Shhh... They Will Hear Us

Chapter 7

As I gave my order to the disembodied voice at the other end of the line my eyes followed hers to the TV where the first really hot scene was unfolding. Gretta turned the volume up. The "brother and sister" were sitting in their parent's den dressed in much the same attire as Gretta and I presently sported talking about a disastrous double date they had just returned from.

Speaking to her brother, the sister compared kissing her date with doing mouth to mouth necessitation on a dead fish. "I don't think he even brushed his teeth" she was saying "plus he was a lousy kisser." The brother mused to himself, "Gee, I wonder what Carla thought of me?"

"Kissing, you mean?"

"Yeah, I wonder if Carla thought I was a lousy kisser too?"

"I'm sure she didn't, but still…"

"What?"

"I'd have to give you a try to be sure."

"Us kissing?"

"Why not, I could give you a girl's opinion and…you could give me a boy's."

"I don't know…but I guess…"

"It's not like we're talking about f*****g here" his sister said scooting over on the couch so she was sitting next to him, "Let's give it a try and if you're a shitty kisser, I'll be the first to tell you."

"Mom and Dad….."

"Won't be home for at least another four hours, come on don't be a chickenshit."

The camera slowly moved into a close up of their faces. The sister tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes and her brother slowly moved his face closer to hers until their lips were nearly touching. I heard Gretta say under her breath, "Watch out David, here comes the mushy part," but my eyes were glued to the screen as their lips touched and they kissed, gingerly at first but then more passionately. They kissed for thirty seconds or so and then broke apart. The brother said "Well?"

With a flash of mischief in her eyes, the sister replied breathlessly, "I really don't know, I think we'd better try again." They did, this time without hesitation or indecision. Their real passion became more and more apparent as the kiss went on.

While they were kissing, the camera panned out showing both of them on the couch. As we watched, the brothers growing erection was becoming more and more apparent as the kiss continued and their hands started to explore each other's necks, shoulders and arms.

Finally when his hand strayed down to her breast gently weighing it and cupping it, his sister, after letting him touch her there for nearly a minute, gently removed it. She twined her fingers in his for a second and then placed his hand back in his lap. I might add, this gave her a chance to come into contact with his erection without being too obvious about it. They broke apart and faced each other breathlessly.

The sister was flushed and unlike Gretta her breasts were larger and tight against the silky pajama top she was wearing. Her n*****s were clearly showing and her brother's erection was making a absurdly gigantic tent in his pajama bottoms.

"I think you'll do but I hope you were more of a gentleman with Carla then you were with me."

"I'm sorry" her brother stammered, I'm afraid I got a little carried away."

"You're darn right you did" his sister said with a sparkle in her eye "and if one of us gets to sample the merchandise, don't you think it's only fair the other gets to as well?"

"I guess so", her brother replied, looking a bit puzzled.

I glanced over at Gretta who was watching the scene with rapt attention, her legs primly together, leaning back. Her face was slightly flushed and her breathing was irregular. Her shirt had pulled taunt enough against her body that I could see the shape of her breasts as well as erect n*****s against the material. I noticed that she was unconsciously pulling lightly back and forth on the hem of the shirt, which caused it to scrape against her n*****s, creating friction and apparently sensation.

Seeing her obvious excitement titillated me. Even though she didn't acknowledge me, keeping her eyes glued to the erotic images playing before us, she knew I was looking. A familiar heat began to burn in me and I felt my c**k, which had already been semi erect stiffen as it began to seriously stretch the material of my underwear. It was like an old man trying to straighten up under a heavy load. The material kept it bent over, but the tent was impressive nevertheless as it strained against the fabric.

This time I didn't try to conceal my excitement. I leaned back on the couch, which made the tent in my underpants even more prominent. I turned my attention back to the story confident that Gretta would be stealing glances at me, just as I was with her.

On the screen the sister had placed her hand on the tent jutting up from her brother's lap and was gently stroking it through the material. "How does that feel?" she was asking.

"It feels really nice" her brother whispered in a slightly choked voice. His sister leaned forward and whispered something in his ear and he shook his head. She continued to stroke him and then in an imploring voice, "Please, just for a minute?"

When he gave no reply, she looked up at him and whispered, "I'll let you do it too."

"OK, but just for a minute"

I suddenly felt Gretta's eyes on me. I looked over and sure enough she had been staring at me instead of the TV. She blushed and looked away. Glancing down I could see why she had been looking. My erection was straining against the material and leaking fluid that stained the wet cotton. If it had been seriously stiff before, now it was monster sized standing straight up like a flagpole. Looking at it, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement that Gretta was seeing this, that we were seeing it together. I raised my eyes from my throbbing d**k and saw Gretta was looking again. This time, she didn't look away at once. She kept her eyes locked to mine and then dropped them until they reached my stiff c**k. I heard her intake of breath as she openly stared and then she returned her attention to the TV. A tiny shiver ran through me when I noticed that Gretta had started to rock back and forth in her seat a little. Her n*****s were much more prominent and now she openly tugged at the material of her shirt dragging the cotton back and forth across her breasts. I leaned back again, thrusting my pelvis forward and shivered again.