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Kidcest, Growing up Sexy (1/5) [kids, m/f/m/f/f/f]
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GROWING UP SEXY
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This is the recollections of a year in the life of a young
man who was fortunate enough to find willing girls to explore
sex with him. It was inspired by (and is an elaboration on)
a story by Steve Jensen, orignally uploaded to Rusty and
Edie's BBS. If explicit sex bothers you, please read no
further.
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Chapter I
My Buddy Tim
Tim and I grew up together. Literally. We had lived three
houses apart since we were old enough to remember. And we
were in most of the same classes through grade school, junior
high and now high school. We had a lot of things in common.
We played baseball, football and basketball together. We
told each other our deepest secrets. At the time of this
story, we were both 15 -- our birthdays were two months
apart. We were best friends.
Oh, yes, and we each had a younger sister; my sister Susan
was then 12 and Tim's sister Cindy was almost 11.
As best friends, Tim and I did a lot of stuff together. We
explored our small town universe for over a decade. In the
years since we turned 13, we had spent more and more time
checking out our developing sexuality. Of course, we began
much earlier, showing each other our "weenies" when we were
in pre-school day care. Beginning at about age 14, our
weenies had begun to get thicker and longer, our balls had
dropped, and we had developed modest patches of crinkly hair
at the base of our dicks.
Tim and I discovered masturbation independently, but soon
shared our discoveries. We had a few side-by-side
masturbation sessions over at his house and in my garage,
flipping the pages of porno magazines we had retrieved from
the town dump. Tim's cock seemed to be a little fatter than
mine, but mine was longer when soft. When we had our
"boners," we were about the same size -- nothing sensational,
but respectable six-inchers.
We were anxious to get a look at live sex. I reported to Tim
on what I had once glimpsed when I wandered into my parents'
bedroom in the middle of an afternoon fuck. I was only about
eight years old then, but seeing a flash of my Mom's naked
breasts and my Dad's butt was worth reporting to my best
friend. When we got to be teenagers, we both regretted that
I hadn't seen more.
Tim's mother and father were divorced. His father lived in
another town and he almost never saw him, except for a couple
of weeks in the summer. His mother worked and she drank a
lot every night. Tim said he was always having to put her to
bed, and he could look at any part of her body when she was
really passed out. Although he said it seemed wrong to be
peeking at anybody when they were in such misery, I was
secretly envious of his ability to explore the mystery of a
woman's body.
As ten-year-olds, we peeked in windows around our
neighborhood. Most of the time, we only saw people in their
pajamas or some little kid running around naked. Finally, we
discovered a middle-aged widow down the street from my house
who showered with the window open. By climbing on top of a
fence at the back of her yard, we could look in and see her
as she got in and out of the shower. From that distance, we
couldn't see much detail, but her big droopy breasts
fascinated us, with their darkened ends. And this woman
dried her black, hairy crotch with unusual vigor.
We talked about sex endlessly. Although those porn mags were
pretty revealing, Tim and I agreed that we wanted to have a
willing (and awake) female at our disposal, to let us explore
this mysterious anatomy at our leisure. But we both agreed
that the probability of some fully-grown woman spreading her
legs for us was "somewhere between slim and none."
Aside from those side-by-side sessions with Tim, my sexual
activity was confined to jerk-off sessions in the shower or
into an old athletic sock I kept hidden under my bed. By the
time of this story, I had developed a favorite way of
masturbating; cupping and rubbing my balls with my left hand,
while pounding my spit-moistened fist up and down my cock.
For variety, I would soap up my hands in the shower and
squirt my goo from amidst the mountain of resulting lather.
Lately, I had been fantasizing about some faceless, big-
breasted woman spreading her legs for me and saying, "Finger-
fuck me, Steve."
Despite our curiosity about all females, the increasingly-
sexual world of me and Tim never included our sisters. Susan
and I used to take baths together, so I had seen her naked
plenty of times, as Tim had seen Cindy, but that didn't count
in the "naked lady" department, because they (and we, I
guess) were just little kids.
As far as we were concerned, little sisters were always just
there. Little sisters were not something you noticed, except
when they got into your stuff or, in some other little-girl
way, caused you grief. Our sisters weren't even particularly
good friends, because Susan's extra year meant they were in
different grades. But they each had their own friends, so
there was often little-girl giggling in the background when
Tim was at my house, or I was at his. We tried to ignore it.
Not that our sisters were ugly. Tim's sister Cindy was
blonde, her hair always cut in a precision straight line
across the bangs and the back, never a hair out of place.
Her big brown eyes seemed to broadcast a look of innocence
and a hint of shyness. Tim shared his sister's big brown
eyes but had a matching dark brown head of hair that gave him
a wholesome look. You could tell that Tim and Cindy were
brother and sister at the first glance. My sister Susan had
black, curly hair like mine, and she was bold and brash; I
guess she and I were alike too.
When our sisters turned nine and ten (and I was about 14),
things began to change. In my general horniness, I started
to notice them as something other than neighborhood brats.
Although they still pretty much looked like little girls, I
started to see them as women who were not yet fully
developed. Although they were far from "true" women, I could
see that their skinny little bodies had begun to develop
hints of mysterious curves.
