We nearly got caught. Mom came up to wake Bethany and me for breakfast. When she knocked on the door I woke up fast and told her we were coming right down so she wouldn’t open the door.
Bethany and I scrambled for our nightshirts and left the door open to air out my bedroom while we giggled our way down the stairs. It wasn’t until I sat on the cold wooden chair that I realized I’d forgotten to put on my panties.
Mom had set out a breakfast of fruit, cottage cheese, and bagels. I took a sip of orange juice while Bethany and I grinned at each other over our shared secret.
“So I heard you guys giggling and yelling half the night,” Mom said as she sat down. “It’s a good thing your brother stayed over at Mark’s house.”
I nearly spit out my orange juice, but managed a drip-less chuckle. “I was teasing her about *Collen*.”
“And I was teasing her about *Mark*,” Bethany said. Her color deepened from pink to red as added some cut fruit to her plate.
“Isn’t Mark a little old for you?” Mom asked with a mock serious expression.
“I guess I’ll take Mason if I have too,” I teased back with an exasperated sigh. Bethany shot me an odd look, but I just bit a pear slice and ignored her.
“So what are y’all going to do today?” Mom asked.
“Dunno. Hang out. I gotta do some laundry, but that won’t take too long,” I said forcing myself to keep a straight face.
“Maybe we can go swimming,” Bethany said, then looked at me. “Can I borrow a suit?”
“I grew out of that green one from last year, but it should still fit you.” My boobs stuck out on the sides and Dad made me get one that covered better. Bethany was only a bit shorter than me so we shared clothes all the time and since her boobs were smaller it should still fit her.
“Well, I’ll be in and out all day,” Mom said. “I need to weed the front flower bed and swap the pansies for dahlias before it gets too hot.” Mom loved working in the yard and we usually won the best yard in the neighborhood most months.
We made it about halfway through the meal before Mark and Joe came in laughing.
“Y’all got enough to share?” Joe asked as they came into kitchen.
“Sure,” Mom said, then turned to me. “Would you get them plates and orange juice?”
“Sure,” I said, still ignoring Mark.
Joe went over to his usual spot and chatted with Mom and Bethany. I heard Bethany ask about swimming as I went to the cabinet with our dishes. Mark stood nearby and I could feel his eyes on me even though I couldn’t see him behind me.
I rose up on my toes to reach the smaller plates and juice glasses we used for breakfast. The edge of my shirt tickled high enough that I knew Mark could see I wasn’t wearing panties. When I turned around to place them on the island, Mark looked like he’d been struck by lightning.
“Hey, is Mason gonna be around today? Bethany and I wanted to go swimming and I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to hang around with us kids.”
I turned to he fridge before he answered to get the orange juice. I poured juice into each glass and returned the bottle to the fridge.
“Uh… yeah. He should be,” Mark said at last.
“Did you get a chance to talk to him?” I asked as I stepped closer to hand Mark a glass and plate. Looking into his eyes for the first time since he left me at the front door the day before, I saw a wash of jealousy, lust, and regret. “I hoped he might be willing to help me out with a *personal problem*.”
“Come on, Squirt,” Mark whined like I was the one being mean.
“He’s my age, after all.” I delivered the line with a growl and turned to take a glass of juice and plate to Joe. “Here ya go, big bro.”
“Thanks,” he said and began to load up the plate.
I sat and resumed eating like I wasn’t feeling a hole in my stomach. Bethany looked between Mark and me with a worried frown when he joined us at the kitchen table, sitting between me and Joe.
Seeing Mark again had me agitated and confused. I had to admit that remembering his rough skin and knowing touch had me slicked up. Of course, Bethany’s softer kisses had me going as well. Bethany was on my left looking daggers at Mark. On my right, Mark was oblivious to Bethany because he couldn’t stop glancing at me.
I focused on my plate while Mom chatted with Joe. The fact I was sitting at the kitchen table wearing nothing but a long t-shirt was making me horny. I didn’t know if Bethany had forgotten her underwear or not, but wondering added to the heat I felt. And Mark hadn’t shaved yet. I knew what those rough cheeks felt like against my skin and I wanted to feel them again in the worst way.
When Bethany and I had finished, we glanced at each other with our bestie connection and both got up to put our dishes in the dishwasher. Mom and Joe were still blabbing about the yard work, so we went upstairs without saying anything to anyone.
Bethany shut the door to my room with a smirk on her face. She lifted the edge of her long t-shirt to flash me the tangle of hair. I grinned and did the same back to her. She launched herself at me and we fell back into bed with a laugh.
“Breakfast was okay, but I want dessert,” Bethany said just before she kissed me and slipped her hand up my shirt. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed back with an equal appetite. She rubbed her palm over my ‘giner a few times and then plunged a finger between my lower lips to rub fast and hard.
I twitched and spasmed as she kissed me, unable to do more than gasp at the sudden stimulation. Through lidded eyes I saw her watching me with a look of controlled passion. I was shivering as my body reacted to the rapid strokes. She had me at the edge in moments and I rolled my head back as the sensation rolled over me.
