Chapter 16: Busted

I walked out the door from Bob's place and into the glade. Allison was waiting for me.

"I thought you might come here," she said, holding her arms out to me. "I hoped you would." She was wearing what was fast becoming my favorite outfit. The long satiny robe with just a very small butterfly g-string underneath. The way the fabric peak-a-booed her body as she moved... What can I say, she just radiated sexy.

Without hesitation she moved into my arms and began kissing me passionately; our tongues dueling in a hot, wet, open-mouthed free for all. I just couldn't get enough of her. My arm slipped beneath the robe and around her waist, pulling her to me. Her hard little nipples raked the skin of my chest. My naked chest? When had that happened? <<Damn she's good!>> As she pressed herself hard against me, she began grinding her barely covered pussy against the bulge that had suddenly materialized in my jeans. God that felt good. My hands slid down her back to grab and squeeze her magnificent ass. I could feel the muscles strain as she began to grind herself even harder against me. Her breathing became ragged and labored

"Oh, Jimmy, I want you so bad. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. I want to know what it is to be full and feel you come inside me. But we can't do that here. Because we haven't done it yet and it just wouldn't work."

"I know; it's frustrating. When I have you here, like this, all to myself with no worries, no interruptions, when we are free to just be with each other, I don't want to stop either. But I'm still worried that I'm rushing you."

"Rushing me? Oh, Jimmy! I feel like I've had to drag you kicking and screaming all the way. I told you how long I've wanted you here. I told you what I wanted to do to you, with you, here. Jimmy, you are in no way rushing me. If anyone is rushing, it's me. Am I trying to go too fast? Is that the problem?"

"Whoa, I didn't say it was a problem. Don't even worry about that. That's what hormones are for! They do a marvelous job of overriding the logical centers of my brain. When I'm alone with you like this, I want to do all those things with you too, and more. I just want to make you happy, delirious with joy. One thing I've already discovered is that there is nothing like holding someone you love while they come hard. I don't know about you, but I get such a rush watching you when it happens, the sound of your breathing, those whining sounds you make, the feel of your body trembling and shaking, and knowing that it's me that caused it. It's like the most insane rush. I would almost rather do that than come myself. Almost."

"Yeah, I'll bet almost." She suddenly broke away from me. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I just can't take this." And with that she turned and went through the door. I just stood there wondering what I had done or said, and what I could do to help.

Suddenly the scene shifted and I was in my room, looking up at the ceiling. I immediately knew what had awakened me as I heard the sound of the door being closed very gently. Then Allison was standing before me in one of her long t-shirts. She grabbed the bottom and tore it over her head. She was wearing simple white panties; I definitely liked the ones in the dream better. Not that it mattered as she skinned them down her legs and lifted the covers on my bed. All this happened very quickly. As it unfolded, my physical reality was rapidly catching up with the dream; I was getting really hard, really fast. I only wear my underwear to sleep in normally; I keep a pair of running shorts handy in case I need to go to the bathroom or anywhere.

When she lifted the covers I automatically moved over to make room for her. With no more hesitation than she showed in the dream she moved into my arms and drove her tongue hotly into my mouth. I was overwhelmed and eager, but I had to push her back for just a moment.

"Allison? Allison, I love you, but I have to ask. Are you sure? Is this what you really want?"

She slid her hand down my stomach and gripped my erection through the thin material of my boxers and whispered in my ear, "This is what I want. I've wanted it for a long time and I'm tired of waiting. Is that okay with you? I want you bad, Jimmy, and that's no lie, but you have to want it too."

I grabbed the back of her head and drove my tongue into her mouth this time. My hand came up and began fondling and squeezing her right breast, tugging at her swollen and distended nipple. She moaned into my mouth and began running her hand over the front of me. I knew I couldn't take much of that. I rolled us so that she was lying on her back and I was partly over her.

The new position put me out of range of her hand, and I dropped my mouth to her chest, my lips taking over the task of worshipping her perfect little breasts. This had the added benefit of distracting her and allowing the wave of passion that had been building dangerously inside of me to recede a little; a break I desperately needed.

