“It’s nothing you won’t see when you’re older” Part 1

A shy teenage lad’s good deed sets him on the road to fun adventures with no less than three girls.

Note: I expect this to be a multi-part story so our “hero” will just be enjoying his first fumblings in this episode. There will be some secret shags later, if he plays his cards right.
I also expect that this story will end up on several unauthorised sites. They are so shameless that they’ll even publish this paragraph! For avoidance of doubt, I am posting on sexstories69.com and no where else.

Anyway, enough of that. Let’s give you what you came for….

Story:
Stacy has always been a part of my life. She was 5 years old when I was born and she’s my sister – well technically she’s my step sister, but we never knew her dad and we didn’t really care.

Five years is a big age gap when you’re growing up and Stacy always seemed much more older and wiser than me. She was pretty and popular, outgoing and confident.
I hadn’t inherited that set of genes. I was quiet, shy, reserved and (in my opinion) lacking in natural good looks.

Although I was interested in girls, as a species, and expected that I would find one to marry when I grew up, I was nervous around them. They always seemed to be in groups and I had no idea how to get one on her own to talk to. And what would I say anyway?
The whole “girl” thing was a bit scary.

You would have thought that having an older sister might help me to be comfortable around in female company, but unfortunately the opposite was true.
Stacy liked to tease.
My embarrassment amused her.

I think it started when I was about 7 and I went into the bathroom for a pee. I didn’t know she was having a shower. It was her fault but I apologised and made to leave – crossing my legs and holding it in.
But she was all, “Go if you need to. You don’t want to wet yourself and you can have a look too of you like. It’s nothing you won’t see when you’re older.”
Of course I had no idea what she was talking about, so l did my business, covered my eyes and shuffled out sheepishly.

It was a similar story whenever family came to stay overnight. I would have to share a bedroom with Stacy and our younger sister Donna. I would always turn away, or absent myself to the bathroom, when girls changed into their nightdresses, only for my big sister to tell me there was no need – “I would see it all when I was older!”

Eventually she got Donna to join in the teasing too. She was babysitting the two of us one night. Looking at a mail order catalogue with my little sis. They were checking out the ladies’ underwear section and giggling over which bras 12 year old Donna might choose for her newly sprouting breasts.

“What do you think Dan? Do you like this one, it’s got wire to keep them up.”

“Or this one? They call it a push-up bra. Shows off a girl’s tits for all of you horny boys.”

“Oh, yes.” They snickered. “I bet you like this one don’t you. Look. It’s see through!”

They pushed the catalogue under my nose. Of course, I wanted to look at the pictures of scantily clad ladies. I was a 14 year old boy after all.
I would have a good, hard look at them, but not while my sisters were there.

I turned away and received Stacy’s usual reprise. “Don’t be shy. It’s nothing you won’t see when you’re older.”

But, I didn’t.
Not until I met Faith.

———-

Faith was 13, two years below me at school. I had seen her around amongst one of the many girly cliques. I’d also noticed her occasionally with one or two of the boys from her year, but we had never spoken, never knowingly made eye contact. Why would we?

We met by accident. Well, because of an accident, actually.
Parts of our school were very old and were only designed for a few hundred kids. Now there are over a thousand of us so it gets quite crowded.
One Friday afternoon a bunch of the big lads were larking around on the stairs. Pushing and jostling and not even noticing the younger kids.
One of them bumped into Faith. She squealed and tumbled down three or four steps, landing at my feet.
The big boys scarpered, before they got into trouble.
Her friends fussed and panicked.
Most people froze, but I tried to help. She wasn’t much older than my little sister, after all, and I had learnt some 1st Aid with the Scouts.
(Yes, instead of joining a youth club, where there was a chance of meeting a pretty girl, I chose to spend my spare time in the Village Hall with a bunch of boys!)

Anyway, I took charge. I calmed her down and she told me her ankle hurt. I checked it out and, as I didn’t think it was broken, helped her to her feet.
She cried out.
She couldn’t walk on it.
Fortunately she wasn’t too big and I was able to pick her up and carry her towards the sick bay.
One of Faith’s friends ran ahead and brought the school nurse to meet us. It was a good job too. I wasn’t that strong and was about to give up carrying her – I would have looked like a right wimp!

