You First – Chapter 4

I got my answer soon enough, when one of her hands grabbed me between the legs. I hadn’t been quite fully hard, but that sure got me there in a hurry. “Jen…” I started, wondering how best to approach this. Could I be about to receive the fabled movie theater blowjob?

Let’s leave, she said. “We’re not watching this anyway and I won’t want someone walking in on us.”

Oh. Well, that was fine, too.

I tripped over myself trying to grab all of our stuff and negotiate my way through the narrow row of seats as fast as I could. I was not going to pass up this opportunity. We took the side exit, as casually as we could, as if we’d just gotten out of some other, far less crappy movie, and not have to walk in front of the same employees we’d passed fifteen minutes ago.

We shut the truck doors and started the engine. “Where to?” I asked.

I don’t care, she said. “Anywhere.”

Damn. She was hot and ready to go. Well let’s not delay things, shall we? I asked myself, and hit the gas hard enough to scrape the tires a bit on the pavement before they gained traction.

It was pretty easy to tell where our town began and ended. One side of the street would be all lights, convenience stores, gas stations, restaurants, and so on; and on the other side of the street would be nothing. Trees and hills and rocks. We hit that invisible wall pretty quickly and it felt like the truck was swallowed in darkness.

I drove as fast as I dared without going (too far) over the speed limit or running any lights or stop signs. The absolute last thing I needed was to get pulled over. I was fairly certain a cop would kill the mood pretty quick. Not to mention having to explain the ticket to the folks. Well, you guys know what it’s like when your sister wants to leave a movie to drive off somewhere and make out…

Actually, Jen interrupted my train of thought, “I know exactly where to go. There should be a turn off to the right coming up, take that.” I shrugged and followed her directions. The road became significantly less paved and I wondered what she was up to, but didn’t ask questions. (Would you?)

Trees. Bumps. High-beams. A close call with a deer. You don’t need to know all that. Point is, we came around to this ridge. “Wow,” I said, parking the car. I had no idea how she’d found out about this place. From here, we could see the entire city. Lines of streetlights, signs, cars. It seemed like it just went on and on.

It’s gorgeous, I said.

I seem to recall, Jen said, leaning towards me, “that when we started this whole… thing that we do… that you had mentioned something about being in a car, overlooking the city…”

I did? I honestly did not remember that.

You did.

And what happened in this thing that I was describing?

You were talking about me getting naked with a boyfriend.

There are parts of that sentence that I like.

I want you, Shawn.

What, now?

Now. We kissed.

Aren’t you worried someone’s going to find us?

She started taking off her shirt. “Stop me, then.”

Off came the bra. I snorted. “You first.”

She growled as she flung herself over to my side of the truck, straddling me. Instinctively my hands went to her hips, but she grabbed them and planted them firmly on her naked breasts. She groaned as she kissed me. I pinched and pulled at her nipples, rather mercilessly, until she squealed. Again, her hands found their way to my pants.

Are you sure? I asked as she fumbled with my zipper. She’d said she’d wanted a few weeks. It hadn’t been that long.

She stopped. Her eyes rose until they met mine; she made sure I was looking at her. She placed one hand on either side of my head, and leaned forward until her face was within an inch of mine. I could feel her heavy breaths on my lips. “I want you in me, Shawn. I’ve waited long enough.” And then she blinked, drew away. “Unless… don’t you want to…?”

Wha- Yes! Good God, yes! Do you have any idea-

She cut me off with another kiss; I’d been about to tell her about the other night, where I’d almost come into her room in the middle of the night, but apparently…

Allow me to share with you some advice. Having sex with someone for the first time is a nerve-wracking experience in and of itself. You’re both excited, and terrified, and you’re so worried about what the other person is thinking that you almost forget to enjoy what you’re doing. Doing all of that in a car is probably one of the dumber things I’ve ever done in my life.

I mean, there’s just no room, to begin with. Even when I pushed the seat back we were horribly confined. And, we were doing all this in the wintertime, so we were each wearing about a bajillion layers of clothing, and that’s just a whole lot of stuff you don’t want to deal with when you’re trying to get at someone else’s skin.

