Giving Mum a Hand Ch. 03

"That was different," argued Sharon with a frown, "That was for me."

"So I'm not allowed to get excited about you then?" I answered, "Is that right?"

"It wasn't how I planned it," said my sister, her eyes downcast now, "I just wanted to be perfect for you."

She moved away and seemed to be composing herself before she came back towards me.

"I want to love you but I don't know whether it's right," she said quietly.

"Hey, quit worrying," I said as I tried to calm her, "Your make-up looks good, by the way."

"Thanks bro," she answered, her smile returning, "Wondered if you'd noticed."

"You didn't need to put make-up on, you look gorgeous without it actually," I replied honestly, "Anyway it's not your face I'm interested in!"

"Creep!" she answered quickly, but I noticed that she clearly enjoyed being praised despite her words, "I'm not showing off."

"Yes you are," I replied, "With your smart clothes, your hair all lovely and your make-up."

"That's just me," she said, "I like to look good."

I just knew that she was intending to go through with our intended entertainment from the way she looked and because of the way her little nipples stood proudly and pressed eagerly through her top.

"So don't tell me that you're not showing off then," I said as she strutted around, "Cos you definitely are – you're not at work now, are you?"

"Huh, why should I want to show off?" she answered, but I spotted her quickly checking her appearance in the mirror again.

Her face, as usual, was perfection itself – her artistry with make-up all part of her job and of her usual appearance. Underneath the make-up however was an exceedingly beautiful woman who, in my opinion, needed no make-up anyway.

"Because you want to take me to bed, don't you?" I said, realising that praise wasn't getting me anywhere, "The idea really appeals to you and it's made you all horny, hasn't it?"

"Dunno..." she muttered, "Possibly."

Arguing over her looks wasn't getting me anywhere either, so it was time to either ignore her, get her to do something else, or for me to leave...and I wasn't about to do that!

"What it comes down to is that you're feeling all horny," I repeated, "Because you were looking forward to us fucking, but now I'm here you just don't want to seem too eager,"

"I am not!" she said, her voice sharp and loud, but even as she spoke I noticed her crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together.

"Oh get off, go and get yourself a drink and then sit down sis," I suggested, "Let's sit down and have a chat – a friendly one – no sex."

She turned abruptly, her swirl giving me a momentary flash of firstly her naked pussy and then the pert swell of her cute arse before disappearing into the kitchen where I could hear her rattling things around. It gave me a chance to give myself a once-over, at least mentally.

I knew that my hair was trimmed and short and that there were no fatty bulges around my middle. I was wearing an almost-new clean t-shirt and clean shorts that showed my solid and muscular if somewhat hairy legs. There was no dirt visible on my clothes nor were there any damp or visibly discoloured patches on my shorts from my easily excited cock. Quickly I stood up and looked in the mirror but found nothing amiss and no unexpected vegetable matter on my shiny clean teeth either, so I sat down again, bemused.

Sharon now reappeared with a long glass that tinkled icily and took the chair opposite me across the fireplace. I could tell from the way she walked that she was still on edge but her frostiness was entirely undone as she bent forward to place her glass on the table, then sat down abruptly, a movement that caused her skirt to get hooked up somehow and suddenly her pussy in all it's finery was revealed to me again!

"Oh fuck it!" she said quickly, then had to stand up again before she was able to unhitch her skirt and smooth it out.

In the meanwhile I'd had an uninterrupted view of her pussy, so much so that I was able to see that her lips still appeared reddened and still glistened with her juices and in that few moments I felt my cock rising and stretching out.

"Damn – quit it!" I exclaimed as I hastened to stop my penis from displaying too blatantly, "Sorry, can't help it."

Sharon sighed heavily then took a long drink from her glass before looking up at me.

"You see – we're both the same, aren't we?" she said, "We both know what we want but you're more open about it. It's just going to take a bit of extra courage on my part, then perhaps I'll be ok."

I listened and waited, feeling my cock complete his growing exercise to now stretch over my thigh.

"No problem, I'm fine and I don't want to be pushy," I said, "Anyway, let's talk about something else for a while, eh?"

