Author: JojoMojo
Title: Parents Say The Darndest Things - 2 - Amanda
Part: 2
Universe:  Parents Say The Darndest Things
Summary: Annie's Mother also shared that Amanda, Annie's older sister masturbates with the next door neighbor.  He uses the information to her advantage.


Parents Say the Darndest Things -2-
“Amanda”
   by JojoMojo  
     
(Mgg, ped, cons)


The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy. That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and WHAT DID NOT. Ecstasy is what I'm interested in, ecstasy for all involved. 

Copyright ©2009 by the author


This is a continuation of "Parents Say the Darnedst Things" if you haven't read part 1, you may want to start there.  Check my webpage:  http://www.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/


...I ducked into the bathroom for some much needed relief.  My heart was still hammering from almost getting caught with my hand between Annie's legs and wondering how much Amanda had surmised from what she had seen and heard during the movie.  I had to wait a little bit for my heart to slow and my dick to soften enough to piss, finally feeling myself relax as my bladder emptied.  As I turned to flush the toilet, I noticed that I had not closed the door fully, leaving a small crack.  I sensed more than saw movement in the hall as I tucked myself back in, positioning myself to leave my dick "room to grow" this time.  

I walked back to the living room and sat down in the chair.  Amanda plopped down next to the pillow on the floor, obviously a bit pissed off.  She un-paused the movie, making it obvious by the way she moved that she was pissed off.  I assumed that she felt slighted by the attention I had given Annie.  I was trying to figure out how to break the ice, watching the movie as it started.  

"You baby Annie too much," she finally blurted out, the words hinting that there was more unsaid under the surface.  

I decided to see if I could draw out what was really bothering Amanda.  So, I told her Annie was just a little girl, reminding her that she was the oldest and got privileges that Annie didn't get, like staying up way later.

"Yeah, right," she said, "I'm so tired of hearing that crap.  My Mom says it all the time.  But if you want to know the truth, Annie is littler and cuter and she gets away with everything and I have to be the big sister who never gets any attention or gets away with anything. Everyone just expects me to be 'good big sister Amanda' and put up with it.  It’s just not fair and I hate it," she finished with venom, her lip pouting.  "... and I know what she was doing while she was in your lap.  I should tell Mom on her, then at least she'd get a spanking," she added as a parting shot.

My heart stopped and I'm sure I paled a bit.  I worked to keep my composure and decided to play dumb, saying I didn't know what she was referring to, goading her on a little.  After a bit of back and forth, Amanda finally blurted out, "She was doing her nonny and she knows she's only supposed to do it in her bed and never when company is here!  She'd be in so much trouble if Mom was here.  I bet she'd get a spanking she wouldn't forget and get grounded from TV for a week!"

I decided to change tacks and called her over, patting the edge of the chair.  She resisted my beckoning for a minute, then "harrumphed" and scooted over, putting her back against the chair and crossing her arms in defiance.  I put my hands under her arms and pulled up, expecting her to sit on the edge of the chair.  I reasoned that a little physical contact might calm her down.  

She resisted, making me lift her up onto the edge of the chair.  I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her head, neck and back as I did.  She started to relax a little, then seemed to think better of it, turned and said "Mom says I'm too old to sit in anyone's lap," and started to scoot off the chair.  

I caught her around her waist and held her on the edge of the chair.  "This isn't your mom's lap and you are welcome to stay here if you want.  Why don't you relax and enjoy the fact that you have my undivided attention now and that I'm not planning to send you to bed until you're ready to go?"  

She relaxed just a little bit, so I continued trying to win her over, "Remember, if you tell on Annie, you know that she'll retaliate and tell your Mom that you got to stay up past your bed time.  If your mom finds out everything that I let you two do, I bet she'll never let you stay at home without a sitter and I won't be allowed to be your emergency back up."

Amanda sat silent for a couple of minutes, not pulling away but not totally relaxing either.  Finally, she leaned back against me, "You won't tell mom I sat in your lap will you?  She might think I tricked you since you don't know she thinks I'm too big for laps."

