Valentine's Candy: Open Wide

The curious girl snuck closer. She still wore the simple sundress and tennis shoes from before. Looking down, she could make out the bulge of the raised channel running along the belly of his shaft and followed it to the sensitive connection with the head.

Candy leaned over him, examining that junction. The lower ridge of his head came together from both sides there with two graceful curves joining, creating a valley that widened as it flowed into the raised channel. She could make out a tiny ridge of soft wrinkled skin where they all came together.

Her eyes traveled over the head. Up close, it was noticeably redder than the shaft. The whole thing looked a mess, like something had dried on it. She wondered if it looked that way after masturbation.

The thought gave her a shiver. Had he masturbated thinking of her? He'd admitted that she had inspired his erection. It had felt so much bigger squeezed between them. Looking down on it now, she could almost see how it might possibly fit inside her...no, still too big, still dwarfing the electric toothbrush.

His balls drew her. Lifted high by the the elastic band under them, they rested like eggs in the loose, wrinkly sack. Not the most aesthetic of things, she still wanted to reach out and cradle them in her hands, feel their weight. Oddly, Candy fought an urge to knee down and sniff, her nose and face right where his cock disappeared under those eggs.

The thought brought her attention to what she did smell. Valentine's room had a lingering aroma of spicy muskiness on top of his scent.

Amazed at her own boldness, Candy crouched low and leaned over him. She avoided bumping in to his near leg while she brought her face down close to his balls.

She inhaled. It was stronger, muddier than along the side of his neck and jaw, but the smells were related. She inhaled again as she traced the air inches above his shaft to the head. Close up, it did look like thick fluid had dried on the thin, soft looking skin.

Combined with the scents, and the sights, the thought that he had orgasmed - cum! - thinking of her lit a surge of warmth through her. She felt her her cheeks flush and a shiver ran up her spine.

"Can I help you?" The voice was gravelly, unexpected, and very close.

Candy shrieked, caught where she had no business being, and jumped back. Or would have jumped if her heel hadn't snagged on Val's larger foot. She stumbled to the floor, landing hard on her bottom.

Valentine's voice was gravelly with sleep. When Candy yelled and fell back, disappearing from his view, he sprung up.

"Shit! Are you okay?" He was still groggy, but worried about her. As soon as he gained his feet, his pants around his thighs surprised him, and he fell on top of his stepsister.

Twisting, he managed to catch himself with his hands on the carpet, so all his weight didn't land on the smaller girl. Instead, he ended up arched over her, bare ass in the air like a very poor downward dog. His cock hung down like a salami on display, as though he had contorted himself this way for her ease of viewing.

The complete silence, motionless except for his heavy pendulum swinging slightly before her, lasted no more than a second or two. Then they both burst out laughing, too hard. It helped cover the discomfort.

Neither wanted to be the first one to stop laughing, so Val continued to chuckle as he lifted himself carefully from above her and sat on the edge of the bed. He tucked himself back into his pants as he did.

Candy's laugh trailed off to a giggle as she watched him, sad to see his private parts disappear but fascinated with how he folded them in and tucked all that stuff away.

Valentine still suffered from the fog of a deep sleep interrupted too soon. She took advantage.

"Is that the way all the boys nap in those prep school dorms? Beat off, then pass out with their wangs exposed to the world?"

"What? No! I didn't beat off." The immediate questions from the young girl didn't help his mental clarity, but the instinct to deny masturbation was immediate.

Candy regained her feet. Pressing her advantage, she looked down at him doubtfully, crossing her arms. "I leave a high school boy alone with a boner, and find him passed out with ejaculate dried on him an hour later. That spells wanker."

Her whirlwind of accusation, raining down from above kept him off balance, frustrated, not thinking. "I am not a wanker, dammit! Aunt Marguerite..."

"You fucked Aunt Mar?" Behind the shock, Candy was surprised by the instant sickness she felt.

"What? Enough with the questions!" Valentine slammed his hands down on the mattress.

Candy clammed up, feelings of hurt, jealousy, and guilt that she had pushed Val like that, to anger.

He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes. The anger was gone. "Do you want to know?"

