Mi helle – The Encore – Ch 3

Introduction:
Hi…I’m back. My Name is Michelle. If we haven’t met before, I’m now 32 years old, but telling stories from my teens. My current boyfriend loves it when I tell him dirty sexy tales from my past, and suggested I try putting them in writing.
At the time of this story, I’m fourteen, almost fiftenn, getting ready to start high school.
I’m also a hopeless exhibitionist.
I’m 5′ 5″ tall, 102 lbs, slim. I have nice 36C breasts, no tummy to speak of, and a tiny butt that my brother Ricky still says “looks like the ass of a ten year old.” I keep my reddish blonde hair medium length, and only within the last year or so have discovered the wonders of sex. I’ve been masturbating regularly for about a year, and just recently discovered that I can turn a guy on (my brother in this case) just by flaunting my body and letting him look at me…my buttt…my breasts…my pussy.
We had just finished the most bizarre incident in my young life, me masturbating, wantonly, in front of him, deliberately putting on a show, while he stroked his hard penis for my viewing pleasure.
When his penis jerked and squirted, the sight sent me over the edge, and I had a wonderful, bone shaking come of my own.
Afterward, we were both kind of sheepish, not saying a whole lot to each other, and I departed the kitchen, returning to my room. Yet I somehow knew that our little “party” had changed our relationship forever.
Chapter Three:
I returned to my room with my mind in a turmoil, racing. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. In front of my own brother, taking off my panties, spreading my legs, fingering my pussy, deliberately putting on a show for him…eager for him to stare at me…to see everything. The image of him stroking his hard penis, or it jerking and squirting…all because he had gotten turned on looking at me…watching me.
My panties were still clutched in my hand, and as I went to put them in the hamper, the big, dark, wet spot caught my attention. I don’t know exactly why I did this next, but I brought them up to my face, pressing the wet spot against my nose, inhaling deeply.
“Oh my God!” II thought, “is that what I smell like?”
My other hand was immediately back at my pusy, and I pushed my middle finger deep inside, sliding it around until it was thoroughly soaked with my juices.
I brought my hand up to my face, extending my wet middle finger and running it under my nose. Inhaling deeply, I found the scent of my own honey intoxicating. I breathed deeply several more times thinking that it smelled like…it smelled like….I don’t know what it smelled like…me, I guess.
After a minute or two of this I found myself getting turned on again, even though I had just had a wonderful come.
Somewhat tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and licked at my wet finger. I decided I liked the taste as much as I liked the smell and within seconds had my finger pushed into my mouth, licking and sucking to get every bit of my juice.
Moments laters, I had two fingers back deep in my pussy, swirling around, gathering more of my precious love nectar.
Back to my nose and mouth again, inhaling deeply and then feverishly licking and sucking the honey.
Three or four more rounds of this, and I was REALLY getting turned on again!
As my mind thurned again to sex, I found myself thinking about the movie Ricky had been watching in his room the first time I saw him stroking himself. I remembered that the few minutes I had seen showed EVERYTHING, including a really sexy close up shot of the guy pushing his hard penis in and out of the girl’s pussy. I decided then and there that I was going to convince my brother to let me borrow it so I could watch it all the way through. (I was already thinking about what a hot, wild masturbation session THAT was going to be!)
I used my already wet panties to dry my pussy as best I could, and then decided I was to explore the new (and sexy) side of my brother that I had just discovered.
This time I chose a tee shirt that I often sleep in. It’s tight enough up top that the outline of my braless nipples was clearly apparent, but long enough that it came down just below my pussy and butt. (As long as I was just standing still.) But the slightest bending, or even reaching up with my arms, would would my privates (front and rear) on clear display.
I checked myself out in the mirror, and tried a few experimental bends, stretches, and poses. The best one I thought was when I got down on my hands and knees and kind of pushed my butt up in the air. Looking back over my shoulder into the mirror, I was stunned at how blatantly this pose showed me off. Not only was my pussy very clearly visible, but in this position, the cheeks of my butt were spread apart, and my little butt hole stared right back at me in the mirror. “Wow,” I thought…”both holes showing at the same time.” Satisfied that I could again put on a good show, I went back down toward the kitchen.
Ricky was sitting at the table, still clad in just his boxers, reading the paper.
I slipped up behing him, and leaned over his shoulder. Dropping one hand to his chest, I began lightly stroking his nipple, while I whispered in his ear in my best husky voice…”That was kinda fun…I hope we can do it again sometime.”
Still behind him, I continued caressing his nipple and breathing heavily in his ear while I dropped my other hand to my pussy, inserting a finger and swishing it around until it was good and wet.
“Sis,” he replied ina husky murmur, “I’m all for it any time. We just gotta be kinda careful.”
“Don’t be silly,” I whispered in his ear. As I continued caressing his nipple, still quite small, it became as hard a s a rock. “I’m not saying we should go all the way or anything like that. In fact, I wouldn’t. But as long as it’s just us playing around we can’t really be getting in any kind of trouble with anybody else, now can we?”
His breathing was getting deeper as he replied, “No…I guess not.”
