1 Revelation

SUNSHINE FOLLOWS THE RAIN
Chapter 1 Revelation

Two curious and horny young adolescents explore their sexuality then begin a Jr. High love affair that gets interrupted by a little sister. bg gg

     
There were only a few days until school was out for the summer. Diane and several friends were walking home excited about starting Jr. High in the fall. Rex was just getting off the bus contemplating a lofty position as a ninth grader in the same Jr. High when the spring rain shower hit. It came suddenly catching groups of kids and before any could find shelter under the awning of a little corner market they were drenched.

Rex only had two blocks to walk to get home but he didn’t feel like getting any wetter a decided to wait it out. He found himself bunched in a gaggle of grade school girls. They whispered and giggled and looked at him sideways. There was one girl that was taller than the rest. He had seen her in the neighborhood many times as he rode around on his bike but now he was noticing her in a new way.

She had long blonde hair and a slim face and sparkling blue eyes. She was, of course, in school clothes a skirt and blouse. It was the latter that caught his attention. The sudden downpour had rendered the thin cotton garment virtually transparent and was clinging to its owner.

Diane had noticed the boy as well. They had passed many times on the street but he, being two years older, had never spoken and she had not paid much attention. But he was cute, with dark wavy hair and nice eyelashes. She and her friends loved to fantasize about movie stars and heartthrobs, but this was a real boy. And he was looking at her. Then as she watched the movement of his eyes she glanced down and realized where he was looking.

“Oh, my God! He’s looking at my tits.” They had only started to grow a few months ago. Every day now they seemed a little tender and swollen. Her little sister teased her and her mom warned that they would be shopping for bras before school started again. And some of her friends were actually jealous that she was maturing before them.

“But he can see them through my shirt,” she thought in a panic. “If she tried to cover them up it would just be too obvious but she couldn’t just let him see them, could she?” A little part of Diane tugged at her. She was sort of flattered that an older boy would look at her. The other girls were mostly behind her and wouldn’t know unless she reacted. So she did nothing for a few minutes.

Rex could see the girl was embarrassed but seemed to be frozen. He glanced up at her and their eyes met. She blushed just slightly and he smiled as she stealthily pulled the cloth of her shirt away from her flesh. She had known what he had been looking at.

As they rain slackened he turned and ventured toward home. The girls waited a few minutes and disbursed to their own homes. Diane and her friend Angie went the same way. “Did you see that boy looking at you?” Angie asked her friend. “He was really cute and he was looking right at you.”

“Really,” Diane said. “I didn’t notice.”

Summer days started clicking by faster than Rex would like. He and his friend Austin would get together some and throw the football or just watch TV and hang out. A couple of years ago they would have biked down to Baker’s woods, or when a house was vacant of parents, they would have uncovered a stashed Playboy and jacked off together. They had learned it together starting when they were about nine and tried just about everything on the road of sexual discovery.

They both still admitted to regular solo exercise of their adolescent organs but had ceased exercising each other. There was that “homo” stigma in Jr. High and Austin had begun to direct his libido toward a girlfriend. They hadn’t done it all yet but Austin was confident they would before long. His friend’s reports on his advances only served to stimulate an already horny Rex and motivate him to increase his solo performance.

Julie, Austin’s girlfriend tried lining Rex up with a couple of her friends but it didn’t seem to work out. When it could be arranged that four of them were alone in Austin’s house, Rex would try to make out with his arranged date while Austin and Julie did the same. When he would be inspired by his friend’s hand moving under Julie’s clothes he would try it as well only to be rebuffed and his hand removed.

They even tried a strip poker game at Austin’s house once with Julie and one of her friends. She had long dark hair and dark eyes and a promising figure. The group proceeded to lose clothing one article at a time until the boys were down to their jockey shorts and the girls in panties and bras. When Julie lost the next hand she dropped her bra to the delight of the boys and dismay of her friend who declared that she didn’t go any farther, dressed and left for home ending the game. Rex left a little later leaving Austin and Julie to their devices.

