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The Girl Next Door
By BBN (address withheld)
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Three children find out about sex with each other.
(mff-yteens, inc, 1st)
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Her name was Carrie and she lived next door. She was 13
(going on 18). I was 15 and madly in love with her 18-
year old sister, Kathy.
First, about Kathy. When the family moved in next door
two year ago, I had taken one look at that honey-blonde
hair and the fact that she actually had BREASTS, and I
was in love forever. (Every 13-year-old boy knows that
the key to sexuality in a girl is her mammary
development.)
My only problem was that she was a popular senior
cheerleader and I was basically a freshman virgin nerd.
Before your hopes (or whatever) begin to rise at the
prospect my finally getting it on with Kathy, I should
warn you that it never happened. But she did say "Hi"
to me from time to time. Ah well, on with the real
story.
Carrie was my little sister Edie's best friend.
Although they were both in 6th grade, Carrie was a year
older. As far as I was concerned, they were both kids
beneath notice to a real high school freshman-to-be.
Unlike Kathy and Edie, who were both blondes, Carrie
had dark brown hair. I began to notice how cute she was
when she developed the infallible sign of sensuality.
You guessed it; she suddenly had small breasts and real
nipples thrusting through the thin bikini top she wore
with her shorts that summer. Suddenly, she began
replacing her sister in my frequent masturbation
fantasies. I usually focused on her tits because,
although I knew what a pussy was, I didn't have a clue
as to what one looked like.
From all my vast research through the one dirty book
I'd borrowed from one of my friends, I pretty well knew
the theory of what to do, including sucking, fingering,
and fucking. But I just didn't have the mental images
that go with these activities, and are absolutely
essential to successfully jack off to in a satisfactory
way.
I didn't seriously consider "making a move" on Carrie.
I had no idea how one went about that and I was too
timid to even consider it. I figured that I would be
rejected, Carrie would tell my sister, who would tell
Mom, who would tell Dad.... Well, you get the picture.
What I'm getting at is, what happened, just sort of
happened without me doing anything.
One beautiful Saturday afternoon in early September, I
was hanging around in the back yard and Carrie and Edie
were there too. Mom had gone to a Lady's Missionary
Society meeting for the day. I really don't know how it
started, but we found ourselves caught in the middle of
a preschool cliche, playing doctor!
Edie started by examining Carrie for strep throat and I
was treating their broken bones. Carrie was on the
examining table, (Our hammock) and the game got
completely silly. Carrie had "died," and Edie and I
were trying to resurrect her. I elected to try mouth-
to-mouth, and was jolted at finding myself suddenly
sucking on a tongue, just like in my source book.
Since I was embarrassed by my sudden hard-on and
worried about Edie's reaction, I stepped back and
stuttered something about our corpse being too far
gone.
Then Edie said, "Well, we can't just bury her."
I was desperately trying to think how to prolong the
game, hopefully without Edie around. Suddenly I had a
brilliant idea. "Let's do an autopsy," suggested.
Edie just looked at me, but our poor, dead Carrie said,
"Yeah! Great idea!"
Using my hand as a "saw," I started cutting at the
middle of her forehead and moved down. I carefully
lifted my finger when I got to her light bikini top,
then chickened out around her navel, cussing myself for
being a coward, over the sound of my beating heart.
Damn Edie! Why couldn't she just go away.
When I pulled my hand away, Carrie reached out and
grabbed it. Saying, "Not much of an autopsy," she
replaced my finger on her forehead. "Want to try that
again?"
To hell with it, I thought, and ran my finger to her
bra-top, lifted the cloth up out of the way and
continued slowly down between her budding breasts.
"Carrie!" Edie screeched.
Carrie calmly looked at her friend and said, "What?" in
a voice of total innocent.
Down I went. I moved my finger beneath the waist-line
of her shorts, then pulled then out of the way and
proceeded downward. When I ran my hand across her
clearly outlined panty-clad pussy lips, Carrie gave a
decided jump and Edie again screamed, "Carrie!"
Again my beautiful little cadaver innocently asked,
"What?"
What happened next I count as irrefutable proof that
there is a God, although His name may be Pan. The phone
rang. We all froze. Finally, I said, "Edie?" and she
took off like a shot to answer it.
Purely in desperation, I dropped my hand back onto
Carrie's pantie-covered pussy. She gasped, grabbed my
hand, but instead of moving it away, she and started
rubbing it up and down her crotch. Without really
thinking, I pushed my thumb under the shorts... and
found... warmness, wetness, puffiness. So that's what a
cunt feels like?
