CHAPTER SIX
Sometime around midnight I awoke with a gnawing deep in my stomach. I carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb Sam. I grabbed a robe and quietly went out to the kitchen.
I had just finished laying out the makings for a Dagwood sandwich when Sam appeared in the doorway.
"I wondered where you disappeared to. Got hungry, huh? While you are at it you can make a small one for me, I'm kind of hungry too."
"All that fantastic loving we have been enjoying has really increased my appetite."
After I had made our sandwiches I poured each of us a large glass of milk and we sat down to eat.
Around one mouthful I asked Samantha where she learned to be such a marvelous lover.
"I shouldn't tell you, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell."
"Come on, what can it hurt?"
"Alright, I tell you on one condition."
"Sure, just name it."
"I'll tell you if you promise to tell me who taught you."
"I don't have any problem with that. Okay, I promise."
"It was my brother, Frank, that was the first to introduce me to the joys of love making. I used to fight him like crazy at first, but after the first couple of times I got to really enjoy it. Frankie would wait until he and I were going to be alone for a while. Then he would coax me into taking off my clothes and he would play with me. It got to the point that I never objected when he stuck his hand into my blouse to feel my breasts or reached under my skirt to pet my pussy."
"Do you remember the first time he made love to you?" I asked her.
"Certainly, it's one of my most favorite memories."
"Would you mind telling me about it?"
"Not at all. Let's see, the actual act has been etched permanently into my mind, but the details of how we got started are a little fuzzy."
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay. It was a Sunday night, I think, and I was sitting in the family room watching TV. I can't remember where my folks and my other brothers were but I know they were not home and wouldn't be until very late."
"The weekend before Frankie fucked me for the first time I had gone out on my first date. My date had tried very hard to get me to go all the way with him, but somehow I had resisted. I think the guy's name was Mike, yeah, that's what it was, Mike Palmer. Anyway, he had been trying to get me to go out with him for months. My parents were very strict and refused to allow me to date until my eighteenth birthday. Practially everyone who knew me also knew my dating situation. Well, Wednesday was my birthday and Mike had convinced my that he should be my first date."
"We went to the drive-in. The movie was terrible but since it was my first date I didn't mind being there. A lot of other guys were surprised when they saw me out with Mike and I knew I would be getting lots of other offers."
"Sorry, baby, I keep getting side-tracked."
"Don't worry about it. Go on with your story."
"We were at the show, trying to make heads or tails out of the plot of the movie, with little success. Mike got me to drink some beer and started kissing me. I guess I got a little drunk. Before I knew what had happened my blouse was unbuttoned and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. Mike was sucking on my tits and his hands were rubbing my pussy through my panties. As wonderful as it felt I told him to stop or I would scream."
"I finally convinced him to quit feeling me up and demanded that he take me home, which he did."
"Throughout the next week I thought I was going to go crazy. All I could think about was how good Mike's hands and mouth had felt. Every chance I got I would explore my body with my fingers. Sex was constantly on my mind. I tried cold showers at first. But being naked in a cold shower just made things worse. As soon as I stepped out of the icy spray, my thoughts would turn to sex again. And there I'd be naked, my body inviting my fingers to touch. And touch I would. Touch until I would lean against the sink and cry out in an agony of an empty orgasm. It wasn't enough."
"At night I would toss and turn before giving in to the cravings of my body. I even tried wearing gloves when I went to bed but soon after laying down the gloves would be gone and I would be frantically trying to quench the fire in my pussy."
"That Saturday night I tried to keep myself busy. I braided my hair and painted my nails. Whenever I started to think about sex I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans so I wouldn't be tempted to touch myself. But the denims were so tight they kept creeping up between my pussy lips. The soft friction of my silk panties didn't help much either."
"I was slouched down in a chair trying to watch some dumb program on TV when Frankie came home early from an date. He went into the kitchen and I heard him pop the top on a can of beer and rummage around for something to eat. When he came back he dropped onto the sofa and stared straight ahead."
"`Anything wrong?' I asked."
"`Just a lousy date, that's all,' he answered, sipping his beer.'"
"`Lousy?'"
"`Yeah. Susan Stillson. Damn it.'"
"`Susan is really pretty. Lots of guys are trying to date her.'"
"`Well, they can have her.' Frankie went on sipping his beer. He had on a western shirt and a pair of Levis. I wondered how the girls could resist him. If he wasn't my brother I would have probably been wild about him."