It was frustrating. The only girl that had ever let him do anything was Doris Rosen, and that had been a couple of years ago. She was a little older than he and Austin and kind of chubby. She had been playing some game with them and other neighborhood kids. The three of them had somehow ended up in an old shed behind a vacant house where she had agreed to pull her pants down if they would. There was some three way feeling and fondling and Doris ended up naked. After inspecting both boys thoroughly and letting them do the same to her, she had invited each of them to stick their little boy weenies into her.

Rex could only remember that it felt slippery and even when she spread the pinkish lips apart he had trouble finding the hole and slipped out as much as in. They took turns trying to get their weenies in with Austin doing better than he. Inexperience and excitement brought both boys to that “ticklish feeling” quickly with minimal intrusion and very little if any seminal issue. Coming was a new concept to both of them and soon diminished their rigidity. They had no idea if the older Doris had experienced it either before they pulled up their pants and left.

He had heard that when girls got older they were more willing to let boys do things but that hadn’t been his experience. As eighth graders a couple of girls had let him feel their boobs under their padded bras and one even let him rub her crotch over her panties but that was as far as it got. So his sex life was limited to his hand in the shower, on the toilet and in bed and night as often as he thought about it which was often. And then he thought about that girl in the rain.

Diane thought about that day in the rain, too. She thought about the look on that cute boy’s face. His knew his name was Rex. Her parents knew his and he lived around the corner and down a couple of blocks. Up to now boys didn’t look at her much, except for maybe Corey Paulsen. She’d grown taller and for awhile felt gangly and awkward like some stork. But now she had started to fill out and she had seen boys, even men sort of glance her way. She sort of liked it and wondered if that boy would look at her again, even if he was older than her.

She had begun to pause in front of a mirror even dropping her towel after a shower to look at her self. Her tits were still small but growing. She wished they were bigger so more boys would notice, or maybe just that one boy. Her body was beginning to curve now and there was that hint of hair that had started growing between her legs. It always seemed that anytime she tried to study her self Deana, her bratty sister appeared.

“What ‘cha doin’? Looking’ at yourself again?” she would chide. Then before Diane could cover herself again her sister would grab the towel away and begin to tease. Diane sensed that her little sister was a little jealous and a lot curious about what was happening to her sister knowing that it would soon happen to her.

There were boys in the neighborhood and at school that had noticed the change in her and some of the other girls as well. Corey Paulsen who lived down the street was always trying to get her up in his tree house to “show her some things”. It was rumored that Corey and sometimes his little brother Carl would try to get any girl that went up with them to pull down her pants and “show them something” as the price of admission to their tree house. Sometimes they would offer to do the same. The curious part of Diane wanted to go up with Corey but her girlish sense of propriety would win out and she would always refuse, until a few days after school was out.

Aside from seeing a friend’s little brother diapered she had never seen a live boy’s “thing”. The pencil drawings and diagrams in the brief and feeble discussion of sex in her health class had left more questions than answers. All they wanted to talk about was the biology of reproduction and girls’ bodies. She knew all about girls. She wanted to know about boys and the mysteries of sex.

The group of kids on the block that played together was starting to break up about dusk when Corey approached Diane again. “So Diane, don’t you want to come up in our tree house. You’ve never been up there before.” He had been eyeing her as the group was goofing around and had waited until the other kids were out of earshot.

“I know, it’s because I know what you do up there,” she scoffed.

“So what have you heard?” Corey quizzed.

“I’ve heard you boys go up there and look at dirty pictures and play with yourselves.” Corey recoiled a little from the boldness. “And I’ve heard that a girl has to show you something before you take her up.

“Well,” Corey began, “It’s kind of a club and there are some rules,” then he quickly added, “Come on, Diane. You know you want to. It’s just for fun,” he coaxed with an evil little grin.

Diane’s curiosity burned inside with both the mysteries of the tree house and boys’ mysteries as well. To her own surprise she her self say, “Well maybe, just once.”

