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 Copyright (c) 2004, Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved



   Story_codes: (bg, oral, mast, inc, shave, body odour, sweat, puberty,
1st, cons)
Story_intro: Charlie discovers that his little sister Suzy is begining
to grow up.  She learns

   that he is too.



   Clayton's Kids - Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow

   Copyright (C) Clayton 2004.

   By Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net> Or Clayton <clyaton@mrdouble.com>

   G'day.  Back again.  With another tale that will have you cursing me. 
<I hope>
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity described herein
was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place late at
night when I was alone in bed.  I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of
pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.  Besides, I derive much
pleasure from the company of children, playing with them or simply watching
them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily heightened
sense of pleasure.

   If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell you
to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to ignore me, so
don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you in possession of this
document or your cum causes your space bar to stop working.

   If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country, then
see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of "parents".

   If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any other
such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as much as
possible.  People like you who would force others to fit your narrow minded
little world views are a blight upon the landscape.  My personal philosophy
is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie.  anyone should feel free to do and think
as they please such that their actions do not adversely impact on the lives
of others.

   Oh, and to those couple of authors who have seen fit to 'borrow' my
disclaimer.  I don't really mind that you have done so, and in fact I'm a
little bit flattered.  However, it would have been nice of you to ask
first.



   Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow.

   Written by Clayton



   "Eew gross!" Charlie cried as his little sister finally succeeded in
pinning him to the floor of the rumpus room.  She might have been eighteen
months younger than him, but she very nearly matched him in height,
furthermore, she made up for any deficiencies with buzz-saw ferocity.

   He never wanted to get into a real fight with Suzy, back in second
grade, she'd made a real bloody mess of a sixth-grader twice her size who
had been bullying one of the 'little kids' as she put it, and she'd only
gotten meaner and bigger in the two years since.  However, these wrestling
games they played were fun, and provided she played within the rules (rules
that they had established after one set of slightly bruised testicles, and
a few other assorted minor mayhems they had committed on one and other)
They tended to be fairly evenly matched.

   Recently, the games had been fun for a new, and exhilarating, if
somewhat embarrassing reason.  He didn't know why, but getting close to his
little sister like this, particularly in one of the extended bouts where
neither one of them could gain and hold an advantage, caused his cock to
grow big and throb delightfully.  He enjoyed the feelings, but was also
deathly afraid that it might be noticed.  It had happened to one of the
boys in his class at school, and everybody had laughed at him and teased
him for days.

   "What's gross?" Suzy demanded, not letting up the pressure for an
instant.  She'd learned long since, that such apparent non-sequiturs were
often precursors to attempts at escape, though in recent months, he hadn't
been doing it as much.  Oh, he would fight as hard as ever until she won,
but rather than struggle as he used to, once pinned, he now would wait
until she chose to let him rise.

   Then she realised that his nose was pressing into her side, just below
her armpit, and she giggled.  "I'll show you gross.  Sniff this!" With
that, she pushed his nose deep into her armpit.

   "Eew yuck!" Charlie cried, the words were marred by a sudden change in
register, and further mangled by having his lips mashed flat by her ribs.
"I meant you've got you've got hair under your arm."

   "Bull shit!  No way!" she cried, "You're just trying to get away.  Just
give up ya wimp and I'll let you go."

   Charlie was just about to do that, when he got an idea.  Sure it was
pretty gross, but not really, and they'd only had their showers about and
hour previously.  He stuck out his tongue and licked the cup of his little
sister's armpit.

   She let out a blood curdling shriek at the unexpected, and very wet
contact, and the next thing she knew, Charlie was sitting astride her
floating ribs, one of his large hands pinning both her wrists above her
head.  "No bullshit.  Yes way." he told her stunned face.  "There's three
on this side, and six on the other."

   "Hey no tickling." she squeaked as she watched his fingers move towards
her highly exposed armpits.

   "Not gonna." Charlie said.  "Just gonna prove to you they're there."

   He managed to catch one of the fine black hairs just emerging from the
smooth skin between thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug.

   "Ouch!" she squeaked, "That hurt!"

   "Sorry." Charlie apologised, letting her go with both hands and sitting
back on his heels.  "But do you believe me now?"

   "Yeah I believe you." she said, and suddenly giggled, "You reckon I'm
gross for having a couple of hairs, and then you lick me there."

   "It's only sweat." he replied defensively, "And it's not even old, you
just had your shower."

   "True." she admitted with a grin, "But was it legal?"

   "Yup." Charlie smirked, "It wasn't hitting, biting, or scratching, or
pinching, or pulling hair, I didn't knee you in the crack, and the only
balls you've got are metaphorical, so yeah it was legal." Hissing to
represent a cheering crowd, Charlie shook his clasped hands above his head
and proclaimed, "Winner and still champeen of the world, Charlie Foster."

   A flurry of limbs, and five seconds later, Charlie found himself once
again on his back, with Suzy's knees digging painfully into his own
armpits, as her hands pressed down on his ribs.  "Who's champeen?" she
asked with a smirk,

   "You are Suzy Floozy." he quickly admitted, knowing from prior
experience that she would grind harder and harder against the taut tendons
beneath his arms until he did give in.

   She immediately relaxed the pressure until it was no longer painful, but
did not immediately let him up.  "How come you called me that?" she asked,
"Nobody's called me that in ages."

   "I dunno." he replied, "It just came out."

   "Oh." she said, releasing his hands and sliding down to sit on his
stomach, reclining against his legs as he automatically raised them to give
her a backrest.  "I guess you can call me that if you like.  But only in
private O.K."

   "Whatever you reckon, Suzy Coozie." he grinned.

   "Hey!" she protested loudly, :"I know what that means."

   "It wouldn't be an insult if you didn't" Charlie smirked.

   With a sniff, Suzy pushed herself to her feet.  "Come on, I wanna see if
I can see them in the mirror."

   "What do you need me for?" Charlie asked.

   "I wanna see if you're getting them too," She replied, "and the light's
better in there."

   "Of course I've got them." Charlie declaimed loudly, "I'm two years
older than you."

   "One and a half." Suzy corrected automatically, "And besides, it doesn't
matter.  Everyone knows girls mature faster than boys.  I bet you haven't
got one single hair."

   "Do too." Charlie returned, "You know I shave." He also had new hair
growing elsewhere, but he wasn't going to let his little sister know that.
She'd probably want to see it, and then she'd see that damned stiffy that
always seemed to pick the most inopportune moments to appear.

   "Yeah once a week, and it's just bum fluff anyway." Suzy giggled. 
"Still, that's another reason.  You can show me how to shave it off."

   "Oh all right." Charlie finally acceded, allowing himself to be pulled
to his feet.  "You'll just nag me until I do anyway."

   "I don't nag." Suzy giggled, "I'm just very, very persuasive."

   "Yeah right." her big brother said sarcastically.

   "Come on." Ignoring his words, she towed him by the hand into the
bathroom, not releasing him until the door was closed behind them.

   Turning to face the full length mirror on the back of the door, she
twisted side on to it and curled her arm over the top of her head to expose
her right armpit.  "Wow you're right." she cried excitedly.  Using the
fingers of her left hand she teased the half dozen barely visible hairs she
found there.

   After examining her left armpit in the same fashion, she turned to face
her big brother.  "O.K.  take your shirt off so I can see if you've got
any."

   Charlie felt faintly embarrassed at this request, not understanding why,
since he'd never felt that way before.  He hesitated for a moment too long,
and Suzy started tugging at his shirt, trying to get it of him herself.

   "O..K., O.K." he protested, backing away from her.  "Just give me a
sec."

   "Well hurry up then." Suzy told him impatiently.

   "I'm hurrying." he cried as he drew his t-shirt off over his head.  "I'm
hurrying."

   "Well get your arms up," she ordered, once he was shirtless.

   Flushing faintly pink, Charlie complied.  Ducking her head, Suzy peered
at the area exposed beneath his right arm.  "Wow!" she exclaimed you've got
heaps, "But they're really faint and I can hardly see them."

   "That's because I'm blond Dummy." Charlie said.

   "I know that stupid." Suzy fired back, "Hey you're getting them on your
chest too."

   "I am?" Charlie asked proudly peering down at himself.

