Sisters Gotta Share

It was not quite the doghouse, but Cindy had apparently decided to play a game with me. Tit for tat, as it were. The next Thursday, Cindy was suddenly "overwhelmed" by schoolwork and could not attend our regular dinner. As the youngest of three sisters, Cindy could be something of a brat sometimes.

Sandy, Sara, and I had dinner and watched some TV for a while before the discussion turned inevitably to Sandy's new boyfriend, Doug. It seemed that not all was going well.

I made like I was not all that interested, but the idea of Sandy, a born-again, 21 year-old virgin who had barely ever even kissed a guy, trying to navigate her way through dating a hormone-driven young man of her own age gave me a kind of sadistic amusement.

Sara and Sandy did most of the talking, and I just sat there and listened. It seemed that Doug was ready for the relationship to start delving into physical areas that Sandy was just not quite ready for. She had always been very protective of her body, and where Cindy was the type of girl who would just come sit on your lap or snuggle up to you, Sandy definitely had her barriers.

Sara eventually stood up. "We talked about this last week, Sandy, and you know my opinion. I am going to bed."

Sandy nodded, disappointed. The pressure her boyfriend was putting on her was obviously causing her quite a bit of anxiety. She got to her feet and began putting on her coat.

"You don't have to go if you aren't done talking," Sara said. She was pouring herself a glass of water. "It might do you some good to get a male perspective on this."

Sandy paused and considered this for a moment. I was actually looking forward to getting some shut-eye – Desiree had let me know that I needed to be in the office early the next morning to have another frustrating "meeting." But Sandy shrugged and took her coat off again.

I kissed Sara goodnight, and then settled back down on the couch. Sandy sat down on the floor about ten feet away from me.

I figured if I was going to stay up, we might as well talk about something I could get interested in.

"So what HAVE you done?" I asked.

"You mean, like...to each other...physically?" she stammered.

"Sexually, yes," I nodded. Even the most clinical terms seemed taboo to her.

"Well,...I mean...I don't..." she struggled for words. There seemed no limit to her prudish ways.

I decided I would need to get direct and walk her through this one step at a time.

"Have you kissed?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"With tongue?" I asked.

She hesitated. Her pretty face was getting pink. I could not help but smile at her ridiculous bashfulness. "Yes," she answered.

"Is he the first guy you have ever kissed like that?" I asked.

"Like that, yes," she replied.

"That's hard to believe," I said.

"Why?" she said hurtfully, as if I had called her a whore.

"Because most people would think that a girl as beautiful as you would not have waited as long as you have," I explained.

Her shade of pink got a bit deeper, and she tried to hide a smile.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

Her cheeks got even pinker. "Yes."

"Has he felt your breasts?" I asked.

She was slow to answer, which gave me all the answer I needed. "Yes," she finally confirmed, "but not under the shirt."

"Has he felt you down there?" I asked, nodding between her legs.

She turned the deepest shade of pink and shook her head. Her thick pouty lips stretched into a naughty smile, as if even talking about such things were a new, exciting experience for her.

"No?" I asked, trying to sound surprised even though I was not in the slightest. "That's too bad. What stuff does he want you to do?"

She was very slow to answer.

"It's me," I said softly. "You can tell me."

"He wants me to give him a blow job," she said, and then buried her face in her hands, unable to believe that she just uttered such words. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing at her.

"And that's not something you want to do, I take it?" I asked.

"Well," she said. "I do, but...I just...what if I...I don't..."

"You've just never done it before," I finished for her.

"Right," she nodded.

"And you're nervous about what will happen if you do it wrong," I said.

"Well, yeah," she replied.

"Understandable," I said. "You really like this guy. It's your first time. It's a huge step in the relationship, not to mention your sexual growth. It's a lot of pressure."

"Right," she said. She sounded relieved that someone understood her feelings.

"What did Sara tell you?" I asked, curious.

"She said I should just get it over with and do it. She said that if I really needed to, to practice on a beer bottle or something," she said, rolling her beautiful green eyes in frustration.

"You don't drink beer," I observed.

"Well, no..." she said.

"And how will you know if you are doing it right on the bottle?" I asked.

"Exactly," she said.

"The bottle can't exactly give you any feedback on what is good and what you need to work on," I said.

"Right," she said.

"So this is something you really want to do for this guy?" I asked. My dick was stirring in my pants.

"Yeah," she replied.

"And you want it to be something special when you do it, right? Something to make him feel great?" I asked.

She nodded, getting red again.

"You know, you have to practice at something like that," I said. Sandy looked at me quizzically. "I was the first for a few girls in high school, and they had no idea what they were doing. Even Sara had done it for a few guys before we started dating, and I still had to give her some pointers about how to make it feel better."

Sandy looked downright discouraged. The thought of not being prepared, not being able to please Doug to the fullest on her very first try was agonizing to her.

