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Submission - 2
by Timid Tim (address withheld)

***

Eddy gives Mike a new rule that if he can get Mike's 
sister, twelve year old Leslie, to accompany them to 
the secret wooded spot He will "do him" then. (mf, 
youths, inc, 1st, mast, oral) 

***

Chapter 2

Eddy pulled his car into the driveway of Mike's house 
and Mike stumbled from the car trying to hold on to his 
book bag which had slipped from his lap. He caught 
himself in time and pretended that he did the clumsy 
exit on purpose. 

He didn't want Eddy to think he was a nerd that could 
not walk without tripping. Mike looked back and saw 
Eddy grinning at him. "Hang in there guy," Eddy said 
laughingly. "You trip with a hard on and you can break 
your dick." 

Mike immediately looked down to see if his erection was 
showing. He still had the funny feeling there that he 
had since Eddy first put his hand there and touched 
him. He would be mortified if he was showing his 
feelings. If you were cool you didn't show emotion. 

When he looked down Eddy laughed even harder. "Gotcha 
buddy! That little pecker of yours is not in any 
danger." He laughed again. "Hey!" he commanded. 

Mike stopped in his tracks and looked at Eddy. "What?" 

"Is Leslie home?" 

Mike knew that she was but for some reason he wanted to 
conceal that fact from Eddy. He just was not quite 
ready for Eddy to try something with his sister. He was 
sure that it would all end up with him being in 
trouble. 

"Nope, she's not home." 

"Ok guy, when she gets home I want you to ask her a 
question for me ok?" 

"Well ok, What?" 

"Ask her if she has ever had her pussy sucked." 

Eddy was grinning again. 

"Whoa man I can't ask her that. She will tell Mom and 
my butt will be mud!" 

"Come on chicken shit!" Eddy stuck his chin way out and 
looked at Mike over his cheek bones. "You want you and 
I to have some more fun right?" Mike just blushed in 
silence. Eddy continued, "You want to see your sister's 
pussy right?" 

Mike looked hurriedly toward the house and around 
hoping no one was around to hear Eddy's words. "Awwww 
man." 

"Awww man, my ass!" Eddy exclaimed in a low voice. "I 
can't do it all dude. You gotta help. You gotta get her 
sort of primed. You know what I mean?" Mike was 
confused. He didn't know what he wanted. He just knew 
the conversation was making him very nervous. 

"Ok, ok, I gotta go." Mike turned and started around 
the front of the car and Eddy threw the car in gear and 
backed slowly out of the driveway. Mike could see him 
thru the windshield. He was making faces. He was 
sticking his tongue out and pretending to lick 
something in the air.

He was laughing. 

Mike thought about his tongue sloshing around on Eddy's 
privates in the woods. He thought about how it might 
feel to have a tongue touching his peter.

As Mike approached the side door to his house he 
suddenly remembered that his sister was indeed home and 
probably sitting there in the den watching TV. He was 
going to have to walk past her. He wondered; Did it 
show on his face? Was there some sort of tell tale sign 
in his expression. Would she know the moment that he 
walked in the door that he had done something very 
wild. 

Could she tell that just an hour ago he had been in the 
woods with his cousin and that he had put his cousin's 
peter in his mouth and sucked it? He knew something 
about the word "gay". It meant guys who liked guys. 

He wondered if maybe he was gay. As he remembered the 
sensation of sucking on Eddy's cock he remembered that 
it was not unpleasant. There was a slight salty taste 
and then that disappeared. He didn't really mind the 
feeling of the smooth peter sliding in and out of his 
mouth. 

He teared up and panicked the one or two times that 
Eddy would seem to be forcing his thing deeper into his 
throat but He managed to bloc the head from moving 
further into his throat with his tongue pressed against 
it. It was the eruption of the slimy stuff down his 
throat that took the most determination to keep going 
and not to stop. 

Then it was over and Eddy was wiping himself off. Mike 
wasn't sure what to feel when Eddy told him, "good 
job." He wasn't sure if one was supposed to be good at 
that sort of thing. 

