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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just another old story from 20+ years ago. Events and
descriptions are minimal and are executed quickly as I was just banging
out story after story back then. I hope it appeals to someone out there.

WARNING: The following fictional tale deals
with underage sexual contact and incest between young girls under the
age of 9 and an adult male. If this scenario isn't your cup of tea then
please skip this one. Otherwise venture on.

DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to actual persons, places, things, houses
or bedrooms is strictly coincidental. Although based on real people and
real locations, this story is suspect as my memory has faded since those
fictitious events took place. Do not attempt in this day and age as
hysteria over adult/child sexual contact is rampant and the idea that a
young girl would want sexual contact is aghast and outrageous. Please
keep your hands and arms inside at all times, unless they're playing
with something. Thank you.


"My Sister, Her Friend, and Me"

a story by kids_at_play

(Mg, mast, oral, Mg, inc, mast)


Growing up with a sister who was 11 years younger than I was didn't
really pose a problem as far as sibling dynamics went and in fact was
probably the reason why I had the experiences with her that I did. Had
we been born closer together the stigma of incest might have prevented
me from enjoying the pleasures of my little sister but since we were so
far apart in ages I guess I looked at it as more of a non-familial
relationship. Don't get me wrong, I loved her like a sister. Only that
sibling love took on a new meaning when I hit puberty just as she was
starting to walk. I know what you're thinking. No, I didn't do anything
to her when she was a baby, or even a toddler. My hormones were raging
and it was a confusing time for me as I was struggling with my sexual
identity. No, not "that" identity, you know, whether I was gay or
straight. I knew I liked girls. Just...not girls my own age. I can't
explain the feelings that I felt nor try to explain to you how I came to
realize that I was attracted to younger girls but once I did realize
where my true lusts lie who better to act on them with than my sister.
She was available and once I made contact with her things were never the
same again.

Although now thinking back upon things it was really quite easy to start
on a sexual relationship with my sister from an early age. Although
she's never admitted it to me in all these years, I have a feeling that
sometime in the years prior to when I started touching and playing with
her someone else had gotten to her first. Our father? No, I'm pretty
sure it wasn't him. More likely one of our uncles or maybe even a
neighbor from the block. Regardless, I just want to let it be known here
that my sister has not been grossly warped nor emotionally scarred by
her experiences. At present she is happily married with a son. Heh heh,
lucky for her she has a son. My preference is for girls. But I digress.

Our experiences together started when she was 6 and I was in high school
through my college years and up until she turned 14. By the age of 8, my
sister was almost a regular at any and all forms of sexual contact.
Except for actual penetration, which didn't occur between the two of us
until she was 13, my sister did it all. And she even had some
experiences with her little girlfriends. Some of whom I was lucky enough
to meet. I got to meet a lot of my sister's friends in that fashion.
Some when they were with her; some alone. Let me tell you about one of
those times...

It was early fall of my second year of college. I chose to commute
instead of living on campus since the college was only about 45 minutes
away from our home. I was 19 and trying to struggle my way through the
academics of higher learning. It was Tuesday and late afternoon when I
arrived home from my only class that day. Psychology 101. T-TH 11:00 -
2:00. Professor Schwarzmann. Not really a class in my field of study but
the class sounded interesting and perhaps I'd learn something about why
I was the way I was. It was early in the semester so I hadn't found any
answers yet.
It was just about quarter to 3 when I walked in the front door. My
mother and father both worked until 6 PM and my sister didn't get home
from school until quarter after three. I could be alone for a half an
hour and do what I wanted.

And what I wanted to do now was go up to my room and listen to some
music while I worked on my homework. All right, I was sort of a nerd.
Maybe that's why I preferred younger girls. They were the only ones to
have anything to do with me. Although I was a nerd, there was a quality
about me that was able to reach out and touch a young girl. No, not
_that_ way but rather empathically. It was uncannily easy to get most
girls to do things with me. I was sort of a non-threatening presence.
And it helped if the girl had had some experience messing around. Heh
heh.

I headed up the steps and went into the bathroom at the top of the
stairs. I pulled down the zipper of my jeans and pulled my cock out of
my boxer shorts. Boxer shorts had just come into popular use at the time
and they were all the rage. Not as confining as the cotton underwear and
if you were to get a hard-on it wouldn't be trapped inside the tight
confines of your briefs. I pissed, shook it off, and stuck my cock back
inside my boxers. I flushed and washed and dried my hands and walked out
into the hall. I left my jeans open as I was just going to go up to my
room and take them off anyway.