I ignored my hard penis as I awaited my sister's response. She smiled in a way that made her seem even more desirable than usual and I knew that she'd soon be needing me.

"Yeah, good idea and sorry about showing off just then," she said as she pointed downwards, "I've got a little hooky thing, a sort of decorative whatsit down here in the bottom of my blouse and I'd been thinking of cutting it off but I never thought it would catch on my skirt."

"I wasn't complaining," I admitted, "Far from it."

"So I notice," she answered, "Oh well, at least you look as if you enjoyed the view!"

I could feel the way my erection still strained against the material of my shorts and knew that Sharon could see it too, knowledge that sent a warm glow to my cheeks.

"Natural response," I pleaded, "Now come on, let's get away from sex for a bit and calm down. If we can't just talk then put something on the TV – let's watch a film or something."

Sharon smiled as she relaxed, then lifted one hand with a finger raised.

"Ok – ahhh, I know," she said as she quickly stood up with one hand holding her skirt down just in case, "I know what – and it's really sexy. I've got a new DVD – one of my friends sent it over from France; you'll love it."

"Hah, I guess it's in French then," I said, "You'll have to turn the sound off and explain what they're saying."

Sharon waved my objections away and it was obvious that she'd be telling me more in due course.

"Yeah, it is in French but we don't need the sound anyway," she said as she extracted the DVD from her shelf and loaded it into the slot, "You'll easily understand the story without knowing the words. I can fill you in if needs be, I've watched it before – several times actually."

'I bet you have,' I said under my breath.

A few moments later the TV lit up and Sharon came and sat by my side, the remote control in her hand. Silence ensued as the film loaded and as Sharon skipped as much of the intro as she could, then she put the control down on the table and leaned back.

"Just watch and enjoy," she said simply and I felt the warm softness of her body as she settled beside me.

Soon the film began and as she said, it was easy to tell what was happening. The scene was set in a countryside atmosphere away from other houses, the wider scenic shot gradually panning in to four people relaxing in the sun and it was clear that they were a family. There were two children of what I guessed were late teenage, a young man and a girl who both looked somewhat bored.

The parents were in their middle ages and the woman had a piece of paper in her hand with what appeared to be a long list of items on it and they were obviously checking the list and occasionally adding to it or amending it.

The camera left them and slowly moved to the interior of the house, to meander over the furniture, to glance out of the windows, to show some ornaments and then to reach a display of family photographs. Pictures of the older couple with their parents all together; pictures of the older couple in their wedding finery then pictures of babes in their arms and of the two children growing up until the last picture that couldn't have been more than a year or so earlier. They were definitely a family and the two youngsters were brother and sister.

The camera headed outdoors again to settle over the family and for a few minutes more nothing more happened except that the camera kept panning over to the children to show their bored countenances – then eventually returned to the parents who stood up, with the man pointing to his watch, before the two parents moved from the sun-drenched patio to the nearby car.

"He says that they'll be having lunch in town," said Sharon, "They expect to be back by five."

The children rose and waved their goodbyes – then the camera moved away as the car gradually disappeared into the distance.

The camera returned to the young couple, to find them standing together, both entranced with one another before the young man lifted a hand. In an instant she grasped it, then their other hands met and then their arms interwove, their bodies met and their lips found each other.

"Yeahhhh!" breathed Sharon from beside me before she glanced up at me.

"It's ok," she added, "The film says they're both over eighteen – relax!"

As if that would ease the erotic tension!

It was very apparent that the two were brother and sister as they both looked very much alike although he was perhaps four inches taller than her. They both had blond hair, the girl's hair in a ponytail while the boy's hair was short and unkempt. They shared well tanned bodies, long sleek limbs; narrow yet friendly faces, warm lips and bright smiling dark eyes and now it appeared that they were going to share their genes too.

Their kissing became more animated as did their arms and hands and suddenly I felt my own hand gripped by my own sister's. We turned and smiled together then returned our attention to the film wherein the young couple were still meshed together, their bodies now pressed close together as well. Their hips were moving together as they dry humped each other too.

"He's going to suck her tits," said Sharon breathlessly, "Watch..."

