With the prospect of an afternoon of 'shopping' (considering that I figured they'd look at ten thousand things and might buy three, I didn't know why they said it was 'shopping'), the youngsters – except for Crissy – swarmed into the bedrooms to get dressed, with Jan and Kelly following. A while later, they started trickling back into the den, dressed, made up, and ready to go. With another round of regrets to Crissy, they were out the door, chattering away. On her way out, Sheri gave her sister some kind of Look, which Crissy saw.
I let myself be obviously watching a nature program that had come on TV, while watching Crissy from the corner of my eye. There were still things for her to learn, of course, even though she'd 'connected' earlier that morning.
After a few minutes, she got up and came over – unhesitatingly taking a seat in my lap and drawing my arms around her. I held her like that for a little longer before she quietly asked me 'Dan? Would you make love with me now?'
I hugged her briefly, and she tilted her head back so we could look at each other as I asked 'I thought you 'weren't feeling well'?'
A trifle embarrassed, she told me 'That was Kelly's idea, so that I'd have a reason not to go shopping with them. I'm fine, really!' – and shortly on the heels of that, realizing that I already knew that she wasn't having anything like the problem she'd pretended.
She blushed, and said 'You knew I was faking, didn't you? I'll bet Kelly told you.'
I smiled at her, and answered 'No, she didn't tell me what the two of you were going to do. Before breakfast, she just told me that if you wanted to make love with me, you were going to get the chance.'
Crissy considered that for a moment, then said 'She said that to you before breakfast. So it was her idea that I should make love with you?'
'Not that you should make love with me. She was only saying that if you wanted to, it was okay with her – okay enough that she was willing to help you get the chance', I told her, with a hug.
'Do you want to make love with me?'
I kissed her on the forehead before replying 'I would like to show you how much I love you, yes. Its up to you, not me, how far that goes.'
She didn't hesitate even a moment to tell me 'I want it to go all the way.'
I just hugged her in response, and asked 'When?'
Eagerly, she asked 'Now?'
I scooted forward on the chair, and she started to move to get off my lap – but when I didn't let go of her, she stopped moving and just looked at me. I smiled, moved one arm to under her legs, and stood up, lifting her with me. It wasn't easy, since she wasn't a small girl, but worth the effort: she looked delighted, and quickly put her arms around my neck before resting her head against my shoulder.
I carried her back to the bedroom and then to the bed, where I gently set her down. She released her arms from around my neck and watched as I moved to lie next to her, propped up on my side. I put my arm across her body and looked down at her to say 'Don't feel like there's anything you have to do, or should do – I'm here for you, and all that matters to me is making you happy with what happens here. You don't have to be afraid or worry about anything – physically, you're no different than any other woman; in your heart and mind, you're somebody completely different than anyone else – even your sister. There's no reason to hurry. You know that you're more than welcome to come and visit any time, for any reason. What you want us to do is make love – so that's what we'll be doing: making love. Not me doing it to you, or you doing to me, but us doing it together. Okay?'
Smiling, she nodded happily before telling me 'I trust you, Dan – because I love you, and know that you love me. I'm not afraid, because I know you'll do everything you can to make this right for me; I know that it IS up to me what we do. And what I want for us is to share our love with each other.'
I lowered my head, and she let me softly kiss her on the lips. When I looked into her eyes, I could see that though she was certainly eager to learn making love, she was also willing to be patient, and get it right.
I kissed her again, and as the kiss lengthened, I gently moved my hand up to hold her breast; she put her hand over mine, then squeezed, letting me know that I was welcome to touch her how and when and where I wished. I gently squeezed, feeling the warm, spongy firmness of her breast before softly tracing my fingertips along its curves to its peak. There I found her nipple already standing out of her puckered areola. Feeling the little goose bumps on it, I had the passing thought that perhaps those goose bumps were actually Braille for 'You are Here' or 'Suck Me' or some such.
In any event, her lips parted slightly in invitation for our kiss to deepen as my hand traced its way over to her other breast. I opened my lips in return, and even as my thumb was brushing across her nipple, our tongues were coming into first contact – accented by a soft moan from deep in Crissy's throat.
As our tongues danced and explored and danced some more, I moved my hand across her body – her warm, smooth skin delighting me as I manually mapped the contours of her anatomy. Our lips parted, and she looked up at me to say 'The way you're touching me – your hand feels so nice!' before pulling my head down to pick up where we'd left off. From her head to her waist, she'd pretty much held still under my touch; the thing that let me know she enjoyed what I was doing was the gradual quickening of her breathing as her excitement increased. But when my touch dropped below her waist, it was a different matter entirely: with a soft moan, she lifted her hips and opened her thighs, letting me know where she wanted my hand to go next. Patiently, I continued my explorations until I was softly caressing the insides of her smooth, firm thighs. Gradually, I narrowed the focus of my caresses to the area between them until I finally laid my hand atop her mons, my finger resting along her cleft. Her groan of pleasure when I did that encouraged me to investigate further: slowly curling my finger, I let the tip of it slip between her labia and found her entrance to be hot and wet as she arched her hips to try and draw it deeper. Higher up, I found the small knob of her clitoris, erect and responsive to my touch, if her gasp of pleasure was any indication.
She was starting to have difficulty kissing me and breathing at the same time; I solved the problem for her by pulling my lips back from hers – then lowering my head again to begin kissing her face, then throat, then shoulders. As she softly panted in my ear, my lips charted a course down her body, and to one side; the journey ended when I was able to begin sucking and licking the end of one of her breasts.
As I nursed at her, I resumed what I'd been doing with my hand, carefully tracing the moist hills and valleys of her womanhood with my fingertip as her soft, thick pubic hair cushioned my palm. Each pass of my finger between her labia had her arching her back and opening her thighs to me even more; I finally gave in to her desires and gently pressed a fingertip against her opening. As before, she raised her hips; but that time, she was able to impale herself on my finger – something she didn't hesitate to do. She was certainly wet enough inside that there wasn't any problem with keeping me lubricated; and even though she was still tight, she was also quite eager to have my digit inside her. Her efforts ended only when both of us felt the end of my finger bump against her maidenhead. She started to lower her hips again, and I moved my hand with her, keeping my finger inside her to her audible pleasure. Carefully, and gently, I moved my finger around inside her to get an idea of how difficult it would be for her when the time came for me to put something more substantial inside her. Her increasing wetness and soft moans let me know that my efforts were having a more direct and immediate impact on her, as well. I finally decided that being inside her wasn't going to be any more difficult for her than it had been for her sister; Crissy's hymen felt like it was probably a trifle thicker than Sheri's had likely been – but not by much, I judged. Any pain she might feel was almost certainly going to be small and brief.
When I finally slid my finger out of her, she demanded 'Give it to me!'
Surprised, it took me a second to realize that she meant my finger. I brought my hand up, and she quickly siezed it so she could wrap her lips around the finger that had been inside her. As she licked and sucked the oils she'd coated it with, she gave me an impish smile around it; there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she had to know the effect she was having on me.
Once satisfied that she'd gotten it clean enough, she slowly pulled it out of her mouth – a sight that was wonderfully erotic. With control of my hand back, I resumed licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples as she let her head fall back again.
With her so obviously eager and willing, I started to move over her so I could work my way down her body. She short-circuited that plan by simply telling me 'I want you to use your mouth on me.'
Despite her obvious desire, I didn't deny myself the pleasure of giving her lower belly a dozen or so soft kisses before settling my torso between her parted thighs.
As a twin to Sheri, I knew that Crissy would bear a certain resemblance to her sister – but I also knew that as