She nodded shyly. He patted the bed next to him. She sat, a small space between them. His eyes were on hers.

"We have secrets now, don't we?" He reached a hand up and traced her lip with his thumb.

Candy nodded with more enthusiasm. She liked their new secret.

"I'm going to tell you another secret. I didn't beat off, though I wanted to after the way you left me." She blushed. "And I didn't fuck Aunt Marguetite."

He let that sink in. "Except her mouth."

Candy's confusion was obvious, but she was nothing if not a quicker learner. "If you didn't...except her...you fucked Aunt Mar's mouth? Like a blow job? With Aunt Mar?"

Valentine was grinning at her. "I said it was a secret. Mom would probably kill us both."

"But she'd be fine with you shoving that big thing up against poor virgin me?"

"No." He was shaking his head. "That's why that is a secret too. And I didn't shove it against you."

"Bro, you seem to have a lot of secrets."

"I'd like to have more secrets with you."

Candy's smile lit up her face. "That deserves a kiss."

Their lips and tongues continued where they had left on in the garden. She leaned into him. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. The kiss continued as they fell back onto the bed. She felt his arm tighten around her waist, as though to roll her on top of him. She pulled back.

"Wait." She looked over at the open door, then back down at him. "For future reference, in the maintenance of secrets, closed doors are an asset."

With that she pulled away from him and closed the door. He heard the lock turn as he pushed himself up toward the headboard until he was stretched out entirely on the bed. She surprised him by climbing directly onto him, sitting up across his thighs, his bulging package displayed within easy reach before her.

"Tell me about Aunt Mar. She's beautiful, isn't she?" She looked so eager, so innocent, and the young man found himself wanting to share this secret with her, and many more. Anything for them to share.

"Not as beautiful as you, Candace. Not even close."

She simply looked at him then. He had rarely called her by her given name before. It made it sound so serious, so sincere.

He told her almost everything then. Not every detail of every encounter, but enough. How Marguerite had seduced him the first time in the pool. How she taught him to fuck her mouth and her throat and pound her curvy little body.

He told her about Mrs. Malone too. Who got off on not being able to take him all in as much as Marguerite got off on having him as deep as he could go, fucking her hard.

"Can I watch?" Candy had listened in silence at his confessions.

"Huh?"

"Can I watch you fucking Aunt Mar? She's going to want to while you're in town, you know it. She wouldn't miss a chance to get this big fucking dick of yours. Again."

She struggled to sit still while he revealed his sexual antics as the rising tension inside encouraged her to touch herself, to push herself against something. The tension that had been simmering since their walk, now bubbling faster.

The conflict was plain on his face. What she was asking was all kinds of wrong. And very tempting. The thought of pulling one over on the woman who was always in control sexually appealed to him, as did the image of innocent Candy watching intently as he fucked her.

Candy let him off the hook by leaning forward to lower herself onto him until her lips met his.

"It's okay." She kissed him again. Both of them aware of the missile trapped between them. Her weight pressed it into her belly more than just leaning into him had on their walk. "You don't have to let me watch."

She rubbed her lithe young body down onto his as she kissed him again. "I was messing up the plan. My next lesson is supposed to be 'Further Uses of the Tongue.' Right, teacher?"

She lifted herself upright on him without warning. The yellow skirt was bunched over her legs. Her look was one of mock bewilderment. She even put a finger to her chin in consideration. She completely ignored acknowledging how much of her weight rested on his thick log now trapped under her damp cotton panties.

"Sir, one thing still confuses me: is this lesson your tongue on me?" She traced both hands down opposite sides of her slim body, from outside her small firm breasts down over her waist, to end flaring out on her hips. Ever so slightly, those small hips rocked back and forth on that very big log.

"Or do we begin with my tongue on you?" Both hands lowered. Her fingers stroked down his chest leisurely, delayed on the the moguls of his washboard stomach, obvious through his thin shirt, and stopped on the large knob that appeared from between her legs.

She shuddered involuntarily when her thumbs bumped her own swelling sensitive little knob. Since she had discovered the release of the shower head, Candy had found several ways of duplicating the pulsing jets' effect. Many of them centered around this hidden nub, both to torture herself toward the point of unbearability, and to let loose the tension once the spring was wound tight.

