Is someone bothering you? What's going on?" Again, hesitantly, she answered "I don't know if I should talk to you about it, Danny." "From the way you said that, it sounds like whatever is on your mind is something you think would bother me. Is that it? Is it something about me, or us?"
Several seconds went by before she finally answered "Yeah, it's something about us." "If it's about US, then that includes me. Don't you think I deserve to know, too, then?" "Yeah, you do, Danny -" except that I have to get my part in it straight in my mind, first. Until I can do that, I don't know what to say to you, though." With that tiniest bit of a hint -" that whatever it was, it was mostly her, but included me -" I had something to go on. Thinking about it for several seconds, I could only come up with one thing that seemed to fit, and asked "Is it – is it about when you wanted me to make love to you in your butt? I thought you wanted me to do that, and that you liked it." She graced me with a delighted smile before answering "I did want you to do that, and I did like it! Even more that I thought I would; that's what got me started thinking about this other thing." With another little indicator to point the way, I considered it for a couple of seconds before tentatively asking "Is it about us doing stuff together? Is there something you want me to do again, or more of? You know I love you, Sis, and if there's something I can do to make you happy or feel good, I'm willing to do it. Just tell me what it is!" She suddenly got reticent with me again, and simply told me "No, it's not something you've already done -" that's why I have to think about it." Trying to figure out what it was, I mentally reviewed what she'd said so far: mostly her, but involved me, too; having me in her butt got her starting thinking about it; and it was something we hadn't done yet – What popped into my head was a possibility, but I hadn't had the faintest idea that it was anything she had even thought about. Then I realized that that was just exactly what was happening then: that she was thinking about it. With the expectation that I knew what the answer was going to be, I queried "Is it about us making love? I mean, really?" Hesitantly, she told me "Yeah, that's what I've been thinking about: actually having you inside me."
Somewhat stunned at hearing my suspicion confirmed, I told her "Sis, you don't have to do anything like that for me! The other stuff we do – well, that makes me feel as good as I could want, honest!" She gave me a strange look as she said "No, I don't want to do it for you, Danny. And I know the things we do make you happy, just like they do for me. I've been thinking about it for me. When you made love to me in my butt, it felt wonderful, and I had a great orgasm. But as good as it felt physically, it made me feel even closer to you in my heart -" and I started thinking that if we actually made love, we'd be even closer where it matters." "I love you, Sis, more than I could ever say; I don't know if you could be any closer to me than you already are." She smiled before replying "I didn't think you could be any closer, either -" until we did that. Then I realized how much more you meant to me. That's what got me started thinking about what it might be like if we actually made love with each other." Hearing that, I had some more things to ask her. "What about your virginity? If we do that, it might hurt you. And what about later? If we make love, what will you do when you meet the guy you want to marry? You remember what Mom and Dad told us -" what about making sure I don't get you pregnant? It could happen, even if we just did it the one time!" "Those are just the kinds of things that I've been thinking about, Danny -" along with what seem like a million others. Yes, if we made love, I'd lose my virginity, and it might hurt. But I know that I could trust you to go slow, and make it as easy as possible for me. I love you, and know that you love me, too; that's why when I'm ready, I want it to be you. As for later, well – you've heard Mom and Dad, and you know that it's what's in our hearts, and in our minds, that really matters. When I meet the guy that I want to marry, it'll be because of those things; and I'll expect him to love me for the same reasons. If he's worried about whether or not I'm a virgin – well, he's probably the wrong guy for me." "And birth control?" "I guess you can figure out that I've already thought about the other stuff; the last thing that I was figuring out was that part. I don't want to get pregnant any more than you or Mom and Dad would want me to -" less, probably." Anybody listening to us likely would have thought they were stuck in the Twilight Zone: there I was, trying to argue against deflowering my sister while she tried to tell me why I should -"So, what, you were going to decide all of it; then tell me what MY choices were?" Listening to her, I was starting to feel like she was getting everything arranged so that she only needed me for the act itself.
Seeming to realize from my tone of voice that she'd pretty much left me out of the loop, she looked apologetic as she answered "No, of course not, Danny; and I'm sorry if it sounds like that. I really was going to ask you about it when I'd gotten the rest of it worked out in my head." "Sounds to me like you already have worked it out -" and that you kinda forgot to include ME, even though I'm the one you want to give yourself to." I could see on her face that she understood how things looked from my perspective, and how sad and sorry it made her feel to know that I had a valid point.
There were tears in her eyes when she finally told me "I'm sorry, Danny, really I am! I got so busy thinking about all the rest of it that I forgot how much you love me, and why I was trying to figure all that stuff out!"
Seeing her tears, I knew that I'd hurt her -" and was immediately sorry.
Reaching out and taking her into my arms, I told her "It's okay, Sis. It's something that would change you a whole lot more than it would me, so I guess I can understand how you got so wrapped up in it. But now you have told me what you've been thinking about, and we can work things out, okay?"
Snuffling on my shoulder, I heard her say "Yeah, I'd like that. I really do want to give myself to you, and do it so that both of us are happy how it went afterwards." Caressing her back, I said "Honest, Sis, if you're really ready to stop being a virgin, then there's nothing for me to say about it. If you want it to be me that you're with first, then I'm honored, and I'll do the best I can for you because I do love you so much.
The rest of it is just details, and we can deal with those together, okay?"
Moving to sit up again so that we could see each other, she wiped the tears from her face before answering "Yeah, I'd like that", followed by a smile.
Seeing her happy again, I couldn't help but smile back before I said "Okay, now both of us know what you want to do, and with who. I figure the 'how' is that we have the time and place and everything to take it slow and easy, to make it right for you. Seems to me that there are just a couple of things still up in the air: how do we keep you from getting pregnant, and what happens after?" "The 'after' part isn't hard; once we start, I don't think either of us is going to want it to be just the one time -" at least I don't!" she told me before continuing "It's the not me ending up pregnant part that I've been having trouble with." "You've checked into the different kinds of birth control?" I asked. She nodded before answering "Yeah, I have. The most reliable things are birth controls pills, what they call an Intra-Uterine Device, a diaphragm, and condoms with any one of several different kinds of foam or gel that I'd have to put inside me. But each of them seems to have a different kind of problem, which is why I haven't been able to decide. The way it looks to me is that to use the foam or gel things, I'd already have to have lost my hymen; the same thing is true for a diaphragm. I don't like the idea of birth control pills because I'm still growing, and I don't know what they'd do to me. The IUD thing sounds good, but I don't know if they could get it into me while I'm still a virgin, though." I considered it for a bit, and finally told her "Yeah, I see your point about all of them but the IUD. Have you talked to Mom or Dad about any of it?" To my surprise, she blushed slightly before saying "No, I haven't. I really don't want to talk to Mom about it, and I don't think I could talk to Dad -" I'd just be too embarrassed." I could understand what she was saying, after a fashion: while I'd be reluctant about going to Dad to ask for condoms, I just couldn't see asking Mom to get them for me. Intellectually, I knew that I'd get the same response from either one of them; but there are some things that a kid just can't talk about to the opposite sex parent. The two of us sat there looking at each other for some time, trying to figure out something we could do that wouldn't involve one or both of Mom and Dad. Eventually, I had to admit "Sis, I don't see any way of making sure we don't make you pregnant without getting Mom or Dad involved. I mean, even the stuff that doesn't involve a doctor is something we'd have to buy -" and I just can't figure a store clerk selling birth control stuff to a couple of 14-year-olds. And that means that no matter what we use, Mom and Dad are going to know about it. I think the best thing is to just face up to that fact and go with that IUD thing you mentioned. If they can't put one in you while you're still a virgin, then the only thing I can think of is to just come right out and ask Mom or Dad if they have any ideas." Sis made a face before admitting "I think you're probably right. But this is something I really hoped I wouldn't have to talk to Mom about; at least, not before it happened." I took her hand in mine and told her "If you want, I'll be with you -" whether you want me there for the whole thing, or just part of it. Or, if you want, I'll go talk to Dad while you're talking to Mom." I didn't have much enthusiasm about either of those choices, but I'd willingly do them if it convinced Sis to get the help she needed with her questions. Looking at me appreciatively, she answered "No, you don't have to do any of that, Danny. I know you would if I wanted you to, but it isn't necessary. Yeah, I'll be a little embarrassed to ask Mom about birth control -" but you're right: I've got questions, and she has answers."