I headed for my stairway. My room was on the third floor of our home. I
had peace and privacy. To get to my stairway, I had to pass through my
sister's room and go past my parents' bedroom. As I walked through her
bedroom I looked ahead of me. There, in my parents' bedroom, stood a
girl...and it wasn't my sister. She was about my sister's age, 8, and
she was dressed very nicely. I'd say even sexy.
She was about 4 feet tall, moderately plump,     leftover baby fat
perhaps, with red hair
parted in the middle and pulled back into two separate ponytails, each
of which were French-braided. She wore two identical red bow-tied
ribbons at the top of each pigtail. The bows had white dots on them.

She was standing sideways, looking at herself in my parents' wall
mirror. She was wearing a very pretty black dress, quite short, with
black lace short sleeves and black lace around the hem of her dress. It
looked more like a slip than a dress. What really set the garment off,
however, was that she was wearing a pair of opaque white pantyhose which
made her legs look fabulous. What a truly stunning combination -- black
and white with red hair. She really pulled off her look.

On her feet she wore these black suede shoes, open in the back, with a
covering over her toes and part of her instep and a strap going across
the upper part of her foot. She was holding up her dress, pulling it up
at her sides. As I came closer to her I noticed that one leg of her
pantyhose was wrinkled. It was bunched up down at her ankle and again up
at her knee. It looked quite sexy to me.

She had not noticed me at all and I was standing right at the doorway of
my parents' bedroom looking in at this sexy, nubile young girl.
Forgetting at the moment that my jeans zipper was still open, I watched
her pull up her dress some more, revealing some of her white pantyhosed
legs below the rising hem. She had nice, to me, plump legs and thighs.
Not the real skinny type that some girls have.

I was getting quite a nice show when she suddenly spied me standing
there watching her. She was startled, her hands letting go of her black
dress and it fell back into place although still well above her knees.

"Oh!" she gasped, looking at me with big brown eyes

"Oops! Sorry," I said, my eyes taking in her rounded body, even so for
an 8-year-old girl.

"Uh, hi," she said, composing herself. "Uh, you're Donna's brother,
aren't you?" she asked.

"I hope so," I answered, "or else someone is impersonating me."

The redheaded girl laughed and smiled warmly at me. My innocent charm
was working already.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked her.

"Well, I had to go to the bathroom and your sister said that I could use
yours so I came inside using her key and went to the bathroom."
"Where's my sister now, though?" I asked her.

"She's down at the Johnson's. That's where I came from. We got out of
school early today so me and Donna went to their place."

The Johnsons were a well-known fixture of the neighborhood. When I was
growing up Mrs. Johnson was a total knockout. It was rumored that she
slept with some of the neighborhood men and a few of the young boys. Mr.
Johnson was rumored to have liked his girls young as well. But that was
years and years ago and since then Mrs. Johnson passed away and now Mr.
Johnson was in his sixties and lived alone in their house. I could only
imagine what this redheaded girl and my sister were doing there at his
house after school. I shifted my mind back to the current scene.

"Well, anyway," the girl continued, "after I went to the bathroom I
wanted to make sure that I got my stockings on straight and I came over
here looking for a mirror and saw this big one on the wall. I was just
checking them when you surprised me."

"Well, I think you've got one leg off course," I said, pointing to the
wrinkled white pantyhose on her one leg.

She looked down and said, "Darn it! I can never get them right. My mom
gave me a pair of her pantyhose and they're kind of big on me."

"Here, want me to get it for you?" I offered, smiling. "That way, you
wouldn't be bending over when you fix them and they wouldn't get
wrinkled when you stand up straight again."

"Oh, okay," she said happily, and I walked into the bedroom to where she
was standing in front of the mirror.

I kneeled down on one knee and looked at her pantyhosed legs.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"My name's Becky," she said. "Rebecca,
actually, but I prefer Becky."

"Becky. That's a pretty name," I told her. "Are you in my sister's
class?"

"Yeah, some of them. We're in the same grade."

"Okay, here we go," I said, reaching down and putting my hands around
her ankle.

