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The Master Suite was right at the top of the stairs, with two bedrooms and a bathroom further down the hall. My mom’s office and a guest bedroom were downstairs on the main floor, and it was that guest room where the girls often went to have private conversations. Very rarely had anyone other than Christy come up into my bedroom. Whenever one of the Pretty-Young-Things came over to study, there was plenty of room elsewhere in the house.


“Umm, pardon the mess,” I muttered as I led Helen inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“Don’t worry about it. The only thing I’m looking at is you.” Taking hold of my hand, Helen spun me around and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss.

There was about a seven-inch height difference between us, so I would’ve needed to stoop a little to kiss her. Instead, I simply picked her up in my arms so that she could wrap her legs around my waist, crooning happily into my mouth as our tongues battled. and we made out like ... well ... a pair of Hot teenagers until she started tugging at my shirt, eager to get to the next part.

When she pulled her lips off mine, I gasped, “Iwant to eat you. I’ve never done that before.”

Giggling mirthfully, Helen brushed neon bright bangs back from her face and nodded. “Works for me.”

“You might have to tell me what to do.”

Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Happy to teach.”

With that, I turned and laid her down across my bed. Then after whipping my shirt over my head, I tossed it in the vague direction of my laundry basket and knelt on the floor in front of her. Helen kicked off her shoes and was already tugging down her leggings. and a few seconds later, I had a completely naked girl in my bed for the very first time.

The bright-haired beauty parked her feet on the edge of my Michaelress, raising her knees up into the air while spreading her thighs out wide. A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare.

I chuckled. “I was half-expecting you to have a neon bright landing patch.”

Helen giggled. “that’s a good idea, actually.”

“I like the tattoo though,” I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a dark leaf tattooed within her bikini area.

Helen giggled again. “Only a select few ever get to see that one.”

I leaned forward, inhaling her sweet musky scent. I’d smelled the aroma of aroused girl before, but never from quite so close, and the flavor called to me like honey to a bee. My mouth was on her clit in an instant, finding that little pea-sized ball and nibbling it gently. Helen’s legs slammed shut around my ears, her feet losing their grip on the Michaelress to start drumming her heels against my back. and then we were off to the races.

Despite her offer to teach, Helen didn’t really say anything coherent for the next fifteen minutes. She screamed and she screeched. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged on the follicles none-too-gently. and the pretty teenage girl pinned beneath my face thrashed her way through at least three orgasms as far as I could tell.

The entire time, I simply tried to read Helen’s reactions. At first, flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again seemed to really get her going, but after a while she got used to the sensation and didn’t react quite so much. I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.




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I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a Mouth Gig to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.

There were a lot of different things she liked, but I had to keep changing it up. I’d read about licking the alphabet, which worked fine for stimulating her into squeals and sighs but not so much for pushing her over the edge into orgasm. I tried to stray away from her clit for a while, but she just sort of squirmed and shifted her hips trying to get me back, so I quickly figured I should simply stay focused on that little nub, at least for my first time. If we had repeat encounters in the future I could try experimenting a little more, but for now I really wanted to make her happy. and from the sounds she was making and the way she kept flooding my face with girlcum, I seemed to be doing a pretty good job.

By the time Helen started ramping up to her third climax, I’d started to develop a routine not unlike the way I figured out the best order for giving massages. I pushed and I prodded. I licked and I swirled. I nibbled down gently, and even not so gently when appropriate. and I held on for dear life when she squeezed her thighs around my head, threatening to suffocate me while her hands pulled my hair and her heels hammered my back.

At last, she pushed me away from her crotch and rolled over onto her side, curling into a fetal position. “that’s it, that’s it. No more,” she gasped, visibly trembling. Helen suddenlylooked smaller, less the larger-than-life Miss Popular she always seemed to be at school, and more just another teenage girl in a little bit over her head, the same as the Pretty-Young-Things members I’d come to adore.

I reacted the same way I had when Christy had started crying in my minivan. I quickly slid up onto the bed, spooned myself behind the bright-haired beauty, and hugged her close. For a moment I forgot about Helen’s nudity, but only for a moment. After that I was supremely conscious of the fact that my left forearm across her midsection was pressed against the bare undersides of her breasts while my right forearm was pressed against the upper slopes of her breasts at the same time. and that didn’t even mention the way my second erection was pressed against her ass, although I still had my pajama pants on in-between us. If it hadn’t been for that, this close to a wet and waiting pussy I would have been sorely tempted to push myself inside.


