Education Can Be Fun
Lily shifts herself in the chair. Without taking her eyes from the stiff, veined thing before her she calmly says “It's a lot bigger. Does it feel different?”
“Well, yeah,” I say. “When you’re horny, it’s a really good feeling. I like having a hard-on. It’s great.” It seems basic sentences work best today. I shift my stance and my penis bounces. Lily relaxes a bit and lays her hands atop the now-closed book in her lap. Wordlessly transfixed by my hard-on, we both stare at it for a very long moment. Without thinking, I casually caress my now-tight balls as she watches. My entire being nervously desires some kind of action - I continue the educational approach.
“Have you ever seen a real penis before?” I ask. “Maybe a guy at school?”
Lily replies immediately, warding off her discomfort. “No… this is the first time.” She pauses. “Well, except for your magazines.” She refers to my porn which I believed to be carefully concealed beneath my bed.
“You’ve seen them?” I ask, stunned that my little sister would know about my special dirty secrets.
“Well, you look at them, don’t you?” She pauses, then boldly adds “Isn’t that when you usually jerk off?” The phrase carries a certain defensive posture with it.
Her words send more electricity through my nerve tissues. Lily does know more about my sexual function than she has admitted to and this whole experience is drawing out her courage while she struggles with this completely new situation. While my little sister having sexual ideas surprises me at first, I realize what it is we’re doing here.
I’ll pick up on her comment. “Well, I do like to jerk off,” I tell her. The words send chilly spasms up my spine.
“I know… I can always tell,” she declares. I sense the situation going well beyond any preconceived notion. “Lisa even told me you do it when you talk to her on the phone,” she adds boldly as if she knows something else that she shouldn’t. “And I did hear you doing it with her on the phone Thursday night.”
She asked for it. “Well, she did ask me if I jerk off at night”, I explain, “and I told her I usually do. Then she told me it would be more fun if I did it while we talked and she could listen to me.” This is driving me way over the edge. It seems the now-ubiquitous term jerk off causes the pit of my stomach to quiver and affect my scrotum. Lily has a cautious grin now as she begins to participate in our morning adventure. She shifts her legs to a more relaxed but still crossed position. To further fuel the fire I add “She told me she never saw a guy do it and that she wants me to jerk off for her so she can watch.”
Lily calmly replies “Maybe you should call her and tell her to come over right now…. you can jerk off here and let her watch.” I’m not sure if it’s a deliberate move on her part, but my sister has offered what seems to be an obvious cue for a show me phase.
“Well,” I begin, “you don’t understand how much fun it is playing with my cock when I’m excited.” I move my cradled fingers from my testicles and take my erection in my hand, as if determining its overall mass. Lily watches quietly, a transparent grin still on her face. I breathlessly begin my spectacular presentation.
“It’s a lot of fun because it feels really good to touch it and play with it. The first thing I like to do is pump it.” I demonstrate by grasping the shaft and moving the skin forward and back gently. Lily quietly watches. “This feels really great,” I tell her, stating the obvious. In a perhaps warped yet unique fashion, my sister and I are sharing special moments as she watches me solemnly stroke myself. Amazingly, it doesn’t seem horribly deviant or wrong.
My energized arousal grows further - a single drop of liquid appears at the tip of my organ. “This happens when I’m really turned on,” I explain. With the index finger of my left hand I delicately paint the watery emission over my glans. “That feels really good because the head of my penis is very sensitive.” Lily observes me gently rub my now-glistening glans.
“Do you like that?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, it’s great” I say, shuddering with the sensations that the action brings. My erection tenses. I explain: “It does that by itself and feels really fantastic. Around the edge here,” I indicate with my circling index finger, “it’s very sensitive.” I abandon the two handed technique and begin stroking the head along with the shaft in one motion. “I could do this all day,” I explain in a very complacent tone.
She asks “But won’t you.....”she trails off - is she deliberately leading me to the next segment of my lecture?
I reply “Oh I will come and, ah, sperm will shoot out of my penis.” I explain things so nicely as I stand here fondling myself. “I can control it for a while if I take my time…. but if I stroke myself a little bit harder, I could make myself come right now.” That thought is overwhelming. It almost obliterates all reasoning - I actually have to fight the impulse to follow through at that very moment.
“But it’s fun to play with myself for a while - it makes my orgasm feel better.”
“That’s when you come?” she asks in a business-like manner.
I reply “Yeah. I would come - you read the magazine.”
Lily smiles broadly and tells me “No, I just look at the pictures.” I notice her relaxed demeanor and continue the showcase.