   "Yeah." she replied, stroking just inside his right nipple, giving him a
tiny thrill he did not understand, "But you gotta look right up close,
they're really, really tiny, and they're nearly white."

   "Oh yeah!" he breathed, "I can see them too now."

   Having satisfied her curiosity, Suzy quickly turns to the next task on
her agenda.  "Come on get your razor and stuff, and show me how to shave
mine off."

   It only took Charlie a few seconds to retrieve a new razor, the can of
shaving foam, and the tube of moisturising lotion he knew their mother used
on her legs in place of aftershave.  Handing Suzy the can of foam, he said,
"Here you put this on.  If I do it' I'll tickle you."

   "Just a sec." she said, "I don't want to get it on my shirt." Saying
this, she stripped off the tank top she was wearing, not caring that he
could now see her nipples.  She didn't even think about it, since she often
wore nothing but her knickers (and up until a few months previously,
nothing at all) in front of him in the mornings when they were getting
ready for school, or in the evenings when they were getting ready for bed.

   Taking the can from her brother, she squirted far too much foam into the
palm of her hand.  Giggling, she said, "It's just like mousse.  A tiny bit
turns into heaps." Chucking most of what filled her hand into the sink, she
used the remainder to lather up her armpits, and turned the right one to
her brother.  "O.K.  show me how to do it."

   "Well first of all, you've gotta do it soft or you'll cut yourself."
Charlie told her, "and it works better if the razor's hot too." He turned
on the hot tap in the basin, and wetted the razor in the stream, once the
water was hot.  "Now don't move." he cautioned her, and laid the heated
razor against her skin and drew it downwards through the foam, whilst Suzy
bit on her lip to keep from giggling.  Two more strokes, and her armpit was
clear of both foam and hair.

   "Now let me try." Suzy said taking the razor from him.  She wetted it,
and a trifle clumsily copied his actions.

   Whilst she was thus occupied, and he was freed from having to
concentrate on what he was doing, Charlie watched his sister.  His eyes
wandered away from the creamy lather smeared beneath her arm and fixed upon
the tiny tan nipple a few centimeters away.  Immediately he realised that
hair was not the only new growth his little nine [and a half - Suzy] year
old sister was experiencing.  He compared it with the one on the other side
and was shocked to discover that this one looked no different to hi own. 
The one on her left definitely stood out in a tiny dome that extended
beyond the boundaries of her nipple, but the one on the right, was just as
definitely still perfectly flat.  He wondered if there was something wrong
with her.

   "There done." Suzy announced, cutting through his reverie.  Less than
half an hour after Charlie's initial discovery, Suzy's armpits were as bare
of hair as they had been up until only days previously.

   "Suzy?" Charlie asked concernedly, "Is there something wrong with your
boobs?"

   "Huh?" Suzy stared down at herself in confusion.  "What do you mean?"

   "Well one's swollen up and the other one isn't." he replied, "Maybe you
better get Mum to take you to the doctor or something."

   "Hey you're right." she squealed, sounding not at all worried.  "My
boobs are starting to grow too.  Well at least one is." She finishes with a
giggle.

   "But shouldn't the both be growing together?" he asked, still sounding
worried.

   "Nah." Suzy reassured him, "Mum said that might happen." She pinched
what she could of her right nipple, making the little bump in the center
stiffen and stand outwards.  "This one'll catch up in a week or two."

   The realisation that his little sister was getting real boobs, caused a
different type of growth to happen inside Charlie's pants, distracting him,
and causing him to feel sudden, acute embarrassment.  And in his
embarrassment he missed his sister's next actions and words.

   "Charlie!" The level of exasperation in her voice told him that this was
probably the third or fourth time she had called him.

   "Huh?" he mumbled looking up, "What?"

   Her next words flew right over the top of his head too, because his
little sister was now standing there in nothing but her undies, and she had
these drawn down to the tops of her thighs, exposing a split mound of pale
creamy flesh a little smaller than his clenched fist.

   This time nothing penetrated his suddenly vacant skull.  It wasn't until
she pulled her knickers back up to cover her crack, that she was able to
get his attention, and even then she had to kick him in the shin.  "You can
stare all you want to later." she told him, causing his stomach, (and other
things) to lurch, "But I wanna ask you something first."

   "Uh, yeah, what?" he managed to mumble, tearing his eyes away from the
blinding expanse of white cotton, through which he was sure he could still
see the outline of her, (even in his mind he whispered the word) her cunt.

   "I said." Suzy replied sounding exasperated, "Mum told you, you had to
keep shaving your beard to make it grow better didn't she?"

   "Yeah so?"

   "So I'm getting hairs down there on my cu-uh-crack too." Suzy said, "And
if you shave them off for me, they'll grow faster.  And if you keep doing
it till the holidays, and then if you stop, when I go back to school I'll
have heaps.  I don't know anyone in my grade that's got any yet, so if I
come back after the holidays with a real big patch all the other girls will
be sooo jealous."

   Poor Charlie's cock was throbbing like a bee had stung it, and though he
did not know it yet, his internal organs were rapidly maturing, and even as
his sister spoke, they were preparing his first ever load of spunk.  But he
was not yet aware of these changes within himself, all he knew was that his
little sister was willing to let him look at her cunt all he wanted.  Not
only that, she wanted him to shave it.  She wanted him to touch it.  He
couldn't believe this was happening.

   "Well?" she asked hands on hips, having once again resorted to applying
her (fortunately bare) toes to his shin.

   "Uh I can't." he mumbled, "What if Mum finds out?"

   "How's she gonna find out?" Suzy asked, "She's at work until midnight,
and it isn't even eight o'clock yet.  Are you gonna tell her?"

   "No way!" Charlie ejaculated.

   "So what's the problem?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to look at my
crack, you were staring at it hard enough a minute ago."

   "I uh, I do want to see it again." Charlie admitted, "But if you want me
to shave it I'll have to touch it too."

   "Oh scaredy cat from Ballarat." Suzy taunted him, "I just had a shower,
and I haven't peed since, but if you're scared I'll wash it again for you
first."

   "Uh that's not it." Charlie said, red faced, "I know it's clean and all
that, But I guess I am scared.  What if I, uh, cut you or something?  Can't
you do it?"

   "Huh?" she sniffs, "I probably would cut it.  I can hardly see it at
all, and you can see all of it up close.  Besides I've only used the razor
once, and you've been doin' it for weeks.  Maybe later after I've practiced
on you for a bit I can do it, but I want to start right now, so I can make
it grow as much as possible.  So will you do it for me?  Please?  Pretty
please with sugar on it, and a cherry on top?"

   "I suppose." Charlie answered slowly, but with real reluctance.  It
wasn't that he didn't want to do it.  He felt that he wanted to too much.
However, he also knew that it was wrong, and that there'd be hell to pay if
they were caught.  Worse still would be the teasing, if anyone at school
found out.  Whilst girls were no longer the anathema they'd been in
previous years, she was two years younger than him, [a year and a half -
Suzy] and worse still she was his sister.  His life would be over if the
story ever got out,

   "You don't sound like you want to do it." Suzy said accusingly.

   "I do." Charlie answered, "But if the kids at school ever find out, I
might as well kill myself."

   "They won't." Suzy reassured him.  "I guess the best way is if I lie
down on the floor and put my legs apart."

   "I guess." Charlie agreed.

   "But I think I'm gonna have to pee first." She giggled.  "I don't think
you want me doing that on your hands.  Don't worry, I'll wash it after."

   "O.K." Charlie said, turning to open the door, "Tell me when you're
ready."

   "Where are you going?" Suzy asked with a giggle, stripping her undies
off completely, and standing before him totally nude.  "It's not like you
haven't seen me pee before.  Remember when we were little and we'd make our
pee go together in the shower."

   "That was ages ago." Charlie mumbled, "And remember that was why Mum
stopped us having showers together."

   "No it wasn't." Suzy giggled, "It was the time you let me hold it and
she caught me trying to aim it into the cup.  Anyway this is different. 
It's like a doctor thing or something, because you're just helping me."

   "What's that got to do me watching you pee?" Charlie asked.

   "It just seems pretty silly you going outside that's all." Suzy replied,
"But if you're going to go, you better hurry up, or I'm gonna do it down my
legs."

