Jenny Mortimer – Girls, and their wild side! Part 3

Three friends share their darkest secrets. One recounts surrendering to forbidden family desires at fifteen, a moment of shocking taboo that changed her forever

Once they settled down again, it was time for the last story.
“And what have you for us tonight?” asked Allie of Jenny. Jenny had her stories. Allie had hear many. She was hoping for something she had shared yet.
“Okay, I have one – also my first time.” Jenny made sure she had their attention. “And it wasn’t Carlos, the Spanish student, as some of you think.” She curled back in her armchair.

My brother was 17, and had been into Tanya, a girl next door situation. She was good looking. The normal, well developing neighbour’s daughter. And she liked him.
I got in from being out at Sandra’s house studying. I heard him, his through our paper-thin walls. He sounded frustrated, and talking to someone. Probably his mate Chad.
Then I realized dad had confiscated his phone because of a fight he got into a school. Who’s he talking to. I was in a very nosy mood. Putting my ear to wall to try and pick up on a voice. Nothing.
So, I went knocking.
“What?” called my brother. From the sound in his voice he was hiding something.
But I also determined he wouldn’t be naked. Like that would have bothered me. So, I stormed in.
“Jenny – what the fuck?” I tried not to smile at his reaction. But he was alone. Sitting at his computer – doing homework. This surprised me, I expected porn or something that my parents would freak at.
“Sorry, I thought I heard Chad, and needed to ask him something…” I was lying, and he knew it. “Are you okay?” I did see some stress on his face.
“Chad? Try someone I’d believe you’d want to talk.” he smiled at me, he wasn’t mad. But it was clear he wanted me to go. Whatever was bothering him, he wasn’t sure he could share.
“Bro… tell me.” I stepped into his room and closed the door after me. His expression made me giggle, he was annoyed at my presumption.
“No! Your my sister.” he stated. So, his thoughts were girl related.
“Tanya?” I took a guess. His look answered my question. “What’s up?” I pressed.
“We were sitting on the benches behind gym. A bunch of us hanging out… As time passed everyone left, to catch their bus or their ride had arrived.” he paused, looking around his room, “Then we were alone, and I could see it in her smile… And those beautiful eyes.” he swallowed hard.
“She wanted you to kiss her.” I added. I could read the play.
“Yes, and I froze.” I saw the pain in Frank’s eyes. And he was worried that his hesitation would lose his chance.
“Is this your first kiss?” I already knew the answer but wanted to be sure. Then I saw it, that look in his eyes. “It was.” I said, not sibling jibe, just a statement of fact. I stepped up to him.
“Come here.” I order him, as I sat on his bed. He came over and sat.
“When you see the look in a girl’s eyes, it’s always a gamble, but it’s action – not thought!” And before Frank could say anything I reached over and took his jaw and kissed my brother. As we kissed I wrapped my arms around him. I slipped my tongue out, pressing against his lips. He surrendered. Our tongues fought one another.
Minutes went by. We stopped. And I lost myself in giggles.
“Your look is priceless – but that is what you do next time you see the look in her eyes… Don’t second guess yourself.” he was breathless from the kiss. His mind was doing back flips.
“That was incredible sis!” and it was at that moment I felt it, more than saw, he wanted more. His eyes roamed me.
This started to make me wet. The hunger in his eyes was sending shivers up and down my spine. Then he surprised me.
He reached over, so fast, and took me in his arms as his lips locked around mine. Then the pressure, of his tongue, as it invaded my mouth. I got lost in the moment. I was loving it.
I was so horny from it.
That’s when I stopped it. As I gently pushed him off.
“Now, you’re getting it…” my eyes scanned the hard-on that he was declaring. “But, we need to stop before we need to feed something we shouldn’t.” I smiled, as I saw the struggle in his eyes.
“Thanks sis – I think I got the point.” he said without thinking. And we both broke into a fit of laughter. I left his room and curled up in a corner in mine. I was gagging for attention. My pussy was quivering. I had never thought of my brother that way, especially that impressive cock that was trying to make an appearance after we kissed.
