Cape May

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We were children playing in a grownup world.

I wondered how long it would be before she wanted more. I know I wanted more, much more. We were two teenagers with hormones coursing through our veins. It was a given that the next step would come.

I did not have to wonder long.

Up to this point all we did was kiss. That's not to say that there weren't other things happening.

Obviously, I would have an erection and she would grind herself unto him mercilessly. Finally, one night, about a week after we made up, she's lying on me, pressing her self onto him when suddenly she pulls her mouth from mine.

"Bobby."

"Yeah Gabby,"

"Can I see him?"

I was surprised that she remembered my predilection for calling it 'him' from nine years ago when I woke her in the middle of the night to proudly show her my transformation into manhood.

I turned on the nightlight I had on the bedside table.

"Really, you want to see him?"

This was a joyous moment, because although I had run my hands all over her body, she was always clothed and I wanted nothing more than to feel her body with my bare hands, to feel her breasts, her legs, her ass, everything, unhindered by clothing. But I did not want to push her. If it was coming, it would have to be from her. Years of 'taking care of her' programmed me to look after her, but not to make her do something she did not want to do.

I scooted up in the bed, slipped my boxers off and her eyes opened wide as she let out a gasp. I forgot that the last time she saw it I was ten years old when mommy put a stop to our showering together. And except for that one other time, it was always soft. I had grown a bit by then and had hair now.

"Bobby, that's not the same one," as if I had switched it for another. She continued looking at it with awe and wide eyes. Suddenly, she reached out and touched it as if it was the most natural thing to do, which now that I think about it probably was.

This was the second time in her life that she touched me. The first time there was nothing sexual, just my enthusiasm to share with her what I thought was a defining moment for me. She had touched it just to shut me up and was actually quite annoyed that I woke her for such a silly thing. Now she touched it with awe and disbelief, not able to take her eyes off it, not able to remove her hand from it and acutely aware that something strange was happening between her legs because of it.

"Bobby, It's so hard." She started by rubbing her fingers on him then graduated to full on grabbing.

"Bobby how's that supposed to fit in a girl. He'll never fit."

She must have been touching me for all of 5 seconds when I felt myself about to lose control.

"Ohh Gaby, Gabeeee, oh my Go.....aahhhhhh,"

It went all over her hand, my stomach and the blanket. I didn't think her eyes could get any bigger, but they did. Now in my defense, I don't usually come that fast, but the whole experience was just too much sensory overload. Exposing myself to her and her touch was exciting, but what sent me overboard was the fact that it was she who was looking at me, she who was touching him. There was something so erotic, so taboo, so sinful about having my sister touching my dick that the mere touch of her sent me into an explosion.

We both knew at that moment that we would be doing that again.

I was not a novice with girls. While technically I was a virgin because I'd actually never gone all the way, I've had many girls and so I knew how to drive them crazy with my mouth, my tongue and hands. I was the king of foreplay, and so I showed Gaby the wonders of her body. At fifteen I awakened the woman in her and she proved to be more than I had anticipated. As with the Judo lessons in the garage, she was a quick learner in bed as well, perhaps more so. She was eager for my lessons, eager for my touch and insatiable in the frequency with which she wanted it. She proved to be greedy, wanting more and more with each passing day. She was rough, demanding and so thoroughly lovable.