I had a sudden thought then, and told her "I've got a couple of propositions for you."
Giggling, she told me "You don't have to proposition me, Billy. I'm yours any time you want me!"
I had to laugh, too, before I told her "Not that kind of proposition, ding-dong. What I was going to say was that you're more than welcome to use my shirt to, uh, catch anything on your way to the bathroom; and if you want, I'd be delighted to take a shower with you if you want."
She considered it for a moment before telling me "Yeah, it'd probably be a good idea if I didn't leave any stains on the carpet that your folks would ask about. And I'd love to have you in the shower with me!"
Uncertainly, I asked "Do you, um, need to be alone in the bathroom before we clean up?"
She giggled again, and answered "I don't think so. After you've had your thumb in my butt, I'm not going to worry about you seeing me cleaning your stuff out!"
Just then, my cock finally pulled free of her intimate embrace; after telling her "Hold still a sec…", I moved to where I could reach down and grab the shirt I'd been wearing when she came into my room. I handed it to her, and before I could move or turn my head, she unabashedly spread her legs and got it tucked into her crotch before closing her legs to hold it there. After that little demonstration, I didn't have any doubt that she really was okay with having me see her getting my semen out.
A moment later, without saying a word, she got up and took me by the hand, leading the way to the bathroom. She wanted to be the one to adjust the water, so I had to content myself with standing behind her with my deflated penis tucked into the crack of her ass while I reached around her and cupped her breasts (and teased her nipples). That complicated her efforts with the shower, but she didn't complain; I had to let go of her when we got under the spray, but then a completely different set of rules applied.
As the two of us got cleaned up, there was the obligatory grab-ass — both figurative and literal: after I'd contrived to run my finger across her anus a couple of times, she laughingly told me to knock it off before we had to take a shower to clean up from the shower. As I'd expected, she didn't hesitate in the slightest about using one of her fingers to ensure she got all of my cum out of her vagina; when she saw that I'd started to respond to the sight of her with one finger inside herself, her disgusted exclamation
"Men!" was nullified by her amused smile. Once we were dried off, we held hands as I let her lead the way back to my bedroom where our clothes were. Along the way, I had a nice time watching her lovely ass clenching as she walked in front of me while I brought my shirt along. My mom had gotten me started on doing my own laundry, so I wasn't worried about anyone asking me what the stains were on it.
After we were dressed again (she in her dress-sans-underthings, me with only my jeans on), the two of us hugged and kissed for a minute before she told me "I know I keep saying this, but again: thank you, Billy. I was as nervous and scared as I could be when I came in here, but you helped me relax. A girls first time is something special, and she never forgets the guy it happened with — but you made it something wonderful for me, and I'll always remember you with love for how you treated me. Whether you did that because, or despite, how I'm different, I don't know… and I really don't care: it's enough for me that you did it. Before we showered, I told you that I'm yours any time you want me… and I mean that, because I know you'd always treat me with love and respect. I don't know when, exactly, but I'm going to tell Eva what we did tonight so that she'll understand and not be surprised when — not IF, but when! — we make love again."
I gave her a tender kiss on the lips and replied "Charlene, I told you it was MY first time, too, and I'll remember it and you the same way and for the same reasons. If it happens that we make love again, which I am NOT expecting or demanding, then I'll be both grateful and honored that you choose to share yourself with me. Whether or not you say anything to Eva, and how much… that's up to you; I can promise you that she won't hear anything about it from me, in any size, way, shape, or form. Nor will anyone else."
With a pleased smile, she said "I know you'd never say anything, Billy. And I'm honored that you were willing to have your first time be with me."
With that, the two of us shared a loving kiss before releasing each other. Charlene turned and left my room, closing my door behind her. I moved to sit in my chair again, but didn't bother trying to pick up where I'd left off with the book I'd been reading: I was simply too busy with my own thoughts about what had happened with Charlene, and how I thought things would change between us.
