Another check of his watch told him that he had only a few seconds left; rather than quibble and get things off on the wrong foot, he simply announced the time again and told Dawn she could get dressed again. Though she was visibly surprised that he hadn't insisted on the full three minutes, she didn't hesitate to start getting her clothes off his bed and get dressed again. As she did, she unwittingly gave Jeremy a little show that MORE than made up for those few seconds. When she was ready to leave, she managed to sound resigned to her fate when she asked him "Okay, Jeremy: when's the next time?"

For his part, Jeremy managed to look and sound calm when he told her "Remember that I said I liked ALL of what I saw; so why don't you let me know when you want to… go again."

Dawn was considerably relieved when Jeremy found a relatively nice way of saying he wanted to wait until he could watch her rub herself off the next time. Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded her understanding and agreement, and left, closing the door to his room behind her.

The sound of the door latching had barely faded before Jeremy was standing up and fighting to get his erect cock out from the confines of his jeans and undershorts. And it WAS a fight, since the damned thing seemed to be made of steel and twice as long as he could remember it being; it didn't seem like he was ever going to be able to get it free!

Once he had it out, though, he didn't turn loose of it; it wasn't but a couple of seconds before his hand was sliding up and down the shaft, rolling his foreskin over the crown as he quickly and easily moved himself toward release while his mind was filled with the image of his sister as she'd stood nude in front of him.