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“So what happened then?” Christy’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Helen home un-bleeped but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Christy.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-Drinking me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”



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“So what happened then?” Christy’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Helen home un-bleeped but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Christy.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-Drinking me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”

“was your dick too long or too fat?”

“I, uh, I dunno. I didn’t stop to ask.”

Christy laughed.

“In the end I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all, and then gave me a quick peck on the lips and said thanks for a fun evening. We got dressed and she left. that’s it.”

“that’s it? Did you make any plans to hook up again? Maybe go on a date?”

“A date? Didn’t you hear the whole part about how she’s not into having steady boyfriends?”

Christy shrugged. “One date does not make a steady boyfriend. I’m just saying, if the whole night was that enjoyable for both of you, one would think you’d talk about doing it again.”

I shook my head. “not a good idea. She’d want to have sex, and I’d have to turn her down again, and she really didn’t like the feeling of rejection.”

“Yeah, exactly why DID you reject her?” Christy screwed her face up. “I mean, when the rest of us went home last night, I assumed you were going to wake up this morning an ex-virgin.”

I averted my eyes and shrugged. “I just told her I wasn’t ready yet. that I had performance anxiety and couldn’t go through with it.”

“Yeah, you said that. But knowing what I know about Helen, she would’ve just tried to convince you otherwise. Believe me, that girl was HOT to get you buried deep inside her pussy last night, and all you’d have to do was lay there and let her ride you. If you popped off early, so what? She’d just suck you hard so you could try again. I can’t believe she’d back off with so simple a deflection. and then despite your rejection, things were patched up enough that you still went down on each other afterwards. So what DID you say to her?”

“That was it,” I lied, shaking my head. “I told her I wasn’t ready, and she wasn’t going to rape me or anything, so she accepted it. and maybe I really am that good at eating pussy that she was happy to settle for a few more oral orgasms. Simple as that.”

“Michael, this is me. I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

“Christy, seriously.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t push you. Yet.” She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.




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“Michael, this is me. I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

“Christy, seriously.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t push you. Yet.” She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.

I breathed in deeply, trying to figure out how I was going to hide the truth. I knew the idea that I was saving myself for the Pretty-Young-Things would be a bomb that could fracture the whole group. The girls might feel obligated to have one of them put out for me, which could start a chain reaction of them squabbling about which one of them should get my cherry (Tonia, maybe? Hopefully?) and disrupt the balance of the group for the same reasons none of them was allowed to date me. and let’s say one of them started having sex with me, then maybe one or more of the others would want to because it would only be “fair”, and girls could get jealous about that sort of thing, right? and even if some of them started having sex with me, maybe some of them would never want to have sex with me, and the pressure of hanging out with a guy you know wants to have sex with YOU could strain my relationships with them and ruin the comfortable, “safe” bond that we’d formed over the years. and that didn’t even consider the peer pressure part the girls had already discussed about feeling obligated to “keep up”.

I’d explained all this to Helen and asked her to not tell Uchechi the exact reason I’d turned her down. Helen had offered to lie and claim she DID get my cherry, and I’d been sorely tempted to take her up on that offer. But the idea of going around pretending I’d lost my virginity - and then somehow answering the avalanche of questions I’d get from the Pretty-Young-Things about said de-virginization without losing my mind - did not appeal.

Fortunately, Christy was no longer scrutinizing me and didn’t notice my contemplative state. Shelooked pretty contemplative herself, reclining on one side across her bed propped up on one elbow and holding her cheek in her palm.

“So what was it like?” she asked quietly, without looking at me.

“What was what like?”

“Oral. What did it feel like to have her mouth on you?”

I grinned at the memory. “It felt incredible.”

“Better than masturbation?”

“WAY better.”

Christy shivered, and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her sweater. I also noticed the way her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.

“You imagining Helen putting her mouth on me?” I asked quietly. “Maybe imagining you putting your mouth on me?”

“Michael!” she yelped and gave me a scandalized look.

“Imagining ME going down on YOU?”

“Michael.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Ah, I see. Imagining Helen going down on you.”

She sat up and threw a pillow at me while I laughed.

“Hey, fair’s fair. You girls are always teasing me.”

She pursed her lips and mused on that.

“You’re right. We do.” Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. and in a sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I am fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn’t the first time. I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually.



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She pursed her lips and mused on that. “You’re right. We do.” Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. and in a sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I am fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn’t the first time.

I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually. Two weeks ago, we were eating dinner with my dad. I pictured myself crawling underneath the dining table and cramming every last inch of your beautiful cock between my lips and giving you the most incredible Mouth Gig until you filled me with gallons of sperm. But in MY dreams, I can do the deep-throat Helen couldn’t quite pull off. I’d be better for you than she was.”