I was still a virgin. No cock so far. But I was an avid masturbator, and I’d enjoyed some light groping. Plus some touchy girl fun. But the time had come, I wanted, no, I needed to fuck someone. I wasn’t fifteen yet, but my mind was passed that age. And my body wanted to be there too.
Well, a week later Frank and Tanya were dating. And it was clear, to our parents annoyance, that the two were suspiciously touchy. Frank denied it of course.
Then on the weekend dad told us that David, one of our cousins was coming to stay for a week. He would be going to college near us and needed somewhere to stay while he sorted out his accommodation for the coming term.
David was cool, handsome, fucking tall, and worked out. But he wasn’t a jock. He was computer nerd who came off as one of the cool kids. From his sisters their were all sorts of rumours about his few conquests.
And it had been a year since we last talked. I would lie if I said, he didn’t have an effect on me, or any other girl around him. He came off initially shy, but once he relaxed he was funny, engaging and smart. And he had dreamy blue eyes framed against raven black hair.
He would be bunking with my brother. They got on well. Frank looked up to him.
The week arrived and dad picked up David from the airport.
The house felt too full and too empty all at once. My sister Alice was staging an elaborate photoshoot with her new sunglasses, my little brother Bill was trying to build a pillow fort in the living room, and my brother Frank was complaining about the Wi-Fi. I was just trying to disappear into the background, a skill I had perfected over the years. The plan was for a big, choreographed welcome when Dad got back from the airport with David.
When the familiar crunch of tires on the gravel finally cut through the noise, a strange hush fell over the room. Mom wiped her hands on her apron. Alice put down her phone. Even Bill paused his construction.
Dad came in first, a wide grin on his face. “Look who I found!”
And then David stepped in behind him, ducking slightly to clear the doorway.
He was fucking tall, a head taller than my dad, with the kind of broad shoulders that made his plain black t-shirt look like it was custom-tailored. His raven-black hair was slightly messy from the car ride, and when he scanned the room, his gaze landed on me for a fraction of a second before moving on. Those dreamy blue eyes. He had the build of a star athlete but the quiet, observant energy of the computer nerd his sisters complained about. It was a lethal combination. The rumors about his “conquests” suddenly felt less like high school gossip and more like documented fact.
He came off as shy at first, a small, hesitant smile as Mom enveloped him in a hug. But as the evening wore on, the smell of pizza and family chatter loosening him up, he became someone else. He was funny, telling a story about a mishap with his luggage, and so smart it was intimidating as he debated some movie detail with Frank. Every time he laughed, I felt a stupid, fluttery feeling in my chest. I knew he had this effect on every girl, but tonight, in this house, I was the only one who wished he didn’t.
Later, after the pizza was gone and the adults were safely on the porch with their wine, Frank led David upstairs to his room. I found myself lingering at the bottom of the steps, pretending to organize a stack of magazines on a side table, my ears straining to hear their muffled voices.
“So, man, you and Sarah still together?” Frank asked, his voice carrying through the wood.
“Nah, ended it last month,” David’s voice replied, calm and easy. “Too much drama. Thinking of taking it easy for a while. You been seeing anyone?”
“Yes, just started.”
I heard the sharp, definitive slap of a high-five. “That’s my man,” David said with a low chuckle. “Gotta enjoy the summer.”
There was a pause, the silence stretching. I held my own breath, my entire being focused on the floorboards above me.
“You know,” David said, his voice dropping slightly, becoming more thoughtful. “You should keep an eye on Jenny.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I flattened myself against the table, my knuckles white.
Frank snorted. “Jenny? Please. She’s my little sister. She just reads all the time.”
“I’m serious, man,” David insisted, his tone losing its playful edge. “She’s fifteen, but she doesn’t look it. She’s… growing up. She looks older. And dangerous. Some guys might get the wrong idea.”
A hot flush crept up my neck. Dangerous?