I felt the white pantyhose material there and I grasped it, pulling it
up her ankle, unwrinkling it. I smoothed the nylon material out, pulling
it up her leg and smoothing it out with my hands. I came to her knee,
where her pantyhose was wrinkled again, and I straightened that out,
too. I kept pulling up her one leg's hosiery, smoothing it out as I
went, until my hands touched the hem of her black dress. I was just
about to keep on going, pulling up her pantyhose and going underneath
her dress, when she stopped me, putting her hands on mine and saying,

"Oh no, that's far enough. I can get it from here."

"What? You don't trust me? Your friend's brother? I can get that for you
the rest of the way."

"That's all right, I've got it," Becky said, her hands bunching the
white nylons up beneath her black dress hem.

I tried to sneak a peek as she pulled up her pantyhose on that one leg.
Her dress lifted up as she tried to straighten them out on her upper
thighs. I was getting a pretty good look too before she dropped her
dress and covered herself again.

"They're just going to fall down again," I told her. "Besides, I saw a
lot more when you were lifting your dress up while looking in the mirror
at yourself. You know, that's a very pretty dress. Did you wear that for
school?"

"Yes," Becky said, looking into the mirror again to see if she looked
all right.

"They'll be fine for now," I told her, running my eyes up and down her
white pantyhosed legs.

"Okay, well, thanks for letting me use the bathroom. I gotta go now."

I didn't want this little girl to leave just yet. I had her alone and
she was dressed so sexy. I had to make her stay, at least a while
longer.

"Where are you going now?" I asked her.

"I told you. I have to go down to Mr. Johnson's house. Your sister is
waiting for me there right
now."

"And what are you going to do down there?" I asked her.

"Mr. Johnson pays us to do some things for him," Becky said, still
eyeing herself in the mirror and fixing the bottom of her short black
dress.

"What kind of things?" I asked the red-haired girl.

"Things around the house and stuff," she said, smoothing her dress out
around her thighs.

"And you go there to do these things dressed like that?" I questioned
her.

I had a sneaking suspicion of what it was that old Mr. Johnson was
paying Becky and perhaps my sister to do but I wanted to hear this
moppet say it.

"Well, Mr. Johnson likes it when we dress up pretty. He says that it's
good for his eyes."

Yeah, I'll bet it is, I said sarcastically to myself. I wondered what my
sister had worn for school today, picturing her in something frilly and
sexy down the street doing who knows what. These thoughts began to go to
my head and then to my crotch. I felt my cock beginning to get hard.

"What does he make you do?" I asked Becky, speaking in a hushed voice
that told her that I knew what was going on.

I felt my cock lurch and move between my legs and did not realize that
my cock was in danger of being exposed because my jeans were still
unzipped and my boxer shorts were open.

I saw Becky glance at my crotch and say, "He has us do things with
that!"

She nodded towards my crotch. I looked down and saw that the head of my
cock was sticking out through the front opening of my boxer shorts while
standing before Becky. I looked back up at Becky and she just looked at
me and smiled.

"I figured that much," I said, leering at her now.
"Is his big?" I asked her.

"Not really," Becky said. "It's really short and sometimes doesn't stay
hard."

My cock jumped again and it poked out of my pants even more, lengthening
as it grew erect.
Becky looked down at it again and watched as it prodded itself out of my
jeans and boxer shorts. Soon, it was fully erect and jutting out into
the open air. Seven inches pointing right at this little 8-year-old girl
with red hair.

"That's really big!" Becky said, wide-eyed. "And it's so hard! Much
harder than Mr. Johnson's!"

"Show me what you do to his thing, Becky," I urged her.

She was hesitant at first, but then she said, "Sit on the bed here."

I sat down on the side of my parents' bed, my cock sticking up out of my
open pants. Becky came in between my legs and stood right in front of my
crotch.

"Well, sometimes he makes us shake hands with it, like this," she said.

Becky reached out her hand and put it around my cock. She closed her
warm hand over it and pumped it up and down in my lap, "shaking" it.

"Then, he has us play arm wrestling with it, like this."

Becky moved her hand around on my cock and began to move it back and
forth on the stalk, stroking it. God it felt good! As she stroked my
cock she kept squeezing it, as if she were enjoying touching it.

"Oh, this is so nice and hard!" Becky said, as if in answer to my
thoughts. "It's much more fun to play with your thing than it is with
Mr. Johnson's."

"Does he ever touch you?" I asked the red-haired nymphette who continued
to pump and stroke my cock for me.

"Not usually," she said. "He just has us play with his thing until his
"snack" comes out of it."

