“Whose car is that?” my friend Paul asked as he pulled his car up in front of my house.

I looked at the sporty red Camaro parked in the driveway, but didn’t recognize it. “Not sure,” I replied.

“Is it Paige’s?”

“I think I’d know if my sister got a new car.”

“Have you asked her yet?”

“Asked her what?”

“About going out with me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I told you that wasn’t happening.”

“Why not? She’s your sister. She might do it if you ask.”

“What fantasy world are you living in? She’s a year older than you, and in college and dating college guys. Not only that, she was the head cheerleader last year. Cheerleaders don’t date guys like you and me.”

“But she’s so fucking hot.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Would you stop saying that?”

“But it’s true. You know it is.”

“She’s my sister. We grew up together. She can’t be hot to me.”

“Have you ever seen her naked?”

“God, would you stop asking me that? Have you ever seen your sister naked?”

“All the time. She runs around the house without clothes every day. I can hook you up if you want.”

“She’s twelve, you sick fuck.”

He grinned. “Just how you like ’em. No hair on their cooter.”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s gross.”

He laughed and then shook his head. “Dude, we’re a couple of losers.”

I frowned. “Speak for yourself.”

“Admit it. We just graduated from high school, and here we are, spending Friday nights with each other. We should be going out with girls. Getting laid.”

“Sounds like a plan. Do you know any girls?”

“They’re all over the place. Look around.”

“Yeah, but they have to be interested in us.”

“God, if I don’t have sex soon, I’m going to explode.”

“I hear you.”

“Let’s make a pact.”

“A pact?”

“Yeah. Let’s promise each other we’ll lose our virginities before we go off to college.”

“How are we going to do that?”

“I don’t know, but are you in?” He held out his fist to me.

I grinned and gave it a bump. “I’m in.”

“Yeah, dude, it’s going to happen. I know it.”

I smiled. “I hope you’re right.”

Little did I know, his prediction was about to come true for me.

I made my way up the sidewalk as Paul drove off, then entered the house. The downstairs was quiet with the television off, reminding me that my parents had left earlier in the day for a getaway anniversary weekend at a bed and breakfast up by the lake. That meant my sister and I had the house to ourselves for the next two days.

I wondered if the Camaro in the driveway belonged to a guy, who was now up in my sister’s room with his cock inside of her. I winced at the thought, not wanting to think about my sister in that way. But the fact was, since Paige had arrived home from her first year of college three weeks ago, I’d been having all kinds of strange thoughts about her. Thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking.

After using the bathroom, I made my way up the stairs. At the top, I saw that my sister’s bedroom door was open. My heart leapt. If she was screwing a guy in there, did that mean I was going to get a glimpse of what was going on? A part of me was disturbed by that idea, but another part — a part I could never admit to anyone — wanted to see that very much. In my imagination I could picture it: my sister lying back naked with her legs spread as some faceless guy lay between them, his ass rising and falling as his cock skewered into her shaved-smooth pussy. I’d seen enough internet porn to know what that looked like, so it was only a matter of placing my sister’s face on the body.

I paused and closed my eyes, pressing my hand to my forehead. Stop it, I told myself. You can’t keep doing this. It’s sick.

After taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and continued down the hall. It was a stupid idea anyway. Paige wouldn’t be dumb enough to leave her door open if she was fucking a guy.

Would she?

My heart rate picked up slightly as I reached her door and glanced in. Nope, there was no naked couple on the bed. Just my sister and one of her friends. I continued on, not wanting to bother them.

“Kyle?”

I stopped, trying unsuccessfully to place the voice. Then I backed up to the doorway.

My sister was sitting on her bed with her back against the headboard, and this girl was lying across the bottom on her stomach, smiling up at me. Then the recognition came.

It was Gwen Thomas, Paige’s best friend from high school. They did everything together, including running the cheerleading squad. She was short — about five-five, the same height as my sister, but she had red hair instead of Paige’s blond locks. But she was just as beautiful. I even had a small crush on her a few years ago, but I never let her know. Like I said to Paul, cheerleaders don’t have time for guys like me.

So I was a little surprised she’d called my name.

“Gwen?” I replied, looking at her curiously. She looked older than the last time I’d seen her. More mature.

She smiled. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I glanced at my sister, who was just taking in the conversation.

“How was your senior year?” Gwen asked.

“Good,” I said with a nod, still confused about what was going on. “How about you? How was college?”

“It was great. Had a lot of fun.”

“That’s good.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, looking again at my sister.

Gwen moved from lying to sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. She was wearing jean shorts and a white stretch blouse that showed off her breasts quite nicely. I had to concentrate in order not to stare.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Gwen asked, still smiling.

I swallowed. “Um, no.” Then I added. “You? Um, I mean a boyfriend?”

She giggled. “No one steady.”

“I, um, I guess I’ll go to my room now. Leave you two alone.”

“You can stay if you want,” Gwen said. “We don’t mind.”

I glanced at Paige again, who gave me a slight nod.

“Um, okay.” my discomfort was growing. What was going on here?

“Have a seat,” Gwen said. “Get comfortable.”

Although she patted the bed beside her, I looked around for another option. Then I moved to my sister’s computer desk and turned the chair around to face the bed before sitting down.

Gwen smiled again. “So, what’s been going on?”

“Um, not much. You?”

“What did you do tonight?”

“Just went out.”

“On a date?”

“No. Just me and a friend.”

“Girl friend?”

“No, my friend Paul.”

“That’s weird.”

I gave her a curious look. “Weird?”

“I mean, I would think you’d be out with a girl.”

“Um…” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“You’ve really changed since last fall.”

My brow furrowed. “Really?”

“Of course. It’s so obvious. You’re taller, and your body is filling out. You’re not scrawny anymore.”

That was all true. I’d grown six inches in the past year, and I’d gained about twenty pounds. While I’d never be mistaken for an athlete, I was starting to resemble my father, who was six-three with broad shoulders.

“Um, thanks.”

“And you’re getting cute, too. I would think the girls would be all over you.”

I felt a warm blush on my face. “Well, um…”

“It sounds to me like you’re just shy.”

Paige said. “I always tell him that.”

I looked at my sister, who was smiling and acting like this was a normal conversation.

“Can I ask you a question?” Gwen said.

“I guess.”

“It’s kind of personal.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering what this was about.

“Are you a virgin?”

I stared at her in surprise. “What?”

“I’m just curious.”

I shook my head. “That’s… um… that’s too personal.”

