Kitty had always been a curious child. Now that she was twelve, her inquisitiveness had turned to sex. She had learned early in life that the best way to find out about anything, especially things that adults really don't seem to want to talk to kids about, was to ask just the right question, to just the right person, at just the right time. It was a chilly Saturday night in October when those three elements converged into a perfect storm of information gathering for Kitty, and it was her Uncle Rick who found himself at the eye of the storm.
Her sister Liz had gone away to college a few months earlier, and her brother Charlie was spending the night with a friend. When her parents decided to have a movie night out, they had asked her uncle to come over and stay with her. Rick had been babysitting Kitty and her siblings for years. He was a bachelor with no kids of his own, and genuinely enjoyed being a surrogate parent, for a few hours at a time.
Kitty liked her uncle, but as a babysitter he was the pits. That night was no exception. He had buried his head in a book as soon as he arrived, and two hours later was still absorbed in the latest Stephen King thriller. Kitty had tried unsuccessfully to talk him into playing Monopoly, or watching TV with her, but soon realized it was futile and left him alone. She went to her room and listened to some music, but grew increasingly bored. She decided that the time was right for her to get the answer to one of the mysteries of human sexuality that had been troubling her lately. She quietly walked back into the living room, plopped down on the sofa next to her uncle, and without any further hesitation, dropped one of her hit-you-like-a-ton-of-bricks questions in his lap. "Uncle Rick, what's a hard-on?"
"What, hon?" Rick stopped reading, not just in the middle of a sentence, but the middle of a word. He hadn't really been paying that much attention to his cute little niece, and couldn't quite believe what he had just heard. Had the innocent-looking girl he had known almost all of her life really said "hard-on"? He hadn't anticipated anything like this. Usually babysitting Kitty was an easy job, and something that he really looked forward to; even more so now that she was a true tweener, with budding breasts and legs that were beginning to fill out. There was a hidden side to Rick that even a bright, perceptive girl like Kitty hadn't noticed. Twelve-year-old girls fascinated him, and sitting next to one only made it more difficult to hide his desires. But he was just a window-shopper - he knew how foolish it would be for him to make any advances on a girl that age, especially his sister's adopted daughter, no matter how cute she might be.
"I said," Kitty repeated, now that she had his attention, "what's a hard-on?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"At school? There's this boy? His name is Billy? And he likes me. He's been telling some of his friends that when I wear short skirts, he gets a hard-on looking at my legs. I just want to know what he was talking about, and whether I should be mad at him for saying that about me."
Rick swallowed, trying not to show just how delighted he was by Kitty's question. There really was something about the precocious young girl that stirred the dark side of his nature. Lately he had found himself getting turned on more and more just being around her, but he had never imagined that he would be able to live out any of the dark visions about his niece that danced in his head late at night. Now, it appeared that fantasy might become reality, and it was Kitty herself who had opened the door.
"'Hard-on'," he explained, making air quotes, "is a slang term for an erection. It's kind of a bad word, and I don't think this Billy kid should be using it when he talks about you, no matter how much he likes you. But I wouldn't make too big a deal out of it either. Young boys can be kind of crude."
That wasn't enough information for Kitty. "What's an erection?"
"Um, just how much have your parents told you about sex?"
"Not much. When I ask Dad about stuff like that he just tells me to go ask Mom. Then she gets all red in the face and never really answers my questions." Rick smiled, imagining his uptight sister being faced with Kitty's bold questions. "But a few months ago they did sit down and gave me the 'where babies come from' talk," Kitty went on. "But I already knew most of that, about how when a man and woman fall in love and get married, the man sticks his thingie...his penis my mom calls it, into his wife, and semen comes out, and if they're lucky they make a baby."
"Or unlucky," Rick mumbled.
"But what does that have to do with har....erections?" Kitty prodded, determined to get to the root of the problem.
Rick took a deep breath, knowing he was getting into some very risky waters. What the hell, he decided, there's really nothing wrong with answering his niece's questions was there? She was going to learn about things like this eventually. "Well, Kitty, when you lace up your shoes, the laces have those hard tips on them, right?" Kitty nodded. "That makes it easier to put the laces through the holes. Have you ever had a shoelace break, and tried to put the broken end back through the holes?" Kitty nodded again, beginning to get the idea. "It's not easy, is it? It's the same thing with sex, a man's penis needs to be hard - erect - to make it easy to put it inside a woman."
"Ohhh," Kitty purred. "So, men like it when they get a hard...an erection?"
"Yes, it is a pleasant feeling."
"Now I understand what my friend Sally was talking about," Kitty mused. "She told me that she used to take baths with her little brother when they were younger, and if she played with his penis, it swelled up like a balloon, and got pink and hard. She said he seemed to really like it, and tried to get her to do it every time they took a bath. He was having an erection, right?"
"But, doesn't that hurt? I mean, when I sprained my ankle a few months ago, it swelled up and hurt like a son-of-a-bitch."
"Kitty! I didn't know you used language like that."
"Sorry, Uncle Rick. But still, why did my ankle hurt when it swelled up, but when a man's penis swells up, it feels good? I just don't get it."
"It's just part of nature, Kitty, it's how men are built. Women's bodies can do some amazing things too. Think about it, someday you might have a baby coming out of that tiny opening where you go pee."
"Umm, I kinda not like to think about that just yet, okay?" She was a little surprised by how honest and forthcoming her uncle was being. He had solved part of the mystery of male erections, but his answers had only stimulated her curiosity. There was much more she wanted to know. Since he didn't seem to be at all embarrassed about talking with her about sex, she decided to press ahead. "But...what makes a man swell up and get hard?"
Rick felt a familiar warmth in his groin, and realized that just talking to Kitty about sex was beginning to make his own cock twitch a little. Careful Rick, he warned himself, just answer her question truthfully, then put a stop to this. Treat her like she was your own daughter; just talk and no touching. "Usually it's because the man and woman love each other and want to make babies, and getting an erection is part of that process. But sometimes, just being around cute girls like you, can get a man, or a boy like Billy, excited."
"Show me," Kitty demanded.
"You said being around girls like me can make a man get an erection, so I want to see it happen. Am I pretty enough to make that happen? Billy says so."
There was no doubt about that, as the growing lump in his lap proved. Kitty was indeed "pretty enough", in fact, she was one of the cutest young girls he had ever seen.
When his sister and her husband had first told him that they were adopting a Korean baby, he hadn't been all that excited by the idea. He was one of those "they all look alike to me" kind of guys. He had never expected the little brown bundle they had brought home to grow up to be such a delightful young girl. As he had watched Kitty grow up, he had found himself drawn to her, in a very non-uncle-like way. Even at twelve, her perfect tanned skin, almond eyes, high cheekbones, shiny black hair - all combined to give promise that someday soon she was going to be a beautiful little heartbreaker. He hesitated, and tried one last time to take the high road, even though she was making it very difficult. "Kitty, I like you a lot, and you are a very attractive girl, but I don't think of you that way. You're my niece."
"I can see your thingie getting bigger already. Either that or a snake is crawling around in your shorts."
Rick looked down at his lap, shocked at how obvious his excitement had become. That was when his conscience took a hike and his libido took control. "Okay, okay, you win. If you want to learn more about male sex organs, I'll help you. But you have to promise never to tell anyone, especially your parents. There are a lot of people who would be very upset with me for doing this, especially your mom. Pinky swear?"
Kitty reached out and latched onto Rick's extended finger. "Pinky swear. Don't worry, Uncle Rick, I can keep a secret when I have to." Kitty was very pleased with herself. This was going even better than she had expected.
"Well I don't think the living room is a good place to do this. Let's go to your room," Rick suggested.
"OK," Kitty agreed, jumping up and leading the way down the hall.
When they got to her room, Rick knew that he had to act before his courage waned and he missed out on what might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He started to just unzip and haul his pecker out, but the image of himself standing in front of Kitty with his semi-erect dick hanging in front of him just seemed too weird, even to a pervert like himself. Trying not to look at his niece, he stripped as quickly as he could.
Kitty watched in quiet fascination as her uncle disrobed. She hadn't expected him to get all naked like that. When he started taking his shirt off she had been afraid that his body might be all gross and stuff, but for an old guy he still looked pretty good. She tried not to stare at the fat worm hanging between his legs; but after all, that's why they were in her bedroom.
Rick stood there, naked, and feeling very uncomfortable as his niece stared silently at his cock. In his fantasies, it had always been Kitty who had been the first one to be naked. He sat down on the bed, which seemed to be better than just standing there with his Johnson hanging between his legs. "OK, here it is," he gestured toward the flaccid lump of flesh lying in his lap.
"It's bigger than I expected." She reached forward and poked it, like testing the ripeness of a fruit. "And I thought it would be harder."
"You can make it get harder."
"Me? What do I have to do?"
"Well, your friend Billy said he gets hard when he looks up your dress, so why don't we see what happens if you take off your clothes and let me see all of your body."