Mike stopped half way up the stairs and shook his head 
violently from side to side as if to clear the rush of 
words flowing thru it. 

Leslie was sprawled out on the den floor watching TV 
with a sandwich and a coke beside her. A sofa was 
between she and the side door and she lay with her feet 
toward the sofa. 

She was wearing her shorts and a shortie top. Her legs 
were bent at the knees and her feet were crossed. She 
was gently swinging her legs up and down. She would 
bring her heels down and bump her butt and then allow 
her legs to drop until her toes touched the floor. Each 
time her toes touched the floor she would arch her back 
and press her midriff into the sofa pillows she had 
under her. 

There was a sensation when she did that. It was a good 
feeling that made her catch her breath every once in a 
while if she kept it up for a long time. There was a 
particular spot somewhere down there that when she made 
the connection just right against the pillows. It gave 
her body a tingling sensation that traveled from her 
loins up her spine. Each time she did it the feeling 
was more intense. She wondered where it would stop.  

Mike crossed the room to the back of the sofa and 
looked over it. His sister's feet were making their 
swing downward at that exact moment and the spot was in 
just the right place. Mike heard the whispered moan. He 
froze. Up the legs went and again the soft moan. 

Mike could tell the difference. That moan meant 
something special. It was like his moan when he was 
touching himself and evoking that special feeling. He 
stared at his sister's rounded little butt and the 
place between her legs where her shorts were drawn 
tight and causing a crease that disappeared between her 
legs. 

He saw the corner of the sofa cushion jutting out from 
there and he realized that she was touching herself 
with the sofa cushion.  

He felt a tingling between his own legs and covertly 
moved his hand to press there, trying to nurse the 
feeling to a more intense level. He continued to stare 
at his sister's crotch as his fingers sought out the 
round hardened little shaft moving about in his pants.

"Mike!" The startled voice of his sister brought him 
back to reality from a mindset he didn't even realize 
that he had traveled to. "Oh!" He exclaimed, snapping 
his eyes away from her crotch and up to the TV screen. 

She couldn't see his crotch where his hand had been 
gripping his little peter. He tried to act calm as he 
assessed the fact that his sister had caught him 
starting at her crotch. "What's on TV?" He asked. 
Leslie stared at him for a few more seconds, her eyes 
switching from his face to her rear trying to assess 
what he was looking at and what was he seeing. 

She didn't mind him looking. She could pretend it was 
another guy interested in her. Someone older like that 
guy named Pat that gave her a ride home one day. She 
knew better than to accept rides but she felt like she 
knew him. He played football and was a senior. He had 
started talking to her about boyfriends and did she 
have one and why not and then he had put his hand on 
her leg. 

She was wearing a short skirt and his fingers were 
right on her bare flesh. She was afraid and curious at 
the same time. She was pleased that such an older guy 
had an interest in her. 

It was when he pulled his car onto the side street by 
her house that she got worried. It was a two block 
stretch where there were no houses and most people were 
traveling on the cross streets and not this side 
street. "You wanna hang with me?" He asked. "I don't 
know." She replied. 

He had leaned over and now had one arm over the seat 
behind her and the other hand holding her leg at the 
knee. His thumb was moving and tickling her. She 
pressed her legs together and tried to push his hand 
away but he was strong. 

"Hey." He said. "What is it you don't know? I can teach 
you anything you need to know. You know how to kiss a 
guy?" 

"Maybe." 

"Let's see." He moved quickly and his mouth covered 
hers. His hand forced its way up the inside of her leg 
pulling her skirt with it until she could feel his 
fingers probing at her center. She struggled and pushed 
at his face with one hand and at his hand under her 
skirt with the other.

