A MOUNTAIN RETREAT
Chapter 3
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Maybe it was my imagination. But it seemed that right after my little adventure in the mountains with the boys Stephanie’s interest and attention started to change. She had always been precocious especially around me, having no qualms at sitting on my lap or hanging on my arm or finding ways to touch or be near me. Our parents, hers and mine, treated the activity like a cute little girl crush. But now that she had reached the ripe age of ten, and begun an obvious growth spurt, and was beginning to show some feminine curves, her interest seemed to become more and more sexually suggestive.
Girls still wore dresses then, and in the process of outgrowing some that she wore, the hemlines started creeping up her already long and coltish legs. At first I regarded the flashes of flesh high on Stephanie’s thighs and an occasional glimpse of panties as little girl carelessness. But then I realized the little minx was teasing me.
If we were standing around in groups she would lean back against me moving as if to locate my sexual apparatus. She still parked on my lap when she had the opportunity and would stealthily move until her firm little bottom found my dick which would defy me by trying to swell. Not that I minded the contact. I was so horny and hungry for touch of flesh her little girl antics had an affect and she seemed to know it. But I certainly didn’t want to publicly display any sexual attention toward a ten year old.
Then there was a series of events. Stephanie followed her mother over to pick up something from my mom and I was in my room reading. She came in through my open door as I heard her mother admonish her not to bother me, and perched on the arm of my chair. She was wearing white shorts, sandals, a yellow tank top and the little chain and pendant I had given her for her birthday. When she started the questions about what I was reading and began moving around I knew my reading was over.
At one point a slim leg got plopped over my lap and a small bandaged wound was pointed out just below her knee. I made a sympathetic offering, touching the bruise gleaning that it was really just an invitation. I gently rubbed over the area and the flesh around it.
“I’m getting some little hairs on my legs,” my little female friend announced, pointing out the fine golden down that was just beginning to appear. Her look invited more so I let my hand drift lightly over her shin. She smiled ever so slightly. “It’s not growing anywhere else yet,” she observed, eyeing the tops of her thighs then looking up at me. Her sly grin confirmed the implication and she leaned back slightly letting her knees separate. “At least I don’t think so,” she whispered, “maybe you should check.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, responding to the obvious invitation. I let my hand drift up over the slightly bony knee and brushed the inside of Stephanie’s thigh. She giggled and wiggled. Unlike her lower leg, that showed some nicks and scratches of play, the soft flesh farther up was smooth and unblemished with her summer tan fading into pale along the lines of her shorts.
“None here,” I said.
“That tickles,” she said, but not really protesting. As I started inching my fingers upward toward the loose leg opening of her shorts she arched her body ever so slightly. Whether I would have had the courage to go further was moot when we heard her mother call from the other room.
“Steph, come on, we’re leaving. She bounced up and turned back with a grin, and left me to slip into the bathroom.
A couple of days later Stephanie slid up and parked her bike behind me while I was weeding and doing some other yard work for my mom. She plopped down on her knees eyeing my shirtless torso and started small talk. I noticed her shrug the sleeveless tank top she was wearing a few times and glanced down at her chest. I could see the tan line from her swimming suit and two pointed little nipples on her still boyish chest that had started appearing more prominently. She had to know what she was doing and where I was looking.
The girl was thoughtful for a few seconds then leaned toward me. “Do you think my titties are growing yet?” she questioned as she pulled up the front of her tank top. I had a surge of panic at the prospect of my mother or a passer-by watching as a ten year old girl flashed her nearly flat chest at a nineteen year old man. In fact I had noticed little points appearing on her chest under her tops and shirts and was showing themselves now and with a tiny bit of swelling around them.
“Umm, Steph, you probably shouldn’t be doing that out here. Someone might see,” I cautioned, looking around.
“Nobody’s around,” she answered, boldly keeping her chest bared. “So what do you think?” Her look was a plea for me to recognize her budding femininity. “Here, feel ‘em if you want,” she said and took my hand pulling it to her chest.
“My hands are dirty,” I uttered as I glanced around. “It’s OK,” she answered and I felt my fingers touch the little point on her chest. I was thinking to myself I must be crazy outside in the open, feeling the chest of a ten year old girl. But I sensed a need in Stephanie show off and for my approval so I let my fingers slide over the tiny bumps as she let the top drop over my hand.
There was really very little swelling to suggest early development and I think Steph was really aware of that. But I couldn’t make myself say that. “Umm hmm, I think they might be growing, they feel really nice,” I added. Then I quickly pulled my hand out from under her shirt. As a grin of satisfaction spread over my young friend’s face I added, “Maybe we’ll have to check some more another time.”