Sympathetically, I told her "You probably remember that she told us that they wanted us to come to them for help on this, so maybe it won't be so bad." That seemed to help her a little, because she was a little more chipper when she answered "Yeah, that's true. Maybe you're right -" After a little more discussion, Sis let me know approximately when she'd talk to Mom, and said that she'd let me know what happened. Afterwards, the two of us just sat and held hands in mutual support.
I was considerably relieved when Sis came into my room late one afternoon; I quickly put aside the book I'd been reading in favor of guiding her onto my lap so she could tell me how things had gone -" the expression on her face didn't give me the faintest clue. Once she was seated, I put my arms around her waist and asked "You talked to Mom?"
"Yeah, I did." "So how did it go?" Still looking somewhat stunned, Sis told me "Uh, it went fine." Getting mildly exasperated, I commanded "So tell me already!" Giving herself a little shake, she told me "I went to her right after she and Dad got home from work, and said I needed to ask her some stuff. I guess she figured out it was important, because she took me into Dads office and closed the door behind us. After we both sat down, she asked me what was going on, and I told her that I was thinking that I should maybe start using some kind of birth control. She asked me if I was thinking of anything in particular, and I told her what I said to you about pills and IUDs, and why I thought maybe I'd like the IUD. Then I asked her if she knew if I could get one while I still have my hymen. She said she didn't know, but could find out -" and called her doctor, right then. She couldn't come to the phone right away, but said she'd call Mom back in just a few minutes. While we were waiting, Mom asked me if I was really thinking about not being a virgin any more. I told her I was thinking about it, but that I wasn't going to actually do anything about it yet.
Then she asked if I had anybody in mind, and I said that I did; but she didn't ask me who, like I was afraid she would." Taking a breath, Sis went on "She told me that she hoped I would be careful to make sure that I was ready, that I should make sure I had the right time and place and guy, and said that she loved me. She started to say something else, but that was when the phone rang; it was her doctor calling back. Mom said she had a couple of quick questions, and asked her doctor if an IUD could be put into a girl that still had her hymen, and then if it was safe for a girl that was still growing to take birth control pills. It took a few minutes for the doctor to answer, and when she was done, Mom thanked her for calling back so quickly, and for the help. After she hung up the phone, she told me that the doctor had said that a girl that was still a virgin might be able to get an IUD. She said the doctor told her that most girls still have a little bit of an opening in their hymen, and that if the opening was large enough, it was possible to get the medical stuff inside far enough to put in the IUD -" but that it was necessary for the doctor to see the girl first." "Then she said that the doctor had told her that birth control pills had been around long enough, and there were enough different kinds, that it was a pretty safe bet that at least one of them would be okay for a girl that was still in puberty. It might take trying a two or three different kinds, but that nothing would happen to cause the girl to stop growing the way she should; the only effect the 'wrong' pill would have would be to make her uncomfortable", she added. Finally, she told me "After that, Mom just talked to me a little bit -" telling me again that she loved me, and so did Dad, and that they'd still love me whether I was a virgin or not; that I was their daughter, and that all that mattered to them was that I was happy and healthy. She asked me if I'd talked to the guy yet, and I said that I had, and that it had been MY idea to give myself to him. She asked if I was sure about that, and I told her I was; that when I'd told the guy, he'd said that I should make sure first, too.
Neither one of us ever used any names, but I kinda think that she knew that I was talking about you. Anyway, she asked me if I needed some time to think about it, and I told her that I already had, a lot. She asked if I wanted her to make an appointment for me with her doctor, and after I thought about it a little, I told her yes. When she asked if I had any time in mind, I told her that anything would be fine. She seemed to like that, and said that she'd make the appointment for me the next time she went, in a couple of weeks; I said that was okay, and thanked her. She said she was glad I was being careful and thinking about it, and told me she loved me again, and that was the end of it." "It sound like it worked out okay, then" I said Sis nodded her head and told me "It did. I was kind of nervous and embarrassed at first, but Mom didn't say or do anything except help me find out what I wanted to know, and let me know that if I was really sure I was ready, then it was okay. I don't think she's really happy about it, but I don't think she's mad or disappointed, either. I expect she's going to talk to Dad about it, but I don't figure he would actually say anything." While not real comfortable about the idea that Mom and Dad might know that I was the one Sis wanted to give her virginity to, it didn't really bother me that much, either: there wasn't a doubt in my mind that both of them loved both of us, and that as long as we were being careful and thoughtful about what we were doing, they were willing to let us be as independent and mature up as we were capable of handling. It wasn't until later in life that I realized that what Sis and I were going through then was the acid test of everything Mom and Dad had done when they were raising us: encouraging us to come to them when we needed advice, helping us find the answers to the questions we had, and doing everything they could to teach us to be thoughtful and responsible -" and then holding us accountable for our actions, regardless. Sis had decided she was ready to lose her virginity; she thought things through, and asked for help and advice when she needed it. That I was the one she'd decided to partner with didn't matter, except that both of us were being careful, and that we loved each other as much as we did. That we were still shy of 15 years old was irrelevant: we were demonstrating that we were being mature and prudent about it, and that was what really mattered. Sis leaned forward to lay her head on my shoulder, and I put my arms around her, giving her a hug before I told her "I love you, Sis. And just so you know, I'm not in any hurry to make love with you; not until you're really sure, and really ready. Even if it never happens, that's okay with me, because I love you and want you to be happy." After hugging me back, she said "I know you love me, Danny, and I love you the same way. But I am sure that I want to share myself with you like that. I know there's no hurry, but I do want it to happen, and with you." There wasn't anything for me to say to that, really, so I contented myself with simply holding her close, just as she seemed satisfied to be held.
