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We lay there like that for what seemed like an hour, but was actually only about ten minutes. She'd gotten her breath back by then, but was still lying on my chest with a dreamy look on her face.
After a while though, I was getting kind of antsy, so I awkwardly craned my neck down so I could give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, brushing her hair off of her sweaty forehead in the process.
"Hey kiddo, think maybe I could get a turn now?"
She giggled and nodded, grinning, and scooted down so she was sitting between my legs. Without asking permission this time, she began stroking my shaft, then took me into her mouth with only a little encouragement on my part.
Oh geez, this felt glorious. I leaned back into the pillow and luxuriated in the moist warmth of her mouth, watching her little head bob up and down on my dick; she never went very deep, but she kept a good rhythm.
After a while, she stopped sucking and complained that her neck was getting sore and switched back to jerking me off. I decided it was as good a time as any for a little bonding.
Shut up. Quit judging me. I already know what you're thinking.
"So kiddo, whatcha learning in class this week?"
"I dunno. Stuff."
"What sorta stuff?"
"Um... stuff."
We both laughed at her response, then I changed tack.
"What's your favorite thing you're learning in school this week?"
She switched hands and brushed her hair out of her face (she really did do that a lot lately; maybe she needed a haircut), then replied, "I guess the book we're reading in class?"
"Which one is that?"
"I don't remember what it's called. Um... Oh, shoot! It's about this boy who runs away from home to live in the woods and he has a pet hawk. It's really cool."
"Oh, I know that one. We read it in class when I was your age. My Side of the Mountain."
"Yeah! That's it."
She switched hands again, watching my dick as she continued to jerk me off, and I kept the conversation going.
"So you like that one, huh? What do you like about it?"
"I dunno. Living in the woods is cool. He did stuff all on his own, like a grown up. Kinda like when we went camping."
That gave me an idea.
"You maybe wanna go camping again? Spring break is coming up soon."
The idea of an entire week with Sara alone was absolutely invigorating. I could feel my erection getting even harder just thinking of the possibilities.
Yes, at this point I was well past the point of no return and had been for quite some time.
"Yeah! That was awesome. I liked how we played indians. And, um, other stuff," she added, blushing slightly as she grinned, still jerking me off.
"What sort of other stuff?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.
She blushed and fidgeted in the most adorable way.
"You knoooow... boyfriend and girlfriend stuff."
"Oh, THAT stuff. Gotcha."
She paused in her stroking and looked me dead in the eye, all humor gone.
"We are boyfriend and girlfriend, right?"
"Absolutely. I'm your boyfriend, and you're my girlfriend. And what we're doing together is special."
"Really?"
"Really. Just the two of us."
At the moment, I actually believed it myself. She grinned shyly and returned to pumping my dick with her hand and I reached down to muss her hair a little.
"Hey, sweetie? You mind going back to sucking again?"
"Nuh-uh," and her adorable little head went right back to bobbing up and down on my dick.
I really was a lucky son of a bitch, even if I was going straight to hell. Really, I could only think one thing: worth it.
After a few minutes of her blowing me, I started feeling the familiar tension in my balls again and I gently warned her, "ok, I'm about to finish. Remember to keep it all in your mouth so you don't make a mess."
"Mm-hm."
I put one hand on her head, just to make sure she didn't shy away when I came and a few seconds later she froze as I arched my back slightly and wave after wave of semen pumped into her little mouth. I held her still until it finished, then took my hand off her head and she sat up, coughing, a streamer of jizz stretching from her chin to my dick.
"Swallow it, don't make a mess."
She swallowed audibly, then coughed some more.
"You ok?"
She nodded, then coughed again and I handed her the glass of water I kept on my nightstand. A couple swigs later and she was ok.
"Mind cleaning me off, sweetie?"
I held my increasingly floppy dick erect in one hand and she nodded, taking me into her mouth again and cleaning the last little bits of jizz off with a slurp.
"That's a good girl. Do you like doing that?"
She nodded and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then laid down and I put an arm around her as she cuddled up next to me.