I pull the skin of the shaft forward, moving it back and forth over the edge of the glans. Lily says “That must feel good.” I nod; my erection tenses in agreement.
Class Participation
“Did you notice how tight my balls are?” I ask. Lily actually tilts her head to get a better look. I lift my hard-on out of the way and cup my left hand around them. She tilts her head the other way.
“That doesn’t hurt you to move it like that?” she asks.
“No, not at all,” I tell her. The room begins swimming again as the next forbidden step comes to mind. Cradling my scrotum in my hand, I ignore the distant subconscious symphony of alarms and I carefully inhale and ask “Do you want to feel them?”
Lily squirms slightly. Neither of us can believe what’s happening this morning. And now I am offering my sister the opportunity to touch my testicles. She inhales, looking very unsettled, then stammers “Well....uh, okay,” as if placating me.
The symphony warbles away beneath the layers of my mind setting off the cold twinges again as my sister reaches for my balls. She carefully cradles them in her hand and shudders ever so slightly. She has stepped beyond whatever expectations she had in the kitchen episode this morning. I finally exhale, then tell her “It’s okay. You don’t have to be so careful. Don’t be afraid to feel them.”
Lily’s fingers delicately explore the hairy sack under my cock as she watches in fascination. I hold my hard-on up and out the way, my arousal and heart rate escalating beyond anything known to humans.
“Wow,” she says thoughtfully, “They’re actually… balls.” She gently probes their construction as my erection seems to struggle for its freedom.
Reality swims far away as I happily let my sister explore my testes. We have stepped into that rarified zone of incest where brothers and sisters give birth to babies with three heads and no brain. Yet, this is so non-threatening – my sister and I have always had a certain sibling intimacy and this seems to be another aspect of that. Investigating each other’s sex seems to add to our growth together. I watch as she probes my scrotum, feeling her gently explore each testicle and the pouch of skin that contains them.
I place my hand on hers as she stops fondling me. She releases my testicles as I release my erection. Turgid muscles force it back to its mandatory horizontal position. Lily watches it bounce and stiffen in place. Out of tortured necessity, I stroke it and it tenses once again.
“It does that by itself!” Lily exclaims. Amazingly, my erection seems to have gotten even harder. I can barely remember having a flaccid penis compared to this highly charged version that I’m sporting now.
Well, playing with my balls worked very well. Before I change my mind, I decide to break all the rules. My heart quickens as that symphony of bells and buzzers chastises my sub-brain – my hormones are making it much easier to ignore them. I don’t even hesitate before I blurt out “Do you want to touch it?”
Hands-on Training
Another moment frozen in time. Did I finally pass the ultimate restriction between brothers and sisters? My life may be over as I gradually shudder into nothingness by way of this unthinkable request.
Lily inhales and replies nervously “Well… ah…. I’ll be Lisa and watch you.” We may have arrived at the limit, the boundary that may not be crossed; but it seems she is giving me permission to take the next step.
In quiet desperation, I begin to pump myself deliberately, considering an immediate conclusion to dissuade my cavalcade of emotions. The ongoing escalation of my arousal is beyond my tolerance and absolutely demands a resolution. Lily watches silently.
After a moment, whether out of guilt or curiosity, Lily gingerly reaches up and pets my glans. I slow my stroking and respond with a sigh.
“That feels good?” she asks.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe.
I release my erection - Lily reaches out and carefully caresses the head once again, as she tests the reality of this whole scene. I watch her subtly sweep her fingertips around the head and feel the spectacular delight. She slides her fingers down the shaft slowly, finding its shape and feel. With bizarre brotherly delight, I am sharing in my sister’s first contact with a penis.
Lily imitates my motions now, grasping the shaft and carefully moving the skin forward and back. Her once-forbidden touch is immediately magnificent - my breathing stops for an instant and I feel my organ tense in her grasp.
“Oh,” she remarks as she continues working. I imagine a forbidden photograph of this scene: I stand nude, straddling my clothed teenaged sister’s face while she strokes my erection and observes my responses.
For my own satisfaction, I decide she should continue her sex education and work with her technique. “Stroke just the head,” I direct. Lily slides her grasp up and works gently from tip to rim. She carefully rubs along the rim as I demonstrated earlier.
I gasp. The impending, and necessary, conclusion is beginning to stir from deep within me. Yet I want to enjoy every possible moment of this. Lily continues stroking and producing unbelievable results inside me. She begins methodically pumping me, gently guiding the skin along the shaft as a watery drops runs down the head. My insides quake no longer in my control.