He kept saying, "Relax. Relax and enjoy it. I'll make 
you feel good. He was pressing on her panties. She 
could feel his fingers prying the leg of her panties up 
and sliding inside. Then his fingers were pressing into 
her crease. He kept her mouth covered with his, 
tonguing her and smothering her. Wild sensations were 
surging thru her. She knew it was wrong and at the same 
time the excitement and the feeling his probing fingers 
were evoking were affecting her ability to think 
clearly. 

It was the sudden arrival of the postman at the corner 
that stopped everything. He drew back long enough for 
her to grab the door handle and crawl from the car. She 
walked away as if nothing had happened, to afraid to 
let the postman know that she had been in a stranger's 
car. It was the lingering thoughts of those sensations 
he had evoked in her that she kept going back too.  

Leslie's mind returned to the present and she 
remembered her brother's quest about the TV. "Nothings 
on," she answered. Her brother was cute, she thought. 
He was nicer looking than any of the boys who had 
approached her about being their 'girlfriend". It was 
silly. She was too young to be a "girlfriend" to anyone 
and if she did decide to be that close to someone it 
would have to be a much more mature guy than the little 
snot noses that were in her class at school. It would 
have to be someone who was loving and kind, not like 
that guy Pat. 

Leslie left her thoughts and turned her attention again 
to her brother. "What is more important is where have 
you been? You are an hour late getting home. Mom called 
and I lied for you. I told her you were home and had 
run out again."

"Ahh thanks Leslie. I didn't think it would take this 
long."

"Think what would take so long?" She asked. 

"Oh well nothing. I stopped to talk with some of the 
guys after school and Eddy, our cousin, offered me a 
ride home."

"So," she replied. "Getting a ride home in a car would 
have put you here faster, not later." 

"Holy shit Sis! Give me a break will you? You are not 
my keeper." 

Leslie turned fully around and sat up. Mike could not 
help but stare at her breasts that were pushing out the 
small top she was wearing. "Yes it is my business when 
I have to lie to Mom about you smart ass! What guys are 
you talking about and what were they talking about and 
where did you and Eddy go?" 

Damn, Mike thought. She is just like Mom. Twenty 
questions. So many you forget what the first one or two 
were and start answering the last ones first.

"Eddy and I went to the woods and the guys were talking 
about a girl at school that, well, did something with 
one of the guys." 

Damn! He had not planned on telling her about the 
woods. His mind was racing. Now she would ask about the 
woods and he would have to make up a story and keep the 
truth from running cross his face like a moving 
billboard.

Mike felt a bead of sweat on his lip. The conversation 
was going right where he did not want it to go. He 
waited for the question. 

"Since when have you been hanging around with Eddy?" 

Mike noted a hint of real interest in her voice. "Oh 
not long," he replied. "He and I went together behind 
the Dillard's house where all the guys hang out after 
school."

"So why did you go to the woods?" She wasn't going to 
let it drop. 

"No particular reason." Mike remembered what Eddy had 
said. He had to help to start things going with his 
sister. He had to do something. He wanted Eddy to "do" 
him like he said and it had to involve his sister. He 
wanted something to happen with his sister. He wasn't 
sure what. "He has a special place where he goes when 
he wants to think. It's out Cuttersville Road and then 
off in the woods on one of those logging trails I 
think. It's just a secret place where nobody goes but 
Eddy, hesitation, and now me."

Leslie stood and moved to the sofa. Mike could tell 
that her interest in his time with Eddy was not just 
casual. He knew that she didn't really give a hoot 
about his wanderings so it must be Eddy. She liked 
Eddy? Well he was our cousin yes but then actually just 
a third so maybe that was alright. What the heck you 
can go to the movies and stuff with mot anyone.

"You like Eddy?" Mike grinned when she reacted. It was 
too much of an over the hill reaction. 

She threw a pillow at him and shouted, "No, no, you 
idiot!" 

Ahhh, she did like Eddy. Mike was now having a hard 
time keeping his eyes from drifting down her smooth 
chest to the gaping opening, when she leaned forward so 
he could see the beginning of her tits. 