Over the course of the next couple of months, Charlene and I managed to get some "private time"
together a couple of times. One of them was when her folks were going to be gone all one Saturday, and she claimed to need my help with some school project or other; I don't know what subject she told her parents it was for, but what I ended up helping her with was sex ed: we spent pretty much the entire day fornicating in her room. We made long, leisurely love. We had raw, unbridled sex. We played and teased and joked. We tried every position either of us had ever heard or thought of, and tried to see if we couldn't invent a new one or two. By the time I had to leave, both of us were well past mere satiation, and a good way into exhaustion — as well as being more than a trifle sore. Charlene had so many scented candles lit to get rid of the sex smell that it almost looked like her room was on fire. And to top it all off, when I got home, Sis teased me about whether or not I'd been able to do enough to
"help" Charlene with her "problem".
Eva and Charlene continued having sleepovers just as before; sometimes they were at our house, sometimes at hers. If our place, it was usually just the two of them. Only when Mom and Dad were going to be gone part (or most) of the evening was there a chance that I might get to join them… I always left it up to them whether or not we had any intimate fun with each other.
I don't know exactly when Charlene told Sis what happened between us, since I never noticed any real change in the way Sis acted: even when it was just the two of us making each other feel good, she never even hinted about wanting anything more to happen between us. And when it was all three of us together, Charlene never did or said anything to indicate that she wanted us to have sex while Eva was with us — it was always just hands and mouths when I was with both of them.
It was about halfway through the Spring semester when Dad let me and Sis know that he had been selected to attend some kind of conference for the company he worked for — and that Mom would be going with him. The way he explained it to us, it was a two day thing that had a bunch of speakers on a Friday, with a lot of vendors and suppliers putting on a kind of show the next day. He and Mom were going to fly to the thing on Thursday afternoon, then come back Saturday evening after the show was over. That was going to leave me and Sis alone in the house for two nights, instead of the one that they had ever been away before. Neither one of them was actually worried about us, but it was pretty easy to see that Mom was… concerned. After just a brief glance at each other, Sis and I both did what we could to assure them that everything would be fine and that they could all but forget about us: both of us told them about the different perfectly routine and ordinary things we had to do, as opposed to telling them everything would be fine (and possibly making them wonder if we weren't up to something). They knew they could trust us to eat right, not throw any drunken orgies, or that kind of thing, so it was just a matter of us reassuring them that them being gone for two nights instead of one was just going to be more of a familiar routine for Sis and me.
I fully expected it when Sis wanted to know if it would be okay if Charlene spent Friday night. It being for just the one night, instead of both, Mom and Dad said they were okay with it if Charlenes folks were. A couple of days later, Charlenes mom called to let them know they were fine with Charlene staying over for one night while it was just us "kids" in the house.
From the time Dad let us know about the conference until they left, neither Eva nor I went out of our way to do or say anything to "prove" we'd be okay; we'd talked it over, and decided that doing anything else would just make them worry that we were up to something. Sis and I both fully expected that a lot of the time that Charlene was there would be spent with the three of us together and naked, but as far as we were concerned, that didn't count as "up to" anything — at least, nothing like a coed naked TwisterA® tournament, anyway.
Mom and Dad apparently left the house shortly after lunch, since Mom left us a note that Sis found when she got home from school. Supper that night was re-heated leftovers from the fridge (Mom thoughtfully provided instructions that we didn't need), followed by the two of us watching a little TV
between bouts of making out with each other (and losing various bits of inconvenient clothing along the way). The only real surprise was when Sis invited me to spend the night in her bed; I didn't hesitate to agree wholeheartedly. Both of us readily got naked, and we readily spooned with me behind Eva, my arm around her and cupping her breast in my hand. With my cock nested between Sis' ass cheeks, I couldn't help but get an erection, but all she did was turn her head and in mock sternness tell me "Behave yourself, Billy!"
I assured her I would, and gave her a little kiss on her earlobe before she turned her head away from me again. A little while later, both of us were fast asleep.
The next morning, it was a delight waking up with her tucked into my side with an arm and leg draped across me. I could feel her breasts pressed into my side and her bush against my hip, and was content to just lay there and enjoy the feel of her body next to mine until she woke up a few minutes later. After a few moments, she looked up at me with a pleased smile on her face before telling me "I could get used to waking up like this real easy."
I just smiled back and gave her forehead a quick kiss, then answered "I could too. Good morning, Sunshine."
