A quick note to the spelling police -- I'm English, I write with English spelling, not Americanisms. I apologise in advance if this gets your goat, but please, don't complain about it, instead ask yourself why language is such a beautiful gift, and wonder at the complexities in it. I do. Practise / practice is one example. In modern English they're interchangeable, and I'm afraid the English in me means I stick to my own country's preferred traditional spelling.
Please also read "Just Practising" to understand where this story starts. I'm sorry for the long delay between these two parts, but my partner doesn't know I contribute to Literotica so I have to wait for those rare times when I'm alone with my thoughts. I promise the next part will appear quicker!
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It was a week since Richard had had his lesson in love from his sister. He'd done his best to put into practise all he'd learnt from her, culminating in the wonderful evening he'd just spent in his girlfriend Lucy's bedroom while her parents watched TV downstairs. He'd managed to keep his cock in his underwear while she'd been left in just a skirt and T-shirt, and he knew from her reaction to his hands that he'd aroused her totally -- she'd been very wet when, after what seemed a lifetime of caressing her heavy breasts and nipples he'd finally reached up her skirt to tease her pussy lips, and just a few minutes rubbing had pushed her over the edge, her ragged breathing hoarse against his neck as she'd orgasmed on his hand. He'd realised that to get pleasure, one had to give it first, so was happy knowing that he'd laid the groundwork for more fun in future, even if he now had to wait till he got in to relieve himself, which made for a painful walk home.
Ann was at home as his key turned in the lock. She'd been waiting up, studying in part but mostly daydreaming, long since her parents had gone to bed, to see how Richard had got on. She'd dressed for bed in a button-up nightshirt and dressing gown, and was on the verge of calling it a night when she heard him.
Smiling to herself, she packed her books up as she listened to Richard make his customary late night toast snack downstairs, and, leaving her lamp on and door open, lay on the bed with some light reading, a Wilbur Smith classic, 'Sunbird'. A few minutes later Richard tiptoed toward his own bedroom door, opposite hers.
"So how was it?" Ann whispered.
Richard turned, grinning inanely. "Great, sis!" he whispered back.
Ann patted the bed next to her. "Come in. Tell me all about it."
Richard looked at her. She looked radiant, beautiful and extremely sexy, partially covered by her sheets, but still managing to have one shoulder half out of her nightshirt, her collarbone accentuating her slimness in the shadows cast by the small lamp.
He couldn't resist. They'd crossed the line a week ago, and there could be no secrets between them any more. Richard tiptoed into her room, closing the door behind him. As their rooms were the other side of the house from their parents, there was little chance of Ann & Richard disturbing them. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"What do you want to know?" He teased.
"All of it. Tell me -- where did you go, what did you do, why are you so late?"
"We went to the Duke Of York for a couple of drinks, ran into some friends, and then we left early to spend some time at Lucy's, listening to her U2 albums."
Ann rolled her eyes. Lucy was a U2 fanatic, right down to the graffiti on her pencil case. 'I love Bono' wasn't really original, she thought. "Then what?" she demanded.
"Her parents were watching TV, so we ended up in her room, and we listened to U2" replied Richard, in a non-committal voice.
Ann punched him gently in the kidneys. "You know what I mean.'
She was lying in bed, on her side, propped up on one elbow, while Richard sat in the crook formed by the curve in her body, with one hand over her balancing him as he whispered.
He replied. "Well, we started kissing, and I remembered what you said about letting her set the pace, so we kissed for a while." As he spoke, Richard leant over Ann, letting his lips graze hers lightly. As he'd half hoped, she responded, parting her lips as she sought his too, and he let his tongue remain touching hers for just a moment before leaning back a little. She could taste brown bread and peanut butter. He could see the gentle rounding of the top of one breast, the milky white skin contrasting the blue of her nightshirt, and felt his cock harden further, if that were possible.
"I held back for as long as felt I could, but I had to take it to the next level, so I went to feel her breasts. I was a bit surprised when she told me to stop because she needed the toilet."
Ann was surprised too -- it sounded as though Richard had gone in text-book style so far, and she wondered why Lucy had left him hanging. Her question was immediately answered.
