Everything changed for me some time ago. My fascination with young boys began when, one night at a club, I met a young man who took me back to his house. We spent the night together, but in the morning, I met his brother Brian, a twelve-year-old boy who had awakened my inner boy lover. His young, soft, and tight body blew off the lid that had been firmly attached for so many years. I took the boy’s virginity, and we made love the rest of the day. In the first few months, we had met in secret. We had many opportunities to do this since his parents were gone a lot, and his big brother, Steve, couldn’t care less about what his little brother was up to.
But after about a year, Brian started growing. His voice broke, his muscles expanded, and his long, slender cock wasn’t that slender anymore. And his watery cum, which was like nectar from the gods themselves, thickened and got muskier with each time he came. And he came a lot when we were together. He was still plenty of fun in the sack, but he just didn’t give me that energetic spark I felt when this had all started. When we’d met, he was quite the innocent boy; that year later, he’d become a very worldly young man.
Thankfully, he knew how to keep his mouth shut. It would have been easy for him to brag about me to his friends, but he just wasn’t like that. We came close to being busted once, but that was when he stayed over at my place. Later, it turned out to be the last time I’d had sex with him, and I was in the kitchen making us early breakfast. I heard the door open, and my heart stopped. It was my roommate Gemma, who was home way too early.
“What an asshole!” Gemma sighed as she threw her keys on the counter and sat at the table. Her blonde hair hung in her face, so she quickly pulled it into a ponytail. Her stylish clothes looked like she’d dressed in a hurry. She was supposed to be spending the night at this one guy’s house, an asshole’s house, apparently.
My mind was racing. Brian was in my room and didn’t know Gemma was home. I didn’t stage the couch with blankets this time because Gemma never came home this early, and I wasn’t going to drive Brian home until ten.
I tried acting cool and asked, “I thought you said he was such a great guy and gentleman?”
“Well… he was. Until his wife came home unexpectedly. He said he’d divorced her, but- oh?”
I looked at what Gemma was looking at since she stopped talking and was staring wide-eyed at my bedroom door. Brian was standing there in all his naked glory, looking freaked out.
“I… I can’t find fresh towels,” he said, quickly getting his act together.
He didn’t act shy or try to cover up, which, as I later learned, saved me. I saw a glimmer in Gemma’s eyes, but she didn’t say anything. Gemma and I walked around the apartment without clothes whenever it suited us, but it was just us. This was different.
“They’re in the bathroom. Come on, I’ll show you,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded.
“I’ve already put my sheets in your bedroom,” he said as we headed to the bathroom.
“Thanks!” I answered and flashed him a thumbs-up for his quick thinking.
As we entered the bathroom, I breathed a sigh of relief, and Brian pretended to wipe his forehead with a relieved expression.
When I returned to the kitchen, Gemma looked at me. There wasn’t any judgment on her face, just curiosity. I weighed my options. I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth. She wouldn’t understand.
“It’s almost impossible to get some clothes on that kid,” I said casually, “He’d walk around naked all day if I’d let him.”
She grew a smile and said, “I figured that much. Why don’t you let him?” she grinned, cleared her throat, and continued, “Since, uhm… he’s hung like a pony…”
“Gem!” I said, acting offended but glad she didn’t judge.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice!”
“Yeah… well…” I pretended to stammer, “he is…”
“He’s looking mighty fine! In a year or two, I’d take his cherry in a heartbeat,” Gemma chuckled.
I shook my head and pretended to be busy with breakfast.
“What!?” Gemma pressed, “Didn’t you see the ass on that boy?”
“I did,” I said evasively.
“Fuck! And that snake between his legs…”
“You’re still horny… he’s barely thirteen, Gem…”
“I know. But still…”
After Brian had taken his shower, he was smart enough to stay naked to keep up the pretense of walking around naked all the time. He later told me he’d heard Gemma and me talking while he was in the bathroom and figured this was the smart thing to do. And after I pressed on a little, he admitted that he liked the attention.
But to me, this whole thing was too close for comfort. I thought about it extensively but decided I needed to end this. We had another Saturday evening planned where I’d stay the night at his house and leave Sunday afternoon. I decided that this would be the last time I’d fuck my little lover boy. The fact that I felt nervous like a schoolgirl for breaking up with this almost fourteen-year-old boy was all the confirmation I needed.
When Brian answered the door that night, he was fully dressed, which was uncommon for him. Usually, on such a night, he’d be in just his tight boxers, showcasing his prominent bulge. The look on his face wasn’t too promising, either.
“What’s up, Bri?” I asked as he stepped outside and closed the door.
“I… I… I think we need to…” he stammered, and I could see a tear form in the corner of his eye.
“Did someone find out about us!?” I asked, panic clearly seeping through.
Thankfully, he shook his head. It turned out that his parents had another huge fight and were finally getting a divorce. Right now, his mother was gone for about another hour to arrange everything for their departure, and his father was off to his mistress. Their aunt was there to look after the kids, but she was in the dining room with Steve.
Brian and his mother would move in with his other aunt in Hawaii for at least half a year, and Steve would stay here with his father. It was all really sudden, but based on the stories Brian had told me, it was not that unexpected, at all. Brian assured me that Steve and his aunt would stay in the dining room that night so we could still do sexy stuff in his room. But that would be way too risky, so we just talked for a while.
Brian insisted we’d stay in touch by texting each other. I told him about the risks of being exposed, and he agreed. We’d keep things to a bare minimum and decided on no pics.
It turned out, not surprisingly, that the breakup with the young Adonis was easier for me than for him. He did send me a couple of nudes, which I carefully stored in a hidden, encrypted folder in my computer and were masturbation material for months. But after a while, Brian got himself a girlfriend, and our contact faded, which was fine. Sad, but fine. Being the one who took his virginity at a young age, and therefore being in his memories forever, was such a great consolation.
I think the breakup was easier for me because it coincided with the start of my new career. I had a degree in Art that I wasn’t using, and despite all my efforts to land a decent job, I was once again unemployed. The excuse to let me go this time? The company’s dire economic situation required cutbacks. It wasn’t me. No! If it was up to my manager, she’d never let me go.
It didn’t matter. This was another dead-end job, anyway. My fourth job in four years. I needed to find that one thing I liked and was good at. The only problem was that this was easier said than done. I was thinking about my options as I entered the apartment.
“Huh!? Back already?” Gemma asked, buck naked and drying her hair as the steam from her shower exited the bathroom.
My eyes quickly roamed over her firm tits and tight ass, but she immediately noticed something was up.
She sat down at the table and looked worriedly at me. “What’s up, Carol?”
I sighed, sat down opposite her, and said, “I’m laid off. Again!”
“No!” Gemma exclaimed with her face full of disbelief, “Fuck that! Why!?”
“Something about the economic downturn or some shit like that. Don’t know, don’t care,” I said as I slumped down in my chair, trying to act blasé about it.
Gemma held her head in her hands and said, “Fuck, Carol! Why?”
“I wish I knew. I guess it’s finally time to call my dad.”
My father was a pretty successful businessman. He had a couple clothing stores in the area, and business was booming. Dad and Mom divorced, then it was just me and Dad for a time. After a while, Dad met a wonderful woman whom he married. We got along well, and after the wedding, we were a typical family again.
I had a carefree life, and when I went to college, Dad paid for everything. He wasn’t overly excited when I chose a more artistic major, but when I explained that this would help him in his business since I combined it with an economics minor, he was okay with it and never gave me a hard time about it.
But I didn’t want to go and work for him after I graduated. I wanted to spread my wings and find out for myself what was out there. After we talked about this, my father accepted my choice and actually encouraged me to live my own life. So, I found myself a lovely apartment in the city, and together with my best friend from college, Gemma, we moved in there.
“I can cough up the rent on my own for a while, and you know that!” Gemma told me.
“But I don’t wanna live out of your pocket, and you know that, too,” I said and tried to smile at my naked best friend.
“It will only be temporary. It’s more important that you’ll get a job you like.”
“You’re the best, Gem!” I sighed, feeling relieved and glad I had such a good friend.
“Alright. Let’s make a list of things you’re good at and things you like,” Gemma said and looked for a pen and a piece of paper.
She got to her feet and walked over to the living room. As my eyes were fixed on her naked ass, I started thinking about what I liked. I knew exactly what I liked, but I couldn’t say that to her.
When Gemma came back, she’d put on her silk kimono and was carrying two glasses, a bottle of white wine, and her laptop. I joined her on the couch. As she filled the glasses, I smiled at her cleavage. Her kimono hung open and was closed below her belly button. Her nipples were hidden by the silky fabric, but just barely. Our first and only attempt at having sex together hadn’t been a great success. Otherwise, I’d probably be all over her by now.
“Alright. You have your Theater and Arts degree that you’re not really using, but that’s a start. Now… a list. What are your strengths?” Gemma asked as she held out her glass and touched mine.
Yeah, what were they? When I went to college, it was mostly to party. I didn’t fail any classes, though. I got an Art degree and studied various forms like directing theatre, fashion design, and I did makeup for the theater and student films. Still, I actually did better in my business classes.
“I… uhm…” I stammered, feeling a bit uneasy about opening myself up this much, “I’m creative?”
“Creative…” Gemma said as she started typing, “we can work with that. What else?”
I chuckled and said, “I give killer head…”
Gemma laughed at that and said, “There are some jobs where this is a huge plus…”
“I don’t think I’m looking for such a job…”
She looked thoughtfully in the distance and said, “We’d make a great couple as exclusive and expensive prostitutes, you know?” and she smiled broadly.
I smiled back at her and realized once again how much Gemma and I looked alike. Tight, fit bodies that we liked to show off in the gym three nights a week, where we’d turn lots of heads as we walked around. We’d squeeze ourselves into tight-fitting yoga pants and equally tight crop tops to show off our asses and C-cup breasts perfectly, and the cleavage was admired by all the men around us each time we bent over. Gemma’s blonde hair, as opposed to my dark-brown locks, was the main difference between us, really.
“If this doesn’t work out, I can always make a career move,” I said seriously.
She shook her head, “I don’t think it’ll help my career, though,” Gemma sighed.
Gemma was a fantastic marketing strategist. She interned at one of the best firms in the area, and they snapped her up when it was done. She’s rising fast and has her eye on becoming the youngest VP in the history of the company. She could easily afford an apartment of her own, but she said she liked my company and the down-to-earth vibe the neighborhood oozed. I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I sure wished my life was as much on-track as Gemma’s.
“So… you’re creative with blowing a guy… what else?”
“I like shopping… and I keep up with the latest trends…” I said weakly and shrugged. God! I sounded like Paris Hilton but without her money. What did I really want to do?
“Good. Go on…”
“I’d like to do something with clothes or costumes. I loved the backstage work in the theater I did when I was in college. But there’s hardly any work in that. It’s just that… I wish I could do more in that area than just picking up the phone and processing orders, you know?”
“Yeah. I get that. We need to find something more related to that. Anything else we can add to the list?” Gemma asked.
“I… I like kids?”
Gemma looked at me with a surprised look on her face. We’d talked about this before, and we both agreed we didn’t want to have kids. This was too much of a hassle and would limit us in how we wanted to live our lives. So, I could understand the surprised face.
I shrugged and said, “During one of the company’s fundraisers, I had to watch several groups of boys, and I had a great time. They listened to me and behaved themselves without any problems.”
“Did you promise to show them your tits if they behaved?” Gemma laughed.
I had to admit that this had been a tempting idea and had crossed my mind at the time. But the groups of ten- to thirteen-year-old boys I’d supervised had already been ogling my cleavage and ass constantly, so there really had been no need for promises. I’d even seen a couple of tented pants and became instantly wet at the realization that I was the cause of that.
“Maybe…” I said, making Gemma roll her eyes.
“You’re evil, you know that?” Then she considered. “Well, you did have fun babysitting that Brian kid.”
So, Gemma and I talked some more about what I liked and didn’t like. By the time we emptied our second bottle of wine, I was feeling a pretty strong alcohol buzz. Thinking about Brian got me a little horny. Seeing Gemma’s kimono slip open got me even hornier. I put my arms around her. “I don’t want to think about this anymore tonight,” I whined.
“What do you want to do, then?” Gemma asked, as tipsy as I was.
That was a loaded question. I decided to give it a shot. “I want to lick your pussy.”
I could see Gemma think it over. “All right.”
With delight, I pulled open her kimono and pushed her back on the couch.
* * *
The following day, after having moved together to her bedroom and making a better-than-before effort at fun sex, I woke up with a slight hangover. Not too bad because we’d taken time out to eat some leftovers in the fridge, and I had a bottle of water. But Gemma was awake early, so I missed out on waking up with her. She came back naked from the washroom, sat on the bed, and looked me in the eyes.
“I’ve got it!” Gemma softly said but didn’t say anything else.
“What?!” I asked, sitting up and waiting for her answer.
“Don’t judge me here. And hear me out before you say anything. Promise?”
“Of course!” I answered, curious as hell by now.
“What do boys hate doing?” Gemma asked.
“Uhm… showering. Going to church. Eating vegetables… lots of things.”
“Shopping for clothes!” Gemma exclaimed as if she’d just solved world hunger.
“Right…” I said, not sure where this was going.
“And their mothers maybe hate taking their kids shopping even more. So… you take them shopping for new outfits. For a small commission, of course…”
I had to let this sink in for a moment. Take boys out shopping? I was good at shopping. And by focusing on boys, I might even see a couple of them in their underwear. Just like with Brian before he stepped into bed with me and his soft, firm body pressed….
“Carol!? Hello??” Gemma said, snapping me half out of my daydream.
“I… I’m sorry. I think that’s…” I forced myself not to react too excitedly, “You know what!? I like it!”
