Author's Notes:

Characters: Hot Head (age: 18), Amber Lily (age: 21) [click names for character bios]

Tags: Slice-of-Life, Romance, Human

Triggers: Fingering, Handjob, Blowjob, Creampie, Titfuck, First Time, Cowgirl, Fluff

It was a nice night, Amber thought, to go through a crap ton of bills. Despite her advancing in her nursing, and working to become a doctor, that still didn’t mean she could slack off on them. Not when she was responsible for two boys, and the Child Services were looking for any excuse to rip them apart. Sure, was it a bit reckless and ill advised to adopt two boys she grew up with in the same orphanage and become their legal guardian? Probably. Was it a tall order for her to constantly make sure that her friends, and at the same time, metaphorical sons, were provided for and taken care of? It got dicey from time to time, but Hot Head and Lucky Star were more or less capable of taking care of themselves, so it only helped. Despite all this, Amber was determined to keep their family together, no matter how hard she needed to work, and no matter how tedious.

Case in point, figuring out what bills to pay now, and what she could put off ‘til later; she couldn’t complain all that much, not when she was finally able to walk about her house in nothing but her underwear. She wore a lacy black bra that was enough to keep her girls nice and snug and held right, but the fabric was thin enough that her tan skin could be seen through it, even her nipples could be seen poking out from them. On her lower extremities she had on a black, equally thin and revealing pair of panties.

It always slightly annoyed her that Hot Head would constantly whine about her not having any clothes on, whereas Lucky was nonchalant about it. She admired the tall boy for his maturity on the matter, but Hot Head, there was no end to it. It finally just became a game for her just so she could have a bit of fun at the poor guy’s expense, trying to see just how far she could push the envelope with his reactions. Amber knew Hot Head was a gentleman, where he got that from she knew not, definitely wasn’t from her that’s for sure.

Still, you’d think a boy like Hot Head would appreciate the fact that he lives with a girl who’s not afraid to bare it all around the house. Okay, yeah, I get I’m like their big sister / mother figure, but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the view! Hell, if I did mind I would be fully clothed in pajamas or something! Jeez, does he know how many boys his age would kill to live in a house where a girl was practically guaranteed to walk about in the buff?!

Then again, that raised the question for her. Did Hot Head masturbate to her in secret? Amber put down the bills as this new line of thought entered her mind. It would explain why he was more embarrassed around her. Maybe he was afraid she’d find out. Afraid to admit that behind closed doors he would jerk his dick off to her half-naked and sometimes fully naked body.

Wouldn’t surprise me, he’s a teenage boy. What boy doesn’t whack it to some girl? Amber thought about that for a moment. Okay, other than the other kind. If that’s the case then he shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, not like I don’t enjoy the use of my fingers.

In a strange way it was a sort of compliment to Amber. She was hot enough that Hot Head considered her fap worthy, despite their closeness. No, maybe because of how close they were it was easier for him to do such things, she was the safe fantasy for him to indulge in. Amber sat back in her chair, her mind forgetting all about the bills and now totally focused on this perverted line of thinking.

Wonder what it looks like? I mean he works out a lot and does all that skateboarding, so he’s not lacking in the body department. I mean I did get a look at one time by accident, but still. And I guess he’s…cute, from a certain perspective. If you can get over that stubbornness of his, and that immature side as well, than yeah, he’d definitely be cuter. And that polite, gentlemanly way of his is endearing. Hmmm…wonder how he’d do me?

Suddenly Amber heard the front door open. She leaned to the side and saw that it was Lucky, breathing a sigh of relief that she didn’t have to change into something else, yet.

“Hey Lucky, welcome home,” said Amber.

“Hi Amber – whoa, you broke out the see throughy ones today.”

Amber backed the chair up and allowed Lucky to get a full view of her figure. “You like? I thought it wasn’t going feel all that good when I first bought it with Annie, but after wearing them that first time out it felt so relaxing so I decided to lounge around in ‘em.”

“Nice.”

Lucky went into fridge and started taking out some things to prepare food for the three of them.

“Lucky you don’t have to do that, I was going to fix dinner once I was through with these.”

“You just go ahead and do the bills, I’ll fix dinner. Not a crime if I do it once in a while.”

Amber smiled at the tall boy, sometimes she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have been able to keep them all together like this. As Amber started to get back to organizing the bills, a thought popped into her head.

“Hey Lucky, I got a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Does Hot Head jerk off to me?”

There was a sudden pause in the sound of Lucky’s movements. Amber glanced over her shoulder and noticed Lucky’s surprised face.

“Oooookaaayyyy…that was more out of the blue than usual, even for you. What brought this on?” Lucky asked.

“Nothing special, just wanted to know. I mean, I don’t expect you to know, just wondering if he mentioned it or something.”

“Ahem…well…I don’t doubt he doesn’t masturbate, but as far as to you…not really sure, although it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Now that caught Amber’s attention. “Why wouldn’t you be surprised if he did?”

Lucky thought about it for a moment, sighed and shrugged, apparently deciding to spill the beans. “Hot Head had a big crush on you when we were younger, back at the orphanage.”

Amber turned around fully and raised an eyebrow. “Hot Head, had a crush, on me?”

“Still might, not a hundred percent sure though, what with Whirlwind and all. Still, he did.”

“Is…Is that why he gets all flustered whenever I dress like this, because he had a crush on me?” Amber asked.

Now Lucky was the one thinking. “Actually, it might be part of the reason. Maybe his old feelings get roused up whenever he sees you like that, and he tries to hide the fact that he still might have a crush on you by getting ‘all flustered’ like you said. That or he just really feels embarrassed whenever you are like that.”

“And this doesn’t bother you? Why aren’t you flustered?”

