Illustrated

Four in a Row

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Four in a Row
by
Tommy Linarcos

It’s been a heck of a week.  Thanksgiving weekend stayed quiet, for me.  I played some songs over and over and cried my eyes out.  Then I pulled myself together.  I didn’t go out, just stayed in, though Mia came over on Sunday.  I didn’t want to talk about Conor or Johnny or Silke or Akiko or Ava or Molly or Jazmín or anybody, and Mia understood that.  She told me, “Lyla, you don’t need a guy.  You can go for a few weeks without a boyfriend, I’m sure.  You’ve got options, when you’re ready, again.  Or you can wait for the right one.  Or we can get you the right one.”  We just ate cinnamon ice cream and watched dumb Italian movies on Netflix.  And Jurassic World III — Mia loves her dinosaurs.

I was kind of dead inside.  I guess that happens when you break up with someone.  But I’m not all broken up that Conor isn’t in love with me, or doesn’t love me anymore, or anything like that.  I never thought Conor was in love with me, though I hoped he liked me enough to be more than friends-with-benefits.  I wasn’t in love with him; I just wanted a boyfriend that didn’t expect more than I was willing to do, and liked me enough to be with just me.  I have to share the blame, though — I did take the boy’s virginity and create a sex monster from that first day on.

And Johnny was right in front of me.  The whole time.  He just wasn’t in our gym class…

Am I obsessing about him now?  I can see his eyes, his blue, blue eyes as he begged me to get rid of Conor.  He said he’d “take the hit” about breaking us up, let himself be the cause of it so I could let Conor down easier.

God, watching him move on the soccer field…  I mean ‘pitch.’  He would want me to call it a soccer pitch.  And those times he walked past me at the end of a game, pulling his jersey off…  I know I had a little schoolgirl crush on his brother — literally, a schoolgirl crush, right? — but it was Johnny I really wanted.  My friend, Johnny.

When I broke up with my “summer boyfriend,” I’ll call him — I don’t want to go into that again — it just looked like a fresh start this year.  And Conor was a possibility.  And he came with Rory that day to my house, and we played Girl Talk, and he made me laugh, and he became my boyfriend.  Sort of, I guess.

We brought Johnny into “the gang,” and played our games with him.  But I shouldn’t have “played games” with him.  I knew he liked me, and… I don’t know… maybe I figured he’d always be there when…  Like you put a toy down and expect it to still be where you put it, later.

His blue eyes, again, I can still see them.  Looking at me in the rain, loving me on the operating table, gazing into me when we danced at Homecoming and on Halloween, glowing bright in the dark closet together, that cocky look playing hero cowboy to me.  Watching me walk away with Conor too many times.  Talking to me in class, sitting by me in class, touching my hand under the table in class.  Stealing a kiss when we could.

He was the only one who… who asked me about… he was… 

He was the only one who remembered how much I wanted to see my father and my new half-brother, and got ignored.  Mia doesn’t even know that.  I didn’t tell her.  But somehow, I wanted to tell Johnny.  His folks aren’t split, but I knew he’d understand me.  He offered to steal a car so he could drive me down to the south suburbs, but he’s only just got his learner’s permit.  I don’t want to mess that up for him with a ticket.  Or an accident.

He’s a fellow Ravenclaw, and the smartest jock in the school.  And he’s in the Orchestra.  I haven’t seen him too much after school lately as they’re doing extra rehearsals for the Winter Concert.

Probably for the best.  He doesn’t want to see me, anymore, now that he’s got Akiko.  Aki.  Kiki.  He calls her Kiki.  And Mia and I set him up with her. 

It’s my own fucking fault.

We went skiing at Villa Olivia that next Saturday.  Our first trip with Ski Club.  It was very awkward.  Well, it was awkward for me.  Conor was on that trip.  So was Johnny and Aki and… 

Johnny doesn’t even sit at our lunch table, anymore! because Aki doesn’t, and he sits with her.  He has to.  He’s her boyfriend, now…  Every now and then I see him glance at me at our table and…  and then I still have to sit next to him in Health and Geometry and Spanish…

And we convinced Aki to join Ski Club.  Her sister is in Ski Club, too, so maybe we didn’t have to do much convincing, but whatever.  Johnny was with her on the bunny hill as we all got our skills review.  When she fell, he helped her up.  When I fell…

I got the feeling that when I fell, Johnny wanted to help me up.  I could see him look at me and almost move to get me, but something held him back.  Aki held him back, that’s what held him back.  Either physically, or his loyalty to his girlfriend.  So, when I fell, Mia and Rory helped me up.  Johnny was too far away, anyway.  But he was still the first one I looked to when I fell.  The one I wanted to help me.

I’m pretty sure Conor was the one who laughed when I fell.  Whatever.

That was a day trip.  On the van early to get to the slopes when they open, leave when the sun starts to set at, like, four o’clock, nowadays.  The sun going down earlier and earlier gets to me.  I need the sunshine.  Soon, the dark and the snow will feel like Christmastime, but I don’t know if it will for me.  Heck, I don’t even know if it’ll snow this month.  It’s like Illinois doesn’t get snow, anymore.  Once a month, we get a blizzard, then it melts the next week, and I get to listen to my old teachers say that when they were kids, it started snowing in November and it stayed white through February, and March was slush month.  Villa Olivia had fake snow for us, so maybe there’s something to that.

There was this one kid there, maybe ten years old, just flying up and down the bunny hill — grabbed the tow rope, sailed to the top, flew down, did crazy eights, grabbed the tow rope again.  He did that like twenty times while I’m falling down, trying to get my skis pointed correctly.

But I did get it, and Mia, Rory, and I had fun learning.  Mia has been skiing before, but it’s always new the first time after a while, she says.  Skiing was fun when we got out on the easy slopes.

But back in school, I had to learn to deal with it.  In Health class, Ms. Tattersall had let us move seats to sit at the same table back in October.  I had to keep a brave face, now.

“So… how’re you and Aki doing?” I’d ask Johnny with a false smile.

Depending on what kind of day Johnny was having, I’d get answers from “Just fine,” to a sigh and eye roll, to a stare and tight lips that told me Johnny was still upset with me.  But class time was class time, and we’re both good students.  He doesn’t sit next to me in Geometry, and that class is silent as a tomb, thankfully.  But we have paired up in Spanish, often, so…

I never asked him what the eye roll meant; I don’t think I really wanted to know.  He and Aki weren’t hallway-kissers, so I didn’t have to see that, but I did my best not to picture them making out on the couch watching TV, or making love in his bedroom.  The bedroom that had a photo of me on his wall.  Had.  Used to.  Why would he keep that up there?

So, the week went by.  I’m okay.

On Saturday, Ski Club went to Alpine Valley across the border in Wisconsin.  I did much better there.  Didn’t fall as much.  We all fall, sometimes, just not as much.  And just like the previous Saturday, I came home with sore muscles, but a good sore.

“Want to come over?  Hang out with us?” Mia asked on Sunday.

“You guys don’t want me there when you can be alone,” I replied.  Really, who wants a third wheel?

“Don’t say that.  If we didn’t want you to come with us, we wouldn’t ask you,” Rory said.  “It’s not pity, or charity.  You’re our friend.”

“You don’t want to just sit home alone, again, watching TV, do you?” Mia put to me.

“No.”  I didn’t want to.  I wanted to be with friends.  I just didn’t want to get in their way.  “Okay.  Where to?  Your place?  Rory’s?  The movies?  Bowling?”

“Rory’s,” Mia said.  “My mom has her friends over.”

“So, your dad’s escaped?” Rory asked.  “Maybe we should go to your place.  We can be quiet.”

“Haven’t faced the man, yet?” I asked him.

“No.  Maybe at Christmas he’ll have to be friendly.”  Rory’s been afraid to be around Mia’s dad ever since she went on birth control.  He figures he’ll be pulled aside for either a threatening man-to-man talk, or a punch in the nose, or he’ll take Rory in the basement to show off his gun collection!

“Do we have to stay in your – ”

“Shut up and just come with us!” Mia yelled at me.  So, I put on my shoes, a hoodie, and my blue raincoat, because it was starting to rain.  See?  Rain in December.  I swear, we’re going to have a green Christmas this year.  And we got on our way.  Honestly, it felt good to get out.  My homework was done, so I was good.

We got to Rory’s house.  His mom and dad were watching TV together, watching some old black-and-white movie on TCM, all curled up on the couch.  It was so cute.  They still love each other.

“Thought you were going out?” Rory’s dad said as we scooted past.

“Raining, unless I can borrow the car?” Rory said, waiting for an answer, but all he got was his dad’s raised eyebrow.  “Don’t worry, we’ll keep to the basement.”  Rory grabbed us some snacks and we went down the back steps, down to his basement bedroom.

The back door was making noise with the wind kicking up.  “Guess we’re getting a storm,” Rory said as he shoved the door, making sure it was shut.  Four more stairs and there was the door to his room with the big glass window in it.

But the window had a curtain over it, now.  Rory must’ve gotten tired of replacing posters over it when Conor tore them.  “Hey…!  You finally got some nice-looking privacy.”

“Thanks to Mia and my mom and Etsy,” Rory said.  Rory’s old bedroom upstairs was now his mom’s crafty Etsy room.  Mia and his mom had a bonding moment making those curtains.

We closed the newly-curtained door, pulled off our coats and shoes, and settled onto Rory’s Spider-Man bed.  On his cardboard box of a table was a game of Connect Four — the vertical checkers tic-tac-toe game where you have to get four in a row, not three.  Not just three.  It looked like a game had been started but not finished.  Automatically, I opened the clasp on the bottom and all the yellow and red checkers fell out.

“Looks like you two were playing sexy rules Connect Four, eh?”  I shut the clasp, picked up a red checker, and dropped it into place. 

“Not me?” Mia said, but picked up a yellow checker and played against me.

“Me and Fiona, but not sexy rules, of course,” Rory said, going through his phone to find a good playlist.  “Scott finally arrived and she didn’t need me, anymore.”

“But it’s not a bad idea…” Mia said and dropped a yellow checker down the slot, blocking me at only three in a row.  I blocked her at three with my next checker.  And so it went.

“Does anyone ever win this game?” Mia asked, trying a new path.

“Occasionally,” Rory admitted.  “I was actually beating Fiona two out of three when she bailed.”

“What did you win?” I asked, all sly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Mia blocked me again at three, and I just fell back on the bed.

Slowly, I realized that Rory was on one side of me, and Mia on the other.  The lights were low and a sexy Weeknd song was on the Bluetooth.  One hand was on my right thigh, another hand was moving across my arm to my left breast.  “What’re you guys doing?”

Mia snuggled up to me.  “It’s been a little while since we fooled around, you and me, and I figure it’s been at least two weeks since you got any action from Jughead…”

“Three weeks,” I corrected her about Conor.  She said Jughead.  Johnny called him Jughead.

“…and you’ve always said you wanted to try me out, again,” Rory whispered, licking my ear.

“I did say that.”  I could sit up and stop all this, but maybe I didn’t want to.  No, I know I didn’t want to stop them.  Because of Conor and Rory, Mia and I didn’t have much “study” time alone, or need it.  I shouldn’t say that.  What Mia and I do is altogether different than how Conor and I made love. 

Let me rephrase that.

How Mia and I make love is altogether different than how Conor fucked me.

And here I was being offered the tender touch of my two favorite people who wanted me to feel better.  The notion had only just occurred to me, but I was already feeling it, falling into the idea of relaxing and letting go.  Of letting Mia do her magic that only a girl knows how to do, as well as letting Rory fuck me the way he did back in September.  Yes, I wanted Rory to fuck me, and not make love to me.  I needed to be held down and fucked like he did before.

“Close your eyes,” Rory whispered, biting my earlobe.

Mia said something more, whispering something into my other ear, trying to convince me to go along with this, seduce me, but I didn’t need to hear it.  I was already getting wet just thinking about what was to come.

I put my hand to my forehead.  “Oh, my, I feel so faint…” I said, and pretended to pass out.

I love being undressed.  Conor was actually pretty good at it, but he was always anxious to get to the action.  So, on Rory’s Spider-Man bed, I just floated, my eyes closed.  I could feel Mia’s hands undoing the zipper of my hoodie while Rory was taking off my right sock, pinching at my heel and pulling at my toes, not ripping it off.  He didn’t try to tickle me, but it felt good to stretch my toes while he played his finger along the underside.  Then he repeated with the left sock.

Mia waited until he was done, then had Rory lift me up.  I reacted to the motion, but kept my eyes shut tight.  Rory kept his balance well and I felt better when he found the height Mia wanted.  With my arms splayed out, she was able to remove my hoodie and then my shirt with only a little adjustment here and there from Rory.  My shirt coming up and inside-out over my head is such a different feeling when you’re not doing it yourself.  I was a little nervous, hoping Rory wouldn’t drop me, but I kept my eyes closed and breathed evenly.  I was with the two people I trusted most.

“You’re floating, Lyla, among the clouds,” Rory intoned near me, “where you belong, my angel.  But the warm breeze is making you lose your clothes.”

I suppressed a smile at Rory’s drama.  But yes, I wanted that feeling of not being in control.  I wanted to feel weightless.  I wanted to forget everything.

My hair flowing through my shirt’s neck hole felt really odd, but sexy, like two hands encircling my tresses and pulling along to the ends and letting them fall.  It’s not something you’ve ever felt before unless someone else does it for you and you’re at an odd angle, like hanging your head over a couch arm.

“Little by little…”

I felt the silent clicks of my bra clasp behind me, but Mia didn’t remove my bra, yet.  Why not? I wondered.  Then my jeans button popped.  There was the answer.

The zipper…

Rory shifted me a little, but I still felt sure he had me, and Mia pulled my jeans down over my butt.  Rory secured me in his arms, and Mia pulled at my cuffs, and then my jeans slid down my legs, slower than I ever would have done so.

I felt free, floating there in Rory’s arms, though I knew we weren’t done.

Mia moved my arms atop my body, my hands by my waist, and then my bra lifted, and she made sure the straps slid and lifted my arms as they went south.

Rory couldn’t resist a quick lick of my right nipple as he moved my body slowly lengthwise above his bed, and I felt I was coming in for a landing.  Just as my backside touched the comforter, Mia’s fingers grasped the waistband of my panties and peeled them downward — off my waist, over my thighs, a hook at my knees, along my calves, and off my feet, which I helped with by pointing my toes.

His hands free, Rory caressed both my breasts, but continued sucking on my right.  I could perceive he was doing some disrobing of his own, but I still didn’t open my eyes.  He didn’t tell me to, yet.  But I had to know.  I moved my right hand and felt his bare thigh, then drew inward and found his hard cock.  My fingers instantly wrapped around it.

“Mmm…  Is this for me?” I asked the air.

“If these are for me,” Rory mumbled from my chest.

“Anytime,” I smiled.  Then added, “So long as Mia’s good with it.”

I felt a nude Mia crawl up on my left side; her landing strip tickled the back of my hand.  “Mia’s fine with it,” she said.  “Today.”  Mia took my left breast in her mouth and, when she did, Rory disengaged from my right.  I could sense he was removing his shirt, finally, and I held onto his cock the best I could while he kicked his jeans off and removed his socks.  He didn’t want me to let go!  Then he climbed on, and the three of us were naked in his bed.

Their hands started wandering.  Everywhere.  My stomach.  My arms.  My calves.  My throat.  My fingertips.  My shoulders.  Everywhere but where they knew I wanted a touch, or at least a finger.  Oh, they pulled at my pubes, but they never dipped inside me.  There wasn’t an inch of skin that they weren’t caressing or massaging for me, except where I was fused to the bed, though I wondered if I would be rolled over, soon.

But no.  Lifted a little, yes, as Rory hooked my thigh in his arm and lifted me up a bit so Mia could run her fingers over my ass and in-between the cheeks, grazing my anus, but she stopped short of my pussy.

