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Tears and Healing

By: catchercradle



I was totally unprepared.

We had been friends for years, all through school, gong round each other's houses, sleepovers, cycle rides, swimming etc. etc. Of course I had noticed how Emma, had developed. Especially when wearing a swim suit. Well muscled legs, flat abdomen, strong arms with muscles that would have seemed a bit over the top on some girls but with Emma, they were part of her sexiness. Oh, and small perky tits with nipples that stuck out against her swimsuit or t=shirt or almost anything else she was wearing for that matter. She never wore a bra but then she never needed one.

Anyway, Saturday morning, about ten, she comes round, asks if I want to go for a cycle ride.

No brainer, she is the funnest person I know to be around. Slight delay while my mum insists on giving me enough food to feed a small army to take with us. Tells us to be careful and to keep of the busy road. You would have thought we were eight not eighteen. Mind you, these days I find myself saying the same things to my own children.

Emma leads and soon we have crossed the busy road and are on a minor one that leads out to one of our favourite places, a pool in the river where we have often been swimming.

We get there and I am dripping with sweat. If I had known this was where we were going I would have brought my swim things.

I take off my shirt and hang it over the branch of one of the small saplings that surround the pool. To my surprise, Emma does the same. I notice a distinct tightness in my shorts. So does Emma, "You like my tits then?"

"Whatever gives you that idea?" I ask with as much inocence as I can muster.

"If you don't know that, you are denser than I thought."

We continue the verbal sparring as we get out the food. I enjoy the view and looking at Emma's tits as well! 

Finally sated, Emma moves closer to me and I see for the first time she is upset. I put my arm around her and ask her what is wrong.

"I called social services because my step dad was abusing my little sister. The police have arrested him and he is in nick on remand. My mum has thrown me out."

By now Emma was in floods of tears. I held her close, my erection now subsided despite her nipples pressing against my chest. "How awful for you. You know you can stay with us."

Through her tears, Emma replied. "Don't you need to ask your mum about that?"

"Maybe but when I tell her the reasons, she is bound to agree. I might have to sleep on the sofa though."

I carried on holding her against me. Inevitably at some point my body took over and Emma felt my erect penis against her hand. "How big is that thing?"

"I don't know, I never measured it."

"Well when we get back, that will have to change."

That was one of the things I loved about Emma, I knew she had a rough life but she could talk about something that really upset her and then go back to being the cheerful bubbly girl that was all most people knew. Somehow I was the only one she trusted enough to tell of her troubles. I guess that was what had always stopped me making the first move. That level of trust made me feel really special and I ddn't want to betray that trust.

"That will really make my mum agree. I can just imagine the conversation, 'Mrs. Brown, can I borrow a ruler?' 

'Sure, what for?' 

'I just want to measure Dave's cock.'"

"I wasn't exactly going to tell her I was doing it." Emma protested laughing, "Now, shall we go swimming?"

"I didn't bring my things."

"Neither did I!"

Ok, call me thick but I did finally get the message about where this was going. I still felt I should be careful though as I didn't want to hurt Emma or ruin things by going one step further than she wanted to.

We undressed, each watching the other as we did so. There was no embarrassment, no modesty. Somehow it just seemed natural and right. A smartly dressed mallard drake marched between us to steal a piece of bread we had left causing us both to giggle.

As ever, the water was freezing and when we came out we clung to each other to warm up. Soon the effects of the cold water wore off and Emma could feel the hardness of my cock against her flat stomach. She slid an arm between us and started playing with it. This wasn't going to last long, past orgasms had all been by my own hand, sometimes with the aid of a biology textbook. 

I warned Emma but she just kept going and a few seconds before I exploded took me between her lips. At eighteen, there was a lot more cum than I produce these days. The morning before I had woken to a wet dream but there was till what would now be a weeks worth of my seed and despite swallowing much of it still dribbled down Emmas face.

"Karen was right, Mary was wrong." Emma stated, a smile on her face.

I raised my eyebrows, knowing that Emma would tell me what she meant.

"it does taste nice, Mary said it was horrible."

Girls obviously talked more about these things than boys or at least those I knew did. Most of what I had heard from my peers was bravado and much of it anatomically incorrect bravado at that!

I did know about female orgasms because Mary, Emma and Karen had been talking about them once when they didn't realise I could hear them. I beat off three times that evening thinking about it!

"You are going to have to tell me what to do Emma. I know about actually doing it but not much else."

She kissed me and I didn't flinch. If Emma said it tasted nice, who was I to argue.

Kiss my breasts and run your fingers up and down my pussy." I did as I was told, exploring a bit further with each passing minute. I could tell I was getting something right by Emma's breathing which matched my own when I pleasured myself. I was intent on ensuring that Emma's experience was as wonderful as my own had been. Without having to be told I started sucking a nipple and pushed my fingers a fraction deeper.

Again I was rewarded with sounds of pleasure. "Rub my clitoris." There were advantages to having studied biology, even if the teacher had insisted that we read this chapter on our own rather than discussing it in class as we did everything else. I found the hard nub in very little time and worked it with my thumb as my fingers started to push deeper into Emma's wettness.

I remembered the overheard conversation between the three girls a couple of months earlier and Karen Mary saying, "He doesn't like licking me out – he says it's dirty."

Well, we had just been swimming in the crystal clear water of the pool and the idea of tasting Emma's juices really turned me on. I kissed down her stomach, running my tongue around her belly button on the way and then more kisses, down through her fine, blond pubes till I reached her honey pot.