“Like I said, your house, you do what you want. You do a lot for us already, why should we deny you a simple enough comfort like being who you are in your home, wearing what you want, or sometimes nothing at all.”

Amber smirked a bit. “Uh-huh, and the fact that you get to see me like this and are free to stare has nothing to do with it?”

Lucky rolled his eyes but grinned. “Hmmm, hard to say.”

“Well, if he did have a crush on me. Which I’m not saying is totally a bad thing…what would he see in me that was worth crushing on? Besides probably wanting to plow me.”

Lucky spluttered on that last one. “I…ahem…okay. If I had to put a word on it, I’d say it’s because he loves you.”

Amber’s cheeks flushed red. “I-I know he loves me, you both do.”

“True, but, it’s also because of that love. You took care us when were little, looked out for us, picked us up when we were down, kissed us when we were hurt or when we were sad. And, also, he’s really protective of you. He wants to see you happy and with someone that can make you that way.”

Amber placed her hand over her heart. Was that really how he felt about her? Amber will be the first to admit she was clueless when it came to love, she sought it from many, but in the end she knew exactly what they wanted from her. She also had an issue in trust, Amber just really couldn’t trust any of the guys she dated to stay committed to her, and in that sense, and she didn’t want to have to go through the pain of being let down, to have that trust and love thrown back in her face.

“Amber…?”

The tan skinned woman turned to Lucky, shaking her head to regain her composure. “I’m fine, really……Um, Lucky, I’m going to go to my room for a little bit.”

“Sure.”

Amber nodded to the purple haired boy and left the kitchen. She went upstairs and headed down the hallway to where her master bedroom was. When she entered, Amber closed the door behind her, leaning her back against it as she sighed heavily. She then sat at the edge of her bed, her mind abuzz with what Lucky said to her. Could it really be that Hot Head did love her like that? And if he did, could Amber even reciprocate that love? Was she even capable of that?

I’m not sure…

Amber laid back on the bed, splaying herself out as she thought on this. How bad would it be to have Hot Head as a boyfriend? It wasn’t like he was all that bad, he was nice guy to be around, and she knew right off the bat that he’d treat her right. Always be there for her. She started to think this through, being with Hot Head as they went to see a movie, eating dinner at a nice restaurant, kissing him on the lips besides his forehead, and waking up in the morning to see his face…

Waking up…to Hot Head…?

Amber felt her face heat up at the thought of waking up to the boy every morning. The goldenrod haired woman looked about the room, as if making sure she was really alone. With a bit of trepidation, Amber gulped and spread her legs. She then pressed the fingers of her right hand over her slit, watching her pussy lips part a bit through the see-through fabric. Amber began to rub herself gently, closing her eyes to get an image of Hot Head in her mind. During her times teasing the boy, she had stumbled upon him taking a shower and saw more than she’d thought she see of him.

Focusing on that image she rubbed harder. Amber was surprised when she felt her panties starting to get damp. She opened her eyes and saw that her fingers were a little slick, and that the fabric around her pussy was a darker shade. She quickly pulled them off until they dangled around her ankles. Amber went back to rubbing herself, only now she was making direct contact with her sex. She pressed her middle finger against her slit, dragging it up and down and making her udder a lusty moan.

Amber used her other hand to unhook her bra, the hook being in the front. Once released, her generous mounds dangled freely. She cupped her left breast and began massaging it, imagining that it was Hot Head playing with her tit. Her moans grew a little louder, her nethers releasing more of their juices with each stroke. Amber was starting to get worked up and so she scooted back on her bed, laying on her back. She got one of her legs out of the leg hole in her panties and left them to hang on her right ankle.

Amber spread her legs out more, planting her feet on the bed. Her middle finger was now completely soaked, along with the rest of her fingers. Amber used her index and ring fingers to spread her vulva, with a gasp she pushed her middle finger past her labia and into the wet and warm embrace of her love tunnel. The tanned woman moved her finger back and forth, steadily working her digit deeper inside.

She then started to knead her breast harder, squeezing it firmly and tweaking her now erect nipple. Amber brought her middle finger out, keeping the tip of it just teasingly near the entrance. Her ring finger joined Amber’s middle, and with one thrust plunged them both into her depths, causing her to moan loudly within her room. She pumped both fingers in and out of her wet hole, making lewd “shlicking” sounds with each stroke. Her left hand worked her breast harder, pinching her nipple as she huffed and gasped through every thrust.

Hot Head…

Her mind no longer saw the actions of her fingers, but rather, in their stead she imagined Hot Head, thrusting himself into her with rapid speed.

Hot Head…!

Amber felt a pressure build up in her lower abdomen, she couldn’t believe this was happening, she was masturbating to Hot Head, and it was getting her turned on.

Hot Head!

The tanned woman thrust into herself faster and faster, arching her back and pushing herself up with her feet. Her climax was so close, it was just about to hit.

“HOT HEAD! Aaaaaaahh~”

Amber buried her fingers to the knuckle deep in her vagina, the inner walls clenching around her digits as her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy released a small gush of her clear womanly fluids as Amber’s hips bucked against her fingers, trying to put them deeper inside. She played with her breast a little longer, adding to the bliss of the climax. Soon, her orgasm ended, and slowly lowered herself back down to the bed, panting heavily from the work out.

She removed her fingers with a shiver and brought up her right hand. Amber stared at the clear fluid that had coated her fingers and hand, still finding it hard to believe that she cummed that hard from thinking of Hot Head as she fingered herself. Did this mean that she felt the same way about him? Or was she just so horny that imagining any guy fucking her would’ve done the trick?

“Does he love me like that…?”

Hot Head rode his skateboard all the way back home, dodging various streetwalkers and performing a few tricks along the way. Whirlwind was in town today so he stopped by and trained with her bit. He sighed thinking about the frosty haired girl, mostly in depression. Whirlwind had told him that she and Prism Bolt were going to get back together, to try and “make it work”.

