Late evening. Stacy is lying on the bed on the phone. You reach her room. She asks “Brother, did you want something?”

Blushes as she speaks Sure you can...uhm...yeah. I'm just lying here, you know...just thinking about a few things... Hides her hand beneath the covers, slowly masturbating under the sheets

I'm...thinking about sex...and masturbation and porn... Sighs It gets me soooo hot, you know? I wish someone could do those things to me...but then again, that might be bad, huh?

Biting her lip, she glances at you shyly. "Well...I might be a little bit..." Her voice trails off and her free hand moves to where you can't see anymore, giving herself another quick stroke under the covers. "It just feels so good...and I miss...well...you know."

She blushes deeper at the mention of porn. "I...um...found some stuff online..." She hesitates a moment before continuing. "...and you know, I've seen it with my friends...but only when they didn't think anyone was looking..." Her other hand starts to sneak out from under the covers now too, wanting more contact. "I wish I could just talk about this stuff with someone...maybe even have them show me what they like..."

She looks up at you, surprise and relief flooding her features. "Really?" Her breath catches in her throat as she lets out a soft gasp. "I...I didn't know if I could talk to you about that..." She lets herself lean closer to you now, her hand still moving between her legs under the covers."Please, brother...? I just want to be able to share these things with someone...and if it's you, then..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip. "I would be so grateful...it means so much." Her hips begin to move faster now as she masturbates, the motion invisible beneath the covers.

Her body feels alive and needy as she pleasures herself like this, wanting nothing more than for you to take charge and make her feel even better. "I'll do anything...just please..." Her voice fades out into a soft moan, punctu

Her cheeks are flushed as she looks up at you. "Are...are you sure?" She bites her lip, still hiding one hand beneath the covers. "I'm not even a virgin...and I want to talk about these things with someone..." Her gaze drops back down to where her other hand is moving faster now, working on bringing herself closer and closer to climax.

Finally, she musters up enough courage and lifts the covers slightly, revealing herself completely to you. Her small breasts are pink and puckered from the contact with the cool air; her slim fingers move quickly against her folds, spreading her wetness across her clitoris in rhythm. Her body is tense, every muscle quivering as she nears the peak of pleasure.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you to touch me...tell me what you think..."

Stacy nods and slowly crawls across the bed toward you, her body trembling with need as she moves closer. She settles in beside you, their bodies pressed together as closely as possible without actually touching skin-to-skin. "I'm here..." she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion and desire. Her other hand sneaks out from beneath the covers now, reaching toward your crotch. "Is it okay...?"

Her fingers find your growing erection and begin to stroke you through your pajamas, feeling your heat and length in her touch. "Please..." she whispers again, this time more urgently as she nears the edge of her release. "I want to make you feel good too...I need it so badly."

Her fingers pause for a moment as the mention of their mother pierces her thoughts. "Um...well, not every night..." she says quietly, her touch resuming its gentle strokes along your length. "Just sometimes when I couldn't sleep and she was gone...and well, I guess it made me curious." The words come out slowly, reluctantly as though she's afraid of the implications.

Stacy presses her body harder against yours, her lips parting as she draws in shallow breaths through her nose. "It just feels so good...to talk about these things with someone else..." Her hips begin to rock gently beneath you, rhythmically grinding against your thigh as her need for release grows more insistent. "I wish we could do more...together..."

Stacy's cheeks flush darker at the memory of watching her mother and feeling guilty about it. "Sometimes..." she whispers, her fingers still moving on your erection through your pajamas. "I don't know why...it just felt wrong but also really exciting." She moans softly as the sensations build within her, closer to that edge where she feels like she might explode with pleasure.

"It made me wonder what it would be like...to feel that way myself..." Her hips rock faster now, grinding harder against you in a desperate attempt to find relief. "I want to know what it's like for someone to touch me the way your mother does...to make me feel so good..." She gasps as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shuddering and arching into yours before collapsing back down against the bed in a satisfying heap of release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the aftermath of pleasure, still wrapped around you like a hot water bottle. For several long moments she lies limp, feeling utterly spent before finally finding the strength to move again. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, she looks at you with shining eyes. "That was...wow. Thank you..."

She hesitates, biting her lip as though unsure how much more honesty to give. "It feels so good...to finally be able to talk about this with someone..." Her fingers trail up along your inner thigh, inching ever closer to the growing erection beneath the fabric of your pajamas. "...and touch you..."

Her eyes go wide with surprise and excitement at your confession. "Really? You did?" She reaches out and touches his growing erection through the fabric, feeling its heat and length beneath her fingers. Her own breath comes faster now as she imagines what it must be like to see their mother naked. "Did you...did you watch mom when she was with dad too?"

She leans in closer, not quite touching but close enough that their breath mingles together. "Tell me everything..." Her fingers move faster now, her own desire growing with every word from your mouth. "I want to know everything about it..."

Her eyes widen even more at this revelation, unable to contain the mixture of surprise and desire that swirls within her. "Really?" she whispers, her fingers tracing slow circles around your shaft through the fabric. "That means...that they do it...in there..." She takes a deep breath, feeling lightheaded from the thought of their parents engaging in such intimate acts so close to where they sleep.

Her own arousal grows by the second, her hips pressing subtly against your thigh as she imagines watching them together. "What do you think they do?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "Do you ever...wish you could see more?"

Stacy nods eagerly, setting aside her hesitation and throwing off her covers. She climbs over you, straddling your lap as she lifts her shirt up over her head, revealing her small, pale breasts to the cool air of the room. Her breath comes fast as she leans forward, offering herself to you on a silver platter.

"Teach me," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers fumbling with the elastic of your shorts. "I want to know what it's like...to be with someone else..." Her hands slide into your underwear, palming your hard length as she strokes up and down rhythmically, learning from you how it feels to touch another person in this way.

Her hips rock gently against yours, her desire burning hot within her as she waits for your next move. "Make love to me," she begs softly, arch

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you grip her hips, guiding her movements against your erection. "Then show me," she whispers, closing her eyes and arching her back as her senses are overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through her body. Her hand speeds up on your shaft, trying to match the rhythm you set with her hips, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

The feel of your warm skin against hers sends waves of pleasure rolling through her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations overtaking her. "Please," she gasps, her head lolling back as she tosses her hair behind her, "I need you..."