Rory set me back as Mia found her way up to my hair, running her fingers through it lightly.

Then Rory kissed me.  I’ve kissed him before; kissed him hello and goodbye, and kissed him like I meant it.  Rory kissed me then like he meant it, with just enough tongue.  And I gave it back that way.  I’d always been a little jealous that Mia got Rory this year.  No, not jealous.  Is envious a better term?  Or just the same thing?  Ah, it’s just semantics.  Johnny would know.

Fuck.

Don’t think about that.  Just enjoy Rory’s kiss.  And Mia’s fingertips.

I still hadn’t opened my eyes.  In my mind, I saw a kind of cartoon Rory and a cartoon Mia doing things to me.  Maybe Pixar-like, maybe all papercrafty like a cool stop-motion movie by Wes Anderson or something.  Nothing definite, just that it was a fantasy in the clouds.

Rory left my mouth and Mia took over the kiss, and for one brief moment, all three of us were kissing, or both of them were kissing my lips.  I so love them both.

Then Rory’s fingers found my clit.  I gasped and jerked forward, almost sitting up, but Mia caught me and eased me back down.  “Take it easy, you’re going to like this,” she told me.

“I thought you might…” I started.

“We’ll get there, too,” she hummed.  “Lyla, you are the most important person in the world to both of us.  We’ve dreamed of holding you between us, of both of us making love to you at the same time.  We don’t ever want you to feel alone.”

Between Rory’s magic fingers and Mia’s magic words, I didn’t know why I was starting to cry, but I know there were tears in the corners of my eyes.  Rory was massaging my body while Mia massaged my soul.

Rory shifted and started moving down the bed, keeping one hand on and in my pussy, but the other traced my leg until he found my foot.  He lifted it to find his way between my legs, and soon his tongue was doing what his fingers had been only seconds before.

“Didn’t get to do this, yet, Lyla,” he hummed into me.  “Got a taste when we played Girl Talk, but only a tease with Clue.  Thought maybe Milkman Mo might get to make a delivery to Ballet Betty, but no…”

I wanted to laugh a little, but his tongue was all over my labia, up and down, dipping inside me.  I wanted to scream a little when he finally found my button.  I wanted to talk dirty to him and tell him what I really wanted while he got me to the point where I knew I was going to cum.  I wanted to do all of that, but Mia kept my mouth occupied with hers, and I could only manage to whimper.  And she was kneading both of my breasts, but that almost goes without saying.

My body began bucking, as I needed more air than Mia was letting me have.

“Is Rory taking you there, baby?  Is Rory going to make you cum?” Mia asked, switching to my throat, letting me breathe.

“Yes…” is all I could get out, even after wanting to run a dialogue.  “Rory’s making me cum…”

“Don’t fight it…”

“I am not fighting it!  I want to cum.  I want to cum so bad.  Please Rory, don’t stop…  Don’t stop…”  I really don’t think he had any plans of stopping, but I just had to beg him.  Rory’s tongue is magic; Mia is so fucking lucky.  She’s trained him well.  I mean, I know how she likes it, and I know how she does it for me, and Rory was doing all the right things in the right order.

And then it hit me.  I knew it was coming, but it hit very suddenly, like being dropped backwards into a pool.  But not a blue pool, not a cool pool — but a bathtub, deep and warm and glowing and… 

I started a scream, but Mia quieted me with her own mouth on mine, reminding me that we were in a house with parents home on a school night.  A Sunday, but we were going to school the next day.  Damn.  I shook my head to clear those thoughts, and bit my tongue to quiet myself.  But I had to whimper or something, I had to let out that passion as my body convulsed on the Spider-Man bed.  There was some thunder outside, the storm had finally hit, I guess, and I wondered if I could time a scream with the next thunder clap, so Rory’s folks wouldn’t hear it.

Rory left my pussy, but I barely knew it.  It was fine, I needed the break for the sensitivity, but I wished he’d return, or Mia took a turn.  I was still ready for more.  I quivered with some aftershocks, but I basically became a rag doll, a smile permanently drawn on my face.

Mia lifted my arms over my head.  I couldn’t move, anyway, so she could do what she wanted.  Rory was moving.  Mia was rolling on top of me.  Were they going to attack my breasts again or…?

Then I felt something slip over my wrist, and over my other wrist.  “Um…?” I think I uttered before those two somethings pulled tighter.  Not tight, just tighter.  And then Rory took ahold of my ankles and pulled me toward him so I was stretched out.  I was being tied up!

“Oh!” I squealed loudly!  How could I not?  My eyes shot open and I saw Rory move up my body.

“Relax, baby, you’re not going anywhere,” he told me with an evil grin.

I tugged at my restraints.  Not to get out of them — I loved this! — but just to test them.  I glanced up at both my hands and saw two men’s ties; I thought I recognized the purple one Rory wore at Homecoming to match Mia’s dress, but I’d never seen him wear the other one, which had a Santa and snowflakes on it.  I knew that if I really wanted to get loose, I could.  But I didn’t want to!  I was with my friends; I knew I wasn’t in any real danger or peril.  I trusted them.

And Rory was going to fuck me!  Yes!

I pulled against the ties again, like I was struggling.  “What are you going to do, Rory?”

“Nothing, little angel,” he said, lining his blond cock up to enter me.  “Nothing.  Don’t worry.”

“Why am I tied up?” I whined playfully.

“Just to keep you safe…” he said, dipping the tip of his cock into me.

“Are you going to fuck me?  I’ve never been fucked before…” I whimpered.

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you…”

“Will it hurt?”

“Oh, angel, it’ll only hurt a little bit, a little sting, and then it’ll feel wonderful.”

I was so freaking wet nothing could hurt me when it went in, but I loved the virgin game we were playing.

“You’ll love it.”  With that he fell forward and speared me with his cock.

And he was right.  I loved it.  God, yes, I loved it!

Rory fucked me hard, just like I wanted him to, like he did at my house, but in a new way.  He slammed his cock into me again and again.  We rocked his bed, but down here in the basement there were no floorboards to creak.  If only I could scream as loud as I wanted to.

I gritted my teeth and pulled on my restraints, feeling the false tension in my arms.  “Fuck yes… Rory… fuck me, Rory…” I moaned under my breath.

He pressed down on my shoulders, pinning me like he had before, and just pistoned that cock in and out and in and out, hard and fast.  Mia is so lucky.  So freaking lucky.

Mia wasn’t on the sidelines, either.  She’d been whispering in my ear along with the play acting, telling me everything would be okay if I did everything Rory asked and he’d let me go if I was a good girl.  And she was in charge of my breasts, of pinching my nipples, when Rory wasn’t flat on top of me.

But he did rise up, and he took ahold of my ankles, again, stretching me to full-length with the ties.  This time he lifted me behind my knees.  Not fully in the air like before, but my entire pelvis was a foot or two off the bed, my neck and back still holding me steady.  He pulled my legs wider and got right in there and pounded me in the air.

“That’s it, Lyla… that’s it… I love fucking you, Lyla… fucking Lyla’s golden pussy…” Rory growled.  It was almost constant, these little grumblings, always saying how much he loved to fuck me.  This is what I’d asked for, but I knew from Mia that Rory could be as tender and loving as he was being rough now.

I’d never had this happen to me before.  Conor was never creative enough, unless we played a game for inspiration.  I wondered if Johnny would be?  Didn’t matter.  Rory was.

I had to let it out.  I made little screams, little yelps, with each of Rory’s thrusts, hoping they didn’t alert his parents.

Soon, Rory allowed me down; it must’ve been taxing to keep me aloft.  He just got in there close, bending my knees and turning me on my side.  Now this was just like before!  It’s a different feeling having his cock enter me sideways, the way the flatter sides fit now, the way the rounder sides fit now…

“Oh, yes, Rory, yes…  Oh, give it to me… fuck me, Johnny…”

Yes, I’d said ‘Johnny.’  I don’t remember exactly where we were at in the lovemaking when I said it, but I know I said it.  I might have even said it a couple of times, I don’t know.  I worried Rory might take offense, but he never said anything.  Mia, however, did slap my ass, but that might’ve just been because my ass was sticking out, then.

Rory twisted me back and put my feet on his shoulders and continued his ‘assault.’  I tapped his cheek with my toe to see if he remembered what else he’d done to me, and he did.  He took my toes into his mouth and sucked on them.

That was the magic button.  Those nerve endings shot a jolt straight into my spine, like the lightning outside, and I was hit with another spastic orgasm.  My feet left his shoulders and I just convulsed while he continued fucking me however he wanted.

As I recovered, I turned to Mia who was all smiles, knowing what I was feeling.  I kissed her hard and said, “Come here.”  She looked at me with a question in her eyes because she was already ‘here.’  “Here,” I said again, with intent, licking my lips, and she understood.

Carefully, she moved on top of me.  Rory could see what was happening and helped with the transition.  Mia got in place and I went after her pussy like it was the most delicious pudding ever made.

Don’t be cute and ask me the flavor.  It was Mia flavored, and that’s good enough for anybody!

“Baby, I’ve missed this.  You take such good care of me, baby,” Mia moaned on top of me.

“Lick that pussy, Lyla.  Lick Mia’s fuckin’ pussy,” Rory moaned from behind Mia.  I couldn’t see him anymore, but I could tell from his thrusts he was going to cum soon.

“You want to give her your cum?” Mia asked him.

“I’d love to have your cum, Rory,” I squeaked out.  I love watching boys cum.  I’d love to have Rory cum in my mouth or on my tits.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fuckin’ cum in you, Lyla… Can’t have it today… because I wanna fuckin’ cum inside your pussy for-” and then Rory went stiff and blasted his cum inside me, again and again, holding tight onto my knees.  He stopped thrusting and I could actually feel it jet inside me, I could feel the heat of it inside me.

Then he began again, thrusting lightly, calming down.  I could hear his breath, but couldn’t see him, and felt him collapsing.  His head appeared by my right side and his hands started stroking my belly and thighs.  I gurgled an unintelligible “I love you, Rory” from Mia’s pussy, but he understood.

“I love you, too, Lyla,” he breathed.

“We love you,” Mia said above me.  She shifted off my mouth, leaned forward, and released my bonds.  Like skiing, my arms were a little sore, but a good sore.  This is why you play the games and exercise in PE, not just walk around the red line.

Given my freedom, I pulled Mia off of me and laid her on her back, shifting her to the center.  Rory moved, shut off his bedside lamp, turned on this beer sign — like a night-light, and waited patiently to see how we ended up.  He lay back at my side and became our stroker, our caresser, our massager as I took up position at Mia’s waist and continued eating her pussy.  It was cool with the rainstorm continuing outside, only now we could see light flashes through the basement windows. 

I could sense Rory watching how I did it, making Mia moan, as if taking notes.  Occasionally, I made eye contact with him, and we just smiled at each other, comfortable in our friendship.

That’s how this all started with Mia.  Friendship.  We’d seen each other’s bodies changing at the pool, in the locker rooms, and trying on clothes — that was nothing new.  We were not nervous about noticing how we were developing, asking about each other’s experience.  A step forward was helping each other learn how to shave what we needed or wanted to shave.  We did both shave our pussies, once, but hated it; I felt like I was nine, again.  But I do like to keep it clean down below.

But it was one particular sleepover where Mia was brave enough to ask me if she could kiss me, that she’d kind of wanted to, and not just to practice how it would be with a boy.  I had to admit, I’d wanted to, too.  So, we did.  For a good while.  Kissing led to touching.  First, it was outside our nightshirts, but I ran my hands under hers, and soon we both pulled them off, touching her breasts tenderly, like I’d wanted to, instead of just helping fix each other’s boobs trying on a dress or a bikini.

Mia was the first to suck on my breast, though.  She was amazed at how pink my areolas were, and how wide they grew when I got turned on.

I was the one who pushed past the panties boundary, and touched Mia’s insides for the first time.  It wasn’t that first night, but the week after that when I licked her pussy, and then she licked mine.  The next time, we showed each other how we did it with our fingers, still kind of embarrassed even after all we’d done, and then tried licking again.

Then came toys, and breaking of cherries, and…  and just holding each other when boys were being stupid, or when our high school boyfriends weren’t as nice as we thought they were.  And the first to know after the loss of our virginities.

When all else failed, when everyone else failed us, we still had each other.

I had brought Mia off twice when she turned the position around and went down on me.  Rory had recovered and took Mia from behind while she did.  That night, there was never a point where the three of us were not connected.

We’d rolled under the comforter and dozed, a bit.  It gets cold down in the basement — who knew?  But it was weird because then it got too hot, me in the middle still, so we threw it off, then there was a chill, again, so we cuddled more.  And Rory’s cock was poking me, so he fucked me again, and kind of went back-and-forth between fucking me and fucking Mia.  We all laughed about whether he’d have enough cum left to paint our tits, but he wound up cumming inside Mia, at first, though he did poke me again so we both got some, and I was like, “See how great birth control is?”

It was somewhere after nine when we woke up, again, and we all knew it was time to start getting dressed.  We slowly got going, finding underwear.  Then there was a stomping on the ceiling above us — a signal that Rory’s dad wanted him, I found out.  Rory threw on his pants and shirt quickly, and dashed upstairs barefoot.  Mia and I put things on a little faster, then.

She was helping me find where Rory had tossed my socks in the dark when the basement door opened.

And there stood Johnny Walker.

The outside door four steps up was still open, and all the cold, rainy air followed Johnny in.

Johnny moved forward, reached out and took my hand.  I initially pulled away — his coat was all wet from the storm, his hair was dripping, and he had a wild look in his eyes.  His blue eyes.  But he followed and pulled me in to him.  His other arm held me fast.

I didn’t want to look at his face.  If I did, I don’t know what I would do, what I would say, what this all meant.  But he made me look at him and he kissed me.  And at first, I resisted; he’d just ran in here grabbed me and kissed me.  But I knew.  I knew this was Johnny.  And I wanted to kiss him.  God, yes, I wanted to kiss him.  And I did.  I didn’t care that his coat was getting my shirt wet.  I didn’t care that his hair was dripping on me.  I just cared that he was holding me and that I was kissing him.

The wind stopped as Rory came back down the stairs and closed the back door, then closed his basement door.  We were all back in the beer sign semi-darkness.

“Johnny?” I came up for air.

“I went to your house, first, then Mia’s, and finally got sent here,” he told me.  “No one was answering a text.”  I think we all felt guilty about that one.  Mia got Johnny a towel from on top of the washing machine.  He wiped his face, and swabbed his coat.  I took the towel from him and shook his hair.  “I had to see you.”

“Guess so,” Rory intervened, making Johnny take off his coat.  “What’s up?”

Johnny looked around.  He spoke to all of us, the three of us, but looked right at me.  “I broke it off with Kiki.”

Part of me was overjoyed with that news, but it wasn’t like ‘Oh, boy, now we can be together forever!’  I didn’t know what to say.

“What does that mean, Johnny?” Mia asked.

“It means…” he began, but he looked confused, like ‘Why don’t you all understand?’  He just looked to me.  “Lyla?”

“I don’t want to be the cause of that, Johnny,” I told him.

“Lyla, you’re the reason for everything,” he told me.

“Is she okay?” Mia asked.  “Did she take it well?”

Johnny still had a look of confused amazement.  “She’s fine.  You three set that whole thing up for us.  We never belonged together, and we knew it.  She said you guys told her it would be good to have someone like me be her first.  So, she did.  But she’s not in love with me any more than I was with her.”

“But she was your crush…” Mia tried explaining her side of the Mystery Date.

“Was,” Rory said in Johnny’s defense.

“Nothing’s the same as it was during the summer,” Johnny told the room.  “We gave it a shot for a week or so, but…  But, no.”  He looked at me.  His wild eyes had turned sad.  “Lyla?”

