“Hi Duane!”, said Becky, smiling maybe a little too wide.
“Hey Bexi, I’m a bit early I guess.” Duane looked at his phone to check the time.
“No it’s cool, Lucy’s upstairs getting ready. Just come in.”
She moved behind the door to let him through, and said he could go sit on the deck…would he like a coke?
“That’d be awesome”, he replied. “Is it cool if I smoke out here?”
Becky called “Yeah, that’s fine, just don’t leave your butt on the floor, OR flick it next door! She’s a bitch and will yell at us.” Duane laughed, the flash from the zippo blazing and lighting up his striking blue eyes for a moment.
“Hey how come you’re still in uniform?”, he asked as she bent to grab the cans from the fridge. “It’s like after 5.”
“Meh, I knew the shower would be required so I couldn’t be assed to get changed yet”, she said with a hint of nonchalance. “She was on edge already about you coming over and kept saying ‘it’s gotta be perfect’ so I kept outta her way.”
Duane gave an over exaggerated “Ha!” to that, to which Becky gave an internal smirk.
“Hey you want me go tell her you’re here already? Can let you know how long she’ll be?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be great chick, cheers.” he said, hurriedly swigging from the can. His cheeks had reddened a little.
She turned and walked back thru the sliding door. He watched her and noticed that the last breath he’d taken only let out once she’d gone up the stairs. Lucy was on edge? Man, so was he. And he didn’t feel comfortable talking about tonight – THE night – with her little sister. Kinda not the done thing, he thought, but he also felt a little excited that she probably knew. They’re sisters, right? They talk about everything. The only person he had talked about tonight with was Lucy. He finished his cigarette then immediately lit another. He then went chasing after the butt he’d just flicked, remembering Bex’ warning.
He heard the pipes bang as the shower upstairs started its stormy patter. Becky finally got her shower then, he chuckled to himself. Luce’ll be down any moment. He quickly finished his butt and washed his mouth with coke, hiding the butts in the empty can. He straightened up and brushed the seeds from his pants where he’d stomped thru the garden to retrieve the first one he’d flicked. The wooden stairs started clicking as Lucy finally came walking down. He turned to the doorway as it slid open and was surprised and disappointed to see Bexi opening it.
“She’s *just* got in the shower.” She rolled her eyes.
“You serious? For fff…freshening up I guess?” He tried to hide his annoyance. He was early…but not that fucking early!
“Yeah,” Bex giggled. “I guess you’ll have to just chill for a bit longer!”
He exhaled long and ran his hands over his freshly shaved head. ”
Yeah, I guess I’ll have another drink then ay!?”
Becky smiled and said “Sure not a worry dude.”
She walked back to the kitchen and stood at the fridge. The cold light washed over her bare legs and the cool brief eddy chilled her thighs slightly under her skirt. It made her smile a little and she looked back at Duane. He politely returned a smile and went to sit at the small wooden table by the sliding door, lighting up another cigarette. She looked back to the beeping refrigerator and considered a moment, then grabbed two icy cold bottles from the higher shelf.
The door slid open again behind Duane as he inhaled deeply, the smoke tickling his still young lungs and letting his mind relax a little.
“Here,” said Bex and she placed the cold bottle in front of him. She twisted her own bottle top off with a quick Sh and took a big swig. Duane looked at her a little stunned. “It’s ok, go on. Dad’s out…he’ll just think it was Luce. She’s pretty cool and will cover for me.”
“Wow.” He said as he picked up the beer, twisted off the cap and sipped it gently.
“Hey go on, it’s ok, I’ll make sure L books a cab.”
“Right – thanks!” He said.
“So cheers,” said Becky and held her bottle toward him. They chinked together and Duane chuckled nervously and smiled, and Becky smiled too. They took a big swig each and Duane almost coughed but managed to keep it down.
“So, you’re pretty into my older sister hey?”, she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, she’s pretty awesome. I like her mind, her views, and her-”
“Ass?” suggested Bex and Duane reddened and almost spat his mouthful of beer out.
