Emma
I was sitting next to Brandon in the back row of a dark movie theater, I couldn’t really tell what movie was playing. I was nervous that my skirt was up to my waist and my panties were around my ankles. I was trying to keep from moaning as he was gently stroking my clit. I let out a slight yelp. The woman in the row in front of us turned and looked back. I was looking in her eyes, I was so close. Brandon leaned in close kissing my cheek. “Wake up Emma,” he whispered. He kissed me again.
I opened my eyes to realize I wasn’t in the movies. I wasn’t in my room either. It took seconds for last night’s memories to flood back into my head. The room was dark with the morning light faintly seeping through Sara’s blinds. I was still naked the sheets were at our feet and I was laying against Sara with one arm over waist and the one leg over her too. My head was resting on her chest and my view was of her small swell of her breast. Her thigh was between my legs and I could feel I was wet, down there. Had I been humping her leg, and dreaming of her brother. I moved my hips again feeling myself against her muscular thigh.
“Hey, what about me?” Brandon whispered again. I was startled by the fact that he had been leaning over me. He had kissed me. He had watched me hump his little sister’s leg! I slowly rolled off Sara toward him. He took my hand and drew me off the bed. My first instinct was to cover up. Brandon smiled at my shyness, and tilted his head toward the door.
I followed him around the bed and looked back at the two sleeping naked girls. Sara was on her back small dark nipples pointing toward the ceiling. Her legs apart enough to see the crease of her sex beneath the small tuft of curly brown pubic hair. Ry was on her stomach, her face towards the door with no pillow and bare round butt showing. She was faintly snoring.
We went across the hall into the bathroom. “How ‘bout a shower he asked?” He was only wearing a pair of light blue boxers, and could not take my eyes off his abs, but he made me feel more naked as his eyes raced up and down my body.
“Can I pee first?”
“Yaeh, sure, I’ll grab a couple towels,” he replied, turning to leave through the doorway.
I thought about closing the door, but figured I would just sit and get it over with quick. He may have waited till he heard me flush because he immediately came back through the doorway. My instinct again was to reach for my panties, but they were not there.
Brandon started the water and then began to look for something under the counter. He came up with a pink razor and a can of shaving cream that I knew was Sara’s. He put them on a shelf in the shower and dropped his boxers. He wasn’t as hard as he was last night but it was long and thick. I could not help noticing how his tanned skin and dark hair is so much like his sister. I followed him over the tub side and he pulled the curtain closed.
He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth for the first time today. My legs felt wobbly so I wrapped my arms around him. “What if he wants to have sex?” Someone in the back of my mind was screaming. I was really afraid I would let him do whatever he wanted. Together we moved under the water, the warmth flowing around us like a cocoon. I felt him getting harder.
He gently pushed me away and picked up a bottle of body wash, which he squirted in the palm of his hands. Rubbing his hands together he asked me to turn around. Beginning with my shoulders and slowly moving down my back, he spread my cheeks and my body gave an involuntary shudder as he pushed firmly against my tight hole. He finally knelt down behind me and scrubbed my legs lifting each to massage my feet.
I was about to turn around when he pulled me against him. My back against his chest and his erection was pushing hard against the small of my back. His hand continued to lather my body caressing my chest. Lightly pinching my stiff nipples, he spent much more time on them than I thought any boy ever would. As amazing as it felt I could not help wondering if he would rather be rubbing Rylie’s huge boobs.
Eventually his hands traveled down my stomach and I held my breath as his fingers passed my pubic hair and touched my sex. I let him spread my legs; my weight was resting on his hand and pushed my head against his shoulder.
Then he stopped. Stunned I almost slid to the floor. I longed for his touch. I slowly turned to see he was already holding the razor and shaving cream.
“I dare you to shave you pubic hair,” he said smiling. I barely had any and it was so blond you could hardly see it. Still, with my tiny boobs, it was the only evidence I had of puberty.
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