Two Fridays

This story continues on directly after my previous story, Two Fridays – Part 1.

In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part about wanking myself was certainly true, but what about the rest? I showered and put on fresh clothes for the day, and a short time later, Tina came to join me at breakfast, straight from her bed, and wearing her nightie and brunch coat.

Although as usual, we talked and chattered over breakfast, Tina said nothing about last night, which suggested to me that maybe I just dreamt it, but it all seemed so real. Then, if it was real, and Tina showed no sign it ever happened, that probably meant she was ashamed, and it certainly meant it wasn't going to happen again. I thought it was best not to bring the subject up, unless Tina did it first.

I noticed that, straight after breakfast, and before she even had a shower, Tina stripped her bed and took her sheets to the laundry, putting them straight in the washing machine, but even that wasn't unusual for her. Our mother was still having her Saturday morning sleep-in, and as Tina walked from the laundry, our eyes met, but she said nothing out of the ordinary.

The entire weekend went by, with no hint of anything from Tina, but a couple of times when her door was shut, I had to wonder if she was in there, touching herself like she had done for me, pleasuring herself the way she had done on Friday night, and my throat would go dry, and that familiar need to take matters in hand would make itself known. I masturbated twice that Sunday without using a porn magazine for inspiration, just re-running the events of Friday night in my head.

Monday, of course, was a school day for Tina, and I had lectures at the local TAFE college, and we caught the same bus home as usual, but when we got off I saw her walking with Katy in the direction of Katy's house. I went home and changed into some shorts and a casual shirt, did a little half-hearted work on my TAFE course, and then watched some TV.

Tina came in the back door, about an hour after I got home, still in her school uniform, and as soon as she walked into the family room, she said, "Look at this." She reached into her school backpack, took out a DVD case, and handed it to me. I could see straight away it was a porn movie, and the title on the front was

Heatwave at Station 69.

There was a picture on the front, of a busty, bare-breasted blonde girl, wearing an open fireman's jacket over stockings, suspenders and white lace panties, and holding the metal end of a firehose, the way a girl would hold a man's cock when she was giving him a hand job. I turned it over and on the back there were some stills from the movie, and it said,

Things heat up all over when a charm school for young ladies opens up next door to a Louisiana fire station. Polish your helmet and you can come, too. Let's all go for a ride-along with these good old boys and their southern belles

"Where'd you get that?" I said, handing it back to Tina. I couldn't help smiling.

"Katy," she answered, cheerfully, "She was snooping around in her father's bedside table and found it in the drawer with some other ones. She didn't think he'd notice if she borrowed one for a few days."

"What are you gonna do with it?" I asked, chuckling.

"Watch it, Dickhead. What do you normally do with movies?" Tina smiled, "When Mum's not home, of course." She took the DVD, and went to her room, and came out a few minutes later with some jeans and a pink top on, and watched TV with me until our mother came home from work.

The week went by, and almost before I knew it, Friday night came around again. I forgot all about the porn DVD, and as usual on a Friday night, after cooking us our dinner, our mother got dolled up and left in a taxi to go and meet her unofficial boyfriend, Steve. I don't know why, but for some reason, although she had him over a few times, and he got on okay with Tina and me, she never let him stay the night, and didn't like anyone referring to him as her boyfriend. Women can be strange sometimes.

Tina was wearing a short skirt, made of white denim, and a cream coloured top, with short sleeves and a square neckline that showed some of her modest cleavage, and her hair was in its usual ponytail. We sat and watched some comedy shows on TV, and then after they ended, I looked at the TV guide, to see if there was anything worth watching. One channel had a rerun of

Dirty Dancing

, but I'd seen that at least half a dozen times, and there was nothing interesting on any of the other channels.

Tina came in from the kitchen and said, "What's on?"

"Crap," I said, "

Dirty Dancing

is on but not much else."

"Patrick Swayze's a hunk, but I've seen it so many times I can practically recite the script," Tina said, without much interest. She sat on the couch next to me, and said, "Hey, let's watch that dirty movie." She was smiling, a little mischievously.