Then, as if I had sent the thought into her head, I saw the answer I had been dancing around light up her face a little bit, followed immediately by the deepest shade of red setting into her cheeks.

"What is it?" I asked coyly.

"So you, like, taught her?" Sandy asked.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I said, pretending to be oblivious. "I can tell you this much: when we started out, I had had better, but now, she is the best I have ever had by far."

Sandy nodded, and her eyes darted back and forth. Her lips pressed tightly together.

I moved down to the floor next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and frightened. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the neck. I put my lips next her ear and whispered, "Would you like me to teach you?"

She nodded nervously.

I stood up in front of her and unzipped my pants. As I pulled out my hardening cock, she stared at it with a look of wonder that was almost comical.

"You ready to begin?" I asked, smiling warmly.

She broke her gaze on my cock just long enough to look me in the eyes and nod silently.

"Have you ever handled one of these before?" I asked, stroking myself.

Sandy shook her head.

"Well, here," I said. "Play with it a little, just to get familiar with it."

Hesitantly, Sandy put her hand on the shaft of my cock and slid her fingers around its growing girth. Her eyes never lost the look of outright awe.

"The most sensitive area is the head," I told her. "If you want to stroke it, wrap your fingers around the cock like you have it now, and lightly slide your hand up and down, making sure that your palm and fingers slide over the head."

She began to do so. Her soft hands felt awesome on my cock, and it was now fully erect and pointing at her face.

"Now," I said softly, "Go ahead and lift the cock up so it is against my stomach. Good. Now, you see my balls hanging there? Take your tongue and start licking them."

She hesitated, but then leaned in and began stroking my testicles with her tongue. It felt awesome, but I could tell there was something wrong. She was still stiff and rigid.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She withdrew and looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just nervous."

"We'll need to get you over that," I said impatiently.

I stooped down and picked her up to her feet. I looked down into her beautiful face, so afraid and excited at the same time. I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her mouth was cold and nervous at first, but after a few seconds, she began to engage, and our tongues began to roll around each other.

My hands made their way to the front of her jeans, and I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them. I knelt before her, pulling her jeans down to her ankles.

"Wait," she said softly, a panic rising in her voice. "What if Sara comes out?"

"Sara's asleep," I comforted her. "Don't worry about anything, sweetheart. Just try to relax and enjoy."

I ran my hands up her smooth legs and traced the panty line down between her thighs. She was getting wet, and I was going to ensure she got a hell of a lot wetter.

Sandy's panties were lavender and cotton. They were not the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but the gift inside the wrapping was what held my attention. I pulled down her panties, exposing her well-trimmed pussy right at eye-level.

I put my hand on the inside of her thigh and caressed her leg up and down. I looked up at her face and saw that she was still nervous.

"Relax, sweetheart," I said softly, twirling my finger around in her pubic hair. "I am going to take good care of you."

I leaned forward and spread her pussy lips open in the same motion. My tongue darted out and found her moistening clit. She inhaled deeply and held her breath as I launched my tongue around her labia in wide circles.

I continued to caress her legs as I ate her pussy, and Sandy began to sway as if she were ready to faint. I looked up at her face and noticed that her eyes were fluttering.

I stopped flicking my tongue long enough to ask, "Are you okay?"

I had barely gotten the words out when her hands grabbed me by the back of my head and shoved my face back into her snatch.

"Don't stop!" she whispered breathlessly. Apparently, she was more than okay.

I did as she bade me, and I continued stroking my tongue across her pussy. I worked my hands up between her legs and began pressing one finger into her tight hole.

She let out a broken sigh as a shudder vibrated her entire body. Her hymen was not intact, but she was a dancer, so it was possible that this was the first time she had actually had penetration.

"When you masturbate, do you stick your fingers inside?" I asked.

She shook her head, "I just rub it."

"I bet this feels real good, then, doesn't it?" I asked, going back to licking her clit while my finger slowly fucked her virgin cunt.

"Oh, God, yes," she said shakily, another shudder working its way down her body.

I began to lick faster now, and I inserted a second finger. Her pussy was really tight, and I wanted so much to fuck her.

Her breathing began to get broken, heavy, and quick. I began to pump my fingers into her a little bit faster, and my tongue strokes became longer, and I pressed harder against her clit.

Her shudders came more often, and they were getting harder, because her knees began to buckle on a few of them. I used my left hand to reach around and hold her ass to keep her steady. That was apparently all she needed.

"God!" she squeaked, running her fingers through my hair. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!"

As her orgasm subsided, she began to swoon, and I sat her down on the couch. She smiled at me.

"Thank you," she said dreamily.

"You are quite welcome," I said. I climbed up her body and kissed her deeply. She seemed to be repulsed by her own taste at first, but then she grew accustomed to it and was working her tongue in and out of my mouth.

