Home Schooled - Learning to Please (Taboo Step Brother Step Sister Erotica) (2 page)

I decided to try asking him nicer to turn the music
down. In the past I was as much to blame as he was, pounding on the
wall or going in there screaming my head off for him to shut it
off. Maybe if I was nicer, he would respond better.

Jimmy’s door was closed when I went to his room, his
music escaping through the cracks underneath so I knew he wouldn’t
hear my knocks. I tried anyway, but as expected there was no
answer. Since my parents didn’t believe in locks on our doors, I
pushed his open and gasped aloud at the sight before me.

Jimmy was lying on his bed, facing the ceiling. The
music was blaring, and he hadn’t seen me come in, but that was also
partly because his eyes were screwed shut and his body slightly
arched. What surprised me, though, was that his pants and underwear
were down below his knees and his hand was rubbing furiously up and
down along his willie.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight before me,
although I know I should have probably just closed the door quickly
and pretended not to have seen anything. With the music as loud as
it was and his eyes closed, I could have gotten out of there and he
never would have known that I had seen anything.

I have no idea what possessed me, then, to actually
walk further into his room and shut the door behind me. I mean, I
knew why I shut the door - if my parents had come up then things
would have gotten a lot more awkward, for both of us. But what I
didn’t know was why when I shut it, it hadn’t been from the
outside.

Jimmy had removed his shirt as well, and his hard
abs were flexed and tight as his hand moved rapidly below them. The
muscles in his right arm were also taunt, and I admired how strong
he was. Years of working the farm with Pa had really done wonders
for his physique. But what really had my attention was what was
between his legs. I’d seen his willie before, years ago when we
were a lot younger, but it was MUCH bigger than I remembered it. It
reminded me of the willies on some of the farm animals we had in
the barn. But it was much more interesting when it was hanging
between a hottie like Jimmy than on a goat or even a horse.

I started to think back to the conversation we had
just had, as well as the one I had had with my Ma years ago as I
watched him. People really put those in their mouths? I wondered
what it would taste like. I couldn’t fit the whole thing in, for
sure, but I could definitely get the top purplish part in. Then I
remembered what Jimmy had said about making cream, and I wondered
if I would get to see that. Immediately I was even more interested
in what he was doing and I moved closer to get a better look.

I don’t know if Jimmy heard me over the music, or
somehow sensed that I was there, but all of a sudden his eyes
opened and he looked at me. My own eyes met his and time seemed to
stand still for a moment. His hand stopped rubbing along his
length, and his mouth hung open in shock as we stared at each
other. It felt like forever, but it was probably only really a
second before he yelled and sat up, bringing both hands to his lap
to cover himself.

“
Sarah, what the heck are you
doing in here? Get out!” he yelled loud enough that I could hear
him over the music.

“
I’m sorry,” I said, my hand
raising to cover my mouth. “I just came in to ask you to please
turn down the music. I didn’t see anything!” It was an obvious lie,
given that I had been standing there and staring at him when he saw
me.

“
You should have knocked,” he
yelled back.

“
I did,” I protested
weakly.

“
What?”

“
I did.. oh for heaven’s sakes,” I
walked across his room and turned down his music myself. “I said I
did, but you couldn’t hear me over the music.” I was able to talk
at a normal volume now. I kept my eyes on his face consciously,
although I was very tempted to drop them down again and sneak
another peak. I was curious as to whether his hands were able to
completely hide him given he was so big.

“
Just get out,” he repeated
glumly.

“
I’m sorry Jimmy,” I said again. I
walked towards the door, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to leave
just yet. My mind was racing with what I had just seen. “Were you
trying to make the cream come out?” I asked suddenly, my eyes wide
with hope as I turned back towards him.

Jimmy sighed and leaned his head back, closing his
eyes. “Sarah…”

“
Please tell me,” I
said.

“
Fine, yes, I was. Now can you
please go?”

“
I want to see. Can I?
Please?”

