One morning, about five months after that first momentous scene in the barn, I was sitting in the swing hanging from the old oak tree in our backyard when Billy entered the barn. It was normal for him to go in the barn on a Saturday morning, helping Dad with the chores, but by now I was really spying, so I noticed him give a long hard look around before he entered, as if to insure privacy.
He may not have seen me, or perhaps he did and thought I was so engrossed in my reading that I didn't see him. He ducked into the building. I knew what he was up to, even though he had always gone into the barn at night, and I was surprised when he went in there early Saturday morning with that look on his face.
I crept to the front door. Dad was far out in the field and Mother had gone to market, so I knew, as I suppose Billy did, no one was about to disturb us. I walked quietly across the floor to the partition and took my usual place behind the thresher.
Billy was unbuckling his jeans quickly. As soon as they dropped to his knees, I could see his penis hard inside his undershorts. He pulled them down and took hold of his organ with his hand, as usual. But then he stopped. He bent down and unfastened his boots and sat on the bale and pulled them off. Immediately after that, he kicked his jeans and undershorts off his legs, so he sat clad only in his shirt and socks. He spread his legs wide and cupped the sac between his legs with one hand while the other worked his penis in the familiar up and down strokes.
I pressed my hand against my crotch, the way I always did while watching him, and something deep inside me quivered and tingled. My knees felt weak and I began to sweat. I tried to breathe easily, fearing that Billy would hear me. But he was breathing so heavily himself, I doubt if he could have heard anything.
I watched him in amazement, because this time he did something I had never seen – nor dreamed possible – before. He fell back against the bale, as he had done many times in the past, and spread his legs wide. Usually he worked his penis with his right hand and held onto the bale with his left, or rubbed it over his scrotum.
This time his left hand worked itself down to the crack of his ass. He rubbed it, stroked it for a time, and then started flicking his finger exactly at the opening. He was moaning and every few seconds his legs jerked as pangs of pleasure shot through his handsome body.
Then it seemed I was watching his finger and nothing else – my eyes were glued to it. He moved the index finger to the opening of his anus and slowly pried it open, teasing it gently. Then the finger slid up his ass! It honestly slid all the way up there! I couldn't believe it. I felt hot and wet between my legs and I thought of his finger going up my ass and I nearly fainted there in the barn.
Billy evidently loved the sensations the finger was causing because he began to move his hand faster and faster as his head rolled from side to side. In a minute, he lifted his legs into the air and shoved his finger in as deep as he could get it to go and then he spurted – the largest load I had ever seen pour from him.
I was in a trance. I memorized the picture, at that moment, and thought about it for weeks, months, years after that. I still think about it. It was quite a sight.
Billy left the barn as usual and went back to the small field where he had been working. Later that afternoon, when I had finished the book I had been reading, I strolled over to the field and offered Billy some of the chocolate bar I was eating. We sat on a tree stump and shared the candy and talked. In the middle of our conversation I said something that I shouldn't have.
Billy said to me, "Darn, Maggie, I think I lost that fifty-cent piece I had in my pocket. I can't find it."
And I replied, "Maybe you dropped it in the barn."
There was a prolonged silence. Billy's face flushed red for a moment and he looked embarrassed. Even if I had not known what he had been doing in the barn, he would have made me suspicious by the look on his face.
"How… how did you know I was in the barn?"
"I saw you go in. I was reading my book in the swing."
"Oh." Silence again. Then a phony explanation. "I needed some tools so I came back to the main barn."
"I didn't see you leave with any," I said, which complicated matters for him.
He stumbled over his words and said something about not finding the tools he needed. I don't remember much more of the conversation, but I knew from that moment on he was suspicious and I was careless. I should have been extra careful when hiding and watching him, but I wasn't. I think I secretly wanted to be caught, because I certainly was longing to touch his penis the way he did.
A few days later, after supper, Billy went to the barn with Corky. I followed. Everything went well until Corky happened to get up and walk around the partition just as I was sliding my hand into my panties. The dog scared me – had been so intent on Billy that I forgot to watch Corky – and I jumped and let out a yell. Billy came around the partition in a matter of seconds, his hard penis standing out in front of his jeans, which he had tried to pull up without much success. He just stood there staring at me while Corky kept barking. We didn't know what to say or do, we were both so embarrassed.
