Chapter 2: More Oportunities

Mandi woke up the next morning giddy and full of joy. She ran through the bathroom to my room, and jumped on my bed, putting her arms around me, kissing me on the lips. She then looked up and smiled.

“Morning, lover! How’s my new lover this morning? Mikey, I want to be your girl! Really bad!! We can’t do it sooner than Memorial Day weekend? That’s like two weeks away, Mikey! It’s like forever! C’mon, Mikey! I want you to do it to me. I want to do it with you,” she pleaded, smiling and showering me with little girl kisses.

I hugged her, kissed her back several times, and held her. I looked into her eyes and gently told her, “Mandi, honey. I know you want to do it with me. I know you want me to do it to you. And believe me, I really do want to do it. But we need to take it slow, baby. We need to let our love blossom a bit and grow so that we don’t make a mistake and have sex with each other and regret it.”

“Mikey, I’m not going to regret it. I know you won’t either! I know we won’t Mikey. Chloe didn’t regret it when her brother did it with her, and that was like during spring break over Easter. Look how long that’s been already, and they do it almost every single night! Valerie did it with her daddy, Mikey! He did it with her on Valentine’s night. Then her brother did it with her right after her daddy finished. They both made her their Valentine that night. And she does it with both of them still. They rotate nights. She gets to do it with her daddy and her brother, and they haven’t regretted it. Mikey!! Let’s do it! Come on! Please!” Mandi was now bouncing gentle on my lap, deliberately trying to make me hard, and she was succeeding.

I told her a bit more firmly, “Honey, I promise you. I’m going to do it with you. Memorial Day weekend. We can do it the entire weekend, Sweetie. But we need to go a little slower so it be more special. And in case you change your mind and decide to wait a little longer. If you do, that’s ok. I’ll do it with you whenever you decide you are ready. I promise.”

She made a pouty face, and got off my abdomen, feining anger. “I don’t see what difference two weeks makes, though. I mean, I’m ready to do it with you, you want to do it with me, so why do we need to wait to do it? How is that little bit of time going to make me regret doing it with you, Mikey? Help me understand this. I starting to think you don’t really want to do it with me.”

“Honey, it’s not that. You have always trusted me implicitly right? And I have always taken care of you, right? And have always looked after you, protecting you from getting hurt, right? Well, sweetie, that’s what I’m doing now. I want it to be the best moment of your 14 years on this planet. I want it to be so memorable for you, and for me, that years from now, you will look back and fondly remember that Memorial Day night when you were 14 years old, and you and me had our first sexual intercourse together, the first night we made love to each other, the first night that you let your brother’s cock go inside your gorgeous little 8th grade pussy, honey. You only get that special memory once, and I want it to be so wonderful for you,” I told her, with affection and care.

She looked at me, and said, “So, you really do want to do it with me? You truly and really want it to be that special for me? You do want me to be your girl, Mikey? I want to be your girl and I want that first time we do it to be really special because you are my brother and I love you so much.” Mandi smiled, and came over the bed and kissed me on the lips.

She then said, “You promise. It will be special? And between now and then we are going to make it special every single time we are together?”

I smiled at her lovingly, and told her, “Yes, Mandi. It will be special. Trust me. I will take care of that. And we will have lots of special time together between now and then. You will love it. I promise. But you aren’t doing this just because Chloe and Val have already sex with their brothers, are you? I mean, Charles and Victor, neither one of them has ever said anything about doing anything with their little sisters. And we are in the same locker room every day, on the same team, and we hang out a lot. But then again, we don’t get into each other’s business. But you’re sure about this?”

“Mikey, I am positive. And it’s not because of Chloe or Val. Although they did give me the encouragement to do what we did last night. I was a bit timid about it when we all talked in the dressing room the other after practice about a bunch of stuff. But yes, I want to do it with you because I want to, not because they did it with their brothers, or Val also with her dad,” she stated firmly.

I said, “Ok, honey. As long as it’s what you want to do. Now hurry up and get ready for class. I’ll buy breakfast this morning. Sausage muffins, or bagels and lox?”

“Sausage muffins today. I’ll be out in a bit so you can get ready. I love you, Mikey!” she said excitedly.