The rusty haired boy felt a bit irritated at that. Knowing what kind of jerk Prism was to her, but then again, he had noticed some changes in him that made him think otherwise. So maybe she would be happy with him. Hot Head still groaned on, he wanted to be the one to make Whirlwind happy, but that wouldn’t be the case anymore. If she was happy with the guy then that’s all that mattered.

“Now if only Amber can find a guy that’ll take care about her.”

Hot Head paused a moment. That was a random thought. Why would he be thinking of Amber’s love life? Then again, when didn’t he think about it? Hot Head had seen the way she acted at some parties, globbing herself onto practically half the guys at the parties. He never understood why she was like that, that and her general sense of modesty, or lack thereof. It worried him, especially when he saw the lecherous look in their eyes. No doubt imagining all kinds of perverted things they wanted to do to her.

Geez Amber, if you act like that and generally don’t give a fuck, they’re going to assume you’re loose or something stupid like that!

Hot Head knew that she was anything but that. Despite how she acted and dressed, Amber never brought any of those guys home to “do the do” and from what he and Lucky knew, she never went that far with any one of them. It was a relief to Hot Head that she had some sense not to let it go that far. Although sometimes he found himself worrying that one day Amber’s going to be with some guy who won’t take no for answer and force himself on her.

The thought of that happening to Amber infuriated Hot Head to no end, not knowing what he would do the person who’d hurt Amber like that! Thankfully though, none of that ever happened, and never will as long as he was around.

Hot Head saw their house coming up, he ground to a halt just before reaching the front door. He then jumped of the board, and kicked the lip, making it shoot up so he could catch it. Cradling the board under his left arm, Hot Head took out his key and unlocked the door, he cautiously stuck his head in, scanning the area. Hot Head knew that Amber had been home alone the whole day, and was no doubt either wearing underwear or nothing at all.

“Hey Amber, I’m home! So if you’re walking around like I think you are, then could you give me an idea of where exactly you are?”

“Amber’s in her room Hot Head, your safe.”

Hot Head heard Lucky’s voice, and deciding to take his surrogate brother’s word for it, entered the home and locked the door behind him. He placed his skateboard in the designated spot, along with his helmet and pads. The olive skinned boy entered the foyer, looking around before stopping to sniff the air.

“Mmm, smells good man, you cooking?” Hot Head asked.

“Yeah, Amber was going through the bills earlier so I thought I’d take care of the dinner situation,” said Lucky.

Hot Head entered the kitchen and saw the bills in question. “Yesh, that looks like a headache.”

“Probably why she went upstairs, to take a break.”

Hot Head shrugged and grabbed a can of cola from the fridge, he then sat in the chair across from where Amber sat. Lucky had a devious smirk on his face as he glanced over at his surrogate brother.

“Funny thing happened earlier,” said Lucky.

“Yeah, what?”

“Amber actually asked if you jack off to her.”

Hot Head spluttered his drink, spitting it all over the floor as he took in gasping breaths of air. After a minute to finally catch his breath, he turned to Lucky with an incredulous look.

“You’re so lying!” Hot Head accused.

“Not even.”

“Why in the blue hell would she ask you that?!”

Lucky shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe she’s just interested in your sexual development.”

“Oh dude, c’mon!”

“Hey I’m just telling you what she said.”

Hot Head’s face was a bright red as he held onto his can with a trembling hand. “Jeez, the woman really has no shame! Why the hell would you even ask that?!”

“Soooo…do you?”

Hot Head nearly choked again. “Really?!”

“Hot Head, it’s me. I’m not going to tell her if you don’t want me to.”

“Somehow I think you’d use this against me later.”

Lucky remained silent. Hot Head huffed and looked around to make sure that they were the only ones downstairs. The red eyes boy pulled his cap down over his face as he spoke.

“……Sometimes……”

“I knew it!” Lucky exclaimed.

“Shut up, man! I feel weird enough as it is! And besides, it’s AMBER! She’s practically our big sister and mother! What’s that say about me when I…think about her like that?!”

“That maybe you have an incest fetish?”

Hot Head gave Lucky a deadpan expression as he cracked his knuckles. “So you lived a good life have you?”

“Alright, alright, chill Hot Head. And really, what’s wrong with it, you had a crush on Amber when were kids. Not like it’s wrong to fantasize about the girl you’re crushing on. How many times have you done that with Whirlwind?”

Hot Head blushed again and averted his gaze.

“Thought so.”

“Even still…I feel like I’m messing up everything she worked her ass off to give us. I don’t want to weird her out with that…to leave me alone…”

Lucky put his cooking utensils down and looked directly at Hot Head. “Bro, Amber would never do that. She’d sooner jump off a cliff than leave either of us alone. And really, you wouldn’t be messing anything up. We’re eighteen and she’s like twenty-one now. All of us are legal adults, free to date, marry, and have sex with pretty much whoever we want…even if that someone is the same girl who’s been raising us for the past few years.”

Hot Head rubbed his head in agitation. “I just…you know the grief she got from those child services people about taking us in, and how my Mom and Dad almost took me away from you guys. I don’t want to give them any kind of ammo, to turn around and say, ‘So you’ve been raising these two boys just so you can fool around with them as you please!’ Stuff like that!”

Lucky smiled at his surrogate brother. “You really do care about her a lot.”

“Of course I do…she’s the one good thing to happen in our lives.”

“Hey, go and get Amber for me will you. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Hot Head drank down his cola and crushed it before throwing it into the trash bin.

“Sure.”

Lucky watched as his surrogate brother left the kitchen to head upstairs.

Maybe it’s time you showed her how much she means to you.

