Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... He asked.

I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, actually. I was dreading having this conversation, so I'm glad you understand so well."

He nodded. "Look, I'm not stupid. As crazy as everything that's been happening is, I know we're limited in how far we can take things. And I'm fine with that, this is so much more than I could ever have dreamed or asked for, so I'm not going to complain. I'm okay keeping it to myself and enjoying what we have in private." He laughed a little bit. "But I will admit, whoever gets to wife you up is going to be a fucking lucky son of a bitch."

I socked him in the shoulder. "Shut up!" I did laugh though. "I'm so relieved that you understand and are on the same page, you have no idea." I finally dried my eyes and finished sniffling. "I love you. So much."

"I love you, too." He replied, chuckling softly. I knew we were repeating ourselves, but I couldn't help it.

Once we calmed and fell into a silence, I exhaled heavily and decided to take advantage and address the next item on the agenda. "So, do... you want me to be your first?" I asked, nervously rubbing my hands on my yoga pants, just in case they were sweaty.

He looked at me, studying my face as if waiting for me to admit I was just fucking with him. "I- uh... I wasn't sure if we were going to go that far, to be honest."

"I'm... I'd like to, if you're okay with that, if it's something you'd want with me--I don't know--If-If you're okay with losing your virginity to your sister, I ...

... mean." I felt like my skin was burning up I was so uncomfortable having this conversation.

"I'd rather it be with you than anyone else. I seriously can't think of anyone better... I've never wanted it more with anyone else. Are you serious?"

I looked at him with my head cocked. "After all that we've already done? After everything we were just saying? Of course I'm serious."

"Oh-.... wow..." He said, incredulously as if in a trance.

I laughed a little, but needed to stay serious for a little longer. "I just want you to be sure it's what you want, I don't want you to do something in the heat of the moment that you'll regret later. I don't want us to make a mistake, I don't want to lose you because of that."

"It's not JUST about ME, you know?" He jumped in, "I don't want you to do something with me that you'll regret or just because you think it'll make me happy. We don't have to do any of the things we've been doing if you don't want them as much as I have. But I DO want you. I want you to be my first. I don't want to lose you either, but I think as long as we both know what we want and don't want, as long as we're in sync, that won't happen, and so I'll have no regrets." He ran his hand through his hair as soon as he stopped talking, as if he couldn't stand keeping still and waiting for me to weigh in.

I just... felt so nervous but also warm and turned on and like I could have let him have me right there. But this had already been a lot to digest and process ...