“Um, look, you know..”
“It’s ok!” laughed Becky. “She’s amazing – I know, I live with her! Don’t be nervous.”
“Ok, ok.” He swigged again. “Yeah, she’s hot.” And giggled again.
“So is tonight a…special night?”, she asked, apparently innocently.
“Yeah, yeah, you know, six months into college, doing ok, been together a few weeks…so, yeah.”
“You guys haven’t done it yet, then.” It was a statement, not a question, and again Duane felt himself redden. But, the beer was relaxing and he realised suddenly he had none left in the bottle.
“Here, let me get you another.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks darl”, he said. She took the bottle from him and smiled at him, in a way that made him feel a twang of something in his stomach.
He lit another cigarette, listening to the wash of the shower above. It’d been what, five minutes? He heard the bottles clink in the recycling bin and the fridge open. He started to imagine what she’d look like in the shower. That beautiful red hair, wet and shiny, curvy waist and hips, and yes, a gorgeous ass. He couldn’t wait to see it all later. Then the nerves kicked in again and he was very aware of his erection. He tried to stand but the door opened behind him again, this time Bex had two each.
“To save going back again. She’ll be a while! Hehe.”
“Sure ok, no worries,” as he sat again and hurriedly opened the bottle.
“You’re pretty nervous hey”, she offered.
“Yeeeeeah, yeah a little!” He laughed a bit and Bex again looked at him with that smile and eyes that pierced.
“It’s ok, I was too for my first time.”
Duane caught his drink in his throat and forced himself to swallow. There was so much about that statement to process!
“Wha..what..?..did…is?!”
She giggled again. “It’s ok, she didn’t tell me; I’m pretty perceptive. And yes, I’m not. I gave my first virginity to a girl in my class that was leaving and knew fancied me – it was extremely mutual – and my second to my last boyfriend. I knew more than he did!”
They both laughed again, and the nervousness did ease, he was sure. They both looked up at the window where the water still pelted, and then again at each other giggling.
“Can I have one of those?”, gesturing to the cigarettes.
“What a great idea!”, he said and they lit up together.
“So do *you* know what to do?”, she asked, breathing the smoke in like she’d been doing it a while.
“Well…yeah?” He sounded more unsure than he meant to. “I mean, I’ve, you know, with – ”
“Played with girls? Guys? Star Wars toys?”
He giggled again. “Yeah, look ive…fingered a couple of girls, had a taste…she even played with me for a bit. I just never…”
“Got that far?”, she interrupted
“No I mean, yeah, but, I…”
“Go on, it’s ok..”
“I came on her hand!”
Bex laughed “Hah, ha, good on you. High five!”
They did.
He reddened and finished the beer, started the next one.
“Yeah it was a little embarrassing, but she was cool. She actually licked it off her hand. That was pretty hot but I was so gutted. We were only half clothed in the bedroom at her parents house. This was just before we started college. So I hadn’t met Luce and…”
Before he realised he was babbling, Bex had got up and was now straddling his knees. “Give me your hand”, she said. The nerves started up again and he hesitated, his heart racing. “C’mon, it’s ok.” She took it and placed it under her school skirt. He tensed. “Ssh, just relax, look…feel.” She rubbed his finger against the outside of her panties. They were wet. “Feel this? This means you’re doing ok!”
He whispered, “yeah, yeah, thanks”, which was all he could really manage. His cock had swollen almost immediately and he shifted slightly.
“Don’t, it’s ok.” she said. “Just relax.” She moved her hips and kept his hand still, tiny movements on his finger that felt warm and slidy. She was breathing quietly but in short breaths with little pauses between. She closed her eyes as with the next slide forward of her hips she moved slightly, allowing the finger to slide underneath the fabric.
Duane let out a small moan and Bex opened her eyes. “Feels good huh?”, she smiled.
“Yeah. Yeah definitely.”, he grunted.