“I love you too, honey! Very much! Enough to make you my girl!” I told her.

She hollered to me that she was done, so I went in to get ready. I wasn’t quite ready to put her in a position for us to see each other naked fully in the bathroom each morning, or each evening. I didn’t want to move too fast and possibly create second thoughts in her little mind about what we were planning to do soon. I was determined to take it slow with her, and help foster her own sexual desires to go further as she was ready.

The last thing I wanted to happen was to hurt my little sister emotionally, or create a situation where she no longer felt she could trust me, or that I would be her safe refuge. I had been that way with her ever since she was born, and I didn’t want a quick, impulsive choice regarding sex to ruin that devotion, bond, and trust we had developed. Yes, she was absolutely fucking gorgeous, and at 14 years old, had a body that wouldn’t quit, but she was still my little sister.

Yes, I was dying to fuck my way younger sibling, and feel her tight, virgin cunt surrounding my hard, thick cock, and giving her that first load of spunk, hitting her cervix, splashing against the soft, smooth, pink walls of her pussy, and flowing out of it, her fuck tunnel not deep enough at 14 years old to take such a full load completely without spillage. But I wanted it to be on her terms, completely, with all of it having been well thought out and the burning desire unquenchable when the moment finally approached.

I had a plan to prepare her for that special night, with several opportunities built in for her to call it off at any point, or to continue the journey. Strictly her decision each step of the way. But there would be no screwing until the appointed date we had established, Memorial Day Friday, and it could go on all weekend into late Monday afternoon even, if that’s what Mandi decided she wanted.

By the end of that weekend, there would be absolutely no doubt that she would then belong totally to me, and would be completely mine, for the long and foreseeable future. Hopefully, if my plan worked like I wanted it to, she would be mine forever. Eventually my wife, and eventually the mother of our children. But that was all down the road. The thought of all of it though did make my dick extremely hard. Imagining that my little sister would eventually become my wife, and she would eventually let me put a baby into her, maybe that part even before she graduated high school, was so fucking hot.

As I finished getting ready to take Mandi to breakfast, and then to school, I heard Mom call my name. I went into her room to see what she wanted.

As I mentioned previously, mom was the epitome of a soccer MILF. She was only 34, having me while she was in high school. Our dad had left us when I was around 13 or so, and Mandi was only nine. He left Mom for a 19-year old coed at the local college, and we haven’t seen him, or heard from him since. So it’s been just us three since then.

On my 14th birthday, Mom threw a little party for me. She invited some friends over, I invited over my buddies, and we had pizzas, cookies, and all sorts of goodies. Mom had worn a pair of shorts that were very short, and very snug. I mentioned that she had a gorgeous set of tits, and she was proud to let them be on display, so her blouse top was very low cut and a bit sheer. Well, for a bunch of 14-year old boys hanging around anyway.

She was wearing a sexy pair of high heels, and had her toes polished a lovely shade of soft pink. She did her nails every week, getting a French manicure most of the time. She would mention that she was going to the nail salon for a mani/pedi/wax whenever she was going.

I had no idea what a mani/pedi/wax entailed fully, but I knew it had something to do with her nails, and toes, as she always came home with them freshly polished. She would always ask me, “Do you like Mommy’s fresh nails and new pedicure, Sweetie? Is it pretty?”

I would tell her, “Mommy, it’s so gorgeous. It makes you look so pretty! I’ve got the prettiest Mommy of all my friends!” And it was true. And I did have a thing for hails and toes even at that age, and I think Mom knew it early on. After dad left us, she began to really indulge my appreciation of that kind of thing.

So, anyway, after everyone left, and she had put Mandi to bed in her room, she came into the living room, and had me sit down next to her. We had always been affectionate. I guess that’s where the closeness that Mandi and I shared stemmed from. Mom had encouraged it, and led by example.

She leaned over, and I realized she was going to kiss me. This wasn’t a big deal as moms kiss their young sons all the time. But this time, it was completely different. As she put her lips to mine, she let them linger a bit longer than usual, and then I felt her tongue probing my lips, and her mouth opening slightly. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just followed her lead. Next thing, my tongue it swirling with Mom’s, in and out of each other’s mouth. I felt my cock growing hard as we continued to make out like this.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, and smiled, and said, “Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Mommy loves you very, very much!” She then casually ran her hand across my lap, and encountered my boner.