“Oh God,”
I strained against her hand, arching my back and spreading myself wide for her. What we had done the night before had been tender and wonderful. This time she was rough and demanding, licking up my neck while her frantic strokes pushed me over the edge. I loved it!
While the last spasms still shook me I pushed her over on her back and crawled between her legs like a boy would. I put my hand over her slit and used my body to press it hard against her. Slipping one finger inside her, I balanced with the other hand so I could thrust against her. My finger went into her wet heat and my body crushed my palm into her clitty.
“Oh,” she gasped as her arms went around my back. “Oh yes!”
I lowered to kiss her while I kept pushing my finger in with my hips. I smashed her lips, forcing her mouth open with my tongue. She responded by attacking my mouth with her own. Our teeth clicked and pinched my lips hard enough to draw blood, but I was too insane for her to care.
She thrust against me, grinding against my palm while I finger fucked her into a sopping mess. The bed began to rock from our motion which added to the feeling of fucking her senseless. She began to hold her breath. Her head tilted back giving me access to her neck and ears. I took full advantage, sucking at her salty skin until she clawed those pink fingernails down my back.
“Now,” she strained. “I’m cumming.”
Her inner muscles sucked at my finger, so I pressed deep inside and ground my hips against her. My own slick heat rubbed against my knuckles and I wished I was close enough to cum with her. When she collapsed into the bed, I fell on top of her, my finger still embedded in her flesh and my lips still seeking hers.
We recovered with matching grins. I had a hard time imagining whatever guys did beating what we’d just done. After a few slower kisses, I rolled off on my back to lick my fingers clean.
“Wow,” Bethany murmured. Her body was splayed open on the bed.
“I’m glad we hadn’t washed the sheets yet,” I giggled. I felt energized, like I’d been zapped with a million volts of electricity. I wanted more, but was satisfied enough for now.
“Sitting down there with no underwear made me feel sexy,” Bethany said. “And you flashed Mark again!”
“I can’t help it if I’m too short to reach the plates,” I said.
“I thought he was gonna have a heart attack!”
“Good,” I muttered.
“So you still wanna go swimming?” she asked.
“Hell yes,” I said and tugged Bethany off the bed by the arm. “Let’s strip the sheets and get them in the wash before Mom comes up here and smells them.”
We worked together to strip the bed and gather my other dirty clothes from the week. We returned downstairs, still only wearing our night shirts, to find Mark sitting alone at the kitchen table. He glanced at us goofing around while we loaded up the washer with the smelly sheets.
“We’re gonna put on our swimsuits and be back in a sec,” Bethany announced as we skipped back up the stairs.
My old green one-piece was in the bottom of the drawer, but as I suspected it fit Bethany well enough. It showed a little side-boob, but since hers were smaller it wasn’t as obscene as it was on me. I pulled out my new red one and pulled out the thin padding from the top. It was supposed to help hide my nipples, but I wasn’t in the mood to hide anything.
“Good idea,” Bethany said and reached in to remove hers as well. The suit was tight enough across her chest that her nipples were clearly visible. And since it was almost too small the crotch outlined her there as well. I noticed she had some hairs sticking out.
“Let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll trim your bikini line a little.”
I noticed how at ease I was with her body now. She stripped and sat open legged on the toilet so the hair would fall in the bowl. I got my scissors out and pulled the hairs out to trim them down.
“That feels nice,” Bethany said as she leaned back against the tank. She lifted one foot and put it on the edge of the tub to give me more room to work.
“Looks nice, too,” I teased as I continued to trim the excess hair. The scent of her arousal was almost overpowering after all night and this morning. It no longer grossed me out at all. In fact, I was enjoying the intimacy much more than I imagined I would.
I got Joe’s shaving cream and my razor and giggled while I gave her ‘giner a Santa Claus beard. After a few careful passes I had her trimmed neat and tidy.
“Okay, hop in the shower and rinse, then we’ll see if that works better.”
She rinsed off quickly and dried with my towel before putting my old swimsuit back on. I tugged the crotch around to make sure nothing poked out. Bethany pulled me into a deep kiss when I finished.
“That made me so hot,” Bethany whispered. I just grinned back at her.
We each got a beach towel and headed downstairs. Mark was still sitting at the kitchen table with a stunned look on his face.
“Ready to go swim?” I asked.
He took a deep breath and said, “Can we talk for a minute?”
The washer buzzed, so Bethany said, “I’ll go put the sheets in the dryer.”
When we were alone, Mark got up and came to me. I kept a defiant look on my face despite how my heart was racing.
“I went upstairs a little while ago to tell you that Joe went with your Mom to the garden center.”
“So?”
“I heard you and Bethany.”
My face heated, but we both had our secrets to keep. “I fucked her brains out.”
Mark shivered and his eyes darted to the laundry room where Bethany was. “Does she know about me and you?”
“There’s no me and you to know anything about. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Dammit, Squirt,” he muttered.
“My name is Stephanie.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4nvqn1/im_too_young_for_sex_pt_5_ff
good i like it