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Sara wiggled around so she was in my lap and I slid my hand down toward her crotch; she spread her legs for me without hesitation, smiling slightly as she tilted her head back to look at me. I smiled back and began gently rubbing her outer labia with my fingertips and hugged her with my other arm. She giggled and wriggled around in my lap.
I continued gently rubbing her up and down, then kissed her on the forehead and changed tack; with just my index and middle fingers, I began rubbing up and down her smooth, clean slit. As I watched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, I began gently rubbing her swollen right nipple with the tip of my other thumb. Her eyes widened slightly and she giggled again.
"That feels weird!"
"Does it?"
"Keep doing it."
I eagerly obeyed, continuing to gently rub her nipple and slit at the same time for about a minute.
Then, while continuing to play with her nipple, I stopped rubbing her crotch and began probing for her vagina with my finger; I soon found it, more from its moist warmth than anything else, and began to gently press my finger against her opening when she wrinkled her forehead and put one hand on top of mine.
"Don't."
"What's wrong?"
She just shook her head and removed her hand. Confused, I resumed rubbing up and down her slit for a while and she relaxed again, smiling.
"So does that feel good?"
"Yeah. It makes me feel weird inside, like, all tingly. Kinda like when you're really scared, but... not. Y'know?"
I nodded and continued petting her, giving her another kiss on the forehead.
"So you like it?"
She nodded, then shifted position in my lap slightly so she could raise her pelvis, giving me better access. I could feel the stirrings in my penis again. Damn if this wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever participated in.
Experimentally, I very gently squeezed around her nipple and stopped almost immediately as she winced and made a hiss of indrawn breath.
"You don't like that?"
".... they're sore. Keep doing it like you were."
"Ok."
After a while, I shifted the rubbing so it concentrated more on the region around her clitoris. I didn't see any overt reaction from her, so I started to rub a little harder. She quivered a little in my lap, clenched her hands into fists, and closed her eyes. I started rubbing in little circles over her clitoral hood, and her eyes snapped open, her back arched, and she shot her hands down to her crotch.
"WHOA!"
Startled, I stopped rubbing and looked at her. She flushed red, cupping her crotch with both hands, and gave me a wide-eyed look.
"That feels WEIRD!"
"Do you like it?"
She waffled for a minute, then made an 'eh' kind of expression as if she were unsure of herself.
"I dunno. It feels really weird."
"But it's a good kinda weird, right?"
She shifted uncomfortably and gave a noncommittal shrug. Disappointed and worried I might be going too fast for her, I asked if she wanted to just go back to the rubbing she'd enjoyed earlier.
"No, I think I'm ok for now," she replied and scooted off my lap back onto the bed beside me.
What the hell, did I scare her off somehow? Maybe she was just taken by surprise by the way her body responded and didn't know what to do? Before I could say anything else, she announced that she had to go to the bathroom and literally ran out of my room and slammed the bathroom door behind her.
Dammit, I scared her off somehow. Maybe I was going too fast? I didn't know what it was I'd done wrong, so how could I avoid doing it again unintentionally?
Oh, you know what you're doing wrong, you sick bastard. You just came in a little girl's mouth and molested her.
I tried to shake the sudden guilt crashing down on me like a load of bricks, but it seemed like my conscience had decided to return just then to torment me. Great timing, asshole.
I was saved by the flushing toilet, and Sara emerged from the bathroom, blushing slightly and looking embarrassed about something. She snapped out of it quickly and flung her naked body onto the bed next to me, grinning, and suddenly snarled like an animal, her little hands darting toward my rib cage.
Oh, come on, a tickle fight NOW? I was at my most vulnerable, nude and wrestling with my inner demons, and now I was wrestling with a naked little girl on my bed. She found the one spot I'm actually ticklish in and I started laughing, then I struck back with a vengeance. If this was a tickle war, then my counterattack was like the Soviets crashing through the Fulda Gap to kick off WWIII. She howled with hysterical laughter and thrashed her arms and legs to dislodge me.
Finally, she surrendered and I stopped tickling her. We lay side by side on the bed, and I watched her heaving chest as she panted and grinned at the ceiling. I felt the stirring down below again as she sat up and faced me, smiling.
She noticed my growing erection, and though she was a bit hesitant she didn't ask my permission this time as she took it in her hand and began stroking.
