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Lori's Letter -->> Part Two of the Brother/Sister letter 

LORI SAYS......
     Hi gang!
     Here's the second part to yesterday's letter.  Mike, Susan's
brother, picks up the story.  I was thinking about Susan's letter
most of the day, thinking about what attracted me to it so much.
I think the most compelling part of it was the innocence.  Here
two inexperienced people start exploring their sexuality in a very
safe way.  Compared to my own first experiences - groping hands in
a dark car - Mike & Susan's way seems pretty attractive.
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     "Thank you, Mike," my sister Susan said as she whipped her
hands off on a tissue.  "I liked that a lot."  She blushed a bit,
then continued.  "So much that I think I need to go play with
myself." She stood up and headed for the door.  She paused in the
doorway, then turned back to me.  "If you'd like to help, you know
where I'll be."
     With that she was gone.  I lay still for a moment, still
shaken by the orgasm I just had.  I was dazed - she had invited me
to help her masturbate!
     (Later, Susan explained why she did it this way, why she made
me come to her for more.  She said she was still a little unsure
of the incest stuff, so she wanted to make sure I really wanted to
play with her.  If I came to her on my own, then it was clear she
wasn't forcing me to do something I didn't want to do.)
     A minute later I stood at her doorway.  It took a moment to
wipe the cum off of me and throw on a robe.  Flickering light
spilled out of her bedroom from a few candles she had lit.  I
knocked on the open door, even though the invitation was clear.
     "Come in, Mike," Susan called softly.
     She lay on her side with the sheet pulled up to her armpit.
Even though she was my sister, she looked so exciting, especially
in the candlelight.  I took a few steps in and stopped, unsure of
what I was supposed to do.
     "You can sit here," she said, patting the bed next to her.  I
sat down, feeling very, very nervous.  "So you want to help me
masturbate?  Or did you want to just watch?"  Susan seemed pretty
clam about all this, like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Much later, she told me this was because this was one of her
favorite fantasies and she had played it out many times in her
head.
     "Um..," I stammered.  "I'd like to help."
     "Have you ever touched a girl before?" she asked.  When I
told her I hadn't, she continued.  "Ok, the most important thing
to remember is to take it slow and gentle."
     She rolled over onto her stomach and told me to slide the
sheet down to her waist.  She was naked under the covers.
Following her instructions, I stroked her back with one of my
hands.
     "Just lightly trail your fingers over my back," Susan said.
"A light touch seems to make the nerves more sensitive."  Gently,
with trembling hands, I stroked her back and neck and sides.  Soon
she was moaning softly, telling me how good it felt.
     I'm not sure how long I spent working on her back before
Susan told me to pull the covers the rest of the way down.
     Then I was staring at her naked butt.  God, I was so excited
I felt like I could have an orgasm right then and there, without
even touching myself.  I started on the outside of her legs,
starting about at her calves and working upward.  My fingers
traced little patterns and circles on her soft skin.  When she
told me to, I started back at the calves and started working up
again, but this time on the inside of her thighs.
     Susan was breathing hard by the time I got above her knees.
She spread her legs a little and I remembered how this felt when
she did it to me.  I worked my way up to her butt, leaning over a
bit to look between her legs to try to get a glimpse of her pussy.
     "Rub my butt," Susan said, her face buried in a pillow.
     Man, did her butt feel neat.  It seemed like all muscle but
covered with a layer of softness.  I think I could have played
with it for the rest of the night, but Susan was ready for more.
     "Pull the sheet up over me again, Mike."  I pulled it up,
afraid for a moment that I did something wrong and that she didn't
want to play anymore.
     But she just wanted to roll over.
     I had stood up to pull the sheet up, and I just stayed there,
staring at my sister on her bed.  `She's naked under that sheet,'
I said to myself.  `She wants you to touch her!'  God, it was
exciting..
     I started to sit back down on the edge of the bed, but Susan
told me to straddle her.  So I did.  One leg on either side of her
waist, my robe gapping open.
     "Why don't you take of the robe," she said softly, her face
flushed.  I slipped off the robe and tossed it aside.  Naked, I
straddled my sister, my groin right above hers, separated just by
a thin sheet.  "Pull down the sheet, Mike."
