It didn't take Jordan long to figure out that Emily and I had been making out together, and maybe even a little bit more. Emily did her best to be attentive to his needs so that our fooling around together wouldn't make him jealous.
That seemed to be working out fine, because what Jordan began to display wasn't jealousy at all, but instead an intense curiosity about what we had done together, and what it was like.
Emily, who of course had been totally intimate with him now, wanted to let him watch us make out. "I guarantee it'll get him to play with himself for you," she tried to encourage me.
But I was still painfully shy even about letting my kid brother look at my little breasts, or about letting him watch me masturbate. It had been a big step for me just to be able to pull my pants down in front of him, as he always wanted me to do when I watched him.
So, my answer was "no."
This didn't stop Emily and me from sneaking off together whenever we had the chance, to explore this new side of our sexuality. We would go into my bedroom if Jordan was around, and I would always lock the door just in case.
After just kissing and cuddling in my bed the first time, Emily had then brought me off with her hand in the shower. The next time we snuck off, we kissed and petted each other for a while, until eventually I got up the courage to take the next step. I was determined to return the favor for her, only this time, I wanted to help her along with my mouth.
I pulled back from our embrace and touched a finger to her pretty young lips. "Let me," was all that I said. I helped her out of her sweater, and took a few moments to stroke her pale shoulders before my hands moved to her bra. I helped her out of that, too, and cupping her breasts in my hands I leaned in and kissed each one, right on the nipple. Her little points became firm against my lips as she cradled my head in her hands.
I stroked the curve of her waist and then trailed my fingers inside the tops of her jeans. I unfastened them and nudged her to lift up off the bed so I could pull them down. Tugging at the hems, I took them all the way off of her long slender legs. I kissed my way back up her calves and her thighs and then stopped, my face hovering just above her pink cotton panties.
I was so close I could smell her desire. I touched her there, softly, with two fingers, through the thin fabric, and she let out a soft moan. I was vaguely aware of the nice feeling of her fingers in my hair. I brought my head down and kissed her through the cotton, working up my confidence to actually taste the real thing.
She moved to pull down her own panties, but I gently replaced her hands with my own. Slowly, teasingly, I inched them down past the beautiful curve of her hips, and before taking them all the way off, I used a hand to smooth her sparse pubic hair away from her special place and, looking up at her with a smile, I bent down and kissed her there softly.
I was intoxicated with her. I let my tongue peek out and touch her, tasting her for the first time. It was salty and rich with her natural aroma, and she moved herself against me as my tongue grew more bold. At the same time, I peeled her pink panties the rest of the way off.
I savored my first taste of a woman then, taking my time and giving plenty of attention to her engorged little button. I had to stop every so often to pull one of her little curly hairs out of my teeth, but I didn't mind.
As for Emily, she became wetter and wetter as I explored her with my tongue. I stroked her soft curves with my hands as I pleasured her with my mouth, and she showed her gratitude by rocking her hips and grinding her beautiful sex against my face.
There was no doubt of her orgasm, when it came. Her whole body clenched as she cried out "yes" and "Oh my God, yes," and I was especially proud of those cries. My face was soaked with her moisture by the time her climax subsided, and I could still smell her as I withdrew my head from her thighs and stroked her glistening lips with my fingers.