"Are you sure?" I asked her.
"Very sure," she smiled at me. "Why use those things if we don’t have to? I want to feel you cum inside me next time."
She’s unbelievable.
"Anyhow, I do think you need to get rid of that thing before it falls off and messes your bed," she giggled. "My problem is I need a shower."
"I’ve got one down here," I smiled at her. "Right outside the door, to the right, I have my own bathroom. With shower."
She bolted up on the bed, still grinning. "So what are we waiting for! Last one in the shower has to wash the other person!"
"Honey, I’ll wash everything you’ve got even if I’m the first one in," I told her.
"Oh, goody!"
So, we took a shower together. And that was great. Of course, we paid special attention to all the naughty bits. Not enough for me to cum again, but, after what had just happened, that would’ve took some doing, so I didn’t care. She might have had a little one while I was washing certain places. I even washed her hair. All her hair. Upper and lower. She giggled and said, "you’re nuts!" as I took some shampoo and worked it into her pubes.
"You remember I told you I was nude at home yesterday afternoon, right?"
"Yeah," she said.
"Well, Tina decided to get into the spirit of the thing and got nude with me. When my parents got home, they did the same thing."
"You’re kidding," she laughed.
"Nope. And one thing I told Tina when she stripped is that now I knew she was a natural blonde." Amanda laughed at that. "And you, my dear, I now have no doubt, are a natural redhead."
"You’re damn right!"
"Ever hear the Bruce Springsteen song ‘Red Headed Woman’?"
"Nope."
"I’ll have to play it for you sometime." For now, I sang it. "Brunettes are fine, and blondes are fun, but when it comes to getting a dirty job done, it takes a Red-Headed Woman…"
She howled. Especially at my favorite verse, the one about getting down on your knees and tasting a red-headed woman.
"You’re crazy," she told me.
"Just about you."
"I take it Bruce Springsteen has a thing for redheads?" she asked.
"Patti Scialfa is his wife. She’s in his band, so I know what she looks like. And since I know what she looks like, I can tell you that she’s as red-haired as it gets. At least on top. I’ll take Bruce’s word for the rest of it." She cracked up laughing. "You clean yet?" I asked.
"I don’t think I’ve ever been this clean. Especially a particular patch of red hair," she giggled.
"Great." I turned the shower off, we stepped out, and toweled each other off, both of us laughing the whole time. I put on my watch, checked it, and said, "Hey, it’s only ten o’clock. You want to go upstairs and grab a Coke?"
"Actually, yeah, I’m thirsty as hell," she admitted. "Shouldn’t we get dressed first, though?"
"You’re forgetting something," I teased. "You have no clothes here."
"Oh, shit, you’re right. But won’t your parents be upstairs?"
"Probably. Tina, too, I’ll bet."
She got a look of horror on her face. "Shit, Jared, they’ll know what we were doing down here! I know I was loud!"
I just laughed. "Don’t you think they knew what we were going to be doing the minute we came down here? And you’d still be going up there, clothed or not. Look, they really are cool."
"OK," she said. "You have clothes, though."
"If you want, I can see if I have something you’ll sort of fit into."
"No, I meant that you can get dressed if you want."
"No way," I told her. "I wouldn’t do that to you. Plus, I promised you a naked date, and that date’s not over yet."
"OK," she smiled at me. "You sure they’re cool?"
"Very." I stopped and looked at her. "Although I wouldn’t be surprised at a comment from Tina."
"Uh-oh. Are you sure there’s no place we can sneak out of here without going upstairs?"
"Nope, sorry."
"It’s OK," she grinned. "If your parents are cool-and I know Tina’s cool, even if she teases us-why should I be ashamed?"
"That’s the spirit."
Up we went, hand-in-hand. The stairs from the basement come up into the living room-and there they all were, Mom, Dad, and Tina. I couldn’t hide the shit-eating grin, and Amanda couldn’t hide a similar grin, not to mention a deepening blush. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Mom and Dad just gave each other a knowing look, while Tina had a grin as wide as mine was. "Hi, folks, we’re going into the kitchen to grab some cokes," was all I said, as I led a blushing and grinning Amanda into the kitchen.
"They knew," she said.
"No doubt in my mind," I grinned at her. "You hungry?"
"Ravenous, actually. I thought that colossal meal at The Mariner would last me. We must have worked off some calories," she giggled.
"No doubt," I grinned back at her. "Let me see what I can rustle up." She sat down on one of the stools at our breakfast nook, while I started hunting through the refrigerator looking for some grub. And, not to my surprise, here came Tina.
"Well, hello," she said, evil grin on her face.
"Hiya, Tina. Did you happen to leave any food in this refrigerator?"
"There’s a bunch of fruit in the bottom drawer."
"Fruit sounds good," Amanda piped up.
"Fruit it is." I found oranges and bananas and different types of berries down there, pulled them out, and started putting a couple bowls together. Tina was still standing there, leaning on the doorway.
"So," she said finally, "is my little brother still a virgin?"
I was about to make a witty remark, when Amanda surprised me. "No, Tina, your big little brother is no longer a virgin," she said with a big grin. I just looked at her and grinned back. She looked at me and winked!
"Good!" Tina said.
"Yup, and just think, a mere two hours ago, two of the people in this room were virgins. Not anymore."
"Oh, it was your first time, too?" Tina asked.
"Yep."
"Were you careful?" Tina asked, concerned. Well, despite all the teasing, she is my big sister and she does look out for me.
"Of course," I told her.
"I should’ve known better," Tina said. Then she got that evil grin again. "Was it good?"
Again Amanda beat me to the answer. "’Good’ would be the understatement of the century," Amanda told her, matching evil grin with a shit-eating one. "Your big little brother not only has the proper equipment, but he damn sure knows how to use it." She was shameless! Where was this coming from? "At one point," Amanda continued, "he asked me if I was OK and I told him I skipped right past OK and headed straight for delirious."
"Wow," Tina said, thunderstruck.
"Yup. It was all that and a bowl of fruit," Amanda said, as I set said bowl of fruit in front of her.
"Jesus. I think I’m jealous. I wish my first time were that good," Tina admitted.
"Well, I think you would’ve had to have been into incest," Amanda giggled, shocking the living shit out of me.
"AMANDA! You’re shameless!" I looked up at Tina, who was trying not to start laughing. "I think I need to shut her up, and in a hurry." I sat on the stool next to Amanda’s, plucked a strawberry out of her bowl, and dangled it in front of her lips. She started nibbling at it-very sensuously. "Besides which, Tina, what were you, fourteen or something your first time?"
"Thirteen, actually. And you’re right. I was probably a bit too small, and he, who was also thirteen, had no clue." She grinned. "Luckily, it got better."
Amanda stopped nibbling for a minute and said, "Well, if it gets any better than that, I don’t think I’d survive the experience."