Ethan waited patiently on the sofa, desperately wishing Molly would hurry up. Brandi,
Molly’s younger sister, was going to bore him to death with her endless stories about the
crushes she and her friends had on all the boys in her class. He didn’t necessarily
believe any of it but he listened politely, anyway, as she bragged about the number of
boys she had kissed. Ethan merely smiled and nodded.
Brandi was very much unlike her older sister. Whereas Molly was reserved and quiet, Beth
was outgoing and talkative, more like any thirteen year old girl. She had that angular,
bony awkwardness that most girls her age had, but she had the beauty and grace that she
and Molly shared with their mother.
Nodding his head as he listened, Ethan glanced down at Beth’s bare legs, which she
continually crossed and recrossed. Their pale, white skin looked smooth and soft. She
was wearing a cream blouse with a short plaid skirt, white ankle socks and plain sneakers.
Every now and then when she crossed her legs her skirt flipped up and exposed her white
cotton panties. He felt an anxious twitch in his pants and placed his clasped hands over
his lap to hide his growing interest. If she didn’t stop coming on to him like this, he
thought, he might have to show her firsthand what it meant to be such a tease.
When Molly was home with Ethan, Brandi would secretly watch from the stairs as she and
Ethan sat side by side on the couch. Molly always had her hands busy in Ethan’s lap. She
knew what they were doing. Molly was quick to lean down when Ethan was ready to come so
she kept the couch clean. A blow job always followed Molly’s hand jobs.
But that never seemed to be enough. Soon after she raised her head, Molly would be
sitting in Ethan’s lap, rocking back and forth and moving up and down. Ethan licked her
breasts while she did that. He really liked kissing Molly, and sometimes he would kiss
her between her legs. Watching that always made Brandi dizzy.
What she couldn’t believe was the way she saw her sister take him up her rear the way she
did. It looked so easy for her. Brandi could barely get a finger inside herself without
it hurting too much. She always figured she was a lot like her sister, but that way they
were really different.
She swore Molly loved every second of it, too. Brandi wished Molly would go away so she
could get Ethan alone for herself. She wanted him to be the one to break her in.
“Do you and Molly do it?” she said.
“Do what?”
“You know ... It.”
“No, I don’t know. What do you mean?”
She put her hand on his thigh, very near the hard lump in his crotch.
Brandi’s voice was a husky whisper when she spoke. “You know, it ... sex. Do you and my
sister ... fuck?”
Ethan lifted her hand off his leg. “You shouldn’t be asking stuff like that,” he said.
Undaunted, Brandi pulled her knees up on the sofa, tossed her right leg over his lap and
straddled him. Her weight settled on his lap and Ethan felt the warmth of her crotch
pressing on his groin. She rocked her groin, rubbing her crotch on his hardness.
“What are you doing?” Ethan demanded.
Brandi put her hands on his chest. Her chest heaved with deep, excited breaths. When
she sighed, she blew her warm breath over his face and he smelled the cherry Lifesaver she
had been sucking. He put his hands around her slim waist to lift her off, but she held
firm.
“Will you do it to me, too? Will you fuck me?”
Before he could protest, Brandi clamped her mouth on his, thrusting her sweet, sugary
tongue deep into his mouth.
For a moment, Ethan kissed her back. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her
down on him like he was trying to force himself into her through their clothing. Brandi
let out a whimper that was muffled by their locked mouths.
But it was only for a moment. Ethan knew it was wrong and quickly lifted her light body
off and set her on the sofa beside him. Brandi opened her mouth to speak, but the sound
of Molly’s bedroom door closing shut her up and she looked away with a pout on her puffy,
red lips.
They both looked to the stairway when they heard Molly coming down. Ethan crossed his
legs to try to hide the painfully obvious bulge between them.
“Hi,” Molly said, smiling. Ethan looked up at her. She looked so beautiful, even
wearing just a fuzzy white sweater and jeans. She had the same, enchanting pink glow that
seemed to emanate from her skin each time they made love.
“Hi,” he said. Molly glanced at Brandi and Ethan looked at her to see what she might see
in her sister. He held his breath when he saw that Brandi’s cheeks were flushed bright
red, besides that she was still breathing hard and her legs were pressed together.
“What’s with you?” Molly said.
“Nothing,” Brandi replied.
“You shouldn’t drink so much pop. It makes you hyper.”
Brandi gave her a snide look. “Shut up,” she said, and rushed up the stairs. For an
instant, Ethan had an image of her jumping on her bed and shoving her hands in her
panties, but it vanished when Molly spoke.
“You ready?” she said, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
“More than ready,” Ethan said. He got up and let her lead him out the door so she
wouldn’t be able to see the front of his pants.
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