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Authors name: JD (address defunct)
Story title : Kidcest 2: Sister Sue
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KIDCEST - 2 of 21 Chapters
by JD
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CHAPTER TWO: Sister Sue
Of course, the event that convinced me that girls this
age were growing up was when I caught my ten-year-old
sister masturbating. It was a Saturday afternoon, and
Mom and Dad were off playing tennis. I had just come
home from a playground basketball game. As I parked my
bike in the garage, I looked up at Susan's room, my
attention drawn by the loud rock music coming from her
open window. I was struck dumb to see my little sister
dancing there naked!
She apparently hadn't noticed my arrival, so I snuck in
the back door and upstairs to spy on her. Her door was
almost closed, but I could see about half her room
through the narrow crack. Which meant that I could see
Susan about half the time, as she pranced from one end
of the room to the other, jumping and writhing to the
rhythm of her favorite band. She obviously thought she
was alone.
I hadn't seen my sister naked for years; not since we
stopped taking baths together. Frankly, she didn't look
much different than I remembered from when I was seven
and she was four. Although she was taller now, she still
had a flat chest and a hairless body.
As I looked closer, though, I saw that she was not
totally flat-chested; her little nipples stuck out from
her chest. And, as she danced by again, I saw that one
of the reasons was that she was pinching them as she
danced. Not all the time, just every now and then. I
also noticed her crotch was reddish, as though it had
been sunburned. As she danced and twirled, I tried to
focus on her nude pussy, to see what made it red. But
her gyrations made it impossible to see anything for
more than an instant.
As the record came to an end, I began to understand what
was going on. Without taking the tone arm from the
record, Susan flopped down on her bed, with her feet
toward the door (and me). With her thighs stretched
wide, my little sister grabbed her hairless crotch with
both hands and began a violent rubbing and stretching.
It finally dawned on me that she was masturbating!
Fascinated by this spectacle, I pushed the door open a
bit more. Susan was apparently still unaware of my
presence, because she continued. She stopped her
aggressive treatment of her little pussy and began a
more gentle, rhythmic caress at the top of her crack.
From my surreptitious readings of adult advice columns,
I knew this was where the "clitoris" was located.
I also realized this was my opportunity to see what I
wanted to see. If I played my cards right, I could have
the "willing participant" Tim and I had fantasized
about.
As Susan's hand began to move faster and her head began
to toss back and forth, I walked into her room and came
to stand beside her bed. She was still unaware of me,
until I said, "What are you doing? I'm gonna tell Mom on
you!"
Susan's eyes flew open and her thighs slammed together.
Her mouth was agape as she tried to cover her little
nipples and her mistreated crotch from her brother's
glowing eyes. "Wha.. Wha... What are you doing here?"
she asked.
"I've been watching a very nasty little girl play with
herself," I said grimly. "And I don't think Mom or Dad
will be happy to hear about this."
Tears sprang to her eyes as she cried, "Oh, no! Please
don't tell on me." As she folded her hands in pleading,
I naturally noticed she uncovered her nipples and cunt.
"Well, maybe I won't tell" I said. "But you'll have to
show me what you were doing and let me fool around with
you."
For a second there, I was afraid she would choose to
have me tell, rather than let me touch her. But she
blushed all over and said, with downcast eyes, "OK, but
you have to promise not to tell ANYBODY, not even Tim."
I rapidly agreed, as I sat down on the bed next to her.
To make sure she understood my plans, I said "You have
to answer all my questions and let me show you a few
things. OK?"
When she agreed, I asked her how long she had been doing
this and she said just a week or two outside of the
bathtub. I was then surprised to learn my little-girl
sister had been playing with her pussy in the bath for
years. She went on to explain that listening to her
favorite group and looking at their posters on her walls
got her "all worked up." She would imagine that the lead
singer was pinching her nipples and the drummer was
grinding his hands into her cunt.
"But doesn't it hurt?" I asked.
"No, it feels kinda exciting, because I don't really get
that rough. I just pinch my nips a little bit." When I
told her to show me how, she blushed, but slowly gave
right nipple a gentle squeeze. I immediately reached out
to give its partner a similar pinch. I was expecting
something soft, but Susan's excitement had engorged her
pre-adolescent nipples so each was firm and almost
quivering.
Beginning my "instruction" (based on reading sexual
"advice" columns in those porn magazines), I said, "Let
me show you something." Wetting my fingers with spit, I
slowly rubbed around the base of the small pink towers
on my sister's chest, first one and then the other. With
more spit, I lubricated the nipples themselves, and
gently moved them from side to side, flicking the little
cones slowly.
Susan's eyes got wider, and she said, "Geez, Steve! That
feels terrific. I can feel it feeling good all inside my
body."