Smiling, she said, “Hmmmm, that’s a very good boy! Does that happen often, Sweetheart? Do you want Mommy to take care of it for you with her pretty nails?”

I was in shock. I was hard. My mom had gotten me hard. And now she was wanting to jerk me off. I had just made out with her, and honestly, found it just the smallest bit hot. Again, I had a soccer MILF for a mom. She was the envy of every set of eyes every weekend at all of my tournaments, and I was beginning to figure out that she dressed the way she did on purpose, for the benefit of all the guys at the games, but also maybe for my benefit as well.

I told her, “Mom, I don’t think moms are supposed to kiss their sons like that, or offer to take care of their son’s boners for them.”

She said, “Baby, Mommy wants to take care of you. There’s no need for you to do that yourself. Let Mommy do it for you. Tell you what, consider it part of your birthday present, Sweetie. And if you don’t want me to do it again for you, that’s perfectly ok. But Mommy really wants to make your 14th birthday special, honey. It can be our little secret, or you can tell your friends. Either way.”

I moved closer to my mom, and told her, “Well, ok. But just this once, for my birthday. And you are so gorgeous, Mom.” I took off my shorts and leaned back in the sofa. Mom took her hand and lightly began stroking my dick with her French nails, running them up and down my shaft. My dick was harder than it had ever been. And this felt so much differently than when I jerked off myself at night. It was completely different, in a totally awesome and wonderful way.

She continued to stroke my cock, and began to fondle my ball sack. This drove me crazy. I had never done that in my jerk off sessions, and god did it feel amazing. Her long nails gently stroking my dick, her other hand using her nails to softly caress my ball sack, holding it gently, and continually stroking it.

“Ummm, does my baby like that? Is Mommy making her little baby feel good? Go ahead, honey. Cum for Mommy. Cum so hard. Enjoy it, honey. It’s ok to love your Mommy playing with your cock. Your cock is so pretty. Mommy loves it!” she softly whispered to me as she kept stroking me.

“Mommy!! Oh god!! Mommmmmmyyyyyy!!! Unnnggghhh! Unngghhh! Ungghhhh!! Unghhhh!”

I shot so many ropes of cum into the air, most of it landing on my chest, or all over Mom’s manicured nails, and dripping down her hand, or even onto the sofa. God, this was the best orgasm I had ever experienced since I had first discovered the pleasures of jerking off as a teenage boy.

When I finished, she grabbed a soft rag nearby, and wiped my cock clean, then cleaned my chest, and wiped all the cum from her hand. She smiled and then gave me a wet, sloppy kiss.

“Good job, honey! Mommy is so proud of you! You came so good for Mommy! Happy Birthday, Sweetie! I love you!” she said as she stood up to go upstairs to her room.

“I love you very much, Mommy! Thank you! That was a great birthday present. The best present of the whole day. See you in the morning.” I got up and went to bed myself, wondering exactly where this type of thing might be headed. More on that pathway a bit later in future chapters.

As I came into Mom’s room, she said, “Come here, Sweetie.” She was still partially covered by her satin sheets, but I knew she was fully naked underneath it. “I am so proud of you, honey. You truly do adore your little sister. She said you were taking her to get her nails done today after school. Honey, that is adorable. She really loves you, you do know that right, honey? You are her world, and to do these little things of adoration and love for her, means more to her than you will ever know. I know you really adore and love her too. Please, don’t ever let anything get in the way of that for either of you, honey. Come here, a little closer.”

I scooted closer to her, and she leaned forward, the sheet falling away from her shoulder, now fully exposing her beautiful mom tits. She knew this would have the desired effect upon me, and did it on purpose. She leaned down, and pulled my shorts aside, and looked up at me, smiling.

“Mommy wants to thank you for always looking out for Mandi, and for always treating her so special. So Mommy is going to make you feel special. Don’t worry, it won’t take long, baby. Just let it shoot out as soon as it needs to. I don’t want to make Mandi late for class. So Mommy is going to suck fast, and you fuck Mommy’s mouth fast. Shoot it down Mommy’s throat.”