“I know you’re actually good at shopping. I’ve seen you do it enough to know that much. And the little brother from that Steve guy you babysat a couple of times… he adores you! You just need a good marketing campaign and ridiculously overvalue yourself so the society ladies who are too busy screwing their tennis instructors think you’re the best – because you’re not gonna get the soccer moms. I’ll do the marketing for free, of course,” Gemma said, being the torrent of words she could be when she was excited about something.
“A Personal Shopper. I think this could actually work, you know?” I said, feeling hyped after the idea sunk in a little.
“Of course, it will! But you’ll need a logo… and a name… and…”
“StyleFocus,” I said, interrupting my best friend.
She thought about it for a moment and nodded approvingly. “That’ll work.” The rest of the day was filled with the design of the overall look and feel for the public image of my business: logos, a website, and a mission statement. We contacted my father and showed him what we’d come up with. He said he liked the concept of my company, and we set up a business relationship with his stores. He was delighted to be a part of it, and Gemma got to add his business to her company’s clients.
That day, StyleFocus was born. And I’m still grateful to this day that my best friend Gemma assisted with its birth.
My new career turned out to be even better than expected. Most of my charges were nine and ten-year-old boys, dozens of them in this first year. They were cool, but only there to pay the bills. My main interest was in the eleven to thirteen-year range. Those were the most fun on multiple levels. I’ve taken out over fifty of these. Seventeen of them were very cute twelve-year-olds. Yes, I keep detailed records of them on my laptop. I noticed that in the thirteen-year range, the boys were becoming more independent, so this group, unfortunately, was the smallest. But this wouldn’t stop me from trying to get into their pants…
End of part two
Copyright 2024 – Jason Crow All rights reserved
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Where it began, I can’t begin to know when. All I knew was that right now, I was doing the thing I liked best, and it was currently lighting up my entire insides. My tits were tingling all over, and my pussy was already soaking wet. The reason for this was simple. My thumbs were inside this thirteen-year-old boy’s boxer briefs, slowly pulling them down here in the clothing store fitting room.
“Ohh, yeah…” Damian whispered hoarsely above me.
“Mhhh…” I purred.
His small bush of reddish-colored pubes came into view. There were a couple more hairs there than the last time I looked at his pubes. Gazing at him, I felt my pussy tremble. Two seconds later, his hard, almost four-inch cock sprang free. It was so stiff it hardly bounced as it was freed from its confinement. Without waiting a second longer, I wrapped my mouth around his slender cockhead.
“Ohhh!!” Damian moaned above me, and he placed his hands on my head.
This was what my little lover liked best! I kept my mouth around his cock and let my tongue explore his spongy cut dickhead while my hands kept pulling down his purple and white striped boxers. My eyes moved up over his scrawny chest, seeking his eyes. When our eyes met, I made a show of licking his small dick like a popsicle and smiled inwardly at his hornier-than-horny face.
My hands moved up to cup his small and hairless but extremely tight ass, and I went for it for real. I knew that no matter what I did, this boy would cum quickly, anyway, since he’d anticipated this moment for weeks. But I wanted him to have fun. And there was almost nothing better than having a young cock in my mouth, so I wanted to enjoy the feeling of this slim tube of flesh the best I could.
I kept bobbing up and down, feeling his ass muscles move under my fingers. I considered aiming for his hole for a brief moment, but as the pitch of his moans grew higher, I focused all my attention on his cock. He was getting close.
I cupped his grape-sized balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. This would delay his orgasm for about another thirty seconds, and I let my tongue explore the entire length of his rock-hard dick. I loved the texture of his shaft and made sure to lick it everywhere I could. But when he approached the inevitable point of no return, I focused on the underside of his glans.
Up until now, at barely thirteen years old, just half my age, Damian had shot blanks. But in the car ride over here, he boasted that he could shoot, now. I sure hoped this was true and that it was not just a tiny drop on his piss slit. The good thing was that I was about to find out any second now. I released his balls, and I moved my hand under my skirt, where my pantyless pussy was aching for some relief.
“I’m… Ohh… I think I… oohhh!” Damian groaned above me and started moving his hips.
My right hand was still on his firm ass, and I made sure he couldn’t move his hips too much. I had to hold on as if my life depended on it as he tried fucking my face frantically. The moment his fingers dug into my skull and his thin cock fattened a little, I let the fingers of my left hand rub through my slit briefly. I didn’t want to cum yet, but the tension and anticipation was simply too much for me to handle. I shoved his boxers down to his ankles, ready for him to step out of them. He kicked them toward the fitting room mirror.
Damian groaned loudly and suddenly kept perfectly still as his penis started kicking in my mouth. This was it. Would I be treated with… Oh yes! After two violent kicks of his cock, a small but powerful blast hit me at the back of my throat. And a second one landed on my tongue immediately after the first. I would never, ever grow tired of the taste of young boy spunk. It was a bazillion times better than the thick, musky stuff older guys shot. Granted, that was also pretty enjoyable, but the sweet, watery stuff that didn’t contain actual sperm yet – that was the best. By far! And I was treated with two small globs and a little dribble from the tip that I eagerly lapped up.
“Ohhh…” Damian exhaled, coming down from his orgasm.
I let go of his ass, and he immediately dropped into the chair behind him. I smiled at the goofy expression he always had after an orgasm and was pleased to see his cock was still sticking up and hadn’t lost any of its stiffness.
“That was… it was… I did, didn’t I?” he asked, still panting a bit. He reached forward to touch my hair, wrapping one of my loose, dark-brown curls in his fingers.
“You sure did. You actually shot some cum!” I said as I let his sperm swirl through my mouth, savoring the taste as long as possible. I licked my lips for him. “So good…”
“It… I… oh, wow!” he exclaimed and slumped back in the chair.
I was so horned up by now that I just had to do something. My hand was under my skirt, lightly caressing my pussy. Damian looked at me and said, “I wanna see your tits…”
I still don’t know if he was aware of the effect this had on me. Seducing young boys was one thing, but being bossed around by them was even hotter. So, even if I wanted to resist, there was no way I could. I was like wax in his hands, and my hands almost involuntarily started lifting my shirt. The moment my breasts were revealed and the cool air made my nipples grow even harder, I heard Damian whisper a soft, “Oh, wow…” as if he was looking at my tits for the very first time.
I pushed my chest forward a bit, and as his eyes drank in the sight of my exposed boobs, I bit my lower lip. In his lap, his dick gave a violent twitch, and I knew he was more than ready for more. Yet another perk of fucking young boys. Even after cumming seconds ago, seeing my tits and the idea of fucking me kept him going.
“Can I… I mean… is it okay if we, you know…”
“We’ve talked about this, Hotshot…” I said, my eyes still on his rock-hard cock.
“Oh, right… I, uhm…” he cleared his throat, sat up straight and said, “I wanna fuck you, Carol. Get naked.”
“Ohh! That’s more like it, Hotshot!” I hissed, got up, and unzipped my skirt.
As it fell to the floor, Damian’s eyes roamed up and down over my body unabashedly. His hand gripped his cock and gave it an absentminded squeeze. I needed that cock inside me as soon as possible, so I lay down on the carpeted floor and spread my legs. Getting fucked on the floor wasn’t my first choice, but it was the quickest way to get him inside. Damian complained last time about how he couldn’t get a decent grip with his knees or feet on the room’s couch. So, by doing it on the floor, he could get rough if he wanted to. I knew I wanted that…
His eyes were glued to my cunt, and with my left hand, I spread my lips for him while my right pinched my nipple. He swallowed audibly and got off the chair. As he dropped to his knees between my legs, his boner hardly moved. Of all the boys I’ve seen naked and erect, Damian undoubtedly had the stiffest cock of them all. Unfortunately, he had lost his act about being in control and became a little boy again. I didn’t mind too much, though, as I watched his cockhead inch closer and closer to my sopping-wet entrance.
“There you go…” I whispered as the tip of his dick touched my pussy lips.
“Ohhh, Carol… You’re so freakin’ hot!” he said while looking in my eyes.
He talked about tits and fucking before, but when it finally came to actually fucking me, he always got this focused look on his face. This little red-headed cutie was adorable! But when he pushed himself inside with one strong push and his pubes mashed against mine, all this cuteness was gone, and he was my little fuck-boy again. He entered me for the third time since I met him, and it was just as hot as when he had before. There wasn’t the thrill of taking a boy’s virginity, but Damian compensated for this by tirelessly pistoning in and out of me. This kid had a stamina that a grown man would envy.
Feeling my clit being squashed under his small frame almost pushed me over the edge right away. His stiff little cock had such an upward angle that his dickhead rubbed over my G-spot with every thrust of his bony hips. Damian didn’t wait for me to get accustomed to being fucked. He just went for it, and I loved that about him.
He breathed a little laugh, and I noticed he was looking beyond me. He was watching himself fucking me in the room’s tri-fold mirror, the little scamp! “Who’s that boy over there?” I playfully asked.
“That’s me,” he replied between slams. “Me fucking you…”
“What are you doing?” I encouraged him.
“Fucking you… fucking your pussy!”
“Yeah, fuck my pussy…”
My hands cupped his firm little ass as the good feeling started washing over me. Feeling the bones of his hips slam against my thighs was another turn-on. I knew I’d be sore for the rest of the day down there, but damn! This boy was good! After three or four slams of his pubic bone against my clit, and the overstimulation of my G-spot, I came. It was sudden and unexpected, but a fantastic orgasm nevertheless!
But Damian didn’t seem to care. He just kept on pounding away, his mouth a little open, and his eyes unfocused. He was in the zone! The best thing was that I knew this wasn’t the end of it. I would come a couple of times more before he’d freeze, and his hard little cock would kick violently inside my pussy, triggering my final orgasm.
Thankfully, I was right! After four somewhat smaller orgasms, my little lover froze in my arms, and he threw his head back. The muscles in his neck tensed, his shoulders were shaking to hold himself upright, and he grunted deeply. And sure enough, a heartbeat later, his little cock started kicking, which sent me over the edge for the final time. This final push of his pelvis was the one that really did it! My little stud managed to do his magic once again. I came hard, and my belly muscles contracted so sharply that I had to bend my body a little. Damian didn’t care. He was in a world of his own as he came back down from his second orgasm in under ten minutes.
He dropped his body on top of mine and was panting heavily. I loved feeling the weight of his thin body on top of mine. His head was lying on my chest, and I smelled his freshly washed red hair. My hands caressed his back as he regained his breath. His skin felt velvety under my fingers, smooth with a light sheen of perspiration.
After a couple of moments, Damian asked, “Did you pee?”
“No. Your cock made me cum so hard that I spurted a bit, too.”
“Cool! Now we both can shoot,” he chuckled.
I gave him a tight hug and patted him on his ass. It was time to go now. Good thing he was okay with the clothes I showed him after we entered the changing room here at The Style Haven. But then again, he’d also be okay if I’d picked out a summer dress for him instead of the jeans and tops. And I couldn’t blame him, considering what we did instead of trying on clothes.
“Can we do this again next week?” he asked as he stepped into his boxer briefs.
“I’m sorry, Hotshot. That would make your mom suspicious, don’t you think?”
He sighed deeply, looked at the floor, and disappointedly said, “Guess you’re right.”
“But don’t worry! This means it’ll be even more fun next time,” I said, and I could see his frown turn into a smile. “Don’t forget, holidays will be here soon, and you need a new outfit for church!”
We finished dressing, and I gathered the clothing items that Damian would be taking home today. I made the purchase on my special account, and we headed out to my car. During the drive home, we made small talk as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. With Damian, I had no concerns whatsoever about him accidentally talking to his mom or his friends about us. He wasn’t a bragger or a talker, and he didn’t have lots of friends.
His mother was pleased with the result and thanked me for helping her out. But when Damian walked off for a moment to put the bags into his room, his mother whispered, “I think he has a crush on you!”
My heart froze.
“It’s so cute!” she chuckled, “He takes a shower before you get here, and he acts all nervous when he’s waiting for you.”
“I… uhm…” I tried to smile like I was embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, dear! You know how boys are. I think it’s adorable. He shou…”
Damian was back and smiled warmly at me. His mother laid her hands on his shoulders and said, “Thanks again, Carol. Are we square?”
“Yes. The transaction should appear on your account tomorrow. Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to return,” I said so professionally.
“I’d like to add a little something for you…” she hinted.
“No need,” I assured Damian’s mother. “I get plenty of satisfaction just seeing him smile!” When he cums inside of me…. I added mentally. “Damian is a great kid.”
“What do you say to Carol?” his mother asked, clearly not yet accustomed to the idea her son wasn’t nine years old anymore.
“Thanks, Carol!” he said timidly, but couldn’t hide the sparkle in his eye.
“No problem, Hotshot,” I said and winked at him. “Thanks for choosing StyleFocus as your Personal Shopper,” I said to his mother.
I turned around and waved goodbye over my shoulder. After I started the car and drove off, my heartbeat finally started to calm. A couple of moments later, my phone rang, and it was my dad.
“Hey, Dad!”
“Hey, Pumpkin. You’re coming over later?”
“Of course! Today is the first anniversary of StyleFocus. We need to celebrate!”
I was shaken out of my thoughts by the ringing of the school bell. Almost nothing that Mr. Anderson had told us during class had entered my mind. The only thing that had broken through was the sight of the boys jogging back to the locker room, all muddy, thinking about how they’d soon be naked and showering… And by now, my pussy was so wet, the moisture was seeping into my panties. There was no denying how much I liked how Xander had felt inside me. No. How much I had loved it!
As this realization landed, I made a promise to myself. I needed to get fucked by a decent-sized cock, by a guy who wasn’t only thinking about himself. This probably meant that my hunting grounds in school might have to include the lower social groups like the geeks and nerds. But I didn’t care about that at all. Oh, and also the guy has to be able to get it up for a girl. So, no gay guys. Too bad!
