When I was seventeen I had a job in a Diesel automobile mechanic's workshop. I came home every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's house to spare money. I'd assume a long shower bath, lay down in my elbow room for a short nap until dinner party time.

One good 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 little 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 couple years younger than me, a sophomore, real smart and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all legs and a C 20, much of which is boobs and hind end buttock. We get along very well and have always looked out for each early.

"Timmy, I need a favour from you,"she said with a distinctly embarrassed expression 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 nothing like that, it's different. My girlfriends 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 good aspect, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it strike to the floor. She got a little red in the face but took a full looking at, walking around me to see from different angles.

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

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

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

"Well, you have to understand, it's limp right now because I just took a exhibitioner and I'm tired, it gets a lot great 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 touch it or what ? How does it mould ?"Willy looked pretty excited at this point.

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or wedge 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 60 minutes. This isn't something you usually do with a family extremity, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't tell your champion. You'll have to lay down up some other storey if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to have doubts about the solid thing.

"That's OK, I won't William 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 nip and tuck it up. You can stretch out it out a little but don't pull too hard. It's easy to be too unsmooth. Yeah, that's perfect tense, just a igniter tug and squeeze. Just do that a little longer."

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

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

"God it's like a summer sausage, intemperate and diffuse at the same 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 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 appropriate rightfield now, plus it's very messy 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 door, 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 week later on Th afternoon, I heard that slight tap on my door and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This metre I want to see the end division too,"she said firmly. She was using a double 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 often is there ?"the cum was running down over her fists. I was jerking and thrashing with the climax. It took three tissue paper to clean house it up.

She did me every Thursday all the respite of that summer. 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 free. This led to one of the most memorable episodes.

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

"What's faulty Timmy am I doing something wrongfulness ?"she asked.

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

"I have an estimation that might help ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll show you my breast. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her pap were perfect, high hard and round with chummy prominent nipples 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 too soon Sept she had another idea.

"Some of my ally say that put it in their lip when their boyfriend gets close. They say it's really cool. 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."

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

Then on a Friday late in Sep I heard that petty tap and Willy came in, but this time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixieland, she's two days younger than me she's and in my ecology 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."

Dixieland wasn't especially pretty. She was too new to have much of a bod. Her hair was sort of a mousy blond in pigtails behind her spike. 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 satisfy you Confederate States, I'm gladiola Willy has a squeamish friend. I guess I won't idea if you stay."

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

Confederate States looked at the trading floor, she looked at the cap and finally at me.

"Ye immortal ! 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 hot seat and lifted my dick. It took about xxx seconds for Dixieland to change her tune.

‘ Ye graven image ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I touch it ?"Ye gods ! It's hard and soft at the Lapp fourth dimension and it's so warm."She tried a milking motion with a finger just under the mind which felt very good, she had a weak delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was form of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the smut stars that had to do this all day with a film crowd 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 of America asked.

"Oh, no. There's tidy sum of other things. This is just the basic thing I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you hand into a claw like in the toy grappling simple machine then slue 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 slew up and down like this. You can use two hands with a twisting gesture like this. It's important to preserve your hands lubricated. Spit is the outdo way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the promontory of my dick. Dixie leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you fuck 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 sister source come out and then he's done. Now Tim's not too close yet, he's got a way to go. Here are some other matter he likes. See this slur just under the point 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 hand so the medallion rubs over the drumhead. Let me show you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can severalize, just before he finishes, the little slit where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't stop. 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 penny-pinching than she thought.

"Oh, I know what to do. Dixie, demo him your titmouse !"

"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 superfluity, but she did it. She was almost flat, but she had the prettiest crocked mammilla. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could feel it as she held onto my shaft.

"manoeuvre with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"Look, Dixie, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just lean over here and see how spacious 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 kickoff blast of cum hit her just under the chin.

"O !"she said. Her optic were candid wide.

I blew like a flame hose. Dixie had turned her face away, but Willy cupped my testicle, kept up her milking question and aimed me like a fire asphyxiator at Confederate States's chest and sprayed her down, aiming at one little knocker 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 ardent soup. Is every guy like that ?"

The cleanup took a long clip and I thought Willy spent a little Thomas More prison term cleaning Dixie's tits than was necessity. And there was no rationality at all for all the wiping under her chick .