Chapter 1

I knew my dipshit little brother Stevie had been getting a kick out of watching me with my boyfriends for a long time. I was aware he was just a goofy kid and that he didn’t really understand what we were doing. He was just being a pest.

But puberty hit him right after he turned 14. I knew it happened by the way he started looking at me and my friends (my female friends). He had always liked getting our attention. But at 14 his goofiness went away. He was still a pest. But when he hung around it was like, he was studying our bodies. None of us really minded. Stevie was cute and sweet. But to me, he was still an annoying little brother.

Then I started being a little more open about showing affection to girls. I only kissed a few of my female friends out in the open. But damn, did Stevie notice. Whenever I had a girlfriend over that he thought I might kiss, he was always lurking around a corner trying to catch us in the act. It was actually kind of fun. But still a nuisance too.

When I started going to bed with girls, I vowed not to do it in my own house, partly out of respect for my parents. But even more than that, because I didn’t want Stevie catching me doing that. Watching me kiss girls was one thing. That actually felt kind of hot. But he didn’t need to see any more than that. Then came Kelly.

Kelly was unlike any other girl I had ever met. She was kinda tough looking, She was really, really cute. But at the same time she was tomboyish, which was so hot. We hadn’t done more than kiss a few times when I brought her home. I was sure everyone was gone for the day, Stevie included. Nope.

I brought Kelly to my room thinking we had the house to ourselves all day. Even then I wasn’t planning to do more than kiss and fondle with her. But I found Kelly had this spell over me. We ended up lying on my bed just talking. Then she started talking about more intimate things.

“So, what do you like?” Kelly said.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“We’ve been kissing. I know you like that, a lot. Me too. A lot. But what else do you like, Nicole? How do you like to be touched? Where do you like to be touched?”

No one had ever asked me anything like that before. It gave me a shiver. I took a deep breath, then let out a big sigh.

“Um ... I’m not sure. I mean, you know. The usual places.”

“Yeah that’s cool. And I’ll be touching you in those places. You can count on it. But where else? You run your hands over your own body, don’t you? What feels best when you do that?”

“Wow, Kelly,” I said, which elicited a very sweet smile from her. “Um ... it’ll sound weird, but ... my ears?”

“Your ears? Just like, running your fingers over them?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

But when she pushed my hair behind my ear and grazed it with the tips of her fingers, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

“Like that, Nicole?” she asked.

“Ohhh, yeah ... yeah,” I whispered.

I didn’t realize until then how much more experienced Kelly seemed than me. She slid her hand behind one side of my neck and started kissing my ear on the other side. I just melted. She kissed all around that side of my face with lots of contact with my ear. Then she switched sides. I don’t know how long she did that for. But next thing I knew she was pulling my shirt over my head, then concentrating on kissing and nibbling my neck.

One of Kelly’s hands started caressing my breasts. She squeezed one nipple, then the other, then back. She did it with just the right amount of pressure for that stage of what we were doing. And I didn’t even tell her. I didn’t know it yet, but it wouldn’t be long before I would be begging her to bite them hard. The next thing to take me by surprise was when she slid the same hand down my stomach and between my legs.

She put gentle pressure on my crotch, squeezing me there. At the same time she moved her face down and started kissing and licking my breasts.

“Ohhhhhh, Kelly ... ffffffuuck... , “ I said softly as she unzipped my shorts. “Oh, say my name. I love to hear you say my name.”

“Nicole,” she whispered. “Nicole, I’m so into you. You’re so beautiful, Nicole. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

She moved down, then slid the shorts over my legs and feet. After that she kissed her way back up my body and went back to kissing my face and neck ... and ears. She also slid her hand back to my crotch where I experienced another first. Kelly started rubbing my pussy, very softly through my panties. I had done that to myself, but no one else had. And once again, Kelly’s touch was the most perfect thing. I imagined how dark and wet my gray string bikini panties were in the crotch.

Kelly pulled her face away from mine and just started into my eyes without blinking as she started putting direct pressure on my clit, still through my wet panties. I tried moving my face towards hers to kiss her but she pulled back when I did. She was teasing me. I wanted so badly to kiss her as my orgasm came closer and closer. And Kelly knew that. When my hips finally started to move up and down and I began cumming, I grabbed her head and pulled her hard to my face and I didn’t let my lips off hers until my head-to-toe shivers had finally settled down.

Kelly pulled off her shirt to reveal a back sports bra, which went with the black yoga pants she had on. She looked so hot. Without pausing, she grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them off of me. She kissed my face some more before moving down my body again. Neck, boobs, belly, pelvic bones, then home plate. She looked up and into my eyes as she started softly kissing my pussy lips.

When Kelly’s tongue first slid along my pussy, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest. But it wasn’t just the feeling of her mouth on me. At the same moment I heard a distinct thud from my closet.

“What the fuck!” I said loudly as my head turned to look.”What the fuck was that?”

“I think someone’s in there,” Kelly said nonchalantly.

I looked at her in shock, then back at the closet door.

“What the fuck!” I yelled. Is someone in there?”

My mind raced through the possibilities. My parents came home? But what did they do, sneak into my closet? A real intruder? It couldn’t be, but if it was I was counting on Kelly to kick some ass. Then ... no way. How could he be here? My door was open. I would have seen him come in. But Stevie was supposed to be gone all day.

I looked, wide-eyed between the closet door and Kelly, still perched between my thighs. And not looking the least bit concerned, by the way. The door opened a crack, then a little more, then...