Hot Head walked up the stairs, his mind thinking hard on what Lucky had said. Was it really okay for him to think about Amber like that? It was kind of hard not to. Practically every day Amber walked around the house in nothing but her underwear, if that. So what guy in their right mind wouldn’t have that stuck in their head?! And it wasn’t like Hot Head didn’t find her attractive; that was never lost on him. But the fact that she would ask Lucky that stuff, he knew she had little to no shame, but he never imagined that little.

Now that begged another question. Does she…think about me…like that?

Hot Head reached Amber’s door and was about to knock on it, but stopped when he heard something inside that made his face go as red as his hair.

“HOT HEAD! Aaaaaaahh~”

The olive skinned boy’s eyes went wide as he backed away from the door. That definitely wasn’t a yell of pain that was the kind of yell you let out when you were…getting yourself off really good. Hot Head’s heart thumped in his chest, Amber was in her bedroom, masturbating, and masturbating to him no less. Every rational part of his mind told him just to turn around, head back downstairs and pretend he never heard a thing. But then there was that side to him, and in all of us really. That morbid curiosity that Hot Head knew pushed people to investigate, even knowing that what they find could either scar them for life or be super embarrassing and awkward.

Hot Head swallowed hard, morbid curiosity won. He steeled his nerves to what he was about to lay eyes on inside, slowly he took a couple of steps forward and reached for the door handle. Hot Head turned it slowly and cracked the door open ever so slightly. What he beheld was the very woman who he shamefully fantasized about, lying on her back practically naked. Her legs were spread open, and her breasts were on full display, her left hand resting on the left teat. Hot Head noticed that her right hand was firmly held between her legs, but after a few seconds she withdrew it, watching as her fingers slipped out of her snatch, glistening with her orgasmic fluids.

In his mind Hot Head knew he should leave, like right now. But there was that other side, passing by morbid curiosity and now entering the hormonal teenage boy part of his brain. The part that just wanted to take in every last detail of what he was seeing. Yes, he may have seen Amber naked and in her underwear more than once, but this was different. This was Amber after having masturbated and was now in the middle of settling into her afterglow.

Amber then brought her fingers up to her face, staring at them. Hot Head leaned forward, watching her lips move but unable to hear what she said. For a moment the rusty haired boy thought she was about to suck her own fingers and taste herself. But only for a moment, as he failed to realize that he was leaning forward in anticipation, causing Hot Head to stumble and fall forward.

The door swung wide open and Hot Head tumbled into the room. Amber bolted upright and quickly closed her legs and put her right arm over her chest, which was doing very little to hide her mounds. Hot Head groaned in a slight amount of pain from the unintentional tumble, rubbing his head and sitting on his now sore rear.

“H-Hot Head?!”

The boy flinched, his breath caught in his throat. He looked up, and saw Amber staring down at him. Her emerald eyes wide with shock, face red as a strawberry, and with her mouth agape. Hot Head stayed still as a statue, his mind feverishly trying to come up with an excuse as to why he was on the other side of her bedroom door, peeping at her! Every attempt died before it left his mouth, his mind shooting them all down as quickly as he thought them up. There was no good excuse for this, he had been spying on Amber, staring at her naked body after she had just had an orgasm.

Amber was having her own conflictions at this moment. She wanted yell at Hot Head, she wanted to scream and shout! Why was he behind her door? Was he spying on her, watching her masturbate? And how long was he there for? A million questions, but she was too afraid to ask any of them. Because right now, if he caught the end or even came in during the middle, there was doubt Hot Head heard her scream his name as she cummed. It didn’t take a genius to figure that she was fantasizing about him doing her.

Both just stayed where they were, afraid any slight movement, any sound would break the tension and cause something bad to happen. Finally, Hot Head lowered his head, averting gaze from Amber.

“I…I’m sorry…”

“Hot Head…you…how long were you there for?”

“I should leave…” Hot Head began to rise.

“Stay right where you are!” Amber ordered.

Hot Head sat down quickly. She had definitely entered “mom mode”, and was now about to scold him for his actions.

“How long?” Amber asked again, albeit more sternly than before.

“Just…Just at the end, that’s all.” Hot Head answered.

“So…you heard what I said then…?” Amber had a worried look on her face.

Hot Head simply nodded his affirmation. Amber put her left hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp. Worry and fear started to grip at her heart, she had just been caught masturbating to Hot Head, one of two of the boys she adopted, her best friends since she was a child, the very same ones she worked so hard to provide for and raise well, and now she just ruined it all.

Hot Head masturbating to her was one thing, a teenage boy does that, but she was the adult! She was the responsible one! She couldn’t give into things like that, it would just prove all those things those Child Services people suspected her of!

A real fear started to well up in her heart. What if Hot Head hated her now? Yes he may’ve had crush on her and jerked off to her, but that was just hormones, stuff you grow out of! She was put in a position of trust and now…how was he ever going to look at her the same way? Amber teased and walked around in promiscuous clothing, but that was just how she was.

Hot Head looked for a quick moment and saw Amber’s eyes begin to water, her hair drooped and the color in her eyes and hair were dulling. The olive skinned boy shot up, his own heart hurting that he was the one who caused all this. Hot Head knew that the only time this happened to Amber was when she was sad, and he made her sad. He violated her privacy.

“Amber…I’m sorry!”

“No…I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that all! Please don’t hate me Hot Head! Please give me another chance!” Amber crawled forward, forgoing any modesty in favor of pleading to the boy she cared about.

Hot Head shook his head in confusion. “What?! Why would I hate you?”

“Because I was…I was thinking of you when I was…doing that! I’m supposed to take care of you and Lucky, not think about you sexually! I don’t want to lose you, please…!”