I looked away from his blue eyes.  I looked at the floor, at his wet shoes, at my bare feet.  “Johnny…”

He picked my chin up.  “All I’ve wanted…  All I’ve ever wanted is you.  I waited for you, I fought for you, I wandered because of you, I betr-…”  He stopped.  I think he was going to say something about Mia and Rory and the troubles he caused.  That maybe I caused by not… by staying with…

“But that’s all on me, not on you,” Johnny corrected himself.  “All I need to know is if you still have feelings for me,” he said.  “Tell me you don’t still want me,” he challenged me.

I looked back at the floor.  At my feet.  How do I just go from Conor to Johnny?  Well, I didn’t.  I had a couple weeks to recover from Conor.  And to curse myself for letting Johnny go and setting him up with Akiko.  Hadn’t I just been wishing it all were different?  You know, maybe I can blame my mother.  If she hadn’t called me home that day we were playing Operation, I could have been with Johnny, and it would have been a lot easier to break up with Conor after only a week or two than it was at two months.

And how do I take Johnny just an hour after he broke up with Aki?  Didn’t he need time to recover, to reconsider?

“Angel,” Rory called to me.  “Angel?”  I looked up from the floor.  I looked at Rory.  “Don’t be a fool, this time.”

“Baby?” Mia called to me.  “Tell him.”

I looked back at Johnny.  At Johnny’s blue eyes and I just melted.  “Oh, Johnny!” I cried into his sweatshirt and hugged him so tight.  Johnny got the message and held me as tightly.  Then he pulled my face up and kissed me.

“Finally,” Rory said from somewhere behind my Johnny.

We held each other for a time and didn’t let go. 

Rory and Mia sat back on the bed, turned the lamp on, and put on their socks.  I pulled Johnny over to the bed and we sat, too, four in a row.  Rory really needs to get some chairs, but there was room for the four of us: me and the people I loved the most.  Neither me nor Johnny was thinking about having sex, and I don’t think I could after all that with Rory and Mia, anyway, but I still needed to put my socks on, too.

Johnny noticed the Connect Four game.  He looked at it, considered it, then picked up a red checker and dropped it in.  “I win.”

Mia came to attention immediately.  “Where?  I don’t see…”

“Here.  Diagonally,” Johnny pointed out.  Four red checkers connected.  Neither of us had seen it a couple of hours ago.  Now it was plain.  Four in a row.

“Pretty sneaky, Johnny,” Rory said.  Johnny looked to him, but Rory just had a big smile on his face.

“I was red,” I told my boyfriend.

“Then we win,” he said.

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Gazing through the window at the world outside, I think of what happened yesterday. I was adjusting my bra straps when Nataly pulled me under the bleachers in the gym at school and looked me deep in my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I couldn’t speak. I simply melted in her eyes.

Her face moved closer to mine. Closer and closer. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, and I don’t think I was breathing at that moment. There was only her face, slowly inching closer. And then her lips touched mine. They were so soft, but firm at the same time, and the moisture of her lip gloss somehow reminded me that I needed to buy some, too. Electricity shot through my body, but I couldn’t help myself anymore and returned the kiss.

I pressed my lips against Nataly’s, and the moment I did this, she opened her mouth. A heartbeat later, her tongue sneaked out, pressed against my lips as if she asked for an invitation to enter my mouth. She didn’t need one. When her tongue touched my lips, I opened them and pressed my tongue against hers.

This was my very first French kiss. And it was with a girl! But it was so freakin hot, sexy, naughty, marvelous, and exciting at the same time, that I didn’t mind at all in that moment where time seemed to have stopped.

I couldn’t deny that I had a slight crush on her. But as one of the more popular girls at school, I wasn’t supposed to be kissing another girl. But I liked it!

When our lips parted and I opened my eyes, I looked into the deep green eyes of the first person I ever kissed. She looked at me with a mix of excitement and expectation, and it seemed she was sizing me up.

A few moments after the kiss, I straightened my long, curly blonde hair and looked at her. By now, Nataly had a massive grin on her face and shrugged. “Sorry. But you are so fucking hot,” she whispered, “I just had to kiss you to know what it was like.”

“I… it’s…” I stammered, “Thanks. I guess…”

A part of me wanted to shout at her for tricking me into this kiss. But another part of me wanted to kiss her again. It must’ve shown on my face, because her grin disappeared when she saw me looking seriously at her.

“Don’t worry,” Nataly said, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I’m not sure yet,” I replied after a second of overthinking it, “Let’s keep it between us for now.”

“That’s cool,” Nataly said and walked past me.

As she walked by, she gave my ass a light slap. “Later, Hottie.”

After I was sure she was gone, I headed toward my usual spot on the bleachers to do some homework and gossip with my friends. My head was still in a fog, trying to make sense of what I just did.

“Hey, Addie! Are you cold, or just glad to see me?” Cindy asked, causing Brenda and Olivia to chuckle.

“Fuck you!” I said with a smile, trying hard to return to reality.

I didn’t have to check to see if my nipples were visible through my shirt. My B-cup boobs were still tingling from Nataly’s kiss, and my nipples were so stiff, I could cut glass with them. And with my thin, lacy bra, they probably were trying to poke through the fabric of my shirt. All four of us had been in this situation before – every girl has. But it didn’t mean we wouldn’t make fun of each other when it happened. This time it landed on me.

I decided to change the subject. “How’s he doing?” I asked, looking at the boys playing on the gym floor.

“Mason? Not too bad,” Olivia said without taking her eyes from the court, “Pretty good, actually!”

Currently, my little brother Mason, who was about to turn thirteen next month, was trying out for a spot on the 7th Grade basketball team. He liked sports and wanted to be on the team badly. So, why not support him, right?

“Let’s go, Mace!” I shouted when he had to sprint against one of the older guys, almost beating him.

My brother Mason and I got along fine most of the time. Sure, we had our usual brother- sister disagreements, but we respected each other. It helped that he wasn’t the usual pesky little brother some of my friends had. As an unspoken agreement, he gave me my space, and I gave him his, which worked perfectly for us.

It also helped that we were pretty close in age. Mason was about to turn thirteen in four weeks, and I was now a little over fourteen. When we were younger, this meant we always had a playmate around.

“Your brother is getting pretty hot, you know?” Cindy said.

I looked up from my book, seeing that they started playing a practice game. Shirts against skins, and I’d missed the moment when half of them took off their shirts. Damn! Still, didn’t mean I couldn’t look now. Mason was on the ‘skins’ team. Even though I’d never admit it to my friends, he did look hot with his sweaty upper body, showing off his developing muscles. All those push-ups and sit-ups were doing him good! I’d seen him shirtless before, obviously, but it never really registered how good he looked.

I made a disgusted face and shook my head.

“Aw, come on! He is!” Brenda added.

“Yeah. All those sports are really working for him.. I mean… check out his tight ass! I’d take his cherry in a heartbeat…” Cindy said with a straight face, but started giggling with us the moment we started.

Of the four of us, Cindy was the only one who already had sex. Allegedly. She didn’t say who fucked her, because she promised him not to tell. It was a big deal she hadn’t told us yet, because she usually wasn’t very good at keeping secrets. Unlike my friends, I believed her, though.

There was this rumor going around that her older brother was the one who fucked her, but I found it hard to believe a brother would fuck his sister. I never asked her, though.

As I contemplated this, I let my eyes roam over my brother’s body, and I had to admit he was the hottest guy on the court. When he stood straight and absentmindedly adjusted his junk, the bulge in his pants looked mighty intriguing to me…

I shook my head to clear those thoughts and forced myself back to my homework, leaving it to my friends to drool over the boys on the court.

The whistle blew, and suddenly I was aware someone was in front of me. There was a shadow on my History book and the smell of a guy near me. A sweaty guy, actually. I looked up.

“Hey, Addie,” Mason said. “Can you take my books home when you leave?”

I was seriously stunned. Kinda flustered, actually. It was my brother, but for a second, I didn’t even recognize him. His blond hair was slicker than usual from the sweat, and he’d obviously only combed it with his fingers. Up close, I could see how sweaty he was. The sweat made him kind of shiny, and I could actually see some muscles starting to show. Especially his slight pecs and developing abs. I didn’t notice that stuff when we were at home.

“Huh?” I had to ask.

“My books,” he said and pointed to his “stack” of homework on the bleachers: his Algebra book and one green folder. “I’m heading out with Zeke right after try-outs. I took my bike today and we’re riding the trails. I’ll be home… sometime.”

“Alright.”  One book. The kid was going to fail English and History.

Thanks,’ he said, and it seriously looked like he was about to kiss me on the head or cheek. Totally normal at home, but he noticed the girls behind me and didn’t. Instead, he flashed this huge smile at all of us and ran back out to the court.

He did have a cute butt. I’ll give him that, too, especially in those shorts.

* * *

After I got home, I did my chores. Mom and Dad were at the hardware store that had been in our family for four generations. With them at work, my brother Mason and I had to do some of the work to keep our house clean. We didn’t mind too much. It gave us freedom, and we didn’t know any different.

We lived in a small town where everyone knew each other, and automatically went to the local stores for their business. We weren’t rich, not by a long shot, but we were far from poor. We lived in a nice, decent-sized home. A big living room, an extensive porch, lots of space outside, a small office, and three big bedrooms upstairs.

But Dad’s real pride was our bathroom. He remodeled it a few years ago, and it seriously looks like something out of one of those fancy houses you see on TV. Since he runs the hardware store, he got all the stuff cheap, and he and his buddy Frank did the work themselves. We used to have four bedrooms, but they cut one in half to make this huge bathroom and a closet for Mom.

Our bathroom’s kinda over the top. But in a good way. There’s this giant two-person tub, double sinks so Mason and I don’t fight, and a shower with one of those rain heads that feels like you’re in a hotel. Even the toilet’s got its own room, which makes the rest of the place look super clean and fancy, almost like one of those minimal-design magazines Dad’s into.

After I finished chores and put the vacuum away, I was sweaty and gross. Shower time! But when I got upstairs, I figured I might as well take a bath instead. It had been like forever, and since Mason was out mountain biking with Zeke, I knew I had the bathroom all to myself. A total win. I started filling the tub, ran to my room to change, and then, since no one was home, I just walked over without bothering to put anything on. It felt kinda funny, like I was breaking some rule.

I pushed against the door to close it without thinking. None of us ever locks it, so I didn’t even really think about it. I rushed to the tub and turned off the faucet just in time. The door was still cracked, but it didn’t matter since nobody was home anyway. Sliding into the hot bubbles felt terrific, and the flowery spring scent filled the air. I put my AirPods in, making sure the buds wouldn’t get wet. The small towel behind my head made sure of that, besides providing me comfort. My phone was on the small shelf, along with the shampoo and bath foam.

The sound of Taylor Swift’s voice filled my ears, and I felt myself starting to relax. I closed my eyes and thought back to Nataly’s kiss. I really, really liked how her lips felt on mine. How her breasts felt against my sensitive nipples, despite the fabric of our bras and shirts covering them.

My hand drifted away between my legs, where I started petting my puffy lips. I wasn’t fingering myself. Yet.

The warm water was relaxing, and images of Nataly’s face inching closer to mine filled my head. My fingers started toying with my pubes as the feeling of her moist lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine. I remembered the sweet smell of lavender coming from her black hair and the cherry flavor on her lips.

And when her boobs touched mine… my finger sneaked toward my clit as I remembered Nataly’s boobs. We were changing in the locker room, where she was changing two lockers away from me. She looked me straight in my eyes when she lowered her bra. Her boobs were about the same as mine and looked fucking hot on her. I couldn’t stare at them, but the quick glance I took back then was now alive in my head. My finger started making small circles, which made my belly muscles tighten.

My hands move toward her B-cup tits, and I touch them. Her dime-sized dark nipples are perfect on her, and I feel the hardness of one of them against my palm.

My own hand was touching my left boob and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Now, I’m squeezing Nataly’s boob, savoring the soft skin under my fingers. Our tongue action increases as I keep kneading her tit.

The small circles of my finger were getting bigger now, and I heard a soft moan escaped my lips.

With my hand still firmly on Nataly’s tit, her hand starts moving down to mine. But she isn’t stopping. Slowly, but steadily, her hand moves down to the top of my shorts. Without even the slightest hesitation, her hand slips inside. A second later, her fingers find my slit, and she starts massaging my clit. Our tongues are wrestling, and our hands are exploring.

My hand leaves her tit and moves down toward her shorts. I have to know if she’s as wet as I am. I slide my hand inside her shorts and miss the waistband of her panties. But the dampness I feel already answers my question. I move my hand back up and slip my fingers inside her panties, when I realize she pulls down my shorts and panties and starts toying with my pubes.

Almost simultaneously, our fingers enter each other. Two loud groans acknowledge this fact. My middle finger slides inside her without any noticeable friction. She’s even wetter than I am! Her fingers rub over my G-spot, causing me to moan again.

I have to taste her! I want to know what she’s like. How she tastes. How she smells. How she… As my finger leaves her, a disappointed moan comes from her throat, and she starts to finger me, as if to say that that’s what I should do instead of leaving her magnificent pussy.

I open my mouth to lick her juices from my fingers. The smell is intoxicating and makes me even hornier than I already am. When my tongue finally touches my finger, and my lips close around it. The sweet, musky, and salty taste of her tickles my taste buds.

The water in the tub began to slosh around because of my movement.

In my head, Nataly’s palm is rubbing my clit, while her finger moves in and out of me.

My finger began to move faster, and…

And then I stopped. A thought entered my head. Was I fingering myself, thinking about a girl?

I couldn’t be gay! People would expect me to have a boyfriend anytime soon. And since she was the first person who kissed me, I might be confused about it? I mean… I liked how the boys on the basketball court looked shirtless, right? I mean, Devon looked good. Sam looked good, and Tommy’s pecs looked awesome, right? Okay… the one I liked best was my little brother, which was a bit weird, but still…

By now, my index finger was just lightly pressing my clit and making tiny circles as images of my shirtless brother and the memories of Nataly’s breasts and lips filled my head. Mostly, I saw my shirtless brother and tried to imagine what his junk looked like. It was mildly disturbing to think that I was either gay or a pervert.

And that’s when my heart almost stopped. The bathroom door opened! Thankfully, the door swung toward the tub where I was sitting. I couldn’t see who came in. But this also meant that the person coming in couldn’t see me, either. I slid down, making sure my boobs were covered by the foam, and I was ready to say that I was in here and that he or she had to leave. I also tapped my earbud, so Taylor shut up and I could hear my surroundings again.

The moment I opened my mouth to talk, I froze. Mason gave the door a swing with his foot, closing it nonchalantly behind him, while he walked toward the shower stall. He was covered in mud from head to ankle, except for where his shoes and cycling shorts had been. Had been… past tense…

I looked at his naked backside, where his white but tight ass stood out like a full moon against the dark sky compared to his muddy legs and arms.

I couldn’t move or speak, looking at my brother’s cute butt. “Hey, I’m in here!” was still stuck inside my throat.

Then I noticed he was groaning and limping, and I could see his right shoulder was red, scratched, and looked bruised, judging by the swelling. Maybe one of his legs was, too, but I couldn’t see anything under the mud.

As he opened the shower stall and got inside, I quickly considered my options. My brother hadn’t noticed me yet. Maybe I could see his penis before he saw me. I had seen it before, but we were four and five back then, still bathing together and not interested in those bits yet. It was like the little kid from the Schwarzenegger movie: “Boys have a penis. Girls have a vagina.” Nothing more, nothing less. But now…

I was very curious about what my little brother was packing. Judging by the way he adjusted his junk during practice, there was definitely something interesting there.

I figured I had two options. The first was that I could yell at him to get out and leave me alone. I’d startle him, he’d turn around, would quickly hide the good bits, and apologize for being in here. But during this time, I would probably get a glimpse of what was between his legs. The plus side was that he wouldn’t see any of my private parts.

