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 Wanking Andy

   (b-solo[12] voy g-solo[11] inc hs teen ped)

   By Aaron Webster

   Opening Statements

   This story is part of the Schoolgirl Scandals series archived at
www.asstr.org/~aaronwebster/

   These stories contain scenes of a sexual nature, involving adults,
teenagers, preteens and others.

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   Finally: This story is a fantasy.  All characters are fictitious and I
in no way condone acts of a sexual or violent nature towards minors.  If
you are unable to differentiate between fantasy & reality, please don't
read this story.

   The Story (1,872 words)

   Monday, 4th September 2000.

   "Charlotte!", shrieked her mother in shock, "what have you done to your
uniform?"

   Andy peered down the stairs in curiosity.  Sure enough, his normally
impeccably dressed little sister looked like she had been dragged through a
hedge backwards.  Her little grey pleated school skirt was covered in mud.
Her white cotton blouse was muddy also and unbelievably wrinkled.  Her
shoes were scuffed and her school tie hung lank and twisted from her neck.

   The little 11 year old burst into tears and ran up the stairs.  Andy
dived quickly back into his room.

   He heard her slam her bedroom door and after that nothing that anybody
could say would persuade her to emerge again.

   Supper that evening was a subdued affair.  Charlotte had still not come
down and eventually her mother had taken a plate up to her room.  Andy sat
uncomfortably eating quietly with his mother and stepfather.  Wolfie, the
dog, whined quietly at the foot of the table, looking for scraps.

   "Andrew?" asked his mother, "do you know what your sister might have
been doing to get into that mess?"

   "Dunno," he shrugged.  Did they think he hung around with her at school
or something?

   "Maybe she fell off her bike," her husband suggested, helpfully.

   "Oh, Stephen, don't be stupid.  You can't get into a mess like that from
falling off a bike.  I blame it on that school.  Maybe she's being
bullied."

   "On her first day?"

   "It would explain that reaction when she came in this afternoon. 
Andrew, you will keep an eye on Charlotte at school won't you.  To make
sure she's not being picked on."

   "'kay."

   "She probably reacted like that because you told her off," Sally's
husband reasoned.  "Face it she's growing into a teenager now."

   "I blame it on that Britney Spears video," complained Sally, "they have
no respect for their school uniform these days."

   "Can I go upstairs now mum?"

   "Yes, alright Andrew, off you go."

   Andy left the table and headed upstairs in relief, the dog followed him.
Now that he was 12, Andy felt increasingly awkward around his parents and
longed for some time to be by himself.

   Of course a part of the reason for that was that when he was on his own,
he could wank himself.  He especially enjoyed being in the bathroom.  He
loved to stand under the shower, letting the hard water assault his
engorged member.  And he enjoyed going to bed early and sliding his cock
between to pillows and pretending they were a girl.  He must have
fantasised about every girl in his class by now.  In fact, he pondered, as
he climbed the stairs up to his bedroom, maybe he should be more systematic
about it.  Maybe he could fantasise about a different girl from his class
each night.  And maybe some of his teachers.

   Who should it be tonight?  Perhaps that Sara girl.  She was new in his
class today.  And she was beautiful, with long straight hair and metal
glasses and a really sweet face.  Andy had loved her instantly.  It seemed
a sacrilege to wank over dreams of her.  And yet, now that he thought about
her in that way, Andy quickly felt himself harden.

   Andy entered his room, pushed the dog away and closed the door behind
him.  Inside his sanctuary, he threw himself down on the bed.  The hardness
in his trousers was pushed back by the unyielding mattress, and he began to
rub himself against it.  Oh, Sara...  Sara...  Sara...

   As Andy lay on his front, he wondered what his sister was doing, sulking
alone in her room.

   Quietly, he got up and walked over to the door, rubbing himself as he
went.  He flipped the bedroom light off and then quietly as he could, Andy
took down the Lara Croft poster from the wall that adjoined Charlotte's
bedroom.  A pinprick of light shone in and a shiver of anticipation passed
through Andy's body.  He pulled a chair over, climbed onto it and peered
through the tiny hole in the wall: He was looking down and across at
Charlotte, who was sitting on her bed, the half-finished plate of food was
beside her.  The pretty dark-haired girl's face was streaked with tears. 
But she was not crying now.  Her little school skirt was pulled up around
her hips and she seemed to be examining something between her legs.  She
was sitting side on to him, so Andy couldn't see exactly what his sister
was doing, but he could see her lovely slim legs, exposed by her hitched up
skirt.  Andy tried to control his breathing as he carefully pulled down the
zipper of his black school trousers.  His sister had nice legs, like his
mum, and they were starting to take on feminine curves, rather than
childish skinniness.  Andy reached inside his pants and pulled his hairless
cock free.

   Andy pulled hard on his cock, and struggled to keep his breathing quiet.
The plasterboard wall here was very thin and he wondered just how much his
little sister might be able to hear.  He had found the hole a year ago,
when he had moved his wardrobe for pretty much the fist time ever.  He had
wisely decided not to tell her about it and had covered it with a poster.
And now he used it to spy upon her.  He wondered if Charlotte even knew it
existed.  It had probably always been there and there had never been
anything to see from her side, so quite possibly she had never even noticed
it.