I had to think about the ground rules I would have to set for myself and who would fit my bill. But I’d have the rest of the day to do that. Mom and Dad wouldn’t be home until late this evening due to something at Dad’s work. So, I felt pretty pleased with myself and happy that I might get fucked again and actually enjoy myself doing it this time.
After I opened the door, I heard a sound I couldn’t quite place, so I closed it as quietly as I could. It couldn’t be my annoying little brother, could it? We barely acknowledged each other, so I didn’t keep track of his schedule, but didn’t he have that Volleyball thing he signed up for after school?
I tiptoed over to the kitchen. It appeared the sound was coming from out there. When I peeked inside, I saw my little brother, Liam, sitting at the kitchen table, head in his hands, and judging by his shaking shoulders, he was crying his eyes out. His red hair seemed to dance every time his shoulders shook.
My brother and I weren’t close. He was a little over a year younger than me, and we were both in different social circles and in different grades at school, he was in sixth, and I was in seventh, so we kind of avoided each other. We hardly ever fought over anything, but we didn’t talk much, either, because we just weren’t in each other’s lives.
Back at our old house, we were both so busy with our friends, I basically only saw him at breakfast and dinner. He had a lot of friends back home. He was always out at their houses, or they came over, and they locked themselves in his bedroom, playing games, or my mom was driving him and a bunch of other kids to soccer practice or his Little League baseball games. I had Xander and my own friends to hang out with, wander the city, causing trouble, and pretending to do homework with.
When Mom and Dad announced we were moving, Liam and I ended up connecting a little more. Liam probably hated the move even more than I did. We weren’t suddenly best friends or anything, but we did grow a bit closer. Having a common enemy—like the move—helped us bond.
When we started school here this week, we went back to our separate lives. Mom always told me I was too self-centered and needed to think about others once in a while. But once I was at school, I didn’t give my brother a second thought, again. We were both trying to find new friends in our new surroundings. He needed to sort his shit out on his own, just like I did. I doubted he thought any different. Clinging to each other at lunch wouldn’t help us.
But now, seeing him cry for all he was worth made me feel guilty for not looking out for him. A pang of selfishness hit me at that moment, and I felt like an asshole. I took a deep breath and walked over to him.
“Hey,” I said softly and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Liam clearly didn’t hear me come in because the moment my hand touched his shoulder, he almost jumped out of his skin.
“Em!” he said, and seeing it was me, he relaxed and eased back into the chair.
“I thought you signed up for Boys Volleyball tryouts today,” I pulled from my memory.
“It’s A through L today, M to Z tomorrow,” he sniffled.
“So… s’up?” I asked and sat down across the table.
“You know what’s up,” he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffing loudly.
My mind went into overdrive. What did I miss? Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said or didn’t say? I frantically tried to figure out what it could be but came up with nothing.
“I… I’m sorry, but… no…” I stammered.
“Don’t tell me you’ve missed the one thing the entire school is talking about! I know you’ve heard about it, and you laughed just as hard as everyone else!”
He sounded angry, frustrated, and confused, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. He brushed them off quickly, almost violently. By now, it started to dawn on me what was going on. Was he the…? No!
“Were you the boy that was pushed into…”
“YES! I WAS!” he shouted as he interrupted me, “Funny shit, huh?” he continued angrily and did his best to not cry again, but his tears came, anyway.
Oh, wow! My little brother was being bullied by his classmates, and I wasn’t there to help him. I felt incredibly guilty about it. I felt guilty before, but now I really had a reason to.
“No, Liam! That shit isn’t funny!” I said seriously, looking into his eyes.
I placed my hand on his and softly said, “I heard it had happened, but I had no idea it was you. No one mentioned the boy’s name. Hell, I don’t think anybody in the school even knows our names yet. The one girl who speaks to me calls me ‘Red’ for Christ’s sake!”
He pulled back immediately and cast his eyes to the table. I usually didn’t even think about him, and now, I felt so sorry for him! I needed to find a way to help him or at least cheer him up. But then it dawned on me! I needed to let him talk. Talking to Xander about my first time with Ryan had helped me a lot, so I figured this was pretty much the same.
“Can you tell me what happened?” I tried.
Liam looked at me to see if I was making fun of him, but apparently, he saw that I was dead serious. He took a deep breath. “After gym class was over, I was minding my own business at my locker. I didn’t make a lot of friends yet, but the guys sitting around me were cool and we were talking about the stupid rope climbing the teacher made us do as we were getting ready for the showers.”
I nodded as he wiped his nose, feeling glad he was opening up to me. He grabbed his left elbow with his right hand, almost as if he was hugging himself.
“I had just taken off my boxers and wrapped a towel around my waist when suddenly, out of nowhere, four of the loudmouths from class appeared. Before I knew it, they had grabbed me by my arms and legs and carried me out of the locker room. I was screaming and shouting, but the teacher was nowhere to be found,” he said, his voice trembling.
“Wow! Four against one… that’s brave,” I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes, feeling more and more sorry for my little brother.
“Yeah… the guys I was talking to tried to stop them and said this wasn’t funny, but these four guys were just too big and just didn’t care.”
“And what happened next?” I asked with a knot in my stomach. I knew what was coming.
“They carried me out into the hall, and I thought it would be the end of it, you know? The new guy wearing nothing but a towel for everyone to see… ha ha…”
“That would be mildly funny, yes,” I admitted as a seventh Grader.
“Yeah… I could’ve lived with that, I guess. But they didn’t stop there. They pushed open the girls’ locker room, pushed me inside, and yanked my towel away,” he said and sighed deeply.
“Well… fuck!”
Liam nodded and continued, “I’d never felt this much panic in my life. I immediately put my hands over… you know… to cover myself. The room was filled with loud noises when they pushed me inside, but all I could hear now was the running water from the shower. And literally everyone was looking at me. I stepped back and pushed my weight into the door, but these fuckers were blocking it from the other side.”
“Oh, Liam…” I said with my hand in front of my mouth.
Liam didn’t react but kept on going, “Everyone was laughing and pointing at me. I knew I had to do something, so I headed for the towel rack on the other side of the room, and so then I could escape out the hall door. I had to go through a group of girls to get to it, and after I took the first step, I knew I’d make it because everyone screamed and backed away. And that’s when…”
“That’s when you slipped and fell on your back.”
Liam looked down and shook his head, “I fell. And because I had to brace myself, I wasn’t covering… myself anymore. It took me a second to realize what had happened, but when I looked up at about a dozen faces, like twenty-five girls, all staring at my crotch, I knew exactly what was going on. Everybody was looking at my, uhm… Johnson, and I’ll never forget their faces. Some were giggling, some laughing, some pointing, but most of them looked just wide-eyed at me while covering their mouths with their hands. I wish I was dead…”
“I wish I could… Damn, Li… FUCK!” I said and moved over to sit next to him.
As I placed my arm over his shoulder and pulled him close, he said, “I wish we never moved. From now on, I’ll always be that naked boy…” and he started crying again, but he didn’t have much left in him. He was finished.
As I tried comforting him, my mind was racing. His shoulders were broader than I’d remembered. I thought about what the other girls had said during lunch. They said that the boy in the locker room, my brother apparently, was pretty hung and had a nice body. It was unsettling thinking of my brother that way, but maybe we could work with that. We weren’t besties, but he was still my little brother, and besides the desire to set those assholes straight, it was my duty as his sister to help him.
“Wait…” I started, trying to think.
“I don’t know what to do now, Em…”
And at that moment, something clicked inside. We should be able to spin this to our advantage. Those girls were clearly impressed by his size. There just had to be a way to work with that, right?
“There might be a way…” I whispered, causing my brother to break free and look wide-eyed at me.
“What?! What do you mean?”
“Well… I heard some girls were… uhm… when I found out, the girl who told me was… impressed with how you looked,” I said in a conspiratorial tone.
I felt my face grow hot, and I knew I was blushing. I just kind of nodded downward, which was enough for Liam to understand what I meant. His face also turned red, but a barely noticeable sly smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.
“Really?” Liam asked as he looked at his crotch and then shyly at me.
“Yeah… that’s what they said…”
“Oh…”
“So I was thinking… why can’t I go and spread some rumors about your… you know… and that you, uhm… know how to use it properly, you know? Rumors spread easily, and it will help your reputation. Especially since loads of girls saw ‘it’ already and will confirm at least parts of the rumors. And the best rumors are the partially true ones.”
Liam looked thoughtful, but I could see him warming up to the idea. I wasn’t quite sure how to spread these rumors, but I was confident I could make it work. But the thought of my brother’s big dick and him fucking some girl with it did spark my own sexual desire again. The mental picture of a big dick on a muscular frame got my juices flowing immediately. But I shook my head in an attempt to get rid of it. I loved naked boys, but he was my freaking brother, not some sex stud!
“Do you really think you can make it work?” he asked after I regained my cool and was trying to ignore my sopping pussy.
I shrugged and said, “I don’t see why not. Not many people know we’re related yet, and by the time the rumors have spread, no one will remember who started them.”
“I… I think I like it…” he said and had a smug smile, “but why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you do that for me? I mean… we’re not exactly best friends, and you hardly ever give me a second look. Especially in school.”
I winced at this last comment. I knew he was right. And I knew I should do better in that department. But he was my brother! Why would any girl acknowledge her younger brother in school?
“I… I don’t know, Li,” I admitted honestly, “I don’t really know why this happened. It’s not like I do it on purpose. It’s just…”
After a moment of silence, Liam said, “I know what you mean. Why would you care about me when there’s so much shit going on in your life, right?”
“No! I’m not…” I said, feeling like a complete asshole now.
“I’m not accusing you, Em! It’s the same with me. I could’ve shown more interest and asked how you felt. Especially after… uhm…Ryan.”
Now, it was my turn to be surprised. I looked wide-eyed at my little brother and asked, “Fuck!! You know about that? Oh, God…”
He started blushing and said, “Yeah… I heard that massive prick brag about it in the hallway. I wanted to punch him in the nose then and there. I knew I’d get my ass kicked if I did, but I felt so mad about how he talked about you.”
“What did he say?”
“He was bragging all about how he made you cum three times and how you begged him for more. I know he’s on the basketball team and probably has a huge dick and loads of experience. But the way he talked about you… OH! It just…” he said, and I saw him balling his fists as he talked.
I sighed and said, “Don’t worry. Here’s a news flash: forget the massive prick. In fact, he’s got a tiny little pencil dick and doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Fuck! I knew he’d brag about it! How could I be so stupid!?”
“So… you really had sex?” Liam asked, “With him?”
“Yeah… I wish I didn’t. He was so clumsy! And it also hurt!”
Oh shit! Did I just say too much? But there was a look of anger on Liam’s face, and I saw his fists balled again.
“That motherfucker hurt you?”
“No. Not on purpose, at least. He was just so self-centered that he didn’t once think about how it felt for me.”
“Oh. Okay… lucky for him, he didn’t move with us,” Liam said, acting all tough, which was sweetly adorable.
After a couple of moments of silence, Liam asked, “So… what’s it like?”
“What is?”
“You know… sex…” he said with a blush on his face.
“It’s nice, I guess. But only when you have sex with the right person. I’ve learned that much…”
“I thought Ryan wasn’t the right person? That it didn’t feel that good?”
Apparently, my brother didn’t know everything about my sex life. “I had sex again after Ryan. With … Xander. It was nicer with him.” I decided Liam didn’t need to know that Xander was gay.
“Wow,” Liam mumbled. “I’m still a virgin…”
“Not according to the rumors we’re about to spread,” I chuckled.
“Right…”
Suddenly, the idea of my little brother having sex struck a nerve. The same nerve that had me on edge all day. Liam was that naked boy, and now I had an image of his young body pounding away on a moaning girl filling my mind. I didn’t have a mental picture of his dick, but I knew I wanted one for my masturbatory fantasies. No! I needed that image. An overwhelming urge washed over me, and I felt my cunt spasm at the simple idea of just seeing it.
Before I knew it, I heard myself ask softly, “Can I see it?”
“See what?”
“Your…” I whispered and looked at his crotch.
“My Johnson?! Why?”
I couldn’t tell him I wanted to finger myself silly on the mental image it would provide. But I did manage to come up with a bullshit reason that I’d hope he’d buy.
“If this is going to work, I need to get my story straight, you know. Some of the other girls in school saw it, and if I mess up my story, they probably won’t believe it…”
“But…” he said, looking all bashful all of a sudden.
I tried sizing him up again and decided to go for broke. “Look… you don’t have to if you don’t want to! But… I just think it’ll make our story better…”
“Isn’t it… you know… weird?”
“Yeah. Totally weird. But I’m your sister, so who cares? Trust me,” I lied.
“I guess…” he said. He looked around the room quickly, glancing at the windows that looked into the yard, like taking off his clothes in the kitchen made it extra weird, and he looked like he was listening intently to make sure our folks weren’t suddenly coming home hours early. Then he shrugged and started pulling off his shirt.
If anything, I expected him to just drop his pants, but he was going all the way, apparently. I don’t know if he misunderstood, but he was going to show me what the girls in the locker room saw. Not that I minded, though! Especially after his barely-there six-pack came into view. When his shirt was over his head, and he couldn’t see me, I quickly scanned his upper body.
My little brother had a fine-looking body! There was no denying that. All the soccer and baseball practice he did must’ve led to this tight, muscular body. He wasn’t buff or anything, but everything that needed to be there was there, or it was on its way, like his six-pack. His chest already had the definition of his pecs, and a clear v-line was going into his pants. My little brother had a better body than Ryan or Xander!
Our family had strong Irish roots. Both Liam and I had red hair and the typical pale skin that comes with that look. But seeing it on his muscular body, in sharp contrast with his blue jeans, made him look even hotter.
