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Date: July 1980, 13 years
Once every year us three kids (my younger sis, bro and I) did spend a
week with the Aunt Kate.  Kate was the sister from my mother, was married

and had one daughter named Iris, aged between my sister and myself.  Those
visits were always great fun, as we all four (bro, sis, our cousin and I)
slept on the attic and did the usual kid stuff.

   One Saturday evening we had a trip to the cinema planned, but Iris did
not feel so well.  Reluctant to cancel the trip (my bro and sis had been
talking about it all day already), aunt Kate asked if I would mind staying
at home as well.  If Iris's situation changed for the worse, I could go to
the neighbors and get help.  I did not mind, Iris did not seem too sick to
me, so perhaps we could still finish the game of chess we had started
earlier that day.  Oh yes...  Iris played chess and rather well too. 
Generally she was rather smart.  I think she finally ended up as an
accountant for one of the big firms.

   So, Iris and I stayed at home while the rest went away.  After getting
soundly humiliated at that game of chess, we fixed ourselves something to
drink and watched some stuff on the TV.  Iris started to feel better again,
maybe it was just over exhaustion from being around 3 kids all day.  As a
single kid she was probably not used to the usual hustle and bustle of the
three of us.  Nevertheless, when the TV-show ended, we finished the
chessgame (yes, she manage to thoroughly trounce me), and by then both of
us were tired, so we decided to go to sleep already (and not wait up for
the others that had gone to the cinema).

   While Iris brushed her teeth and so on, I slipped into my pajamas and
waited for her to arrive in the attic.  Then I went to the bathroom to do
my stuff, while she changed into her pajamas.  When I returned to the
attic, she wanted/needed to make another trip to the bathroom for her usual
'last pee'.  God, what is it with those girls??  My sister had the same
behavior...  they always need to pee one more time before actually going to
sleep.  Anyway, I waited on top of my sleeping bag for her to return.  We
had the agreement that one of the boy would finally switch of the light,
while the girls would be able to crawl in their sleeping bags with the
light still on.  So it did not make really sense for me to get in on my
sleeping bag before Iris had returned.

   When she walked up the stairs I notice that somehow she managed to get
the two buttons of the pajama shirt undone.  During the game of chess I
already managed to sneak a few peeks at her developing boobs (probably
causing the distraction that led to my worse than usual defeat that day),
but now this impromptu decollete showed me the top half of her boobs in all
their glory.  Instantly I 'reacted' in the only way any 13 (almost 14 :-)
year old boy would: I got hard!  And as she stepped further into the attic,
I noticed that her stretch pajama bottom clung ever so sexy around her hips
and buttocks: I got harder!  As my dick pressed against my own stretch
pajama pants, I managed to escape most of the embarrassment as I rolled
quickly onto my belly before I got up to switch of the light.  Not that the
attic darkened much...  early July and about nine PM...  still enough light
entering through the makeshift curtains, that aunt Kate hung up earlier
that week, that made me see Iris sitting in lotus position with her legs
crossed and her shirt still partly unbuttoned.  I kind of expected her to
have crawled inside her sleeping bag already, and I hoped to 'escape' to my
sleeping bag unseen with my boner pressing my pajama pants outward.

   No such luck...  as I stood transfixed with my eyes glued to her chest
(where her boobs were now clearly visible all the way down to her darker
colored nipples), she looked up at at me ans said: "You have a boner!"

   She was not being accusatory, but making a matter of fact statement.  At
'boner' it even gave a little jerk...  must have been something
instinctive...  whenever I find out someone sees my hard on, it always gets
harder.  But I digress...

   And she continued: "Did you get it because you saw my boobs?  Can I see
it?  I won't tell anyone and I will remove my shirt completely if I can see
it.  I never saw a boner before."

   Something in her voice made me realize that I still had room to bargain.
Not that I needed to bargain...  my half naked 12 year cousin is asking me
to show her my hard cock...  would any boy refuse that?  But the way she
stressed 'boner' in her last statement, raised (besides my own cock :-) the
following question that I asked her.

   "Did you ever see a normal cock then?"

   "Yes, last spring I saw my father naked when we went to France to camp.
He and mam had sex one afternoon and when I came back from the swimming
pool, they were both still naked and asleep.  So, can I see your boner
now?"

   I sat down opposite of her and pulled down my pajama pants by the
elastic waistband.  As I wanted to pull it over my ass, it got stuck
between my ass and the sleeping bag, so I sat up on my knees.  Now I
managed to pull the pants down all the way, except that the front part of
waistband pulled down my boner as well.  So that slapped back up against my
body when I finally managed to free it.