"How can my body excite anybody," she complained. "I'm skinny as heck, I barely have any breasts, and I don't even have much hair between my legs like some of my friends do. But, if you think it'll work...."
To Rick it seemed like it took her an hour to get out of the few clothes she was wearing, but as each garment came off, and he saw more and more of her ripening preteen body, he gradually felt his prick swelling with excitement. By the time she stood next to him, as naked as in his dreams, he was half-erect. He agreed with everything she had said about her body, but it still had a strong effect on him. What she called skinny, he saw as slim and girlish. Her breasts that were "barely there" looked like halves of peaches, with blueberries on top, ripe for the picking and making his mouth water. The bareness of her pubes interested him more than a thick, mature pubic patch might. What he found most intriguing was what he couldn't quite see - the hidden delights still tucked between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Gosh," Kitty asked, pointing at his groin, "is that a hard-on?"
"Not yet, honey, not yet. But it's getting close. Why don't you see what it feels like now."
"Like this?" This time instead of poking, Kitty petted it, like a puppy.
"Yeah, that's good. You have very soft, warm hands, Kitty."
"It's getting even bigger...and harder. Uncle Rick?"
"Do you really like my body?"
"Oh yes, Kitty. You've grown up a lot in the last couple of years. You're still a little girl in some ways, but in a lot of other ways you are already becoming a sexy young lady. I think you're going to be very popular with the boys in middle school. Come sit in my lap," he whispered, patting his thigh.
"Why not, dear?"
"Your thingie's too big, there's no room for me."
"Don't worry, sweetie. We'll make room. Come on....no, not like that....face me and put your legs outside of mine , like you're riding a pony. Yeah, there you go, now get closer."
Kitty settled herself over Rick's thighs and slid up close to his chest. His fully-erect penis, looking as big as her forearm, poked her in the belly as she leaned forward and put her arms over his shoulders. "See," he told her, "it can get a lot bigger when a man is really excited by a girl."
"And it really doesn't hurt?"
"Not a bit, honey. Like I said, men like it when their cocks get all big and hard."
"Cock," she giggled. "That's a funny word, and a dirty one too, right? I shouldn't say that any more than I should say son-of-a-bitch."
"You're right, Kitty. Let's just call it my peter, or penis. Thingie is okay too."
"Nah, thingie sounds too childish. I think I should start acting like an adult. I kinda like the word cock."
Rick decided not to fight the dirty word battle any more. Hell, kids today talked like truck drivers by the time they were six anyway.
Kitty noticed Rick staring at her chest. "Why are you looking at my breasts, Uncle Rick? Aren't they too small?" she said. "I don't look like a woman there yet, right?"
"Breasts don't have to be big to be attractive. And I'll bet they feel just as nice as bigger ones. Here, let me see". Rick reached out and carefully caressed first one small mound, then the other. He was delighted to see that even that slight contact made her tiny nubbins get hard. "When your nipples stand out like that, you're reacting like a woman, not a child. That's kind of like when a man gets hard. How does it feel when I do this?"
Kitty thought about her answer, as Rick continued to massage her chest. "It feels good, I guess. Don't stop." She closed her eyes, glad to let him touch her as much as he wanted. She was surprised to feel his lips on her chest a moment later. "Uncle Rick, what are you doing?"
He gave one pert little breast a gentle kiss, ending it with a little suck on the precious pink protrusion extending out from the aureole. Her tiny tits were so cute and enticing that his mind was torn between still wanting to treat Kitty as the little girl he still bought toys for at Christmas; and Kitty, the Lolita-like sexual creature with the inquisitive mind who was perched on his lap in a very unlady-like pose.
"I've got another question about...cocks. Just how exactly is something that big supposed to fit inside someone my size?" Rick followed her gaze to the fully aroused shaft sticking up between their bodies. "I mean, look, it comes all the way up to my belly button. If you stuck it inside me, it would be in my stomach, wouldn't it? I bet that would hurt."
"Right now it would, I'm sure. But as you get a little older, and you body matures, your vagina will be able to stretch more and more, and having something like this inside you won't hurt at all. In fact, it will feel really good."
"Vagina," Kitty laughed. "Is that a grown-up word for pussy?"
"That's right, sweetie, it's a doctor kind of word, like penis."
Kitty's concerns about size made it clear to Rick that even if he had dreams of actually putting his dick inside his niece, it wasn't going to happen today. She just wasn't ready for it. He didn't want to deal with the mess of deflowering her anyway, at least not this night. I can wait a couple more years, he told himself, when she is even riper. But he did feel the need for some kind of relief. He came up with a plan.
"Would you like to get some idea what having sex is like, without actually doing it?" he asked.
"Sure, I guess. But how....?"
"Well, first, why don't you put your hand on my...pr...cock...and rub it a little."
"Yeah, that's good. Now, hold it like the handlebars on your bike and move your hand up and down...that's it....oh, Kitty, that feels so good....don't stop." Kitty was a quick learner, and soon had Rick close to an orgasm with her inexperienced but effective hand job. Rick stopped her before that happened. "Wait, Kitty, that's enough. What you did can be part of what is called foreplay. That's what a man and woman do to each other to get ready for intercourse."
"Intercourse? Is that the fancy word for fucking?"
Damn, how many other adult words did his 'innocent' niece know? Well, it didn't matter, this moment was more about action than words, and he was definitely ready for some action. "Lie down on the bed, Kitty. I'll show you how adults have sex, after the foreplay."
"You're not gonna really stick that thing in me, are you?" She looked at him, her face a mixture of fear, anticipation, and curiosity.
"No, dear, don't worry. Now, lie down....that's right. Keep your legs together."
"That's it, Kitty. Now, don't move."
Kitty watched in fascination as her uncle straddled her thighs. She closed her eyes as she felt his hard penis pushing down into the cleft below her hairless pubes. His hard shaft rubbed against the outside of her slit. She felt the urge to open her legs to give him more access, but his legs were clamped against her thighs, holding them together. She realized that he was probably trying to make sure he didn't accidentally put his thing in her.
Rick stretched out on top of his niece, his body easily covering all of her small frame. He braced himself with his arms to keep from crushing her, then started thrusting his cock in and out of the small triangle between the tops of her legs and her pubic mound. It wasn't the best sex he had ever experienced, but it was going to have to do; there was no way he was going to allow himself to penetrate Kitty at such a young age.
"This is what sex is like?" Kitty asked, as her uncle balanced above her. The whole thing seemed kind of silly, and not at all exciting.
"Well," Rick finally answered as he paused in his efforts, "something like this, except if we were doing it for real, my th...penis would be moving in and out of your vagina, instead of just between your legs, and you would be feeling better that you ever have before."
"Then why don't we do that?" Kitty again tried to push her legs apart, but Rick still held them in a tight grip.
"Because, young lady, you are way too young for that, especially with someone as old as I am. Now, roll over onto your stomach." Rick sat back on his heels, releasing her from his control and giving her room to comply with his order.
"You're not going to stick that thing in my butt are you? Cuz Sally said her cousin tried that once, and it hurt and ..."
"Shhh," Rick said, as he straddled the young girls legs again. "No, I'm not going to put it in your butt. Now, just relax."
"OK," Kitty sighed, not quite as sure as she had been that asking Uncle Rick for advice on sex was a good idea. What was he doing now, she wondered, as she felt his hot, hard manhood pushing back between her tightly-clenched thighs again, this time from behind. When it rubbed against her delicate little pussy, something about the change in their positions seemed to make that pressure feel even better. As her uncle began thrusting into her magical triangle again, Kitty had to admit that she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his cock rubbing her sensitive spot.
Rick felt Kitty's pussy juices beginning to flow a little, something he hadn't expected. The additional lubrication coming from her made the tight space he was using as a surrogate vagina feel a little more hospitable, and he soon he felt himself building toward the climax he so desperately needed.
"Kitty," he gasped between strokes, "this is what it feels like to have a man making love to you, how it feels to have his weight on you, and to feel your body bringing him a great deal of delight. The only thing missing is that if I were actually penetrating you, you would be feeling just as much pleasure as I am."
Kitty still thought the whole thing was kind of stupid, but her uncle seemed to be enjoying it, so she just lay quietly under him, as he kept rubbing his penis along the outside of her pussy, while his belly bumped into her butt cheeks. When he began huffing and puffing, she thought for a moment he was having a heart attack, then she felt something wet and sticky on her butt. She was pretty sure it was his baby juice.
"Oh Kitty," he sighed, "that was so good."
"Is that all there is to sex?" she grunted, finding it hard to breath with all his weight now pressing her into the mattress.
Rick pushed himself up and rolled off her small body. "Well, it's usually a lot more enjoyable for the woman if the man actually puts his pri... his penis inside her. But like I said, you're not ready for that yet."
Kitty didn't move, as her uncle's sperm cooled into a sticky mess on her back. "But even though you didn't put it in me, it was still good for you?"