Corey excitement surged. She had always refused before and he responded quickly. “When do you want to go up?”

“I don’t know, whenever,” Diane conceded wondering what she had really agreed to.

“How about now, do you have to be home yet?” The boy was anxious.

“Well not really. It’s not dark yet. I can stay out maybe another half hour.”

“Let’s go then, right now,” Corey said his excitement building. Diane followed almost reluctantly as the boy ushered her along.

The subdivision that they all lived in was built on the site of an old farm as many homes were in this part of the country. Corey lived on same side of the street as Diane and down almost a block. When construction had been completed several years ago it left the homes along their side backed up on some woods and open fields and even some old farm buildings. An old riverbed that seldom carried much water now due to upstream damming and flood control channels was some distance beyond.

The builder had intended one more row of houses behind theirs but was it was disallowed because of the river drainage. So the houses on that side were sold with lots than ran much deeper than most running clear back to woods and brush that eventually gave way to the long sloping banks that descended to the rocky, river bank. Ironically the river basin had been dredged to create a flood control diversion later but no additional houses could be built so the area became what would in later years be called a “green belt” and was a Mecca for kids to play in.

The Paulsen boys’ tree house was located deep behind their house in a very large old tree on the crest of a slope. It had been built a few years before they occupied it, but with help from their dad, they reinforced the original for safety and added additional levels in the huge old tree making it quite a structure.

Diane had been around it several times with groups of girls when she was younger taunting the boys. She and some of the others had been unwilling to pay the “toll” for admission. As they came up to shadowy structure looming in the big tree she felt her pulse quicken. “What would she really have to do? Would she have to show him everything? Would he do the same?” She finally admitted to her self that was her real motive.

“I have to go up first to unlock the secret entrance,” Corey said as mysteriously as he could. It was hard for him to control his excitement. He had wanted to see Diane naked for a long time and especially now that she had tits. Diane watched as Corey went up the ladder, unlocked a padlock and swung a small gate open, then unlocked another door on the side of lowest enclosure before pushing it open and motioning Diane to follow. She felt the boy’s eyes on her long slim legs and wondered if he could see her tits from the looseness of her shirt as she climbed up.

Just as she started to crawl through the small doorway Corey stopped her. “OK, you have to agree to the rules. You have to show me something if I let you in.” She made a wry face knowing this was her last chance to back out. Corey knew that, too and not wanting to risk it added, “Just show me your tits and I’ll let you in.”

“O.K.” she nodded and he backed up. She was surprised at the spaciousness once inside. A small window looked out toward the river and another opening with wood slats nailed to the tree branch led to another level. There was a rug on the floor a couple of old bean bag chairs and a table made of old fruit crates. There were a couple of flashlights, some empty coke bottles on the table and she could see a deck of cards some other games and some magazines scattered in one corner.

“O.K. take your shirt off,” her host instructed before she had finished looking around. Diane knew she had committed, so without hesitating or negotiating she gripped the bottom hem of her knit shirt and pulled it over her head. She dropped her hands and looked at Corey who had his eyes glued to her chest. They weren’t very big, just little cones of flesh with pink pointed nipples on the ends. But only one other girl that had come up even had tits yet and they weren’t as big or nice as Diane’s, Corey thought. Now he wondered if she might go a little farther.

Diane was wondering, too, what they would do next. Corey was not the best looking boy around, but he wasn’t ugly either. He had dark hair cut kind of short for the current style. He was shorter than Diane and had been plump as a little boy but had lost most of the baby fat when he began a series of growth spurts. Puberty had not descended fully on him yet and his characteristics were still that of a boy. But it was boys that had Diane’s curiosity running rampant.

“So there’s another rule,” Corey announced, trying to think creatively. “When a person takes something off then club members have to take off the same thing.” With that said Corey pulled off his tee shirt leaving both of them bare from the waist. Diane looked at the boy curiously noting that his eyes had once again, traveled to her chest. “Wow, you’re…yours are really pretty.”