Chapter II
Sister Sue
Of course, the event that convinced me that girls this age
were growing up was when I caught my ten-year-old sister
masturbating. It was a Saturday afternoon, and Mom and Dad
were off playing tennis. I had just come home from a
playground basketball game. As I parked my bike in the
garage, I looked up at Susan's room, my attention drawn by
the loud rock music coming from her open window. I was
struck dumb to see my little sister dancing there naked!
She apparently hadn't noticed my arrival, so I snuck in the
back door and upstairs to spy on her. Her door was almost
closed, but I could see about half her room through the
narrow crack. Which meant that I could see Susan about half
the time, as she pranced from one end of the room to the
other, jumping and writhing to the rhythm of her favorite
band. She obviously thought she was alone.
I hadn't seen my sister naked for years; not since we stopped
taking baths together. Frankly, she didn't look much
different than I remembered from when I was seven and she was
four. Although she was taller now, she still had a flat
chest and a hairless body. As I looked closer, though, I saw
that she was not totally flat-chested; her little nipples
stuck out from her chest. And, as she danced by again, I saw
that one of the reasons was that she was pinching them as she
danced. Not all the time, just every now and then. I also
noticed her crotch was reddish, as though it had been
sunburned. As she danced and twirled, I tried to focus on
her nude pussy, to see what made it red. But her gyrations
made it impossible to see anything for more than an instant.
As the record came to an end, I began to understand what was
going on. Without taking the tone arm from the record, Susan
flopped down on her bed, with her feet toward the door (and
me). With her thighs stretched wide, my little sister
grabbed her hairless crotch with both hands and began a
violent rubbing and stretching. It finally dawned on me that
she was masturbating!
Fascinated by this spectacle, I pushed the door open a bit
more. Susan was apparently still unaware of my presence,
because she continued. She stopped her aggressive treatment
of her little pussy and began a more gentle, rhythmic caress
at the top of her crack. From my surreptitious readings of
adult advice columns, I knew this was where the "clitoris"
was located.
I also realized this was my opportunity to see what I wanted
to see. If I played my cards right, I could have the
"willing participant" Tim and I had fantasized about.
As Susan's hand began to move faster and her head began to
toss back and forth, I walked into her room and came to stand
beside her bed. She was still unaware of me, until I said,
"What are you doing? I'm gonna tell Mom on you!"
Susan's eyes flew open and her thighs slammed together. Her
mouth was agape as she tried to cover her little nipples and
her mistreated crotch from her brother's glowing eyes.
"Wha.. Wha... What are you doing here?" she said.
"I've been watching a very nasty little girl play with
herself," I said grimly. "And I don't think Mom or Dad will
be happy to hear about this."
Tears sprang to her eyes as she cried, "Oh, no! Please don't
tell on me." As she folded her hands in pleading, I naturally
noticed she uncovered her nipples and cunt.
"Well, maybe I won't tell" I said. "But you'll have to show
me what you were doing and let me fool around with you."
For a second there, I was afraid she would choose to have me
tell, rather than let me touch her. But she blushed all over
and said, with downcast eyes, "OK, but you have to promise
not to tell ANYBODY, not even Tim."
I rapidly agreed, as I sat down on the bed next to her. To
make sure she understood my plans, I said "You have to answer
all my questions and let me show you a few things. OK?"
When she agreed, I asked her how long she had been doing this
and she said just a week or two outside of the bathtub. I
was then surprised to learn my little-girl sister had been
playing with her pussy in the bath for years. She went on to
explain that listening to her favorite group and looking at
their posters on her walls got her "all worked up." She
would imagine that the lead singer was pinching her nipples
and the drummer was grinding his hands into her cunt.
"But doesn't it hurt?" I asked.
"No, it feels kinda exciting, because I don't really get that
rough. I just pinch my nips a little bit." When I told her
to show me how, she blushed, but slowly gave right nipple a
gentle squeeze. I immediately reached out to give its
partner a similar pinch. I was expecting something soft, but
Susan's excitement had engorged her pre-adolescent nipples so
each was firm and almost quivering.
Beginning my "instruction" (based on reading sexual "advice"
columns in those porn mags), I said, "Let me show you
something." Wetting my fingers with spit, I slowly rubbed
around the base of the small pink towers on my sister's
chest, first one and then the other. With more spit, I
lubricated the nipples themselves, and gently moved them from
side to side, flicking the little cones slowly.
Susan's eyes got wider, and she said, "Geez, Steve! That
feels terrific. I can feel it feeling good all inside my
body."
I reached down in my lap to adjust my cock, which had been
stiff since I first saw the beginnings of my sister's dancing
demonstration. I was still wearing my shorts and jockstrap
from basketball. I saw Susan's eyes get even wider. "You're
not going to stick your thing in me, are you?"
"Of course not!" I said. "You're too little to have real
sex. But we can play around a little." Seemingly reassured,
she relaxed on the bed, as my fingers returned to her
nipples. Nonetheless, I noticed that she continued to glance
anxiously at my crotch.
By now, her nipples were even harder. They were perfect
cones, dark pink and glowing with excitement. In addition, a
flush had begun to develop over Susan's neck and shoulders.