“So is that a yes?”

I looked at Paige for help, but she was still wearing that enigmatic expression.

“Um…”

“It’s okay if you are,” Gwen said. “I’ve had a few virgins, and they’re usually the nicest guys.”

“Well, I…”

“Have you done anything with a girl?”

“Anything?”

“You know. Have you ever kissed one?”

“Well…”

“Have you ever made out with one?”

“Um…”

“Ever felt a girl’s boob? Got your hand in her panties?”

“I, um…” This was all happening too fast.

“Have you ever seen a girl naked?”

With that, I glanced at Paige again, who gave me a knowing smile. We both knew the answer to that question.

It’d happened two-and-a-half weeks ago, three days after my sister had come home from college. Although we’d fought like normal brothers and sisters growing up, we’d forged a sort of truce in the past few years, and it was honestly nice to have her home again. We were getting along great and having some good talks, with her seemingly genuinely interested in what I’d been up to while she’d been gone.

She’d borrowed my headphones and I needed them back, so I went to her bedroom and knocked on the closed door. When there was no response, I knocked again, a little louder, and called her name. Still no response.

I couldn’t remember if she’d gone out, but I needed my headphones now, and I knew she kept them on her dresser. So I figured she wouldn’t mind if I just went in and took them. Gripping the door handle, I pushed it open and stepped inside.

The sight that greeted me was literally stunning. I stood there with my mouth agape and stared.

It was Paige, but unlike I’d never seen her before. She was standing in the middle of the room with my headphones on, her body swaying slowly to the beat of the music, which was loud enough for me to hear.

And she was completely naked.

Her breasts bounced softly with her movements, full and round and so incredibly soft looking. They were topped by rose-colored nipples on the top slopes, with half-dollar sized areolas.

Her body tapered down to a narrow waist, then flared out to the curve of her hips, which framed the triangle of her pussy. She was shaved completely smooth, with her full outer lips pressed together to form a delicate slit, which curved down and underneath, out of sight. Her legs were long and lithe, and her eyes were closed as she focused on the music.

I stood there unable to move. I knew I should leave immediately, but it was like my feet were stuck to the carpet. My wide eyes took in every detail, soaking in the amazing beauty before me. Her face was peaceful as her curly blond hair tumbled down over her shoulders. She was perfection personified.

But then my brain engaged, and I knew I had to go. But at that moment, her eyes fluttered open. It took a moment, but they focused on me and then went wide with surprise. Quickly, she snatched the headphones off her head and used them to cover her crotch, while at the same time using her other arm to hide her breasts.

“Kyle!” she said.

I held up my hands. “I’m sorry!”

“You should knock!”

“I did! You didn’t hear me! Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I took another step back.

“What do you want?”

“Um, nothing.”

“You must’ve had a reason to barge in here.”

“I didn’t barge in! I knocked and thought you had gone out.”

“So what do you want?”

“Um, my headphones.” I pointed at her crotch.

“Oh.” She paused and said, “Do you really need them? I was having fun.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, that’s okay. Keep them. You can give them to me later.”

She held them out to me. “If you really want them, take them.”

I glanced down quickly at her cute little bald pussy, then back up again. “No, it’s okay.”

“You sure?” she said, still holding them out. I took another quick peek.

“Yeah.” With that, I backed out of the room and quickly closed the door.

“Holy shit,” I muttered as I hurried back to my room.

“Have you?” Gwen repeated.

“Um, what?”

“Have you ever seen a naked girl?”

I glanced at Paige again. “Yeah.”

“I mean like a live girl. Not on the internet.”

“Yeah.”

“Who?”

I shook my head. “I can’t say.”

“Maybe you’re making it up.”

“I’m not.”

“Was she pretty?”

Another glance at Paige. “Yeah.” She smiled in response.

“So you saw this naked pretty girl and didn’t do anything with her?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, I didn’t do anything.”

“Why?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn’t like what?”

“About sex.”

“Why not?”

“It just wasn’t.”

“Did you jerk off after seeing her?”

I frowned. “What? No way!”

“Why not?”

“I don’t do that.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“I don’t.”

“All guys jerk off.”

“No they don’t. I mean, I don’t.”

She just smiled at me.

“What?” I said.

“Did you get hard?”

“What?”

“When you saw this naked girl?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Like I said, it wasn’t like that.”

“You said she was pretty, and she was naked. How could you not get hard?”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Why not?”

“Just because.” I stood. “I’m going to my room.” I started towards the door.

“Wait,” she said, stopping me.

I looked at her expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was being rude.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Actually, I want to do something for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Paige and I both think all you need is some confidence. And the best way to get confidence is with experience.”

I looked at her blankly. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m willing to give you some experience.”

“What does that mean?”

She smiled. “I want to do something for you.”

“Like what?”

She continued to smile. “Something really nice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kyle, would you enjoy it if I sucked your cock?”

I stared at her in complete surprise, convinced I’d misunderstood her words.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I want to give you a blowjob.”

“W-w-why?”

“Because I like virgins, and I think it would help you.”

I looked at Paige, who was just staring back. Then I looked back at Gwen.

“Y-you want to…?” I just couldn’t say the words.

“Yes, I want to suck your dick until you come. Would you like that?”

“N-now?”

“Yes, right now. Right here.”

“Here?” I glanced at my sister again.

“Here, Kyle.” Gwen said. “What do you say?”

“Um…”

“I promise you’ll enjoy it. Say yes.”

I stared at her without replying.

The corners of her lips turned up. “Say yes, Kyle.”

I stared a moment longer, then croaked, “Yes.”

She slid off the bed and moved to her knees in front of me before reaching for my zipper.

I took a slight step back and said, “Whoa,” my eyes gaping in surprise. My hands covered my groin protectively.

“What?” she said. “I thought you said yes.”

I glanced over at my sister, who was still sitting there watching. “Maybe, um, we should go somewhere else.”

“Here is just fine,” Gwen said.

I shook my head. “No, I can’t.” I glanced at Paige again.

“Don’t worry about her,” Gwen said. “Once I get my mouth on you, you won’t be able to think about anything else.”

“It’s just… weird.” I looked at Paige, who just simply met my gaze.

Gwen scooted forward slightly and reached again, this time pushing my hands away as she gripped the button of my jeans. Then she popped it loose before tugging the zipper down.

“Holy shit,” I grunted.

“Relax,” she said, smiling up at me. “You’re going to love this.”