"Okay," I smiled. I'd forgotten about it, but Tina got up and went down the hall to her room, and came back a minute later. When she bent to put the DVD in the player, I caught a glimpse of pink cotton panties under her short skirt.

She came to the couch, kicked off her sandals, and sat next to me. Like any guy my age, I had seen a few porn DVD's, but to be honest, I had never watched one right through, because I usually got so horny I had to wank myself before it was over. This one went for forty minutes, and like most dirty movies, it showed people fucking missionary style, doggy style, cowgirl, there were pussies licked, cocks sucked, even a lesbian threesome with two female firefighters, and a girl from the charm school. As usual, the flimsy plot was only there to link a series of sex scenes together, but it was a pretty arousing movie.

A few times, I looked over at Tina, and her eyes were glued to the movie, and if it was making me horny, I wondered about how it was affecting her. She had not said a word all week about last Friday night, but I still wondered about that, too. I didn't know how many dirty movies Tina had seen, but I doubt if this was her first.

During the movie, there was one scene where a fireman named Johnny Hardacre had arrived for work in his old pickup, and the principal of the charm school, a voluptuous redhead called Miss Vee, was waiting for him outside the fire station. She was wearing a big, floppy sunhat, and she said, "Mister Hardacre, I've been waitin' for you." The fireman slammed the pickup door, and strode over to her, kissing her, hot and hard on the mouth, and when they broke their kiss, Miss Vee had said, "Why don't y'all come next door for a while, Mister

Hard

-acre? I got a li'l ol' fire burnin' inside, that needs some of yo'

ex

-pert attention."

The two characters had kissed passionately, with lots of tongue, and plenty of mouth exploration, and had then gone next door, leading to a hot sex scene in Miss Vee's living quarters, where Mister Hardacre had licked Miss Vee's pussy, she had sucked his cock, and they had fucked missionary, legs over the shoulder, and then doggy style. Mister Hardacre had finished up by coming on her back, and his cock was massive. There were plenty of close-ups of the action, not just in this scene, but right through the entire move, and seeing those pussies being licked, especially in the lesbian scenes, had its effect on me.

After the movie, Tina got up as the credits rolled, and walked down the hallway towards our mother's bedroom. I was taking the DVD out of the player when she came back in the room, wearing a big, floppy sunhat that belonged to our mother, and it was very similar to the one that Miss Vee was wearing in the movie.

Tina stood at the doorway, in her short, white skirt, and cream top, with that floppy sunhat on her head, and standing in the same provocative way that Miss Vee had done in the movie, she said, "Mister Hardacre, I've been waitin' for you." She even nailed the southern accent.

I stood at the TV stand, and chuckled, and Tina said, "You be Johnny Hardacre, and I'll be Miss Vee." I stood there, looking at her, and she said, "Come on. Kiss me like he did in the movie."

I said, "Well, he slams the door, and ...," then I strode over to Tina, taking hold of her like Johnny Hardacre had taken hold of Miss Vee in the movie, and I kissed her, trying to do it like the fireman had kissed Miss Vee. Naturally, I felt a wave of excitement going through me as I kissed my sister's soft mouth, gently exploring hers with the tip of my tongue.

When we broke our kiss, Tina recited Miss Vee's next line, "Why don't y'all come next door for a while, Mister

Hard

-acre? I got a li'l ol' fire burnin' inside, that needs some of yo'

ex

-pert attention." Once again, she took off the southern accent perfectly, but when I recited Mister Hardacre's line to the best of my memory, I didn't try to do the accent myself. We kissed a little more, as per the movie, but gradually we got out of character, until we were just kissing each other's mouths for the pleasure it was giving us, holding each other close, kissing in a hot and sexual way, like lovers.

We had a break for air, and Tina moved back towards the couch, and sat down, tossing the sunhat over the back onto the floor. I sat next to her on her right, and she moved close to me, and put her right arm across my shoulders. She moistened her lips, and kissed me again, a soft and sexy kiss, but a fairly quick one. Then, with our faces close, she said, in a soft voice, "That was a sexy movie, wasn't it?"

I sighed, and said, "Yeah."

"Do you get excited when you watch movies like that?" Tina asked, still speaking softly. Her face was close enough to mine for me to feel her warm breath.