And that was it.
The nurse took over.
I went to my last lesson of the day and thought no more about it.

So, it came as a surprise when a young girl came over to my lunchtable the following Monday.

“Er, hi. I just wanted to thank you for your help, on the stairs, the other day. Erm, my name’s Faith, by the way.”

I wasn’t used to strange girls talking to me but this one was pretty. I quickly remembered how soft her curvy body had felt in my arms, how sweet her hair had smelled… I had to make a move.
“Oh, there’s no need for thanks.” I tried to play it cool. “Why don’t you take a seat.” I motioned to my friend Ray to make room for her. “How’s your ankle?”

“Er, I’m Dan… Daniel, er Dan, by the way.” Damn, my cool was blown!

But it didn’t matter, we chatted like old friends. Instantly comfortable in each other’s company. We left the dining hall together and continued our conversation in the playing fields and we met again the next day and the next and the next.

I plucked up my courage to ask her on a date. I’d never done that before and although we were getting on so well I was soon became a “bag of nerves” once more.

“Er, listen. I’m er thinking of going to the park after school tomorrow if you, er wanted to er go too erm. With me. Maybe? If you like. Perhaps.”

She bit her lip. “I’ll have to ask Mum. I’ll let you know.” She went up on tiptoe and kissed my cheek.
Encouraging.
Then she ran away to join her friends.
They all giggled together and looked round at me, as they walked away.
Awkward?

But I might have a date.
I might have a date tomorrow!
What the hell was I supposed to do on a date?

————
Fortunately I knew somebody that could help. She was pretty and popular, confident and outgoing.
Stacy had been on lots of dates.

I went to her room that evening. I was as nervous and embarrassed as I had been when I’d asked Faith out, but I needed my big sister’s help, so l took a deep breath and said what I had to say.

“Erm, Stacy, you know how whenever we talk about, erm girl’s…. bodies, you say it’s nothing I won’t see when I’m older. Well er, I think I’m old enough now and I er need to see, if you know what I mean.”
My voice petered out with my confidence. I was sure I was going to be laughed at, yelled at or smacked around the head, but my big sister surprised me.

She sat quietly on the edge of her bed and invited me to join her.

“So, are you saying you’d like to see my tits?” she asked gently.

I nodded.

“Okay, but why now, all of a sudden?”

“Erm, I think I’ve got a date. Tomorrow. With a girl. And I’ve never been on one before. And I don’t know what to do. And I’ve never, you know, “seen” a girl like that before.”

I thought she’d tease me but she put her arm around me, tenderly.
“I understand. I’m sure I can help you with that. Tell me about the lucky girl.”

So, I told her about Faith, her age, her looks, the accident on the stairs, our lunchtime chats and the planned date at the park.

“She sounds lovely. Have you kissed her yet?” she asked.

“Well no, but she did kiss me on the cheek today, if that counts…”

“Okay,” she smiled patiently, “and have you… touched her yet. I guess you’ve at least patted her bum. I know you’re a “bum man”, you’re always patting Donna’s.”

I was shocked that she had noticed, but there was no point denying it. I giggled, “Well it is a lovely bum, isn’t it…. oh, erm not that yours isn’t…”

It was Stacy’s turn to giggle. “It’s okay. I don’t mind, but what about Faith?”

“No, I haven’t touched her bum, yet. There’s nothing up with it, but her… well her boobs are …”

“Nice big tits, yeah?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “I think so.”

