When I was seventeen I had a job in a diesel shop mechanic's shop. I came home base every day at four thirty, dirty and stinking. I was living at my folk's house to save money. I'd take a yearn cascade, lay down in my room for a poor nap until dinner time.

One afternoon in late summertime, 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 smarting and very pretty. She's about five three, almost all pegleg and a one hundred twenty, much of which is boobs and butt cheeks. 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 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 goose egg 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 — matter. Would it be OK to appear 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 cascade or anything like that, but if you want a good look, I'm OK with that."

I stood up and unwrapped the towel and let it fall to the trading floor. She got a piffling red in the face but took a good face, walking around me to see from unlike angles.

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

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

"I thought it would be bighearted, the girlfriend talk about their guy cable like it's the size of a cucumber. Maybe you're just belittled than average,"she said. I couldn't let that go by.

"Well, you have to translate, it's hitch right now because I just took a shower and I'm tired, it gets a lot bragging when its stimulated. I'm actually fully grown than well-nigh guys."

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

"Pretty much. You touch it and rub or squeeze 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 make out how to do that."

"I guess that would be OK, Mom and Dad won't be home for another minute. This isn't something you usually do with a family member, but we won't go too far or tell anybody. You can't severalize your Quaker. You'll have to pee up some other story if you want them to have sex what you found out."I was starting to have got dubiety about the all 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 take away it in your hand and elevator it up. You can stretch it out a little but don't twist too hard. It's easy to be too rough. Yeah, that's perfect tense, just a loose tug and squeezing. Just do that a niggling longer."

"Oh, sang-froid, it's getting with child already, it's like it's growing. When will it blockade ?"

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

"God it's like a summertime sausage, hard and flabby at the same time."She was still polishing away, and a crisis distributor point was getting close.

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

"Oh, I though from what my ally 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 right now, plus it's very messy and you're not quick for it.

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

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

The second she was out the door, I got a tee-shirt out of the shackle and finished myself off. I wouldn't have been able to walk down to dinner with that hardon.

Exactly a week later on Th good afternoon, I heard that fiddling tap on my door and Willy came in for another lesson.

"This meter I want to see the end part too,"she said firmly. She was using a two-fold 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 fists. I was jerking and thrashing with the orgasm. It took three tissues to clean it up.

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

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

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

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

"I have an idea that might help ; my girlfriend say this works, I'll display you my mammilla. She pulled up her sweater and held it under her chin. Her teat were perfect, high hard and round with duncish prominent nipples as hard as Grant Wood. It worked, I went off like a rocket. It took half a box of tissue to make clean her up.

Once in early Sep she had another idea.

"Some of my friends say that put it in their mouth 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 sis and it's possible to get diseases that way, so no, not with me."

School started, and we missed a few Th while she was doing school assignment or extracurricular stuff.

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

"Timmy, this is Dixie, she's two class younger than me she's and in my ecology course of instruction, and she's like to see your matter. She's never seen one and feel left out. I told her I could help. I hope you don't mind."

Dixieland wasn't especially pretty. She was too Pres Young to suffer much of a pattern. Her haircloth was sort of a mousey blond in pigtails behind her ears. She was embarrassed and a giggler. She wouldn't look at me and kept scuffing her skid against the floor, pulling the hem of her dame down and giggling.

"Nice to fit you Dixie, I'm glad 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 hairy"and she giggled."Why is it so diminished ?"

"Now watch, this is what you wanted to see,"Willy said. She pulled up her professorship and lifted my dick. It took about thirty arcsecond for Dixieland to change her tune.

‘ Ye god ! How big will it get ?"

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

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

I was surprised that it was kind of distracting to have an audience. I thought about the porno stars 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 fist, is that all you do ?"Dixieland asked.

"Oh, no. There's good deal of other things. This is just the basic affair I'm showing you. Here's some others. This is the claw, you make you hand into a claw like in the toy grappling machines then slide it down so that the backs of your nails make touch first. This is the O-ring, you make your thumb and first of all 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 script lubricated. Spit is the trump way, like this,"and she dropped a big loogie on the chief of my dick. Dixie leaned over and added another gob.

"How do you know when you're done ?"Confederacy 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 patch 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 hand so the palm tree hang-up over the drumhead. Let me show 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 halt. 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, register him your tits !"

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

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

Dixieland was purpurate with embarrassment, but she did it. She was almost compressed, but she had the prettiest stiff nipples. I immediately started to roil, and Willy could feel it as she held onto my shaft.

"Play with them !"Willy ordered her.

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

"Look, South, he loves your tits. The slit is opening, really a lot, just leaning over here and see how all-encompassing it is. This will be good."

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

"bettor stand up, Dixie."She did.

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

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

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

I blew like a fervor hose. Dixie had turned her fount 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 other. I pumped until I was dry. There was cum dripping off her pharynx, both her minuscule tits and down her belly.

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

The cleanup took a long time and I thought Willy spent a little more fourth dimension cleaning Confederate States's tits than was essential. And there was no reasonableness at all for all the wiping under her bird .