The other option was to act as if I didn’t hear him come in, pretend I was listening to my music, and observe him from the corner of my eye for as long as I could. I could act as shocked as he would be when he noticed me. There was just a tiny risk that I had to get out in front of him, but this was highly unlikely. There was a higher chance that the foam would be gone by the time he got close to me, in order to leave the bathroom. Then he would see my boobs and maybe more. But somehow, this didn’t disturb me as much as it might have.

I quickly decided that option two was the best. I lay my head back on the folded towel and pretended to close my eyes. They were down to slits, but open enough to observe his every move. I moved my head on an imaginary beat and checked out his naked backside.

Even with all the mud on him, I could clearly make out his muscle definition and couldn’t deny that my little brother looked hot! Period.

And the undeniable interest I had in seeing his penis, combined with how much I enjoyed looking at his body, pushed all the feelings I had for Nataly to the background. I wasn’t a lesbian! Bi, maybe. But not gay.

As Mason turned on the rain shower, I could hear him grunt, and he grabbed his right shoulder. Next, he got under the water and sighed in relief. I could see the water cascading down over his body, making him look even more muscular. The mud started to wash off, and after he dragged the fingers of his left hand through his blond hair to get rid of the dirt there, he turned around…

And I saw it.

He was looking up at the shower head, but his eyes were closed to shield them from the water. I checked this right before I got a good look at my brother’s penis. It had grown significantly since I last saw it. It was about four, four-and-a-half inches, and a lot thicker than I remembered.

There were a couple of strands of blonde pubes above it, and they were easier to make out, now that they were wet.

My right hand was still on my pussy, and my finger on my clit. My finger started moving again. A little shudder went through my lower body the moment I looked at my brother’s twelve-year-old dick. Drinking in the sight, combined with a tiny movement on my clit caused another shot of electricity in my pussy.

He shook the water from his hair, and as he did this, his dick swung from left to right. I never realized that a soft penis was this flexible. I only saw drawings of one in health class, or stiff cocks in porn. Therefore, it never really dawned on me that dicks were flexible.

Part of me wanted to grab my phone and take a picture, but I quickly decided it wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught.

After he opened his mouth to let the water in, only to spit it out moments later, he grabbed his dick with his right hand. The dickhead peeked out of his fist, and I could hear him groan again. With his left hand, he grabbed his right shoulder and grumbled, “Ahh! Fuck me!”

It was clear he had hurt his shoulder badly. I noticed that there were also scratches and a big bruise on his right hip, but I hadn’t paid any attention to it, because there were much more interesting things in that area to look at.

What he did next almost made me open my eyes. His left hand left his shoulder and took hold of his dick. But he didn’t just hold it this time. Instead, he started toying with it a little, and a moment later, I noticed that it started growing. After it had grown a little bit more, his hand stopped toying, and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Oh wow… Was he?

My answer came a second later when his fist slowly started moving up and down on his rapidly hardening dick. My little brother was jerking off! And his dick had grown, too. It was difficult to properly judge its size, but it had grown at least one, one-and-a-half inches. I simply couldn’t take my half-closed eyes off it.

Seeing my naked little brother holding his dick like this sent yet another shiver through my body. Slowly and as quietly as possible, I lifted myself a bit out of the water. I didn’t know why, but when he opened his eyes, I wanted him to see my boobs.

A quick glance down my chest revealed that the better half of my boobs was showing. My hard, pink nipples couldn’t be missed against the white bath foam. Good.

I was considering my next option when Mason suddenly squeaked, “What the fuck, Addie!?”

Now it was time to summon my inner actor. I sat up straight and made sure to look confused. I quickly took one of the earbuds out and looked at Mason. He was hiding his junk with both hands. He had that deer-in-the-headlights look, but his eyes were definitely on my chest.

“Jeez, Mace!! What the fuck are you doing in here!? I’m taking a bath!” I cried in mock horror, but made no attempt to cover my boobs.

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t know you were in here…” he stammered while looking at my chest instead of my eyes.

He looked like he was in some serious pain. And when I wrapped my arm around my chest to finally hide my breasts, he snapped out of his initial shock. His right hand left his groin and hung at his side. His left hand still covered everything, except for some of his pubes. But if you didn’t know they were there, you wouldn’t notice. I did.

For a couple of seconds, it was like a showdown. Neither of us did anything, waiting for the other to make the first move. That’s when Mason groaned again, looking uncomfortable.

He grimaced again, so I asked, “You okay, dude?”

“I fell. Hard. It started raining real hard, and I slipped during a downhill part. Wiped out! Zeke helped me get home, but… it hurts.”

“Ouch! Sounds bad…”

“Yeah… I know it’s just a bruise and it’ll be better in a day or two, but still…” Mason said, and he slightly loosened the grip on his penis and balls. I figured that the hardness he had before probably went away by then.

I still couldn’t see anything worthwhile, he made sure of that, but the hint of what was there was getting more interesting by the minute.

I took out my other earbud and laid both of them next to my phone. I was still covering myself, but I knew I wasn’t doing that good a job. And I didn’t want to, either. Mason looked to be very interested in my breasts, like any boy would be. And he didn’t seem to be bothered that I was his sister. Maybe, if I played it right, he’d show me his penis again. And I wanted to see that penis again!

“Yeah, I saw it get dark on my way home, and heard the rain when I was cleaning,” I told him like a sister. “Why’d you go if it was going to rain?”

“’Cause it’s fun, even in the rain,” said my brother like a typical boy. “I figured I’d get muddy, but this… when my bike slid sideways and…”

“And your helmet?” I asked.

Mason shrugged. “Somewhere.”  I wondered if he’d even worn one.

We were silent. Looking at each other. The falling water the only sound.

“So…” I started, “how do we do this?”

“Dunno… I need my shower. I’m covered in mud, and I really need to wash my hair. Aren’t you done yet?”

“No. I also need to wash my hair, still. But now you’re in there…” I said, nodded toward the stall, and kept quiet for Mason to come up with a solution.

“What if… what if you turn around so I can finish?” Mason proposed after a few moments.

“That could work. But… how do you know I won’t take a peek?” I said with a sly smile.  

“Why… why would you do that?” he asked, trying to sound confused, but failed miserably at it.

“Why did you look at my boobs?”

This made him blush. The red color spread across his face and upper chest, “I… I didn’t… well… I did. But I’m sorry, Addison. It’s just that…” he stammered. I could barely contain a chuckle.

Mason hardly ever used my full name, so this meant he was serious. “I get it, Mace,” I said in a soft voice, trying to put him a bit at ease.

“You do?”

I nodded. “Of course I do! You’re curious about girls. And… I don’t mind, really.”

And with that, I moved my arm down and showed my brother my boobs. Since I did it deliberately this time, the tension in the air was thick, and my stomach felt funny. This wasn’t like the butterflies I felt with Nataly. This was more like a mix of excitement and nervousness that extended all the way to deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, wow,” Mason said softly, and he loosened his grip on his dick even more.

“I’m curious, too, you know?” I said with my eyes on his crotch, making it clear what I meant.

Mason looked down as if to check what I was looking at. Then, after a soft, “Oh…” he blushed again.

“But.. I’m…” he stammered, “I’ve got a… You know…”

Really? Did my brother bone up over my tits? That funny feeling in my stomach was replaced by excitement and joy. Now I really wanted to see my brother’s dick!

I steadied myself and forced myself to smile at him. “That’s okay. I don’t mind… But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

I could see the internal struggle in his eyes, and realized I shouldn’t push him. He wouldn’t tell Mom or Dad. No, that wasn’t the case. But it was clear he wasn’t as ready as I was to show off his body. His whole body.

“I’ll turn around so you can do your thing,” I said in the silence that followed, smiled warmly, and turned my back toward him.

“Thanks, Addie. I’m not… It’s just that…” his voice trailed off and sounded apologetic.

But when he grunted again, probably his shoulder again, an idea popped up.

“Sounds like you’re in pain, bro,” I said to the bathtub wall.

“It’ll pass,” he said and immediately moaned again.

“I can help you, you know?” I said carefully.

Silence.

“I mean… it’s no big deal… I’m already in here, and I still need to wash my hair. I might as well help you out by washing your back and stuff, and do my thing while I’m in there,” I said, still facing the wall. “…And so you don’t have to do it with that bad shoulder of yours. It’s just bathing, you know…”

After another short silence, I added, “And I promise I won’t look…”

I expected Mason to decline the offer. But after about five more seconds of silence, he softly said, “Okay.”

A simple “okay,” barely noticeable above the sound of the water, was all it took. I knew I was about to show my younger brother my naked body, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother me one bit. If someone told me this morning that I’d be naked in front of my equally naked brother, I’d declare him mentally ill. But now…

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Mason had turned his back towards me. I lifted myself from the tub and stepped on the bath mat. If Mason would look back over his shoulder now, he’d see me in all my naked glory. My pussy tingled again at that idea. Was I an exhibitionist, maybe? This day just kept getting stranger and stranger…

Without thinking too much about it, I quickly took the five steps to the shower stall, got in, and stood behind my brother. I admired his broad shoulders, the muscles on his back and neck, and his tight, round ass. They looked marvelous, especially this close, even half-muddy, as they were.

I laid my hand on his shoulders and stepped a bit closer. My hard nipples brushed against his back, which felt electric to the touch. The feeling of his warm skin under my fingers and the muscles as he moved only added to the sensation of being naked in the shower with my little brother.

“Should I wash your hair first?” I asked softly, and my lips brushed against his ear.

He shivered, and I saw goosebumps appear on his neck. But when he nodded, took the shampoo, and handed it to me, I knew the game was on. I’d see my brother’s hard cock within the next couple of minutes.

I squirted some shampoo on my hand, returned the bottle, and started soaping up Mason’s blonde hair. My fingers rubbed through his hair and over his skin. There was still some sand and dirt in it, but with my hands doing their thing, this all quickly disappeared.

I could see his shoulders relaxing as I washed his hair. Good, he was getting used to having me touch him.

“Close your eyes,” I said, and took the handheld shower head.

He tilted his head back, and I started rinsing the soap from his hair. I quickly glanced down over his shoulder. But, disappointingly, the angle wasn’t good enough for me to see anything.

“There! All good. Now, let’s do your back,” I said and reached for the body wash. Mason could have given it to me, but since he didn’t move, I took the initiative here.

Again, I squirted the soap into my palms, placed my hands near his neck, and worked my way down and out. I was careful with his right shoulder, which looked even worse up close.

“This bruise looks pretty bad, now that I’m close,” I told him as I carefully rubbed out some ground-in dirt from his scrape. “I’m not a fortune teller, but I’d say a trip to the doctor is in your near future.”

“Damn…” he sighed, and dropped his head.

“But relax. I’ll take care of you.”

I absolutely loved the feeling of my brother’s soft skin under my fingers. I made sure to make it feel like a light massage to him. Partly because I wanted him to enjoy it, and partly because I wanted to feel his muscles and as much detail of his body.

From all the roughhousing we’d done when we were younger, I knew he was a bit ticklish at his sides. So when I washed there, right below his ribs, I learned this hadn’t changed.

When I reached the bottom of his back, I didn’t even hesitate. My hands cupped the two fine-looking globes of his ass and massaged them under the pretense of washing him.

I heard a soft “Oh…” but other than that, Mason didn’t react.

I thought that touching the skin on his shoulder and back was nice. But I was wrong. His ass felt ten times better! Soft, yet firm, and the curves of his cheeks fitted perfectly in my hands.

I probably lingered too long there, but Mason didn’t say or do anything. So right before the point it started to really get awkward, I squatted and started washing his right leg.

I was careful near his hip, muttering about putting some Bactine on his scrapes when we were finished, but other than that, I made sure my soapy hands rubbed firmly over his upper leg and calf. If he were a bodybuilder, I’d say he never skipped leg day. This realization brought a smile to my face.

This is where the mud was really caked on, and I had to actually scrub. I looked for a washcloth, but he hadn’t brought one in. After I was done exploring his right leg, I moved to his other leg and placed my hands on his left ankle. As my hands moved up, I started thinking about a way to make him turn around. I wanted to just spin him. I wanted to simply order him to ‘Turn.’ I needed to see him. But I didn’t want to force him. No. I needed it to be on his own initiative. But how?

My hands were approaching his ass again, and I still didn’t know what to do next. By now, my brother had spread his legs a little, and when I looked between them, right below his ass, I saw his balls hanging there. His freaking balls! My brother’s balls… Oh boy…

Without thinking, my fingers moved between his legs, and I made sure to steer clear of his anus. I wasn’t ready for that, yet. And I assumed he wasn’t either. And then, I touched his sack lightly. I moved my fingers a little, and I could feel both his balls in there. Mason flinched a little and tentatively asked, “Addie?”

“We need to clean there, too. Don’t we?”

Without asking for permission, I kept my index and middle finger on his sack. I couldn’t feel everything correctly, but the softness and the idea of touching my brother’s sack were enough for me.

With my fingers still between his legs, I stood up straight, took the body wash again, and clipped off the lid with my thumb. My hand left Mason’s balls and trailed over his ass and back toward his neck. I knew what to do now.

With another big glob of body wash on my hand, I rubbed my hands together to soap them up and stepped forward. I pressed my body against Mason’s back. He sucked in a breath when my breasts pressed against his back and my hands snaked over his sides toward his chest.

“What to do about your front?” I whispered into his ear.

My hands were roaming over his collarbones and pecs. I felt his hard nipples under my palms and realized he must’ve been as turned on as I was, since his heart was beating rapidly, and his breathing was shallow.

I could hear him swallowing above the sound of the water, and he said, “It’s… ca – can you…” and after clearing his throat, “I don’t know…”

He was clearly not sure about all this. But neither was I. I had my hands on my naked twelve-year-old brother’s body, and I wanted to see and feel his hard dick. But then what? Would I let him fuck me?

My friends and I talked about having sex all the time. I wanted to do it. But it was always somewhere in the future, and I had no idea who the mystery man I would be doing it with would be. I’d also considered a couple of boys in my fantasies. But here I was, naked in the shower with an actual naked boy. I was anxious to lose my virginity. But to lose it to my little brother?

No. I’d definitely let him touch my boobs and pussy if he wanted. I had already made up my mind about that. But fuck? Well… he was a boy. And he had a very sexy body and an endlessly fascinating dick… so… Would I let him fuck me? Would he even be willing? All boys wanted to fuck, right? But would he fuck his big sister?

Through this whirlwind of thoughts, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. My left hand was all over Mason’s pecs, and my right hand was on his abs, enjoying the feeling of his starting, but noticeable, six-pack. Now that my right hand was already down on his stomach, I had a goal. I wanted – no! I needed to feel his hard cock. It was almost a physical necessity! This feeling was so overwhelming.

My hand snaked further down, where I lingered on that magnificent spot between his belly button and the top of his pubes. To me, this was the sexiest part of any boy’s body. It felt soft and muscular at the same time, and since Mason didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, it was flat and tight.

But I couldn’t stop here! There was still enough soap on my hand to pretend I was washing his body. But when my fingers touched his sparse, blonde pubes, I knew I was only fooling myself. I took a deep breath and moved my fingers further down. And that’s when I felt it…

The base of my little brother’s hard cock was warm to the touch and had a steeper upward angle than I expected.

“This needs to be cleaned, too,” I whispered into his ear again.

Mason didn’t respond, other than another shiver when my lips touched his earlobe.

My index and middle finger trailed over the length of his shaft, all the way over his cut dickhead as I created a mental image of it. I was like a blind man trying to visualize what I couldn’t see.

But when I reached the tip and moved my fingers back down the underside of his cockhead, I wrapped my fist firmly around it.

Oh wow! A real-life, rock-hard cock in my fist! It was both hard and soft to the touch and nice and thick. The fact that it was my little brother’s was more of a turn-on than I liked to admit.

“Ohh, Addie…” Mason moaned.

