(As other have said, it's best to start with the first chapter.)
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18-year old Charlie slept soundly for most of that night, the night he had played truth or dare with Alice, who was a much more experienced 22. She had seemed to tease him relentlessly, showing him her perfect medium-small upcurved breasts, and then guiding him to feel her wetness under her sweatpants. But in the end she had been so generous, and had swallowed his needy cock whole, and had sucked him off, drinking down every last drop of what had seemed for a few seconds like an unending stream of lust and love for her.
As he slowly awakened with these memories, he was feeling both happy and guilty. She hadn't let him please her the way she pleased him, mostly because he simply didn't know how. But it was also because officially they were stepbrother and stepsister, even though they didn't quite think of it that way, and they had to be very careful not to get caught by their parents.
Charlie hadn't done anything more than kiss a woman before last night, but Alice was, in her own words, "sometimes slutty," and she had taken pity on his lust for her. It was more than just a physical need on his side, because it was clear to both of them that he loved her. She loved him too, but in a somewhat different way.
She had explained to him her idea that some things in life were simultaneously good and bad, wonderful and awful, and that their relationship was one of them. But in spite of that she was going to try to give him some sexual experiences, as an act of love and generosity on her part—and also and because he was safe, available, and he did actually turn her on. But she'd already warned him that in the long they had no future together, and that she was likely to break his heart in the end.
But Charlie wasn't worried about that at the moment, because for now he could still look forward to more lessons, because he was still really a virgin. He had seen from a only about five feet away, and had even felt briefly, her dark-haired vagina, which he'd found out last night could get amazingly wet. She'd also shown him she had an essence like something he'd never experienced before in his life. Her scent was musky, sweet, and very sexy. It seemed, like Alice herself, to be life-affirming.
What he really wanted to know though, as he sat up in bed, and marveled at his luck at having a stepsister like Alice, was how to make her feel as good as she had made him feel. She said if he was lucky she would teach him. But he was still vague about what exactly that might mean.
When he was a 10-year old boy, with only the slightest understanding of sex and love, he sometimes thought that once a couple had gotten together, and made love, that almost all the barriers between them fell away, and that there was an almost complete mutual understanding and oneness. After suffering through his parents' divorce, that idea mostly became ashes, but bits of it still lived on in his mind, he realized.
For instance, he had also thought, until now, that if he ever had sex with Alice that suddenly he would know so much more of what to do, in bed and out of it. But he realized that he was almost as much in need of teaching now as he was before last night. How much skill, after all, did it take to receive a blow job?
It was 6 am on a Friday as these thoughts were running through his mind, and all was still dark and quiet in the house. He decided to go ahead and shower, and then start making the breakfast in bed that Alice had asked for last night, after she had sucked him off. He thought: small price to pay!
As he got out of the bathroom, he saw that Alice's door was ajar, and he heard her moving around, but somehow he wasn't quite ready to see her until he had her breakfast ready. He went into the kitchen, and found that his Mom and Stepdad were already there, happily chatting about their planned trip for that weekend. They finally asked after him, and went on in a very happy way about how well he and Alice were getting along, and how good they were at sharing the bathroom.
He blanched for a second, and then smiled and said how wonderful it was to have Alice and his Stepdad in the house. He meant the first at least twenty times more than the second, even though he did like his Stepdad Ted a lot.
Finally, his parents cleared out for work and he could start on Alice's breakfast. He wracked his mind for ways he could make it different and better than her last breakfast in bed, and he finally thought of something. Going out into his Mom's garden with the shears, he found a nearly perfect young pink rose, which he clipped. Putting it in a little vase with water, he knew he had the right start to her breakfast.
Since the last time he'd made her scrambled eggs, this time he did fried. They both liked them the same way: fully cooked at the top, but with a liquid yoke, and with little grated bits of melted white cheddar, and light sprinkling of salt and Mrs. Dash. His trick was that he put a lid on the frying pan with a few drops of water so the tops of the eggs would cook while leaving the yokes runny. He also made what he thought of as his patented oatmeal with butter, cinnamon, and raisins. But this time instead of brown sugar he added a little bit of real maple syrup. With buttered rye toast, grapefruit, and coffee with lots of milk like Alice liked, it looked pretty deluxe.
He carefully carried the tray to Alice's room, and as he approached. he could smell from the fresh soap-scented steam from the opened bathroom door that she had already showered. She was in her bed with her bathrobe on, with her wet, wavy brownish-black hair draping down to just beneath her shoulders. Her suntanned freckles, light olive-colored skin, and welcoming smile made her look as beautiful as he'd ever seen her.
"Good morning," she said, in her knowing way, "How are you doing?"
"Great," he said, laughing a little, since she knew it was true, and added, "As requested, I've brought your breakfast," and carefully leaned over to place the tray with its spread wooden legs over her lap.
She looked over the tray and spotted the rose.
"Charlie! How lovely," she said in a more girlish voice than usual, and reached out for it with her tanned and slightly hairy arm. She put the beautiful pink layered rose slowly up to her face, and breathed in deeply.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, with an almost guttural note. This was sometimes her way of appreciating everyday pleasures in an almost sexual way. "Have you smelled it?"
"No," he said, with a morning-after smile to match hers.
"Here," she said handing it to him, and then turning her attention to the food.
As Charlie inhaled the scent, he did feel like he was smelling a rose almost like it was for the first time. It was so sweet and sensual, and it reminded him a little of something.
"Did you know that flowers are the sexual organs of plants?" Alice said, slurping up a bite of runny egg.
"Yeah," he smiled, "I did know that." He paused, thinking, and then said, "And now that you mention it, it does remind me a little of something."
"What?" Alice asked with a mouthful of food, thinking she might know the answer.
"It smells a little like 'essence of Alice.'"
She laughed so hard she almost upset her tray, and then said, "You have a name for the smell of my pussy?"
He blushed, and said, "It just came to me last night."
"Quite a lot came to you last night, you lucky dog."
"Yes, thank you, Alice, I...."
"It's okay, I enjoyed it," she said, running her rye toast around her plate to soak up some egg yoke, and then munching it with clear pleasure.
"As you know, I'm officially an ovo-lacto vegetarian," she said, glancing up at him, "but sometimes I also like man milk." She glanced up again, and saw that he looked both bashful and happy. "Which, by the way, you had a lot of! How many times a day did you say you were wacking off?" As she said this, she attacked her grapefruit with her spoon. For a skinny person, Alice usually had a very good appetite.