I assured her that she had a deal and that regardless of what her Mom thought, she was welcome to sit in my lap anytime.  Taking a chance, I whispered, "You can even do your nonny too, if you want."  I added a chuckle and a wink, smiling when she looked back at me, hoping she would take it as a joke rather than take offense.

She smiled back at me tossing her hair a little bit, "That would be too weird, doing it in your lap.  Not just your lap really, doing it in anyone's lap would be kinda weird.  I can't believe Annie, she doesn't have any common sense, sometimes I think she is so stupid!"

I laughed trying to keep the conversation light, "No pressure, just wanted to offer to let you get away with everything your sister did.  I don't want to have you think I'm playing favorites!"  Then almost as an afterthought I added jokingly, "If you ask me nicely, I'd probably even carry you back and tuck you in after the movie."

That brought an unexpected answer.  "I used to love it when Mom did that," she said a little dreamily, "It feels so good to be picked up when you're sleepy and tucked into bed.  Now she just shakes my shoulder and tells me to go to bed if I fall asleep out here.  She says I'm too big and heavy to lift up."

"Well the offer stands, and I won't tell a soul, it can be our secret," I whispered.  Unable to resist, I added a little peck on her cheek, "Do you want to start the movie over?  We have plenty of time before your mom gets home."

Amanda nodded, picked up the remote and restarted the movie.  She had picked a romance, a little steamy if you ask me, but I wasn't complaining.  Just for appearance sake, I asked if this was a movie that her mom allowed her to watch.  There was a long pause, then a confession, "Well, not really, but you are letting us get away with things.  Right?"  I just nodded with a smile.

I settled into the chair, pushing it back and raising the foot rest.  Amanda snuggled back into me, resting her head against my cheek.  She felt quite different than little Annie who had most recently occupied my lap.  She was heavier and taller, her legs reaching farther down my legs.  I reveled in the fresh smell of her slightly damp hair, the feel of her body against mine.  As we watched, I wrapped my arms around her, just under those little breast bumps I had noticed, absent mindedly rubbing her side with my hand as I held her.  At this point I was glad I had won her over and had given up any hope that anything else might happen.

She eventually moved one hand onto my arm, clasping me tighter during sad or tense scenes.  In one particularly steamy scene, the couple fell into a passionate embrace, kissing open mouthed.  Amanda was particularly focused on the screen, watching.  She turned to me and said, "That looks gross, but it also seems kind of romantic somehow.  Have you ever kissed like that?"

I nodded.  She continued, "It just seems like it would be gross having someone's tongue in your mouth.  I can't see why you would want to do that."  

I smiled and said, "You may not be old enough to understand yet, but you will, I promise."  Meanwhile, things were moving rapidly on the TV and soon the couple was in bed, the camera zoomed in close showing them naked from the waist up, him on top of her.  By the motion it was obvious that they were making love.  They began passionately kissing again.

Amanda turned and asked, "Are they doing it?  Is that what they are doing now?"

I feigned ignorance asking what she meant by "it" enjoying making her be specific.  She paused for a moment, then sighed as if it was a burden dealing with someone as thick skulled as me.  "You know, are they doing sex?" she asked, blushing as she said it.

I nodded, adding, "Some people call it making love."

She watched for a while longer and soon they were locked in a mutual orgasm, the camera zoomed in closely on their faces, emphasizing their ecstasy.  "Is it true that he sticks his thing inside her and then stuff comes out?"  Now it was my turn to blush.  I really wasn't expecting her to be so direct with her questions and not at all sure I wanted to continue the direction the conversation had taken.

"You know, I'm not sure your Mom would be ok with me talking about this with you.  It's kind of private, like Annie doing her nonny," I said earnestly, adding, "That's something that most parents prefer you talk about with them, not some neighbor."

There was a pause and I thought she understood and I had dodged the bullet, but Amanda pressed on, "Mom already talked about it and she made it seem pretty gross.  It was so embarrassing to talk about with her that I didn't want to ask any questions, I just listened and hoped she'd finish fast."  I smiled remembering a similar conversation with my Dad years ago.  

She continued, "I feel like I could ask you my questions and it wouldn't be so embarrassing.  You did say this was my time for your undivided attention."  She turned in my lap looking at me with pleading eyes.