“Dude, what the hell?” Frank’s voice was suddenly sharp, protective. “Don’t be weird. That’s my sister you’re talking about.” There was silence
I felt, that might be a tiny, almost imperceptible crack in his armor. I couldn’t help myself, was he thinking about that evening, our shared looks at the table.
The air went cold. I could almost feel David’s retreat through the floorboards, but he didn’t back down. I got close the boy’s room. And listened carefully.
“Right. Yeah, sorry, man,” David backpedaled quickly, though his gaze lingered on Frank. “My bad. Just looking out, you know? Forget it.”
Frank let out a short, sharp breath, a sound that was meant to be a laugh but wasn't. “Yeah, well, you don’t have to,” he said, his voice still tight. “She’s not like that. She’s… just Jenny. She’s still a kid.”
The lie hung in the air between them, heavy and obvious. I knew what Frank was really saying: She’s my kid sister to worry about. Not yours. And in that moment, standing alone on the stairs, I understood that our secret, the one I’d created to help him, was now a wall. A wall he was building to keep David, and everyone else, out.
And maybe to keep himself in.
For a few days, I did purposefully keep a discreet distance from David. After my kiss with Frank, something fundamental had shifted inside me. It felt like the guardrails, the natural societal barriers that dictated how a girl should feel and react, had been simply… switched off in my head. The instinct to look away when Frank, fresh from the shower, walked from his room to the bathroom with just a towel around his waist—that was gone. And that kiss, being brutally honest with myself, wasn't the only thing I had suddenly wanted to take from him.
So, seeing David now—larger, definitely hotter, the epitome of a tall, dark drink of soul-refreshment—was a constant, low-grade fever. My panties were perpetually damp, a slick, shameful reminder of the traitorous throb between my legs.
I was sitting on my bed, the screen of my tablet a blue glow in the dimming light, when a soft rap sounded on my door.
“Come in,” I called, assuming it was Mom, ready to nag me about the laundry I hadn’t folded.
But when the door opened, it wasn't Mom. It was him. My heart did a painful little lurch against my ribs, and my pussy gave a deep, clenching pulse of hello.
“Can I come in?” he asked, hovering halfway in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the hall light.
I was lost in those blue eyes. “You’re always welcome…” The words escaped me, breathless and too eager. Tremors, light and electric, ran along my nerves.
“Thank you,” he said, slipping inside and closing the door with a soft, definitive click. The sound echoed in the sudden quiet of my room.
“…My room,” I heard myself say as an afterthought, as if my brain had been buffering.
“What’s up?” I tried to shake my head free of the lustful fog, to sound normal.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, his gaze finding the chair at my desk. He pulled it out and sat, his long legs folded in the small space. “And I’m leaving in a couple of days. Have I offended you?” His voice was low, and I realized with a jolt that he wasn’t accusing me; he was hurt.
I sat up straighter, my mind racing. The truth, or some girly-bullshit? Our eyes locked, and his just… melted me. The truth it was.
“There was a kiss, recently,” I began, ducking my head so my hair fell over my face. “It changed something in me. And it’s caused… reactions... When you’re around…” I trailed off, sure I sounded like an idiot.
He scooted the chair closer to the bed, the wheels making a soft sound on the rug. Before I knew it, he’d taken my hands in his. His grip was warm, firm, and sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“That change is a slow road to becoming a young woman,” he said, his voice gentle. “We all step on it, usually when we’re not expecting it.” his paused let the words settle, “Please don’t let us.. be strangers.”
I raised my head, my eyes falling back into his stare. That smile made my heart do a little flip.
“Are you angry at me?” I asked. My senses were on overload, his scent—clean soap and something uniquely him—filling my head. I couldn’t read him. Desire was a frantic, banging beat against the door of my will.
“No, not in the least,” he said, his gaze drifting down my body, making my skin tingle. “I’m flattered, actually. It’s completely natural to notice those you’re attracted to. You’re just becoming aware of what that is. And it’s probably setting your body on fire.” He paused. I felt like I was swallowing a golf ball as I gulped.