On film his hands lifted underneath the back of her blouse and then, after a moment or two moved around to the front. The couple moved apart a bit while she undid the buttons and then she was shrugging off her blouse while his hands cupped her breasts, her bra loose and pushed up off her breasts. He lowered his face to one immaculate breast, his hand leaving it for long enough for the camera to absorb it's beauty. She looked to be about a B size, her breast firm, tanned and thrust forward, her little pink nipple visibly jutting upwards before his mouth descended upon it, hiding it from the camera.

"Ahhhhh!" breathed Sharon, her voice quivering, "Oh god, yesss!"

I felt Sharon release my hand, then her other hand found mine. She lifted my arm and rearranged it over her shoulders, then guided my hand until I was cupping her own breast over her thin top. Her nipple, even through the material, was a hard little lump against my palm and it was immediately evident that Sharon's breasts were considerably larger than those on show on screen. Sharon had also slumped somewhat so that she was now snuggled more firmly against my side.

Back on screen the couple parted slightly and stood upright, the girl's naked breasts now standing pertly and proudly exposed to the sunshine. In an instant the lad's own t-shirt was off and now they came together again to press their naked upper bodies together while their lips met once again. Lower down, the girl was now starting to explore her brother, her hand now sliding down over his arse, then drifting around towards the front of his shorts. I found that I was holding my breath as I watched her hand slowly moving to cover his penis – then I gasped as I felt my sister's hand press over mine!

"I thought you were..." I started but Sharon hushed me.

"Just let it happen and follow the film," she sighed, "It's so erotic; it makes me all hot and squirmy inside!"

An instant later and we saw the lad's hips jerk as his sister gripped his cock, her hand quickly pressing the material tightly around his engorged instrument before covering and caressing it. He was very obviously as hard as a rock just as I was and he reacted to his sister's touch like me by moving his hips to press his cock against her hand.

"You're so hard too!" Sharon breathed quietly, "Do you want me to get him out?"

I shook my head, knowing full well that with the rampant sex on screen and Sharon's hand at work on my cock I'd very soon lose control and blow off if I wasn't careful.

"Wait," I cautioned, "There's plenty of time for that."

Her hand, nevertheless, continued to hold my cock, her fingers moving slowly as she explored me through my shorts while on screen things were heating up even more. The girl's hand was now pushing the leg of his shorts upwards, then delving underneath to bring out his rigid penis.

"Look at it!" hissed Sharon as her hand tightened around my cock, "God, that looks so inviting!"

"Careful!" I advised my sister as her hand tightened and stroked my straining instrument, "Don't overdo it – watch the film."

Sharon's hand stopped moving but on screen the girl was now working on the catch of the lad's shorts and they quickly fell down. Her hands now pushed his underpants down too and left his cock standing there in all it's rampant glory. The camera advanced and explored his instrument, observing his crinkled balls, the rigid shaft, the hooded knob, and the tiny bubble of precum that adorned the tip. A moment or two later and the scene was interrupted by the girl's hand as it enveloped the penis in her tanned fingers and as she grasped him so Sharon's grip tightened on my own penis once again.

"Let me get him out," Sharon asked, her words more of a demand now but hardly surprising considering that she'd already asked nicely.

"If you want to," I answered, my mind now unable to resist her as I watched the film, "Up to you."

Even before she finished speaking I felt movement as her hand released her hold on my cock so as to undress me.

Sharon quickly undid the catch so I quickly helped by undoing my zip and soon my sister's hand was burrowing into my shorts, her hand pushing my boxers out of the way and then grasping my naked cock. Together, amid what seemed like sudden and frantic haste, we pushed my clothes off until my entire lower half was exposed, my reasonably muscular and blond hair-covered legs, my pubic bush and my balls all on show – and of course my erect penis. I wriggled down on the sofa to allow my legs to spread and my balls to hang free while Sharon's hand followed my penis.

"Don't get me too worked up please," I groaned as her hand began to stroke and squeeze me, but Sharon wasn't to be deterred.

"I want him – I want to feel him all over," she moaned as her hand pulled my foreskin back, "Ohh Chris, he's lovely!"

She was exploring me almost wildly, her fingers everywhere, stroking and squeezing me without let-up, stretching my foreskin back and urging small trickles of precum to ooze from my slit.