All this happened in a split second when he took off his shirt. And when he dropped the shirt on the table, I noticed his trembling fingers but knew I shouldn’t say anything. And sure enough, he started unbuttoning his pants. When the sound of his zipper filled the room, it was as if it was the only sound in the world.
His jeans started sliding from his hips, and I could see the black waistband and the start of his gray Hanes boxer briefs. Without much of a fuss, he shrugged out his pants, and they crumpled at his feet. Liam stepped out of them, and when he stood straight to hang his pants over the chair, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge in his boxers. I didn’t know if it was the gray fabric that was accentuating his bulge or if it was his narrow hips, but the bulge did look big to me.
My mouth was dry as he hooked his thumbs in the black waistband. I heard him take a deep breath, and he hesitated a moment. I forced my eyes to move from his bulge, and I looked him in his eyes. I nodded ever so slightly, and that seemed to be enough. He exhaled and swiftly pulled down his boxers.
First, a small bush of his red pubes appeared. But a heartbeat later, his entire shaft showed, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He was over a year younger than Xander had been, and his dick was just as thick, maybe slightly fatter. And compared to Ryan’s boyish dick, it looked massive.
As he bent down to take his boxers off completely, his dick briefly disappeared from view. I realized I was holding my hand in front of my mouth and quickly placed it in my lap. When he stood back straight, I could see my brother’s dick in all its glory. It was fat and about five inches long. But his narrow hips and boyish legs made it a bit more challenging to judge its size correctly. He was cut and had a short and blunt pinkish, almost red dickhead. His balls weren’t that big but suited him perfectly, and his sack was completely hairless from what I could see, as was the rest of his body.
I was sopping in my chair as I watched my naked brother. He was now nervously rubbing his hands in front of his chest, and I knew I had to say or do something.
“Damn, Li! Those girls were right…” I said, forcing my eyes to leave his cock.
“R- really?”
“Oh yeah!! You look…” I hesitated a moment, “hot…”
I had expected him to sport a boner by now, so I was surprised to see he was still completely soft. But now that I had him where I wanted him, I instinctively knew I wanted more. My soaking pussy didn’t seem to care that he was my brother. And frankly, neither did I, anymore, with a body like that.
I didn’t feel the need to take my eyes off his dick and asked, “Can you make it hard?”
His eyes shifted a little in confusion. His hand moved down, but he hesitated. I noticed him looking at my chest. I realized I was still wearing that shirt that may have revealed too much cleavage – by design to get boys to notice me, but it seemed my brother noticed it, for sure.
“Will this help?” I asked and started lifting my shirt.
He looked wide-eyed at me as my black bra came into view, and a simple nod was all it took. I got to my feet, unbuttoned my pants, and before I knew it, I stood in front of my naked and hard little brother in just my bra and panties. And the funny thing was that I felt absolutely no apprehension whatsoever. I moved my hands behind my back and unclasped the hooks of my bra. With one hand, I held it in place, took a deep breath, and moved it away from my body. My nipples hardened even more as the cool air rushed over them.
“You, uhm… you’re… you look…” Liam stammered, and I saw his dick twitch.
Without asking me why, he took his shaft between his fingers and started toying with his dick. At first, nothing seemed to be happening, but a few moments later, I saw his dick fatten and his dickhead swell a little. After a few more moments, his dick was sticking up proudly from his groin and pulsing with his heartbeat.
His hands were in front of his chest again, and his nervous look had made way for a barely noticeable proud smirk.
“Like this?” he whispered.
“Fuck, Li! You’re huge!!” I whispered back, my eyes glued on his throbbing cock.
He had grown about an inch in length but none in girth. He was a shower, that much was clear. Xander had explained the difference. After our awkward first fuck and his coming out to me, we talked a lot about boys and their dicks in particular. The common interest helped a lot on this subject.
Liam made no move to cover up, and I was glad he didn’t. But as I moved in my chair and tried to apply a bit of pressure on my pussy to relieve the tension, I realized I needed to step up now.
“You, uhm… you’re… you look…” Liam stammered, and I saw his dick twitch in the corner of my eye.
I didn’t say anything, just started sliding down my panties. The fabric got stuck between my legs, but as I kept sliding it down, it sprung free like a spring. I noticed the wet spot in it and realized I had never been this wet before in my life. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve sworn I’d peed myself.
As I stood back straight, I saw my brother’s eyes roam over my body. This made me feel sexy and desired, something both Ryan and Xander never managed to do. I noticed Liam involuntarily grabbed his stiff cock and gave it a firm squeeze.
“You, uhm… your pubes…”
“I… I trimmed it a bit. I… I don’t like a full bush.”
“It’s the same color as mine…” Liam said, pulling at some of his pubes to prove his point.
Fuck! My little brother looked so hot! His muscles, his smooth, pale body. His small bush of pubes above his big cock. His v-line accentuating his dick and balls. His still boyish legs and hips. I loved everything about him, and… and now… I wanted to feel him inside of me! This thought didn’t upset me as much as it should. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Maybe that helped. But he was still my little brother, and this should make me feel uncomfortable, right?
I was thinking frantically for a way to take it a step further when Liam helped as he asked, “Can… uhm… can I touch your boobs?”
I involuntarily looked at my chest, which caused Liam to stammer, “If… I… if you don’t mind… uhm…” he cleared his throat, “I’ve just… I never saw real boobs, and I…”
“Sure!” I interrupted him, saying it way too excitedly.
“Really?”
“Of course! You need to have at least some experience before we spread the word, right?” I said, proud to have come up with a bullshit reason this quickly.
He stepped closer to me, and I was so tempted to reach out and wrap my hand around his pole. But I knew that this might scare him off, so I resisted the urge.
As he extended his arm and his hand came close to my left breast, I noticed we were both holding our breath. I chuckled when this realization hit, and Liam looked questioningly at me.
“Why are we so nervous?” I asked, “I mean… it’s just a boob…”
“I’ve never seen boobs…”
“I know, but… we’re brother and sister. So… it shouldn’t really matter, right?” I said, trying to play down this whole situation in an attempt to make Liam open up more.
Liam looked quizzically at me, nodded timidly, and aimed for my tit again. The moment his hand touched my nipple, a shiver shot through my whole body and ended at my clit. But he didn’t just brush my nipple. His hand cupped my boob, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, which caused me to moan softly.
His eyes immediately sought mine, but when he saw I was okay and enjoying this, his eyes went back to my chest. His left hand went for my other breast, and as he was toying with both my boobs, I cracked. I needed to feel him. Feel his cock. Suck it. Slide my pussy around it. Feel his cum shoot out of it. Drink it! Taste how he felt… I needed everything!
So, I moved my hand forward ever so slightly, and the moment it touched the tip of his dick, I acted surprised.
“Sorry…”
“S’okay…” he mumbled.
“Do you mind… I mean… can I, you know? Touch it?”
His hands stopped moving, and I saw an internal struggle in his eyes. He looked down between our bodies and said softly, “I… I don’t know… I uhm…I’m afraid I get, uhm… real quick…”
This took a moment to land. But when it did, it was actually turning me on even more. See and feel that big cock cum in my hand? I was in! So, I casually replied, “Don’t worry, Li. I don’t mind.”
He checked me out for a moment to see if I was serious and said, “Okay…”
I didn’t waste another second and moved my hand forward. First, my hand brushed the top of his glans, and the moment it touched, Liam loudly sucked in a breath. I moved my hand downward over his shaft until my fingers reached his red, wispy pubes. His shaft felt long under my fingers, but the moment I wrapped my hand around its base, the fatness couldn’t be missed.
“Ohhh…” Liam moaned as he let out the breath he was holding.
His hands were forgotten but still cupping my boobs. I didn’t mind. I was handling my little brother’s big cock, and I loved every second of it. I slowly moved my hand upward on his shaft, my sensors on high alert. My fingertips traced every vein, bump, and curve, registering everything in detail to complete my mental picture. When my fingers touched his dickhead, I was amazed at how short it was compared to Ryan’s and Xander’s. But the sponginess was the same, and the rim was more pronounced than with the other two.
As I was fumbling around, my eyes locked on the action, I noticed Liam’s chest. It started heaving rapidly as he was sucking in short breaths. A moment later, Liam grunted, “Emma…” and I felt his dickhead fatten under my fingers. A heartbeat later, the first spurt of his cum shot out. It landed on my pussy and in my pubes, and its warmth added to the idea that my little brother’s cum was so close to my entrance almost made me cum, as well.
My eyes were locked on his cock as the second spurt shot out. It wasn’t as powerful as the first, but it landed just below the first drop on my pussy. After this, only a few dribbles came out, but his dick kept kicking in my hand.
Liam lay his head on my shoulder as he kept panting. His hands moved down to my hips to steady himself as I slowly kept milking him. I knew I should stay away from his sensitive dickhead, but I kept on massaging the thick tube of flesh that had lost nothing of its stiffness.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, Em…” Liam said, and I heard the embarrassment in his voice.
“Don’t! It’s okay! Was this the first time someone else touched you there??”
I felt him nod, and he took a deep breath. All the while, my fingers gently kept stroking his shaft, and I squeezed it every now and then.
“It’s… I, uhm… I kinda liked it, you know?” I said as another tremble shot through my body when my brother’s dick kicked in my fist.
Liam’s head left my shoulder, and he looked at me. “You did!?” he asked, “But I shot my… on you… on your…”
“Yeah. So?” I asked, and with my free hand, I scooped up a bit of my brother’s cum.
I noticed it was watery and not nearly as thick as Ryan’s. But when I sniffed it and licked it from my fingers, I absolutely loved its taste. Liam’s eyes went wide as he saw me eat his cum, and his cock lurched again. I was so horned up by now that my hormones were clouding my judgment. I didn’t realize it at that moment, but looking back, I would’ve never asked him what I was about to if I hadn’t been that turned on.
“Uhm, Li…” I asked softly and bit my bottom lip, “You still need to know how you, you know… how the real stuff goes, right?”
He swallowed audibly and softly said, “Yeah…”
“You could, I mean… we could do that… if you want… with me,” I said, squeezing his cock, which kicked again.
“Really!? But… we’re brother and sister. Isn’t that… illegal or something?”
“Dunno. But I don’t see any police around here, and we need you to know how this stuff works, right?”
He nodded timidly but didn’t say anything. So, I continued, “Who cares? You’re my brother. I helped you to tie your shoes, right? And to ride a two-wheeler? We haven’t done much together lately, but I’ve got a bit of experience, and I wanna help you. It’s not like we’re getting married or anything. It’s just sex.”
I could see I’d convinced him, but he didn’t make a move. I was still gently massaging his fat dick, and I realized this might prevent him from moving. His body was probably telling him to stay put because otherwise, this might end. So, I reluctantly let go of it, stepped closer, and placed my hands on his ass. This way, his boner was trapped between our bodies. I looked him in his eyes as I gave his firm ass a gentle squeeze.
“My room or yours?” I whispered.
“Uhm… I…” he cleared his throat and said, “Mine.”
“Right. Yours it is,” I said, feeling a sense of power from having control over this situation with my brother.
I let go of his ass and stepped back to let him through. We picked up our clothes – it wouldn’t be good if they were still in the kitchen when Mom and Dad came home – and headed upstairs. As he walked up the stairs in front of me, I got an eyeful of his small but tight ass. It wasn’t as muscular as the rest of his body and still looked a bit boyish, just like his legs, but I absolutely loved what I was looking at!
After we entered his room, he stood there hugging himself nervously.
I knew what I had to do. Most of his room was arranged. He’d put up his poster of Lionel Messi in his Barcelona outfit on the wall first thing. According to Liam, Messi was the best in the world, especially during his Barcelona years. I wasn’t into sports, so he could’ve told me anything about the guy. He still had several boxes to unpack, but he did have his nightstand in order. I found my phone in my pile of clothing, selected a playlist, and inserted it into his speaker dock. “With Or Without You” started playing. I turned on his reading lamp and draped my green too-much-cleavage shirt over it for mood lighting. I never got to have my candles and bathwater, but maybe I could do something for my brother’s first time.
Done with arrangements, I looked back at my brother. I was surprised to see he was soft now, but loved how impressive his dick still looked on his frame.
“Nervous?” I asked as I walked in front of him, openly eyeing his dick.
“Yeah… I…”
Before he could finish his sentence, I dropped down and squatted in front of him. Right before my eyes was his thick dick, soft and hanging down over his hairless sack. I hadn’t done this before, but I read and heard about it a lot. So, before he could stop me, I grabbed his dick by its base, impressed by its weight, opened my mouth, and took it in. The moment my lips closed around it, Liam stammered above me, “Wh- wha- ohhh… what are you… ohh…”
I immediately felt my brother’s cock thicken in my mouth. I didn’t know what a dick would taste like, but I learned that it didn’t taste like much. More like sticking a finger in your mouth. The idea that he was boning up in my mouth was an experience I’ll never forget. I felt a tremendous sense of pride for giving my brother these feelings.
The smell itself was an aphrodisiac, as if I needed one. It was a bit musky and sweet, and the red pubes in front of my eyes looked cute and tickled my nose. But as soon as his cock expanded in girth, it also lengthened, and my nose couldn’t reach his pubes anymore.
My tongue moved over and around his dickhead as he kept expanding. It felt both hard and soft in my mouth. His skin was smooth, but everything underneath that was rock hard. I couldn’t fit him in my mouth entirely. Not even by a long shot. But I did bob up and down on it, which made him pant heavily. With my left hand, I grabbed his balls and started toying with them. They felt a bit bigger than average grapes, and I was surprised at how easily I could move them around in his sack.
My right hand grabbed his ass cheek, and I pulled him closer. This proved to be a mistake because when I did, his dick slid further into my mouth and pressed against the back of my throat. I barely managed to suppress a gag reflex and was glad Liam didn’t notice.