“OK,” she said, then began a dialog on the breast development of girls in her school, who had started, who hadn’t, whose were the biggest, so far, and who had let boys see or touch them. I had bent to my task of weeding once again, hopefully hiding the tent in my shorts.
The teasing continued for a couple of weeks. The once innocent tickling and touching became suggestively sexual. We both continued to disguise the activity as innocent play, getting bolder only when out of sight of others. Stephanie knew what she was doing and the effect is was having on me. Maybe I could have stopped it but I didn’t want to. It didn’t help that Steven was getting in on the act. Since our mountain retreat he had taken every opportunity to display a stiff weenie and invite me to join him in jacking off. He also seemed aware of his sister’s attention and encouraged it. He had pulled me aside once and announced quietly that his sister had caught him and Mark jacking off and extracted a demonstration before undressing and joining them.
As I got home on a Friday night, after my shift at the grocery store, I was greeted at the door by my two young friends. Their parents were there waiting having joined mine to go to another neighbor’s to play cards. My mom had asked me before I left if I had plans for tonight. I didn’t and it had been decided that the kids could stay here and play board games or watch TV with me.
A dinner plate was waiting and after the parental entourage left the two hovered while I ate. I was encouraged to join my young friends in the basement family room but delayed while I retreated to my room to change out of my super market clothes. Both kids sat expectantly on the downstairs couch when I appeared.
It was late July and still warm. Steven had on his usual cotton gym shorts with tube sox and a tee shirt. Stephanie was wearing a loose printed skirt and a knit top that left her middle bare and allowed her new little bumps to show. Her long legs terminated in a pair of thin white ankle sox. I was wearing a pair of plaid Bermuda shorts and a tee shirt. Stephanie quickly tugged me by the arm to the couch and snuggled up beside me. Steven joined on the other side with his bare leg against mine.
In answer to the typical “what do you want to do?” questions we opted to watch the new western adventure show that was just coming on. Stephanie pressed close and I let my arm go around her waist in a pose we had assumed often before. But this time she pulled my hand over until it rested on her bare tummy. I let my fingers move around in small circles for a few seconds.
“Are you going to check to see if they’ve grown,” Stephanie whispered, leaning her face up to me. Her look showed a mix of feelings that might be hurt if I didn’t.
“Maybe I better,” I answered and slowly slid my fingers over her top. Her brother was engrossed in the TV and was use to his sister’s teasing me, so I was confident he wouldn’t care. I rubbed each little protrusion with my fingers until Stephanie gave me sly look and pulled out the front of her top inviting my fingers to slip under. There was still only barely discernable swelling around them, but the girl’s nipples were definitely puffed up and more pointed. I circled around one with my finger.
“Well?” the girl inquired.
“Yes, I think so,” I answered.
“What?” Steven asked leaning over to look at us.
“We were checking to see if my titties are growing yet.”
“You don’t have tits yet,” Steven observed.
“They’ve started growing,” she responded, mockingly.
“Let me see,” her brother craned his neck. I dropped my hand as Stephanie pulled her top up.
“See how pointed they’re getting?” she taunted. Steven nodded as looked closer. “And you know they are, you see ‘em almost every night. Then the boy leaned back and grinned at me.
Our attention was redirected to the TV and Steph leaned back pushing her legs out over the arm and letting her skirt ride up baring her thighs. I let my hand rest on her middle again. “My bruise has almost gone away,” she announced raising her leg and pulling it back toward us letting her skirt inch up more. I touched the spot and agreed with her observation.
As she slowly dropped her leg down I left my hand in place and it rubbed up the front of her thigh. Her skirt was now hiked up to her crotch but just covering her mound. I left my hand resting on her bare flesh as the three of us gazed at the TV set. But I think we all sensed our real interest was elsewhere.
From my peripheral vision I observed Steven sneak his hand into his shorts a couple of times to touch the telltale little bulge. I chanced moving my fingers teasingly in tiny circular motions toward the inside of Stephanie’s soft thigh. Instead of giggling and pushing my hand away, as I expected, she pushed back against me and let her legs open a little and pulled the hem of her skirt up and over my hand. It was an obvious invitation to explore some more.
My fingers were already close to her panty covered mound and let them casually move up over the leg band and rest again right over where I knew her crack to be. Stephanie’s eyes were still glued to the television but I sensed her attention was elsewhere and felt her roll her hips again. I softly rubbed my fingers up and down over the puffy lips that I felt under the cotton.
As a prelude to slipping my fingers under the elastic I tickled the bare skin of the slim girl’s tummy just above her panty line. As expected she giggled and wiggled and then laid back again her legs splayed out and her skirt hiked up even higher.