She rested her head on my pec for a couple of minutes before saying "As much as I'd like to stay here like this all day, I think we'd be in trouble if we didn't show up for school", followed by throwing the covers back and getting out of bed. Unashamedly standing there naked, she turned and told me "IF you can get your lazy butt out of my bed, I'll let you take a shower with me; then you can make us some breakfast while I make my bed."
That was all the motivation I needed to clamber out of bed, too. We put an arm around each other and made our way to the bathroom we shared, where we had a much easier and nicer time waking up than we usually did. After breakfast, it was off to school for both of us, though we took different routes: Eva went one direction to meet up with Charlene while I went another direction so I could walk with a couple of friends from school. The rest of the day was about as normal and routine as it could be.
As agreed, Charlene didn't come over until shortly before supper… that so all of us could have plenty of time to get our homework out of the way, so nothing would get in the way of our time together.
Supper was light, and quick; once we were sure nobody would be stopping by, we made a mass migration to Evas room. It couldn't have been more than sixty seconds before all of us were naked and molesting each other on Sis' bed.
A little while later, they'd gotten me stretched out on my back while the two of them were industriously engaged in getting my cock as hard as they could. I was laying there with my eyes closed when I felt them change positions; to my surprise, I felt someone move to straddle my hips. Figuring that Charlene had been talked into actually showing Eva what sex was all about, I didn't concern myself about it too much. It actually felt pretty erotic when a soft hand gently took hold of my saliva-slick erection and levered it up so the wet entrance to a pussy could capture the end of it. The hand continued to hold me in place as my manhood began to be enveloped by a warm, tight vagina. There was something of a struggle at first, since my cock didn't seem to want to slide into the wet chamber being offered to it; but after a few seconds and a little more pressure, I felt it as I suddenly slid into the hot, tight sheath.
Knowing how small Charlenes vagina was, and it having been a couple of weeks since we'd last made love, I didn't think anything about it. Instead, I was treasuring the feel of hot, wet, and delightfully tight pussy slowly encasing my erect penis. Just as had happened with Charlene the first time, I'd get a little farther inside, then there'd be a pause before there was a bit of backtracking to make sure the two of us stayed lubricated, then some more progress.
I wasn't really paying any attention to how long it was taking, since I was content that it was happening at all. Anyway, it was soon enough that I felt a nice, smooth ass settle onto the tops of my thighs while my cock was thoroughly encased in womanhood.
I'd never rushed Charlene, and was fine with just laying there and enjoying the sensation of having my erection buried in womanflesh while said womanflesh was going through an assortment of tightening and clenching as she made small movements on top of me.
As I waited for the one straddling my hips to start moving, I felt the other person shift toward my head, and thought "Oho! We're going to do something different now!"
A few moments later, and the end of a nipple was softly dragged across my lips; I opened my mouth in invitation, and was rewarded with the end of a mammary being offered to me. I got my lips fastened around it, and no more than ran my tongue across the nipple before knowing who it belonged to: the nipple I'd just licked was hard and long enough that it could only belong to Charlene. Which meant that it had been Eva that had straddled my hips and then proceeded to impale her virgin pussy on my stiff member. I'd just taken my own sisters cherry!
While releasing my liplock on the breast I'd been offered, I opened my eyes and immediately saw that I was right — it was Charlene at my head. After managing to get myself propped up on my elbows, I looked down to see that Eva was looking at me with trepidation. Before I could say anything, though, she spoke first: "I'm sorry to have to surprise you like this, Billy, but I thought it was the only way that I'd ever be able to make love with you."
The expression on her face and what she'd said were enough to keep me from saying any of the things I'd meant to in favor of asking "What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I said. When I asked you if you thought it would be okay for a brother and sister to make love, you didn't tell me 'no' — but you didn't exactly tell me 'yes', either. Sure, you gave me a bunch of reasons why it might not be a good idea, but you never gave me any sign that you'd be okay with it if that stuff was taken care of, either. And you sure didn't act like it was anything we could or should talk about, either; you just said a bunch of stuff and then shut up."