Against my better judgment, I agreed with her, wondering what I was getting into, hoping that I'd be able to figure out a viable excuse if Jan ever got wind of what we had talked about.  I was feeling that the night had gotten out of hand somehow.  

Amanda turned the TV down, then twisted around so she was sitting across my lap, facing me and putting an arm around my shoulder to support herself.  "So," she began, a flood of words coming out, "Is it true?  I mean it sounds kind of gross, I mean really what girl would want some heavy guy laying on top of her; then there's all the spit swapping they were doing with their tongues inside each other’s mouths, that seems really gross; not to mention who would want to have someone stick something inside her and then the sticky stuff, that sounds messy and nasty and I can't imagine allowing anyone to do that, let alone wanting someone to do it.  That makes the kissing seem tame, even though that seems gross too."  I put my hand up to stop the flood of words.

"Yes what your Mom told you is all essentially true, but you're focusing on the mechanics of it all and there is a lot more to it," I started as I was searching for the right words.  I didn't want to mess this up and felt kind of honored that she trusted me enough to honestly ask questions.  

Finally I hit on an something.  "It's kind of like eating.  You know how gross it looks if someone chews with their mouth open, right?"  She nodded, and I continued, "So the mechanics of eating are kind of gross, but you know from your own experience that eating is pleasurable because of the taste, smell and texture of the food while you chew it.  Well, sex and making love are kind of like that too, there are sensations involved that make the mechanics pleasurable, even if they seem gross when you talk about them by themselves."

I stopped, feeling proud of myself for coming up with the analogy, hoping I had answered her questions.  She picked up where I left off, "So, someone's spit tastes good? I can't believe that." 

I sighed and shook my head, deciding to take a chance hoping she wouldn't be embarrassed.  "I'm going to assume that you do your nonny...," I started.

She cut me off, "What makes you think I do my nonny; did Annie tell you?  I'm so going to get her if she told you anything." 

I smiled and shook my head.  "She didn’t say a word,” I started, thinking that Amanda would probably die of embarrassment if she know who had told me she masturbated.  I figure you do your nonny, because it is a natural thing that most people do; and I assume that Annie had to learn it from someone; and you are the natural one for her to learn from since you share a room and you are her big sister and I bet she likes to copy what you do," I paused to let it sink in, then continued, "...and that's how I learned, except it was my older cousin when we shared a room one summer."  I paused, waiting for her next denial.

"You rub your nonny?" she asked in almost the same tone of disbelief her sister had used earlier that evening.  I felt like I was experiencing some alternate form of deja vu.  She continued, "I thought you had that stick kind of thing down there."

"Well, it's not exactly the same, because boys don't have a nonny, you're right about the 'stick kind of thing.'  Its official name is a penis, but a lot of guys use a nickname, like you calling your vagina a nonny.  I call it my dick."  This produced a nervous giggle and a nod of her head.  "But when I rub down there, it feels good, like when you rub your nonny," I finished.

"So what does rubbing my nonny have to do with sticking tongues in each other's mouths and all that other stuff?" she asked, continuing with her original line of questioning, the movie all but forgotten.

Now that I had warmed to the subject, it was easier to go on, "Well, that feeling you get when you rub your nonny," she nodded, and I continued, "when you get older the kissing and all that other stuff will feel like that but even better.  Believe it or not, there will be a time when you'll want to do stuff like rub your nonny with someone else and the french kissing will be exciting and make those feelings even better.  Then nature takes its course and those other things that seemed so gross tonight, will feel good too.  I know it seems crazy, but when you are old enough, you will want to do stuff like that."

I finished, turning to look at her to see if I made sense.  I could see that she was processing things.  She finally looked up at me, started to say something, then closed her mouth and looked away as if she was embarrassed.  I said in a gentle but teasing voice, "What were you going to ask?"  She just shook her head.  I pushed her a little bit, "Come on, you're the one who started this conversation."

After a minute, she said quietly, "If I open my mouth, will you stick your tongue in it, I want to feel what it feels like." 

I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling.  "I can tell you.  It would feel gross if I just stuck my tongue in your mouth.  I know that for sure," I said as gently as I could.  "Remember, that's just the mechanics, without the feelings, it is every bit as gross as it looks."