As I flicked her little-girl nipples back and forth on her
surging chest, my sister's thighs began to grind together,
pulling the folds of her pussy into a squeezed pink purse.
Her hands, cast out across her bed, began to clinch into
little fists. After a few minutes of this stimulation, she
spoke. "Aren't you gonna touch my thing?" she whined.
I had to smile at her little-girl talk. And at the
transformation from someone who was afraid of being told on
to someone who wanted to be fingered. Anyway, I was ready to
extend my exploration of female anatomy.
"Don't call it your 'thing,'" I told her. "You mean your
vagina or your pussy or your cunt, don't you?"
Blushing again, Susan said, "I'm not supposed to use words
like that."
"But, if you're talking about your cunt, why not say so? Let
me hear you say it. Say 'I want you to finger-fuck my
cunt.'"
Susan's blushing was furious by now, and her eyes were wide
at the naughtiness in the words and actions I was suggesting.
But her thigh-grinding was also getting pretty furious. As I
continued to stroke her swollen nipples, she blurted it out.
"OK, Steve. I want you to finger- fuck my cunt! It's so
itchy!"
I smiled at her additional comment and felt my cock give a
violent twitch at hearing such delightfully-nasty language
coming out of a fourth-grader's mouth. I said, "OK, I'll
play with your pussy, but you have to open your legs so I can
see it better." Susan's thighs popped apart like a
switch-blade knife, as I moved my hands down her naked little
belly.
So I could see things more clearly, I dropped down on the
bed, putting my head even with Susan's crotch. I didn't
realize until later that this also placed my jumping
jockstrap exactly even with Susan's eyes.
As I gently stroked the insides of her skinny thighs, my eyes
were glued to her hairless box. Actually, now that I was so
close, I could see that a few of the downy hairs on top of
her little mount were coarser than the others and had a hint
of pigment. I could see that my little sister would soon
have some crinkly hair to match what had developed above my
peter.
For now, however, I was staring with great interest at the
undeveloped pussy of a sub-teenager. In the time since I had
interrupted her furious crotch manipulation, the angry red
tinge had begun to drain away from her fat little
snatch-lips. The snowy hills on either side of her rosy slit
now showed only a ruddy glow.
I moved my fingers up her thighs and closer to her crevice,
pausing to feel her puffy outer lips and to understand how
the folds of soft skin formed the mysterious external view of
a girl's sexual organs. Susan seemed to appreciate this
exploratory caress, because she hunched her crotch a little
wider and groaned softly. To tease her a little more, I
reached back up to twiddle her nipples, but I discovered that
Susan had already wetted them with her own spit and was using
my lesson to give herself pleasure by flicking both nipples
back and forth vigorously.
Turning back to her nude little cunt, I decided I had learned
all I needed to about the outside of a girl's pussy. I
placed my fingers on the hairless flesh on either side of her
opening and slowly opened her cunt-lips. I was fascinated to
see the pale pink shrouds of her inner lips glisten with her
juices. I thought to myself that spit lubricant would
apparently be unnecessary down here. Opening the little
girl's cunt also made the ridge of her erected clit more
prominent, with the shiny pink knob barely projecting from
its hood at the top of her slit.
Still holding her slit open, I moved one finger softly up and
down the outside of her little inside lips, feeling a kind of
stiffness in the flesh there. As I began to trail my way
back up toward the little clit-bump, I heard Susan groan
again. In response to that earthy sound, my cock gave
another jump.
Then it was my turn to jump, because I felt Susan grab my
peter, right through the nylon of my basketball shorts.
Sitting up again, I looked down at Susan's blushing
countenance. "And what do you think you're doing?" I smiled
at her.
"Can I see your thing?" she asked. Then, remembering my
earlier lesson and grinning boldly, she said, "I want to look
at your hard dick, big brother. I want you to let me feel it
and make it squirt its stuff!"
Again, I was excited by my sister's language. "Have you ever
seen a hard one before?" I asked, thinking I'd maybe give her
a first-time treat.
If possible, Susan blushed an even deeper scarlet. "A couple
of times," she admitted. As I raised my eyebrows, she added,
"But it wasn't my fault!"
Chapter III
Susan and the Cab Driver
I couldn't imagine why Susan would say it "wasn't her fault,"
so I temporarily lost interest in exploring her little pussy
to hear more about this. "Whose cock did you see? Was it
hard? Did you just peek or did the guy know you were
looking? Was he fucking someone? Did you ever see a man
shoot his load?"
Under this barrage of interrogation, tears sprang up in
Susan's eyes as she repeated, "Oh, please don't tell anyone.
It really wasn't my fault."
Realizing how upset she was, I stroked her hair clumsily and
said, "Come, on, Sue. I'm sure it wasn't your fault and you
know I won't tell. I just want to hear about it. I think
it's real sexy."
With another glance at my lap, and then with downcast eyes,
she began to tell me her story. "I was about six years old
the first time," she said. "I was taking after-school modern
dance lessons from Mrs. Curdy and Mom had to pick me up
every day. One day, she was busy with something at work, so
she called a taxicab to pick me up and take me home. Mrs.
Curdy walked me out to the cab and talked to the driver to
make sure he knew where I lived. The cab driver was real
young-looking and kinda cute. He smiled at me and invited me
to sit up front with him, where I could see the taxi meter. I
waved good-bye to Mrs. Curdy and hopped right in."
