The Joy of Looking, Chapter 24

  • Posted on May 3, 2015 at 5:03 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I slipped quickly under the sheets while Kate first turned on the small lamp by the bed and then turned off the overhead light by the door. Taking advantage of a few seconds to myself, I put my hand between my legs and touched myself. As I expected, I was very wet down there.

She hopped into the bed beside me. I lifted my fingers to my face and pretended to scratch my nose while I smelled my pussy juice. That always got me even more excited.

“So, what do you want to talk about tonight?” My little sister was grinning widely.

“Well, um, I was wondering, do you ever…”

I’d been planning to ask if she knew about masturbation and whether she had tried it yet. I was terribly curious, dying to find out, but I began to lose my nerve. “I, it’s… you know what? Tonight maybe we should have the light off. Okay?”

Kate shrugged. “All right.”

She reached over to the bedside table and switched off the lamp, then joined me under the covers again. “Okay, now what?”

We were both on our backs, lying close enough that I could feel her warmth. I wanted so badly to ask her what I wanted to ask her, but I still wasn’t quite prepared for that.

Instead I said, “So, I was thinking about, um, you know that girl at the store? The one that—”

“The one who was trying on dresses and kept smiling at us?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She was cute.”

“Yeah, she was. And she had great legs.”

“I know.”

“Why… why do you think she was smiling at us like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think maybe she likes girls?”

“Maybe.”

“And, um, the waitress, Rita, she was cute too, wasn’t she?”

“Uh-huh, definitely.”

We both stayed quiet for a minute after that, lying side by side in the dark bedroom. I could hear my sister breathing. I could feel her naked body next to mine. Would I have the courage to ask? I was so scared!

I closed my eyes, doing a silent countdown — three, two, one — and forced myself to begin.

“Kate?”

“What?”

“Do you ever masturbate?”

She didn’t answer right away.

I waited, not wanting to say anything else or even look at her. I was hoping my question wouldn’t spoil the closeness we had. My heart was pounding. Had I blown it by asking her so directly?

Finally, she said, “Sometimes I do.”

I exhaled, realizing that I’d been holding my breath. I was relieved that she didn’t sound upset or anything, and decided to press forward. “So, like, what do you think about when you do it?”

Again she paused before replying. “Other girls.”

“Me too,” I told her. “I mean, I think about other girls, about kissing them and stuff, when I masturbate.”

“Do you do it a lot?”

“Yeah, I really do,” I smiled to myself, “practically every night.”

“So do I,” Kate giggled, and her hand sought mine beneath the covers. Her touch was warm. Our fingers intertwined, and I began to feel safe again.

Letting out a huge sigh, I said, “I’m glad. I mean, I’m so glad you don’t mind talking about it.”

“No, why should I? We talk about all kinds of stuff.”

“I know. But I was nervous anyway. I didn’t want… I don’t know, I guess I was just afraid you might get mad or something if I asked you about it.”

She squeezed my hand. “Silly.”

We were quiet again for another minute. Then I said, “Can you tell me… um, will you tell me what you think about when you’re doing it?”

“Oh, well,” Kate began, “I just think about, um, about looking at girls or seeing them naked. And, you know, about, like, touching them and kissing them and stuff.”

Having come this far, I decided to take another risk. I moved my other hand, the one she wasn’t holding, between my legs and started to rub my clit. “Tell me one of your fantasies. I want to hear it.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I didn’t try to hide the motions I was making with my hand. We had the covers pulled up, but it was fairly obvious what I was doing. “Tell me what gets you excited when you masturbate.”

Then I sensed that Kate was beginning to touch herself too.

“Okay,” she whispered. “There’s this girl at school, you know, Monica Simmons, in Ms. Avery’s class?”

“Uh-huh. She’s pretty.” Monica was in the sixth grade. She had long, dark hair and beautiful pale skin.

I could feel the tension beginning to build between my sister and me, the sexual tension. I was breathing harder and so was she.

“I don’t really know her, but she’s so cute,” Kate went on, “and her skin looks so soft, and I like to pretend that we go over to her house, and she takes me up to her room, and we close the door, and she comes up to me, really close, and she puts her hand on my face and I’m looking at her lips and I can smell how nice she smells and I can feel her breath on me and she’s so warm and soft and then she kisses me…”

She groaned in the dark.

I didn’t think she was having an orgasm that soon, since we’d both begun touching ourselves just a minute or two earlier, but it was clear that she was becoming very aroused. And so was I.

“God, that’s hot, Kate. What else happens?”

“I don’t know… I, um, I’ve never gone very far beyond that point. I really don’t have to,” she chuckled.

“I know what you mean.”

“Now you tell me one of yours.”

“Okay.” I decided to shift onto my side, facing toward her. It was very dark, and I could barely see anything, but I could just make out my sister’s profile, her cute little nose, and her lips, which were parted.

It made me want to kiss her, to touch her, but instead I just began telling her my fantasy.

“In this one, I’m in my room, in bed, and Mommy’s in there with me, standing by my bed with Melissa, from Victoria’s Secret… they’re kissing, a lot, using their tongues and everything… I’m watching them while they kiss, and then Mommy slowly starts taking off Melissa’s clothes…”

“Oh my god,” breathed Kate. Her voice was shaky, her hand moving fast beneath the sheets.

“…and when Melissa is naked, Mommy shows her to me… she shows me how nice Melissa’s body is, shows me her boobs, and her nipples, and her tummy, and her thighs, and her, um… between her legs…”

“Her pussy.”