Recently she had uncovered a way to bypass the clit, and get a similar but somehow deeper release. Curious about the actual 'insert penis in the vagina' process, Candy searched her belongings for a suitable surrogate. Something vaguely cylindrical, and not too big.

The handle of a hair brush was her first lover. Naked on her bed, she slipped the handle into her mouth, sucking it. Her first blow job, she giggled to herself.

Her saliva added lubrication but it probably wasn't needed. The tension in her belly had reached a frantic state when she'd begun her search. The very act of searching for a faux cock to give herself an orgasm excited her more.

While she'd enjoyed the filling feeling as it entered her, she had to return a hand to the magic button to get the strong release she needed. It had been that release, with the plastic handle still inside, that received the credit for taking her physical maidenhood.

The next object she tried, and the first lover to blow her mind, was her toothbrush. The handle was a shaft slightly larger than the brush. It was waterproof and easy to wash. She assumed a real human penis couldn't be much thicker than that.

The handle wasn't very long and the end was flat with rounded edges. Even the small button on the side was a streamlined sealed rubber affair on the side. She figured if she wanted to slip it in deeper, she could hold onto the brush part like a handle. Her only concern was the blunt end, thicker than the rounded brush handle had been.

She breathed out deeply, blowing the air toward the ceiling above her bed. After slipping tortuous fingers inside her, as she found herself doing more and more recently, and some sucking and licking on her new second lover, she had managed to ease the blunt tip inside.

Not far, but enough to need to adjust to the stretched, filled feeling it brought. It was odd to sense her body relaxing around the invader while it continued to tense.

She slid it further in. She threw her head back with a whimper as the fullness increased. She concentrated on her breath. Her torment was reaching a peak, the unfamiliar pressure adding to the unbearability, but she suspected she might still need the magic button to set her off.

Candy resisted the urge to touch herself and instead changed her grip on the toothbrush to ease more in. A finger pressed the sealed rubber switch, forgotten on the side.

The motor encased in the handle was intended to send powerful "sonic vibrations" through the brush end to release plaque and tartar from the teeth. Starting that oscillating motor while it was a encased in a waterproof shaft inside Candy's tortured and teased body released her climax.

She hadn't expected the toothbrush to buzz to life. She didn't know she could climax without touching her clit. She had no idea a release could be still stronger, more overwhelming than what she had already experienced. Accidentally pressing that little button opened her mind.

"So that's what it's like to have a penis inside," the bright but naive girl thought. "To be...fucked by a cock."

She was wrong, of course. A week after she started spending her free time with her waterproof rechargeable new friend, the professor had grabbed her and tried his tongue probe. Shortly after that she had approached Mom about needing a tutor.

The very next day, she had kissed a boy in the garden. A really cute boy, even if he was still in high school and kind of a jock. He was a really good kisser, and the shaft she was now fondling through his pants made her plastic boyfriend seem like a joke.

The large head moved under her touch. It pulsed into her fingers, swelling larger for an instant, but also moved, migrating up Val's belly as his shaft lengthened more. She heard him groan, but only distantly, her attention completely focused on the expanding wet spot forming over his tip.

"Candace." Again, he called her that. It got her full attention. She had never seen him so intense. "Candace, do you really want me to teach you?"

She squealed, her hips rocking their answer. "Please, yes. Teach me everything. Sir."

"Very well. Today's lesson, as you reminded me, is the tongue. Stand up."

She looked disappointed, but climbed off her handsome stepbrother. Once Valentine regained his feet and adjusted his pants, he guided the young beauty to the large mirror. He stood close behind her, a hand on each bare shoulder. They both looked at the image they saw: straight blond hair above the simple yellow sundress, bare legs and white sneakers in front of the larger young man, his head visible looking over her, his wider shoulders and chest showing behind her.

"My god." He whispered. "You are so incredibly gorgeous."

Her gaze dropped, embarrassed, but she leaned back against him with a purr. She watched his head dip, saw him kiss her neck before he continued.

"If you want to call me 'sir' and have me teach you, fine. But you'll have to dress the part. "He kissed her neck again, sending a shiver down her spine. "My little schoolgirl."