Finally, I turned and ran out of the barn – heard him call me but I didn't turn around – and across the yard to the house. I darted in the door and locked myself in my room, shaking with fear. I didn't want Billy to be mad at me, that was my first concern. We had always been close friends and I didn't want to lose that. We had always been in a kind of conspiracy against our parents, not that we didn't love them, but rather as a reaction to their strict moral code. We had little in the world other than one another.
It was late that night when I heard the tap on my door. I sat up, wondering where I was, for I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming I was walking along a seashore someplace. I blinked my eyes and realized I was lying on my bed and someone was tapping lightly on my door.
"Maggie? Mag? Open up, it's Billy. I have to talk to you." I recognized the voice immediately, but in it I recognized a gentleness that told me maybe he wasn't mad at me for spying on him. I quickly opened the door. He came into the room and locked it again.
"Billy, I'm sorry…" He stopped my words by placing his hand on my lips.
"Maggie, listen, don't be sorry. I would have been doing the same thing if it was you behind the partition. You've been watching for some time, haven't you?"
I thought it best not to lie. "Yes," I said softly.
"Well, I don't know how to explain," Billy said, thinking I needed to be told just exactly what it was he had been doing.
"Billy, I know what you were doing. I mean, I know what this is." I thought I did, at least.
"What's it called?"
I pronounced it very slowly and clearly. "It's called mas-tur-ba-tion." I was really proud of myself for having said it so perfectly.
Billy smiled. "Right, little sister. It's just that mas-tur-ba-tion is something a girl your age shouldn't even be thinking about, much less watching. In fact I don't think I should be doing it, but I get these urges!"
"I do too."
He stared at me, realizing maybe that I wasn't as little as he thought. Hell, I thought to myself, hasn't he noticed my breasts? Didn't he realize some of the girls he talked about dating were girls in my class at school? I was always "little sister" and I suddenly wanted that to change.
"What do you mean?" he asked, interested.
"Well," I continued, "sometimes I like to touch myself down there, like you do, and it feels really good. I especially like to do it when I watch you because that's when I'm really excited."
"Maggie, you shouldn't!" He almost screamed at me and started walking around the room. I think it was his big-protective-brother image falling apart. He had to realize that I was growing up as rapidly as he was and I was just as sexual as any other person my age. Or maybe more.
Finally, I blurted it out. "Billy, damn it, I like watching you! What else can I do, dream about it? I never even knew what a man looked like till I saw you in the barn! How am I supposed to find things out? I even want to touch it like you did!"
He stared at me in astonishment. I was a bit astonished that I had said it, but it was true and I was glad I had finally said it. It knocked him cold for a few moments, but it certainly warmed him up inside. He sat on the bed and looked at me and smiled. He was scared, I could tell that, but more than that he seemed suddenly excited.
"You really want to touch it?" he asked timidly. "You wouldn't tell Mother?"
What did he take me for, I wondered. "If I didn't tell Mother about you in the barn, why would I tell her about it now?"
"That's true. Maggie, listen. This is all so amazing to me. I mean, I didn't think you even knew about such things or cared about them. I guess it's kinda nice that you do, 'cause now we can talk about it. Tom and I talk about it a lot, 'cause we're both horny."
Tom was his best friend, a nice guy who lived about a mile from us, on another farm. One day, a few weeks earlier, I had seen Tom walk into the barn alone, and I immediately thought he was going to do the same thing with himself that Billy had done, but he emerged in a minute carrying a bushel basket.
"Can I touch it?" I asked simply.
"Now? Here?"
"You locked the door," I reminded him.
"Yeah, 'cause I thought Mother might come snooping or something. I wasn't planning on taking off my pants in front of my little sister."
I decided to grow up a lot for him in those few seconds. "Look, Billy, I'm not 'little sister' any more. I'm a friend who wants to play, have fun, learn things…"
His laughter stopped me. He often has referred to that moment sitting on my bed. I guess I must have looked pretty silly sitting there demanding that he no longer be my brother, but rather a teacher of sex and a playmate in sexual affairs.