"It'd be pretty hard not to," I answered, looking in her eyes.

"I know what you mean," she said, smiling. She leaned in again, and kissed me, but I slid my arms around her and took control, holding her, and holding the kiss myself, until I was ready to break it. We kissed a little more like that, with Tina on my left, my arms around her waist, and her right arm across my shoulders, and I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Neither of us said much, but we broke off from our kissing, and Tina turned on her bottom, and leaned back on the left arm of the couch, as she had done the week before. She swung her long and shapely legs onto my lap, and shuffled her bottom so that it was now resting against my left thigh, with her own thighs across my lap. The moving and shuffling around had made her short, white skirt ride up a little, so the hem of the skirt was only just covering the crotch of her panties. I looked down at her skirt, and the sight of those lovely thighs sent that rippling, roller-coaster feeling through me, and I rested my hands on them, which was probably the most comfortable place for me to put them in, with her in that position, even though a guy doesn't normally rest his hands on his sister's thighs like that. Then again, a guy doesn't usually make out with his sister, either.

Tina looked down at her skirt, and then back up at me, with a look that was part pout, and part crooked smile. Last week, I'd had my hands all over her pussy and bottom, but I was a little hesitant this week, in case, believe it or not, I misread her. Without speaking, Tina reached down with her left hand and tugged at the hemline of her white skirt, and I caught another glimpse of her pink panties. "Last week," she said, softly, "you said you liked touching me down there. Don't you want to do it again?"

"Yeah," I answered, "but I wanted to make sure it was okay." My right hand was resting on Tina's left thigh, and she gently stroked the back of my hand, and took hers away. I moved my right hand up under her skirt, and felt her panties, and that alone gave me that wave of excitement, and with my right thumb, I very gently stroked the crotch of her panties, feeling her labia underneath. Tina smiled, a sweet, girlish smile, and she sat forward and kissed me softly on the mouth, as I gently stroked her pussy through her pants with my thumb. Her mouth felt warmer than usual, and after our kiss, she sat back against the arm of the couch, with her hands by her sides.

I used my left hand to lift Tina's white skirt, and I looked down at her panties, which had a slight camel-toe because of the shuffling around she had done on the couch. A few stray pubic hairs peeked around at the sides of her panties, where they were pulled tight by her position, and I stroked my thumb up and down her slit, where her panties were moulded to its shape. I must have brushed her clit with my thumb because she flinched, and then smiled. "Careful," she smiled, a sweet, pretty smile, "you're in moral danger, doing that."

"Maybe we both are," I said.

"Do you want to come down to my room?" Tina asked, "I think we can be more comfortable down there." I took my hands away and Tina stood up, so I did, too.

I followed Tina down the hall, watching the sway of her hips in that short, white skirt, and I felt very excited. Even though we were only fooling around, kissing, and Tina was letting me touch her pussy, I expected that, like last week, she was going to take off her panties and let me fondle her again, and the thought crossed my mind that this must be what a guy feels like when he's about to have sex.

We entered Tina's room, and she stopped, with her back to me, and I remembered that in the sex scene between Miss Vee and Johnny Hardacre, he had hugged her from behind as they entered her living quarters. I didn't know if Tina was acting out that scene again, as she had done with the sunhat, but I put my arms around her from behind, and kissed the back of her head. She pressed herself back towards me, and pulled my arms tighter around her at the front, and I smelt the shampoo smell of her hair, as I held her soft, slim, sweet body to myself.

Tina turned in my arms to face me, and kissed me again on the mouth, and said, "Do you like kissing?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling, like the answer was obvious.

"I like it, too," Tina said, "I like it best when it's soft and slow, with not too much tongue, just soft, and sexy," she smiled. The way she added that last word, "sexy," with a rising inflexion in her voice, was cute and kind of sexy itself. That was the way I liked it best myself, so I said, "Yeah, that's just the way I like it."

"Well," Tina started, "I've got nothing to compare it with, but you do it pretty well," with more of that sweet smile. She undid my hands from behind her, and walked backwards a few paces to her bed. She looked at me, and reached around to the zipper at the back of her skirt, and unzipped it, letting the skirt fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and lifted it to one side with her right foot. Tina was now standing in front of me, with just her pink panties and her cream top on, and she sat on her bed, then lay back on her pillow. She was on her back, with her head turned to the right to look at me.

