"I'll bet you've been peeking into the bath room when I'm naked," I said.
"It's impossible. I tried," he admitted with a sly grin. "I do want to see, though."
I felt embarrassed. "Oh, you don't really," I said, but it didn't convince him.
"Please, Maggie?"
I relented and stood up and slipped my jeans off my body and then pulled my panties down to my knees. He stared for so long that I began to feel something was wrong with me, that I was deformed or something. I didn't know what to do or say, just standing there almost naked in the middle of the floor.
"God, Maggie you're really something!" he finally said, at the same time grabbing his penis again. I was surprised to see that it was growing hard and long again, and even more surprised to see his hand beginning to move up and down it again.
"Maggie, take off your underpants," he ordered, quietly. I obeyed, pulling them from my feet. Then I stood there with only my shirt on, spreading my legs far apart so he could see my pussy clearly.
"Do I have a nice pussy?" I asked. He nodded, as if he were in some trance. No one said a word then – we just looked at each other as we both grew excited.
Billy motioned for me to spread my legs even farther, but I couldn't do that without falling over so I sat down on the chair facing the bed and lifted my legs and planted my feet on the front of the chair, so my pussy was facing him, open and very wet now that I was so excited.
Billy sat up on the bed and faced me, spreading his legs wide also. He had a tight grip on his penis and worked it faster and faster, never for one moment taking his eyes off my pussy. When I ran my fingers over the lips and the folds, I thought he was going to fall off the bed.
Finally, I took each side of my pussy and spread it apart with my fingertips. The sensation of pleasure rippled through my body, and at the same time Billy fell to his knees in front of me and once again the white liquid shot out of his organ onto the floor.
I thought it would never stop! I had no idea it could happen again so soon, much less that it could happen again with so much of the sticky substance still to come squirting out. A shudder of excitement gripped my body as I watched him shoot, and knowing that I had been the person that had caused him to get excited again gave me a great deal of satisfaction. I think I felt closer to my brother that night than any time in my life.
It happened just in the nick of time, for almost immediately Mother was rapping at my door.
"Margaret? Why is this door locked?" her voice demanded as Billy smirked, trying to pull his pants on. I threw the rug over the puddle of semen on the floor and then pulled my bathrobe from the closet.
"Billy's here, Mother. We're just talking," I lied, killing time.
"Well, open this door now. Billy shouldn't be keeping you up. He should be in bed already himself." She rapped on the door again. I heard my Dad call to her to come back to bed.
"Coming, Mother," Billy said, buckling his pants.
"Remember we're going to early Mass tomorrow morning!" Mother shouted, walking down the hall.
Billy clicked the lock on the door and smiled at me and left without a word. I fell on the bed and started to giggle. It all seemed so wonderful to me, so utterly strange and amazing. I had liked what had happened, and didn't feel the least bit ashamed of it. I couldn't wait to do it again.
I can't remember all that happened between that day and the day I had my first lesson in fellatio, but some of the incidents pop into mind…
One afternoon, Billy and I were walking home from school and he said he had to pee, so he jumped over the nearby fence and went up to a tree close to the road. I stood watching him. Perhaps it was the power of suggestion, but I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I climbed the fence and walked up to him just as he was shaking the last few drops of liquid from his penis. He looked at me, surprised.
"I have to go, too," I said. I walked farther into the woods, set my schoolbooks down on the ground, and pulled my panties down and off my body. I stooped down and spread my legs wide. The tips of the grass tickled my pussy.
Billy was right behind me. As soon as I stooped to the grass he called to me and asked me to stop. I looked up to see him pull his pants down to his knees and take his penis in his hand. He knelt in the grass, about four feet in front of me, and started pulling on himself like he always did.
"Okay, Maggie, go ahead and pee," he said, watching intently.
I was unable to do so at first. The situation was so new, so different, something I hadn't thought about. I knew Billy liked to masturbate while looking at my open pussy, but I had never thought of it opening to expel a trickle of urine while he played with himself. But now it was happening and I was afraid I couldn't do it.
Finally, it came. It spurted at first, but then a steady stream poured onto the green grass below and the hairs on my pussy were wet along with the tips of the grass touching it.
Billy made not a sound as he stared in a kind of perverse delight. As my trickle of golden liquid began to stop, his explosion of white liquid began. He bent forward, bracing his body with his left hand, so none of the cream fell on his body or clothing. I watched till he had finished and then wiped myself with a leaf and stood up. Billy did the same. We left the little woods – left two wet spots in the grass there – and continued walking home from school.
We never spoke about that incident again till some years later, when we would often recall the things we had done. We still do that now when we see each other. But at the time we didn't need to talk about it. We would experiment and that would be that. We didn't need to explain, apologize, be worried, upset or angry. We really understood each other and things worked out because of that.
I remember another day when I asked Billy to put his finger up his rear for me. He thought I was nuts at first, but then he realized I must have seen him do it before. He did it for me, and I watched closely, playing with my pussy the whole time, getting very excited because of it.
After Billy reached orgasm with his finger up his anus, I asked him to try putting it up mine. He tried to, but that's as far as he got. It hurt too much. I loved when he rubbed it, just as I loved when he rubbed my pussy, but trying to slide it up there was too painful.
Another time I made Billy come just by holding his penis with both of my hands. I squeezed tightly as he rubbed his fingertips along the lips of my pussy and in a moment my hands were filled with his semen.
Up until that time, we had only touched and experimented with each other's genitals. My breasts had yet to be seen by my brother, until one day in the barn. It was after supper when we sneaked in there, and it was already quite dark out. We were afraid to light a lantern, for fear Dad would see it and come out to see what was going on. So we sat in the near darkness and Billy removed his pants and I took off my skirt and panties.
We touched each other for a time, and then I began to work his penis up and down. Suddenly I felt his hand slide up along my stomach, under my blouse, until it reached my left breast. I wasn't wearing a bra. I hardly ever wore one around the house, under my sloppy shirts. I liked the freedom of it, even in those days before Women's Liberation was ever heard of.
I stopped moving my hand because of the chill that raced through my body. I could feel my nipple grow hard as he tweaked it in his fingertips. I felt rigid, like a rock. I held my breath as his hand moved to the other one, and cupped it gently. His penis grew even larger in my hand.
"Like that?" he asked, almost whispering into my ear.
"Yes, it feels good," I said, grasping his organ with all my might. "Press hard."
He did press hard and I sighed – the sensation was one I had never before experienced. I quickly brought my other hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy, which only added to the sensation. I tried my best to move my other hand on his penis, but I was too excited to concentrate on it. So Billy took hold of it himself and in less than a minute he came.