When I was seventeen I had a job in a diesel mechanic's shop. I came home every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my kinsfolk's firm to save money. I'd take a farsighted shower, lay down in my way for a short nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in later summertime, a really scorching Thursday, I had showered and was laying on my bed in null but a towel. There was a slight tap at my door and my sister Willy came in. Her material epithet is Wilhelmina after a grandad, but she is only known as Willy. She's a couple class vernal than me, a sophomore, real smart and real pretty. She's about five three, almost all leg and a hundred twenty, much of which is titty and cigaret cheeks. We get along very well and have always looked out for each early.

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

"Sure, Willy, anything for you, you know that. What can I do for you ? Is mom bugging you about your apparel 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 full flavor, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it devolve to the floor. She got a little red in the nerve but took a good smell, walking around me to see from different angles.

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

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

"I thought it would be freehanded, the girls talk about their hombre like it's the size of a cucumber. Maybe you're just small-scale than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"fountainhead, you have to understand, it's limp right now because I just took a shower bath and I'm tired, it gets a lot grown when its stimulated. I'm actually bigger than near guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squeeze it and it gets grown. 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 kinsfolk appendage, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't tell your friends. You'll have to puddle up some other tarradiddle if you want them to know what you found out."I was starting to suffer doubt about the solid 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 chair up so you're facing me. Now just have it in your handwriting and face lift it up. You can stretch it out a little but don't pull too hard. It's easy to be too uncut. Yeah, that's everlasting, just a igniter tug and wring. Just do that a fiddling longer."

"Oh, aplomb, it's getting bigger already, it's like it's growing. When will it lay off ?"

"Just keep back going and you'll see. Now wrap your hired man around it and move up and down just like you're polishing it. spittle on your manus for lubrication. Yeah, that's perfect.

"God it's like a summer sausage, severely and soft at the Same time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis degree 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 friends said that something big happened at the end,"Willy said with a pout.

"It does, it does, and it's just about to chance, but I'd rather not do it with you, I don't think it's conquer right 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 walk down to dinner with that hardon.

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

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

"wagerer 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 sexual climax. It took three tissue paper to houseclean it up.

She did me every Th all the rest 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 trouble getting backbreaking. I just wasn't feeling it. She was doing beautifully, a ambidextrous elevator that should take had me blowing up.

"What's improper Timmy am I doing something incorrect ?"she asked.

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

"I have an idea that might assist ; my girlfriends say this works, I'll display you my nipple. She pulled up her jumper and held it under her chin. Her tits were perfect, high hard and round with wooden-headed outstanding teat 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 betimes Sept she had another idea.

"Some of my acquaintance say that put it in their oral cavity when their young man 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."

School 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 little tap and Willy came in, but this time she had someone with her.

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two eld unseasoned than me she's and in my ecology social class, and she's like to see your thing. She's never seen one and sense left out. I told her I could avail. I hope you don't mind."

Confederate States wasn't especially pretty. She was too new to have much of a number. Her hair was form of a mousy blonde in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't feel at me and kept scuffing her shoes against the floor, pulling the hem of her dame down and giggling.

"Nice to get together you Dixie, I'm gladiola Willy has a Nice 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 storey, she looked at the cap 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 chair and lifted my gumshoe. It took about 30 endorsement for Dixieland to commute her tune.

‘ Ye gods ! How big will it get ?"

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

"Can I stir it ?"Ye gods ! It's punishing and voiced at the Saame time and it's so warm."She tried a milking apparent motion with a finger just under the chief which felt very unspoiled, she had a light delicate touch.

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porn 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 clenched fist, is that all you do ?"Confederate States asked.

"Oh, no. There's lots of early thing. This is just the basic thing I'm viewing you. Here's some others. This is the nipper, you make you hand into a nipper like in the toy grappling simple machine then slide it down so that the vertebral column of your nails make contact first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and beginning finger into an O and then skid up and down like this. You can use two mitt 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 dick. Dixieland leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you hump when you're done ?"Confederate States 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 seeds 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 thing he likes. See this spot just under the capitulum where it attaches to the shaft ? He likes it when you rub there. Also, if you use the clenched fist the way you were before but at the top, revolve you hand so the palm tree wipe over the head. Let me point you."

"He's still not quite there. One way you can tell, just before he finishes, the little slit where the juice come out opens up. Once that happens the guy can't check. 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 divinity, I don't know, mine aren't like yours."

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

Dixie was purple with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost savourless, but she had the prettiest slopped mammilla. I immediately started to churn, and Willy could feel it as she held onto my shaft.

"period of play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

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

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

"Better stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a ardor hosiery. Dixieland had turned her grimace away, but Willy cupped my ballock, 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 other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her throat, both her little tits and down her belly.

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

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