Diane blushed slightly at the compliment and resisted rubbing her hands over the little cones. Then she had a thought. “So you said it’s a rule, if somebody takes something off the rest have to take the same off?” Corey nodded looking up. “So if I took my shorts off you’d have to take your jeans off?” Now it was her turn to offer a little grin.

“Yes,” Corey conceded, hoping where this was going. Diane reached slowly down and undid the button at the top and slowly slid the zipper down on her shorts. Marveling at her own boldness she stood up as much as the low roof where she stood would allow and dropped them to the floor. Corey was surprised. He and his one year younger brother had coaxed the pants off of several girls up here but it had taken much more effort than this. Diane was now standing slightly stooped over displaying a feminine looking pair of pink panties with little bits of lace around the leg holes but clearly defining her feminine mound. Then she dropped back onto her knees looking at him expectantly.

Corey jumped up on his knees and quickly fumbled at his belt and zipper pushing his jeans off. When he raised up Diane could see a tent-like bulge under the white cotton of his briefs. “That’s it,” Diane thought. “That’s his ‘thing’. “Do I want to see it bad enough to let him see me?” Before she talked her self out of it she said, “So if I do this you will, too?” she said, her fingers toying at the elastic at her waist.

“Yes, it’s the rules,” Corey agreed, not adding that he had just created the rule. Reassured Diane stood on her knees and pulled at the fabric taking it to the top of her knees. Corey was on his knees about two feet away and as soon as he could see a few sparse pubic hairs in a gentle v pointing the way to a pair of bare lips separated by a thin slit he started tugging his own underwear down over the top of his very hard boy boner.

Corey’s twelve year old dick stood proudly up and away from his body about four inches at an angle. He was neatly circumcised and had an ample ball sac than held clearly defined little acorns. He and his eleven year old brother exercised their appendages regularly and just as regularly achieved a satisfactory result with only a few drops of clear issue from his and none from his brother.
Diane was locked in fascination of the boy’s equipment. “So that’s what one looks like,” she thought and then dozens of fantasies scrolled quickly through her mind.

Corey was fascinated, too. But he wanted to explore the object of his fascination. “So what do you want to do now?” he quizzed. Diane began to glean his intentions and suddenly she began to get nervous. She wasn’t sure what would come next or what she wanted to.

“It’s getting dark. I’ve got to go home.” As quickly as she had doffed them she regained her clothes and over Corey’s expressed disappointment they climbed down and left. As a parting word Corey extended and invitation for another time which she answered with, “Maybe.”

Diane’s real revelation came at camp. She had welcomed the opportunity to get away from her sister and parents for a week and it was a pretty nice camp. It was for girls from 7th to 9th grades. The cabins were clean with decent bunks and bathrooms. There was a small lake for canoeing and swimming and hiking trails. There were planned activities but lots of free time as well.

The July weather was hot and the second night she had opted for a quick shower before bed. Most of the girls including those in her cabin were at one campfire or another and she found herself alone in the showers they shared with another cabin. That is she thought she was alone until she heard water running and quiet voices in the stall next to her. As she slowly pulled off her clothes she started to over hear the conversation.

“So are you going to do it with him?” a voice asked.

“I think so. I want to, and he really wants to. He’s going to meet me on one of the trails but I’m just a little nervous,” was the reply. “Did it hurt when you did it with your boyfriend?”

“No, he was cool and took it slow. And I got ready for him.”

“How did you do that?” the first voice asked.

“You know. I just diddled myself with my fingers and a couple of other things until it loosened up.”

“Ooh, that’s gross.” There was some muted laughter.