When I started this, I had planned to just get him hard and wet and ready to fuck me. But now that I was into it, I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel this thick piece of flesh shoot its cum down my throat. He said himself that he came quickly, and judging by my short hand job and his current moaning and panting, he was already close again. I did read somewhere that boys couldn’t keep it hard when they just came, but somehow, this didn’t seem true for my brother. At least not after his first cum.
But this was a risk I was willing to take. I knew I could get him going again, especially with the promise of his first fuck. It just could take some time, but we weren’t in a hurry. Well… I needed to be fucked, so a certain urgency was undeniably there. But there were other things we could do if it would indeed go soft. The upside of making him cum again was that he’d probably fuck me longer before he’d cum again.
So, I doubled my efforts and sucked and bobbed with great enthusiasm. Each time I lapped my tongue over the underside of his cock head, he moaned, and his ass muscles tightened under my kneading fingers. So, I focused on that bit, and sure enough, after a few more moments of oral stimulation, his cock fattened in my mouth. Liam grunted loudly, and I felt his balls pull up in his sack.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the first powerful blast of cum hit me at the back of my throat and almost made me gag. But I swallowed it down quickly, and the three spurts that followed were less powerful and had less volume than that first one. I let it roam through my mouth and loved the taste of my little brother’s watery cum. It was a bit of an odd realization that I could easily do this every day, but it was the honest truth. I only needed someone willing to cooperate, and I wouldn’t mind one bit if that person was my little brother.
When no more cum came out, I licked over his glans once more before I pulled off with a smacking sound and got to my feet. He had a stunned expression on his face, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bed. Fixing his Hot Wheels comforter, I lay down on the hood of a blue Corvette, flames behind my head, obscenely spread my legs, eyed my brother’s muscular chest and still-hard cock, and said, “Now… let’s fuck!”
Liam’s nervousness appeared to have gone now as a wicked grin spread across his face. He climbed on the bed, got on his knees, and looked between my spread legs. He seemed suddenly bashful and asked, “Uhm… where do I…”
I nodded knowingly and spread my pussy lips to give him an unobstructed view of what was between my legs. I pointed toward the opening and said, “Just put it there. Do you need help?”
He grabbed his dick by its base, scooted forward on the bed, and pointed his hard cock down so his blunt dickhead was pressed against my entrance.
“That’s it!” I hissed, excited beyond anything I had felt before, just from feeling my little brother’s cock against my sopping pussy, “Now, just slowly push it in, and you’re no longer a virgin.”
“Okay… I…” he said, swallowing loudly again, but started applying more pressure as his hips pushed forward.
My eyes crossed as I was being stretched. His thick dickhead slowly entered me, and I immediately felt that now familiar ‘popping’ sensation. My brother was inside me. Feeling the tip of my little brother’s dick slide into me was so much better than the previous two cockheads before him. Maybe it was because I was so slippery now. Perhaps it was the forbidden nature of being fucked by my brother. Maybe it was just luck. Third time’s the charm!
“Oh… your cock feels terrific, Li!”
He swelled with pride, and despite the tense situation, he managed to say, “And this is just the tip…”
That cheeky little bastard was right!! I was in for a treat if this feeling kept on going. I placed my hands on his ass and said, “I can’t wait…”
Liam leaned forward and placed his hands next to my shoulders. The weight of his body on top of mine was incredible! I firmly grabbed my brother’s ass cheeks and pushed on his butt in an attempt to push him entirely inside. This didn’t work, but Liam got the idea and slid in further. And… oh boy!!
I felt I was being stretched like a balloon that was overinflated. Seeing a balloon stretch out thinner and thinner and the funny but somewhat scary idea that it might pop any second was exactly what I was feeling right now. I was waiting for that pop. I wanted that pop!
My pussy was so slippery that I only felt the skin of my brother’s hard cock move on my inner walls. No friction, just the skin-on-skin contact. I guessed he was about one-third inside of me, and if the sensations would keep increasing the way they were doing now, I’d cum before he was all the way inside.
One look at Liam’s face told me he was enjoying every moment of his first time. But I was too focused on my own feelings now to care about my brother. I’d never felt anything like this before. My eye caught the Hot Wheels flame logo beside my head. Oh, yes! My engine was revving, alright! Something inside was building. It was as if a fire started burning the moment my brother’s dick slipped into me, and that fire was setting everything inside ablaze. But there wasn’t the heat, just the flames tickling me everywhere. I felt so highly on edge inside, and my arms and legs tingled all over.
Every last bit of me was focused on that feeling of my brother’s cock entering me. A fire twister was roaring inside by now, but all I felt was how I was being filled. And when his pubic bone finally pressed against mine, and my clit was being stimulated by it, I felt the tip of his dick touch my cervix. And that’s when I lost it. For the first time in my life, I came from actions that weren’t my own. The simple fact that my brother was giving me this orgasm probably helped, but I came harder and more intense than I ever came before.
Everything around me was quiet, and it was as if I was in the center of that fire twister. Lots of noise around me, but in this center that was my orgasm, there was silence. Just silence and my contracting pussy, belly, and legs. I barely noticed my fingers digging themselves into my little brother’s ass. Liam later told me that this hurt a little bit but was also a big turn-on for him.
My eyes had been shut firmly during my orgasm, and when I opened them, Liam looked worriedly at me. But when I smiled at him, which must’ve been a weak smile because I felt drained, he smiled back and nodded.
Liam had a focused look on his face, which quickly changed into an excited one as he started pulling back. I myself sucked in another breath as he did this because the sensory overload started happening all over again. I was so filled up, but again, I still managed to feel every curve, bump, and vein on my brother’s cock as he moved.
“This is fucking hot…” Liam said as he slid back in again.
I could only nod. I couldn’t speak anymore, and I squeezed his ass when he was entirely back inside, again. I looked between us and saw one single tangle of red pubes. So fucking hot! When he pulled back the second time, he slipped out. I let go of his tight little ass and directed him inside for the second time. After this, he slowly slid himself all the way inside again.
Meanwhile, another colossal orgasm was building. I just couldn’t stop it. My little brother’s cock filled me so much, yet it felt so amazing that I could hardly think straight. His pace was slow but deliberate. I couldn’t care less! As long as he kept filling me up.
With his next push, he slammed a bit firmer against me. My clit was pressed between our bodies, and the tip of his dick slipped a bit into my cervix. And without warning, I came again. It was not as hard as the first time, but I arched my back and I wrapped both my arms around his chest to pull him close. Liam didn’t stop this time, though. He just slowly kept on pistoning in and out of me, again. He was panting heavily, and I was extremely glad that he had come twice already. Otherwise, he would’ve popped off for sure right after entering me.
Another firm push from him and another small orgasm for me. Every time he entered me now, I came. They were small orgasms where my pussy would ripple over his shaft, and my belly and leg muscles would contract. Nothing big, but definitely a fantastic feeling, nevertheless! But the best part of this amazing fuck was that another big one was building and roaring inside.
“I… ahh… I think… hmmm… I’m…” Liam moaned, but I was too far gone to care. And I was so close to that huge, thundering orgasm again that I didn’t want him to stop.
“Just… cum inside… do it!” I managed to mumble. At this point, I’d say anything to keep him going.
“But…” he half-heartedly stammered, but I felt him pick up the pace, which was even better.
“DO IT!” I grunted through my teeth.
I was back inside the eye of the twister. Every inch of my body was on high alert. And all I could feel was my brother’s cock inside and his muscular chest against my nipples. He slammed three more times into me before he stopped. He was deeper inside me than he’d ever been, and his fat cock fattened even more. The moment I felt the first spurt of his boyish cum enter me, I tumbled down the orgasmic hill myself. Time seemed to stop, and all that mattered were my brother and me. My pussy barely had room to move, but it squeezed Liam’s cock so hard that it couldn’t twitch anymore. We had become one right then and there. Our bodies had merged together, and there was no way he could get out at that specific moment in time.
But eventually, my orgasm faded to embers but was still glowing, and my pussy let go of his dick. My entire lower body was still spasming lightly, and I was slowly coming down from that orgasmic cloud. Liam had laid his whole weight on top of me, and if it wasn’t for his heavy breathing, I would’ve sworn he had died. Every now and then, his dick kicked inside, and I would involuntarily squeeze his dick.
I was stroking his back when he lifted his head to look at me. A look of awe and amazement was plastered on his face, which made me chuckle.
I felt all mushy inside when he asked, “You okay?”
This was something Ryan would never have asked. It was a comforting idea that all my brother could think about after his devirginization was how I would feel. This would mean that all the other girls he would please would be in good hands.
But… did I want him to please other girls? Give away a fuck this good?
This was a fleeting thought, and I knew we couldn’t have a future together. But this didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun until then, right?
“Couldn’t be better! You were fucking amazing!”
“Really?” he asked as his dick gave another twitch but was finally slowly losing its stiffness.
“You made me cum,” I said and paused for a moment, “A lot!”
The corner of his mouth pulled up, and he said, “I figured that was what was happening. Didn’t know I could do that.”
“Your cock is fantastic, Li. I won’t have trouble making people believe you know how to use it.”
Liam slowly pulled out and lay down next to me. As I cast another glance over his body, I made a promise to myself to use this body as much as I could for my own pleasure. I would get to know my brother again, and we would certainly do things together, again! I turned to my side and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“Now… what’s going to be the story we’re going to tell the others?” I asked as I traced my fingers over his pecs.
And there, in my bed, we came up with a plan together. It took us a few tries to fine-tune it as we came up with details while we fucked again, but we had to get the jump on it and make it our story, before it became something to make fun of.
The next day, Keira came to me at lunch. “I just found out… the boy from the locker room… he’s your brother?”
“Oh, yeah,” I waved off. “Liam. I didn’t find that out until I got home. If you’d told me the boy had red hair, I’d have known. He’s fine. Kid’s naked all the time. He could have done without the four idiots hazing him, but he’s not worried.”
“You’ve seen your brother naked?” Keira asked, full of wonder. This got the attention of the other girls at the table.
“Of course! He’s my brother,” I said, crunching my eyebrows and shrugging. Like, duh… “He’s always walking back-and-forth from the bathroom, that… big thing… swinging…” I pretended to shiver, like I wanted to get the image out of my mind. Obviously, Oscar-grade acting!
“Does he have a girlfriend?” another girl asked, laughing but probably serious.
I got all lost in memory, mixing my own with what I was supposed to say. “Not anymore. I mean, we just moved, so he doesn’t have one here.” I took a bite of my sandwich and made them all wait a bit. “Back home, he had one, but they broke up. Then he got another, this one girl, and they were at it all the time. Could hear them through the wall, ‘Oh, Liam! Oh, Liam, oh, oh, oh, oh! Liam!’” I did my best stupid-funny orgasm voice.
I took another bite, and they all kept staring wordlessly at me. I decided to turn it up a notch and said, “I’d have to pound on the wall: ‘Hey, knock it off! I’m trying to do my homework!’ Girl’s name was Trixie, or something like Trixie, not sure.”
Liam and I had talked about the names we’d use so we’d keep our story straight, and he came up with Trixie. To me, it was as good of a name as any, but Liam liked the porno-vibe the name oozed. I looked around the table, and they were all quiet, mouths open. I noted that Shannon looked a little put-out, though, not being the center of attention, for once.
“What? Don’t any of you have brothers?” I asked them all. There were some honest nods, a few phony nods, and a lot of curious faces. “Well, then you know…”
Once the word got out, Liam soon became a popular guy in school and wasn’t teased anymore. When he made the volleyball team, those eighth graders even copped to the idea that it was just a hazing since Liam had respectable play on the court. He managed to land plenty of girlfriends during his time in school, for which he thanked me every time.
And the sex between the two of us? We fucked like rabbits. Every opportunity that presented itself, every moment we were alone, we somehow managed to do stuff together. Liam turned out to be an expert in eating me out, and I massively improved my blowjob skills. Chalk that up to the internet and non-stop practice!
Each time we had sex, he fucked my brains out with that thick cock of his, and I’d cum every single time we fucked. I know I’ll never forget those moments for the rest of my life. And having to share him with other girls wasn’t that bad, after all. As long as he kept fucking me on a regular basis.
Our new school turned out to be an okay place, after all. The classes were still boring, but I only had a couple months left to go this school year. I wound up becoming good friends with Keira, and we started our own clique of girls who liked to have fun – away from the snobbery group surrounding Shannon. It would be good to have friends going into summer.
After I sent Xander a text announcing I was finally fucked properly, he congratulated me and demanded that I tell him everything! I did. I only left the minor detail that the boy attached to that fine piece of dick meat was my brother.
He asked me to stay over at his place during spring break because he had some news of his own. The accompanying selfie of him with a cute guy was a bit of a giveaway. And this was a cute guy, indeed! Justin Bieber-style hair, a sexy dimple on his left cheek, and a stylish button-down shirt that contrasted sharply with Xander’s Hawaiian shirt.
During that vacation, I found out that Xander had lost his ‘other’ virginity to this guy, and he was head over heels in love with him. I was so happy for him. That same evening, he had his coming out to his parents, and he wanted me to be there. His parents were so supportive, and I was really happy for my best friend. We never talked about our one-time escapade ever again. He never did tell me who the mystery guy he gave head to was, but I didn’t push him further. After all, we’re friends.
And Ryan? Well… I’ve never heard from him again. And frankly, I don’t care. He was lousy in the sack and has a pencil dick. Why would I complain when I’ve got the exact opposite at my disposal whenever I want?
Part four I awoke in that happy moment of oblivious amnesia everyone has after waking up. But this short moment passed by quickly, and I thought about last night’s events. I felt a mixture of excitement and fear for a moment, but all too soon, fear was the dominant emotion.