I pulled my dripping finger out of my pussy, and raised my hand as I whispered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “Ricky…do you think my pussy smells sexy?”
I extended my wet finger and moved it just under his nose. He inhaled deeply and I was rewarded by seeing a twitch in his boxer shorts
“Oh God yes!” he replied, continuing to inhale rapidly.
“Do you think it tastes as good as it smells?” I whishpered as I brazenly inserted my wet finger between his lips.
He just grunted as he licked and sucked greedily on my offering.
The twitching in his boxer shorts was coming on a regular basis now, and I was pretty sure that I was on the right track to getting my “movie borrowing” request granted.
Standing up, I moved around the table and over to the fridge. I opened the door and bent way over, reaching into the bottom shelf. I was sure that in this position he would have a perfect view of both my pussy and my butt.
I rummaged around on the bottom shelf for a minute, making sure he had plenty of time to enjoy the view I was offering him.
Straightening, I turned and was thrilled at this sight of his open mouth, his eyes glued to me. “Didn’t we used to have some strawberry jelly in here?” I asked innocently.
“Um…” he stammered, “I though so…did you look in the pantry?”
“Perfect!” I thought to myself as I moved over to the pantry. “Showtime Part 2.”
I grabbed the footstool and got up on it, reaching and stretching to forage around on the top shelf. In this position, I was sure my tee had risen far enough to offer Ricky a great view of my butt, although I wasn’t sure if he could see my pussy between my legs from behind.
I started searching my way down the shelves, until I got rid of the footstool and had to begin bending over to continue my hunt. I knew he was again being treated to a nice view of my pussy, and I was secretly thrilled knowing his eyes were glued to me.
As I searched lower and lower, and kept bending over further and further, I was secretly hoping (praying!) that I wouldn’t find any strawberry jelly until I got a chance to get down on my hands and knees and rummage through the stuff on the floor.
Lady luck was smiling…no strawberry jelly.
Even without looking, I was pretty sure I had his complete attention, but just to be on the safe side, sighed and announced, “No luck so far…hope there’s some on the floor.”
With that, I dropped to my knees and leaned way forward, pushing my head under the bottom shelf. I extended my arms in front of me, and began rearranging the items on the floor.
I took my time, knowing from my practice pose that in this position, he had a perfect view of not only my pussy, but also my tiny butt hole looking out from between my spread cheeks.
I thought I could hear his breathing getting havier and heavier, and decided to go for broke. Balancing on one elbow, I reached my other hand back between my legs, and feigning an itch, scratched the lips of my pussy. The pretense of scratching gave me a perfect chance to spread my lips, letting Ricky’s gaze actually see up inside me.
I heard him gasp.
I rearranged a few more items, the backed out and stood. I feigned disappointment as I walked back to the table. “No strawberry,” I mumbled as I moved around to his side of the table. “I guess I’ll have to settle for grape.”
As I approached his chair to reach for the jelly, I tingled with delight as I saw that his penis was now big and hard, standing straight up and making a giant tent in his boxers. I swear I could actually see it twitching.
Acting unaware of his hard on, and pretending complete innocence, I moved back around the table and sat in the chair directly across from him.
Immediately, he “acidentally” dropped his knife and leaned underneath the table to retrieve it. I made sure my legs were far enough apart for him to see my pussy, and wasn’t at all surprised when it took him several seconds to retrieve the knife.
I decided I had him (again), and when he straightened up, decided it was time to ask my “favor”.
“Ricky,” I started slowly, “remember last night when I saw you stroking yourself?”
Blushing slightly, he replied, “Yeah.”
“You were watching a movie of two people…um…you know…going at it,” I said, my turn to blush.
He looked up, “You saw that?”
“Only a couple minutes,” I replied hastily. “But I was wondering if I could…well…you know…maybe borrow it?” My blush was deepening.
“Turned you on, did it?” he asked slyly.
As much as I told myself there was no reason for it, the color was now flooding my face, my blush getting deep red.
“Well…yeah…kind of…sort of…maybe.” I stammered. I looked at him anxiously and quickly added, “But it was really watching you stroke yourself that was turning me on and I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie.”
His eyes narrowed somewhat and a huge grin broke out on his face. “So now you want to borrow it?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking away from his suddenly piercing gaze.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked with a suddenly wolfish grin.
That caught me completely by surprise, and I sat there stock still, dead silent for a minute while my mind raced furiously. This wasn’t going quite according to plan. Then I remembered the way his eyes were glued to me a few minutes ago, and the huge tent in his boxer shorts. An idea came to me. Since he liked to look…
I grabbed my tee and pulled it up over my head, dropping it to the floor. I cupped my breasts in my hands, fondling them…pointing them at Ricky. I pinched and tweaked at my nipples, feeling them grow hard.
As I fondled myself, I raised one of my bare feet and extended my leg until my foot came in contact with his penis. I could feel how hard it was, and it jerked with the first touch of my foot.
I began rubbing my foot up and down, feeling his penis twitching. I continued tweaking and teasing my nipples as I looked him in the eye and asked coyly, “Maybe you’d like to try feeling these.”
