April Showers Again

It felt great to wake up in my old bed again. After nine months in the city, being back in the country was like seeing an old friend. I stretched the sleep from my body and looked at April lying next to me. Her folks were off celebrating being empty nesters by taking a cruise, and she had accepted my invitation to spend the summer.

April and I shared a room at school. We didn’t go partying much, most nights we stayed in the dorm studying. When schoolwork was done, we’d hang out talking, sometimes about our sex lives. At eighteen, she’s still a virgin, and I don’t have a lot of experience myself. Not from lack of offers, I’m a tall redhead with a decent body, my tits weren’t big but stood up nicely. April rocks a punk look. Spiky blonde hair, a round perpetually smiling face, and a full figure gets her plenty of attention. I’d had a few uninspired fucks, and April told me she had given a few hand jobs, but nothing more.

Really, we just hadn’t found anyone that interested us that much yet.

One evening, out of nowhere, April stripped off her top and asked what I thought of her tits. Now, I hadn’t touched another girl’s tit since training bras and budding breasts were novelties, but part of me had been curious about hers for a while. Mine were nice enough, but they just sort of sat there, snug in their B cups, while hers always seemed to be moving, she could make a sports bra jiggle. I sat up on the side of my bed, she stood before me, her breasts at eye level. I took one in each hand and lifted. The skin was soft and warm, the weight a pleasant surprise. Her nipples seemed small in the center of all that flesh, under my fingertips I felt them grow to soft pink pebbles. The scent of her body was filling my nose, it was reluctantly that I let go and stared up into her face.

“They’re wonderful” I told her. “I see why boys like playing with our tits so much. Yours are so soft, so alive, compared to them mine are just…you tell me what mine are” I said, removing my shirt and bra and laying back on the bed.

In that moment I wanted nothing so much as to have April’s hands on me. Grinning, she jumped onto my legs and with her palms pushed my hips into the mattress. Sliding up my sides, her thumbs caught the underside of my breasts and pushed into my flesh as her fingers curled around my nipples. I was in heaven watching as she gently pulled and twisted at me.

It was too soon when she dropped forward, her breasts covering mine as she pressed down with all her weight. “They’re perfect” she whispered to me, “worthy of a goddess.”

I think we were both surprised by what we had done, but not embarrassed. Thoughts of her occupied my mind most of the next day. That night April was reading on her bed, and I asked if I could look at her pussy. I remember I even used that word. April looked at me for a few seconds, one eyebrow raised.

“I’m curious and want to see if it’s different than mine.” Blushing I added: “And it might be fun too.”

April grinned and tossed her book aside. Her panties and tee shirt were gone in a flash, she opened her legs and crossed her arms, inviting me to look. She watched intently as I spread her legs even wider and ran my fingers across her sex. Her bush was very soft, trimmed but still long enough that it mostly hid her outer lips. Gently, my fingers opened her, when I did the smell of pussy filled my nose.



My fingers traced a line down her inner lips and back, the moist flesh a deep pink around her opening. “I like how your clit looks” I said as I circled it. “I think it’s bigger than mine. Is it very sensitive?”

“Not much when I first touch it, but as I get close to orgasm it comes out more and the tip becomes ultra-sensitive.

As I stroked her blood was being pushed into her sex. Her lips opened, swollen and dark. Leaving her clit for the moment, I put two fingers to the entrance of her vagina and looked the question to her. She nodded, and I worked my fingers inside slowly, a little deeper each time until they were completely surrounded by her warm flesh. I finger fucked her a few times and asked if she wanted me to stop.

“Finish me, it will be the first time that someone else had make me come.”

On my knees between her legs, I went back to sliding in and out of her vagina. Penetrating her, feeling her flesh around my fingers, fueled my own ardor. Wet, my panties plastered themselves against my vulva. April pulled at her nipples as my fingers hammered at her. When her hips started rising up to meet my hand, I put my thumb to work on her clit. After that her orgasm came swiftly, I felt her tense around my fingers as she soaked my hand.

After catching her breath April said it was her turn, and I was happy to switch places with her. Naked, with a couple of pillows behind me, I pulled my legs up to my chest. From that position I could see my entire shaven sex, I’m sure April could see from my clit to the entrance of my vagina, and further still to the other hole within my ass cheeks.

