Little Linda falls for the advances of her older sister's boyfriend
I'm Not A Little Girl Anymore
"I'm not a little girl anymore," I cried at my big sister.
"Oh, you're an adult now are you?" she teased some more. "Well then act like one. As an adult you can't always go crying to Mom to get your own way, you little brat. So stay out of my room."
"I hate you," I said as I left.
"The feeling's mutual," Jenny replied.
Jenny was my older sister. She was 17 and a senior in high school. Her 5' 10" frame sported a well-developed body that every guy she met drooled over. But they couldn't touch her because Brad, her boyfriend, would squish them. He just turned 18 years old, was 6' 2", and did something on the football team. I didn't know anything about football but I knew that Brad was a dreamboat that every girl swooned over. One thing about Brad, he always treated me nice and I think Jenny hated me for it. Maybe that's why she treated me so mean. Oh, I'm Linda. I'm 12 years old now, just having my birthday last month. You would never know from how I look though. I am already 5' 8" and taller than all the boys my age at school. My parents are both tall so that's probably why Jenny and I are too. But I am just developing in the breast area with a long ways to go. Jenny and I are different in a lot of ways though, other than our breasts. Where she has shoulder length blonde hair, mine is brown and down to my waist. Her eyes are blue, mine are green. She has a full face and lips, I'm a bit thin in the face with thin lips but a wide mouth. People say I have a great smile. My dad always told me I had a mouth every boy will want to kiss. I hope he's right. Whenever Brad comes over he always smells my hair, runs his hands through it and tells me how wonderful it feels and smells. I try to always keep it clean and looking nice. I like it when he touches it. Maybe I just like the attention he gives me.
The other day when Brad was here, and Jenny was in her room, he slipped into my room. He does that sometimes but never stays long because Jenny gets mad when she catches him being nice to me.
"Hi Brad," I quietly said, standing up as he walked in.
He walked over to me as he said hello. "Your hair is so beautiful," he told me as he ran his hand behind my back and lifted my hair up to his face, as he has done countless times before. "It feels so soft. I just love it."
I blushed, replying, "You always say such nice things to me."
"That's because you are such a beautiful girl and I like you, a lot," he said as he moved behind me, still playing with my hair.
My breathing became heavier and I felt a little lightheaded. "You are always teasing me Brad," I whispered.
"My little Lindy," he said. He nicknamed me Lindy. Why, I don't know. My name is Linda. Had it been anyone else I probably would have said something, but with Brad I somehow found it nice, like somehow I was someone special to him every time he called me Lindy. "Can you keep a secret?" he asked me.
"Yes," I said in almost a whisper. "Of course."
"I'm not always teasing," he whispered back, and then he left, without waiting for a response.
It took me a minute to calm down my breathing after he left. Why does he do that to me, I wondered. So he had really meant some of the things he has said to me in the past. He wasn't always teasing. He has said so many things. Which ones did he mean? Which ones were just a tease? He once told me he had a dream of me sitting on top of him, pinning him down after we had been wrestling, and me teasing him by letting my long hair slide back and forth across his bare chest, as he ran his hands...up...my...bare...back. Wow! I had forgotten the part about my bareback. What if that was for real? OMG! Forget the hair part. Was he saying we were...I mean really doing it...we were having sex together? OK, calm down Lindy, I told myself. At best it was just a dream.
My thoughts were all a jumble. He had to be teasing me. He couldn't have meant that he wanted to have sex with me. Could he? Would I do it with him, I wondered. Jenny would kill me if she found out, and somehow she would fin out. I may not like my sister but I couldn't do that to her, take her boyfriend. It would serve her right though for always being so mean to me. But I wouldn't do it with Brad because of that, just to get back at Jenny. That would only be a by-product. I had to have a better reason than that to have sex. I would do it because I wanted to, because he was nice and wonderful and handsome and...oh God. I said it. I wanted to have sex with him. I did. I couldn't pretend I didn't. I wanted it. Now if only he did too. No, stop it Linda, stop thinking that way. You are only 12 years old. You are not doing this. If he was not teasing then I am just going to have to stop him. It can never happen.
Before he left that day I had a moment with him away from Jenny. He asked me, "What time do you get home from school?"
Without thinking I said, "I get home at 2:00 PM everyday and no one else is here until Jenny gets home at 4:00 PM." What did I tell him that for, I thought? Too much information.
"I'm asking in case I want to surprise Jenny some day and want to make sure I can get in," he told me.
Whew! Well that made perfect sense. I'm being a bit paranoid. I guess he was teasing me, more often than not. He doesn't want to have sex with a little 12-year-old girl. "Anytime, I'll be here to let you in."
