Chapter 6

My head was spinning as I went into my room to get dressed and ready. After all the years of watching my sisters growing up, seeing their individual changes as they each moved closer to young women.

I thought of Karen, being older than Cindy, going through her changes. How her body changed almost in front of my eyes. Seeing her become more and more "Private" with herself through all this time.

Seeming to want more and more privacy. Remembering the first sight of the box of tampons under the bathroom sink. Realizing that my twin was now menstruating.

Noticing how her tits showed much more in the Tshirts she wore. Watching as her nipples sometimes became hard under her blouses and shirts. Making me pay closer and closer attention to them. Not realizing that SHE wanted this attention. Not my OWN sister!

Stupidly not realizing that she was "accidentally" brushing her "new and improved" chest against me at different times.

Not realizing her gazes at my crotch when I had occasional bulges when around her. My thoughts of feeling another girl's tits at school, running through my mind.

Yes! I had missed a lot of signals from her as she desperately sought to learn about guys, at the same time I was desperately trying to learn about girls.

How many times, laying out at the pool, had she casually tried to quiz me about differences in the way guys and girls thought,

Just occasionally noticing her gaze to my bulge in the bathing suit as I suntanned. Her, catching MY gaze at her "new and improved" growing lushness of her chest. Both of us beginning to silently blush.

Not realizing that her nipples were hard because she was getting excited looking at my bulge. Remembering how many times I desperately wanted to see what she looked like naked.

Only fleeting thoughts, then, because of being my own sister. My twin, at that. Stumbling through my own growing stages, with "raging hormones" myself. Remembering how "proudly" I occasionally moved so that she would have to see the outline of my hardening cock hidden in my shorts or bathing suit. Proud Peacock, then. As if saying, "See what I have?" "See how hard this new cock of mine gets?"

"See how big its gotten?"

Yes! I remembered the younger stages of our both growing to this point. BOTH of us doing our best imitations of the PEACOCKS for each other's benefit, and never really realizing it.

BOTH of us too terrified to go that extra step to actually see each other as we really wanted to do. Only the occasional accidents in those years.

Neither of us paying much attention to our younger sister and HER growing body, and HER "raging hormones" that were also taking place.

Never realizing that mom was observing all of us, from her vantage point a million miles away from our "growing world!"

Each of us thinking that mom would "Never Understand" what we were going through.

Yes! Now instantly remembering the casual glances of mom, Karen and Cindy at different times as they watched me swim in the pool.

Sometimes feeling that "he man" proudness as I began to "pose" during my dives into the pool. Knowing they would just have to notice my growing manhood. Enjoying all their individual stares at my wet trunks, barely hiding my hardened cock.

Remembering back in my hornier sessions with my cock. Laying in my bed stroking it to the images in magazines I gathered. How glorious I always felt when I massaged my raging cock into blasting orgasms and watch my maleness shoot from it. Just dying to show this proud event to some girl. Wanting to let her watch this cock spurt. Hoping I could convince HER to help me make it spurt also.

Never realizing that mom knew of these episodes I had with my treasured raging cock! Never realizing that mom also knew of the mags hidden deep under my matresses.

Never understanding her certain "looks" at me later in the kitchen. She, knowing full well I had just raced my hand over and over my hard cock til it spurted in a glorious explosion. Her smiles then. Never realizng that mom had fully understood what was going on inside my young teen mind and body.

Thinking that she, being an adult, was far, far too removed to understand about my "man" stuff. What would SHE know about these important "man" things?

Hell, I thought, women don't understand what our cocks are all about. They are just supposed to want them inside them. Then I finally realized, somewhere between that 12 year old boy, and about to be sixteen, that I really needed to learn how to close in that distance.

The majorly huge difference in distance between my cock and a girl's pussy, that I had seen in so many glossies.

Feeling this demanding urgency to close this distance of my cock and those inviting pussy lips in those pictures wasn't all that easy, I decided.

Studying my sisters and even my own mom as they laid out on the pool deck. Praying they wouldn't notice me as I desperately tried to see more and more of their tits.

Noting the differences between each of them. My mom's fuller, more rounded tits, against my twin's equally full, but a bit smaller tits. Then, Cindy's sprouting chest. Her noticeable mounds as she laid on her back. Not even realizing they were making my cock rage in my bathing suit. Not catching the significance of each of them when getting out of the pool. Each in their subtle ways of "giving me a show" as each knew I could see further down their bulging suits.

Each seemed to do it so casually. So innocently. Yet each of them deliberately wanting to show me a part of their bodies that they knew I was so interested in.

Not realizing I was doing the very same "Peacock"

strut with my bulge, for their benefit. Not realizing that I was "demanding" their attention to my exhibition of my superiority over them, because I had a cock, and they didn't!

Now, at almost sixteen, I had learned this dance a little better. I watched all of us at school going through the very same thing. The girls with their struts, as well as the body language of us guys. The girls almost always subconsciously pushing up their tits as they spoke with or passed a group of guys. Undeniably wanting us to take notice of their budding tits, and therefore... THEIR passage into womanhood.

Just as us guys tended to flex our arms and raised our legs on a stump so they could see the hair on our legs, the BULGE that this caused alongside our other leg still on the ground.

Still, always thinking of how I could close this major distance between my cock and a girl's pussy.

The very same cock that my youngest sister had just sucked into her cute little mouth with such fervor.

The initial shock of her seeing me naked, and then even accepting it all. How she just sucked my proud male cum into he mouth so eagerly.

My very own sister! How content and proud she seemed to be afterward. Realizing now, she was doing her own "raging hormone" thing, and fulfilling her own needs as a girl.