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Archive name: kcest01.txt (mf, teens and pre-teens, inc)
Authors name: JD (address defunct)
Story title : Kidcest 1: My Buddy Time
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KIDCEST - 1 of 21 Chapters
by JD
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CHAPTER ONE: My Buddy Tim
Tim and I grew up together. Literally. We had lived
three houses apart since we were old enough to remember.
And we were in most of the same classes through grade
school, junior high and now high school. We had a lot of
things in common. We played baseball, football and
basketball together. We told each other our deepest
secrets. At the time of this story, we were both 15 --
our birthdays were two months apart. We were best
friends.
Oh, yes, and we each had a younger sister; my sister
Susan was then 12 and Tim's sister Cindy was almost 11.
As best friends, Tim and I did a lot of stuff together.
We explored our small town universe for over a decade.
In the years since we turned 13, we had spent more and
more time checking out our developing sexuality. Of
course, we began much earlier, showing each other our
"weenies" when we were in pre-school day care. Beginning
at about age 14, our weenies had begun to get thicker
and longer, our balls had dropped, and we had developed
modest patches of crinkley hair at the base of our
dicks.
Tim and I discovered masturbation independently, but
soon shared our discoveries. We had a few side-by-side
masturbation sessions over at his house and in my
garage, flipping the pages of porno magazines we had
retrieved from the town dump. Tim's cock seemed to be a
little fatter than mine, but mine was longer when soft.
When we had our "boners," we were about the same size --
nothing sensational, but respectable six-inchers.
We were anxious to get a look at live sex. I reported to
Tim on what I had once glimpsed when I wandered into my
parents' bedroom in the middle of an afternoon fuck. I
was only about eight years old then, but seeing a flash
of my Mom's naked breasts and my Dad's butt was worth
reporting to my best friend. When we got to be
teenagers, we both regretted that I hadn't seen more.
Tim's mother and father were divorced. His father lived
in another town and he almost never saw him, except for
a couple of weeks in the summer. His mother worked and
she drank a lot every night. Tim said he was always
having to put her to bed, and he could look at any part
of her body when she was really passed out. Although he
said it seemed wrong to be peeking at anybody when they
were in such misery, I was secretly envious of his
ability to explore the mystery of a woman's body.
As ten-year-olds, we peeked in windows around our
neighborhood. Most of the time, we only saw people in
their pajamas or some little kid running around naked.
Finally, we discovered a middle-aged widow down the
street from my house that showered with the window open.
By climbing on top of a fence at the back of her yard,
we could look in and see her as she got in and out of
the shower. From that distance, we couldn't see much
detail, but her big droopy breasts fascinated us, with
their darkened ends. And this woman dried her black,
hairy crotch with unusual vigor.
We talked about sex endlessly. Although those porn
magazines were pretty revealing, Tim and I agreed that
we wanted to have a willing (and awake) female at our
disposal, to let us explore this mysterious anatomy at
our leisure. But we both agreed that the probability of
some fully-grown woman spreading her legs for us was
"somewhere between slim and none."
Aside from those side-by-side sessions with Tim, my
sexual activity was confined to jerk-off sessions in the
shower or into an old athletic sock I kept hidden under
my bed. By the time of this story, I had developed a
favorite way of masturbating; cupping and rubbing my
balls with my left hand, while pounding my spit-
moistened fist up and down my cock. For variety, I would
soap up my hands in the shower and squirt my goo from
amidst the mountain of resulting lather. Lately, I had
been fantasizing about some faceless, big-breasted woman
spreading her legs for me and saying, "Finger-fuck me,
Steve."
Despite our curiosity about all females, the
increasingly sexual world of Tim and me never included
our sisters. Susan and I used to take baths together, so
I had seen her naked plenty of times, as Tim had seen
Cindy, but that didn't count in the "naked lady"
department, because they (and we, I guess) were just
little kids.
As far as we were concerned, little sisters were always
just there. Little sisters were not something you
noticed, except when they got into your stuff or, in
some other little-girl way, caused you grief. Our
sisters weren't even particularly good friends, because
Susan's extra year meant they were in different grades.
But they each had their own friends, so there was often
little-girl giggling in the background when Tim was at
my house, or I was at his. We tried to ignore it.
Not that our sisters were ugly. Tim's sister Cindy was
blonde, her hair always cut in a precision straight line
across the bangs and the back, never a hair out of
place. Her big brown eyes seemed to broadcast a look of
innocence and a hint of shyness. Tim shared his sister's
big brown eyes but had a matching dark brown head of
hair that gave him a wholesome look. You could tell that
Tim and Cindy were brother and sister at the first
glance. My sister Susan had black, curly hair like mine,
and she was bold and brash; I guess she and I were alike
too.
When our sisters turned nine and ten (and I was about
14), things began to change. In my general horniness, I
started to notice them as something other than
neighborhood brats. Although they still pretty much
looked like little girls, I started to see them as women
who were not yet fully developed. Although they were far
from "true" women, I could see that their skinny little
bodies had begun to develop hints of mysterious curves.
Continued in part 2...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers! You only have one body per lifetime, so
take good care of it.
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