Sis let me know when Mom had set up the doctors appointment for her, so I was home and waiting to hear how things had gone when Sis got home afterwards. The two of us went out in the back yard and sat in the swinging bench while she told me what happened. She started by telling me "When we got there, I kind of felt out of place. I mean, I was the youngest person in the waiting room. But Mom acted like it was perfectly normal for me to be there, so I just sat there and looked at a magazine like everyone else was. When it was my turn, the nurse was showed us back to one of the examination rooms, and told me that she knew it was my first time there, and that I didn't have to worry about anything. After she left, Mom told me what usually happens when she goes in for an exam. It sounded kinda scary, and uncomfortable, but Mom explained that gynecological exams were part of being a healthy female. A few minutes later, the doctor came in, and she was real nice. She asked me some questions like whether my periods were regular, if they gave me any trouble, and stuff like that before she told me that she would be giving me just a very basic exam before talking to me about birth control. She also said that it was up to me if I wanted Mom in the room, or a nurse -" but before then, she just wanted to talk to me a few minutes. I said that was fine, and she asked Mom if it could be just the two of us. Mom said it was okay, and went out of the room. Then the doctor told me that Mom had said I wanted to come in about birth control, and that she -" the doctor, I mean -" wanted to make sure that I was getting it because I wanted to, not because anybody was trying to 'push' me or anything. I told her that it really was my idea, and that nobody was doing anything to make me do it; and that I just wanted to be sure that I couldn't get pregnant before I started having sex. Then she asked me if I was the one that had the questions that had Mom call her about. I said that I was, and she said it sounded like I was being pretty grown up if I was thinking about things like that." Sis took my hand as we sat there slowly swinging and said "When she was done talking, she asked if I wanted Mom or a nurse, and I said that Mom was fine. She smiled, and went to the door to let Mom know she could come in again. Then the doctor told both of us what she'd be doing for my exam, and showed us some different kinds of IUDs and the little tools she had to put them in with. While she was doing that, she showed us a diagram of how hymens looked sometimes, and which one I'd have to have and about how big the hole in it would have to be if I wanted an IUD. It was actually kind of interesting, but a little scary too, looking at the tools she'd have to use to put one in." "Anyway, once she was done, she asked me again if I really wanted to see if I could have an IUD. I said I did, and she said that I'd need to take my skirt and panties off and put on one of those hospital gowns. I said that I understood, and she said I should go ahead -" that she'd be back in a couple of minutes." "After she left, I was surprised when Mom went over and stood in a corner, facing away from me, so that I could do what the doctor said. When I was done, I sat down on the exam table, and Mom came over to sit next to it and hold my hand.
It was just a couple of minutes later when the doctor came in again. She had me lie down and put my feet up in these kind of stirrups that were on the table before hanging these little paper curtains around me. That left me wide open to her, and I started to feel embarrassed, but the doctor told me that she had to do the same thing when SHE got an exam, and understood that although it wasn't real comfortable or dignified, it really was the best and easiest way for her to do her job. Somehow, that made it easier for me, and it helped even more when Mom gave my hand a little squeeze.
Then she sat down in a chair and moved to where she could see between my legs. I felt her pull me open a little bit, and I knew that she was looking inside me. I could see what she was doing because of all the little curtains around my legs, but I could feel her doing some thing to me. None of it hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable." "She was only between my legs for a few minutes before she moved back and pulled one of the paper sheets down to cover me. Then she came around to where I could see her, and told me that I looked to be as healthy and normal as anybody could want. I asked her about my hymen, and she told me that mine was like most everyone elses -" just the one hole in it, pretty much in the middle.
She said that even though I was as young as I am, she thought that she could get an IUD into me. She also said that it was pretty close, though, and that it might hurt a little bit. Then she said it was up to us -" mostly me, she said -" to decide if I wanted her to try, or if I just wanted to use birth control pills. I looked at Mom, and she just said 'It's your body, dear, so it's up to you. I'm here for you, whichever one you decide.' I asked the doctor what would happen if it turned out that she couldn't get the IUD into me, and she said that she definitely wasn't going to force things: that if it turned out that the hole wasn't big enough, then she'd just quit, and not hurt me. I thought about it for a little bit, and finally told her that I wanted to try. She smiled, and said that was fine." Taking a deep breath, Sis went on "The doctor took the cover off a little tray she'd brought in, and showed me the IUD -" she called it a 'device' -" she thought would be best. Of course, I didn't have any idea why that one was better than anything else she'd shown us, and just told her that it was fine. She put the little tray on a rolling cart and rolled it with her back between my legs again. She lifted the little paper curtain, and I felt her start doing stuff again. I'm not sure what it was, but she used some kind of tool to hold me open so she could see inside. I heard her doing some stuff, then she told me that she was going to try to put the device in, and that I should try to relax. I really wanted to have it work, so I did the best I could. I felt it when she started using the stuff she'd shown us; it was uncomfortable at first, but I could pretty much ignore that part. It did hurt a little bit for a few seconds, and I guess I made a little noise because she told me 'I'm sorry, Janet -" there just isn't any other way for me to do that, but it's over now. Just give me another minute or so, and I'll be all done.' I was so happy to hear that it worked that I didn't mind when it hurt again a little bit later, right before she moved back and put the curtain between my legs again." "When she'd moved the little cart out of the way and put the tray of stuff on the counter again, she closed my robe and took all the curtains down before she came up to my head and told me that everything had gone fine: she'd been able to get through my hymen and to my cervix easily. The pain I'd felt had been when she'd had to open the entrance to my uterus so she could actually put the device in me; the other pain had been when she'd pulled the insertion tool back out. Then she reminded me that the device would only work at keeping me from getting pregnant -" that it was up to ME to make sure that I didn't catch something else like a disease or AIDS or something. Finally, she told me that while I could start having sex any time, it would be best if I waited until after the end of my next period, and that I might feel a little sore for the next day or two." "Mom and I both thanked her, and she just smiled and said that she was glad she could help -" that she'd much rather have a girl come in to see about birth control before she started having sex, than have a pregnant teenager in the waiting room. Then she told me that if I wanted to lay there and rest for a few minutes before I got dressed, that was fine. I thanked her again, and she left, taking the tray of stuff with her. I still felt a little sore and told Mom I'd like to lay there for a little bit. She squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek before she told me that was fine. A little bit later, I said I was ready to go, and Mom went over to stand in the corner again as I got dressed." Taking my hand in both of hers, Sis told me "On the way back, I was really surprised when Mom told me that she was proud of me, and glad that I came to her like I did. I didn't say anything, but she explained to me that she was proud of me for taking the time to really think about it before I started having sex, and glad that I wasn't too afraid or embarrassed to come to her. I said that I was glad, too, and she said that when I got older and had children of my own, I'd understand when she told me that she'd had mixed emotions when I'd come to her. Finally, she told me that she knew I'd want my first time to be special, and that she'd do what she could to see to it that I had plenty of time, so I wouldn't be rushed." I have to admit that I was more than a little surprised by that last part -" and had to say "It sounds to me like Mom, and probably Dad, already