“
What? Are you crazy, no way, get
out!”

“
I’ll put my mouth on it,” I
offered suddenly. I think I surprised myself as much as I surprised
him as soon as I said it.

Jimmy’s head snapped down and he stared at me. His
dark hair was a bit mussed, and his blue eyes shone brightly. I
knew I had his attention. “Wait, what?”

“
Well…” I said, thinking quickly
about what I had just said and whether I really meant it. It
totally made sense though, given what he and Pa and I had just
discussed. “I’ve thought about it a lot since Ma told me about it,
and the idea has always seemed kind of weird but in sort of an
interesting way,” I said. “And then when we talked about it
earlier, and Pa said it’s something you do with someone you love
when you want them to like you more… well, I love you, Jimmy.
You’re my brother! And lately I feel like we fight a lot, so maybe
this would help you like me more.”

“
Ah, heck, I do like you Sarah. I
agree, though, we do fight a lot. I’d like that to stop as
well.”

“
So then, why don’t we try
it?”

“
I dunno, it’s embarrassing to
show you my cock…”

I laughed when he said that word.
“Cock? You mean your willie? Why did you call it a cock? It didn’t
look like a chicken to me.”

Jimmy shrugged. “I dunno, that’s just what it’s
called. Willie is a baby term.”

“
Oh,” I said. I certainly didn’t
want to be called a baby, I was 18 after all. “Well anyway, I’ve
already seen your… cock.” The word sounded weird on my tongue, but
I kind of liked it. “No point being shy now.”

“
What are you gonna show
me?”

“
What do you mean?”

“
You walked in here and saw my
cock, and now you want to see it again. I think I should get to see
under your clothes, too.”

I thought about it for a second and then shrugged.
He was right, fair was fair. “Okay,” I said. “But then I get to put
your wil- I mean, cock, in my mouth, right?”

“
Sure,” he nodded
vigorously.

I reached down and grabbed the hem of my light
shirt, pulling it quickly over my head. Since we were just hanging
around the house, I wasn’t wearing a bra and my small breasts
bounced free as soon as the fabric was removed. Jimmy’s eyes shot
to them and didn’t waver for a second as soon as they were in
sight. I smiled slightly at his attention.

I then reached down and pulled off
my jeans, wiggling my hips to roll them down past my butt. I was
still wearing white cotton panties, and I noticed that Jimmy’s eyes
were now flitting between my chest and my underwear. He then looked
me in the eyes with a raised eyebrow and I knew he was waiting for
me to remove the rest. I smiled at him, and then hooked my thumbs
into my panties. Bending down, I slid them down my thighs and to my
ankles, stepping out of them as I stood back up. I was now
completely bare, with only the thin brown hair above my tight
little hole to protect my modesty. Jimmy’s eyes were glued to that
area though, my breasts already forgotten.

“
Now you,” I said, motioning to
his lap where his hands were still hiding his hardness.

Jimmy yanked his hands away and
his cock sprang back up, no longer being held down in embarrassment
and instead displaying itself shamelessly. Without his hand on it,
I was able to see it in more detail. It was very thick, and pretty
long, although I wasn’t sure what I would judge it against. He had
a bit of hair below the shaft, but otherwise it was completely
smooth. The top was a mushroom shape, and had a slightly purple
tinge to it. I wondered again what it would taste like.

“
So… how do you want to do this?”
he said. His eyes were still staring at the hair above my slit. I
walked towards the bed and then crawled up onto it.

“
I guess you just lie back and let
me try and lick it. You can tell me if what I’m doing feels
good.”

Jimmy just nodded, his face still looked like it was
in shock at what was going on. I probably should have felt
similarly, but to be honest I was just so curious that I was
ignoring all other feelings for the moment. Jimmy lay down but
propped his head up on his pillow so that he could watch what I was
doing.

