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Two Leslies - 1
by Leslie Moore (leslietoo2@gmail.com)

***

My cousin, Leslie Anne and I grew up together as 
cousins, sisters, friends and lovers. (gg, ff, youths, 
inc)

***

When I was a little girl, about five years old, my 
cousin, Darlene, divorced her husband, left West 
Virginia and moved in with my family. She brought along 
her three children. Darlene was my first cousin-once 
removed. Her children then, were my first cousins-twice 
removed, some would call them third cousins. Her eldest 
was a daughter, named Leslie, like me. She was six-and-
half at the time, almost seven. Darlene also had twin 
boys, Henry and Phillip, who were my age, they were 
five. Then there was my little brother, Teddy, who was 
had just turned three.

Darlene was sixteen when Leslie was born, and almost 
eighteen when she had the twins. She married their dad, 
Bobby, just before the twins were born. 

Bobby was a low-life. He worked and supported Darlene 
and the kids, but was not a good husband, or father. He 
drank and laid about, and was known to beat Darlene. 
Darlene would defend herself, though. Bobby didn't win 
all the fights he started with Darlene. She had hit 
Bobby with lamps, small appliances, an iron skillet, 
had thrown hot grease on him, and, on one occasion, had 
chased him from the house with a meat cleaver. 

I hadn't really known my cousin Darlene well, but I'd 
always thought she was a cool chick. She was pretty and 
sexy, and tough. Darlene was a bad-ass. Everybody loved 
Darlene. Bobby, on the other hand was merely tolerated. 

I was excited when Darlene and her kids moved in with 
us. I didn't give a thought to the circumstances that 
had led to her leaving Bobby. Darlene slept on the 
couch, while Leslie slept in my bed, and the twins 
shared a bed with Teddy. They stored their stuff in our 
basement.

Leslie clung to me and held me tight, throughout those 
nights. I never realized how much she needed that 
closeness. I didn't need it like she did, I just 
enjoyed it. I grew to love her.

It was fun to have another little girl in the house, 
and another Leslie at that. The cuteness of "Two 
Leslies" got old pretty quick, not to mention a little 
confusing. Darlene called her Leslie, "Leslie Anne", 
Anne being her middle name. My middle name was Carol, 
but that never came up. So we had Leslie, that was me, 
and Leslie-Anne. I started calling her Annie and that 
caught on. So then it was Leslie and Annie. We were 
inseparable.

Darlene got a job right away, and it wasn't long before 
she rented a little house not far from ours. Annie and 
I stayed close throughout our childhood years, and as 
teen-agers. We learned a lot from one another.

I taught Annie how to stop talking like a hill-billy, 
to stop saying things like "yins" and to call those 
digits on her hands "fingers", not "fangers".

Annie was a bit of a tomboy and could beat up both of 
her brothers, even if they ganged up on her. She taught 
me how to fight and I taught her how to act like a 
girl. 

We would "wrassle" in the yard until we were dirty and 
exhausted, then go into the house and take a bath 
together. We would wash one another from head to toe 
and then brush each other's hair, and dress up pretty 
and prance around like little ladies.

Annie learned well. She learned to speak like the rest 
of us kids, before she to went to school with us, and 
could be very lady-like, when she pleased. She could 
also be one of the boys, when she wanted. This served 
her well, later on, when she discovered boys and became 
"boy crazy" as my mother called her. 

Annie was a bright and precocious child. She was 
exposed to a lot of adult conversation, especially as 
the daughter of a young, single mother. Darlene was a 
grown woman, and a mother of three, in my eyes, but I 
didn't realize how young she was. She was only twenty-
three at that time she and her kids moved in with us.

Once Darlene had set up her home in her little house, 
she had gathered a circle of friends. Her friends 
included other single girls, some of them divorced, and 
some of her neighbors, who were housewives. Annie would 
eavesdrop on the conversations these ladies would share 
and spy on Darlene and her dates when she brought them 
home. She learned a lot from those exchanges and from 
the things she saw. And she would enlighten me with 
what she'd learned. 

We played all the things that little girls play. We 
played with dolls. We played house, taking turns being 
the mommy, with the other being the daddy, or the baby, 
if we were playing single mommy house. Either way, it 
ended up with mommy and daddy, or mommy and baby going 
to bed and snuggling. Annie always held me so close, as 
if she never wanted to let me go. I loved the way she 
held me and I clung to her as well. I loved her more 
and more as time went by. 

We played doctor, and would perform operations on each 
other. By and by, each doctor had delicately operated 
on nearly every body part of her respective patient. We 
knew every inch of one another.

I often slept over at Annie's and we would hold each 
other tight, all night long. We would caress one 
another and nuzzle our noses into each other's necks. 
Our cuddling and caressing became more and more 
intimate as time went by.
  
I remember one day in particular. Annie and I had 
played hard all day. We were at Annie's house so we 
played her way, a lot of rough and tumble stuff. Annie 
liked to wrestle, so we wrestled a lot. I didn't like 
that stuff much, but I learned how to fight from her. 
Sometimes we would even box. She gave me a bloody nose 
once.