It didn't take long before Emma was writhing on the grasss beneath me and then as she came she locked her legs around my head. 

After what seemed like an age but was probably less than half a minute, she released me and I was able to breathe again. My tongue resumed its work on her clitoris. "No more, please, I am too sensitive now."

I relented and pushing myself up kissed her on the lips again. "I don't think I will tell Karen and Mary about that. You would need a body guard to stop them kidnapping you."

"I think if I had Karen's legs around my head she would snap my neck." I laughed. Karen, like Emma was on the county swimming team and had some of the strongest looking legs I had seen on a girl or boy for that matter when we were at school.

I think we need to go for a swim again."Emma suggested. "We don't really want your mum to taste me when she kisses you when we get in."

I agreed that it probably wouldn't go down very well and we dove into the clear water again. 

After a while it got too cold to carry on and we lay on the grass bank to dry off. My hands seemed to develop a mind of their own and startted playing with Emma's tits again. She didn't seem disposed to stop me! Needless to say, at 18 this soon had me sporting a boner that did not want to go down. Fortunately, Emma took charge and soon we were using our hands/fingers to get each other off again. Again Emma let me finish in her mouth, this time taking down every last drop and then licking me clean. She rinsed her mouth out with the clean river water and then noting the time dressed for the cycle ride home. Reaching a phone box, I suggested I call my mum to tell/ask her if Emma could stay so it wasn't quite such a shock to her.

As I thought my mum agreed with very little persuasion needed.

As we cycled back, Emma asked me, "You don't mind that I didn't go all the way do you?"

"Of course not. I love you and wouldn't want you to ever have to do something you werent' ready for." I carried on, "But can we not talk about it now or mum is going to notice the front of my shorts when we get home!"

"I love you too and when I am ready, I promise that it will be with you."

We managed to get home before the deadline my mum had given us but not by much. I could smell a rich stew and was suddenly ravenous despite the seeming mountain of food we had taken with us.

My mum looked at us for a moment before speaking, "I was going to suggest that you sleep on the the sofa till we can get the spare room cleared out Dave but it seems a bit later for that!"

I tried to work out how she knew and could see that Emma was doing the same.

"I know how curly Emma's hair gets when she goes swimming and yours is almost as bad and I know you didn't take a towel or swimming things and unless Emma has a costume under her clothes she didn't either as she didn't have a bag with her. I may be old but I'm not stupid.

Before either of us could protest that we didn't think she was, mum continued. "I don't mind, it would have been nice to have been told but there again I don't expect you planned it."

I tried to compose a response but Emma had gone beet red. "Ah so you planned it." She smiled, "just be careful, neither of you are ready to look after a baby yet." 

Emma had started to regain her composure. "We haven't actually made love yet Mrs Brown." 

No matter, I can see it won't be long before you do, just remember and be careful."

A couple of days later and Sophie, Emma's fifteen year old sister was in the spare room as social services decided her mother was incapable of keeping her safe. I found that difficult, coping with her provocative behaviour that is sadly all too common from those who have been abused without rejecting her. 

Mum could see it and one morning said, "Your dad would have been proud of you and I am proud of you. I can see that this is really hard for you.

"What do you mean?" Cool as mum had been about Emma and I, I wasn't really ready to discuss how Sophie's determination to show me every part of her jail bait body made me feel. And, "hard" wasn't the right word to use. It just reminded me that virtually every minute of my time at home was spent with an erection. 

"You know what I mean. You are going to have to talk to her at some point and tell her that whatever she does, nothing sexual is going to happen between you. She won't hear it from me because she blames her mum for not protecting her and sees all women of that age group in the same light."

Now, I won't say how many years later, I understand that. Then it really didn't make sense to me that anyone abused should blame someone other than the abuser for what they had done. Now I know that most blame themselves and a lot blame the person they think should have protected them and only quite a small number put the blame where it really belongs.

Mum read my confusion and disbelief. "Being abused really messes up the way people think and Sophie is going to have to work hard to straighten herself out. She will need professional help but having adults around that she can trust even when she really provokes them will be really important to her.

"I think I need to talk to Emma about it first. I don't want her to think that I am doing anything to encourage Sophie. I know we are doing the right thing in letting Sophie stay here too but I am not sure I can handle it."

The summer break before Emma and I went off to Uni was going to be hard work. I went back to my room and took out a couple of my maths books to study. Maths was easy and logical – unlike people! Why couldn't they follow simple rules. I thought of how my relationship with Emma had changed over the past few days and laughed at myself. I wasn't complaining about Emma changing the goalposts! I wasn't complaining about my mum's reaction to me and Emma either, even if it did totally change my view of her. I had really thought that Emma staying with us would mean my sleeping on the couch and us having to hide where our relationship had gone. Maybe the whole world was mad apart from myself?

I retreated into parabolic equations, something that would stretch me enough to forget about people for a bit. I did a lot of studying that summer – so much that the first year of Uni would be a breeze for me.

I also made very sure that Emma knew that she was the one I really cared about. I also told her about what my mum had said about Sophie. Emma was brilliant. I felt at the end of our talk that she trusted me whatever Sophie did and that she would do what she could to help me deal with it. Being a boy and never at that time having studied any psychology or sociology, (which us science types used to call, "waffleology.") I didn't even think that she might be harbouring her own demons while staying strong for her sister.