She hooked her fingers in my pants and boxers, then began pulling them down. I looked at my sister, who was watching the proceedings. Her eyes moved up to mine, and she smiled slightly. Then she mouthed, “We’re even now.”

I stared at her in shock. She was talking about me seeing her naked. This was even to her? Watching me get a blowjob from her friend?

“No fucking way!”

Gwen’s words caused me to look down, and I saw her staring in surprise. When I looked lower, I saw that my cock had flopped out and was now hanging down in front of her face. I looked at her in confusion.

“Your dick is huge!” she said, still staring at my crotch.

I felt the heat of my blush on my face. I’d dreamed of getting a blowjob so many times, but I’d never imagined it to be like this. This was so weird, it was practically a nightmare.

“Um…” That’s all I could get out. I was speechless.

“I’m serious,” she said. “That’s the biggest cock I’ve personally seen. And it’s not even hard. She turned to my sister. “Paige, did you know about this?”

“Oh god,” I muttered, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“I had no idea,” Paige said with a soft smile. “I haven’t seen it since we were kids. And I wasn’t really paying that much attention back then.”

Gwen reached up and took it in her hand, gently holding the shaft. “It’s a beautiful cock too. Nice and masculine.”

I grunted from her touch. Until now, it felt like my dick was shrinking from embarrassment. But as I felt her warm grasp, that familiar tingle pulsed through my nuts.

She began to slowly stroke me, and I sighed as the pleasure began.

“It’s getting hard,” she announced, stating the obvious as my cock began to grow. A glance at Paige told me my growing erection had her undivided attention.

“Yes, that’s it,” Gwen said, her voice soft. “Getting nice and stiff.”

I closed my eyes to block out the scene around me, focusing instead on her hand. It was the first time my cock had been touched by anyone other than me, and it felt very good.

Really, really good.

My dick approached full hardness as her hand slid up and down, bumping over the raised ridge encircling the head. When I opened my eyes again, my cock was arching in a slightly upward curve, but she was holding it down at an angle, so that the swollen head was right in front of her mouth.

“Uhhh,” I groaned as I stared at the erotic sight of this beautiful girl touching and staring at my erection. I wanted to look at my sister, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was just too weird.

Gwen gripped the middle of the shaft and held my cock in place as she leaned forward and kissed the slotted tip. I groaned again from the contact, and also from the incredible sight. Was this really happening?

“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips. “I can already taste you.”

“Damn,” I groaned.

She giggled and leaned forward again, kissing the slitted hole. Then she pressed forward, ovaling her lips as she slid them over the engorged knob, locking them around the shaft just past the ridge.

“Ohhh,” I panted. I’d never felt anything like it.

Then I felt her tongue begin to move, licking over the sensitive spot just below the hole. I groaned again, watching intently as my cock inflated even further, stretching out into a solid bar.

She turned her eyes up to mine, watching my face as she continued to suck, holding just my cockhead in her mouth. I stared back in disbelief, still wondering if this were a dream.

Her hands moved to my hips and held them in place as she slowly pushed her face forward. Her lips stretched around my thick shaft as they slid onto me, causing the underside of my cock to glide over her tongue. Her mouth tightened with suction, and an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped my lips. It felt incredible, and kept getting better as more of my erection slid into her mouth.

Finally, she bottomed out, and she gagged slightly as my cockhead hit the back of her throat. But she kept her mouth around me, her lips gripping my engorged flesh halfway down the shaft.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. This was unbelievable.

She held me deep for a long moment, then reversed direction, her full lips puckering outward as they slid back up my solid length. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven as I watched, and when her tight oral ring bumped over the ridge of my knob, I thought I was going to blow my nuts right there.

She slid all the way off and smiled up at me. “Did you like that, baby?”

“Oh god,” I panted. “That was amazing.”

She giggled softly. “Are you going to come soon?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s like a compliment. And I love the taste of cum.”

“God, you’re so sexy.”

She flicked her tongue out, licking over the stretched-smooth skin of my glans. All the while she kept her wide eyes turned up to mine, watching my reaction from her touch.

A bead of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip of my dick and she licked it away. “Mmm, so sweet,” she said, savoring the taste. Then she moved one hand to the base of my shaft and milked upward. Another clear bead appeared, then overflowed, running down the front of the shaft. She quickly leaned forward and caught it with her tongue, then followed the shiny line up to its source, where she slid her lips around the tip once again and sucked me into her mouth.”Ohhh!” I groaned, feeling my load churning in my nuts. It wouldn’t be long now.

She took me deep again and began bobbing her head, sliding her lips up and down my stiff dick. My skin gleamed with her saliva as her mouth made soft slurping sounds. Up and down, up and down, drawing the pleasure from my body. I groaned and sighed, finally understanding what it was like to feel a woman’s touch on me. How could I have lived this long without experiencing this?

Her hand gripped the base of my shaft, holding my dick in place as her mouth glided over the rigid flesh. I was harder than I’d ever been, my cockhead almost purple from the engorgement. Pre-cum was flowing freely now, and she licked it away each time she reached the end.

“Getting close,” I grunted, my face twisted into a grimace of pleasure. I’d never felt this kind of pressure, and I knew my imminent climax was going to dwarf all previous ones.

Then I heard a sound, and it took me a moment to recognize it. It was a song playing. What was that?

Gwen slid her mouth off my cock and sat back, then reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out her phone. I realized then the music I was hearing was her ringtone.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” she said, then held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

I stared down incredulously as I listened to one side of the conversation, my cock standing up rigid and taut, still glistening wetly from Gwen’s spit.

“Yeah, hi Gabriella. What’s up?”

“What?”

“What?” Gwen was beginning to look agitated.

“Scott is there? At the party? What the fuck?”

“Charlene? He’s with Charlene? No fucking way!”

“In the bedroom? I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No, don’t do anything. I’ll be right there. No, don’t say anything to him. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“He’s dead! I’m on my way!”

With that, she ended the call and stood. “My shithead of a boyfriend is screwing some girl at a party. I have to go.”

I stared at her, not believing this was happening.

“Sorry, baby,” she said, reaching down to give my hard-on a squeeze. I’ll make it up to you some other time.”

Then she walked out, through the door, down the hall, then down the stairs. I turned and stared at the empty doorway as I heard her leave through the front door. A moment later, the Camaro’s engine rumbled to life. Then she was gone, the car’s sound fading down the street.

Another few moments went by as my mind tried to register what’d just happened. Finally, I turned back to see Paige sitting in the same spot, staring stoically at me.