'Tits." That was one of those words he had learned 
behind Dillard's house. One of those words that he 
enjoyed saying because it was being cool and bad at the 
same time. He knew about teats on a cow or a hog or a 
female dog but he had never thought about a female's 
breasts as tits. He liked saying it but he thought that 
perhaps that he would never say it to a girl because it 
was sort of a put down. "Breasts" was a much nicer word 
it seemed. Breast and pussy. Those words went together.

Again he was brought back to the present conversation 
when he heard his sister's voice, more insistent now, 
asking, "So what did the two of you do in the woods?" 

Mike's mind raced. Did she already know? Had she 
somehow guessed that he and Eddy had done things to 
each other? How could she know unless she had been 
there herself or had something happen to her the same 
way? Mike now felt the best defense was a retreat. 
Another glance at his sister's chest and he started for 
the stairway. 

She immediately followed. She knew she was on to 
something because of the nervous way her brother was 
acting. "Mike!" She shouted after him as he started up 
the stairs taking two at a time with her close behind.

Mike slammed into the door to his room throwing it open 
and spinning around to try and close it before his 
sister gained entrance. No luck. She was right on his 
heels and was behind him in the room by the time he 
turned. 

"Come on, what did you two do? Was there a girl there?"

"No." There was anger in Mike's voice. He felt 
pressure. Leslie noted the anger and was more convinced 
that something happened that Mike was afraid to tell 
her. 

She didn't really care what Mike did. The fact that he 
was in the company of Eddy when he did it was what 
interested her. She was fascinated by Eddy. He was 
really handsome. His Italian mother had passed her dark 
beauty to him. 

"We took a piss!" Her brother's voice went high and 
broke. 

"What?" 

"Yea, we took a piss. We both needed to go halfway here 
so we just turned off and kept going once we got 
started and then Eddy told me about the hideout and we 
went there to take a piss." The words had flooded out 
of Mike's mouth.

Leslie had draped herself cross Mike's bed, on her 
back, with her arms behind her head resting on the 
pillow. Mike was now staring at her long slender legs. 
Her skin was so smooth. He wondered how it felt to 
touch. He moved to the side of the bed, dropped his 
loafers on the floor and sat on the edge facing her. 

He remembered what the guy had said in the ally today. 
"He had talked about how he got his hand on the girl's 
leg above her knee and then moved up to her pussy. He 
said when he got his hand on her thigh, "She was his! 
Those were his words." I kept rubbing the inside of her 
leg and working my way up to her pussy till I could 
touch it with my fingers. I had her pants off in five 
minutes after that," he said."

Here was Leslie laying on his bed, long smooth legs 
slightly apart, staring at the ceiling and talking as 
if to herself. "You took your thing out in front of 
him?" "Sure." "Oh gross, you boys will do anything!" 

"Well why not Leslie? Boys all look the same and girls 
all look the same so what's the big deal?" 

Silence from the bed. 

Mike moved his hand slowly across the sheets the few 
inches between his little finger and her skin. It was 
she who shifted her position a bit and caused his hand 
to slide under the bend of her knee. 

He left it there, staring at it, thinking that all he 
had to do was raise his fingertips and he would be 
touching her on her thigh. He would be touching her 
bare skin. He wished he could figure out how to turn 
his hand palm upward and still be normal looking. He 
desperately wanted to touch her skin with his finger 
tips. He again felt that familiar trickle of sweat on 
his upper lip and the tingling in his own thighs.

There was silence for a moment. Neither Mike nor Leslie 
wanting to end the conversation. Both of them on a 
personal journey of words and discovery yet 
disconnected from each other. Leslie's taunt young body 
was the object of Mike's fascination. 

Mike's trip to the woods with Eddy had a mystery about 
it that Leslie was sure was going to be very 
interesting. She didn't know why it all interested her 
so she just knew that something happened out there and 
she was going to find out what it was.

Again she whispered, "So what happened out there? You 
pissed and what else? Are you telling me the truth that 
there was not a girl with you? Maybe that Sammoth girl. 
I heard she lets guys put their hands in her pants." 
Leslie giggled from embarrassing her own self with that 
revelation. 