"Yeah," Rick smiled. "I won't say it was as good as the real thing, but it was pretty close. Come on," he said, "let's get you into the bathroom and cleaned up before your parents get home."
Rick found a box of tissue and began mopping up the mess he had made on Kitty's back. He let his hands linger on her soft skin a little more than necessary as he carefully wiped his goo off. He even allowed himself the quick delight of reaching around and squeezing her little breasts one more time. He sighed, realizing that if he had any common sense left, this would have to be the first and last time he enjoyed the delights of Kitty and her curiosity. His memories of pseudo-fucking her ripening body would have to suffice for the rest of his life, unless he wanted to take a huge risk. Damn, he thought, it might just be worth it.
"So Kitty," he said as he helped her dry, "now do you understand what an erection is, and what it means when a man, or boy, gets one?"
"I sure do," the plucky young girl squeaked. "But there is still one thing I'm not sure of."
"Well, if I hear that Billy is still telling people that I give him a har... an erection, should I slap him, or pull him into the girls' room?"
Rick laughed. "I think you know the answer to that question, young lady. You are still too young to be tempting boys like that. Wait a few years, and make them take you on some nice dates before you cave in to their interest."
"Okay, Unc, thanks for the advice."
A few days later Kitty felt the need to fill another hole in her sexual knowledge. This time, it was her sixteen-year-old brother Charlie who became the unsuspecting target of her interrogation. It was a school holiday, and Kitty took advantage of the fact that they were home alone. She quietly entered his room, and watched unobtrusively for a few moments as he played one of his stupid video games. What was it with boys and violence, she wondered, but that was not the question she wanted to ask. After a few minutes she grew impatient and decided to interrupt him. It was a dangerous thing to do, she knew, but she also knew that he probably wouldn't mind once he found out what was on her mind.
"Charlie, can I ask you a question?"
"Go away, brat," he snarled, crouched over the controller in his sweaty hands. He had been playing for hours to get to the seventh level and slay the dragon, and his annoying little sister wasn't about to stop his quest.
"But...it's about sex," Kitty added, hoping that would get his attention.
"Sex?" he said, pausing the game for the first time in almost two hours. He didn't even know she was interested in sex yet. He had noticed over the last few months that her body had begun to show signs of maturing, but still, this was a shock. And why was he asking him, of all people. It wasn't like he led a very active sex life, even by nerd standards. At sixteen, he was still technically a virgin, assuming that a brief hand job from Ruth, his so-called girl friend who refused to even let him touch her pussy, didn't count. "Uh...what do you want to know?"
"What does semen taste like?"
"How the hell should I know," Charlie snapped. "You think I'm some kind of homo or something?"
"Calm down, Charlie. I just thought that maybe one of your girlfriends might have mentioned it."
"Are you making fun of me? You know I don't really have any girlfriends, at least none that I can have sex with. And why in the hell do you want to know about semen anyway? Are Barbie and Ken doing things in their doll house that nobody else knows about."
"Ha ha. No, I was just curious. My friend Sally says it tastes like salty ice cream, and that just doesn't make sense. I mean, whoever heard of salty ice cream?"
"Sally? Is that your friend with the long blond hair, the one with the big ti....breasts?"
"So you noticed, huh. She'll be glad to hear that. She has kind of a crush on you."
Yeah, Charlie had noticed. Even though Sally was only a year older than Kitty, she was a lot closer to being a full-blown woman. Her hooters were already impressively large, and the tight t-shirt she had worn the last time she had come over to spend the night with Kitty hadn't done anything to hide the fact. She had a really nice butt too, something else that Charlie had been unable to stop staring at, and fantasizing about. And now...she knew what cum tasted like? And she liked him?
"A crush? On me? Gee, she's kinda young for that, isn't she?"
"Well, I'm not sure that's what it is exactly, but she does talk about you a lot. Anyway, if you don't know what semen tastes like, maybe I'll have to ask Mom."
"Mom? Are you crazy? What makes you think she would know?"
"Well, she and Dad have been married for a long time, and it's normal for married people to have sex, right?"
"Of course, but that's normal sex, you know, like making babies and all that. I just don't think that Mom has ever...you know....done anything that would give her experience in that area."
"You mean like giving Dad a blow job?"
"Kitty!" Charlie couldn't believe what his sister was saying. "Where did you hear that word?"
"At school. Do you think it's just high school kids that talk about sex?"
Charlie remembered talking about sex a lot with his buddies when he was Kitty's age, but he had always assumed that young girls weren't as interested in stuff like that. And the few girls that were never seemed to want to have anything to do with Charlie and his nerdy friends. His whole world view had changed in the last five minutes.
"Ugh, the idea of Mom and Dad doing something like that is...disgusting. Don't say anything like that again."
Charlie was blushing, which made Kitty happy. She enjoyed teasing her brother, especially when he didn't even realize she was doing it. The whole Sally thing was made up, of course. Actually Sally thought Charlie was kind of a dork, like everyone else. "Oh well," she sighed, "I guess I'll just have to wait until I grow up to find out."
Charlie felt the doorway into a wonderfully nasty world closing right in his face. An opportunity like this might never come along again, especially for him. Even though it was his sister he was talking to, the rising heat in his loins caused him to act in a very unbrotherly way. And besides, she wasn't his biological sister anyway. "Wait," he said, "there might be something we can do to help answer your question."
"What's that?" a wide-eyed, innocent-looking Kitty asked.
"You could taste my cu....my semen."
"How can I taste it? Don't you have to do something to make it come out, like having sex or something?"
Charlie was beginning to catch on to the fact that Kitty was not as dumb as she was acting. Even a girl as young and seemingly innocent as Kitty must know how to "make it come out". After all, she had just been talking about blowjobs a minute ago. There appeared to be more to Kitty's curiosity than just her simple question. Was his little sister coming on to him, maybe suggesting that they could do something dirty together? His day was getting better by the minute. The dragons could wait.
"You might have to help me." Charlie's voice went up an octave. He hoped Kitty hadn't noticed. "Would you be up for that?"
"Sure. What do I have to do?"
"Um, where's Mom and Dad?" Charlie had been so wrapped up in his game that he had lost track of time, and had forgotten what day it was.
"They're at work, dingbat. Geez, Charlie, some brother you are. They put you in charge when they left this morning, but I guess they didn't know you weren't paying attention. Heck, I could have burned the house down or something."
"Okay, okay, sorry. So, we are alone, but we better close the door anyway."
Kitty closed Charlie's bedroom door, and locked it just to be sure. When she turned back around and faced him, Charlie took his first good look at her in a long time. The short-cropped black hair framing her round Asian face gave her the look of a totally innocence young girl, but for the first time in his life, Charlie began thinking of his adopted sister as a sex object. He had been secretly jacking off with images of his older sister Liz in his head for years, but Kitty had never been a blip on his lust radar until this moment.
"All right," she asked, "now what?"
"I think we should get undressed."
"Both of us?" Kitty frowned. "I thought it was your penis we were going to be using. Why do I have to get undressed?"
"Um, you don't want any funny stains on your clothes that Mom might see, right?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess that's a good idea." Kitty pulled her t-shirt up over her head, unclasped her bra, and quickly stepped out of her shorts and panties. She stood impatiently in front of her brother as he struggled to untie his shoes. For some reason, the sudden sight of his sister naked in front of him seemed to have caused Charlie to lose control of his hands. "Do you need some help?" she asked.
"No, I got it." At last he managed to get his shoes and socks off. He stood up, his wide eyes still focused on Kitty's body as he unbuttoned his shirt. Gee, she actually has some knockers, he realized. Nothing like Sally's, of course, but she was almost ready to trade in her training bra, or whatever they called those things, for the real thing. And her box wasn't the smooth, bare patch that he remembered from the time when he had accidentally caught her in the bathroom last year. There was some actual pubic hair sprouting down there, even if you did have to look close to see it.
He quickly stepped out of his jeans and underwear, suddenly feeling a little foolish standing naked in front of his little sister. I've got to stop thinking of her as my sister, he reminded himself. Not that it was inhibiting his ardor - his dick was already sticking out from his belly at a jaunty forty-five degree angle - but it just didn't seem right.
"Okay," he said, his voice again breaking with nervousness, "c-c-c-ome over here."
Kitty, as fascinated with Charlie's throbbing red tool as he was with her body, slowly walked over and stood in front of him. She was only inches from his body, and his eager dick seemed to be twitching like it was trying to grow an extra inch or so and bridge the gap between their bodies. She had seen Charlie's pecker before, when they were younger, but never so...excited. He didn't quite measure up to Uncle Rick in size, but he obviously didn't need as much stimulation as her uncle had to bring himself to a state of full erection either. All it had taken was a little bit of sex talk, and seeing her naked for a few seconds. Sally had told her that she thought most guys "thought about sex all the time", and Kitty wondered if that meant that they walked around with a hard dick most of the time too. That must be uncomfortable, she decided.