know that I'M the one you want to make love with first." "What do you mean, Danny?" "Think about it, Sis: why else do you think Mom would say that to you, about trying to see that you had plenty of time? How could she try to do that if she didn't figure it was going to be us, instead of you and someone else? You know how Mom and Dad are -" if Mom thought you were going to be with some other guy, she probably would have said she'd try to get you the time or something less certain than she did. But to say she'd do what she could? That sounds pretty solid and definite to me, and you know Mom or Dad neither one would say anything like that unless they were pretty sure." She just sat there and looked at me for several seconds before quietly saying "I think you're right. I'll bet they do know." A few moments later, she added "But I don't think it really matters to them, Danny." "Why not?" I had to ask. "Because they are Mom and Dad. You know as well as I do that any time they though we were thinking about doing something that would get us in trouble when we were younger, one or the other of them would say or do something to let us know they were on to us. Do you really think they'd have let things get this far if they really objected? I mean, it was dad that saw us together in bed that time; and when he and Mom had that talk with us, they said we could keep doing stuff together. And it was you that reminded me what Mom said about coming to them before we started having sex. I didn't figure they meant it that way at the time, but they did keep mentioning us having sex; I figured they just meant us, individually, not us together. But if they did mean us together, then that explains why neither of them has said anything to us about not making love with each other!" What she was saying made a lot of sense. Something popped into my mind, and I quickly told Sis "I think you're right. And I'll bet that that's why Mom didn't ask you who you were thinking about making love to first: she already figured it was me, and just wanted to let you feel like you had some privacy." She just blinked at me a couple of times before nodding her head in acceptance and saying "I'd bet that was it, too", followed a few moments later with "So what do we do?" I thought the answer to that was pretty obvious, and said "Who says we have to do anything? It sure looks clear to me that Mom and Dad almost certainly know that it would be us together when you're ready; and if that's the case, then both of us know that one or both of them would say something to us if they really had a problem with it. Instead, Mom not only answered the questions you had about birth control, but actually took you to the doctor so you could get started." Something else came to me, and I added "Remember when they had that talk with us after Dad found us? They said that they weren't going to encourage us, but that if we got to this point on our own, they'd understand. They sure haven't encouraged us, but we still got here, and I think they're doing just what they said they would: understanding, and letting it happen because they know that because of how much we love each other, we'll be careful and take our time to do it right for each other." "I think you're right, Danny", Sis told me, though there still seemed to be something on her mind. It took me only a second to realize what it might be, and I quickly told her "Sis, if Mom and Dad really know that you wanted us to be together the first time, I can understand that you might not like it. I mean, I kind of feel like we've lost some of our privacy, too. So if you decide that you don't want to, or that you just don't want it to be with ME, then I can understand and accept it. As much as I'd like to be able to make love with you that way, it's more important to me that you're happy. I hope you won't forget that if Mom and Dad really know, then you can count on Mom to keep her word about making sure we have lots of time so that we don't have to hurry. But whatever you decide, I'll accept it, and not try to change your mind." Sis looked at me for several seconds before she said "Well, that's for later, I think. I mean, I just got started with the birth control today, and the doctor said I should probably wait until after my next period -" so that's at least a month and a half, right there." Nothing for me to do or say except "Of course, Sis. I told you, whatever you decide, I'll be fine.
Uh, if you wanted to stay with me tonight, I'd like that. Not to do anything, I mean -" just hold each other." She graced me with a pleased smile before answering "Yeah, I'd like that."
It was only a couple of days before Sis felt like she was ready for us to start being intimate again. She seemed a little distracted at first, but I didn't say or do anything other than what I had before. I'd promised that I wasn't going to try and get her to decide one way or another, and I was determined to do just that: leave her to make her own decision for her own reasons. Did I want to be able to make love with her? You bet I did!
But I also loved her as much as I'd said, and having her happy was more important to me than anything else. It was while we were waiting that I got an indirect confirmation from Dad that he and Mom pretty much knew that Sis had me in mind as the one she gave herself to the first time. He'd asked me to give him a hand with some little job or other, something that wasn't unusual. While we were working on it, we kind of chatted a little bit as usually happened; it was kind of a way for Dad to make sure I was doing okay, and for me to bring up anything that was on my mind. We were getting close to being done when Dad told me "Son, I guess you've heard that Janet has started using birth control." A little surprised, I just said "Yeah, Dad, I heard." "Well, I expect that if she's starting to think about things like that, then you probably are, too -" and I have a couple of things I want you to think about." Interested, but not really nervous or anything, I asked "What're those, Dad?" "When the time comes that you're the first guy to make love with a girl, I hope you'll remember that stuff like that is a lot different for girls than it usually is for us guys. For us, it's usually about the physical part of it -" the having sex, I mean.
Most guys are usually pretty gung-ho about it, and don't really think about what it's like for the girl. For them, the first guy they're with -" well, that's most always a special thing with them. It's something that can only happen once, ever, for them: once they've made love and lost their maidenhead, that's it -" it's over and done with forever. There just isn't the change in guys when they stop being virgins like there is for girls." "Yeah, Dad, I kinda knew that." "Well, now you more than 'kinda' know it, and I hope you'll remember it. The other thing I wanted to say is another part of the same thing. The first time a girl makes love, because it's such a special thing and means so much to her, she'll likely want the circumstances to be special, too. I mean, she'll probably want the time and place to be as special as the actual event; and she'll almost certainly have certain ideas about how she wants things to go: not wanting to feel rushed, for the guy to be patient and gentle with her, for him to show that he really cares afterwards, and things like that." "Sure, I can understand that." Dad looked at me for a few seconds before saying "I hope you'll remember it, son. The first time a girl gives herself to a guy, it's something that could affect her for the rest of her life. Not just the loss of her virginity, but even about how she thinks and feels about making love: if the guy gets in too big of a hurry or doesn't treat her right or does anything else to mess it up for her, it could make it hard for her to enjoy being with anyone else for LONG time. And a girl gives her virginity to a guy only because she loves and cares for him -" from her perspective, she's giving him a treasured part of herself; he should make sure that he really deserves what she's offering him."
"That's just right, Dad. I sure wouldn't want it to be any other way; I remember everything you and Mom told us when we were growing up, about the difference between just having sex and actually making love. I really didn't understand it then like I do now, and I sure want to make things right for any girl that would want me to be the first one to be with her like that." Having said his piece, and hearing that I understood what he was saying, Dad didn't belabor the point. He just nodded and said "I'm glad to hear that, son" before getting back to what we'd been doing. After that little chat, I suppose I could have said something to Sis about it.
But a number of things kept me from doing so. First, Dad had been talking to me, making sure that I understood what I was getting into and what was expected of me. Second, I figured that if I told Sis about it, it might just get her more anxious about Mom and Dad knowing about her wanting me to be the one she made love with first. Finally, I'd said I wasn't going to say to do anything to her about it, and I wanted to keep that promise.
