Her panties were pale yellow to match her dress and unadorned. The space between her thighs was covered by a gentle double curve of cotton, a shallow indent running between them. The lower portion was transparent with moisture and a sheen of wet highlighted the top of one inner thigh.
Most boys his age, in the same situation, would be trying to figure out to quickest way to get their dick inside the beautiful eager girl, stepsister or not. Valentine knew, and had been warned, that there was no way he was getting inside a girl like her. The knowledge gave him patience, sure it could only go so far.
He led her back to the bed, gathering her into his arms for a long kiss before guiding her up onto the covers. He clambered up beside her. Her skirt was still bunched up high on her legs, but her soaked panties were hidden.
With one finger, he lifted the second shoulder strap up and soft her. With both hands he shimmied the top down around her waist. She was stunning. He had seen her in bikinis for years. He knew what suit had given her these tiny tan lines.
Never before had her sweet, smooth belly looked like this to him. She was open and exposed to him, trusting him with her body. Trusting him not to hurt her.
He locked his lips on the more recently exposed nipple and sucked. Candy squealed with an arch of her back. When he flicked his tongue over it between his lips, she grabbed the back of his head.
He released the hard little bud to look at her face. She was panting, hands in his hair. “So you like that?”
She nodded before tightening her grip on his head. “Definitely. More please.”
He used his tongue more now, flicking harder over her swollen nipples. The kissing, tugging on it gently with just his lips before renewing his tongue’s assault.
Candy cried out. He moved back to the first, neglected breast. He cradled it in his hand, squeezing it as though checking for ripeness. It felt perfect in his hand. Not sagging in the slightest, firmly resistant to his pressure, but alive in a way Mrs. Malone’s implants couldn’t be.
He pinched the sensitive nipple, pulling it up away from her body slightly, stretching her breast to a point. It didn’t hurt, but her face showed worry that it might.
He held it there while he ran long soft licks over the captured nubbin. Stimulated on that tender spot while held in a place just before pain, Candy couldn’t hold still. Her fingers twisted in his hair while her toes clenched repeatedly, trying to grasp at something uselessly inside her sneakers.
He slid up to kiss her. Her hands stayed grabbed at his head while she kissed him back more frantically than ever. Her tongue was hungry and aggressive. She pressed her body against his.
When she pulled back her lips were swollen, open and panting. He saw fire in her eyes.
“Will you be mine? I’m not even sure what I mean, but I know I want you to be mine. Will you? Be my Valentine? Be mine?”
Suddenly, his throat was dry. He didn’t know what to say. He nodded.
She kissed him. “Thank you.”
She glanced down, where her dress bunched around her middle. “Are you really going to lick me like that, down there?”
“If you want me to.”
“Yes I want you to! Can you feel how close I am to a climax?”
“Climax? Are you going to cum?”
She nodded. “Oh yeah. I can feel it. Please.”
“Please do what? I want to hear you say it.”
“Val! You tease. Please lick me. Please make me…cum with your tongue. My Valentine.”
He slid down without answering, nipping at one breast as her passed, kissing over her smooth stomach. Her legs opened as he slid between them. Drawing close, he blew lightly over the wet fabric clinging to her lips. Nothing was hidden. bit.ly/HotttT
She lifted her hips to him. “Yes. Right there.”
He ran his tongue along her slit, over the cotton. She groaned as he tasted her juices soaking the cloth.
“So close.”
He ran his tongue up higher and her hips bucked.
“Oh god.”
Valentine fixed his lips to the cotton directly over her swollen hidden clit and sucked. She screamed at the intense sudden sensation.
He added his tongue, flicking over the spot as it had done on her nipple. Her back arched in one long spasm. A prolonged growl escaped her as she ruptured inside, her arms and legs swimming aimlessly as she was lost in the rapture.
Valentine was in heaven. As she continued to writhe, he pulled the soaked cotton panel aside and buried his face in her virgin slit. Licking deeply, sucking voraciously, savoring every morsel he could, he devoured her.
Candy felt the tension that had been building up in her for hours now, begun by a kiss and fueled by the evident bulge that she had inspired on a dreamy walk with a handsome boy who made her feel so comfortable and so tormented, teased to new heights by sights and sensations completely new to her culminating in his tongue and lips on her most private parts, finally release.
Before now, in she brief experience with her own climaxes, the pressure built, often to near agonizing levels, and then it was released. Release may come from fingers, a massaging spray, or a vibrating toothbrush. The release felt wonderful, but so did the build up in her center, the winding of the spring, the torture.