Nothing happened the rest of the week. Brad didn't show up or even come over. But that wasn't unusual, just depressing that maybe I was being foolish, halfway wishing he would come over to see me. The next week he came over once but didn't come in to talk to me. Again if I thought about it, that has happened before. He didn't always talk to me when he came over to see Jenny. But I was hoping he would say something, anything. I decided I was wasting my time thinking about it and would just get back to my normal life, without Brad, not that I ever had him, only in my dreams. I just needed to start thinking about other things. In truth I was glad I didn't have to make any decisions about him. He was my sister's boyfriend and I was just a casual friend that he often teased, apparently more often than I liked.
Three weeks later, when I got home from school, there he was out in front of the house in his car, waiting. As I unlocked the front door he walked up.
"You do get home at 2:00 PM, just like you said," he announced.
"So you were listening," I replied, as we walked in. He followed me to my bedroom. "So why are you here? Did you want to talk or something, or just wait for Jenny?"
"Sure, talk," he said, "...or something."
I threw my backpack and coat on my desk chair, as his words sank into my dense brain. He came up behind me and lifting my hair up to his face he smelled it, as he has done so often.
"God you smell good," he said.
I turned around to face him. He was so close I had to look up to see his eyes a half a foot above mine. Normally I look down at boys, not with Brad. But I held my ground. "Brad, how can I tell when you are teasing me and when you aren't?" I asked.
"Well how about this?" he said as he put his arms around me and leaned down, kissing me. I melted into that kiss. Anyone else I would have slapped, but not Brad. God, it was Brad kissing me. Was he setting me up for some kind of joke?
After about half a minute I broke the kiss. Pushing him away I said, "Stop it. You can't do that to me. You are Jenny's boyfriend."
"I thought you would like that," he argued.
"Well, that's not the point," I replied. "Jenny and I may have our differences but I would never do this to her, kiss her boyfriend."
"So you don't deny it then, you did like it," he continued. "And we didn't even open our mouths."
"What do you mean, open our mouths?" I asked.
"Oh a kiss is so much better when you open your mouth," he explained.
"It sounds gross to me," I said.
"You know, we have already kissed," he reminded me. "You can't take that back. So if you want we could try an open mouth kiss and it won't count, since we already kissed. That's if we do it right away. It counts as the same kiss, since it is all around the same time. Now if I go away, say go to the bathroom, and come back and then we kiss, well that would be a different time period so would count as a second time of kissing. But we have an opportunity here to let you know what an open mouth kiss is like without it counting against us. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, it does, in a strange sort of way," I slowly answered. "But I would only be doing this because you already kissed me without my permission and this doesn't count, right? If Jenny finds out, it was not my fault."
"Right," he agreed.
"So what do I do?" I asked.
"Open your mouth," he said. I didn't understand why but did as he instructed. He stopped me when it was just the right amount open. He then kissed me again but our mouths were partially opened to each other. Now I had never made out with a boy before, only seen it on TV. I felt his kiss sucking slightly against my mouth so I followed his lead. That seemed to please him as the kiss became harder, more powerful if that makes any sense.
The next thing I knew, even though we had not stopped kissing other than to change the position of our heads, he began to unbutton my blouse. I was confused. I didn't want the kissing to stop but I also didn't want him undressing me. I decided to play along just a little longer. I could stop him from taking off my blouse. I didn't know what to do with my own hands so I pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans. I was going to slide my hands up his back but he stopped kissing me and stepped back, pulling off his shirt. I looked at his chiseled abs and powerful muscles. Wow, he was one solid hunk of a guy.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
My head was dizzy with the kiss. I wasn't sure at first how to respond. "No...no I can't do that. Oh God no. I'll get in trouble. My parents would kill me. Jenny would kill me."
"Neither your parents nor Jenny will ever know," he said. "Not all your clothes, just down to your underclothes. Your private parts will still be covered. Pretend you have on your swimsuit bikini. You won't be showing me anything more than you have shown every stranger who has seen you at the swimming pool. I'll be doing the same thing and it will be like I have my swimming suit on. I want to feel you, your skin, your hair, that's all. Nothing more. We have already made out, a little, this won't be any worse than that, for sure. Doesn't that make sense to you?"
It sort of did made sense. It's not like we were going to do anything. Heck, we had already kissed, open mouthed for goodness sakes. Surely that was far worse than this. "OK," I said hesitantly and began removing my jeans and blouse. I watched him as he removed everything down to his underpants. I could see a bulge in them and knew what it was from movies on TV.
Catching me staring at his underwear he asked, "Have you ever seen a man's penis before? In real life I mean."
"No, never," I replied. Without waiting a moment he yanked his underpants down and kicked them off, standing back up in front of me, totally nude. "Oh, wow," I said staring at him with my mouth wide open, before turning around and covering my eyes. "Stop it, put it away."