I took the hint and walked over to her bed, and sat on it, and turned to my right to lean down and kiss her. She put her arms around me and we kissed like that for a moment, and Tina let go of me, so I lifted my feet onto the bed, and turned around so I was lying on my left side, while she was laying on her back. I looked down at her panties, and like last week, I gently caressed her pubic mound with the palm of my right hand, through her panties. That alone was breathtakingly exciting, and then I gently stroked up and down along her slit, with the first finger of my right hand. I noticed that her pussylips actually felt damp under the material, far wetter than I had felt before, either this week or last week.

After I had stroked her slit a few times, I wanted to experience the scent of Tina's pussy, as I had done last time, so I looked at her face, and then back at her panties, and then leant down to kiss her on her left inner thigh, right next to her pussy. Her skin there was beautifully soft and smooth, and once again, I smelt that incredibly sexy scent from her pussy.

I changed my position a little on the bed to get more comfortable, and I took hold of the waistband of Tina's panties at her hips and gently pulled. She lifted her bottom from the bed, and allowed me to pull them down, and I noticed the gusset seemed to stick to her pussy a little as I took them off her. Tina bent her legs to allow me to take her panties right off, and I dropped them on top of her skirt on the floor. The sight of her naked pussy, with it's neat triangle of pubic hair, was as exciting to me as it had been last week, and I leant down again, and kissed her in the middle of her pubic hair, gently inhaling the scent, fainter there, but still as exciting, as it was between her legs.

Tina then did something she hadn't done before. I was now kneeling on her right, leaning down to kiss her pubic hair, and she reached down with her right hand between my legs from behind, and touched my cock though my jeans. It was a very gentle touch, barely stroking me once, but she said, "You've gone very hard." Her voice was just above a whisper, and I looked to my left at her and she said, "If you can touch me, I can touch you."

"Can I touch your bottom?" I asked, and Tina turned herself over, lying on her belly. Her naked bottom put me back on that roller coaster for a moment, and she looked back to her right to see what I was doing. I stroked my finger along her butt crack again from the top down, and she smiled, but didn't say anything. I caressed her right buttock with the palm of my right hand, and left my fingers trail down along her pussy slit, and then I ran my thumb and first finger back up along the sides of her outer labia, where the hair felt a little coarser than at the front. "You're having fun, aren't you?" Tina smiled. I kissed her in the small of her back, and then again on her right buttock, then ran my hands along the backs of her thighs, once again feeling her smooth, soft skin.

After I had caressed Tina's bottom for a little longer, and rested my cheek on her buttocks, feeling the soft skin against my face, she said, still lying down, looking back at what I was doing, "Jason?"

I knelt back from her bottom, and she turned herself over, now lying on her back, looking up at me from her pillow. "Do you like girls' boobs?"

"Yeah," I answered, smiling, "Why?"

"Just wondered," Tina said, smiling back. I realised that in all the excitement of her letting me touch and fondle her pussy, I had not even tried to see or touch her breasts.

"You didn't seem to want to touch mine. I thought maybe it's because they're so small," she added.

"I, um, didn't know if you wanted me to," I stammered, but Tina said, "Would you like to touch them?"

"They're nice," I said, "but I didn't know if you wanted me to touch them."

"Sometimes, when I touch myself," Tina started, "I like to play with them with my other hand. They're sensitive." Then, she smiled at me and said, "Go on, feel my boobs."

I lay back down on my left side, and looking Tina in the eyes, I reached across with my right hand, and gently placed the palm of my hand over her left breast. That felt pretty exciting, but with her own right hand, Tina undid the two buttons on her blouse, and gently lifted my hand from her boob, and placed it inside her blouse where it was loosened with the two buttons undone. I felt her lace bra, and then I put my hand over her left breast again, on the outside of her bra, feeling the nipple harden just slightly under my touch. I had to swallow.

"Let me take my top off," Tina said, and I took my hand out of her blouse.