Still, I was surprised when Sis told me that her and Mom had had a similar conversation -" though obviously from a different direction. When she told me what Mom had said to her, it did cross my mind to tell her about Dad and me; but I decided that the reasons I had for not telling her when it happened were still valid.
It was a little over a couple of months after Sis had her doctors visit when Mom and Dad told us at supper one night that they were going to be going to a trade show for the kind of stuff they did as part of Dads business as an engineer. The way they explained it, it was going to be a lot of classes and seminars and things on a Friday, and then a big show from a lot of manufacturers the next day. The seminar was a couple of weeks away, and they were going to be leaving on the Thursday afternoon before, and coming back the Sunday after -" leaving me and Sis pretty much to ourselves for two days and three nights. We weren't going to be completely on our own, of course; their friends (the ones we'd called "Momma " while we were growing up) would be checking with us every so often to see if we needed anything, and we knew that we could call Dads friend Paul if there was anything like an emergency. They'd left us alone overnight before, but this was going to be the first time that they were gone for THAT long, and they were understandably concerned about us. But Sis and I both assured them that we could handle it: sure, it was longer than they'd ever left us before, but essentially wasn't that much different. Sis and I would have to cook more of our own meals (both of us were capable of the basics), but otherwise, no big deal -" just a little bit more of something we'd already shown we were capable and responsible enough for. Sis and I both knew that most of our friends parents wouldn't be happy about leaving their kids alone in the house the way Mom and Dad were -" but then, our friends didn't have houses that Dad had worked on.
The home automation stuff that he'd built into it, and the security system, were both controlled by something he called MABEL: Machine Access By English Language. Basically, it was a voice-controlled computer system that handled all the routine, grunt-work, and convenience stuff in the house: temperature, ventilation, the fire and security system (including video cameras that fed into the TVs), lighting, sound, phone, TV, the whole thing. Even if the power went out, there was a small electrical generator that would kick in to make sure everything still worked. While we'd been growing up, there had been a few times that we'd lost power due to electrical or snow storms; MABEL just told us that we'd lost the mains, that we were on generator, and kept going without a hitch. Even the generator had a backup fuel source -" while it normally ran off of natural gas, it could switch over to a propane tank if necessary. All of this was perfectly natural to Sis and me; it wasn't until years later that I came to understand just how good of an engineer Dad was.
Anyway, the last thing Mom and Dad had to worry about was someone breaking in, or us being stuck in a house with no power because of an outage, or anything like that. Their only real concern was us and how we'd do: that we'd eat properly, we wouldn't make too big of a mess, and that kind of thing. And even that was minor for them -" Sis and I had shown them that we were responsible and trustworthy while they were gone too many times before. While we'd likely have a friend or two over, we weren't going to be throwing any parties or getting into any kind of mischief.
Even though Sis hadn't said anything more to me about us making love, I pretty much figured that if she decided that she still wanted us to, it would happen during the time Mom and Dad were gone: the opportunity was simply too good to let pass. But I still didn't say or do anything to get Sis to make a decision, or try and bias her. Dads little chat with me had really cemented my determination to leave Sis alone in that regard -" and to do right by her if she DID decide in favor of us being together. The last few days before they left, Mom and Dad didn't make any big deal out of their trip; but I did notice that they made sure we had plenty of food in the house, and that the laundry got done earlier than usual. Sis and I had had supper (I made burgers; she was going to make spaghetti the next night) after Mom and Dad had left when she let me know what she'd finally decided.
She was nestled into my side with my arm around her, the two of us on the couch while we watched TV. When a commercial came on, she looked at me and said "Danny, I've decided what I want to do." I didn't figure she was talking about her career choice in college, and quickly gave her my full attention before I asked "What's that, Sis?" "What I want is to make love with you." I nodded and answered "If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do. Where and when?" Seemingly reassured by my response, she told me "I was thinking that I'd like it to happen in my room, tomorrow night. I was hoping that you would stay with me -" all night, I mean." I gave her a gentle hug and kiss on the forehead before I said "I'd be happy to do that, Sis. How did you want it to happen?" She looked surprised for a moment, and then realized that I was asking about the circumstances, not the event itself, before she answered "I thought it would be nice if we were a little dressed up tomorrow night, and you went with me when it was time for bed.
We could undress each other, and then get each other ready." Smiling at her, I replied "That sounds just fine to me, too. That's how we'll do it, then." I could see that she was both pleased, and a little relieved, that I was so agreeable to what she wanted. I lowered my head, and she readily let me give her a small, soft kiss on the lips. Looking into her eyes, I told her "Sis, I love you -" enough that I want to make this as special for you as we can." Seeing how sincere I was, she gave me a happy smile before answering "I love you, too, Danny. I know it hasn't been easy for you while I've been going through all this, and the only thing that made it easier for me was how patient and understanding you've been." "I'm glad I was able to help, Sis" I answered before giving her another brief hug.
With that out of the way, the two of us settled in for watching TV the rest of the evening. Every so often, one or the other of us would hug the other, or give the other a brief, gentle kiss. The way we held and touched each other wasn't sexual -" but it was somehow more intimate. When it got late enough, both of us got up and headed for our rooms. Before we parted, though, I gave her another soft kiss before telling her "I love you, Sis."
She smiled up at me and replied "I love you, too, Danny. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" "Of course" I answered before we each headed for our rooms. Even after I got into bed, I could only lay there, thinking about the next night -" less about my own physical desires than what I would do to try and make the event as close to perfect as I could for her. The next day, the two of us each went about our regular activities; but the times that we were together, we were more helpful and courteous than usual. Not that we were 'formal' or anything, just that with both of us so aware of what was ahead, we were making an extra effort not to do anything that might mess it up. When Sis let me know that it was close to time for supper, I thanked her and went to my room to get ready. After a quick shower, I changed into a pair of khakis and a sport shirt; she'd said she wanted for us to be a 'little' dressed up, and knowing her, I figured that was about right: more than the jeans or shorts I might have worn otherwise, but not as much as if we'd be going to someplace fancy, either. When I came out, I went to see if Sis needed any help with anything, but she wasn't in the kitchen or dining room, either one. I could see that the food was ready, though, so I figured she was getting changed, too -" and simply did my part by setting the table. Then I had an idea, and got some glasses and a couple of the wine coolers we had in the fridge. I wasn't worried about Mom or Dad being mad about the coolers, since they let me and Sis have them before. Besides, I didn't expect that Sis or I would have more than just the one, and there wasn't THAT much alcohol in them, anyway.