“Shh… let your big sister help you…”

My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before, and I was already on the verge of coming. But this wasn’t important now. Only my brother’s cock was.

My hand moved down over the shaft, back toward his body. When I touched his pubes, I moved back up again. My soapy hand was slick, and all of the senses in my hand were on high alert, so I felt every vein, curve, and bump as I moved.

But there was more. My left hand came into play and cupped his sack. I knew it was a boy’s most sensitive spot, so I made sure to be gentle. 

Here I was… I was giving my brother a reach-around while cupping his balls. Another tingle of electricity shot through my pussy when the realization hit that I was jacking off my little brother. And my hand kept sliding over his dick. Up and down. Up and down. I was now openly jacking him off and no longer pretending to be washing him.

Mason’s left hand reached behind him and met my thigh, edging toward my ass, holding me to him. Yes! Keep going! I wished silently, but he was being bravely cautious. I think he tried with his right hand, too, but that arm must be going stiff, even under the warm water.

After about five more up and down moves, Mason lay his head back on my shoulder. I glanced at his face, and I could see that his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. Two more strokes later, Mason’s eyes flew open.

“Ohh, Addie… ohh!!!” he groaned, and I could feel his body tense, that left hand grabbing tight.

His dick fattened in my fist, and a heartbeat later, I felt it twitch violently. His balls pulled up, and at the underside of his cock, I felt movement. Was he cumming already? But… I wasn’t done yet!

“Aahhhfuuccckkk…” he groaned and exhaled deeply at the same time.

I made my brother cum! I’m not sure how many spurts shot out of him. I could feel his sperm traveling through his shaft.

And then, without even touching myself, I also came. My knees came together, and my muscles clenched as the ripple widened. It wasn’t as intense as when I fingered myself, but it was an orgasm nevertheless, and it kept on lingering as if it wasn’t done yet.

I knew Mason would be sensitive after cumming, so I only held his stiff shaft in my fist, not wanting to let go of it yet.

“I’m sorry, Addie,” Mason said with his head still on my shoulder, “It’s just… your tits… and your hand… It felt so good!”

“It’s okay. I wanted you to cum, I just wish I’d have seen it,” I said softly.

Mason lifted his head and looked at me. I could see the surprise in his eyes.

“Why?”

“You look fucking hot, Mace! And after I touched your ass, I wanted to feel your dick. And then, when I felt it, I wanted to… You know…”

“Well… I liked it!” he said, smiling his sexy, sly smile. And after I squeezed his dick again, he said, “I was wondering how I could spank it with my sore shoulder…”

“And?”

“You just said I should let my big sister help me…” and his sly smile got even slyer.

“No good with your left hand?” I asked, kidding.

“I… um…” he stammered, trying to come up with a good response.

“Don’t worry,” I gave in. “We all have our favorites.” 

I squeezed his cock again as he laughed. I couldn’t resist. He was still rock-hard. Weren’t boys supposed to get soft after an orgasm? I loved my brother’s cock and I loved jacking it! But when my hand started moving again, the water began to get colder. The telltale sign that we should turn off the water or freeze. I guess I’d used a lot of hot water in the tub, but that was cold now, too. Probably.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said.

“Good idea,” Mason said and lifted his head.

I reluctantly let go of Mason’s dick and balls and turned off the water. I was closest to the door and stepped out. I took a towel and threw it over my shoulders.

“One second, and I’ll dry you off,” I said to Mason, who still had his back to me.

I dried myself in record time. I knew my hair would look like shit later on, but I’d fix that problem when I needed to. All the time, my eyes were fixed on my brother’s backside. Fuck! He looked so fine standing there. But there was still one more thing I needed to see…

I took another towel from the closet and said, “Come here. Let’s get you dry, too.”

Mason turned around. He was covering himself again with his left hand, which started to get a bit annoying by now. But the look on his face when he checked out my naked body made up for it, big time!

This took me back to what Nataly had said this morning. She had called me hot – no, a hottie! And now Mason was looking at me as if he had found some hidden treasure. It made me feel sexy.

I knew I wasn’t bad-looking. Everyone knows this about themselves. But this confirmation by my little brother was a confidence boost, nevertheless. My breasts were firm, and my carefully trimmed pubes made my pussy look more mature. Judging by the look on Mason’s face, he liked what he saw. I watched him take me all in, then zeroing in on my pussy, but his eyes darting up to make sure my breasts hadn’t disappeared.

“Get over here,” I said, ignoring his probing eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Addie,” he softly said as he stepped toward me.

I didn’t expect that one. Usually, Mason wasn’t that outspoken. But this sounded sincere and heartfelt. I looked him in his eyes, and there was this moment between us. I couldn’t explain it, and I might be mistaken here, but we connected on a spiritual level.

“Thanks…”

I wasn’t sure how to reply to this. But just a simple “thanks”? I felt stupid when I said it, but I couldn’t take it back now.

Instead of dwelling on it, I started drying Mason’s hair. When I was done and his face wasn’t covered with the towel anymore, I looked him in the eyes. He must’ve sensed it, because he tore his eyes from my chest and looked back at me.

I smiled at him and looked down. As I started to carefully dry his shoulders, I forced myself to blush and said, “I, uhm… I think you look mighty fine yourself. But… will you show me that dick of yours? I mean… it’s only fair, right? And I wanna see what it looks like.”

“But… I’m still…”

“Hard. I know. But that’s exactly what I want to see, Doofus!” I looked him in the eye. “Hey, I jacked you off. I deserve to see your hard cock!”

“Oh…”

Just like that, he moved his hand out of the way. I looked down, and there it was… my brother’s hard, cut dick. My estimate from just stroking him was pretty accurate. I guessed it to be around five inches long and reasonably thick.

“It’s pretty big, Mace,” I said while drinking in the sight of his throbbing cock.

“Really? I’m not that big, I mean… Zeke is…”

“If a girl tells you that your dick is big, you just accept it, dude!” I interrupted him and forced myself to look him in the eyes.

But when he smiled back and nodded, my eyes were back on the prize. I continued drying him, and as I moved down, I squatted in front of him again. But this time, my eyes were at the same level as my brother’s erection. I soaked in every detail, and something inside clicked. This feeling was so noticeable and intense that I could almost touch it.

I wanted to feel this cock inside me.

This feeling was clear as day, and it didn’t even bother me that I wanted to be fucked by my little brother’s hard dick.

“It’s… your dick looks awesome, dude…” I almost whispered.

“Uhm… thanks? I guess?”

And with that, I gave his dickhead a sloppy wet kiss. I didn’t think about it. It sort of happened automatically.

“Aw, fuck! Oh, Addie!” Mason replied almost instantly.

He instinctively pushed his hips forward, and the tip of his dick slipped between my lips. Oh wow! The feeling of his spongy dickhead between my lips… I wanted more. It wasn’t my intention, but now that the opportunity presented itself, I opened my mouth to let him in.

My lips wrapped themselves right behind his dickhead around my brother’s stiff shaft. And the moment the tip of his dick touched my tongue, I could taste the sweet and salty leftover sperm or fresh precum. It didn’t matter what it was. I was hooked!

I licked all over his glans, in an attempt to taste more. But there wasn’t any left. Maybe some precum could satisfy me? My right hand took the base of his dick to keep it straight, so I could move down further.

“Ohhh…” was all that came from Mason’s mouth.

I wasn’t doing what I saw in porn when they gave a blowjob. I had him in my mouth and used my tongue to taste him the best I could. That was all.

But this was already more than enough stimulation for me. And when Mason started moving his hips slightly back and forth, basically fucking my face, I had another one of those superficial orgasms I had earlier.

I was still sensitive as hell after this orgasm-light, and just had to move it up a notch. With a smack, I pulled my face off my brother’s cock and took another good look at his rigid tube of flesh. I stroked it, no, I caressed it with my right hand, and then looked up at him.

His expression was one of pure bliss, and when he realized I had stopped, he looked down at me. My heart was almost beating out of my chest when I asked him as sweetly as I could, “Will you please fuck me?”

The look on his face barely changed. I’d expected him to be surprised. Scared, maybe. But all he did was nod and look hornily at me. I was so glad he reacted this way that I got to my feet and gave him a tight hug.

“I really want this, Mace…” I whispered, wanting to make sure I wasn’t joking or crazy.

My tits were pressed against his chest, and his stiff boner was caught between our bodies. The moment his hands were around me, they landed on my ass. Even his right hand. Apparently, the prospect of having sex does something to a boy. I smiled inwardly at that and broke the hug.

I took his left hand and guided him into the hallway and to his room. It was the room closest to the bathroom, and to me it was as good as any. As long as it had a bed.

I gave his room a quick look over and noticed things hadn’t changed much over the years. The posters had changed from Paw Patrol and Lightning McQueen to Spider-Man and Linkin Park, but other than that, his room was still the same as when I last played in here.

The room was still messy, and it occurred to me that every time Mom nagged about him needing to clean his room, she must’ve been right. There were a few worn boxers in a corner, clothes were virtually everywhere, and his bed was a mess. The bed I would be losing my virginity on.

Mason tried straightening his sheets, but when he realized that it would take more than a few moments, he just tossed them on the floor.

“So… how do we…” Mason started.

“Lie down. You can’t be on top with your shoulder,” I said, not willing to waste time. I needed him inside me. Now, before I could change my mind.

“Oh… yeah… right…” he said softly and lay down on his back.

His cock was proudly sticking up from his groin, and he looked so fucking sexy lying there in all his naked glory. His eyes were roaming all over my body, and right then and there, I knew I had made the right decision and wouldn’t be a virgin for much longer.

I also climbed on his bed, straddling his waist, and said, “Besides… I want to be in control. It’s my first time, you know… So, this works better, I think.”

“Okay…” Mason said timidly, “It’s mine too…” and he looked like a little nervous boy again.

“We’ll lose it to each other then,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. I was nervous as hell myself, but also damn excited!

I took his dick by its base and pointed it upward. I moved my body so my vagina was right above my brother’s dickhead. The moment we made contact, I sucked in a sharp breath. That small orgasm again!

“You okay?” Mason asked worriedly.

“Oh, yeah… it’s… hmmmm…”

And with that, I pushed down and felt his twelve-year-old dickhead slide slowly into my fourteen-year-old vagina. I locked eyes with my brother, and the look of wonder in them matched my own feelings of amazement.

“Oh, fuck, Addie! We’re really doing it!”

Mason placed his hands on my hips, with his eyes locked on mine instead of my tits. I could only nod and let myself sink further down, as more and more of my little brother’s cock slid into me.

The moment I couldn’t go down any further, I looked down at our merged genitals. Another surge of pleasure shot through me when I saw only our pubes, the base of Mason’s cock, and nothing else.

“Ohhh…” was all I managed to say.

I was filled up inside beyond anything I had ever felt before. Even my dildo wasn’t this big. When Mason’s left hand started playing with my boob, I snapped out of it. I needed to fuck. I needed to cum. He needed to cum inside of me. We needed to fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

So, I moved up and down. Up and down, and up and down, impaling myself on my brother’s cock. My brother. My little brother was fucking me! I was fucking my little brother!

I saw Mason had his mouth open, and he was matching my heavy breathing and soft moans. He was in the zone, just like me. It was probably a good thing he came already a couple minutes before, because I planned to keep this going until I came. Really came! Not that light stuff, but a good, mind-shattering orgasm. And it wasn’t too far away anymore.

And, oh boy… this was going to be a great one! The build-up to it was already approaching the point of no return!

Every time he almost slipped out of me, I slid back down. And with each thrust, I did it firmer. And practically every time, the tip of his dick pressed against my cervix. Loud sounds of body-on-body slaps filled my brother’s bedroom.

The feeling of his cock inside me was so overwhelming by now that I heard myself moan and make incoherent sounds. I was so into it that it took me a few times to realize Mason was meeting me halfway by lifting his ass off the mattress.

I just had to move a little to feel him even deeper inside me. So, I moved forward and placed my hands on his pecs. His left hand immediately cupped my tit and started massaging it. His right hand stayed on my hip and started stroking my thigh.

This position wasn’t helping with the depth of his thrusts. And when I looked at him, I saw discomfort on his face. Was I pressing too hard on him and hurting his shoulder? I wasn’t sure, but sat back up straight nevertheless. When my brother thrust back in again, the pressure against my cervix returned. And I fucking loved that!

By now, our fucking increased in both speed and force, and when our eyes met again, I knew this was it.

I felt Mason’s cock fatten, and the snowball my orgasm had become started rolling down the mountain. The moment the first spurt of my brother’s incestuous sperm started coating my insides, I came. Hard!

My pussy contracted so sharply that it felt as if I squeezed his dick off. But Mason had one more ace up his sleeve for me. He pistoned out and in one more time, which gave my pussy just enough room to fully contract, and it gave me the best orgasm of my life up until then.

“Fuck!! Fuck!! Fuck!!” I heard myself moan loudly. It was a good thing we were alone, because I couldn’t keep my voice down, even if I wanted to.

With a firm, final push, Mason slammed into me and shot the rest of his cum into me. My fingers dug into his pecs, and both his hands were pulling me by my hips onto his crotch. It all happened somewhere in the distance. My cum was so intense and overwhelming that Mason had to fill in the blanks for me afterwards.

I collapsed onto my brother, panting heavily. With my sweaty body now on his chest, I could feel both our hearts beating rapidly. Some of my brother’s cum started seeping out of me and onto his balls. It wasn’t much, but I could feel its slow dribble, and it was barely there. This was just something that I experienced intensely, and I blamed it on my very first fuck.

My first fuck! I was no longer a virgin! Neither was Mason, for that matter! And I… Was having sex always this awesome?

I thought of my friend Cindy, the one who may or may not have had sex with her brother. If she did, I couldn’t blame her now, could I? Fucking my brother was great!

Thinking of Cindy made me remember Nataly, though. Well, I thought to myself, I knew for sure I wasn’t a lesbian, now. But… I might still want to kiss her again. And feel her breasts on mine. Naked bodies are fun. Maybe we needed to do a sleepover.

Mason started caressing my back, and I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm. He kissed the top of my head. I felt that and smiled. I turned my head and looked up at him, at the boy who’d taken my virginity. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry I pressed on your shoulder,” I said, and kissed his chest up to his shoulder and neck. “Are you okay?”

“I could barely feel it,” he told me with a huge grin, though I suspect his lie was related to how much he loved cumming inside me.

I held his face and kissed him on his lips. But he was still hard… and I felt his cock spring inside me when I kissed him.

At first, the movement of my pelvis was barely noticeable. But when Mason started moving again, too, we couldn’t deny we were fucking again. This second time lasted longer, but wasn’t as intense as the first time. I didn’t mind, though. We both came again. Well… I came three times, Mason ‘just’ once.

When we were done, I rolled off my brother and lay next to him. The emptiness his cock left needed to be filled again soon. But not now. Now we needed to recover from fucking. My brother and I fucked! We didn’t make love. No, we fucked! He looked at me with a massive grin and looked exactly how I felt. Again. And I knew then and there that this wasn’t going to be our last fuck.

That’s when I started giggling.

“Why are you laughing?” Mason asked and placed his hand on me, and gently rubbed my belly.

“I forgot to wash my hair…”

We both burst into laughter in our post-orgasmic silliness.

The end.

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Date and Switch – Part 3

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Date and Switch – Part 3
by
Tommy Linarcos

Johnny

Okay, I have to say I didn’t wake up this morning thinking I’d be drinking hot chocolate with my old crush in Lyla’s bedroom, pretending to be on a skiing date.  This past summer, I’d asked Kiki out, and she was all happy and giggly and… and she ran away.  I had no idea why.  And then the next day when I saw her, she told me she couldn’t go out with me because I was fucking her sister.

Well, that much was true, at least.  Long story short, Kiki’s sister Kari wandered into my bedroom during a party and fucked my brains out.  And vice versa.  And she came back a few more times.  But I liked her sister, Akiko, who I have always called Kiki.