"No kidding!?" Mike used the pretended shock of 
Leslie's revelation to move his hand decisively to the 
top of her kneecap. She gave a slight jerk when she 
felt his hand and then relaxed again. Mike was careful 
not let even the weight of his hand bring her attention 
to it's position.

"Did he see your thingy?" 

Blood raced. 

"Yea, I guess so." 

A long silence. 

Mike gathered his courage and moved his hand an inch up 
her leg. Leslie again jerked her knee and this time 
pulled her knee from under his hand. Mike gathered his 
resolve and returned his hand to her knee, this time a 
couple of inches higher than it was. 

"Mike!" Open resistance. Leslie pushed at his hand with 
her own. 

Mike refused to budge. He took the plunge. "Leslie, 
you're beautiful. Your legs are beautiful too. Your 
skin is beautiful. I'm not hurting anything. I just 
want to touch your leg. Ok?" 

Leslie's pushing hand relented. She listened intently 
to Mike's compliments and giggled.

"You wanna play, like a game?" She smiled and raised 
her eyebrows as she looked straight at Mike. 

"What kind of game?" He asked. 

"You tell me exactly what happened in the woods and I 
will let you move your hand up one inch for each 
question answered." 

"Deal!" It took Mike a split second to agree to the 
terms. He envisioned an afternoon of questions that 
would take his hand to that magic spot between her 
legs, her pussy. That's where the guy said you got your 
hand and the girl didn't have a chance. Mike was not to 
clear on what she didn't have a chance to do or what 
happened after that but he wanted desperately to get to 
that point and see.

Leslie, on the other hand, was confident that she had 
control of the situation because she was the one who 
would control how many questions were asked and if the 
answer was acceptable.

"Ok, here we go," she breathed. "First question. Did he 
see your thing?" 

"Yes." Up an inch. 

Leslie took a deep breath for the next one. "Did you 
see his?" 

"Yes." Up another inch.  

Mike's arm was getting tired holding it straight out so 
he adjusted his position and ended up with his elbow 
between Leslie's legs and his hand up her thigh the two 
inches he had earned and a couple of more.

She didn't act like she noticed. She absent mindedly 
brought her legs together a couple of times with her 
occasional squirming which allowed Mike to feel the 
warmth and softness of both legs from her knees down 
against his bare arm and shoulder. His loins quivered. 
He felt a feeling that he could only describe and 
"really sweet." 

Mike now found himself literally hugging Leslie's right 
leg with the palm of his hand against the velvety 
softness of her inner thigh. He loved her. She was his 
sister. He felt close to her emotionally. He knew that 
he would never do anything to hurt her but he had to 
explore his feelings and explore her body for as long 
and for as much as she would allow him. 

Leslie loved her brother. He was a giant nerd a lot of 
the time but he was kind to her. She had Sex Ed in 
school. She knew a little about boys and their urges. 
She didn't mind being a source of some comfort for her 
brother. She was also curious. 

She had heard the older girls talking about boys 
"cocks" and "pricks" as they described their size and 
how they felt and what the guys were trying to do with 
them.

She had seen her brother in the bathroom once when his 
towel fell off as they were passing each other. He had 
that little thing between his legs that didn't seem 
much larger than the little peter on the five year old 
she baby sat. 

She had talked with her friends about what a boys peter 
should look like and she was taught about the ability 
of the peter to grow to several times it's size when it 
was "soft" as they put it. She was fascinated with the 
idea that she could make that happen.

She had discovered her "spot" last year and she and her 
very best friend had talked about touching themselves 
to feel good. She wanted to touch that spot now. The 
warmth of her brother's bare arm between her legs and 
his hand on her inner thigh made her tingly down there. 

Maybe there was a way she could do it without him 
noticing. 

Leslie had pulled a coverlet over her bare legs when 
she first lay down and she had allowed her brother to 
slide his hand under the cover when he first sat down 
on the bed. Maybe he wouldn't be able to tell what her 
own hand was doing.