Filling a glass for each of us with our preferred flavor, I set them on the table. I was wondering what to do next when Sis came into the room, and I saw that she was wearing one of her simpler dresses: a pale yellow, it complimented her hair and skin tones very well. It was a simple design that showed off her figure to good effect, with the skirt part of it coming down to just above her knees. She looked pleased when she saw what I had on, and told me "You look good, Danny. Supper will be ready in just another minute or so. Go ahead and sit down, and I'll bring it in." I didn't sit down as she said because there was something I wanted to do; when she came back in with a plate of spaghetti for each of us, she was surprised to see me still standing there. But when she'd set the plates down, and I moved to hold her chair for her, she looked positively delighted. Once she was seated, I took my own chair and we started having supper. She spotted the wine coolers I'd brought out, and thanked me for them. In return, I complimented her on what she'd done with the spaghetti sauce. Otherwise, neither of us felt the need for a lot of conversation; again, our time together was intimate, but not formal. I'd set the table so that Sis and I were closer to each other than we usually were, and several times during the meal, I would reach out to take her hand and give it a small squeeze. The first time I did it, it surprised her. After that, she'd let me know she appreciated the gesture by giving me a small smile when I did it. When supper was done, I had her just sit at the table to finish her cooler while I cleared the rest of the dishes and got them into the dishwasher. Once that was done, I held her chair for her again when she got up, and took her hand to lead her into the living room.
Earlier in the day, I'd taken the time to find a specific type of music, and gotten it set up on the stereo. Turning loose of Sis' hand for a moment, I turned it on, and the living room was filled with soft, slow music. When I got back to Sis, I took her hand and asked "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" I could see her eyes get wet with tears before she managed to blink them away and tell me "Yes, Danny, I'd love to!" I led the way out to where I'd pushed some of the furniture back to give us a little more room to dance in, and took her into my arms. Her eyes were glistening again when she looked up at me before resting her head on my shoulder. We spent nearly the entire evening there, alternating between dancing through a few tunes and sitting down to snuggle with each other for bit. It was getting toward late evening, and we'd just danced through a couple of tunes when Sis told me "This has been wonderful, Danny, and you've made me so happy. Now I think it's time." I took my hands off her hips, and she took a small step back to look up at me. I just smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before going over to turn off the music. When I was next to her again, she took my hand in hers, and the two of us walked back to her room. Once inside, Sis turned to face me and after taking both of my hands in hers, said "I love you, Danny. More than I could ever say or explain. And I know that you love me, too -" everything you've done has told me that, and particularly everything you did for me tonight. I wanted this to be something I'd remember, and you've done more than your share to make it that way. Now I want to share something of me with you. From all you've said and done, I know you understand what this really means to me -" and that's why I want my first time with a guy to be with you: because you're as special as this is."
Looking into her eyes, I answered "I can't know what this really means to you -" but because I do love you as much as I do, I can see what it means, and honor and respect your choices and decisions. I truly am honored that you would want to give yourself to me this way, and I'll do everything I can to be worthy of the trust you've given me." Smiling, Sis released my hands after giving them a small squeeze and told me "I – I want to take your clothes off, then have you take mine." I just smiled back, and nodded my agreement. Reaching up, Sis put her hands behind my head and tilted it down so she could give me a soft kiss. When our lips parted, her hands moved to the top of my shirt, and she began undoing the buttons holding it closed. When she'd gotten the buttons all undone, she pulled it open so that she could slide her hands inside and begin caressing my body. That went on for nearly a minute before she moved to slip my shirt off of my shoulders, then remove it so that she could carefully toss it over to a chair. With my upper body exposed, she didn't delay in resuming her previous caresses, and expanding them to include my shoulders and arms and back. As before, I was content to simply stand there and let her do what she wanted. When there wasn't a square millimeter of my body above the waist that she hadn't touched, she slowly moved her hands around to the front of my pants. She tilted her head back to look into my face, and I simply smiled and nodded to her, letting her know that I was fine with whatever she wanted to do. I saw her take a deep breath before reaching for the buckle on my belt. When it was undone, her hands were a little shaky as they approached the fastener on my pants. When she slid one hand inside my waistband, I politely pulled my stomach in a little to give her some room and make it easier for her; I saw her ears pinken a trifle as she slightly blushed. With my pants unfastened, her hand was a lot steadier when she took the tab of my zipper and started pulling it down. Once she was done with it, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and started easing my pants down even as she was kneeling down in front of me. After she'd gotten my pants puddled around my ankles, I slid my feet out of the loafers I'd put on, and carefully lifted each leg in turn so that Sis could finish pulling them off and move them, and my shoes, off to the side. Once she'd slid my socks off, all that was left was my underwear. With another deep breath to calm herself, she reached out to remove that last impediment to my nudity. Just as she'd done with my pants, she eased her thumbs inside the waistband and slowly slid them down. I wasn't surprised when her focus seemed to be on my cock and balls, even as my shorts fell below my knees. I ended up just standing there for several seconds before she remembered to give each leg a gentle nudge to let me know she wanted to get my underwear over with the rest of my clothes. That accomplished, she readily turned back to look at me for several seconds before sliding her hands up the backs of my legs until she had my ass cupped in her hands.
After giving my ass a couple of squeezes, she moved them around so that they were resting on the fronts of my thighs before she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the head of my penis. Only then did she move to stand up again, take a half-step back, and simply tell me "Your turn." I knew the dress she was wearing fastened up the back, so I calmly moved so that I was behind her. Reaching to take her hair in one hand, I pulled it to the side so that I could give her a soft kiss on the back of her neck.
Realizing that her hair was a little bit of an obstruction, Sis reached up to hold it for me -" leaving both of my hands free to begin unbuttoning her dress. When I'd gotten the buttons all undone, I slowly opened the top of it to expose her shoulders and kissed each of them before reaching in to do to her back pretty much what she'd done to my front. She didn't have a bra on, so there was nothing to interfere with my hands delighting in the soft smoothness of her skin. Some time later, I finally eased my hands back up so that I could slip her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders. With that accomplished, I was free to re-investigate her front: her flat belly, the small dimple of her navel, the firm mounds of her breasts, and the little nubbins of her nipples. Reacquainted with that part of her anatomy, I moved my hands down so that I could slide her dress down off her hips before kneeling down and guiding her to step out of it, and the low-heeled shoes she was wearing. In the process of doing all that, I discovered that she'd put on some stockings. stockings, not pantyhose, and that they were held up by their sheer attraction to her legs -" something that I could easily empathize with. After carefully laying her dress across the back of the chair that she'd put my clothes on, I knelt down behind her again -" drawn by the sight of her cute butt exposed by the almost nonexistent panties she had on. Using just my fingertips, I traced a line from her ankles to her waist before slipping my thumbs under the band of her panties. As I drew them down her hips, I leaned forward to kiss the top of the cleft of her ass, then each of her cheeks. When I could, I reached farther into the leg openings of her panties so that I could use my entire hand to touch her as I slid them down her legs. When she'd stepped out of them, I tossed her panties onto the chair, where they kept my shorts entertained. Slowly and gently tracing my hands back up her legs, I was finally able to cup the firm globes of her ass in my hands.
After caressing her ass for a bit, I gave it a gentle squeeze before going about removing her stockings. Rather than simply just rolling each of them down until I could slip them off her feet, I chose to do something different: use my hands to softly stroke her legs as part of rolling each one down. Even when one was just above her knee, I was sliding my hand nearly the entire length of her thigh before rolling it down a little farther. Each stocking, and the leg it contained, got the same treatment -" and I was certainly in no hurry to finish the job!
