

"We must be able to get together sometime. What about tomorrow night? I was going with Mom and Dad for a meal when they take Tom to his music - I'll claim too much homework and stay home. What do you think?"

I agreed eagerly and she slipped out leaving me with my imagination working overtime fantasising about tomorrow night.

When I got home, first, from school next day I tapped on Moms' room as usual and this time I got lucky. Mom was getting ready for their meal out and was sitting in front of her dressing table putting her make up on. I sat beside her, on the bed, to talk to her.

"Are you sure that you don't want to come with us all for a meal? It's not too late to change your mind, you know."

When I confirmed that I really didn't want to go we just chatted in general as she finished putting her face on and brushing and pinning up her hair. I watched as she got up and went to her wardrobe and selected a dress and held it in front of her, asking,

"What about this? Think it will look all right? And that I won't look too fat in it?" Mom really seemed to have a thing about her weight and once again I reassured her,

"It will look great and, as I've told you before, you're nothing like being too fat. You're just right."

"Thanks for that, sweetie. For being such a good son I'll let you choose which underwear I wear tonight."

She opened her drawer and asked me to chose a set for her. This was the first time I had been in there and I was a bit surprised at how many and how different they all were, a mixture of all colours imaginable and many different types of material.

I fumbled through them, finding it a very exciting task, and the sensual feel of them in my fingers and the thoughts of what they concealed soon had the predictable result and I was sporting a hard-on. I finally chose a thin, lacy and almost transparent set of black briefs and bra and held them out to Mom and saw that she was standing, looking at my erection with an amused look on her face, as she took them from me.

"I might have known you'd choose them. All men seem to love black underwear. It must be the naughty aspect of the colour, it being the opposite to virginal white, that gets you all excited." She began to unbutton her blouse and I waited for her to ask me to leave and, when she didn't, I remained and watched her remove it. When she began unsnapping the clasp of her bra I was sure that, now, she would definitely make me go but, once again, she said nothing, just slipped out of it, baring her breasts to my eager view. She cupped a breast in each hand and rubbed and massaged them gently, as she said,

"Oh, it feels so good to have them free. I wish I was still young enough to go bra-less all the time. But they'd soon be banging against my knees if I tried that now-days." She continued to rub them as I watched and thought that they were still holding up pretty impressively for her age and I suddenly blurted out,

"Could I touch them again for a bit. I've almost thought about nothing else except how wonderful they felt in the bath and I've been dying to try again. Please! I could massage them for you."

Mom thought for just an instant then moved closer and released them to just swing there awaiting my touch and I soon had them cupped in my hands, wondering yet again at the softness and smoothness of them. I don't know why, it just occurred to me out of the blue, but suddenly I let go of one breast and held the other one with both hands and leant forward and ran my tongue over the nipple before sucking it between my lips (I wonder if is something that remains in the subconscious from breast feeding as a baby?). It puckered up and then seemed to swell and harden almost instantly, just like my cock seemed to do all the time and Mom let out a long sigh.

"I knew it wasn't a good idea to let you get in the habit of coming into my bedroom. I was sure that it would lead to mischief and I was right. Now you'd better let go so as I can carry on getting dressed." I did as she directed and watched, with some sadness, as she draped the straps of her fresh bra over her shoulder and then bend at the waist to lower her breasts into the cups before snapping the fastener. She unfastened her skirt and dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it, finishing up in just her black bra and white cotton nickers and looking extremely sexy and arousing.

I got a great view of her panty-covered bum and a hint of her pussy pouting down at the top of her thighs, when she bent over to pick up her discarded skirt. I thought I might have finally got lucky enough to watch her remove her panties in front of me but it was to my great disgust that I heard her order,

"Now, you had better get out of here, young man. You've already seen a lot more of me than is good for you. Only your father has seen more than you and if you think I'm going to take my panties off in front of you, you're sadly mistaken. Now go!" Mom just stood there unmoving, making sure that I knew she was definite about what she had said and to make sure that I closed her door after me.