"He's perfect!" Sharon murmured as her hand stroked me, "This is just how I thought you'd feel!"

Briefly I tried to reach my hand down into Sharon's groin but she batted me away in her lust to excite herself with her manual enjoyment of my cock so I let her carry on and just lay back to enjoy it. The trouble was, however, that I was already coming close to exploding and it was only by concentrating on more banal things that I was managing to keep my cool, but all that was about to end.

On screen the young couple had now moved indoors and were throwing off their remaining clothes urgently – then the camera settled just as they clung together, both as naked as the day they were born. Their bodies writhed together like a pair of snakes might, their hands everywhere, their mouths locked together, their pelvises rolling and twisting as they strove to get ever closer together. That was enough but it was when the youth sank slowly to his knees that things heated up.

"He's going to kiss her pussy now!" whispered Sharon as her hand tightened around my shaft, "Watch, watch, it's so fucking sexy!"

The camera zoomed in closer and we were shown his extended tongue and her immaculately smooth pussy which already seemed to be glowing with lust and juices.

"Do you think I should shave too?" asked Sharon and as she spoke she grabbed my hand and pressed it hard into the fuzzy mound of her naked pussy.

Immediately my fingers split her lips apart, releasing her amazingly slippery scented juices all over my fingers.

"Ahhhh!" she moaned loudly and she moved my fingers quickly up and down her lips, "Oh Chris, yessss, yessss!"

It was too much for me because quite apart from Sharon's eagerness for me to explore her, her own hand was already busier on my cock and as I delved into her pussy she increased her actions on my penis, rubbing me quickly and deliciously.

"Ah Sharon – no, ahhh, no, too late!" I grunted and gasped, "I'm cumming!"

Hardly had I spoken than my cock released a powerful gush of cum that shot quickly up and over Sharon's heaving blouse-covered breasts. A second gusher drenched her short skirt and thighs, another one sprayed my own t-shirt and then a last strong jet of cum rose almost vertically before falling back onto her hand and my cock.

"Oh fuck, that was brilliant!" moaned Sharon as her slippery cum-covered hand extracted the last few dribbles of juice from me, "Wow, really beautiful!"

"I wouldn't call shooting off brilliant or necessarily beautiful!" I answered but Sharon was unrepentant.

"Well, it was to me, it almost made me cum too," she said, her eyes scanning the mess, "Uhhh, hang on, I think we need to do some cleaning up."

She reached for the remote and paused the film, then grabbed a handful of tissues from a boxful on the table and began trying to remove my spunk from her blouse and elsewhere. While she was doing that I stripped off my few clothes and sat back down.

"Waste of time cleaning up – might just as well take everything off," she said, "I'll put this lot in the washing machine."

I'd managed to clean up my own body but Sharon had received far more than I had and disrobing was the only logical solution.

It only took a moment for her to remove her clothes and now she stood there, as naked as the girl on the screen and, to me, ten times as pretty. The light was shining in from a window and illuminating her amazing breasts perfectly, so much so that I could see the vaguely liquid remnants of my cum that had soaked through her clothes and now glazed her skin. Her nipples were hard raised little protrusions that were considerably larger than I expected and which would definitely be targets for my sucking lips.

"Pheeew!" I exclaimed as I let my eyes roam over my sister's body, "Hey, aint you purty!"

Sharon did a small curtsy, an action that, as she straightened up again seemed to thrust her pussy towards me, then she smiled broadly.

"If you say so sir," she simpered, "So what would you like to do to me?"

"Same as they're doing," I answered, pointing at the television, "We've been missing the film."

On the screen the two siblings were now horizontal and already the lad was on top, thrusting his organ into her welcoming pussy quickly and energetically.

"Damn, we missed that bit didn't we," said Sharon, "That was one of the best bits too, where she opened her legs and let him sink his cock into her."

"We can always re-enact it if you like," I suggested, "Or are you still a bit reluctant?"

"Oh Chris, I was when you first got here because it's something new and special to have sex with your brother," she said as she moved and stood right in front of me, "But we've already started now, so there isn't much sense in stopping, unless you want to."

I shook my head and smiled.