"I know. I think that's part of it, actually. From what I've read, and hearing other guys talk, I think it's pretty common for guys to have the dream or fantasy of teaching a young woman about sex, and making love. For most guys, they think about girls that are a little older than you and Gail.
For me, I've always thought of girls your age. So when I get to touch you, I'm getting to experience something I've only dreamed about. I still love you, and that's what is MOST
important to me; getting to actually do things like this with you… well, that makes it something special in a way that I think you'll only understand when you get older."
Reasonably satisfied with my explanation, Emma was content to lay there and let me hold her for a little while longer. Eventually, though, she told me "I think Gail is going to be getting home before long, so I suppose I have to get up and get dressed again, now."
I patted her butt, and gave it a little caress, before answering "I think you're probably right.", and releasing my gentle hold on her. She stayed next to me for several seconds, then rolled over and got to her feet. She didn't have any more problems with getting dressed in front of me than she'd had about getting naked; when she sat down to put her shoes back on, I got up and folded the blanket and put it away; the pillow went with me when I went to take a seat on the couch again.
After I was settled, Emma moved to sit next to me, then pulled my arm around herself before snuggling into my side. As we sat there, she had some questions about some of the other things that she'd heard the older girls at school talking about. I answered her as best I could, though she didn't seem entirely sure that I wasn't pulling her leg about some things. We were still sitting there when Gail turned up from her after-school activities. Both of them took seats at the dining room table to study, and I went in to get a start on supper for all of us.
After that day, Emma wasn't bashful about pulling my arm around herself and positioning my hand on her breast when it was just the two of us. I welcomed such opportunities to toy with her firm mounds, but never instigated such activities with her. I'd told her it was up to her how much of what we did, and I was meticulous about keeping my word.
There were a few more times when she indicated that she wanted my help in having another orgasm; I was always delighted to do so, and even managed to help her have two of them during one session. Whenever there was anybody else around, Emma acted as though I was simply a good neighbor to her and her mother and sister.
Something I noticed as the days and weeks passed was that Gail was starting to look at me differently, when she didn't know I could see her. It wasn't in a way that made me nervous or anything; simply as if she were seeing me in a different way. I finally found out what was going on when she came over to visit one Saturday when Andrea had to work.
I was sitting there watching an old movie on TV, with Gail on the opposite end of the couch from me. When there was a commercial break, I heard her ask "Gary? Can… can I talk to you? For just a minute?"
The way she asked, and the tone of her voice, told me that she needed my full attention, so I shut the TV off and turned to face her before answering "Of course, honey. What is it?"
"I'm kinda having a problem with something. I've kind of talked to Emma about it, and what she's told me had helped, but not enough. She told me that maybe if I talked to you, and told you what it is, maybe you could help."
"If I can. What's going on?"
Blushing slightly, she told me "It… it's kinda personal, and embarrassing, even."
"Sweetheart, I sincerely doubt that you've invented anything all that new at thirteen. But if it helps any, I promise that I won't think that you're weird or disgusting or anything, okay?"
Somewhat reassured, she managed to tell me "I… I've kinda been touching myself. You know, my boobs and even there, between my legs. It feels good and everything, but after I've been touching myself like that for a while, it starts feeling like something is going to happen — except that it never does. Happen, I mean. Em told me that what would happen is an orgasm, like what I've heard about. It sounds like it would be really nice, and I want it to happen. Except that it doesn't, like I said, and it's kinda starting to make me crazy. I don't think I look much different than the other girls I see in gym class, and Emma said that maybe you would be able to help -
like… like maybe see something that I can't about how I look. And… and if I'm okay, then maybe… maybe you could watch and see if I'm doing anything wrong, or… or even help me."
I'd told Emma that she could direct Gail to me if she liked, but I didn't have any idea that she'd suggest that her sister masturbate for me; the idea had my cock tenting my pants almost instantly.
After a few seconds, so Gail would get the idea that I was thinking about what she'd said, I gave her much the same spiel I'd told Emma. Just like her sister, Gail was aghast at the idea of me going to jail for helping her, and was just as careful to think about it before telling me that she was ready and willing to keep any activity with me a secret.
Knowing that I was willing to help her, but that I wasn't going to "push" her to do anything, Gail sat at the end of the couch for several moments before getting up and starting to take her clothes off. She seemed a trifle embarrassed; I finally decided that it was because of her less-developed figure. To help make it easier for her, I made sure I was looking some other direction when she happened to glance my way, so that I wasn't overtly watching her — which I was actually doing, of course.
Once she was nude, I pretended to be looking at something outside until she told me "Okay, you can look now."
I only had to turn my head a little bit to be looking at her straight on. Standing there with her arms at her sides, she was a pleasure to look at. She had the same blond hair as her sister and mother, though her pubic thatch wasn't as large as her sister's, and even more sparse — the surface and details of her pudendum were easily visible. She was just starting to develop the curves of a woman, so her waist and hips were only slight arcs. With her holding still like that, it was easy to see that her breasts were a trifle larger than they'd been when she'd first shown them to me. Her nipples were a rosy pink, as were her slightly puffy areolas. I looked into her eyes and told her "You're very pretty — I can see how lovely you're going to be as you get older."
She gave me a pleased smile before turning around so I could see how she looked from the back, and I was glad she did. Her butt had a slightly more rounded shape than Emma's, and was easily as nice to look at. Her legs were long and slender, and fairly flowed into her cute little heart-shaped ass.
When I cleared my throat, she turned around and moved to sit at the end of the couch from me again. She turned to face me before slowly spreading her legs, lifting one of them to rest on the back of the couch, so that she was fully exposed to me. Quietly, she told me "Emma said that I should ask you to make sure there isn't anything wrong with me there, either, and that I should tell you it's okay to look closer if you want to. I… I'm kinda embarrassed about it, 'cause nobody's ever looked at me there before, but Emma told me it was okay; she said you wouldn't say or do anything to make me feel bad."
I smiled at her before answering "No, I wouldn't. Is it okay?"
Somewhat relieved at my assurance, she nodded. I leaned forward enough to get a closer look at her sex, but still far enough away not to cause her to worry. With her legs spread the way they were, she was opened up to my gaze as completely as she could be. I didn't have any problem seeing the damp entrance to her vagina, or her labia, which were small and somewhat thicker than I would have expected. At the top of her slit, I could see that her clitoris was starting to make an appearance; it looked to be about the size of a small kernel of corn. Close as I was to the source, I could detect the slightest hint of her fresh and vaguely tangy essence wafting into my nose. Right at that moment, what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world was bury my face between her smooth thighs and help her experience her first orgasm by eating her thirteen-year-old snatch…