“Yeah right, I can just picture it: ‘Hey Todd, can you ask your hot little sister to come out and get in the pool with us?’ That would get me nothing but an instant ass-pummeling.”
He called me beautiful, and now hot.
The way he was talking about me was doing momentous things for my ego.
“You and your friend joined us once in the pool, and you were wearing that little blue swimsuit.”
“Oh my God, you even remember the color of the suit I was wearing?”
He blushed a little as I gently teased him.
“The image of you splashing around in the pool, in that little blue suit, it’s kinda seared into my mind.”
Damn, he’s turning me on.
Suddenly, I remembered I didn’t come over here to just talk and lay in bed naked with him.
“Anthony, I want to…”
I paused, trying to pick the right words.
“You want to what Mel?”
“What you did to me yesterday… ummm… I want to… ummm… try to do that to you.”
His face lit up.
“Really?”
“Yes… but I… I don’t really know what I’m doing…”
“Trust me; anything you want to do down there is probably going to feel really good. Just don’t ummm… use your teeth.”
I laughed.
“So what you’re saying is no biting?”
“Yes… No biting.”
“What about chomping, that’s not good either?”
“Smart ass.”
I grinned.
“Let me see what I can do then.”
He turned from his side onto his back, and I slid the covers down, exposing our naked bodies. His penis was already semi-erect, and once I took it into my hand, it quickly grew to full hardness.
I scooted closer to him, and slid down his body, giving me easier access. It was so warm and almost felt alive in my hand. It was the first time I had seen one, up close.
He let out a low moan as I gently stroked it up and down.
“God, that feels really good,” he murmured.
I looked up, into his eyes, but they were closed. He was off again, into his own little world. I kept slowly stroking him and it wasn’t long before I noticed that clear liquid seeping out of the head again, and onto my fingers. I was beginning to realize just how much pleasure this simple action was giving him.
I was very curious, I think because of all the lunchtime sex talk, and I released his cock with my hand and gently grasped him with my other, and continued to slowly stroke him. Anthony was so into what I was doing, I don’t even think he realized I switched hands.
I examined the clear fluid on my fingers.
What did this stuff look like? Maybe a cheap lotion from the Dollar Store?
My curiosity got the best of me, and I licked my fingers, tasting it. It was a different taste. A little strong, maybe a bit salty, but it wasn’t horrible.
Okay… moment of truth…
I stopped stroking and moved my hand lower; grasping him firmly, but gently, at the base.
Hesitantly, I leaned in and flicked my tongue over the head. Almost immediately, he let out a low moan. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, he obviously liked it.
I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock several more times, and more of that clear fluid came out.
“God, that feels so good Mel,” he said again, with his eyes still tightly closed.