"Now what?" she asked.
Charlie's legs were shaking so bad that he had to sit down on his bed. "Umm, why don't you get on your knees between my legs," he suggested.
"Okay. Like this?" Kitty looked up at her brother's red face.
"Uh, yeah. Th-th-that's good. Are you comfortable?"
"Not really. Give me one of your pillows."
Charlie did as she requested, and Kitty slid it under her knees. "That's better," she stated, "so, what do I do now?"
"Use your hand," Charlie squeaked, his voice breaking again.
"Can't you do it yourself? I just want to watch."
"No!" he snapped. Be cool, he cautioned himself. "It will be quicker if you help me."
"How?" Kitty stared at his cock like she expected it to answer her.
"Just grab it. No, not so tight...yeah, that's better. Now," Charlie struggled to come up with a way of illustrating what he wanted, "run your hand up and down, like you were dusting one of your soccer trophies."
"What are you talking about, I never dust my trophies. Do you mean like this?" Kitty asked, as she wrapped her warm fingers around Charlie's rod and moved her hand tentatively downward.
"Uh-huh...that's it...run your hand all the way up and down," Charlie panted.
"Oh, I get it. It's kind of like milking a goat."
"When did you ever milk a goat?" he squeaked.
"My class went to a petting zoo a couple of years ago, and I got to milk a goat. So, just relax, I know what I am doing."
Charlie doubted that Kitty's brief experience with goat-milking was enough to make her an expert, but she seemed to be doing all right.
"I don't have to touch your balls, do I?" she quizzed. "Cuz I think those things are weird, and I..."
"You don't have to touch my balls!" Charlie almost shouted. "Just keep rubbing."
"Why?" Kitty teased. "Is it like a magic lamp? Is the semen genie going to appear and grant my wish?"
All she got in reply was a groan from her brother. Charlie's dick was smoother and harder than Rick's, and he seemed to be more sensitive too. It only took a couple of minutes for her to have him panting and moaning. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the drops of liquid leaking out of the slit on top of his dick. "Is that semen?"
Charlie didn't want to do anything to stop what she was doing. Her brief handjob was already better than anything he had ever done by himself, and a whole lot better than the brutal yanking Ruth had given him. He wanted to just lie back and enjoy it, but he knew he had to answer her question first. "Not really. That's called pre-cum. It's like oil in a car engine. It's supposed to help make it easier for the man to put his...thing inside the woman."
"Charlie, you can say penis, or even cock. I know those words. Don't call it your 'thing', that makes you sound like you are eight or something. And I know about sex, the penis and vagina and making babies part anyway."
"Okay," Charlie readily agreed, anxious for Kitty to resume her activities. "You're growing up. I get it."
Kitty knew what he wanted her to do, and decided to stop teasing him. She began stroking his cock again, this time with both hands, and faster. "So, if I keep doing this," she asked, looking up at his red face, "will the pre-cum turn into the real stuff?"
"Oh yeah, sis, and real quick. You are really good at this. Are you sure you haven't been playing around with some of the boys after school?"
"Charlie, what kind of thing is that to say? I'm not one of those girls."
"Oh, your just the kind who want to know what semen tastes like, huh?"
"My teachers call me curious Kitty."
She began pumping even faster, concentrating on just the top half of his reddening shaft. Charlie's pre-cum was flowing profusely now, Kitty got it on her hands, and noticed that it made his cock nice and slippery. Now she understood what he meant about it making sex easier.
"Oh God, Kitty, I think I'm going to pop any second now."
"Want me to stop?"
"Jeez, no! Not now! Kitty, if you want a good taste, put your mouth over my cock right now."
"Like this?" Kitty asked as she slid her lips over the tip of Charlie's throbbing shaft.
He put his hands on the back of his sister's head, pushing her mouth a little further down over the purple head of his prick just as his balls began pumping his baby juice up the delivery tube in the middle of his engorged flesh. He held her head tightly despite her protests as his load shot into her mouth and down her throat. It was easily the best orgasm of his young life, and the fact that it was his young sister's mouth that he was filling with his cum made it even better. Charlie was not a very nice young man.
When he finally released her, she pushed herself away from her brother's lap in disgust. "Damn it, Charlie, I think I'm gonna throw up. That was awful!"
"Sorry sis," he said with a smile, "but when a guy is getting ready to cum, he doesn't always think straight. So...what does it taste like?"
"I'm not sure. Most of it just went down my throat." Kitty, quickly recovering from her bout with cum-induced nausea, licked the few drops of Charlie's cream still on her lips. "I guess it's okay, kinda salty, like Sally said. Yeah, creamy and salty and...smoother than I thought. I guess I expected it to be full of little swimmy baby things, but it's very creamy."
"You want some more?" the eager young boy asked. "I think I could make some more if you..."
"No, Charlie," Kitty stopped him. "I think I've learned what I wanted to know. I'll let you get back to your game now."
"Okay," he sighed. "But...sis?"
"The next time that Sally spends the night, uh, maybe you guys could sneak into my room. I mean, if she really has a crush on me, it might be fun."
"I'll think about it," Kitty said as she closed his door behind her. She smiled to herself. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
Kitty was delighted that her big sister Liz was back home from college for Thanksgiving. This was the first time they had seen each other in three months, and she was dying to catch up with everything that Liz had experienced as a freshman. And of course, Kitty being Kitty, she had some questions. Kitty waited patiently until Saturday morning, when at last it was just the two of them in the house for awhile. She found Liz in the laundry room, sorting through the three bags of dirty laundry she had brought home.
"Liz, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Kitten. What is it?"
"How to girls masturbate?"
Liz stopped sorting and turned all her attention to her little sister. Kitty had been following her around like a lost puppy ever since she had come home, and Liz had sensed that there was something on her mind, but she had no idea that it was sex that Kitty was concerned about.
"Uh...why are you asking about that?"
"Well, my friend Sally told me that sometimes when she can't get to sleep she masturbates. I didn't want to seem like a baby and ask her what that was, so I just said 'me too'. I mean, I know how boys do it. When they are acting goofy or try to embarrass girls they wave their fists in their lap, and I can use my imagination. But how the heck to girls do it? We don't have anything to hold on to like they do. Can we use our hands like boys do, or was Sally just making it up?"
Liz went back to sorting clothes, stalling while she considered how to handle the situation. The intent expression on Kitty's face indicated that she was not going to be easily diverted with a joke. Not this time. Liz wondered if Kitty was kidding her. Could her little sister be that unsophisticated? Liz couldn't even remember how young she had been when she discovered the delights of self-stimulation, and it was hard for her to imagine that an intelligent, outgoing girl like Kitty could not have stumbled upon that secret delight already. She sighed, and decided that if she accomplished nothing else on her trip home, other than getting her laundry done, she would at least introduce her sister to the joys of self-stimulation. After all, what were big sisters for? Thankfully it was just that she was curious about, and not intercourse or blowjobs or anything else that a twelve-year-old had no business being interested in.
"Tell you what, Kitten," Liz said. "I'll do even better than just tell you about it, I'll show you. Let's go up to my room."
Kitty wasn't sure what 'show me' meant, but she was eager to find out. She followed Liz up the stairs to her room.
"Sit down, Kitten," Liz patted the bed beside her. "Now...you really don't know anything about how girls masturbate? I mean, you've never played with yourself...down there...while you were taking a shower, or before you go to sleep."
"Play with myself?" Kitty acted mystified. "You mean...like tickling?"
"Uh, it's sort of like that, except it feels a lot better. Look, would it creep you out if I took my clothes off?"
"No, I guess not. I've seen you naked before, and it didn't bother me."
Liz stepped out of her clothes and lay back on her bed. Kitty noticed that apparently all of her sister's panties must be in her dirty clothes bags, because she wasn't wearing any. And instead of the unruly bush that used to decorate Liz's lower belly, now there was only a thin strip, looking as carefully maintained as the lawn in front of their house. I should ask her why she does that, Kitty noted, but Liz was already moving ahead with her lesson.
"I usually start by rubbing my outer lips, just kind of massaging them. That makes them kind of swell up and get more sensitive. Sometimes I squeeze them together, like this....ummm...yeah...I like that. Kind of gets my clit going without me even touching it."
"Clit?" Kitty interrupted.
"Oh god, Kitten, you don't even know what a clit is?"
"Is that the same thing as a clitoris?"
"Yeah, if you're a doctor you might call it that."
"Oh, well then, I know about that. We're not supposed to touch it, right? That's what my sex ed teacher said."
"What! Look, I don't know why a teacher would tell you that, or even why she was talking about it, but believe me, touching your clit is one of the nicest things you can do to yourself. Do you even know where it is?"
"Sure," Kitty responded, "it's down there, somewhere in my stinky parts."
Liz decided it was time to get serious about her demonstration. "Take off your clothes, Kitten, and lie down next to me."