But he listened to me. He never again called me "little sister" in that context. He did become a friend who played with me, taught me a lot of things, and had a lot of fun doing it.
"Okay, Maggie, you win," he said, opening his zipper. He opened his belt and then his pants and pulled them to his knees. Then he took my hand and placed it over the lump in his white shorts. I was crazy with excitement as I felt it stir under my fingers. Then he stood up and pulled his shorts down and his penis jumped out, just inches from my face.
I stared at it, looked it over, touched it lightly with my fingertips. The skin was soft, much to my surprise, and yet the entire thing was rock-hard. I brought my little finger up to the tip and rubbed along the little slit in the end, and then down along the long shaft to his heavy balls below.
"I have big balls," he said quite honestly. I didn't know if they were small or large, but I knew they felt nice in my hand. They were covered by dark hairs and seemed to move by themselves as I cupped my warm palm around them.
Billy stood there as his pants fell to his feet, and then he spread his legs as much as he could so I could hold even tighter to his balls. I was fascinated with everything I was touching. When I held his balls, he made his penis move up and down in front of my face.
"How do you do that?" I asked, amazed.
"Easy. Muscles," he replied, making it bob up and down again. I grabbed it and giggled, thinking it was very funny.
I held tightly to it as Billy sat on the bed next to me. He let me play with it for a long time, and I knew he was enjoying it, because his organ stayed hard the entire time and every now and then he would sigh or moan in pleasure.
He finally got so excited he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled my hand away.
"Don't," he said, "I'm going to come!"
"Yes, do, I want you to!" I said. He looked at me strangely. "Really," I added.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," I said, grabbing his penis again. This time I tried to do exactly what he had done, pulling my closed hand up and down it, drawing the skin up and down, rubbing the head with my thumb. I put my other hand under his balls and held them gently in my hand feeling them move in their sac.
"Oh, Maggie, yes, that's nice," he said softly, watching what I was doing very closely. His hips moved slightly, in rhythm with my hand, and I could feel his entire body beginning to stiffen as he neared his climax.
"Is it okay?" I asked, seeing the smile on his face.
"Yes, yes," he whispered, still watching my hand pumping on his organ. "Maggie… I'm going to come!"
As he said it, the white liquid poured out. My hand was suddenly soaked with the warm sticky fluid I had seen so many times but had never touched. I stopped moving my hand as he grabbed my arm. He murmured something I couldn't understand as he watched the cream gush from the end of his penis and run down my small fingers, over his balls below.
"God, Maggie," he said, releasing my arm relaxing his whole body. He fell back against the bed and stretched out, as if he had no breath left. "That was wonderful."
I released his penis from my grip and wiped my hand with a tissue until most of the liquid was off, and then I rubbed it against my jeans till it was almost dry. His penis was still wet and shining, and I wiped it with a tissue, but had a hard time getting all the fluid off his heavy balls because they kept slipping and I was afraid to press hard. Finally I just sat there staring at his male equipment, thinking how beautiful he was.
"That really was great, you know," Billy said, looking up at me. He winked and then pulled me down next to him and put his arm around me. "I think little sister just grew up!"
"I think you're right," I answered. He rubbed his hands along my body, playfully, not sexually, until he stopped at my thighs.
"You saw me, now it's my turn to see you," he said, resting his hand on my leg.
"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.
Now we had another thrill added to our list of many: playing with my breasts. We did all sorts of crazy things with our bodies. Billy would stand up and rub his penis against my breasts until my nipples became hard and his penis began to get stiff, then he would rub it between them until it came and the white creamy liquid would run down my chest, over my stomach, and sometimes all the way down to my pussy.
Another time Billy masturbated with just the tip of his penis touching one of my hard nipples, as I held my hand under his balls. He came on my nipple and it felt as if someone had just poured hot molasses on it!
I remember too the day he let me put my finger up his ass. He made me cut my fingernail before we tried it, and I'm glad I did, because it was worth it. I wet my finger with my saliva and slowly slid it up his warm anus. I was entranced with the idea of having part of my body in his. I remember having all my fingers jammed in my pussy as I did it. And Billy was so excited he almost screamed at the top of his lungs – he told me so later.
