8 comments/ 42059 views/ 38 favorites Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 01 By: leBonhomme I have been trying to think of a present for my little brother's 60th birthday and suddenly remembered what I had given him for his 18th. I didn't really given it to him, but I was more involved than I expected. I am sure he couldn't have gotten that present these days, which says when it happened, long before internet and smart phones. My name is Jessica, Jessie or just Jess. Tommy is four years younger, in his last year of junior high when I went off to college. I guess it was at the end of my sophomore year in college, when I came home and teasingly asked him about girlfriends. He blushed and wobbled his head without saying anything. That wasn't much of an answer either way. I was camp counselor that summer and away from home until late in August. I asked him again - mean big sister - and didn't get a better answer, but he didn't blush at hearing my question a second time. I should mention that I was a virgin when I started college, but not for long, which was also typical for the era. Perhaps my question was because I was feeling superior on the subject. Oh, only now does it occur to me that maybe subconsciously I was hoping he would ask about my boyfriends. He didn't. At Christmas, I asked again, about the first thing I said when we were alone. This time he nodded. At Easter, when I asked, he smiled, nodding again. By then, I had actually sucked a cock, but not all the way - two, in fact. In June, when I returned home and asked, he chuckled with a smug smile. Mean older sister, I asked: "Not a virgin anymore?" He blushed and shook his head with a very embarrassed expression. I got the same response, when I asked at the end of the summer. And again now it occurs to me to wonder what he thought about my asking that: was I testing his still being a good little brother; or could he have thought that I was expecting that he had already slept with a girl? Of course, he wouldn't have admitted that. At Christmas, he just shook his head. At Easter, he shook his head and replied: "No. Well, I guess the correct answer to the question is yes, I still am." Had he then smiled wryly, because my question was closer to home? Had he being doing enough with whomever she was, that it could have happened, and he was thinking it might? I liked that he had finally opened his mouth and even recognized the fine grammatical point. I was, of course, really curious when I returned after graduation, staying home for the summer before going to graduate school. When I asked in June, he shook his head with a rather disappointed expression, but admitting that he had a good girlfriend. His birthday was a couple of weeks later. I had kept contact with a couple of girls from high school, who had taken jobs, sharing a flat. When I visited them one evening a couple of days later, we had a few beers, comparing experiences with men: our first times - bad - then better, finally snickering, when we all admitted that we had sucked cocks. That must have been after the six-packs were empty, and Sue or Ann had found an open bottle of something stronger. Which of them suddenly asked about Tommy? I chuckled and told about my questioning him and his responses over the years. They laughed, probably more than they would have an hour before. One of them asked how old he was now, and I mentioned that his 18th birthday was coming up. Did they both suddenly snicker, or only one of them? Doesn't matter; then they both did, glancing at each other. After a moment, they began to laugh again. I didn't understand why, until - after another glance at her flatmate. One of them - snickered again and said: "I saw him recently; he looks grown enough that he should." "Should what?" I asked. "Stop being a virgin," the other explained, also snickering, glancing at her flatmate. She nodded with grin and shrug. Apparently they had the same thought, but I didn't. One of them then asked me: "Don't you think so?" "I guess I do too," I found myself agreeing, then also snickered and added: "Wouldn't want her first time - his too - to be like ours were." Ann and Sue nodded vigorously, glancing at each other again with smirks. I still didn't understand, but then one of them said: "We could help him." "If you can talk him into coming here," the other added. They nodded at each other in agreement. What the fuck did they mean, I asked myself, only then realizing from the f-word in my thought that that was what they were suggesting; they wanted to ... - couldn't use that word again! - they wanted make his first time better! "You don't mean it! You're both drunk!" I exclaimed, knowing that I wasn't less drunk. They glanced at each other again with shrugs, but smirking, and one replied: "Maybe, probably, ..." "Both ways," the other added. "You want me to talk him in to coming over here, so you can ...?!" "Why not? You said you thought it was good idea, ..." "That he stop being a virgin, have the experience to avoid her first time being like ours." They really agreed, not just nodding at each other, completing the other's sentence like a pair of identical twins, and wanting me to bring him to their flat so that they could. Where was I going to be? Still there, with them both seducing my brother? In my inebriated state, I thought their offer was a good idea - in principle. Wrong word again, they were suggesting casting all principles aside, especially if they expected that I would be there somewhere! In an almost sober tone, one of them said: "Think about it, Jess. Sure, it is a slightly drunken idea, but if we all agreed that it would be good for him, why not? "He would get over his shock," the other added, then chuckling and continuing: "We'd take care of that." Her flatmate nodded with an almost serious expression. They really meant it! I asked: "And where would I be, after I got him here?" Was I agreeing to their plan? One of them shrugged, but then the other one smirked and replied: "Oh, I bet he's seen you naked before, like all little brothers do. Mine did." "You want me to be naked with him ... here?! "If we are, and he will have to be," the other "identical twin" added. "Shit! Fuck! No, wrong words!" I blurted out, adding: "Time for me to go home, long past it." Somehow I did. We parted without further mention of their idea. On the way home, however, I recalled that Tommy had seen me naked, also when there was more for him to see: pubic hair, boobs. I had known it, that he was peeking through doors that I could have closed. I had peeked at him, too, but there hadn't been more to see than I had before Mom said we shouldn't be naked together in the bathroom. Why hadn't we "played doctor"? I guess he was too much younger. What did he look like now? He was too tall to still be called Tommy, a nickname now only the family used. And the rest of him? He shaved almost daily. Forget it, Jess! You shouldn't be even curious. Besides, it is not going to happen; it was just a wild, drunken idea of theirs. In the morning, I was still convincing myself that it had only been a drunken suggestion, also wondering, however, if Ann and Sue didn't have boyfriends at the moment. It had sounded as though they must have had from the way we had talked about boyfriends. For sure, I wasn't going to call them about anything to avoid any implication that I was returning to our conversation. I was relieved by evening that one of them hadn't called, and the next day there was no call. It wasn't going to happen. Relieved, confident that it wasn't, I then did let my imagination roam. How could it have been? Had they considered how? How could two of my friends get him to go along with such a wild proposition? Proposition, proposal, seduction? I went to bed that night with fantasies about how it could happen. I wasn't fantasizing about doing anything with him, of course, but envisioning what they could do with him was just as effective. It was better than old fantasies that were losing their tingle, because I knew how they would end. I had never thought that being a voyeur could be so arousing, especially imagining watching two girls with him and what a threesome could do together. It wasn't going to happen, but it opened up a whole new subject for fantasies, if not variations that hadn't occur to me that night, then speculation of what two guys could do with one girl. When the phone rang Saturday morning, I blushed before I could pick it up, and blushed again when I heard Ann greet me, vaguely remembering that she had usually been the one to add a supporting comment, not Sue, who had started the sentence. She asked if I could talk. Uh-oh! I thought, but was relieved that I was alone at home. Mom and Dad were out with Tommy to buy his first suit to have in college. I nodded, then realized that I had to reply. I could imagine her expression, when she said: That's good; we've been thinking about it, talking about. When is his birthday?" "Coming Wednesday," I replied after a moments thought, apprehensive about what she would say: "Can't happen on his birthday then. We were thinking about Saturday; both of us have to be home." "Thinking what?" I asked, playing dumb. Shit! Fuck! I knew what they were thinking! And they were expecting me to tell him and find an excuse why we should go to their flat! "You know, like we talked," Ann replied: "We want to give him a birthday present. Just tell him that, maybe that it is one we can't bring over." It sure was fucking that! I was blushing again, as sound bites of our drunken conversation popped in my mind, especially my asking if they expected me to be there naked with them and my brother. They had, pointing out that he must have already seen me naked. Had I admitted to them that he had, or only to myself on the way home? When I didn't reply, she added: We've been talking about it, think we know how we'll do it. You just get him over here. Hm-hmm! We both got some ideas when we were in bed - not together!" I had to chuckle, imagining that they had been doing what I was with fantasies about what two girls could do with him. Ann took my chuckle as agreement, saying: "So you will? Oh, don't worry, we'll have our clothes on, and you can tell him and your parents that you are invited for lunch and the afternoon. Does he drink beer?" "Probably, must have." "Maybe we should start with lunch and beers - and talk. Have to start with talk, better with a little alcohol, if only an excuse. You don't have to say anything, can be a little surprised, but try not to interrupt us." "You really want to?!" "Yeah, we think so. Like we said, we think he should ..., well, know more about it, what's good for girls, for his girlfriend." "Fuck! You really do!" I blurted, hearing Ann's loud snicker, before she replied: "I didn't want to say it like that, but since you did." "Fuck?!" I repeated more softly as a questioning expletive. "You don't have to, of course, just let us." "Let you seduce my little brother?" "Yeah, I guess you could put it that way, but we all thought it would be good for him. Hm-hmm! A birthday present he will always appreciate." "He sure would," I found myself agreeing. "He will; just get him over here at noon for lunch, can tell him - and the folks - that we all want to take him - you both - somewhere in the afternoon - the surprise, so you don't know and don't have explain." I managed not to repeat "fuck." How I responded wasn't much better: "Shit! You really want to, got it all planned out." "Have to play it by hear, but we hope so, just get yourselves over here next Saturday." Ann hung up. I was still holding the phone, shaking my head. They really wanted to, and knew how they wanted to! And I was supposed to be there and watch them do what I envisioned in myfantasy? Also naked? What all had they been envisioning they would do with him, what he should do with them? Everything we girls had talked about guys doing with us and what we did with them?! I hung up the receiver, suddenly questioning: fantasies coming true, theirs - and mine? If I was there watching them, naked or not, I would also want to do something. Damned sure I would, at least what I had done in bed. But it was still a week off, time to think about it and find an excuse why it wouldn't happen. Was I really, however, not wanting it to? We had really agreed that he should with them, and I still thought so. That night my fantasies were wilder, after I imagined how the whole thing could start. Before I had just envisioned both of them fucking him, now I let them suck his cock. That did the job; he had a very nice cock in my fantasy, one that my fingers were trying emulate, as I conveniently forgot that it was my brother's. Sunday night, it occurred to me that Ann and Sue would obviously want him to learn about licking pussies, as an alternative, if his girlfriend wasn't yet ready to go all the way. She might be a little reluctant, if she was worried that he wanted her to suck his cock, but she could tell him that. The girls could advise him that a young girl probably wouldn't want to. Hell, I could tell him that, just a bit of big sisterly advice. Sue and Ann would make sure that he learned that all girls really loved to have their pussies licked. In my fantasy, someone was licking mine. Had it been my brother? If I didn't want it to be him, then it must have been one of the girls, but Ann had said that they didn't do that. Of course, they didn't; I had never considered that they would. That was, however, the first time I even thought about girls doing anything with each other. Ann had, however, thought it necessary to explain that she and Sue had not been in bed together, implying that she thought that I could have thought they had been, so that possibility must have occurred to her. Still in bed Monday morning, recalling all my fantasies, I admitted to myself that I was just too curious to know what could happen, if I could get Tommy to join us in their flat. I think that I blended out thoughts about my also being there. That's when it occurred to me that they should call him on his birthday, congratulating him and inviting him and me for lunch and the afternoon on Saturday. That would relieve me of having to tell him. It was all their idea; they should. I only knew how to contact Sue at work. I got through the company's operator to her and quickly told her. Her hum and snicker were probably very soft, because someone could overhear her in the office. She agreed. I knew that he would be very surprised, and that I would have to find a way both to be pleasantly surprised, but also support their invitation. I thought more about that Monday and Tuesday night than I did about what could happen. Which of them would call; would he remember her; what would I say, when he looked at me with his large brown eyes? It was too easy. One of them called; Tommy was very surprised, but before I had to say anything, Mom did, when he explained the invitation: "Oh! That's very nice of them. Jessie, I guess you told them about Tommy's birthday." "Yes, but I didn't know they would want to do anything. It will be fun." "I guess so," Tommy agreed, but smiled, then asking me: "You know what they've planned?" "No, a surprise, for me too, else she would have told you. Just remember to shave Saturday morning, since you're going out with three older girls." He smiled wryly, nodding and rubbing his freshly shaven cheek. It suddenly occurred to me that my remark had been appropriate, since he probably wouldn't have, shaving on Friday and then on Sunday. That evening there was a party for him, and I met his girlfriend. She was quite comfortable with our parents, even giving him a kiss in their presence after congratulating him. He looked less comfortable about that, but Dad remarked: "Sure, why not. Don't think we didn't at your age." He got a good smile from her. It was a good party, dancing on the patio. We danced with our parents, and Tommy even danced with me. If he had known what thoughts I had, when I held him a little closer, my boobs and then stiff nipples brushing his chest! He and his girlfriend danced a lot closer, of course. At the end of the party, he walked her home. It was an extra half an hour before he returned, after we had cleaned up everything. He thanked us for the party, and I told him that his girlfriend was very nice. Mom and Dad nodded with smiles, and we all went to bed. That night, I wasn't just thinking about him with Sue and Ann, wondering what he and his girlfriend could do on their walk. From experience at that age, not enough to satisfy my arousal, but my fingers were going to try to now. His girlfriend must be too, also my brother. I suddenly remembered a couple of times like that, that my friend's cock had been so big and stiff in his pants, locked between our hips. He had rocked his, and I felt it surge, but then he had retrieved his tongue from my mouth, and held his hips still, murmuring: "Shit! I came." I had been so pleased that he had, that I could help him, but envious that he could, but that I couldn't. I fixed that in bed that night, better than times before. In college, that didn't happen again, not without my hand finding its way in his fly to hold his cock. After that, we had had our clothes off before it got that arousing. I asked myself if I was fantasizing about what Tommy's cock could do in his girlfriend's pussy - or was I imagining that it was in mine? That thought wasn't as bothering now, I admitted, as my shock had been at Sue's and Ann's suggesting that I would also be naked with them and Tommy. Why not, if he had already seen me naked, and I now could admit that I had wanted him to, wanting someone to see my growing boobs, even if it was only my little brother. I held one, arousing my nipple, and chuckled that back then I hadn't discovered yet that that felt arousing. Thursday and Friday dragged on. I had agreed to their project. Resigned myself to it would have been the wrong expression. After all my fantasies, I wanted them to happen - in the flesh. That expression seemed so appropriate now. When had I last seen Ann and Sue "in the flesh"? After gym in school, of course, but once when we had been in the changing room of the town's swimming pool after my freshman year in college. Crap! That time we had even brushed our fingers over each other's nipples, feeling them stiffen and snickering. Did they remember that? Was that one of their thoughts that had led to their suggesting we could do this? We, not just they do it? After breakfast Saturday morning, Mom told Tommy to put on clean clothes. He did, returning and looking very nice. I hoped he had clean shorts on, wondering if he still wore jockey shorts or now boxer shorts - better for letting his girlfriend hold his cock, if she did. When both Mom and Dad wished us a delightful day, I had trouble hiding my blush. Then we were out of the house. On the way to their flat, Tommy asked me again if I knew what we were going to do. Luckily, he hadn't glanced over at me. I hoped that I had managed to reply in the right tone that I was just as curious as he was. He could have seen my nipples pop out. We were both a little apprehensive when we rang the doorbell, for very different reasons. At least, I knew it would start with lunch and beer and that Ann and Sue would be in charge. They both opened the door, smiling at us and congratulating Tommy for his birthday. But then one of them said: "Like in France." Sue immediately half embraced me with cheek rubbing left and right. Ann started to the same with Tommy, but he only accepted the gesture after he had seen Sue and me. He looked surprised but not