Dorsai - Eight is enough

He was starting to wonder if Brittany had decided to call the whole thing off when he heard a soft knock on his doorframe. When he turned, he saw her standing there, with Dawn behind her and holding a small bag in her hand. Getting up, Jeremy went over to where the two of them were standing, with Brit looking down at her feet. Once he was in front of them, Brittany told him "There's something I need to tell you, Jeremy."

He gently told her "Go ahead – I'm listening", and heard her say "I… I'm kinda scared about this. I really want to do it" – blushing furiously at the double entendre – "but I'm scared about it, too. I talked to Dawn about it, and she said that if I could tell you how I was feeling, that you'd understand. She also said that I didn't have to be afraid or nervous or anything – but I still am. I don't think you'll hurt me on purpose or anything, but I'm still afraid that it'll hurt, or that I'll do something wrong, or you'll be disappointed with me, or something."

Jeremy didn't need see the look that Dawn was giving him to know what to do. Kneeling down, he gently guided his younger sisters head up so that he could look into her eyes. Taking her hands in his, he held them softly as he solemnly told her "I do understand, Brit. Really, I do. No, I'd never do anything to hurt you if I could possibly help it. That means that I'm not going to let you do anything that might make me hurt you, either. Beth told me that you and her found out about a way for a girl to give a guy her virginity that would make it as easy as possible for her, and that's just exactly what we're going to do – when you're ready. And when you're ready, we'll do that as slow and easy as we have to so that you're comfortable. We aren't going to hurry about any of this, at all. I told Dawn that the only thing I want from all this is for you to be happy with how things turned out when we're done. You don't have to worry that you'll do anything wrong, either. I know that you've never done anything like this before, so you're going to have to learn how and what and all that – and that's fine with me. I can honestly promise you, right now, that I'm not going to be disappointed with you, either. You're my sister, and I love you, and I'm going to do the very best I can for you. And I know that you're going to do the very best you can for me, too – and because I already know that it's your best, I'm going to be happy with it. Yeah, you're nervous and scared right now. If you'll let me, I think that I can show you that you don't have to be either of those things. Would you let me do that?"

Brittany's curiosity finally won out over her nerves, and she gave her brother a tentative nod of her head. In response, Jeremy calmly stood up, reached behind her, and quietly lifted her up so that he was holding her in his arms, her feet off the floor. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, and felt him settle his arms a little lower on her back. With the two of them face-to-face, Jeremy moved his head close to hers and kissed her full on the lips – as softly and chastely as he could manage. When she was looking into his eyes again, he softly told her "I love you, Brittany. No matter what else, I love you, and I always will."

Between the kiss he'd given her, and the way he told her he loved her, Brittany knew that she didn't have to be afraid of her time with him, or nervous about what happened between them. She knew that Jeremy loved her – and that she loved him.

As Brit wrapped her arms around him and hugged him fiercely, Jeremy finally looked at Dawn – and saw that not only was she happy that he'd been able to help his younger sister, she was also touched by how he'd done it.

When Brittany finally released her hold on him, Jeremy calmly set her on her feet again before telling her "Whenever you're ready, let me know how you want us to start."

Unashamedly, Brittany told him "I'm ready now. I want us to get naked, and get on the bed."

Jeremy took her hand in his and gave it a kiss before leading the way over to the foot of his bed. Dawn followed the two of them, and as each started taking their clothes off, she reached into the bag she was carrying. By the time both of them were naked, she'd laid out the same towel she'd used when she'd given herself to Jeremy, and set a couple of hand towels where they could be easily retrieved by whoever was on the bed. With that done, she quietly moved to get herself seated in Jeremy's chair. When he looked over at her, she calmly informed him "Brit wants me here so I can help if she asks for it, but I'm not going to be naked or get involved until and unless she says that's what she wants. I'm just going to sit quietly, stay out of your way, and hope that you can forget I'm here."

Jeremy gave her a brief smile before Brittany took him by the hand and led the two of them onto the bed, getting them positioned on the towel Dawn had provided. Once there, Brit suddenly started to get nervous again – something that Jeremy short-circuited through the simple expedient of pulling her into a kiss.

It took a moment before she began kissing him back; when she did, her efforts to do so were indifferent, at best. But Jeremy figured that once things started moving, she'd settle down… and promptly did his best to get things going.

Over the next several minutes, he and Brittany continued to kiss each other; with each osculation, she seemed to get a little more involved in it until, finally, he felt her lips part so that her tongue could graze across his lips. He readily parted his lips so that his tongue could meet hers halfway; from there, both ranged back and forth from his mouth to hers and back again. When he felt her breathing begin to quicken a little, Jeremy gently set his hand on her hip and held it there for a few seconds before slowly moving it upwards until he could cup her breast. As he ran his thumb back and forth across her nipple, he felt her finally really relax in his arms. A bit later, she was willing to let him guide her to lay down on the bed; when she was comfortable, Jeremy stretched out next to her so that they could continue to kiss while his hand began wandering across her body.

He knew that she was surprised when he didn't immediately start playing with her tits, choosing instead to let his fingertips delight in the soft smoothness of her belly and sides and thighs. Only gradually did he let his touch get closer to, and finally settle on, her still-developing mammaries. Patiently and lovingly, he teased first one nipple to erectness before applying himself to doing the same for the other. Back and forth he went, until he had the dark pink tips of both breasts at full extension. When he was done, Brittany was perfectly willing to let their kisses end – she was beginning to pant, and needed her mouth open so that she could suck in more oxygen.

It wasn't a complete loss for her, however, since Jeremy moved his head down so that he could replace his hand with his mouth. Even as he was wrapping his lips around the nipple closest to him, his hand was slowly tracing an erratic (and erotic) path down his sisters body. With a greater range in his new position, Jeremy was able to extend his touch along the outside of Brittany's thigh – then across her leg just above the knee, and back up again along the inside. As his soft touch moved higher and higher, her legs started to move farther and farther apart; by the time he felt the soft down of her pubic thatch on the side of his hand, she'd opened herself to him completely. But Jeremy wasn't quite ready to take advantage of the opportunity she was presenting him. Instead, he carefully circled around the cleft of her sex in favor of running his fingertips through her soft and sparse bush.

Shifting his oral attentions to the mound of her other breast, Jeremy mapped out a similar journey on Brittany's other leg and with much the same finish. Then it was back to the first leg again for a slightly abbreviated voyage that ended with him tracing a path alongside her cleft before mirroring his actions on the other leg. Jeremy patiently guided his hand from one of his sisters legs to the other, and back again, each trip a trifle shorter than the one before, and ending with his hand caressing her mons marginally closer to the core of her sex.