I won’t tell if you don’t Part 2 REVISED

THIS IS A RE-RELEASE OF “I won’t tell if you don’t tell, Part 2-Aftermath” with the addition of theme tags inadvertantly left out originally AND NO OTHER CHANGES. No one’s trying to trick anyone.


The following story picks up from the end of the edited /reposted Part 1. Thanks to everyone for the feedback for improving my writing-please continue to do so. This part of the story is more about my getting discovered and how we dealt with it, leading to our closer relationship. To get Beth’s help in writing all this, I promised to include this painful, funny, but less sexy part of the tale so we don’t seem like mindless, sex-obsessed teenage characters in low budget porno flick. Tolerate us for the moment, there is more good stuff to come. After 3 decades some dialogue had to be improvised (sorry) but it does follow all we remember thinking and feeling.

The folding door swung open and I stood face-to-face with my naked sister who’d come looking for our cat, Tinkerbell, and as such Beth was looking at the floor for a cat, taking a moment to register my presence. Her eyes started at my shoes and traveled quickly upwards past my crotch to my face, where her mouth dropped open, eyes got VERY big, and the startled shrieks began. Several short, loud ones as she danced backwards against the bed, her arms lifting up against her torso but not covering her chest. It goes to my level of depravity that as I stood there, dick in hand and sister screaming, I still registered how nice her titties looked bouncing on chest as she danced in place. Beth was so surprised and stunned she didn’t initially think to cover her “parts” and it wasn’t until I reached forward blurting “No, no, it’s just …..” that she attempted to cover her breasts while scrabbling backwards onto the bed. Beth grabbed the pillow from behind her and covered herself (mostly) as I stepped out into better light saying “….me, Mike, your brother.” in a pitifully lame attempt to calm her. Thats when recognition set in, the shrieking stopped and the fear turned to anger.

“ YOU! You creepy little (sputtering, no words), you scared the SHIT outta me”. All the joy from watching her turned to embarrassment and shame that I’d scared her so much, my erection quickly withering. “What were you DOING in there? Spying? So you could joke with your friends about how fat I am?”. Then she realized what was going on at crotch level (bunched up pants, things sticking out, etc.) and the surprise stopped her for a moment. Then it was “What the hell were you…are those my…?”. Her eyes got as big as dinner plates, and she cried “OHMYGOD EEEWWW!” as only a teenage girl can. [ By the way, the above are all exact quotes that still make me cringe even now to remember]

At that I threw the dripping panty onto the floor like I was swatting a giant poisonous spider from my genitals, and started to gibber things about the missing tape, how it was an accident, I didn’t mean to watch, and other pitiful excuses. I desperately tried to hide my no-longer privates with both hands, shielding them from incoming missiles as Beth yelled and threw things at me.

“You Creep, you (lotion bottle) Pervert, what is it, you get off laughing at (hair brush) fat girls, think their funny? (pillow)”. This last throw left her momentarily exposed giving me my first good look at her pussy since the start as her hands or a leg had usually obscured this treasure during her masturbating. Her pubes were still full and puffy,looking strange and beautiful covered in neatly trimmed blond hair cut to hide under a bikini. But my admiration was cut short as Beth grabbed the only thing left in reach, a small throw pillow, and covered (of all things) her tummy and the top of her pussy while the other hand went to her breasts.

Here, I must explain to readers of the first chapter that I left out something describing my beautiful sister.