I’m too young for sex :( [Mf]

I’m too young for sex. My boobs are just pokey nipples. I’ve got some hair down there, but you kinda have to look for it. But that doesn’t stop me from being curious about stuff.

My brother Joe has a girlfriend. Sometimes when I get home from school they’re in his room with the door shut. I can hear them doing it. His bed is squeaky and she keeps making stupid noises. She sounds like those dumb sex videos online where the girls have fake softball boobs and long gross nails. I know Joe’s password on the house computer so no one knows I look at them. But I do. I like the ones where the guys just rub on their wieners until they explode all over.

My ‘giner doesn’t look like the girls on those videos. I got a mirror once and squatted down over it to see everything. Their inside parts stick out and mine don’t. I used a brush handle once to see if it fit, but it just felt weird and made my stomach feel funny.

Joe’s friend Mark is really cute. Sometimes when I’m in the shower I think about him and spray right on my clitty. It makes my stomach ache in a good way sometimes. I sneaked in on him one time and saw his weiner when he went to pee. It looked kinda floppy and gross, but watching him made my stomach get all warm and achy. I wondered if it felt as soft as it looked.

One day Joe had his girlfriend in his room and they were going at it for a while. I was sitting outside the door listening and rubbing my shorts right over my clitty. I couldn’t help it because it sounded interesting. I heard a knock on the door, but Joe didn’t because whats-her-name was yellin’ about God and Jesus.

I opened the door and there was Mark. He was only wearing shorts and was all sweaty like he’d been running.

“Hey, Squirt, is Joe here?”

“Yeah, he’s bangin’ whats-her-name,” I said. Joe smelled good. Not good like flowers. He smelled salty and warm. There was sweat dripping down his chest and I had the crazy compulsion to taste it. “You wanna drink?”

Mark chuckled and said, “Sure.”

He followed me to the kitchen after I shut the door. My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking when I opened the fridge. He sat on the stool at the kitchen counter. The cold air made my dumb boobs poke out more. Or maybe they already were.

“We only got this,” I said and showed him a bottle of that green sports drink.

“That’ll be fine. Thanks.”

I couldn’t get the lid open, but he took it from me and twisted it off easily. When he did, the muscles in his arms got tight and made me swallow hard. When he tilted the bottle back to drink, that thing guys have in their throats moved up and down. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. There was sweat dripping down his neck out of his wet hair.

“Oh, I needed that,” he said. After crushing the bottle and putting the lid back on, he tossed it to me and I caught it easily. I felt my face get hot at his smile and tossed the bottle in the trash next to the island.

“Good catch!”

I needed to smell him again, so I sat on the stool next to his. He looked down at me with a brotherly smile and mussed my hair. That sent a shiver down my back and made the hairs stand up on my arms.

“So he just screws her up there while you sit around here?”

“Yeah,” I said, unable to take my eyes off his handsome face. His skin was shadowed like he hadn’t shaved. I wanted to touch it and, before I could stop myself, I did.

“What’s that for?” he asked with a smirk.

I was embarrassed, but loved the rough texture too much to take my hand back right away. I rubbed him from his ear to his chin along his jaw. He was damp enough that it made my fingers wet. I pulled my hand back and rubbed my fingers along my mouth.

“I don’t know,” I whispered with his salty flavor on my lips. His lips were chapped, but his pink tongue swept them as he looked at me.

“You’re gonna be beautiful someday,” he whispered. His eyes dropped to my chest. My nipples were so hard it was like I wasn’t even wearing a t-shirt. Then his eyes dropped to my bare legs and feet. Everywhere his eyes touched crackled with electricity.

“But not now?” I asked with a quiver in my voice. He was so cute it kind of hurt he didn’t think I was now. I lifted my shoulders and pushed out what little chest I had.

“Yeah, you’re beautiful now, too, but someday you’re gonna be a heart breaker.” His comment made the butterflies beat against my skin.

I could hear Joe’s bed was still squeaking. I wondered about so many things that didn’t make sense. I’d known Mark for years. I wanted to ask him if he would kiss me, but I know he would just laugh at me. Instead of asking, I leaned closer and put my hand on his sweaty shoulder. His eyebrows drew together, but he didn’t say anything.

I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see if he pulled away. He didn’t. My first kiss only lasted a moment. I didn’t really know what to do, but just pressing against his lips made my stomach warm. When I pulled back he let out a slow breath.

“Hold on, Squirt, you can’t just kiss people like that.”

“Did I do it wrong?” The idea that I screwed up my first kiss hurt me like a physical pain. “Shit.”

His eyes widened. “No, hey, it’s okay. You did just fine, but I’m a little old for you, yeah?”

“I don’t care,” I said, embarrassed by the tears welling in my eyes.

“Wait, just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

Mark reached over to grip my shoulder with his hand. His touch made me shiver and confused me even more. I dropped off the stool and ran to my room, throwing myself on my bed before rolling on my back and covering my face with a pillow.

A few minutes later I felt Mark come in and sit on my bed. He touched my calf and rubbed it for a minute. The warmth in my stomach exploded into heat, but I refused to remove the pillow.

“Hey, come on. Talk to me.”

I took a deep shuddering breath and moved the pillow. Concern was etched into his face. I could hear Joe’s girlfriend making those stupid noises again and it pissed me off.

“I just wanted to kiss you.”

“It was a fine kiss.”

“It was my first kiss.”

