“Right there, right there, ohmigawd, right there!" she whimpered a few times when I found a particular rhythm on a particular spot that just flat out worked for her.

And “Holy FUCK, Matty! Ohmi... GAWD! I'm gonna cum! You're making me cum! Matty's making me cum! OHHHWWWAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH! "

She did that one twice.

No two girls react the same, and I already knew my “routine" would not be nearly as consistent as my massage routine. But I definitely wanted to refine and fine-tune this particular routine, because I had so much fun making Belle both scream and cream that I knew I'd want to do it again.

And again and again and again. Maybe the best way to get over this

“she's my little sister" mental block was just to keep going down on each other and making out until she truly became a sexual being to me because it would just be too ridiculous for me to think otherwise. At least, that's what I had started to think by the time Belle squeaked and screamed her fourth orgasm, after which her Legs collapsed flat out to the sides, nearly doing a full split. And as she grunted and gasped for air, she started tugging at my hair while moaning, "Matty...

Matty... Come up here... Come up here...”

I sorta figured Belle could stand one more orgasm. After all, she hadn't rolled over into a fetal position on her side begging, “No more, no more." So rather than allow myself to be tugged upward, I tried to keep licking at her clit.

But she insisted on yanking and yanking and finally stopped, groaning,

"I need you to get up here and fuck me."

THAT made my eyes pop open wide.

“Umm, what?"

“Fuck me, Matty. I want it. I need it." She held both arms out to me, her hands gesturing urgently for me to come to her.

Annnd the mental block slammed back down. Having sex? With Belle? No way. Going down on her was one thing, but deflowering my Little

Annabelle? No fucking way. I would NOT be that kind of molester.

“I can't," I said dejectedly, pulling back and propping myself up on my elbows.

Her Legs closed in to either side of me, and she drummed her heels on the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Matty, it's me."

“That's the problem.”

“I want you. I need you. I need you deep INSIDE me." She started to prop herself up on her elbows, staring at me with an expression of unadulterated Lust. "I already told you Last night you could have my virginity."

I sat back on my heels and wiped my soaking wet chin with my forearm.

“And I'm incredibly honored that you'd entrust me with that, but... I mean... are you even protected?”

“You can use a condom.”

“I don't have a condom."

Belle sat up straight and looked agog at me.

“What kind of teenage boy doesn't have any condoms?"