Steven had turned toward the sound and glanced up at me grinning, his hand now thrust boldly into his pants. “Hey Steph, we can see your panties,” he said mockingly.
“So,” she answered indignantly, rolling over and bouncing up on her knees. “I don’t care,” she added pulling the hem of her skirt up granting a full view of her panty-covered crotch. She held it there for a few seconds until a sly look came over her face. “Besides,” she went on, “We can’t see your underwear,” she paused a second then turned and launched her body over mine attacking her brother, “Because you’re not wearing any.”
She grabbed at Steven’s shorts and tugged on the front. Taken by surprise he couldn’t prevent his little stick being exposed. He might not have prevented it anyway. Steph held the front of his shorts and grabbed for the stiff peg. They wrestled around a little with Steph lying across my lap. Her skirt had ridden up again showing the bottom part of her panty covered round cheeks.
Steven had not been expending much effort holding off his sister’s attack on his boyhood, and she had grabbed it a couple of times. He glanced over at her position on my lap and said, “She’s being naughty. You need to spank her.”
Taking the cue to a weak chorus of “Oh, no’s” and feigned resistance, I flipped the hem of Steph’s skirt over her back and swatted her clenched butt cheeks. “Pull her panties down and do it on her bare butt,” her brother instructed, taking the initiative now and holding his sister down by her shoulders.
Steph wiggled and feigned resistance as she felt my fingers slip under the elastic. But when her pale cheeks were exposed she lifted slightly giving me the option of slipping the small garment down further and I did, pushing them to the middle of her thighs. I gave a couple of healthy smacks and then a few gentler ones letting my hand rest a few seconds on a bare little girl butt. My dick was swelling and Steph had to feel it against her middle.
“Let me do it,” Steven announced and bounced up on his knees to swat at his sister’s backside. When he did, he let down his defense and Steph tugged at his shorts again pulling them down more. After her brother delivered a stinging smack, the girl pulled free and took refuge on the end of the couch pulling up her panties. Steven settled back as well, but seemed almost reluctant when he pulled up his own pants.
When they assumed their former positions on the couch, Stephanie leaned against me letting her hand rest on my bare thigh. We all pretended giving the TV our attention, but after few seconds I felt Steph’s fingers gently brushing my leg. “You’ve got hairy legs,” she observed. In fact I was less hairy than most my age but she was commenting on the fine blonde down that had appeared on my thighs.
“He’s got hair somewhere else, too,” Stephan commented. They gave each other a knowing glance then turned to me. “I think you should show us,” Stephan said, as if prompted by his sister. When I didn’t move or comment my young friends giggled and launched a combined attack on the fly of my shorts. They managed to get my snap undone and my zipper down a ways before I held them up to a stalemate and a brief truce.
“Come on now it’s your turn, she wants to see your weenie,” Steven announced grinning.
“It’s only fair,” Stephanie piped up, “You’ve seen us.”
“I only saw your butt,” I corrected.
“But you’ve seen me before,” she argued. Then in a flash of inspiration she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up and pushed her panties to her knees. Then she thrust her hips forward clearly displaying the puffy lips and thin crack of her pre-teen pussy. I was impressed. “There, you can see it better. Now you have to show us. Besides, you’re horny. I could feel it.”
I couldn’t argue that point. So after extracting a pledge of secrecy and detailing the trouble we would all be in if our play was discovered, which I knew I didn’t need from Steven, I tugged my shorts and jockeys down to my knees. My slim five and a half inches jumped straight up for inspection. Steph gazed in wonder and Steven grinned at me. I felt sure I was a victim of a conspiracy, but I wasn’t going to complain.
Steph scooted closer on her knees and studied my phallus still holding her skirt up and giving me a better look at her hairless pussy. “It’s bigger that Steven’s and Mark’s,” she observed, confirming that she had messed around with both, “and lots of hair,” she added, leaning over slightly.
“I’m older,” I said, “That’s what happens.” She nodded. “Mark’s starting to get some but Steven isn’t yet.” It appeared that some research had been done since the little outing with the boys in the mountains. Steven was watching quietly but his shorts were pushed down in the front again and he was tugging on a stiff weenie.
I saw Stephanie’s hand move toward me and then hesitate. “You can feel it if you want,” I said. Her hand went quickly to my crotch and her fingers slipped under my upturned unit and went through my pubes before curling around my shaft. She tugged on it clumsily for a few seconds.
“Do it like I showed you,” Steven volunteered. “Here, let me show you,” and his hand left his own penis and gripped mine below his sister’s fingers. “Move up and down like this,” the boy gave an ample demonstration of masturbation. Then with hands joined the siblings teamed to slowly jerk me off.