   "Uh, I guess I can just close my eyes." Charlie mumbled.

   "Whatever." Suzy says dismissively as she sat down on the commode, "I
don't care if you look or not."

   "I, uh, " Charlie mumbled in obvious embarrassment, "You really don't
care?"

   "That's what I said didn't I?" Suzy replied.

   "Then, um, can I, uh," he said, finishing in a rush, "Can I watch up
close.  I uh never really did see how girls did it when you were little."

   "Yeah sure." Suzy gave her permission easily, "But you better hurry up,
I'm gonna explode in a minute."

   Scarcely believing that he was doing it, Charlie hurried to kneel in
front of the toilet, pushing Suzy's knees even further apart in order to
get as close as possible.  Totally unembarrassed, Suzy reached down between
her legs with her hands and peeled the two halves of her all but hairless
little crack open.

   Inside, the flesh was almost as pink as the inside of her mouth, and it
was shiny smooth, like it had been polished.  Up near the top of her crack,
and running parallel to it, was a thick little flap of skin almost as wide
as her littlest finger, and about as long as the first joint.  It was white
along the upper surface, but shading to pink like the rest of the insides
of her crack underneath.  Further back there was what appeared to be some
sort of opening.  From sniggered conversations held behind the shelter
sheds, this must be the place where a boy put his dick, and he guessed that
this must be where the pee came out as well.

   So fascinated was he by this never before seen sight, that he was all
but oblivious to the ache in is painfully bent cock, and also of it's angry
throbbing.

   Then Suzy started peeing, and he realised that his guess had been wrong.
At first it looked like the pee was coming from the end of that flap of
skin, as if it were some sort of little dick, but he quickly realised that
it actually emerged further back, about halfway between it, and the hole at
the back, where a hitherto invisible hole had opened up.  Another thing
that surprised him was the sheer force with which her pee emerged.  The
stream was at least three times as thick as his own, and seemed to be much
faster too.  If a boy could pee like that, he would have no trouble pissing
as high as the tanks above the urinals at school, where some smart arse had
written, 'IF YOU CAN PEE ABOVE THIS LINE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT NEEDS YOU.'

   However, Charlie could also see that girls really did have an aiming
problem.  Emerging as it did from a hole flush with the rest of her body,
the stream constantly changed directions with every little movement of her
body, even hitting the tips of her fingers on a couple of occasions.  And
when she was finished, there was nothing for her to shake the last drops
from.  Instead they trickled backwards towards the hole.

   "Yuck." Suzy giggled when she was done.  Reaching for a wad of toilet
paper, she said, "Usually I only do it like that when I'm playing in the
shower, but reckoned you'd want to see inside to where it came out." She
wiped her fingers and then her crack with the paper, then as she dropped it
into the water, she said, "Will, you get me a face washer so I can clean it
properly for you?"

   "No, you just put a towel on the floor and get ready." Charlie told her,
"I'll do it.  I forgot that it works even better if you put a hot cloth on
it first."

   "Not too hot." Suzy giggled, "It's pretty sensitive down there you
know."

   "O.K." Charlie agreed.

   As Suzy laid out a towel on the tiles, Charlie rose, suppressing a groan
as he suddenly became aware of the throbbing ache in his groin. 
Surreptitiously, he adjusted his cock into a more comfortable position as
he wetted a face cloth under the hot tap of the sink.

   When he turned back to his little sister, she was lying on her back, her
legs parted to an angle of more than ninety degrees.  "Here, put this over
it." he said, handing her the heated cloth.

   She took the cloth from him, and did as he instructed, hissing slightly
at the heat on her delicate privates.  Meanwhile, Charlie filled a small
basin with hot water and, dropped to the floor between her knees.  "O.K. 
that's probably enough." he said after about half a minute, "You can put
the foam on now."

   "No, you do it.  I can hardly see where the hairs are.  You can see it
much better than me." She replied pushing the can towards him across the
tiles with a unnaturally loud rattle,

   With shaking fingers, Charlie peeled the now cooling cloth away,
revealing her damp, heat reddened mound.  Setting it aside, he peered
intently at the dozen or so tiny hairs that it was his task to remove. 
Almost jet black, they were about half a centimeter long, and plastered
flat to her skin, the started practically at the edge of her crack, where
the skin curled into it, radiating outwards so that each one looked like
the line of a little arrow pointing at that thick flap of skin.

   As he examined her he asked with a grin, "You were going to say
something else before weren't you?"

   "When?"

   "You were gonna call your crack a swearword weren't you?"

   "Uh not exactly." Suzy giggled, "I was gonna call it a cunny.  All the
girls at school call it that."

   "Oh." Charlie mumbled, "I like that, It sounds nicer than the other
word."

   "You mean cunt.?" Suzy giggled naughtily.  "Isn't that what all you boys
call it?"

   "Uh yeah." he said, his face pinking with embarrassment.

   "We do sometimes too," Suzy admitted, "but mostly we say cunny, or
sometimes fanny, except We've got this kid from America, and she keeps on
getting that mixed up with bum, so mostly we say cunny now.  She was the
one who told us that name for it anyway."

   "Well I guess I'd better hurry up, or I'm gonna have to cook your cunny
some more." Charlie joked.

   "O.K." Suzy said agreeably, wriggling her legs another few degrees
apart.

   Like his sister, Charlie squirted too much foam into his hand,
nervousness, rather than inexperience, being his excuse.  After scraping
most of it off his hand into the bowl of water, he began dabbing the
remainder ineffectually on either side of her crack.  "Ya big pussy." She
giggled, and grabbed his wrist, forcing his fingertips more firmly against
the warm rubbery folds of her almost pubescent cunny.

   To him, she seemed even hotter than the cloth when he'd given it to her.
His cock throbbed, ticking away the seconds as his biological clock raced
ever more rapidly towards the moment when he would first spew forth his
potent, life kindling seed.  But that moment was not quite upon him yet.

   He pulled his fingers from Suzy's grips, wiping them clean of foam on
the towel beside his knee.  He then takes the razor from where it has been
standing in the bowl of hot water and shakes it dry, before testing it
against the inside of his wrist.  Finding it too hot, he blows on it for a
few seconds to cool it.  Then he looks at her foam smeared cunny, wondering
how he is to do this.

   "I think I'm going to have to touch your cunny." he says hesitantly,
"That bit of skin inside your crack is sort of in the way."

   "Yeah O.K." Suzy agrees easily.  "It's called a clitty by the way."

   Charlie forces his fingers to steadiness, and gently presses that
mysterious piece of flesh to one side.  He is not sure what purpose it has,
but he's instinctively certain that it is extremely sensitive, and he does
not want to hurt his beautiful baby sister for the world.  A sharply
indrawn breath from her makes him fear that he had not been gentle enough.
Snatching his hand away, he looks anxiously into her eyes, an apology
already forming on his lips.

   However, she beats him to it, saying, "It's O.K., you didn't hurt me, it
just felt really, really weird."

   With greater confidence, he touches her again, briefly swirling the
razor in the water to re-heat it.  them holding her clitty, and other half
of her cunny out of the way, he smoothly strokes the razor across her
flesh, stripping away half of the hairs signifying his baby sister's
rapidly approaching maturity.  A shift of his fingers, and another gasp
from Suzy, then three seconds later, she was as bare as the day she was
born.

   Telling her, "Stay there." he rose and rinsed the cloth in hot water,
and then knelt to lay it flat over her freshly denuded pubis.  He did not
understand the mechanism by which the heat caused her to sweat beneath the
cloth, thus replenishing the natural moisturising oils that the shaving
foam had stripped away.  What he did know, was that the second application
of the hot cloth served to banish an irritating itch, that he otherwise
felt when he shaved himself.

   Again, when he offered Suzy the tube of moisturising gel, she said for
him to do it himself, claiming that he best knew where she needed it. 
Thanking every god that he knew of, Charlie squeezed a dollop of aloe-vera
onto the tips of his fingers and began to slowly work it into her skin.