I let out a deep sigh and tossed aside the bedsheet. Deciding it was time to get up, I headed over to my closet. Standing before it, I pondered what to wear. Should I dare to go downstairs au naturel? Or opt for fully clothed? What would the girls be wearing? After a prolonged inner debate, I settled on wearing nothing but my snug black boxers again. They were more or less like a pair of swim shorts, striking a balance between not signaling my interest and not shutting down these possibilities entirely. Plus, opting for black ensured a bit more discretion than white or gray would afford in that department.
As I neared the top of the stairs, I noticed the door to the girls’ room was shut. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This way, no immediate confrontation awaited downstairs. Or worse… that they would come storming out of their room to pin me down and fuck me. This last thought unsettled me a bit, so I shook my head and made my way downstairs to start preparing breakfast.
Standing at the kitchen counter, I hesitated. Not omelets, again. This is our third day together. I can do something different. After a few moments of contemplating my options, I decided to whip up my special pancakes today. Who was I kidding? I didn’t often have anyone to make special pancakes for. But I was genuinely enjoying the girls’ company. And they would be special today.
As I finished mixing the batter, the sound of footsteps on the stairs made my heart leap into my throat. My mouth went dry instantly, and that mix of joy at her arrival and a wave of panic swept over me. Again. This was it. How would the girls react after what had transpired last night?
“Morning!” Sarah chirped.
“G-good morning,” I croaked.
She walked over to me, planted a peck on my cheek, and inquired, “What are you making?”
My heart rate eased a bit as she responded with her sunny personality, just like yesterday, as if nothing had changed. So, I mustered up some cheerfulness of my own and replied, “Pancakes today.”
“Cool! I love pancakes!”
“Got some strawberry syrup for you, too,” I said and winked.
“I love strawberry,” Sarah said, eyes twinkling. “Sandra likes blueberry.”
“I know,” I said. I didn’t really know that, but I liked being able to say it since Maria had that in the pantry, as well. “There’s old maple, too, if you really want…”
“Uh, uh! Not when there’s strawberry.”
Sarah looked into my eyes, then looked away. I caught her checking me again, making sure I caught her inflection. It was hard not to, so I smiled back. She strolled over to the table and settled down with her back to it, facing me. She was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt that ended about two inches below her crotch. Her nipples were hard, and the shadow of them was visible through the thin fabric. I tried not to stare too obviously at her and focused on my batter instead.
My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to address the elephant in the room, and she must have picked up on it. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair and said, “What’s wrong? You seem a bit quiet this morning.”
“It’s… it’s nothing,” I replied, instantly regretting that I had missed an opportunity.
She smiled quizzically and, after a moment, asked, “It’s about last night, isn’t it?”
I nodded and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve stopped… I mean… I shouldn’t have…”
“Don’t be sorry!” Sarah interrupted, “We wanted to do this! Sandra and I both! And we were thrilled you let us. Now we know how things work with a guy, something we were both curious about.”
I could only nod and looked at the counter, too chicken to look at her. After a short pause, she secretively added, “And now we know what cum tastes like…”
“I… I can get in a lot of trouble because of this. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. And like we said last night, we won’t tell…”
“It was wrong to…”
“Didn’t you like it?” she asked, interrupting me again.
I tore my eyes from the bowl of batter to look at her. She had a naughty look in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up. A heartbeat later, she started spreading her legs slowly, her eyes locked on mine. But I couldn’t help myself. I just had to look between her legs and immediately noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
The moment her young, glistening slit came into view, crowned with those few willowy dark blonde strands, I swallowed audibly, and my dick grew to full mast almost instantly. She slowly moved her hand down, and it was like I was being hypnotized by her movements. With her fingers, she parted her pussy lips a little, and I could see a hint of her entrance. After this, she seductively ran a finger upward between her pussy lips and got to her feet.
I couldn’t move if I had to. My eyes roamed from top to bottom over her, mesmerized by her hard nipples and gracefully moving body. She walked up to me, stood extremely close, and whispered, “I just know you liked it,” and placed her finger under my nose.
Unable to resist, I inhaled the best aphrodisiac known to men: young girl pussy! As I sniffed, I felt her other hand slide over the fabric of my boxers, and she gripped my hard cock, squeezing it firmly.
“See?” she whispered and snaked her hand inside.
I was like wax in her hands. I knew I was being seduced and manipulated by this preteen girl, and I loved every second of it. She gave me a wicked smile, making it clear she was enjoying the power she had over me tremendously. When her hand started stroking the length of my rock-hard cock, I let out a soft moan. Her stroke was a bit clumsy at first, but soon she found a rhythm, and as she squeezed my cockhead every now and then, I realized she wanted me to cum again.
She moved her body so she stood behind me but never let go of my throbbing member. With her free hand, she pulled down the front of my boxers, trapping them below my balls. I felt her hard nipples press into my back as my breathing shallowed and my heartbeat rose. She was picking up the pace, and when she whispered into my ear, “I want you to cum for me again,” a shiver shot through me, and my balls tightened.
“Will you do that for me, please?”
I could only nod.
The pressure inside was building rapidly, and I heard myself moan every time her thumb rubbed over the back of my glans. But when I heard a door close upstairs, I froze. Sandra was about to come down, and I didn’t want her to see us like this. I tried squirming away from Sarah’s jacking hand, but when she realized what was happening, she even quickened her pace.
“If you don’t want Sandra to see us like this, you’d better cum quickly,” she panted, whispering in my ear.
This was it. My little niece, being this manipulative and bossy, was a turn-on I’d never experienced. But the fear of being caught added another layer of steam to this whole experience, and I could hardly think straight anymore.
“I… I’m….”
“Yess…” Sarah groaned.
Her other hand left my balls and grabbed the bowl of batter. At that moment, it hardly registered. I was tumbling, a snowball rolling down the hill of my impending orgasm, picking up speed, ready to crash int-.
“Ooohh… I’m cummm…” I grunted through my teeth.
My whole body tingled as her small hand flew up and down my shaft for the last time. Right before the first spurt left my cock, she pointed it downward. I didn’t care. I had a mind-blowing orgasm, and this sexy preteen girl was the cause of it. Spurt after spurt left my dick, and I had trouble catching my breath. I had to grasp the counter to keep from falling over. I was still riding my orgasmic high as I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. Sarah squeezed the last drop out of my dick, pulled up my boxers, and hurriedly moved over to her spot at the table again.
I tried getting my act together quickly, and right before Sandra came into view, I straightened myself and smiled a weak smile. Sandra was wearing a pair of yellow panties, which, combined with her too-tight yellow tube top from yesterday, her nipples still clearly visible, looked smoldering hot on her. I looked her over and knew I was doomed and powerless against these girls.
“What’s up with you?” Sandra grumbled, her usual morning sparkle dampened.
“I… I’m…” I stammered.
“He showed me the proper way to do burpees. Apparently, I’ve been doing them wrong,” Sarah chimed in, assisting the conversation.
“Yeah…” I replied with little enthusiasm.
“And now he’s going to whip up his special pancakes,” Sarah added, emphasizing the word ‘special.’
I looked at the bowl of pancake batter and saw globs of my cum lying on top of the batter. That little devil had planned this all along, or she’s just that quick of a thinker! Sarah must’ve seen me looking because when we made eye contact, she saw my disturbed face, winked, and simply nodded.
The idea of the girls eating my cum was more of a turn-on than I liked to admit. So, I responded with a little nod back to her, started mixing my cum with the batter, and got busy making my pancakes very special. After Sandra took a first bite of the semen-infused pancake, her face lit up, and she excitedly announced that she really liked them.
“Yeah! They’re delicious!” Sarah said, adding playfully, “I love the subtle hint of salt in the background.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Sandra agreed after theatrically savoring another bite of her pancakes.
A smug grin stretched across Sarah’s face as she gleefully asked, “Do you have special recipes for everything?”
I blushed. Only you would know, I thought as I neared completion of the second batch.
“They’re delicious, aren’t they?” Sandra said to her cousin as I placed another plate on the table.
“I know! It’s a shame Ronald won’t tell us his secret ingredients…”
“Oh, please?” Sandra pleaded, sporting her most convincing puppy-dog eyes.
“Don’t bother. I already tried this morning, but he’s not budging.”
Seemingly, this was our little secret, so I decided to play along. I winked at Sarah and said, “A skilled cook never reveals his secrets.”
After I finished the last batch, I sat down with the girls to eat my own pancakes, curious to see if I could detect the taste of my spunk in there. As expected, I didn’t notice any difference in taste. It seemed more like a psychological effect than anything else. Meanwhile, the girls were engrossed in conversation, reminiscing about yesterday’s dinner and the celebrities they had spotted.
Lost in my thoughts, I was jolted back to the present when Sandra asked, “Should we hang out at the beach today?”
“Uhm…” I hesitated, glancing outside.
The girls noticed my gaze and looked at me curiously. I shook my head and replied, “I don’t think so. Judging by those clouds in the distance, there’s a storm on the way.”
“But the sun is shining!” Sarah noted, unconvinced.
“Did you check your app?”
A swift glance at Sandra’s face as she checked her phone was confirmation enough for me. However, Sarah’s muffled, “Oh…” after she checked her own phone solidified it. Witnessing their disappointed expressions got me thinking. They wanted to chill naked and try to seduce me to do more. That much was clear, and I’d no longer try to resist. After what happened this morning, my mind was made up. I knew that, but they didn’t. Since we had slept in and it was almost noon already, I figured we might as well enjoy a leisurely day downstairs.
“How about we unwind in the wellness area and hang out there for the rest of the day?” I suggested.
“Really!? That sounds awesome!” Sandra said enthusiastically.
“Yeah!” Sarah added, “I’ve never been in a sauna before. I heard it’s really relaxing!”
We cleared the table together, and as I closed the dishwasher, Sandra chuckled. Sarah and I glanced at her, and I asked, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… I just realized… now we won’t have to nag you to get naked with us.”
“Oh yeah, I didn’t even consider that!” Sarah chimed in.
I tried to adopt a stern expression and said, “Well, I did! And I think it’ll be fun. Just no…” I sighed, glanced between them, and continued as seriously as I could, “Just ask me if you want to do anything, okay? I mean… I liked what you did last night, and I’ve already stressed enough about the trouble I could get into for this. But… just… don’t trick me again, okay?”
They both looked down guiltily and nodded. I felt a bit like a schoolmaster scolding them, which wasn’t the vibe I wanted to give off, so I smiled and said, “Hey, I really like you two. These last few days have been a lot of fun,” seeing their smiles return, I continued, “Good! Now, let’s work up a sweat!”
“Ew, gross!” they said simultaneously, wrinkling their noses in unison.
When we made our way downstairs, I noticed my sauna was already heating up. Since my home was fully connected, the AI overheard our conversation and initiated the wellness program. As we approached the sauna’s entrance, I made sure not to set the temperature too high. After all, the girls were still young, and this was their first time experiencing it.
After I turned around, both of them were already topless and sliding down their panties. They stood there unabashedly in front of me in all their young and naked glory. They trusted me completely, and I suddenly felt a surge of affection because of the deepening bond I shared with them.
“First, let’s start with a warm shower. By the time we’re done, the sauna should be ready,” I explained.
“Do we need soap and shampoo?” Sarah inquired.
“Nah, it’s just to prep our bodies for the sauna’s warmth,” I reassured.
The walk-in shower boasted four large showerheads protruding from the ceiling, and the entire wellness area exuded an unmistakably luxurious ambiance. When I built this house, I paid extra attention to the wellness section, and the effort was evident.
I pulled off my boxers, and we headed over to the big shower. The girls’ eyes were locked on my swaying dick as I walked, and it was difficult for me to hide a proud smile. As I rinsed my hair and rubbed my hands through it, I looked away toward the ceiling. I just knew the girls were checking me out thoroughly, and I was letting them, almost wishing they would sink to their knees and start sucking me again. I knew my speech earlier made it clear they wouldn’t, but the thought alone was enough for me to chub up a little.
“Can we suck your dick again?” Sarah asked out of the blue.
I looked at her, and her eyes were glued to between my legs. She was toying absentmindedly with her right nipple, and a quick glance at Sandra showed that she was also eyeing my dick hungrily, ready to suck it dry. It took me a lot of willpower, but I wanted to take it slow and also make the girls feel good and hopefully get a taste of young pussy. So I shook my head, smiled, and said, “Not right now. Maybe later, okay?”
Two disappointed faces looked at me, but I ignored them. I shut off the water and handed them a fluffy towel, took one myself, and dried off. I made sure to move my hips in such a way that my dick would sway exaggeratedly. After this, I opened the door to the sauna and checked out the two tight little assess as my preteen nieces walked in front of me. I closed the door behind me, sat in the middle of the big bench, and patted the spots next to me. They got the hint and sat on either side of me.
“It sure is hot in here!” Sandra sighed.
“It’s usually a little bit warmer.”
“Really?” Sarah asked.
I nodded, and after a moment, we fell into a comfortable silence, allowing the warmth of the sauna to seep into our bones as we each retreated into our own contemplations. The silence enveloped us, punctuated only by the soft crackle of the sauna’s heat. Then, almost as if they planned it, I became aware of two delicate hands, their touch light, settling gently atop my upper legs, offering an unexpected but comforting connection in this steamy ambiance.
“You really look good, you know?” Sarah said in a breathy voice.
“Yeah… Do you wanna know how we knew you’d have a fine-looking big dick?” Sandra asked.
I glanced at her, realizing I’d been curious about it from the moment they mentioned it. So, I simply nodded. But I also wanted to level the playing field, so I placed my hands on top of their legs.
Sandra bit her lower lip and said, “Mom and Aunt Laura talked about it a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, when they were our age, they had drilled two peepholes in their closet so they could watch you.”
“Yeah,” Sarah chimed in, “They had a bit too much wine the other night, and they spilled the whole story. But I doubt they even remember telling us.”
