Whilst he whispered this, Robbie moved the hand on Josh’s arse around to the rosebud and lingered a finger on Josh’s arsehole. He didn’t push in this time as his finger was too dry and he knew that might hurt, but the teasing was causing Josh to hitch for breath a little.
“Gonna cum,” Josh whispered. “Gonna cum!”
“Do it,” Robbie whispered back. “Cum for my baby sister!”
Aimee slid a hand under Josh’s balls and tickled his perineum. That was it for Josh.
“Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Cumming! Cumming, now! Oh FUCK!!!”
Robbie didn’t think that Josh could throw his head back any further, but found he was wrong. Josh thrust his head backwards so far that the skin on his neck stretched almost to breaking point. His mouth opened as wide as it could go and he simply screamed through his orgasm. “Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhh! Oh! Oh! Ahh!”
Josh tried to say “fuck” but he couldn’t bring his mouth together close enough to make the sound of the F. Instead, what came out sounded more like “huck! Hucking hell! Shit! Huck! Oh, huck! Oh, god! Huck!”
Slowly, after what felt like ages, Josh began to come down from his high and he was able to move his head forwards enough to formulate proper words again. “Fuck,” he cried out, still gasping a little. “Fucking hell! Shit! Fuck, man! Fuck! Oh my god! Oh, my god! Fucking hell! Fuck!” He was gabbling and he couldn’t seem to stop. It was almost funny.
He turned his attention to Aimee who had swallowed everything Josh had had to give her and was now finishing cleaning up Josh’s cock and making sure there was nothing left to dribble out. Josh’s cum tasted slightly sweeter than her brother’s (and her father’s) did for some reason and she loved it just as much and was determined not to let the carpet have any of it.
“Oh, fuck,” Josh gasped one last time as Aimee stood up. She was slightly shorter than he was, but the difference was negligible. She held out her hand and Josh took it, dumbly. “Nice to get to know you,” she said and shook his hand.
Josh said nothing, he just nodded, not one hundred percent sure where he was or if he was even awake. Surely, this had to be a dream?
He was stunned out of his reverie as Aimee leaned forward to kiss him. Josh had never kissed a girl as beautiful as Aimee before. He considered himself to be fairly plain and uninteresting to girls, a thought that was only partially true. As a guy who wasn’t massively sporty or athletic or rugged or particularly ripped, he felt most pretty girls wouldn’t give him the time of day and so he didn’t bother trying with them.
Instead, he had dated the less attractive girls – or, at least, the ones that society would classify as such. The girls who were a little plumper, plainer of face, often those that wore glasses or who needed to visit the dentist more often than they did. These girls, Josh had discovered, enjoyed being with him and it didn’t occur to him that this might only be because they weren’t getting any attention from the more handsome boys, who generally went after the picture perfect cheerleader blonde bimbo types who appeared to be all big tits and little brains.
Whatever the truth of the matter, Josh was no virgin – although his sexual experiences were quite limited. He tried to be the perfect boyfriend, giving out little presents (often of the cheap and cheerful variety because he didn’t have a lot of money), going for walks, holding hands and not pressurising his girlfriends into anything sexual that they didn’t want to do.
Sadly, this just seemed to enhance the impression that he was a bit dull and the girls would start to go off him too quickly and he would be single and unsure whether he wanted to mingle again.
This was the first kiss with any girl that would rate more than about a seven, although Aimee was not a seven – she was closer to an eleven! Josh wouldn’t have missed this kiss for anything and he ignored any slight distaste he might otherwise have felt about kissing a mouth that had so recently been filled with cum.
He could, he realised, taste his cum – just a little – on the edges, so to speak. Yet, this simply made the kiss better in some intangible way and he carried on. He suddenly realised that his hands were by his sides and he risked wrapping them around her. Aimee didn’t pull away, so he assumed that this was OK and pulled her closer to him if that was possible.
Eventually, the two of them came up for breath. Josh looked at Aimee and smiled in the awkward way he had. He didn’t know what to say and so his mind settled on “thank you,” which was probably the dumbest thing anyone had ever said after a blowjob.
Aimee smiled back and Josh was delighted to realise that this wasn’t just a simple grin. The smile lit up her whole face and she moved up from an eleven to a twenty. “You’re welcome,” she replied. “I really quite enjoyed that!”
“So did I,” Josh grinned back.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Aimee laughed.
“I did,” Robbie smirked and it was the first time in the last thirty seconds or so that either Aimee or Josh had remembered that Robbie was even in the room.