That particular day we were wrestling when we were 
called in to supper. We ran upstairs and took a bath 
together. We washed each other from head to foot. Annie 
was reaching puberty and I thought her body was 
beautiful. She was developing breasts and she was so 
proud of them and I was so envious. She assured me that 
my young breasts would grow soon. She was sprouting 
pubic hair, which I thought was cool, but she said it 
was a pain to shave her armpits, and she dreaded the 
thought of shaving her legs when school started. She 
said that having a period was just gross. She told me 
that my slender little body was pretty. She looked my 
naked, wet body up and down, then kissed my mouth. 

Annie was forever doing things like that. She would 
pinch, or pat my butt, or kiss my mouth, or my neck. I 
loved it when she did those things, I just didn't 
understand it. No one else did things like that. That 
was just Annie's way. Annie loved me and I loved Annie.

After supper we brushed one another's hair and played 
dress up. This was my sort of play. Annie taught me how 
to fight and not be a push-over, and I taught her how 
to be a girl, and not to be such a tom-boy.

Once we'd gone to bed, we talked in the dark, but she 
had worn me out and soon I fell asleep. I woke up after 
a while to feel the bed gently rocking. I looked over 
to see Annie, in the dim light, her head thrown back 
and her eyes closed. I saw the sheets rising and 
falling below her waist and I heard her grunting, 
rhythmically. I watched for a minute and then had to 
ask, "Are you OK?"

"Shut up!" she whispered, and panted in rhythm with the 
motion below the sheets.

"What are you doin'?" I asked.

"I'm diddlin' myself," she said, "Now hush."

"You're what?"

The motion below the sheets stopped and her breathing 
slowed. After a minute she whispered, "You'll 
understand soon, that when a girl gets horny she has to 
do something about it."

"Horny?"

"It's when you feel like you need sex."

"You need sex?"

"You'll see, real soon, that sometimes you need sex, so 
a girl has to diddle herself."

"Is that sex?"

"Not really, but I don't have a boy to have sex with."

"What if you did?"

"I'd let him fuck me."

"What?"

"I'd let him put his hard dick in my pussy and fuck me. 
You know, I've told you all about it."

Annie had explained sex to me in great detail. I loved 
to hear her explain those things to me. I thought she 
was so smart and she sounded so grown up, talking about 
pussies and dicks. It thrilled me to hear those things. 
I didn't understand how it worked, and now it had 
reached a very personal level. She was talking about 
some one having sex with her. The intimate nature of it 
had me tingling.

"What about me?" I asked.

"You'll have to find your own hard dick," Annie 
chuckled and I noticed the motion below the sheets had 
resumed. 

"What are you doing?" I asked again.

She pulled down the sheets to expose her hand massaging 
her young pussy. It looked as though two of her fingers 
were buried inside her. She pulled her feet up under 
her butt and raised her hips. I felt my own little 
pussy twinge. I was suddenly full of new sensations. 

"I think I'm getting horny," I said.

"Then touch yourself."

I put my hand on my own little box and began to stroke 
it. It felt good. I rubbed my pussy up and down as I 
watched Annie diddle herself. I tried to put my fingers 
inside but they wouldn't go.

"I can't get my finger in," I whined.

"You're probably just dry, Baby," she said, "When you 
get really horny, your pussy gets juicy."

"Juicy?"

"Yeah," she moaned, "Here." With that she took my hand 
and laid on her twat. It was hot and wet. I felt her 
juices seeping from her. I ran my hand back and forth. 
I loved the feel of the soft, downy hair on her twat. 
My finger easily slid up into her slit. She pulled my 
hand away and rubbed her juice on my little twat, then 
brought it to her mouth. She sucked my finger and 
placed it back on my pussy, dripping with her saliva. 
She used two of her fingers and spread the lips of my 
pussy farther than they had ever parted. 

My wet finger touched parts of me that had never been 
touched. I slid the tip in deeper. It was glorious. I 
began to stroke myself and Annie dove back into her own 
pussy. When I felt myself getting dry, I offered my 
fingers to Annie and she would suck them and get them 
wet for me, and I would slip them back into my pussy. 

We moved closer and closer together. Annie threw her 
left leg over my right. I was brushing her leg as I 
stoked my pussy. Before long my little twat became 
irritated, so I stopped diddling myself and started 
stroking Annie's thigh as she diddled herself. 

After a while, Annie's breaths came faster and faster, 
until she was almost panting. She rolled over pressed 
her body against mine and began to tremble.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm cummin', Leslie!"

"But you're already here," I said. She had told me that 
boys cum, but she never said anything about girls 
cumming.

"Shut up, you little dummy," she said and she bit my 
neck. She kept nibbling at my neck as she continued to 
tremble and pant. She broke into a sweat. She wrapped 
her arms around me pulled me as close to her as she 
could. I loved the feel of her biting my neck. I loved 
the feel of her little titties pressed against me. She 
pressed her thigh against my tender, little twat. I 
loved that too. She had pushed her hot, wet pussy 
against my leg. I loved that the most. 

Once her trembling had subsided, Annie kissed my lips 
and whispered, "That was the best one ever! I love you, 
Leslie."

"I love you too, Annie," I meant that with all my 
heart, although I didn't understand what she had just 
experienced. 

We held each other so tight that we could barely breath 
for several minutes. We relaxed our grip enough to 
allow us to breath, and fell asleep. 

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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