I reached down in my lap to adjust my cock, which had
been stiff since I first saw the beginnings of my
sister's dancing demonstration. I was still wearing my
shorts and jockstrap from basketball. I saw Susan's eyes
get even wider. "You're not going to stick your thing in
me, are you?"
"Of course not!" I said. "You're too little to have real
sex. But we can pay around a little." Seemingly
reassured, she relaxed on the bed, as my fingers
returned to her nipples. Nonetheless, I noticed that she
continued to glance anxiously at my crotch.
By now, her nipples were even harder. They were perfect
cones, dark pink and glowing with excitement. In
addition, a flush had begun to develop over Susan's neck
and shoulders. As I flicked her little-girl nipples back
and forth on her surging chest, my sister's thighs began
to grind together, pulling the folds of her pussy into a
squeezed pink purse. Her hands, cast out across her bed,
began to clinch into little fists. After a few minutes
of this stimulation, she spoke. "Aren't you gonna touch
my thing?" she whined.
I had to smile at her little-girl talk. And at the
transformation from someone who was afraid of being told
on to someone who wanted to be fingered. Anyway, I was
ready to extend my exploration of female anatomy.
"Don't call it your 'thing,'" I told her. "You mean your
vagina or your pussy or your cunt, don't you?"
Blushing again, Susan said, "I'm not supposed to use
words like that."
"But, if you're talking about your cunt, why not say so?
Let me hear you say it. Say 'I want you to finger-fuck
my cunt.'"
Susan's blushing was furious by now, and her eyes were
wide at the naughtiness in the words and actions I was
suggesting. But her thigh-grinding was also getting
pretty furious. As I continued to stroke her swollen
nipples, she blurted it out. "OK, Steve. I want you to
finger-fuck my cunt! It's so itchy!"
I smiled at her additional comment and felt my cock give
a violent twitch at hearing such delightfully nasty
language coming out of a fourth-grader's mouth. I said,
"OK, I'll play with your pussy, but you have to open
your legs so I can see it better." Susan's thighs popped
apart like a switch-blade knife, as I moved my hands
down her naked little belly.
So I could see things more clearly, I dropped down on
the bed, putting my head even with Susan's crotch. I
didn't realize until later that this also placed my
jumping jockstrap exactly even with Susan's eyes.
As I gently stroked the insides of her skinny thighs, my
eyes were glued to her hairless box. Actually, now that
I was so close, I could see that a few of the downy
hairs on top of her little mound were coarser than the
others and had a hint of pigment. I could see that my
little sister would soon have some crinkley hair to
match what had developed above my peter.
For now, however, I was staring with great interest at
the undeveloped pussy of a sub-teenager. In the time
since I had interrupted her furious crotch manipulation,
the angry red tinge had begun to drain away from her fat
little snatch-lips. The snowy hills on either side of
her rosy slit now showed only a ruddy glow.
I moved my fingers up her thighs and closer to her
crevice, pausing to feel her puffy outer lips and to
understand how the folds of soft skin formed the
mysterious external view of a girl's sexual organs.
Susan seemed to appreciate this exploratory caress,
because she hunched her crotch a little wider and
groaned softly. To tease her a little more, I reached
back up to twiddle her nipples, but I discovered that
Susan had already wetted them with her own spit and was
using my lesson to give herself pleasure by flicking
both nipples back and forth vigorously.
Turning back to her nude little cunt, I decided I had
learned all I needed to about the outside of a girl's
pussy. I placed my fingers on the hairless flesh on
either side of her opening and slowly opened her cunt-
lips. I was fascinated to see the pale pink shrouds of
her inner lips glisten with her juices. I thought to
myself that spit lubricant would apparently be
unnecessary down here. Opening the little girl's cunt
also made the ridge of her erected clit more prominent,
with the shiny pink knob barely projecting from its hood
at the top of her slit.
Still holding her slit open, I moved one finger softly
up and down the outside of her little inside lips,
feeling a kind of stiffness in the flesh there. As I
began to trail my way back up toward the little clit-
bump, I heard Susan groan again. In response to that
earthy sound, my cock gave another jump.
Then it was my turn to jump, because I felt Susan grab
my peter, right through the nylon of my basketball
shorts. Sitting up again, I looked down at Susan's
blushing countenance. "And what do you think you're
doing?" I smiled at her.
"Can I see your thing?" she asked. Then, remembering my
earlier lesson and grinning boldly, she said, "I want to
look at your hard dick, big brother. I want you to let
me feel it and make it squirt its stuff!"
Again, I was excited by my sister's language. "Have you
ever seen a hard one before?" I asked, thinking I'd
maybe give her a first-time treat.
If possible, Susan blushed an even deeper scarlet. "A
couple of times," she admitted. As I raised my eyebrows,
she added, "But it wasn't my fault...
Continued in part 3...
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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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