Suddenly, it hit me, and I realized I’d just been getting my cock sucked while my sister watched. And now here I was, standing right in front of her with my dick still hard and obscenely sticking out. What the hell was I doing?

I quickly pulled my pants up without bothering to fasten them, then turned towards the door. As I hurried out, I heard a faint “Kyle” from behind, but I ignored it and rushed to my room, closing the door behind me.

I fell onto my bed and curled up on my side, feeling nothing but humiliation over what’d just occurred. Perhaps if Gwen and I had been alone, I wouldn’t feel so bad about her abandoned blowjob. But the fact that it’d all happened right in front of my sister made it so much worse. This was something I would never live down. Paige would be my sister for the rest of my life, and even when we were old and gray, these memories would still exist. I would always be humiliated by it.

How could I be so stupid? Well, I knew why. My little brain had done the thinking for my big brain. As soon as I felt Gwen’s touch on my cock, I’d forgotten all about my sister being in the room. And when Gwen had my dick halfway down her throat, I hadn’t given one thought to Paige, who was sitting just a few feet away and seeing everything. She thought this would make us even? No way was me catching a momentary glimpse of her naked was anything close to having my dick sucked in front of her.

I was lying there feeling sorry for myself when a soft knock came on my door.

“Kyle?” Paige said softly from the other side.

I didn’t reply.

She knocked again. “Kyle? Can I come in?”

“Go away,” I said sternly.

“Please? I just want to talk.”

“Go away, Paige,” I said.

“I’m sorry that happened. Please, can we talk?”

“No. I don’t feel like talking.”

“Only a few minutes. I promise.”

“Just go away.”

“I’m coming in.”

“No! Just stay out.”

“I’m coming. Are you decent?”

“Paige, I don’t want you in here.”

“Here I come. Get ready.”

The doorknob twisted, and I quickly rolled to my other side, so my back was facing the door. The door opened, and I heard her softly walking across the carpet towards me.

“Kyle.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Go!”

Instead of leaving, I felt the mattress shift as she sat down on the edge.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I’m sorry she left in the middle of that.”

I sighed but didn’t say anything.

“I mean, she should’ve finished what she started. Just leaving like that was rude.”

“It’s best that she did leave,” I said, still facing away from her.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because now I don’t have to face the humiliation of… you know… in front of my sister.”

She was quiet a moment, then said, “You mean coming?”

“Yeah.”

“Why would that be humiliating?”

“It just would. You’re my sister. You shouldn’t be seeing me doing that.”

“It wouldn’t have been much different than what I did see.”

“You shouldn’t have seen any of it. I should’ve told her no.”

“Do you want to know something?”

“What’s that?”

“I kind of enjoyed watching it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. It kind of made me feel closer to you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And that’s not a bad thing, right?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It certainly didn’t make us even.”

She laughed softly. “I guess not. But I did feel like I deserved some kind of payback for you walking in on me.”

“I didn’t walk in on you. I knocked first. It’s not my fault you couldn’t hear.”

“Okay, let’s not argue about that anymore.”

“What just happened was a lot more than me seeing you naked.”

“That’s true.”

“What would make us even now would be me watching some guy do that to you.”

“Do what to me?”

“You know, with his mouth.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so. Do you want to see that?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just saying if you’re talking about being even, that would be it.”

“Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you please turn and look at me. I’m getting tired of talking to your back.”

I rolled over to face her. “How’s that?”

She gave me a soft smile. “Much better.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure?”

“Why did you want to see that? Why didn’t you leave?”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Curiosity, maybe.”

“Curiosity about what?”

“About you. You changed so much since last fall, I was curious what else had changed. And, um, well, you certainly impressed me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never knew you were so… big.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, you’re really big.”

“God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a compliment.”

“Not from my sister.”

“Why not from me? I’ve been with enough guys to know. And like I said, you’re very impressive. Whatever girl who ends up with you is going to be very lucky.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course. And I don’t say that just because of your cock. You’re a sweet guy, and caring, and funny, and handsome. Add in your big dick, and you’re the perfect catch.”

I couldn’t believe my sister was using words like cock and dick with me. We’d never talked like this before.

“I don’t believe all that, but thanks for saying it.”

She pouted. “I’m not lying. You really are all those things. If I wasn’t your sister, I’d–” She stopped.

“You’d what?”

“I’d… I’d be interested.”

“Interested?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“I’d be interested in… hooking up with you.”

I sat up a little straighter. “Seriously?”

“Yes. So no, I’m not making all that up.”

“You would want to hook up with me?”

“Why is that so inconceivable?”

“Because you’re you, and I’m me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a beautiful cheerleader, and I’m just a nerd.”

“Stop it. You’re not a nerd. You’ve changed.”

“I don’t feel like I’ve changed.”

“Trust me, you have.”

“No other girls have seemed to notice. I’m still a virgin.”

“That’s because you have no confidence. Girls can sense that.”

“That’s right, confidence. I thought I was supposed to get some of that with the blowjob?”

She smiled. “Well, that job wasn’t finished, was it?”

So I have to come in a girl’s mouth to get confidence?”

Giggling, she said, “Maybe. Or other places.”

“I’m not seeing the connection.”

“Trust me, it’s there.” Then she turned serious and said, “Are you okay?”

“Just embarrassed.”

“No, I mean are you okay?”

“Okay?”

“You know. She left right in the middle of things. Are you okay… down there?” She glanced down at my crotch.

“I’m fine.”

“You were pretty close there. That would bother most guys to stop like that.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Are you going to have to… you know?”

“What?”

“You know.” She made a stroking motion with her hand.

“I told you I don’t do that.”

“Come on, Kyle. It’s just me here now.”

“I don’t!”

She seemed to think for a moment, then said, “In that case, I feel really bad for you.”

“Why?”

“Most guys I know would have blue balls after something like that. So close to coming and then nothing.”

“Like I said, I’m fine.”

“But then most guys would just take care of the problem themselves. Get some relief on their own. But since you don’t do that, you don’t even have that outlet. It must be terrible.”

I stared at her. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I mean, so pent up with no release, it must be torture.”

“Paige, you’re making too big of a deal over this.”

“I don’t think I am. I care about you. And it hurts me to think that my actions are causing you discomfort. I could’ve stopped this, but I didn’t.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“I’m just saying, if there’s anything I can do to help, just ask.”

“Help?”

“Anything. I feel so guilty. And if you can’t relieve the pressure yourself, maybe I can do it for you.”