   Unconsciously, he used long slow strokes in order to prolong the contact
as much as possible.  The skin of her sweet nine [O.K., O.K.  and a half -
Clayton] year old cunny, was the smoothest and softest he had ever felt. 
The moisturising gel, made it oily slick, letting his fingers slide freely
without catching.  The sensation of his fingers sliding over her slick
flesh was the most amazing thing he had ever felt.  And whilst he was not
quite fingering his sister, he silently bet that he was coming a lot closer
to it than any of the other braggarts in his class ever had.

   Unbeknownst to Charlie, his gentle ministrations were igniting a whole
raft of hitherto unknown sensations within his little sister's body. 
Sensations that caused her to gasp softly, and after just a few moments
writhe slowly beneath her big brother's gentle fingers.  "Oh god!" she
gasped, "That feels wonderful.  Keep doing it.  Do it on my clitty too."

   Charlie couldn't believe it.  He was actually getting his baby sister
off with his fingers.  The stories told behind the shelter sheds, were very
unclear, and all too often contradictory, but there was enough truth in
them to let him glean this fact.  And he also realised that the so called
'true' stories he'd heard were mostly fabrication.  What he was doing bore
no resemblance to the harsh, rough actions 'confessed' to, by almost all of
his friends.  And after feeling the delicacy of his baby sister's little
cunny, he knew that any attempt to emulate them would give more pain than
pleasure.

   He also noticed, that the flaccid mass of her clitty was now quite stiff
and hard.  It actually protruded nearly a centimeter beyond her crack like
a tiny little stiffy, it even had a round pink knob the size of a small
grape on the end.  He brushed his finger across the taut pink skin and was
rewarded by the loudest gasp yet.  It was almost a moan.  The noise made
him glance up her body, and he saw that she was playing with her one barely
developed boob and it's backward companion.

   Her fingers twisted and pulled on her nipples almost roughly, and her
expression seemed to be one of pain.  But she did not stop mauling her
small almost nonexistent breast, (and its still totally undeveloped
partner).  She even jerked her hips impatiently, making him realise that
his fingers had come to a halt as he stared mesmerised at her face.  The
expression there was definitely, not from pain, so it must be from pleasure
so intense as to be a very different kind of agony.

   Her hips jerked again, and he looked back down at his fingers, willing
them back into the motions his baby sister so obviously enjoyed.  Gaining
confidence in his ministrations, Charlie began to explore further afield.
Continuing to massage her, now passion flushed, cunny lips, and lust
stiffened clitty with one hand, he let the other slide down to the bottom
of her crack and prise it open.  Inside she glistened with a wetness, that
he did not think was pee.  It seemed to be thickest about her cunny hole.

   He touched it, and found it to be much thinner than the aloe-vera gel,
but at the same time, even more slippery.  The new sensation of his finger
on the lip of her little cunny mouth drew fresh, and even louder gasps from
Suzy, and another jerk of her hips, one that forced her body down over
nearly two centimeters of his middle finger.

   She actually squealed at the sudden, and unexpected intrusion.  Once
again he looked into her face, and was met by her widely staring eyes. 
"You've got your finger in me haven't you?" Suzy asked with wonder in her
voice.

   "Uh yeah." Charlie mumbled, sure that his world was about to come
crashing down around his ears.  "I couldn't help it when you jerked like
that.  I'll take it out now."

   "Don't you fucking dare!" she growled at him fiercely, "It feels even
better than before.  See if you can get more in."

   "Are you sure?" Charlie asked uncertainly.  "It's pretty tight."

   "Yes I'm bloody sure." she almost snarled, "Push it in.  push it right
up inside me."

   Charlie pushed, and another centimeter of his finger slid up inside his
little sister's body.  Inside she was furnace hot, and slippery.  Her cunny
hole squeezed his finger like a tightly fitted glove, but at the same time
slid smoothly over it.  Inside she was even softer then the outside. 
Cautiously he tried emulating the most believable of the tales he'd heard,
but much more gently than the teller had said he did it.

   He slid his finger almost all of the way out, and even as his sister
began to protest pushed it back inside.  Now more than half of his finger
was within her body, and she squealed her pleasure.  "Again!" she ordered
him, "And do my clitty too."

   He tried to coordinate his motions, succeeding in the main, and three
quarters of his finger was inside her.  She groaned deep in her throat and
rose up to meet him, dropping back as he withdrew, and then when he pushed
back into her, she threw herself up towards him.  His palm met the swollen
puffy flesh of her cunny with a soft slap, and he was all the way inside
her.  That was another story from behind the shelter sheds that proved to
be a myth, and then remembering the day he had accidentally kneed her in
the crack and made her bleed he decided it probably wasn't a myth after
all. He had been sorry for the pain he had accidentally caused her that
day, but now he was glad for it, since it let him slide painlessly inside,
and give her this pleasure.

   She screamed his name and writhed bonelessly, causing his fingers to
become entangled over her clit.  The way his hand curled naturally to cup
her smooth hairless cunny gave him an idea, and he withdrew the fingers
working her stiffened clit.  He squeezed a big blob of gel directly onto
her clit, making her squeal yet again, this time from the shocking chill,
but before she could protest, he pressed the heel of his hand down on her
mound, gently crushing that proud stand of flesh flat.

   "Yes!" she cried, grinding herself even harder into his palm.

   He slid his now freed hand up the length of her body and pushed her
fingers away from her one little tit.  He had got there arse about face,
but he finally had real girl's tit in his had, albeit a small one, and
albeit his nine and a half year old baby sister's, but it was a real tit
and he was feeling it, while he fingered her superheated little cunny.  It
wasn't soft like he'd thought it would be.  Instead the tiny nipple was as
firm as the pencil eraser it looked like, and the underlying flesh was
almost as firm and rubbery, it had none of the pillowy resilience he'd come
to expect from resting his cheek on his mother's substantial bosom, when
she hugged him.

   But that was relatively unimportant.  His other hand was between her
legs, and what he felt there was beyond anything he had ever been able to
imagine.  He withdrew his finger, keeping the heel of his hand firmly on
her clitty, and she cried her delight at this double, synchronous
stimulation.  She was being massaged internally and externally, and though
he did not know it, the pad of his fingertip, and the larger pad at the
base of his thumb were working in concert on the two most sensitive regions
of her body.

   Suzy's tiny body trembled with a rising passion that threatened to
overwhelm her.  Her own abortive attempts at self gratification had been
unlubricated, and unsatisfying.  Instead her first true sexual experience
was at the hands of one of the two people whom she loved most in the world.
That these hands were utterly unskilled mattered to her not at all, if she
even thought of it.  they were touching her in ways she'd never known, but
everything they did was exactly right.  His palm bore down on her screaming
clitty with exactly the right amount of pressure as he drew his finger from
inside her body, and then as he pushed back, she felt him tilt his hand and
let up on her clit, causing his fingertip to press deliciously against the
front wall of her cunny hole.

   She felt an overwhelming need to pee rise up inside her, but the
pleasure that accompanied it drove her to ignore it.  She could always
apologise for it later, but if she stopped him now, she feared that she
might never experience these sensational new feelings again, and that
thought was not to be born.

   Every time his finger pushed into her quivering body, she felt powerful
electric flashes shoot out from her cunny into the rest of her body, and
when he pushed down on her throbbing clitty as he withdrew, different but
equally compelling sensations radiated outwards.  Her budding titties ached
painfully, but still she impatiently thrust his fumbling hand aside, and
savagely pulled and twisted the almost rock hard little point in a fashion
that would have had her screaming in pain at other times.

   Charlie must have picked up on her savagery, because he tried to close
his hand into a fist with his finger still inside her.  Her clitty was
mashed flat, and his fingertip pressed so hard inside her she was certain
that her bladder was about to burst from the amount of pee it felt like it
held.  She howled and dug into her screaming tit flesh, forcing her
fortunately short fingernails into the blood darkened skin.  She dug her
heels and shoulders into the floor, lifting the rest of her body into the
air, and still the sensations rose higher within her.

   She felt a sudden stretching sensations between her legs, and with no
more warning than that, there were two finger jammed palm deep inside her
foaming cunny.  She heard an unrecognisable voice snarling "Harder you limp
wristed arse bandit." and realised it was her own, but distorted almost
beyond recognition.  The epithet was one that had once caused her normally
placid, sweet tempered mother to walk up to a stranger in the street and
knock him cold with a single punch, so she knew it was a powerful one.  And
indeed it had the desired effect.

