Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Trigger Warning: This is Molestation, predatory exploitation, and sexual
manipulation.  Regardless of how you may feel about it due to the gender
roles, and the characters never even think of it as such, but I have to
make that clear.  It's just as wrong for a teenage girl to molest boys as a
man to molest girls, but that's not how our Culture sees it.  I'm mostly
writing this to work through one of my experiences.  {\Parent
Directory\NonCon/True Story} and also illustrate the double standards that
make this socially acceptable.

   It also makes it almost impossible, and useless for male victims to
report, one of the ways Sexism hurts men too.  The grammar and speling are
to reflect immaturity on the part of the narrator.  Soundtrack: M. 
Mussourgski - Bydlo (Pictures at an Exhibition.}

   Christina Lowel {F/g Cove Ince, fb Pube Mole MC}

   My name is not important, but for the purpose of this confession, I'll
call myself Katarina.  Kat, Tara, even Trina, it doesn't matter.  Now, I'm
not going to make any excuses, I like bad boys.  I don't even love them, I
lust them, and I really get off on abusing them.  I've long since gotten
past the denial phase here, I just don't want to stop.

   How did I get that way?  I don't know.  I started noticing the changes
when I was 8, and some of the boys started to notice when I was 9.  Girls
too, I was the first in the class, they asked me what it was like, my
period was grody, my nipples ached, and growing new hairs itches.  That was
about it, I never had much interest in little girls, but some of the boys
were starting to take an interest in me.  Even 6th graders, or especially
6th graders, because they were starting to outgrow the "Ew, girls are icky"
childish sexism in favor of the I'm going to middle school next year, where
they have girls with boobs immature sexism.

   Then there was me, and a couple girls starting to show in 5th grade. 
So, it started with boobs, flashing them mostly for laughs, the other girls
made fun of the stiffies that produced, but for most of the year, they were
still afraid, and hesitant to actually do anything about it.  Except for
Alan, he was the biggest, a bit of a bully, and therefore decided to go
with what he knew.  The tried and true seduction technique of grabbing me,
and squeezing my boobs.  "Ow!" I kicked but he picked me up, and that
really hurt, so I stopped fighting so much, and he just felt me up.  Great,
what a first time, he finally let me go, and I got a lucky elbow between
his legs behind me.  He pushed me down, and run off clumbsy, but at least I
knew he could get it up.  I felt it, poking my back, and but, and legs
while he was groping me.

   "Huh!" So, that wasn't any fun.  My booblets didn't bruise, like I
thought they would, but they ached for an hour or two, and it was pretty
scary.  That he might have done more, worse, I never thought a 12 year old
would rape a 9 year old, but I knew that word, and what it means.  My mom
told me, not just the regular sex talk, but what men could do if I let
them. How not to go alone, keep an eye out, I think she got some advice
from my aunt, who's a cop, but most of it was about safety, and most of all
awareness.  I might have a quiet girl, and shy, but they stopped ignoring
me when I started to grow so young.

   But that means I could pay attention.  Ignoring me like that means they
didn't think about it.  I know them, they didn't really know me, except as
the 4th grader with boobs.  And they weren't even boobs, I had to stick
them out, and pull my shirt tight to really even show them, really they
were more like nipples with a little swell under them.  Despite all those
warnings, I still had stupid childish romantic thoughts, until Abel scared
them out of me.  Then I knew mom was right, but that also changed my
fantasies, and I did have fantasies.

   At first just the normal fairy tale princess shit, only not prince
charming, a lot of stories had a foil, like the huntsman, or I made one up.
The blacksmith, or the butler, it didn't help that I read my mommas
stories, that looked like romance on the cover, but really turned out to be
shocking smut when you read them.  Like adultery, orgies, lesbian
mistresses, gangbangs, and light SM.  Spanking, candles, bondage with silk
scarves, that kind of thing.  I wondered that dad even let her read them,
but finally realized he just had no idea.  Neither did my brothers, and my
sister was oblivious.  "Girl stuff," mushy sappy romance, just like it
looked on the cover.  Unless you read, 2, or 3 pages in to get to the part
where the teenage heiress gets frisky in the kitchen with the cooks
daughters, produce, shortening, then work their way up to sausages...

   So, mom's little secret, mine was that I knew, and stole them to read of
every conceivable debauchery, that could get a housewife ready for their
husband to get home.  Turns out to be a Conspiracy, even.  Girls don't
think about such things, women's tender sensibilities can't handle it, when
in fact she had far dirtier things than they'd dare to put in those
magazines, with pictures.  Mom played with herself, a lot when we were at
school, I figure because of all the wet oily fingerprints she left on her
smut.  And dad fucked her when she got home, And there was rumors that she
slept around with this person or the other.

   They couldn't all be true, but they at least agreed that she didn't have
lovers.  She had affairs, one timers, and maybe the occasional threesome.
Without dad, again he didn't have the slightest idea that he wasn't
satisfying her.  But she was discrete, enough.  With her affairs, I never
caught her at it, or even masturbating, but I found her smut.  And her
toybag, she had 2, or 3 at any given time, assorted lubes, rubbers, and
eventually a strapon for doing women.  "Ew," I kind of skipped past the
lesbian, woman/girl, and similar passages, because I thought I was
straight. Until I finally accepted I was far worse than gay, but I get
ahead of myself.

   My first boy was Brian, he was a year ahead of me, in 5th to 6th grade,
but we didn't really get into it until summer.  But, I was the tallest one
in my grade, taller than the boys, and he was a bit of a shrimp.  And a
target, the boys picked on him, some of the girls picked on him, even some
of the younger boys bullied him, because he couldn't fight back.  Just cry,
and run away when he got the chance, and cried some more.  Which was good
for me, because then I could get him alone.  Easy, and I even had an
excuse. To hold him, my boob on this face, and pet his hair, and tell him
it was all right.  He got used to that, especially his cheek on my boob,
through my shirt, and I really liked that.

   Then I touched him, he pushed my hands away, he didn't even get a boner,
but I kissed him to shut him up.  I really liked that, until he squirmed
out of it, so I had to threaten to beat him up.  "Is that what you want? 
Sure seems to be what you're good at, getting beat up, plenty of
experience." He finally sobbed out "No." So, I said that this would make
him feel better, kissed him, and put his hands up my shirt.  He got the
idea, and I didn't have to rub his pants long to even feel it get stiff. 
Finally, I got my hands in there, and just played with it until the bell
rings.  On lunch, and recess, which was more than an hour, I quickly
convinced him that going off with me first thing was better then getting
beat up, so I had to make him stop crying.

   We had several places to hide.  Around the school, there was a park, and
more playgrounds across the bridge, and a little creek we could go down to
the woods.  After school, then school let out, but by then I was his only
friend, and he was the only one I had to play "Sexy" with.  I mean play,
even if he could keep it up, he didn't have enough to fuck me, I wasn't
really getting wet, and I could barely get off, alone, which took at least
an hour and lots of fantasizing, when I had that long to do it.  Not the
point, it was my favorite thing, whether I got off or not, and it's a hell
of a lot more fun with someone else to play with.