"He started talking to me as we pulled away, saying how cute
I looked in my dance outfit. I was just wearing a practice
leotard, but he acted like it was some recital outfit.
Anyway, as we drove along, he started to talk about how I was
a sweet little girl and he was a great big man. He said
there were lots of differences between us and he could show
me if I wanted him to." Susan looked up at me with pleading
in her eyes. "I really didn't understand what he meant!"
I reached out again to tousle her hair. "Of course you
didn't, Sue. You were only a little kid." She smiled up at
me and seemed to relax as she resumed the story.
"Anyway, I didn't understand what he was offering to 'show'
me, but I guess I wanted to be polite to an adult, so I said
sure. He gave me an even bigger grin and pulled right off
the street into that parking garage over on Willow Street.
As he drove up the ramp to the empty rooftop, he said we'd
stop there for just a second while he showed me what he was
talking about. He said he'd even give me a chance to find
out all I wanted to know and to help him with the show."
"As we pulled onto the roof of the garage, the sun was making
it real bright in the front seat of the cab. He pushed the
seat way back and turned to face me. He was still smiling at
me and seemed real friendly. He was talking a lot and saying
that men and girls were different in lots of ways, but that
there was one way that was most important. Then he unzipped
his pants and pulled out his thing!"
"I was real scared then," said Susan. "I just knew that Mom
and Dad wouldn't think it was right for me to be looking at
that, so I shut my eyes. But he just kept talking, saying
that not very many little girls got such a good chance to see
how a man was made. He also said hardly any girls my age
ever got a chance to see a grown-up man's 'dick.' My eyes
were still closed, but I guess my curiosity was bigger than
my fright, so I opened my eyes a little bit to see what was
going on."
"The cab driver's thing was sticking straight up in the air,
like a fat flagpole coming right out of his pants. He was
touching it all over, kinda trailing his fingers up and down
and all around, especially on the end. He was looking at me
and his smile was bigger than ever, too. He asked me if I
liked to look at his 'dick' and I said 'I guess so,' but just
so I wouldn't make him mad. Then he said I could touch it if
I wanted to, but I said 'No thanks' and kinda pulled up into
a ball over by my door."
"He seemed to realize I was scared, then, and his eyes got
real sad and he said that I shouldn't be afraid. He said he
wouldn't touch me and he would take me right home as soon as
he showed me how a grown-up man 'gets rid of a hard-on.' I
sorta brightened up then, because there seemed to be some way
to get this all over with. I guess he must have seen me
relax, because that big smile returned to his face and he
said I was a 'terrific little girl.'"
"Then he told me to look closely at his 'dick' and notice how
big and strong it was. Despite myself, I looked down to see
that his thing had gotten even bigger, and the end was now
all swollen and purple. It looked kinda gross and scarey.
He took his hand off it for a moment, spit into his hand, and
smeared the spit all over the big old thing. I remember
thinking to myself that it was nearly as long as the ruler in
my schoolbox. While his hand was off it, I could see it was
jumping around just like yours."
Impatient to hear the rest, I said, "Every guy's cock jumps
when it's hard. Go ahead with the story."
"Well, next he wanted me to show him something. He said he
wouldn't touch me, but seeing my 'pussy' would help him get
rid of his stiffness. I remember wondering at first if he
was talking about somebody's pet cat, but he pointed at my
thing." My sister blushed and corrected herself, "I mean he
pointed to my cunt."
"Of course, I told him right away that I wouldn't show it to
him. But he smiled at me and said he could already see that
I had a fat little pussy because my dancing tights showed
him. When I looked down, I could see it was true. You could
see the crack real clear, and all my moving around on the
seat of the cab had kind of crammed a bunch of the material
up the crack in my bottom. Now I was real embarrassed. Then
the cab driver said that I had already showed him my 'pussy'
so I had nothing to lose. He said if I pulled the crotch of
my tights over to one side, he could tell me what color hair
I would someday have on it."
"I realize now that he was just saying something to get me to
uncover my cunt," Susan said, blushing anew at saying the new
word. "But I was only then beginning to understand that
someday I would have hair on my thing like Mom had. I was
curious. But mostly, I just wanted to get home."
"Anyway, I just reached down and pulled the stretch fabric
over to one side. My legs weren't wide open or anything, but
he could see the outside of my slit. When I looked back over
at him, I saw his hand was moving real fast as he pumped his
fist up and down his big wet thing. He was looking at my
cunt like it was the most interesting object in the world.
Actually, I was sorta proud to be so fascinating to a grown
man. In fact, I forgot he was supposed to be telling what
color hair I would have by my cunt, because about then I
noticed the end of his big thing was beginning to drool out
some kind of white stuff."
"When he saw that I was looking hard at his thing, he began
to talk real fast about what a great little kid I was to be
showing him my 'naked little pussy' while he 'jacked off his
big old dick' for me. As I looked up from his pounding thing
to his face, I was kinda scared at how red his face had
gotten. His eyes were kinda shining as he looked in between
my legs. As I watched, he gave a big groan, shut his eyes,
and told me to look at his 'dick.'