She looked down, gathering her courage, "Well, I kind of feel like I do when I know I want to do my nonny, a little excited in my tummy.  I thought it might be a good time to try..." her voice trailed off shyly.

I squeezed her in a hug and kissed her on the forehead.  "It might feel ok, but you don't usually just start by sticking your tongue in someone's mouth," I said softly, then continued with the truth, "and, I'm a lot older than you.  I'm pretty sure your Mom wouldn't approve of the conversation we've been having.  I know for a fact she wouldn't want me french kissing you."

Amanda was so cute in her innocence, looking me straight in the eye and without a hint of lust, she said wistfully, "Well, she's not here and I'm sure not going to tell her any thing."  Then gathering steam, "and I trust you to stop if I don't like it and to show me how it will feel best."

I knew how I should respond, knew what I had to say and was prepared to shut down this line of conversation.  I opened my mouth to say it and heard a voice that I almost didn't recognize say, "Well, if you promise not to tell, I guess we could do just a little bit."

She smiled, tipped her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, like she was at the dentist office waiting for the drill.  I turned her around in my lap and pulled her in close.  The movie had ended and the DVD menu was playing.  I took the remote and turned the TV to some mindless programming.  "Why don't we start by just watching some TV together and enjoy being close to each other?  When you are ready, I want you to do your nonny for a little bit.  I know it may seem embarrassing, but that's the best way to start. Do you trust me?"

She didn't say anything, just leaned back against me resting her head on my cheek.  I kissed the top of her head, then kissed her on the ear, then the cheek while we watched the show.  After a little while, she slid her hand down her stomach and started slowly stroking outside her pj's above her vulva and then on her thighs.  I whispered, "Can I touch your tummy?"  She nodded and I put my hand under her tee and began slowly stroking up and down on her stomach, enjoying the soft feel of her skin, the feel of the muscles and her navel, trying to use enough pressure to keep it from tickling.

She closed her eyes and began running her fingers between her legs as she stroked her thighs and stomach.  I began working my hand up her stomach, slowly moving towards her chest towards her breast bumps.  I finally got close, brushing her little bumps with the edge of my hand.  She whispered, "Be careful, sometimes they get tender."  I took this as permission and gently moved my hand up, first cupping one, then the other, resisting the urge to squeeze or pinch them. 

Amanda sighed as I began to move my hands gently around her chest, circling her little breast bumps, using both hands, keeping my touch gentle.  I whispered in her ear, "Let's move to the couch, it will be easier to kiss when it is time."  She slid off the chair and moved to the couch.  I turned off the TV and helped her to lay down on her back, laying next to her on my side.  I just held her for a minute.  Suddenly, I realized that I was in the midst of seducing an eleven year old and had a pang of conscience, "Are you sure you want to keep doing this?  We can stop now or any time you want."

She nodded and said, "I know we can stop, I want to do it."

Her acknowledgement increased my arousal, overwhelming what little conscience I had. I kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek.  Then I made a bold move and took her hand in mine, moving it down her stomach and to the waistband of her pj's, pressing it underneath then took my hand away.  She slowly slid her hand in and I could feel her begin to rub.  I started rubbing up her stomach and onto her little breasts again, this time pushing her shirt up as I went.  

Soon I was able to see what I had been rubbing. Her breasts were just beginning to form, only her areola and a little bit around them bumped out, a little bit smaller than ping pong balls but more cone shaped.  The areola were light brown in color with tiny nipples the size of pin heads in the middle of them.  I could feel my mouth begin to water as watched my fingers gently rub around and over them.  I was amazed at how soft they were and could feel the tiny nipples start to harden under my touch.

I glanced down and could see that her hand was moving inside the pj bottoms.  Her hips were not moving, but I could tell by her breathing that she was getting excited.  I took a deep breath and began kissing, starting with her forehead, then nose, then each eyelid, then her cheeks and finally her lips, brushing them first, then placing a soft kiss on her slightly parted lips.  Her eyes fluttered open for a moment when I kissed her, then closed again.