I stared at her again, not sure if I was hearing things right.

“Do it for me?”

“Of course. I’ve done it with other guys.”

“Done it?”

“You know.” She made the stroking motion again.

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Like I said, I feel guilty.”

“You want to do that to me?”

“Yes.”

“But I’m your brother.”

She shrugged. “So? It’s not like real sex or anything.”

“It’s kinda like that.”

She laughed. “Kyle, you’re a virgin. What do you know about real sex? Trust me, a handjob is nothing like fucking.”

Once again, I was startled at her use of words. But I was more surprised by what she was proposing.

“So you want to give me a handjob?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I want. It’ll serve two purposes. First, it will relieve your pressure. And second, it will alleviate my guilt. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for me.”

“This is weird.”

“No it’s not. If you needed a back massage, I’d give you one. This is just massaging a different part of your body.”

Her logic was getting hard to argue with. Even more so because my dick was stiffening again just from the thought of my beautiful sister’s hand wrapped around it.

“Are you sure?”

She smiled. “Positive. Do you want to?”

“I guess. I mean if you want to.”

She stood from the bed. “Great. Take your pants off. I’ll be right back.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“To my room to get something. Just take your clothes off.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

She turned and walked out.

When she returned, I was lying back on my bed, completely naked. I had my hands over my groin, cupping my dick and balls and hiding them from her view. My cock was soft again, stunned from the realization of what was about to happen.

She had removed her shorts and blouse, and was now dressed in a nightshirt that came down to the tops of her thighs. In her hand was a bottle of clear liquid.

“What’s that?” I asked.

She held up the bottle. “Lubricating Gel. Cherry scented.”

“Why do you have that?”

She smiled. “Like I said, I’ve done this before.”

“Oh.”

“You ready?”

“I guess.”

She knelt up onto the bed, then moved over me, straddling my legs. I shifted them closer together, giving her room. Settling down on her haunches, her butt rested on my knees. Her body felt warm, and from this close, I could clearly see the bumps of her nipples in her thin nightshirt. So no bra obviously. And her shirt had ridden up, allowing me a view of her white panties stretched over her pubic mound.

“Um, you’re going to have to move your hands.”

I looked down to see my hands still cupping my junk. “Sorry,” I said, and moved them away.

She took a moment to stare down at my groin. Then she nodded and said, “Very nice, brother.”

Lifting the bottle, she popped the top with her thumb and then inverted it. My body twitched as she squirted a generous glob of the clear cool gel onto my dick. Then she set the bottle aside and reached for my cock with both hands.

I groaned as she made contact, spreading the lubrication around as her hands slid over my skin. My dick immediately began stiffening, lengthening and thickening from her touch. The scent of fake cherry filled the air.

This was too surreal. Was I really lying here while my beautiful sister stroked me to hardness? Maybe it was all just a dream, driven by my brief glimpse of her naked body. Maybe I was going to wake up at any moment and disappointingly discover I was all alone with my own hand around my cock.

But reality persisted, and within a few seconds my dick was at full mast, arching up solid and thick in Paige’s grasp. The lubrication made a sticky wet sound as her hands moved, gripping my shaft and stroking slowly.

“Uhhh,” I groaned, feeling the pleasure returning. Only now it was my sister causing it instead of her best friend.

She smiled down at me. “Isn’t this better than being frustrated?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, staring up at her with half-lidded eyes.

“God, your cock is so big. It feels amazing in my hands.”

I groaned again but didn’t reply.

“Tell me something, brother.”

“What?”

“Do you really not jerk off?” She smiled.

“No, I don’t,” I said.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So I’m the only child in this house who masturbates?”

My eyes opened wide. “What?”

She giggled. “Yeah, I do it all the time.”

“You do?”

“Oh yeah. I love it. I even have a vibrator I use sometimes. But most of the time I use my fingers.”

“Wow. I never would have thought that. You’re so pretty. You could find a guy any time you want.”

“It has nothing to do with that. Sometimes I just want to have some fun by myself. You should try it sometime.”

I stared up at her. She kept her hands moving on my cock the whole time she talked, and I could feel the pressure building in my nutsack.

“Um…” I began, then stopped.

She smiled. “Something you want to tell me, brother?”

“Well, um, maybe I do.”

“Do what?”

“You know. Jerk off.”

Her eyebrows rose. “You do?”

“Yeah. I mean sometimes… Um, yeah.”

She smiled. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. But not as good as this.”

She laughed again. “Well, I do have experience.”

“God, you’re so sexy.”

Her hands continued to move up and down my jutting dick, slick and sticky, gliding over the glistening skin. I was rock hard, and it was a fascinating sight to watch, especially since it was my sister’s hands.

She slid one hand down to my balls, warmly cupping the loose sack, then slid the other up to the head, where she placed her thumb against the front and began to roll it in slow circles as her other fingers curled around the shaft.

“Uhhhh!” I groaned, not believing anything could feel this good.

“You’re so hard,” she said, and began to gently squeeze my nuts, rolling them together.

“Oh fuck,” I panted.

“Did you enjoy seeing me naked?” she asked in a soft voice.

I turned my eyes up to hers and watched her for a long moment.

“Did you?” she said.

“Yeah. You’re very beautiful.”

She smiled, obviously enjoying the compliment. “It was kind of exciting, the way you were looking at me.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. For some reason, the way you were watching me made my pussy wet.”

My eyebrows rose. “It did?”

“I even had to touch myself afterwards.”

I gaped at her. “Damn!”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Touch yourself afterward.”

“No.”

She smiled. “Are you lying again?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t.” After a pause, I added, “But I did later that night. And I thought about you.”

Her smile returned. “You did? What did you think about?”

“Just you. How pretty you were.”

“Did you think about my pussy?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Do you like how it’s shaved?”

“I really like that.”

She giggled. “So do I. It feels so much better that way.”

“And your breasts. They’re really amazing.”

She arched her back slightly, accentuating her full mounds. “These?”

“Oh yeah.” I stared at the twin bumps of her nipples tenting her shirt. I could even make out the faint circles of her areolas through the thin cloth.

Letting go of my cock, she grabbed the bottom hem of the shirt and pulled it up and off. My eyes opened wide as I stared in wonder at her full and round breasts, bouncing slightly from her movements. Her pink nipples pointed up at an angle towards the ceiling, looking so stiff and swollen they appeared to be painful. It was a spectacular sight, and my dick tightened an extra notch.

She cupped her breasts and held them up. “So you like these?”

