I glanced at Jessica sitting at the picnic table, her face turned up to the sun. Then I looked back at Janey. Her face was completely without embarrassment, eyes wide and curious.

"You really want me to, don't you?"

"Oh, please, Ross! I'm just about to die from wanting to see how it works."

Again I felt the needle of guilt and the shame that went along with it if anybody knew what was going on in my mind. But the trouble was, I actually wanted to feel my sister's hands on my cock. I wanted to feel it there so badly that already I was unbuttoning my fly.

"Your hands are shaking," she said, pulling the end of a braid around and sucking it between her pretty lips.

"After you see it, will you leave me alone?"

"After I touch it, I will."

Somehow I'd known that's what she'd say. My cock burst up out of the tangle of my Jockey shorts all blue and swollen, around the head. Janey's lips formed an O of surprise and she gingerly pushed her hand close. I saw her swallow hard as her fingers curled around the prickshaft.

"Jesus, it's hot!"

I swallowed hard myself. "Yeah. I guess it is."

Janey squeezed my dick in an amateurish way and moved the tight circle of her fingers up against the flared ridge of my knob. "How does a boy make himself come?" she asked.

"For Christ sake, Janey…"

"Aw, my gosh! I know guys do it all the time. Girls can do it, too, you know."

"It's not that. It's… uhhh…" I couldn't think straight, couldn't even talk with Janey's hand touching my prick like that.

"Would you like it if I made you come now?"

"Yes… I mean, no! Damn it, Janey, we can't be messing around like this with Jessica over there and cars coming in and out. Anyway, we shouldn't be doing this." I rubbed a hand over my face and tried to get my thoughts together.

"Do you just squeeze it a lot or move it up and down or what?"