"Wow." Tracy whispered, in awe. "Do you know anyone else like you?" She asked.
"Unfortunately, no." I replied. "All of the guys I know get pussy all the time. I should know, they tell me about it."
"A shame." She commented as the bathroom door opened and Cindy emerged again.
"Have you guys been talking about me?" She giggled, seeing the serious expressions on our faces.
"No." We both answered together.
"We were just talking about brother/sister stuff." Tracy added.
We went out to the garage and smoked a few more bowls. When we resumed our places on the couch, Cindy proclaimed she was cold and asked if there was a blanket we could cover up with. Tracy retrieved a large blue comforter from the linen closet and threw it over us. Under the cover of the cover I went to work.
While we watched TV my hand found its way to the tight denim of Cindy's leg.
I caressed it for a few minutes and, when she didn't object, began to slide it upward. My fingers slowly traced over the material between her legs and continued to the waistband. I deftly unbuttoned the first two buttons of her jeans and slid my finger in the gap this created, the pad of my finger touching the soft skin of her lower stomach. She settled into the couch a little more, opening her legs for me.
I undid the rest of the buttons and slowly slid my hand into her jeans, my fingertips gliding over the silky material of her panties, staying on the outside of them. I probed further down while she spread her legs even wider. Beneath my hand I could feel the cushion of her pubic hair and, further down, the outline of her lips and dampness seeping through the cotton. I found the spot just below her clit and began to apply pressure, rocking my hand back and forth.
Though I kept my eyes on the television and my face expressionless, I heard definite change in Cindy's breathing pattern as I caressed her. I wondered if she'd ever been stimulated like this before. Probably not. The first instinct of a guy when getting his hands down a girls pants is to drive his finger into the pussy and thrust it back and forth. Now there's a time for doing that of course, but the beginning stages of foreplay are not it. Females like a slow build-up to passion, a gradual rise in excitement.
Cindy's hand came sliding across my lap. Her fingers closed around the bulge of my cock through my sweat pants, feeling the length. She gave a little coo as she felt me and I had a difficult time keeping a straight face. She was, to my pleasant surprise, pretty good at what she was doing. My dick was straining, eager for release and the touch of a female hand upon it felt heavenly.
Next to us, Tracy continued to stare at the television, either oblivious to what we were doing or pretending to be. It didn't really matter. I slid my hand upward a few inches and then let my fingers slide beneath the waist of Cindy's panties. My fingertips felt soft, feminine skin and then kinky, curly hair. I continued downward, having to push harder now, until my fingers were sliding across wetness and slippery warmth. My middle finger curled downward, sliding between an unseen set of lips that gripped eagerly back.
"Ahhh!" Cindy uttered, jumping a little at the contact.
Tracy glanced over at her, a knowing expression on her face. "You okay Cindy?" She asked sweetly.
"Yeah." Cindy answered, a little breathlessly. "Just a, Oooh," She shivered a little as I began to move my finger, "A hiccup."
"I should get those kind of hiccups." Tracy commented and then went back to the TV.
Soon her hand crept under the waist of my sweats and was digging through my underwear. Her cool, soft fingertips closed around my shaft and began to glide up and down. It felt great, to be gripped by a hand other than my own, but she was doing it with such enthusiasm that the comforter was noticeably rising up and down. Tracy couldn't have helped but see it, though she said nothing and pretended not to notice. With my free hand I grabbed her wrist and forced her to slow down a little.
I continued to finger her, feeling my hand get wet from her juices, feeling her jack my aching cock up and down. I was trying to think of a way to get her up to my room when I received help from an unexpected source.
"TV sucks." Tracy suddenly proclaimed. "It's more than an hour until Saturday Night Live comes on. Let's listen to some music."
"Uh, okay." I nodded, not caring if she wanted to put on a polka album at that point.
"You just bought the new Foreigner album a few weeks ago, didn't you?" She asked me.
I looked at her. Had I? I supposed I had if she'd brought it up. "Yeah," I nodded. "I did."
"Well why don't you go up and get it for us?" Tracy asked. "I've been dying to hear it."
"Uh, why don't you go get it?" I asked.
"I don't want to go in your room." Tracy explained, smiling. "How about you get it. Maybe Cindy can go help you look for it. She can pick out some of your other albums that she wants to listen to later." She turned to Cindy. "He's got a great collection."
"Okay." Cindy said immediately, her hand shooting out of my sweats so fast it was like it had never been there. She extricated my hand from her pants and buttoned back up, making no particular effort to hide what she was doing from Tracy. When her pants were fastened she stood up. "C'mon Billy, let's see your albums."
"And take your time." Tracy said. "Look at them all REAL carefully while you make your decision."
"You bet." Cindy said, heading for the stairs. She looked over at me, "You coming Billy?"
I looked at her seductive smile and started to rise, stopping when I realized that my sweats were probably poking out before me.
"Well Billy?" Tracy asked, looking at me. "Are you COMING?"
I looked in my sister's eyes and saw only amusement there. "Yeah." I said, throwing off the covers and standing up. Tracy's eyes dropped to the tent at my crotch.
"Looks like you dropped something in there." She smiled. She then gave me a meaningful look. "You owe me one." She whispered.
"I suppose I do." I agreed and then headed for the stairs. "Even though I won't get anywhere."
Cindy was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. She took my hand in hers and led me to my own bedroom. I was glad I'd taken the time to clean it up.
Had it been its former self, the encounter might have ended right there. We entered and she closed the door behind her, she then turned to me. Despite her aggression, her eyes were showing nervousness; her body trembling a little.
"You're very beautiful." I told her, my eyes roaming up and down her form, knowing that I'd be kissing it and tasting it soon.
"Thank you." She said softly. "I can't believe I'm up here with you."
"Do you want to leave?" I asked.
"No." She said, stepping forward, putting her arms around me. I returned her embrace, already giddy at the feel of her against me. She leaned her mouth towards me. "I want to stay."
Knowing I had a reputation to live up to now, I gave her my best. I was helped by the fact that she was a girl I'd often dreamed about, both in my first trip through school, and after my return. I stood near the door with her for more than five minutes, just kissing her, letting her taste my tongue, letting me taste hers. She was a good kisser, much better than I'd expected, although not quite as good as Anita. But she excited me more than Anita, aroused my hunger more. As I began kissing her neck and her ears and undoing the ponytail to let her blonde hair cascade free, she put her hands into the front of my sweats again, grasping my cock, fondling it urgently.
"Come on." She said eagerly. "Let's do it!"
I nipped at her nose and then planted a soft kiss on her eyelid. "Patience." I told her. "This is an experience to be savored." Little did she know that it was taking all of my willpower to keep from throwing her to the bed, stripping her pants off, and pounding away like an animal.