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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 a story called CEST2.TXT by Steve Jensen, from Rusty and Edie's
BBS.  If explicit sex bothers you, please read no further.]
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1.   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.
2.  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!"
3.  Susan and the Cab Driver

I couldn't imagine why Susan would say it "wasn't her fault," so I tempo-
rarily 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."
4.  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?"
5.  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 and 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.