That caught my attention and so I asked, "What happens then?"

"He makes us eat his snack. He says that it's good for little girls!"

That sent my mind whirling. First he has these little girl nymphettes
play with his cock. Then he has them suck on it when he comes and then
makes them eat his come. What a fucking pervert! I LOVE IT!

"Would you mind if I touched you, Becky?" I asked my sister's friend.

"Gosh, no, not at all," she said gladly and emphasized her answer by
squeezing my cock very hard in her hand.

"Come closer to me then," I told her, and Becky stepped in closer to my
body.

She let go of my cock for the time being. I was looking right into her
black dress in the front right at her stomach. I ran my hands up and
down the sides of her white pantyhosed legs feeling the soft, smooth
pantyhose material on her legs. I swept my hands across the backs of her
legs rubbing them there. God it felt so sexy!
I ran my hands up underneath her black dress in the back and cupped both
of her ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing and fondling them through the
white pantyhose and panties underneath. I felt where the bottom of her
ass cheeks separated and her genitals started from the back. I massaged
my fingers in between her legs there, moving the pantyhose over her
skin. I brought my hands around the front of her and lifted the hem of
her short black dress up to her waist, displaying her pantyhosed crotch
to my view. It was so cute! The white pantyhose crotch had criss-crossed
double lines, thick stitching seams, running through it.
I could see the outline of a pair of panties underneath the pantyhose.

Without my asking, Becky held her dress up around her waist, looking
down at her crotch, waiting and watching to see what I would do next.
She watched while I stuck my hand in between her legs and rubbed her
vagina through the hosiery. I could feel the hard bone of her pubis as I
massaged her youthful mound.
Becky began to groan a little, saying, "Oh, no one's ever touched me
there before."

I continued to fondle her through her stockings. My cock bounced wildly
in my lap. Becky closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body swaying as
I manipulated her sex organs through her pantyhose and panties.

"How does that feel, Becky?" I asked the little girl.

"Wow! It feels neat!" she said.

"Keep holding your dress up," I told her, and I grasped her around her
waist, slipping some fingers inside the elastic waistband of her
pantyhose.

I tugged the hosiery down over her hips and waist, easing the stockings
down her body. A pair of plain white little girl's panties came into
view. I pulled Becky's pantyhose down to below her crotch, leaving them
around her mid-thighs. I reached behind her and massaged her ass cheeks
through her soft cotton panties. I noticed her small, puffy mound
contained underneath the fabric of her panties in the front. It was
molded sharply by the crotch of them. I could see the outlines of
her slit pressing against the cotton pouch there.
"Don't you want me to play with your thing none?" she asked me, almost
politely.

"Later," I said breathessly. "Right now I want to get a look at what
you've got underneath those panties of yours!"

"Oh!" Becky gasped as I suddenly pulled down her panties in one swift
motion.

There, bared before me, was this little 8-year-old redhaired girl's
hairless vagina. I almost shot my load right then. It was sweet-looking
and tempting. Two pink puffy delicate labia lips separated by a fine
thin line down the center of them. The curved hillock was jutting out
from between her legs. When I finally touched her sex Becky inhaled
sharply.

"Jeepers!" she exclaimed, and I rubbed her softly there.

She exhaled just as fast when I started fondling and caressing her
genitals. My fingers slipped in between those puffy lips and I stroked
her slit up and down. Her oval-shaped vagina moved about as I
manipulated it. She quivered under my sexual touch and her thighs
clamped shut on my hand. Becky groaned and I knew that she was coming.

When she settled down I drew my hand from in between her legs and she
sagged against me. I hugged her, resting my face against her stomach. I
could smell her young sex odors rising from her vagina.

Becky straightened back up and I pulled up her panties and pantyhose,
fixing them back in place on her body. She stood before me now fully
dressed again. My cock quivered and bobbled in my lap, still erect and
pointing upwards.

Becky looked down at my hard cock and said, "What do you want me to do
for you now?"

"Come up on the bed," I told her, and she climbed onto the bed next to
me on her knees.

She sat back on her feet, her white pantyhosed knees sticking out from
below her dress towards me. I swung my legs up onto the bed, stretching
them out. My cock stuck straight up in the air. Becky was looking at it
intently and I told her to just stroke it for now. She reached out and
closed her hand around it. She started moving her fist up and down the
staff, moving the loose skin back and forth on it. Her hand moved
rhymically up and down my cock.
She was kneeling next to me, sitting on her feet underneath her, facing
me.