He chuckled, a low, warm sound that made me chuckle with him. “Trust me, I know all about the… inconvenient… reaction,” he said, stopping himself. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face.
“You can say it,” I said, feeling bold. “My girlfriends and I talk about them all the time. Especially the surprise ones. The funniest part is the boys and their reactions.”
“The unwanted boner,” he said with a small laugh, “which reduces one from ‘cool’ to ‘dork mode’ in 0.2 seconds.” His laugh was infectious.
He looked around my room, a little lost, as if he wasn’t sure what to do next. Then, just as I presumed he was about to stand and leave, I acted. I reached out and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He reciprocated instantly, his arms circling my back. It was short, but it felt like it cleared the last of the awkwardness between us.
He stood to leave.
“You know…” he paused as I spoke, looking back at me from the doorway, “you are always welcome…”
What the hell was I saying? What was I inviting? But this time, I was horny, and that was what was talking for me.

The next day and a half was a blur of stolen moments. We spent time together, sometimes alone, sometimes with the others, just catching up, re-establishing the easy camaraderie we’d always had. But underneath it all was a new, potent current of awareness.
Then came the moment of chance, the one that shouldn’t have been.
Everyone was out. My parents were on a romantic overnight getaway—code for fucking without abandon, a thought that always made me smile. My younger siblings were at friends’ houses. And Frank was out late with Tanya. Go for it, bro.
David was out, too, but Dad said he’d be back around nine. So, I had the house to myself. I loved it. I loved being able to walk from room to bathroom naked, the air a soft caress on my skin. I arranged my things and headed for a long, soothing shower.
The water was a hot cascade, sluicing down my body and turning the glass of the shower door into a shifting, opaque curtain. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the spray pound against my face and shoulders. I ran my hands over my slick skin, down my stomach, and couldn't help but cup my breasts. They were still new, still a source of quiet pride, a recent development that filled me with a secret, thrilling power. They weren't big, not yet, but they were perfectly round and sensitive, and in the steam, my nipples were tight, aching points that begged for attention. Just the brush of my own thumbs sent a jolt straight down to my clit, a deep, insistent throb that made my legs feel weak. My skin wasn't just craving touch; it was starving for it. I was definitely going to get lost in porn on my tablet and masturbate until my hand or my pussy was sore, a desperate attempt to quench the fire that Frank and David had started inside me.
Then I sensed it. A shift in the air. I turned, and through the steam, I saw his silhouette as the shower door slid open. David. He stepped inside, naked, a beautiful specimen of a teenager, his smile increasing the flow of my juices instantly. But his hard, standing penis stole my eyes, stole my breath, stole every coherent thought.
Fuck me. Just what my fifteen-year-old pussy was screaming for.
“Am I welcome?” he asked, a deliciously wicked smile playing on his lips.
I turned completely to face him. And in that moment, I knew what Frank must have felt when Tanya wanted him to kiss her. But I forced myself through it, stepping up to him until my nipples brushed his chest.
“Always,” I whispered, now on autopilot, as I reached for his cock. It was hot, impossibly thick, and alive in my hand. I stroked the beautiful nineteen-year-old piece of manhood, and I could feel an orgasm building just from holding my third cock, but by far the biggest, now naked and wet in my shower.
He bent, and our lips locked. It wasn't a tentative kiss; it was a full-scale invasion. Tongues battled, arms went around one another, pulling us flush.
“What do you want?” he rasped against my mouth.
The request made my nipples harder, my pussy quiver. “Lift me into your arms,” I commanded, my own arms going around his neck.
As he straightened, lifting me with an easy strength, my legs wrapped around his waist. Using his hold, I hoisted myself up a little, then reached down between us and grabbed the tip of his cock, lining it up with my slick entrance. I lowered myself onto it, slow and deliberate.