"By now, I mostly wanted to find out what happened next. I
was real surprised when I looked down at his big thing to see
that he had taken his hand off of it. Standing up there by
itself, I could see all kinds of gross veins running up and
down this big, red thing that looked sorta like it didn't
even belong to the guy. Suddenly, he kinda lifted his bottom
off the seat and made a groaning sound. Then, gobs of white
stuff started to come out of the end of his dick. It looked
like the paste glue we used to make in kindergarten. The
first blobs shot way into the air and all the rest kinda
squished out in little pumping waves. There was a lot of
that stuff he had to clean off the steering wheel and the
seat before he could take me home."
"He told me I couldn't ever tell anybody about what he showed
me, because little kids aren't supposed to learn about this
until later. I know now that he just got his kicks
masturbating in front of a little girl."
Suddenly grinning at me, Susan said, "But now that I'm safe
with my big brother, I want to rub your dick until you squirt
your stuff while you play with my itchy cunt."
Chapter IV
Peeking Through the Window
Although I was really tempted to get back to exploring her
little pussy and my cock was jumping at my sister's
purposefully nasty talk, I remembered that Susan had told me
that she had seen other cocks "a couple of times." So I said,
"Well, maybe. But first tell me about all the other times
you've seen a man's peter."
To help convince her, I reached down between her legs and
gave the wet crack between her hairless pussy lips a quick
caress. Susan looked down at her crotch as I did it, and
grinned up at me lewdly as she hunched her naked cunt
hungrily into my hand.
"OK," she said. "But there's only one other, if you don't
count all the times I saw your little thing in the bathtub
when we were younger."
Now it was my turn to blush. "No, I'm talking about when you
might have seen a hard dick."
"Yeah, there was one more time, but that time the man didn't
show it to me. I peeked. I was playing over at Linda
Haseltine's house one day when her daddy came rushing into
the living room. He was really mad because Linda's big
sister had left her bike in the driveway and he had almost
run over it. He told Linda's sister she would have to 'get
some licks' for forgetting to put her bicycle away."
"Linda put her finger up to her lips, in the 'hush' sign and
motioned that I should follow her as she headed toward the
kitchen. When we got outside the house, she told me her
daddy was always giving her older sister 'some licks' and
that it was fun to watch. Motioning me to follow, she went
around the corner and began to climb a tree right next to the
house. I was worried about getting my dress dirty, but I
followed her."
"As I climbed up to the limb where Linda was sitting, I found
out we could see right into Mr. and Mrs. Haseltine's bedroom.
We couldn't hear anything through the glass, but we could see
that Mr. Haseltine was still yelling at Linda's sister. She
was about twelve years old. Then, he pulled out a bench from
Mrs. Haseltine's vanity and sat down on it, kinda sideways to
the window we were watching through."
"He was still talking to Linda's sister and he sort of
motioned her to come over to him. I was real surprised to
see her pull her dress up as she stepped forward. Then,
while he was still talking to her real angry, Mr. Haseltine
reached out to pull her panties down until they hung around
her knees! He pushed her hands higher, so her dress kind of
hid her eyes. Then I noticed he kinda leaned forward like he
was staring at her cunt."
"Linda leaned over on the branch and whispered to me that her
sister was gonna get a whipping and that I should watch her
father's hand real close. I didn't see what the big deal was
about watching a spanking, but I kinda liked peeking in on
someone who didn't know you were watching."
"As we watched, Linda's daddy plunked her big sister down
across his lap, with her bottom facing the window. Mr.
Haseltine raised his hand and gave her a smack on the bottom.
As he raised his hand again, Linda's sister squirmed with
pain and opened and closed her legs so I could see the pink
skin on the inside of her cunt and some dark hair all around
it. Mr. Haseltine hit her again and again, and I could see
that her bottom was starting to turn red."
"He kept on spanking her for about a minute. Then, Linda
poked me in the side and told me to watch closely. I could
see that Mr. Haseltine was apparently through with the
whipping and was looking real closely at Linda's sister's
bottom. As she continued to roll around on his lap in pain,
I was surprised to see him rub his hand all over her bottom,
like he was soothing the burning there. Then he kinda turned
his hand and started to bore his finger into her bottom-
hole!"
"Linda whispered that her daddy sometimes put his finger in
her bottom, too. She said he told her he was checking to see
if she had wiped herself good enough. I was real shocked to
hear about that."
"Back in the bedroom, Mr. Haseltine took his finger out of
Linda's sister's bottom hole and spread her legs while she
was still laying across his lap. He started running his
fingers up and down her crack and then he put his finger
right inside her cunt! He kept it there for a few seconds,
and I couldn't see what else he might have been doing."
"All of a sudden, he picked up Linda's sister, and pointed
out of his bedroom. I could see that she was still crying as
she hobbled out the door, with both hands rubbing her bottom
and her underpants around her knees. Mr. Haseltine closed
the door and I started to get down from the tree, but Linda
pulled me back on the branch and told me to watch what
happens next."
"When I got back on the branch and looked in the window
again, I saw Mr. Haseltine was taking off his pants. He had
on those striped shorts things that old men wear. Then, with
his back to the window, he took off his shorts. I was real
surprised to see that his bottom was nearly covered with
thick black hair."