But when we finally managed to shimmy my pants halfway down my thighs, and we did the same for her… and she turned around and got into (what I later learned was called) the reverse-cowgirl position, because it was the only way we would fit… and she was touching my hard dick with her hand on one side and with her hot, wet pussy with the other, and it stopped being outside and was suddenly inside…

We both sort of sucked in a surprised breath at the same time, and held it for a second.

You okay? I asked.

Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… different that I was expecting.

Different good or different bad?

Oh, differently definite good. Definitely different good. You know what I mean.

Yeah. I do.

You like it?

Yeah.

Really? She sounded relieved.

Oh yeah.

Good.

After a few moments, she started moving, slowly, drawing a clipped groan from me. I realized I was gripping the seat as hard as I could; I’d never felt anything like this in my whole life. I mean, Jen’s mouth was incredible, but this…

Oh, God, Shawn, Jen moaned as she started moving faster. I grabbed her just above her wonderful ass and began moving in time with her. Or at least, I tried to. As soon as I started she cried out and sort of collapsed, ceasing to move altogether. It was like she had forgotten how. I took this as a good sign.

Jen leaned up against me, reaching her arms back to encircle my head, run her fingers through my hair. I kissed the back of her neck and she shivered. She whispered my name a time or two. For a while, I lost myself in the feeling of my cock inside of my sister, in the smell of her pussy and the sweat on her skin. My hands stroked her legs, the sides of her body, her breasts.

Then I had an idea. With one hand still on her chest, caressing her nipples and steadying her with that arm, my other hand moved… south. She let out a noise that was half excitement and half terror as my finger touched her clit.

No! Not there, Shawn, it’s too much, I… I can’t…

I didn’t stop.

Her whole body tensed up at my fingers playing with her pussy while I fucked her, shook, like she was shivering violently. And then she jerked, once, hard, threw her body forward, far enough to where I couldn’t reach. She immediately slammed herself back and grabbed my hand. She tried to put it back between her legs but it was like she couldn’t work her own hand properly.

Well don’t stop now!

You told me to!

Well, you… shut up! You almost made me come!

You mean that wasn’t it?

No!

Oh. Well, in that case…

She screamed as I started fucking her with renewed vigor, anxious for her to have an actual climax. I rubbed my fingertips back and forth over her clit as fast as I could

I’d like to tell you that I made her come first, that I was this great sex-stud that somehow managed to get her to orgasm five times and leave her breathlessly panting for more or whatever. But that’s not what happened. It was my first time too, and all of this was waaaay more than my inexperienced teenage self could handle. I came before she was ready, before I was ready, before I could ask if it was okay for me to come inside her, birth control or no. My hips jabbed into her spasmodically a few times, while I was still trying to play with her clit.

Did you come?

My eyes slid sideways. “Yeah.”

And then she said the most amazing thing, which made it all better. “Good.”

I collapsed back into the seat, exhausted and grinning. I saw her move her own hand between her legs, felt her start to play with herself, with me still inside her. I watched as she hunched over, and her muscles grew tighter and tighter. It wasn’t thirty seconds before she shook once, hard but briefly, and huffed out a breath like she’d been swimming underwater for too long. Gasping for air, she slowly slid into the passenger seat.

We both panted there for what seemed like forever, until we could control our breathing.

I’m sorry I didn’t make you come, I said.

She smiled weakly. “You came awfully close. Just means we’ll have to try again sometime.” She leaned back over, and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

For what?

For making my first time incredible.

I smiled. “Anytime.”

Her eyes sparkled. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

I hope you do.

She kissed me again, this time on the mouth. “We’d better get back.”

I nodded, and we began collecting our clothes. It was oddly embarrassing, considering what we had just done.

We went home. We artfully answered our parents’ questions about the movie using nothing but the truth (“It was awful.”), and went upstairs to bed.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I lost my virginity to my sister.

And that’s when things started to get weird.