Carrie was still rubbing my hand against her shorts,
gasping, "Oh yes! Do it! Please don't stop!"
Some deep stab of rationality suddenly set up an alarm
inside me. Edie would be back in minute! There was no
way she would go along with into this. After all, she
didn't have any tits!
"Carrie!" I whispered frantically.
After the third time of my saying her name, she blinked
as if coming out of a trance. "What?" This time not
innocently, but incomprehensibly, as if she were
saying, "Why the hell are you bothering me at time like
this?"
"Edie! She'll be bank in a second! If you really want
to do this, we need to go somewhere. How about if you
find an excuse to go home and then you sneak back over
and come down to my room?" I had my bedroom in the
basement in order to give Edie a bedroom of her own. It
was isolated and the lack of windows left it pitch
black when the light was off.
"Sure! Okay! Anything! Just promise you'll finish what
you started."
When Edie came back outside, I grabbed my bike and said
I was going over to Ron's. True to her word, Carrie
said she had to go home and left. Talk about being
subtle! Edie look a little bewildered, called goodbye
to Carrie and went into the house.
I immediately hid my bike in the garage, sneaked in the
back door and crept down into my room. Beyond
embarrassment or fear now, I stripped out of my clothes
and dove onto my bed. I could hardly keep my hands off
my dick, but I was determined not to jack off with a
real, live girl coming to me.
Then and there I decided that if she didn't show up,
I'd have to kill her. Wouldn't that be justifiable
homicide? Then I started mentally setting up teams for
the World Series. Anything to take my mind of my
painfully stiff cock.
I heard the back screen door squeak slightly and then
light and the fumbling footsteps on the stairs. I
leaped up and padded across the pitch-black basement. I
figured in the dark she would kill herself on support
beams in the middle of the room. Or worse, she'd fall
or knock something over and Edie would hear it, and
then we would both be dead.
"Carrie!" I hissed so I wouldn't startle her in the
dark.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Right here." I found her hand and led her into my
room.
"Thank, God," she said and sort of melted into my arms.
Looking back, I can't help but be amazed that she
didn't jump when she felt my naked body or my stiff
prick against her skin. I guess we were too busy
kissing, then fondling each other. I felt her hard
nipples through her cloth top.
"Wait." She lifted my hand and stepped back. When she
was again in my arms, her top was gone. She took my
hand and put it on a breast. "That's better."
Then my body quivered as her hand went down and wrapped
around my cock. One touch and I fired. My sperm first
shot out, on belly, shorts, and legs, she just kept
gently pumping me.
After my flow was down to a dribble, (I was as
embarrassed as hell) she did the most exquisitely
sensual thing. Her hand came away and after a few
seconds I heard her say, "Mmmm, that tastes good." She
obviously was licking my cum from her hand.
"Wait a minute, I whispered. "I'll get a towel from the
shower."
"Hurry!"
As if I had to be told.
I was back in seconds, even with a detour to grab a
flashlight out of Dad's tool box. I turned on the
flashlight and found her lying on my bed naked.
Wordlessly, I handed her the flashlight and started
rubbing away my cum from her tummy and thighs.
Replacing the towel with my hands, I rubbed her thighs,
working my way up to her pouting pussy. There it was at
last! A real, live cunt!
Lying beside her now, I scrunched down so my head was
at the level of the few dark strands of hair just above
her pussy. As I reached out to touch it, she suddenly
spread her legs wide and dropped the flashlight. The
light went out, but I was more interested in feeling
than in seeing right then.
Thinking back to my faithful manual of sin, I ran my
fingers lightly up the slit between the two plump slick
lips. Carrie moaned and spread her legs even more for
me. I spread her cunt lips and pushed a finger inside,
and I suddenly had the ultimate multimedia thrill. She
was soft and warm, and sopping wet, and she smelled
like heaven.
I carefully pushed another finger inside her and heard
a sort of slurping sound as I moved them in and out of
her. The audio was great; the video portion could wait
until later.
Just then I remembered, "Clit!" In the book the guy had
found her "hidden button" and she had gone "crazy" as
he played with it. But where the heck was it? It seemed
obvious that it wasn't inside her. She was moaning and
thrashing around as I fingered her, but I had the
distinct impression that her clit was somewhere
outside. I remembered that it was supposed to be under
some kind of hood, whatever that meant.
