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Brother & Sister Masturbating

My name is Liz. I'm very happily married, and I'm 31 years old. This is (mostly) about events that took place 15 years ago.

When I was 16, my mother and father divorced. At the end of the school year, my mother, my 17 year old brother Rick, and I moved to Vermont. We were living in a rural area, did not have summer jobs, and knew absolutely no one, so we spent most of that first summer around the house. Most days, my mother left early for work at the large regional hospital.

One morning I woke up a bit earlier than normal and headed down the hall to the kitchen. As I passed Rick's room, I noticed his light was on and the door was open a few inches. Mostly because I was surprised he'd be awake that early, I quietly peeked in his room. I was absolutely shocked at what I saw. He was lying naked on top of his bed, and he was rubbing his penis! It was obviously hard, and he was slowly stroking it up and down. Every now and then he would put some spit on his hand, and continue stroking. Because his feet were pointed towards me, I could see his balls rising and falling with each stroke.

I had never seen anything like this before, and I was fascinated, and shocked at the same time. I had only recently discovered masturbation, and only did it in bed, under my covers, with the light off and the door locked. I couldn't believe that he was doing it with the door open and his light on!

After a few minutes, he suddenly started rubbing much faster, and soon he started moaning as a stream of semen spurted out, all over his hand and legs. I was so surprised when that happened I almost gasped.

I quietly crept back to my room. I locked the door, pulled up my nightgown, and rubbed myself till I got my orgasm. I was so aroused by what I'd seen that it didn't take long.

I said nothing to Rick about it, of course, but the next morning I crept down the hall early again, hoping to see a repeat performance. Again his door was open, and again he was nude and touching himself. He seemed to be going slower this time, and I realized that at first he was rubbing his entire shaft, but as he got closer to an orgasm he focused more on the top. Once more I was treated to watching a jet of semen, and once more I ran back to my room to pleasure myself.

This went on daily (except the days our mother didn't work) for over two weeks. By this time I was watching him with my nightgown pulled up to my chest, so that I could touch myself (one hand on my crotch, the other pinching a nipple) while I watched. Still, though, I didn't give myself an orgasm there in the hallway... I waited till I was back in my room.

After two consecutive days off, my mother left early for work, and I nearly ran down the hall... two days without being able to watch was almost unbearable. As I got to his room, I was horrified to discover his door was partly closed... I could see a crack of light, but nothing else. I touched the door gently, to see if it would open just a bit, but it didn't move. I pushed a bit harder... and suddenly the door flew wide open, with Rick standing, naked, directly in front of me.

"Um", I stammered. "I was just wondering if you were awake".

"Sure you were... I know what you've been doing" he said, grinning back at me.

"What I'VE been doing? What about what YOU'VE been doing every day! I should tell mom!".

"And YOU haven't been doing the same thing?" he asked, looking down towards my crotch. "Oh my God" I blurted out, realizing that my nightgown was still up to my boobs, leaving me nearly naked! I dropped the nightgown back down, and stood there mortified.

"You can come in and watch, you know" he said as he turned and headed towards his bed. "I really don't mind... I know you've been watching me every day".

I wasn't sure what to do... run, or go in. In the end, the thought of watching him, but up-close this time, won out, and I walked into his room.

He lay down on his back, and started touching himself as he had done for the last few weeks. I really could not believe that he could be so casual about it, with me standing there watching.

"At first, it feels best to touch the whole thing" he said. Nervously, I said "Nice hard on", or something like that, trying to make it sound like I knew what I was talking about... although his was the only one I'd ever seen.

"The tip is really the most sensitive part" he went on. I asked him why, and he said that he didn't know why... it just was. "Is that why you rub the tip more before..." I stopped, not really even sure of the right words at that time. "Yeah, before I get it" he finished. "Most of it is hard, but the tip is soft. Want to touch it?" I should have said No, but instead I reached over and poked at the tip with one finger. It seemed soft, I guess. "No, squeeze it a little!" he told me. I squeezed the tip, then down lower, and he was right... it was a funny combination of hard and soft. That's when I first noticed a small amount of liquid on the tip... I hadn't been close enough to see that from the hallway of course. I asked about that, and he explained it was "pre-cum". "The pre-cum tastes a lot better than the actual cum" he told me. "Ohhh! I can't believe you actually tasted it!" I shot back.

We stopped talking, and he focused on just touching himself. After a few minutes, he asked me why I wasn't touching myself too. I thought for a moment, then sat in the chair near his bed, but turned at an angle so that he couldn't actually see my crotch. I pulled my nightgown up just a bit, and began touching myself.

It was quite exciting, being able to watch him up close like that, and touch myself at the same time. He certainly seemed to enjoy watching. He asked me to turn to give him a better view, but I wouldn't. Still, he "came" before long at all, and the excitement of the whole thing brought me to an orgasm only a minute later. Surprisingly, I actually let out a loud moan as I got it... something I had never done before. I guess I really enjoyed myself! "Wow.. that was great" he said, and I agreed, before heading to the shower.