     I slide the sheet down and for the first time in my life I
was looking at a pair of breasts.  They were perfect with dark
pink nipples standing tall.
     "See how hard my nipples are?" Susan asked as she slowly
touched one, rubbing it between her fingers.  "That means I'm
excited.  You've got a nice touch, Mike.  You keep doing this and
girls will be fighting over you."  She kept playing with her
breasts as she spoke, looking me square in the eye.  "Do you like
my breasts?" she asked finally.
     I couldn't talk, so I nodded my approval.
     "Do you want to touch them?"
     "Oh God yes!" I managed to say.  She moved her hands to my
thighs and I reached out my trembling hands to touch her.  I still
remember that first time I touched a woman's breasts.  So smooth,
so soft.  The hardness of her nipples seemed a strange contrast
with how soft the rest of the breast was.
     Susan's eyes closed as I explored.  Remembering what she
said, I tried to keep my touch soft and slow, running fingers
lightly around her nipples and then softly rubbing the hard little
things between my fingers.  As I did this, her hands gripped my
thighs tightly.
     "Kiss them," she murmured.
     "What?" I asked, not sure what she had said, lost in a world
that centered on pleasure.
     "Kiss my boobs," my sister said.  "Suck my nipples."
     I scoted down he bed a bit, then bent over, my naked cock
brushing against the cool sheet.  I lay on my sister, her legs
trapped between mine, as I kissed her right nipple. Susan squirmed
at the contact with my wet lips.  I took the nipple in my mouth
and sucked gently and she moaned.  Her hands were on my head,
pressing me tighter against her breast.
     I sucked on her nipple, letting it slide in and out of my
lips, then started licking it as I sucked gently.
     "Oh god yes!" she cried.  "Suck harder!"
     I did.  Then I moved over to the other nipple, enjoying the
feel of it inbetween my lips.  As I worked on her left breast, my
hand stroked her right breast, softly circling her nipple wet with
my salivia.  Her body arched upwards beneath me as she pressed my
head harder against her.
     "Sit up," she said finally, her words all but lost as she
panted.  "Sit up."
     I straddled her again and played with both breasts as her
hands moved towards my groin.  With one had, she cupped my sack
and gently massaged while the other gripped my hard cock in her
cool hand.  Slowly, she pumped up and down on my cock as I toyed
with her breasts.
     Part of my mind was screaming, `You're playing with your
sister's boobs!' while another was praying for it to never end.
     Her hand started moving faster on my cock and I thing I was
getting a little rough with her breasts.  As excited as I was, it
didn't take long before I exploded into orgasm.  With my hands on
her breasts, wave after wave irrupted from me, bathing her in my
juice.
     I was shaking as the orgasm started to die.  God, I couldn't
believe how good it felt!
     When I managed to open my eyes again, my sister was smiling
at me, with gobs of semen all over her chest.
     "You really like this stuff, huh?" she asked with an evil
grin.  I was a bit embarrassed at first, cuming all over her like
that, but then I realized Susan liked making me cum.  It seemed to
turn her on even more.
     I sat slumped a bit over her as she grabbed a few tissues
from her dresser and cleaned us both off.  I jumped when she
wiped of my cock, startled as much by the familiarity of her
touch more then anything.
     "You ready to make me cum?" Susan asked.
     "Oh yes!" I answered.  "I want to drive you crazy!"
     "Good," she said with a wide, lazy grin.  "Why don't you take
the sheet the rest of the way off."
     I stood up and whisked the sheet away.  Finally I was looking
at my naked sister, the first woman I had ever seen in the buff.
Susan let me just stand there for a bit, admiring her.
     "Sit between my legs," Susan said, breaking the spell I was
in.  I climbed onto the bed and sat Indian-style between her legs.
Oh boy...I was facing her pussy.
     "Ok," she said, "time for an anatomy lesson."
     Susan pointed out all the parts of the mysterious area,
naming them with both there proper name and any nicknames.  I
swear I almost lost it when she slid one finger into her vagina
and said, "This is where the penis goes in."