“No!” Sandra chuckled, “They were a bit tipsy and started giggling uncontrollably when Mom started spilling this secret. Especially when she talked about how high you could shoot your cum when you jacked off.”
Sarah looked thoughtfully at me and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “That night, Sandra and I swore to each other that we’d get to see your dick and watch you shoot your cum.”
The idea of my sisters watching me as I was spanking my meat was more of a turn-on than I’d like to admit. Damn! That news opened up a whole new realm of masturbatory fantasies. I’d have to get them back for that, somehow!
I was boning up for real now, and there was no stopping in that. I also noticed that both the girls’ hands were slowly creeping up my legs as they were talking. Their velvety skin felt electric under my fingers as I decided to mimic their movements.
“Will you show it to us again?” Sandra whispered as her hand moved higher and almost touched my sack.
I also shifted my hands upward, gently turning my fingers to rest against their velvety, smooth thighs. With a sense of purpose, I judged their reactions thus far and found no objections. It seemed they were comfortable with my actions. Almost as if on cue, two index fingers brushed against my balls simultaneously. I had anticipated this, and the moment their fingers touched, I moved my hands up to their pussies. My index and ring fingers were on both their outer lips, and my middle finger pressed on their slits lightly, not slipping between them but definitely signaling it was there.
The two loud hisses on either side and the slippery and soft flesh under my fingers were mind-boggling. A couple of days ago, I would’ve punched you on the nose if you told me I’d be fingering an adolescent girl. But here I was, sitting naked and hard with two pretty preteen girls on either side with their fingers on my balls and my hands between their spread legs, enjoying every second of it.
They spread their legs wider as I applied a little more pressure on their slits. My index and ring finger were caressing their outer lips while my middle finger sneaked between the folds into their slippery slits, the tip of my finger pressing lightly at their openings. I moved my fingers upward, and the moment I touched their clits, they both let out a deep moan. This moan sounded so sexy and hot and was like music to my soul. The acoustic of the cedar box we were in also added something to the sound of their moans, which made it even sexier. It turned me on immensely, especially after I felt their hands had lost their focus on my dick and balls. They clearly couldn’t handle the stimulation of my probing fingers and handling my cock at the same time.
After stimulating their clits for a while, causing them to moan louder and squirm on the bench, I moved my fingers down in search of their openings. I applied a little bit of pressure on it, eliciting another deep grunt, and without any warning or delay, I slipped my fingers inside, right up to my second knuckle. I knew they were wet enough, and the suddenness of this move always got the women going whom I tried this action with. My nieces were no exception. They arched their backs and let out something between a loud hiss and a deep groan. With the palm of my hand, I applied pressure on their clits, and I moved my finger slowly in and out, amazed by the tightness of their love canals. I’ve never had my finger inside a pussy this tight. My throbbing cock lurched at the idea of sliding into this tight wetness.
I looked over at Sarah, and her chest was heaving as I slowly kept fingering, her body covered in a thin layer of glistening sweat. A quick glance at Sandra showed me the same. But when a small drop of sweat appeared right below her neck and slowly slid down between the two small but firm tits, making its way toward her sopping wet cunt, I knew I was lost forever. There was no more denying. I just had to taste them.
So, just as suddenly as I had entered them, I pulled my fingers out and got to my knees. It was a good thing that the sauna was set to a mere hundred and ten degrees. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to do all this in here.
“Move closer,” I ordered after seeing their surprised and excited faces.
Their little asses scooted closer together, and when I placed my hands on Sandra’s knees, she immediately got the idea, and with a wicked grin, she spread her legs wide. A close-up view of an almost bald pussy with a glistening, reddish slit, topped off by a swollen clit at the top, is something no one will ever forget. Not just the visual image but also the smell are now etched into my brain forever.
The silky soft, short dark hair above her clit, combined with an intoxicating smell, made me dive in like a thirsty man who spent weeks in the desert. My mouth fit perfectly around her lips, and the moment my tongue slid between the folds and my tastebuds were triggered by the sweet, salty nectar between them, I went for it. I found her little love button at the top right away, and the effect on her was instant. I looked up at her, and her head was thrown back as Sarah moved in on her right boob.
As I was eating preteen pussy for the first time in my life, I was mesmerized by the way her cousin was enthusiastically licking her nipple. One of her hands moved in to work on the other boob, and I started lapping away for real now, swallowing every drop of her cunt juices she had to offer.
“Do you love it?” I didn’t think I was meant to hear it, but Sarah whispered just loud enough that I could.
“Mm-hmm…” Sandra moaned.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Is he better than me?” Sarah asked, moving even closer to her cousin’s ear.
“Mm-hmm…” she moaned, and after a few moments, a much louder, “Oohhh… you… you’re good… at… aahhh…” came from her throat.
My eyes were locked on the action on her chest, and when Sarah and I locked eyes, I saw the horniest and sexiest look I ever saw. She winked at me and exaggeratedly licked her cousin’s nipple, showing me all the tongue action that came with it.
Meanwhile, Sandra was taking shallow breaths and was clearly nearing her peak. Seeing how she reacted to the first time I entered her, I decided to do it again, only this time with my entire finger. After probing around a little to let her know what was about to happen, I heard whimpering through her moans and figured she was ready. I applied pressure and made sure to press my fingertip against her G-spot as I moved in. The effect was instant! With a whaling groan, she came. And she came hard.
My mouth was filled with copious amounts of the most delicious fluid known to men, her legs clamped shut around my face, and her pussy contracted sharply around my middle finger.
“Ohh! Ooh! Ooh!!” was all that came out of her throat as I lapped up the gushes that came out of her spasming cunt. Sarah purred approvingly as she kept working on her cousin’s nipples and boobs.
I moved the tip of my finger back down a little in search of her G-spot, and the moment I rubbed firmly over it, she groaned loudly again, and the whole cycle started over once more. I didn’t mind. I was drinking her most intimate fluids and just couldn’t get enough of it. And the idea of another one waiting for me to suck dry almost put me over the top without touching myself.
I could’ve easily made Sandra cum a third time if I wanted to. But the day was still young, and we’d have plenty of opportunities to do that again, so I decided to leave her hanging as she was approaching another peak. She’d be satisfied because of her orgasms but still on edge enough to keep on going.
I sat up on my knees and smiled as I saw the happy but overwhelmed look on Sandra’s face. Sarah and I looked at each other, and there was something in her eyes I couldn’t quite place. But I couldn’t be bothered because I wanted nothing more than to get my tongue between her legs, so I whispered, “Your turn.”
Sarah bit on her lower lip and timidly asked, “Uncle Ronald?”
“I told you. It’s…”
“Will you please fuck me?”
My heart stopped beating for a moment as her words landed. I knew I wanted nothing more than to sink my throbbing cock to the hilt into her tight, young pussy. But hearing her ask this with that innocent voice of hers was all it took. Sandra was back with us the moment Sarah asked this, perked up, and excitedly said, “YEAH! Will you? She wanted this since the moment we first saw your dick. Please…”
Sarah looked sheepishly at me and nodded shyly. How could anybody say no to this? She was practically begging me to fuck her, and seeing her young, sweaty body with the taste of her cousin’s cunt juices still lingering in my mouth, was mind-blowing. Even the most self-disciplined man in the universe would find this overwhelming enough to crack.
“Okay,” I heard myself say hoarsely, “but let’s get out of here.”
I gently took Sarah’s hand and guided her out of the sauna. I could sense her nervousness, though she remained silent. Gesturing towards the comfortable lounge chairs nearby, I motioned for her to sit down. These chairs were designed for relaxation, resembling a cross between a bed and a chair, perfect for unwinding after a stint in the sauna. They sat slightly elevated from the floor, and I realized they were just the right size for us if I knelt down in front of one.
“Go ahead and lay down. Relax,” I said in a soothing tone as I adjusted the bottom part of the chair to create some space. This makeshift setup formed a sort of island within the cluster of lounge chairs, allowing me to kneel while Sarah could still extend her legs onto the adjacent chairs. There was also enough space for Sandra to join us in this setup.
“Are you guys really going to do this!?” Sandra said excitedly. “Can I watch?”
Sandra had grabbed a towel and draped it around Sarah’s shoulders. I was used to the little chill I usually felt coming out of the sauna, but to my nieces, this was the first time. And it was a touching gesture from Sandra to make her cousin’s first fuck as comfortable as she could.
Sarah looked at Sandra and simply nodded, her face a mix of nerves and anticipation. It was a thrilling sight for me, but I wanted to ensure Sarah felt comfortable and safe. So, I replied to Sandra, “Of course you can watch. Sit next to her and toy with her boobs and… her clit to make her feel even better.”
Sandra’s face lit up, and she scooted closer. I looked down at Sarah and saw she was biting her lower lip as she looked between her legs and eyed my boner. I figured it was best to just start and take the tension away, so I grabbed my dick at its base and pointed it down toward her opening.
“Ready?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous myself.
Sarah just nodded and kept her eyes on my dick. I pushed my hips forward a little bit and let my cock head gently touch her pussy lips, just to let her know I was really there. The moment I touched her, she slammed her eyes shut and let out a moan.
My main concern was that she’d be too tight for me. The only thing that could help us there was to get her wetter than wet. A simple nod toward Sandra was enough for her to get going on sucking her cousin’s nipples. Another moan from Sarah was my cue to make my next move. I pressed my dickhead a bit firmer against her lips and was amazed at how easily I slipped in between them. Her pussy was sopping wet and slippery as hell. There was no way she could get any wetter than she was now.
Sandra was lapping away on Sarah’s tits, but her eyes were locked on my cock. Sarah looked expectantly at me, and at that moment, I knew this was it. I was about to fuck a twelve-year-old girl who was practically begging me to do this, while another twelve-year-old would be our audience. I could hardly even wrap my head around it all.
“Do it,” Sarah hissed as I applied just a little more pressure.
I pushed forward, and when I felt the familiar popping sensation of my cockhead entering her, I expected her to wince in pain or something. But the exact opposite was true. A loud “Oh! YESSS!” from Sarah was followed by a soft “Wow!” from Sandra.
“You okay?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
Sarah nodded, still biting her lip, and spread her legs even wider. A gentle push with my hips made me gaspmyself. Damn! This girl was tight! I’ve fucked my fair share of women over the years. Some were tight, some were plain worn-out sluts. But I’ve never had one this tight. I had some trouble containing myself and not start pounding away. And these two excited and horned-up faces urging me on didn’t help much either. But this wasn’t about me. I wanted Sarah to have the best first fuck possible because she’d remember it for the rest of her life.
“This bit might hurt a little,” I said, “Your pussy is going to be stretched and this might feel uncomfortable.”
Sandra lifted her face and said, “We tried this with my mom’s dildo a couple of months ago. Just to make sure our first time wouldn’t hurt.”
Now, I had run out of excuses. I locked eyes with Sarah, and all I could see was determination and lust in there. Just the tiniest nod from her was all it took. I pushed forward and felt my rock-hard cock being engulfed by the tightest, warmest, and slipperiest pussy I’ve ever fucked up until then. I had expected at least some resistance, but I slid in all the way with ease, only pushing my hips to break through the friction of her tightness. All the while, I kept a close look on her face. Her eyes had gotten an unfocused look, and her mouth was open. She was breathing rapidly in short bursts, and Sandra had forgotten to help her out. All she did was watch how our genitals were merging into one.
“Oohhh… you’re big…” Sarah groaned, but her huge grin told me she loved the way it felt.
I half expected I’d have to pull back and call it quits because I simply wouldn’t fit in there. But when my balls rested against her ass, and I had nothing more to slide into her, I was amazed at how easy this all was going. But the tightness around my cock was something else! Sandra moved in to get a closer look. Her hoarse, “Fuck! This is hot!” was followed by a lick over her cousin’s clit and the small strip at the base of my cock that didn’t fit inside. Yet.
“Ahhhh.. fuck… fuck me… FUCK ME!” Sarah groaned, her unfocused expression giving her an almost possessed look.
But I wasn’t one to argue. Her slick, tight cunt was firmly gripping my throbbing cock, and my balls pulled up each time her pussy rippled over my shaft. So, I slowly started pulling out, eliciting another loud hiss, followed by a deep grunt from her. But I heard myself groan too. This was by far the best pussy I ever fucked!
After I almost pulled out, I immediately slid back in again. It took a lot of willpower not to slam into her but to keep it slow and steady. All too soon, I bottomed out again, and our pubes merged once more. The only word I recognized between her incoherent words was a high-pitched “FSTRR!” as Sarah kept on moaning and groaning.
I picked up the pace and saw Sandra had lain down on her side, lips around one of Sarah’s nipples, and eyes focused on my cock. Her legs obscenely spread as she was fingering herself, showing off her insides to me. How much stimulation can a man handle?
So… she wanted me to go faster? Sure. I could do that! I’d give her faster, damn it. Each thrust increased in speed and force. When we started this, I was afraid I’d hurt this precious preteen girl, but she liked it hard, and I’d let her determine the best way to fuck her virginity away. My cockhead slid a little bit into her cervix each time I slammed into her. Another first for me.
Lewd noises of flesh on flesh filled the room, combined with loud groans and moans from the three of us. I usually didn’t like a screamer, and I was pretty quiet myself. But hearing her loud moans and muffled screams was another layer on this already hotter-than-hot fuck. By now, I couldn’t care less how much she screamed. As long as I could keep on pounding that tight pussy of hers. Her slippery tightness. Her loud moans. The way she looked possessed each time I entered her firmer and slipped deeper into her cervix. All of this was accumulating into a roaring thunderstorm that was building inside. And when she practically screamed my name and her whole body stiffened, this thunderstorm erupted. I came. And oh boy, did I cum!
