Fourteen-year-old Anya Taylor looked down at her slender body despairingly. Puberty had finally come to the teenager, but she still had no tits, and there was barely even the sign of them coming in. Tiny, boyish-looking nipples. A flat belly with no resemblance to a womanly curve yet, and a pussy covered with a bit of peach fuzz and not much more. ‘If only it were black like Mum’s,’ Anya thought despairingly. She sighed. Her friend Jamie had breasts like high, firm apples on her chest., and Jamie’s nipples were like pencil erasers on those delicious mounds. Anya adored her best friend, but hated her, too. The bitch had everything Anya wanted, including her older brother’s affections.

Leo, Anya’s brother, was a high school senior and a star on the school’s track team. He’d won several national titles in the 400m and 800m, and had many girls, including Jamie, swarming over him. Jamie was the only one of Anya’s friends who Leo paid any attention to, and Anya knew it was because of Jamie’s enormous tits.

Anya sighed again as she lay back on her bed. She lifted her heels until they were under her small, tight ass. Anya competed in track, too, although without the success of her older brother. She was better than average, just not to her brother’s standard. Anya wanted to try gymnastics, but being taller than average for a woman, that wasn’t possible. Thinking about her brother, Anya let her fingers wander over her stiff nipples, absently pulling and twisting them in the hope they’d take the hint and grow. Tingles swept through Anya’s body to her corn kernel-sized clitoris as she tugged on her nipples. It made her pussy warm and wet, and her juices flowed even as Anya’s hands wandered lower.

That was another unfair thing! No shape at all, but an overactive sex drive and a virgin pussy that ached to be touched and demanded constant attention. It was worse! After she and Jamie had masturbated each other after school one day, Anya’s own fingers never quite satisfied her any more. Jamie was coming over this afternoon, and during their nightly WhatsApp conversations, the girls had agreed to further experimentation. Jamie promised to lick Anya’s pussy so long as Anya did the same to hers.

Anya fingered her virgin pussy, touching her pristine clit with her index finger while spinning another finger around her unblemished entrance. It felt good, but not good enough to get there. She pictured her brother. Leo was in their garage, which their father had converted into a home gym. He was using the free weights wearing nothing but runners and shorts, and his long, leanly muscled body glistened with sweat. Sweat ran between his pecs, emphasising their perfection.

Leo’s shorts front had its typical bulge, and he smiled at his little sister as she knelt before him. Smiled and then moaned when Anya pulled his shorts down and did ... something. Anya wasn’t sure what, but Leo would love it, and it’d make them both cum.

The image was enough, and with a stifled squeal, Anya climaxed, her youthful body trembling as her orgasm rattled through her. Anya opened her eyes and smiled. One was never enough, and she imagined later this afternoon when Jamie got here. Of course, Jamie would make goo-goo eyes at Leo and try to flirt, and Leo, the asshole he was, would smile winningly as he stared at Jamie’s enormous chest, all the while ignoring his little sister, who was the same age.

But then Anya would drag Jamie away, and they’d go to Anya’s room and lock the door. Then, using Jamie’s freer internet access, the girls would find some yummy boy porn they could watch and learn what to do with boys. Jamie, the bitch, would constantly compare the guys to Leo, and Anya, despite agreeing, would have to pretend the comparison disgusted her.

Anya recalled her last visit with Jamie. They were having a sleepover, and Anya was even hornier than usual, as she often was just before her period. They were sitting cross-legged side-by-side wearing just their singlets and panties, watching a porno featuring a fake Jenna Ortega, who was their favourite celebrity crush. Anya had leant over to see better, and her elbow rubbed across her friend’s nipple. Jamie bit her bottom lip and moaned, making Anya’s eyes widen. She ‘accidentally’ did it again and got the same result. Anya tentatively put her hand on Jamie’s thigh, and when she didn’t move or object, slid it towards Jamie’s pussy.

Jamie started panting and leant back to give Anya better access, and emboldened by that, Anya slipped her hand inside Jamie’s panties and fingered her clit. Jamie moaned as she stared at Anya’s hand sliding under her panties, but she didn’t object, so Anya shifted to gain better access. Anya got on her hands and knees to Jamie’s side, facing her breasts. Then she pulled Jamie’s panties aside and eased her fingers onto her friend’s pussy. Anya straddled Jamie’s clit with her two fingers as she liked to do with her own, and then she stroked them along Jamie’s wet slit and touched her entrance.

It only took a dozen strokes before Jamie’s head fell back and she moaned, her wetness coating Anya’s fingers. Jamie shuddered for several minutes before she opened her eyes and smiled at her friend. Then Jamie encouraged Anya to lie on her back between her legs. Jamie rucked Anya’s singlet up, exposing Anya’s stiff little nipples, and then slid her fingers inside Anya’s boy-cut panties and onto her wet slit. Jamie fingered Anya the same way Anya did her with a similar result. It took less than a dozen strokes before Anya moaned and creamed on Jamie’s fingers.

The friends said nothing about this encounter and moved back to sitting cross-legged, watching Jamie’s phone. Only this time they watched YouTube shorts featuring people dancing to their favourite songs. The young girls discussed everything except what they’d done until it was time to sleep. Nor did they discuss it the following morning over breakfast and before Anya’s mum picked her up.

Jamie whispered, “I hope we can do that again when I come over next week.”

“Me, too,” Anya replied, relieved her friendship hadn’t been damaged by what they’d done.

Remembering how her pussy felt as Jamie fingered it and recalling how Jamie’s clit felt on her fingers crashed Anya into another orgasm, but she was still horny. She looked at her phone and saw she needed to shower and dress before Jamie got there. Almost hoping to get caught by Leo, Anya walked naked to the bathroom. She showered, being careful not to wet her long blonde hair, dried herself off, and then strutted back to her room, still totally naked. To no avail! Anya could hear the clank-clank of Leo picking up and putting down weights, but he didn’t come out of the garage.

Disappointed, Anya dressed in super-tight stretch denim booty shorts that left her lower ass cheeks exposed and a thin white cotton singlet. The singlet left no doubt she was braless, but then she had nothing to fill one out with, anyway.

Anya heard Jamie’s mother’s car pulling into their driveway, so she walked to the door and opened it. She waved to Mrs Curtis as she backed out and then hugged and kissed her friend.

“Where’s Leo?” Jamie asked, looking around.

Anya rolled her eyes. “In the weights room trying to get buff, as usual.”

Jamie’s eyes glowed, and she smiled. “I guess I should say hello.”

Anya rolled her eyes again. I mean, could the bitch be any more obvious? She just wanted to shake her massive titties in Leo’s face and make him drool, which the bastard would do!

They walked across the lounge to the internal door to the garage. Jamie looked at Anya with wide, gleeful eyes and mimed shushing her. She opened the door, trying not to make Leo aware that they were there. Leo lay on his back on the weight bench doing bench presses. His feet were closest to the garage door, and the girls could see up Leo’s shorts and see his balls outlined through his shorts’ built-in underwear. Because they were standing, Leo’s significant bulge showed on the front of his shorts.

Leo finished his reps and placed the bar back on the stand. He’d just got it on when Jamie called, “Hey, Leo. Looking good there, handsome!”