So, that was that.  She wouldn’t go out with me, we had a little dustup, and I moved on.  I met this one girl I was with for a little while, we went out, I took her to Homecoming, but it wasn’t love and we didn’t go to bed.  You know, just a good month and had fun but no thunderbolt.   Then I became closer with Lyla and Mia and Rory.  Well, I’d known each of them from classes last year, and Soccer, obviously, but we became good friends this year.

And I am nuts for Lyla.  Head over heels.  And I’d do anything for Mia, we get along so well.  But Mia’s with Rory, and I nearly fucked that up for them.  And Lyla’s with that shithead, Conor, and she keeps giving him chance after chance to be a standup guy.

So, we’re playing this Mystery Date game, and I’m thinking I’m going to be set-up with Lyla but instead I’m looking at my old crush, Kiki.  Maybe this is a sign.

“So, you’ve finally accepted a date with me!” I said to Kiki as Mia shut the bedroom door on us.  I’m wearing a winter coat and knit cap and it’s warm in this house, but I’ll play the scene.  “We’re going skiing!”

“We’re not really going skiing,” she shook her head and spoke to me as if I were being silly.

I went over to the nightstand and got the two mugs of hot chocolate Rory made up.  I kept trying to make this work.  “Ah, yes, you’re right.  We’ve already been skiing, and this is our… um… apreez-ski time.”  I gave her one of the mugs.  “So now we get to sit here by the fire and warm ourselves up after wiping out in the snow all afternoon.”

I sat down on the white rug, not the bed.  I knew Kiki was a virgin.  I wasn’t going to force her to fuck me, or anything.  She looked cute, still.  Had on a yellow print shirt or shirt-sweater thing, blue pants, left her shoes at the front door, lost her socks somewhere, if she even wore socks.  Yeah, she’s still cute.  Long black hair, blue eyes.  I’d still like to make out with her, I was thinking.  That’s what this was, right?  Like our Clue game was 20 Minutes in Heaven while we went from room to room pretending to investigate, this Mystery Date game was Three Hours in Heaven, and we’d already blown a good part of an hour.

“This is the fireplace?” Kiki pointed at Lyla’s bookshelves.

“Sure.  There’s some red and yellow books there.  We can pretend it’s a fire, right?” I tried.  “Come on, don’t you want to play?”

“Was this a set-up?” she asked.  “Did you plan this?”

“I honestly had no idea who was going to be here — other than Mia and Lyla.  Though, when Conor made an ass of himself, I started to wonder.  I heard what he said.  But it is nice to see you, again, Kiki.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to see you, too,” she admitted.  “We don’t have any classes together this year.”

“It’s a big school.”  I took another sip of my chocolate.  “Mmm, the good stuff.  Stephens Dark Chocolate.”

“Is this Stephens?” Kiki finally took a sip.  “I like their Mexican Chocolate.”

“I have a can of that at home,” I said.

Kiki looked at the white rug, the white walls, Lyla’s comforter that was white and grey like a cloud, and the Frozen poster on the wall.  “Well, we’re in the right room for a skiing date, I guess.”

“The date we never went out on.”  We had to address the past.  “You know what that thing with your sister was, right?  She jumped my bones.  I’m a teenage boy — I’m not gonna say no.  But it’s not like…  I didn’t go after her, you know.  It’s not her I liked.  I liked you.”

“But I couldn’t go out with you if you were still doing her,” she told me.

“I wasn’t.  Until you said ‘no’ and pushed me away.  Then your sister came back, and I said ‘Fine. What the hell.’”  I pulled off the hat and shucked off the coat.  “I didn’t see you for the rest of the summer.  Not until the hallways of school and Orchestra.  I didn’t come after you because I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

“Do you still like me?” she asked.  She wouldn’t meet my eyes, always looking at the floor or her toes or my socks.  “Or do you like Lyla, now?”

I looked up at the wall.  The Frozen poster.  It was Elsa.  Blond hair.  Like Lyla.  I turned to face Lyla’s Harry Potter poster.  She even had a Harley Quinn one.  There were pictures of Lyla and Mia taped up on the wall, too.  I couldn’t win.

“It’s been a while, but I still like the things I used to like about you,” I told her.  I put her mug on the nightstand and took her hand.  “We used to have fun in Algebra and Biology.  We’d share jokes in Orchestra.  I still love your eyes.  And you let your hair grow, which is nice.”

She was quiet.  I leaned in and stole a kiss, but she kissed me back.  It was a little awkward.  I suddenly wondered if it was her first kiss.  I didn’t ask.

She broke the kiss and composed herself.  “Have you ever been skiing, for real?”

I didn’t push her.  “Yeah.  Once before.  But we’re — me, Rory, Mia, and a few others — joined Ski Club this year, and we’re going out to Villa Olivia next Saturday.  Fake snow, but we’ll get some practice in.  Later, right after mid-terms, we signed-up for the weekender trip to Wisconsin.”

“My sister is in Ski Club,” Kiki told me.

“I didn’t know that,” I said, which was true.  “I really don’t talk to her, anymore.  You could come with, too, you know.  Join up.”

“I think I’d like to.”  She took my hand, and started pulling a thread on my sleeve.

I pulled her in to me.  “Kiki, we were all cold out in the snow.  My face is still red, I’ll bet, from the wind.  It’s nice getting warm with you, here, don’tchya think?”  I lifted her chin and we kissed, again.  She started breathing deeper and we turned it into a make-out.  Finally.

Alright.  Don’t think of me as an animal.  I’m fifteen.  I’m a teenage boy who wants to get laid, making out with a cute girl who’s still into me.  I won’t force her, but I’m going to do everything I can to make it happen.  If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen, but I’m gonna get some tit, at least, and introduce her to Little Johnny.  She agreed to this Mystery Date game, after all, so she must’ve known what was up.  Again, I’m not an ass, like Conor, but this is what it’s all about, right?

I let my hands roam over her shirt.  This was more than we’d ever done together, with the exception of playing in Milner Pool a couple times.  So, I’ve seen her in her one-piece suit, handled her bod throwing her around the pool in fun, but I really haven’t felt her up.  That’s what I was doing now.  Finally.  I’ve wanted to hold this body since Freshman year.  This was the time.

I stood and lifted her to standing with me, and brought us onto Lyla’s bed.  “Much more comfortable up here,” I mumbled, trying to maintain our lip-lock.  She climbed on with me, so either she was being brave or she wanted me.  Or both.

I took it slow.  My left hand found her breast, and she didn’t complain.  Then I went under her shirt, over the bra.  Not a lacy one, felt kind of standard, but it also felt too large on her.  I’m no size expert, but there was a gap when I dipped inside for her nipple.  There were no gaps in Lyla’s bra when I took hers off, before.

Then, pushing up the bra, cupping her entire right tit.  She was letting me.  So, I had to figure out the timing for just taking the whole thing off.  I rolled over a bit to get both hands into her shirt, pushing it up, when she sat up.  I thought the whole thing might be over, but instead she pulled off her yellow shirt and undid the clasp on her bra.  I took the straps off her shoulders and her breasts were mine.

It occurred to me, then, that the girl was on a mission.  In that case, I could move faster, but I’d have to make it good for her.  I was going to lick that pussy and make her cum so she’d have no recourse but to fuck me three times.  Actually, I had two condoms with me plus the three Rory gave me, but I thought her pussy would be sore enough getting poked for the first time plus two.

I had set on sucking her left breast, but left that to take off my shirt and undershirt.  I stood off the bed and made a show off pulling them off.  She’d seen my bod at the pool, but not after this fall’s Soccer workouts had added some definition.  And this view was private for her.

I didn’t stop after my chest was bare.  I jumped the gun in teenage clothing progression and just took off my jeans and socks.  I stopped there.  I didn’t want to scare her.  But I saw that she was watching carefully, wondering, I bet, if I was going to take off my boxer briefs.  I would, but held off, yet.

But she knew I was going to go after her pants.  She helped, lifting her butt as I took them down.  This girl knew she was going to get fucked.

With her pants off, I put my hands on her waist and kept them there, not quite tugging on the hem of her panties.  She looked at me.  A little worry, maybe?, in her eyes.  Expectation?

I took advantage of whatever it was and pulled her panties down.  Slowly.  She could’ve stopped me if she wanted to.  She didn’t.  Revealed her pussy.  Her feathery black pubes.  So cute.  Down to her knees.  Down to her ankles.  She pulled her feet out, pointing her toes as the material passed by.  Kiki was naked.

She curled, a little uncomfortable being exposed like this, but not hiding her pubes or her cute little titties with the deep red nips.  She was watching me.  Waiting.

I took off my boxers, and she stared at my cock.  A look in her eye that was probably similar to my own each time I took off a girl’s clothes: finally.  I stood in presentation, letting her see me like I was seeing her.  She didn’t reach out for my cock, but couldn’t stop watching it.

I was climbing back onto the bed when she whispered (though she didn’t need to whisper), “Can we get under?”

I understood and helped her off as we pulled back Lyla’s comforter and we crawled inside Lyla’s bed.

Fuck!  I wanted to be here with Lyla.  When we were together in my house, doing the quickie in the closet during our time in Clue, she’d said ‘the next time we do this, it’s going to be in a bed.’  And here I was in her bed with someone else!

But I had a job to do.  And I wanted to do it.

I didn’t just jump right on Kiki.  I’m not Conor.  If I was going to take this girl’s virginity, I’d try to make it memorable.  After all, you never forget your first.  We cuddled.  I warmed her up.  Stroked her sides and found her breasts, again.  I moved her so she was kind of on top of me.  I guided her to my cock and she wrapped her little hand around it like it was automatic.  Kiki has dainty little hands, and I have to say it made me feel like my cock was bigger than it was, with her able to glide up and down further than, say, Mia or Kari.  Or Lyla.

She played in my pubes and felt my balls, but she loved stroking me up and down and again.  Her other hand loved my pecs and abs.

I loved sucking on her tits, and biting at her nipples — so pointy!  I think I nipped too hard once, and I got a yelp out of her.  Not intentional.  In fact, we were being really quiet.  No “Oh, Kiki, fuck me!  Stroke my cock!” talk.  Though I did purposely breathe roughly, and growled some, letting her know it’d be okay to ‘let go’ a little more.  But she didn’t.  Not yet.

Then I flipped her onto her back in a quick move, making her gasp.  She spread her legs open for me, like she thought I was going to fuck her, then.  There was a look in her eyes of ‘I guess this is it, here it comes.’  But I told her, “No.  Not yet.  I want to taste you,” and I slid completely under the comforter.

There wasn’t much light, but I knew what I was looking for.  I brushed her pubes — very soft.  I said ‘feathery’ before, and that was the truth.  I let my finger follow the hair into her cleft and explored her labia.  Very tight, almost compact.  When this girl got herself off, it wasn’t with a lot of tugging, and her pussy had never even seen a toy.  Fingers, yes.  Maybe a Sharpie, at best.

I let my tongue take over the exploring and you’d think I’d shocked her with an electrode, she flinched so hard.  I let my hands stroke her thighs and on down to her toes to calm her down while I pulled at her labia with my lips, ran my tongue up and down their length, and then coaxed out her little clit and sucked on that until it was as stiff as a prick.

Kiki was a whimperer.  Little high-pitched whines, little whimpers, breathing fast.  “Mm-mmh-mff-mmf-hm…”  One hand finally found my hair and I had to let my hands wander up above the comforter to find her other hand on her own breast.  I cradled her ass, got a finger inside her up to the first knuckle, and she wasn’t expecting that.  She really wasn’t!  So, I removed that and let her relax.  I wanted her to cum.  It took a bit longer for her to completely let go, but she did, and I got a lengthier “Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!” out of her as she climaxed.  Her hips bucked so hard, so sharply, I either had to move with her or get hit in the face!  Her feet were on my back, shaking against my spine.

She tasted like her sister.  But there was no way I would ever tell her that.  Who would want to know that?

I didn’t push her for two, like I did Mia.  Like I wanted to with Lyla.  I let her relax and float.  I realized we were going to have to wash this sheet from Kiki’s fluids.  When I extricated myself (what a word!), I went to look around Lyla’s room for a towel or something.  Beyond fluids, I thought there might be a little blood, this time.

Lyla had cleaned her room for having guests over.  No loose items.  I could use Rory’s winter coat, I thought, but then saw Lyla’s hamper.  The top items inside were a light blue nightshirt, and then yesterday’s bra and panties.  I took out the nightshirt.  It smelled like Lyla.  I dug further and found a Caribbean blue bath towel.  I took that and put the shirt back.

Kiki figured out what I wanted the towel for and helped with placement.  I still stood by the bedside, though, and didn’t crawl back in.  “Can you help me, some?” I asked.

Kiki looked at my cock.  It was still half-hard, but was out-of-action while I was nuzzling her pussy, so needed some stimulation.  She knew what I was asking for.  “I… I don’t know if I can do that…”

“Sure, you can,” I said softly but confidently.  “Just put your mouth on it.  Like a popsicle.  Like a Tootsie pop.  Even I’ve done it.”  I guess I didn’t really mean to give out that information, but it slipped out while I was trying to convince her.  But her response almost made me chuckle.

“You can reach that far?” she wondered.  Sure.  Sure, I can.  That’s exactly what I meant.

“Just try it.”  And she did.  She hesitated, but she took the head of my cock in her mouth and a little more.  She got into it, the licking, and I told her how she was doing a good job.  And I did get harder.  It was a beautiful sight, watching Kiki suck on my cock.  But I let her off early and climbed inside the sheets with her.

Again, she spread her legs for me to fuck her.  And she was right, this time, I was going to fuck her, and she knew it when I got into position.

She bit her lip.  Cute.

I ran my cock up and down her slit.  I was glad, almost proud, that she didn’t ask about it hurting the first time.  If she was this far, she knew it would.  And she wouldn’t relax enough to combat that.

As I pushed my crown inside, she did ask, though, “Are you going to use a condom?”  She’d been studying, or talking to someone.

“Soon,” I told her.  “First, you need to know how it feels for your first time, but I won’t cum in you.  Then I’ll put one on.  And when we do it again, I’ll wear one then, too.  And the third time.”

I might have been pushing it with the expectation of fucking her three times, but the answer satisfied her.

I went slow.  She was tight, I probably don’t even have to say that.  I did ask, “You doin’ okay?” and she nodded very quickly.  I made it all the way in, and never really felt any pop.  She was my first virgin, and I think my expectations were as hers, that there’d be a breaking of a barrier of some kind and some pain.  Later, she told me there was a sharp pain, then a dull one like a soreness, but that went away, and the tough part was dealing with how big my cock was to her.  Aw, shucks, thanks, Kiki!

When I was in, I leaned over and kissed her.  I wasn’t going to tell her I loved her, or anything, but I couldn’t let that moment go by.  But then I started drawing out and pushing back in.  I know I said I would wrap it up after I got all the way in, but this felt good!  I propped myself up and watched the reactions of my beauty with the long black hair and cute, pointy little titties.

If I were with Mia or Lyla, I would have started with the dirty talk, but that wasn’t going to work, here.  I kept it to warm “Mmmm…” sounds and breathing, saying, “Oh, Kiki,” now and then.  And she started getting wet.  Cool!

Then I did the smart thing and snagged a condom from the nightstand.  I made the switch as quickly as I could, then went back inside.  The little extra lube on the condom helped, a bit.

She did not cum before I did, but I let myself go when I climaxed and let her see what a boy’s body does when it hits.  I think she was proud that she’d made it through it and had made me cum.

I did the nice thing and held her close for a time before I had her ride me and control the depth and rate and stuff.  I don’t know if she came, but she did get very wet.  Maybe a small orgasm.  She was still holding back, I could feel.

And we did do it a third time.  I told her we would, so she was expecting it.  And this time, I did get her to open up, say my name, and swear.