Her already tight snatch gripped me so firmly that I thought she’d squeeze my dick off. I could hardly slam into her for that crucial final time as my balls pulled up, but I knew I had to. And when I felt the first spurt shoot up my shaft, and my cockhead being covered by that underdeveloped cervix, her pussy rippled over the entire length of my twitching cock, and another spurt already flew up, while the first hadn’t even coated the insides of my preteen niece, yet. I’ve never experienced such a strong and forceful cum in my life. I heard myself groan in the distance as spurt after spurt left my cock. White flashes were all around me as I pushed firmly into this adolescent girl. Into Sarah.
After a couple of moments, I slowly regained my focus and saw Sarah lying limp on the cushion below me, with Sandra tenderly stroking her cheek. “Is she okay?” I asked worriedly, but when her cunt contracted and firmly gripped my cock again, I had to briefly close my eyes.
“You did it.”
Sarah smiled and whispered a soft, “Yeah…”
“You really lost it,” Sandra whispered and gave her cousin a peck on her cheek.
“Yeah…”
“First.”
“Mm-hmm,” Sarah nodded and flashed a thankful smile.
Sarah’s eyes fluttered, and a massive grin spread across her face. She squeezed her pussy again, and when my cock gave a violent twitch, she started giggling.
“Was it as good as it looked?” Sandra asked with amusement in her voice.
Sarah looked at her cousin, and with her eyes wide as saucers, she breathed, “A gazillion times better! You’ve gotta try this, too!”
I was afraid she’d say that. Right now, I was still remarkably hard, and the idea of sinking myself into a tight young pussy again would probably keep me going. But I knew I needed help, and as a leftover from my playboy days, I still had several ‘helpful’ stashes around the house. I gently placed my hand on Sarah’s lower belly, right above her silky pubes, and started pulling out. She sucked in a breath as my dick left her.
“Wow! Some cum is leaking out!” Sandra noticed with her usual enthusiasm.
I got to my feet, reached over to a nearby drawer, and pulled out a small bottle. I grabbed one of the blue pills and swallowed down the Viaglis quickly, so it wasn’t that noticeable. The girls were too busy watching how my cum seeped out of Sarah’s cunt, so I didn’t have to explain myself. This pill worked perfectly on me, and I’d be hard for hours after about twenty minutes. I knew these twenty minutes were going to be filled with steaming hot sex with a preteen girl, and after that, the Viaglis would do its job, so I’d be good until after dinner. These two insatiable young girls wouldn’t know what hit them.
This thought put a smile on my face, and as I got back on my knees at the lounge chairs, the girls were engaged in a steaming-hot Frenching session. I moved my hand up Sandra’s leg and rubbed my fingers over her dripping wet pussy. This caused her to giggle, break their kiss, and look at me. I grabbed the base of my cock and wiggled it to show her I was still hard.
“I thought boys couldn’t do it twice in a row?” she replied, surprised but with a horny grin on her face.
“With beautiful girls like the two of you, I couldn’t get soft if I wanted to. Trust me!”
“You gotta try it! Here,” Sarah said and moved out of the way.
Sandra took her spot on the chair and suddenly looked nervous. Her whole ‘I know what I want, and I’m in complete control’ attitude was gone again. She looked at Sarah and timidly asked, “You sure it won’t hurt? He’s bigger than Mom’s dildo…”
“Shut up, Doofus. You’ll love it. Trust me!”
That was apparently all the encouragement Sandra needed. She scooted her ass over to the edge and spread her legs wide. The scent that came from between her legs immediately made my cock lurch and my balls tingle. Just as I did with her cousin, I started by rubbing my dick all around her pussy. And sure enough, this got her going right away. It was also clear that she was definitely wet enough. Maybe even wetter and slipperier than Sarah, although that was hardly possible.
Sarah had already started working on Sandra’s tits. Her eyes focused on my rubbing cock as she licked, nibbled, and sucked. I gave a slight push with my hips, and the added pressure made my dickhead slide right into Sandra’s hole. I wanted to warn her first and didn’t expect this to happen, so I felt a little sorry that it had. But seeing her instant reaction as I entered her took away my fear of being too rough. Her mouth was open, eyes crossed, and a grunting “oooohhhh…” came from deep within her. Sarah’s eyes were wide, and she had stopped her task of stimulating her cousin.
My dickhead tingled as it was gently being squeezed by Sandra’s pussy. As her eyes started to seek mine but obviously had trouble doing so, I waited. But this waiting did something to her. Her face turned into a mix of determination and longing, and the moment her eyes locked on mine, the urgency of her look couldn’t be missed. She didn’t have to nod, ask me, or anything else for that matter. She wanted me.
So, for the second time, I started sinking into a tight, slippery virgin pussy. The tightness of it surprised me again, and once my balls hit her ass, the tip of my dick touched her cervix. I was basically fucking the same pussy, only this one belonged to another adolescent girl. I assumed I would last longer this second time. But apparently, fucking virgin pussy does something to a man. And I wasn’t an exception to that. After about five minutes of fucking my little niece, she started bucking and thrashing around and moaning incoherent sentences. It was almost like a rodeo as I tried to stay inside her.
Right after Sandra came violently, I shot my load into her. Visualizing how my swimmers would enter her womb since they were shot almost straight into it was absolutely mind-blowing. During my cum, Sandra came again, which boosted my ego significantly.
“You did it,” Sarah whispered as she caringly wiped some hairs from Sandra’s face.
“Wow…”
“You’re a woman, now.”
“Yeah…”
“Didn’t I tell you?”
“You did…” Sandra exhaled deeply, and I thought I could hear the word “Amazing…” as she did this.
“You guys looked really hot doing that!” Sarah said excitedly as I regained my breath, “Can we…”
There was a loud ‘bang’ and all the lights went out. Both girls let out a yelp, and Sandra’s pussy squeezed my dick as she did this. I slowly pulled out and noticed the Viaglis was doing its work. I hadn’t lost any of my stiffness.
“It’s probably the storm. I guess the lighting hit some powerline inland. Nothing to worry about. I’ve got emergency power that can last weeks. It’s just restricted to the living part of the house, so let’s head upstairs.”
There was a little bit of light streaming in through the open door. I could make out their silhouettes and gave them a hand to lead them out of there. The moment I grabbed Sarah’s hand, her other went searching for my boner, which it found moments later. She gave it a few gentle strokes, and after she squeezed it, she asked, “Still in the mood? ‘Cause I’d like to go for seconds…”
We didn’t just go for seconds. There were thirds, fourths, fifths and sixths. I actually lost count at some point. We fucked and sucked all day. I had to take two more pills and never felt more drained in my life than after that day. I’ve had my fair share of fucking frenzies, but never one like this. These girls just didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t want to stop.
I was glad I was still in decent shape and worked out on a regular basis. Otherwise, my heart would’ve definitely stopped beating that day. We fucked in the living room, in the girl’s room, and even on the pool deck once the storm passed. After eating a quick dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen so the girls had time to freshen up in their room. But when I returned to the couch, they were lying on top of each other, Frenching and groping away, their pussies pressed together and their legs widely spread.
“Pick one,” Sarah giggled as she looked back at me over her shoulder.
Looking back, I wish I had taken a picture of that moment. Two young cunts, ready to be pounded, pressed close together as one and presented to me as a five-star desert. But I didn’t choose. I alternated between them, which turned out to be the longest fuck of the day. Because of the back-and-forth switching, both girls got down from their peaks each time I switched, and since I had come over six times already that day, I wasn’t coming again any time soon, anyway.
I insisted on catching a break after that fuck in the living room. We cuddled up on the couch with the girls on either side of me. We watched some softcore movie with loads of forbidden flesh, but without the penetration overly visible and exaggerating actresses screaming away, and it was still incredibly sexy and hot. Especially since the girls kept toying with my cock and balls the entire time.
After the movie was over, the girls shot up as if stung by a bee. They ran upstairs, giggling like schoolgirls, which they had every right to do since they were actual schoolgirls. I smiled inwardly and knew I was in for yet another treat. And sure enough, when I entered my bedroom, I was treated to the sight of two young bottoms next to each other, hip to hip, sticking up invitingly into the air. Their faces were away from me, hidden by the covers, and their chests were on the bed. Both were sitting on their knees, tiny asses stuck up in the air.
“You have to guess who’s who,” they chuckled.
I didn’t waste any time. I sank into the first pussy, and immediately knew it was Sarah. She was a little tighter than her cousin. But I kept up the pretense of trying to figure it out by switching between them. By the time they both came again, I shot yet another load into Sarah. I was amazed that there wasn’t any of my cum coming out of her ears by now, considering the amount of jizz I had shot into her already.
After this, we called it a day. There wasn’t any question where the girls would sleep. They were crawling under the sheets before I could say anything. I didn’t mind. There wasn’t any reason left to not let them sleep with me.
That night, I woke up twice. The first time, Sandra was sucking away on my stiffening cock. I was actually amazed I could still get it hard after a day like that. And in the early morning, as the first light got in through the windows, I was awakened by Sarah straddling my waist while Sandra jacked me to the final bit of hardness and aimed my cock toward Sarah’s opening. We fucked a little, but neither of us came. It was just a nice, slow fuck without any urgency in it. But it was an indescribable feeling falling asleep with her body on top of mine, and my cock buried deep inside her tight pussy.
The sunlight flooded the room as my phone buzzed. I carefully shifted the nude twelve-year-old to the side and reached for my phone. It was a text from Maria, announcing that her girlfriend had said yes. I replied, extending congratulations from all three of us. As I locked my phone, I realized it was already noon. So, I gently woke the girls, sharing the exciting news with them.
The days after this morphed into one. We didn’t bother with clothes anymore, and we fucked a lot. Not as much as that first day, but it was still a lot. I felt like a thirteen-year-old again, still getting hard whenever I needed to. But the pills helped.
Sandra, Sarah, and I had tried every possible threesome position we could think of and could find online. We tackled even the toughest ones. There was this one in particular where I was convinced I couldn’t do it. They playfully teased me, saying I shouldn’t complain so much. Luckily, we managed, and I actually enjoyed it very much. My experience with previous three and foursomes did help me out here. I didn’t talk about this with the girls, of course, but the experience did prevent an awkward situation a couple of times.
Whenever we weren’t having sex, we were constantly goofing around. Having these two high-spirited youngsters around was refreshing and eye-opening. Having the right people in my life made it better and more meaningful. The interchangeable, long-legged models were a great lay, and sex with them was terrific, but they didn’t affect me on a personal level. What I truly cherished was the personal connection I had with Sandra and Sarah. Sure! The sex was fantastic, but if I was being honest, having a real-life uncle/niece relationship with them was even better.
By the time my sisters rang my doorbell, the Esses and I were acting like a real family. Okay, I wasn’t their actual father, but I’ve never felt this close to other people as I did at that moment. We knew what the other wanted before they had to say it. We were connecting on so many levels that it felt frightening and suffocating in the beginning. But they taught me, by just being around, that this was okay. It wasn’t scary or suffocating, and I shouldn’t be scared about letting other people get close to me. That was, more than the sex, the best thing that happened during this past week.
“Did it go well?” Laura inquired as I passed her a coffee.
“We had a blast!” I replied enthusiastically.
“So, they weren’t too much trouble for a single man, swamped in work, after all?” Lisa said with a hint of amusement in her voice.
“I… uhm…”
“What’s up?” Laura asked. She always saw right through me.
“Well… You guys always tease me about being a hermit. And… let’s face it… I am a hermit most of the time.”
“Uh huh…” Lisa said, casting a quick and confused glance at her sister.
“Now that I had this company for a week, I actually liked it. I mean… I really liked it! I know I will miss the girls. I’ll miss the life they brought to the house, the sound of voices not coming from the television or the AI but from actual people. People who were here because of me and not because of my money.”
My sisters looked at each other questioningly. I guess this was their twin telepathy because a moment later, Lisa said, “That’s… a bit unexpected… But I’m glad this has happened.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lisa and I had talked about this,” Laura said, “but we never knew how we could help you. Honestly, we kind of gave up. Sending the Esses over was exactly what we said it was. They wanted to come here to have some fun and to take their minds off the divorce. Most of all, they wanted to reconnect with you. That’s really all there was to it.”
“Well… I’m glad they took the initiative. And…” I paused for a moment, not used to feeling this vulnerable, “maybe the three of us can hang out together a bit more?”
“Of course. I’d love that!”
“Me, too,” came from my other side.
And with that, they got on either side of me on the couch and hugged me tightly. I loved feeling the warmth of my sisters. Not just the physical warmth but also the spiritual warmth. After this little family gathering, I heard my nieces come into the living room, and they sat down near us.
Lisa broke the hug, turned to Sandra, and asked, “And how about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
“It was amazing!” Sandra excitedly said. “He’s such a cool uncle, and this place is awesome! I do get wet lots of times here, but I think we’ve got that covered now.”
Both Lisa and Laura cocked an eyebrow and looked at me. Behind my sisters, Sarah shot a glare at Sandra, indicating she should watch her words.
“It’s, uhm… it’s a running gag about the ocean and the swimming pool,” I quickly said, not wanting to go into too much detail, of course.
“I’m glad you’ve had fun and enjoyed yourself,” Laura said thoughtfully. “Because, uhm… we’re considering booking a cruise. It would mean being away for almost a month. We’ve already spoken to the girls about this before we left, and they said they were okay with it as long as this week was okay. And judging by their reaction, it was. We’ve also arranged things with their school, so also no problem there. But… uhm… would you be willing to look after them again?”
I attempted to look thoughtful, and after a second, I said, “I don’t know… A month is a long time. You’d have to bring a couple more books to read!”
I gave the girls a knowing wink, and they both licked their lips seductively while grinning back cheekily. I doubted if my body would survive another month of countless sex, but I was more than willing to try.
The end
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