   "You want it cunt slut." she heard her brother snarl at her from a
million miles away, "You've fucking got it."

   She felt his fingers slam into her, stretching her impossibly wide, as
the heel of his hand met her violently upthrust mound with a wet meaty
slap, and then it clenched so tightly, it felt like he was about to drive a
hole through to the outside.  Still clutching her, he withdrew, and when
the tips of his fingers came to that spot, a brilliant shaft of pure white
light burned a path up the length of her tightly arched spine and punched
straight through the top of her head.  She heard herself screaming, and
then Charlie heard her insult, later would be a time for determining where
she had heard it, right now he felt the rage burst within himself as he
snarled out his reply and tried to punish her by slamming into her delicate
little cunny.  But she rose to it, and cried her acceptance.  He wanted to
punish her for being stronger than him, but she took it and cried for more.
He clenched his hand into a fist, intending to punch her with it, oblivious
to the fact that he still held her barely fledge nine and a half year old
cunny in it.  He pulled away, the pressure of his hand actually forcing the
blood from her engorged clitty, whilst within, his fingertips found and
crushed flat the female analogue to his own now almost fully developed
prostate, her G-spot

   She screamed.  It was a sound that tore into him, making him realise
what he had just done to his baby sister.  Suddenly the sound was gone, not
dying away as it might have done with loss of breath, but chopped off as
with an axe.  He did not know it, but her diaphragm had cramped tight,
reflex holding what little breath that remained to her within her body, as
an unprecedented demand was placed upon her child's body.

   She thrashed about, hooked on his fingers like a fish struggling for
freedom, her glassy eyes stared sightlessly past his shoulder, her cunny
clamped down upon his intruding fingers with what felt like bone breaking
force, relaxed and bore down again.  He tried to pull away, but her pipe
stem thighs held his wrist immobile.  His mind screamed to him to let her
go, but her body held him in place with undeniable strength.  He wanted to
relieve her of the agony that she so obviously felt, but she would not let
him go.  He tried to force himself free, thinking any extra pain would be
nothing beside what he had already done to her, but her hands found and
clasped his wrist.  Her fingertips dug into his tendons, and he screamed at
the flaring pain.

   He welcomed it, thinking it nothing more than his due for what he had
done to her.  Somewhere she found breath, and he realised that the word she
croaked was "More!".  He could not bring himself to do it to her, but he
did work his hand in a more gentle fashion than before to rub both the
inside of her cunny hole, and her palpably throbbing clitty.

   It was enough.  She sighed, and collapsed like a punctured inflatable
toy.  Her entire body sagged, and went limp, but any attempt on his part to
withdraw was resisted with a painful steely fingered grip.  He gave into
it, and gently continued his internal and external massage.  He did not
understand how she could have found pleasure in what should have been
unrivaled pain, but he begun to realise that she had done so nevertheless.
He could not bring himself to continue it, and thus his personal sense of
decency made him do exactly the right thing.

   His fingers gently found and massaged away knots of abused tissue,
easing, and breaking up incipient bruising before it had a chance to tie
her still immature body into knots of agony.  The love that he held for
her, held him where he was most needed where another might have taken
advantage, or fled, leaving her to come crashing down from an unprecedented
high without a loving safety net.

   Finally her tiny overtaxed body fell limp, and for the first time in
what seemed like an age, she drew a deep shuddering breath.  Poor Charlie
did not know what to do.  He did not think that she would want him to be
there when she recovered from whatever it was that had happened to her, yet
nor could he leave her alone on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.  One
thing he did do once she relaxed and released him was get his fingers out
of her, before she woke up.

   He became aware that her entire body was coated with a thin sheen of
sweat, and he used another towel to cover her nude body before it chilled,
straightening the towel beneath her at the same time.  Just as he finished,
she groaned, and came properly awake.

   "You O.K.  Suzy?" he asked her worriedly.

   She tried to speak, and finding her mouth too dry to talk, she settled
for a closemouthed, "Mmm-hmmm" Her eyes flicked towards the sink and he
guessed that she would like a drink.

   He rose and filled a tooth glass, then settled beside her shoulders,
slipping and arm beneath her to support her in a half sitting position as
she pulled the glass to her lips and gulped thirstily.  "Thanks." she said
once it was empty, "I needed that."

   "How do you feel?" he asked anxiously.

   "Sore." she replied with a faint grin.

   "I'm sorry." he said.

   "Don't be." she said fervently, "I'm not.  That was absolutely the best
thing ever."

   "What was it like?" he asked, curiosity overtaking worry, once he knew
she was all right.

   "I dunno." she said.  "A cross between being punched in the guts, and my
body exploding I guess.  Except it all felt good." She grinned.  "I can't
explain it any better than that.  Even the things that hurt felt good."

   "Where does it hurt now?" he asked her.

   "In my cunny a little bit, but mostly my boobs, and I did that." She
replied, and lifted the towel over her body to have a look.  "Whoo-ee," she
whistled, "I did make a mess."

   Charlie looked at her boobs and let out a whistle as well.  Both were
swollen, the unformed one on the right was the size the left on had been,
and that was now twice its original size.  Furthermore, both were
surrounded by the rapidly darkening purple mottling of incipient bruising.

   "Shit, you'd better not let Mum see that." he said.

   "I'll say." she giggled, "Have a look at my cunny and tell me what it
looks like."

   For a reason that he could not later explain, he lay down between her
legs on his stomach, placing his nose only a few centimeters away from her
swollen little love box.  Her clitty had retreated into its covering, and
was almost completely withdrawn between the thick, and still somewhat
flushed, puffy lips that flanked it.  The whole area between her legs, and
a good way down the insides of each thigh glistened with moisture, of which
most must have come from her.

   "It's a bit red," he told her, "but it doesn't look bruised or
anything." He sniffed, inhaling her aroma, and continued, "It smells
funny."

   "I think I'm going to be washing it a lot from now on." she giggled.

   "Actually it doesn't smell bad, just kinda weird." he said moving his
nose closer still, and taking a deep breath through it.  "I kinda like it."

   "You're gross." she giggled.

   A 'shelter shed' story rose up in his mind, and the low horrified tones
in which Steve had related it, argued for a kernel of truth.  "Try this for
gross." he said, and closed the last of the gap with his mouth, to drag his
extended tongue the full length of her crack from bottom to top.

   "Fuck me!" she squealed, as he moved back a little to savour the taste.
"What did you do that for?"

   "I heard about it at school." he said, grinning up at her shocked
expression.  He paused while he considered the flavour filling his mouth
and decided that on the whole he liked it.  "You taste as good as you
smell, but that moisturising stuff isn't the best."

   "Would you do it again?" she asked hesitantly, with a hint of eagerness
in her voice.  "It felt wild."

   "Yup." he replied without hesitation, adding, "But not until you wash
the moisturising shit off."

   "Well what are you waiting for." she cried springing to her feet, and
then grasping at the sink for support.  "Woo-hoo, still a bit wobbly." she
giggled.

   Whilst Suzy carefully washed her young cunny, Charlie quickly
straightened up the room, putting away the razor and other shaving
paraphernalia, and stuffing both towels into the bottom of the washing
basket.

   "Do boys feel good like that too?" Suzy asked as they worked at their
respective tasks.

   "I guess so." Charlie replied, "But it's different too.  Boys are
supposed to squirt this white stuff called spunk."

   "Do you?"

   "I haven't yet." he admitted, "But I guess I will soon, because I've got
a fair bit of hair around my dick."

   "Can I see?" she asked eagerly.

   "I suppose." he agreed with some reluctance, "But you better not laugh
at it."

   "Why would I?" she asked wrinkling her nose, "I've seen it before."

   "Yeah but that was ages ago." he said, "And all the kids at school laugh
when a boy gets a stiffy like I've got now."

   "What's that?"

   "Well sometimes a boy's dick gets real long and stiff," He explained,
"and it makes his pants stick out."

   "How come yours aren't sticking out then?"

   "I've got it pointing up, and my jocks are holding it."

   "Oh." she said, "Well can I see it then?  I promise I won't laugh."

   Yeah O.K." he said, and fumbled with the drawstring of his shorts.

   A moment later they were around his ankles, and the outline of his rigid
prick was clearly evident through the tight material of his jocks.