Kitty had been hoping that Liz would say that. She was beginning to feel a little strange just standing there watching her naked sister playing with herself. It only took her a few seconds to join Liz on her bed. Liz had continued slowly rubbing her pubes while Kitty had disrobed, and was beginning to feel really good. She was beginning to pay more attention to the feelings in her body than she was to Kitty, who finally felt the need to remind her that she was waiting. "Okay, now what?" Kitty prompted.
"Give me your hand," Liz said. She guided Kitty's fingers to where her hand was. "Now, put your finger in my crack, toward the top....yeah...right there. Feel that bump?"
"That slimy, hard thing?"
"Yeah Kitten, you found it. Rub your finger around it. Tease it out of hiding...oh...yeah...like that..."
At first the idea of touching her sister's pussy with her finger had seemed gross to Kitty, but Liz was enjoying it so much that Kitty was determined to learn all that she could about how to excite a woman with just a finger. It might come in handy some day, she decided, if she ever needed to teach a boy how to turn her on.
Liz dug her heels into the mattress and raised her hips, pushing her pelvis harder into her sister's hand. "Put...a...finger...inside me," she panted.
Kitty moved into a better position, on her knees between Liz's thighs. "Like this?" she asked, as she timidly pushed her index finger into her sister's tight opening. It gripped her finger like a hungry baby latching onto a turgid nipple.
"Uh...oh...yeah sis...you've got it. Now move it in and out...good...but don't stop rubbing my clit."
Masturbation was turning out to be more work than Kitty had anticipated, but it was worth it. Watching her sister thrash around on the bed, and knowing that she was causing it, pleased Kitty. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was in charge of her big sister, and not vice versa.
"Two fingers...now," Liz huffed. It was an order, not a request, and Kitty quickly complied. Liz's vagina had gripped Kitty's first finger so tightly that she wasn't sure she could get another one in the same hole, but somehow it slid in easily. I guess that's what all that wetness is about, the precocious young girl deduced, remembering what Charlie had told her about his pre-cum.
With Kitty's eager assistance, it only took a few more seconds for Liz to reach a climax. Her hips began twisting even more violently, and she covered her mouth to keep from screaming, a habit she had developed from living in a dorm. Finally her hips plopped back down on the bed. "Stop, Kitten," she said, "that's enough for now."
"Geez, was that an orgasm?"
Liz smiled at her sister, still crouched between her legs. "Yeah, kiddo, that was a big O."
"I thought masturbation was something you did to yourself," Kitty quizzed. "But if you have to have somebody else helping you, that's not really masturbation, is it? Do you do this in your dorm room, with your new roommate?"
Liz felt a chill run down her spine. Did Kitty really know something, or had it just been a good guess. Liz realized she had been talking a lot about Darlene since she had been home, and wondered if anyone else in the family had picked up on the reason for her enthusiasm. Getting to know her new roommate had been quite an educational experience for Liz. She had never considered herself gay, but she had learned to delight in the way that Darlene used her hands and mouth on her in the darken room they shared. The nice part was that Darlene had never insisted that Liz pay her back; she seemed content with just bringing her new roomie to one wonderful orgasm after another.
Liz didn't want to give Kitty any clue that she might have been right about her and her roommate. "Ugh, no, Kitten. That would be like being lezzies or something. I can do all this by myself, but I wanted to give you some hands-on experience." Liz giggled at her own little joke.
"Okay. Can I try it now?"
"Sure sweetie. Just lie back, and I'll talk you through it."
"Okay," Kitty smiled. She propped her head up with a couple of pillows and made herself comfortable. She started rubbing her labia like Liz had She had been experimenting with that kind of contact for a few months now, but she played dumb. She wanted to keep up the appearance of total innocence while Liz was teaching her.
"That's it, Kitten. Is it beginning to feel good?"
"Do you mean tingling, maybe a little ticklish?"
"I guess you could call it that. Are you getting wet down there?"
Kitty pushed one finger daintily into the crack between her small, girlish outer labia. "Yeah, I think so. That's good, right?"
"That's very good. That means your body is getting stimulated. Now, see if you can you find your clit. Spread your legs a little further apart."
Assuming such a revealing pose in front of her sister made Kitty feel a little uneasy, but she did it anyway. It was just an educational experience, she reminded herself. "Uh, let me see," Kitty said, running her finger up toward the top of her crease. Actually, she knew very well where her clit was located, but once again, she didn't want to let on to Liz. "Oh..that must be it! Gosh...that feels good."
"Let me see." Liz put her head down and peeked between Kitty's legs. She was a little surprised by how small her sister was down there. Was I ever that small, she wondered. She reached out and used her fingers to spread her sister's delicate labia a little further apart. "Oh, I see it. Boy, it sure is tiny. Almost as tiny as your nipples."
Kitty wished that Liz hadn't made that comparison. She was already sensitive about the small size of her titties and nips. "Can I put my fingers in me now?" Kitty asked, trying to change the subject.
"No!" Liz warned. "No fingers inside. Don't do something foolish and lose your virginity by accident. Your cherry is valuable, you don't want to break it yourself. Save it."
"Well, Mom might say for your husband on your wedding night," Liz giggled. "But if you are really smart, you can use it as a tool, to get something you really want before you get married."
"Like a date to the prom?" Kitty teased.
Liz felt herself blushing. She had forgotten that Kitty had been eavesdropping when Liz told her friend Melissa what she had promised to Brian Bonner to get him to ask her to the dance. "Uh, yeah, something like that. Anyway, just be careful, and don't break it yourself. That would be a waste."
"And a hymen is a terrible thing to waste.." It was Kitty's turn to giggle.
"You got it, kiddo. You can still have a pretty good time without putting your fingers, or anything else, inside your vagina just yet. Rub your clit...yeah...start slow and easy...you can play with your breasts at the same time. Your nipples should be really sensitive by now too." Liz had to smile at herself as she said that; Kitty's nubbins were barely visible, even when they were aroused.
"Gosh, you're right," Kitty sighed as she massaged her tiny triggers. "I'm starting to feel really good now."
"Just relax and keep it up, sweetie," Liz encouraged her. She had never watched another girl get herself off. It was kind of neat, especially when it was someone as young as Kitty. She wondered if she was witnessing her sister's first orgasm, and felt like she should be more involved. Liz found her mouth drawn to Kitty's tiny labia. She had never done anything like this, but she knew what she really liked when Darlene went down on her, so she began tonguing her sister's slit in the same way. It tasted better than she had thought it would. She began thinking that maybe she would give Darlene a little payback the next time they shared a bed.
"Geez," Kitty shuddered, "what are you doing?"
Liz looked up from between Kitty's thighs. "Don't you like it?"
"Uh...well...yeah, I guess I do. But isn't that what..."
Liz interrupted her before she could use the "l" word. "I'm just fooling around. Call it an experiment. I mean, I would never do something like this to another girl. I just wanted to see how you reacted."
"Oh, okay." Kitty sighed and settled back down on the pillow. Liz found Kitty's clit, and began sucking, imitating Darlene's well-practiced technique. It was so small and slippery that she found it difficult to keep it between her lips, but it seemed to be worth the effort. Kitty moaned like a cat in heat and instinctively clamped her thighs around Liz's head. Liz was pretty sure that she had just helped her sister experience her first climax. Mission accomplished.
She sat back, watching as Kitty gradually settled down. At last, her sister opened her eyes and asked, "Gosh, that was one of those..."
"Yeah, that was it."
"So, I can do this anytime I want to feel good?"
"Well, I wouldn't do it during class or in the cafeteria," Liz teased.
"Oh, silly, you know what I mean. So...is that all there is to masturbation?"
Liz hesitated, then decided that there wasn't any point in holding anything back now. If she was going to corrupt her little sister, she might as well go all the way. "Well, there is something else I can show you." She got up and walked over to her backpack lying on top of her dresser. She unzipped one of the inner pockets, fished around for a second and pulled out a classic Silver Bullet vibrator. It had been her first sex toy. She had bought it on line during her senior year of high school. It had gotten her through a lot of lonely, frustrating nights since then. She hadn't used it in awhile though, not since she had met Darlene.
"I know what that is," Kitty stated.
"Yeah, that's a dildo. Sally told me that her older sister has a couple of them. They are like practice penises, right?"
"Practice? I guess you could call it that."
"You going to show me how to use it?"
"Now what kind of sex ed teacher would I be if I didn't," Liz said, lying back down on the bed. "First you need to get yourself turned on, good and wet. You already know how to do that now, right?"
"Sure, just like you taught me."
Liz began her familiar masturbation routine, and soon had her cooze oozing again. "Now watch," she said, as she positioned the shiny object between her pink inner lips.
Kitty was lying on her belly, her face inches from her sister's dampness, staring intently as Liz pushed the shiny shaft slowly inside her. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked.
"Not at all, not if you are ready. You don't want to try this with a dry cunt."
"Ugh, dry cunt. That sounds so ugly," Kitty groused.
"Okay," Liz agreed, "let's just say you need to be prepared."