displeased, then asking: Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 01 "Everyone in France does that." "Not everyone," Ann replied: but everyone who knows each other a little better - or wants to." I wasn't sure about her explanation, but the last words suggested her implication. Then Tommy grinned and looked at Sue and said: "I could get accustomed to that." His response was just too good! While they rubbed cheeks, Ann and I did, trying to stifle our chuckles. I then looked at him and said that we knew each other better than anyone else. He smirked slightly, but didn't hesitate to rub cheeks with me. Sue grinned and remarked: "Doesn't look like you two have done that before." "With my little, now bigger brother?" I responded, looking up at him coyly. He was surprised to see me look at him that way, and I was, that I had; but if the girls had thought to start this way, and I was going to part of it, it had seemed appropriate. Ann said: "Time for lunch, the table is set." I was thankful for her distracting me from returning apprehensions about my being part of their plan. Tommy and I sat facing each other, Sue and Ann, at the other sides of the square table. Before Ann sat down, she asked: "Wine, beer?" and looked at Tommy and added: "It was your big birthday." He glanced at me with a questioning expression. I nodded with a shrug and said: "Wine or beer, if you want. I'm going to have wine, thank you." "We are too," Sue agreed. "You're eighteen now, I murmured with a smile. "Me too, then please, thank you," he replied with smile and shrug. I was pretty sure he had drunk beer, but probably not wine. I also needed something stronger for what was going to follow, appreciating that the girls had thought of serving wine. Ann poured from the already opened bottle and sat down, then raising her glass. We all did, Tommy last, and Ann toasted him: "To your becoming an adult. Thank you for accepting our invitation." We all drank, just sips. Tommy responded by holding his glass a little higher and thanking them for their invitation, and we all drank again. I was surprised at his good response, and we all took another sip of wine. Sue's and Ann's plan hadn't been a sober one, and if it worked, Tommy and I, at least, would need to loosen up. For a couple of minutes we ate the noodle salad they had prepared. Then Sue said to him: "I hope you have a good girlfriend." He nodded with a bashful smile. I caught the hint to reply and said: "He does, a very nice girl. She was at the party Wednesday evening. Hm-hmm! I think the parents like her too. They weren't surprised when she kissed him." Tommy gave me a scowl, but nodded, then shrugged and smiled at Ann and Sue. They nodded with pleased smiles - also at me, for my help - and raised their glasses again. I and then Tommy also did, and we had another sip. We ate, and they asked him about his plans for college, and he told. We all had a couple more sips of wine. Then Sue asked again about his girlfriend, whether she was going to the same college. "She isn't," he replied with a disappointed expression. "Pity. I guess you two know each other pretty well." He nodded, his expression shifting to a wry one. Ann asked softly: "That well?" He looked at me with quizzical expression, blushing slightly. I didn't want to look at the girls to see if they were waiting for me to help again. I took another sip of wine, and he and the others did. I needed another one and the time to think of what to say. I looked at Ann and murmured: "That was an indistreet question; probably not further than we all did in high school. I certainly didn't." "I didn't either," Sue agreed with a chuckle. "I did," Ann said with a shrug and smirk, looking straight at Tommy. He wrinkled his nose with chuckle, looking at each of us in turn, and then replied: "We haven't either, not that far." It seemed like the wine was working. We all chuckled and raised our glasses again and almost emptied them. Ann quickly refilled our glasses, winking when she poured mine. As she put the empty bottle aside, Sue murmured: "It wasn't good, the first time." "Nor mine," I agreed, a little to my surprise. Tommy gave me surprised glance. "In college, freshman year," I explained. "Mine wasn't either," Ann agreed, adding: "Maybe he thought so, I didn't. Oh, I wanted to, but young guys don't know anything about girls." Sue and I nodded vigorously. Tommy shrugged, looking a little surprised by this turn of the conversation. I raised my glass, and we all drank again - a better sip. Sue remarked: "Like that for me too. I wished it had been better, but like most girls tell, it wasn't; should have kept my panties on." Tommy looked surprised again at her mentioning panties. Ann agreed: "Me, mine too. I guess young guys just think ..., well, I'd better not say that." "You'd better not!" I chimed in, then smiling at Tommy and adding: "But I should have too. We broke up after that bad experiment." I grabbed my glass and had another sip, seeing Tommy's wide eyes. He also took a sip - or maybe more - then snorted and said: "We haven't. Hm-hmm! Not passed second base." We girls all nodded with smiles. Sue grinned and asked: "With her bra on?" He looked flustered, embarrassed, shrugged, then replying: "Not the last couple of times. Oh, she was wearing one at the party." "I hope so, dancing with Dad," I enjoined. Tommy grinned with a nod, and we all chuckled. Ann took a sip and remarked: "But she wasn't the last couple of times. We girls know that was an invitation for more." I just let Sue nod. She did and took a sip, then took a deep breath and said: "I am sure it was; bet she wanted to. Hell, if you were like that, she must have felt it." "We all did, wanted to," Ann quickly added. This time I did nod. Tommy looked a little embarrassed, but also nodded, then grinned nervously and admitted: "Yeah, she did. Hmm? I was more than a little embarrassed the first time, but I guess you're right: she wanted to." "If she was like us, of course. I wanted to feel it, did what I could to make it good for him," Ann remarked. "As good as I did?" Sue asked with a grin. "You have to ask?" Ann replied with a snicker: "Yeah, he did." They both looked at me for support. It had also been like that for me, but I smirked and said: "I don't know if that happened in high school. In college, well, we were in his room and could do more, not everything, but the first time still wasn't good. That was a couple of weeks later." Tommy looked at me again with wide eyes. Then he suddenly began to giggle. He grabbed his glass and almost emptied it. Then he grinned at us with a shrug, chuckling, and said: "She did too. That was more embarrassing than the first time, when I was just embarrassed that she could obviously feel it. But you all are right, she wanted to, and well ..., don't have to tell you what happened." We all grinned nodding, and then began to laugh. Sue caught her breath and asked: "And then she stopped wearing a bra?" "Oooh?! I don't think so, not after the first time," Tommy replied with a grin. "I would have," I found myself remarking. "You said you didn't know," Tommy replied with smirk. "I was lying; couldn't tell my little brother everything." "He isn't so little," Ann remarked. This was being fun. Ann and Sue had cleverly gotten on the subject, leading Tommy to admit how far he and his girlfriend had gone, but laughing. And they had introduced the problem that boys didn't know what girls needed. I took another sip, and Sue did, but then surprised me: "You sure aren't, Tom, but, well, it's good that you and your girlfriend are so familiar, but ..." a long pause: "well, we girls all know that guys should know more about girls the first time." Tommy looked very surprised, more than I did, despite my anticipating where she was leading. He stared at me with wide eyes. Had he understood what she was implying? I nodded. Ann looked at him and murmured: "We think you should." "We don't want it to be for your girlfriend like it was for us," Sue added softly. He looked at one and the other of them and then at me. I nodded again with an "um-hmm." He stared at Sue and Ann and began to blush. He had understood! Ann smiled sweetly and said: "Guess we shocked you." He nodded with a very red face. Sue murmured: "We don't want that to happen." "It doesn't have to, if you let us help you," Ann added. His face couldn't get redder. He stared at me. I nodded with a smile. He was still looking consternated. I murmured: "If they want to. I think it's a good idea." "Best birthday present we could think of," Sue said quietly, smiling at him. Ann nodded, also smiling. He looked across the table at me. I nodded again and murmured: "If they want to; I think so too. I didn't give you anything else." "This is your present too?!" "It was their idea; I liked it." "What's going to happen?! Where are you going to be?!" He was staring at me, then at Ann and Sue. Sue replied: "We want to help you, show you." Poor Tommy, he couldn't have looked more shocked. He looked at me again and muttered: "You too?!" "I guess, I'm here," I replied, blushing at my prevaricating response. He stared at me and then exclaimed softly: "Fuck! My sister?" then looked shocked at what he had said. The girls and I all caught our breath. Ann was the first to speak: "We weren't suggesting that." We all broke into nervous laughter. Finally, Tommy caught his breath and said: "Sorry! Shouldn't have said that; that wasn't what I meant. "We didn't think so," Sue replied with a sweet smile. "Just wanted you to have more experience, before - with your girlfriend ..." "Or in college," I interjected. He was looking from one to the other of us with wide eyes, looking at me again. "Not with me," I murmured. He looked at Ann and Sue. They both nodded. He muttered: "F... Shit! What do you want to do?" "Not that," Ann replied with a grin, adding: "Just show you what girls like." Sue nodded with a smile. "Oh! Sh ...! Really?!" he asked, looking at me again. I nodded slightly. Ann's and Sue's nods were more emphatic. He looked at them. Did he see their aroused nipples? Weren't they wearing bras? Did Ann have to hold one of her breasts, her finger sliding over her erect nipple? Mine were also aroused, hopefully hidden by my bra; Tommy had glanced over at me again. He looked at Ann. She nodded, rubbing her nipple. Had they planned all this?! What if he had admitted that he had already slept with his girlfriend? Stupid question! Then they would have started there. It was a team effort. Sue remarked: "Tom's done that; can't imagine that his hand was just on her blouse." Had I seen out of the corner of my eye that he nodded? I was watching Ann unbutton her blouse. She was smirking at him and murmured: "Like this." Her hand slipped inside it over her boob. I stole a glance at him. He was grinning a little foolishly, staring at Ann. She smiled at him, her fingers again playing with her nipple, and murmured: "Feels good." "Arousing" Sue corrected her and also touched one of her nipples, adding: "Even if we do it." Her other hand was unbuttoning her blouse, all the buttons. She pulled one side open, revealing her nipple before her fingers found it again. I heard Tommy gasp softly. "It does," Ann agreed, as she loosed two more buttons and revealed her other aroused nipple. I heard him moan softly. Sue murmured: "Have you sucked them? That feels even better." "More arousing," Ann enjoined, both hands playing with her nipples. He shook his head slightly, his eyes darting back and forth at Ann and Sue, whose other nipple was now free, then looking at me across the table. "You should," Ann said. "Yours too, Sue said, looking at me. They wanted me to show my brother my boobs! He was looking at me with his foolish grin. He more giggled than chuckled and encouraged me: "Saw them already when you were fifteen." "Thought so," Ann and Sue replied in unison with smirks. Why hadn't they told me it was going to start like this, not to wear a polo shirt? But I'd still have to take off my bra. They were all looking at me, waiting, and when I took of my shirt and then my bra, I was going to be half naked, while Sue and Ann still had their blouses on. I looked across the table at my brother wry smile. He was grinning expectantly. I whipped off my polo shirt. Avoiding his eyes, I reached back and unhooked my bra. He didn't know where to look. They had removed their blouses; three half naked young women with aroused nipples smiling at him. I was too, aroused at letting him see my boobs and enjoying it. His eyes were darting around. Was he looking for the largest breasts, the most suckable, aroused nipples? He shrugged with a hum and grin, finally looking at our faces in turn, not stopping on mine, although his eyes had dropped to my aroused nipples, before finishing by looking at Sue. I saw his eyes glance down at her smaller breasts and then look up at her face, as he smiled. She smiled back. He glanced over at Ann and me and then asked: "What am I supposed to do?" His response to our presenting our breasts was just too good. We girls all had to chuckle, and then he did. Again, Ann replied: "If you want to suck them ... first." He grinned with raised eyebrows, but asked: "First?" "Then we'll show you more," Sue replied. He moaned, but with a quizzical expression. "Then we'll show you more," Ann repeated what Sue had said, adding: "But not here, and you have to take off something, when we do." "We have already," Sue added, emphasizing her remark by sliding her hands up under her breasts and making her nipples protrude. I caught my breath. I was licking my lips; I wanted to suck them, and my fingers were also up under my boobs, offering them to him - my brother! "All of them, ... first," Ann murmured with a soft moan, her hands also offering her breasts. He didn't know where to look, his eyes darting around the table. My fingers were so tempted to rub my aroused nipples. I looked at him and murmured: "But not here, and take off your shirt." He did obediently. He had very seldom done so unhesitatingly anything I told him to do. "In the bedroom," Sue murmured and stood up. Tommy was as quick to stand up and follow her as Ann and I. We let him go ahead and smirked at each other with soft moans. I almost reached over and tweaked one of her breast. I was surprised to see that they had moved the bedside table and shoved their beds together. Tommy could have been surprised that the beds were open, obviously with fresh sheets, but Sue had turned back to him and stroked her hands down over his chest, her fingers finding his little nipples. She chuckled and murmured: "As stiff as mine, suck them." When he stooped down, she dropped back on the bed. He followed her, leaning down over her and immediately finding with his mouth one of the nipples her hands were presenting. She moaned. It didn't sound put-on. I moaned softly in empathy and arousal, holding my boobs and squeezing my nipples, and noticed that Ann was too. We gave each other little aroused smiles. She murmured: "All of them ... first." Tommy nodded and sucked Sue's other nipple, eliciting another moan. I was surprised then to see Ann's hand reach back and loosen her skirt. She stepped out of it and lay down in her panties next to Sue and murmured: "Now mine too." Tommy was surprised, but immediately move over on his knees to suck Ann's. Maybe her first moans were a little over done, but they still aroused me. My fingers could only try to do what his mouth could. Sue raised her head and nodded with a smirk. I didn't like that; I didn't need any encouragement for her to want him also to suck mine. I loosened my skirt. It dropped, and Sue sat up. As she stood up, she turned and said to Tommy: "The other one." I took her place on the side of the bed, now only wanting my boobs also to be sucked and nibbled. Ann's moans now sounded just aroused. I couldn't tell him "mine too," not my little brother, but I wanted him to. Ann helped me. After a better moan, she murmured: "Now Jessie's too." He hesitated, looking up at me, but my hands were squeezing and jiggling my boobs. I just glanced down at them. He moaned, and his head dropped down. I moaned; he hadn't need any, much experience to learn how to arouse a girl's nipple, and his hand had found my other one. His girlfriend had missed something. He hadn't done that with Sue and Ann. Then his mouth was on that one, and his fingers twisting and pulling the wet nipple he had been nibbling and licking. I moaned and suddenly thought, maybe he doesn't need the girls' help, if he already does this so good. I had to moan; he was - so good, wet panties good! "Enough you two, that was all six of them." "And we only have panties on. You too now, Tom." My brother had stopped nibbling at Sue's first remark, and raised his head in surprise at Ann's. He glanced over at her, still lying next to me, and glanced back at her hips. I wondered if he could recognize her hair through her panties. Then he rose up a little and looked down, seeing my panties. "Yours too?" he asked with a more surprised expression. I could just nod, also surprised at what they had said. "My pants?" he asked superfluously. "Or more," I heard Sue reply and Ann chuckle and add: "Sooner or later. We will too." He looked at me with raised eyebrows and wide eyes. I nodded and murmured: "I guess so. At least the pants ... first." "And then? ... And you too?!" I shrugged. He sat back on his heels and looked down at Ann's and my panties. Could he see that my cotton ones were moist? I was pretty sure that he could, if I spread my thighs, but I didn't. He looked back at Sue in just her panties, then looked back at Ann's. He gave a surprised "hmm!" He stood up, and I sat up and glanced down at Ann's panties. He could see her hair, a fringe of hairs above the elastic, which she had obviously pushed down a little. I heard her chuckle, and then she also sat up. We both watched his hands find the button of his pants, then he murmured: "This is embarrassing." We could see why; his cock was obviously aroused, bulging in his pants. Ann replied: "No reason for it to be embarrassing; we told you that we liked it that way, and your girlfriend does." "Why we're here," Sue added. He opened and let his pants drop. Boxer shorts, and his cock was wanting to spring out through the fly. Ann hummed. I couldn't take my eyes off it to see if she was grinning or smirking. He pushed his cock away from the edge of the fly, giving us a wry smile. Ann chuckled and remarked: "Before I pushed it the other way." He started at her so direct remark. I smirked slightly and said: "I saw you too, back then, but it wasn't so interesting." He chuckled with a grin, and we both had to laugh. Sue and Ann chuckled at our nervous reaction. His cock wasn't so aroused, when Sue stepped next to him and slid her arm around his waist, surprising him again. I thought I saw his cock twitch. "See, it's not so embarrassing," Ann murmured. "And besides, this is about girls," Sue added cheerfully, rubbing her breast on his arm. "But not just about girls," Ann remarked. "But first," Sue said. His cock had definitely twitched in his shorts. Ann and I were still sitting on the bed; it was almost right in front of our faces. Sue's pubic hair was clearly evident through her sexy panties, ones I would never have bought. Were they special for Tommy? He had glanced over at her and was looking again at Ann and me, at me with raised eyebrows. I shrugged, nodding over at Ann and towards Sue, thinking that by now he should have understood that I was going along with anything they wanted to do. Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 01 Crap! I had jiggled my boobs for him to suck, and he had and had used his hand to arouse my other one. He didn't need to learn anything about doing that; he didn't have to look at me to see if I was going to suggest anything - whatever he might be expecting. I sure wasn't expecting what then happened. Ann murmured: "If we're going to take off our panties, ..." Her hand rose and urged his cock closer to the fly of his shorts. He started, too surprised to do anything but catch his breath, staring down at her hand. It shoved it through his shorts the last bit, and it sprang out, bobbing slightly. We all gasped. It was just a good sized cock, but right there in front of Ann's and my faces, and Sue had leaned forward to peer at it. I saw her fingers grip his side, and she murmured: "You don't have to be embarrassed or worry about its size; it is very nice." "Um-hmm," Ann agreed. "I think so too," I found myself muttering. "Panties," Sue commanded softly, then chuckling and adding: "And your shorts too, ... if you can get them down over that." "I'll help you," Ann remarked and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, stretching it as far forward as she could. Poor kid, he had no choice! When she pulled it down, Sue's hand helped in back. He gave me a helpless glance. Did he expect me to help? The only thing I could have done was to push his stiff cock up, so that it would fit inside the waistband. I wasn't going to do that! He did, with an embarrassed expression. But I felt I had to cooperate somehow. The girls were busy with his shorts. I rolled back and stripped my panties past my hips, sudden realizing that my pussy would be the first one he saw. I sat back up before I removed them further, holding my thighs together. His eyes were darting back and forth between my crotch and his now free, erect cock. His shorts had dropped to the floor. Then his eyes were darting back and forth at Ann, who was doing what I had, and Sue, whose panties were sliding over her ass, her hair already showing. He moaned. It must have been entirely unconscious, his hand reached down and fondled his balls. What else could or should he have done with three girls about to show him their pussies! When Ann slid her panties down her thighs, I did, keeping my thighs together, not like I normally would have, or like Ann was, but all he could see was hair. He was looking, also down at my lap. I think I blushed; my little brother looking at me with nothing on, now my brother taller than me, with his cock bobbing in front of my face, his hand jostling his balls. "Me too," Sue remarked, plumping down next to me and grinning up at him. Did she have to rub her fingers in her hair and spread her thighs more than necessary? My thighs twitched together. Sue stared at his hand and asked with a smirk: "Want one of us to do that?" His hand dropped, and he blushed. He really hadn't realized what it had been doing. Ann snickered and said: "That's all right; Sue probably doesn't know what her fingers are doing." "They do! Wanted Tom to think about there." He chuckled, nodding, then a little bashfully said: "You didn't have to; I already was. Wasn't I supposed to?" "You were," Ann confirmed with a smile and added: "That's what this is about, what girls like, what they need, what guys should know." "But what most of them - all the ones we knew - didn't the first time," Sue enjoined. "Not just the first time," I remarked, a little to my surprise. Sue and Ann nodded. "Come, get on the bed with us, can't just stand there staring at us," Ann remarked. "Was I? I was," Tommy agreed with a grin. "And fondling your balls," Sue replied with a smirk. I understood that the language should get a little more direct. Tommy nodded with a shrug, not blushing. We girls all moved back on the now adjacent beds, and he joined us, sitting in a circle, the same positions we had had at the table. When the girls pulled their crossed calves up between their knees, he smirked and did the same, glancing between their thighs. Sitting directly across from my brother, I didn't want to sit like that, sitting with both knees together to one side. My glances at Sue's and Ann's hairy crotches suggested that he couldn't really see much, also seeing them from the side. We three could see that his cock had relaxed a little, down to the horizontal. We all chuckled, nodding, smiling in our new position together. Tommy looked at me. My nipples popped out. He smiled and murmured: "Liked sucking them." I rubbed my hands over them, but nodded with a smile. I was about to agree that I had liked the way he had, but didn't; I couldn't tell my brother that. He smiled again and said: "You look like the little mermaid, sitting like that." "Little mermaid?" Sue asked. "You weren't paying attention in that class," Ann replied with a superior grin, explaining: "A famous bronze statue in Copenhagen, sitting on a rock like Jess is, but with flippers instead of feet. Tommy nodded, giving Ann a smile. I must also not have paid attention, just smiled at him for his thinking I looked like a famous statue. Sue replied: "Oh yeah, now I remember, thinking that mermaids were fish from the waist down." "They are," Tommy replied with grin: "but the man who suggested a statue of his favorite ballerina insisted that she have legs." "Did they tell us that in school?" Ann asked. "No, I - we guys - liked her so much, that one of us found an art book that told that about her." "Mmmm! Hm-hmm! I can imagine why, if she was his 'favorite' ballerina," Sue remarked with a grin. "What we all thought so too," Tommy agreed, nodded,and returning her grin. We all snickered, nodding and smiling at each other. Tommy's cock had dropped down below the horizontal, a little to my relief. It had become comfortable to be naked with him and Sue and Ann, more comfortable when his cock wasn't pointing straight at me. Ann hummed, then chuckled and said: "He must have been an older man and known what such a lovely young girl wanted, if she was his favorite and willing to pose for a statue of herself." We were back to the present! Sue nodded with a grin, looking pointedly at Tommy's sagging cock. It stopped sagging. Sue snorted and remarked: "Why we're here. ... like this." I saw something I hadn't ever seen before. His cock was slowly rising by just small increments, a couple a second. It was going to be pointing at me again, if it continued. I shouldn't have kept looking at it, but I did. A girl shouldn't be watching her brother's cock doing that! "Mmmm! I think it wants to see something," Ann murmured. Shit, she was watching it too! "Um-hmm," Sue agreed. Were their pussies wet like mine between my clamping thighs? Had theirs twitched? Worse! Sue's fingers were back there scratching in her pubic hair. Much worse! Sue murmured: "Jess, show him yours; we could always see it in school, not like with all our hair." Fuck! Shit! Why did they have to remember that my sparse, light brown pubic hairs didn't hide my slit; that hardly - only a few hairs - grew down next to my pussy lips?! When I had seen others in school, at first I had been disappointed, thinking they were somehow more advance than I was, hoping I would grow more. I didn't. Then in college, a girl with a real bush said she wished hers was like mine, and a boy said he loved the way mine was. Maybe he was just making a compliment, but after that I was pleased and a little proud that my pubic hair didn't hide the skin beneath, that my slit could be seen - when a guy got that far. But - Fuck! - I didn't want my brother to see it; and especially not with that expletive! "Come on, Jess," Ann encouraged: "He just needs to look, to understand what we want to tell him." Fuck! Not that word again! What were they going to tell him, that needed him to see my pussy? In for a dime, in for a dollar, I was part of their scheme, and we three wanted him to learn about girls. He was looking at me, almost apologetically. Good brother, but his eyes dropped down. Of course, he wanted to see my pussy after what they had said. Blushing, I reluctantly, slowly raised my thigh. He was staring. Fuck it! I let it flop to the side, knowing that he wasn't going to see just my slit. I was aroused; my pussy lips were going to let him see more. He was staring and moaned. I felt that my cheeks were cherry red. He glanced up at my face with a more apologetic expression and murmured: "They told you to." "They sure did!" I replied, almost laughing in my nervous arousal. "We did," Sue said softly, apologetically." "Tell him, whatever you want," I replied. His cock was back at full mast, which only made me more aroused; he wasn't just going to see a pussy, going to see one all slick and wet. Ann said softly: "Forget that it's you sister's." "But it's like ours," Sue interjected. Her fingers were more than scratching in her pubic hairs. "Shut up!" Ann admonished her to my relief. Tommy's eyes were darting back and forth from my pussy to what Sue's fingers were doing. My fingers also wanted to, that is, my pussy wanted them to. Ann snorted softly and then said: "Sue's right, of course. The thing is with us girls is that it isn't just about your sticking it in. We all know that works for you, but we need something else. Hm-hmm! What Sue can't stop doing." "I thought he should see, ... besides, it feels good," Sue replied unabashedly with a grin." "It does," Ann continued: "but guys just want to stick it in and think that's it." I nodded. Tommy's and my eyes met, before they dropped down to see our respective, aroused genitals - his such a nice, aroused cock! I had seen a few. He had till now only seen my pussy. I hoped he liked it. What was Ann going to say next? "Jess, show him what we like, need, like Sue is, but Tom can't see why." Fuck! How did I get talked into this. Yeah, I wanted to rub my pussy - had been since I had spread my thighs and let him look at it - but I couldn't do that! Sue was, however, her fingertips hidden in her hair. She moaned and looked at me and murmured: "Forget he's your brother, just do it. You know it feels good." Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 02 "Jess, show him what we like, need, like Sue is, but Tom can't see why," Ann insisted. Fuck! How did I get talked into this. Yeah, I wanted to rub my pussy - had been since I had spread my thighs and let him look at it - but I couldn't do that! Sue was, however, her fingertips hidden in her hair. She moaned and looked at me and murmured: "Forget he's your brother, just do it. You know it feels good." They both wanted me to rub my pussy so that my brother could watch and learn where and how girls rubbed! They were right about where and how and that we did, but to show my brother?! He was fondling his balls again, his cock pointing straight at me. Ann murmured: "I will too; I want to too, looking at that cock." She also began to rub in her hair, then said: "I'll try to explain what we do." Tommy's eyes were darting back and forth again, watching their fingers. His cock twitched. Fuck! I had to, too! To hell with worrying about his being my brother; we wanted him to learn about girls. I gave him a wry smile, but he wasn't looking at me, and also began to rub with one finger. He then noticed the movement of my hand and stared at my finger rubbing over my clit, shifting it back and forth. He moaned, just glancing for an instant up at my face, then including me as his eyes darted around at three pussies that were being aroused. His cock was twitching. Sue's eyes were glued to it, and she moaned. Apparently, Ann wasn't yet so aroused. She murmured to him: "See, we're rubbing our clits, our clitoris. They're a little like the head of your cock, very sensitive." He nodded, now only looking at mine, the only one he could really see. I didn't have to look down to know that he could see what my finger was doing, nor to know that my pussy lips were letting him see a little between them. Did I moan? Probably. Sue certainly was. And Ann was. I must have been moaning. Oh, I know I was, when I saw his hand slide up and hold his cock. What else could he - should he - have been doing, watching three girls masturbating, three naked girls, all of us also fondling a nipple?! He wasn't just holding his cock, sliding skin up and down on it. It wasn't like that the couple of times I held one. I couldn't do that, make a thin roll of skin slide up on the knob. I heard Sue moan, and gave her quick glance. She was watching that too. Of course, I realized, the other guys had been circumcised, then thinking that nature had wanted cocks to be like the one I was staring at so that I could have done that. I was using more fingers, moaning. Sue's were moving as fast as they could, back and forth, like mine were. She moaned louder and extended her legs, her feet under Ann's knees, but not after Ann also stretched out her legs. Her fingers were moving up and down. Then she had both hands down between her thighs, fingers in her pussy. I also needed to extend my legs, crossing theirs. Then his longer legs joined ours, his feet next to my hips. We all chuckled slightly, rocking our knees once at this unexpected contact. We girls were all watching his hand, moaning at what our fingers were doing. He was also moaning. I glanced up at his face. He was scowling, as though something were bothering him. A few moments later, suddenly he grunted, and his cum shot out. The first big glob shot straight across and landed on my hand and the other ones landed on our legs. Sue groaned, and her legs twitched and quivered, and her body jerked. I had never seen another girl have an orgasm, but I knew the signs. I wanted mine too, but I wasn't that far along. Ann was closer to hers. She dropped back on the bed and let us see how her fingers were moving in her pussy, the more red than pink inner side of her pussy lips visible between her hairs. I didn't want to be last, doing all I could with my fingers. I knew the sheet was going to be wet, but slurping sounds Ann's fingers were making suggested that her orgasm was going to be even wetter. Her hips were twitching up and down. I opened my eyes, seeing Tommy staring at me. His hand was now just gently riding up and down on his cock. I closed my eyes again. Sort of like a toddler, if I couldn't see him, he wasn't there, my brother, watching me about to give myself an orgasm. I did, and then Ann did. Her hips had been bouncing on the mattress. Hers must have been very wet; when I opened my eyes again, she had her fingers in her mouth. I looked at Tommy. He was still holding his cock, looking at Ann, then at me and Sue with a wondering expression. Sue shrugged and remarked: "Girls taste good." Ann sat up. She snorted with a very wry expression, looking at Sue and me before she looked at Tommy. She snorted again with a wry smile, after a moment remarking: "Yeah, we do. Didn't know it was going to be like that. Kind of forgot you all." We all chuckled, nodding. Tommy then looked a little abashed and murmured: "I didn't want that to happen. Sorry." "Would have been funny, if you hadn't," Sue replied with a grin and rubbed a drop of his cum on her leg. Ann and I nodded with smiles and did the same. He then smirked and replied: "Couldn't help myself." "Hm-hmm! Sure looked like you were!" Ann countered. We all had to laugh. He and I looked at each other, grinning with raised eyebrows. When we stopped laughing, Ann remarked, looking at him: "Well, even if we didn't expect it to by like that, now you know what girls do, what we like to do." "When a guy can't help us, do it for us," Sue enjoined with a grin. Then she snickered and added: "And I wanted to do for you, but you already were." "Next time," I muttered with a grin, only then realizing what I was suggesting: a "next time" this afternoon, or some other time, another day? He gave me a very quizzical look. Ann and Sue chuckled, then Sue remarked: "I will. He won't cum so soon now. Hm-hmm! Maybe not just with my hand." "Sue!" I admonished her. "Why not, if she wants to," Ann replied. Tommy was totally flustered. His cock had wilted. It looked as though his hand was trying to hide it, as he glanced around at us. He took a breath and exhaled: "fu...", then blushed. Sue almost grinned with wide eyes. Ann murmured: "He didn't say that." He wasn't any less flustered, realizing that they both had made sense of what he had almost said. Sweet big sister, naked big sister, looking at her naked, not so little brother, who had shot his cum all over the place, I remarked: "I don't think he meant that, just a surprised expletive." He nodded with smile, and Ann and Sue did, although they couldn't suppress chuckles. Then Sue glanced down at his half concealed cock and remarked: "Maybe something else." Tommy just shrugged with a smile. It didn't look like he understood what I did from Sue's remark, remembering our loose talk the previous week, that we girls had all sucked cocks. Had Sue said that she liked to do it as much as I did? If she did - I remembered the generous spurts of his orgasm - she was going to get a mouthful, even if he couldn't cum that much again. Why did I swill my tongue around in my mouth? Did I want him to cum in mine?! Ann saved me from dwelling on that question: "We had planned for dessert after lunch, but somehow we didn't get that far." "A lot further," Sue enjoined with a grin. Tommy smiled with nod, while I was thinking that I hadn't expected that Sue would be so forward. "Dessert?" Ann repeated. Her tone suddenly reminded me of a teacher's trying to call a class back to order. It wasn't working; Sue grinned and replied: "If we can have that second bottle of wine with it." "Sue?! You want wine with vanilla ice cream?" "If it has to be. I could forgo the ice cream. Hm-hm-hmm! Won't say what vanilla ice cream lets me think of." Tommy snickered as immediately as Ann and I did. Sue nodded with her broadest grin, seeing that we had understood her implication. Tommy remarked: "I think there was still some noodle salad. It was very good." Ann nodded. Sue smirked and remarked: "Marathon runners like a meal of pasta." "The women too?" I asked, feeling that I should chime in. "There's more in the kitchen," Ann remarked with a grin. We all got off the bed and returned to the other room, then crowding in the small kitchen. I rather expected that Sue would somehow, somewhere, find an excuse to touch Tommy. She did, and he gave her a smile. His hand inadvertently also rubbed her hip. When Ann also brushed her hand over his ass, he seem a little surprised, but chuckled and then ventured to more than just rub hers, squeezing it - with a pleased response. My big, little brother was rising to the occasion a lot better than I expected, his nice cock had too.!" I crowded close behind him and fondled his ass. He chuckled and muttered: "You too?" His hand then on my ass was almost more than I wanted. Just "almost," I felt that I had to go to the bathroom. When I excused myself, the other then also felt the urge. We chuckled and trooped to the small bathroom. We were well passed any polite manners. I plumped down the toilet, just smirking as we all heard me pissing. Tommy's knees began to move like I remembered they did when he was a couple years out of diapers. Why hadn't I recognized then that he wasn't circumcised. I hadn't seen another cock. Ann nodded and suggested: "Washbasin." He just nodded in thanks and turned to it. Sue did smirk slightly at Ann, who just shrugged. When I stood up, Sue smirked and handed me a washcloth. She really was expecting we would do more, she, at least! But why should I wash my pussy, if she wanted to? When I - and Tommy - saw that they both also