Hot Head gently reached out, Amber shut her eyes, looking away in fear of the expression she was going to be given. She felt Hot Heads callused hands pressed against her shoulders, but it wasn’t painful, it was gentle. Amber dared to look, and was met with Hot Head staring her in the face.

“I could never hate you Amber, not over this or anything else!”

“But…I…I’m not supposed to think about you like that! I’m your guardian for fuck’s sake!”

Hot Head blushed. “Well…then we’re in the same boat. Because…I…ahem…I think about you when I, uh…you know.”

Amber’s eyes went wide. “So…you do think about me?”
Hot Head nodded.

“But that’s just normal teenage boy stuff, I’d be more worried if you didn’t!”

Hot Head tightened his grip slightly on Amber. “Well…I don’t really think it’s just that…if it were, I wouldn’t be thinking this hard about it. But honestly Amber, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you, ever!”

Amber’s hair and eyes regained their original full coloring again, allowing Hot Head to breathe a sigh of relief in seeing her not upset and sad. Hot Head sat on the bed, he was feeling a little emotionally drained and needed a moment to figure out what his next move should be, resting his elbows on his knees as he brought his hands up in contemplation. Amber sat next him, modesty wasn’t her thing, but she tried for his sake, covering her chest and keeping one arm over her crotch.

“So…” Amber began.

“So…” Hot Head replied.

“We apparently both like each other that way…physically anyway.”

“I-I guess…yeah,” said Hot Head.

Amber started to remember Lucky’s words. But did she dare press the matter? With the situation as tense as it was, did she dare ask Hot Head if he loved her as more than a mother or sister figure? Thinking about it made her heart pound in her ears, this was first time she ever felt this way. Maybe it was because it was Hot Head and not some random guy. Hot Head already said he could never hate her, and that brought a lot of comfort to her, knowing he still cared about her. That was the one thing she didn’t want to lose, from either of them. Steeling her nerves, Amber decided to roll the dice.

“Hot Head…?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Do you…love me?”

Hot Head looked to Amber with a raised eyebrow. “Of course I love you.”

Amber found herself holding onto her chest tighter as she prepared to clarify. “Not that way, not the way like you, Lucky, and Annie do…I mean, do you love me?”

It took a moment before Hot Head understood what she meant. His face went even redder as he continued to look away from Amber out of politeness. “I…I…If I said I did…what would you think?”

Amber squirmed a bit where she sat. “I don’t know…I already love you and Lucky, and Annie. Hot Head…I’m messed up. You know how my mother died when I was young, and how my father dropped me off at the orphanage because he couldn’t deal with me after losing her. It’s…It’s never really gone away, the pain, being abandoned…If you had to correlate it, I guess you can say that’s why I throw myself at random guys. I’m looking for the love that I lost from my Dad…and why I can never seem to stay committed to a guy, because I’m afraid, afraid to trust them, afraid that they’ll leave me and make the pain come back again…”

Hot Head looked upon Amber as if seeing her for the first time. “You never told us this.”

Amber chuckled. “Not the kind of thing you admit to the two boys you’re trying to raise and keep out of trouble. So yeah, I have daddy issues on top of abandonment and trust issues. I really doubt I’ll ever find the right guy…but because of that, I don’t want you being with me.”

Hot Head furrowed his brow. “And why not, just because of that stuff you said?”

Amber put her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes. “Hot Head I’m not good for you! As a caretaker, as a guardian, a big sister or a mother, I’m fine! But as your girlfriend, in a relationship, I can’t do that to you! What if it didn’t work out?! It could mess up everything we have right now! I know you and Lucky are practically adults now and can leave and live wherever you want! Hell, you can even buy your own apartment! I just don’t want to lose this…any of this…you guys are the only family I have left…and don’t think I haven’t seen how you’ve protected me and put up with my bullshit. I know!”

Hot Head smirked. “All the more reason why I don’t want to leave you, and because, I want you to be happy. Because I…I love you, Amber, I want to protect you, I want to be the one to make you happy! I don’t want to see you sad!”

Amber trembled a bit, her heart was thumbing again, skipping a few beats. Was this love or a cardio infarction? She couldn’t tell. Her body trembled from this. Was she really ready to trust someone like this, to allow them into her heart? It was Hot Head, the boy who had stuck by her and gotten them into more trouble than she would care to speak of after all, and did she not already trust him, so was trust even an issue.

Suddenly, Amber found her lips pressed against Hot Heads, the boy leaning forward to kiss her. Amber’s emerald eyes went wide from the sensation, this wasn’t the same as a platonic kiss. This was…something different. Warm, comforting, inviting even, Amber closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. She moved her arms forward until they draped over Hot Head’s shoulders, and wrapped them around to bring him closer. Hot Head’s arms slowly reached out and wrapped around her midsection, bringing the naked woman closer to him.

Amber shivered, feeling her chest make contact with his shirt and her left hip meeting his right. Hot Head felt his chest tingle when he felt Amber’s bare breasts press against him. Although this wasn’t the first time that had happened, it was however the first it had happened while kissing her. The two of them separated, looking at each other’s eyes.

“I guess we’re doing this then?” Hot Head asked nervously.

“Honestly I kinda want to…but if you don’t I understand,” said Amber.

“I don’t mind either it’s just…I haven’t uh…”

“Me neither, but don’t worry. It’s all pretty basic, but first strip.”

“What?!”

Amber drew back and put her hands on her hips. “I’m naked, so it only makes sense for you to be naked too.”

Hot Head couldn’t fault her logic there, a first time for everything. With a sigh Hot Head got up, he removed the belt holding up his gray jean pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them, and letting the pants fall to the floor around his ankles. Hot Head then took off his red t-shirt, allowing Amber to see his lean and toned body. The tanned woman felt herself grow more aroused, both from watching Hot Head get naked, and for what she was about to do with him. Finally, with some trepidation, Hot Head slid his boxers off, where he let them join the rest of his clothes on the floor.