   The problem is Brad was kind of like playing with a doll.  He didn't say
much, never came up with any good ideas, and again, he was a dickless
little pussy.  And another thing, he was almost impossible to humiliate. 
To start, I'd surprise him with new things the boys didn't think of, but
then those ran out, and I swear he really started to like it.  Not just
namecalling, but if I called him Bitch one day, he'd cry so I could "Cheer
him up," then the next day calling him bitch turned him on!  Then I pissed
on him, until he liked that, made him kiss my ass until he begged to stick
his tongue in there (And I Never thought I'd like That so much) until I
finally ran out of ideas.  It took like a year and a half, but we did
everything I got out of the smut books, made more stuff up, saw a
particularly sick movie called 10 Little Maidens, and acted that out too.
Then he went to 6th grade, then middle school, but I was already starting
to get bored with him.

   I didn't think about it, but Caleb was in 4th grade, when I noticed he
was staring to watch me.  Not just look at me, staring, following me
around, finally I caught him peeking around a tree at me in my yard, which
means he followed me home, and I just didn't involve Bobby.  Whatever,
we're starting to wind down anyway, and he was acting so creepy.  Stalking
me, so I looked away, or kept looking around without stopping as if I
didn't see him.  So, I could squat in the corner, pull down my panties, and
piss right there in the yard where I knew he could see my pussy.  And I was
ten something by then, so I actually had quite a bit of hair on it.  Then,
I stood up, and took my panties off to wipe with.  Then, I got on one of
mom's sun loungers to put my legs up, and rub myself wet with them under my
skirt.

   And just knowing he was watching, "Oh!" slitting my eyes to see him, the
top of his head peeking over the fence.  Made it exciting in a way that it
hadn't been in quite some time.  So, I played hide and peek with him for a
while, hoping he'd get braver, and do something, then thought of a good way
to use it in a trap.  But first, I showed off, flashing him, walking by the
windows, looking at my reflection in them to touch myself, finger myself
off, and even molested Barry a few more times so he could see it.  And even
that was exciting, he was 13 by then, so he could keep it up, and even
stick it in me, but still fell out if he tried to fuck.  So, I pinched him,
in my pussy, as tight as I could squeeze it around his head.  So he
couldn't cum, "Don't cum, don't you dare get off, you sick little boy, like
I'd want your filthy mess inside me," but of course he did.  He got off in
it, I just pinched him, and pulled it out.  Held it tight with my thumb so
it backed up, and all came out at once when I let it go, as soon as his
orgasm stopped.

   Then, I knew.  He watched that, the way I abused him, and it didn't
scare him off.  He didn't run away, find some other girl to stalk, and peep
on.  He didn't just like to look at me, see me naked, and I'm pretty sure
steal my panties.  He also liked to watch me, humiliate, piss on, and ruin
the orgasms of my boyfriend, at the time.  Which is great, because I was
going to need a new one anyway, as long as he had some idea what he was
getting into...

   ;

   Boys will be Mine {fmm Bond Bi Forc}

   So, I was shy, and quiet as a child, but all that changed in 4th grade.
When I got my period, and started to develop, early.  First in my class, I
even became the tallest one in my grade.  Which got me a lot of attention
from boys, good and bad.  At first being the center of attention was
flattering, but at the same time, there are bullies, and girls can be cruel
too.  So, often I was torn between feeling proud, and wanting to hide where
I could cry.  I guess it didn't help that I found my folk's stash, and I
don't just mean porno, but also home movies.

   Not that they were all that sexual around me, or the other kids. 
Affection, they hugged and kissed, like normal husband and wife do.  I knew
they were screwing too, obviously, how else did they have kids?  But then,
I had the house to myself for once, I was feeling a little naughty, and
went to snoop in their room.  At 9, I had seen just about everywhere else,
know where the boys hid their whackoff material, national geographics, and
underwear ads.  I even walked in on them, my brother trying to hide his
pictures, and his hardon at the same time, my parents laughing and
wrestling naked.  So, I wouldn't say that I was sheltered, but that doesn't
mean there weren't any secrets, either.

   Then, big Bobby grabbed me.  He's a 6th grader, they called him Big
Bobby because there were lots of Bobby's, and guess what, he was the
biggest.  A couple years ahead, he used to bully all the kids, boys and
girls, but then a couple years ago, he stopped, and focused his attention
on the younger boys.  Then, my shirts started getting tight, and he noticed
me too.  There were other girls, in 5th, and 6th grade, but I was the
tallest one my age, so I suppose that's why he started looking, and
following me, and doing stupid obvious things to get a better look.

   Like one time, he knocked the books out of my lap, and laughed, but he
just stood there laughing, when I bent over to pick them up.  When I sat
up, he was grinning, he looked down my top, and said something about not
wearing a bra.  Of course not, I was 9, they didn't have one small enough,
and honestly it's not like I needed the support.  I really didn't
understand what the big deal was, because it was really more how my nipples
swelled up, and pushed it out, but I guess I had a little under them to
hold them out.  Probably why he pulled that stupid trick to look down my
shirt, but I ran away blushing.

   Then when I got alone, instead of crying I stopped feeling embarassed,
and started feeling, I don't know, good?  I mean, he's a bully, but I
didn't stop blushing, when the embarrassment went away, and I even caught
myself bending down in front of him.  Later, when I saw him looking, with
no excuse to pick something up, just so he'd look down my blouse again. 
So, that backfired, because that afternoon, he caught me walking home, and
grabbed me, and felt me up.  That was scary, I thought he'd do much worse,
but I stopped bending over to show off, and wore a better fitting shirt the
next day.  And an undershirt, so my nipples didn't show through, even
though it was hot.

   Oh, and the other reason is the older girls thought he was a "Jerk."
They said it all the time, and I learned what that means, but for some
reason, that's who I thought about.  When I found the drawer under mom and
dad's TV, the tapes therein, and put one in to watch it.  I'd seen porn
before, my brothers graduated from underwear, and bush titties to real
magazines, Penthouse and Playboys with friends, so I snuck in to look at
them too.  But I checked that already, they didn't have anything new, so I
got bored with that.  This time was different, because one it opened on my
parent's bedroom, the same bed I was kicking back on with the remote, and
2: mom bend dad over.  Right on the end of the bed.  He had his underwear
on, but she spanked him!

   I giggled, mom spanked me, and dad spanked the boys, but I never even
though of her spanking dad.  Oh, and also: 3.  She had on high heels,
fishnet stalkings, a garter belt, and a bodice.  Not like a bustier, or
whatever, it just covered in the middle like you took a 1 piece swimsuit,
cut off the bra and panties, then laced up the back so it made her sides
suck in real skinny.  "T'hih!" And no bra and panties on, she was turned
away, so I just saw a little side boob when her arm cam back, but when she
smacked his underpants, his but jiggled, and so did hers.  "You been bad?"

   "Yes!" he yelped, "So bad."

   "How bad?" she rubbed his underwear.

