His face was getting pink and she knew that she was embarrassing him; instead of deterring her, that simply made her more determined to get at him and as quickly as possible.
“You know what I mean,” she said. “Boys jerk off a lot and I know it and so do you. I just wanted you to tell me about it. Maybe let me watch you do it.”
Joey's handsome face turned brick red; he looked down at the carpet while squirming around in his chair, unable to sit still.
“Aw, sis,” he said, “you don't want to know about that kind of stuff and I don't do things like that anyway.”
“I know you do it, Joey,” she said. She looked right into his eyes and it delighted her when she could see him squirm. “One afternoon I peeked through the keyhole and I could almost see what you were doing. And, you know what you were doing. So, don't lie. I just thought that we could have some fun. I get so damned bored all the time.”
He was looking at the floor and didn't answer. Yet he didn't get up to leave her room either. A big surge of confidence swept through her; she moved over to stand close to him, got out her pack of cigarettes, lit one and gave it to him. He looked up at her with a startled gaze and she laughed at him.
“Don't be just a little boy, Joey,” she said softly. “We could have lots of fun.”
“You're my sister,” he said. It was only a mild objection and she laughed at him, softly, seductively.
“It won't bother me, if it doesn't bother you. Just think of all the fun we could have. And, I am a girl. Don't you think I am pretty?”
He smiled at her then. “Golly, yes,” he said. “You are really beautiful. All the guys at school say that about you. So many of them want to go steady with you.”
“I don't give a damn about them,” April said. “But, I do like you. Now, how about it, you want to play or not?”
His face was flushed and he was trembling as he looked up at her. She knew that she had won, but she was as uncertain of the next move as he was.
“I don't know what to do,” he said.
She sat down on the carpeting in front of him, reached for his fly and while he sat and shivered, got it opened. Then she had his immense rod in her fingers. She was shaking too and, as she stared at the deep red knob of his cock, began licking her lips; her mouth was suddenly dry and stiff. She wrapped her hand around his cock and moved her hand up and down; he was groaning and shifting around on his chair. He put his hands on her arm and tried to stop her. She refused to be stopped and then her eyes widened and she stared as his cock erupted his juices all over his shirt and his chin— then he was helping her to finish him properly. His hand grasped hers and their fists became a blur as he labored frantically to ease the torments in his loins.
When it was over for him, she got up and started for the bathroom to get a washcloth or a sponge. Joey began to adjust his clothing and she discovered something quite useful about Joey right then and there.
“You stay right there,” she said. “And, don't you touch anything. You hear me?”
He nodded his head and she could see that he would be obedient; if she told him to hang by his thumbs until dead, he would do it. Joey was that kind of a boy.
When she returned with the washcloth, he was sitting as she had left him. She took great care when she washed his still erect organ. She tried to do something about the goo that had splashed his shirt but there was little that she could do. She wiped his chin and his face and then she stood up. She could feel the wetness in her own crotch: she had come splendidly while jerking him off and she had not had to touch her own flesh. She grinned at him and she could see that he was a bit more relaxed and she was glad of that.
“Take your clothes off, Joey,” she said. “That way I can get at you better and I will put your shirt in the wash.”
He was nervous and hesitant, but she insisted.
“We have lots of time, Joey,” she said. “Glory won't get home yet for hours and Artie is at the base with Ernie, so we have the house to ourselves.”
He looked silly sitting in the chair with his fly open and his cock sticking straight up in the air. She reached for it and her fingers curled around it lovingly and she gave him her slow, sexy smile. He was practically melting for her then.
She took her hand away and he stood up. She suggested that he go into his own room to undress and she followed him. She took his clothing from him as he gave it to her and when he was down to his shorts, she demanded them, too. He took them off and she went close so that she could handle his balls and his cock and it was all new and thrilling to her and she could feel the quick, clenching climaxes in her loins. She liked that very much.
There was something especially thrilling and sexually stimulating in the way he stood and let her handle him as much as she wanted to. She could not resist the urge to bend down and kiss the tip of his organ and when she did that, she tasted the fluid that was welling from the tiny opening. It was a taste that she liked and she recalled how her girlfriend had said that a girl could enjoy sucking a boy's cock and lots of girls got hung up on it and a steady diet of semen could clear up acne, make the boobs grow prettily and give a girl a bright, cheerful outlook on life. She was determined that Joey was going to do all of those things for her.
The way Joey groaned and pranced around while she handled him suggested that Joey would be eager to delight her in any way that she could think up. She could feel her own sexual organs in action and she was filled with all kinds of new and delightful thrills. She looked at Joey and her smile was a bit lopsided and her whole face felt like it was falling apart on her.
“We can't fuck,” she said, “but we can do lots of other things. You do want to, don't you, Joey?”
She was fondling his balls with one hand while jerking him up and down with the other so it was not at all surprising that Joey nodded his head eagerly.
April laughed at the way he shook and shivered when she slid her mouth down over his inflamed cock. She began using her tongue back and forth and he erupted, flooding her mouth with his syrup. She was shaking and squirming, too, as the orgasm in him produced a similar reaction in her. She swallowed his sap, her whole body thrilling and tingling with fierce, sensual ecstasies as the fruits of his loins slid down her throat. She was feral, an animal in bristling, avid heat, suddenly starving for a new and wonderful type of food.
She hurt him, she knew, but he did not complain. It seemed to her that he experienced a very special sort of anguish that preceded orgasm, and the more she hurt him with her clinging, sucking mouth, the more he expelled.
There were many little tricks and delicate nuances of skill and artistry she would learn, but that initial sexual experimentation was hectic.
He was frightened and, once the initial surges of sexual excitement wore off, began to worry and squirm; she had to keep reassuring him that their parents were too busy with their own pursuits at the moment to come home and walk in on them.
When she locked the front door with the heavy bolt lock he relaxed and was very willing to play games with her right there and then.