“You’re dripping some more,” she tells me. I lift the drop off with my index finger and put it in my mouth. Lily observes through her owl-eyed glasses as she continues pumping. “Delicious” I say, grinning between my gasps.
Another drop appears. Lily stops stroking and, much to my surprise, copies my auto-erotic action, licking her finger cautiously. She pauses, then says “It doesn’t really taste like anything”. With that, I realize I am not going to be able to hold back any longer.
Sooner Or Later
I have barely been in control of my ecstasy -- now I can no longer contain myself. Lily is pumping me in fascination without realizing what is about to happen.
I announce with a gasp “Uh… Lily… you’re going to make me come!” and immediately cup my hand in front of my penis. She hesitates, then resumes pumping, watching as bursts of sperm fill my palm just inches away from her face. She stops again and releases me – I gently take matters into my own hand and pump several more delightful spurts into the creamy puddle in my hand. My orgasm was unnerving - I have to consciously resume my breathing. Amidst my overwhelming arousal and the obvious destruction of social decency, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction that Lily jerked me off and watched the whole event. It still didn’t seem horrible or wrong.
As I regain my breath and my senses, Lily asks “You really liked that didn’t you?” with a very innocent tone.
“Yes I did,” I reply almost breathing again. We are both looking at the milky puddle cupped in my hand. “I really didn’t know that we would do this.
When you touched my penis, you got me really turned on and I couldn’t hold back any more.” For some reason, I feel the need to explain this. “I wanted to show you how I jerk off.”
Lily seems to be almost grinning looking into my cupped hand and then at my now-spent penis. Considering we just squeezed a year’s worth of sex education into the morning, she’s really comfortable with the situation. “I’ll bet Lisa will be surprised - can I tell her about this morning?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I respond, then add, “But don’t tell anyone else.”
“No… of course not,” Lily assures me, then she asks “Are you going to put your clothes on now?”
Wow, this is a "should I or shouldn't I" situation. “I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell her, taking a chance.
Lily manages to stun me by with her follow-up: “Okay - in fact, from now on when Mom and Dad aren’t home, you can just be naked.” Lily grins and adds "........and you can jerk off again later if you want to".
I feel the sensations begin to stir again….
Lily shifts herself in the chair. Without taking her eyes from the stiff, veined thing before her she calmly says “It's a lot bigger. Does it feel different?”
“Well, yeah,” I say. “When you’re horny, it’s a really good feeling. I like having a hard-on. It’s great.” It seems basic sentences work best today. I shift my stance and my penis bounces. Lily relaxes a bit and lays her hands atop the now-closed book in her lap. Wordlessly transfixed by my hard-on, we both stare at it for a very long moment. Without thinking, I casually caress my now-tight balls as she watches. My entire being nervously desires some kind of action - I continue the educational approach.
“Have you ever seen a real penis before?” I ask. “Maybe a guy at school?”
Lily replies immediately, warding off her discomfort. “No… this is the first time.” She pauses. “Well, except for your magazines.” She refers to my porn which I believed to be carefully concealed beneath my bed.
“You’ve seen them?” I ask, stunned that my little sister would know about my special dirty secrets.
“Well, you look at them, don’t you?” She pauses, then boldly adds “Isn’t that when you usually jerk off?” The phrase carries a certain defensive posture with it.
Her words send more electricity through my nerve tissues. Lily does know more about my sexual function than she has admitted to and this whole experience is drawing out her courage while she struggles with this completely new situation. While my little sister having sexual ideas surprises me at first, I realize what it is we’re doing here.
I’ll pick up on her comment. “Well, I do like to jerk off,” I tell her. The words send chilly spasms up my spine.
“I know… I can always tell,” she declares. I sense the situation going well beyond any preconceived notion. “Lisa even told me you do it when you talk to her on the phone,” she adds boldly as if she knows something else that she shouldn’t. “And I did hear you doing it with her on the phone Thursday night.”
She asked for it. “Well, she did ask me if I jerk off at night”, I explain, “and I told her I usually do. Then she told me it would be more fun if I did it while we talked and she could listen to me.” This is driving me way over the edge. It seems the now-ubiquitous term jerk off causes the pit of my stomach to quiver and affect my scrotum. Lily has a cautious grin now as she begins to participate in our morning adventure. She shifts her legs to a more relaxed but still crossed position. To further fuel the fire I add “She told me she never saw a guy do it and that she wants me to jerk off for her so she can watch.”