“Oh god, yeah.” I continued to stare.

Her hands slid up and she pinched her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, rolling them as she squeezed. “Mmm,” she moaned and bit her lower lip,.

“So fucking sexy,” I muttered, my pupils dilated wide, not wanting to miss a moment of this amazing scene.

She glanced down and giggled, saying, “You’re making a mess.”

When I looked down, I saw that my cock was drooling pre-cum, where it smeared the swollen head and was running down the front of the shaft. She reached down and ran her thumb up the front of my dick, capturing some of the clear fluid. Then she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it. “Mmm, so sweet,” she said.

I stared in shock. Had my sister just tasted my cum? Well, my pre-cum, but it was pretty much the same thing. Holy shit.

She must’ve notice my surprise and smiled down at me. “It’s just a little taste. No big deal.”

Her hands moved back down to my crotch and took hold of my erection, resuming her stroking. My dick continued to ooze, making the gel even slicker as the tight grip slid slowly up and down.

I moaned in pleasure and focused on the sensations. Her little break from jerking me had backed off my impending climax a little, but as I stared up at her wonderful breasts and face, I was soon feeling that familiar tightening in my balls again.

“Are you going to come?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. Pretty soon.”

“I bet you’re going to come a lot.”

I nodded and groaned.

“I can’t wait to see it. I love when I make guys come. I love how their cocks pulse and jerk, spurting out their jizz.”

“Oh fuck,” I panted. Her voice was getting to me, as if it were coming from inside my own head.

“And I like holding their balls as they shoot, feeling them throb as they pump their load.” As she said this, she slid one hand down to do just that, holding my nuts snugly in her warm grasp. Her other hand kept moving, gripping my solid girth tightly and moving slowly up to bump over the head, then down to the middle of the shaft before starting back up again.

“Ohhh,” I groaned. “Getting closer.””Yesss,” she hissed. “Come for me, brother. Let me see you shoot your load.”

I began to pant as I entered the final stretch. My ab muscles twitched and my body quivered as the knot of tension shrank down to a pinpoint in my loins. I teetered on the edge as she kept her hands moving, one working like a slow piston on my cock, and the other gently squeezing my tender nutsack.

“Uhhh,” I groaned. “Uhhh. I… I… Oh god, I…. Uhhhhh!”

My body convulsed as I hit the wall, my climax bursting through my brain like a firework. My eyes closed as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

My cock throbbed and jetted its first blast of cum. I felt something odd, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Some kind of warm sensation around the head of my dick.

More spasms followed as my balls continued to pump their load up my shaft to explode from the tip. I gasped and grunted and writhed as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. It went on and on, seemingly endless until it finally abated, and I expelled a breath and relaxed back onto the bed.

That odd sensation was still there, as if the head of my cock was being bathed in warmth. Curious, I opened my eyes.

The sight that greeted me made my mind reel. My sister was bent over and had the head of my dick in her mouth. There was no cum in sight, so it was obvious she’d captured it all.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, staring in shock.

Her eyes turned up to mine, and her lips curled into a tight smile around my thick cock. Then she pulled off of me, her lips closing to keep from spilling. She sat up, and I watched in amazement as she swallowed once, and then again, before finally smiling wide.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“Holy shit,” I repeated.

She giggled. “What’s the matter?”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

She laughed again. “I’m the one who made you come, so it’s only fair I get to do what I want with it.”

“But you’re my sister.”

“Yes, your sister who stroked your cock.”

I stared at her, unsure how to respond to that.

“Did that feel good?” she asked.

“It felt incredible. I’ve never come like that.”

She smiled. “You came a lot. I almost couldn’t hold it all.”

My mind was still reeling from the sight of my sister’s mouth around my dick, and then her swallowing my load. “Unbelievable,” I muttered.

She glanced down. “You’re still hard.”

I looked down at my dick. She was right, while it wasn’t as hard as it had been while she was touching it, it didn’t feel like it was going to get soft. “Yeah, I guess not.”

She looked at me a moment as if she were trying to come to a decision. Then she said, “Can I do something?”

“Do what?”

“I want to come too. Something I want to try.”

How could I deny her after what she’d done for me? “Sure,” I said. “Whatever you want.”

She grinned. “Thanks.”

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on my chest and then scooted her butt forward. When she lowered it again, her pussy was pressing directly against the front of my shaft, separated only by the thin nylon of her panties.

“Mmm,” she said, wiggling her butt and seating her mound against me. I could feel the heat of her body through the cloth as the front of my shaft pushed her outer lips apart.

I groaned softly as my cock responded, the blood surging back into it.

“Nice,” she breathed, and then began to move, slowly hunching her hips forward and back, grinding her pussy against my hardness.

Her pretty face was directly above mine, her hair hanging down to frame her face, and block everything else from my sight. I stared up into her clear blue eyes, getting lost in them. I could feel her stiff nipples rubbing against my chest.

She remained silent, her breaths short and her expression intent as she worked for her pleasure. I felt the urge to curl my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips down to mine, but I realized she might think that inappropriate. After all, we were still brother and sister, despite the fact that she had a full load of my semen in her stomach.

She sighed as she continued to move, hunching and grinding. The front of her panties was completely soaked now, and I could feel her inner slickness between her puffy outer labia. Although it felt really good, I knew I was in no danger of coming again.

“God, I love your cock,” she breathed, her breath warm on my face. “I can’t believe it’s been in the room next door for so long.”

I smiled. “I was thinking the same thing about your pussy.”

She giggled. “Maybe we should introduce them.”

I gave her a curious look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, this might feel even better without my panties.”

I looked up at her, realizing we were taking another step over that forbidden line. “If you want,” I replied.

She lifted slightly off me and reached down. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but after a few seconds of movement, she settled back down, and I groaned as I felt the sensation of her soft and slick skin against mine.

She wiggled her butt again, and I felt my cock settle into her hot and slippery groove. Her warm outer lips molded around me, allowing me to feel that line of urgent heat at her center. She began hunching her hips again.

“Oh yeah,” she panted, as her slick pussy grinded against my erect flesh. Her movements were more urgent now, her hips snapping as she reached the top. I stared up at her beautiful face as it and the pleasure she was giving me filled my world.

“You’re so hot inside,” I whispered.

She smiled. “Mmm, it feels incredible.”

I placed my hands on her lower back, and when she didn’t complain, I slid them up onto the curve of her ass.

“Yess,” she breathed, giving me approval to continue.