Kitty watched carefully as Liz moved her favorite toy in and out of her slick vagina. She noticed that her sister pushed it a little further in each time, and when she pulled it out, her inner lips seemed to cling to it like they didn't want to give it up. Kitty remembered how tight her sister had felt when she had put her finger inside that same fleshy opening, and found it hard to believe that such a big object could be moving in and out of the same orifice without it hurting. It seemed like the shiny shaft was stretching her sister's opening more than she could take., but if the smile on Liz's face was any gauge, pain was not what she was feeling.
"Can I try?" Kitty asked. "I want to try to put it inside me now."
"No!" Liz barked. "Remember what we talked about...your cherry...and how you don't want to lose it by accident? No insertions! At least not until you lose your virginity. But you can still have fun with this. Here let me show you."
Kitty lay back down, and spread her legs wide apart. She wasn't at all nervous about exposing herself this openly to her sister's attentions now. She wondered if she would be able to do something like this with Sally now. The last time Sally had spent the night, they had just talked and played with each other's boobies. The next sleepover promised to be a little more interesting.
Liz turned the bottom of the silver toy, and it started making a low humming noise. It reminded Kitty of when the wasps had built a nest in the attic last summer. Liz pressed the vibrating shaft against Kitty's pussy lips.
"Oh gee," Kitty exclaimed, "now that really tickles."
"How about this?" Liz said, as she opened Kitty's Mons a little and put the point of the bullet right on her sister's clit.
"Holy crap!" Kitty yelled, as she suddenly sat up. "That feels so good, I don't think I can stand much more. Can I try?"
"Okay Kitten, but be careful. You might get carried away and want to push it..."
"I know, I know," Kitty sighed in exasperation. "Protect my virginity, so I can use it to my advantage. Geez, why does sex have to be so complicated?"
Liz smiled "That, Kitten, is one question I can't answer."
Kitty played with the vibrating shaft for a few more seconds, bringing herself to a second, even more intense orgasm, while Liz watched quietly, wondering again if this was really a good thing to teach a twelve-year-old.
When Kitty settled down, she had one more question for her sister. "Where can I get one of those things?"
Kitty hadn't paid much attention to Al Harrison for the first few months after he moved in next door. He was just another adult who didn't really have an impact on her life. Then one day Kitty's friend Sally mentioned that she thought he was kind of cute. Kitty didn't understand why Sally would be interested in a man old enough to be her father. Granted, lately Sally did seem to be attracted to almost every male she saw, but still, Kitty was curious about what Sally saw in the mysterious, reclusive stranger living next door.
He was the round peg in the square neighborhood of Oakview Terrace - a single man living by himself on a street full of houses filled with typical 2 ½ kid, one dog American families. There were rumors that he was gay. Kitty had never actually met a gay man, so she had no way of knowing if that was true or not. She had to admit that he was peculiar though. He was hardly ever seen outside, and even hired someone to take care of his lawn. That made him a definite oddball in the eyes of Kitty's father, who loved working in his yard.
On the first warm Saturday of Spring, Kitty saw her opportunity to find out more about the enigmatic Mr. Harrison. He was outside, washing his pride and joy, a sleek, black Mustang. Kitty decided the time was right for her to attempt to find out for herself just what it was about her very private neighbor that appealed to her friend Sally. She might be able to confirm or refute the rumors about his sexuality also.
She ran up to her room and quickly changed, afraid that he might finish before she had a chance to put her plan into action. She abandoned the wrinkled jeans and flannel shirt she had been wearing, and searched for something that she thought a heterosexual man would like better. She finally spotted her Hello Kitty shorts in one of her drawers. Her aunt and uncle had given them to her for her tenth birthday, as kind of a joke. She had stopped wearing them a few months ago, when Sally pointed out to her that since her growth spurt, "your tush is sticking out, and when you bend over I can see your panties. That had been when she had thrown them in the drawer, intending to never wear them again, but now Kitty thought she could use their brevity to her advantage. Impulsively she slipped out of her panties before donning her extra short shorts. She grabbed a plain white t-shirt and slipped it on. Nothing fancy, she was too flat-chested to try to attract attention to that part of her body.
She ran back outside, relieved to see that Mr. Harrision was still in his driveway. With all the self-confidence and boldness of someone who had never met anyone who didn't like her, she walked right up to him like he was a long lost friend. They had never been introduced, but in a way she did feel like she knew him. On more than one occasion she had seen him peeking at her from inside his house when she walked by. She had even nodded and waved once, and was a little surprised when he waved back.
"Hi," she said, giving him her biggest, friendliest smile. "Can I help?"
She had expected him to snap at her, in keeping with his reputation as the neighborhood grouch. But instead he smiled back. "Hey there, you're Kitty, right?"
"Yes sir," the polite young lady replied.
"Hi, I'm Al. Do you really want to help?"
"Sure. I love this car. It's really cool."
"Okay, I'm just about ready to start drying. Grab one of those towels over there and you can help me."
Kitty's mission to uncover the mysteries of her reclusive neighbor had already resulted in a couple of surprises. He was a lot friendlier than she had expected, and he was kind of cute for a older guy. She was even beginning to reevaluate that "older guy" idea. Up close, he appeared to be quite a bit younger than she had thought.
For the next few minutes, Kitty and Al applied themselves diligently to removing beads of water from the highly-waxed surface of his pride-and joy. It was so reflective that Kitty could see herself in the hood as she bent over to dry it. When she did that, she felt her shorts hike up, as expected, and could even feel a little breeze teasing her butt cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her new friend staring at her legs and tush. Well, so much for the gay rumors, she smiled to herself.
When they finished, Al said, "You were a big help. I think you deserve a treat. Would you like some cookies?"
"Sure!" Kitty replied.
"Well, come on in then." He led her through the garage and into the house. "Have a seat in the living room," he said, as he headed for the kitchen. A moment later he returned with a box of Lorna Doone cookies and a glass of milk. "Shortbread and milk, is that okay?"
"One of my favorites," Kitty grinned.
He set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the sofa where she was sitting and sat down in a chair across from her. Kitty saw him watching intently as she helped herself to the cookies. He didn't seem to be able to keep his eyes off her legs. She sat back, and nonchalantly let her thighs drift slightly apart, conveniently "forgetting" that she was wearing very revealing shorts and no panties. Hello Kitty, indeed. She was delighted to see his eyes grow even bigger. Things were going even better than she had hoped. She had only expected to get to know him a little better, but now it appeared that she could learn more about him right away. The hook was in, now it was time to reel him in.
"Mr. Harrison, can I as you a question?"
"I guess so, Kitty, now that we are friends. What would you like to know?"
"You're not married, right?"
"No, I'm not."
"But you have a lot of girlfriends, right? I mean, you know a lot about women. You like them?"
"Uh, I guess so." He had heard some of the gay rumors about himself also, and figured that was what Kitty was trying to get at. Might as well put an end to that falsehood, he decided. "Yeah, I like women, a lot. But why are you asking?"
Kitty took a sip of milk to clear the cookie crumbs out of her mouth. She wanted to be sure he could hear her next question clearly. "Can you tell if a girl, or a woman, is a virgin just by looking at her?"
Al laughed. "Unless she is a nun, I don't know of anyway of knowing. Why in the world do you care about that?"
"Well, my Mom keeps telling me how important it is for me to keep my virginity until I get married, and I was just wondering how a guy would even know that a girl is a virgin, unless he asked, which doesn't seem very polite."
Al laughed at the young girl's boldness. "Kitty, when mothers tell their daughters not to have sex before they get married, it's more about keeping them from getting pregnant by accident, or getting a bad reputation, than it is about guys actually caring if they are marrying a virgin. This isn't Saudi Arabia."
"Oh, so losing my cherry really isn't that big a deal? It wouldn't keep boys from being interested in me?"
"Of course not. A lot of men prefer their women to be experienced." Al didn't include himself in that category, but he wasn't going to tell Kitty that.
"Gosh, my mom keeps talking about how wonderful a bride's wedding night can be, and how important it is for her to let her husband make her a woman, as she puts it."
"That's kind of an old-fashioned idea" Al smiled. "Like I said, some parents think that the best way to prevent getting pregnant out-of-wedlock is abstinence."
"Abstinence? That means not having sex, right?"
"Uh-huh." Al was finding it harder and harder to maintain eye contact with Kitty. His eyes kept wandering down to her cute brown legs. When she saw him staring, she tucked her knees up under her chin, pushing her tiny shorts even further up her legs, and providing him with a delightful view of taut thighs and even a hint of those delightfully small ass cheeks he had glimpsed outside.
Her knees gradually slid apart again, exposing her miniature camel toe to his view. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties, and he didn't think that was an accident. Girls of her age generally remembered to wear their underwear. It was only when they got a little older, and more famous, that flashing beaver became a normal activity. He even thought he detected a few drops of moisture dampening the fabric outlining her tiny pubes. Could she actually be getting turned on, or was it his fervid imagination?