wiped their pussies with the damp cloth, we exchanged glances and shrugs. I suddenly wondered if he had washed his cock. We all chuckled again and returned to the kitchen. Ann got the bowl with the rest of the noodle salad , and Sue grabbed the bottle of wine with a triumphant grin. She poured, when we were back at our places. When she smiled and gave Tommy's glass an extra dash, I wondered if she had planned that, since his glass then was only as full as ours. We all smiled, smirked, drank, and ate. I didn't think Sue had to move her fork in her mouth, trying to catch Tommy's attention. It only worked the second time, He just smiled. It didn't look like he had understood the implication that I recognized. Ann had too, winking at me. Had they planned all this, I wondered. No, not that we all would masturbate together, but that had been good. But if it hadn't been part of their plan, what else was? My washing my pussy couldn't be, unless they wanted that to be an excuse for washing theirs - to do what? I took a long drink, and they did, and we smiled at each around the table. When Ann immediately took another drink, we all did, then smiling again and nodding. We ate a couple of bites, then Sue raised her glass, first looking at Tommy and the at Ann and me, and we all drank again. This time we chuckled with our smiles. When we did that again, our glasses need to be topped up. Sue did. After we had taken the last bites of our salad, Tommy grinned and raised his glass, looking at Ann and Sue and then at me, and said: "This is being a lot better birthday party than I expected." "For us too," Ann responded, returning his grin as she raised her glass. "Much better," Sue agreed with a grin, more like a smirk, also raising her glass. "For me too," I enjoined, raising my glass, but also wiping my other arm over my aroused nipples. "Not just yours," Ann or Sue remarked, and we all drank again, not just sips. When Tommy glanced around with a grin, I did. Sue's and Ann's nipples were just as aroused as mine again were. We looked at our almost empty glasses, swilling them around as we looked around the table at each other, smirking the second time around, our eyes meeting. I felt that my brother's and my smirks at each other weren't any different from those we had exchanged with Sue and Ann. Whatever they wanted to do with him was right by me, and if they wanted us to ..., whatever? I had already shown him how I got myself off. If he wanted to do that for me, ...? Or if he wanted me to for him ...? We all emptied our glasses, smirking and nodding again, as I continued my last thought: ... do that for him, holding his cock, feeling how it felt to slide his skin up and down on his stiff cock, and then make it cum like that again! I must have moaned or something; the others were all looking at me! I blushed, hoping they couldn't fathom my thoughts about holding my brother's cock and making him cum. Ann smiled and said: "It looks, no, it feels like it..." she glanced down at her aroused nipples with a grin and started over: "I want to; I hope you all want to go back to bed." What was it like for guys to suck them, I suddenly wondered, hearing throaty chuckles from Sue and Tommy. I nodded with them, and we all chuckled and smirked. When we stood up, I wondered if the other girls were also looking to see his cock. It wasn't erect but about as big as it would be if it were. Yeah, they must have also been looking; he smiled at them almost proudly, before he looked at me, still smiling but with a shrug. I nodded and also shrugged. "I want to hold it," Sue murmured so softly that it seemed she had unknowingly mouthed what she was thinking. "I do too," Ann replied, but not so softly. "I said it first," Sue answered, looking at his cock again. It had begun to stand out from his balls. "Bed," Ann said. We all nodded and returned to it. Sue almost jumped on it, moving over and lying on her side, and told him to lie down, patting the bed next to her. He gave me a glance. I nodded with slight smirk and said: "If they want to." "We do," Sue confirmed, glancing up at Ann to include her. She nodded with a smile, and he lay down, his cock flopping forward, almost resting on his belly. What was I going to do? Sue's hand looked like it was about to reach out and grasp his cock, but it waited until Ann lay down next to him. Sue moaned, and then her fingers slid around it. I saw it surge and twitch up, as he moaned, raising his head to stare down his body and watch her hand sliding up and down on it. Sue hummed with a smile and looked up at his face and said: "I always wanted to hold one like yours; it's just made for doing this." He nodded with a wry smile. Ann was watching Sue's hand and nodded. Her thighs twitched together. Mine did too. I was still standing next to the bed. He glanced up at me and then let his head drop back on the pillow. Yes, brother, I thought, try to forget I'm here watching, especially try to forget that I'm aroused by watching you lying between two naked girls who both want to hold your cock. Ann's hand was waiting to do something. It dropped down on his thigh. He started slightly. It slid up his thigh, and then her fingers gathered up his loose sack and fondled his balls. He moaned. Sue nodded with a soft chuckle, smiling over at Ann. She also nodded, but murmured: "Now I want to." Her hand slid up. Sue's let Ann's fingers replace hers around his cock. Ann hummed and experimented with moving the skin up and down, as Sue's fingers then fondled his balls. That must feel so good, I thought, envisioning how it would feel to slide my hand so easily on the uneven surface of his stiff cock, all the way up, like Ann's hand was doing, pushing that thin roll of skin up around the head of his cock - the lovely, now shiny purple-pink head of his cock. I wouldn't want to do only that with it; I'd want to lick it, have it in my mouth, if I could hold it like that. Suck my brother's cock?! I couldn't just stand there watching with twitching thighs. Fuck! My hand was already between my thighs. No, I wouldn't do THAT with him, but damned near anything else! Good thing that he couldn't see me. I glanced around and saw a chair and sat on it, resigned to just arousing myself again. What was the word, voyeur, someone who got it off watching others having sex, like in my fantasies, but they hadn't included what I was watching - in the flesh. I was a voyeur and was wanting to get it off again. It would be just as arousing, if he weren't my brother, even better; I wouldn't have any compunctions about my envisioning doing with him what Sue and Ann were with him. I watched them, arousing myself - pussy, nipples - and watched, breathing hard and moaning. Sue's hand then wanted to hold his cock, and Ann's let it. This time, however, Ann's fingers didn't return to his balls but began lightly to fondle the shiny head of his cock. He moaned in aroused surprise, and I moaned. Didn't she really want to suck it, lick it there, where one of her fingers was? She must also know how that aroused him. It did; he groaned and grabbed her hand. Sue's hand stilled. Ann murmured: "Don't you want to?" "Stupid question; can't help but want to, if you do that," he replied. I liked his so unabashed response, and Ann and Sue also seemed to, both chuckling. Sue replied: "Then let us, let her." "In her hand, that way?" "If she wants," Sue answered, giving Ann a smirk, who nodded. Sue snickered and added: "Or somewhere else. Hm-hmm! I bet she really wants to do that." Tommy raised his head with a startled expression, his eyes darting back and forth at them. Ann replied: "Not before he does that to one of us." "You want me to ...?!" he asked. He didn't wait for a reply, his head dropping back on the pillow, as he exclaimed softly: "Oh fuck." "Not that - yet," Ann replied with a chuckle. He shrugged on the bed, shaking his head in wonderment. Apparently he knew about oral sex. What, how much, had friends of his told from their experience? We hadn't known anything about it when we were his age; I hadn't understood what "69" meant, just heard the expression and wondered about the snickers. The head of his cock had lost its shininess, and my arousal had subsided. They both returned when Ann took his cock from Sue's hand, and she began to fondle the head of his cock. Tommy moaned with a chuckle, accepting the inevitable. I wanted to have my orgasm with him. Not like that, "with him"! I just wanted mine at the same time, didn't want to be still trying to have mine, when he came in Sue's palm. I had both hands down there, not the way I usually did when I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible, but now I was in hurry, needed everything my fingers could do on my clitoris and in my pussy. He still came before I did. He grunted, and his hips rocked up. Sue and Ann groaned with twitching thighs. I remembered what Ann was feeling, his cum pulsing through the back of his cock. I could only imagine how felt for Sue, feeling it shooting in her hand, making her chuckle throatily. That did it for me; I came with very wet fingers in my pussy. Success! He was still sighing and moaning. He couldn't see that I was licking my fingers. Girls taste good, and I liked the way I did, like Ann had. Then I saw Sue lick her palm, and saw that Tommy also saw what she was doing. He gasped. She just grinned at him and licked again. If he didn't know much about oral sex - hadn't known much - he knew now that at least Sue did and wanted him to know it. Were we going to do that? No! Was one of them going to? Ann had said that he had to do it to one of us first. What did he think about that? Sue had been warming him up for it, telling him that girls taste good. We did, I did - any different from how other girls tasted good? Tommy reached down and fondled their hands. He was being a great sport about this, doing and saying the right things. I hadn't really thought about his reactions to what Sue and Ann had planned, just hoping that he would go along with it. Had they really planned that it would be like this? No, Ann had said that she was surprised that we had all been masturbating together; they were playing it by ear. What was going to happen now, next? Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 02 Not what I expected. The girls sat up, and then Tommy did, seeing me again. I was glad that my thighs were back together, wondering if anything was dripping from the wooden chair. He looked around at the three of us, at Sue and Ann again and asked: "Should I say thank you? It sure was good, but I guess you know that, and - well - you said that you wanted to." "We sure did," Sue replied with a grin, holding up her hand. Ann nodded with a grin. He chuckled and said: "I guess I should do something for you, not sure what." Ann and Sue smirked at each other. Sue nodded for Ann to say something. She hesitated a moment, then said: "That's why you're here, why we invited you, to learn about girls. You've seen what we like, like better when a guy does it for us." "Mmmm! Gladly, try to, but both of you?" "Draw straws," I suggested. They all looked at me, then at each other, shrugging. Then Sue smirked and said: "With you Jess; you've just had to watch, while we had fun." "And Tom can see better what he's doing," Ann added. Had they forgotten that we were siblings?! Not forgotten, but wanting us to forget? I avoided looking at my brother, blinking between looking at Ann and Sue. Their expressions didn't suggest that they were thinking about that. Worse, I didn't want to remind them, but I couldn't just agree. I had an excuse: "I wasn't just watching, why I sat down, wet chair." I ventured a glance at Tommy, who looked a little relieved. If he looked relieved, had he, however, been worried that I would agree with their suggestion? Would he have, if I had agreed? "That doesn't matter, " Sue remarked. She continued, but I wasn't hearing her, wondering if she meant our being siblings or the fact that I had just had another orgasm, just hearing her last words: "... prettiest pussy. If I were him, it would be the one I chose." Ann nodded. Damn! So did my brother with a slightly abashed expression. Crap! He wanted to; He wanted to play with my pussy! I could only hope that my knees were so close, that they couldn't recognize that my thighs had twitch. I said the first thing that came to mind, looking at Sue: "If you were him, ... what?" She blushed. Was she, had she been thinking she would do anything with my pussy? Ann and Tommy were also looking at her, waiting for her response. Were her nipples sticking out because we were looking at her, or because of my question or what she had been thinking before I asked? Mine were too, I felt. She took a breath and replied: "I just thought it would be the one nicest for him to ..., the first time." Could she think that, without thinking how it would be for him? Shit! She could have picked up on my suggestion about drawing straws, or been more direct, like she had about want to hold his cock. It wasn't as wilted as it had been, I noticed - my eighteen year old brother's. "Oh, just let him," Ann remarked: "Yours is really the best one for his first time, can see better than in all our hair." Sue nodded, looking relieved. I didn't dare look at him. I tried to get back to his original offer and asked: "But this was all about his wanting to try to do it for one of you." He nodded emphatically, catching my eye, then smiling slightly. Then Ann looked at him and remarked: "Yes, that's very considerate of you, Tom, but this is for you; Jessie's is better for that." Sue nodded. Why did I have to see that his cock was larger again? He looked at them in turn and asked: "But what are you going to do?" He was acquiescing to their suggestion! At least, none of them was looking at me and seeing my thighs twitch again. I held my knees tight together to avoid that happening again. Ann and Sue were looking at each other. Ann said: "We'll just watch." "That's unfair," he replied. "If Jess had to?" Sue replied. He looked at me and remarked: "But you found that so arousing." "Hmm! I sure did, and they weren't doing what arouses girls." "It did you," Sue remarked. "I meant, you know, his doing something that you would like to feel," I explained. Both of them nodded with an um-hmm. Damn! My thighs twitched apart and back together. Sue almost grinned and said: "You want him to." Then she grinned at Ann and added: "And we'll just have to watch." I caught my breath, blushing. She had recognized that I wanted him to! And Ann had recognized something else, also catching her breath, then remarking questioningly: "But not like Jess was." Sue just smiled with a shrug. Ann caught her breath again, blushing, exhaling and taking another deep breath before she murmured: "We're not like that. You're not like that. We've been living together for two years." "No, we're not," Sue replied, then snorted and added: "hearing each other getting it off. Hm-hmm! Maybe we'll want to." "You'd want to?! With me?!" Sue gave Ann a conciliatory smile and shrugged, then replied: "Maybe not. Weren't you ever curious - just curious - about what we like guys to do. I have been." "You need to be curious? We can do it better than they can, if that's all they do." "I wasn't suggesting that, ... but you're right, if that is all they do." "Sue! You don't want to do that?!" Tommy and I were glancing back and forth at them, and at each other with surprised smirks. I thought it sounded like they had a bigger problem than he and I did. Had we tacitly agreed that he could play with my pussy? It seemed like it. But they were already thinking about more than just fingers in each other's pussy. Would Tommy want to do that too, lick my pussy? Did he understand that? Sue had told him that it would taste good. Were we all drunk? Sue smiled wryly and replied: "Just curious, if they liked to do that. I don't care who does to me. Oh, I care, but if the person wants to, can't make any difference then." "You want me to, too?!" Ann murmured with a disturbed expression on her face. "Just see what happens," Sue replied. "I'm not sure I want to," Ann murmured, still looking disturbed, but she hadn't said she wouldn't. Sue looked at Tommy and then at me and said: "So do it, and help him, and we'll see what happens." He and I looked at each other, both with wry expressions, but my thighs had twitched again, and his cock was attractively aroused, just horizontal. He was still sitting between them. Ann still looked nonplussed, as Sue clambered over his and Ann's legs, then glancing at me and gesturing for him to move over and for me to get between between him and Ann. He moved over, giving me a shrug, and moved up between them. Ann was shaking her head. Tommy just looked at me with raised eyebrows. Sue was already lying down and touched Ann to also lie back. Tommy and I looked at each. Is there a facial expression "if you want to, I do"? We nodded and also dropped back, both looking at the ceiling, like Ann and Sue were. Someone had to say or do something. I pressed my thigh against his. His responded, but that was all. We had to do it; he had to do it. I reached over and murmured: "Give me your hand." He raised the one between us. Did Sue chuckle? I said: "The other one." It reached over. Was he now that shy about what we were going to do? I grasped it and put it on my pussy. His fingers explored in my pubic hair. Sue did chuckle very softly. When I spread my thighs, the other one touching Ann's, her twitched away, but returned. When I urged his hand to explore further, he finally rolled towards me on his side, his engorged cock flopping down on my thigh. Was that why he had been reluctant to do the obvious? Ann started, her thigh moving again. I raised my head enough to see that Sue's near hand was on Ann's pussy. Sue had really meant that she wanted to. I encouraged his fingers to move, helping them find the hood over my clitoris. He hummed when he felt it. I moaned encouragingly. We shouldn't be doing this, but we were, much too late to worry about why we shouldn't be. I felt his cock twitch on my thigh. Thank goodness, he was as aroused as I was - very. Ann moaned. Sue rolled towards her. I didn't have to raise my head to see that her other hand reached over and found Ann's pussy. She moaned again, and her thighs twitched open. Of course, Sue's fingers knew what to do and where. Tommy's weren't so experienced. I wanted them to move a little faster and encouraged them. They did, and I moaned in appreciation, and his cock was twitching. When Ann moaned again, I silently willed her: do it too; you know how as good as Sue does. I saw Sue's thigh rise up; she did want Ann to, inviting her to find her pussy with her fingers. With a chuckling moan, Sue dropped her thigh down. Ann had! Now we could do anything we wanted, all four of us doing something! Tommy chuckled, apparently also having seen that Ann had joined in. Anything we wanted: I urged his fingers to find my opening. He nodded, letting me guide his fingers there. One found it. He chuckled at his discovery, and it probed. I moaned, nodding, and encouraged it to probe further. It did. Sure, his rubbing my clitoris was how I was going to have an orgasm, but he should learn everything about a pussy, and it felt good to feel his larger finger's exploring for its first time in mine. Sue had moaned, and then Ann again, who suddenly rolled away from me. I could only imagine that her other hand was finding Sue's pussy, It must have; Sue moaned with a chuckle and murmured: "Finally! You know what to do." They moaned, and I did, and Tommy's cock twitched. It