"Turn your back around towards me," I told her, and she scooted around,
her back to me on my side, leaning forwards to stroke my cock. Her
behind stuck out at me now, as did her feet.
While Becky masturbated me, I ran my hand over her ankles, feeling her
white pantyhose.
My hands felt her black suede strapped shoes and I fumbled for the
opening on one of them. I found the delicate metal clasp and I
unstrapped it, loosening her shoe. I wiggled the shoe off of her foot,
exposing the white pantyhosed bottom of her foot. I could see her cute
little dainty toes scrunched up inside the hosiery as she kneeled there.
I opened her other shoe and slipped that one off as well. Both of her
white pantyhosed feet were exposed to me.

I cupped and caressed her feet all over, adding to my enjoyment of being
masturbated by this red-haired little nymphette. I was groaning now and
I could feel myself getting close to coming.

"Becky!" I moaned. "Kiss it! Kiss it for me!" I cried.

I felt Becky lean over into my upthrust crotch and soon felt her mouth
close over my cockhead, taking me inside it. I felt her lick around my
cock with her tongue. I felt her move her mouth up and down on my stalk,
sucking it. I could see her red-haired head bobbing up and down in my
lap. I held onto her feet and felt my
balls contract and knew I was going to blow.

"I'm gonna come, Becky! I'm gonna shoot my load! Here it comes! Ahhhh!"
I warned her and she took her mouth off of my spurting cock just in time
to watch it erupt like a geyser.

Becky jacked my cock while I was coming and she did so until I was done
shooting out my semen. She even bent forwards again and licked off my
cock, swallowing some of my come. Shit! That was hot!

My cock wilted, and Becky gave it a kiss. She ran over to the bathroom
and washed her hands and face and then came back over and said that she
had to get going. She scampered down the steps and I heard the front
door slam
as she headed down the block to Mr. Johnson's house.

I headed up my staircase to my room on the third floor to change and
clean up. I wondered again what my sister was doing right now with Mr.
Johnson. The thought made me horny all over again.

Once in my room, I stripped off my shirt and pants and kicked off my
shoes. Dressed only in my boxer shorts and socks I headed back
downstairs to the bathroom to wash up.

Our bathroom is quite spacious as bathrooms go and contains the usual
toilet, sink, shower and tub. The shower was a separate facility and
stood apart from the tub. The room itself was maybe 10 X 20 feet and
afforded a lot of room to move around in.

I grabbed a washcloth and dampened it and washed my face and hands and
then checked my crotch for any signs of semen. Most of my come had
landed on my jeans after Becky had made me shoot and since I do my own
laundry there was no problem. I rinsed out the washcloth and hung it
back up. I felt the need to take a crap and so I moved over to the
toilet, pulled down my boxer shorts and sat down on the throne. There I
sat in just my boxers pulled down around my ankles and my socks
contemplating the day's events so far.

I was sitting on the john reminiscing when I heard the front door
downstairs open and then slam shut. I heard the downstarirs door open
and then footsteps running up the stairs. Then I heard someone walking
towards the bathroom. I had left the door wide open as I thought I was
going to be alone at least for a little while longer. I didn't say
anything and so my sister comes walking into the bathroom as I'm sitting
there naked on the john.

My sister looked at me sitting there and yelled, "Why didn't you say you
were in here?"

"Because I didn't want to," I said defiantly. "I knew who it was."

I looked at my sister and what she was wearing. She had her long brown
hair in two ponytails hanging down on either side of her head. She was
wearing a short two-tiered blue cloth dress with pleats in the skirt.
The top part of the dress was white with some pink in it and had long
sleeves. On her legs she wore sheer white tights, the cotton kind, with
white ankle socks over top of them on her feet. She wore these white
dress shoes with a T-strap which were cut out on the top of the shoe to
let you see some of her white-stockinged feet. My 8-year-old sister
looked very sexy indeed to me!

I thought back to what Becky had been saying about how Mr. Johnson liked
the young girls to dress pretty and I wondered again what my sister had
been doing down at his house dressed as she had been.

"You look very pretty today, sis," I said to her. "Where were you?"

"Didn't Becky tell you where I was?" my sister asked.

"Yeah, she said where. What did you do there?"
"I had to fold some clothes for Mr. Johnson. And then he had me put them
away for him in his bedroom," my sister told me.