She responded to that with a small "Ooo" sound and rubbed her little butt back against him.

"But today, you get your second lesson in uses of the tongue," he allowed his tongue to run under her ear. She gasped. "From your brother."

"Mmmm. I like that." She answered.

"The same brother who kissed you in the garden today, is going to show his sister how good a tongue can make her feel."

As they both watched in the mirror, his arms slipped around her from behind. His right slid across her flat belly and pulled her back against his cock, the bulk filing and pressing apart the small space between her cheeks. His left hand ran along her ribs, across her midsection, and boldly settled cupping her firm right breast through the soft stretchy fabric. Four eyes silently stared at the reflection of the hand.

Somehow, feeling and watching Valentine fondle her breast, not groping or squeezing, but holding it, moving almost imperceptibly as though merely beginning to become acquainted through the gentlest of explorations, was more intimate and frightening to her than seeing and feeling his oversize dick.

"That's not your tongue."

"It will be." She shuddered. She honestly had not thought specifically about where the tongue was going.

"For today there are two main areas we'll be covering." He squeezed gently, feeling the firm resistance to his fingers that he had hoped for. His thumb dragged across the equator of the perfect half globe and finally found the rise of her nipple through the pucker of the elastic fabric.

He circled the hardening bud with more pressure. Valentine had been tutored well by two more more experienced lovers. This was his first chance to help educate someone else, to be the teacher. An image of Candy in plaid skirt popped up, uninvited.

"Remember. Anywhere I use my tongue on you, especially if it's an area that feels good to you, you can use on me. Like here." Adding a finger to his thumb, he pressed them slightly together, hinting at pinching her little nipple.

"A man's nipples are just as sensitive as yours."

Candy managed to tear her eyes from the reflection of his hand on her. She leaned up to rub her cheek against him, tuck her face close under his jaw. She felt the slight roughness of an unshaven chin. Her voice was hoarse. "Can I...taste your nipples?"

"Not yet. Maybe tomorrow if you're good. Would you like me to taste yours?"

"Hell yes!" She arched back against him. She reached back with her hands, trying to reach around his hips enough to pull him tighter to her.

Val left her nipple and ran his hand up onto her skin above the dress. The hand on her belly released her. He brought it up to her thin shoulder strap and guided it down over her arm. The top stretched to allow his hand inside and over her breast as he eased the material down. He cupped her exposed pale breast, the small darker nipple distinct and framed by the bandeau tan line from the small bathing suit she generally wore.

"So beautiful," he whispered.

"So small," she replied.

"So perfect." He eased his hand from under her, turned her by her slim shoulders until she was sideways to the mirror. He stepped in front of her.

Leaning down, he paused with his lips hovering over her bare nipple. He knew he had to go slow, much slower than in his introductions. Candy's head was turned to watch him in the mirror, to see the silhouette of his lips part and the soft center of his tongue contact the very tip of her raised nub before sliding caressingly over it.

Her knees buckled. Only a little, and she caught herself easily. But no touch of her nipples had ever done that before.

Val stood and looked down at her. "Are you okay?"

She bit her lower lip and nodded. "Oh yeah. More than okay. You make me feel really good, bro."

"There's more to come." She smiled at the look on his face as he realized what he'd said.

"Yeah. I heard something about two main areas. What's the other one, huh?" She had a pretty good idea, even if being proven right made her a little nervous.

"You're jumping ahead, little sister, but I'll show you the second part of the lesson. Then you have to concentrate on the first part. Remember, pay attention in case you find yourself in a position to return the favor."

"Like Aunt Mar?" She was blatantly teasing him, but he played it straight.

"No. That's an advanced technique. Graduate level stuff." As he spoke he turned her again to face the mirror, holding her from behind. She leaned back against him, molding as much as she could to his shape. He cupped both firm young tits, one still covered.

"So this is the first target area for the tongue we are covering today. Assuming the student is able to absorb the material, we may have time for the second main area."

Valentine placed his hands on the slim swell of her hips, grasping the dress's skirt on either side. He didn't dare breath. He was about to expose a treasure and he feared one wrong move might spoil it.