wanted to be held again, had to be held, and my fingers were itching to hold it and feel what Sue's and Ann's had held. My fingers slid around it. It twitched, and he moaned in surprise. It felt so good, even before my hand began to jog and move his thin skin on the surface of his so stiff and twitching shaft. I moaned. I wanted something like it in my pussy. I murmured: "Two fingers." Sue chuckled before his second finger found its way in my wet pussy. I groaned, wanting everything; nipples and clitoris. My hand on his reached up and grabbed one of my breasts, then I murmured: "Suck, nipples!" He could do that better than my fingers - he had already - and I could rub my clitoris. He did, and I did. My other hand was instinctively clutching and rubbing his cock. We moaned, and Ann and Sue did, whatever they were doing for each other. It sounded almost as arousing. It couldn't have been as arousing as what mine and his fingers were doing for me, or what my other hand was doing for him. His hips had begun to twitch. He was groaning and almost biting my stiff nipple, and then he grunted, and I felt his cum shoot through his cock. Where did it go? I opened my eyes and saw the second spurt shoot out across my hips and land on Ann's, below the first one. Fuck! His third orgasm and that strong! The other spurts laid a trail over me. Ann had given a surprised start, but it seemed that only increased her effort to satisfy Sue and hers to reciprocate. Tommy had stopped sucking and fucking with his fingers, and mine had stopped rubbing. I began to rub myself again and insisted: "More, suck and fuck." He did, as I realized the word I had used. He didn't move his cock in my hand, and I just clutched it to have something to hang on to, as I felt my orgasm approach. Funny! I suddenly was thinking that I wanted it for him to experience. We both experienced it, as good as I could have hoped. I had to hold his hand still, gasping and moaning. He released my nipple and raised his head, looking down at me with a wondering expression. Should I tell my little brother that he had given his big sister a great orgasm, or compliment him for coming so good again? His fingers were still in my wet pussy. I snorted slightly and suggested: "Want to taste me?" His fingertips twitched, and he shrugged and slipped his fingers out. I felt pussy juice slid down to my asshole, as he brought his hand up and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He smiled, chuckled and nodded. He sucked, as he pulled them out and smiled again, murmuring: "You do taste good." "Told you we all do," Sue remarked, reminding me that she and Ann were there and apparently listening. Tommy glanced over Ann at her in surprise, then smirked and asked: "You too?" "Hm-hmm! Only one way to find out. We didn't get that far." "We didn't, but, Sue, you weren't thinking of doing that?!" Ann remarked, staring at her." "We didn't get far enough," Sue said with complaining moan. "We did," I replied, pleased, proud that we had." Ann rolled back with a snicker and remarked: "If he came like that again." "How?" Sue asked in surprise. "Twice on my rump," Ann replied with a chuckle. "Did I?!" Tommy asked, then grinning at me and sitting up. "You sure did!" I agreed, then chuckled and wipe up the other drops I could find and licked my fingers. A shocked expression crossed his face and he replied: "You like that? I tasted it once, just once." "I didn't like it the first time, either," Ann agreed, then wrinkled her nose and added: "but, well, like some strange tasting things people eat in Asia, I guess it's an acquired taste." "You like it?!" he asked. "I like how much he likes it when I do it for him." Tommy was a little flustered. Sue sprang in and agreed: "Yeah, like that, and ... well, you saw that Jess likes it." Tommy wobbled his head questioningly, looking at me and then at Ann and Sue, then snorting and remarking: "If you do; I'm glad I'm a male, if you all taste as good as Jess." I was passed worrying about anything that happened. If Ann and Sue wanted him to get the whole tour of what girls and guys could do, now I could go along with anything: pussy licking, cock sucking, and, of course, fucking. Could he have another orgasm in one of their mouths and then still want to fuck? Which of them? Sue also sat up and looked down at Ann and me, then fondled Ann's breasts with one hand. Ann held her hand still with a surprised expression, but then chuckled and said: "Not in front of company." "Hmm? Should have thought to do that before, or what Jess told Tom to do," Sue replied, grinning and rubbing Ann's other nipple with her other hand, then chuckling and remarking: "It doesn't mind, likes it, nice and stiff." "Sue, stop it! Even if it doesn't," Ann replied but with smile. Tommy snickered and fondle my breasts. We all chuckled softly at our familiarity, increased when Ann reached up and fondled one of Sue's breasts. She hummed with a nod and smile and remarked: "Mine likes it too." Ann took her hand away and sat up, and then I did. We all looked at each other, a little quizzically with mild shrugs. Apparently, the others were also wondering what was going to happen next. Did one of them really want to fuck him, both of them?! Want to maybe, but how many times could he cum, want to? Well, he didn't have to cum to do that, just let them make it stiff enough so that he could stick it in. How? Had he understood all the talk about tasting, that they could want to suck his cock, want him to lick their pussies? We had been silent long enough for me to complete those thoughts, glancing at the others. I wasn't going to suggest anything, that was sure; bad enough that I had let him put his fingers in my pussy. Let him? I had urged him to, and then couldn't resist holding his cock! And I had told him: "suck and fuck"! Jessica, you are a bad girl, maybe a good sister, a very bad, good big sister! We had been silent too long. Sue snickered softly with another shrug and looked at him and said: "You still haven't tasted us, and we really didn't finish what we started, while you two did." Ann nodded, looking as though she didn't want to say anything. I wasn't going to. Tommy looked at them and then at me. I just raised my eyebrows. He looked at them again and said: "I guess ..." He hesitated and started over: "After all this, I guess I'll do whatever you want, ... guess I should, ... since it's your party for me." Sue smiled brightly. Ann nodded. He looked at me for my response. I tilted my head towards Ann and Sue and replied softly: "If you want to. I think that was the idea of the party, their present for you." Ann and Sue both nodded with smiles. He smiled back with a shrug. Ann glanced over at Sue for her to say something. She wrinkled her nose at having the ball passed back to her, then looked at him and said: "You haven't tasted us yet, not like you tasted Jessie, like we really like guys to taste us." "I guess I said 'whatever you want'. Have to tell me what to do." "Oh, we will," Ann replied with a grin. Sue nodded emphatically, also grinning, then remarking: "Might be more fun just letting you discover by yourself." "Yeah, probably, after how you've seen what we do and felt Jessie's pussy," Ann agreed. "Draw straws," I muttered, trying to be helpful, but then remembering that that suggestion had resulted in their telling him to learn about my pussy. I quickly added: "But he's not going to lick my pussy." He started slightly at my words. Hadn't he known that that was what they were talking about? Or was he just shocked by my being so direct? Then he suddenly chuckled, almost laughing. He caught his breath and grinned at them and said: "If that's what you want me to do; I said 'whatever'." Their thighs twitched. Ann snickered and said: "Alphabetical order." "All the better," Sue agreed: "then you'll know how to do it better with me." We all snickered. I resigned myself to just watching again. Ann moaned and moved from between Sue and me. Ann slid around to the side of the bed and almost commanded: "Kneel on the floor." Tommy, the willing "élève", scrambled around and did. Why did I suddenly think of the French word for a pupil? Because oral sex was said to be a French speciality? Ann was dropping back on the bed with her hips on the edge of it, holding up her thighs and looking down, waiting to see his face between them. When she could, he wasn't looking at hers, however. What did a pussy look liked from that angle, I wondered. Could he see her asshole? Had guys seen mine?! No, it had always been too dark. Ann's thighs flopped apart. I moved closer to Sue to watch better, seeing him lick his lips. "Not just your lips," Ann murmured, grasping her thighs and drawing her knees back. He nodded obediently and lowered his head. Ann nodded with an encouraging moan. Where was he licking? I rolled towards Sue, my head nearer hers. We could both see his head move, only surmise that his tongue was lapping the full length between her pussy lips. Sue nodded with a soft moan, and her thighs twitched apart. One of mine drew up, sliding over hers, like it had over guys' thighs, more comfortable, shifting my weight and hips towards her. She just nodded, and her thigh drew up a little, like the guys' had, also more comfortable. We watched, hearing Ann's encouraging, chuckling moans. Suddenly he raised his head and looked up between her thighs and said: "You really do taste good." I could imagine his smile or grin, and then his face was back on her pussy. Ann moaned again, then chuckled and murmured: "Not just where I taste so good; where we rub." Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 03 Sue and I watched, hearing Ann's encouraging, chuckling moans. Suddenly he raised his head and looked up between her thighs and said: "You really do taste good." I could imagine his smile or grin, and then his face was back on her pussy. Ann moaned again, then chuckled and murmured: "Not just where I taste so good; where we rub." Sue and I chuckled softly, nodding, and then I realized that my hand was on her breast. Hadn't she noticed? I held it. She just nodded. It felt good to have another girl's breast in my hand, like my own did, but it wasn't mine, but I knew what mine would want my hand to do. Would she object, if I aroused her nipple? I couldn't keep my fingers from finding out. She just snorted softly, as we both felt it stiffen. She nodded and whispered: "If you're going to do that, ..." Her far hand found her pussy, her thighs spreading a little more. I drew mine up further, feeling her hand moving under it. She nodded with a soft moan, and her hand was moving faster. I felt my pussy go moist. What were we doing? I wanted it too, and my hips rocked. "Mine too," I murmured and squeezed her breast, then hoping that she understood that I didn't want my breast squeezed, that I wanted my pussy aroused. Oooh! She did! Her hand down between us turned and found it. I moaned with a nod, and she did, the fingers of both her hands rubbing. If she could it with Ann and me, I could. My hand left her breast, sliding down her forearm and over her hand, feeling her fingers rubbing like I had seen them doing after lunch. Her other fingers cupped around my pussy lips for a moment, just squeezing them together, but her other fingers spread, inviting mine to slip between them and touch her there. Mine did, and hers squeezed them and began to move again, and her fingers on me began to rub again. I heard her chuckle very softly, then her hand slipped from under mine and was on top of it, encouraging my fingers to rub. I moaned softly and rubbed, liking that we both did it the same way, back and forth. Feeling her more pubic hair was a slightly surprising, new sensation for my fingers, but feeling her clitoris under its hood was so familiar to them. She moaned, rubbing mine. After a few moment, she murmured: "Then suck, too." Hadn't I also asked myself what it was like to suck a girl's nipple? She was asking me to! I curled down over her and did. She moaned again. Her stiff nipple was so nice to suck and lick, and I knew how it was feeling for it, for her - arousing, like when Tommy had been sucking mine. Remembering that suddenly reminded me that we were not alone. He and Ann were there, he licking her pussy. Forget them; sucking and nibbling Sue's nipple and rubbing her pussy - and feeling her rubbing mine - were too arousing to think about them, but then I was aware that not just Sue and I were moaning. "Oh!" Ann's surprised exclamation startled me, also Sue; our fingers stopped moving. I raised my head and looked at them. Ann's head was turned. She was staring at us. Then I saw Tommy's head rise, and he was also looking at us, at first with a surprised expression but then grinning and licking his lips. Ann snickered and said: "Oh, that's good." She looked back at Tommy and said: "More, and now with your fingers." I thought he gave me a nod and last grin, and then his face disappeared. When I turned my face back down over Sue, I realized that I had blushed when I saw that my brother had seen what I was doing. Too late, and why shouldn't his sister enjoy doing what he could do? I was, and if another girl wanted to rub my pussy - Sue was again - why shouldn't she? Her fingers felt just as good and arousing as his had, and he couldn't have enjoyed arousing her nipple more than I was, or having rubbed my pussy. He could not! Sue and I knew how it felt for each other, knew what another girl was feeling and wanting better than he could. We did, both chuckling softly, when we heard Ann telling him what she wanted his fingers to do; we knew where. They and his tongue must have done what she wanted; I felt the mattress moving, recalling how her hips had bounced when she had her orgasm after lunch, and now her aroused gasps and moans were completely unrestrained. Hearing them triggered mine and Sue's orgasms. When had her thigh drawn up closer between mine, which had been twitching together on it? We were also gasping and moaning. She rolled towards me, her other thigh over mine, all four of them clutching together, our faces together, as our arms instinctively embraced each other. After another gasp and long moan, suddenly she was kissing me, really kissing, her tongue between her lips. Mine wanted to touch it. What were we doing? Girls kissing like that, like this? We were, and I wanted to, too! "Looks like it was good." Ann's remark suddenly again reminded me that she and Tommy were there. I felt Sue's stomach contract when she snorted sharply. I felt that I was blushing again at the recognition that my brother could have seen me kissing another girl. Sue replied with an emphatic: "Hhmmm!" adding: "It was. ... That just sort of happened." If she was talking about our kissing, that didn't lessen my blush, but I had to look with Sue at them. We rolled apart and sat up. I expect that Sue just grinned at them. Tommy was sitting up between Ann's thighs, her feet now back on the floor, grinning at us. Still embarrassed, I managed to agree: "It was." "It was here too," Ann replied, giving Tommy a smile. He nodded vigorously, licking his lips and wiping his face. Then he snickered with a grin and looked at Sue and said: "You're right: girls taste good, real good when like ..." he gave Ann a smile. "When you make me that good," she replied, returning his smile. They looked at each, nodding and smiling sweetly. My big, little brother, who had only kissed girls, had licked Ann's pussy so good that she said that and was smiling at him like that. But he was still a virgin, hadn't had his cock in a pussy - yet. I sure hadn't anticipated everything else that had happened, especially not that he and I would be masturbating each other, and most especially not what Sue and I had just done. I hoped I wasn't blushing again at that thought. Were they still thinking about that, taking his virginity? Was one of them going to suggest it? Tommy smiled again at Ann and murmured: "It was so good, and arousing." "Um-hmm, for us too, when we do that," Sue agreed. He looked at her, surprised by her commenting on his remark to Ann, who, however, nodded and agreed softly: "It is." I must have unconsciously also nodded; I knew it was, remembering suddenly how aroused I was when I sucked a cock, especially when it came in my mouth, then recalling that that seldom had resulted in "his" fucking me. Tommy looked at me, as I concluded my thought, that if Sue wanted to suck his cock and then wanted to take his virginity - give him their birthday present - that she shouldn't let him come in her mouth. He was still looking at me. I shrugged, glancing at Sue and the back at him with a smile, and said: "Almost sounds like Sue wants to." He looked surprised again, glancing at her. I didn't dare glance over at her, but still saw out of the corner of my that she nodded slightly - with grin, or just a smile? I did, however, see Ann nod and that she gave me a smile. Had they planned which of them would, maybe not suck his cock - if they had also planned that - which one could fuck him, let him fuck her? We girls all knew that hadn't been so good the first time. If they had planned for that, maybe they had been thinking that their present really be a generous offer, sucking and fucking, if his cock still wanted to. Ann smiled again at Tommy, then at Sue, then back at Tommy - still kneeling between her thighs, her pussy that he had licked still right in front of him. Her fingers slid down over it, just covering it. She smirked slightly and said: "I think Jess is right; Sue wants to do that, ... and whatever else she - you two - want to do." Tommy looked surprised again. Sue nodded. Ann and I looked at each other and also nodded. He looked at Sue with a still surprised, now also quizzical expression. I now looked over at her for her response. She nodded again with a smile and murmured: "I want to, that and whatever else. Hm-hmm! Especially 'whatever'." Tommy looked at her with nonplussed expression, then smiled wryly with a shrug and muttered: "If you think I can again." "You can, not both ways, save it for 'whatever'." Tommy grinned very wryly with another shrug, glancing at me, then back at Sue, and replied: "Guess I said: 'whatever you wanted'." "You did," Ann interjected with a smile, adding: "Our birthday present." Tommy began to chuckle, but then we all were laughing, hilariously, as though someone had told a fantastic joke. In a way, the whole afternoon as being one. I caught my breath and said: "Didn't know your present would be so well wrapped." We all broke into laughter again. Then Ann said: "Lots of delightfully arousing layers of wrapping paper." We all smirked, nodding and snickering. The point of the joke was now so obvious, but we broke into laughter again, when Sue grinned with a hum and added: "But not yet the last layer, but then ..." she smirked again looking straight at Tommy and finished: "... then 'whatever'!" Ann and I nodded with broad grins. Tommy's expression was less cheerful, as he glanced down at his cock, out of sight behind Ann's thigh for Sue and me. He looked back at her. She nodded with just a smile and said: "Why, how I want to unwrap it." "Anything you want," he replied, looking more cheerful. "I do, ... and then 'whatever'." Did Ann and Sue hear his so softly muttered "fuck"? Ann did, murmuring: "Exactly." He started, looking at her. Sue nodded, and then I did, getting another one of his glances. Then he looked at Sue with another shrug, smiling, and repeat his previous words: "Anything you want." "I 'want'!" she replied emphatically, then humming and adding: "That too, what you suggested." "I