Curling my fingers into her flesh, I began to assist in her movements, pulling her against my cock as she hunched, and then releasing as she retreated. Her breathing deepened.

Subtly, the angle of her hips changed, and I realized she was focusing on rubbing my cock with the top of her slit. I’d seen enough porn to know where a girl’s clit was, and though I’d never actually seen a real one, I knew that’s where it felt best for them. So it made sense she would be doing what she was doing.

She continued to hump, lashing her pussy down against my rock-hard erection. Her juices flowed over me, making our contact slick as our bodies pressed together.

At one point where she drove her hips forward and then snapped them, my cock bounced upward, and for a brief moment I felt her soft inner lips encircle the very tip of my cockhead. My eyes widened, but then she shifted and the contact was gone, with her pussy back to sliding over me.

Just a simple mistake, that’s all. The fact that we’d come so close to actually fucking didn’t matter. Just one flex of her hips would’ve embedded my cock in her tight pussy. But that wasn’t what we were here for. She was my sister and we could never do that. No matter how good it would feel.

A minute later it happened again, and this time she paused as her eyes opened to look down at me. My cock sat right at her entrance as we stared at each other.

The corners of her lips turned up into a slight smile. “If you were any other guy,” she whispered.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“God, it would feel so good.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t.”

“I know.”

She readjusted her hips, and resumed her hunching, her pussy so slick and hot. I gripped her ass firmly, pulling her against me.

She moaned and kept her eyes open, watching me as she worked for her pleasure. I got the feeling she wanted to say something, but she remained silent.

Then it happened again, and she stopped. I groaned as the mouth of her pussy seemed to nibble at my cockhead.

We stared at each other, and in that moment I knew we both wanted the same thing. But it was something we could never admit to each other. It was a line we couldn’t cross.

But why not? After all we’d done, why would that be so much worse? She’s swallowed my cum for god’s sake. It didn’t get more intimate than that.

And we both wanted it. Needed it. All we had to do was–

Then I felt it. A subtle movement as she shifted. I felt her pussy slide down around my knob. Just a fraction of an inch, but it was there.

We stared at each other, seeing the fear there, but also the desire. Why had she stopped? Why didn’t she just take me inside of her?

Then I realized why. It couldn’t be her decision alone. I had to be part of it. She was waiting for me to give her permission.

Steeling myself, I gripped her ass tightly again and pulled. We both grunted as my cockhead slid into her, and the mouth of her pussy gripped just past the raised ridge.

God, it felt so good. She was hot and slick and incredible inside, and I wanted more of it. Our gazes were locked on each other as her hot flesh pulsed around me.

Then she moved again, and I felt her tightness pressing down onto me, swallowing my rigid thickness as her inner walls stretched.

I flexed my hips upward to join her, burrowing my cock deeper into her core. I could feel every millimeter of her slick flesh slide past, painting my skin with her slippery juices, allowing me to force my thick girth into the tight squeeze of her cunt.

It felt like my head was going to explode as our bodies joined. I’d never felt such exquisite pleasure. So slick and hot and tight, so alive. Our bodies urgently pressed together, me needing to be completely inside of her, and her needing to be filled to her limits.

Finally, we reached the end, and our stomachs pressed together as my cockhead lodged against something deep inside of her. Our muscles strained as we held there, the thick root of my dick stretching out her cuntal mouth as her inner walls rippled up and down my length.

“Oh, Kyle,” she breathed hotly. “Ohhhh.”

My fingers tightly dug into the cheeks of her ass, holding her possessively against me. I never wanted this to end. Never wanted to give her up. She was mine now, and I was hers. And that’s how it would always be.

Then she was kissing me, her lips hungry and her tongue urgent, worming between my lips and probing. I met it with mine, just as urgent, dancing slickly together as we groaned out our pleasure.

In the back of my mind it occurred to me that I was experiencing my first kiss with a girl. I’d never dreamed it would be with my sister, especially while my cock was inside of her. But this was our new reality, and I reveled in it. We would never be just brother and sister again.

She began to move, and I relaxed my grip on her ass. Her hips rolled, causing my cock to slide through her tight channel, sending fresh sparks of pleasure up my spine.

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned against my mouth as she found her rhythm, working her hips in a circular motion as we started to fuck. I felt her strength as she worked, her leg and back muscles flexing to drive herself down onto my jutting dick again and again. I held her ass in my hands, allowing her to move as my fingertips grazed over her smooth and tight skin.

Without warning, she was there, her head snapping up as a strangled cry escaped her lips. Her eyes bulged and her mouth formed an ‘O’ as her climax shattered through her. She pressed forcefully down onto me, and I felt her cunt squeeze me tightly in quick spasms, like a fist rapidly squeezing. She bucked and grunted and groaned as her fingernails dug into my shoulders, her body shuddering and jerking from the storm raging inside of her.

I touched and soothed her, my hands running over her quivering body as I stared at the beauty of her face experiencing so much pleasure. It went on and on, until she finally collapsed down onto my chest, her panting breath hot against my neck. I caressed her back as my stiff cock simmered in her twitching core.

She lay quiet for a minute or two, her breath returning to normal. Then she lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest as she looked at me.

“That was fucking incredible.”

I smiled. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I came so hard. It’s never been that good.”

My grin widened. “For me either.”

“How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?”

“It feels fantastic.”

She wiggled her butt, causing my erection to move inside of her. “You haven’t come again.”

“No. It’s really weird. It feels good, but I’m not close to coming.”

“You have to come inside of me. I want to feel that.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to… you know.”

“Get me pregnant? Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

“You are? Do Mom and Dad know?”

“Mom knows. She said it would be better if Dad didn’t.”

I nodded. “That sounds about right.”

She looked at me expectantly.

“What?” I said.

“I said I wanted you to come inside of me.”

“Okay?”

She smiled. “Kyle, while girls sometimes like to be in control like I just did, for the most part we want guys to take the lead in bed.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“When I said I wanted you to come inside of me, I meant I wanted you to fuck me.”

“Okay?”

“So fuck me. Take control, Kyle.”

The light bulb went on in my head and I knew what I had to do. Taking her by the shoulders, I rolled us both over. My cock slid from her as we moved, and she spread her legs as I settled between them. Looking down between us, I saw the amazing sight of her spread pussy, looking so smooth and pink as her inner lips protruded from between her puffy outer ones. She was so wet, her juices were pooled around her entrance and even running down over the pucker of her anus.