As I began to suck hard at her nipple, my hand slid down her hard stomach. I stopped for a moment to play in the downy softness of her sparse bush, then continued down to slide my whole hand over her mound. She gasped into my ear and pulled my head hard to her. Her body began to vibrate as I stroked up across her delicate flesh and then split my fingers on the way back down, just the way she had shown me. I stroked quickly up and down a couple times. Moisture was already leaking from her opening. When I stroked my finger up along her slit it was like opening a floodgate. Suddenly my hand was drenched in her oily lubricant. She gasped again at even this slight penetration. I spread the hot wetness around to cover the whole area. Continuing to move down and around and then up and through the hot furrow of her flesh.

When everything was slick with her fluid I sent two fingers in search of her clit. (Yes, I had learned the name for it.) I had no trouble at all finding it. It was swollen and very hard. As soon as I touched it her body shook and she let out three short, fast breaths. I stroked it a few times up and down and then started doing the little figure eights that she liked. Every few figures I would slide further down to gather more moisture from her now thoroughly soaked vagina. I noticed her opening was starting to relax and each time my fingers moved a little further into her. I decided to explore a little and slid one finger deeper into her. Her whole body clenched suddenly and I was afraid I had done something wrong. But then, she grabbed my wrist in a vise like grip and started moving my finger in and out, gasping and moaning softly with each penetration.

"Two," she rasped, "use two."

What can I say; I used two. I quickly discovered that the best way to do this was to use my two middle fingers and slide my pinky and index fingers along the outside of her lips. She was losing it fast. I had been doing my best to keep up a balance of some kind between her two breasts and they were both wet and slippery with a combination of perspiration and saliva.

I glanced up and noticed that her eyes where shut and she was biting her lip. I'd seen that enough already to know that it meant she was getting really close. If she screamed we were screwed! Mom and Dad would be in here so fast... As her body began to stiffen and arch up I felt the muscles in her vagina start to clench on my fingers and I knew it was too late. Moving quickly I grabbed a pillow with my free hand and stuffed it down as hard as I could over her face. Without hesitation, her hand came up and she took control of the pressure. It was barely in time. Her body heaved and her pussy clenched so hard I thought my fingers were going to break. In spite of the lubrication I suddenly couldn't move them. She heaved and shook and, even through the pillow, I heard her familiar whine. It went on and on and then suddenly she just dropped; her body flattened out, her muscles relaxed and she went limp.

I was freaked! I thought I had somehow suffocated her or worse. I tore my fingers out of her and jerked the pillow free. This was apparently enough of a shock to wake her back up. Her eyes opened and she took a second to focus on me.

Then she smiled and purred up at me, "Oh god, that was good!" in a husky voice.

I was still a little panicked. "Are you all right? I thought I hurt you! You collapsed and I thought maybe I'd suffocated you or something."

"Hurt me? Oh, Jimmy, hurt me some more! Do it again! I'm sorry if I scared you, I must have actually passed out for a second. I've heard rumors that it can happen but I never believed them. God that was intense! You can hurt me like that again any time you want."

"As long as you're okay." I sighed.

"Okay? I am so much more than okay. That was simply the bestest, most wonderful experience of my life."

"Better than Shannon?"

"Oh, yes. Even better..." she stopped and cocked her head at me. "How did you know?"

"Hello. Spent the night Saturday? Okay, I didn't really know until just now, but I suspected that keeping everyone up giggling all night was the least of your concerns. And considering the gross lack of hesitation from either of you during our little play time on Sunday, well let's just say it seemed like you were on familiar territory."

"It was a long night. You want to know the best part?"

"What's that?"

"I got to be you."

"Huh? What do you mean you got to be me?"