“Kiki,” I’d say, “Oh, Kiki, you feel so good… I love being inside you… I love fucking you, Kiki…”

She was, “Mnnn… mhhnnnn….” then “Yes… fffff… ffff… Johnny!… Johnny, fff…”

“Say it… say it, Kiki… what do you want?”

“Ffff…”

“Tell me what to do or I’ll stop…”

“Ffff… fuck me…”  So quiet!

That was all I needed, and I made that girl cum right before mine.

As we lay together, I had to think about what to do.  If I got together with Kiki, would that be so bad?  If Lyla was going to keep going with Jughead, then I couldn’t just hang around waiting.  God, I wanted Lyla.  But she’s not available.  She’s still my friend, though, and I’ve done enough to let her know how I feel.  I hate losing to Conor, but that’s Lyla’s choice.

And here I was in a room filled with Lyla, doing the exact thing to never be with Lyla again.

Fuck, I could smell her hair on the pillow case.

That’s not fair.  To me… or Kiki.

I guess I only have one choice.

Lyla

It was a mistake.  The whole thing.  How do you…?

Conor and I made our way downstairs and into my mom’s bedroom.  I figured I had to be the one responsible for using this room and I’d trust the others, giving mine and Tori’s comfortable beds to the new couples.  I knew Mia and Rory would be fine wherever they were, even the basement.

But Conor…  We closed the door.  I was thinking I’d put on the Homecoming dress.  He pulled off his tie and threw the flowers onto the bed.  “Okay, let’s fuck.”  That’s how he put it.  Okay, let’s fuck.  Like it was something he had to do and get it over with.

I’m an idiot.

Mia told me.  Johnny told me.  Johnny told me a couple times and in a couple different ways…  Why am I not with Johnny?  And now, I’ve set him up with Aki, and they’re going to be happy, and I’m with fucking Conor!

I heard him when he saw who all the girls were in the room.  When he came to the door and said something like, “Hey, I’m taking someone to the prom!  Who is it?”  Something like that.  And then he saw it was me.  Oh, it was just me.

And he tried to trade me in!  “Can’t I have that Chinese girl?”  Fucker.

And then there was the kicker: “I’ve fucked three of these girls already.”  Me — obviously.  Mia — that first day when we swapped.  I know he was with Silke that first day, too, because that’s how the game played out (and I was with Costa).  But Ava?  He was with her?  When?  Not before me.  I’ll have to ask her.  Sometime.  Find out how that happened.  I figure it was my Conor feeling like some sex god, now that he’d lost his virginity and made it with three girls in a single day.

There are those girls and guys who couldn’t believe I was with Conor.  “You’re kidding?” they’d say.  “How does he rate a girl like you?”

What can I say?  He made me laugh.  There is a lot of good in him.  Was.  Sure, he’s goofy, but he was nice to me.  Was.  Sometimes, I thought we could fall in love, that he adored me.  There was good in him.

But that’s past.

Thinking about this, I’m sure Rory tried to give me some signal, but couldn’t tell me about Conor because he’s his friend.  Or gave whatever he knew about Conor to Mia to tell me, but I didn’t want to hear it.

He’s high on edibles so much now, I don’t know how he does schoolwork.

“So… what? We’re not gonna do it?” he’d asked me in my mother’s bedroom.  “Then what was this all for, then?”

Different ways of arguing zoomed through my head.  I thought about which things in my mother’s room that I could whip at his head and get away with it.  Not by which would cause the least or most damage, but which thing I wouldn’t get in trouble for breaking.  I wanted to shout all I knew or thought I knew about him.  I wanted him to tell me about every time he saw Ava, about every time he saw Silke, about every time he saw… whoever else.  I just wanted to scream at him and I wanted him to take it.

I wanted him to tell me he was sorry.  I wanted him to tell me twelve times.  He’d ask how many times he had to apologize, and each time he said it, I’d say, “Say it again, anyway!”

I’d ask him if he ever really liked me or if it was all about sex, if it was just all about the fun of cutting school and playing these games with the sexy rules.  And he’d say ‘no,’ and he’d beg me to listen to him and he’d explain everything and not to break up with him and he really did like me and he was sorry for Silke and he was sorry for Ava and he was sorry for Molly and he was sorry for Jazmín.

And he’d say he’d let me think about what we had together and he’d give me some space and by the time we went on the Ski Club trip next weekend, we’d be fine.  And by the time we took that overnight trip to Wisconsin with the Ski Club, all of this would be forgotten.

And he’d kiss me, and I’d remember why I liked him to begin with.

Some of that happened.

Most of it didn’t.

All I’ll ever remember, though, is…

All I’ll fucking ever remember…

All I’ll ever remember is Conor standing up, taking off the blue suit jacket, and saying, “Then fuck it.”

And him leaving.  And the sound of him finding his coat and shoes and the front door opening and the front door closing.

Mia

I looked at the Target brand alarm clock on the dusty nightstand in the guest room and knew our safety time to get our act together, clean up, and either get out or look presentable was at hand.

Rory and I kissed and consciously stopped ourselves from going another round.  We got dressed.  Rory put on the clothes he’d arrived in, but kept the hat on.

There was the big question hanging in the air between us.  We’d made some talk about it while we lay with each other, but it was nervous dialogue.

“You didn’t let me pull out.”

“I know.”

“I probably really could have, but I would have had to hurt you, and I could never do that.  Especially when I was about to… you know… cum.”

“Yeah.”

“What should we name it?”

I’d considered a funny answer, but just smiled.  “It was a good day.  I should be fine.  We should be fine.”

“I hope so.  Third month in a row that we’ll be on edge until you get your period.”

“That should be any day, now.” 

When I’d wrapped my arms around him and tied my legs behind him, I’d done some quick math.  Could I let him?  It felt so damn good, in my body and my brain, I wanted to feel it again, like that first day, but better.  I wasn’t sure.  You can never be sure.  But I took a chance that it would be okay.

“This was a great date, though, mister!” I told him, wrapping my arms around him and giving him another kiss.  “I love picnicking you.”

“I will picnic you anytime, anywhere, beautiful.”  Rory swung me around and knocked my legs into some cardboard boxes.

It was time to straighten up the bed, and Rory opened the window to clear out all the picnic smell.

It was time for us to rouse the others.  I took Ava and Lucas, and Rory took Johnny and Akiko.  We both knocked on their doors at the same time.  Rory went inside and, from the brief conversation I heard, it sounded like Johnny and Kiki were dressed and ready.  I got no answer at my door and cautiously opened it and went in.

Two beautiful bodies lay naked on Tori’s bed.  Ava was sleeping on top of Lucas, showing me her ass and the backside of her pussy.  Lucas’ bare cock was still half-hard pointing to his left.  It looked wet like he’d just pulled off a condom.

There was a part of me that wanted to go down and taste him, but I didn’t.  I just enjoyed the thrill of looking at the naked Lucas.  I was happy with Rory.  I hoped Ava would be happy with Lucas.  I was right about these two, and I wasn’t going to try and get involved in the middle with them.  Unless they wanted to do a double-date or play a game…  No.  Let them be, I told myself.

But I couldn’t let them be.  I had to wake them up, that’s why I came there.  “Ava…” I whispered, though I didn’t need to.  “Ava.  Time to wake up.”  I lightly shook her shoulder.

Ava opened her eyes, saw me, and smiled.  She tightened her arms around Lucas, and I interpreted the look in her smile as “Mine.”  I just smiled back and nodded.

They had used Rory’s penguin beach towel underneath them, and never pulled back Tori’s comforter, so I knew we wouldn’t have to wash any sheets, but I’d still need to fix the bed.  I went and opened the window, as Rory had down in the guest room.

The late November air was chilly enough to rouse Lucas.

“Time for us to go, Luc,” Ava told her guy.  She lifted herself and I got a flash of her boobs.  Eh, I’d seen them before.

Lucas reacted to my presence and tried to flip the towel over himself, but it didn’t make it past his hip because of how they were lying.

“Don’t worry,” I laughed.  “I have one at home.”

“You only get one free sample,” he said, his voice still a little thick.  He swung his legs down and sat up.

I left the room so they could dress and met Rory in the hall.

“They okay?” I asked about Johnny and Aki.

Rory shrugged.  “I guess.  Not a lot of swooning.  I’ll find out, later.”

“These two,” I pointed at the door I’d just closed, “are all goo-goo eyes!”

Rory pulled me to him.  “I love you,” he told me.

“I love you, Rory.”  I squeezed him and dropped my head into his chest.  “I talked to my mom.  She’s not real happy about my request, but she knows all about reality.”

“The patch?” Rory guessed.

“Yeah.  I’m still wary of the side effects, but we’re going to my gynie.”

“Is it retro-active?” he tried to laugh.  I didn’t answer.  “Will I be able to look your folks in the eyes ever again?  Do they hate me?”

“They like you better than me,” I said, trying to be funny.  “But you probably shouldn’t come over next week, just to be safe.”

We headed down the stairs to find the door to Lyla’s mother’s room wide open.  “They must be up and around,” Rory said, but we looked inside, anyway, and saw Lyla, just sitting there, staring into the corner.  No Conor in sight, and he wasn’t in the washroom or the kitchen.  Lyla’s dress, Rory’s blue suit coat, the red tie, and fake flowers were scattered on the bed.

“Lyla?”  I went to her.

“You all knew,” she said when she noticed me.  “You told me.”

And then we knew.  It had finally happened.  Two months, but not two good months.  Not like mine and Rory’s two good months.

We didn’t need the story.  I’d get it later, and I’d tell Rory what he needed to know.  He’d talk to Conor later, probably, and tell me what I needed to know.  Later, I’ll say now, I’d asked Ava about Conor.  She said she didn’t think Lyla was with Conor or she never would have gone out with him that one time.  Conor was funny, she said.  He made her laugh.  And when he asked her out, she said okay, and they went drinking with some other friends, and went further than she thought she would, and afterwards she knew it was a mistake, and that was that.

Lyla had been crying, but not from a broken heart.  More like frustration.  Disappointment.  Resignation.  We dried her eyes, and I walked her out of the room.

Then she saw Johnny and Akiko together, and I could feel her crumble all over again.

Rory

Johnny dropped his head when he saw Lyla, and the air was so thick, I think he wanted to punch a hole in the wall.

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Date and Switch – Part 2

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Date and Switch – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Mia

When Lucas and Ava saw each other, you’d have thought the sky opened up and God shit rainbows all over.  Lucas was all, “Hi!  I’m Lucas and I’m here to take… Ava! … to the beach…” Sparklies, sparklies, sparklies…!

And Ava was all, “Lucas!  Oh, my god!  I’ve wanted to… go to the beach… with you for so…”  Sparklies, sparklies, sparklies…!

And Ava looked so cute.  During the game, she’d traded-in her jeans and top for the shorts and a blue cami that Lyla displayed for the picnic date.  She didn’t take the bikini as her bra and panties matched.

I told them to hang on and I would show them where their date would take place.  I knocked twice on the wall for Johnny to show up.  There was no need to keep playing the game just for Aki; it was time to go to our rooms.

A boy bundled inside Rory’s brown winter coat and a blue knit hat pulled over his face came to the door.

“Aki, meet your skiing date!” I said, and Johnny pulled off his hat.

“Hi, Kiki,” Johnny simply said, looking at his old crush for the first time in a while.  Was he pleased?  I couldn’t tell, but at least I saw that he wasn’t upset and was seeing this through.

“Hi, Johnny…” Aki said, kind of stunned.

Johnny composed himself and reached into his shopping bag.  “I brought this for you,” he said and showed her two mugs and two packets of hot chocolate powder with tiny marshmallows.

“I like hot chocolate,” Aki told him.

There were too many people here.  I took Johnny’s mugs and gave them to Rory.  “Go to the kitchen, use the hot water thingy, and get back here with these before anything goes south.”  He understood me.

Then I escorted Ava and Lucas — who looked damn nice in the tank top and swim trunks — back into Tori’s room.  “Lucas, Ava, this is your beach!”

“Just came from here,” Lucas joked.  He turned to Ava.  “The weather’s nice today.”

Ava was still fighting for words.  “How’s… how’s the water?”

“Warm.  Like a bathtub.  We can swim or surf.  Your choice.”

“Maybe just lay out and get a tan?”  Her voice was doing the swimming.

These two were all goo-goo eyes for each other.  Score one for me!  I could tell they didn’t need me around any longer.  “The room is yours.  So is the bed, if you like.  Use your beach towel if it’s gonna get…”

I headed out and Ava shut the door before I could finish my sentence with a bad pun.

I came back to Lyla’s room.  “Aki, Johnny, these are the snowy hills of Arendelle,” I told them, which wasn’t too hard to believe with the white carpet and Lyla’s poster of Elsa on the wall.  “Enjoy the room as you will for the next few hours.”

Rory arrived with two mugs of hot chocolate and a couple paper towels, and set them on Lyla’s nightstand.  He picked up his picnic basket and shopping bag and waited for me to close the door.

“You think they’ll be okay?” I asked him.

“You set this up, didn’t you?” he put right back to me.

I walked him down the stairs.  We were given the guest room, for our date.  It was a guest room that doubled as a storage room; there were a lot of boxes in there, but a nice bed.  Lyla was going to have to do some sneaky laundry.  But that’s why she took the responsibility of her mother’s room — she’d put down a spare comforter on her mother’s bed so she wouldn’t have to deal with the sheets.

“Lyla and me set it up,” I finally admitted.  “After the whole Clue thing, and then the card play, and the fight…  We thought it might be best to get Lyla off Johnny’s mind by getting him together with his old crush.”  I recalled that Lyla actually had collected the winter date cards, and Johnny was in the winter coat.  Maybe the universe was trying to tell me something, but it was too late.

Rory opened the picnic basket.  “You want a sandwich?” he asked me.

“I want you to take my clothes off and fuck me, is what I want!” I told him.

Rory put the basket aside and got about removing my clothes.  “You could have told me the plan, you know.”

“If you knew, you would have told him,” I said, helping to lose my panties.

“I had him thinking this was finally when Lyla was going to ditch Conor and be with him,” Rory told me, taking off his own clothes.  “That’s what I thought was going to happen.  That Lyla came to her senses and this was the ‘easy way out.’”

“We should have talked about it.”

“Yeah.”

Naked, we just looked at each other.

“Well, we’ll find out what happened in a little bit…” I said.

“Little bit?” Rory wondered, letting go of any worry and taking me in his arms.  “We’ve got three hours for me to fuck you senseless!”

Ava

I wasn’t sure what to expect from this whole Mystery Date game, honestly.  But it had been a while since my last real boyfriend, having broken up with Cal right after school started.  I rebounded a little with a couple guys on a couple dates, went to Homecoming with one, and did something regrettable right after Halloween with Conor.  I only mention him because he was a possibility in the game that day.  But I hadn’t found anyone really special.

But when I opened that door and saw Lucas standing there…  Oh, my god!  I had been thinking about him, lately.  He’s in our combined PE class, and I get to look at him in his shorts, and see his legs, and cute ass, and he’s got nice arms, and his whole body in motion during the games…  To be honest, I’d been thinking about a few guys.  I guess I’m ready to have a boyfriend, again.  Ready to care about someone, again.

And when I saw Lucas in a tank top and swim trunks, I was ready to have a boy between my legs, again, too.

I couldn’t get rid of Mia fast enough.  We might’ve been playing a game, but I wanted to talk to this boy and find out where he was at, and at least do some serious making out and feel his body.  Those arms.  I just wanna…

“So, um…  It’s a beautiful day,” he said, kind of nervous.  “Don’tchya think?”

“It’s a glorious day,” I told him.  The window in the room showed the late November gray sky outside, but I was fine imagining the beach and the ocean and a yellow sun.  If the easiest way to calm our nerves was to keep pretending we were on a beach date, then I was going to continue that fantasy.  “I have to change into my suit.  Why don’t you spread out the beach towel so we don’t get sand all over the place.”