   As I sat down again, Iris told me to lift my shirt a bit because it
obscured her view.  Instead I unbuttoned it and moved it out of the way.

   For few minutes she looked, commented and asked questions.

   "My dads cock is bigger, but I am sure yours will grow as you get
older." No comment...

   "Has it always this curve in it when it is hard?  Or can you change
that?" "Yes, always..  and I cannot change it, it is not really a muscle
you know..."

   "How long can it stay hard like this?" "Sometimes it lasts 5 minutes,
sometimes 30...  it depends on what I see and what I think about... 
Looking at your boobs, I think it can stay hard forever!"

   "Are those hairs??" "Yes, that started to grow about half a year ago.  I
thought all men should have that.  Didn't your father have hair around hi
cock?" "No.  He and mum are smooth, but they should have hair.  I think
they shave it off.  Just like mom shave her armpits too."

   More looking by Iris.  "Can I touch it?" Of course she could, but I was
at a disadvantage in the viewing department.  "Only if you remove your
pajama shirt, so I can see your boobs!"

   "Have you ever seen a girl naked before?" she asked.  To lie or not...
that is the question.  Problem was that she and sis were fairly close and
confided all their girl-stuff to each other...  "Yes, sis and I played a
game of doctor/patient a while ago and she was the patient.  But she has no
boobs yet."

   "Ok." and she simply pulled the pajama shirt over her head.  Wow...  two
pre-teen titties displayed their charms to me!  Not fully developed yet,
they already showed the potential of what they would become (eventually
Iris grew to have D-cup sized first grade knocker).

   A jerk shot through my cock, the head got a bit bigger and foreskin
could not cover it completely anymore.  Iris's left hand gripped my boner
and tugged softly on it.

   "Ooh...  that feels to hot and firm!" Ooh indeed...  it felt so much
better than doing this myself...  As she moved her hand up and down, the
pulled back foreskin revealed more and more of my purple cock head.

   She kept tugging on my hardened boy cock and as my hands cupped her
minimalistic boobs to squeeze them, I enjoy for the first time in my life
being wanked by someone else.  Experience from private experiments, in the
six months before, has taught me that it would take some time (usually 10
to 15 minutes) before I would really good and squirt that white stuff. 
Iris seemed to know this too because she kept up a steady pace with her one
hand and leisurely pulled down her pajama pants with the the other.  As she
crouched up, I saw the smoothness of her tight pert girl ass only broken by
the crack in the middle of it.  My right hand stopped squeezing her nipple
and moved to caress those ass cheeks.  Sitting down again, she resumed her
lotus position and for the first time I saw the spread open pussy of a
girl. I pulled away my hand between her ass and the sleeping bag and
started rubbing the wet and slippery slit.  Her outer lips were still tight
and she had no inner lips to speak of, but boy did it feel smooth and hot!

   "Ouch" Iris yelped and squeezed my cock real hard.  "Don't be so rough
and don't stick your fingers inside.  Just rub over the surface, that does
feel good!" My lesson learned I kept my ministrations to the outer parts
and rubbed my fingers in the suggested circles.  That seemed to work.  Iris
relaxed and went back to jacking my cock again.

   Both lost in our handy work, we continued to please one another.  My
cock felt as if it grew all the time and Iris's pussy produced such copious
amounts of wetness that I thought she had peed.

   Finally we both came.  As her clit appeared at the top of her slit, I
touched it every time I circled around.  She moaned and sighed more and
more and I felt the telltale signs in my balls...  The sweet cramps that
soon would become unbearable and I warned her: "I am going to cum soon!"
Despite her own oncoming orgasm, she managed to conjure up a handkerchief
out of nowhere and as I started spewing my load (well...  two spurts) she
deftly caught the stuff by covering the head of my cock.  WOW!  That felt
good, as she slid that sperm soaked handkerchief over it...  And then she
came as well.  As my fingers kept on turning their circles, she leaned back
and bucked her hips harder and harder upwards.  Her deep breathing and
moans got louder as she rode out her orgasm against my hand.

   Eventually we ended up laying next to each other, and just after we we
caught our breath, we heared the car return.  A slight panic occurred as we
scampered to find our pajamas in the now almost dark attic.  Just before
her mother walked up the stairs to check on us, we were done and pretended
to be engaged in a game of 'I spy...'.

   As bro and sis got ready for bed too, aunt Kate already tucked in Iris
and me.  Only when she softly whispered that she would not ask how our
pajama bottoms got switched, we realized that in hurry to get dressed
again, we did exactly that...  Oops...

   Luckily no problems came from this, but it did proof to be the last of
those yearly summerweeks at their place.

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