Diane was frozen listening to the lurid conversation. “No it’s not,” the second voice continued. “Try it. Haven’t you ever done it for yourself before? There like that and then you can rub your clit and get yourself off and I know you’ve done that.” Diane could only imagine the scene in the next cubicle. Only a few months ago she discovered that rubbing in just the right spot on the little nub of flesh could really feel good. Now she had discovered that other girls did that too, and other stuff. She pushed a hand down her front trying to picture what the other was like when she bumped the soap dish and small plastic bottle dropped to the floor. She quickly tried to turn the water on like she had just come in when she was aware that another girl was looking at her from around the edge of the cubicle.

“Oh, oh, it looks like somebody was listening.” The girl eyed her for a few seconds. “You were listening weren’t you?”

Diane nodded guiltily, “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” The other girl looked back behind the corner of the tiled finger wall and whispered something then looked back at Diane. “It’s OK, I guess. Did you hear what we were talking about?”

Diane nodded again, “About boys, I guess.” She started to fumble nervously with the shower knobs.

“It’s OK. You won’t say anything to anyone will you, about what we were talking about?” the girl asked.

“No, I won’t say anything,” Diane answered.

“You’re new at camp aren’t you? How old are you?” the girl asked stepping out from her cubicle as another head peeked around the corner.

“I’m twelve,” she answered, then quickly added, “almost thirteen.”

The first girl smiled at her, “Well this shower doesn’t seem to be working real well for you. Come on over with us.”

Diane hesitated, “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to interrupt or anything.”

“Well you know something about us already so we might as well get acquainted. I’m Margie and this is Trish.” With a little encouragement Diane found her shampoo bottle and followed Margie around to other cubical. It was slightly larger than the one Diane had been in and had two shower heads. Only one was running. Without being obvious Diane quickly glanced at the other girls’ bodies just as she and most of the other campers had been doing in the showers. Margie was cute with a fully developed figure, with perky tits and a nice tan. The triangle of lighter skin than traced the outline of a bikini accented the thick patch of brown fur that crowned her mound.

But it was Trish who was drop dead gorgeous. She was sandy blonde, petite and slim, and had the most perfect cone shaped breasts that Diane had seen on any Jr. High girl. The girl’s slim frame made them look larger than they really were by comparison.

Margie sensed the younger girl’s uneasiness. “You’re really cute. You’ll be in seventh grade?” Diane nodded trying to keep her eyes from falling on the naked girls. “I’ve been here three years before,” Margie announced, so I’m a junior counselor. This is Trish’s second year she’ll be in ninth grade.” She twisted the knobs on the other shower head and motioned for Diane to get under the flow.

“So did you understand what we were talking about?” Margie questioned. “Do you know about boys and sex and stuff?”

“A little bit,” Diane responded, not wanting to admit to how little she actually knew. “Well if you promise again not to tell anybody, ‘cause we could get in trouble, we’ll tell you more about what we were talking about. Maybe you’d like to learn anyway. I think most girls learn about boys from other girls in camp.” Margie genuinely liked this young girl. She was being really nice and honest. Her underlying motive was of course to involve the girl so she wouldn’t feel like she could say anything to anyone.

Diane again promised and Margie began to relate more of the story. “Trish likes this boy whose mom works here at the camp. Their house is just down the road. She was here last week, too and they started making out and he’s trying to get her to do it, you know have sex with him. Do you know what I mean?” Diane nodded and assured her she did even though the concept was cloudy. Margie had been right; she wanted to know about it.

“I was just telling her how to get ready to do it. I’ve done it with my boyfriend a few times. Did you hear that part, too?” Diane nodded sheepishly. “Well her friend is sixteen and she says his dick is pretty big, so I was showing her how to get loosened up for him.” Diane was listening as she soaped and shampooed but couldn’t help but notice that Trish had turned away and her back to she and Margie and had her hands in front of her and between her legs. “So have you ever done anything with a boy?” Margie was hoping for some kind of admission but doubted she would hear one from a girl so young.

Diane blushed slightly, “Not much.” She didn’t thing just seeing a boy counted.