Lily calmly replies “Maybe you should call her and tell her to come over right now…. you can jerk off here and let her watch.” I’m not sure if it’s a deliberate move on her part, but my sister has offered what seems to be an obvious cue for a show me phase.
“Well,” I begin, “you don’t understand how much fun it is playing with my cock when I’m excited.” I move my cradled fingers from my testicles and take my erection in my hand, as if determining its overall mass. Lily watches quietly, a transparent grin still on her face. I breathlessly begin my spectacular presentation.
“It’s a lot of fun because it feels really good to touch it and play with it. The first thing I like to do is pump it.” I demonstrate by grasping the shaft and moving the skin forward and back gently. Lily quietly watches. “This feels really great,” I tell her, stating the obvious. In a perhaps warped yet unique fashion, my sister and I are sharing special moments as she watches me solemnly stroke myself. Amazingly, it doesn’t seem horribly deviant or wrong.
My energized arousal grows further - a single drop of liquid appears at the tip of my organ. “This happens when I’m really turned on,” I explain. With the index finger of my left hand I delicately paint the watery emission over my glans. “That feels really good because the head of my penis is very sensitive.” Lily observes me gently rub my now-glistening glans.
“Do you like that?” she asks.
“Oh yeah, it’s great” I say, shuddering with the sensations that the action brings. My erection tenses. I explain: “It does that by itself and feels really fantastic. Around the edge here,” I indicate with my circling index finger, “it’s very sensitive.” I abandon the two handed technique and begin stroking the head along with the shaft in one motion. “I could do this all day,” I explain in a very complacent tone.
She asks “But won’t you.....”she trails off - is she deliberately leading me to the next segment of my lecture?
I reply “Oh I will come and, ah, sperm will shoot out of my penis.” I explain things so nicely as I stand here fondling myself. “I can control it for a while if I take my time…. but if I stroke myself a little bit harder, I could make myself come right now.” That thought is overwhelming. It almost obliterates all reasoning - I actually have to fight the impulse to follow through at that very moment.
“But it’s fun to play with myself for a while - it makes my orgasm feel better.”
“That’s when you come?” she asks in a business-like manner.
I reply “Yeah. I would come - you read the magazine.”
Lily smiles broadly and tells me “No, I just look at the pictures.” I notice her relaxed demeanor and continue the showcase.
I pull the skin of the shaft forward, moving it back and forth over the edge of the glans. Lily says “That must feel good.” I nod; my erection tenses in agreement.
Class Participation
“Did you notice how tight my balls are?” I ask. Lily actually tilts her head to get a better look. I lift my hard-on out of the way and cup my left hand around them. She tilts her head the other way.
“That doesn’t hurt you to move it like that?” she asks.
“No, not at all,” I tell her. The room begins swimming again as the next forbidden step comes to mind. Cradling my scrotum in my hand, I ignore the distant subconscious symphony of alarms and I carefully inhale and ask “Do you want to feel them?”
Lily squirms slightly. Neither of us can believe what’s happening this morning. And now I am offering my sister the opportunity to touch my testicles. She inhales, looking very unsettled, then stammers “Well....uh, okay,” as if placating me.
The symphony warbles away beneath the layers of my mind setting off the cold twinges again as my sister reaches for my balls. She carefully cradles them in her hand and shudders ever so slightly. She has stepped beyond whatever expectations she had in the kitchen episode this morning. I finally exhale, then tell her “It’s okay. You don’t have to be so careful. Don’t be afraid to feel them.”
Lily’s fingers delicately explore the hairy sack under my cock as she watches in fascination. I hold my hard-on up and out the way, my arousal and heart rate escalating beyond anything known to humans.
“Wow,” she says thoughtfully, “They’re actually… balls.” She gently probes their construction as my erection seems to struggle for its freedom.
Reality swims far away as I happily let my sister explore my testes. We have stepped into that rarified zone of incest where brothers and sisters give birth to babies with three heads and no brain. Yet, this is so non-threatening – my sister and I have always had a certain sibling intimacy and this seems to be another aspect of that. Investigating each other’s sex seems to add to our growth together. I watch as she probes my scrotum, feeling her gently explore each testicle and the pouch of skin that contains them.
I place my hand on hers as she stops fondling me. She releases my testicles as I release my erection. Turgid muscles force it back to its mandatory horizontal position. Lily watches it bounce and stiffen in place. Out of tortured necessity, I stroke it and it tenses once again.
“It does that by itself!” Lily exclaims. Amazingly, my erection seems to have gotten even harder. I can barely remember having a flaccid penis compared to this highly charged version that I’m sporting now.