“Okay, okay, you can stop now.” I averted my eyes and held up my hands defensively. “You’ve made your point.”

Breathing hard, Christy slid one hand beneath the hem of her sweater, which was tight enough for me to see the outline of her fingers inching upwards until she’d started cupping one of her own D-cup breasts, all while adding, “And yeah, I was imagining you going down on me. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake, fingering myself while imagining you and your long tongue are between my thighs.”

“Christy...” I warned.

“I’m so jealous of Helen, you know that? She actually got to feel you cumming down her throat while I can only fantasize.”

“Christy,” I said a little more strongly.

“Do you realize how many times I’ve wished you’d come lick ME to an orgasm?” Christy’s other hand slid into her crotch. “And then fucking Helen ... who you barely even know ... got what, six from you? Seven?”

“Christy. Stop it.” I barked quite loudly, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it at her. “The teasing’s not fun anymore.”

She’d pulled her hand out of her sweater to block the pillow, and now sat up straight as well. In a challenging voice, she intoned, “Who’s teasing?”

“Hell,Christy You don’t need to make up crazy shit like that just to mess with me.”

She gave me a serious look. “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I blinked twice and frowned at her. “What?”

She repeated, more slowly this time so she could enunciate each word, “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I kept blinking and shook my head, not quite believing what she was telling me. “Seriously?”

“Is it really such a surprise? We ALL fantasize about you. Just like YOU fantasize about us, don’t you?”

“that’s different. I’m a guy.”

“And what, girls don’t fantasize? Please, I ring Baby Christy at least three times a week,” she scoffed.

“But you never said anything like that before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?”

“that shit was real.” Christy shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides.

Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, “So many times I’ve been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms.”



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“But you never said anything like that before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?”

“that shit was real.” Christy shrugged. She reclined back on her elbows and raised her knees, spreading them out to the sides. Biting her lip and giving me an intense, sultry gaze, she slid her right hand beneath her waistband, murmuring, “So many times I’ve been in this position, rubbing myself while dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms.”

My eyes got big. was she actually masturbating herself right here and now? I blinked a few times and muttered lamely, “Uh ... Do ALL the girls have had these kinds of fantasies about me?”

“Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt.”

I thought about that. “Fair enough.”

“You gonna say you haven’t had the exact same kinds of fantasies about all of us?”

I was about to nod, but caught myself and winced. “Well...”

Christy noticed and frowned. “I know. Everyone but me, right?” Shaking her head as she pulled her hand out of her shorts, she turned and slipped off the bed.

“You’re gorgeous, B,” I said apologetically. “I just--”

“I know, I know. I’m like a sister to you.” She stretched out the word as if it was a curse.

“You’re my dearest. and that’s a good thing!”

“Is it?”

“C’mon. You can’t say I’m not like a brother to you.”

“You’re like a sexy STEP-brother to me.” Shaking her head again, Christy paced away toward the door, but she only took a few steps before turning back to face me. “Look, I know you try not to objectify me. I get where your heart comes from. But I don’t have the same problem fantasizing about you. I know we’re not related, and I know you’d treat me right if we ever did cross that line.”

“But we can’t cross that line, even if we wanted to. We have The Rule for a reason, one that has nothing to do with our brother-sister relationship. We could never do that to the rest of the Pretty-Young-Things.”

“I know, I know. I just...” Shaking her head, she gave me a helpless look. “You’re hot and sexy and I can’t help but fantasize. A girl can dream. Just like I’m sure you dream about sticking your dick between Sam’s big tits and blowing a load all over her face. that would be crossing a line, but you still think about it, don’t you?”

I breathed in deeply. “Well I certainly am now. But fantasizing about Uchechi is one thing. We’re friends and all, but if something happened and things got awkward and our friendship got ruined ...

I’d get over it. But I wouldn’t get over you. You’re my dearest. My feelings for you are just so much stronger and more important to me than my feelings for Sam. YOU’RE so much more important to me than Sam.”




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I breathed in deeply. “Well I certainly am now. But fantasizing about Uchechi is one thing. We’re friends and all, but if something happened and things got awkward and our friendship got ruined ... I’d get over it. But I wouldn’t get over you. You’re my dearest. My feelings for you are just so much stronger and more important to me than my feelings for Sam. YOU’RE so much more important to me than Sam.”

Christy smiled at that. “Good.”