“Yeah, her pussy… Mommy shows me Melissa’s pussy, and then she uses her fingers to… to open it up for me and let me see all the way inside her…”

“Oh my god,” Kate sighed again. I could tell she was getting very close.

“Mommy tells Melissa to get in bed with me… and she says she wants to watch while Melissa kisses me.”

“UNH!!” Now it wasn’t too soon any more. Kate was climaxing. Her eyes squeezed shut and she grimaced, shuddering as each new wave of her orgasm passed hotly through her young body.

I loved watching her. I was very excited too, although I wasn’t really close to a climax yet. I was feeling a little nervous at having attained this new level of erotic intimacy with my sister, afraid it might not last. But still, watching her like that, seeing her caught up in the throes of her self-induced passion — it was intoxicating.

When she was finally able to catch her breath, she turned to look at me. Even in the faint light, I could see that her face was shiny with perspiration. And she was smiling broadly.

“Omigod, Julie, that was hot!”

I laughed and leaned over to hug her. Kate threw her arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel the feverish heat of her body, fresh from an orgasm, her skin damp, almost steaming, and I wanted her more at that moment than I ever had before.

We held each other tightly. I pressed my breasts against hers, letting my hands slide up and down her back, almost onto her bottom. I kissed her neck, tasting her salty sweat. I wanted to roll on top of her and touch her everywhere, lick her everywhere, have animal sex with her.

But I didn’t. Not then anyway. I just held her, tenderly caressing and kissing.

My sister clung to me, still trembling slightly, either from the after-effects of her climax or perhaps from a new incestuous desire for me. That’s what I hoped it was.

After a time, she pulled slowly away and settled onto her back again, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from her brow.

“God, Julie, this is…” she didn’t finish her thought.

I turned onto my back as well and looked up into the darkness. Whatever this was, I liked it, a lot.

*     *     *

My sister and I didn’t have sex that night.

We did masturbate together several more times, telling each other our fantasies, seeing who could make the other more excited with her erotic visions. I told her about my crush on Madison, and we agreed how hot she was. She talked some more about Monica Simmons, creating a scenario where we were all four naked together. We traded juicy stories, touching ourselves and kissing, but we didn’t quite have sex.

The nearest we came was when I was licking my fingers after finishing an especially wet orgasm. Kate saw me and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Tasting myself.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Haven’t you ever done that?”

“No. What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to try it?” I held my hand out toward her face.

She scrunched up her nose, but then took my wrist, bringing my fingers closer, and sniffed. She sniffed again, then put out her tongue and licked my index finger, the wettest one. Apparently she liked how it tasted, because she sucked my finger into her mouth.

I giggled and so did she. After letting my finger go, she said, “I like it.”

“Do you want some more?” I grinned.

“Not right now, but…” Kate reached under the covers, squirming a bit, then brought her hand out. She held up her middle finger. It glistened wetly in the soft light. “Do you want to try tasting me?”

“Uh-huh.” I took her finger into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it. Her flavor was soft and sweet, almost sugary.

I closed my eyes for a second, imagining I had my face between my sister’s legs, with my tongue inside her, licking her, tasting her, making her come in my —

“Wow, you must like it a lot!” she laughed.

I realized then that I’d been groaning pretty loudly, totally carried away by my fantasy. I released her finger from my mouth.

“Oh, sorry,” I murmured. “It does taste awfully nice, though.”

She grabbed my face and gave me a big kiss, and then we masturbated one more time that night, laying on our sides, facing each other, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as we climaxed.

When we finished, we traded liquids again, and this time it was clearly a sexual act. We rubbed our wet fingers on each other’s lips and tongues, kissing and moaning as we shared the delicious flavor of young girls’ dripping pussies.

I wanted to do even more than that with her, of course, much more. But a glance at the bedside clock told me it was later than I thought, almost 11:30.

“Uh-oh,” I said, “I’ll be in trouble if Mommy gets home and you’re not in bed.”

“I am in bed,” she chuckled.

“I know, but — you know what I mean.”

“Okay.” Then suddenly she pulled me to her, hugging me tightly. “Julie, thank you!”

“What for?”

“For being such a, just such a great sister. I love you!”

“I love you too. I really do, so much. But now try to get to sleep. Okay?”

I got out of bed and stood for a moment, looking down at my darling little sister. My heart swelled with feeling for her, so many emotions, romantic, sexual, familial, all mixed together. I sighed and blew her a kiss, then said a soft goodnight and left the room.

Back in my bedroom, I masturbated for at least another hour before finally falling asleep. But I wasn’t asleep for long…

Continue on to Chapter 25

 

6 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 24

  1. MrStrut says:

    Oh my god the sisters tasting each other was so hot. Your attention to detail is so good. I find it hard to pull myself away and go to sleep! Will read one more tonight!

  2. Thanks, MrStrut. Those little details are important to me, because I see my characters and their settings and all their actions so clearly in my mind — so vividly — and then I want to try to convey those impressions as well as I can to my readers.

  3. Amanda Lynn says:

    This was such a hot erotic chapter. I think I got as wet as the girls and came just as often.

  4. David says:

    Hi NM, I am rereading this series and love it just as much as when I read it before.(MrStrut) It was 4 years ago I first stated to read this series. I don’t remember too much of it so it is like a whole new story for me.
    Thanks again for being such a good writer. On to chapter 25!

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