"I tried to concentrate on the television, but his comments had sparked my curiosity. It was rumored that Susan was really wild in bed."
"`What happened?' I asked, pretending not to be interested."
"`Oh, nothing much. She didn't want to do it in a car. In fact she really didn't want to do it at all.' He reached into his pocket and tossed something on the coffee table. `Then there was this.'"
"It took my a moment or two to focus on the object. It was white and cylindrical with a little string dangling from it. With a shock, I realized that it was a Tampax."
"`She. . . she you t-t-take that out?'"
"`Oh, I don't know if she let me or not. But I took it out anyway.' He took a big swallow of beer. `I really wanted to put something in it's place but. . . '"
"`Frankie, you're terrible.' I was blushing. But something else was happening between my thighs. I wiggled in the chair, trying not to act obvious. `Sometimes a girl doesn't feel like doing it during her period. You can't blame Susan for that.'"
"`She missed something good,' he leered. I had the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. He was giving me a lusty look of want. It was unmistakable. I changed my position again, pulling a bare heel up against my crotch. But it only made things worse. Inside my panties, my pussy had been stretched open and the juices were leaking out. He smiled as if he knew exactly what was going on. I squirmed again, trying to think about something else."
"`Would you get me a beer, too? The folks won't know.'"
"Frank returned from the kitchen with a frosty can and opened it for me. He stood there next to my chair and watched me take the first sip before going back to the couch to sit down."
"`Since you turned sixteen, you sure ask a lot of questions.' he said, smiling again."
"`Well, a girl has to know what to expect.'"
"`I can show you that.'"
"`I'll just bet you would love to. No thanks. You're my brother, remember.' I turned back to the TV and pretended to watch the program. Frank leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The program got dumber and dumber but I tried hard to watch it. I wanted to run upstairs, rip off my jeans and take care of business. But I was determined to make it through one night without fingering myself to an frustrating self-inflicted orgasm. A snore coming from the sofa told me that Frankie had dozed off. The program had really gotten dumb. I couldn't follow the story line at all.
"`Oh, God, help me.' I breathed, looking at Frankie again making sure he was still asleep. Then I unbuttoned the front of my jeans. Three buttons gave me the room I needed. I slid a hand into the front of my panties. The clingy silk was plastered to my pussy lips. I peeled it away gingerly and stretched it to one side. Then I pressed a finger to the hot, plump lips. They parted with a wet snick and my finger searched out and found the hot nub of my clit. The little bump of sensitive flesh was already bulging from it's hood. It rose against my touch as I began breathing in long, even gasps."
"The pressure of my finger caused more juice to flow. My hips began a slow up and down movement. My clothing was restricting my movements. I was used to bringing myself off while experiencing the freedom of complete nakedness."
"Slowly pulling my fingers from my panties, I got up and went to the downstairs bedroom. The blanket at the foot of the bed was perfect for my needs. I draped it over my arm and returned to the family room. Frankie was still snoring as I stripped off my blouse and jeans. Sinking back into the soft cushions I pulled the blanket up to my neck. My nearly naked body was entirely hidden from view."
"`Oh. That's much better!' I whispered to myself. My fingers went eagerly to my pussy again, pulling the crotch-band aside and dug deep into the slippery folds. I was sitting tailor fashion, my slit stretched wide. I massaged my clit with my thumb as I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me."
"I closed my eyes completely and let my head lay back. The television rattled on, but I wasn't listening anymore. I was dreaming of so many nice things. A field full of cocks growing upwards. I was dressed only in a filmy gown as I pranced through them. They beat against my ankles, touched my calves. Then, on an especially big one, I squatted down. The head of it brushed my pussy open and I bent further, letting it skewer me. throwing my head up to the sun I bounced up and down on the imaginary prick until I cried out in the throes of orgasm."
"Back to reality and the family room, I felt myself teetering exquisitely close to the final release. And then the blanket was suddenly stripped away from my body. My eyes flew open and saw Frankie standing in front of me. He was standing there in his cowboy shirt and nothing else, his big cock throbbing up and down."
"`Frankie! What are you doing?'"
"`I was going to ask you the same question,' he said, falling to his knees before me. I tried to push him away but my muscles were to weak from the things I had been doing to myself. Frank shoved me back and ripped off my panties."