"As Linda and I watched, Mr. Haseltine turned toward the door
where his daughter had just been and began to stroke his
thing, which was sticking out straight from his body. It
didn't seem to be as big as the cab driver's, but I guess
that guy had a pretty big dick. Linda whispered that pretty
soon some white stuff would squirt out. I thought about
telling her that I had already seen that, but remembered that
I wasn't supposed to tell anybody about the cab driver."
"I guess I knew what to expect, but it sure didn't take Mr.
Haseltine long to do it. He just moved his hand up and down
his thing about twenty times, grabbed a handkerchief off the
bed, and squirted a bunch of stuff into the hanky. He kinda
shook all over his body, wiped off his thing and started to
put his clothes on again."
"I was gonna get down then, but Linda told me to watch what
she could do. She sorta squirmed around on the tree limb
until she was sitting facing me, with both feet on the limb
and her skirt bunched up around her waist. She was smiling
real big and then she reached down between her legs and
started stuffing her underpants into her hole!"
Susan's eyes got wide as she described this curious scene. I
could tell that even now, years later, she just didn't quite
understand what she saw that day. "Linda told me she was
gonna be ready," Susan said. "She said that some day her
daddy would give her a good spanking and she had been
practicing so he could stick his finger inside of her, too."
"I said I didn't get it and why would anyone want to get a
spanking. Linda said her sister had told her that it hurt at
first, but then it felt like the best thing in the world,
even with the sting of the spanking. Linda said her sister
now did things on purpose to make her daddy mad, whenever she
knew her mother was going to be late in getting home. Then
he would give her a spanking and put his finger in her hole."
"Linda pulled her underpants out of her hole and pulled the
crotch over to one side so I could see. I leaned over on the
branch to see better and noticed that Linda's pants were
sorta wet, like she had peed in them. But mostly, I noticed
that Linda's thing was all red on the inside. She spread her
legs wider and put her finger all the way inside. Then she
told me I had to show her mine and see if a finger would fit
inside."
"I felt a little funny and I was scared of falling out of the
tree. I was also afraid that Mr. Haseltine would look out
his window and see us fooling around. But, when I looked in
the window, I saw him buckle his belt and walk out of the
bedroom. So I moved around into the same kind of position
that Linda had used and pulled my underpants out of the way.
Linda leaned forward and stared at my thing."
"She told me to go ahead, so I felt around to see if I could
put my finger inside. I couldn't do it, and Linda acted like
she felt sorry for me. She tried to put her finger inside,
but it hurt. She said that I should try it in the bathtub,
and pretty soon I would be able to do what she could do."
"Then we heard her father's car leaving, and Linda told me to
follow her real fast. She got down out of the tree in a
second and told me to hurry up as I moved as fast as I could.
When I got down, Linda ran into the house and up the stairs.
As soon as I caught up to her, she took my hand, pushed open
the door to her sister's room and walked in, pulling me
along."
"Linda's sister was lying on her back in bed, with a sheet
covering her. From the way the sheet made a tent shape, I
could tell she had her knees up and wide apart. Linda told
her I wanted to see her do it and that I wouldn't tell
anybody. Her sister kinda looked at me funny and then kicked
off the sheet, never taking her hands from between her legs.
She had her dress all bunched around her waist and her legs
were spread wide apart."
"Linda told me to look real close to see how her sister
'rubbed her button.' I leaned over to see that one of her
hands was holding her hairy lips apart, while two fingers of
her other hand were dipping inside her hole and then rubbing
a big red bump at the top of her pussy. Her whole bottom was
still bright pink from the spanking, but she didn't seem to
be in any pain. It was like Linda and I weren't even there,
as she bumped her hips up and down and rolled her head all
over the bed. Linda told me it felt real good to her sister
and now it sorta felt good to her, even though she hadn't had
a spanking. I looked over at Linda and she had her skirt
pulled up and her underpants were down around her knees while
she pushed a finger in and out of her pussy real fast.
Linda's sister kinda shook all over then, and stuck her
fingers way deep inside her hole. Linda kept on screwing her
finger in and out. I was feeling kind of funny, like maybe I
should be doing something with my pussy, too. But in a few
minutes her sister looked over at us and told us to go play
somewhere else."
"A few days later, Linda talked me into putting my finger
inside her hole while she 'rubbed her button.' She was over
at our house, and we closed my bedroom door while she took
off her jeans and her underpants. She laid down on the floor
with her legs open real wide and pulled her hole wide open.
I was kinda shy about the whole thing, but Linda told me to
just put a finger inside of her. So I leaned over and pushed
my pointing finger right in the middle of her cunt and it
slid right in. It was tight around my finger and kinda hot.
Linda said I had it in good and deep, and she let go of the
sides of her thing then and started to rub the top, right
where her sister had that big bump. I could see that Linda
had a little bump there and I wondered it I had one too.
Later, in the bathtub, I found out I had a bump and it felt
sorta good to rub soap suds all over it."
"When Linda told me to, I sorta moved my finger all around
inside and she said that felt real nice. She told me to move
it in and out some and I did that too. But then we heard Mom
coming upstairs so she jumped up and put her pants back on."
