My little sister Chloe said, "Andy's always trying to fuck me."
"Well, yeah!" I answered. "He's 18. Guys his age are walking hard-ons, looking for holes to stick their dicks in."
Chloe looked mournful. "Is that all there is, Kristin?"
"From what you've told me, he's better than most boys. He asks instead of making you fight him off."
It was Friday night and we were having one of our regular sister-to-sister chats. I'm 25 and she's 18, but we're super-close. She was telling me about her date with Andy last Saturday. They'd been together all the way through Conner High School and were doing everything except fucking. I didn't understand what was holding Chloe back. I'd lost my virginity in my mid-teens and never regretted it. Actually, I hadn't "lost" it. I'd given it to a sweet shy boy that I liked a lot.
"Andy ate me out and made me come," Chloe said. "He wanted to fuck me. I mean, he always does, but he was way more insistent than usual. I jacked him off instead of giving him a blow job."
I wished she wouldn't tell me details like that. It made me so fuckin' horny I could hardly stand it. It was rough without a man. I'd broken up with Roger after coming home and finding him in our bed with another guy. I could compete with another woman, but I wasn't built to fuck his ass.
And Andy was dreamyโsix feet of muscles, with short dark brown hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a half-shy panty-dampening smile. He was on the high school swim team and every womanโand a lot of the menโin the bleachers admired the way he filled his Speedos. Any one of them would fuck Andy in a heartbeat. And right now, so would I.
"Why don't you just fuck him?" I asked. "You love each other, don't you?"
"It feels like love." Chloe sighed. "But, I don't know how to tell that from lust."
"You just have to go for it. Jump in. Lust will eventually fade, while love will last."
"I know," Chloe said. "But, it's just so scary. Becoming a woman . . ."
"He won't wait forever. If you won't fuck him, some other woman will."
"I'll think about it," she said. "It's a big decision."
"We have to make decisions. That's how we grow."
Chloe smiled. "Andy talked about growing, too. While he was trying to push his dick into my pussy." She stood up and looked around the apartment's living room. She'd helped me get ready to move and everything was boxed up. "Looks like we're done here."
"Yeah. Thanks for all the help." I was paying Andy $200 to help me move out of the apartment I'd shared with Roger, who was already living with his new boyfriend.
"Of course. That's what sisters are for," Chloe said. "I just wish I could be here to help you and Andy tomorrow." She was spending the weekend in Otherton, taking care of Aunt Alice, who was recovering from surgery. Chloe hugged me, then picked up her purse and started for the door.
I stopped her. "Don't spend too much time thinking. You could lose a great guy that way."
"It's just . . ." She shook her head. "Maybe if he didn't push so much . . ."
"That's hard for a 18-year-old boy." I thought about Andy in his tight Speedos. I was SO fucking horny and I'd already packed the vibrator away.
"Look. If you're not ready to fuck Andy, I'd like to borrow him." I couldn't believe I'd just said that. Chloe knew me too well to believe I was joking.
She looked pissed, but then thoughtful. Maybe it was the difference in our ages, but we'd never been jealous of each other. And we didn't mind sharing . . .
"Would you? That would take the pressure off me."
* * *
Saturday morning was surreal. I'd set the alarm on my phone to wake me up at 6:00 AM, but I was up long before that. It had taken me forever to fall asleep. I couldn't stop fantasizing about Andy.
Our families had known each other forever. I'd been six when they brought newborn Andy home from the hospital. Years later, I'd babysat him and his younger sister. He'd been a cute kid. Now, he was a sexy stud. I couldn't believe Chloe had given me permission to fuck him.
It was scary. My head told me to keep my hands off Andy, but I couldn't resist the burning lust in my body. I'd masturbated for hours before finally collapsing into exhausted sleep.
I woke up before dawn and decided it was useless to try sleeping any longer. I got up and stumbled naked into the bathroom.
When I'd finished with the toilet, I washed my hands and face, then studied my reflection in the mirror.
I was tall and slim, with a hardened runner's body. My tits were small and firm, with penny-colored areolas the size of quarters and tiny pink nipples. My B-cup breasts didn't need a bra and I usually didn't bother with one.
After breaking up with Roger, I'd bought a two-bedroom, one bathroom house in the old part of town, quit my old job, and set myself up as a freelance web designer. And I'd gotten my hair cut. It had been shoulder-length and brown. Now, it was a blond buzz cut. A week later, I still didn't quite recognize the hot muscle-punk chick in the mirror, but I sure wanted to be her.
I got dressed in heavy boots, tight super-short cutoffs, and a clinging white tank top that showed my nipples, then took off. I was at the rental place when they opened at 6:30 AM.
It was 7:00 AM when I parked the rented stake bed truck in front of Andy's house. I blew the horn and he came running out of the house, dressed in work boots, tight gym shorts, and a Conner Cougers tee-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. My panties were already damp when he climbed into the cab.
He stared at my body for several seconds before looking me in the eye. "Wow! You sure look different."
I smiled at the big bulge in his shorts. "I needed to make some changes."
"Well, you've sure done that." He seemed painfully aware of his hard-on. "New job. New house. New look."
"You like it?" I wondered if he could smell my overheated pussy.
"Oh yeah. Very much. But, it's startling."
"Change is startling." We went to the Jack in the Box near the apartment and I bought him breakfast. We made small talk about school and sports. In the fall, he and Chloe would both be going to Texas Methodist University in Austin. I didn't give any details about my breakup with Roger and he didn't ask.
The Texas summer heat was already digging in when we reached the apartment. It got a lot hotter as the day went on. We made three trips, one hauling boxes and the other two carrying furniture and electronics. I was constantly aware of Andy's big male body and powerful muscles as we wrangled heavy boxes and big pieces of furniture. He was looking at me, too.