Steph was still on her knees and while she was engrossed in examining me I moved my hand over to back of her calf and slid it up over her panties that were loosely bunched at her knees. She glanced at me as she felt my hand work up over her bare butt cheek and grinned slyly as I worked my fingers around the inside of her thigh. When she felt the side of my finger against one of her puffy nether lips she rolled her butt back and parted her legs.
I responded to the invitation rubbing over the lips, up to the mound and then back down over the crack. Repeating the motion several more times I took the rare opportunity to explore the hairless sex of a ten year old girl. I fully understood the implications even though society had not yet become as paranoid about childhood sex, even with adults. The free love era was dawning and boys like me were trying to break out of the dark ages of sexual awareness, rampant with fears and inhibitions.
I felt moisture in Stephanie’s crack then pushed my finger upward and felt a little lump of skin. The girl gasped and wiggled when I continued to touch it. “What are you doing?” she asked breathily.
“Just playing around like you are,” I answered.
She eyed me smiling, “That tickles,” she observed and then continued her efforts at exploring my manhood with coaching and participation from her brother.
When I resumed rubbing the little bump, alternating by rubbing into the now moistening crack, Steph leaned forward on her elbows presenting more of her back side to my attention. The girl’s head was now close to my groin and her brother suggested, “Why don’t you suck it for him?”
“Oooo, no, she protested, eyeing my size. “Then do it to me,” he went on arching his pelvis up toward his sister and offering a pulsing penis.
“No,” she said, “That’s gross.” Then as an aside she said, “Maybe sometime but not now.” Steven glanced at me and winked then went back to assisting his sister jack my dick.
My exploration had discovered her small opening. I gathered some of her moisture and poised my middle finger, then slowly slipped it in to the first knuckle. Steph groaned quietly and looked back over her shoulder. I pulled it out slid up and down the crack a few more times, touched the little bump again, then I slipped my finger back in a little farther this time.
Steph stopped her movement on my dick and bent over a little pressing her backside toward my finger. I pushed in to the first knuckle and began the classic movement in and out of the tight little tunnel, being careful with respect to the girl’s youth. Steven had noticed the activity.
“Is he doing what me and Mark did?” he asked. Stephanie nodded and bent lower. Reaching over with my other hand I lifted her skirt up over her back baring her cheeks again and exposing the action of my hand. As I increased the speed of my probes I felt Steven’s hand close on my dick again and begin stroking faster.
Just when I felt the surge coming on Steph rolled her hips into my plunging finger and gasped slightly. I thought I detected a little shiver in her as well. Sitting up quickly, the girl flipped her skirt down, tugged at her panties and jumped up. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said and hurried into small bath.
Steven and I looked at each other. “I think your sister just had a come,” I said.
“Really?” he queried. “Do girls come like we do?” he wondered.
“They don’t squirt anything,” I answered, “But I guess it feels the same.”
He pondered for a minute. “She said sometimes when she plays with it she get a tickling feeling but I never knew she could come.” While his sister was out of the room Steven had resumed his assault on my unit and I had reached over and returned the favor to him. Unsure of how his sister would view the male activity, at least from me, I released him when Stephanie came back in the room. Steven, however, kept up his effort with me.
“Do want to see him come?” he asked the girl, who was still looking a little flushed. She gave him a questioning look. “You know, like when the sperm comes out, like Mark showed you?”
A look of awareness crossed her face and she nodded in the affirmative and sat next to me curling one leg under her and watching her brother pump on my unit. It didn’t take long and I warned the boy who simply aimed my dick toward my stomach as I pulled up my shirt and let fly with several ropes of thick creamy come. Stephanie remarked how much more there had been than what Mark had showed her and then watched as her brother ignored the stickiness on his hand and pumped his own little unit to conclusion, albeit a dry one.
When I had wiped the residue from my middle and we had covered ourselves in anticipation of our parents returning we settled once again on the couch. The western was over and some other adventure show had come on and we assumed our original position on the couch. This time Steph was snuggled up against me letting her hand rest on my bare leg. Her knees had come up baring her upper legs again.
With my arm around her I let my hand drop to the inside of her leg again rubbing gently. “Did that feel really good tonight?” I asked quietly. She looked up and smiled and nodded.
“Maybe we can do that again,” she suggested.
“I hope so,” I answered.
Then instinctively I bent down and touched my lips to the end of her nose. She chuckled slightly then looked apprehensive as I bent again and touched my lips to hers. The flush of her face and brightness of her eyes told me she had just had her first kiss.
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