I was hard again, but that first cum had taken enough
of the edge off to allow me to explore body. I fumbled
for the flashlight, snapped it on, and went looking for
the magic spot. I ran my hand up Carrie's pussy while
she continued to moan. When I got near the top, she
jumped and whispered, "Oh, yes! That's it!"
Not only had I found her clit, but her excitement
turned me on like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Kneeling between her straining thighs, I gently rubbed
the little bump I had found. Again she bucked and cried
out.
Okay. I had read about it. I had talked to the guys
about it. Now I wanted to try it. I mastered my shyness
and fear of her rejection, then I put my mouth around
the fleshy button and gently began to suck it.
Carrie went ballistic. It was all I could do to hold
her down on the bed until her convulsions calmed and
then finally stopped altogether. Her breath was coming
in gasps even after her body had quieted down.
My cock was aching, I really need to cum again.
And then we both froze as the basement lights came on
and Edie's voice called, "Bob? What's going on."
I didn't have a clue what to do. I could feel my
throbbingly full cock move to half mast and then shrink
to the point where it felt like it was crawling inside
my belly for protection. I was scared to death!
If I was paralyzed by the sudden lights and my sister's
voice, I was petrified as I heard Carrie call in a calm
voice, "Edie? We're down here."
Shit! I was dead meat! Edie came to the door of my tiny
room, her mouth open in astonishment. "What are you
guys doing?"
"What does it look like we're doing?" Carrie asked,
still completely calm.
"Come join us."
"I-I don't think...." I stammered, but was cut off by
Edie's, "Sure," as she pulled her top over her head and
pushed down her shorts and panties.
I just stared. My non-sexual little sister was standing
there with her flat chest and hairless pussy staring me
in the face. As Carrie scooted over to make room, Edie
crawled onto the bed with us, her eyes riveted to my
swelling cock.
"Can I...touch it?" she stammered, and without waiting
for a reply she reached over and took it into her hand.
"I must have died and gone to heaven," I commented to
no one in particular.
Carrie touched Edie's cheek, then leaned over to kiss
her shoulder. Where the heck did this barely pubescent
girl get this kind of confidence, I asked myself.
For the next half hour we explored each other's bodies.
I really got off on playing with Edie's cute little
slit and her principle interest was in my stiff cock.
Carrie was simply turned on by everything. I think we
could have wandered through the house and she would
have been aroused by every artifact we found, including
items from every food group.
Edie was aroused by what she was doing, more than what
was being done to her. Both Carrie and I played with
her pussy, I even tried to push a finger up her, but it
all just felt, "nice," to her.
Suddenly, Carrie sat up and said, "Okay, now let's
fuck."
"Waited a minute," I said. "I can't fuck Edie. I
wouldn't be able to get it in and trying has got to
hurt her. And, Carrie, I'm not about to get you
pregnant."
"Your right," Edie agreed.
Carrie jumped off the bed and grabbed her shorts.
Shit, I thought. This crazy girl is going to run off
mad. Instead she jammed her hand into her pocket, and
pulled out a fistful of tinfoil -- what I quickly
learned were rubbers like the older guys were always
talking about.
"Where the heck did you get those?" I asked.
She grinned impishly and said, "Out of my daddy's
drawer." She lay down and pulled me between her legs.
Her pussy was wide open, bright red, dripping. "These
shouldn't be too complicated." She peeled back the foil
on one of the packages and slid out the small rubber
ring.
It took only a few seconds to figure out how to get it
over my cock. She pulled me down on top of her. We fell
into a searing kiss while she guided me into her pussy.
Jerking back I said, "Wait! Aren't you a virgin? I
don't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry. I'm not a virgin," she said as she guided
my cock back into her heat. "Maybe I'll tell you about
it sometime, but right now I want you to FUCK ME!"
I don't always have to be hit in the head with a shovel
to get the point. So I did what she wanted. I shut up
and fucked her. I wish I could say I took her to a
dozen orgasms while I valiantly held out, but that's
the stuff of fiction. I lasted a good 30 seconds
(maybe) and then came. Carrie held me tight after I
shot off and kept riding my dwindling dick until she
climaxed.
All three of us were spent and it was getting time for
mom to get back home. We all kissed each other
tenderly. As we gathered up our clothes and I took the
sheets off the bed, Edie had the last word. "Hey, guys.
We WILL do this again often, and next time, Bob, be
assured that you will fuck me, no matter what."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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