   Andy watched his sister get up from the bed and walk languidly towards
him.  Andy swallowed.  She was about to strip off he was sure of it.  His
cock felt really funny, like it was going to go off at any minute.  Andy
slowed his strokes.  He didn't want to squirt before she had finished.  His
pretty sister seemed to be staring straight at him, but that was an
illusion, he knew.  Andy had worked out some time ago that the hole in the
wall was just above where her mirror hung; possibly it was the original
hole for the pin that held it up.  That meant that whenever she stripped
off at night, she always ended up facing him at some point.

   Charlotte had already removed her school tie.  It was probably hanging
as neatly as it could in her cupboard already.  Now she started to undo her
wrinkled white cotton blouse.  Andy swallowed in anticipation.  He wished
he had remembered to pick up a cloth or something soft to rub his cock
with. He could still get something, but he didn't want to miss any of this.
Charlotte pulled off her blouse and dropped it on the chair beside her. 
Underneath it, she wore her firm white training bra.  Charlotte reached
behind her back and with some difficulty unhooked it.  She plopped the bra
onto the chair with her blouse and Andy watched her little budding tits
jiggle pleasingly.

   At that point, Charlotte looked curiously into the mirror.  She was
wearing just her little grey skirt and white knee socks and she took each
of her nipples and pinched them softly between the thumb and forefinger of
each hand.  As her nipples started to harden, the young girl smiled for
possibly the first time that night.  She rubbed them with the palms of her
hand and then she pinched them again.  Harder this time.  Then she pinched
them again and pulled them hard stretching her tiny tits to triangular
points.  She let out little "oh!" sounds at the sweet agony this caused. 
Andy stopped touching his penis.  If he touched again he knew he would cum
and he didn't want to miss anything that his sister was going to do.  She
tugged violently at her nipples in a way that she never had before, posing
and leering at the mirror.

   Then Charlotte sat down on the chair and started to pull her socks off.
If he looked carefully, Andy could see right up her little skirt.  Was she
wearing any panties?  He didn't think so.

   She stood up again and unhooked her little skirt.  She removed it and
Andy's penis twitched as he realised that he was right, that she was not
wearing anything underneath.  She put one foot up on the chair and started
to examine her almost hairless pussy.  It seemed somehow redder and more
swollen than Andy had thought before.  And there were streaks of something
dark at the tops of Charlotte's thighs...  Ugh!  Was she on a period?

   The young girl started to touch and probe herself there.  But this time
the little sharp cries were from pain not passion.  Charlotte sighed. 
Tentatively she picked her skirt up from the chair, felt the material and
then carefully pulled it forward through her legs.  She smiled and squirmed
at the pleasant sensation and then did it again.  Charlotte pulled the
opened out skirt loosely back and forth between her legs, obviously
enjoying the tickling sensation at the top her thighs as much as she
enjoyed the illicit stimulation of her more sensitive parts.  Then she
pulled the skirt up to her chest and drew it slowly over her stiff little
nipples.  She smiled right at Andy and licked her lips.  The young boy felt
he could almost reach out and touch her - How he would love to stroke those
gorgeous titties...  But of course, his sister was looking into the mirror
and was totally unaware of his presence.

   The little dark-haired girl smiled languidly again and went over to the
bed, the soft cloth of her little school skirt, pressed close to her body.
She flopped down on the bed, drew up her legs and started to pull the
material up through her legs, over her recently assaulted mons with its
little black eyelash pubes, and up to her blossoming titties with their
hardened peaks.  dreamily, she repeated the process, again and again.

   Andy looked about in the gloom of his own bedroom for something to help
release his own raging desire.  He stepped off of the chair and picked
Angelica off of the floor.  Angelica was a rugrats puppet.  She had a
little cloth body, little blonde pigtails, and a great big mouth, that you
were supposed to make talk with your hand.  Andy had other tasks in mind
for that mouth.  Climbing back onto the chair, Andy reached inside Angelica
and clamped her mouth over the whole of his rock hard cock.  The coarse
material, made rougher by previous assault of this kind, stimulated the
young boy's little cock at a million different nerve endings.

   Andy looked through the hole again as Angelica started to fellate him.
His little sister was lying on the bed as before, but now she was sweating
and moaning softly.  He tugged harshly at his little cock whilst she gently
lifted herself towards heaven.  She was gasping now and he felt his crisis
approaching.  Instinctively he tried to hold himself back, whilst she
sought release.  Then as she bit on her duvet to stifle her cries, he burst
forth and filled Angelica's mouth with hot sticky sperm.

   Dramatis Personae
Stars:

   Andy Taylor Charlotte Taylor

   Guest Stars: Sally James Stephen James
Wolfie Mentioned:

   Sara Graham

   (C) Aaron Webster February 2001
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