"Well it's too late now," he announced. "You have already seen it and it was more than a casual look. You might as well get a really good look. It doesn't count any more against you to look closer now. It's OK, turn around."
It bothered me that he always made sense, that what he said seemed right but somehow I still felt guilty. I let reason, and my own curiosity rule and found myself turning around. He had an erection, his circumcised penis stretching more than half a foot up and outwards towards me. "It looks so stiff and hard, throbbing almost. Why is it like that?"
"Because I am aroused by your beauty," he explained. "It's like this because of you."
I blushed, thinking that I had made him hard like that, just by taking my clothes off. I wondered what would happen to it if I removed my underclothes. "Does it hurt when it's like that?"
"When I have an erection? No, it feels good, thinking about what it could be doing," he said. I didn't understand at first. "But it needs to have the tension released at some point. It is sort of like making a fist really hard. You can only hold it for so long before you have to release the tension. When you finally do it feels wonderful. The same way with an erection. It needs to have a release of that tension that is building up. Women, like yourself are the same way."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "We don't have a penis."
"One of the ways for my erection to find release of tension is through a beautiful woman like yourself," he told me. "But when that happens you also feel tension build up through certain parts of your body. When your tension releases you feel it all over. I wished men felt as good as women do when they get release. A woman's release is called an orgasm."
"An orgasm," I repeated. "I've heard girls at school talk about that but never knew what it was. I guess I still don't."
"Would you like to feel one?" he asked me directly. I had to admit, I was interested. I would finally know what the girls were talking about and could talk with them about it, instead of just pretending that I knew.
"Will it hurt at all," I asked. I didn't think it would but I wanted to be sure.
He surprised me with his answer. "Only the first time, and just a little bit, just for a moment. Then it will feel better and better, the more you do it."
I was really considering it. But what if someone found out? "You promise you won't tell Jenny, or my parents?" I asked.
"Never, I promise on a stack of Bibles," he assured me.
"OK, what do we do?" I asked.
"I'll guide you through it," he promised. "First let's sit on your bed and kiss some more, just to set the mood. But you have to promise me that you will do exactly as I ask, without question. If you stop to ask questions it will ruin the mood and then we'll have to start all over."
"I promise," I told him, not sure if it was the right decision but still wanting to know what an orgasm felt like.
We sat on the bed and kissed some more. His one hand was around my waist and his other rubbed across my stomach, slowing working its way up to my breasts. When his fingers slid across my one breast I jerked but didn't break the kiss. He continued playing with my breasts and I began to feel a tingling sensation, and not just in my chest. I liked it when his fingernails scratched gently across my nipples, hardening them up. He slid his tongue into me mouth and moved it around inside. When he pulled it out I did the same to him and felt good knowing that I was making him moan with pleasure.
He broke the kiss and told me, "Remove your underclothes and I'll let you play with my erection." This time I didn't hesitate but took off my bra and panties, tossing them aside. There I was, a 12-year-old girl, sitting next to my older sister's 17-year-old boyfriend, both of us completely nude. There was only one ending to this, and I wanted that ending.
He took my right hand and guided it to his penis, wrapping my fingers around it. With his hand wrapped around mine he slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. "Oh, that feels so good Lindy."
"It's so hard," I said. He removed his hand but I kept up the movements he had shown me.
"My Lindy, my beautiful Lindy. Lay down on your bed, on your back" he instructed.
When I did, Brad pulled my legs wide apart, exposing completely my nearly hairless pussy. Kneeling between my legs he leaned down onto me and kissed me again. He then kissed my cheek, then my neck, working his way down to my little breasts. My already stiff nipples seemed to harden up even more when his tongue began to play with them. He licked and sucked both breasts and had me dizzy and panting. He then kissed his way down my chest, across my belly button to the tiny faint hairs just starting to grow on my pussy. At this point he kissed the inside of my thighs as his hands slid underneath both upper legs. He lifted my legs up some as his tongue touched my pussy for the first time.
"Oh Brad," I cried. "That feels so wonderful." He began licking and sucking all over my pussy. The longer he did it the more out of breath I became until suddenly a shockwave shot through my body. My upper body curled upwards towards him as I felt every part of my body on fire and tingling with electricity. After a few moments it began to subside and I collapsed back onto the bed. Brad was up on his knees smiling at me.
"Did you enjoy that Lindy," he asked.
"Oh God yes. That was fantastic," I told him.
"Well that's an orgasm and only a taste of what's to come," he said. I couldn't imagine anything better than what just happened. So I was excited to see what he meant, or rather to feel what he meant.