I moved to her chin, down her neck, then skipped over her tee, and gently kissed each breast, slowly moving my tongue around it, enjoying how small and soft they felt.  I worked hard to only let my lips and tongue make contact, aware that I hadn't shaved that morning, wanting to keep the contact soft.  As I kissed her breasts, she drew a quick breath and held it, releasing it with a little shudder a long sigh as I released her breasts.

I moved back up to her lips, brushing them first, then placing several soft slow kisses on them.  The first two, I was kissing her, on the third, I could feel her kissing back.  I was aware that the motion of her hand had increased below me.  I touched her parted lips with the tip of my tongue, then kissed again.  I repeated this several times.  Finally, her lips parted slightly, her tongue met mine, just inside her lips, tips touching, then retreating.

I was aware of how small her mouth felt against my lips, enjoying the sensation of her tongue when it touched mine.  We toyed like that for a while.  With each pass she became a little bolder.  I could feel my excitement building and pulled away a little to cool down.  When I did, she whispered, "I want you to touch me."  As she spoke, she took my hand with hers, slipped it under her waistband and I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties.  My hand slid down, hers on top, guiding me to the destination she desired.  

I could feel her smooth lips part as my finger slid down between them, she was warm and slippery.  My fingers explored with her hand guiding me, parting her lips, feeling small inner lips, her clit and small opening beneath.  I traced around her vulva on the outer lips, her smooth skin felt soft and satiny, no hair to speak of.  As my fingers explored her she lifted her head, touching my lips with hers, her other hand moved to my neck, drawing me down to her.  I began rubbing her in earnest, tracing up and down her vulva, pressing in slightly when I got to her opening.  While I could not sense any movement in her hips (very different from Annie), her breathing and the action of her tongue finally exploring inside my mouth, told me she was increasing in her arousal.

I took my hand from underneath hers, placing it on top of her hand, guiding her now, feeling her take my lead and begin to masturbate.  The feeling of her fingers moving beneath mine was like a drug.  I needed more.  I placed my finger at the opening of her vagina tracing around it, applying a little pressure, feeling the tip start to enter her.  

I pulled my mouth off of hers, "Amanda, can you feel where I'm pushing?"  She nodded, panting a little through parted lips, eyes closed.  “Have you ever put your finger in there?” She shook her head, “no.”  

"I want you to push up against my finger so it goes inside you.  I think you are old enough that it will feel good.  If it doesn't we'll stop. OK?"  She nodded again and I felt her hips move up, pressing the opening against my finger.  Slowly, I felt the tip of my finger enter her.

As I felt the warm walls squeeze against my finger, I almost came, realizing that I was touching a place no one else had touched before.  I held my finger in place, buried up to the first knuckle.  "Does it feel ok?"  I got a nod.  "Does it feel good?" Another nod.  I began to rub her clit with my thumb and she slipped her hand to her thigh, letting me take over.  I continued to rub her clit and pressed a little harder into the opening with my finger.

She pressed up and I slid half way in.  I pressed again and slowly, amazingly slid all the way in.  Obviously, she had no hymen, probably broken playing soccer or something.  I was glad as this took away the worry of hurting her and concern about potential blood to deal with.  I held my finger inside her for a little bit, then began to slowly pump it in and out, letting the tip run around the opening each time before pushing back in, concentrating on the spot just below her clit with the pad of my finger as I pushed in.  With each entry, she raised her hips to facilitate my pushing in.

I could feel her breathing becoming more ragged and guessed that she was getting close to an orgasm.  Wanting to prolong things, I pulled my finger completely out, and just held her hand with mine, resting on her thigh, inside her pants.  She moved her hips a little, wanting the contact to continue.  I placed my lips on hers, kissing softly, searching gently for her tongue.  As I kissed her, I pulled her hand back onto her vulva.  She immediately began stroking.  I pulled my hand out of her pants, found her other hand rubbing her breast and slid it down her chest, across her stomach and under the waistband.  

As I slid it down between her legs and over top of her other hand, I used my finger to push her middle finger against the opening, gently guiding her to the entrance.  I pulled my lips from hers and whispered, my lips brushing hers, "Now you try it, push your finger inside."  She didn't hesitate, just pushed her finger all the way inside.  I whispered into her lips, "Now push it in and out like I was doing.  Go fast or slow, figure out what feels good."