   "Wow!" she exclaimed, "it sure looks a lot bigger than the last time I
saw it."

   It's grown a lot in the last few months." he said, his cheeks pink with
embarrassment, "And it gets even bigger when I've got a stiffy."

   Drawing a breath to steel himself, Charlie hooked his thumbs in the
sides of his jocks and before his nerve could fail, he bent, pushing them
to his ankles.  With his ears burning, he straightened, letting his little
sister see his cock for the first time in nearly two years.

   There was no risk, that Suzy might laugh.  She was far too fascinated
with what she saw.  It was a long slender wand of pale creamy flesh about
as long and thick as half a candle.  It stood out from his body at about a
forty-five degree angle, and there was a little tuft of dark blond hairs
about two centimeters long at its base.  Hanging below it were his balls in
a little wrinkled sack, and these too seemed much larger than before.  The
last time she'd seen them, they were about the size of hazelnuts, but now
they looked bigger than peach pits.

   But it was the end of his dick that fascinated her most.  All the other
time she had seen it, there had been a long tube of skin over the end.  But
that had pulled back to expose a bulbous pink knob that flared out, making
it look like one of those funny helmets German soldiers used to wear. 
Underneath the tip there was a small patch of skin with dozens of wrinkles,
but the pink skin of the helmet itself was so tight it was shiny.  There
was a little cleft that ran up to the very tip, where a small hole seeped
some sort of moisture.

   "Do you need to pee?" she asked.

   "No."

   "What's that stuff then?"

   "I dunno," he replied, "I've never seen it before."

   Curiously, she reached out to touch it with a fingertip, and when she
pulled away, a clear, viscous strand joined her to him, stretching until it
was several centimeters long before it finally broke.  She rubbed it
against her thumb, discovering Its slippery nature.  "It's like the stuff
from my cunny, real slippery." she mused.  Suddenly, she grinned, "You
tasted me.  Now I'm going to taste you."

   She touched her slippery digit to her tongue, and smiled when she
discovered the sweet, sugary taste of his pre-cum.  "You taste pretty good
too."

   "There's more where that came from." Charlie said grasping the base of
his dick and waving it up and down.

   Taking it as a challenge, Suzy dropped to her knees, and took hold of
the waving cock above his hand, dipped her head to engulf the entire tip of
his cock in her mouth.  The shelter shed crowd in her age group weren't
really at the stage of exchanging (mostly) erroneous stories about what
went on between the sheets, except in the most primitive sense.  However,
they still did a roaring trade in sexual epithets, insults, and dirty
jokes, and 'cock-sucker' was a common theme.

   So she sucked.  And she got a whole lot more than she bargained for.

   Less than a week from his first ever nocturnal emission in what might
have been the normal course of events, their activities over the past half
hour or so, had short-circuited his development, and the sensation of her
soft warm lips, and wet tongue on his barely eleven year old cock was more
than his precisely pubescent body could take.

   In his defense the young boy tried to warn his little sister that
something was about to happen, but firstly he had no inkling what, and
secondly what he felt came close to frying every neural circuit in his
young body, and all that came out of his suddenly slack mouth was a
strangled groan.

   Familiar with such sounds, having made any number of them herself in the
immediate past, Suzy took it as a sign to continue, and redoubled her
efforts.  She discovered that the skin sheathing his shaft slid easily over
it, and squeezed and drew her hand upwards, trying to extract even more of
his sweet, sticky pre-cum.  She succeeded, getting a big greasy dollop on
her tongue for her efforts, but also triggered an unstoppable avalanche.

   Charlie felt a burning sensation in his cock that was in some ways
similar to what he felt when he pinched off his pee in mid flow, but it was
like Suzy's description of her own recent feelings.  The automatic
comparison was with something painful, even though the sensations were
actually acutely pleasurable.

   There was a pulsation, like nothing he had ever felt before, deep within
his body, and with is a feeling of release.  On Suzy's part, she felt his
cock throb, and was rewarded with an actual spurt of the clear greasy
liquid that she had just discovered she liked so much.  But that was just
his prostate clearing the chamber so to speak.

   Eagerly she lapped it up, stimulating his hyper-sensitised cock beyond
endurance, and he screamed his release, his voice shifting from a boyish
soprano, to a manly tenor in midaspiration.  She sucked and kneaded his
cock avidly.  It responded with a second more powerful throb, and without
warning, flooded her young mouth with a salty, slightly bitter liquid.  It
struck the back of her throat, making her choke, forcing some of it back
out through her nose, and burning the tender membranes there.

   Gasping, she drew back, just as another spurt shot forth, some of it
going into her still open mouth, and the rest drawing a thick creamy line
from her lip, across one cheek, and eye to her forehead, and on into her
hair.  Charlie squealed, and yet another creamy gob jetted from his
throbbing dick.  It was a little weaker and struck her chin to drip between
her almost non-existent boobs.

   She felt his cock pulsate in her hand several more times, but what was
left of his virgin cum only oozed forth to coat the fingers with which she
still gripped his steely hard cock.  She'd also had time to recover from
her surprise, and consider what had just happened, and to savour the taste
of the thick cloying liquid that coated her tongue and the roof of her
mouth.

   Overall she decided she liked it.  She preferred the clear sweet liquid
that preceded it, but there was something primal and compelling in the
flavour of the gluey, salty, bittersweet goop that he had just squirted
into her mouth, and all over her face.  It was also gross, and very, very
nasty, and that just added to the allure, and whetted her appetite for
more.

   Just then Charlie groaned, and began to sway, and she realised that the
same sense of lassitude that she had felt after her own release was upon
him.  Throwing her arms around his waist, she was just able to stop him
from toppling as his knees gave way, and hold him upright as he slid
through her arms.

   They ended up in an ungainly tangle of arms and legs, their faces just
centimeters apart.

   "Wow!" Charlie breathed.

   "Double wow." Suzy giggled.  "That was mega-gross."

   "Sorry." he apologised, "I wasn't expecting anything like that.  I just
thought you'd get it off with your fingers."

   "You licked me." She said as if that were all the explanation necessary.
And to all intents and purposes it was.  Anything Charlie did, she would do
it too or break something trying.  Tilting her head slightly to one side,
she looked at his cock.  "So that's what happens when a boy has those good
feelings.  Interesting.  I guess I better clean up the mess I made."

   Dumbstruck, Charlie watches as she took hold of his still hard cock and
licked it like a lollipop, making him groan at the sensation of her rough
tongue on his oversensitive knob,.  "Ah, shit stop it!" he yelped.

   "Why?" Suzy asked, pulling back with a look of concern on her face.

   "It's too sensitive right now." he said.  "It feels so good it hurts."

   "Sorry I didn't know." she said contritely.

   "That's O.K." he grinned down at her spermy face, "I didn't either.  You
know something?"

   "What?"

   "You're face is a real mess." He giggled..  "It looks like a Clag bottle
exploded all over it."

   Suzy got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror.  "I think you
might be right." she giggled.  "But I can soon fix that."

   Saying that, she started scooping his spunk up with her fingers and
shoving them in her mouth, making happy little smacking noises of
appreciation as she sucked them clean.  The task only took her a few
seconds and when she was done, she said.  "Come on, let's go back to the
play room, and do some more."

   "You're a sex maniac." Charlie giggled.

   "Yup." she agreed proudly seizing his hand and dragging him from the
bathroom.

   With the native caution of children knowing that they are being naughty,
they made sure all the curtains are fully closed, with not even a chink
through which someone outside might observe them.

   "I think the wresting mat." Suzy decided.  "It'll be easier to clean
afterwards."

   They sat facing each other, and then suddenly self-consciousness set in,
and neither wanted to be the one to male the first move, until finally Suzy
breaks the silence.  "Have you ever kissed a girl?" She asked, "Properly I
mean?'

   "Of course I have." Charlie lied unconvincingly.

   "Really?" Suzy, asked disbelievingly.

   Blushing, Charlie admitted the truth.  "No.  Just you and Mum, and Aunt
Ethel."

   "And they're not proper kisses with tongues and stuff." Suzy said,
"Wanna practice it with me."

   "But you're my sister!" he objected strenuously.

   "So it's all right to stick your tongue in my cunny, but not my mouth?"
she giggled.

