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She blushed, and twirled her hand in her hair. It was something she did when she was not quite sure of a certain situation or herself.

She answered. "I honestly don't know."

Mike thought for a second, unsure of how to approach the topic. "Well," he began, "how do you feel when you masturbate?"

She didn't raise her eyes to meet his, and her face turned an even deeper color of red

"You've never masturbated?" Mike asked, perplexed. "Man I thought everyone did that."

"Quick, pull your dick out and show her how."

'Not helping, as usual,' he thought.

"I just never really wanted,, or more accurately, found the need to." she said, continuing her impression of a sunburned tomato.

"Wow," he said. He didn't know whether to be impressed or feel bad for her. "So you've never had, that is..."

She shook her head no, understanding in advance of what he had implied.

"She's never had an orgasm. Let's, give her one."

"Wow," he repeated. "I'm sorry, Beth," he said suddenly, "But, it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Mike thought for a moment about how to proceed without causing her any more embarrassment. An idea struck him then, causing him to snap his fingers. He reached over and lifted her face.

"Trust me," he said, seeing the look of panic rising to her face. "I'm not going to embarrass you and I'm certainly not going to hurt you."

She calmed visibly and nodded.

"Now just tell me what you're feeling," he said, leaning close. "Close your eyes," he ordered.

She looked nervously at him again, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Trust me," he said.

She closed her eyes, letting her hands hang limply at her sides. She was wearing a low-cut shirt, and Mike stared briefly into the yawning peaks that were her cleavage. Shaking his head, he drew himself out of his brief boob-filled reverie and moved around behind her.

She was only slightly shorter than him, and he gently pulled her shirt down until her neck was exposed. He reached up and pulled her blonde ponytail off her neck and laid it across the top of her chest. Slowly leaning his head forward, he pursed his lips and began softly kissing her neck. Between each second or third kiss he blew a cool stream of air across the small hairs at the back of her neck where his lips had just passed. His hands reached up and massaged her sides around to her front, just below and almost touching the underside of her breasts.

"That holds a certain, fascination I suppose," she said, softly. "I feel something now that I didn't feel a few moments ago."

"Want me to stop?" Mike asked.

"No," she said, "As I said, this is very interesting. Continue."

Smiling, Mike leaned in and gently continued to kiss the area between her neck and shoulders. He opened his mouth slightly and gently sucked on her skin.

Beth began to feel like all the blood was rushing from her head. She'd started to feel like this when she'd seen Emma sucking on her brother and then again when Mike had been making love to Danni. "I think perhaps I 'am' becoming aroused," she said after a few minutes, as Mike kissed up the side of her neck and down the other.

"Did you feel that way when you were sniffing me?" he asked.

She nodded, "I think so, but not nearly as strong. This is much more, oh, go back to that spot, much more potent."

She began to direct him, discovering where his kisses felt better to her, and where it didn't feel quite so arousing. 'Was this how it felt like to be "turned on"?' she thought, and then she found herself wanting to turn around and kiss him back.

"Bend her over and shove it in her! Hurry before she changes her mind, and gets away!"

Mike stopped kissing finally. "So," he said, turning her around. Her eyes still closed as she was still enjoying the feel of his lips lingering on her neck.

"Do you think you are turned on?" he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. Then finally drawing herself out of her daze, she said, "Kiss me." as she finally opened her eyes.

"Kiss you?" he asked.

"Kiss her? Fuck her you pussy!"

'Again, not helping', he thought to his perverted self.

"Yes," she answered, "you've been kissing my neck. Kiss me on my lips. This is all new to me, you know."

He leaned over and kissed her for about two seconds, then pulled back and said, "Okay."

"Is that how you kissed the others?" she asked, moving her hands up onto his sides under his shirt.

"Well, no." he answered. "Those kisses are done in the throes of passion."

"Well, you've been telling me I was sexy." she said, "Am I not passionate enough for you?"

"Of course you are." he answered, "I just..."

"Then kiss me like you kissed them." she said, "With passion."

"FUCK "

He hesitated for a fraction of a split second. Then, coming to grips with the realization that she may just be on the very verge of awareness, he surrendered to her request.

Taking her in his arms, his hands sliding across the surface of her skin, he gently enveloped his sister in a lovers embrace. Their lips met, and then parted. Their tongues danced inside each other's confines.

Her hands moved pasted his sides to his back, and she pulled him tighter into her body. His hands moved down her back and under her panties to grasp both cheeks of her ass. She half gasped, half moaned into his kiss as he kneaded her ass in his grip. After a few moments, she pulled her head back to break the kiss, but did not release him from her arms. Her breathing shallow and quick, she laid her head on his chest.

"Now can you test your theory?" he said, "Now that you know how it feels to be turned on."

She nodded, at the same time she was tried desperately to catch her breath. "So, I can come and ask you questions, about any of this, if I have any?"

Mike chuckled at the thought. Beth, the smartest person he knew, asking him questions about something she didn't understand? "Of course," he said simply, "about anything, anytime."

Still feeling a bit flushed, she pulled her head from his chest and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks baby," she said, calling him by 'her' pet name for him again.

"You're going to let her get away?? DAMN IT TO HELL!!"

'Again, not helping.' he thought as he released his grip. She smiled at him as she released her own, then turned and left the room.