   "So bad, uh!  You wouldn't believe." I couldn't stop giggling.  But
then, she let him up, and turned around.  So I could see the fur under the
front of her bodice, and her boobs.  I guess it was a kind of corset, but I
never knew what a corset is, I found it in her closet, though.  It wouldn't
fit me, even if I pulled the laces all the way, which I couldn't do because
they were in back, but he pulled the laces.  And it was too long, but i
remembered finding it.  I don't know, the boys were probably playing
football, and I hate football, so I stayed home.  Like every saterday in
football season.

   She looked up, with his arms behind her, and god, the look in her eyes.
I never saw her look like that before, but he saw it.  Looked down, and
kissed her.  "Oh!" I had to hug a pillow or something, I never saw him kiss
her like that before, either!  Then, he tied her up.

   "You trust me?"

   "Yes," breathless, "I trust you." Looking in her eyes, then the camera,
her eyes changed, but then she looked back at him, and I saw the love in
her eyes again.  Oh, he pulled the corset off, over her arms so her boobs
dropped down, and she was just wearing the fishnets with the belt to hold
them up.  It took him a while to pull the laces out, but that's what he
used.  He put the ends together, and pulled the middle between her wrists.
Then he wrapped one end around, the other way to go back and forth, in and
out, working his ways down to her elbows until the ends hung down.  This
made her boobs squish together in her arms, and the red ribbon looked like
barber pole stripes on her white skin.  Herringboned, I guess, the way they
crisscrossed in between, it looked so beautiful.

   I couldn't see, anything but his back, and his butt, but he got between
her legs, and she looked up one last time, before his shoulder got in the
way.  And that's when it happened.  I barely touched myself, mostly just
felt my chest, and rubbed my legs, which felt so hot, but I started
thinking, back to the beginning.

   "You been bad?"

   "Hm!"

   "So bad," the smack through his underwear, "You wouldn't believe."

   "Hh!" Then I thought I had an orgasm.  Of course I heard of them, read
about them in the Forum, and Letter sections, even heard one, my mother,
then my father, as the grunting and slapping stopped, but it felt so
dreamy, and I closed my eyes just to feel it better.

   But, that's when I remembered Big Bobby.  His hands on me, and thought.
I even said it, "I know a bad boy!"

   Then, I ran the tape back, stuck it back in the back, behind the store
bought ones with labels.  I watched those before too, and some of them had
some rough scenes.  You know, spanking, light bondage, reluctant force, but
this was different.  I finally saw them make love, how much they love
eachother, and how they showed it.  The spanking was shocking, but the
image of the way mom's arms were bound together, with the ribbon, and she
looked at my father was the most beautiful thing I ever seen.  But the more
I thought about it, the more I knew I wasn't ready for that.

   "You trust me?"

   I don't trust anyone that much.

   "Hey," he looked back, "Leave him alone!" I pushed him, from behind, but
he was bent over, and tripped on the younger boy he was holding down.

   "Shirely?"

   "Don't Shirely me," at least he didn't call me Squirrely, I slapped his
but, "Hm!" Bit my lip and opened my eyes.  "mh!"

   "Ow!" he tried to get up, "What was that for!?"

   "You grabbed me!" I yelled.

   "Hey," he put his hands up, "Not so loud?"

   "WHY!?  Because you're ashamed, you Bully!" He was sitting up, on his
elbows, so I had to bend over and slap his face.  "No wonder you can't get
a girlfriend, you big fat Jerk!"

   "Ow, stop it!" He got his hands up.

   "Ow, stop it!" I made a face, "Why, you gonna cry, you crybaby?"

   "No?"

   "Well, that's what you say, when you beat up little boys.  You like
little boys, big bad Bobby?"

   "No?"

   "Then why're you always grabbing them, calling them gay?  You gay,
Bobby? You wanna fuck little boys?"

   "No!"

   "Well," I turned, "You're never gonna fuck any girls until you learn how
to treat us!"

   I stomped off.  Or, I would, if I ever could go through with, something
like that.  It's exciting, to think about.  Beating him up, spanking him,
humiliating him.  But I didn't, I saw him beating up that boy, and ran
away. But I was so excited, I got my hands between my legs as soon as I
could until I couldn't breathe, and had to stop.  "Hhn hhn hn!" It was,
almost as good, as that first time.  Watching my parents movie, then
thinking about him.  I thought I was falling in love with him, but I don't
want to fall in love with a jerk.  A bully, and what if he hurt me?  But he
was the only one that ever, really did anything.  Sexy with me, sure it was
scary, and hurt a little, and made me cry.  But now, I just had to think
about him, his hands on me, his body behind me, and the fear washed away,
and I had that feeling again.

   "Hihnnnh!"

   I just panted, looked around.  Nobody around to see it, but I was still
blushing, ashamed of myself, and I didn't even undo my pants.  Just groped
myself, and felt my legs until it washed over me.  Until I got off, and
thought it was an orgasm.  Then the bell rang, so I ran to class.

   Just 1 class, then lunch and recess.  Recess is so you can go to lunch
while the other classes are in the caffeteria, but they don't really pay
attention.  You could stay in the lunchroom through recess, or skip lunch,
and play on the playground the whole time.  Most kids did that, or wolfed
it down, and went out to play.  The main thing is there's not enough seats
for everyone, but we're not supposed to take food out.  They had trashcans,
and I brought lunch, so I could eat out there as long as I threw the bag
out.

   And wrote, fantasies, or plans on how to seduce him.  Bobby, it was
definitely a plan now, not because I love him.  He's a menace, somebody has
to do something, "But what can I do?" Well, for one thing, I can distract
him.  I know, I don't have any free time to push kids around, now that I'm
the biggest one in class.  Not that I would, but I thought about that too.
It would be easy, but that would make me just as bad as BBB.  Big Bad
Bobby, I imagined him like the Wolf, and I don't want to play Mrs.  Piggy.
Or get a red riding hood, but that was my first plan.

   I tried dressing down, baggy shirts to cover them up, but that just made
it easy for him to knock the books out of my lap, so I'd bend over.  I had
a little sister, though.  Too little for my handmedowns, so mom saved them,
and I knew where the box was in the attic.  I watched him, when he wasn't
beating up boys he could catch, or the teachers were looking, he was
looking at the girls.  The 5th and 6th graders, the ones that showed even
more than me, but he stopped looking at me, after the 1 time he got brave,
and grabbed me.  He's a coward, that's what he is, but the next day I wore
a skirt, a nice long modest one to hide the shorts I made under them.  Just
cutoffs, but an old pair of pants that were too tight to pull up and
button, until I cut the legs off.

   I giggled, in the mirror they pulled in my butt, and in front so you
could almost see my cooch.  And I pulled them way up over my hips so they
would button if I lay down, and sucked my tummy in.  Which pulled my waste
in, like mom's, and it was hard to breathe, but made my hips stick out, and
my butt look awesome, and I could feel them so tight over my cooch.  I felt
sexy, especially with a nice tight shirt I could rip, and tie at the
bottom. "Yeah," mom had 3 mirrors, so I could twist, and turn, I almost
wanted to set up their camcorder on the dresser to make a real good shoot.
Yeah, I felt like a model, I just had to smuggle them out, tuck the shirt
in my skirt, and find a place to stash it when I got to school.