"So, virginity really isn't that big of a deal?" she asked, interrupting his dirty thoughts.
"It depends on how you feel about it. Everyone has to make up their own mind."
Kitty sat quietly for a moment, pondering what he had told her. Since Liz had introduced her to the delights of self-stimulation, Kitty had developed the unfortunate habit of absentmindedly stroking her pussy when she was preoccupied or deep in thought. Much to Al's delight, that was happening now. Without realizing it, her fingers were slowly sliding up and down the crack so nicely outlined by the tight fabric of her shorts. There was no doubt in Al's mind now - she was definitely getting wet. Al tried not to stare, but it was like trying to tell a TV news anchor not to lust after the new weather girl.
Kitty saw where his attention was focused, and realized that she had been unconsciously playing with herself. She really needed to get control of herself, but at that moment she just continued to let her fingers do the walking. She had wanted his attention, and she certainly had it now.
After a few more seconds of tempting him, she moved her hand away from her honeypot, and asked another intriguing question. "What if I decided I didn't want to be a virgin any more, you know, just get it out of the way so I wouldn't have to worry about losing it accidentally, or to the wrong guy? No more worrying about trying to find just the right man. I mean, what if I didn't find the right guy until I was thirty or something. I think I would hate to go that long without having sex. From what I hear, it's a lot of fun."
"How old are you Kitty?"
"I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen in two months."
"Don't you think that is a little young to be obsessed about losing your virginity and having sex? Aren't most girls your age still playing with dolls?"
"Oh please, Mr. Harrison, get with the times. Kids grow up a lot faster these days. We are surrounded by sex, on TV, at the movies, in music videos - and have you been on the Internet lately? Some of my friends already have boyfriends, and are thinking about having sex, but they are worried about their first time, and how messy it might be with a boy why doesn't know what he is doing. I've decided not to put myself through that, I think it would just be a lot easier if I got rid of my virginity right now, with someone who knows what he is doing. Would you help me?"
Al didn't know how to respond to that. In fact he wasn't even paying that much attention to what Kitty was saying as she prattled on about what she and her friends thought about sex and men and...whatever. He was too busy indulging in his own fantasies about what he would like to be doing with the cute young girl sitting on his sofa. He was so distracted by the pornographic movie playing in his head that he almost missed the question she had asked him. When he realized what she had said, he almost choked on his Lorna Doone. "What?"
"I said, would you take my virginity? Pop my cherry? I don't want to be a virgin until I'm an old lady. That would be such a waste. But I don't want to do it with some kid from school. He would probably just brag about it to all his friends, and then I would have a bad reputation. No, I want someone who knows what they are doing, and can keep his mouth shut, to be my first. Have you deflowered any girls, Mr. Harrison?"
"Uh...yes I have Kitty, a couple of times."
"So you have experience, that's good. Will you take my virginity, please?"
Al's head was spinning. He hadn't expected anything like this when he had invited Kitty into his home. At best, he had been hoping to enjoy a little more of the leg show he had sampled outside, and perhaps capture a few visual memories to be used later in some of his masturbatory fantasies. Even though the young girl that he had gotten to know over the last hour or so seemed to be very precocious, and from the damp spot on her shorts appeared to be getting turned on just by talking with him, he was still shocked that she would actually ask him to deflower her. Not that he minded, of course.
Since the day when his nasty thirteen-year-old cousin had introduced the shy, introverted boy to sex, he had always had an interest in younger girls. It was one of the reasons he was still unmarried at 34. Older women, with real breasts and pubic hair, just didn't excite him enough. But a nubile young girl like Kitty, with her skinny legs and just a hint of swellings under her t-shirt, was sure to get Al's blood boiling, sometimes to the point where he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. That was one reason he had moved.
In his old hometown, he had become just a little too friendly with some of the local Lolitas. A new start, where no one knew him, had seemed like a good idea. His plan had been to keep to himself, easy to do with his job as a free-lance technical writer who worked from home, and confine his dirty thoughts to his imagination. He spent a lot of his evenings alone in his bedroom, hunched over his computer in a desperate search for all the kiddy porn he could find.
His plan had worked fine for a few months, but now he had a young temptress, who could have been one of the girls in his extensive collection of on line porn, sitting in his living room and offering him her innocence. He wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. Even if it was, it was the best damn dream he had had in a long time.
"All right, Kitty, if you are sure. I mean, it is a big decision. You can't take it back. Once your hymen is broken, it can't be fixed."
"I thought you said it was no big deal."
"I said it depends on the person. But if you are determined to do this, then it probably is a good idea to have an older, more experienced man be your first lover. Much better than some sweaty teenager in a cramped back seat."
"Lover? Who said anything about love? That's icky. I thought we were talking about sex?" Kitty was openly toying with him now. She could see the rising lump in his pants, and knew she was responsible for it. Not only was he not gay, but he appeared to be just another dirty guy, like Uncle Rick or her brother. Kitty didn't mind that at all. She was beginning to like dirty guys, and what they could teach her and do for her.
"That's just an expression," Al explained, wiping some sweat from his brow. "Sometimes people call having sex 'making love'."
"Oh, I see. Anyway, I have been thinking about this for awhile, and lately I've been looking for just the right person, and I think it's you. Just don't get me pregnant, okay?"
"Don't worry, Kitty. That's the last thing I want too. So, when...?"
"My dad always says you should strike while the iron is hot. Is your iron hot now, Mr. Harrison?"
"Oh god yes, Kitty. Hot and hard. And why don't you call me Al. So, nobody is going to miss you at home if you stay here for another hour or so? "
"Nah, my dad is playing golf, my mom went to the mall with my aunt, and my stupid brother has his head buried in a video game."
"Okay then, why don't you come over her and sit in my lap. Let's get to know each other a little better."
Always anxious to please, Kitty plopped down in Al's lap. She hadn't sat in a lap since Santa at the mall three years earlier. This wasn't quite the same. Santa-sitting was more like leaning against one of his knees, with your feet still on the floor. Now, her legs were comfortably draped over both Mr. Harrison's thighs as she settled herself onto his lap. She put her arm behind his neck and lay her head on his shoulder, and once again let her knees wander apart. She wasn't sure what this had to do with losing her virginity, but he was the expert, so she played along.
Al squirmed a little bit, no longer trying to hide his excitement. His erection poked up against the bottom of her legs. Let her feel what she is getting into, he decided. He started to give her a kiss, but decided that was a little too much like "making love", a concept which seemed to be uncomfortable to her. Instead, he ran one hand up between her legs, and slowly rubbed his fingers along the midline of her shorts, as if tickling the goofy Japanese cats outlined there. He rubbed her slit, as if in imitation of what her own hand had been doing a few moments earlier.
"That feels good," she murmured.
"How about this?" he asked, as he pushed one finger inside the tight leg hole of her shorts and found her almost bare pubes. He felt a few pubic hairs sprouting there, but she was a long way from maturity. Good, he sighed, just the way I like it.
"Gosh," Kitty exclaimed, "that kind of tickles." Now she was just being coy. Since Liz's lessons, she had become very proficient in self-stimulation, and was way past the "tickle" phase, but she had a feeling that Mr. Harrison would enjoy hearing her react like a little girl.
Al moved his finger up and down her slit, gathering the moisture there like a bee harvesting nectar. He pulled his hand out and licked his finger. Yep, sweet and little sticky - Kitty was a berry ripe for the picking.
"Why don't you take your shirt off?"
Kitty knew that was more of an order than a question, so she quickly complied. She was still a little embarrassed about the size, or lack thereof, of her breasts, and crossed her arms over her chest as soon as her shirt hit the floor.
"Don't be shy," Al cooed, "I want to see you."
"Well, they're kind of small," Kitty pleaded. "I don't know why you want to see them."
"Let me be the judge of that," he smiled as he gripped her wrists and gently pulled her hands away from her chest. "There now, that's not so bad. They may not be very big, but they are very nicely shaped. They look like two scoops of vanilla ice cream, wit chocolate chips on top, just waiting to be licked. I wonder if they taste like that too." He bent forward a little and put his mouth over one of her precious swellings. It was easy to pull the whole thing into his mouth, where he treated her tiny little nipple to a delightful tongue massage.
That was something that Kitty had not experienced before, and she quickly found that it could be habit forming. She buried her head back into Al's comfortable shoulder and sighed. "That feels really nice."
Her new sex coach didn't say anything, since his mouth was full. A few seconds later he turned his attention to her other firm little mound, and gently sucked on it also. While he was bestowing his blessings on her breasts, Kitty felt his hand moving back under her shorts again. It wasn't long before his finger was rubbing up and down her virgin slot again. When he found her clit, she couldn't stay still any longer.
"Gosh, Mr. Harrison, you sure do know how to make a girl feel good. Can you do that some more?"
"Kitty, I could do this all day, but since we don't have that much time, I think we need to take care of your...request. It feels like your pussy is lubricated enough to have sex now. Are you ready?"