In all this time, however, we had never once thought of anything more than touching. The idea of kissing, sucking, fucking, anything like that, was foreign to us, or at least to me. Then one day I learned something big and that started me on the road to where I am today…
One day, in May, near the end of the school year, I was supposed to be at my grandmother's house helping her with cleaning the attic. I remember being in a terrible mood and I had decided that I wouldn't go. I called Grandmother immediately after breakfast and told her I wasn't feeling well and that Mom said she thought I should wait a day to help her. So that was that. Only I didn't tell Mother. I packed up some sandwiches, apples, and my favorite books and headed for the hayloft – my sanctuary from the world. Mother was planning to go shopping, and when she returned she naturally thought I was at my grandmother's. I would have the entire day to myself and my own dream world. Or so I thought.
I heard voices while I was reading. I looked out, of the little window above the door to the main barn and saw Billy and his pal Tom calling to Mother, who was in the garden.
"Have you seen Maggie?" Billy shouted to her.
"No, she's at Grandmother's! That's where you should be instead of doing nothing around here," Mother called to him, waving her hands in the air.
"Aw," Billy said, "I'll go tomorrow. Or the next day."
Mother shouted back. "That next day is Monday and you know you'll be in school."
"All right, I'll go there later," Billy shouted back, turning away from her. Mother just shook her head and continued working on her planting…
Tom followed Billy up the drive till they stood immediately beneath my hidden perch. Billy looked around. I knew that familiar look, but why was he doing it now that Tom was with him? Before I had time to figure it out, they entered the barn and closed the large door.
I listened closely. They walked across the floor to the partition.
"Are you sure she won't come up here?" Tom asked.
"Who?" Billy said.
"Your Mom. Or your sister, what if she comes home?"
"She won't. Look, if you don't want to, that's all right…"
Tom stopped him. "Hell, of course I want to. I'm as horny as anything. I just wanted to be sure, that's all."
I heard the sound of familiar buckles and zippers, the sound of shoes hitting the ground, the sound of pants being pulled from their legs. "Who's first?" Billy asked.
"Doesn't matter. I will," Tom said, quickly. Then there was a silence.
I had to see what was happening. I knew the floorboards of the loft creaked, but I took my chances. I crawled over to the area just above the partitioned section and brushed the hay away enough to find a crack in the boards. I looked down and my eyes must have bulged out of my head.
Tom was kneeling on the ground, his legs spread wide on the floor. I could see his naked ass move back and forth from where I was, but I couldn't see his face because it was buried in Billy's lap!
Billy was sitting on the bale of hay, bracing his body with both hands behind him, his legs wide on each side of his friend. His penis was in Tom's mouth, or rather it was in and out of Tom's mouth, because Tom's head was moving up and down on the long organ, drawing it in and out of his lips. Billy was gasping, and I immediately felt angry because he looked like he was enjoying it more than anything he had ever done with me.
I was jealous, but more than that I was fascinated. I had never seen anything like it, nor had I even thought about anything like it. I suddenly thought to myself, why hadn't I thought of that? Billy looked like he was in ecstasy as the other boy's head slid up and down his hard penis. I wondered immediately what it felt like inside his mouth, what it tasted like, how far it could do down his throat, how did he keep from biting it and hurting Billy? My mind was a jumble, so much so that when Billy gave a short cry and took hold of Tom's hair, I didn't even realize he had reached orgasm.
It was minutes later, then Tom lifted his head from Billy's groin and said, "Wow, did you come a load!" that I realized what had actually happened.
But what had Tom done with it? He hadn't spat anything from his mouth. And he was speaking. Could he have swallowed it? I couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it, and yet I was dying, at that moment, to do the same myself. It was the first pang of desire to perform fellatio that I had ever had in my life. It has never left me.
As if to excite me even further, Billy then did the same thing to his friend. Tom remained, standing as Billy knelt and took the boy's slender penis into his mouth and began the same kind of movements as Tom had executed. I watched intently – learning how – as Billy sucked gently but firmly on the boy's organ. Tom had his hands on his hips and Billy was playing with the boy's balls at the same time. I had my hand stuffed in my pussy and it was wetter than ever.