Well, playing with my balls worked very well. Before I change my mind, I decide to break all the rules. My heart quickens as that symphony of bells and buzzers chastises my sub-brain – my hormones are making it much easier to ignore them. I don’t even hesitate before I blurt out “Do you want to touch it?”
Hands-on Training
Another moment frozen in time. Did I finally pass the ultimate restriction between brothers and sisters? My life may be over as I gradually shudder into nothingness by way of this unthinkable request.
Lily inhales and replies nervously “Well… ah…. I’ll be Lisa and watch you.” We may have arrived at the limit, the boundary that may not be crossed; but it seems she is giving me permission to take the next step.
In quiet desperation, I begin to pump myself deliberately, considering an immediate conclusion to dissuade my cavalcade of emotions. The ongoing escalation of my arousal is beyond my tolerance and absolutely demands a resolution. Lily watches silently.
After a moment, whether out of guilt or curiosity, Lily gingerly reaches up and pets my glans. I slow my stroking and respond with a sigh.
“That feels good?” she asks.
“Oh yeah,” I breathe.
I release my erection - Lily reaches out and carefully caresses the head once again, as she tests the reality of this whole scene. I watch her subtly sweep her fingertips around the head and feel the spectacular delight. She slides her fingers down the shaft slowly, finding its shape and feel. With bizarre brotherly delight, I am sharing in my sister’s first contact with a penis.
Lily imitates my motions now, grasping the shaft and carefully moving the skin forward and back. Her once-forbidden touch is immediately magnificent - my breathing stops for an instant and I feel my organ tense in her grasp.
“Oh,” she remarks as she continues working. I imagine a forbidden photograph of this scene: I stand nude, straddling my clothed teenaged sister’s face while she strokes my erection and observes my responses.
For my own satisfaction, I decide she should continue her sex education and work with her technique. “Stroke just the head,” I direct. Lily slides her grasp up and works gently from tip to rim. She carefully rubs along the rim as I demonstrated earlier.
I gasp. The impending, and necessary, conclusion is beginning to stir from deep within me. Yet I want to enjoy every possible moment of this. Lily continues stroking and producing unbelievable results inside me. She begins methodically pumping me, gently guiding the skin along the shaft as a watery drops runs down the head. My insides quake no longer in my control.
“You’re dripping some more,” she tells me. I lift the drop off with my index finger and put it in my mouth. Lily observes through her owl-eyed glasses as she continues pumping. “Delicious” I say, grinning between my gasps.
Another drop appears. Lily stops stroking and, much to my surprise, copies my auto-erotic action, licking her finger cautiously. She pauses, then says “It doesn’t really taste like anything”. With that, I realize I am not going to be able to hold back any longer.
Sooner Or Later
I have barely been in control of my ecstasy -- now I can no longer contain myself. Lily is pumping me in fascination without realizing what is about to happen.
I announce with a gasp “Uh… Lily… you’re going to make me come!” and immediately cup my hand in front of my penis. She hesitates, then resumes pumping, watching as bursts of sperm fill my palm just inches away from her face. She stops again and releases me – I gently take matters into my own hand and pump several more delightful spurts into the creamy puddle in my hand. My orgasm was unnerving - I have to consciously resume my breathing. Amidst my overwhelming arousal and the obvious destruction of social decency, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction that Lily jerked me off and watched the whole event. It still didn’t seem horrible or wrong.
As I regain my breath and my senses, Lily asks “You really liked that didn’t you?” with a very innocent tone.
“Yes I did,” I reply almost breathing again. We are both looking at the milky puddle cupped in my hand. “I really didn’t know that we would do this.
When you touched my penis, you got me really turned on and I couldn’t hold back any more.” For some reason, I feel the need to explain this. “I wanted to show you how I jerk off.”
Lily seems to be almost grinning looking into my cupped hand and then at my now-spent penis. Considering we just squeezed a year’s worth of sex education into the morning, she’s really comfortable with the situation. “I’ll bet Lisa will be surprised - can I tell her about this morning?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I respond, then add, “But don’t tell anyone else.”
“No… of course not,” Lily assures me, then she asks “Are you going to put your clothes on now?”
Wow, this is a "should I or shouldn't I" situation. “I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell her, taking a chance.
Lily manages to stun me by with her follow-up: “Okay - in fact, from now on when Mom and Dad aren’t home, you can just be naked.” Lily grins and adds "........and you can jerk off again later if you want to".
I feel the sensations begin to stir again….