Now that I was close, I was even more intrigued by
the hardness in front of me. It was so different than what I had.
Living on the farm, we had no computer and no television, the only
time I had seen one since we were younger was in one of the anatomy
books that my parents had used in some of our lessons.

They lacked a lot of the detail,
or maybe it was just that this was three dimensional and only
inches from my face. I reached my hand out tentatively and touched
it. It seemed to jerk as soon as I did, and Jimmy made a little
sound. I looked up at him, but he just nodded in encouragement. So
I reached out again, and this time grasped it. As I closed my
fingers around his length, I was amazed at the different
sensations. First, it was much warmer than I expected. But what was
more interesting was how it seemed both hard and soft at the same
time. It was firm enough that I couldn’t bend it, but the skin was
soft and spongy under my fingers.

I ran my hand up to the top and
marveled at how even softer the tip was. My fingers grazed along
the hole and noticed that it was already a bit wet, causing a
string of something sticky to attach to my fingers as I moved along
it. “Am I touching it okay?” I asked, unsure about how sensitive it
was or whether I was hurting him at all.

“
Mmm, hmmm,” was all he
said.

My attention now moved to the sac underneath that I
knew held his testicles. I remember from when we talked about it at
home school that they were very sensitive, so I was even more
gentle when I touched them. I took the whole bag in my hand,
weighing it, surprised at how heavy it seemed. My hands felt each
of his balls separately, and slowly pulled on the skin around them.
Boys were so interesting compared to girls!

I moved my head a bit closer so
that he was just inches from my face, now. I was close enough that
I could smell him. It was a musky sort of smell, very masculine. I
could feel my own body starting to tingle a little bit between the
legs, similar to how I felt when I washed myself in the shower. I
absently ground my hips into the bed as I lay on my stomach in
front of my sibling.

My hand returned to his shaft and I ran it up and
down his length again, feeling each ridge and bump until I just
couldn’t wait anymore, I had to try tasting him to see what it felt
like in my mouth. “Here goes,” I warned him.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out,
tentatively. I just touched the side of his cock, but it didn’t
really taste like anything, the contact was too brief. I tried
again, this time running along the shaft from the bottom all the
way to the top. It was a bit salty, but still no real flavor. So
this time I moved my face up to the top and opened my mouth wider,
letting the whole head of him slip between my lips. This time I
could taste something, and I suspected it was the wetness that had
been at this tip. It wasn’t bad, though, so I let my mouth continue
to move along him, swirling my tongue along his flesh. When his
hands reached down and grasped me by the hair, keeping me from
removing my mouth, I was pretty sure what I was doing was
working.

He was applying a gentle pressure, and each time I
lifted my mouth to the tip of his cock, he would slowly push down
so that I would run my lips along his shaft. I could feel each
ridge and vein in my mouth, and my lips were stretched as wide as I
could make them. I couldn’t go down the full length of him, he was
just too big, but I got as much in as I could.

Soon I felt his hands pressing and
pulling my hair a little bit faster, forcing me to pick up the
pace. The hardness between my lips was pulsating a bit, and soon I
felt it start to get even thicker as he urged me even faster. I
kept my tongue moving because he seemed to like that, and with my
mouth pushed over him as deep as I could go. I then heard him let
out a loud grunt and shove his hips forward, almost causing me to
gag as the top of his cock brushed against the back of my throat. I
started to pull up just as I felt him jerk in my mouth, and then
all of a sudden I was filled with a warm liquid. At first I thought
he peed in my mouth and I was about to yank myself away in disgust,
but then I remembered that this was the expected result. His cream,
or baby juice, was what was coming out.

I started to swallow it down, savoring it a bit on
my tongue as much as I was able. It actually didn’t taste too bad.
A little bit salty and musky, but I liked the thick consistency.
His hands continued to hold my head so that I couldn’t pull off
completely until he stopped throbbing. Once my mouth was no longer
filling with his juice, he let go and I pulled off. A little bit of
white was still oozing from the tip of his cock. It even looked
like cream.