   Then I chickened out, until it got hot.  On lunch, but I saw BBB follow
another boy, and chase him around the building where he could beat him up.
So, I pulled the skirt off, and tied the tails tight in front.  I felt like
a superhero, changing out of her secret identity, but I better hurry.  The
boy ran out, crying, probably to tell.  So, I walked around the corner. 
"Oh!" I looked up, "Sorry." Moved out of the way, but he looked worried. 
Then, I looked back, and sure enough he checked out my butt!  He looked up,
and tried to play it off, but I stopped.  Posing, just like I practiced, my
hand up on the corner, smiling, a little side boob in the tight shirt that
made me feel like my nipples would tear it open any minute.

   "Hh," I planned for him following me, but then I heard the principle
yelling, "Robert!" So, I turned the corner before they saw me, and I got in
trouble for dressing so slutty.  I read the schoolbook, specifically for
what was not allowed, because it might be Provacative.  Well, that was the
plan, to provoke him into thinking about something else, then beating up
younger boys.  "Hh," I got my skirt back on, with all the distraction, but
this time I was too late.  I went into the caffeteria, where it was air
conditioned, and got a cold milk to drink until the bell rang.

   "Hey," by the busses, "Shirely, right?

   I brushed my hair back, "Not squirrely Shirely any more?" I scoffed.

   "What happened to your," he looked down at my skirt, "Makeup?"

   "i don't have any makeup."

   "Well, I mean when I saw you, at lunch before."

   "I still didn't have any makeup on." I shook my head.  "Why, did you
think I did?"

   "Well, yeah, some blush, maybe some lipstick?"

   I shrugged, "I was just hot, I guess."

   "YeahH!" he kind of laughed, and then I realized what he ment, "In those
shorts?" He followed me, on the bus.  He always rode my bus, and terrorized
the neighborhood when he got bigger, but today, he sat next to me, instead
of picking on the other kids.

   "You mean," I lifted "These shorts?" His eyes went big, and he blushed!

   "Yeah!"

   "Sh!" I pushed his hand back, "You want to get me in trouble?"

   He looked around, "What for?"

   "You know, we're not supposed to wear them, this short to school."

   "Then why'd you do it?"

   I shrugged, "I don't know, to see what would happen?  Anyway, I had to
wear the skirt over it, to get away with it, and that's why I got so hot."

   "Well," he laughed, "You sure looked hot."

   I laughed too.  "Ow!" He rubbed his arm, "What was that for?"

   "You don't remember?" he shook his head, "You grabbed me, and felt me
up, it was like last week?" Okay, a few weeks, maybe even a month.

   "I'm sorry," he looked away.

   "Well, you should be.  You want to be a virgin forever?"

   "I'm not," he grinned to hide his lie, "A virgin?"

   "Hah, who'd you do it with then?"

   He said a girl, I shook my head, "She told me, you tried to hit on her,
but were such a jerk about it, she laughed in your face.  What do you think
we talk about in the girls room?"

   "I daknow, shoes and,"

   "Boys, just like you talk about girls in the boys room, duh."

   "Well, how do you know?"

   "I have brothers?' Again, duh, but at least he's paying attention to me
now, and I was so excited because my plan worked!  "Well, if you ever want
a shot at getting laid, you're gonna have to learn how to talk to girls."

   "Well, I bet you're a virgin, or are you a slut?"

   "See?" I shook my head, "If your not a virgin you're a slut.  Where's
that leave the rest of girls?  Is there nothing in between in that
primitive brain of yours?  That's how you keep scaring girls off, when
you're not jumping us from behind like a coward."

   "Hey, I'm not a coward!"

   "Huh!" the bus stopped.  "Let me out?" My stop.  I turned, looked back,
with my arm up on the seat.  "Well?" he started sitting down "Come on?"

   "Where?" Dumbass.

   "You're not going to learn anything sitting on the bus thinking about
who to beat up next and feel like a man.  Come on," I took his hand off the
seat back.

   "I don't,"

   "Then why do you beat up little boys?"

   "I don't know, cause,"

   "It's not for the challenge, or you'd find somebody that fights back. 
You like babies?"

   "No?"

   "Pussies?  Cause that's what you call them when you beat them up. 
You're a coward, a brave boy takes a fight he knows he can lose, because
it's what's right.  You're the badguy, you really didn't know that?"

   "Well, what about you?"

   "I'm a girl," duh?  "Girls are for loving, not fighting." He let my hand
go.  "That's how I stop bullies, fighting sure doesn't seem to satisfy
you."

   "You," he stopped, looking at his hand.  "Love me?" Finally realizing
I'd been holding it all this time.

   "Not yet," I patted his leg, "You need a lot of work before anyone will
love you."

   I took him home, mostly because my brother is there, he's Jr Varsity,
and could twist a knot in his neck if he did anything stupid.  I told him,
"Seriously, you know my brother?"

   "Yeah?"

   "He used to bully you, d'you like that?"

   "No?"

   "Then why do that to other boys now?"

   "I guess you're right?"

   "About what?"

   "I guess it, you know.  Makes me feel bigger, and stronger." I was
hoping he'd admit being a coward.

   "Well, you are, so what's the point of proving it?" He shrugged, "What
you need is something else to do with your time.  So, lets start with
getting you a girlfriend.  Who do you like?"

   He shrugged.

   "Huh!  It helps if you know the girl you're going for, so you know what
she likes.  Pick a girl, I probably know her, so I can telly you what she
likes.  I know you like" what's her face, "Anna" as in Anonymus, "So, you
want to try to go out with her?" He nodded, "Well, here's the secret," I
leaned over, whispered in his ear, "She likes spanking." Looked down, and
Boing!  Straight as a post.

   "Guh," he shook his head, "Really!?"

   "Yeah, it's her favorite game," I lied, couldn't help grinning, "She
spanks her brothers all the time!"

   "Nu uh!?"

   I laughed, "Why, because he didn't tell you?  So you can tease him, and
beat him up for it?  He doesn't even like it, but why do you think he's
just a wimp?" And I could see the gears turning in his head.  Stupid,
Shirely, now he'd start teasing him about that, "Now," I turned his head,
"If you start teasing him, and beating him up, you think his sister's
really going to like you for that?" The light bulb finally lit up.

   "No?"

   "That's right, your mom spank you, or your dad?"

   "My dad, my mom used to, but now just my dad does." This was a while
ago, everyone spanked their kids, even the good ones.  That I knew, anyway.

   "Well, you ever been spanked by a girl?"

   "No?"

   "Ever thought about it?"

   "Of course not, doesn't it hurt?"

   I grinned, "Not if I don't hit you that hard." My hands were shaking I
was so excited.  I'd honestly been fantsizing about this, how to talk him
into spanking him, "And besides, I owe you a spanking for grabbing my boobs
like that."

