Chapter 3

So passed another long night. I’d like to pretend that my desire was solely about giving Martine pleasure. While that was part of it, my main motivation was simply that I’d never touched a girl’s pussy before. The idea of doing it with my own sister wasn’t a turn-off; it actually made the idea more exciting. There was a voice in the back of my head saying these feelings were wrong, but it was shouted down by a louder voice saying how great it would feel.

Martine kept shooting me looks and smiling, so I knew she was thinking about this too. After dinner, our parents watched the news in the living room. It was Martine’s turn to do the dishes, and I found a dirty glass in the living room. Walking up behind her, I tried to reach around her to drop it in the soapy water. She turned slightly, and one of her boobs brushed against my forearm. Our parents were in the other room, and even if they’d had a perfect view, they probably wouldn’t have noticed anything. The way she smiled at me told me that that was no innocent accident. Suddenly, I had the urge to grab her big, round ass with one hand and grope her boobs with the other. Then I would lean in and ... And what? Did I want to kiss her? Was what I was feeling something more than just overactive teenage hormones? If I did feel this way, would it scare Martine away from our games?

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing the look of consternation on my face. I forced my expression back to one that was completely normal.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wanted to ask if she’d made a decision about what we discussed, but even as a teenager, I knew better than to pressure a girl about anything sexual. The more I pushed, the more likely she was to say no. Wanting to get away, I added, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

Of course, I ended up jerking off in the shower. Fantasies of Martine joining me while our parents were downstairs kept going through my mind. Afterward, I played games on my computer to distract myself and eventually went downstairs to watch TV. Martine kept glancing at me, and whenever our eyes met, she’d smile a ‘we have a secret’ smile. Did that mean she was going to agree?

Falling asleep took forever, and all night I slept fitfully. I kept having sex dreams, but I couldn’t really remember them when I woke up. Eventually, I did fall asleep, and it was so late that I ended up oversleeping the next morning. When I woke up, my parents had already left for work. I went downstairs, and Martine was sitting at the table in just a t-shirt and her panties. Our parents didn’t let her dress like that when they were home, so this was a surprise, but I tried to play it cool.

“Finally awake,” she said, smiling. “Mom and Dad left two hours ago.” I could see her nipples through her shirt, and I wondered if she was aware of that.

“You’ve been up the entire time?”

She nodded.

I noticed how her t-shirt hugged her curves and how the V-neck showed off her cleavage.

“Then why aren’t you dressed yet?”

Martine blushed and looked at the table.

“Well ... I decided to take you up on your offer.” She smiled at me like she did last night. “So why put on a lot?”

“Oh...” It was my turn to blush.

“Since Mom and Dad are gone, how about we use my room?”

“When did you want to do it?”

“How about after breakfast?”

Before I could catch myself, I said, “Oh, I’m not really hungry.”

Martine’s room was a typical teenage girl’s room. I’d been in it before many times, but this felt like the first time. Martine held up her T-shirt.

“Would you like me to take this off too or just my panties?” The question threw me for a loop. What was she asking?

“I’d like to see you naked ... is that alright?”

Instead of answering, Martine smiled and pulled her shirt off her head and tossed it on the floor and then slid her panties off.

Martine didn’t look like the women in the magazines. She was overweight, like I mentioned, and she’d never shaved her pussy, but she was actually here. In addition, her flaws made her more real; she wasn’t some airbrushed work of art.