She ever so slowly moved her left hand under the 
coverlet and into her lap. She placed her hand so that 
she could press down on her mons de venus. A trickle of 
electric shock went thru her as she first touched 
herself thru the material of her shorts. In the time it 
took Leslie to work thru these thoughts her brother's 
hand had moved another inch or so up her leg minis any 
questions.

"So what did he look like?" All of the questions were 
now being delivered in a soft voice. It seemed as if 
noise or a full voice would break the spell that one 
was weaving, not knowing that the other was just as 
busy doing the same thing.

"How do I know? It's like any boy. It's like me." Mike 
waited for his permission to move up another inch. 
"Like you? But he is older than you, a lot older. So 
there must be a difference." 

"He's bigger." Mike had to struggle a bit to admit the 
last. 

"What do you mean?" 

"He is bigger around and longer." His embarrassment at 
admitting indirectly to his smallness made him forget 
to move his hand.

"Ok, that's good for two questions." Leslie gently took 
her brother's fingertips and placed them at the point 
on her inner thigh where the tendon disappeared into 
her upper leg.

Mike forced a deep breath inward as he felt the newness 
of her ever softening flesh under his fingertips.

He remembered something else one of the guys said. He 
very slowly moved his fingers from side to side a 
couple of times. This movement brought a direct action 
from Leslie. She placed her hand on top of his to stop 
his movement. He was disappointed that she had stopped 
him but he was delighted to find that he was having so 
much of an effect on her. She had gasped again when he 
moved his fingertips against her skin. 

"How big are you?" The question was a bombshell! 
Everything was on the table. They had taken the 
conversation from indirect reference and third party to 
a very personal level.

Mike stuttered, "I-I, uh, well about that long." He 
demonstrated, "That long..." with a display of his 
thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Needless to say 
there was a bit of exaggeration but then how would she 
ever know. His right was pressed hard against her leg 
with his fingertips now feeling the opening in the leg 
of her shorts. He had forgotten about the shorts. His 
spirits sank and his frustration rose as he realized 
that there was no way he was going to get past them. 

"Let me see it." 

Another level of shock. 

"No way!" 

"Why not?" 

"I don't know, just no way!" 

"Come on!" This time the words were emphasized by 
Leslie catching Mike's left hand in her right. "Take it 
out." 

"Oh jeezz Leslie! I ain't gonna do that." Mike pulled 
back to free his left hand. Leslie held tighter. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Tell you what. Lay down 
beside me. We can cover up and you can close your eyes 
while I take just a peek. 

"Crap lesli..." in the middle of his protest Mike 
realized what a golden opportunity he was passing up. 
He needed to make it better for himself. "Ok deal 
except for one thing." 

"What?" 

"You let me see you and I let you see me." 

Leslie thought a moment. "Ok, under the covers. You 
unzip and I unzip." 

"Uhhh, no. that's not fair." 

"Why not?" 

"I am different. You can see all of me with my zipper 
down but I can't see all of you." 

Mike's hand had never left it's position on Leslie's 
leg. He was bound and determined not to lose any ground 
gained. He now put the position of his hand to use. He 
remembered her reaction to his caressing of her skin 
with his fingertips. He again allowed his fingertips to 
travel in little circles around the soft flesh of her 
inner thigh right at the edge of her shorts leg 
opening. 

He allowed his fingers to travel just another inch 
under the material. Leslie's breath again quickened and 
she was forced to squeeze her legs together to stop the 
motion of his hand and the feelings it was evoking.

"Ok." In a matter of fact voice Leslie announced. "You 
turn around and I will take off my shorts AND THATS 
ALL! Mike quickly agreed and turned his head hoping to 
keep his hand in play. Leslie pushed his hand away and 
positioned herself in the center of the coverlet. Every 
fiber of Mike's body was tuned to the action behind his 
back with the rustling of the coverlet and the rustling 
of clothes and the little grunts and sounds Leslie made 
as she squeezed her shorts over her thighs and off her 
legs. 