The smile on Lucas’ face grew and I wish I had pulled out my phone and took a picture.  I have some now, of course, but I wish I had that one.  He is so fucking good-looking, and he looks even better when he smiles.  He dropped his shopping bag on the floor and it struck with a thunk.  Then he tossed and straightened the big towel over the pink bed.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked as I popped open the button on my shorts.

“Hmm?”  He was distracted.  He was watching me shimmy the shorts down off my hips.  “Oh, um, the rest of my clothes.  Then I can… change back when…  Are you okay with me like this?”

“You are perfect,” I told him, pulling the shorts off my feet.  I considered leaving my light blue cami on, like tying the bottom of it into a knot and letting my belly show.  But it’s funny how restrictive my clothes suddenly felt, even a cami.  I wanted to get rid of Luc’s shirt, too.

I pulled off my top and tossed it on the little pile of clothing I’d started, including the clothes I’d worn here.  I was so glad Mia had told me this “date” was going to be like a big girl’s game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, so long as I wanted it to be, so I’d worn matching bra and panties.

“That’s a nice suit,” Lucas said, all eyes on me.  Of course, that was the idea.  It’s not like I was hiding my body.

I climbed onto the bed, taking a position on the colorful beach towel.  It was cute — with penguins on it.  “Gonna join me?”

Lucas visibly swallowed, then crossed his arms and drew off his tank top over his head.  He added it my pile.  He had a nice chest.  A really nice chest.  We haven’t had swimming, yet, in PE this year, and we haven’t had any sport where the boys play shirts-and-skins, so I haven’t really seen him shirtless, but this made up for it.  And his abs.  I love six-packs.  And his fuzzy treasure trail leading down inside the yellow trunks.

He climbed on the bed and lay down beside me, propped up on his elbow, just gazing at my eyes.

“I was… um… I was on Soccer this year, you know, and I saw you at one of the games,” he told me.  I could catch him taking quick peeks down my body, but he held my eyes.

“I know.  If I remember right, you were caked with mud by the end!”  I ran my finger along his shoulder.  I couldn’t help it.

“You wrote up a story about that game.  In the school newspaper.  It was the first time I’d made the paper,” he almost coughed.

“You stopped the other team from scoring.  Johnny and Rory and Esteban may have made the three goals, but you stopped, like, eight or ten shots-on-goal.  Goalie is the hero, I think I said.”  I know exactly what I wrote.  “Lucas Swieteck is the MVP on this year’s team.”

“You even spelled my name right,” he laughed.  I laughed, too; it broke a little tension, in a good way.  I wanted to keep the other tension going, though, and let my hand fall from his arm and trace his pecs.

“You’re going to burn,” I said, trying to keep the beach thing going.  “Good thing I have this sunscreen.”  I pretended to squirt lotion on him and let my hand roam across his chest and down his abs.  He let me and made sure I had access.

“Hey, you want to learn how to surf?” he asked, not entirely out of the blue.  We were on the beach, still, after all.

“Can you teach me?  Or just going to throw me in the water with a board, because I’ve done that with a boogie board, and wiped out spectacularly.”  I dragged up a memory, in case I needed details.

“No,” he smiled.  That smile.  “No grubbing.  Here, get up.”  He held out his hand.  I really wanted to keep lying there, but keeping it interesting was fun.

We stood on the bed, pretending the towel was a surfboard.  It was a little wobbly, so it substituted for the ocean just fine.

“I’ve been surfing in Florida a few times.  Daytona, when we weren’t playing on the boardwalk.  I have a friend there,” he said, a little shyly so I think it might have been a girl.  That’s okay.  If she exists, she’s twelve-hundred miles away.  “So, show me your stance,” he prompted.

I made like I was some mad surfer, posturing with my feet and arms out wide.  I gave him my best Jim Carrey.  “Surfs up, Big Kahuna!”

Lucas held me around my waist, pressing his body into mine from behind.  I closed my eyes and just breathed.   His hands slid down to my legs.  “Hmm, keep your feet apart about as wide as your shoulders, not so far out.  There you go.  And stay in the middle of the board.”

He squatted down and stroked my right foot as he told me, “Turn your back foot sideways, and bend your knees.”  He gently ran a finger behind my left knee until I was at the right height and angle, I guess.  Then he stood and molded himself into me, again, checking my stance.  “Keep your body relaxed, and your arms about as far as the edges of the board until you’re finding balance on a wave.  You’re not dancing.”

“You do know, huh?” I said, kind of impressed.  “So, like a cave girl,” I realized, hunching properly with him behind me.  “Not like I’m gonna take a —“

“Yeah, not like that.”

We just surfed for a bit, his hands releasing my waist and gliding up and down my sides.

“Did you wax?”

“Did I… what?”  Did he just ask if I waxed my vagina?  I was hoping he’d just find out, but…

“Your board.  Did you wax your board?”

Oh.  “No.  Just rented it and took it out,” I made up.

“Got to wax.  I like how you popped up, but your feet will get a better grip on the board if you wax it.  There’s a few kinds.  I use Sticky Bumps.  I’d avoid Sex Wax,” he said.

“That sounds unfortunate.  But so long as we avoid Sex Bumps…” I teased.  Lucas just groaned.  Hey, I thought it was a decent pun, seeing as it was my first surfing pun ever.

“Here comes a wave.  Get it!”

We rocked a little, putting pressure on each side of the “board” and then Lucas grabbed me and toppled us both over.  “Oh, no, we’ve wiped out!”

We wound up with him above me, his eyes looking down into mine with that spark of fun.  We both were laughing when I said, “Hey, I thought you said there’d be no grubbing!”  I’d barely said ‘grub’ when I saw his eyes change.  I guess he couldn’t take any more because he just shut me up with a kiss.  It didn’t stop, and I didn’t want it to.  I honestly don’t know how long we made out.  Our hands roamed, but he didn’t push under my bra, yet; with his tank top off, I didn’t have to worry about that and let my hands explore his back muscles and shoulders all I wanted.  When we finally broke the kiss, we just stared into each other’s eyes, like ‘Why did it take so long to find you?’

He swallowed and smiled.  “Hey, give me that bottle of sunscreen,” he said.  I gave him my pretend bottle and he switched about to sitting up.  I flipped onto my front, offering my back.  Hey, I’m not that easy.

I watched him behind me straddle my butt, just below my butt.  He pretend-shook the bottle and pretend-squirted the pretend stuff on my back, with a coordinating pretend noise.  I giggled at that and declared, “Hey, that’s cold!”

“I’ll warm you up.”  He began massaging my shoulders and back.

“You do have warm hands…”  His hands felt wonderful, making me melt inside.  They were a little rough, like he’d been doing some work in his yard and didn’t bother with hand lotion to soften them up.  A man’s hands.

And I could feel another part that belonged to a man, down below.  Oh… yes.  As he leaned forward to grab more of my shoulders, he let his hard, hard cock push between my ass cheeks.  God, I could hardly wait.

Then I felt my bra fall loose.  He undid the hooks so easily, I didn’t even know he was doing it.  “Don’t want tan lines…”

“No, I sure don’t.”  I braced myself up on my elbows and quietly drew my arms out of my bra straps.  I don’t even know if he noticed because his hands had moved lower onto the small of my back, and he shifted his seat, and his hands played at the hem of my panties.  I didn’t protest.  There’s the old saying that “Silence Gives Consent,” but I didn’t want him to have to guess.  I rolled my pelvis and his hands found my curve, sliding down and then back up inside my panties.

“I really need it there,” I moaned as his thumbs worked toward my core.

Then he tore my panties down.  I didn’t hear them tear — and I hope not because I really like these — but they came down so quickly.  “Damn thing’s in the way,” he muttered.

I was naked, but he wasn’t.

He was already kneeling by my side when I turned and pushed him off the bed to standing.  I didn’t say a word, just yanked those yellow trunks down to his knees — he could get them the rest of the way down, himself.

Then I saw it.  His cock.  Hard and pointing at me after the bounce from being released.  “Damn, that’s a nice cock,” I breathed.  I haven’t seen too many, but I knew that his was a nice cock.  His pubes were a little darker than his sandy hair, his balls hanging well, and a nice, long shaft with a light ring from being cut.  The head was a nice arrow shape — not flat or too round — and it looked so inviting that I forgot all about displaying myself properly for him and just dove onto that cock, taking it into my mouth and going to town.

“Oh, fuck…” Luc moaned.  “Ava….”

I had one hand on his ass and the other holding his cock and playing with his pubes.  I was on my side, still, propped on an elbow and could barely hold myself upright, and I think he felt that.  His hands had gone to my head, to my hair, but I was losing altitude and sliding forward.  He backed out of my mouth and helped me up, but I decided to show him what he was getting, and rolled onto my back.

Lucas just stood there, his hands still out from holding me like he forgot they were there, staring at my naked bod.  At my breasts.  At my pussy.

He climbed back onto the bed and found his height laying down, and kissed me.  “Ava, you’re beautiful.  I mean, normally you are — god, you’re so beautiful — and I don’t know if I deserve to see you like this.”

“Have you done something wrong?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

A cold shiver hit me suddenly.  “Do you have a girlfriend, right now, or…?”

“No.  I’m free.  I just… I’ve liked you for…”  He was searching for the right words, but it didn’t stop his hands from searching for my nipples.  “We were in World History last year, but nobody talked in that class.  And in PE, now…  And when I agreed to play the game…  When you agreed to play, did you…?”

“I thought it might be fun, meet someone, maybe do a little…” I admitted.  “But when I saw you at the door, Lucas… this is a dream come true.”

We both let that sink in.

Lucas is such a genuinely nice guy.  And not one that gets walked all over.  If you got in a fight with him, you’d probably lose.  And even now, when we’re naked, in bed, he cares about my reputation.  I think his friend Johnny is like that, too.  Lyla is lucky to have him.  I don’t know why he let her play Mia’s game.  How do you watch her walk off with Conor?  For me and Lucas, I know he had a girlfriend last year, and I think this summer, but I didn’t really keep tabs on him.  I had a boyfriend or two, as well.   I’ve just liked Lucas from afar, from the other side of the classroom or the gym.  A cute boy I’d like to be with.  Somehow, the forces of the universe aligned and here we are.

“I don’t…” I started, searching for the right words, like he had been.  “I don’t do this all the time, first date.  First mystery date.  But god, Lucas, I want to now.”

We started making out again.  “You okay out here on the beach?” he asked between kisses.  He brought the edge of the sister’s comforter up.  “Want to go in a cabana or…?”

I pushed his arm and comforter back down.  “I like the sand.  Got a good beach towel.”

He broke the kiss and moved down my body, kissing my neck and my chest, stopping to caress and suck on my breasts.  Eventually, his left hand explored downward and found my pubes while I did my best to keep holding onto and stroking his cock.  Then his fingers found their way inside me, inside my trim little pussy.  Do I wax it?  Maybe… but just downtown.  I like to keep the big labia clean.  And… Oh, the tease!  He had a light touch but knew what he was doing, flicking my clit and entering me, drawing out my juices.

He was going to bring me off.  Yes, he was.  But I wanted to hold him.  I wanted him to fuck me.  I needed to feel him on top of me and to put that cock inside me.

I held him, and moved his body between my open legs.  He still didn’t take position to fuck me, though.  He slid down my body, instead.  “Want to head down the beach?” he asked.  “I want to play in the surf for a bit, okay?”

And… oh my god…  Luc’s fucking tongue was magic.  I’d wanted him in my arms, but now I locked him in-place with my ankles.  Time went… time… I don’t fucking know how long Luc was down there.  I think the sister had an alarm clock nearby but I didn’t fucking care!  Cal, my old boyfriend, tried this with me, but it just never did it for me.  And that oaf Conor lapped at my pussy like a dog then jumped on me.  Lucas was taking his time and had my juices flowing.  I was about to cum.

I tried to think of some beach pun, something about the tide or the surf, but had nothing.  And it’s just as well — I couldn’t speak.

But I could scream, and I did scream and I wailed and cooed, just like Mia down somewhere else in this house, we could all hear.  I did think of waves, though, as my orgasm pulsed through me and my body shook.  I thought of waves, and I knew I couldn’t let this one go.

Lucas gave me a break and allowed me to recover, to breathe, but just stayed below, playing with my pubes.  I opened my eyes and caught his smile.

“Sun’s in my eyes, though, Lucas.  And yeah, too many people around,” I groaned as I floated.  “How about the boardwalk?  Can I go under the boardwalk?  Can you be my boardwalk?”  I put out my hands to him.  I wanted to pull him on top of me.

Lucas got up and wiped his chin, then left the bed.  I wondered where to, and I saw him getting something from the shopping bag he brought.  He held up a strip of three condoms.  Good.  Good.  We didn’t need to have a conversation.  I beckoned him over toward me.  Laying on his front had made him a little softer than he needed to be, so I stroked his nice cock back to full, and helped put the condom on him.

Lucas climbed back on the bed, got between my legs, and finally placed his body over me.  “Tide’s starting to come in.  Very wet down where we were.  Have to move to higher ground under the pier.”  His arms above to either side of me.  Strong pilings to hold up his pier.  My pier.  Fuck it.  He’s mine.

Lucas mounted me and slowly, oh-so-slowly, let that cock slide inside me.  I cried an “Ohhhh!” and then we fucked.  I think I’d been waiting to feel this since I saw him at the bedroom door.  No mistake.  He felt so good — in my arms, in my mouth, in my… in me.  This was meant to be.

He started slow.  Slow and long.  All the way in, all the way out (almost), then back in, and again and again.  Then he got faster.  Faster and, little by little, harder.  Faster and harder.  He wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked.

All I could do was moan and make little screams as he thrust inside me.  I wanted to call out to him, tell him how much I loved what he was doing, how he was making me feel, talk dirty and tell him to fuck me!  But I couldn’t.  Me — an articulate newspaper reporter, the entire English language at my command and some Spanish, and I couldn’t come up with anything but, “Ahhh… ahhh-AHHH!… Ah-uh-ah-ahhh!” and you won’t even be able to hear the musicality of how I sang those “ahs.”  And, “Lucas… oh, Luc…”  That I said about a hundred times.

Lucas was fairly quiet, but very intense with his moans and his breathing.  But I’ll say one thing he might be embarrassed about but I loved… he growled!  He’d been fucking me upright — on his knees pulling me into him when he dropped forward on top of me, again.  His head was on my shoulder, on my neck and in my hair, when he growled while fucking me, and then he bit my shoulder a few times.  Not hard, just grabbed me with his teeth.  No marks.  That really turned me on!

And then Lucas came.  He came before I did, and he deserved it, but I came right after he did.  It was one of those that as I felt him go stiff and convulse, his cock kicking inside me, the feeling just sent me over the edge.  I had never cummed at the same time as anyone, before.

I don’t want to make any more cute jokes about making love with Lucas, but like the lady says in that movie Thelma and Louise, I’d been fucked proper.  If I didn’t think it might scare him away, I might’ve told Lucas that I was already in love with him.  I supposed I should go out on a real date with him, first, though.  A couple-few.  Then I still might wait for him to say it to me, first.  But I’ll be waiting.  It would be Christmas in a month’s time.

Afterwards, as we laid there in our sweat and Lucas took off his condom, I told him, “Luc, we’re gonna need all three of those things!”

He bundled the thing up in some tissue on the sister’s nightstand, then came back to me.  Came back to holding me.

“Ava, this was the best, ever.  But, are we…?  Can we be together?  Will you go out with me?  Be mine?”  He looked at me so honest, so… earnest.

I wanted to laugh for the right reason, but didn’t want to send the absolute wrong message.  “Lucas, I am yours.  You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, mister.”

He kissed me, there on the pretend beach, long and hard and tender, and we kissed until the tide came in and I waxed my board and popped up and I rode his wave this time.

Continued in Part 3

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