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Belle announced her first orgasm when her fingers combed through my hair and suddenly yanked none too gently. I had often wondered if Holly overstated my cunnilingus abilities, buttering me up or otherwise attempting to boost my confidence so that I'd fuck her that much better afterwards. But if Belle's reactions to my oral attentions were sincere, I was two-for-two on the pussy-eating front.

I never asked Belle to teach me. I assumed she knew as little about eating a girl out as I did, even if she had her own box to play with. I pretty much just did the same thing I'd done to Holly, which was to read my lover's reactions and act accordingly.

Flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again definitely got her going, but just as with Holly, after a while the technique became predictable and I had to change it up. I switched to more of a sucking motion for a while, and then a few minutes later I flatted my tongue and sort of grinded it down against that little nub. And a few minutes after that, I pointed my tongue so I could swirl it around and around the circumference of Belle's clit.

"Ohmigawd, Matty..." she moaned every so often. "How are you doing this to me?"

"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?"

"The kind of boy who committed himself to the BTC, all of whom swore they'd never have sex with me!"

"We never swore any such thing!"

"Wait, really?"

"MATTY!"

"Okay, okay, getting sidetracked." I held up my hands and waved them defensively. "But seriously, Belle. We can't. Not like this."

"Not like what? In your room? On your bed?"

"No, not that. I... I just can't." I rubbed my forehead and winced.

Belle knew the look. By now, she knew it well. It was the look that told her I was locked up because I still thought of her like a little sister, and she held up her index finger and waggled it at me. "Oh, no. Oh, NO. Do NOT tell me we can't have sex because you see me as your little sister."

I blushed pink, averted my eyes, and shrugged. "Fine, I won't tell you."

"Fucking A, Matty! Am I not beautiful?"

"Of course you are."

"Am I not fuckable?"

"Of course you are."

"Do you not stare at this naked body and think of how amazing it would feel to bury that big gorgeous cock of yours all the way up my virgin pussy?"

"Of COURSE I do!" I gazed down at her puffy pink slice of heaven, with glistening rivulets of girlcum trailing down her crack. "But... but..."

"Don't you DARE fucking say it!"

"I'm not saying it! I'm not saying it!"

"WHY are we still talking about this?!?" Belle screamed at the ceiling, not quite loud enough for her dad to hear next door, but pretty loud. "I want to. You want to. Why is that not good enough?!?"

"I don't know!"

Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Belle turned and flopped off my bed like a fish on the deck trying to get back to the water. Eventually she managed to get to her feet and started hunting around for her clothes.

"Belle... I'm sorry..." I whimpered. "I love you. I wish I could get over this block, I really do."

The L-word caught her attention, and she immediately froze. Blinking fast, she looked over at me and arched an eyebrow. "Do you? Do you really love me?"

My mind racing, I could scarcely hold three thoughts together. But I knew the answer with absolute crystal clarity, so I stated quite seriously, "Yes. I love you. I always have."

Belle's eyes narrowed, and she stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sighing and shaking her head. "But you love me as a little sister, right?"

I shrugged helplessly. "You told me not to say the s-word."

Shaking her head even more vigorously, Belle focused on hopping back into her panties and pants, and then re-clasped her bra around her back, and finally shrugged into her sweater. I had never taken my clothes off in the first place, so I simply sat in the desk chair watching her get dressed without an ounce of arousal.

Once completely clothed, Belle turned to face me and crossed her arms over her chest. Her jaw was set, and her pale green eyes NOW blazed like some kind of evil robot. Even though I was quite literally a foot taller than her, she loomed tall and intimidating over me at this moment. And after pursing her lips and tapping her toe, she finally exhaled and said, "You seemed to be able to get over your mental block both when you were going down on me and I was going down on you. You were even able to get over it when we were just kissing. It seems to me the only time this mental block is able to actually stop you is when you have time to actually think about it. Otherwise, if we can just get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it, we can do just that: get straight to the action before you have time to really think about it."

I blinked twice, processing all that for a moment. "Uh, yeah. That's actually exactly what I was thinking right before you asked me to come up and fuck you."

She pursed her lips again and sighed. "So I sealed my fate when I stopped to tell you I wanted you to come up and fuck me."

I blinked again. "Uh, something like that."

"So the solution would seem to be that I should just mount myself on you when you're not really expecting it. Like... start a blowjob, make sure you're lying down flat, and then just climb into your lap and impale myself. Sound about right?"

My throat tightened, and I suddenly had trouble swallowing. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

She waved me off dismissively. "Doesn't matter right now. First things first: I need to get on the pill, then finish my period, and that'll take like three weeks. Otherwise if I take the time to try and roll a condom onto you, you're liable to go into vapor lock and start whimpering about how you're molesting me or some such bullshit."

I grimaced. "I'm sorry."

She waved me off again. "Don't be. It is what it is. I love that you care that much about me, let's leave it at that. If I think about the rest of it too much I'll just get more annoyed."

"Um, sure."