Free One Step Ahead by B. N. Lee Page A

touch.
     
    One of her hands wandered south and began to tease her neatly-trimmed blonde pubic bush. She knew that shaving was something that only sluts did, but she didn't see the harm in a little maintenance, she liked the way it looked, and it made her feel racy and bold.
     
    For almost the first time in her life, Amy's finger slowly parted the folds of skin between her legs and she slid a finger from the crest down to her moistening entrance.
     
    She shivered as she felt the soft brush over the hard little button at above her entrance. She didn't know quite what it was, but she had rubbed it through her clothing before and it had brought her incredible pleasure.
     
    Ashamed and excited by her own daring, she spread her legs and lay back on the pillows, running her finger in little paths and circles, up her thighs and back down to the little button of pleasure, down to her entrance to feel how wet she was getting without sneaking inside, trailing her fingers this way and that.
     
    Of course, she could go straight to that little spot and rub it until she felt happy and sleepy, she knew that, but she'd heard whispers for so long that it felt good to have things inside your little pussy, she wanted to find out for herself.
     
    She'd never seen a man's penis before, not in person, but she wasn’t a total idiot and she’d taken sex ed, and the handles of her toothbrush and hairbrush were probably her best bet. Or, at least, she couldn’t find anything better.
     
    'Am I really about to do this?' she thought to herself.
     
    Her hands shook a little as she picked up the toothbrush. She carefully put the base of the handle at her entrance and started to push it inside herself.
     
    It didn't feel nice at all, she thought. It felt cold and alien and hard.
     
    She persevered and tried to push it deeper inside her, but her body resisted it. She knew that she wanted it inside her, but her body seemed to be pushing it out as hard as she pushed it in.
     
    She was so frustrated she was ready to cry, and she was still so desperate! She'd felt this way before and knew that she wanted to touch herself, wanted badly release from this awful pressure, but she also knew that there was nothing that was going to stop her from feeling something inside her pussy.
     
    With a lot of effort, gritting her teeth, she got two or three inches of it inside her virgin passage. She decided that it had to be enough for now, and started working it in and out of her body. That felt a little nicer, but the edges of the square handle still felt hard and unpleasant against her tender flesh, and she winced and shut her eyes tightly.
     
    The feeling was so distracting that she didn't hear the handle of her door turn.
     
    Her eyes flew open and she saw a handsome young man stepping into the room. She was trapped and exposed and had no way to pretend that she was doing anything other than what she was doing - masturbating with a toothbrush!
     
    As she struggled to cover herself, the part of the toothbrush sticking out of her body caught in the blanket and yanked it upwards inside her, and she cried out with pain.
     
    She almost burst into tears, and she couldn't even look at the young man, although she'd heard the door shut.
     
    "Hey, easy," he said, "Just hold still. My name is Josh, I’m your stepbrother. It’s perfectly fine. We’re siblings, right?"
     
    She was used to obeying men, and he had a strong masculine voice, low and soothing.
     
    She held still and clutched the blanket over herself, hiding her face as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
     
    "What's so upsetting?" he asked, sitting down on the end of her bed. The shift of the mattress moved the toothbrush inside her again and she winced.
     
    "You, you've seen me," she gulped. She couldn't even say it.
     
    "It's natural to want to explore your body," the young man said, "I've done it myself. Does it feel good?"
     
    Truth was as natural to Amy as breathing. She shook her