This time was different. In many ways. She had never cum with another person present. Not watching, or touching, or licking or sucking. More importantly to Candy at that moment, though, was another way this was different.
Valentine’s kisses, and his talk, and his touches and his cock had her wound tight and ready to explode. She could have cum with what his mouth was doing to her nipples, she was sure, but the tension has reached such a pitch she needed the release.
Then his lips and breath and tongue found her button. The release was immediate and strong. Sight and sound were lost to her in the rush of overwhelming waves passes through her.
The sensation on her clit was so intense as she came that she would have begged him to stop if she could have thought or spoken. Instead, the intensity shot skyward, the white light blinding her became white hot fire burning without consuming.
Tension flooded into her center as quickly as it released. The agony of her tormented senses, pushed beyond their limits, continued on and on and on.
Eventually, Valentine’s licks and kisses slowed. The bucking of her sweet hips stopped and the arch that had held her rigid relaxed, but continued to shake, almost like a deep shiver from near hypothermia.
He climbed up to her and gathered her in his arms. He held her as her shaking gradually slowed.
Her breath quieted. Without lifting her head from his chest, her voices muffled, she murmured, “What did you do to me?”
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. He chuckled, proud of himself. “You’ll be okay.”
“No. I won’t be okay. I thought I was going insane or that my head would explode and I already want to do it again. I don’t think I’ll ever be okay, Val. You’ve ruined me.”
He kissed her forehead again. “You’re welcome.”
“Oh, by the way. Would you be my Valentine?”
Candy pulled away from him, to stare at his face, as if to see if she was being kidded. “Be Valentine’s Valentine?”
“Exactly.”
“Yes please.” With a squeal of delight, she pressed her lips to his. She quickly pulled back to look at him.
“Dude, you taste funny. What have you got on your face?”
“Only you, beautiful, only you.”
Val rolled toward the nightstand and check the time on his phone. “Oh shit. Can, Mom could be home anytime.”
They both looked down at themselves. Candy’s yellow dress was a scrunched up tangle around her waist, revealing perfect untanned titties above, and soaked panties pushed aside, hiding nothing below.
It took her no time to adjust underwear and pull the dress back over her young breasts. She straddled him, pinning his down wrists with her small hands, and kissed him.
“Thank you. I look forward to our next lesson.” She pushed herself down on his bulge as she said the last. She kissed him again, deeper, then licked along his chin. “And wash your face before Mom gets home.”
She bounced out of bed, smoothed her skirt quickly in front of his mirror, and blew him a kiss on her way out. She popped back into view and exaggerated the motion of grabbing the door knob and beginning to swing his door closed.
He heard her theatrical whisper, “And don’t forget to close your door.”
Valentine reclined and stared at the ceiling, stunned. He kept seeing Candy arched above him while he licked her to an ongoing climax, alternating long tastes along her outer lips with hungry probing laps inside.
His gorgeous sweet innocent stepsister wasn’t scared of him either. He thought of her, soon, using her tongue on him, but his attention quickly wandered back to his mouth on her.
He hadn’t been the boy with the horse cock, servicing an experienced woman who knew what she wanted and how to ask for it. He had been the experienced one, Candy the perfect student.
She was just learning what she wanted, and how to ask for it, though Valentine was sure there was at least one thing he wouldn’t be able to show her, as much as he’d loved to have climbed between her bare legs, torn those wet panties off and plunged into her.
He couldn’t hurt her; no matter what he had to keep her safe, even from him.
He rolled out of bed before he fell asleep again or Mom caught him with Candy juice dried on his face. Unbidden, an image appeared of his Mom in the gold sequin dress that she had been about to change out of, leaning in to kiss his cheek, hugging herself close to him.
He is more aware of her fit body against his than normal.
“Val?” Her voice sounds puzzled. “Why do you smell like pussy?”
He headed toward his bath across the hall, shaking his head. He turned on the water before rummaging through his bag for his toiletries.
He spied his new vape pen. They were the latest thing in the dorms. The cartridge held enough THC concentrate to last a month or more of occasional use, and there was none of that distinctive cloying pot smoke or breath to get sniffed out. It recharged with a USB plug and looked almost like a pen.
He drew in a few slow drags, exhaling water vapor with a slight sweetish odor. It would take the buzz a little while to kick in compared to smoking marijuana. He climbed into the shower and let the massage head pound the pulsing jets over his head and neck.
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