That made him pause. I could see him looking at me again. Legs, shorts, stomach, boobs. He pressed his lips together and stared at my face.

“I’m honored you picked me.”

I couldn’t tell if he was humoring me or if he meant it. “Would you kiss me again?” I whispered.

He didn’t move for a moment. Then he placed his hands on either side of me and lowered his face to mine. After searching my eyes, he kissed me. My hands moved on their own to circle around to his back. Touching his damp skin, I pulled until I lifted myself up against him. I don’t know what he intended, but I wanted the kiss to be real.

There was a moment when I thought he would pull away, but then I felt his lips part and his tongue tickle along my lips. The rush of tingles made me moan into his mouth and he took the moment to dip his tongue between my lips to touch mine. The sensation made me want to open up to his touch. Clutching his back, I ran my fingers into his hair and felt him moan in return. He broke the kiss, but I refused to let him go.

“We gotta stop. This isn’t right and your brother will beat me to death if he catches us.”

“Just a little more,” I begged, all composure gone. Before he could answer, I pushed my mouth against his. The rough skin along his lips added texture to the kiss. He fought for a moment, but eventually lowered us both back to the bed.

He still sat next to me on the bed, but feeling his weight on me did something in my panties. For the last few years my ‘giner drooled like a toothless old woman. I’d been wearing panty liners to keep from wrecking all my panties, but this wasn’t like it usually was. This time it felt slippery and came with a compulsion to rub against something. Anything. Mark.

I ran my hands back under his arms so I could rub along his shoulders. He shivered and sucked air as my fingers traced up his neck. It made me feel powerful and I hadn’t expected that. He was reacting like I was beautiful and desirable. Me!

“Stop,” he begged. “Please, I can’t do this.”

I rubbed my hands over his chest. When he pushed up, that just gave me more access to his body. Before he could move away I drew my t-shirt up, arching my back to get it off. His eyes were riveted to my chest. My puffy nipples were standing up as big as they’d ever been before.

“Damn,” he whispered.

I had to touch them so he would touch them. The logic made no sense, but it made sense in my head. I rubbed my palms over them, making sparks shoot down my stomach. His rapid breath fluttered against my skin, drawing bumps across my flesh.

“Will you please kiss me again?”

Instead of looking at me, he lowered his mouth to my right nipple and placed a gentle kiss on the tip. The whimper I made seemed to awaken him and he opened his mouth to cover the whole thing. His tongue touched me then, swirling slow circles around my nipple. I arched my back and flexed my toes to grip he sheets.

His hand covered the other one, rolling the puffy tip between his thumb and finger. I reached around his head to hold him there, more afraid he would stop than continue. He switched nipples, making the dry one as wet as the first. I could only cling to his head and bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Then his hand moved down my stomach, making it pull away from his tickling touch. It also made it easier for his fingers to slip under the fabric into my heat. I needed to kiss him again so I pulled until he came to my lips again. He ate my mouth, biting and licking like I was food and he was starving.

My attention was split between his gasping mouth and his dancing fingers. He kissed down my chin to suck along my neck. His fingers split me, rubbing up and down inside my panties and forcing my legs apart. Each stroke made me shudder and gasp. I’d never imagined pleasure could feel this good. The pace increased as my hips rocked until I gripped him hard enough to shake.

“Cum for me,” he begged against my wet neck.

I didn’t know what he meant, but something was happening that had never happened before. I pushed against his hand at a frantic pace, knowing instinctively this was the way to find the relief I needed. He kissed my lips again, but I could only breathe his name.

I don’t know how to describe what happened next. My eyes were shut, but I saw colors shooting like fireworks. My body convulsed like I was being electrocuted, but I wasn’t hurt or scared. Even though this had never happened before, I knew it was what all those people on the videos had felt. All those stupid diagrams in health class finally made sense! So many thoughts rocketed through my head that I’d have to write a book to explain them all.

“Wow,” I whispered at last.

When I came back to myself, Mark was sitting up giving me a nervous smirk. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and did the grossest thing ever… he licked his fingers! I must have made a face because he chuckled silently.

“We never did this. It never happened,” he said to me.

“Only if it never happens again sometime,” I said as I gathered my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. When I straightened it, I recognized the scent in the room. It was the same as the one Joe always had to cover up with air freshener.

“Seriously,” he said, his smirk gone. “Never again.”

Something struck me then. He was scared, but he only said *never again* because he really wanted to. I glanced down at his tented shorts. His dick looked mammoth through the fabric. “It wasn’t that big before. What does it look like?”

“Before? Never mind,” he said as he stood up. “I am not going there with you.”

“I thought guys had to or it hurt.”

He stopped at the door and looked back with a cocked eyebrow. “I’ll live.”

“I could help.” He stopped and shut his eyes. I thought maybe there was a chance he’d let me, so I added, “If you show me how.”

“This isn’t a game. I could go to prison.” He was pleading and I felt the power I had over him again. It was just as intoxicating as what he made me feel.

“I just want to understand. You can show me at your house if you want. No one will know.”

He rubbed his nose. I realized he wanted to smell me on his fingers when he held them there with his eyes shut. Then he walked out of my doorway and down the hall. I heard him stop next to Joe’s room. When I looked out my doorway, he had his fingers in his hair and was staring at the ceiling.

“Mark?” I whispered.

He didn’t turn around. “No one can know.”

“I swear.”

“Come on.”

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