After My Sister Caught Us

For Theresa, there was a single answer to any crisis. “It’s time for a makeover,” she said.     Theresa washed my hair in the kitchen sink, clipped unruly bangs, and presented two new shirts and a pair of tennis shoes she bought with her own money. I appreciated my sister’s efforts to help me find a girl outside the family, but I only wanted Angie.    I had made-out with Angie in the library, squeezed her big tits over her starched school blouse, and rubbed her pussy under her short skirt until she came. Still, I wanted more.  The day I ripped her panties from under her skirt, she had been angry, but I had touched her emotionally for the first time. As I said, I wanted more of Angie.   At a family party, I paid my cousin Jimmy twenty dollars to borrow his apartment key, no questions asked. His family lived close by, but they’d be at the party, so Angie and I could sneak off to be alone. For once, Angie and I weren’t hiding in a dark basement, car backseat, or library corner. We sat on a living room couch, and the air smelled of cookies Jimmy’s mother baked for the party. I took Angie’s hand and kissed the back of her knuckles—a smooth maneuver for a boy not yet fourteen. “I love you,” I said.    Angie flinched and narrowed her eyes, and I realized my confession was a mistake. “It’s cool hanging out with you,” I continued, which was the greatest compliment I could invent. Angie was a radiant angel with smooth legs under a short skirt and prominent boobs beneath a tight sweater.  “You’re different from other girls in a good way,” I said. Angie relaxed while I talked, and I knew I’d overcome my blundered confession.   “It’s sweet that you’re shy and confident at the same time,” Angie said.  “And you keep our secrets.” This time when Angie and I kissed, we didn’t jam our mouths together as we usually did, and I felt the texture of her full lips against mine. We shared the intimacy of exploring tongues and laid down facing each other on the couch. Angie kicked off her shoes. I pulled an afghan off a nearby chair and covered her. I knew Angie retreated into her private world when she was aroused, but now I didn’t care.  Access to her body would be enough for me. We kissed again, and when her breathing quickened, I reached under her sweater, and for the first time, I unclasped her bra. “Don’t,” she said, but she didn’t try to stop me. I had never touched a girl's bare tits and was surprised that Angie’s nipples were small and sensitive. They were like hard pebbles under her skin, and her breathing shifted when I touched them. I had squeezed Angie’s tits over her soft sweaters and starched blouses, but feeling their heft and texture naked in my hands was different. When I pushed my thigh between Angie’s legs, she bit my upper lip. Angie and I undressed under the afghan, and I yanked it off of us.  She was exposed to me for the first time and tried to pull it back, but I was in a hurry. My cock was throbbing and we'd have to return to the party.  I sucked Angie's tits and rubbed my teeth over her nipples. I opened her cool thighs and spread my fingers to hold her ass while I pushed my hard cock into the fuzz between her writhing legs. Angie took my erection in her hand and redirected it before I could fuck her. She squeezed its head and rubbed oozing lubricant down the shaft. Angie’s pussy was wet when I slipped a finger inside her, and she grabbed my hand to control its movements. Angie was masturbating both of us, squeezing my cock, and rubbing her clit with my hand. Angie’s naked body was miraculous against my body, but I lost awareness of everything except her grip on my erection and my fucking her fist to make myself come quicker. My orgasm came hard, minutes before Angie’s, and it spewed onto her stomach. When Angie came, she dug her fingernails into my shoulder, pushed my face into her lush chest, and called out something I didn’t understand. “Save me,” she said and clutched onto my body tighter than she ever had.