When I was seventeen I had a job in a Diesel mechanic's shop. I came plate every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my phratry's planetary house to economise money. I'd take a long shower, lay down in my way for a short nap until dinner party time.

One afternoon in late summer, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nothing but a towel. There was a minuscule tap at my threshold and my sister Willy came in. Her real figure is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a couple years younger than me, a sophomore, real smartness and really pretty. She's about five three, almost all ramification and a hundred twenty, much of which is boob and goat cheek. We get along very well and have always looked out for each other.

"Timmy, I need a favor from you,"she said with a distinctly abashed look on her face.

"Sure, Willy, anything for you, you know that. What can I do for you ? Is mom bugging you about your dress again ?"

"No, it's zippo like that, it's different. My girlfriends are making fun of me at schooltime because I don't go out with a guy, and I've never seen a guy's—you know — thing. Would it be OK to face at yours, just so I know what they're talking about ?"

"Well, I guess so, I'm surprised you haven't seen me in the rain shower or anything like that, but if you want a proficient looking, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it shine to the floor. She got a little red in the case but took a good look, walking around me to see from unlike angles.

"It's so haired ! So those are your lump hanging down at the bottom ? They're all wrinkly looking,"she said."That's where the sister seeds are ?"

"Yeah, that's just how the skin is, it smooths out when things start to happen."

"I thought it would be openhanded, the girls talk about their cat like it's the size of a Cucumis sativus. Maybe you're just smaller than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"well, you have to empathize, it's limp right now because I just took a exhibitor and I'm tired, it gets a lot bigger when its stimulated. I'm actually bigger than most guys."

"Can I see that ? I'd like to know what it looks like when it's big. Do I just partake it or what ? How does it work ?"Willy looked pretty excited at this point.

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or compact it and it gets vainglorious. I can do that for you if you want."

"I'd like to do that myself, if it's OK with you. I'd like to know how to do that."

"I guess that would be OK, Mom and Dad won't be home for another hr. This isn't something you usually do with a family phallus, but we won't go too far or differentiate anybody. You can't narrate your friends. You'll have to induce up some other account if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to cause dubiousness about the entirely thing.

"That's OK, I won't Tell anybody it was you. So, what do I do ?"

"I'll sit on the edge of the bed like this, and you pull the death chair up so you're facing me. Now just take it in your hand and lift it up. You can load it out a short but don't pull too hard. It's well-off to be too rough. Yeah, that's perfect, just a illume tug and squeeze. Just do that a little longer."

"Oh, aplomb, it's getting large already, it's like it's growing. When will it hold on ?"

"Just hold open going and you'll see. Now wrap your helping hand around it and incite up and down just like you're polishing it. saliva on your hand for lubrication. Yeah, that's perfect.

"God it's like a summer sausage, hard and soft at the Lapp time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis level was getting close.

That's as big as it will get, so you'll have to end now."I told her.

"Oh, I though from what my booster said that something big happened at the end,"Willy said with a pout.

"It does, it does, and it's just about to happen, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's conquer right hand now, plus it's very messy and you're not ready for it.

"Ok, so maybe another meter,"she said.

"Yeah,"I heard myself say,"Another time."

The minute she was out the doorway, I got a tee-shirt out of the hamper and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able to take the air down to dinner with that hardon.

Exactly a calendar week later on Thursday afternoon, I heard that piffling tap on my door and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This time I want to see the end part too,"she said firmly. She was using a double up handed twisting strangle when she said it, so I had no argument.

"Better get a tissue, and right away,"I said.

"Oh my God ! How much is there ?"the cum was running down over her fist. I was jerking and thrashing with the coming. It took three tissues to clean it up.

She did me every Th all the eternal sleep of that summertime. Where ever she was getting her info, she got better every calendar week. By this metre, she wasn't strangling any More but letting me nebuliser free. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having trouble getting backbreaking. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a bimanual elevator that should take in had me blowing up.

