I looked at my little dark dancer perched on top of our big bed. Her wavy chocolate brown hair was swept to the side and forward onto one shoulder. Her olive skin and dark hair stood out against the crisp, bright white button down dress shirt she wore like lingerie. The sexiest thing about her at that moment? The crooked little smile she was wearing – the idea of teaching Heather’s eighteen-year-and-one-day-old brother about sex clearly appealed to her.
I smiled and nodded, “Doritos.”
It was all Sam needed to hear. “C’mere Bobbie,” she called.
As the hypnotized Bobbie made his way to Sam, Heather came to me. “Hero, I never even asked you if you were okay with…”
I cut her off, slipping an arm around her waist, “It’s be weird seeing Sammie with another guy but the three of us have done a lot of sharing. In hindsight, it’s all been with women. I guess it’s not fair for me to get jealous just because the tables are turned.”
Heather went on tiptoes and kissed me. “Good. I love you, dummy. Sammie does too.”
“Yeah yeah, I know. Now, how about we leave them alone and go make our own fun? The way those tiny shorts of yours are wrapped around your butt has me craving…”
I stopped my proposition because Heather’s eyebrows were already knitted together.
“Uh sorry, honey. We’re staying. This is kind of a group activity.”
“Errr… you’re his sister and I’m another guy. Not sure what we have to contribute.”
Heather shrugged. “Bobbie and I have always been comfortable in front of each other. We’ll be fine. As for you, you’re a wonderful lover, Hero – kind and thoughtful and gentle and attentive. I’d like Bobbie to be like you someday. I want you here to help too, okay?”
It was a not-so subtle play on my vulnerable male ego but Heather also believed what she was saying. I looked in her giant blue eyes and I caved, “Sure.”
While we were talking, I watched Bobbie lean down to kiss Samantha. One of her hands slid around to the back of his neck and she used it to draw him into a deeper, hungrier kiss. After a few moments, she pulled away and leaned back on the bed.
“Unbutton this?” She nodded down at her dress shirt.
Bobbie’s hands were shaking as he started from the top and undid the half-dozen buttons, exposing a thin line of Sam’s smooth olive skin that ran all the way down to the simple white cotton panties she was wearing.
Sam smiled encouragingly. “Put your hands on my belly, Bobbie. Stroke it a little. Most girls, myself included, like to be petted a lot.”
Bobbie obeyed, tentatively placing a hand on Sam’s flat, taut stomach then circling it gently.
“Good boy,” she sighed. She let him relax and feel the soft skin of her belly and the toned abdominal muscles beneath. When his circling hand drew up her ribs and approached her chest, she looked up at him and slowly pulled aside her shirt to expose one of her petite round breasts. “Gentle.”
Bobbie nodded, wide eyed, looking down at what might have been his first real life breast. His fingertips touched her gently before he palmed it. Like the rest of her, Sam’s breast was small, round and pert – it fit perfectly in his hand. It was capped by a tiny, light tan nipple.