   "I said I was sorry."

   "Well, bend over, and let me try it, and maybe I'll let you touch my
boobs again." Like I didn't really want his hands all over me, right now.
But luckily, I wanted to spank him more.  "Go on, bend over, you can keep
your pants on until you start to like it." He finally did it, so I felt his
but.  "Hhh," my hand shook.  "Hhh," he tensed up, "THERE!"

   I practiced, on a pillow to see if it hurt my hand.  And on my thighs, I
can kind of spank my butt to, but I can't see what I'm doing, and my thighs
are more sensitive.  "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I rubbed it in, and bent
down.  He shook his head, but I rubbed my chest on his shoulder, and arm,
and the side of his back.  I turned his head, felt under his chin, and
kissed his cheek.

   "Uh!" And his his other but cheek quick while he was distracted. 
"There," I rubbed it in, "You like it?"

   "That wasn't too bad." But I got up, on his back to rub my chest up and
down it.  "Mh," he nodded, "That feels really nice." I felt under his
chest, his muscles bulged out holding himself up like that, and rubbed my
thighs into his but.  I took my skirt off, so they were mostly bare, but
the shorts felt so hot and tight in my crotch.

   "Hh!" And I got that feeling.  "HhHhH!" I got off, thinking about him,
holding me like this.  Only standing up, but his hands on my chest.  I
pulled his shirt out, to reach under it.  "HhHH!" I never felt so horny,
and I could smell his hair.  "Here," I slipped down to my knees, "Sit up,"
and got my feet under my thighs.  "Didn't that feel good?"

   He nodded, big stupid grin on his face.  "So," I took his hands, "That's
how you feel a girl up.  Gently," I warmed, "Don;t squeeze too hard, but.
mnh!" I bit my lip.  "Hhhh!" I got off again?  God, it was so intense, I
just held onto his arms so I didn't fall back and hit my head.  "Oh!" I
just let it fall back, hang so my hair draped over my back.  "Huhhooh!"

   "Hey!" My brother came in, "What the fuck do you think you're DOing!' he
hit him, "to my SISter!" again.  n He got his hands up.

   "I'm sorry!' he wailed.

   "GET the Fuck Outta here!" he through him out, the back door.  And I
mean, he stumbled and fell down, "AND IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN, I'LL RIP
YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF!"

   I heard them, the door slam, even him falling, sprawling on the lawn.  I
looked out, turned my head to the window, but he was getting up.  Bent
over, crying, and I closed my eyes.  "HAH!" Squeezing my hands between my
legs until my knuckles dug into my thighs hard.  "HuhHhHH!"

   And then, I felt my first orgasm.  I thought I had before, but I even
wet my underwear, a little.  The tight shorts digging them into my crotch,
I could feel them, and I couldn't stop shaking.  "huH!?" God it was
intense, and all the images flashed back from seeing him, crawling, crying,
bent over, his tight jeans, and feeling his pocket, the slap of them on my
hand, turning him to kiss his cheek, and the smell of his hair while I was
on top of him, behind him, feeling his chest.  "HAh!" It took a while
before I could breathe, open my eyes.

   "Wow," my brother looked down, his eyebrow up, smirking, "You really
like him, huh?"

   I shook my head, "I hate him."

   He sat down, "Is that why you, brought him over here?" He put his arm
around me.  "So I'd beat him up?" As my brother, I guess he could tell by
the look on his face.

   "That wasn't my plan," but it worked.

   "Did you, just." He didn't say it, but I nodded.  I don't know why I
started crying.  I just kind of babbled, I told him.  What he did, and how
that made me feel, and about finding the video, and, I don't remember the
rest.  He probably didn't understand it through all the blubbering in his
shirt, but I just really needed a good cry right then anyway.  "Snh!"

   He held me out, by the shoulders.  "Well, I swear if he,"

   "No," I looked at him seriously, until even the anger fell out of his
face, "I haven't even started to make him suffer yet.  Don't ruin it, and
don't tell anyone so they ruin it."

   "Okay," he even looked a little scared, "But if you ever need me to:"

   "I know," and that made me feel a whole lot better, "I'll let you know
if I want you to beat him up again."

   The real fun began the next day, when he approached 'Anna', and she can
be one of the cruelest girls in school.  It's kind of a competition, but
she's won more than once.  Not like that, she doesn't even slap arms, but
she could have a real wicked tongue when you pissed her off, and he hadn't
been publicly humiliated yet.  I sat with her, in the lunch room, but I
couldn't find the right time to tell her.  To warn her, all right I'm a bit
cowardly myself, they talked the whole time, and I almost never did anyway,
because it's hard for me to think of the right thing to say.

   "Uh," he came up, but didn't know what to say.  "Hey, Anna."

   "Ugh!" She scoffed.

   "Come on." I took the other girls with me.  "What's up, what's going
on?" I had to stop giggling.

   She threw her whole tray at him.  Hit his face, but most of it went all
over his shirt.  He looked down, started crying, and I had to close my eyes
a moment.  "PERVERT!" She stomped off.

   "What gives?"

   "Hm?' I shook my head, "Oh," I told them what he did, and what I did to
get revenge.  The giggled, "No, really!" I nodded, laughing, "Yeah, I
spanked him!  Hihnhnhnhin!  Yesterday, after school.  He liked it!"

   So the whole school knew, and I was popular, for like almost a week!  It
sucked, everyone kept coming up, and talking to me.  I hate it, but still.
It was worth it, every time I saw him moping around the halls, his
shoulders tensing when someone called him "Bad Boy Bobby," and slapping his
butt.  They harassed him, like all the kids he harassed, especially all the
boys he harassed, ganging up on him so he couldn't fight back.

   Then it blew over, but he stopped bullying for a while, just got
depressed, and mopey the rest of the year.  Then, he went to middle school.
When I saw him again, he had a girlfriend, and was all Goth, or Emo, or
whatever they call it these days.  "Hh," loser failed, he should have gone
to high school, and be a freshman when I got to Jr.  high, but he couldn't
even get that right.

   "Hey,"

   "Uh!" she rolled her eyes.  With all that mascara, and dark lines around
it.  "You're going out with Bobby."

   "It's Rob, now," she scoffed again.

   "Yeah, well I'm Shirley."

   "So?" and he didn't tell.

   "So, who do you think made him turn Emo last year?" Oh yeah, and I
tested out, skipped 6th grade.  So, technically it was last year, or a year
and 8 months.

   "Oh yeah?" she just flicked off her cigarette to wander off.

   "He still like spanking?"

   "Listen," she turned around, "Creepazoid, stay away from my boyfriend."

   "Well," I grinned, "Try it some time.  Spank him, he really likes it."

   She pretended to scoff, but I saw it.  She thought about it a second
before she played it off.  Then, I just waited...

   But, before that.  I guess word got around, but this other boy Ryan came
up to me.  With the obligatory "Hey."

   "Uh!" I closed my notebook, as soon as I saw his shadow.

   "What're you drawing?"

