important to me; getting to actually do things like this with you… well, that makes it something special in a way that I think you'll only understand when you get older."
Reasonably satisfied with my explanation, Emma was content to lay there and let me hold her for a little while longer. Eventually, though, she told me "I think Gail is going to be getting home before long, so I suppose I have to get up and get dressed again, now."
I patted her butt, and gave it a little caress, before answering "I think you're probably right.", and releasing my gentle hold on her. She stayed next to me for several seconds, then rolled over and got to her feet. She didn't have any more problems with getting dressed in front of me than she'd had about getting naked; when she sat down to put her shoes back on, I got up and folded the blanket and put it away; the pillow went with me when I went to take a seat on the couch again.
After I was settled, Emma moved to sit next to me, then pulled my arm around herself before snuggling into my side. As we sat there, she had some questions about some of the other things that she'd heard the older girls at school talking about. I answered her as best I could, though she didn't seem entirely sure that I wasn't pulling her leg about some things. We were still sitting there when Gail turned up from her after-school activities. Both of them took seats at the dining room table to study, and I went in to get a start on supper for all of us.
After that day, Emma wasn't bashful about pulling my arm around herself and positioning my hand on her breast when it was just the two of us. I welcomed such opportunities to toy with her firm mounds, but never instigated such activities with her. I'd told her it was up to her how much of what we did, and I was meticulous about keeping my word.
There were a few more times when she indicated that she wanted my help in having another orgasm; I was always delighted to do so, and even managed to help her have two of them during one session. Whenever there was anybody else around, Emma acted as though I was simply a good neighbor to her and her mother and sister.
Something I noticed as the days and weeks passed was that Gail was starting to look at me differently, when she didn't know I could see her. It wasn't in a way that made me nervous or anything; simply as if she were seeing me in a different way. I finally found out what was going on when she came over to visit one Saturday when Andrea had to work.
I was sitting there watching an old movie on TV, with Gail on the opposite end of the couch from me. When there was a commercial break, I heard her ask "Gary? Can… can I talk to you? For just a minute?"
The way she asked, and the tone of her voice, told me that she needed my full attention, so I shut the TV off and turned to face her before answering "Of course, honey. What is it?"
"I'm kinda having a problem with something. I've kind of talked to Emma about it, and what she's told me had helped, but not enough. She told me that maybe if I talked to you, and told you what it is, maybe you could help."
"If I can. What's going on?"
Blushing slightly, she told me "It… it's kinda personal, and embarrassing, even."
"Sweetheart, I sincerely doubt that you've invented anything all that new at thirteen. But if it helps any, I promise that I won't think that you're weird or disgusting or anything, okay?"
Somewhat reassured, she managed to tell me "I… I've kinda been touching myself. You know, my boobs and even there, between my legs. It feels good and everything, but after I've been touching myself like that for a while, it starts feeling like something is going to happen — except that it never does. Happen, I mean. Em told me that what would happen is an orgasm, like what I've heard about. It sounds like it would be really nice, and I want it to happen. Except that it doesn't, like I said, and it's kinda starting to make me crazy. I don't think I look much different than the other girls I see in gym class, and Emma said that maybe you would be able to help -
like… like maybe see something that I can't about how I look. And… and if I'm okay, then maybe… maybe you could watch and see if I'm doing anything wrong, or… or even help me."
I'd told Emma that she could direct Gail to me if she liked, but I didn't have any idea that she'd suggest that her sister masturbate for me; the idea had my cock tenting my pants almost instantly.
After a few seconds, so Gail would get the idea that I was thinking about what she'd said, I gave her much the same spiel I'd told Emma. Just like her sister, Gail was aghast at the idea of me going to jail for helping her, and was just as careful to think about it before telling me that she was ready and willing to keep any activity with me a secret.
Knowing that I was willing to help her, but that I wasn't going to "push" her to do anything, Gail sat at the end of the couch for several moments before getting up and starting to take her clothes off. She seemed a trifle embarrassed; I finally decided that it was because of her less-developed figure. To help make it easier for her, I made sure I was looking some other direction when she happened to glance my way, so that I wasn't overtly watching her — which I was actually doing, of course.
Once she was nude, I pretended to be looking at something outside until she told me "Okay, you can look now."
I only had to turn my head a little bit to be looking at her straight on. Standing there with her arms at her sides, she was a pleasure to look at. She had the same blond hair as her sister and mother, though her pubic thatch wasn't as large as her sister's, and even more sparse — the surface and details of her pudendum were easily visible. She was just starting to develop the curves of a woman, so her waist and hips were only slight arcs. With her holding still like that, it was easy to see that her breasts were a trifle larger than they'd been when she'd first shown them to me. Her nipples were a rosy pink, as were her slightly puffy areolas. I looked into her eyes and told her "You're very pretty — I can see how lovely you're going to be as you get older."
She gave me a pleased smile before turning around so I could see how she looked from the back, and I was glad she did. Her butt had a slightly more rounded shape than Emma's, and was easily as nice to look at. Her legs were long and slender, and fairly flowed into her cute little heart-shaped ass.
When I cleared my throat, she turned around and moved to sit at the end of the couch from me again. She turned to face me before slowly spreading her legs, lifting one of them to rest on the back of the couch, so that she was fully exposed to me. Quietly, she told me "Emma said that I should ask you to make sure there isn't anything wrong with me there, either, and that I should tell you it's okay to look closer if you want to. I… I'm kinda embarrassed about it, 'cause nobody's ever looked at me there before, but Emma told me it was okay; she said you wouldn't say or do anything to make me feel bad."
I smiled at her before answering "No, I wouldn't. Is it okay?"