When he sat back down, Amber looked upon his package, it was a little bigger than when she first saw it. Although to be fair, his penis back then wasn’t as erect as it was now, standing at attention and with a dollop of pre-cum forming at the tip. Amber noticed that Hot Head was a little nervous, showing his exposed and erect self to her. She smiled and leaned against him, with her right hand she brought it around his shaft, making Hot Head flinch from the sudden contact. It felt warm, and pulsed like a heartbeat.

“It’s alright,” Amber slowly stroked his penis, going up and down in smooth gliding motions, “give me your right hand.”

Hot Head let out a low moan from the feeling of Amber’s hand stroking his dick. He complied with her request and brought up the requested hand. Amber took it in her left and slowly guided his hand downwards. She opened her legs up a bit, and placed his hand over her moistening slit. Hot Head froze, he was now touching Amber’s pussy, her warm, slightly wet pussy. The boy watched as Amber moved his hand into position, pushing his middle and ring fingers against her entrance.

“This way we can both enjoy it.”

Hot Head gulped. He remembered how Amber had two of her fingers inside herself earlier, and now she was allowing him to do the same to her. She pushed his fingers, giving him the initiative to go in. Hot Head slowly pushed his two fingers against her cunny, feeling the tight hole spread open as his fingers entered Amber. She hissed in pleasure, feeling how much bigger his fingers were compared to hers. He continued pushing inside until they stopped at the knuckles.

Amber began stroking his cock again, and at the same time, Hot Head thrust his two fingers into Amber, drawing back slowly and going back in at the same speed. Amber continued to lean her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of having someone else finger her pussy. Hot Head leaned his head against Amber’s, also indulging in the bliss of having an actual woman jerk him off other than himself.

Both Amber and Hot Head worked at each other at a steady rhythm. Amber’s hand was getting slicker the more she stroked, Hot Head’s pre-cum was dribbling from the tip of his penis and coated his dick as she continued. She increased her speed going faster up and down his shaft, causing Hot Head to scrunch his eyes shut from the pleasure radiating from his member.

Hot Head took the hint, thrusting his fingers in and out of Amber’s wet hole with increased fervor. Amber hissed again, feeling her pussy being violated by Hot Head’s fingers as he thrust faster to match her speed. The two of them kept his up, feeling a pressure building within their loins the longer they kept going. All of sudden, Amber stopped, making Hot Head end his thrusting and had him look at Amber in confusion.

“Wha-What’s wrong?” Hot Head asked.

“W-Was there someplace special you wanted to finish? If there’s something you want to try with me don’t hesitate to ask, I won’t think you’re weird.”

Hot Head looked away for a moment. “Um…c-could you use your…your breasts…a-and your mouth…?”

Amber raised an eyebrow as she grinned seductively. “Oooooh, Hot Head, you think about my breasts and about me swallowing your cock do you?”

“You don’t have to I was just –!”

Before Hot Head could say anymore Amber sat up and lowered herself ‘til she was on her knees. She turned around and brought herself before Hot Head, removing the bra that was still hanging on her shoulders. Tossing it away like a useless item. Grabbing both of her breasts in each hand, Amber parted them and brought Hot Head’s cock to rest between them. The two mounds were pressed back together, covering all but the tip of his penis.

Hot Head leaned back, letting out a satisfied moan. Amber’s breasts were firm, but soft, even feeling her body heat through the two lumps of flesh. Amber had to admit, this was really turning her on, feeling Hot Head’s warm and throbbing dick right between her cleavage. She pressed both of her breasts together, pushing them up and down his shaft, repeating the stroking method she did earlier.

Amber left the head out of the stroking, this time angling her head down. The musky aroma coming off it made her head spin, causing her to quiver with excitement. She stuck out her tongue, lightly licking the tip and causing Hot Head to grip the bed sheets harder. The taste wasn’t as bad as she thought, salty, but nothing that was off putting. Amber opened her mouth latched her lips around the head, bringing some of the shaft inside.

Hot Head was in heaven, that or this was a really perverted and good dream. His dick was inside Amber’s warm mouth, he could feel her tongue swirling around it, added to her breasts working the rest of him. Hot Head gave an unintentional buck of his hips, pushing his cock into Amber’s mouth. He quickly realized what he did and looked to her apologetically.

“Sorry!”

Amber looked up and smiled, she didn’t mind apparently. If anything it made her work faster, sucking him off while she used her breasts to coax out the hidden load that awaited its release. Hot Head grunted and panted, hearing Amber’s moaning noises around his cock, feeling her suck on the tip as if it were a Popsicle.

“A-Amber I’m…I’m going to cum, let go!”

Amber heard his words, but didn’t heed them. She was too far into this, her switch flipped, she wanted to know what Hot Head tasted like, what it would feel like to have hot cum flowing down her throat. Her pussy tingled with the prospect of this, making the older woman double her efforts.

“A-Amber, I’m serious! I’m –!”

Hot Head couldn’t hold on any longer, grunting as he released his seed in long ropes into Amber’s mouth. The tanned woman clamped her mouth around the tip, using her breasts to stroke his dick, making him pump more and more into her mouth. When it built up enough, Amber swallowed it, her eyes almost rolling up from the taste and warmth now going down her throat. It was thick, and yet creamy, the smell intensifying within her nose. Without realizing it, Amber had a mini-orgasm at the same time, her pussy convulsing and leaking her feminine juices down her inner thighs.

Hot Head gave a few thrusts into her mouth, wanting to get more of his dick into her mouth. Amber obliged and let just bit more in, continuing to suck him off. His orgasm was starting to ebb, and the afterglow sitting in. Hot Head continued to pant, having had one of the best orgasms in his life, and knowing that it was Amber who gave it to him made all the more surreal.