"Linda told me I should keep trying to open up my hole so I
could feel good like she did. At first, I couldn't do it,
even in the bathtub, but now I can," said Susan, reaching
down to her open crotch and sliding her middle finger neatly
into her gaping hairless cunt.
"So," said Susan, finger-fucking herself while I watched
wide-eyed. "Now can I rub your thing -- I mean your dick?"
Chapter V
Brother and Sister
By now, my blood was boiling. For some reason, the idea of
my little sister showing her naked pussy to other people --
even little Linda Haseltine -- was a super turn-on for me.
And seeing Susan's finger slide in and out of her little-girl
twat was blowing my mind. My prick was hard as a crowbar and
was feeling painfully constrained by my jockstrap and
athletic shorts.
But I was concerned that letting her play with my dick might
jeopardize the fiction that I had her under my control
because I'd caught her playing with herself. Finally, I
said, "OK, but you have to do what I tell you to do. This
will be an educational experience for you."
Susan rolled her eyes at this, because our Dad was always
labeling things we didn't want to do "educational
experiences." But she just said, "Fine with me" and
increased the speed of the in-and-out motion of her finger in
her own pussy. Her eyes were glued to my crotch.
All of a sudden, I was enjoying her anticipation. Slowly and
teasingly, I reached into the leg of my shorts and freed my
cock and balls from the restraint of my jockstrap. Now my
hard dick pressed against the thin nylon of my athletic
shorts. When I looked up at Susan, I was surprised to see a
thin film of sweat on her upper lip. Her eyes were
protruding as she stared at the quivering outline of my
member. Her finger-fucking had slowed, too.
Enjoying her fascination, I told her, "You can uncover it, if
you want."
Susan lost no time. Taking her finger from her cunt, she
quickly used both hands to pull aside my shorts to release my
pulsing ramrod. I was really proud when she said, "Oh,
Steve, you've really got a neat one! And you have hair all
around it!"
But as she reached for my cock, I suddenly got concerned.
"You gotta be gentle," I said. "You can hurt a guy if you
grab his dick too hard. And that's even more so for his
balls."
Susan got a little pouty look on her face as she said, "Hey,
dumb-head, do you think I don't know anything?" Then she
moved her hand almost reverently to my throbbing pole. Her
small hand wrapped around the pulsing muscle and gave it a
gentle squeeze. "Oooo," she said, "it's so soft and hard and
hot, all at the same time!"
Leaving my little sister to her exploration of my dick, I
leaned back down to look at her pussy. I was particularly
interested to learn if my bigger finger would fit inside her
tiny hole. Susan had relaxed from her thighs-wide posture as
she reached for my cock, so I gently nudged her legs open
again. She needed no second suggestion, for her legs flew
wide open at my first touch. For some reason, the contrast
of the smooth, powdery hairless pussy lips with the wet, pink
insides looked good enough to eat. However, although I had
heard about eating pussy, I didn't want to try it, especially
with my sister!
But touching her was something else again. I returned to my
slow, feathery, up-and-down caress, just barely touching the
bright pink inner lips of Susan's pussy. I was immediately
rewarded with soft brushing caresses up and down my quivering
cock. With the fingers of one hand, I pulled open the
curtains of Susan's cuntlips. I was sort of surprised to
find that there was no "hole" there, but just more pink
flesh. But I noticed that the bump at the top of her pussy
lips was now pulling back to reveal a shiny red knob. In my
urgency to find out about how a clitoris feels, I pressed a
finger directly on the newly-exposed clit-knob.
I was dismayed when Susan suddenly slammed her legs shut and
sat up with a cry. "Oh, please, Steve," she said, "don't
touch me right there. It's too sensitive." But I was
reassured when she told me it felt great when you rubbed all
around it. I asked her to show me what she meant.
Susan smiled shyly and relaxed back on the bed. With one
hand still holding my pecker, she reached down with the
other, extending her middle finger to rest just above where
the ridge of her clit began. As she turned her head to stare
at the jerking hunk of brotherly flesh in her other hand, her
finger began a rhythmic circular motion all around the hump
of her clit. I could see that this motion made her red bump
peep out again and again from its fleshy home, sort of like
it was being jacked off.
As I looked down at her, I couldn't believe my good luck.
After wishing with Tim that I could someday have a girl who
would let me touch her, now I had a little fourth-grade girl
who was holding my dick while she showed me how she
masturbated! I told Susan to keep on jerking herself off an
to start jerking me off.
As her hand began to move up and down my cock, I moved my
hand underneath her twirling clit-massage. With my middle
finger, I searched for the hidden hole into which she had
stuck her finger earlier. As Susan realized what I was
doing, she spread her legs wider and started to pump my peter
faster. With this added help, my finger found its target
mysteriously hidden away in the folds of her pussy.
Carefully, I started to insert my finger, and Susan began to
go crazy.
"Oh, Steve!" she cried. "That feels wonderful! Your finger
is so fat it just fills me up. And your dick is starting to
leak some stuff on my hand!"
Naturally, she didn't have to tell me that, because I could
feel that I was going to be cumming pretty quick. Although
her naked little pussy was gripping my finger tightly, I
began to jiggle it in and out. I couldn't really move my
finger in and out as fast as I had seen Susan move hers, but
I could tell she appreciated the new sensation.