Somewhat relieved at my assurance, she nodded. I leaned forward enough to get a closer look at her sex, but still far enough away not to cause her to worry. With her legs spread the way they were, she was opened up to my gaze as completely as she could be. I didn't have any problem seeing the damp entrance to her vagina, or her labia, which were small and somewhat thicker than I would have expected. At the top of her slit, I could see that her clitoris was starting to make an appearance; it looked to be about the size of a small kernel of corn. Close as I was to the source, I could detect the slightest hint of her fresh and vaguely tangy essence wafting into my nose. Right at that moment, what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world was bury my face between her smooth thighs and help her experience her first orgasm by eating her thirteen-year-old snatch…
But the big head somehow managed to control the little head, and I sat back again before she started to get nervous. Looking directly at her, I told her "I don't see anything wrong with you there, either. You've got all the right parts in the right places, and it looks to me like you're developing just the way you should be."
My words seemed to settle her mind, and several moments passed before she hesitantly asked
"Would you… would you watch me while I touch myself? See if maybe I'm doing something wrong, or that I could do better?"
Maintaining my equanimity as best I could, I answered "If you think it would help, sure."
She hadn't closed her legs after I'd sat up, so all she had to do was lean back against the arm of the couch as she moved her hand up to begin caressing one of her breasts. Over the next few minutes, I watched as she played with both of her mammaries, and slowly got both of her nipples standing well clear of her puckered areolas. Only then did her hand make its way down her body and come to rest on her mons. Again, her actions were slow and deliberate as she used the tip of one finger to softly tease her glistening opening, and begin collecting some of her increasingly available oils to her clitoris. I caught myself holding my breath as I watched her begin teasing herself — toying with her erecting clit, teasing the entrance to her vagina with the tip of her finger, and moving her hand up to gently pinch and pull on her nipples.
As I looked on, her labia got slightly thicker and darker; the small knot of her clitoris came completely out from under its protective cover, and the opening between her thighs got visibly wet from the fluids escaping her. Her face had developed a faint blush, and I could hear her softly panting with her increasing arousal. Several minutes went by like that, with me watching in silence as she pleased herself, moving closer and closer to an orgasm.
I had a pretty good idea of how aroused she was from the sounds she was making, and the ways she was touching herself — and knew that she was starting to get frustrated at how near she was to the point that would allow her to find the release she so clearly wanted… even needed. Still, I wasn't expecting it when she opened her eyes to look at me and plead "Gary? Help me? Please?"
Even with her plea seeming to come out of nowhere, it took only a few moments for me to move so that I was kneeling on the floor next to her. After we'd shared a couple of impassioned kissed, I lowered my head and began kissing her breasts, and licking them, and softly sucking on the hard pebbles of her nipples. That brought a distinct increase in her excitement — but wasn't enough.
Remembering how she'd started masturbating, I had a sudden inspiration; reaching down between her legs, I used the pad of one finger to begin a soft, rhythmic pressure against the entrance to her vagina… not trying to get my finger into her, only on the outside of her. That proved to be the last bit of stimulation she needed; it wasn't but a couple more minutes before I felt her body freeze as she started to make a high-pitched keening sound that was interrupted by several spasms running through her body. Underneath my finger, I could feel the ring of her opening clenching in time with the waves of pleasure coursing through her; between those periods, small wavelets of her juices would leak out of her, as though they were being pushed out.
Gail had arched off the couch a bit at the beginning of her orgasm; when it was over, she all but collapsed. I held her in my arms as she panted, and shuddered a couple of times with after-shocks. I knew it was really over fr her when she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a fierce hug before declaring "Oh, Gary! That was wonderful! I never even thought I could feel like that! No wonder they talk that way about orgasms — that has to be the best thing since… since… well, EVER!"
I couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm as I told her "Now that you've had one, I don't think you'll have too much trouble doing it by yourself from now on."
She pulled back from me a little bit, and her eyes were wide when she asked "Really? I can do that by myself, now?", awed at the idea.
"Maybe not that easy at first, but yeah, I think so. Of course, you don't have to do it by yourself; if you want, I can still help you sometimes."
A bit shyly, she told me "I think I want. I… I liked what you were doing — you know, with my boobs, and there. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes, like you said."
I smiled, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before she moved into my arms again. I happily held her next to me for several minutes. Only when my back began to complain about supporting her additional weight (remember, I was kneeling next to the couch, and she WAS still thirteen years old) did I give her a pat on the butt, and tell her "Okay, if you think you're recovered now, I think it's time you got dressed and went home. I think your mom will be home before long, won't she?"
Gail looked over to where I had a clock on the wall, and answered "Yeah, she will.", with regret.
Several seconds went by without her moving, so I gave her ass a little caress before telling her
"Come on, Gail. You don't want me to get in trouble because your mom came over here and saw us like this, do you?"
I could hear the resignation in her voice when she answered "No.", followed by easing herself away from me. After she'd sat up, she looked at me in anticipation as she asked "I can still come over for more help though, can't I? Sometimes?"
" Sometimes", I agreed. "Just remember that both of us have to be careful so nobody starts thinking anything is happening, okay?"
Solemnly, she said she would; then she stood up and went over to where she'd left her clothes.
My presence, and watching, didn't phase her in the slightest as she got herself dressed again. She came over to where I was sitting at the end of the couch again, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek before saying "Thank you, Gary. You really helped me a lot, and I feel a lot better, now.
Not just from the orgasm, but knowing that there isn't anything wrong with me — you know, my body, or between my legs."
I gave her little tush another caress as I answered "I'm glad I was able to make you feel better, dear — both ways!", teasing her.
She just smiled, kissed my cheek again, and stood up. As she walked away, I watched her cute little buns moving under the shorts she was wearing.