She really was perfect in every way possible, except for the fact that I'd get twenty years in prison for this if anyone ever found out.
I stretched out and laid back, relaxing totally and losing myself in the pleasurable sensation as her small, soft hand slowly jerked the shaft of my penis. Have you ever stopped and realize that you were experiencing a perfect moment, one you would look back on fondly, all too aware that it would end soon and you'd never get that moment back? I did, right then.
Well, if this was a perfect moment, I might as well get the most out of it.
"You wanna put it in your mouth again?"
She wavered for a few seconds, then opened her mouth and took me inside. I had to guide her to keep jerking my shaft, but she got back into it quickly.
"Try moving your head up and down too, like your hand."
She slowly bobbed her head up and down a couple times, meeting my eyes as if to ask if she was doing it right.
"That's good, sweetie! Keep doing that."
She slowly bobbed her head up and down, the head of my penis never fully leaving her mouth, and continued jerking me with her hand. I rested one hand on the back of her head and stroked her hair again.
"Oh, that's great. You're doing really good, kiddo. That feels awesome."
After a while, I could myself getting close to climax and whispered a request for her to go faster. She took me out of her mouth and stretched her jaw, then looked at me and said, "My neck's getting sore."
"That's ok. You can just hold it in your mouth and do the rest with your hand; you're almost done."
She nodded, took me into her mouth again, and held her head still as she continued jerking. I rested my head against my pillow, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sheer pleasure her warm, moist mouth gave me and...
I grunted as I achieved orgasm and ejaculated into her mouth, my hand holding her head in place in case she got startled and tried to pull away; she didn't. I didn't come nearly as much as the first time, and she quickly swallowed it and sat up, smacking her lips and going, "bleagh".
"That was great, sweetie. You did a really good job."
She smiled and brushed her hair back out of her face and asked, "Really?"
"Really. C'mere."
She flopped on top of me and we squeezed each other in a bear hug and just sort of snuggled for a while.
"So, do you like doing this?"
She nodded, digging her chin into my breast bone uncomfortably.
"Yeah. This is fun. I like doing grown up stuff like this."
"So do you like it better when I touch you, or when you touch me?"
She thought about it for a while, kicking her heels back and forth in the air above us, then shrugged.
"I dunno. It's just fun no matter what."
"Well, good. I'm glad you enjoy it, kiddo."
I hugged her again and she hugged me back, closing her eyes and snuggling on top of me, the top of her head tucked under my chin. I glanced at the clock.
Shit. Bill was due back in half an hour. If I didn't want him to bring back defenestration as a method of expressing displeasure, we needed to NOT be naked in bed together and covered in each other's bodily fluids.
"Hey kiddo, your brother's gonna be back soon. We'd get cleaned up and dressed."
She reluctantly rolled off of me, and I goosed her butt as I got off the bed, eliciting an indignant squawk. I quickly herded her into the shower and we washed each other off and shampooed without wasting time on any naughty shenanigans like last time. We finished showering in ten minutes, toweled off, shut ourselves in our respective rooms, and got dressed.
Once I had clean clothes on, I headed into the kitchen to start some macaroni and cheese for dinner. Just in time too; I heard the key enter the lock and then Bill came into the apartment, tossing his backpack on the table.
"I just got an A on my first paper of the semester! Whadda say we celebrate with a few rounds of Super Smash Brothers?"
"Sure, right after eat. Go tell your sister that dinner's ready."
The three of us ate at the table, Bill in an unusually good mood and Sara chattering about her day at school in between bites. I mostly just nodded and made encouraging sounds to keep her talking while I ate, ignoring that she was rhythmically kicking my knees with her bare feet.
Dinner finished, we turned on the Wii and Bill and I proceeded to alternate victories, tying the score. One last tie-breaker match also went about evenly until the last moment, when...
Bill tossed the controlled on the couch and jumped to his feet, shouting.
"WHOOOOOOO! GAME OVER, MAN, GAME OVER! VICTORY IS MINE!"
Head bowed in shame, I surrendered my controller to Sara as she leaped over the back of the couch, sat indian-style, and immediately challenged the victor.
She creamed him three out of four. I felt a little better.
And I was definitely looking forward to Thursday.
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