Looking down at the little nipples jiggling on the chest of
my naked ten-year-old sister as she moved her little hand up
and down my cock while she masturbated with my finger inside
her, I just got so excited I shot my load right into the air.
As the hot liquid landed on her chest, Susan joined me in
climax, moving her finger in a blur over her clit as she
arched her back so I could get my finger a little deeper in
her hairless pussy.
Just at that moment, we both froze, because we heard the
sound of gravel as Mom and Dad pulled into the driveway. In
a flurry of guilty activity, I grabbed up my clothes and ran
into my room, while Susan shut her door.
We were both real scared that we would get caught, so I guess
that's why we both acted as though it had never happened. In
the next few weeks, even when we were alone, I resisted the
temptation to play with my sister, and she never said a word
about it, either.
Chapter VI
My Best Friend's Sister
In the weeks following that eventful afternoon, Susan and I
didn't dare repeat our experiments. In fact, she seemed to
avoid me. But, as I fucked my fist in the shower, I often
thought about fingering her little pussy and her sexy cab-
driver and daughter-spanking stories. Although her friend
Linda Haseltine was apparently ripe for some finger-fucking,
she was a real brat and I couldn't stand her.
Despite my promise of secrecy, I was tempted to tell my best
friend, Tim, about my afternoon adventure with Susan. Maybe
it's a good thing I didn't, because my first real sexual
obsession turned out to be Tim's sister, Cindy.
It all began a few weeks later at Tim's house as I walked by
Cindy's room, on my way to the bathroom. I noticed her door
was open. As I glanced inside, she was taking off her tee
shirt and wearing only a pair of panties. A year earlier, I
would have walked on by, dismissing a sister as sexually
uninteresting. Now, however, I stopped to see what I could
see. Immediately, I noticed Cindy's boyish chest now had a
pair of swelling bumps. From across the room, her swollen
nipples seemed a little bigger than Susan's, even though
Cindy was a year younger. She started to turn around and I
ducked back to avoid being seen. But she wasn't heading for
the door, just turning to walk into the bathroom that
separated her room from Tim's.
A few moments later, she walked back into view without a
stitch on. I only got a brief glimpse of her hairless little
pussy as she crossed my field of view, but my cock really
snapped to attention, nearly bursting the zipper on my jeans.
I quickly walked into Tim's room and closed the door enough
to hide behind and peer back into the hall. A minute later,
Cindy came out in her bathing suit and headed downstairs.
I continued my trip into the bathroom that Tim and Cindy
shared. And there, dangling from the hamper, was the
underwear Cindy had just removed. Without thinking, I picked
them up and examined them. For some reason, it was exciting
to me that her panties were little-girl style --a flowery
cotton print with lace around the legs.
Suddenly, I was seized with an inspiration. Unzipping my
jeans, I wrapped her panties around my throbbing cock. I was
astounded at how the contrast of her schoolgirl underwear
against my red and rigid tool made me so hot I felt like I
would melt! With only a few strokes, I felt my balls begin
to contract in preparation for a tremendous orgasm. I spread
Cindy's underpants across my left hand as I continued to
piston my peter through my right fist. My knees nearly gave
way as I spurted jet after jet of thick white jism across the
crotch of her panties. Guiltily, I wadded the soaking cloth
into a ball and buried it at the bottom of the hamper. As I
did so, I found another pair of her used underpants, which I
stuffed in my pocket for later contemplation and
masturbation.
From then on, whenever I jerked off, there was almost always
a pair of Cindy's panties that I had stolen from the clothes
hamper in their bathroom that I would use to shoot my gooey
teenage cum into. Then I would sneak them back into the
hamper next time I was there.
Whenever I looked at Cindy, I wondered if she was wearing a
pair of panties that at one time had held my semen. After I
had done this quite a few times, I was almost sure she was.
I became obsessed with the idea that it was too bad they had
been washed. Nevertheless, the thought that this naive nine-
year-old girl was walking around with the remains of my sex
juices rubbing against her hairless little cunt aroused me
tremendously. I couldn't stop thinking about the remains of
my cock juice millimeters away from her virginal pink canal.
I decided there was nothing I wouldn't do to see her in a
pair of those panties. Or, especially, to see her remove a
pair of those panties and expose her naked little pussy to me
while I jerked off in front of her. Increasingly, any time I
jerked my cock, I became immersed in fantasy visions of Cindy
pulling down her underpants to let me see her immature little
pussy. I dreamed that she would slowly pull them down in
front, revealing at first the fat, bald lips on either side
of her virginal crease. I imagined that then, with a shy
smile at me from beneath her blonde bangs and an embarrassed
glance at my pounding penis, she would reach between her legs
and pull her naked pussy lips apart to show me the glistening
insides of her little-girl cunt.
For some reason, this fantasy of an innocent little girl
showing me her bald treasure was far more exciting than the
pictures of wide-open, hairy cunts available in every
Penthouse magazine that Tim and I ogled at the downtown
magazine stands. Later, I refined these images with the help
of Susan's story of Linda Haseltine's demonstration and
imagined Cindy putting on a pair of underpants wet with my
jism and then stuffing the wet fabric into her hairless
little hole under my hot gaze.
My shoot-offs with these fantasies were spine-shattering.
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