Amber released his cock with a wet pop, letting the appendage fall free from her breasts as she leaned back. She could still feel the warm, gooey substance within her, as if her body was keenly aware of its location. Amber put a hand to her stomach, as if trying to find that warmth. It stirred something inside her, something that she wanted, something that was willing – no wanting to do with Hot Head.

Amber rose up and crawled onto the bed, seeing Hot Head had laid back on it. “Hey, was that good?”

“Uh-huh, the best Amber,” said Hot Head.

Amber put her hand on his cheek and smiled warmly. “I’m glad I could make you feel like that. There’s something I want to do now.”

“Anything, after what you did, I’ll return the favor.”

“Good. Because…I want to give you my first time.”

Hot Head’s eyes became more alert when he realized what she had said. He looked to Amber as if wondering if he had heard her wrong, but the look in her eyes told him that she was serious about this.

“You…You want to have your first time with me?!”

“I do…but I know it’s your first time too. It is alright? I mean, I haven’t seen you bring any girls home, and as far as I know you and Whirlwind haven’t banged.”

Hot Head’s face went red again. “No! I haven’t brought any girls home! And I haven’t been sleeping around with any either! So yes I’m…still a virgin…”

Amber leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. “Then that’ll make this all the more special. I want to do this with you Hot Head, but only if you want to.”

Hot Head didn’t know what to say, she was really wanting to have sex, full, real sex! Not just blowjobs or titfucks, and she wanted him to be the first.

“I wouldn’t mind Amber, if you were my first too,” said Hot Head in an embarrassed tone.

“Okay, so…I have one other request.”

“Shoot.”

“Can I be on top this one time? I-I’m a little scared ‘cause I know for a fact that this is going to hurt, and I’d rather…I mean I know you probably want to be the one top instead, but if you don’t want to do that, we could try um…a-anal if you want?”

Hot Head, despite the offer, leaned forward and kissed Amber back on the forehead. “Whatever makes it more comfortable for you, I’m hoping to have other chances later on. And besides, I’d have a nice view the whole time.”

Amber smirked lustfully at the boy. “You know it.”

With that settled, Hot Head scooted back on Amber’s bed until his head was resting on the pillows. Amber didn’t need to warm Hot Head up, seeing as is member was erect once again, probably sensing the impending insertion. She had to admit, she was in fact scared of having something like that inside her.

The biggest thing Amber had ever put inside herself was Hot Head’s fingers, but now she was about to take his whole length inside a very sensitive spot, and she was going in knowing it was going to hurt, there was really no way of getting around it.

Taking a deep breath Amber straddled Hot Head’s hips, his cock bumping against her ass. She looked down at the boy, the very same boy she had looked after, teased constantly, and bandaged so many of his injuries from skateboarding accidents. Her best friend, and she was about to cross the line completely. There was no going back from this, the moment he was in her, was the moment that their relationship changed.

For Hot Head, he was looking at something different. The woman he had had a crush on since he was a little kid was now setting on his lap, naked. Watching as her breasts lightly swaying from her small movements, feeling the wetness where Amber’s pussy was on his waist. Her goldenrod yellow hair resting on her back, a lock draping over her shoulder as her emerald eyes looked down upon him.

Hot Head placed his right hand on Amber’s left arm, rubbing it up and down in soothing motions, wrenching the tanned woman from her inner contemplation. “You okay Amber?”

“I…I am…”

“Just take your time, no rush right?”

“Yeah…” Amber inhaled and exhaled. “A-Alright.”

Amber raised herself up on her knees, scooting back just a bit so that Hot Head’s penis was now below her slit. She was still wet, and Hot Head’s member was slick from her earlier work. Amber put her left hand on Hot Head’s chest for support, she then reached down with her right and gently gripped Hot Head’s penis to keep it pointed towards her.

Her breathing quickened, knowing that she was in control of this situation gave her some small comfort, but at the same time if she messed this up she might end up hurting herself and Hot Head. Or worse, if she slipped up she could accidentally impale her pussy too quickly and be in worse pain than a slow entry.

She took another look to Hot Head, his red eyes looking upon her with confidence and trust. Amber took solace in those eyes and slowly lowered her waist down. She shivered when the head of his cock pressed against her vulva. Breathing slowly and calmly, Amber lowered herself more, feeling the head push past her labia and entering her tight hole. Amber stopped when she felt Hot Head’s tip inside her, going down just a couple of centimeters to make sure it wasn’t going to slip out.

Hot Head was treated to a whole new sensation, he figured being inside of a real vagina would be intense, but with just his head inside, it was overwhelmingly warm and wet. Hot Head had to grit his teeth, the last thing he wanted to was to cum right now and ruin the whole thing, that, and because he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Amber inched a little more of Hot Head’s penis inside, letting go when she was certain it wasn’t going to pop out. She kept pushing more and more, her face contorting in equal parts pain and pleasure. The tanned woman stopped when she felt the tip push against something inside herself. Amber gulped, knowing exactly what that was.
Hot Head could feel something against the tip of penis, and judging from the look on Amber’s face, he had a good idea what that something was.

“Are you ready?” Hot Head asked.

Amber panted, she wasn’t so sure right now. Taking another deep breath, Amber put both hands on Hot Head’s chest, she pushed up on her knees, putting some space between the tip and her hymen inside. With a quick thrust Amber pushed down all the way, feeling a sharp pain erupt from within her depths and caused her to let out a yelp of pain, trying her best not to scream out loud and alert Lucky to what they were doing. Amber collapsed down on top of Hot Head, making the boy open his arms and hug her close to him.

“It’s okay Amber, I’m right here,” said Hot Head calmly.