She began to slowly move her finger in and out, my hand on top of hers feeling every movement.  I was about to explode from the excitement.  I had to see what she was doing, but was afraid that if I looked, I'd cum on the spot.  I decided to chance it, slipping off the couch onto my knees beside her.  I pulled my hand out of her pants, and slipped my fingers under the waistband.  She lifted her hips and I used both hands to pull her pj's all the way down, stretching them over her spread legs and off her ankles. 

She responded by spreading her legs wider, continuing the motion with both hands.  My arousal was in hyper drive, I could feel the blood hammering in my ears as I watched.  If she had been a woman, I'd have been on top of her in a minute, fucking my brains out.  I managed to keep my head, wanting this first sexual experience to be the best possible. Knowing I couldn’t take things too fast. 

Not wanting to embarrass her by just watching and crazy to feel her again, I moved my hand on top of hers, pulling it away, replacing her finger with mine, sliding it easily into her vagina, pumping in and out.  It was so hot watching as my finger slipped in and out.  As it entered, it pulled her lips in a little, then moved them out as it pulled out.  She continued with her hand, working her clit.  I felt her breathing increase and she began making little audible noises deep in her throat.  Her hips began to move, not humping really but twitching to meet my finger occasionally.  I could see that she was out of contact with the outside world, totally focused on the sensations we were creating together.

I bent closer, breathing in the aroma of her excitement, my face inches from her vulva, aware of the wet sounds our fingers were making as I helped her towards her orgasm.  I loved the fact that we were working in unison, both wrapped up in her ecstasy.  I kissed her hand and she pulled it away, exposing her clit.  I wanted to explore her with my eyes, but now was not the time.  I kissed her vulva tentatively, pulling my finger all the way out of her, then began working with my tongue in earnest.  

Amanda's reaction to this new sensation was almost immediate, she stiffened, grunting as she grabbed my head with both hands, pressing my lips and tongue into her.  I pushed my finger all the way in, and felt myself cum in my pants, filling my boxers with hot, sticky semen(something I hadn't felt since high school while dry humping my girlfriend).  I held my finger pressed inside her while she finished her orgasm. 

As I felt her relax, I slowly pulled my face away from her vulva and slid my finger out, gently stroking her lips with my hand.  She squeezed her legs tightly together, blocking my access.  So, I pulled the afghan from the back of the couch to cover her, not wanting her to feel exposed or vulnerable.  I moved up as I pulled the blanket kissing her stomach, then each breast, ending with my lips pressed softly to hers.

She met my kiss with her tongue, slipped from between slightly parted lips.  I kissed her softly for a minute, marveling again at how small her mouth felt, cradling her head in my hands, enjoying how small it felt as well.  I pulled away, whispering "Well, what do you think?"

She lay there with a dreamy look in her eyes.  "Now I think I understand about the kissing," she started out.  "I couldn't believe it when you kissed me down there, I wanted to be embarrassed, wanted you to stop, but it felt so good I didn't care and wanted you to keep doing it at the same time.  Then when you kissed me just now, I could taste and smell myself, but it tasted kind of good, not bad like you would think it would."  She stopped for a moment, pondering this new information.

"I'm still not sure about the umm, dick and that sticky stuff, though..." she stopped and left it hanging.  

I was laughing to myself, thinking "If you only knew what a mess I just made in my pants..."  Instead, I told her, "There is plenty of time to figure that out, you are a young woman with a whole lifetime ahead of you."  I could see a look of pride gleam in her eyes when I called her a woman.  "For now, we need to get you into bed, I don't think your Mom would be thrilled to find you and me like this and it is almost eleven."  

Without asking, I wrapped the afghan under her and stood up, cradling her in my arms.  I've done that with women I was dating when I wanted them to feel especially cared for and it was always a struggle to make it seem as if they were easy to lift.  Now I was pleasantly surprised at how light she felt in comparison.  I walked slowly down the hall and into her room.  I lay her on the bed, kissing her lips as I put her down.  