Finally, though, it was done, and Sis was as naked as I was. Still kneeling behind her, I reached up to put my hands on her hips, then gently guide her to turn around. When she was facing me, I slowly leaned forward to place a small, soft kiss on her belly, right at the edge of her pubic hair. That was followed by another to her navel, and then each of her nipples as I slowly moved to stand up. Despite having already seen her nude, clothed, and just about everything in between many times over, I was still left with the feeling that undressing her that way was somehow something to be treasured -" that that simple act was as special as the occasion, and that the resulting exposure of her body to me was something that would stay with me for the rest of my life. Having reached the way point of both of us undressing each other, I simply waited to see what was next. Sis moved toward me and reached up to put her hands behind my head again. It took only the lightest touch from her for me to understand that she wanted me to tilt my head down so we could kiss again -" something I was more than willing to do. Our first kiss was feather light, and brief.
When she pulled back from me slightly, I saw the love she felt for me reflected in her eyes. That touched me in a way that I'd never really felt before, and I didn't hesitate to kiss her back, putting every iota of the love and affection I had for her into it even as I put my arms around her to hold her close. While that second kiss was every bit as soft and gentle as the first, it lasted much longer as each of us let the other know how we felt. Even though I didn't figure I'd come anywhere near expressing all the love I felt for her, our lips finally did part. When she looked up at me, I could see that I'd managed to give Sis some idea of how deeply I cared for her by the look of love she gave me. Without saying anything, she eased herself back from me before taking one of my hands and leading me over to her bed, where she guided me to lie down on my back. Satisfied with my position, she soon moved so that she was lying next to me on her side, one of her legs across both of mine and her head nestled into the hollow of my shoulder. I managed to get my arm around her so that my hand was resting on her waist, content to simply hold her like that. A couple of minutes must have passed with us just lying there before I heard her say "Danny, will you do something for me?" Surprised at the question, I answered "Of course I will, Sis." She tilted her head to look at me and said "You don't know what it is yet." I kissed her on the forehead before I told her "It doesn't matter. I love you. This is your time, and whatever you want, I'll do my best to give it to you." Obviously pleased by my response, she told me "Well, I don't think you'll mind this. What I wanted you to do was wait a little bit before we actually make love." "Okay."
Surprised by my ready agreement, she asked "Don't you want to know why, or how long?" "I know why, and how long" I answered, before adding "The 'why' is because that's what you want, and the 'how long' is until whenever you're ready. That's all I need." She turned her head to kiss my chest before looking up at me again and saying "You're such a dear! Maybe that's enough for you, but I still want to tell you: what I want to do is help you have a climax first, so that when we actually do start making love, it'll last longer. As good as you've made me feel before, I know that once we get past the first part, then the rest of it will feel really good, and I want that part to last as long as it can." I suppose that most guys would have felt some pressure at hearing something like that, but I didn't. If anything, it told me that Sis really did trust me not to hurt her (or, at least, make any pain as small as possible), which was something I was already determined to do. It also reassured me that she was looking forward to our making love enough to be able to anticipate actually enjoying it. "Do you want me to do anything for you?" I asked. "No, not for this part -" but definitely for the next!" she replied, grinning.
With that settled, she nestled into my side again. Several minutes later, though, I felt her start caressing my chest; not much later, she had worked her way down to where she could take my penis in her hand. After she started toying with me and felt me begin to respond, she raised herself up to give me a kiss; I managed to draw her into a couple more before she began working her way down my body, applying soft kisses and gentle bites along the way. When she finally reached my semi-erect penis, she didn't hesitate to take me into her mouth. Knowing what she had in mind, I didn't have any problem with letting her use her lips and mouth and tongue to not only finish getting me hard, but move me along toward a climax. In fact, it only took a few minutes before she had me erupting into her mouth as she eagerly swallowed every drop of my cum. When she'd drained me to the point that my penis finally began to shrink again, she happily used her lips to squeegee any bits of my semen that might have been left behind before letting me slip from between her lips. Clearly satisfied with her handiwork, her pleased smile prompted me to tell her "That felt great, Sis!" Her smiled broadened before she told me "Yeah, I didn't figure you'd mind that -", teasing me, as she moved to lie next to me again -" letting me pull her into another soft kiss along the way. When she was snuggled into my side, I put my arm around her again and softly caressed her side a few times before giving her a brief hug. The two of us were perfectly content to just lie there for a while, happy to be next to each other as we waited for what was yet to come. After a while, I started to really notice how Sis felt next to me -" the way her breasts felt pressing against my body, the feel of her skin against mine, and the way her soft pubic thatch faintly tickled me. And as I became more and more aware of her, I felt myself begin to respond. Still, I didn't want to rush her or start something I wasn't quite ready for; I contented myself with really experiencing having her next to me. That lasted several more minutes, until I was certain that the reaction I was having to her presence was more than just wishful thinking or some kind of false alarm. Certain that I wouldn't fail her, I was willing to see if she was ready to take the final step toward becoming a woman. Moving slowly and gently, I began caressing her again: first with just my fingertips as I held my hand still, then gradually and carefully expanding my efforts to include her entire side.
From that point, it was on to include her back, then her shoulders, and finally her cute little butt. It took her a while to realize what I was doing; when she did, she looked up at me with an expression of pleased anticipation as she asked "You – you're ready?" Kissing the tip of her nose, I smiled before I answered "Not just this second, no -" but I will be when it's time -" Happy with the answer she'd gotten, she told me "Just so you know, I, uh, I don't want to have any orgasms or anything, you know, before – The next time I climax, I want it to be because you're inside me -" I have to admit that that little gem of information threw me a bit; but I think I managed to cover it before I asked "What do you want me to do, then?" "Just make me excited, like you always do -" just not that much, is all." I couldn't help but grin at her as I replied "I can do that."