did?" he asked with a feigned expression of surprise, grinning. Then he glanced at Ann and me. Good brother, I thought, remembering that we were there, maybe also remembering that he had given us both good orgasms, wanting our agreement. "You did," Ann confirmed with a smile, nodding, adding: "and we want you to." I nodded. Sue smiled at us for our agreement, then smirked and remarked: "And you two can also do anything you want; Jess and I almost did. Come, Tom, get back on the bed." While Ann drew back her thigh to let him, and he did, Sue's words sank in. She and I had only "almost" done anything she had wanted? Had she wanted to lick my pussy? I had wanted to taste her pussy juice on my fingers, but then we had been embracing. She was suggesting that Ann and I should taste each other's pussy? Sue was crawling up between Tommy's thighs. His cock was engorged, but not standing up. Ann was also crawling up next to me. What did she want to do? Had she also understood Sue's implication, the suggestion that we could do more than Sue and I had? Sue was raising Tommy's cock to her lips. That had been so nice the couple of times I could start sucking one before it was fully aroused. Ann's hand was on my breast; I couldn't watch what Sue was doing, just hear Tommy' moan, as I turned to Ann, finding her breast. We smirked at each other, squeezing, then rubbing thumbs over protruding nipples and chuckling. Whatever - that word! - we had already indicated that we weren't just going to watch them, and I didn't want to. I should watch her sucking his cock and then their fucking? Ann and I should, holding each other's breast already, after we both had had our fingers in her pussy, and hers in ours? Fuck! No, we couldn't do that, but anything else. Ann squeezed my breast an murmured: "He said I tasted good." "Um-hmm, and that I did." "Didn't you taste Sue, lick your fingers?" "Mmmm! I wanted to, but then ..., well, you saw what happened." "Um-hmm, I would have too," Ann replied softly. When her hand left my breast and tentatively began to slid around my side, my hand gave her breast a last squeeze and unhesitatingly slid over hers, drawing us closer - breast on breast. We kissed, our tongues caressing. Our thighs overlapped, twitching together in conformation that we both wanted them to; then loosening and sliding up closer to each other's pussy and clasping again. Was kissing Ann and Sue more arousing than kissing some guy that way? At that moment with Ann it was! My hand slid down her back, and then hers slid down mine, and they both slid over the other's round ass. We both moaned, our tongues caressing, and our thighs loosened and let the other's draw up further. They clutched together, but then opened again, more than before, and then they were up against our pussies, being clutched again, as our hips rocked, and our tongues confirmed our agreement about what we were doing. I wanted to do "anything", anything she wanted to, only able to think of what else two girls could do. Ann's tongue disappeared back in her mouth. My tried to follow it - again. They both had been doing as much as tongues could do. Ann whispered: "If you taste good, like he said, and that I do ..." "Like he also said," I interjected, squeezing her breast. I looked in hers eyes, our faces so close that each of mine was looking at one of hers. Were mine also dilated, aroused? She exhaled sharply. I felt her breath on my chin. After a couple of seconds, she whispered: "They're going to be surprised." "Not much more than you were, when you saw me and Sue." Ann nodded slightly with almost silent chuckle, then whispered: "They could almost expect it after all that has happened." "Um-hmm. . . . I want to." Ann nodded. I began to turn around, hoping the movement wouldn't catch their attention. It didn't, but just then Sue raised her head and looked at his very aroused cock, wet with her saliva, then looked up at his face and murmured: "Before you cum in my mouth." I froze, hearing his deep moan as he nodded. Then Sue did glance over. Her eyebrows shot up. I blushed. Then she smirked and said: "Yeah, do it; I probably would. Hm-hmm! We might have before; had to be thinking about it." I smiled wryly with a slight nod, feeling less embarrassed, until I saw Tommy glance over with a surprised expression. My blush returned. Then he chuckled with a grin and said: "Whatever you want to do. I guess that goes for you too." We all snickered and nodded. Sue held his cock, jogging her hand, and looked back at him with smirk and said: "I know what I want to do." As I continued to turn around, I saw her clambering up over him. It was very tempting to watch them, but Ann was rolling on her side, drawing up her thigh and raising the other one. I lay down with my head on her thigh and looked at my first pussy. Had I thought that: "my first pussy"? Was I going to look at another one - and do this with someone else?! My thigh was under Ann's head; she was looking at mine. Then her hand held my ass and drew her face closer to it. My hand did the same. As our tongues made first contact, I heard Sue and Tommy both moan, long, pulsing moans. Her pussy must be sliding down on his cock. I licked my first pussy, and the first girl licked mine. Of course, we both knew what to do, what guys had done to us, but we knew exactly how it was feeling for another girl, and Ann's pussy did taste so good. Sue was murmuring to Tommy: "Yeah, hold them. Mmmm! Told you, showed you what girls like; I'm just going sit still - try to - and rub." "Whatever you want," I heard him reply. Ann and I both chuckled silently at his repeated remark. This was being too good, not only enjoying what we were doing, but from Sue's words, having an impression of what they were doing. I loved to be on top, after a guy let me, and he had loved it that way too, but I had never dared to rub myself, much less tell him that I wanted to. Tommy was getting a really great first time. I was too, and Ann also was, both of us moaning in response to what the other did, taking turns teasing each other. Guys couldn't know how that was. Maybe, theoretically, they could, but it hadn't happened, when I was sucking his cock and he was licking my pussy. Maybe something to try sometime, but I couldn't imagine my telling him I wanted to do that. When a cock was in my mouth, he just wanted to cum. I wanted him to, too, but it would be fun to prolong our pleasure. That was no problem with Ann; we both had discovered how to do that, not just to pause to eavesdrop on Sue and Tommy, listening to their moans and murmured comments, Tommy's first now: "Um-hmmm! Fuck, that feels good!" "For me too, feeling you surge in me." "Almost too good." "I'll stop. This is so good. I never told a guy I wanted to do that." "You - you all - had already shown me. ... Uh, what did you do, if you didn't do that?" "This," Sue replied. "Oooh! That feels good too." "Um-hmm!" Ann, who was lying facing them, moved my leg. We had both stopped licking to listen. She chuckled and murmured: "She's rocking her hips on his." I nodded, appreciating that she understood that I was wondering. Then we were both licking again and exchanging moans. We had to stop again; Tommy had groaned and murmured: "That too, again?" "Can't help it, have to," Sue muttered in a strained tone and moaned. Tommy groaned again. She was obviously rubbing her clitoris again, and it sounded like Tommy wasn't going to be able to hold off his orgasm; we had heard him groan like that three times already. He did again, louder, and then grunted and grunted again and exclaimed: "Oh fuck! I came." "Mmmm! Good, felt it, ... but I haven't yet," Sue replied. He gave a disappointed moan and then asked: "More? Uhnnn!" "You can, you'd better. Yeah, suck them." Sue must have dropped down over him and started really fucking. Ann said - not in a whisper: "We haven't either." We grabbed each others hips, sliding our hands under each other's waist to grasp them with both hands and licked, no longer teasing. What was her orgasm going to be like? Could she have one without fingers in her pussy, like she had done and told Tommy to do? I wanted her to and did everything I could with my tongue. She also was. Distantly, I was aware of Sue's and Tommy's quickly repeated moans, letting me think that was how fast Sue was fucking him. She needed, deserved her orgasm. It sounded like Tommy was just as aroused again. Could he have another one - his fifth one! - and so soon again? A guy had never had two in succession with me. Ann and I wanted ours and gave them to each other. I don't know if she came as wet without fingers, but hers was still very wet, her pussy juice all over my face. I knew mine hadn't been that wet, but her tongue was lapping up what it could find. We sighed with moans. Did all girls then instinctively fondle the other's breast like we both did? We were reminded that we weren't alone when we heard a slobbering kiss. I rolled back and saw Sue and Tommy kissing. We must have overheard her orgasm - his too? Yes! Sue raised her head and murmured: "You could again, you did, thank God! Good boy, Tom, I needed that!" "I did! Didn't think I could. Mmmm! But in your pussy ... Oh, it was almost too much, when you started." "Thanks for sticking in there." Sue rocked her hips, as we all chuckled at her so apt expression. They looked over at us, grinning. Sue remarked: "Hope you both did too." Ann and I both nodded, returning their grins. Sue rocked her hips again, then shrugged and said: "Well, it was in there." Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 03 Tommy nodded with a chuckle, grinning a little foolishly at me. I smiled and said: "Seems like it was a better birthday party than any of us expected." "It sure was," Ann agreed and found and fondled my breast. We all smiled and nodded. Sue slid off Tommy, and we all sat up, then smiled a little wryly. The party was over, all of us now apparently slightly chagrined at all we had done. I couldn't imagine that any of us had anticipated that the party would be like it had been, especially what we three girls had done with each other. It was going to be funny to see them again. Tommy looked at each of us, obviously taking in our nudity with his eyes, even glancing down at his now small, soft cock. Then he looked up at Ann and Sue and said: "Sure didn't think it was going to be like this. I don't know what I thought, but it sure has been a great party. Thank you both!" "And thank you!" Sue and Ann replied almost simultaneously, glancing at each other in their agreement. "And thank you too, Jess," he added, looking at me. He was just looking at my face this time, but my nipples tightened. They hadn't before, when his eyes had obviously looked at them. I nodded with the best smile I could muster, then looked at Ann and Sue with a wry one and said: "Maybe I should also thank you both." "Not more than we should," Ann replied. Sue nodded with a smile. What were they both thinking? It was going to be very funny to see them both again. I changed the subject, asking the very practical question: "What were we supposed to be doing all afternoon?" "This, I thought," Sue replied with a grin. Ann snickered with a nod but answered my question: "We took you both to the amusement park. If you haven't been there, we have a flyer with all the rides. You can make up a story about what we did on the way home." We all suddenly had to go to the bathroom again and did, reminding each other to also wash faces. Then we had to find our clothes, around the adjoining beds, shirts and my bra near the dining table. When we had them on, Tommy grinned and said: "All dressed up again for my birthday party." We all laughed, I didn't know he could be funny, but I didn't know a lot about him that I now did. At the door, he thanked Sue and Ann again, and I did. Sue looked at him with smirking smile and said: "You can come back again, with or without Jess." Had Ann nodded? We left. I was thankful that our walk home was several blocks. It was a couple of minutes before he looked at me, not saying anything. I wasn't going to. Then he did speak: "Did you know it was going to be like that?" "Not like it was, but they did want you to know about girls, thought you should know more than the guys we had our first times with." "Hmm! I sure do, now!" "You sure do!" I agreed, and we smirked at each other, then walking on in silence again. "Did Sue mean that?" he then asked. "Don't ask me. I was surprised too." "I can imagine. Sure surprised me, also what you all did." "Not more than that surprised me." After a few more steps, he said: "Seemed to have surprised them too." "I think so. Hm-hmm! Unless they've been doing something together all along." "Then they shouldn't have been surprised, well, not so surprised that you did." "I hope they were surprised; I was, but - if you want to know - I'd have thought that they would have started it with me." "They didn't? You did?!" I blushed, then replying: "I sure didn't mind, however it was. What did we do at the amusement park." We stopped to study the flyer, chuckling over our choices of rides. We had both been there, but the flyer had been a good idea to remind us and let us coordinate our stories. Walking on, I asked: "Date with her tonight?" "Tomorrow, thank goodness, have to recover from ... my party." "But then?" I asked with a fresh smile." "Hmm? If she isn't wearing a bra again, ...?" "Come and tell me." He gave me a quizzical glance. We had been in each other's bedroom, less often after he had been peeking at me, and I had been letting him, and very seldom after I went away to college. Now the whole thought of his coming to tell me about a date had very different implications. That only occurred to me, when I saw his glance, and he must have had the same thought. We changed the subject, reviewing our choices of amusement park rides, remembering to include Ann and Sue in our stories. It was still a little ticklish meeting our parents, especially when they said something about how nice and thoughtful of Sue and Ann to remember his birthday. We survived. Before we went to bed, we were as discreet as ever, but I was suppressing my images of how we had spend the afternoon, but they came back when I was in bed, rolling over a couple of times. Then they flooded back, when I couldn't keep my fingers away from my pussy. I let them all pass in review: masturbating in front of my brother with his nice cock in his hand, shooting cum over on my hand; watching Sue and Ann make him cum again, while I was using both hands. And then I was holding his cock, and his fingers had been doing what mine now were doing. And then with Sue - fingers - and finally with Ann, tasting her so juicy pussy. Also five times, and now a sixth orgasm. I rolled over, more wondering if Tommy could have heard me than hoping he couldn't have. I fell asleep wondering about Sue's invitation that he or both of us could visit them again. Sunday evening he went for his date. We had returned surprisingly well to our usual family routine, but when he said goodbye, and I winked with a smirk, he smiled wryly with a nod. When I went to bed, I left the door open as usual and left the desk lamp on, tilting it back so it hardly lit the room. Our rooms and bathroom were away from our parents'. I had on one of my shorty nighties. I hoped that Mom didn't notice that the bottoms never needed washing. Maybe she assumed I wore panties under them. Had Tommy noticed that I didn't the few times he had seen me in a shorty? It didn't matter now, wouldn't have, if he had. He must have had good idea about my breasts under the light cloth. I dozed off. The sound of his using the toilet awoke me. I turned so that I could look at the open door, hoping he would at least look in. He did, seeing my open eyes. I smiled. He nodded with grin. "Good? Want to tell?" I asked. He shrugged, taking a step, He was just wearing boxer shorts. "You really want to hear?" he asked. I nodded and patted the sheet and moved over to make space for him. He grinned, then shrugged again and came and sat down on my bed. I nodded encouragingly. He chuckled softly and said: "You or one of them was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. In the movie, holding hands, she had pulled them over on her thigh, then holding the back of my hand, wanting me to rub her thigh. Gosh, it was good that ... yesterday; I probably wouldn't have dared to do what she wanted." "Maybe she wanted you to put her hand in your lap." "Maybe, I can think so now, but I couldn't have last week." "Sounds like this is going to be a nice long story. You can lie down," I suggested. "If you want to hear it," he replied and lay down on the top sheet. When our knees bumped, I told him to put his over mine. He did, and I said: "And so, you didn't do that?" "No, but she liked my rubbing her thigh. Don't ask what the movie was about. Yeah, well, with all your suggestions, I squeezed the inside of her thigh. She had wanted my fingers there, and she whispered that we didn't have to wait for the film to end. We both knew what we did after a film; if she wanted to make out longer, I sure did. She was supposed to be home half an hour after the show was over." "Not much time," I remarked. "Her house is pretty close, and her parents haven't complained when we were later. So there we were, where always make out, on a park bench, pretty dark, and we can see if anyone is around:" "If you have your eyes open." "Yeah, so we were, my hand under her polo shirt." "No wrinkles," I suggested. "And I said that I wanted to suck them. Her nipples are like yours. She just replied: 'Not here.' You all were right, she wanted me to do more. Then she said that she knew a better place." "I won't ask how she knew." "I didn't either. So we went there, in a really dark alley, couldn't sit down, but she almost helped me pull up her shirt. How I know her are like yours." "You couldn't see them in the dark." "That's not how I know they are like yours." I was liking his compliment - if it was one - and asked: "Not like Ann's or Sue's?" "I was liking them to be like yours." "Want to check?" I asked, a little to my surprise. Tommy started slightly, but smiled and replied: "If you want me to, but I thought you wanted to hear my story." I nodded, thinking that had learned a lot the day before, not just the sex, a more sophisticated attitude, his turning my remark back at me. He continued: "Yeah, and then stooping down to suck them, my hand discovered that her skirt just had an elastic waistband. I couldn't remember that. No bra, and letting me suck her breasts, did she want to make it easy for my hand to get inside her skirt." "She did; I would have wanted you to." "She did too, moaning with an "um-hmm" when it did. Nice ass, and fairly loose cotton panties." "She wanted your hand in them too?" "Yeah, well, after yesterday, I thought maybe she did, so I slid my hand back up to the elastic. She sort of growled, so I did - really nice round ass. I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for yesterday." "You would have just done the little you had before, and she would have been disappointed, and you both would have gone home and did what you probably do. Still can do that," I suggested. Tommy chuckled with a nod and went on: "Still can. Then she surprised me, urging me to stand up and kiss, but turning her ass out of my hand. It slid around, and she just nodded, sucking my tongue, and I slid my hand a bit further inside her panties, she moaned with another nod and turned her whole body. My little finger felt her hair. It explored a little, and she moaned and nodded. That was what