Holding myself up with one arm, I took my dick in my other hand and guided it between her legs. She lifted her knees in invitation, giving me the perfect target. Nestling my knob into the base of her slit, I flexed my hips and pressed a few inches into her tightness.

“Yesss,” she groaned. “That’s it.”

I let go of my dick and moved my hand up to support myself. Then I flexed my hips again, burrowing into her until I was completely embedded in her upturned cunt.

We both groaned as I held there, my balls resting in the valley of her asscheeks. She curled her legs up around me, pressing her knees into my sides as her feet rested at the small of my back. At the same time she placed her hands on my shoulders, her sleepy eyes staring up at me.

“That’s it, brother. Just what I need. Fuck me.”

I began to move, slowly at first, drawing my cock in and out of her tight sheath. Looking down between us, I watched as her swollen outer labia curved around the thick shaft of my cock, and her inner lips pooched out and in with my thrusts. I was used to seeing this kind of thing in porn videos, but it was completely different when it was your cock involved. Not to mention when it was your sister’s pussy it was fucking. Her hips moved in time with my strokes, rocking upward to meet my cock, seating herself on my jutting dick.

It took a minute, but I finally found my rhythm, stroking into my sister’s welcoming body. We were both silent as our bodies moved, our deepening breaths and the wet sound of our sexual organs sliding together the only sound in the quiet room.

I felt my pleasure rising, and instinctively felt the need to speed things up. Paige sighed from the change and dug her heels into my asscheeks, letting me know she approved.

Inspired by her, I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues lashing together as my cock relentlessly bore into her body. I felt the first tickle of my climax ripple across my nuts, and groaned into her mouth. She was right there with me, groaning back and snapping her pussy up at me.

Seconds passed, and then minutes, and our passion grew as one. Our bodies slapped together as I increased the pace once again, our breath now harsh with each other. I could feel something transforming inside of me, as if the physical pleasure we were sharing was becoming something else — something intangible.

“Oh god,” she panted hotly. “Oh god. Fuck me. Ohhh, fuck me.”

I began to thrust harder, slamming my hips down against her soft thighs, driving my cock deep, punching my cockhead against her womb. My balls slapped loudly against her asshole, and I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

My body was now on autopilot, driving into her again and again and again. At the same time my mind seemed to be drifting away, off to a place where only she and I shared. Our screwing was now less about the physical connection, and more about the emotional one. I realized we were making love.

Her arms curled around my neck and pulled me down to her as we entered the final stretch. The pressure churned in my nuts, preparing for the coming explosion. She was right there with me, her legs tightening in time with my powerful thrusts, her cunt lunging up against my cock, impaling herself on my plunging thickness.

I began to pant along with her, the pressure nearing its breaking point. The relentless slapping of our bodies mingled with the lewd slurping of my cock pistoning in her tight and slick flesh, creating a symphony of pleasure. Once again, I was experiencing something I’d never felt before. All made even more special by who I was with.

I was just about to go over the edge when she beat me to it, wailing loudly as her climax exploded. Her cunt gripped me like a vice, twitching and squeezing in powerful spasms, pulling me along with her.

I grunted and groaned, instinctively driving deep and holding there as my cock throbbed and spurted hard, flooding her core with my hot seed. Her fingernails dug deeper into my skin, leaving marks on my shoulders we would laugh about later. But I never felt it, kissing her hard as we clung tightly together, my throbbing balls pumping their load deep into her womb, jetting hotly against her pulsing cervix.

We panted and grunted and spewed incoherent gibberish as the waves of bliss crashed over us, wiping out all thoughts and leaving destruction in its wake. Nothing else mattered other than the pleasure we were sharing, and we fiercely held tightly together, our tendons popping from the strain. It went on and on, pure and potent ecstasy, until it finally crested and was over, leaving us exhausted and weak, holding each other with no strength to do anything else.

* * *

Paige walked through the mall, unable to stop smiling as her pussy oozed warm cum into the cotton liner of her panties. Entering the food court, she searched for her friend.

“Over here,” Gwen said, waving her arm. Paige hurried over and sat at the table across from her.

“Well?” Gwen said with a grin. “Did it work?”

“Just like you said it would.”

“And?”

“Oh god,” Paige said. “It was incredible.”

“Details. I want details.”

“After you left he ran back to his room and closed the door. It took some convincing, but I finally got him to talk to me. And then even more time to let me finish what you’d started. I couldn’t stop myself, and put my mouth on him when he came.”

“No way!”

“He came so much, I could hardly take it all. But it was so delicious. After that, it was just a matter of time, and then we finally fucked.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot. Just like you’ve wanted for so long.”

“It was amazing. The best ever. That was Friday night and we didn’t stop until our parents came home last night. We fucked so many times, in all kinds of ways. I sucked him and he ate me. He’s so good at it. We even had a quickie in his room before I came here, with Mom right downstairs.”

“Seriously?”

“I still have his cum inside of me. I love it.”

“You’re so lucky.”

“I couldn’t have done it without your help. Thanks so much.”

“I was glad to assist. And for the record, I loved sucking his cock.”

“I could tell by watching you.”

“So, what about our deal? Do I get my turn with him?”

Paige paused before responding. “I know what I promised, but now I’m not so sure.”

Gwen smiled. “I had a feeling that was going to happen. You have something special with him, don’t you?”

Paige emitted a wistful sigh. “Yeah, we really do. I’m not sure how it’s going to work out in the long run, but I want him for myself right now. And I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“I understand. Now I’m really jealous of you.”

“However, there might be something in this for you after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kyle’s best friend Paul. Do you know him?”

“Yeah, sort of. Kind of a nerd, right?”

“That’s Paul. But he’s changed this past year also. Grew up just like Kyle did.”

“Really? That’s interesting.”

“And there’s something else.”

“Something else? What?”

“Kyle and Paul made a pact.”

“A pact? What kind of pact?”

“Well, they promised each other they’d lose their virginities before they left for college.”

Gwen laughed. “Kyle’s certainly gotten that out of the way.”

“That’s right. But he feels bad about Paul.”

“So what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that you could do the same thing for Paul that I did for Kyle. Introduce him to what it’s like to be with a woman.”

Gwen smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

“Paul’s a lot like Kyle. It’s going to take some patience.”

“I’m tired of screwing brainless jocks who don’t give a shit about my needs. So I’m looking forward to molding Paul into a caring lover.”

Paige grinned. “Kyle and me, you and Paul. I have a feeling this is going to be a fantastic summer.”