When I came into the kitchen half an hour later, he was still nude. "It's not like you haven't seen me like this" he explained. I thought about everything that had happened, and an hour or so later I walked into the living room where Rick was watching TV. I was completely naked... the first time he had seen me like that since I was about 6 years old. "It's much too nice a day to wear clothes" I explained, and headed out onto the pool deck.

The best thing about the Vermont house was the pool and deck, surrounded on three sides by the garage and house, and a privacy fence on the fourth side. I had always wanted to sun nude, but was always afraid of Rick seeing me... now I didn't seem to mind. I splashed on some oil, and lay down on a lounge chair.

Some time later, I heard Rick whisper my name. I opened my eyes... he was seated directly in front of me, just a few feet away, and was stroking his hard penis... again! "How often do you do this?" I asked. "Oh. at least once a day, for about the last 4 years." Until just a few weeks ago, I hadn't rubbed myself all the way more than twenty or thirty times... I quickly figured he must have done it about 1,500 times!

He kept touching himself, and though I was not feeling that I needed anything, I eventually opened my legs just barely enough to get my hand down there, and touched myself a bit. He got another orgasm, and caught the semen in his hand. He was hoping he could watch me rub myself again, but I didn't. He headed inside to get cleaned up.

Even though we didn't discuss it at all, I showed up in his room shortly after our mother left for work the next morning. Both of us naked, I sat in the chair, facing him this time. I guess being naked in front of him most of the previous day had diminished my shyness somewhat. I spread my legs, giving Rick his first good look at me, and I swear his penis jumped to a full erection in under a second. He was even breathing hard! It was quite a thrill for me seeing what a reaction I could cause.
I leaned back as best as I could in the chair, and found that if I hooked my heels on the rungs of the chair my legs were spread at a comfortable angle. Rick meanwhile was stroking himself, and we both sat there touching ourselves, without a word, for several minutes.

I noticed that Rick would speed up, slow down, and speed up again. Eventually I broke the silence and asked him why. He explained that it felt best if he could get close, then slow down, and make it last longer. "This is so hot that it's hard to not just get it at once" he added. The thought of trying to not get it was a new one to me... it takes me a while to really get going, and by then I'm always anxious for the climax. This time I slowed down as I got closer, though, and made that "just before I get it" feeling last for probably 10 minutes... this was incredible! Eventually, though, Rick couldn't stop himself, and began furiously rubbing himself, moaning "Oh! Oh! Oh!" over and over again. That put me over the edge as well, and, like the previous morning, I moaned loudly as I came, my fingers flying furiously. I told him how wonderful that felt, and said "I wish you'd taught me that trick a long time ago!".

That afternoon, as I sunned nude by the pool, Rick came out and sat facing me in the chair. He had a bottle of Crisco oil with him. He poured a bit in his hand, and started stroking himself. "Have you ever used anything like this? Shampoo, or anything?" he asked. Since my previous masturbation had always been in bed, I'd never used anything but a bit of spit. Grinning, he said "Wait till you've tried this".

I poured a bit in my hand, and began rubbing myself. I thought I had died and gone to heaven... it was the best it had ever felt. I think that we rubbed ourselves for nearly half an hour that day, stopping, starting up again, telling each other how wonderful it felt, and how hot it was to be watching the other. Finally, he sighed "I think I'm gonna get it....". I really let loose, and I climaxed for at least a minute as I watched him squirting his semen. We were so wiped out, we just sat there, laughing some, for several minutes.

Our daily "routine" of watching each other twice a day continued until Sunday, when my mother was off work. Two things happened that day. One, my brother and I told her that we had decided to go nude around the house. She (and my dad) had really been hippies in the 60's and 70's, so nudity didn't really shock her much at all... she had often said that her biggest disappointment in life had been not being nude at Woodstock.

The second thing that happened was that I went absolutely crazy masturbating myself! I believe I did it ten times that day... in the shower (with shampoo as a lubricant, of course), in bed, lying on my floor, anywhere I could get my hand down there without my mother seeing me.

Fortunately, she had to work Monday, or I might have damaged myself with all the rubbing I was doing. When I went into Ricks room that morning I told him about it, and he laughed. He'd done it only 3 times, he confided. Then he surprised me... "Would you want to rub me this time?" he asked. I had enjoyed touching it that one time the previous week, and had actually wanted to touch him again. I hadn't really thought about really rubbing him, but decided to try.

We eventually figured out that it would work best if he lay on his bed with his feet on the floor, and I knelt on the floor between his legs. He was already hard as a rock when I first started to touch him. I had watched him enough times to pretty much know what to do... I slowly rubbed up and down his entire cock. Within just a second or two some of the pre-cum began to appear at the tip. I touched it, and put my finger in my mouth. It really didn't taste bad, I thought. Rick was watching me do that, and immediately started moaning loudly, and telling me he was about to get it. I knew enough to start going faster, and as I focused on the tip, he shot a gusher of semen out all over his belly.