she wanted. I know about pussies now. Probably wouldn't have done the right thing before - if I had dared do anything. I didn't hesitate now. Thanks for showing me what to do." "My pleasure," I replied, then asking: "And she thought you did the right thing?" "She sure did. I think she was just waiting for me to; she wanted to, too, if you know what I mean?" "Hm-hm-hmm! Inside your pants?" "How'd you guess? This is a clean pair of shorts." "Mmmm! Yes, very good that you had a crash course yesterday. And now, next time?" "Saturday afternoon and evening, her parents are going to a company barbeque." "Really good that the girls wanted to give you a party. Without tonight as a warm-up, Saturday could have been less promising. Sounds like she has already." "She almost said as much, that she has the pill." "And implied that she was going to need it," I added. Then I snickered softly and said: "Just remember everything you learned yesterday." "Hm-hmmm! Want me to tell you?" "And make me horny?" "Hadn't thought of that." "There better ways to do that." "I'd better go back to my bed." "If you want to." He sat up and looked down at me with a wry smile and repeated: "I'd better." "Whatever you want to do," I replied. When he gave me surprised look, I suddenly recognized that my inadvertently using that phrase could sound like an invitation. He said good night, and I did, asking him to turn off the lamp. He did and disappeared. I lay there in the dark wondering about what I had just said. Had I subconsciously meant it as an invitation? Before, I had asked him if he wanted to check to see if her nipples were really like mine, and he had asked if I wanted him to. I had thought I was just being fresh, but maybe his question was right. And then he had implied that he was comparing sucking on hers and mine, and he had thanked me for showing what to do on her pussy. He didn't have to tell me that he remembered what he had learn from the girls - and me! I reached down and began gently to arouse myself. Maybe he didn't need to after his date, but I did, after hearing about it and now with my questioning thoughts, They continued: could he have really understood that my remarks suggested we do something together? Did I want him to think that? If he had mentioned sucking my nipples and rubbing my pussy, at least, he remembered what we had done and not hesitated to refer to it. Recalling what he had done with me, I let my other hand slide up my shorty and hold my breast. I stopped asking questions and fantasized about that, remembering that I had held his cock, thinking that he could have also referred to that, when he told that she had. Then my fantasies moved on to what else we could do. No, we weren't going to fuck, but he could lick my pussy, and I could suck his cock. He would like that, and I would, and if he were also licking my pussy, maybe we could tease each other, like Ann and I had. I could tell him about that, since he had seen us, maybe not the first time we did it. First time sucking my brother's cock? Was I really thinking we would, and then again, so I could tell him that, and then again and again, so we could enjoy it that way?! Too many questions, I admonished myself; just get on with it and try to imagine it's his tongue licking my pussy. That was a quite satisfactory fantasy. I could finally fall asleep. When I woke up in the early morning, my questions returned, and I remembered that Sue and Ann had invited us to visit them again, obviously not just to talk. If we did, did that all again, then probably in different pairings. Ann would be wanting suck and fuck Tommy, and Sue would be wanting to lick pussy with me. I would be to, not so sure about sucking his cock with them present, and certainly not fucking him. If we did again with them, was there any reason he and I shouldn't without Ann and Sue? I couldn't think of one. When I heard him start his shower, I did something I never had before. Instead of waiting with twitching thighs for him to leave the bathroom, I went in and sat on the toilet. He didn't immediately see me, and I suddenly realized that he was naked. I hadn't thought about that, just thinking we could start being a little less discreet, not that I would be forcing him to let me see him naked. Too late! He saw me through the glass and was very surprised, embarrassed, turning away. I gave him a cheerful "Good morning." His reply was just automatic. Then he turned his head back to look at me and said: "Yeah, I guess so, ... after ..." "Had to go, and thought that too, but forgot that you'd be like that. Sorry." He gave me a wry smile. To be fair, I pulled off my shorty. He nodded with a grin. I hadn't intended it this way; it was going faster than I had expected, but he wasn't minding. I waited for him to finish his shower, facing the wall to wash his cock and balls. Then he opened the glass door, unabashedly facing me. He looked at me, obviously also at my breasts. He smiled as he reached for his towel and said: "I was right: hers are like yours." His face disappeared behind his towel, so he probably see my nipples pop out. I was surprised that they hadn't before, but I was very pleased that he had been so free as to refer to our conversation. I could too. Before his face reappeared, I picked up on his reference and replied: "You couldn't see hers." He lowered his towel and smirked, replying: "Told you, not about seeing them." This was going too well! I shrugged and said: "Sorry, if I startled you last night, saying that: 'whatever ...'." "You did. Wasn't sure what you meant." "Just said it. Guess I had heard it too often Saturday." "What I was thinking," he replied with with a slight shrug. His hand on the towel was beginning to dry his cock and balls. I must have been staring; he chuckled and said: "Can't see anything." His hand then seemed to make it more apparent what it was doing - maybe just my impression, not his intention. I had never seen a guy drying himself. They all probably did it the same way. I stood up, and we almost brushed passed each other as I stepped in the shower and then closed the door. As I turned on the water, I wondered if he was going to stay and watch me, watch me wash my breasts and pussy. If he wanted to, I thought, but he didn't. I washed them, probably enjoying it more than I would have, if he had stayed to watch. We had been naked together at home for the first time and with open references to the fact that we had been - much more intimately - with Ann and Sue. Enough for a start, I thought, as I washed my pussy, fully accepting now that I didn't just want to have fantasies about doing something - "whatever" - with him. It seemed almost amazing that we had breakfast with our parents just as we always did. During the day, it seemed that we kept out of each other's way. I was wondering what Ann and Sue were thinking about it all, then suddenly wondering if they had left their beds together and done the obvious after what I had done with each of them. We weren't "like that", but now I thought that all girls would enjoy each other, if they somehow discovered how much pleasure they could give each other. I had. If they wanted to again - they had invited us? After dinner that evening, we watched TV with our parents, all saying good night after the late news. What had Tommy been thinking all day, only about his girlfriend? And now? We could start where we had in the morning. When I heard him brush his teeth, I joined him in my shorty again, using the toilet. He was wearing the same shorts. He glanced at me in the mirror and smirked slightly, remarking: "Kind of thought so. You don't wear the bottoms?" "Don't tell Mom, no. Same shorts?" "Didn't do anything, if that's what you mean, not after she did." "I did, your story was just too good." "Hmm! You did? It's going to be better, I hope." "Me too, for her too." "With all your help." "I won't say that again: 'whatever ...'." I replied, wondering if I was overdoing it. He had finished brushing his teeth, prolonged by our talking. He gave me a wry smile and said: "You almost did." "If you think so, want to think so." He stepped back from the washbasin, and I stood and automatically reached for my washcloth to wash my pussy. Was I going to wash it with him watching? Why not? He'd seen me wash it Saturday, but when I remembered that, it seemed even more suggestive. I did, hearing his surprised "Hnn!" I avoided glancing at him in the mirror, also as I dried it. When I started to brush my teeth, he murmured: "Not sure what I should think." "Whatever you want. Hm-hmm! You asked for that reply." He almost laughed, nodding when I then glanced at him in the mirror. I brushed again, leaning down over the washbasin and hoping my shorty slide up and exposed my ass, and feeling my cheeks flush at what I was doing. He murmured questioningly: "whatever." I nodded and leaned down further to rinse my mouth with my hand at the spigot. He had to recognize that I was wanting him to see my bare ass. His questioning "whatever" gave me the cue to repeat: "Whatever you want." I dried my mouth and turned to him - with aroused nipples. He had a speechless expression. My eyes dropped down to his shorts and saw his cock move in them. He had to have seen my eyes drop down and known what they saw. I looked back at his face, wide eyes. Mine were too. He moaned softly: Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 03 "Mmm, you don't mean it." "I think I do. Why not, if you want to. It does," I murmured with another glance down at his shorts. His cock moved again. "We shouldn't," he murmured. "We have; no difference if we do now, ... here, or with them." "You want to?" He was staring at me. I nodded, then murmured: "Would have last night." "Whatever?" "Almost." He snorted with a slight nod, apparently understanding my "almost", that we not fuck. He sighed with a moan, and I did, feeling my pussy go moist. He was still just looking at me with wide eyes. I murmured: "I want to, like Sue started, and for you to do what you did with Ann." He just stared at me, but licked his lips. My glance down found his cock bulging out in his shorts. What more could I say to make him agree? "Come in my room. You can suck them too," I murmured, sliding my hands up my shorty and presenting my breasts and aroused nipples. He nodded with another sighing moan. Finally! I turned off the light in the bathroom and preceded him to my room, taking of my shorty, turning off the light in my room and finding my bed. When I had flung back the top sheet, I lay down and turned to him, seeing him struggling to pull his shorts over his aroused cock. He lay down, asking superfluously: "You really want to?" Actions speaks louder than words; I reached down and fondled his aroused cock, then fondling his balls. He held my breasts with both hands and chuckled and murmured: "You do." I did, he did, we did. I enjoyed letting him suck my nipples, while I fondled, and then turned around and forgot that it was my little brother's stiff, aroused cock in my mouth, and that it was his tongue arousing my pussy. I also forgot about teasing each other. No, I hadn't forgotten entirely that was his cock in my mouth; I wanted him to cum in my mouth, wanted him to know and experience how much his sister was enjoying sucking it. He did, and I did, great spurts of his cum in my mouth, the first couple right in my throat, making me gulp and almost bite his cock, but then there were more spurts that I could slaver around with my tongue and taste. It was so good to know that I had given him such a good orgasm. He had forgotten about licking. I rocked my hips, and he started again. I swallowed - twice - and began to suck and nod my head again, rubbing his cock on my palate. He moaned, as though that was painful. I just sucked, and he licked and nibbled. Ann couldn't have taught him that; it must be a natural talent. No, most other guys hadn't done it as good as he was; they hadn't seen how and where girls aroused themselves. My Tommy had. I began to lick and nod my head again. He nodded with a moan. Of course, he could come again; he had twice when Sue was fucking him, and that after three orgasms: with his hand, with both Ann's and Sue's, and then with mine. Come again, Tommy, I willed him, and make me come; you said I taste good. He got a lot more to taste, and I did. He stroke my ass. I found his hand and drew it up on my breast. He held it, nodding on my thigh. His cock was softening in my mouth, as we both sighed with moans. His cock was going all small, retreating out of my mouth, when he murmured: "Are we going to do this again?" "I hope so, if you want to." He just nodded and squeezed my breast in reply. I licked around in my mouth and swallowed again. After a few long moments, I scrambled back again and embraced him. His arm slid around me. Could I kiss my brother? I did, and his tongue responded. When our kiss ended, he snorted and asked: "Did I tell you that you taste good?" "You did, and Sue and Ann too." "Hm-hmm! You do. I guess Ann knows too." "We all do, and you do too." "You think so?!" "I like it, knowing how good it was being for you. They do too." "They told you that?" "Something like that, the evening they decided to have a party for you." "With you there?" "Sounded like a drunken idea, but it wasn't." "Oooh! And they want to taste me too?" "I expect so; they invited you back, maybe just politely including me." "You want to, like that again?" "You mean, me with them again?" He nodded. I shrugged and replied: "Why not? I like to do what you did, and Ann did. Hope that didn't disturb you." "Hmm? I guess so. Hm-hmm! I sure like to do it." "And do it so good, but - well - girls know exactly what the other is feeling. Not better than what you did, but that is kind of especially arousing." "Makes sense. You really want to with them again?" "With or without you, or you can without me." "With both of them, every which way?" "If you came five times Saturday?" "You counted?" "Last night, no, Saturday night. "Fuck!" "You can do that with them." Tommy nodded, silently understanding that we wouldn't. I embraced him again and we kissed, and he got up. At the door, he turned back and found up his shorts. I wondered where I had dropped my shorty, then smirked to myself and thought that in the morning in the bathroom, I wouldn't need it. I didn't, and he hadn't put his shorts back on. So was it, with smirks and smiles. Tuesday evening, one of the girls called and asked if we had anything planned for Wednesday evening. I said that I didn't, and snickered with her, telling that I had to ask Tommy and would call back. Out of earshot of our parents, he grinned and said that he didn't, but we agreed that he should tell them that he had a date with his girlfriend. Wednesday evening was all we had anticipated. Ann and Sue's beds were still together, and they immediately admitted with smirks that they had together, chuckling as they agreed that they could have long before, if they had had our help. A bottle of wine was open, but it was just an excuse for us to move in the bedroom and get naked. Maybe Tommy was a little apprehensive about what was expected from him. He rose to the occasion, however - his cock did. I had been right: Ann wanted to suck his cock - all the way - and then fuck him, while Sue and I did what two girls could. I thought her experience with Ann let us tease each other long enough for Ann and Tommy to have two orgasms, also two for her: his first in her mouth, and hers sitting on him. She didn't need both hands with his cock in her pussy, and then she fucked him, and they both came again. Pleased with themselves, they almost bragged about their success. It was a little ticklish, when they suggested that Tommy and I should do something together. Tommy was suddenly very outspoken, however, and said that he wanted to lick Sue's pussy and let her suck his cock. The girls snickered at his so direct suggestion, and Sue said: "But all the way this time." "What I was hoping," he agreed with a grin. That left Ann and me together again, but that was fine with me. Tommy and I hadn't done anything the previous evening and maybe wouldn't when we got home, but having a girl lick my pussy was at least as good as what he could do, and licking one was just as delightful as sucking his cock, especially Ann's so juicy pussy. I could have his cock at home. It was a most pleasurable evening, we agreed, finishing the wine, still naked, promising to repeat it. There were many more that summer. Eventually, Tommy and I were curled up together, letting Ann and Sue do what we assume they did, when we weren't with them. They never asked or made implications about what they could think Tommy and I did at home, thank goodness. We did. Most nights? It seemed like it. After we also took turns, instead of always sixty-nine, one night when he had licked my pussy to an orgasm, kneeling on the floor, and then rose up over me to kiss, when I felt his cock again between my thighs, I told him to stick it in. He was shocked. I insisted. He did, finally. Fuck! Finally! After that we really did "whatever" we wanted: his fucking me with my heels locked around behind him and encouraging his hips, or with me on top - more often - rubbing my clitoris and making us both come, and then fucking him better than I had with anyone else. His girlfriend was an excuse for more sex than she got, but she got her almost weekly portion. The first few he told me in detail, She hadn't objected to his licking her pussy, but hadn't wanted to suck his cock. A couple a weeks later, when he followed our suggestion, lying with his cock in front of her face, she did. We all congratulated him. He and I never fucked, when we were with Sue and Ann, but he and I were sometimes alone with them, two on one. He told me about one of them fucking him, while the other one had her pussy on his face. He really grinned and chuckled the time he came home and told me that they wanted him to fuck them while they licked each other's pussy. We girls were usually in a triangle licking pussies, but sometimes ganging up on one. One would do everything she could to another's pussy, while the other sucked and licked nipples, or had her pussy licked. My fantasies hadn't included everything that happened "in the flesh." For the rest of the summer, I didn't need fantasies. After that summer, Tom and I did again a few - no, several - times, but were then seldom together after he started college, and then we were both married. That summer, I think we all had more sex then ever after. I certainly did, except for my honeymoon, but just with my new husband, of course. We have three grown children, two girls and then a boy. Oh gosh! Did they do anything together?! I hope not, but I guess I can't blame them, if they did. Back to why I have been recalling that summer so many years ago, to find a birthday present for my brother. I think I'll just send him this as a surprise. I'd better send it to his office, where he can find it without his wife looking over his shoulder. Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 04 Back to why I have been recalling that summer so many years ago, to find a birthday present for my brother. I think I'll just send him this as a surprise. I'd better send it to his office, where he can find it without his wife looking over his shoulder. I sent the many pages to him, wondering, very curious, about his response. Since I am a writer, he had over the years received large envelopes with texts that I thought he would find entertaining. Sometimes he had, sometimes he had not with comments that I appreciated. He had to find my idea of a present for his 60th birthday interesting, but how would he respond? I waited, and waited. Was my recital of all we had done now too embarrassing? It hadn't been 42 year ago - after the first shock for both of us. Then I did get a reply from Tommy. We both still used the diminutive forms of our names that our parents had. It was a long email, too long for him to have written it in one sitting, also too long for me to read without interruptions, When my husband asked what I was doing at the computer so long, I quickly clicked to my unfinished reply to a more recent one, left unfinished in anticipation of his coming to see what I was doing, since he was retired and around all day, most days. When he wasn't, getting a wine glass to finish what was in the bottle from the dinner the night before interrupted my reading, more often than I expected, not because Tommy's email was so long, but because I was always tempted to start at the beginning again. I might have wanted to make some of his sentences clearer, but there was a charming immediacy in his language. Oh Jessie! What a birthday present that was! I was meaning what you sent me, but that one really was! Better not write the expletive I just thought. It was that. Did I thank you and Ann and Sue as much as I should have? Maybe I did, not with words. Okay, if you could write about it like that, I hope I did without words, but with my mouth. Had you really helped them plan that, at least known what they had planned? With hindsight, I understood why we all should drink wine. Was I really a little drunk? Were you? Or did we all just need an excuse to let it happen? It sure did! At that age, the unexpected sight of their breasts and then yours would have made any kid do anything girls wanted. Sure, I had problem looking at yours, but you were showing them to me. Did I really then in the bedroom lick and suck all your breasts. Did I wonder why their open beds had been pushed together? They always were after that, at least, when I or both of us were with them. I don't think that I wondered about that; I was too much wondering about why all of you - me too - had our shirts off. And then skirts were off! Remember how their hair could be seen? Oh, a lot more is coming back to me. They had their panties off. No, first, I had to take my pants off. Was I embarrassed, but not yet bare-assed, but then we all were. I was appreciating that you didn't want to show me yours, but then they insisted. They were right; I could see yours a lot better. Even if was my sister's, there was nothing else a youngster could think about and want to do with his hand, especially when all of you also were. Well, you know what happened. Don't think I had ever came like that before. If you want to know, a couple of times up on my shoulder, maybe some, that I had to deflect under the covers with my hand. You told me that I came five times? Can't do that now. Yes, well, don't really have to tell you any recollections about how it was. Yours brought back memories that I had forgotten, should have forgotten But it was so good; not just what we did, but that you three had known that I needed it. "Needed it" Of course I needed it, like any male would in that situation. What I mean is that you all understood that a young guy should know what you showed me. My girlfriend - what was her name? - didn't thank me directly, but when she eventually (wasn't going to use this language) sucked my cock, it was all thanks to you and Sue and Ann. I shouldn't say it, but of those four, I always liked yours best. No, that is bass-ackwards, I was recalling that I had liked licking your pussy best. Now I have said that. Not just because you have so little hair, and because I could so many times at home that summer. And that you could! Have to be honest: when a girl want's do that - all the way - it is always good. I was surprised, when you wanted to with Sue and Ann watching. I don't think they watched for long; wouldn't have mattered if they had. Would we have gone all the way with them watching? We didn't, but we sure did at home. Oh, but I never really told you about my first year in college. You three were very right. Did I thank you later for having helped me so well? I hope so. But if I didn't, I do now, and will tell you how. I wasn't a young gentleman, you know: except that I didn't tell, like other guys were, bragging about having gotten to second base, then usually just smirking to suggest they had gone further. With my experience - thank you! - I didn't have to brag about that or later smirk. Of course, some girls were shy, willing to kiss after a date, only after the second one. Well, I think they were all like that, but then some were eager to kiss better. Sounds like I dated lots of girls, not that many really, but after a hand on a blouse, and then inside it, and then ... If she agreed to come to my room - single room - or even suggested she wanted to see it, you can imagine what then happened. I don't think I was ever two-timing, if it sounds like it. They all expected me to be on top, I guess a little to assuage their conscience, that they weren't showing the initiative, but they weren't saying no. Oh, a couple did, wanting to keep their panties on, but maybe only the first time like that. It depended on what they said when they were getting dressed again. Some seemed curious about holding a cock, maybe for the first time, some obviously not just curious, and some shy about doing that. I was, of course, wanting to do more than get to third base with just my fingers, if you understand, but I thought that would shock them, unless one wanted to do more than just hold my cock, but none of them did. But then I was dating Christie: dinner, then a movie or two. She really wanted to kiss and almost seemed to be waiting for me to hold her breast, then encouraging me when I did on our second date. Not back to my room that night, but the next one, and she really wanted to, telling me she was on the pill. Had to use rubbers with most of the ones before her. She wanted me on top, but was a lot more active than any of the others had been, not just waiting for her arousal to make her rock her hips, drawing up her thighs and locking her feet behind my ass and - guess I'm going to have use the word - fucking with me. That was just the first time. We still did something before we went to my room, but then ...! So I thought that I could venture to suggest what else I wanted to do. She was surprised, shocked, saying: "You want to do that, that's nasty." Didn't she lick her own fingers, I asked myself. I just used my fingers, and we fucked again, the first time we had twice. Did I lick my fingers? Can't remember. So then the next weekend, a Friday evening, I went to meet her, planning that we would have a quick burger and return to my room. She lived in an off-campus house with a few other girls. She was waiting for me. As we were about to leave, another girl came out of the house with a couple of books and a notebook. She grinned and at us and looked at Christie and said: "I would." I looked at Christie in surprise, who looked flustered, blushing. The other girl disappeared in the direction of the library. When I raised my eyebrows questioningly, about to ask what the girl's remark had been about, Christie gave me very wry little smile, then nodded back at the door to the house and said she'd tell me inside. "Inside" was in her room with two beds and two desks. She closed the door and gave me another wry smile and said: "My roommate, Laura. Guess we don't have to go to your room." I immediately understood that we could forgo the pretense of doing something before we would have gone to my room, liking my recognition that she also understood that having sex together was why we dated, as apparently her roommate also did, but why had she said that? I asked. Christie blushed, then after a moment replied: "She told me I should." "Should what?" I asked. "Let you do what you wanted to - last week." This was a real surprise: girls talked more about what happened on dates than guys did! At least, Christie and Laura did, and Christie had told Laura that! And Laura had said that she would?! She would let me - well - a guy lick her pussy, and had gone to the library to let us! And Christie had said we didn't have to go out and taken me to their room and closed the door. She could have done something else. Did she want me to; what had Laura told her? I must have had very quizzical expression on my face. Christie had a very wry one and shrugged and answered my unspoken question: "Her older sister said it was good, better than what a lot of guys do." I nodded; I knew that too. She smirked slightly and added: "I guess you have." I nodded again, suddenly with a mental image of your pussy and wondering how hers would be. I knew, of course, that she had more hair. Christie smiled wryly with another shrug and began to unbutton her blouse. As we both were taking off our clothes, she murmured: "It didn't sound like Laura has, that anyone has with her." I was supposed to know that? Christie was wanting to find out before her roommate did, who had told her she should let me? As we were stepping out of our underpants, she looked at me and asked: "If you want to?" I nodded again with moan. She threw back the covers on her bed and lay down across it, spreading her thighs. Had Laura's sister told Laura, and she, Christie, that was the best way to do it? My cock was wagging as I knelt down between her thighs. She gasped when my tongue licked up between her moist pussy lips and then moaned. My first pussy this way in months. Apologies; I wasn't recalling yours or theirs from last summer. Don't have to tell you how good it is to lick a pussy. Licked any since? Shouldn't have asked that. Christie's was delightful, and after her initial surprise, she was moaning, trying to muffle the sound with her wrist on her mouth. I reached up and grasped her breasts and caught her stiff nipples between my fingers. I wanted to prove that Laura's sister had been right - better than guys' just fucking for their own orgasms. Hers had been very good, so that was a challenge. There had been quite wet spots on my bed after our fucking, but if the one on the edge of her bed wasn't even wetter, it was because I had tried to lap up as much of her spurting pussy juice as I could. She had grasped my head with both hands, as she gasped and tried to stifle her moans without having her hand on her mouth. I could only hope that all her housemates were in the library with Laura. Oh, I forgot that I was telling you about this. You know what happened then. Like so often with you, I rose up and plunged my cock in her dripping pussy. She gasped, but her pussy was clutching my cock. I fucked, and she moaned, sounding like she was resigned to the unexpected intrusion, but then her feet were locked behind me, her hips slapping up against mine. Sorry, it was like the best times with you, Jessie. But wasn't that what you and Ann and Sue wanted? That wasn't the end of it, however. Was it the following week or the next one? I ran into Laura on campus. She smirked. Sure, Christie had told her what had happened. If it was the second week, that we had again. She smirked, and I asked - this is now hard to believe - I asked: "Want me to?" Her eyebrows shot up, as she stared at me, then blushing. Then she murmured: "You want to?" I don't think I nodded directly in reply, just that we should walk together. We hardly looked at each other until we were away from others coming out of the building. Then we did look at each other, both with quizzical expressions. We both must have nodded; I don't think we repeated our questions. She said something about Christie's going to sports that afternoon. I said I had a single room, which she must have known. She nodded with almost a moan. I suggested two o'clock. She nodded again. As I began to tell where my dorm was, she said that she knew. We looked at each other and nodded with deep breaths and went our ways. I spent the rest of the time till then wondering what Christie had told her, rationalizing that if they talked that much about it, what Christie and I did wasn't emotional we-love-each-other. And if she had confirmed that pussy-licking was better than what lots of guys did, she should also want Laura to enjoy it, who had talked her into letting me show her. Was it two-timing to have sex with roommates who shared that much about what they did? I'll try to keep it short. I met Laura outside my dorm and took her to my room. With sniffs and snorts, we almost grinned at each other and took off our clothes: aroused nipples, engorged cock. She glanced at my washbasin, and we both washed. She recognized that I wasn't circumcised and smiled, saying that Christie hadn't told her that. I was trying to compare the hair on her pussy with yours, Ann's and Sue's - also Christie's, of course, and a couple of other girls'. I flung back the covers on my bed, and she lay down, grinning at me. Of course, her sister had told her to do it like that, and she had told Christie, and she must have told Laura that she had. Had Laura's sister told her to spread the lips of her pussy? Christie hadn't done that. Her freshly washed pussy soon tasted as good as Christie's - and yours and all the others', of course. Leave it at that and forget further comparisons. She came and was delighted - to avoid a comparison - and was just waiting for me to start fucking her. Didn't have to wait, of course, just let me wonder what Christie had told her. You probably think I am making this up or combining a couple of experiences to make a good story, like what all we did that summer. No, it was really like that. Thanks for bringing back my recollections of my misspent youth. "Misspent"? I spent a lot of something else, where it belonged, so not that misspent. Laura wanted to play with my cock, telling that her sister hadn't mentioned one like mine, but then, when it was enjoying her playing with it, she snickered and said that her sister had told her that men liked women to do something else with it. She looked up at me, as though she wasn't sure I knew what she meant. I grinned and licked my lips. She smirked and said: "I guess you do." "Um-hmm," I responded, then asking: "Does she, did she, your sister?" "She didn't say, just that it tastes very strange." "Didn't have to do that to discover that." Laura snorted and replied: "I guess not. Hmm? I didn't, when I could have. Wow! I made it shoot up all over him." Her hand suggested how that had happened, and we both chuckled. I murmured: "Men do like it." That was the first time I had referred to myself as a "man." She looked up from my cock in her hand and asked: "You know?" "Um-hmm, but it still feels good, if you don't want to taste it." "Hm-hmm! She said something like that, too." "Nice, having an older sister to tell you that, and that you should let me do it." "Oh, I am glad that she did, and Christie is too, now." "And I am. Guys are lucky that girls all taste so good." "And we are. I already knew, but apparently she didn't." "Never licked her own fingers?" "I didn't ask her." "I hope she does now." "Hm-hmm! Me too. Do we all taste the same?" "The ones I have tasted." "Pity other guys haven't." "Their problem. ... Maybe like the girls who haven't." "With their fingers?" "That wasn't what I meant." There was a long pause, while her hand jogged on my cock, and then Laura murmured: "You want me to?" "If you want to. I'll try to warn you, before you have to taste it." "You would?" "I'd try to. Maybe you'd know when I was about to." "But if it was being that good, ...? I wouldn't have wanted you to stop. God, that was good!" "It sure was! I wouldn't have stopped." This was being almost too much. This girl, whose first name I only knew, whom I had only seen twice for a few moments - before we got our clothes off and she had wanted me to lick her pussy and fuck her - was wondering if she was willing to suck my cock. "You want me to?" she asked again softly, looking at my cock in her hand, watching it roll my foreskin up around the aroused head of it. It surged in her hand. I moaned softly and replied: "It sure does." "Mmmm! It does. ... If I'm ever going to, ... I guess I have to try." Her hand jogged down, and her thumb rubbed where I was most sensitive. My cock surged again, and I moaned and muttered: "If you do that with your tongue ..." She rubbed there again, looking up at me with a grin, and said: "What I was thinking. It sure worked that time, but I didn't know about this, think about tasting it." "Before it happens again like that," I murmured, hoping I wouldn't come too soon again after fucking her, after we had fucked. "Better try with you, before I fall in love with some guy and he wants me to." I loved her attitude; we didn't love each other; we both were just enjoying the sex, and she already knew what aroused a cock the most. She scrambled down between my legs, still holding it. She looked at it, and then up at me and licked her lips, and then looked down at my stiff cock. Was it pink or purplish? Shit! Sorry! I keep getting carried away in my telling, forgetting that you knew it better than any of those girls. Don't think it could now be as shiny - whichever color - as it was back then, and it was, before she murmured: "Just try to warn me; I think I want to." It disappeared between her lips. Had her sister told her what to do, or was it her natural talent? Thinking back, remembering my first time, licking Ann's pussy, I guess it just comes naturally if one wants to. I had, Laura was. You three already had, but she was doing it just as good, and it was so arousing that she was. Too arousing! I managed to blurt out: "Soon! ... Stop!" She hesitated for a moment, but then moaned and continued. She wanted it. She got it! Was it so good because it was the first time like that since you had the last week before we went back to college, or because it was her first time, so eagerly wanting my cock to spurt in her mouth? Whatever, it was that good, and she just gulped, and her tongue wanted all it could find. Sue's and Ann's and yours did to, but I knew it hadn't been your first times, like it was hers. Whatever she was thinking about the taste, she was obviously savoring it, her tongue swilling around on my cock in her mouth. Then she dove up over me. I knew what to expect, the taste of my semen as her tongue plunged in my mouth. I caressed it, enjoying the taste - like when you did that - not just you, Sue and Ann too. Laura chuckled and retrieved her tongue and murmured, almost triumphantly: "I did it! However it tastes, I did it!" "And as good as it could be, thank you!" "Mmmm! And that was just the first time, I hope." It wasn't, and not just with her. I don't know what Christie thought about Laura's telling about what we had done, but then she also wanted to. After I had again with Laura, and we were lying, recovering, I remembered how it had been with you and Ann and Sue, and chuckled and said something about her and Christie not having to need me, if they liked having their pussies licked. Laura was surprised and asked if I really meant it. I nodded with a smirk, and then she did. Tommy's 18th Birthday Present Ch. 04 I don't know how she suggested that to Christie, but they must have. When I saw them again, they both gave me a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. You can imagine what we did after that, everything I did when I was with Sue and Ann, as you have so arousingly described. Enough! Thank you again, and if you still are in touch with Ann and Sue, please thank them for me.