Jim entered the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator without even bidding me a ‘good morning.’ A few seconds later, he slammed down a large container of leftover spaghetti on the table and a gallon jug of orange juice.
“You know, you could use a plate, and we do have a microwave, so you don’t have to eat that cold.”
He didn’t even look at me while he dug his fork directly into the container of pasta.
“You almost got my ass kicked Saturday night, you know that?” he said, with a mouth full of food.
I hadn’t even seen him since the dance because he was out with is friends all day Sunday.
“That didn’t happen, but if it did, you would have had it coming,” I teased.
He looked me in the eyes.
“It’s not easy sometimes, you being my little sister, you know that?”
Oh shit, he’s being serious!!
“I wouldn’t have let him hurt you, Jim, I knew you were just joking around.”
He took a big swig of orange juice, directly from the jug.
“You being a sophomore, going to the dance dressed like that, being my best friend’s girlfriend, and having se-…”
He was getting choked up and couldn’t finish his sentence. It made me feel bad, seeing that wounded look in his eyes.
“I’m not a little girl anymore, Jim,” I said softly.
He looked tenderly into my eyes.
“I know you’re not, Mel,” he paused. “But that doesn’t make it any easier on me.”
My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jean skirt. I knew it was Michael texting me to let me know he was out front in his car and waiting to take me to school.
I stood up and walked over to him.
“I hate to admit this, but when you’re not being an asshole, you’re actually a fairly decent big brother.”
I gave him a little peck on the cheek.
I caught a glimpse of a smile right before I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room on my way to the front door.
“No blow jobs on the way to school,” he yelled.
I smiled.
“Go Fuck Yourself!!” I yelled back, before closing the front door.
Day 2
I was very hesitant about seeing Alyssa on Monday. Would it be weird being around her? Would either of us regret what we had done on Saturday night together? Would it ruin our friendship?
Thankfully, none of my apprehensions were realized. If anything, it made us closer and I was so relieved. We were very tight-lipped at school and continued to not talk about anything we had done on Saturday night, so everything appeared normal to our friends and boyfriends.
However, it felt different being around her, but in a good way. A very good way. We had become somehow closer. We shared a big, juicy secret that no one knew about, and it felt incredible.
Saturday night and we were at my house, again. My parents had long gone to bed and Jim was out again with his friends, running amok, and I was in bed, naked with Alyssa.
“I want to take things a little further,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper, even though it was impossible for anyone to hear us.
“I want to touch you, Mel,” she paused. “It’s all I’ve thought about all week.”
God, she’s turning me on.
Like last Saturday, Alyssa took the lead. We slid closer together and she extended her hand and ran it gently over my face. I closed my eyes and felt her loving touch.
When I opened them, she had already leaned in and our lips softly connected. Our first kiss was very gentle and very loving. It felt so different. Guy’s lips were always so rough, so callous, or maybe it just felt like that compared to Alyssa’s. Hers were soft, delicate, and smooth.
A few moments later, her tongue entered my mouth and began to deliciously dance with mine. She moved closer and her body crushed me. Feeling that closeness, that proximity, that was a whole other experience unto itself.
Guys bodies are so hairy and sometimes so rough and course. Her body was nothing like that at all. She had such beautiful tan, porcelain skin. It was hairless, soft, smooth, fragile, exquisite. It was just simply exquisite and that’s the only way to describe it.
While we kissed, her hands moved to my breasts and I could feel my nipples immediately harden while she played with them.
She rubbed them, caressed them, kneaded them in her hands. It was as if electrical currents were shooting through my body.
“God, I love your big breasts, Mel,” she said, between hot, wet kisses.
While we continued kissing, I felt her hands roam lower, over my stomach and I shivered and my muscles involuntarily reflexed with her soft, gentle touch.
Her mouth never left mine as her hands moved lower and I felt her fingers play in my light brownish-blonde pubic hair.
“I can feel the heat of your pussy,” she whispered, as we continued to kiss.
She broke our kiss and her mouth went to my neck… and I gasped as her fingers gently touched the outer lips of my vagina.
Her fingers easily split the lips of my pussy and I felt one of her long, slim digits enter me.
I gasped and involuntarily moved my hips on her finger.
“God Mel, you’re so wet,” she said, between my gasps.
Her touch seemed subtle, deft, skillful when compared to some of the guys I’d been with. She knew where all of my sensitive, pressure points were because she had them too.
“Another finger… fuck, another finger…” I said between gasps of air.
She inserted a second digit into me and her thumb grazed my clit and I instantly exploded in orgasm.
She quickly withdrew her hand and let me come back down and regain my senses.
She slid close to me again and our bodies rubbed together. Our lips met and we exchanged a hot, wet kiss. Once we broke our tender embrace, our eyes met and we smiled.
“Are you still okay with your decision to do this with me?” She said teasingly.
“Oh My God, Alyssa. I’m more than okay with it.”
We both giggled and then kissed again passionately.
“It’s your turn now,” I said softly.
She smiled.
“Okay.”
She lay back on the pillow and I slid up beside her and watched as she closed her eyes. I kissed her softly on the lips and then my mouth moved down to her neck. I licked, sucked, and gently nibbled the tender flesh of her collar area as she moaned softly.
I moved my hands to her breasts. They were so little and sexy and went so well with her small, petite frame. Her brown nipples stood off her breasts like little pencil erasers and her chest heaved up and down as I touched her.
I knew she loved my big breasts and it gave me an idea. I slid over just a bit more and I was able to put one arm on the other side of her body. I lowered and rubbed my breasts onto hers as they sensually crushed together.
Her mouth momentarily opened at the new sensation and my mouth instantly met hers as we kissed again, passionately.
Just as I was breaking the kiss, she huskily spoke.
“Touch my pussy, Mel.”
While still rubbing our breasts together, I ran my hand lower. She had a long ‘landing strip’ of jet black pubic hair above her vagina and I ran my fingernails through it over and over, teasing her.
She was almost hyperventilating as I gently slid my index finger inside of her. She was so tight and wet, almost like a glove. My lips met hers again as I gently moved my finger in and out of her faster and brushed my thumb over her clit exactly how she had done to me. I felt her body stiffen up and she let out a low moan as her orgasm overtook her.