   "I, ah-" he stuttered, and them grinned, "Of course it isn't alright,
but I'm gonna keep doing it anyway."

   "Let's do it them." Suzy said, rising up onto her knees and shuffling
forwards until her knees touched his.

   Charlie sat back on his heels for a few moments longer, and then rose as
well.  For several seconds, they faced each other, their noses only a few
centimeters apart, and then closed the gap..  From movies, they both knew
to tilt their head, but both chose to tilt in the same direction and they
bumped noses.

   "Giggling, Suzy rubbed her nose on his, and them pulled back.  "Well
that's an Eskimo kiss." she giggled.

   They tried again, and this time their lips met in a clumsy, and rather
sloppy open mouthed kiss.  "Yuck!  Gross!" Suzy cried, pulling back and
scrubbing the back of her hand across her mouth.

   "It was your idea." Charlie reminded her with a laugh, as he too wiped
away excess saliva.

   "O.K.  let's try that again." Suzy giggled.

   Their lips met again, and only with a tiny amount of repositioning
achieved a good mesh, though for several seconds, neither of the siblings
were brave enough to take it any further, until finally Suzy broke the
impasse and thrust her tongue willy-nilly into her brother's mouth.  Then
for a couple of seconds longer, he tried to avoid coming into contact with
it.  Then when he did meet it, it was with a forceful thrust, that drove
hers back beyond his lips.

   But soon, they learnt to meet each other's tongue more gently, and to
entwine them lovingly, rather than parry and thrust like dueling enemies.
As they became more familiar with, and accustomed to the intimate contact,
they took turns exploring the interior of each other's mouths, testing the
sharp edges of each other's teeth, and the silk sheathed hardness of their
sibling's gums, returning all the while to bring their tongues together.

   Part way into their oral explorations they discovered that a peculiarity
of Suzy's could be put to amazing use.  Both children had the ability to
curl their tongues into a tube, but Suzy had the rare additional ability to
curl it downwards as well as upwards, and when she did the latter, their
tongues interlocked in a marvelously sensual fashion.

   As they discovered the joys of truly sensual kissing, they learned to
enhance the experience, pulling their nude bodies against each other with
their hands, running those hands up and down each other's backs, from the
crease at the base of their sibling's buttocks, all the way up into their
hair.

   All too soon the intimate contact had an entirely predictable effect on
Charlie.  His eleven year old cock filled with blood, and rose to press
between her legs against the soft, warm crease of his little sister's
hairless vulva.  Charlie loved it, and clutched tightly at her bottom
pulling her even more firmly against his body.

   For a brief moment, Suzy wondered what the hard thing pressing between
her legs was, before realising that it could only be his cock grown stiff
and hard again.  Excited by the thought, she ground back at him, moving her
hips in tiny circles since that was all the movement that her brother's
clutching hands allowed her.  But it was enough to work the slender wand of
his dick into the warm, and rapidly moistening crease between her thick
cunny lips.

   Feeling his cock rubbing on her quickly swelling clit caused her to
redouble her efforts.  Meanwhile the tropical heat and wetness enveloping
Charlie's cock drove him to seek increased friction between them as well.
He pulled back a few centimeters, and surged back against his sister,
groaning into her mouth at the intensity of the sensation.  Nor was he
alone in vocalising his pleasure.  Suzy's squeal filled their mouths,
puffing their cheeks out before finally escaping with a wet farting noise
that caused them both to break apart and burst out laughing.

   However, the sexual tension that had been growing between them soon
caused their giggles to die down.  Looking at each other, they realised
that their explorations were not yet over, though once again neither was
quite ready to make the first move.

   Charlie, with his greater store of sexual knowledge, wrong though most
of it was, realised that what they had just done was called dry fucking. 
But already his mind was moving past that, wondering how he could broach
the idea of doing it for real.

   However, Suzy beat him to it.  "Um, Charlie?" she asked hesitantly as
she fixed her gaze on a point between his nipples, and twirled a lock of
hair around her finger.

   "Yeah?" he replied cautiously, recognising the tone, if not it's cause.

   "Um, do you want to um, you know, um, do it?" she asked in a barely
audible whisper.

   "WHAT?" Although her request was exactly where his thoughts were taking
him, it still caught him by surprise.  And that surprise was enough to
temporarily reawaken his sense of proper brotherly behaviour.

   "I'm sorry." she said suddenly contrite.  "It was just that your fingers
felt pretty good when they were inside me, and I was wondering what it
would feel like if you put your dick in me instead.  But I guess you don't
want to, coz I haven't got any real boobs yet, or proper hair on my cunny."

   "It's not that Suzy." Charlie told her.  "It's just that brothers and
sisters, just aren't supposed to do that with each other."

   "Well aren't we not supposed to do the other things we did either." Suzy
pointed out.

   "Well no." Charlie admitted, adding with reluctant conscientiousness, "I
guess we'd better get dressed and not do it any more."

   And another thing," she went on, "Where does Uncle Lionel sleep when he
stays with us?"

   "With Mum." Charlie said, "So what?"

   "You know for a big brother, you're pretty dumb sometimes." Suzy
giggles, "I bet they do more than just sleep you know.  If he just wanted
to sleep he could use the spare room."

   "But he's only really her half brother." Charlie argued.

   "But he's still Mum's brother, because they've got the same dad," Suzy
said, "even if they have got different mums.  So if Mum and Uncle Lionel
can do it, why can't we?"

   "Well, You could get pregnant." Charlie pointed out.

   "No I can't" Suzy replied, "I haven't got my periods yet, so now's the
best time to do it, before I do, and we can't do it any more."

   "I guess." Charlie admitted slowly.

   "So does that mean you will fuck me Charlie?" Suzy asked hopefully.

   "Yeah, why not." Charlie grinned.

   "Oh goodie." Suzy squealed with little girl enthusiasm.

   Moments later she was crouching on all fours, with her still bony bum
pointed towards him, and the fat glistening lips of her young pussy visible
between the tops of her skinny thighs.

   "What are you doing?" Charlie asked in surprise.

   "Isn't this how you do it?" Suzy asked looking back over her shoulder.
"It's the way I've seen dogs doing it."

   "I guess it's one way." Charlie laughed, "They call it doggie style too,
but people mostly do it different.  Usually the girl lies down on her back
with her legs open, sorta like when I shaved you."

   "Can we do it with you lying down, and I get on top of you?" Suzy asked.

   "Yeah I suppose." Charlie said, adding with a grin, "You never do like
it when I get on top do you."

   "Not if were wrestling I don't." she giggles, "But I'll let you get on
top now if you like."

   "Nah that's all right." Charlie grinned, "Besides, If you're sitting up,
I'll be able to see better."

   "O.K.  you lie down then." Suzy ordered, "Oh, what's happened to it?"

   Despite his possession of a cock that picked the most embarrassing times
to rear up and make a spectacle of itself, Charlie was still basically a
child, and what they were about to attempt was pretty much a fun thing to
try to him, since he had not yet matured to the point where the mere
thought of sex would send blood surging to his loins.  Most of the time it
just happened, usually at the most embarrassing moments.

   However, Suzy didn't bother waiting for an answer to her question, she
just proceeded to solve the problem in a way already known to her.  She
knelt beside her brother and bent to take his limp prick between her
glistening lips, with immediate salutary results.  Charlie groaned at the
sensation of his little sister's warm, moist mouth engulfing his flaccid
cock.

   Within seconds she jerked off him with a gagging noise, as the limp
noodle which fitted so easily within her mouth suddenly doubled in length
and girth, and pressed against the back of her throat.  "Well that
certainly did the trick." she giggled.

   Taking hold of his now iron hard member, she threw a leg across his hips
and fitted the bulbous head of his prick against the small, slick mouth of
her young cunny.  Then once she had it in position, she let almost her
entire weight come to bear on in.

   Fortunately for both of them, their earlier activities had begun the
process of lubricating her young pussy, and the spittle she'd left behind
on his cock made that slick too.  But even so, her eyes bulged with a
mixture of surprise and not a little pain, as her little cunny was stuffed
to capacity and beyond with a prick that, while still boyishly slender, had
more than enough length to cause envy in the heart of a full grown man.