“Ok now…” she slowly rocked her hips forward “…slide into me.” she whispered. His finger became enveloped in a beautiful warm velvet glove, slippery and snug. Bex slowly gasped and smiled and rocked her hips more. “You wanna do it yourself?” She breathed. He nodded. He realised he was still holding his beer…as was she.
They both took a swig each and he put his bottle down. He slid the cold hand up the outside of her thigh and she twitched a little, smiling. His hand reached her butt and held it, then he slowly moved his finger back and forth. “That’s it, she said, nice…and slow…and deep. She will love that. Keep going, but later you’ll need to use your tongue, too.” She grabbed his wrist. “Right here.” She gasped a little as his finger ran over her swelling clit. “You feel that? Right there. In circles. Mmmm that’s … That’s it. Faster. Faster. Yeah…yeah…” She whispered, “yes yes” and her hand gripped his shoulder and her legs tensed slightly. She breathed out long and then grabbed his hand again to stop.
“What what?”, said Duane
“No no nothing just…”, she whispered and let her legs shake for a moment. “Ok. Ok…” She drained the bottle, looked up at the window. The shower was still running. “She must be nearly done, so…”
She threw the bottle over next door’s fence, leant forward and kissed his cheek lightly, and moved her hands to undo his pants.
“Whoa whoa whoa what what… Oh god…”
“Sssh shh it’s ok, this will help later I promise.” She took him out and he felt how hard he was in her tiny little hand, the familiar nervousness now making him tremble.
“I promise you this will be ok…you’ll come quickly now so you’ll be better for her later.”
“Oh god oh god”, he gasped and closed his eyes. He felt her hand clasp around him and move up and down, a heat quickly building in him. His breath and heart were almost in time, loud as a thunderstorm in his chest, and now he felt a wonderful wet warmth close around him. He gasped and opened his eyes. He was halfway into her throat, it felt. She looked up at him with those piercing eyes, looking ever so cute and beautiful, and he felt the heat explode so quickly from him in that moment. Her eyes widened then closed with a moan, her lips sucking like she was enjoying a delicious treat. He felt an urge to grab her head and hold her there, but he thought that probably wasn’t the right thing to do. Her eyes opened again. She gripped him tight at the base and squeezed all the way up to almost the very tip, draining every drop into that sweet little mouth. He leaned his head back and shuddered. His heart was racing and his mind swimming, but the nerves had disappeared completely. He smiled and brought his head forward.
She looked up at him again and popped his clean cock out of her mouth playfully, smiling, and they both giggled. Then they realised they could no longer hear the shower.
Quickly he tucked himself back in, while she stood and readjusted her panties under her skirts. He caught the swiftest of glimpses of a smooth mound, and his heart caught in his throat. She caught his gaze and giggled again, stroked his cheek and kissed him, a flash of tongue dancing in between his lips. She opened the screen door, walked through and he heard the fridge open, bottles clink.
He stood and relit the cigarette that had dropped from his hand when she sat on him, drawing in a long, deep, satisfying smoke. He heard the door slide open again and he turned, and Lucy was there, smiling sweetly in a long, beautiful, sexy black dress, a low shoulderless one that showed off her wonderful neck, back, and breasts. A wooden beaded necklace hung between them, and he smiled back at her. She turned around on the spot, her tattoo between her shoulders proudly on display, and a long slit fell open to reveal those delicious thighs he knew he’d be between later that evening. A thought that until a few minutes ago had terrified him. He took her around the waist and kissed her deeply, stroking the ass that he would be snuggled against later. He felt no panties.
The kiss ended and she looked at him, lovingly, feeling the hardness against her that would be in her later. This night was special. Perfect. They heard Rebecca behind them, and she had brought beers for all of them. Becky kissed her sister and told her she was beautiful, and winked at Duane with a cheeky grin full of happy. There was a pop-pop of a car horn out front. It was time to go.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9afo2i/a_special_favour_fm_oral_teen_first_time_nervous