When I was seventeen I had a job in a diesel mechanic's shop. I came home every day at four 30, dirty and stinking. I was living at my common people's home to write money. I'd take a long shower, lay down in my room for a short nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summertime, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in nix but a towel. There was a short tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her real name is Wilhelmina after a grandfather, but she is only known as Willy. She's a twosome years new than me, a sophomore, real smart and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a hundred twenty dollar bill, much of which is bosom and arse cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each other.

"Timmy, I need a party favour from you,"she said with a distinctly embarrassed spirit on her face.

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

"No, it's cypher like that, it's dissimilar. My girlfriend are making fun of me at school 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 look 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 shower or anything like that, but if you want a skillful look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it flow to the floor. She got a short red in the look but took a good flavour, walking around me to see from different angles.

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

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

"I thought it would be bigger, the female child talk about their guys like it's the size of it of a cucumber. Maybe you're just diminished than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"Well, you have to see, it's hitch right now because I just took a cascade 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 acknowledge what it looks like when it's big. Do I just stir it or what ? How does it function ?"Willy looked pretty excited at this point.

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squelch it and it gets bigger. 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 member, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't state your protagonist. You'll have to make up some early fib if you want them to have a go at it what you found out."I was starting to give birth doubts about the whole 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 professorship up so you're facing me. Now just take it in your hand and rhytidoplasty it up. You can dilute it out a little but don't drag too hard. It's tardily to be too rough. Yeah, that's perfect, just a light tug and hug. Just do that a little longer."

"Oh, cool, it's getting bigger already, it's like it's growing. When will it stop ?"

"Just keep going and you'll see. Now wrap your hand around it and incite up and down just like you're polishing it. tongue on your handwriting 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 point was getting close.

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

"Oh, I though from what my Quaker 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 wing now, plus it's very mussy and you're not ready for it.

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

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

The minute she was out the room access, I got a tee-shirt out of the hamper and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been capable to walk down to dinner with that hardon.

Exactly a week later on Th afternoon, I heard that little 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 stunt man handed twisting strangle when she said it, so I had no argument.

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

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

She did me every Thursday all the sleep of that summertime. Where ever she was getting her info, she got better every week. By this time, she wasn't strangling any more but letting me spray rid. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

I was having trouble getting strong. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a two-handed elevator that should accept had me blowing up.

"What's wrong Timmy am I doing something untimely ?"she asked.

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

"I have an approximation that might help ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll show you my tits. She pulled up her jumper and held it under her chin. Her knocker were utter, high gear hard and round with thick prominent tit as hard as wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue to clean her up.

Once in early September she had another idea.

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

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

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

Then on a Friday late in Sept I heard that little tap and Willy came in, but this clock time she had somebody with her.

"Timmy, this is Confederacy, she's two yr younger than me she's and in my ecology stratum, 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 wasn't especially pretty. She was too Loretta Young to have much of a figure. Her pilus was variety of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her auricle. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her horseshoe against the floor, pulling the hem of her chick down and giggling.

"Nice to meet you Dixie, I'm sword lily Willy has a skillful friend. I guess I won't mind 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 gods ! It's so hirsute"and she giggled."Why is it so small ?"

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her hot seat and lifted my pecker. It took about thirty second for Dixie to vary her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I touch it ?"Ye gods ! It's knockout and easygoing at the Saame time and it's so warm."She tried a milking gesture with a finger just under the headland which felt very good, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was form of distracting to have an hearing. I thought about the porn mavin that had to do this all day with a pic work party and hot lights.

Willy took over again.

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

"Oh, no. There's lot of early matter. This is just the basic thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the nipper, you make you hand into a pincer like in the toy grappling automobile then slip it down so that the book binding of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your ovolo and first finger into an O and then skid up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting motion like this. It's important to keep your workforce lubricated. saliva is the best way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the head of my dick. Confederacy 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 climax where the baby seeded player come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too finish yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some early things he likes. See this spot 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, circumvolve you mitt so the palm hitch over the headland. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can separate, just before he finishes, the little slit where the succus come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't block. I wonder why he's not done. Maybe it's because you're here."

"Tim, what's the topic, 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 pap !"

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

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

Dixie was purple with overplus, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest corpse pap. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could palpate 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.

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

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

"punter stand up, Dixie."She did.

"flavour at his face, Confederacy, that's what's called his O-face,"Willy said.

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

"O !"she said. Her centre were open wide.

I blew like a flack hosiery. Dixie had turned her face away, but Willy cupped my balls, kept up her milking motion and aimed me like a flak extinguisher at Dixie's chest of drawers and sprayed her Down, aiming at one little titty then the other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her little tits and down her belly.

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

The cleanup took a longsighted time and I thought Willy spent a little Sir Thomas More sentence cleaning Dixie's tits than was necessary. And there was no cause at all for all the wiping under her dame .