A good neighbor

heard her ask 'Gary? Would… would you make love with me?'

I'd completely forgotten about any plans or designs on them after Andrea had asked me to take care of them, so hearing her ask me that was totally unexpected.

After scooting back a little, and then getting her to roll over onto her back so I could look at her, I asked 'Is that what you really want, Em? Are you sure?'

Her expression was solemn, and her gaze steady, when she answered 'Yeah, I'm really sure that's what I want.'

'I'm sorry, dear, but… why?'

Her voice was calm as she told me 'Because I've realized how much you love me, and how much I love you. When they were here, Uncle Ed and Aunt Betty both told me and Gail that they would have taken us in if Mom had asked them to, so I know you didn't have to do it — and that means that you really do love us, even more than you say you do. This bedroom isn't that much smaller that ours is, so we could have stayed in here; but you gave us that one so we'd have a little more room, and so we'd have our own bathroom. The bathroom isn't that big of a deal, really, except that with me and Gail having one to ourselves like that, people don't bother us about being here — they see that we have our own bathroom and everything, and they just figure nothing is going on with you and us, and leave me and Gail alone about it. You didn't have to get new beds for me and her, but you did, so we'd have even more room. When we've had to get clothes or stuff for school, or anything like that, you spend more money on us than Mom did; I know Mom didn't have as much, but that doesn't mean that you have to spend as much as you do. And… and now that we're staying here with you all the time, I see how you treat us different than Mom did. She never BEAT us or yelled at us or anything like that, but you're still nicer to be with than she was — I'm kinda starting to understand what she meant when she told us that she hadn't been raising us as good as she should have, now. I'm not glad she's gone, 'cause she's still Mom, but it IS nicer being with you than it was her. So, because of all the stuff you do for me -

and Gail, too — I know how much you love us, because you take such good care of us. And that makes me love YOU, too, even more than I did before. When you talked to me about when I stop being a virgin, you told me that it should be something special, and that I should make sure it's with someone I care about, and that you wanted me to be happy about it afterwards. I've really, really thought about it, and what I want is to be with you first — because of how much I love you, and you love me; and I know it will be special with you, so I'm happy after.'

Looking into her eyes, I could see that she meant every word she'd said, and was sincere about why she wanted to give herself to me that way. Still, it took a couple of seconds for me to ask

'Aren't you afraid it's going to hurt? I'm a grown man, and you didn't turn fifteen until not so long ago. And what about the chance that I might get you pregnant? I don't think either one of us wants that!'

'I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose, Gary — you'd even try to make the hurt as small as you could, so I know that it'll hurt as little with you as it ever will. And I don't have to worry about getting pregnant; before she left, Mom took me and Gail in to see her doctor. They talked about it, and after he did some tests, he started both of us on birth control. Mom said that if you ever asked about it, I should tell you that you were right, and that she took us in so that you wouldn't have to explain anything to anybody.'

Neither of them had ever said anything to me, and the religious nuts in our area had passed a law requiring parents to be notified of any birth control prescriptions; I hadn't gotten any calls from any pharmacies, so I couldn't figure out how they were being protected. I finally came out and asked 'What kind of birth control are you and Gail using, Em? I should have gotten a phone call or something if you were on birth control pills.'

'Oh, the doctor told Mom about something new he called Northplant? Norplan? Something like that, anyway. He made this tiny little cut, and put these little sticks under the skin. They're right here, on the inside of my arm. He said that because they work different than pills, they wouldn't do anything to mess up us going through puberty, and that they'll last, like, five years.'

Turning on the light, I had her show me; about halfway up the inside of her upper arm, I could see where a small incision had been made. When she pulled the skin taut, I could just barely make out the shapes of the 'sticks' she'd said were inserted. With the evidence there in front of me, I couldn't doubt that Andrea really had taken them in, and that they weren't going to get pregnant. Still, I resolved that I was going to find out the particulars of what she was talking about the next morning; it seemed prudent to know what she was using, and how it might affect her. Until then, I still had her naked and nubile body stretched out in front of me.

Looking down at her, I saw that she was still waiting for my answer to her original question -

would I make love with her? Emma was still easily as lovely and sexy as she'd been when I first began thinking about being intimate with her, and as I looked into her face and eyes, I realized that what I felt for her and Gail had gone from simple lust and affection to actually loving them… the kind of love that made me want to take care of them, and protect them against being hurt by the world, and all the rest. She'd said that she knew that I would try to avoid hurting her if we made love, and I knew that was true — and that made it just as certain that being deflowered by me would cause her the least amount of pain possible. She wanted to give herself to me because of what I meant to her; knowing how much I cared for her, and cherished her, I knew that if I was the one she was with first, it would be special for her, and that I would make her happy about it when it was over.

Looking into her eyes, I smiled as I told her 'Em, sweetheart, if you want me to make love with you — to give yourself to me your first time… I love you too much to say anything except yes, and that I'm honored that you would pick me.'

Her expression immediately changed to one of sheer joy, and she asked me 'Would… would it be okay if we did it tonight?'

I leaned over and gave her a tender kiss on the lips before answering 'Of course it would, dear.'

'What do I have to do?', she asked. From her tone, I knew that she wasn't afraid or worried -

she only wanted to know if and how she could help.

I smiled and kissed her again before answering 'Just be you. We can just get each other ready like we usually do — except that you don't make me climax. I'll still help YOU have one so that it's as easy for you as it can be, and then we'll see if we can get me inside you.'

She nodded her understanding, and I added 'Honey, I'll go as slow and take as much time as I have to, so it's as easy for you as we can make it.'

Smiling, she looked up at me in total confidence as she told me 'I know you will, Gary.'

I smiled back, then lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the lips; her returning kiss was just as soft, but more inviting. I responded by making the next touch of my lips to hers a bit more firm as I put my hand on her waist. Our kiss lasted longer, and grew more impassioned; when I felt her move slightly, I knew that she wanted my hand on her breasts. Our lips parted, and our tongues came out to get reacquainted even as I was cupping her warm mammary in my hand.

I have to admit that I was more than a little surprised at how quickly and easily her passion and desire increased; it wasn't but a few minutes before she was panting heavily enough that kissing her was nigh impossible — something that I didn't particularly mind, since it gave me the opportunity to move my head down so that I could begin an oral assault on her bust while my hand shifted to her thighs… and the area between them. It was short work to get her areolas puckered, and her nipples erect. I continued to nurse at her breasts while using the tips of my fingers to softly caress the insides of her thighs and the soft flesh of her mound. I'd managed to draw the pad of my finger across the damp entrance to her vagina a few times when she told me

'I want to use my mouth on you!'

I withdrew my hand from between her legs, and raised my head from her bust; it took only a moment for her to sit up and face me. I lay down, and barely had time to turn my head her direction before it was necessary to guide her leg as she moved it to the other side of my head.

After only a little fine-tuning of her position, Emma leaned forward and took my penis in her hand. Lifting it up, she took virtually all of it into her mouth — her lips were clenched around the base of it, and I could feel the breath from her nostrils tickling my balls.

Turning my attention to the view of herself she was presenting me, I saw that her clitoris was almost completely erect; her labia were already beginning to darken, and the area between them was starting to shine from her oils.