Annie was asleep on her back, softly snoring from the other bed and we both looked over at her.  "I guess I should thank Annie for getting things started," she whispered with a twinkle in her eyes.

I shook my head, whispering, "I agree, but for now, I think we should keep this a secret between us, don't you?"

She nodded, then asked quietly, "Would you ever do the same kind of stuff with her that you just did with me?"  

I shook my head again, "No, not until she is your age.  She's way to little for most of what we did, she wouldn't understand the kissing, it would just be gross for her, and it would hurt her to put my finger inside of her, she's too small."  Almost as an afterthought, I added, "She'd probably be ok if I kissed her down there though."

Amanda got a devilish grin and whispered, "I dare you to do it right now.  She sleeps real good, I know you won't wake her.  Mom has to pick her up and put her on a chair in the kitchen to get her to wake up for school.  Sometimes that doesn’t even work."  

For some reason, I guess because of all the rules that I had already broken, it sounded reasonable.  "OK," I whispered back, "but just for a minute, I need to get home before your Mother gets home."  Then I added, "And you have to help me."  

She slipped out of bed and I realized that she hadn't put her pants back on.  "Shouldn't you put your pants back on?"  I asked.

She shook her head, "I don't wear them most nights.  Mom says that women wear so much elastic that it's better for our circulation if we sleep without panties."  I tucked that information away for future use as we moved to Annie's bedside, both kneeling on the floor next to her.

Amanda pulled the sheet down, exposing her little sister, her act seeming especially naughty.  Annie's nightgown had ridden up exposing the panties that I had replaced earlier that evening.  One knee was pulled up so that her thigh was perpendicular to her other leg, giving easy access to her vulva.  Amanda reached across her and pulled the panties aside exposing her vulva.  

I listened and didn't hear any change in Annie's breathing, so leaned in and began to lick her little pussy.  It tasted mostly sweet and I was surprised how small it felt after Amanda's.  I licked for a while exploring her little clit, feeling for the little ridges that would be her inner labia when she grew up a little, touching the tip of my tongue to her tiny opening, exploring its edges.  I could feel myself begin to stiffen, even though I had cum just moments before.  The idea of doing this while she slept was erotic enough.  The fact that Amanda was helping made it that much more arousing.

I glanced up and could see Amanda's hand had slipped beneath her tee.  It made me even hotter knowing that what we were doing had the same effect on her that it was having on me.  I pulled my face up and looked Amanda in the eye as I put my hand on hers, pulling Annie's panties farther aside.  "You have to do it too, now," I whispered.  "It's only fair." 

She only hesitated a moment, then bent down, laying across Annie and stuck her tongue out, tentatively touching her sisters vulva as if it might be poison.  "You have to do it like I did," I chided.  She responded by putting her mouth over Annie’s vulva, covering it with her lips.  

As she began licking in earnest, I slid my hand down her buns and between her legs, diddling her clit as she knelt by the bed.  If I had a third hand, I would have pulled my dick out right there and wanked it, I was so hot.  Instead, I just fondled Amanda as she tasted her little sister for the first time.  

After a minute she stopped and I pulled my finger from between her legs.  "That was weird, but really cool," she whispered," full of awe.  "I want to do it some more."

My first thought was to encourage her to do some more, but some thread of reality ensued and I was suddenly aware of the time.  I figured it would not be good for Jan to come home and find us abusing Annie together.  I smiled and told her it would have to wait, we were risking getting caught.  She sighed and nodded, climbing back into bed.  I covered Annie, who had not moved while we enjoyed her little body, then bent to kiss her on the forehead.  I turned and did the same for Amanda.

"You were amazing, girl," I whispered.  "I hope you get to babysit your little sister again soon… and you have another emergency that requires my assistance," I winked as I said it.  "If you miss me too much, stop over at my house without Annie, maybe we can sneak in another kissing lesson.  Would you like that?"

She nodded, adding, "I wish you could just stay here tonight."  I smiled, kissed her on the forehead, nose then brushed her lips with mine.

I stood up and walked slowly to the door wanting with every fiber in my being to stay, turning to blow a kiss as I stepped into the hall and turned off the light.



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