“I’m sure I would,” he replied, “But right now I like what you’re doing with your foot a whole lot better.” His penis was rock hard. I removed my foot and tried to regroup.
Completely naked, I got up moved around the table to once again stand behind him. This time I used both hands and began lightly caressing both his nipples. They instantly became hard.
I looked down at the now giant tent in his boxers. I breathed in his ear, “Mmmm…,”
I dropped one hand to his lap and gave him a gentle squeeze through his shorts. I whishpered in his ear in my sexiest voice, “I though you just took care of this thing a little while ago.”
“I did,” he mumbled, obviously embarassed, “but that’s just the way guys are…I mean sometimes we just can’t control it.”
I moved my hand back up his chest and continued caressing his nipples as I moved around the chair to his side. I cupped my one breast and held it right in front of his face and whispered huskily, “Perhaps you’d like to try feeling this while you take care of it again.”
Hie penis twitched and broke free through the opening in his boxers, standing up tall and hard. One of his hands reached for his groin, gripping his penis in a fist, while the other came up to my chest and squeezed my offered breast.
He began stroking himself, while gripping me, alternating with pinching my nipple.
I winced. “Not quite so hard, “I whispered quietly, “You have to be gentle.”
His grip on my nipple lightened immediately, and his fist began moving faster, up and down on his now hard, throbbing penis.
This continued for a minute, his eyes glued to my breast, mine glued to his hard penis, and his hand stroking it.
He stopped abruptly. “No,” he said, “If you want to borrow the movie then I want to watch you do it again.”
I knew I had him.
“It?” I asked in my most teasing voice.
“You know…when you use your fingers…”
“Use my fingers to do what?” I asked coyly.
“Um…you know…you know…between your legs…” He was almost whimpering.
I was starting to get really wet, as again it seemed that even my own brother could be put “under my thumb”, turned on just by the sight of me.
I moved his newspaper to the far side of the table, and hopped up, sitting on the edge facing him. With deliberate slowness, I put first one foot, and then the other, on the backs of the two chairs on either side of him. In this position, my pussy was wide open and on display, not more than a foot from his face.
His mouth dropped and his eyes gaped as he took in the view I was offering him, his breathing becoming heaverier once again.
Although I couldn’t actually see his hand on his penis from this position, I could tell by the movements of his arm that his stroking was getting faster.
I moved one hand across my stomach, extending my index finger and bringing it to rest, just above my slit, the finger seemingly pointing right at my clit.
I purred, “So what do you want me to do now?”
“Touch it, stroke it,” he mumbled.
I was only to glad to oblige as my pussy was now, once again, soaking wet. My juices were dripping down onto the table.
I slid my hand lower, and began gently caressing my clit. “Is this what you want to see?”
“Yeah,” was all he could get out, as his breathing became raspy and his arm movements still faster. I couldn’t tell who was getting more turned on, him or me. His eyes remained glued to my wantonly displayed pussy. My finger started moving faster as I could feel my juices running out of me and down the crack of my butt.
He leaned in closer…and closer…and then closer. His face was now inches from my pussy. I could feel his breath, flowing across my lips. I wasn’t sure what he planned next…but I got kinda spooked.
I quickly brought my other arm down behind my butt and around my thigh. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers deep into my pussy. I started slowly, suggestively, moving those fingers in and out of my channel while the finger on the other hand continued tormenting my clit.
My own breathing was now becoming harsh. He was no longer breathing, but rather panting. I felt myself getting close to coming.
“Not like this,” I gasped. “Stand up. I want to see. I want to watch. I want to see you squirt.”
He slid his chair back and stood. I could see his hand, curled into a fist, furiously pumping up and down on his penis, his big…hard…twitching…throbbing…penis.
My breathing was ragged, my chest heaving. The fingers pumping in and out of me are moving faster and faster. The finger on my clit is flying. My clit is huge, and hard.
My juices are flowing freely, running out of me. My orgasm is close.
His fist pumps faster…faster…faster.
He groans. His entire body goes rigidly still. His penis twitches, then jerks. He spurts once, twice, then a third, and even a fourth time.
His juice lands on my stomach…warm…almost hot.
It sends me over the edge.
With three fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, and a finger flying over my clit, I arch my back, let out a small scream, and come…and come…and come.
When the spasms finally subside, I’m exhausted.
I take my finger off my clit. I look up at Ricky. He’s still standing there, his penis still in his hand, his eyes still fixed, staring between my wide spread legs. Although his penis is starting to shrink, his breathing is still rather ragged.
I sit up and, rather wickedly, remove my drenched fingers from my pussy and hold them up to his face, tempting both his nose and mouth.
“Oh God Sis,” he groaned, “Don’t start again.”
I made a slow deliberate show of bringing my fingers to my own mouth, reaching out with my tongue and licking the glistening juices off of each. He stood frozen, eyes glazed as I pushed them into my mouth, and made a rather noisy show of sucking them clean.
I just looked at him rather coyly. “Now what about that movie?”

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