Brooke chuckled. “I know.” And then she threw her arms around me, hugging me warmly and platonically. In the spirit of the moment, I tried to ignore that the pretty, naked 15-year-old had her boobs pressing against my skin. “Thanks Ben,” Brooke sighed.
But then Brooke startled and yelped, picking her head up. I looked down to see that DJ had slid behind her best friend, cupping one of Brooke’s tits from behind while she leered at me. “Well, if Brooke doesn’t want to fuck right now, can I take her turn?”
Suddenly, someone yanked on my shoulders and I found myself flat on my back with Dawn leaning over me, her face relatively upside-down. “I got a better idea. Why don’t we all triple-team him!” And then with that, my girlfriend shoved her big tits into my face.
In revenge, I snaked my right hand over and slipped two fingers into her box, causing her to moan as I started manipulating my girlfriend’s pussy and suckling on the proffered teats.
Laughing, DJ quickly had my cock in hand, stroking it urgently before lowering her mouth to me. And behind her, Brooke just grinned and looked on.
I caught my sister’s attention with my eyes and beckoned her towards me, holding up my free hand even while I nursed at Dawn’s tits. And with a shrug and a smile, Brooke joined in.
“Laters, Ben.” Brooke kissed my cheek firmly and then dashed off after DJ, who hoisted her towel over her shoulder and was making a beeline for the lake.
I smiled and waved after my little sister as she left, then more sedately finished putting on my running shoes. Dawn and I were going to join some of our other friends for Ultimate Frisbee that afternoon.
“You two are certainly getting along well,” my mom smiled as she passed behind me, rearranging some of the mess our family had made in the past couple of weeks.
I shrugged and turned to her. “Yeah, Brooke’s been pretty cool. Not as much of a brat anymore.”
“Oh, your sister’s an angel. She’s never been a brat,” Mom insisted.
I rolled my eyes, thinking of all her little evil blackmail schemes that had come to her as naturally as breathing. “Yeah, well, believe what you want, Mom. Either way, she’s growing up.”
“She certainly is,” Mom sighed. “I see the way all the boys have started to look at her. Even some of the men.”
I didn’t bother to respond verbally to that. But my mom stood at the window and looked off at Brooke, who was hopping down the trail with DJ while wearing nothing but her bikini and some flip-flops. My little sister’s tight ass was positively delectable in her skimpy bottoms.
Mom’s voice seemed to descend from the heavens. “You don’t suppose she’s sexually active yet, do you Ben?”
My eyes went wide as I panicked for a brief moment. She didn’t suspect anything, did she? “Uh, what?” I asked, truly bewildered that my mother would ask me such a question about my little sister.
“You know I put her on the pill when she turned fifteen. Deanna Evans recommended it. She’s pretty sure DJ has started to have sex already, and that makes me worry about Brooke. I don’t know if she’s old enough or ready yet. You and Dawn at least waited until you were sixteen.”
“Then why’d you put her on the pill at fifteen?” I arched my eyebrow. “Isn’t that giving her tacit permission?”
“Maybe. I’m convinced a girl will start when she thinks she’s ready, whether she’s protected or not. I’d rather be sure not to have any premature grandchildren. So what do you think? Is she sexually active yet? That Perry boy seems nice, but we both know that all boys are constantly thinking about sex, Ben.”
I coughed to cover my snort. “Uh, yeah, Mom. And… I’m not sure if she’s ready yet. But I do talk to her, and rest assured Mom, Brooke will think things through before she does anything rash. She’s a smart girl. She won’t let herself get hurt.”
Mom smiled and then ran her fingers though my hair, something which annoyed me to no end. “Thank goodness for you, Ben. Such a good big brother. Keep talking to her. I know you’ll do what’s best for her.”
And then Mom walked further into the cabin, stooping to pick up some towels the twins had carelessly let fall to the floor. I watched her for a second and then returned my gaze to Brooke and DJ, the two cute girls no doubt deep in conversation about all that had happened this morning. I sighed and then steeled my resolve. Whatever happened, whether Brooke and I had sex or not, I WOULD do what was best for her.
I was sitting well back from the bonfire, perched on a boulder up the hill. Twenty feet before me and to the left, I could see DJ and Brooke laughing with Eden and Emma as they roasted their marshmallows and put together their s’mores. It was a routine by now, the four of them working like a well-oiled machine to churn out perfect s’more after perfect s’more.
Brooke was currently on handout duty, accepting the finished product and handing them off to the littlest kids who gratefully accepted the treats. Even a couple adults who hadn’t yet gotten sick of s’mores after two weeks of camp took a few. And of course, there were the teenaged guys who just wanted any excuse to flirt with the 15-year-old hotties.
One such teenager, Andrew Hemingway, was even so bold as to whisper something into Brooke’s ear as he took a s’more, and then he leaned in and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. Even with the firelight in her face, I could see Brooke blush as the boy turned away almost immediately and scooted back into the crowd as if his ass was on fire, and Brooke stared after him for a long few seconds before a cute 5-year-old girl showed up and asked for the s’more in Brooke’s hands.
A rustle to my left shook me from my reverie of staring at Brooke and I turned to see Dawn climbing up onto the boulder beside me. There was a stump next to the rock, boosting her up and then she was suddenly beside me, our legs dangling off into thin air four feet above the ground. And in a quiet voice, she asked, “What are you thinking?”
I reached out and accepted Dawn’s hand into mine, squeezing gently on it three times in our now-usual greeting to one another. I sighed and then nodded back towards the fire. “I’m wondering if I made the right decision.”
Dawn followed my gaze. “What? Not having sex with Brooke this morning?”
“No, no. I’m sure that was the right decision. No I’m questioning whether I should be doing this in the first place. A girl’s virginity is pretty special to her, isn’t it?”
Dawn squeezed my hand. “It was with me. Believe me, I had lots of opportunities to lose it when I was her age.” She then leaned in and nuzzled my cheek. “But then I thought of you, Ben. And I knew. We’re meant to be together.”
I smiled and leaned in until our foreheads were touching. “Yeah…” But then I sighed. “That’s kind of what I mean. Is this the right thing for Brooke? Clearly, she and I aren’t meant to be together. And just now, Andrew Hemingway went up and shyly kissed her on the cheek.”
“Andrew’s a nice guy,” Dawn nodded.
“Exactly. Shouldn’t Brooke have the chance to find someone she really cares about?”
“She does, Ben. You. Left to her own devices, who knows how it’ll turn out. Look at Dayna, seduced by a greasy football player in the back of a car. Or DJ’s pathetic excuse for a first boyfriend. Girls have hormones too, Ben. At some point, you just get tired of waiting for Mr. Right and think you’ve found Mr. Right Now. DJ said that Brooke told her that her boyfriend Perry even tried to rape her. You think that’s how Brooke wants to lose her cherry?”
I sighed. “But I don’t love her like that. I mean, I love my sister, but not romantically. We have no future together.”