"Uh, I guess so. Are we going to do it right here, in your chair?"
"No dear," he grinned, "the sofa will work just fine."
Al had intended to take his young student back to his bedroom where they could be more comfortable, but all of her squirming around in his lap had stimulated him to the point where he didn't want to wait even that much longer. Yes, he decided, the couch would do just fine, even though it was almost brand new. He rationalized that a little preteen virgin blood would be a good test for the stain-resistant treatment he had paid for.
"Stand up, Kitty," he said quietly. Al helped her out of her tight shorts. Her slim, almost girlish body was even nicer than he had imagined. She was every bit as pretty as any of the girls whose pictures he had stored on his computer, and the fact that she was a real-live love doll, standing just a few inches from his face, only added to his excitement. He couldn't resist - he leaned forward and kissed her virgin love mound.
"Hey, what are you doing!" She stepped back as if he had pinched her tender skin instead of pressing his lips softly against her.
"Sorry," he said, "You are so beautiful that I couldn't stop myself." He stood up and managed to slip out of his shorts and boxers quickly and easily. He stood in front of her, his cock sticking straight up, as his eyes took one more slow trip from her cute little feet up to her adorable, babydoll face. He sighed contentedly. Even if she wasn't ready, he certainly was.
"Gosh, Mr. Harrison. Is that thing going to fit inside me?" Kitty hoped she wasn't overacting. Playing the part of an innocent little girl was getting harder to do without giggling. Actually Al's penis was smaller than either Uncle Rick's or her brother's. She guessed that perhaps that was one reason he seemed to have a preference for girls her age. Most twelve-year-olds didn't have enough experience to know that he was, well, erectionally challenged.
"Don't worry Kitty. If I didn't think this was going to work, I wouldn't have agreed to it." He went over to the sofa and adjusted the cushions. "Lie done here, sweetie," he said.
As you have no doubt figured out by now, in addition to being curious, Kitty was also mischievous, and she couldn't resist pulling his chain one more time. She stretched out on the couch, face down. She raised her hips slightly, making her tiny little tush a very inviting target. "Like this?' she asked.
For a second, Al had a flashback to the time when he was sixteen, and had discovered the joys of anal sex with the daughter of his family's housekeeper. He was tempted to take advantage of Kitty's innocence and find out if that perfect butt of hers felt as good inside as it looked outside. But he had promised to deflower her, and he knew he wasn't up to both tasks in the same afternoon. He deferred that pleasure for a later time.
"No, Kitty. Roll over onto your back...yeah...that's right. Now spread your legs so I can get between them...there we go." Al positioned himself on his knees and leaned forward slightly, positioning his small but very hard prick against her labia. Bracing himself on one arm, he used his free hand to rub the already moist head of his shaft along the length of her slit.
"Will it hurt?" she asked.
"Just a little," he reassured her. "Kind of like getting a splinter in your finger. But it only lasts for a few seconds, then it'll be better."
Kitty almost laughed out loud. Yeah, she thought, that thing rubbing against her really did feel like a splinter.
Al would have preferred taking much longer, all afternoon if necessary, preparing and stimulating his young lover before attempting penetration, but he was beginning to feel uneasy about how long she had been in his house. Her parents could come home at any time. Regretfully, he had to skip a lot of the foreplay that he had used so successfully with his other two virgins.
"Are you sure?" he asked one more time.
She nodded, and without any more hesitation, he positioned his hymen hammer between her pink pussy lips, poking around in her heat like a blind man searching for a keyhole. Once he located her tiny opening, he forced open the door to her treasure chest, going forward boldly where no man had gone before, with one strong, confident push.
"Ow," Kitty yelped. "That's not like a splinter, that's more like getting stung by a big wasp!"
"I'm sorry, Kitty," Al said, freezing in place. "But really, the worst is over."
"You mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" she asked.
"Then why aren't you getting off me?"
"Because my dear, the best part is yet to come. Now, just relax, take a deep breath. Your body is as tight as a drum."
Kitty followed his instruction, and as she exhaled she did indeed feel tension leaving her body. As it left, it was replaced by the last two inches of Al's throbbing dick. This isn't so bad, she decided. Maybe real sex is even better than masturbation, like Sally had tried to tell her.
Now that Al had done the deed, he became inspired. He put his arms around her, and in one smooth movement managed to bring himself into a sitting position with Kitty perched in his lap again, this time impaled on his tent peg. The ever-practical bachelor took one quick peek to see if there was any blood on his almost-new sofa. Just a few drops, he noted with some relief.
Kitty sat back, bracing herself with her hands on Al's thighs. "Gosh," she commented, "I can't see your thing at all. It's all the way inside me. We look like two girls rubbing our pussies together."
That image was an echo of some of Al's favorite kiddy porn scenes, but hearing himself being included as one of the participants didn't please him. Always sensitive about his lack of penal prominence, he decided to show Kitty what a real man felt like. He put his hands on her hips,and began lifting and lowering her onto his turgid tool. She quickly caught on. She put her feet on the cushions on either side of his hips, crouched over him, and began bouncing like a gymnast on a trampoline.
At one point she got a little carried away, and his cherry-breaker slipped out with a little "pop". Al took a quick look. There was a little blood on his shaft, but nothing too bad. He wondered if Kitty might have partially broken her hymen herself while experimenting with her fingers. Whatever, all the better for him that it had gone so easily.
Enthusiastically, Kitty quickly reinserted his pocket-sized pecker and began bobbing again. She really is a natural, he thought. She is going to be a real talented slut someday. He reached down between their bodies and found her tiny clit. He began rubbing it with his thumb. That was like hitting the turbo-boost button, she began riding him like a cowgirl trying to break a wild horse. He kept rubbing, and she kept twisting and bouncing, until at last she threw herself down on his chest with a loud "ooof".
For a moment neither of them moved. Even though her body was still, Al was still enjoying the warm, caressing feel of her newly-opened vagina. It felt like her internal muscles were still quivering like a vibrator from the intensity of her orgasm.
Kitty was stunned. She had brought herself to a climax lots of times since Liz had taught her how, but what she had just felt with Al's dick buried in her at the same time his thumb had stimulated her love button went way beyond anything she had experienced before. She was very glad that she had made the decision to get rid of her virginity. If this was what real sex felt like, she was looking forward to some very active teenage years.
Even though Kitty was sated, and thought it was all over, Al was still very hard and his balls were full. "Get up," he told her. "Get on your knees on the cushion, with your arms over the back of the sofa. Yeah that's it. Now move your butt back, closer to the edge. There you go."
Kitty settled into the new position, eager to find out if sex felt different in this position. She felt his belly pressing against her bottom, and pushed her brown butt back toward him to make it easier. His small dick slid easily into her still very wet vagina, and he began busily humping against her. Kitty wasn't the kind of girl to just take, she had to give back. She began thrusting her hips back toward Al each time he slammed into her. That seemed to excite him even more, and it wasn't long until he was making the same kind of noises that Charlie had made just before he shot his load down her throat. He pulled his penis out of her and a few seconds later she felt something hot and sticky landing in the small of her back again.
Now it was Al's turn to collapse. "Oh Kitty, that was amazing. Nobody could guess that this was your first time. You are one incredible young lady. How do you feel?"
"A little tired I guess, and maybe a little sore...down there. It's not like that every time, right?"
"Oh no, from now on you will skip right over the painful part and go straight to the feel-good part. I think you made the right decision."
"Me too," she beamed.
The lay next to each other on the sofa for a few minutes, recovering in silence. Kitty got her energy, and wits, back first. "I better go now," she said, reaching for her clothes. "Thanks for the cookies."
Al sat, still exhausted, watching Kitty get dressed. "Um," he said as she headed for the door, "maybe we can get together again some day. And if there are ever any other questions you have, you know where to find me."
"Okay, thanks, Mr. Harrison. But I think now I know everything I need to know Bye. I really do like your car!"
The next time that Sally came over for a sleepover, she and Kitty spent a lot of time comparing notes on what they had learned about sex lately. Later that night, as they made themselves comfortable in Kitty's big bed, Kitty had one last question for her best friend. "Sally, can I ask you a question?"
"I've been asking a lot of people about sex lately, and I have learned quite a bit. But it seems like most of the time, when I ask anyone older than me, they get all goofy and want to show me stuff instead of just giving me an answer. Does that ever happen to you?"
"Uh...mmm....," Sally muttered, momentarily forgetting her manners and trying to talk with her mouth full.
"Oh, never mind, we can talk about it later," Kitty said, pushing Sally's face tighter against her pussy. She raised her legs higher and spread her thighs further apart, giving her friend even more room to demonstrate the new tricks she had learned from her piano teacher. "Gosh, you're really getting good at that," Kitty sighed. "Get me off one more time, then we can switch."
Sally raised her head. "And no more questions?"
"No more questions, at least not tonight," Kitty smiled at her best friend.
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