“OOOOohhhh. Fuckkk, that hurts!” then I screamed as he impaled me, tearing through my hymen. I locked my arms around his body, burying my face in his neck, breathing through the sharp, searing pain.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t…” he stammered, his body rigid with shock.
“Stop,” I gasped, my voice strained. “I wanted it to be you. Since last summer… I thought it was wrong, but I don’t care now.” I was struggling to catch my breath. This felt so right.
For David, my words brought a sudden, shocking image to mind: the kiss I’d mentioned. I believe he got it, it had been with Frank. The thought was so transgressive, so forbidden, it made his penis tremble deep inside me. He heard my breath hitch, and he knew I was ready.
He levered his hips, pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. Stopping, buried to the hilt in his fifteen-year-old cousin’s pussy and it drive him crazy, especially with how much I clearly wanted this moment.
My back rested against the cool tiles, my legs interlocked around his waist. I lifted myself to meet his strokes, and he drove in and out of my dripping pussy. Every long, deliberate stroke ignited a fire in me. One orgasm after another passed through my vaginal walls in rolling waves. And I could feel him approaching his own peak.
“I’m safe,” I panted. “Stay inside… I want to feel your orgasm.”
I heard his sigh, a sound of pure release, and then my vagina was being pressure-washed by his cum, one hot, thick shot after another, triggering tiny, fluttering micro-orgasms deep inside me. Our lips locked, tongues fighting a slow, lazy war. I was a woman now. And there was no turning back. I wanted more.
I released my hold, and he lowered me to my feet. He looked deep into my eyes as I opened them. We kissed again, a slow, deep kiss of satisfaction.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his palm rubbing my jaw. The shower, still on, was a beautiful, warm waterfall washing over both of us.
“I could fuck you all night,” he whispered.
“Oh, we have time to figure out the next performance,” I said, a sly smile on my face as I found his semi-deflated cock. “But not in here. My room.”

We toweled off quickly, our hands constantly on each other, and practically ran to my room, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood floor. The moment we were inside, I pushed him gently back against the closed door. He was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling, his beautiful cock resting against his thigh, momentarily spent.
But I wasn't done with it yet.
I dropped to my knees on the soft rug, the water still beading on my skin. I looked up at him, a wicked promise in my eyes, before leaning in. I didn't take him in my mouth right away. Instead, I just toyed with him. I traced the thick, sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft with the tip of my tongue, feeling him twitch against my lips. I gently sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, my hand stroking his slowly hardening length. It was a slow, deliberate resurrection. Within moments, he was hard again, a magnificent, rigid pillar of flesh ready for more.
Satisfied, I rose to my feet and crawled onto the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees, presenting myself to him.
“Like this,” I demanded, looking back over my shoulder at him. “Take me hard.”
He didn't hesitate. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and slammed into me from behind. The angle was intense, a raw, primal possession. He fucked me with deep, powerful strokes that pushed my face into the pillows, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. The bed creaked in rhythm with our bodies, the sound filling the quiet house. I came again, a screaming, shuddering orgasm that left me boneless.
After, as we rested, and time was beginning to run out. Frank would arrive home at any moment. I wanted to taste David. I wanted to drain him one last time. I turned over and pulled him down onto the bed with me, taking his slick, hard cock in my mouth. I tasted myself on him, a musky, intimate flavor. I sucked him hard, taking him deeper and deeper, until my nose was pressed against his pubic bone. I deep-throated him, my throat constricting around the head, my hand massaging his balls. He couldn't last. With a strangled cry, he grabbed my hair and exploded, pumping his final load directly down my willing throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him until he was completely spent.

Jenny took a slow sip of her wine. The rich, dark liquid burned pleasantly on her tongue — a stark, civilized contrast to the raw, feral memory she’d just laid bare. The room was heavy. Not just with silence, but with weight. The air clung to them, thick with the scent of vanilla candles, spilled wine, and something deeper — the musk of arousal, the electric hum of unspoken thoughts, the shared, guilty thrill of confession.