M Kress - Sister_s secret craving

The girl had black hair and deep brown eyes. Her tits were still developing, but they were still respectable. She had a sweet, innocent face, and her lips were slightly thin, but looked inviting. Her nose was straight, and she had a heart-shaped face. She was wearing a light-green short-sleeved jumpsuit. She had a lonely look to her eyes, and she seemed troubled about something.

She was too young for the few older boys who walked by her table, and she didn't know any of the other girls, and they always sat amongst themselves. Jimmy thought for an instant, since he usually sat by himself too, and felt his heart racing as he contemplated his next move. He got his food, and then got his little carton of milk at the end of the line. He put the silverware on his tray, and squared his shoulders. He had nothing to lose, and maybe a lot to gain.

He walked steadily toward her table, and stood by it for an instant. "Mind if I sit down?" he asked politely.

The girl looked up startled, her brown eyes filled with fear for an instant, but Jimmy's youthful appearance eased her mind. "No, I don't mind," she said in a rich, soft voice.

Jimmy sat down and began arranging his food. He looked over at her, for he had sat down just opposite her, and said, "My name's Jimmy Whitehall. You're new here, aren't you?"

The girl looked over at him and nodded. "I'm Wanda Simpson. My family just moved here. My father is going to be working at the plant. I guess you're wondering about my age."

"You look a lot younger, at first glance," he smiled.

She looked up at the remark, wondering what he meant, but she mentally shrugged. "You know, this is the first big city we've ever lived in. I'm kinda curious about it all."

"Big?" Jimmy asked. "Marketville isn't big. It's just about average size."

"Well, I'm from a small community out in Texas," Wanda smiled. She took a bite of food, exposing a row of perfect, white teeth. "Cypress City. It's about sixty miles southwest of San Antonio."

"I've never heard of it," Jimmy said. "But don't let the snobs in the school scare you. There are quite a number of really neat people here. Like me, for instance." Jimmy grinned, showing her it was a joke.

"You're a swimmer?" Wanda asked, batting her long lashes. Her soft, brown eyes gleamed.

"Yeah," Jimmy nodded. "The Coach thinks I've got a chance at the State title."

"That's exciting!" Wanda said. "And what with the Olympics coming up in a few years, you could win some medals there."

"That's a little too far in the future for me," Jimmy smiled. "I don't like to think that far ahead. I'm one of the distance swimmers, and to think of the amount of miles I'd have to swim in order to stay in shape for the Olympics is enough to turn my hair white."

"ATTENTION! ATTENTION!" blared a deep voice on the school public address system. "IT HAS JUST COME TO OUR ATTENTION THAT ROBERT FINDERSON, THE SWIMMING COACH, WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. FUNERAL SERVICES WILL BE HELD THIS SUNDAY."

Jimmy let the fork clatter back to his tray. Jeez! he thought. And I was fucking his wife last night! He felt funny about it, but then let the weight slide from his shoulders. He was too young to worry about such things. He turned back to Wanda. "He was my swimming coach," he said in a soft voice.

"That means you won't be going to the tournament?" Wanda asked, curious.

"Oh, no," Jimmy answered. "It just means that the assistant coach will be taking us there."

"And who is that?" Wanda asked, leaning slightly forward. The material of her jumpsuit stretched across her chest, outlining the fullness of her tits.

Jimmy kept his eyes downcast as he felt his cock spring to life. She had a pretty good set. "Oh, the assistant coach is really the track coach, Mr. Nealy."

"I think I met him this morning," Wanda said, leaning back. She had finished her lunch. "He's also the chemistry teacher, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Jimmy smiled. He looked down at his watch, and knew he had to be going. "Say, have you had a tour of the city yet?"

Wanda shook her head no.

"Well, why don't you come over to my place after swimming practice, and I'll show you around."

"Oh, that sounds nice," Wanda said. "My father told me to try to make friends."

Jimmy gave her directions to the Whitehall Mansion, and her eyes widened as she recognized the section of town he lived in. She said she'd be there around five o'clock in the afternoon. Jimmy gave another sly glance to her tits, got to his feet, and walked from the cafeteria.

If I play my cards right, I should be able to get into her pants real quick! Jimmy thought as he went to get his books for his next class.

Jimmy smiled pleasantly as Wanda laughed at his joke. He maneuvered the MGB GT Cindy had gotten him easily through the streets. It had been a fun afternoon, what with showing Wanda the sights and places of interest in Marketville. There wasn't really that much to see, but Wanda was impressed by the city. He whipped around the corner and headed toward the Whitehall Mansion.

Wanda's long, black hair whipped around her head as he had the window on her side open. The warm wind swirled around the interior of the car, and both young teenagers were happy to be alive. Wanda was still wearing her jumpsuit, but Jimmy could tell from the way it moved over her chest that she'd taken off her bra.

Jimmy pulled into the driveway of his home, using the remote control in his car to open the garage door. The door lifted slowly, and he pulled into the slot allowed for his car. Cindy always left her Porsche on the right side of the two-car garage, and since the MGB was a small car, there was plenty of room. He got out of the car, and went over to help Wanda out. Not that she really needed help, but it was the thing to do.

"Say, why don't you come up and listen to a few records before you go home?" Jimmy suggested. "That way, we don't have to worry about the maid snooping on us."

Wanda thought for a moment, and then added, "Sure. My father doesn't get home until real late."

Jimmy knew by now that Wanda's mother had died when she was young. He gently clasped her hand in his, and led the way up the stairs to his room. The giant bed was slightly impressive to her, and he smiled as she sat down upon its spongy surface.

"Got anything you'd like to hear?" he asked.

"No, not really," Wanda answered.

Jimmy flipped through his large record collection and selected several records. He put them on the turntable and started the amplifier going. The diamond needle settled down upon the first record and the music blared forth from the large speakers situated on Jimmy's walls.

Wanda grimaced a bit, and made a motion with her hand. Jimmy understood and turned the volume down. The music was a soft background now.

"How's that?" he asked as he came over and sat beside her.

Wanda looked at him with her soft, deer-like brown eyes and smiled. "Better, much better. I've got sensitive ears, and any loud noise puts me on edge."

"I didn't know," Jimmy said.

"Wait a minute." Wanda looked over at the record player. "Is he really saying that?"

Jimmy grinned. "Sure thing. It's Frank Zappa, one of the all-time great nut rock 'n' roll leaders. That's his famous 'Penguin in Bondage' song."

"Bizarre," Wanda laughed as the words came out of the speakers. She smiled as she turned back to Jimmy.

Jimmy suddenly leaned close to her and kissed her thin lips. She responded hesitantly. She was obviously inexperienced, and Jimmy's cock went to full erection at the thought of taking her cherry. The heavy, throbbing rhythms coming from the speakers seemed to match their heartbeats, and Jimmy gently took Wanda's body and crushed her torso to his chest. Her little nipples dug into his t-shirted chest, spearing out tautly and rubbing through the material of her jumpsuit. He kissed her harder, and slowly, carefully, thrust his tongue into her slightly open mouth. She gurgled a moan as his tongue invaded her oral cavern. She gingerly pushed against his tongue with her own, and they both concentrated upon their mouths.