Grinning in return, she answered "I thought you could." We lay there looking at each other lovingly for several moments before she let me ease her over onto her back. As she looked up at me, I told her "I want to make this as good and nice for you as you want. Unless you really want to, you don't have to do anything for me -" except lay there and let me do my part to get you ready." The look of love she gave me was one I'll always treasure; she happily nodded her agreement, and I lowered my head to give her a soft, gentle kiss. That kiss was followed by a second that lasted a little longer. Then a third, longer still. When our lips separated after that one, I went on to kiss the corners of her mouth and the tip of her nose before getting serious about getting her as aroused as I could before accepting the precious gift she was offering me. Using just my fingertips, I began caressing her body as I gently kissed various random places on her face and neck and shoulders. There wasn't a lot of her that I couldn't reach, but I was careful to avoid her breasts and her mons; instead of 'just' her sexual parts, I wanted to get her entire body aroused. To do that, I figured my best bet was to start on the rest of her before I got to the fun bits -" kind of giving everything but her tits and vagina something of a 'head start', so that she'd be even more sensitive when I got to those parts of her. My touch was as light and slow as I could manage, and from the way her breathing gradually quickened and the aroused blush she slowly developed, I think I got it about as right as I could have: when I was finally ready to ratchet up my efforts, she was all but writhing under my touch. After easing my hand from just above one of her knees to the area between her breasts, I don't doubt that I both surprised and pleased her when I hung a hard right to begin spiraling my fingertips up toward her nipple -" the sound she made in response was a mixture of both. After circling her erect nipple a couple of times, I spiraled my way back down so that I could repeat the movement on its mate. Going back and forth several times resulted in her faint blush not only expanding to include her shoulders, but darkening slightly. With that much accomplished, I traced a slow and circuitous route back down her body until my hand was again on the inside of one of her thighs before making a delicate initial contact with the area between her thighs; her reaction was to moan softly and open herself to my touch even more -" and, incidentally, making it even easier for me to detect the heady aroma of her arousal. But she'd said that she wanted me to get her as aroused as possible without bringing her to climax; so my actions were soft, gentle, and fleeting: after a few soft passes along her cleft and over the hood of her clitoris, it was back to what I'd been doing before. Slowly and ever so gradually, I shifted my attentions from the rest of her body to include, then focus on, her breasts and pubis. As I'd said I would, I was careful not to do anything that would allow her to climax; but that isn't to say that I didn't do things that I knew she liked -" I simply didn't do them long enough or close enough together for her to find any release from what I was doing. In fact, quite the opposite was the case: once I started including my lips and tongue in my efforts, it wasn't long before she started making small noises of frustration. When I'd taken things as far as I dared -" that is, starting to worry that she'd call the whole thing off because she was so mad at me for teasing her that way -" I eased my body over hers as the two of us shared a deeply passionate kiss. Feeling the change in my position, and anticipating what I'd do next, Sis didn't hesitate to open her legs to make room for me. After our lips had parted, I deposited a number of soft kisses on her face, then throat, then shoulders before touching every bit of her skin with my lips as I worked my way toward her delightful breasts. Knowing that she was easily more aroused than I'd ever seen her, I didn't dawdle too long on those wonderful symbols of her gender: after covering them with soft touches of my lips, and briefly sucking on her nipples, it was time to continue my journey -As my head got close to her mons, Sis opened her legs even more; both to make room for me, and in welcome to the attentions she knew I'd soon be paying her. Since the time we'd masturbated together, Sis' pubic thatch had not only gotten a little larger, but thicker, too. Even so, it was still as incredibly soft and luxurious as the fur on Cat's belly; the feel of it against my face as I neared my goal was a treat. Finally, though, I was there: my head between my sisters silken thighs, my eyes locked on the easily visible cleft of her sex. My purpose there was twofold: first, to put the finishing touches on her arousal; second, to try and open her vaginal lips enough to see if I could get some idea of how difficult it might be to get past her hymen. It took only a moments examination to confirm what I already expected: that she was well and truly aroused. Her labia had gotten longer and thicker than I'd ever seen them, her extreme desire making them dark, and the area between glistening with the overflow of her essence. Above her opening, I could see that her clitoris was making an appearance from under its hood -" but this time, I was going to have to pass on giving it the kind of attention I wanted to. Instead, I moved my head so that I could extend my tongue and draw it upward between her vaginal lips and collect the nectar I'd seen. A few more passes of my tongue -" accompanied by pleased moans -" got the majority of Sis' oils cleaned off her inner lips; then it was time for me to have a look at what I was going to have to deal with. Cupping her ass in my hands, I was able to use my thumbs to carefully spread her open, so that I could see her maidenhead.Once I had her open enough to see her hymen, it was time for me to flick my tongue across her clitoris so that she would think the pauses between were me just teasing her, instead of what I was really doing. I hadn't expected her to raise her pelvis in response, but it really didn't interfere with my examination of her particulars; if anything, it let me know that I was getting her as excited as she wanted me to. A few more passes of my tongue across her clit, and I was able to get the look at her that I figured I needed. With that accomplished, I let myself get sidetracked a bit to re-sample her juices for a bit before moving on. The final thing left for me to do was something I'd decided needed doing: moving myself to rest on my knees and elbows over her, I looked down at Sis; after a couple of seconds of me not moving, she opened her eyes to look up at me. Looking deep into her eyes, I told her "Sis, I love you -" enough that I'm willing to NOT do this, even now. I know you're excited, and if you want to change your mind, I'll be more than happy to help you have an orgasm without doing anything more." "Oh, Danny! I know you love me, just like I love you! It's SO sweet of you to say that, even now, but you didn't have to. I really, truly do want to do this -" now, and with you. Please, Danny – make me a woman." "How do you want me to do it? I mean, I figure it would be easier if you were on top, so that everything was up to you, you know?" She nodded before answering "Yeah, I read that.
But what I want is for us to be like this -" with you over me, like you were protecting me. I know I can trust you." "Are you ready, then?" "Oh, God, yes! I've been ready, almost since you first touched me!" Lowering my hips, I got myself into position, then running the head of my semi-erect penis between her labia to lubricate it before gently pressing it against her opening. She looked up at me in surprise and asked "What – How – how are you going to make love to me if you're not hard?" "I thought it would be easier for you if we started out with me like that. I'm hard enough that I can get inside you, but still soft enough that getting through your cherry should be easier for you." Realizing what I was saying, she nodded briefly before telling me "Do it, then, Danny. I'm ready." Reaching down to hold myself steady and in position, I began to try and press myself into her -" gently at first, then gradually more and more so that she would have plenty of time and opportunity to let me know if she was experiencing any pain. Rather than indicating she wanted me to stop, though, she arched her pelvis to increase the pressure. I could feel the end of my dick starting to slip into the small opening of her maidenhead even as I could feel it stretching inward as it resisted my efforts. I was starting to wonder if the damn thing was made out of some space-age ultra-stretchable plastic when I suddenly felt it give way -" accompanied by a soft squeak from Sis. Of course, I immediately stopped and looked down at her to see if I'd hurt her, and what she wanted. After a moment, she said "That's good – just hold still a minute." Opening her eyes and looking up at me, she must have seen the concern on my face, because she told me "It's okay, Danny. It didn't really hurt, or anything; it was more like a sudden, sharp feeling inside, was all. When it happened, it surprised me more than anything else. I just want you to hold still for a little bit so I can get used to having you inside me." Looking at her closely, I couldn't see any signs that she was hurt or experiencing any kind of physical distress; nothing for me to do but take her at her word that everything was fine.
After a few moments, I could feel her start to arch herself up against me again, and took that as a sign that she was ready for me to go on. Taking myself in hand and easing my hips forward, I could feel as I slowly penetrated farther and farther into her hot, slick womanhood. I had a little more than the head of my penis in her before she asked me to stop again. I didn't hesitate to do as she asked, despite the incredible sensation of having even just that much of my manhood inside her. As I held myself steady, I realized that I was getting harder just at the thought of it. Sis obviously felt what was happening with me, and I saw her expression change from pleasure to delight in response. When she raised herself up at me again, I didn't delay in pressing myself into her some more; even as I was doing it, I was also getting bigger and harder.