"Uh-huh. It was kinda weird at first, but... I dunno, I just kinda like it."
"Cause it's boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"
"Yeah. And... I like to make you feel good."
"I like to make you feel good too."
I glanced at the clock; plenty of time.
"So you really want to go camping, huh?"
"Yeah! I really had fun last time. We can play indians again, and maybe we can find a hawk like in the book and bring it home!"
"Pretty sure that's illegal now, kiddo."
Not that I was letting a little thing like "legal" stop me from doing other things, of course.
She just shrugged, slowly kicking her feet back and forth in the air, and I slowly slid my fingers down her back, explored the curve of her butt, and back again. She really was beautiful, like a little porcelain doll. Except, not creepy like the ones you usually see. Everyone has that one aunt who has a guest room full of creepy fucking dolls that stare at you while you sleep in the guest bed as a kid. She was nothing like that. Obviously.
"Well, if your brother says it's ok, why don't we go camping for spring week? We can stay up there for a whole week, just the two of us, and we can do whatever we want."
"That'd be awesome!"
"In the meantime though, we're all sweaty and gross. Let's hop in the shower."
She needed no encouragement, jumping out of the bed, grabbing her clothes off the floor and tossing them in the hamper, and climbing into the tub. I followed at a more sedately pace, turned the water on to start warming up, and listened to Sara chatter about how she wanted to make a spear, a real one, and hunt a buffalo while we were camping, then checked the temperature of the water and got into the tub myself.
Again, for those of you who have only showered alone, showering with another person is kind of awkward, even when they're shorter and skinnier than you. I detached the shower head, stretched out the hose, and just held it by hand so we could both be getting at least a little water at the same time.
I shampooed first, and Sara helped me wash my back and especially my genitals, grinning and blushing the entire time. Then I soaped her down, paying extra attention to her nipples and privates, and we both rinsed off.
Peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the clock on the wall, I saw we still had plenty of time, so I detached the shower head again and stretched it as far as it would go and sat down at the end of the tub.
"Here kiddo, sit down."
She did, wiggling her butt against my crotch and leaning back against my chest, and I slid one hand between her legs, which she obligingly spread for me.
"Are you gonna make me feel good again?"
"Sure am."
This time I combined my usual stroking with the shower head, keeping it aimed at her crotch. After a little while, she melted against me, blushing and closing her eyes as she murmured, "that feels good. Keep doing that."
I did, and after about ten minutes she'd drawn her legs up to her chest (still spread apart so I had access to her naughty bits), had my free hand in a death grip, and was biting her lip while panting heavily.
Her pants soon turned into high-pitched little gasps, she curled her toes into fists again (why did that remind me of Die Hard all of a sudden?), and she tensed up.
I think that time she really did pee herself, but she didn't seem to notice. She relaxed again and lay against me, limp and boneless, gasping for breath.
"Was it good?"
"Uh... huh..."
I mentally chalked the number of times I'd made an eleven year old girl orgasm to two and shifted the shower head so it was getting both of us instead of just her crotch.
Once she caught her breath, I helped her back to her feet (she seemed a little dizzy still) and I thoroughly rinsed us both down again. Then she noticed that I was once again at full mast and, with a little prompting, got on her knees and began stroking my dick.
"Mind sucking, sweetie? It feels better that way."
She obliged, but stopped after a while and grimaced, holding one hand to her neck.
"My neck is sore."
Well, I guess not being used to giving blowjobs on a regular basis can give you a kink in your neck.
"Let's try something. Open your mouth?"
She did, and I inserted my penis, then gently held her by the head with both hands and slowly started thrusting in and out of her mouth. She alternated between looking up at me and staring at my dick as it went in and out, but just knelt there without protest, so I decided I was good and began thrusting a little faster.
After a little bit of that, I figured I might as well push the envelope, so I slowed my thrusting and instead went a little deeper, trying to see how much of my penis would fit into her mouth without gagging her. I went just a little bit deeper and she grimaced and jerked slightly, so I went a little shallower with my thrusts and she settled down again. I was definitely going deeper than she had on her own though.