"Wow... wow... wow..." was about all he said for a minute or two, while I wiped the semen from my hand. "I'll do your dishes for a month for that". Without thinking, I responded "First one's on the house", which, I quickly realized, implied that there would be others.

Rick really wanted to rub me now. I'd like to say that he rubbed me to a tremendous, crashing orgasm, but he really was not doing it correctly. "No, several fingers, not just one". "Not so hard". "Lower". Eventually I told him he could try again later, and rubbed myself.
Of course, a few hours later, we were out on the pool deck and he wanted to try it again. It was better... but still I couldn't get it. Maybe I was a bit nervous being touched by someone else, I'm not sure. Rick felt real bad... but I knew how to make him feel real good! I went inside and grabbed the Crisco oil, poured a generous amount over him, and rubbed him to "the best one of his life".

I think that it was two or three days before he was finally able to give me an orgasm. He was grinning ear-to-ear for the rest of the day.

We seemed to settle into a new routine... we'd watch each other rub ourselves in his room in the morning, and rub each other out on the deck (or back in his room if it was raining) after lunch.

It was a few days after he had given me an orgasm for the first time that he asked me if I knew what a blow-job was. Of course I had a basic idea... several of my girlfriends had bragged about doing that for their boyfriends. And I knew that guys liked it a lot! However, unlike the rubbing we had been doing, I really considered that as sex, and I didn't want to have sex with my brother. He would offer me money, doing my chores for months at a time, and so on, but I kept telling him No.

One day we were inside rubbing each other, and he wanted to move into a different position "to get a better angle" he said. We lay on his bed facing each other, but sort of in (what I now know as) a 69 position. It did seem to give us a good angle for rubbing each other, but I was sure that he hoped I'd really get into it and give him that blow job he'd been begging for. We started rubbing each other. My legs were wide open, of course, and before I knew it he had his face between my legs, and was licking me. I felt that I should tell him to stop, but the sensation was incredible, so I decided to just enjoy it. I closed my eyes, but in my mind pictured what he was doing to me, and in almost no time was enjoying a wonderful orgasm. Just as my orgasm was subsiding, he suddenly got his, which shocked me because I wasn't even touching him at that point! I did not know (back then) that it was possible for a guy to get an orgasm simply by being so excited. Anyway, because I wasn't expecting it, the semen ended up in my hair, on my face, and on my arm... quite a mess. I grabbed a tissue and wiped my face off, but, for no real reason, licked his semen off of my arm. "You're right!" I said. "The precum tastes much better!". He later said that watching me lick his semen off my arm was "almost as good as the blow job would have been".

Eventually school started, we began getting busier, the weather turned cold, and we only rarely had a chance to rub each other. Then Rick got a girl friend, began having sex (oh god, that's another story) and we stopped altogether.

Both of us stayed nudists, though, and shortly after marrying I introduced my husband, Doug, to nudism as well. My husband and I eventually bought the house from my mother, so to this day I can still sun and swim nude in the (all too short) summer.

Rick visits a few times a year (he moved a few hours away), and the three of us are usually nude together when he's here. Three weeks ago he was visiting and he and I were out by the pool while Doug was at work. We were chatting, and suddenly he started touching himself. It took me by surprise, as we had not even discussed our past activities in over a dozen years. I was feeling uncomfortable, but watching him touching himself like that, right there on the same deck where we used to, brought back memories of that summer that were, really, quite pleasant. As he was getting close to getting it, I knelt down next to the chaise lounge he was lying on, replaced his hand with mine, and took him into my mouth. Just as I've done a hundred times with my husband, I used my mouth and tongue to bring him to a wonderful orgasm. I swallowed the semen, then continued gently sucking him till he had gone soft. Standing up, I said "That's the last time, Rick", and went into the house. I had very mixed feelings... guilt, but also a warmth from sharing something with someone I love very much, and even a bit of regret knowing that it would never happen again.

Rick went home the next day, and that night I told my husband what had happened. I was afraid.. that he'd be angry, that he'd divorce me, something. Instead, his response was "God, that is so hot!". Men!

Still, I told him that what I had done was wrong, and that I would do anything he asked of me to make it up to him. One of those things (I'm not telling you the others!) was to write this all down and post it on Whispering Lily (which we both enjoy very much).

Anyway, he had a few questions for me once I was done, like did we ever have actual intercourse. No, no way. I really enjoyed what we did together, but sex was over the line, and Rick never even asked.

He also mentioned that I never said anything about Rick touching my breasts. Well, unfortunately, I'm not very well endowed in that area. I only recall him touching them a few times. On a few occasions we would sit facing each other, very close, with his legs over mine. That was a terrible position to rub each other, we discovered, but a nice position for rubbing ourselves. Sometimes after he would get his orgasm (which tended to cover the back of my hand with his semen) he would lightly touch my breasts while I finished rubbing myself. It did feel nice, I recall.

I hope that I can still be comfortable around Rick in the future, but we have a strong love for each other, which I feel will win out. And, because Doug was truly not hurt by what I told him, I can still hold those memories of those days with Rick with affection and fondness.