Tom shouted, like Billy had, and grasped my brother's hair as he filled Billy's mouth with his semen. Billy choked at first, because the boy thrust his penis deep in his mouth, but then he stopped and he held Tom's ass tightly until the boy's orgasm was over. Then they both collapsed to the ground and sat there while their organs softened.
"Christ, that just makes me hot to fuck a girl," Tom said.
"Yeah, one of these days. I wonder if it's as great as they say it is?" Billy asked.
"I'm sure it is! A blow job turned out to be better than we thought it would, didn't it? Same has to happen with fucking."
I was going wild up in the rafters. I wanted to jump down and take both their penises in my mouth and then have them both fuck me, too. I knew I had to keep quiet and it was killing me.
Tom started hitching up his pants. "You think your sister would ever let me watch when she jacks you off?"
You bet I would, I thought to myself.
"No," Billy said, "I don't think so."
"Damn. She's really pretty. I'd love to see her doing that to you. I'd love to have any girl do that to me!"
That's all I remember them saying. They got their clothing straightened out and left the barn. Mom started yelling and I think Billy left for Grandmother's. I just sat there, thinking about what I had just seen and heard. I moved my hands over my body, over my hard nipples, down to my crotch, and I placed one finger into my vaginal opening. The sensation was exciting, so I put another finger in, and then another. I moved them around and suddenly my whole body began to shake. I felt wet down there and thought for a moment I was going to black out. The roof of the barn tipped and the walls seemed to be falling in on me, but I kept my fingers moving even though my senses were all running together. I had experienced something – some feeling – that I had never before felt. It troubled me, because I couldn't figure it out. Why had I felt so wonderful for those few moments? Would I ever feel it again? I lay there wondering that till I fell asleep.
Dad finally found me after dinner and there was an uproar in the house because I had lied to Grandmother and had spent the entire day doing nothing. I was confined to my room after school for two weeks, but that didn't bother me. What did bother me was the look Billy gave me when he found out I had been in the barn all day. He knew that I knew what had been going on.
Late that night, I got out of bed and crept down the hall to his room. I opened the door and quietly entered, and shut the door tightly behind me. Billy was awake, sitting up naked in his bed. He didn't look too happy with me.
"I thought you would be asleep," I said softly.
"I thought you would be asleep!" Billy said, a little too loud for the circumstances.
"Shhh. They'll wake up."
"You saw it, didn't you?" Billy asked in a sharp whisper. He sounded upset.
"Yes, I saw it," I said, calmly.
"Okay, so we give each other a blow job now and then, so what? Can't you mind your own business?"
I was hurt. I hadn't come to him to berate him or make him feel ashamed. On the contrary, I wanted to tell him how fantastic I thought it was and ask him if he would let me do it some time, or teach me how to do it.
"Well?" he asked.
"I couldn't help but overhear and I wanted to see. I thought it was great. I really came in to ask if you'd teach me how, or let me do it to you sometime."
He almost fell over. I think I really stunned him with my words, but I've always felt – even then – that honesty is the best way to get through to someone. So I was honest and he loved me for it.
"How long have you and Tom been doing that?" I asked.
"Couple of years, off an on. It's a release. Most of the guys do it, though they won't admit it," Billy said, moving over to let me get on the bed beside him.
"Do girls do it?" I asked, again honestly.
"I sure hope so! I haven't met anyone yet who would do it to me. A few of my dates have felt my prick, but none of them have even come near to doing as much as you've done. But, then too, I haven't had many dates."
We both laughed. I suddenly remembered I hadn't locked the door, so I got up and locked it. When I turned around, Billy had flipped the covers off his legs and he held his penis in his hand, waiting for me to come and take it. I walked to him and placed my fingers around it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, hoping that I would say yes. I was very excited that I was going to be the first girl ever to take it in her mouth.
I knelt on the bed, next to him. He spread his legs and rubbed my breasts for a moment and then winked at me and nodded to his genitals.
I bent my head and moved close to the tip of his penis. I could see a drop of fluid already on the tip of it, and I flicked it with my tongue and licked it off. Then I parted my lips and let the head of his organ slide between them. I fitted them around the bottom of the head and swirled my tongue over the soft skin of the tip. Billy moaned, so I was sure I was doing the right thing.