Having found a depth we were both comfortable with, I began thrusting faster and she closed her eyes, resting her hands on my thighs.
Let me tell you, getting a blowjob feels amazing, but the urge to thrust is primal and deep, and fulfilling that urge is amazingly satisfying. I took in deep breaths of air, listening to the rhythm of the shower and watched her cute face as I fucked it, and the whole scene just overwhelmed my senses and I blew my load into her mouth again, shuddering in the sweet ecstasy of release.
I pulled out of her mouth and she make an "ack-ptht!" noise as she spat a huge gob of saliva and semen into the tub to be washed down the drain.
"You should always swallow it," I said, trying not to sound bossy.
"How come? We're in the shower, it can't make a mess here."
"It's... healthy for you."
"Really?"
"Yep. Girls are supposed to swallow it. It's good for them."
At this point, I was already doing a cannonball dive into the lake of fire, so why not?
"Oh. Ok."
She polished my rapidly shrinking penis with my beautiful lips, making sure she didn't miss any of my semen, then I helped her to her feet and rinsed us both off again.
There was only one towel in the bathroom, so I let her have it and dripped my way across the hall into my bedroom, grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, then got dressed. Bill could come home any minute now and I didn't want him getting suspicious if we both had wet hair from the shower, so I slipped on a ball cap I rarely wore and walked into the kitchen to start making some dinner.
I heard the key in the door and Bill walked in just as I had selected chili mac for dinner.
"Hey Bill, what's up?"
"Not much, just more assignments. You thinking of taking Non-Western Civ with Dr. Gerard next semester?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I am too. Wanna sign up for the same class? Might be fun doing it together."
"Sure," I said, making a mental note to sign up for the class at a different time so we weren't in class together and I could maximize my time alone with his little sister.
Just then, Sara walked in, naked as a jaybird, scrubbing her hair with the towel and said, "Hey! He's gonna go camping again for spring break! Can I go too? Pleeeeeease?"
Bill glanced at her while I tried not to have a heart attack; ok, walking to and from the shower naked was one thing, but just standing there on full display like it was nothing? He was going to think something was weird about that. He was going to freak and demand she cover herself up, or tell me not to look or something.
Nope. He just acted like his little sister wasn't standing in front of both of us stark naked and replied, "I don't know if he wants to take you along, Sara. Grown ups make their own plans."
Since he wasn't reacting, I tried to play it cool, though I'm sure I was blushing myself and probably looked sketchy as hell.
"No, I don't mind. She had fun last time, and it'd be kinda boring being by myself the whole week."
"Pleeeeeeeeease?" Sara begged while bouncing up and down, still naked and not making any effort to preserve her modesty. "It was soooo much fun last time, and I promise I won't bother him the whole time we're there!"
Bill looked at me and shrugged.
"If it's cool with you, it's cool with me. I wouldn't mind having the place to myself for a few days."
"Nah, it's cool. We'll need to take more stuff since we'll be out there longer, but I don't mind if she tags along."
As if it weren't my idea in the first place.
Bill shrugged again and said, "Ok, looks like you're going camping."
"YEEEESSSSSSS! Thanks Bill, you're awesome!"
"I try to be, anyway."
Sara threw the towel on the floor and hugged her brother, then hugged me, grabbed the towel again, and scampered off to her room.
Once she was safely out of earshot, Bill turned to me and said, "thanks man, I appreciate what you're doing for her. This is the most normal she's been since, well... since mom and dad died."
He slipped me a fifty and I mumbled something about how it was no bother and felt like a piece of shit the entire time I was cooking dinner.
I felt better after Sara stomped back into the living room like a herd of elephants, clad only in t-shirt and panties, and plopped herself down at the dinner table to dig into a bowl of chili mac. The prospect of an entire week alone with her, away from civilization and all it's rules, was nearly euphoric.
How the hell was I able to get away with so much?
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