"You ready to continue your lesson?" I asked when I finally withdrew.

"Definitely," she said. I could tell that my tactic to loosen her up had worked splendidly.

I stood up and she got on her knees in front of me. Without me even asking, she took a hold of my cock and slid the head into her mouth.

"That's good," I said softly. "Now use your tongue around the head. Be careful of the teeth. Remember, it is delicate equipment down there."

She popped my cock out and giggled. Her instincts were good though, because she began stroking my cock with her hand as soon as it came out of her mouth.

"Should I try your...balls again?" she asked.

"One of the great things about blow jobs is that every girl has her own style," I answered. "If you want to lick some sack, by all means, go for it."

She put my cock up next to my stomach and began to rub her tongue all over my balls.

"Suck one into your mouth," I said. "Gently," I added, remembering that she was an excited novice.

She did so.

"Now, work your tongue around it inside your mouth. Think of it like an ice cube that you are sucking on," I instructed. She obeyed, filling me with a shudder of my own.

"Okay, let's go back to the cock," I said. "Put the tip of your tongue at the base and trace it all the way up to the top of the head. Oh yeah, Sandy. Good job.

"Now see how much of it you can take in your mouth," I challenged.

"You want me to get this whole thing in there?" she asked incredulously.

"That's right," I said. "Relax the muscles in your throat, because you are going to feel it start to gag you, and just slide it in slowly."

She slowly worked her way down half my cock. I could feel the head touching the back of her throat. She pulled it out and looked up at me for approval, once again her hand taking over when her mouth took a break.

"That was a good first try," I said. "Now try it again."

She went down again, slowly, inching me in inch by inch. Her nose was soon nuzzled in my pubic hair. She almost had the whole thing in. Suddenly, I felt her throat close up on it, and she pulled away quickly, gagging.

"You okay?" I asked as her coughs came to a stop. She looked up at me through watering eyes and giggled again.

"Almost got it all down," she said like a little girl who had aced her spelling test.

"That was much better," I agreed. "Now, take it back in your mouth and suck on it like a lollipop. Remember to watch those teeth."

She opened wide and took the cock in again. I felt the suction in her mouth pulling on the foreskin. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and began to think how nice it would be if Cindy were to join us.

"Very good, Sandy," I praised. "Now bob your head up and down. Fuck my cock with your face."

She obeyed, slowly at first. She would take me about three quarters of the way in and then back out until I could barely see the ridge of the head coming from her full lips.

"Don't forget about the balls, now," I said. "Use your hand to gently massage my scrotum."

Her right hand reached up and cupped my balls, and her bobbing began to get faster. She began to grunt with each thrust of her head, and I could tell she was getting excited.

"You can use your other hand on your pussy, if you want," I said.

She put her fingers down between her legs and began rubbing on her clit while she sucked me off. Her thrusts came even quicker now, and she was beginning to take even more of my cock in.

I looked down at her and said, "Look up into my eyes while your do that."

She flashed her bright green eyes up at me, and it was an awesome picture. She had a beautiful face that seemed made for getting fucked. I felt myself getting close.

"You want to swallow, or do you want it on your face?" I asked.

She pulled off and took over with her hand that had been on my balls. She was close to coming again herself, but she had a quizzical look on her face.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'm going to come soon," I explained. "Do you want it on your face or do you want to swallow it?"

She smiled mischievously and looked at my throbbing dick in her hand, drenched in her saliva.

"On my face this time, and next time I will try to swallow," she said.

The thought that there would be a next time pushed me into the threshold of orgasm.

"Okay, baby," I said, holding myself steady as she stroked me. "Get ready. Put your face just below the head."

She did so just as I began to shoot my load, and a batch of hot jizz covered her pretty face. As I finished emptying onto her, she brought herself to orgasm, and opened her mouth to let the last bit of semen in.

I pulled a tissue from a box beside the recliner and sat down next to her as she wiped the mess off her face. I took her in my arms, and we lay down on the living room floor and kissed deeply and softly for a while.

"So, how did I do?" she asked as I ran my fingers through her dark hair.

"You did great, baby. An A-plus," I answered. "A couple more lessons, and you should be ready."

"Just a couple?" Sandy asked, feigning hurt disappointment.

"You can have as many as you want," I replied. "Maybe next time we will branch out a little bit."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Teacher has his secrets," I replied, and she giggled. I was thinking of how tight her pussy had been around my finger. I definitely wanted to get my dick inside that.

At last, we got up and put our jeans back on. I kissed her good night, and she left for home.

I crawled into bed that night and gently kissed Sara on the cheek as she lay sleeping. Though I was relaxed from the blowjob Sandy had given me, the fact that I was yet to hook up with Cindy still ate at my mind. I knew she still wanted it; she would not be playing the stupid mind-games otherwise. I was intent on remedying the situation next week.

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