“Whatever she taught me works just fine,” Brooke giggled.
“Little one, you’re soon going to learn the difference between ‘just fine’ and ‘mind-blowing’.” And with that, Dawn dove in.
So in our pairs, we thrust and humped and moaned and whined in ecstasy. I showed DJ what fucking was all about, with all the power and force and angles and depth necessary to do my version of blowing the young teenager’s mind. I even reached down and grabbed hold of DJ’s blonde pigtails, tugging back on them just hard enough to get her attention while I reamed her pussy from behind.
At the same time, Dawn showed Brooke what expert rug-munching was all about, with all the titillations, caresses, and finger penetrations necessary to bring Brooke to climax over and over again.
It became a little competition between Dawn and I. Who could make our 15-year-old cum more? Ultimately, I’ll admit that Dawn won that particular challenge. But I certainly made DJ scream the loudest when I popped a finger up her ass while groping her tits from behind and grinding my cock at full depth inside her tight cunt, my dickhead spitting out scalding hot semen against her sensitive inner walls.
And in the end, when DJ was collapsed facedown with our mingled cum flowing like a river from her stretched and abused pussy, and when Brooke was panting on her back with a face covered in Dawn’s nectar, Dawn and I looked over at each other and smiled.
The students had become the masters.
Remaining naked, the four of us took a break from fucking to relax and enjoy the perfect weather. Brooke and DJ seemed to revel in their nudity, having never gone completely bare while outdoors for this long before, and the two of them resolved to find their own “special spot” from which to do a little nude sunbathing and get frisky with each other.
Momentarily sated, Dawn and I cuddled together and basked in our love for one another, my head propped up by my backpack and Dawn’s head resting on my chest while she idly ran her fingers along my ribs.
DJ was in her own little world, staring glassy-eyed at the sky, absentmindedly rubbing one of her upright breasts while simultaneously stirring her finger inside the collection of cream still inside her recently-fucked pussy. Her expression was one of satisfied bliss, and she seemed to be reliving the experience quite happily.
Brooke, on the other hand, was pensive. She was sitting up and leaning back on her arms, staring off at the creek before us. Every now and again she would glance at me for a few lingering seconds, and then turn away while biting her lower lip. Her posture was rigid and while her best friend was comfortably reminiscing about her sexual experience, Brooke seemed to be anxiously considering hers. This was the moment she’d been waiting for.
Perhaps it would have been easier if Brooke had gone before DJ. Still flush with arousal and anticipation, she might have flung herself into my arms and gone through with her deflowering before she even really had time to think about it. But this way, after going through two sex rounds and a long break, Brooke now had all the time in the world to contemplate her next move, time that seemed to only make her more and more apprehensive.
But even though I sensed some hesitation from Brooke, I wasn’t about to deny her again just yet. Everyone gets a little stage fright, and it was perfectly acceptable for her to show some nervousness before surrendering her virginity. This was part of the reason my sister had chosen me. She knew she could trust me to be gentle and considerate, and to do everything I could to calm her before taking any permanent action.
The younger girls sensed the change in the wind when I lifted Dawn off me. My girlfriend rolled onto her side and propped her head up on one elbow while I leaned across the blankets and started rubbing Brooke’s naked back soothingly. On the other side of her, DJ sat up and looked on with interest, reaching over and squeezing her best friend’s hand. “You’ll love it, trust me,” DJ said earnestly. “It’s just divine.”
Biting her lip, Brooke nodded in understanding, but still hung her head forward. I leaned in and kissed my little sister’s shoulder and whispered, “You don’t have to do anything. I just want to make you happy, Brooke.”
“I want to,” she whispered in a weak voice. And then a little stronger, “I want to.”
“I know you do.” I leaned my head down and Brooke turned her head to me, a frightened look on her face as she seemed on the verge of tears. Then squeezing her eyes shut, she reached a hand to my cheek and then leaned in, pressing her lips firmly to mine.
There’s something very unique about kissing your sisters. Beyond the lust and fire, there’s a chaste tenderness in the way it feels. It’s as if I’m kissing both my lover and family member at the same time. With Brooke, I communicated both physical and platonic love; and the only other person I’d ever felt this way with was Brandi. It was like there was a basic underlying trust in that moment, something that restrained our emotions.
My relationships with girlfriends could possibly end. There was a recklessness to the way I kissed girlfriends and lovers because even if things went terribly awry, my life would go on without them in it. But that wasn’t the case with my sisters. No matter what, they would always be family, and I would always keep myself in check to prevent myself from hurting them. Even my relationship with Dawn, as close as we were, wasn’t as protective as my relationship with Brooke.
So even as I felt the lust and desire from my little sister, I could also sense the fear. And still stroking her back, I rubbed soothingly and sought to do everything I could to calm her. I broke the kiss long enough to rub noses with her, and I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. “I love you, Brooke. Always, little sis.”
“I love you, Ben,” she whimpered. “And I want this…”
“But you’re still scared,” I finished for her. Brooke looked deep into my eyes and nodded.
I smiled warmly. We weren’t going to do it right now. I was off the hook. “Okay. No problem. We don’t have to do this today and there’s a lot of camp left.”
DJ moaned in disappointment when she realized her best friend wasn’t going to go through with it. “Aww…”
Brooke flinched at that and immediately I turned to DJ, scolding in a firm voice. “Don’t pressure her, okay, kiddo?”
“I know, I know. I was just looking forward to watching her have her first time,” DJ sighed. “Mine sucked. I wanted to see how beautiful it could be.”
Staring off at nothing, Dawn murmured, “It WAS beautiful.” And then with a little smile, my girlfriend blinked a few times and then looked at me, coming to a realization of her own. “Ben, maybe you and Brooke should do this alone. Just the two of you. No pressure.”
And then Dawn’s eyes swiveled to DJ before she added, “No gawking friends.”
DJ pouted, but said nothing. Brooke latched onto the idea and looked at me with a world of pleading in her eyes. I just smiled and nodded. “Okay. Maybe we can arrange something in one of the cabins. Do this on a proper bed?”
And then Brooke grabbed my arm. “Ben? Let’s not… let’s not plan this, okay? If I set a date or time I’ll freak out. Can we just let it happen? If it happens?”
I looked at Dawn, who shrugged. And then I answered my sister, “Uh, sure.”
“I mean, maybe while the four of us are together, I may decide I’m really ready and I won’t mind if you’re around,” Brooke said and looked at DJ, who smiled. Then she returned her shining eyes to me. “Or… maybe while we’re out and about somewhere, I’ll just grab you.”
I gave her a wry smile. “You’ll have to be really careful about Mom and Dad then. They’re pretty liberal about sex but I don’t know if they’re THAT liberal. I’m pretty sure they’d have freaked if they caught me and Brandi at home.”