   "Was there, something in the way I just sat here, drawing that said I
think she wants me to go and interrupt her?" It was getting real hot too.
My picture, the weather was actually starting to cool off.

   "Sorry," he turned, looked so sad.

   "Awe," I giggled a little, "It's okay," pulled my pencil out to tuck it
in the spiral, "What's up?"

   "Well," he shrugged, didn't know what to say, "You're Shirely, right?"

   "Yeah, no kidding." Private joke, "What's up?"

   "Well," at least he sat down, "I heard, what you did to, that boy." Last
year.

   "So?" I thought, "What boy?" The rumors were getting pretty weird by
then.

   "Bobby?"

   "Oh," that was true, "Well, you got a bully problem?"

   "I guess,"

   "But that's not it." I shook my head, "Well, what did you hear?"

   "Well, that you tricked him, and tied him up, and spanked him, and
fucked him, and."

   "Stop right there," it had been going around.  Add Skanky Shirely, and
Slutty Shirely to the list of namecalling.  "Huh!  I spanked him," and got
off on it, "That's it."

   "Oh." He shrugged, wouldn't look at me, but he held his hands in his
lap.

   "So," to cover his crotch, looked like.  "Did that sound like fun?" I
leaned over, 'getting spanked?'

   He blushed, shook his head.  "Well, no.  I mean.  huh!  It's just, I'm a
virgin, and I heard you'd do it with anyone."

   "Well,' I laughed, "You heard wrong, but.  You're cute.  It's okay, I'm
a virgin too."

   "Really?"

   That so hard to believe?  "Huh!  I'm 10, everyone here's either a
virgin, and lying, or doing it way too young anyway.  I like spanking,
though.  You like spanking?' He shrugged.  "How could you not know?"

   "I never tried it?"

   "Your folks, don't spank you?"

   He shook his head, "I mean, the boys hit my butt sometimes, but I don't
like it."

   "So," I shrugged, "That just means you're not gay.  You have to try it
with a girl, and then decide if you like it or not." Sounded good to me, at
the time.  Hey, it worked, and did I mention I was 10?  "You want a
girlfriend?" He looked back, hopefully.  I looked up, cute little butt,
too, but he nodded.  "Telly you what," I stood up, "What do you want?"

   "Huh?" Stupid boys, uh!

   "I like to spank, but what do you want?"

   "Can I see you naked?"

   "You want to see my boobs?" He nodded.  "Two swats."

   "What?"

   "You tell me what you want, and I tell you how many licks it'll cost
you. 2 boobs, two swats.  That sound like a deal?"

   "Yeah!" He grinned.

   "Come on," I was about to wet myself anyway, it had been Months, and in
the summer I didn't get to see poor widdow Bobby suffer no more.  "Can't do
it out here anyway." Well, I probably could, but then we'd have to stop. 
"Huh!" I want to, I wanted to show off my body ever since that episode with
the shorts, and the loose shirt, but 1, I'm shy.  No really, I know, it
doesn't sound that way, but I'm really actually excruciatingly shy and
quite, and B: I can't tell him that, because I really Really wanted to get
my hands on his cute little boy but, and "How old are you, anyway?"

   "8?"

   "Ohmyfuckingod, no wonder you're a virgin, look.  I don't know who
you're talking to, but any 8 year old that isn't a virgin was Raped.  You
understand?  You're not old enough for sex, hell I'm not old enough for
sex, I'm 10, and I've been started puberty for like a year."

   "Oh."

   Jesus, "But, that doesn't mean we can't fool around, you just aren't
grown enough to fuck.  But," He jumped, I held up a finger, "That's one!" I
grinned.

   He rubbed it, "That didn't hurt!" Awe, wookit the bwave widow boy!  "It
just surprised me is all.

   "Yeah," I moved his hand, and rubbed it.  "Hm.  It's really best if you
don't expect it," I grabbed it, "Ooh," God!  Why did I wait so long to get
my hands on another butt!?  "Hm, okay.  Hhh." Licked some drool off my lip,
"Here, turn around." I pulled my arms inside my sleeves, and undid my bra
first.  Oh yeah, As!  "Since you payed half of the bargain," I lifted them,
holding the cups, and my shirt tented over my elbows.  "I guess you can
have a peek.  If you touch me, though.  All bets are off.  You can look,
but, step back.  That's right.

   Unfortunately, like that, I don't know why I even did it like that, I
couldn't look down, and see the front of his pants.  "Huh?" His eyes got
big, and he squirmed.  "Ngh!" Right in front of me, his hands down
obviously to adjust for his reaction, but I couldn't see it.  "Huh!" I put
it down.  Oh yea, so I could do this, I slipped my bra off before I stuck
my arms back out.

   I just folded it up, and stuck it in my back pocket.  But, the main
purpose for the bra by then wasn't to hold them up, still nice and Perky!
But to keep them from pushing through my shirt, which I could feel them
doing, right now.  "Hh!" I pulled it down, and swallowed when the cotton
dried the sweat off a little.  "Mh!" I nodded, bit my lip.  "So," Uhhhhhh.
"What do you want to do next?"

   "Hm?" He glanced up.  Shook his head, and grinned.

   "Jerk off?"

   "What?"

   "You wanna jerk off?  I can see your little tent-peg, you know." I
pointed, and, really wanted to see it.  I had, seen boys jerk off, before.
3 brothers, remember?  But not this boy, "Come on, before it explodes, I
don't mind."

   "You're, not gonna hit me?"

   "Here," I pulled out my bra, "Stick this over there.  He tuned around to
look.

   "Ah!" I grinned.

   "I owed you that one for the boobies!' He laughed.  "No, I'll tell you
what.  I'll let you jerk off, in front of me, to watch you jerk off."

   "Really?" He looked down.

   "Yeah," I didn't even care any more, "HhH!" I nodded excitedly.

   "Okay!" He got it out, and OMFG it was so cute!  I never thought dicks
were cute before, but 1, I was randy as hell from spanking, and flashing
him, and 2, I think it was knowing why he was so hard, so excited, why he
needed to jerk it off so badly.  "Nh!" but you couldn't really see it,
"Hn!" He nodded, pumping away, but his fist covered it up.  "Nh nh NH!"
Wow, that was quick!  "HhnnhHhH!" He shivered, like he was taking a piss,
but I wish I'd thought to bring a stopwatch.  Note to self: Get a
stopwatch.

   "Hh!" I wiped my face, god it was hot, "Hand me my bra." He bent over to
get it.  "Ah!" he covered his cheek, and "ha!" I got the other one.

   "What was that for?" He turned around, and turned bright red.

   "Hold my shirt." I put my bra back on, and turned around.  "Here, help
me hook it." it took him a while to figure it out.  "Nhm?" I closed my
eyes, panted.  He, rubbed it in, he hit me!  "Hhhhh!" and I liked it!  I
never thought I would, but he giggled, and it broke the mood.

   "You like that?"