“Well if you haven’t even kissed yet, then it’s a big step to expect her to get her tits out for you already.
You might be hoping for too much too soon. I think you need to be patient.
She’s going out with you because you’re the nice guy that rescued her when the big lads pushed her down the stairs. So you need to keep on being the “nice guy” that she wants. Ok?
It would be different if she’d seen you on the rugby pitch and decided she wanted to “jump your bones”. Then you could go for it, but she doesn’t want “a jock”, she wants a gentleman. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I know so!
Now just because she wants a gentleman it doesn’t mean she won’t want some fun. You wants to feel like a woman, beautiful and desirable. You can let her know that you fancy her. You just need to find out how far she wants to go.
Don’t make the mistake that lots of boys make and think that just because a girl’s got big tits she’s “going to be up for it”. That’s bollocks, okay! Fit girls can be just as straight laced as plain ones and vice versa.
You need to get to know what the girl wants, whatever she looks like.”

“Yes, thanks, but how?”

“Well, I’d suggest that you start with her bum. Just put your hand on it. Casually, like you would with Donna.
If she won’t let you do that, then she’s going to let you squeeze her tits, is she?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“But if she doesn’t mind then you can try to go a bit further.
Do you know how to kiss a girl?”

“Of course I do.” I said with undue confidence.

“Kiss me then. Go on. On the lips. Like I’m your girlfriend. ”

I gulped. This was an unexpected test. I puckered up and gave her a peck.

“That’s fine if you’re kissing mum, or gran, or auntie Mavis, but you should kiss your girlfriend like this.”

She put a hand on each side of my head and kissed me with an open mouth. I opened mine in response.
It all seemed a bit strange and silly, but if that was the way you had to do it, then fair enough.

Stacy let me practice on her for a while. I gradually got the hang of it and it started to feel a little less strange and a little more sexy.
Then she taught me to use my tongue. That was even stranger, but Stacy said I didn’t need to do that yet unless Faith did first.

“Okay, so you know how to kiss her, but you don’t want to stop at just kissing do you?”

“Not really, no.”

“Ok. Well let’s pretend I’m your girlfriend again.
Touch my boobs.
Go on.
Over my blouse.
It’s okay.”

The very thought gave me a massive hardon. She was really going to let me do this.
I stuck my hands out before me and grabbed both boobs. Squeezing them in a “honk-honk” fashion.

Stacy laughed. “Why do all you boys do that? You must think they’re musical or something.”

“I’m sorry. Did I do it wrong?”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. Look it feels nicer if you do it like this.”

She took hold of my hands, smoothing them gently over the full swell of her tits, before taking her hands away and encouraging me to grasp them more firmly and squeeze them once I thought she was ready.

They felt great – even through her clothes. Smooth, soft, but firm underneath.
I became aware of two stiff little peaks – one on each boob, poking up beneath my fingers. Stacy told me they were called nipples and they only got hard like that when they were having sexy fun.
I knew I must be doing something right.

She told me to take her tee shirt off.
It was the next step that I should try if I thought Faith was okay with me fondling her over her clothes. She said it was more exciting for the girl if the boy undressed her – something to do with him being masterful or summat.

I think I was a bit clumsy, but I managed it and my reward was amazing.
A view of Stacy’s beautiful grown up boobs in nothing but a lacy little snow white bra. I could tell that it was underwired like the ones in the mail order catalogue and I wasn’t surprised. I could see why she needed the support!
I was delighted at how much bare boobage was on show, spilling over the top. And the gaps in the lace gave me tantalising glimpses of even more skin!

I was awestruck.

She smiled, “Do you just want to look at them, or are you going to touch them?”

She was a brilliant sister, after all!.

She let me touch and stroke and squeeze without further instruction. Allowing me to feel my way and letting me know whenever I did something she particularly liked.
I liked it all.

I seemed to play with her tits for ages before she sat up and hugged me. “Well little brother, you are a fast learner. I don’t know how far Faith will want to go, but I know she won’t be disappointed.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you” just didn’t seem to be enough.

“Oh we haven’t finished yet have we?” Stacy had a tease in her voice.
“I thought you wanted to see my tits. I said you could…:

She unhooked her bra, held it out to one side and dropped it to the floor.
And there they were. Bare, naked, big, beautiful tits, on offer, for me to enjoy. Just like she’d always promised.

Like I said. She was a brilliant sister.

I couldn’t wait for my date. Girls were fun!

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