Now we had another thrill added to our list of many: playing with my breasts. We did all sorts of crazy things with our bodies. Billy would stand up and rub his penis against my breasts until my nipples became hard and his penis began to get stiff, then he would rub it between them until it came and the white creamy liquid would run down my chest, over my stomach, and sometimes all the way down to my pussy.
Another time Billy masturbated with just the tip of his penis touching one of my hard nipples, as I held my hand under his balls. He came on my nipple and it felt as if someone had just poured hot molasses on it!
I remember too the day he let me put my finger up his ass. He made me cut my fingernail before we tried it, and I'm glad I did, because it was worth it. I wet my finger with my saliva and slowly slid it up his warm anus. I was entranced with the idea of having part of my body in his. I remember having all my fingers jammed in my pussy as I did it. And Billy was so excited he almost screamed at the top of his lungs – he told me so later.
In all this time, however, we had never once thought of anything more than touching. The idea of kissing, sucking, fucking, anything like that, was foreign to us, or at least to me. Then one day I learned something big and that started me on the road to where I am today…
One day, in May, near the end of the school year, I was supposed to be at my grandmother's house helping her with cleaning the attic. I remember being in a terrible mood and I had decided that I wouldn't go. I called Grandmother immediately after breakfast and told her I wasn't feeling well and that Mom said she thought I should wait a day to help her. So that was that. Only I didn't tell Mother. I packed up some sandwiches, apples, and my favorite books and headed for the hayloft – my sanctuary from the world. Mother was planning to go shopping, and when she returned she naturally thought I was at my grandmother's. I would have the entire day to myself and my own dream world. Or so I thought.
I heard voices while I was reading. I looked out, of the little window above the door to the main barn and saw Billy and his pal Tom calling to Mother, who was in the garden.
"Have you seen Maggie?" Billy shouted to her.
"No, she's at Grandmother's! That's where you should be instead of doing nothing around here," Mother called to him, waving her hands in the air.
"Aw," Billy said, "I'll go tomorrow. Or the next day."
Mother shouted back. "That next day is Monday and you know you'll be in school."
"All right, I'll go there later," Billy shouted back, turning away from her. Mother just shook her head and continued working on her planting…
Tom followed Billy up the drive till they stood immediately beneath my hidden perch. Billy looked around. I knew that familiar look, but why was he doing it now that Tom was with him? Before I had time to figure it out, they entered the barn and closed the large door.
I listened closely. They walked across the floor to the partition.
"Are you sure she won't come up here?" Tom asked.
"Who?" Billy said.
"Your Mom. Or your sister, what if she comes home?"
"She won't. Look, if you don't want to, that's all right…"
Tom stopped him. "Hell, of course I want to. I'm as horny as anything. I just wanted to be sure, that's all."
I heard the sound of familiar buckles and zippers, the sound of shoes hitting the ground, the sound of pants being pulled from their legs. "Who's first?" Billy asked.
"Doesn't matter. I will," Tom said, quickly. Then there was a silence.
I had to see what was happening. I knew the floorboards of the loft creaked, but I took my chances. I crawled over to the area just above the partitioned section and brushed the hay away enough to find a crack in the boards. I looked down and my eyes must have bulged out of my head.
Tom was kneeling on the ground, his legs spread wide on the floor. I could see his naked ass move back and forth from where I was, but I couldn't see his face because it was buried in Billy's lap!
Billy was sitting on the bale of hay, bracing his body with both hands behind him, his legs wide on each side of his friend. His penis was in Tom's mouth, or rather it was in and out of Tom's mouth, because Tom's head was moving up and down on the long organ, drawing it in and out of his lips. Billy was gasping, and I immediately felt angry because he looked like he was enjoying it more than anything he had ever done with me.
I was jealous, but more than that I was fascinated. I had never seen anything like it, nor had I even thought about anything like it. I suddenly thought to myself, why hadn't I thought of that? Billy looked like he was in ecstasy as the other boy's head slid up and down his hard penis. I wondered immediately what it felt like inside his mouth, what it tasted like, how far it could do down his throat, how did he keep from biting it and hurting Billy? My mind was a jumble, so much so that when Billy gave a short cry and took hold of Tom's hair, I didn't even realize he had reached orgasm.
It was minutes later, then Tom lifted his head from Billy's groin and said, "Wow, did you come a load!" that I realized what had actually happened.
But what had Tom done with it? He hadn't spat anything from his mouth. And he was speaking. Could he have swallowed it? I couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it, and yet I was dying, at that moment, to do the same myself. It was the first pang of desire to perform fellatio that I had ever had in my life. It has never left me.
As if to excite me even further, Billy then did the same thing to his friend. Tom remained, standing as Billy knelt and took the boy's slender penis into his mouth and began the same kind of movements as Tom had executed. I watched intently – learning how – as Billy sucked gently but firmly on the boy's organ. Tom had his hands on his hips and Billy was playing with the boy's balls at the same time. I had my hand stuffed in my pussy and it was wetter than ever.
Tom shouted, like Billy had, and grasped my brother's hair as he filled Billy's mouth with his semen. Billy choked at first, because the boy thrust his penis deep in his mouth, but then he stopped and he held Tom's ass tightly until the boy's orgasm was over. Then they both collapsed to the ground and sat there while their organs softened.
"Christ, that just makes me hot to fuck a girl," Tom said.
"Yeah, one of these days. I wonder if it's as great as they say it is?" Billy asked.
"I'm sure it is! A blow job turned out to be better than we thought it would, didn't it? Same has to happen with fucking."
I was going wild up in the rafters. I wanted to jump down and take both their penises in my mouth and then have them both fuck me, too. I knew I had to keep quiet and it was killing me.
Tom started hitching up his pants. "You think your sister would ever let me watch when she jacks you off?"
You bet I would, I thought to myself.
"No," Billy said, "I don't think so."
"Damn. She's really pretty. I'd love to see her doing that to you. I'd love to have any girl do that to me!"
That's all I remember them saying. They got their clothing straightened out and left the barn. Mom started yelling and I think Billy left for Grandmother's. I just sat there, thinking about what I had just seen and heard. I moved my hands over my body, over my hard nipples, down to my crotch, and I placed one finger into my vaginal opening. The sensation was exciting, so I put another finger in, and then another. I moved them around and suddenly my whole body began to shake. I felt wet down there and thought for a moment I was going to black out. The roof of the barn tipped and the walls seemed to be falling in on me, but I kept my fingers moving even though my senses were all running together. I had experienced something – some feeling – that I had never before felt. It troubled me, because I couldn't figure it out. Why had I felt so wonderful for those few moments? Would I ever feel it again? I lay there wondering that till I fell asleep.