Then I let it ease into my mouth a little at a time, until I had all I could take. Billy pulled back and drew the organ out, and at first it scraped across my teeth, but the second time he did it I knew how to handle it and soon it was sliding in and out as easily as it had slip in and out of Tom's mouth.
"Maggie, Maggie, good, good," Billy whispered as my head moved back and forth. I knew I wasn't doing the best job in the world – think back now and realize how awful it must have been – but I knew Billy was enjoying it. In fact, he enjoyed it so much he came in my mouth in a matter of minutes. Suddenly my mouth filled with spurts of the hot semen and I started swallowing, afraid that I might choke or let it drip down my chin, and I wanted every bit of it inside me. I didn't even choke, just drank it all down and surprised myself that it went so smoothly.
Billy lay back on the bed, exhausted and exhilarated. He didn't say a word, and neither did I. I put my head on his leg and watched his penis grow small with the passing minutes. Finally, when I started dozing off, he lifted me and helped me down the hall to my room.
I fell into the bed and Billy stood there for a long time, looking down at me. Then he bent down and opened my robe and suddenly I was naked in front of him. He was only wearing his undershorts.
"Can I kiss you goodnight?" he asked.
Kiss me goodnight? I didn't know what he meant. Had he suddenly fallen in love with me? Did he want to peck me on the cheek? Or did he want to really kiss me on the mouth? Out of fear, I just nodded, taking my chances.
I'll never forget what he did as long as I live. Billy smiled, bent over, spread my legs apart and planted his head between my thighs and kissed my virgin pussy with all his might! He opened his mouth and sucked and let his tongue flit between the lips of my pussy as he pressed his face there. Then, as fast as it had begun, it was over. He got up without a sound, turned and walked out the door.
It was a kiss, but one like I had never had before. I started crying, I was so happy that night. I dreaded the day he would leave for college. Everything was beginning to work out so well. I fell asleep praying I would never lose him. I knew I would always be his "little sister".
A few days later, Billy and Tom invited me to go to the barn with them. My pants were wet by the time we got to the partitioned section. And they were off the minute I got there.
I had the time of my life – holding a penis in each hand, working them up and down at the same time, holding them together and working them like one big organ. I put Billy's penis in my mouth while Billy took Tom's in his, and then we reversed. Then I sat on the edge of the bale and Billy got on his knees and continued where he had left off the other night, licking and sucking on my pink young pussy. Tom stood next to us, jacking off, and I reached up and rubbed his balls while he beat his cock up and down. I was going wild from the sensations Billy was causing between my legs, and at the same time he was playing with his hard organ between his legs.
Tom began to gasp and I knew he was ready to come. Billy looked up just in time to see Tom slide his penis into my mouth. As soon as I felt the tip of it hit my tongue he exploded and I felt the release hot inside my throat. While Tom was still coming, Billy jumped up, holding his penis in his hand. He tried to shove it in my mouth, along with Tom's, before he spurted, but some white liquid squirted out and hit my breast just as he put the rigid organ to my lips.
I opened wide. The second shot of cream dribbled down my chin, but then he pushed it in and my lips were forced to receive both organs at once. They were both coming, and I swallowed but could not take all of the hot liquid that was pouring into my mouth. Some of it ran down my face and fell to my breasts and stomach.
I had both hands cupped under their heaving balls, making sure my middle finger of each hand was touching their anuses.
I couldn't keep my mouth open any longer. I made them pull out together, and they had to hold onto each other to keep from falling over.
I swallowed, smiled, wiped some of the thick liquid from my body, and watched them as they recovered.
Later, when we were all dressed, we were sitting on the grass in the yard when we had an interesting conversation. We talked about fucking. Tom wanted to do it to a girl. Billy wanted to do it to a girl. And I wanted it done to me. But we never connected on that point, never suggested that we try it with any combination of our threesome. We would do all the sucking in the world, we would place fingers up each other's asses, and the boys would put their fingers in my pussy, but never did it cross our minds to try actual intercourse. I think going that far with Billy would have violated that moral code the good nuns had preached at us – incest was a mortal sin. Anything short of intercourse was not incest in our minds.
Fellatio was our thing, cunnilingus was our thing, and we practiced them almost every day for the next months. It was one of the happiest times of my life. But it ended in horror.