“Well you might sometime so you might as well learn, too.” Margie wondered if she was doing the wrong thing and might freak this girl out. But she knew most girls this age were curious about boys and clueless as well. She had learned from another girl at camp when she was about this girl’s age and she also was aware that involving her would keep her quiet. So she decided to go ahead.

“You’ve probably still got your cherry, huh?”

Diane stood still under the spray. “I, uh, I guess so.”

“Let’s find out. Do you ever do what Trish is doing?” She said something aside and the cute ninth grader turned showing that the first two fingers of her right hand were imbedded between her legs past the second knuckle. She was gently biting on her lower lip and blushed as her older friend put her on display. But she didn’t stop what she was doing.

“Umm, well, sometimes, but not putting anything inside…” Diane stammered. She had discovered the pleasure of massaging her small clit but that was all. She had been naked with other girls at the swimming pool and at camp showers, and she and her friend Angie had wrestled around a few times grabbing at each other’s budding tits. Other girls messed around with each other sometimes but she hadn’t done anything like what her two new friends were doing.

“Well you start like this.” Margie leaned back and spread her legs so that Diane could see her middle finger slip inside her slit. “Try it.” Diane slid her hand down passed the sparse hairs and pleasure spot and probed gently with the end of one finger. “Do you feel anything in there?” Margie asked. Diane hesitated. There was tightness around the end of her finger keeping it from going in very far.

She had probed there before but hadn’t tried to force the issue. “Something,” she admitted. It ought to go in farther, she knew, but didn’t seem to want to.

“Here, let me try,” Diane didn’t have time to protest, not that she intended to, before Margie moved the younger girl’s hand aside and probed with her own finger. Diane gasped as she felt she felt the intrusion into her body by Margie’s middle digit. Then she gasped as Margie’s finger touched that “something” inside and she felt a twinge.

“Yep, she’s got her cherry and it’s tight.” Margie announced. She had pulled her finger back but not completely out. “So if you try to do anything with a boy when you’re this tight it’ll be a bad experience. So you start like this.” Diane winced slightly as she felt the older girl’s finger push back in a little. “You go real slow and practice, one finger at a time, just push in a little and then a little more until it stretches. Then by the time you find a boy you want to do it with you’ll be ready and it’ll be fun.”

Margie had moved up closer until her bare flesh was against Diane’s. She was standing to the side almost behind the younger girl and reaching under her arm to administer slow intrusions into Diane’s tight little tunnel. Margie felt the tiny little opening in the thin membrane and pressed it gently several times.

“And it helps if you work on this too,” her moistened finger slid out of the opening and traced up the crevice to rub over the little eraser like nub at the top of Diane’s crack. Diane winced at the touch to her sensitive spot closing her legs on Margie’s hand and giggling. She had explored this spot several times lately on her own and couldn’t believe another girl was touching it. Margie didn’t pull her hand back. Instead she held it firmly over the younger girl’s little tube of flesh, rubbing slightly until Diane’s legs relaxed and pushed back exhaling softly.

Diane knew she shouldn’t be doing this. But the feelings were so new and exciting. She felt herself relax almost leaning back against her tutor, while the older girl slipped a finger back in her narrow canal, then started running her other hand over Diane’s naked body brushing her firm little titties. Then Margie’s finger found the little nub again this time to Diane’s delight, and began a more vigorous assault. In a matter of seconds Diane felt a shudder go through her body like soda in her veins and she gasped.

Margie rubbed a few times more then stood back from her young charge grinning. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” Diane answered her face flushed from both the orgasm and embarrassment. At that moment Trish, who had been watching the activity closely gasped much as Diane had. Two fingers were still in her lightly haired crevice and her other hand massaged the tube of flesh above them as her body flinched in several spasms.

“Have you ever felt that before?” Margie asked while they watched the other girl.

“Kind of, but not like that,” she answered.

“Well now you can practice on your own. And the more you do it or someone does it for you the better it feels. We better get dressed,” she added, “and remember you can’t say anything.” Margie was confident Diane was not about to say anything now.