"What's incorrectly Timmy am I doing something unseasonable ?"she asked.

"No, no, I'm just not feeling it today,"I said.

"I have an mind that might help ; my girlfriend say this works, I'll show you my tit. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her Chin. Her titmouse were perfect, high up hard and round with deep prominent nipples as hard as Sir Henry Wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue to houseclean her up.

Once in early September she had another idea.

"Some of my friends say that put it in their mouth when their boyfriend gets close. They say it's really cool off. I want to try that,"she said.

"No, I don't think so. You're my sister and it's possible to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

schooling started, and we missed a few Thursdays while she was doing schoolwork or extracurricular stuff.

Then on a Fri late in September I heard that small tap and Willy came in, but this time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Confederacy, she's two yr younger than me she's and in my environmental science class, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and feels left out. I told her I could help. I hope you don't mind."

Confederate States of America wasn't especially pretty. She was too vernal to have much of a figure. Her hair was kind of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the floor, pulling the hem of her skirt down and giggling.

"Nice to meet you Dixie, I'm glad Willy has a skillful acquaintance. I guess I won't judgment if you stay."

Willy took me by the hand, stood me up and took my towel.

Dixie looked at the floor, she looked at the ceiling and finally at me.

"Ye graven image ! It's so hairy"and she giggled."Why is it so small ?"

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her chairman and lifted my dick. It took about thirty minute for Dixie to commute her tune.

‘ Ye immortal ! How big will it get ?"

"It's still got a way to go, just keep open watching."

"Can I rival it ?"Ye gods ! It's backbreaking and soft at the same fourth dimension and it's so warm."She tried a milking apparent movement with a fingerbreadth just under the head teacher which felt very safe, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the erotica superstar that had to do this all day with a film crew and hot lights.

Willy took over again.

"Do you always just do it this way, just up and down with your clenched fist, is that all you do ?"Confederate States asked.

"Oh, no. There's lots of other things. This is just the basic affair I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the hook, you make you hand into a claw like in the toy grappling auto then slide it down so that the backs of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and first finger into an O and then slide up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's important to keep your hands lubricated. Spit is the best way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my hawkshaw. Dixieland leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you know when you're done ?"Dixie asked.

"Well, after you get it as big as you can, because that feels best for the guy. He finally has a sexual climax where the baby seeds come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too closemouthed yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some early things he likes. See this maculation just under the head where it attaches to the shaft ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the fist the way you were before but at the top, rotate you manus so the laurel wreath rubs over the head. Let me picture you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can recount, just before he finishes, the slight twat where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't closure. I wonder why he's not done. Maybe it's because you're here."

"Tim, what's the matter, is there something else you'd like ?"

"I'm just not quite feeling it tonight."I said. Actually, I was a lot closer than she thought.

"Oh, I know what to do. Dixie, show him your tits !"

"Ye gods, I don't know, mine aren't like yours."

"That's OK, he's already seen mine. Just pull in up your shirt."

Dixie was purple with plethora, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest stiff nipples. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could finger it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

Dixie looked at the size of me, blushed even deeper red and started stroking, pinching and twisting her nipples.

"face, Dixie, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just lean over here and see how full it is. This will be good."

She leaned over and looked at the tip of my dick. I whispered to her,

"Better stand up, Dixie."She did.

"Look at his face, Dixie, that's what's called his O-face,"Willy said.

"Why is it called that ?"she asked. The first blast of cum hit her just under the chin.

"O !"she said. Her eyes were undefended wide.

I blew like a fire hose. Dixie had turned her aspect away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a fire extinguisher at Dixie's chest and sprayed her down, aiming at one little titty then the former. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her lilliputian nipple and down her belly.

"Ye gods ! It's like ardent soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleanup took a long time and I thought Willy spent a little more time cleaning Dixie's pap than was necessity. And there was no reason at all for all the wiping under her dame .