   "Tell you what," I turned around, and smacked him right across the face.
"Oh," I grabbed him, and held him.  "No, that was good," took his hand,
"Here," put it to my chest.  "That was good, you're not in trouble." He
stopped crying right away.  And looked up, still teary eyed.  "Hh?" Oh
fuck, "Mwalmh!" Aannd.  That happened fast!  I don't know why, I don't even
like kissing, I didn't get off, okay I heated up real good there when he
hit me from behind, but god I was just licking the shit out of his mouth
and i couldn't stop?  "Huh!" I wiped my mouth, "Hh!" I just held him, his
cute little bottom, and hissed his forehead, and he turned, his face
sideways on my ches, and I felt his chin on my breast, and my heart beat
right in my ear, and oh my god am i falling in love?  Really?  I

   don't

   Know.  What that, feels like.  Is this it?  No, of course not, don't be
silly you're just pent up, and fantasizing too much, and drawing sick
stuff, and why does it feel this way?  Why did I kiss him like that, and
like it, and love it so much when he hit me back?  "Just surprised me, is
all." He giggled, so i started laughing, and we both laughed uncontrollably
together until i could let him go.

   "You're right," he smiled up at me, "I do like spanking."

   "Good," because we'd be doing a lot more of it all summer.  Or, so I
thought, until we discovered bigger and better things, starting that
afternoon.

   ;

   My Turn {fB Mole}

   I guess I was always a little jealous.  Of my brother, hes a few years
older than me, and started growing up first.  He got a girlfriend, and
they'd kiss, and fool around when he was supposed to be watching me. 
Shelly, he was a year younger, and behind her in school, but she started
growing up, and wouldn't you know?  He told me all about it, liked to brag
about how she was getting tits, so he got to second base, touching them
though her shirt, and bra until she took it off, then feeling her though
just her shirt.  He jerked off, but he said she jerked him off too, and
that was way better.  I got hard, it's a penis, they get hard, even in
diapers.  I knew what to do, it's not like he whacked off in front of me
all the time, but we shared a room, and I walked in on him a few times.  We
didn't have porn, I saw some at school with the other boys, but they took
it back with them, so I had to imagine it and pull my little pud.

   Or Shelly, I guess there was other girls I could think of, and I felt a
little jealous because she was going out with my brother, but all the
things he talked about, how she put it in her mouth and sucked on it, and
when they started doing it, going all the way, it was "Awesome." that's all
he said, "Awesome," whenever I asked him.  Which was a lot, because it was
sex, and I was really curious about it because it's important.  So, I
thought about Shelly, and kept trying to catch them at it.  On the couch,
when he told me to "Go play or something," and pushed me away.  Then he
turned, and went back to kissing her, and feeling up her chest.  They were
doing it a couple years, I guess, and she had her bra off, so I pretended
to go away, and hid so I could watch.

   She pulled her shirt up, so he could hold them up, and bend over.  I
could hear him kissing them, over, and over.  She held his head, and rubbed
his hair, and neck, and shoulders.  I grunted, and held my breath.  I
finally got off, the first time watching that.  Nothing came out, but she
moaned, "Ooh, oh yeah!"

   I peeked around the corner again, and "Hh!" shrank back.

   She looked right at me, and smiled?  "Yeah, that's good."

   Then, she got her car, and started picking him up.  To go out, and screw
in the back seat.  He told me, it was "Awesome." Then, she came back one
night, I forget where mom and dad were, but our sister was already in bed,
and she woke me up.  "Uh," I looked around, at her car.?  "He's not here?"
I rubbed my eyes.

   "I know," she stomped in, mad.  "He broke up with me, the jerk.  Because
I wouldn't put out!"

   "Put what out?" She was already inside, so I closed the door.

   She turned around, "You know," looked at me, "Sex?  Go all the way?"

   "But," he said, "You been doing it for years." I thought.

   "Is that what he told you?" she started grabbing stuff.  She left, she
really was there a lot, "Well, he's a liar too.  Shouldn't surprise me,"
Her underwear, stuffed behind the mattress from when they made out up
there. "No, I haven't done it, with him or anyone."

   She's a virgin, I didn't know what to say, so resorted to the most
childish thing.  "Why?"

   "Because I don't want to get pregnant?"

   "What about rubbers?"

   "I'm 14?  I can't buy those for 4 more years." But, she smokes
cigarettes, don't you have to e 18 for those too?  She pulled out a pair of
underwear, sniffed them, and stuffed them in her bag.

   Right, she picked him up, to screw in the back seat I thought, but,
"Well, what about pulling out?"

   "That doesn't work." she shook her head, "Huh," she sat down, "My folks
tried that, with the rhythm method, and yet here I am."

   "What's the rhythm method?"

   "Huh!" it looked like she was going to cry.  "Sit down," I got on my
bed, "It's complicated, but you know about girl's periods?"

   I nodded, "It's when you bleed, and you need tampons."

   "Or pads," she shook her head, "Well, anyway, that's the cycle. 
Sometimes a girl is ready to get pregnant, and then my body has to get rid
of that, and start all over.  The only problems with that are," she held up
a finger, "I don't want to do it when I'm on the rag, which is the only
safe time, but it's nasty, and" 2, "I'm not reliable enough, like my mom.
That's why they had me, my brother, my sister, because we don't have any
rhythm.  So, we think it's the right time, but you can never tell.  Oh,
and" 3 "Apparently we get the horniest when we're most fertile." She
sighed, looked up, "Thanks God!"

   I covered my mouth.  "Oh." I nodded.

   "Come here."

   "What?" I looked around.  So, she got up, turned around, and sat down
next to me.

   "How old are you, Dean?"

   "Nine?"

   "You know," she touched my nose, "That's the exact same age as your
brother when we started going out?" He's 13 now.  So, had it really been 4
years?  I nodded.  "Are you cold?" I shook my head.  "Here, your shivering
a little."

   She rubbed my leg, then moved over my lap to rub the other.  "I don't
feel cold."

   "There," she moved back to the first leg, but rubbed it slower, and not
as hard.  "You know, you look a lot like him, too.  When we first met, and
I fell in love with him.  Before he turned into a colossal prick."

   I giggled, "It's not that big." Covered my mouth.

   "That's not what I ment, but," her hand slipped up my lap, "Huh, I don't
really, care about size.  You know?" I shook my head, but she.

   "Uh," I shifted a little uncomfortable.

   "Here," she picked me up.  She must be strong, because I'm not that
light, I'm 9, almost 10!  "Sit in my lap, does that feel better?" I nodded,
but she was touching my shorts again.  My sleep shorts, I had a teeshirt on
too, but.  "Hh," she smiled, "Hhihihn!" Giggled, "what's this?" She touched
me, and I turned away.  Embarrassed, I tried to shrug, but the boxers felt
really hot, and dry in her fingers.  "It's okay, you brother likes this,
don't you?" I shook my head, "Why not, doesn't it feel good?"

   "Mhmn?" I closed my eyes, it did, "But, you're my brothers girl." She
stopped, so I sighed with relief.  But just to reach up, feel my face, and
turned my head.