   Nor was she alone in her pain, as most of her weight came to rest on the
tip of Charlie's stiff prick.  His tenor yelp, was every bit as loud as her
shrill screech.  "Uh take it easy." he managed to grate out as he used his
hands to relieve some of the pressure.

   "Ah yeah." Suzy squeaked, blinking back tears.

   "Do you want to stop?" Charlie asked, "How do you feel?"

   "No way!" Suzy cried grasping his wrists just in case he decided to push
her off anyway.  "It hurt a bit at first, but it's getting better.  Now,
mostly I just feel stuffed full."

   "Well turkey, I guess now you know how one feels." Charlie giggled,
looking down the length of his body to where three quarters of his dick was
speared into his sister's body.

   "Turkey!" she screeched, "I'll show you who's a turkey."

   Forgetting for a moment what they'd set out to do, Suzy became her usual
combative self, pushing his wrists to the mat and attempting to pin him
down.  Laughing, Charlie resisted her attempts, and thrust upward with his
hips trying to dislodge her, so that he could roll on top and pin her down
instead.  They both gasped as they were delightfully reminded of just how
intimately they were connected.

   "WOW!" Suzy squeaked wide eyed, "Do that again."

   Charlie tried, but this time her weight was fully upon him and got
exactly nowhere.  "You've got to lift up a bit." he told her.

   She lifted her hips a few centimeters, smiling at the feeling of her
brother's stiff cock sliding part way out of her sheath, then snickered at
the dopey look that has come over his face from feeling the complement to
her sensations.  "You look dumb." she giggled.

   Grinning back at her, he lunges upwards with his hips, bringing a
pop-eyed look to her face, and laughs, "Now who looks dumb?"

   Playfully at first, they experiment with this new, and extremely
pleasurable way of fitting their young bodies together, laughing at the
rubbery twists of each other's face, and the chorus of grunts, squeaks and
groans that they make.  However, in less than a minute their mirth is
forgotten as, the feelings radiating from where they are joined become more
and more intense.

   As they experimented with different ways of moving, Suzy quickly
discovered that by leaning forward over Charlie's torso and arching her
back, she could drag her sensitive clitty along the length of his stiff
cock, massively intensifying the delicious feeling of having that stiff
member slide in and out of her tight cunny.

   For Charlie, the entire world had narrowed down to the hot, wet,
slippery, and above all tight sheath repeatedly sliding up and down the
steely length of his prick.  For every gasp that his little sister emitted
as he thrust up into her, he had a matching groan as she pulled away.  With
what little mind that was left to him, he could tell that she was moving
towards another crashing climax like he'd given her half an hour earlier
with his fingers.

   However, within himself the feeling was rising even more quickly. 
Quicker and quicker, he pushed up into her body, jabbing into her twice and
then three times, for every rolling rise and fall of her hips.

   And then he was there.  His back arched, forcing every centimeter of his
prick that her young cunny could take into her body and held it there as
his balls churned and released great surging gouts of his spunk through his
cock in great, burning lava hot gouts, to splash against the tightly closed
mouth of her womb.

   Atop him, Suzy was buffeted and tossed about by the frenetic pace of his
rutting, and then as he went stiff and rigid beneath her, she became aware
of the hot flood pulsing deep inside her body.  Realising that he was
almost spent, she quickened the pace of her own plunging rise and fall,
chasing her own release, but as she felt herself coming close, she could
feel his prick rapidly wilting inside her.  Frantically, she redoubled her
efforts, but all she accomplished was to lose the small nubbin that had
remained within her cunny.

   Almost crying with her need, she reached beneath her, searching for his
steely spear, but only found a limp, wet grub that slipped from her
grasping fingers.  Moaning with frustration, she pushed two fingers inside
herself, trying to copy what he had done to her in the bathroom, and in
part she succeeded.

   She rolled from his now limp body, falling onto her back with her legs
splayed apart like a frog readied for dissection and slid her fingers in
and out of her needy cunny, beating the mixture of his sunk and her own
juices into a frothy mess.  But every time she reached for her release, she
felt it slipping away, and moaned at her loss.

   Slowly, Charlie recovered from the most intense experience of his short
life, feeling the sensation of their combined juices drying on his now limp
prick and matting the small tuft of hairs at its base.  Slowly he became
aware of Suzy's missing weight, and then the soft yipping squeals as she
sought a conclusion, and then a groan of disappointment as her climax
slipped away from her.

   He forced himself up onto one elbow to look at her, seeing how she
clawed at her bald cunny, and the look of almost madness on her face as she
worked herself upwards yet again.  "Yess!" she was muttering to herself,
"Nearly there.  Just a little bit more.  Oh yesss, yess, ye- NOOOoooo!" She
trailed off with a cracked cry of disappointment, as final release eluded
her clawing fingers.

   It hurt him to see her like that, so obviously in need, but almost
finding what her body craved like a drug, only to have it snatched away
from her at the last moment.  Without stopping to think, he moved to
relieve her, and it was good that he did not take the time to think, or he
may very well not have done what he did.

   He rolled between her legs, and pulled her hand away to replace her
fingers with his lips and tongue.  Afterwards he could not remember why he
chose to do that, rather than use his fingers as he'd done in the bathroom,
and it was only when she'd locked her fingers in his hair in a death grip
that he realised that the strange, spicy overtone to her taste was the
spunk he'd squirted into her less than a minute earlier.

   He hesitated for a moment with this realisation, feeling a faint sense
of disquiet at the gayness of tasting his own emissions, but then her
fingers tightened in his hair, as she pushed herself against his lips with
almost bruising force.  "Please!" she pleaded pitifully.

   A part of him, nurtured by playground ignorance and bigotry wanted to
refuse, but a greater part, that was his love for his little sister, held
sway and he extended his tongue into her hot, sticky groove, albeit
hesitantly at first.  But her answering cry of delight pleased and
encouraged him, letting him squash prejudices that were still only half
formed and concentrate on giving his sister the pleasure that she had
already given him.

   And soon they were a forgotten memory, he discovered to his intense
delight that the flavour of their mingled juices was incredible beyond
words, and he went after them ravenously.  He forced his tongue deep into
her fluttering opening, and hungrily slurped them up.  Suzy squealed and
abandoned his wiry blond curls to grasp her legs and pull them back in
order to offer him even greater access to her aching cunny.

   Despite his mind wiping hunger for their co-mingled fluids, Charlie
retained enough presence of mind to remember that it was her clitty that
most needed his attention.  Reluctantly he withdrew his tongue from her
tight little cunny, and flicked it over her swollen pleasure bud.  She
screamed, and her heels thudded painfully against his spine as she once
again took hold of his head and crushed it painfully against her screaming
cunny mound.

   Remembering how she had pleasured him, Charlie closed his lips around
the small throbbing knob and sucked hard, and was rewarded with a grip that
threatened to rip his hair out in clumps, and a lip bruising thrust of her
pelvis.  But his pain was something remote compared to what he felt for his
sister.  He hadn't been able to get her off with his dick like he was
supposed to, but there were other ways, and he'd do it even if she snatched
him bald in the process.

   Though he was becoming old enough for adolescent doubts and insecurities
to colour his thinking, he still possessed enough of the indomitable
confidence of his childhood to barrel along any path he'd committed himself
too, regardless of his abilities.  And thus not knowing how to properly
pleasure a girl with his mouth and tongue, he did it anyway.

   He flicked the small knob protruding past his lips with his tongue and
was rewarded by a loud squeak and a tightening of the fingers entangled in
his curls.  He cushioned his teeth with his lips and bit down upon it, and
she shrieked, nearly bloodying his nose with her pubic bone as she raised
herself up on her shoulders, her heels digging into his back.  Wanting more
of her nectar, he released her clit, and sealed his lips around her cunny
hole and tried to suck her dry.  He failed, but still got a mouthful of her
sweet juices and his semen.

   He swallowed, and without thinking went after the copious quantities
that had seeped from her cunny and down towards her bottom, only realising
what he had done as tongue lapped over her wrinkled pink pucker, and his
sister gasped with shock.  A small part of his mind cringed with disgust,
but that part which was not mind, that was evolution's most potent tool,
drove him to continue.  He cleaned her lovingly, and dragged his tongue
back upwards to her clit.