"Ok I'm ready, now you." 

"Turn your head." 

Leslie looked toward the wall and Mike stood long 
enough to jerk his pants to the floor and step out of 
them. He hesitated for a second or two and then his 
underwear followed.

Mike moved very carefully under the coverlet making 
sure that his naked hips did not touch any part of 
Leslie. He wondered what her reaction would be when she 
found him completely naked under the covers. The 
thought of what was going to happen was causing shivers 
of pleasure to slide up and down his spine. His loins 
felt full and he felt like he needed to pee but not 
really. He just knew that he needed something, that 
there was pressure, a pressure he had never felt 
before. 

Leslie, having moved over in the bed to give her 
brother Mike room to lie down turned her head to the 
wall but managed to ease her eyes back jut enough to 
see the flash of her brother's bare ass as he turned to 
get under the covers. She knew when she put her hand 
there she was going to feel flesh. She was going to, 
for the firs time, touch a boy's body. She was going to 
see what a penis felt like.

They both lay there, on their backs staring at the 
ceiling, neither speaking. finally Leslie spoke. "Ok 
you ready?" 

A faint, "Uh hu," was heard and then a deep swallow as 
the nerve generated saliva filled his mouth.

The anticipation born form the realization that his 
sister's hand was making it's way under the cover 
toward his bare loins was breathtaking. The shock of 
her initial touch against his thigh took his breath. He 
was tuned with every fiber of his body to the gentle 
touch of her fingertips as they played across his lower 
belly and down to his crotch. 

Suddenly she had him. She was grasping his peter in her 
hand, exploring it's size and shape with her 
fingertips. He could feel the blood pumping into his 
appendage. He could feel it swelling until it began to 
hurt. 'Ohhh, it's growing!" She whispered. "Oh my god! 
It's huge!" 

Mike squeezed his eyes closed tight. His body was stiff 
as a bow string. She sensed it. 

"Relax Mikey. I'll be careful. I won't hurt you." She 
had not called him Mikey in a very long time. He liked 
it. He liked the feel of her hand caressing him. He 
kept his eyes closed as he felt the covers shifting and 
realized that she was putting her head under.

Instinctively her hand began to move up and down. He 
could feel her breath on his bare belly as she moved 
her head close to him to better see this amazing 
appendage that swelled in her grasp and was now surging 
with every beat of his heart.

"Oh god sissy that feels so good, so good." Again a 
younger childhood pet name had popped out of his 
memory. Leslie hesitated while she positioned herself 
better to be more comfortable. "Don't stop! Oh god 
don't stop!" There was panic in his voice. He mistook 
her hesitation for stopping. He didn't know what was 
happening to his body but the sensations surging thru 
him were indescribable. 

His loins began to jerk and move in rhythm with the 
movement of her hand up and down his little shaft. She 
found that she could hold the shaft with three fingers 
and that he seemed to especially enjoy the sensation of 
her flicking the head of his penis with her thumb each 
time she pulled the skin to the top. 

Neither of them in their innocence knew where all of it 
was going. They just knew that they were getting and 
giving marvelous sensations that neither had ever 
experienced.

Mike pumped his hips into her gripping hand and gasped 
for breath as the clear liquid of his first climax 
boiled from his swollen testicles up his shaft and 
spurted deliciously into the air soaking her hand and 
the tip of her nose. 

She licked at the tickling sensation of the liquid 
sliding down the tip of her nose and tasted the salt of 
her brother's sperm. She paused to evaluate the taste 
that filled her mouth. It was not unpleasant. She 
smiled and from either something she remembered in past 
girl/girl conversations or instinctively, somehow she 
knew. 

She tested this new sensation again, probing with her 
tongue and then allowed her lips to delicately cover 
the head of his throbbing cock. She slid gently down 
until she had all of his little peter in her warm mouth 
and began to systematically suck him dry.

to be continued?

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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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