She cuddled up close and whispered in my ear. "I was telling her how nice it was to spend the night with you. She jumped to conclusions and assumed that we'd done it. But I told her that you were just being sweet and that we had only curled up in each other's arms and slept like babies. She said she couldn't believe it, that if it had been her she wouldn't have been able to keep her hands off of you. I told her that if it had been her you probably wouldn't have been able to either. Then I just started pretending to be you. I kissed her hard and then whispered to her how hot she made me, 'Oh Shannon, I've wanted to be here with you for so long.' Then I kissed my way down her neck, 'your breasts are so perfect' and I started sucking and squeezing them. About then she got into the play, 'Oh yes, Jimmy, kiss my tits, suck on them, Jimmy, oh, oh, love me, Jimmy.' Anyway, it got really hot and then I just did her the way I showed you, because that's the way you would do it. All the while kissing her and sucking her tits; god she tasted good. I thought she was going to shake us both off the bed when she came. She had to use the pillow too. Then later, when she was being you, so did I. But you're better. Mostly because you do it exactly the way I would so it's what my body is sort of 'trained' to respond to."

"Sounds like you had a great time. I'm surprised you got any sleep."

"God did we ever! After all that we cuddled up close, passed out in each other's arms, and slept like forever. Karen had to come in and wake us up so we wouldn't miss breakfast, and they had already been waiting for over an hour. Good thing we pulled the covers up. So anyway, I'm fine. Really, really fine, thank you very much. But I'll bet you're not."

She was right. When she dropped so dramatically like that I had 'dropped' with her. I went from raging hard-on to over cooked pasta faster than I had thought was possible.

Allison rolled a little out from under me and when she had enough leverage she pushed me onto my back. Then she sat up and drew back the covers. She slid down, grabbed the waistband of my boxers and began drawing them down. That was all it took and I was on the road to recovery. This seemed to fascinate her; she stopped and took my growing erection into her hand.

"It is so cool the way it does that," she said as I continued to swell. She stroked me up and down a couple times. Then she added her other hand. I found out much later that guys are really different this way. Some guys are always big, but not hard. Some guys get thicker but not longer. I'm the kind that starts out small and shriveled and gets longer, thicker, and harder up to the point I'm hard as a rock and lightheaded from the sudden lack of blood available to the rest of my body. Just out of the shower I look like a 10 year old with pubic hair. But the difference is very noticeable if I become even a little bit excited. Right now, I was as excited as I had been in the shower the other day. And it showed.

"Oh, I want to do so much with this! But I promised Shannon that I would save something for her. So, you have to decide. Do you want to just ram this up inside me as far as it will go, take my virginity now, and make me the happiest girl on the planet? Or," and she looked me in the eye, "we can have our first blow-job together."

I could feel my jaw drop and my eyes get big. Could this really be my baby sister? Was I still dreaming?

"You mean you want to?"

"Oh yeah. I told you, Jimmy; I've known for a long time what I wanted to do with you. And this is just part of it. Shannon too. We've been looking things up on the Internet, and we've got a pretty good idea of what to expect. You'd still be our first actual experience; we both wanted that. But we know we can't both have you first. So we decided that whoever got to go first would choose what they wanted and the other would get to do the other thing. Either way, we're both excited about it. And we're hoping that you can be our first time the other way too. That's one reason we haven't let things go so far between us. We want it to be you first, and then each other, always."

My brain was fried. I just could not comprehend what I was hearing. They both wanted to this to me, with me, for me? And they wanted me to be the first one to... for each of them? I didn't have a clue. And that was what made my decision. I mean, either one would be beyond awesome, but if I let Allison perform oral sex on me, somehow I just couldn't think the words 'blowjob' and 'Allison' in the same sentence, then what would be in it for her? If this was going to be a first time then I wanted it to be just as special for both of us. And I had no idea what to do or how to go about going down on a girl. For that matter, where could I even find out? What had she said about the Internet? I knew there was a lot of pornography out there on the web. But it never occurred to me that there might actually be instructional material available.

All this shot through my brain between heartbeats so Allison had no idea what was going on. And that was a good thing. I took her by the arms and pulled her back up to me, looked her in the eyes and kissed her gently.