It's Icky -- by Polly+Anna (1113 words) First time Cunnilingus (1/27/20)
Tuesday - January 7, 2020
"Eww," said Lizzie, "its icky, how could you."
"I could and I would," I said smiling at my twin sister. "Really, right now. I'd love to."
Now my little sister, at almost nineteen she is two inches shorter than me, and I are really close. Well not quite so close that I would be referring to performing an act of oral sex upon her. I was trying my hardest to be totally enthusiastic without seeming creepy to her bestie and our also eighteen-year-old running buddy Savita.
As I turned my head and looked very briefly into the deep brown pools that were the eyes of Pastor Renquist's middle daughter, desperately looking for a reaction, I could honestly say that right now I was in love... Or lust... Maybe just horny enough... That I would have licked the sweat off of her exotic brown skin. Fortunately, although I was a stereotypical brainiac and quite awkward socially, I was astute enough not to actually make such a statement out loud.
"We could take a shower," I said, trying to be helpful. At least I was trying to be helpful.
"Nobody is at home," Lizzie added, "'the parental units' are in 'Vegas."
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know why Lizzie was helping me, but I was grateful. It was true. Mom and dad were out of town working at the CES, Consumer Electronics Tradeshow, in Las Vegas Nevada. Our older siblings were in college and our little sister would be at a friend's house until after dinner.
"You know, you could borrow something of mine to wear," Lizzy said.
"I guess that's okay," Savita said, "if you don't mind."
I hoped that my erection didn't show. Or maybe that it did show... I mean just enough to show Savita that my mind instantly went to the concept that when she put on a pair of Lizzie's pants, she wouldn't be wearing any panties. Or could I even dare to hope, wearing a... A dress?
As we showered in separate bathrooms, I thought to myself that my insane new year's resolution: to get laid before my birthday on March first, and to not be a nineteen-year-old virgin might not have been all that insane after all. I washed myself carefully, it was hard to avoid giving it a couple of tugs, but I managed. I wanted to have all of those feelings while my face was buried in Savita's place.
I was a conflicted, romantic idiot, just standing there naked in the shower, staring at my towel after I had turned off the water. Fantasizing about the taste of Savita's pussy juices. Thinking that it was perfect, that we could make love and it would just be pure pleasure for both of us, no risk involved. I wasn't even sure that I would have to tell Father Laird at confession on Sunday, although I could tease him by asking questions about exactly what constituted sex.
I had already driven our priest half-way around the bend with my persistent questions. Like where in the Bible does it actually say one has to be married to have sex? And just who married Adam and Eve? Why was our age too young today? But back in our grandparent's day it was the norm. Grandma had dad when she was my age. Did people change? And where in the Bible does it say that? I mean, I built a robot in Mr. Staddlemeyer's class that--
My daydream was interrupted by Lizzie telling me that they were both done. Wonderful, I had just successfully taken longer in the bathroom than a teenaged girl - actually two of them. What a dubious accomplishment to add to my resume.
Both of them were sitting on Lizzie's bed wearing cute little lightweight dresses, Lizzie's was black, and Savita's was appropriately yellow like the sun from wince her name was derived.
"Isaac, come show us how to get the 'Net Nanny' off of this thing," Lizzie said, handing me Savita's Chromebook.
"Sure thing," I said, wondering when I was going to wake up and be disappointed that this whole day was all just a wet-dream.