   "No," she smiled, and looked right in my eyes.  "I could be your girl,"
she kissed me, and I just relaxed.  "Hihmn!" She licked her lips, and I
wiped mine.  "If you would like that." I don't know why, I looked away, and
my face felt so hot, it was hard to believe I was shivering a moment ago.
"I know you jerked off, watching us on the couch." I blushed again, looked
away, "It's okay," she turned me back, "I got off, thinking about it.  You
watching me, you want to hear a secret?" I nodded, but she kissed me first,
then hugged me.  I heard her, next to her head, 'I never loved him, your
brother.' Her chest was so soft, and I felt her voice buzz in it.  'huh, I
love you, deany.'

   "Nh!" Her hand stopped, rubbing me in my shorts.  I felt it, beat
against the fabric, but she didn't let go.  "Hh, hiH?" Then she pinched it,
and shook her hand really fast.  "Uh, huh huh!" It felt so good it hurt,
but I couldn't help shaking and hunching.  Like she was tickling me, but it
didn't tickle.  It felt so much better then that, but that made it pop out
of her fingers, and by the time she got it pinched again it felt soft. 
"Hm!" I could finally open my eyes, and that let tears roll out down my
face.

   "There," she popped it out the fly, and felt the end.  "Still shooting
blanks?" She felt inside with her fingers.  I nodded, "It's okay," she
closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.  "Hmmmmh!" licked her lips, "That feels
really good too, but I need to play with myself too," she pushed my off her
lap.  "Sit down," I did, on my bed, "Watch me, don't look away." I shook my
head, but I wouldn't miss this for the world.  "Hm," she twisted, at the
waste, back and forth, and undoing her pants.  They button the wrong way,
like my moms, or my sisters.  But she got them open, and I saw her
underpants, or the front of them until she covered them with her hand. 
"Oh," she pulled them up, so they bunched and wrincled under her fingers,
"Oh Dean, I'm so wet.  I never felt so wet before." I knew, or I heard that
a woman got wet when she gets aroused.  Like a boy gets hard, so they can
make love.  "Hihn!"

   Then she bent, to push her pants down, and sat on my brother's bed. 
Sideways.  She pushed them off, but kept her underpants on.  "Huh!  Got I'm
so hot!  You wouldn't believe how hot I am for you, your little Deany weeny
makes my so wet, touching you, jerking you Oh!"

   "Shh!" She'd wake up my sister!  Must have been one of mom and dad's
datenites, they like to go out, but I didn't check if they took the
trailer. They take us camping too, or on road trips on the summer, but this
time they must have gone out just the two of them.  Now she had her fingers
in her panties, and she was moaning real loud.

   "Oahhh!" Her fingers moved real fast, and I never heard her moan that
loud with Jimmy before, "Come here, Deany, come to me, yes.  Touch me, feel
my tits, god damn it, put your hands on me, oh, fuck, yes!"

   "Dean?" I looked back.  "Where's mom, and dad, and Jimmy?" She rubbed
her eyes.

   "They went out, camping.  Go back to bed."

   "Okay, Dean." She closed the door, but Shelly was just shaking, and
breathless next to me.  "Huh!" she relaxed, and felt my head.  Her fingers
were damp, and smelt funny.

   She pulled me down, and kissed me.  "Oh Dean," she rubbed my face, "I
love you so much."

   "I love you too."

   She hugged me, a long time on Jimmy's bed.  She was breathing real loud,
but then it went slower, and quieter.  I thought she'd fall asleep, but
then she got up, and pulled her pants on.  With some underwear she pulled
out of her bag, but she left the ones she was wearing.  "Here," she tucked
me in, and left them on the pillow.  "To remember me by." She turned out
the light, but I watched her, looking back, while she slowly closed the
door.  "I love you, Dean, good night." Then, I heard her talk to my sister
a little in her room before she left and drove off.

   I could still smell her, so I stuck my hands out, to get her panties.  I
sniffed them, like I saw her do with the other pair, and fell asleep.  So
full of her love.  When I first saw her, with my brother I couldn't believe
it.  I guess, it was 4 years so she had to be 10, and she was so pretty. 
He never hung out with any girls before, but he told me, she kissed him,
and wanted to see him pee.  She showed him, squatted to pee for him too,
then pulled up her underpants, and played some more.  He didn't tell me
what they played, but he told me, every time they did something, romantic.

   But he told me they had sex, they did it, he took her virginity, and it
was "Awesome." Always "Awesome," which I only then realized it ment he was
lying.  He lied to me, and it wasn't like a little lie, like I didn't eat
the cookies to keep out of trouble.  This was important, sex, and love, and
that's why she doesn't love him.  I wonder what else he'd lied about, but
she loves me now, it's my turn, and I wouldn't make the same mistakes.  I
wouldn't break up with he because she won't put out, that's stupid.  Sex is
to get her pregnent, and she doesn't want that.  She's just 14, and only
sluts get pregnent when there teens.  She can't take care of a baby, we'll
have to wait until I can get a job too, so I can get her a house, and I
want to get a big house.  The biggest house for her, and all our kids.  I
bet she'll want lots of kids, and be a great mother, when we can get
married, and make enough for all of them.  My brother was stupid, for not
thinking about that, his future, and now she wouldn't be his.  His wife in
it, he'd have to find another girl, but there's not another girl like
Shelly.  I'm sure of it, she's the best most wonderful girl in the world,
and now she was mine.  Now it was finally my turn.

   I woke up when Mom and dad got home, and backed the trailer in.  Emily
came in, and rubbed her eyes.  Her nighty was wet, so I didn't let her in
my bed.  "Did you wet the bed?" She nodded.  "Well, go get cleaned up." I
changed the sheet, and blanket for her, but she had a plastic mattress in
case she had such an accident.  I looked out in the yard, but mom held up
her hand.  "Right there." So, dad got out, and unhitched the truck while
she came in to start breakfast.  It was saturday, they liked to go camping
on friday night.  Emily came back, and put on some clean underwear, and
started getting dressed.  She's only 6.

   "Uh;"

   "Yes, what is it, Emmy?"

   "Shelly come in my room last night."

   "I know, I heard her talking to you." I helped her up on the clean
sheets, since she was dressed now.  "What did she talk about?"

   She looked confused, "She said your her boyfriend now, but I mustn't
tell Jimmy.  He'll be mad, and it might break his heart." She looked down.
At her lap, she stopped kicking her feet, but she held her legs together,
like she had to pee.

   "Good," that made sense, "Is that it?" She shrugged, but then she
nodded. "Do you have to go back to the bathroom?" She should have done that
while she was in there, washing up, but she's 6, so I guess she didn't
think of that.

   "Uh huh?" So, she went back in the bathroom.  I got a fresh blanket, and
put it over her sheet.  Then I had to pee, so I knocked on the door so
she'd let me in.  She sniffed, I think she was crying, and she forgot to
flush the toilet, but I really had to go.  So, I went in, closed the door,
and lifted the seat and lid.  She didn't wipe either, like she usually
does, momma told her, when she was toilet training, but I guess she forgot.
"Hh!" That felt better, so I went to get dressed, and make up my bed too.
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