“I know…I know it’s just…ugh…I didn’t think it hurt this much!”

Hot Head forgot – or at least tried to forget – about the tight, vice like grip Amber’s inner walls had on his cock, and instead, focused on keeping Amber calm. Rubbing her back soothingly, trying to do whatever he could to help her. After a minute passed, Amber leaned up, propping herself on the palms of her hands.

“It’s getting a little less painful, I’m going to start moving now.”

“You sure?”

“I heard it’s supposed to get better if you start moving or some BS like that. Time to – guh – see if they weren’t full of it.”

Amber looked down between them, her eyes widening at just how far she had taken Hot Head inside, practically to the hilt. She slowly raised her hips, a vacant feeling radiating from within along with the pain. Amber brought her hips down, and raised them again. Slowly she built up a rhythm, withdrawing half of Hot Head’s cock out and going back down. After a few strokes the pain was starting to ebb away, replaced by a stronger pleasurable sensation.

Hot Head watched as his dick entered and exited Amber’s pussy, the tight hole wrapping around his member, becoming slick with her arousal and mixed pre-cum. Amber rested on top of him, keeping him inside her. Her eyes started to take on a seductive gleam to them, making Hot Head shiver with delight. Amber gyrated her hips stirring her pussy with his rod. The rusty haired boy moaned in ecstasy as Amber switched between gyrating her hips and grinding down on it. She reached out and grabbed his wrists, placing both of his hands on her hips.

Amber started humping Hot Head’s cock faster than before, her hips going up and down in a piston like motion, feeling his dick strike the deepest parts of her womanhood and causing a great amount of euphoria to shoot up her spine. She was starting to get addicted to this, every thrust inside her, the feeling of his dick brushing up against her g-spot with each passing, Amber wasn’t sure but she was certain she was making a really blissed out face right about now.

Hot Head watched as Amber’s breasts bounced up and down with each movement she made. She had abandoned the slow and steady method and was now going full throttle on his dick, and Hot Head was loving every second of it. Gripping onto her hips as he felt his dick ever closer to an orgasm, but then he felt her slowing, he looked up and saw that Amber was straining a little. Hot Head bucked his hips up, lifting Amber with his sudden thrust and making her smile lasciviously at the boy.

The two of them worked in tandem now, finding a pace where the both of them were able to gain the most amount of pleasure. Hot Head drew back, and Amber rose up, and lastly the two of them met at the middle. Hot Head and Amber kept up this pace, fucking at a speed and rhythm that was bringing them both closer to the edge. Amber threw back her head, completely lost in the moment as Hot Head scrunched his eyes shut. Blissful moaning, grunts, and panting echoed within the room, feeling it with the sounds of their passion and lust.

“Hot Head I’m so close right now!”

“Same here, y-you should get off now!”

Amber looked down at the boy with confusion. “Why?!”

“You know why! I’m not wearing a condom! If I cum now I’ll…I’ll get you pregnant!”

“Do it!”

Hot Head’s eyes went wide. “You’re not serious?!”

“I am serious! Hot Head cum inside me and get me pregnant! I want you to! I want to I have a child with you! I…I…I love you!”

Hot Head’s heart skipped a beat at that moment. Amber’s hair and eyes shimmered, the last time he saw that happen was when she brought Lucky and him to live with her, telling them that she only glimmered and sparkled like that when she was truly happy. Hot Head’s resolve was reaffirmed right then and there, smiling confidently at his lover, he bucked up into Amber with hard short thrusts, causing Amber to yell in pure ecstasy.

“I love you too, Amber!”

The two of them met in the middle for the final time, with Hot Head hilting inside Amber as his dick released spurt after spurt of thick cum. The sudden warmth of Hot Head’s cum pushed Amber over the edge, making her cum at the same time. Hot Head felt her love tunnel contract around his member as a mixture of their combined fluids swirled about inside. Hot Head kept his hips pushed upwards as Amber kept hers pushed down, not wanting either of them to separate. A mixture of clear and thick cum began to seep out from their union, and after a bit more, Hot Head let his hips fall back onto the mattress, with Amber following close behind, keeping them connected.

Amber could feel her vaginal walls milk Hot Head’s penis of its cum, feeling it pour into her womb and filling her with a satisfying warmth. The tanned woman fell forward in exhaustion, lying on top of Hot Head. The rusty haired boy hugged her close, running his hand through her shimmering hair. Amber rose up slightly, bringing her head to eye level with Hot Head. Her eyes still sparkled, but there were tears in them.

“I’m sorry that I said all that…I was just so happy, I felt so good, safe, and…and loved! I know you’re not ready to be a father and –!”

“Shh.” Hot Head put a finger to her lips, effectively silencing her. “I wanted to, and besides, I wouldn’t mind having a kid with you. I’ll be in the Royal Guard soon so we’ll be alright for cash between us.”

Amber rested her head against his chest, her eyes and hair sparkling still as she listened to his heartbeat. “I want to love our child Hot Head, I don’t want to give it up, ever!”

“And we won’t. My Mom and Dad couldn’t make it work and gave me up because of it. We’re not letting that happen, whatever happens we’ll work it out. That’s what a family does right?”

Amber chuckled happily. “Yeah, it does.”

Hot Head and Amber rested on the bed, enjoying their joint afterglow. But for some reason they felt as if they had forgotten something, something equally important. Their heads shot up as they looked at each other in shocked realization.

“LUCKY!”

“LUCKY!”

Lucky sat the table, looking back and forth between the food on the table and the clock hanging on the wall. Different assortments of food were laid out, with three places set for three people to sit and eat. However, there was only one person at the table, only one who made this meal for the missing two, and it was this one person who now had his arms crossed over his chest, and was staring towards the stairs with an annoyed look on his face.

“Food’s getting cold guys.”