Jeanette followed her cousin downstairs. She had to make an effort not to cross her arms over her chest. Her nipples were hard, knowing that they were going to ask Ethan to fuck them.
“Where is he?” she said.
“I don’t see him yet.”
Jeanette nudged Sheri and pointed. “Look, there he is,” she said, leaning closer and lowering her voice.
“Check out his pants. He’s already got a woody. Let’s ask him. That woody will fix that funny feeling inside you.”
Sheri started toward him. Jeanette followed a step behind, suddenly trembling with apprehension. Her heart fluttered. He was only a few years older than her, but he looked so grownup, like a man, not like the boys she knew. Ethan was tall, taller than her Dad, and he had muscles. His shoulders looked so strong. And those dark eyes made her knees weak when he looked at her. The thought of having sex with him excited her and frightened her at the same time.
She imagined him on top of her, crushing her into the seat of a car and spreading her legs wide, just as Sheri said Richie did to her.
Sheri walked right up to him. Sometimes she was astounded how bold her cousin could be.
“Hi, Ethan. Whatcha doing?” she said.
“Just watching the football game,” he said, and pointed to the television in the living room.
All the men and some of the women were in the living room, watching television. Jeanette knew nothing bout football. To her, it was just a bunch of sweaty men running around. Sports never made sense to her. What did guys like about it so much?
“Is it a good game?” Sheri said.
“It’s all right.”
“We wanna talk to you about something.”
“We want to know if you’ll show us what it’s like,” Jeanette said.
“Show you like what’s like?”
Sheri leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear.
Ethan’s eyebrows arched up. “Fucking?”
“Yeah. Wanna come up to my bedroom and show us how?” Sheri put her hand on the front of his pants and rubbed the lump and Jeanette’s mouth fell open. No wonder she got so lucky with the guys.
He looked down at Sheri’s hand, and his mouth widened in a smile. “Sure, I’ll show you,” he said.
They went back up to Sheri’s room. Jeanette’s heart was pounding in her chest, harder and harder with each step up the stairs. She wanted to back out. It was more than she could take. But not now, not when they were so close.
In the bedroom, Sheri dragged Ethan to her bed and made him sit.
“If you want me to show you how to fuck, you have to take your clothes off,” he said.
Jeanette stared at him, trembling. He was right, of course, she just never imagined she would ever get to the point where she would have to undress in front of a guy. She always imagined this would happen on her wedding night, with the man she loved, and it would be the most romantic, happiest moment of her life. She never thought she would do it in her cousin’s bedroom on Christmas in a house full of family and guests. She never thought she would undress in front of a guy who was practically family, and she never thought she would have such a burning desire to feel his body touching hers.
“Okay,” Sheri said, in such a playful, innocent way. She took off her sweater and jeans while Ethan watched. His eyes got wide when he saw her tiny, blue satin bra and panties.
“Like it?” Sheri said, and turned to show him the back.
“Yeah.”
They both looked at Jeanette. She felt like she was on a stage, expected to perform for them. She was nervous, but at the same time excited. She liked the way Ethan looked at Sheri. She wanted him to look at her like that, too.
She stepped away from the door and started to unbutton her blouse. Her hands shook. She took deep breaths to calm herself. She was worried what Ethan would think when he saw her naked. She did not have a figure like Sheri. Her body was skinny. Her breasts weren’t much more than bumps that fit in the palms of her hands. And her nipples stuck way out when they got hard. Sheri had such a soft, full body. Her breasts were much bigger and filled her tight bra.
She removed her blouse. The corners of Ethan’s mouth curled up in a smile. His eyes brightened. She unfastened her pants. Her pussy was moist. It felt good, but never as good as when Sheri did it for her with her lips. She was dying to find out how Ethan’s lips would make her feel.
She dropped the pants. Underneath she wore tiny, white panties and a thin, lacy white belt with straps that held up her white stockings.
“Wow. That’s so cool. Come here, let me feel it,” Ethan said. He put his hand on her leg and moved it up the inside of her thigh, over the straps that held the stockings up.
Jeanette sucked in her breath. Instinctively her legs spread. His touch was gentle and warm. His fingers grazed near her mound. She closed her eyes. It was better than when Sheri touched her there, much better.
“Let’s see your’s now,” Sheri said.
She pulled Ethan to his feet and she and Jeanette sat on the bed, giggling. They stared at the bulge in the front of his jeans. He unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. Jeanette watched his hands like he was a magician performing a trick. His hands reached into his pants. Jeanette held her breath. He pulled it out.
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened to take it all in. Ethan’s woody hung almost to his knees, and it was as thick as a telephone pole. The head at the end was fat and shiny and thick, angry blue veins stuck out all along its length. Sheri’s mouth hung open, too.
“Well, what do you think?” Ethan said.
Jeanette leaned close to Sheri and lowered her voice to a whisper.
“That’s more than eight inches,” she said.
“I know.”
“What are we gonna do?”
Sheri shook her head. “I don’t know. But I think I wanna suck it.”
She put her hand around the end and raised it so it pointed at her face. She licked her lips, stuck her tongue way out, and licked the tip. Ethan groaned.