I thought back to the conversation we'd had, and as I replayed it in my mind, I had to admit that she wasn't exaggerating. Regretting what I hadn't done or said (for a change), I looked into her eyes and contritely responded with "I'm sorry, Sis. I really didn't mean for it to come across like that. All I wanted to do was make sure you knew that it was important enough that we had to really think about it first, and be sure."
"Well, whatever you meant to happen, I did think about it… a lot." She took a deep breath and continued "Billy, I know we'd have to be careful about all the stuff you said about being with each other, and being with other people — just like I know that whatever happens between us isn't something that we can keep doing for the rest of our lives or anything. I love you, Billy, but like a brother that I know loves me, and that I can trust not to do anything to hurt me, and to be there when I need you, and to make me happy and help me feel good — not just about the sex stuff we do together, but everything else, too. If we start making love with each other, I know it'll just be more of what we've already done: something that makes both of us happy and lets us learn about this stuff with someone we love and trust. I think it's okay because we aren't grown and mature enough to be making big lifetime kinds of decisions yet; the only reason this is right for us now is because we are as young as we are and not ready to go out and be on our own yet. We're old enough to appreciate that we're learning things we need to know from each other, but still young enough that all this can be is just one small part of us becoming adults. When we were younger, it was the right time for us to learn how boys and girls are different; now it's the right time for us to learn how to make the best of those differences before we go on to find the people that we want to spend the rest of our lives with. I know that, Billy, just as much as you do. All I want is to be able to learn this part with someone I know I can trust: you."
I could only lay there in silence as she went on "Billy, you had some real good reasons why a brother and sister together might not be a good idea. But I thought of some things myself why it could be a good thing."
"Such as?", I wanted to know.
"Such as maybe if a sister and brother can make love with each other, then neither one of them would feel like they have to do stuff they might not want to with someone else. Maybe if they can make love with each other, then they can learn how to make love better — and make their husband or wife that much happier when they get married. Like maybe if a brother and sister are okay with making love, then they can take care of their needs and desires with each other, instead of getting a bad reputation by doing them with other people. A brother and sister can help each other, so that whichever one of them might have a problem, they can figure out how to take care of it, instead of just going around and feeling bad about it. Don't those sound like good things to you, Billy?"
I admitted that they did, and she just looked at me for several seconds before tenderly saying "Billy, I know you wouldn't have wanted us to start making love like this. It wasn't MY first choice, either. But it was as easy as I hoped it would be, and you were as patient as I could have asked; the thing that I was most worried about was that you'd just… push yourself into me before I was ready, once I was over you. I know you thought I was Charlene, but you still waited and let me only go as fast as I was comfortable with, and now I'm so happy to feel you inside me. I don't think you're happy about how it happened, and I can understand that — I just hope you can forget how we got here, and remember how much you love me so you can make me feel as good as I believe you can."
Knowing that I'd failed her and hearing what she had to say prodded me in ways that I wasn't used to
— not by a long shot. Yeah, I was a little pissed about how she'd contrived to get me to deflower her But there was no denying that she'd done what she had only because I'd stupidly left her feeling like there wasn't any other way for her to get it to happen. I also reminded myself that she'd told me the things she'd thought about, and the results she'd gotten… and how close those results were to what I'd settled on. Without making a big deal out of it (perhaps because of the presence of Charlene, who I couldn't blame any of the situation on), she'd also obliquely let me know how much responsibility I deserved for what had happened, and worse still, how much I'd hurt her in the process. I was left feeling like a complete jackass until I finally remembered the last things she'd told me: that she still loved me enough to want to share herself with me, and that she loved and trusted me enough to make the rest of the experience as good for her as I could. I silently resolved to do just that before I sincerely and apologetically told her "I'm sorry, Eve. Not just for letting you down, and making you think that this was the only way I'd be with you, but for making you think my mind was already made up and that I wasn't ready and willing to talk with you about it. I love you — more than I could ever even begin to tell you. Even though I was an idiot and a jerk, you still want us to be able to make love… and that's what I want, too. If you'll let me, I want to show you how very much you mean to me."
I could see the happiness and delight on Evas face as her eyes filled with tears; somehow, she managed to blink them back before saying "You don't have to apologize to me, Billy. I know you didn't do it on purpose. What's important now is that we got it straightened out. And yes, I want more than anything for you to make love with me, and show me your love."