“I’m sure you did, big brother,” Aimee said, looking at her brother. Josh’s cock, which had been going limp, remembered that it had big plans for the rest of the afternoon and began to wake up again.
Josh looked at Robbie now. Suddenly, all of his newly found confidence was draining away again. A few minutes ago, Robbie had seemed to reach into Josh’s mind and pull out every single fantasy he’d ever had and promised to make them come true. Now, however, he wasn’t sure what to do and whether Robbie had meant it and whether Aimee would be in agreement and whether he, himself, really wanted it and…
Calm the fuck down, came the voice in the back of his mind. You know what you want. These two will give you what you want. Just take it!
I don’t know how! I don’t know what to say!
The voice spoke to him again. It explained things. Detailed things. Clarified things. Josh understood.
Imbibed with a confidence he didn’t know he had, Josh asked “so, when are you going to fuck your baby sister so that I can have the sloppy seconds?”
“Ooh, that sounds nasty,” Aimee said, grinning. “And fun!”
“It does,” Robbie agreed quietly pleased both that Josh was apparently going to join them for a bit (or a lot) of fun and that his baby sister seemed as up for it as the two guys were. “Whenever,” he answered Josh. “But not here, eh? The sofa is nice, but it’s not as comfortable as the bedroom.”
“Lead on, then,” Josh said, revelling in his new position of power.
Aimee took his hand and led them all upstairs. “My room,” she said. “My bed’s softer that Rob’s.”
Robbie laughed from behind them. “I like it hard,” he replied. “The mattress, I mean,” he continued, hurriedly. His eyes glanced to his sister’s butt, but kept roving over Josh’s arse as well. Nice, he thought to himself. Very cute! I wonder if I can convince him?
Convince him, came a voice in his mind. Robbie nodded. An idea began to formulate in his head.
Aimee led the two guys into her room and over to the bed. Since the night at the farmhouse, she and Robbie had both gotten new King sized beds, since everyone knew they would probably need the room on occasion.
Aimee crawled over the mattress and lay in the middle of the bed. She patted the two sides and the guys got on, one on either side of her. “Do whatever you want to do,” she said to them and closed her eyes. “I surrender myself to the two of you. Just, don’t hurt me, okay?” The two guys nodded, although with her eyes closed she didn’t see them. She felt the mattress move, however and assumed they were in agreement. She sighed, contentedly and said: “I await your ministrations.”
What followed was so close together that it could have been choreographed. Each of the boys leaned over and took the nearest nipple into their mouths, sucking on it and gently nibbling on it. They both put one hand on her legs and began to stroke the inside of her thighs, moving, slowly, up towards her pussy that was already starting to tingle. The other hands went into her hair and began wrapping it around their fingers or stroking her scalp.
Robbie moved his lower hand to her stomach and held her across the belly, tickling her belly-button. Josh, meanwhile, moved his hand to the folds of her pussy and began to slide inside the lips, causing more wetness to flow from her.
Aimee bit her bottom lip a little in a way that sent Josh’s heart leaping into his chest. He was, he realised with a shock, completely smitten with her. He took his mouth off her breast and moved up to kiss her on the lips. She reciprocated and, for the first time since she’d submitted herself to them, she moved her hand. It snaked up, behind Josh’s neck and pulled him into her.
The kiss lasted for some time before Josh pulled away, slightly. His heart was beating so fast he worried he might do it some damage. He had to tell her. She had to know.
It was a risk, Josh knew. She might reject him and then his heart really would be broken – probably beyond repair. But he had to let her know and fuck the risk!
“I…” He swallowed. This was harder than he had anticipated. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, screwed up all of his courage and went for it.
“I love you,” he said.
Nothing.
No-one spoke.
Oh, fuck! You’ve fucked that up, royally, you complete twat, Josh thought to himself.
He opened his eyes.
Aimee was crying.
“Oh, shit,” Josh gasped. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…”
“I fucking hope you did,” Aimee said, laughing and crying at the same time. “That was so cute, Josh! So beautiful! Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it!”
“No, I didn’t,” Josh said and the look of hurt that crossed Aimee’s face nearly killed him. “I mean, I did… I do. I just meant that I didn’t mean to…make you cry. That’s what I didn’t mean. You know?”
Aimee laughed through the tears once more. “I know,” she said.
“Well then, can someone please explain it to me,” Robbie asked, once again smashing his presence into a moment where it really wasn’t wanted.
“He loves me,” Aimee said. “And not just because I was lying here, naked, with his mouth on my tit.”
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