I was very wet, without the panties a thin stream of liquid was running across my asshole. Her face inches away she coated her fingers with my juices.

“Are you always like this?” she asked.

“Depends. Sometimes when I masturbate I get really wet. Is it gross?”

“No, it’s cool. Your pussy is beautiful, even your asshole looks nice.

“You like my asshole?”

“Well, yeah. April traced circles on the hole in question. “It’s clean, it’s shiny, it’s got cute little crinkles.

Leaving my bung she explored higher, touching every surface, pulling the lips and poking my pee hole. Finally, her fingers stopped at my opening and pushed their way inside.

A few boys had fingered me in high school, pawing with their rough hands. April’s smaller fingers slid smoothly into my tunnel, and I squeezed against them in appreciation.

“Move your fingers slowly and press up with your fingertips, that spot’s like the other end of my clit.”

In seconds she had me coming. In my heavily excited state I expected an intense, quick orgasm, a rapid release of all my sexual tension. What I got was even better, a slow rolling orgasm, gentle waves of pleasure that washed over me for an eternity. I could feel my skin tingle as I flushed with ecstasy from my tits to my chin. When it was over I was limp, eyes fixed on the ceiling, the bedding under my ass soaked.

That was not the last time we played with each other, but the first. Not that we stopped going on dates but nothing serious happened. After we grew comfortable pleasuring each other, April suggested getting a sex toy. We wound up getting two, a realistic looking dildo, long but not too thick, and a slender vibrator. April preferred the dildo, and I enjoyed sliding it into her while I lay on her belly. I found she really did like my butthole, and I liked her playing with it. I could be lying on my stomach reading and she’d pull whatever I was wearing down to my knees, and I’d lift my hips so she could slide the lubricated vibrator home. After a while fingers would penetrate my vagina and she’d frig me to orgasm. When I had a particular itch, I’d watch as she worked the dildo into me, that feeling of the head when it pushed through my sphincter was exquisite. So, when her parents told her of their plan to travel, having her stay with me was an easy decision.

……….

Now, my house is pretty small, the upstairs has two bedrooms with a bath between that I shared with my younger brother Ken. During the summer the place can get baking hot. Growing up, Ken and I spent a lot of our time up there naked. We were just kids, playing games on the floor and wrestling on the beds, never thinking we should be clothed. Even when we got older, we seldom wore anything upstairs in summer.

April and I had arrived from school yesterday. Already settled in, we were in my room checking the web for summer jobs when we heard the toilet seat lifted, followed a second later by the sound of Ken peeing into the bowl. April jumped up and peeked around the partially open door to the bathroom. When the toilet flushed she quietly came back, stifling a giggle with both hands.

“Sam, that was awesome! I watched your brother in the mirror as he pissed! I couldn’t see everything because of the angle, but still!”



“What’s the big deal, I’ve seen him pee hundreds of times. You’ve never seen a guy piss before? “

“No, that’s why it was so cool. You know Ken’s a hunk, right?”

I had never thought of Ken as being sexy, he was just my brother. Thinking about it, he was fairly tall, played a few sports, kept himself in shape. Hair lighter than mine and blue eyes. I guess you could call him a hunk.

“Sam, you need to tell me everything! Have you seen him hard? Does he have a big dick?”

So, I told her all about growing up with Ken. About the heat and playing together naked. Sharing a bathroom and showering together. I told how I laughed the first time I caught him with a boner, jumping on his stomach and slapping his little pecker back and forth. How we didn’t bother to shut our bathroom doors until we were in our teens, and even them we often wouldn’t bother.

“And April, you’ll like this part. In the shower I’d hold his dick while he peed. I’d wave it around or hold it up between our bellies while the piss flew. Ken watched me do it too, he’d get on his knees and I’d spread my legs so he could see. For a while we were doing it almost every night, letting the piss drip off of us before we turned the shower on. And I’ve seen him jerk off too. Sometimes at night I’d hear his bed squeaking and go watch in the bathroom mirror. I’d rub myself too, but he always came before I could finish.