Sharon checked herself out in the mirror, everything looked okay. She was going to try and follow the plan she and Susan had mapped out to seduce her Gary. She had on the top to her rose colored nightie, but without any panties. The top was just long enough to cover her pussy hair. Glancing at the clock, Sharon thought, "Gary should be in bed by now...the shower stopped 20 minutes ago." She took a deep breath to get her courage up. "Okay, Susie, keep your fingers crossed. God, I hope this works," she silently prayed.
Knocking lightly on Gary's bedroom door as she opened it, Sharon asked in a quiet voice, "Gary, are you awake? I really need to talk to you."
"Sure, Sharon. I just got in bed," responded Gary, sitting up in the bed and reaching for the lamp on the nightstand.
"Don't turn on the light. There's enough moonlight coming in to see." Sharon walked over and sat on the edge of the bed; Gary swung his legs out and sat beside her. "All I've got on is my nightie. I was almost in bed and decided I had to talk to you....talk to you now. I know it's late and you must be tired, but if I don't do it now, I may not be able to do it later."
"That's okay, Sharrie, now is fine," said Gary using the nickname he had called her since they were kids. "I'm not that tired. What is it?"
"Oh Gary, everything is a mess," said Sharon as she began to cry softly when he used his pet nickname for her. "I know it's my fault, but I can't help it.....I'm afraid you won't love me." Sharon began cry harder, her sobs shaking her shoulders.
Gary put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her, pulling her to him. "Sharrie, what is it, I'll always love you...you know that."
"I tried....I really tried, David and I went together all last year..."
Gary interrupted her, "Sharrie, are you pregnant....is that the problem. Honey, I understand..."
"No..No, that's not it," cried Sharon, burying her face against his chest and hitting his chest lightly with her clenched fist. "No, I'm still a virgin. I think I was the last virgin in that damn high school." Sharon lifted her head and tried to stifle her crying and wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "It's you...it's always been you. I don't want David, or any other guy. I want you...Gary, I love you."
"Sharrie, you love me like that? Really love me. I thought you only saw me as your brother, your big brother," whispered Gary as he hugged her tightly.
"Gary you're not my brother, we just grew up together," whispered Sharon. "I tried dating other boys, but all I could think of was you." Sharon kissed Gary lightly on the lips, "Kiss me....please kiss me....really kiss me, I've dreamed about it for so long."
Gary kissed her tentatively, but when he felt her tongue probing at his lips, he pulled her to him, opening his lips, meeting her tongue with his. Gary's hand cupped her breast and he began to massage her nipple through the fabric of the nightie. As they broke the kiss, Sharon said, "Oh God, Gary, I've wanted you to kiss me like that for so long...so long." Sharon swung her legs up on the bed, pulling Gary with her and hugged him, kissing him passionately, running her tongue deep into his mouth. She could feel his erection pressing against her as she pushed her body against his. She felt Gary responding to her kisses, meeting her tongue thrusts with his, and grasping her tightly to him.
Gary's hand moved from her breast, down her body and slipped between her thighs, pausing when it met no panties, only a hot, moist pussy. Gary began to gently stroke her pussy lips, slipping a finger between them and into her pussy hole. She was so wet that his finger glided in without any resistance other than the tightness of her pussy.
"Oh Gary," whispered Sharon, "I want you so much. I want you to make love to me. I've never wanted anyone but you."
"Sharrie, I do love you," answered Gary. "I think I've always loved you. I thought you'd be upset if I ever tried anything. God, the nights I've been unable to go to sleep because I wanted you and couldn't stop thinking about you."
Sharon slipped her hand into the top of his pajama bottom and grasped his stiff prick in her hand. She felt Gary's body jerk as her hand closed around the head of his prick, her fingers gently stroking it. "Hmm, that feels good....it's so big, so hard and warm," whispered Sharon. "That's what I want...what I've wanted all these nights." Sharon grabbed the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them down to his ankles and then off him. Cupping his balls in her hand, she gently massaged them, running her hand beneath them, fondling his scrotum. "Oh Gary, I want to taste you....I want to feel your prick in my mouth," whispered Sharon as she lowered her head to his stiff prick, licking it, searching for any drops of pre-cum that might be oozing from the slit in his prick.
"God, Gary you taste good....real sweet," moaned Sharon. She encircled the head of his prick with her lips and began to slide her mouth up and down his rigid prick, tonguing the head of his prick furiously every time her mouth got up to its head. Sharon was having a hard time taking it all the way in her throat. She slowed her movement and gradually moved her mouth lower on his huge prick, letting her throat adjust to it gradually. Finally, she had her nose buried in his pubic hair, holding her breath, his prick deep in her throat...all seven inches of it.
"Ohhh...Sharrie, I'm going to cum if you keep this up. God, it feels so good," moaned Gary.
Sharon moved her mouth back up his prick so she could breathe and began to pump her mouth rapidly up and down on his prick....she wanted Gary to cum....to cum in her mouth. Sharon felt Gary's body tense up and felt a tremor in his thighs as his prick began to throb, the head of his prick seemed to swell, filling her mouth even more. She heard Gary's loud moan as his prick erupted, hitting the back of her throat with a tremendous shot of warm cum, almost choking her. Sharon swallowed as rapidly as she could, but she still felt some of his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin. As the spurts of cum lessen, Sharon slowed her sucking, savoring the taste of Gary's cum. She thought, "He tastes even better than I dreamed about. I love the way his cum tastes, and God, he went off like a volcano erupting. I want to feel it like that in my pussy. Just like that, just as hard, and just as much."
"Sharrie, that was wonderful," Gary sighed. Pulling her up to him, he said, "God, you were great....I thought I would never stop cumming." In the moonlight he could see the traces of cum on her lips and chin, "You swallowed it...you swallowed my cum."