     She looked so good, playing with herself, right infront of
me.  Her pussy glistened with her juices and there was a musky
odor in the air.  Susan showed me her clit and explained that it
was the secret to giving a woman an orgasm.  Finally, she stopped
and asked me a question.
     "Ready?"
     "Oh yeah!" I said eagerly, not sure what it was, but knowing
I was ready for anything.
     "Place your hand over my pussy," Susan said.  It was a
bit awkward, I remember, with the way I was facing, but I laid my
hand directly over her mound.  It seemed like I could feel heat
emanating from her.  I squezed gently, cupping the entire area as
she moaned softly.  I slide the heel of my hand up and down over
her lips, feeling the wetness, watching her shudder and squirm.
     "Slide a finger in me," my sister said with her eyes clenched
tightly shut.
     I used on hand to spread open her lips  so I could see
better, then slide my index finger in her.  I can't describe the
sensation when I first had my finger in my sister's pussy.
     "Oh god!" Susan panted.  "You've got your finger up my
pussy!"  Just the idea seemed to get her more turned on.  "Use two
fingers," she instructed.  "Slide them in and out."
     Two fingers seemed a tight fit but she stretched a bit to
accommodate them.  I sat there silently, breathing hard, as I
worked my fingers in and out of my sister's pussy.  I worked
slowly, afraid that I could hurt her.
     "Rub my clit," Susan said a few minutes later through
clenched teeth.
     With my left hand, I rubbed her erect little clit as I kept
sliding my fingers in and out of her.  Her body seemed to jump
when I first touched her clit.  Every muscle seemed to tense as I
kept rubbing and stroking.
     "Oh that feels so good," she said, almost in tears.  "Don't
stop.  Keep going."
     I sat between my sister's out-stretched legs and massaged her
clit and slide my fingers in and out of her pussy.
     "Faster," Susan urged.  "Faster," she begged.
     Faster it was.  My hands seemed to fly as I rubbed and
stroked.  God, I couldn't decide what to watch!  Her pussy?  Or
her face?  Her skin was flushed, big blotches of red skin seemed
to break out all over her.  Her head was arched back, her body
tense and taunt.
     "Faster....harder.....more"
     Susan seemed to be loosing control.  She throw her hands back
and grabbed the headboard behind her as if she was afraid she'd
fly off the bed.  I rubbed her clit harder and my fingers pumped
in and out at a furious pace.
     "Don't stop...don't stop," she whimpered, her words pleading
and difficult to say.  "Harder."
     It was great.  My sister's body tensed, her back arched off
the bed, her pussy thrust towards my hands.
     "Yes!" she managed to scream.  "I'm...I'm...coming!"
     Susan seemed to explode.  Every muscle in her body tensed and
released and tensed and released.  Her head whipped from side to
side and she almost levitated from the bed in her orgasm.  She was
shaking so badly, quivering and twitching, that it was difficult
to keep rubbing her clit.  I almost decided to hold her down so i
could keep going, but I didn't.
     I've never been sure how long that first orgasm of hers
lasted.  I know it seemed like forever and I remember feeling a
little jealous that her orgasm lasted longer then mine.  Finally,
it was like the air was let out of a balloon and she seemed to
collapse inward a little.
     "Stop," she panted, her body beginning to curl up a bit into
a fetal position.  She grabbed my hands to stop me, but kept them
in place, my fingers deep in side of her still quivering pussy.
     She sprawled back a bit and I watched fascinated as what
looked like little mini-earthquakes swept her body for minutes.
Finally, they seemed to pass and Susan came back down to earth.
     "Oh my," she said finally, the effort it took to speak was
evident.  She held out her arms to me.  "Come her, Mike.  Hold me.
Just hold me."
     So I lay on top of my sister, my groin against hers, as she
seemed to wrap herself around me.  Arms and legs pulled me in
close and held me tightly.

     Susan and I never actually had intercourse.  I guess we both
felt a little funny about the incest thing.  But over the next
year before she went away to college, we kept exploring each
other's bodies and finding new ways to excite each other.
     My lovers since then have seemed very grateful that some one
took the time to teach me how to make love to a woman, but I've
never managed to tell them that they should thank my sister.



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