"Let me down there on my back and you get between my legs," he instructed. I did as he said. "Now get your mouth nice and wet with saliva and put it around my dick." Again I did as he asked. He penis was large but I put my lips around it anyway. "Now slide your mouth up and down, keeping it plenty wet as you do. Yes, that's right. You can suck some of the time and let your tongue rub around the underside. Yes Lindy, very good. Wow, you are a quick learner." It made me feel good to hear his approval of me, that I was able to learn to do it right so quickly. Brad was good for my self-esteem. Where Jenny tore me down, Brad built me up. At that moment I would have done anything for Brad.
I continued with this for a couple of minutes until he had me stop. "I don't want to cum just yet," he told me. "I want to feel your long beautiful hair on me as we make love."
Did he say Make Love? What have we been doing? There's more?
"Straddle my legs," he said as he pulled his legs together, forcing me to move my knees to the outside of his legs. "Move up towards me a bit so that your pussy is just above my dick. Yes, that's right."
He took his stiff penis and rubbed the end of it back and forth across the slit of my pussy. It felt good. I wondered if this was making love. He then positioned it right at my opening and said, "Now drop yourself down onto my shaft."
I wasn't sure what we were doing but I held my breath and slowly lowered myself down, letting his erection slide into me. Suddenly there was a sharp pain. "Ouch, that hurts," I cried.
"It only happens the first time," he reassured me. "It will get better from now on. Now lift yourself up a bit and then back down. Yes, just like that."
I did as he instructed, each time going a little lower, his shaft going a little deeper inside of me, until I couldn't go any lower. Then I stopped. It felt like he was stretching me. I felt my pussy gripping down tight onto him. I had mixed feelings. It felt good but still hurt a little.
"Now just slide yourself up and down my shaft," he said.
I did as he instructed, without question because it was Brad, and because I wanted another orgasm. He was right, the more I slid up and down, the easier it got and the better it felt.
"Let your hair fall all over me Lindy," he said. I did but kept sliding up and down his erection. "Yes, swish it back and forth, yes, just like that. Oh God you feel wonderful Lindy."
He felt wonderful too. That tingling feeling was coming back but seemed larger this time somehow than before, like it was building up throughout my body. I discovered that the harder I thrust my body down onto him the better it felt so I became more powerful with my body. I also increased my speed, which enhanced the feeling.
"Lindy, I'm going to cum soon but you just keep fucking me just like you are doing," he told me.
Fucking him? Is that what I was doing? I was fucking Brad, my sister's boyfriend. Me, Linda, the little girl, the little sister. I wasn't a little girl anymore. I was doing what every girl in school wanted to do. I was fucking Brad. Just then I felt it, Brad was thrusting his hips upwards and squirting something inside of me, something warm feeling. I kept "fucking" him just as he said to do. But I could only do it a few moments longer before my body exploded with heat and electricity. My orgasm hit him in one powerful surge of energy. I stopped moving. I could feel my pussy holding on to Brad's penis in some kind of death grip, squeezing him over and over. My whole body went numb for a moment and then suddenly the next moment alive as if every nerve in my body was on fire. The feeling shot out of me in waves of pleasure, though each one a little less powerful than the last. Finally I seemed to come to my senses and realized I had collapsed on top of Brad, who was smiling from ear to ear.
"What so funny?" I laughed.
"The look on your face is priceless," he said. "I love making love to you."
"I'm confused," I said. "Were we making love or were we fucking?"
"Both," he said. "Is that OK?"
"With an orgasm like I just had, anything is OK," I replied. "Especially with you."
"We need to get cleaned up," he said, "before Jenny gets home. She can't know about this. No one can know."
"Will we be able to do this again?" I asked.
"As long as we don't tell anyone," he said. "We can never tell anyone, never, ever. Promise me."
I didn't understand why not. Of course I knew we couldn't tell my parents or Jenny, but no one at school either? "OK, if you say so, I promise."
When I got up off of him some blood dripped down onto his groin. "Don't worry about that," he told me. "It only happens the first time. Next time we fuck it won't happen."
"Then we really do get to do this again? You weren't just teasing me, like you do so often?" I asked, playing with him, but hoping he was serious.
"I'd rather fuck you than Jenny any day," he said.
"You've fucked Jenny?" I jealously asked.
"Once, and it wasn't nearly as good as we just did," he explained. That made me feel good again. I was better than Jenny.
"I've got to go now," he said as he finished getting dressed. He kissed me long and hard on the mouth and then left.
I had just fucked Brad, better than Jenny. I guess I really wasn't a little girl anymore. Jenny is going to be so jealous. But I promised Brad I wouldn't tell her. So I won't. I just had to figure out a way to let her know without telling her. Maybe if Brad and I really do fuck again, I could arrange it so that Jenny "accidentally" catches us in the act. Then I couldn't be blamed for telling her. I had some planning to do, and some cleaning up as well, before Jenny got home.