Careful as he'd been, and with no discernible reaction from Beth, he was surprised when he heard her ask "Will it be okay, Jer? Do you think it'll be easy for me, like it was for Brit?"
Looking into his sister's face, Jeremy could see that her eyes were open and looking at him. She seemed to realize that she'd caught him off guard, and calmly explained "You weren't hurting me or anything, but I could still feel it when you started to put your finger in me. It kinda felt like you were pushing against something, but it was real faint. I figured that was my cherry, and you were trying to find out what it was like – whether it would be easy or not to get past it, I mean."
After lowering his head and giving her a kiss, Jeremy told her "I don't think we'll have any problems. It seemed pretty soft and thin, to me, so I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't hurt you at all", with a smile.
She smiled back at him before saying "I'd like that. But even if it was going to hurt, I still want to do this, and with you."
Jeremy lowered his head to kiss her again, then began gradually kissing her again and again, each time a little bit lower, until he was able to fasten his lips around one of her nipples again. Beth moaned softly as she lifted her body slightly in encouragement for him to continue – which he was more than happy to do.
After a bit, Jeremy figured that it wouldn't hurt any for him to help Beth have a couple of orgasms to get her relaxed (and wet inside; he was determined not to make the previous nights mistake again) enough to make deflowering her as easy as possible. With that in mind, he started applying a little more pressure to her clitoris as he teased and toyed with it; the greater stimulation easily increased Beth's pleasure and arousal. Having done all of it before, Jeremy didn't have any difficulty getting his sister moving closer and closer to orgasm. The way that she was starting to writhe beneath his hand and lips let him know when she was almost there, and he didn't hesitate to ease back on his efforts, knowing that it would help make her release stronger. A few minutes later, and her body froze for a second with the start of her climax. As the spasms of pleasure ran through her body, Jeremy further intensified them by sucking on her nipples as hard as he dared while applying a firm pressure as his fingertip circled around where her clitoris had disappeared under its hood. The volume and intensity of the moans and gasps coming from her told him that he was succeeding in making it better for her.
As Jeremy felt the movements of her body lessening as her climax tapered off, he softened and finally stopped his efforts, too. Moving to lay on his side next to her, Jeremy put an arm around her and gave her a gentle hug; when she opened her eyes and looked at him, he moved in to kiss her, too. He waited patiently as she got herself together again, and heard her tell him "Thank you, Jer. That felt really good. It always does, when you're with me."
After kissing her again, Jeremy answered "I can tell." She blushed faintly at hearing that, as he continued "And it makes me feel good, knowing that I can make you feel good."
The two of them were content to stay like that for several minutes while Beth got her breath (and strength) back. When she felt ready again, she took Jeremy's hand off her breast and used it to move his arm off of her. That done, she softly pushed on his chest, letting him know that she wanted him to roll over onto his back. When he had, she readily moved to lay on top of him, her legs outside of his, so that she could start kissing his face, just as he'd kissed hers earlier. Then, much like he'd done to her, she began kissing him lower and lower: neck and throat, then upper chest, and after sucking on his nipples for several seconds, moving even lower. The path she took with her lips was by no means straight; but the direction she was going made it clear as could be what her destination was. By the time she reached it, the ultimate target for her attentions was standing at half-staff – something that pleased her immensely before she got her hand wrapped around the shaft of Jeremy's penis, and her lips around the head.
Just as Jeremy had known how to intensify her orgasm, Beth knew how to get Jeremy's manhood to attention – and started doing it. It wasn't but a few minutes before she was only able to get about half his length between her lips; but since she was slowly massaging the other half with her hand, it was okay. As she continued to apply her considerable oral talents to Jeremy's cock, she couldn't help but be amazed by it: so soft on the outside, yet so hard underneath; and how hot it felt in her hand. She never failed to be impressed by how it could grow from a soft fleshy protrusion at his pelvis to something that was longer than both of her hands side-by-side and thick enough that she could barely get her hand around it – and all right in front of her, so she could watch the whole thing.
What Beth was doing with his dick felt pretty damn good to Jeremy; good enough, even, that he figured if he was going to fuck her any time that morning, he'd better find a way of distracting himself from blowing his load into her hungry mouth.
"Beth?" Jeremy asked, trying to get her attention. When she looked up at him (her mouth still full of his cock), Jeremy told her "I want to do you, too…"
Nodding her agreement (damn, having her tongue rubbing along that spot felt good!), Jeremy wasn't surprised when she decided to keep her lips wrapped around his dick. It took several seconds while she got herself turned around, so that he could guide her until she was laying almost on top of him, with a knee on each side of his head.
As usual, Jeremy couldn't help pausing to look at her for a few seconds: the smooth firm thighs that framed the dark vee of her mons, which was split by the visibly wet and slightly parted labia of her womanhood – and all of that supporting an ass that Jeremy simply felt needed to be duplicated in stone and put on display in a museum somewhere, so that everybody could see just how fine it was. And, as usual, it was the unique scent of aroused Bethany that finally drew his head up, and his tongue out so that he could run it between the thin, soft lips that guarded her treasure. And again, as usual, the taste of her oils made Jeremy think his taste buds must be doing happy little dances on his tongue.
It was when he felt Beth's tongue trying to wrap around the head of his dick that Jeremy remembered that he needed to distract himself from what her mouth felt like on him – and set about doing so with a will.
Jeremy (nor Beth, for that matter) had no idea how long the two of them stayed like that, pleasuring each other. Jeremy finally figured out that Beth actually wasn't trying to get him to fill her greedy and oh-so-warm mouth with his cum; but that wasn't until after he'd enjoyed the hell out of slowly bringing her to the first of a couple of climaxes. She'd been laying on him for a few minutes while she recovered from the second one when he heard her say "Jer? I… I'm ready, now. For you to fuck me, I mean."
Jeremy pulled his head back from where he'd been idly licking up any of her escaping juices, and stopped caressing the smooth mounds of her ass, before asking "You're sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. There's just one thing…"
"What's that?" he asked.
Beth told him "I know – I mean, I read – that it would be easiest for me if I was on top of you until, you know… But the way I've been thinking about us being together the first time… it's always with you on top of me, and that's how I want to…", her voice trailing off.
"If that's what you want, Beth, then it's fine with me. But what made you think it would make any difference to me?"
"I was just afraid that if I wasn't doing what would be easiest on me, then you might not want to – you know, so that you could be sure you didn't hurt me."