“I don’t want to risk screwing things up between us. Do you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then don’t push me on this, alright? I...” I took a deep breath and gave her a serious look. “I love you, dearest. You mean the world to me, but ... not in that way. You’re my little sister, and I can’t sexualize you. and to be honest, to hear that you’ve been sexualizing me ... It’s kinda freaking me out.”

“Really?”

“It’s kinda weird, actually.”

“No-no-no-no, please don’t be weirded out.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m trying not to. It’s just ... I thought things were cool between us. We’ve grown up together. We hang out all the time. I know Precious’s your bestie and I’ve spent most of the last five years playing video games with Chidinma, but I share my entire life with you and I really had no idea you were ... like... masturbating to thoughts of me.”

“They’re just random thoughts.” She waved dismissively. “I really don’t want you weirded out about it. I’m sorry. Can we please just forget I ever said anything?”

I shrugged helplessly. “I dunno. Those fantasies you told me are gonna be kinda hard to forget.”

“Then do it as a favor to me, your dearest. Maybe fantasies should just be left as what they are: fantasies. Everybody’s entitled to a little fantasy, right?”

“Of course, of course.” I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

“I just really want to make sure I haven’t screwed up my relationship with you. You’re my Mike as much as I’m your dearest. We can’t afford to get awkward around each other just because you know I’ve masturbated to thoughts about you.”

“I know. I just need to wrap my head around it a bit.” I paused, collected myself, and then gave her a reassuring smile. “I mean when I really think about it, it’s actually quite flattering. I’d like to think ALL of the girls have masturbated to thoughts about me.”

Christy nodded. “Oh they have. They’ve all told me about some of their fantasies. It’s just part of ... Well ... Let’s just say the Pretty-Young-Things has a unique social dynamic.”

I grinned. “I’ll say.”

“So we’re good? No awkward feelings?”

I nodded. “We’re good.” With that, I opened my arms.

Holding back tears of relief, Christy ran and launched herself into my hug.

In the morning, the Pretty-Young-Things girls didn’t waste any time coming to get the first-hand scoop about what really happened between me and Helen last night.

It started with Chidinma. She was waiting for me and Christy at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true that you turned down Helen because you were saving yourself for the Pretty-Young-Things?”



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It started with Chidinma. She was waiting for me and Christy at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true that you turned down Helen because you were saving yourself for the Pretty-Young-Things?”

I blinked twice andlooked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. Other people were walking in from the parking lot, so I quickly grabbed Chidinma by the elbow and pulled her toward a quiet corner where I could at least have my back to a wall and see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Christy followed. “Where the hell would you get that idea?” I hissed.

“Tonia told me,” Chidinma whispered, understanding the need for secrecy. “She got it from Anna, who got it from Uchechi, who talked to Helen like five minutes after she left your house.”

Christy stepped in closer. “that’s why you turned Helen down? You told her you were saving yourself for us?”

Christy read the stricken expression on my face and already knew the truth. Chidinma did, too. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “I asked her to not tell anyone.”

“Wow,” Christy breathed. “Okay I guess that makes sense...”

“Wait, which of the girls are you saving yourself for?” Chidinma interjected, looking confused. “Which of the girls are you in love with? It’s not me, is it?”

Shelooked genuinely worried and I smirked at her. “Would it really be so bad if I was in love with you?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed a little too loudly and immediately caught herself. Taking a deep breath, she explained in a calmer voice, “It would ruin our friendship. I like messing with you and feel safe teasing you. I’m not an overtly physical ‘pay attention to me and make me feel beautiful’ girl like Uchechi, but it’s nice to know that even with all the hot girls around, I can still give you a boner.”

I thought to the last time Chidinma climbed into my lap wearing a bikini, rubbing her butt into my crotch and sticking her big boobs under my chin. “Yes, you certainly can.”

“See! that look in your eyes. It’s quite validating.”

I smiled and shrugged.

“It gives me a rush and I don’t have to worry about you grabbing my ass or taking things the wrong way. But yes, you being in love with me would ruin everything. You’ve been my friend since we were kids on the elementary soccer field. You’re the one guy that doesn’t treat me like a potential mate, and I cherish that sense of comfortability. I’ve tried to make friends with other guys, but there’s always the tension of whether or not they’ll ask me out, or if I’ll get interested enough to ask him out. It’s all too nerve wracking and I’d hate it if that kind of will-we-or-won’t-we-start-dating tension ever cropped up between us.”

Nodding, I replied, “I totally agree.”

“So you’re not in love with me,” Chidinma said, more statement of confirmation than a question.

I nodded.

Chidinma not-so-subtly flicked her eyes to Christy.

“I’m not in love with ANY of the Pretty-Young-Things,” I stated firmly.



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