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This is the seventh George and Lisa story. In order, the first six stories are: A Broken Vase, Hide and Seek, Games we Played, Playing House, The Doctor is In, and Changes.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
This is the second part George penned. It’s more experiential and less philosophical than the first (Part Six) For better or worse I’ll return for the series finale in eight.
--Lisa Ann
Told in the voice of George:
As a guy all of my parts are hanging out there in the open. So everything is pretty easy to see and touch. It’s pretty easy to figure everything out. I had found rubbing my parts pleasurable well before puberty, then I discovered that taking my fingers and pushing my foreskin back over the head, moving it up and down on the shaft felt really good. And of course as with all new things I found I shared the discovery with Lisa.
She did what I had done and wet her fingers as I had wet mine in order to provide a little bit of lubrication when I started out. But after trying it that way Lisa substituted just directly licking the tip with her tongue. Which was such a wonderful feeling for me, and she liked it too. She has told me how much she enjoys using her mouth on my parts because it is a huge adrenaline rush to see how much it makes me react.
The power of sexual giving is incredible, a small amount of effort on the giver’s part takes the recipient as far as heaven. Lisa says that it's a great power that you only be used for good never evil-- she might have nicked that from Stan Lee, but I am not saying anything to her about it, only a moron asks how many calories are in a glass of champagne. My little sister gets this wicked smile, and my heart skips a beat.
The one thing that I am certain of in life is that nobody will ever love me the way that Lisa loves me. We are like two halves of a whole. Sure we genuinely love and enjoy playing with our cousins but my baby sister will always be my first and foremost love, and I hers.
We weren't prudish at all growing up. But because of the difference in gender and the fact that I was older and more physically developed Lisa always saw more of me than I saw of her. So it was always really fascinating to be able to take a really good look at my baby sister’s pretty girl parts.
Her parts were totally amazing to me. They looked so pretty and they smelled so good. When I put my finger in my mouth after touching her it tasted so good. For the longest time she would climb into my bed at night and I would wrap my arms around her and hold her. I would play with her breasts-- she always had a little thing about her breasts because when we started out they weren't developed. They never got huge, which is just fine.
I’m a guy, but it just seems like having really big tits would be rather uncomfortable, sort of a pain in the ass. I know that we ingrain what we want are acclimated to and grow accustomed to but Lisa is truly gorgeous, the epitome of feminine beauty. Just a little bit skinny, with a few muscles and very vertical lines. You know, on a scale of one to ten, at least an eleven.
She would snuggle up with me and I would touch her in the dark of night but of course I couldn't see her. But I could feel her and that was better for the relationship. I was working hard to get information from an under-utilized sense. By feeling and interpreting instead of looking I was paying attention to her, and nothing's more important than paying attention to and understanding the person that you're making love to.
I would be behind her, spooning, and she would have her head on my shoulder and I would be reaching underneath her with one hand playing with her belly and breasts. While the other hand moved up and down her thigh, leg, and belly. When she was ready, she would move her leg a little bit to allow me access to her most private of places. I would touch her most delicate parts and pay attention to her breathing-- pay attention to her sounds.
I couldn't go too fast, her parts were too sensitive for that. But a slow steady pressure worked fine. Too little and I transported myself back in time and I was just tickling her. Too much and it was overwhelming. I’d find a groove and get into it. In the years since, we've looked at charts and seen that Lisa’s parts are pretty similar to mine. A little smaller than me since I’m physically bigger, and they're slightly different in proportion, but basically the same.
Everything that she has is just way up there inside of her where it catches on other stuff as it expands. Mine is hanging free so I learned what to do a long time before I learned why it was fun to be doing the things that I was doing. Masturbating Lisa, actually any girl, was a most enjoyable game of hide-and-seek. Where I would touch her parts and play with them and get them to swell and that would move the “hot spot” somewhere else.
We got better and better at it. She felt better and better, then before she would hit a plateau I’d have to go searching and find the “sweet spot” again. I would build up each of these little spots independently until all of the parts got right up to the edge of the cliff. Then I pushed her over into ecstasy.
It all makes perfect sense now. Looking at the diagrams my parts all grew together into a shaft and her parts all grew apart from one another. Each of our parts need to be stimulated but it's a whole heck of a lot easier with a guy.’cause they're all basically in the same place.
But easy and pleasurable aren't the same thing. Sometimes going on a little bit of a hunt is better than just having everything set out before you as a banquet. An Eastern philosopher might say my whole spiel here iis just the excuse that I’ve come up with because: “it is the way that it is and since we can't change what is, it's probably better to adapt ourselves to what is, and enjoy it than to fight a fruitless battle to change the unchangeable.” Maybe...
Just as when I had discovered masturbation to orgasm I shared it with her, she shared her discovery with me. It felt better to me with her doing it and it felt better to her when I did it to her. She had come to the same conclusion that I did and it was more enjoyable when somebody who cared deeply about us brought us off.
The first time she ever put her mouth on my penis it was to lubricate the foreskin. But pretty soon it became just an enjoyable thing to do all in of itself. To put the head in her mouth and then soon lmore, and then all of it down into her. It’s a funny story, our cousin Eva-- now our minister-- actually taught Lisa how to get my penis down into her throat. A totally amazing feeling.
Mom called Lisa’s vagina her “prissy-deen,” I have no idea why. I had kissed her pretty prissy before we had that great big influx of sex hormones. She'd always tasted so good, but now it was like the best thing on the face of the Earth. I love to bury my face in her and I love the reaction that I get. I love the way that she holds her legs over the back of my neck-- like she is trying to force me inside of her.
I love the way that she would squeak when I hit certain spots of her prissy with my tongue. We'd all been playing sex games since we were little. So, you know, it wasn't such a big deal the first time that I pushed my penis inside of her prissy. There wasn't so much a barrier, it was more a little curtain. It had already been pushed to the side several times by fingers and toys. It didn’t tear at once, if it tore at all it was in increments over the years.
I enjoyed pushing my tongue past her curtain and feeling the ripples of her insides. I could also use my fingers, they were longer than my tongue, although not as sensitive. It was always exciting and enjoyable to her to have a part of me inside of her but it wasn't really as pleasurable as having my tongue on her outside parts. As we got older and became more experienced I learned how to take it a little bit slower, how to use a little bit more pressure, push a little bit harder in order to make penetration as much fun as tongue play on the outside.
We were always really careful because I didn't want to get my baby sister pregnant. Well at least I never wanted to get her pregnant back then. Our cousins Hugh and Monica had been doing it for a while and they recommended anal sex, which was really a whole lot of fun. Lisa was able to relax more because there was absolutely no chance that she could get pregnant. I could last a little bit longer and push a little bit harder.
Waves of energy built up from those long firm strokes that eventually ended up bringing her off really good and hard. It’s also really cool that the only preparation you need for some good anal sex is a the right mind set and a little bit of lube on the penis head. You can do it just about anywhere and anytime so long as you have enough time to take it slow and let it build up.
Anyway, as I told Lisa, I think I'm the luckiest guy on Earth to have her and to have had this life that I've had with her and I don't plan on going anywhere.