"Is that all?" I asked her, raising my voice higher than usual at the
end.

My sister looked down at the bathroom floor and didn't answer me.

"C'mon, Donna, Becky told me all about it. I just want to know what goes
on."

"You -- you won't get mad at me?" my sister asked me, looking at me
almost forlornly.

"Mad? For what?" I said, looking at my cute little sister standing there
in the bathroom in her pretty little pleated dress and sexy white tights
with white ankle socks over them on her feet.

"Look at me, sis," I said, and my sister looked up and stared at me
sitting there in front of her naked on the john.

My boxer shorts were on the floor at my feet. My limp cock lay in
between my legs while I sat there with my knees spread apart.

I saw my sister look at my naked penis and I said, "Here you are with me
-- in the bathroom -- I'm naked here -- and you've got on that sexy
outfit -- you can tell me what you've been doing with Mr. Johnson. I'd
really like to hear it. Please, Donna."

My sister smiled a mischievous smile and started towards me but then
hesitated.

"It's okay, sis. You can come closer to tell me. I haven't taken a dump
yet."

My sister edged in closer to me and was soon standing right in front of
me in between my spread legs. I looked at my sister's white hosed legs
and touched my hand to the side of her leg and softly rubbed the cotton
material of her tights.

"Nice stockings, Donna. Go ahead, tell me everything."

While my sister began telling her story I continued to rub my fingers up
and down the side of leg.

"Well, Becky said that she had to go to the bathroom before we went to
Mr. Johnson's place after school let out early. I told her to use ours
and to hurry up and meet me down there when she was finished."

My sister was now leaning against me letting me feel her tights-covered
leg up some more.
It felt nice and smooth. Soft and textured.

"Go on," I said, urging her.

"Anyway, I went on ahead of her and went up to Mr. Johnson's front door
and rang the doorbell.
Mr. Johnson opened it and told me to come inside."

"You look absolutely beautiful today in that dress, Donna!" he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," I said, and he had me follow him out into the
dining room.

"On the table was this huge pile of clothes. He sat down and said, "I'll
pay you $10 if you fold my laundry and then put it away for me." Of
course I agreed to do it so I folded all his clothes for him as he
watched me. When I was done he helped me carry it upstairs to his
bedroom. We went into his bedroom and we laid the folded laundry on the
bed. He sat down in a rocking chair in a corner of the room and said,
"Now you can put it away!" I started putting his clothes in his drawers
and whatnot,
him telling me where stuff went and all that."

"When I was done with that, Mr. Johnson said, "I'd like to take a nap
now. But my legs and arms are so sore from this darned arthritis. Do you
think you could take off my shirt and pants for me so that I may lay
down on the bed?" "I guess so," I said, and he got up from the rocking
chair and went over to his bed, where he sat down on the edge of it. I
came over in front of him and he directed me to take off his shirt. I
unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off of him, helping his arms out of
the sleeves because he said that they were sore. He wore an old white
t-shirt underneath."

"Then he lay down on the bed and told me to take off his shoes, which I
did. Then he told me to take off his pants. He lay there quietly while I
put my hands to his waist, right below his stomach. He wasn't wearing a
belt so I just had to undo the metal clasp of his pants. I opened them
and then had to pull his pants zipper down. When I did, I saw this lump
underneath his shorts inside. He told me to pull his pants off so I
did."

"Now Mr. Johnson just lay on his bed in his old white t-shirt and white
undershorts which were torn in some places. I stood beside him by the
bed."

"Mr. Johnson was silent for a moment. Then he said, "How would you like
to make another $10, Donna?"

"What do I have to do now, Mr. Johnson?" I asked him, eager to earn more
money doing more chores for him."

"Nothing hard," he said, chuckling to himself. "You just need to use
your hands."

"Okay, what is it?" I said.

"I want you to touch my thing, Donna. I want you to play with my thing!"

"I looked at him big-eyed and didn't know what to say!" my sister
confessed to me.

My sister was now telling me this part of the story while looking down
at the floor, probably out of some embarrassment at telling me this
intimate sexual story. I was still rubbing my hand up and down her leg
while she told me the story. Her thin white cotton tights felt smooth to
the touch on her leg. My dormant cock still lay hanging down in between
my spread legs as I sat there on the john, my sister standing in between
them. The way in which her story was going was bound to make it grow
hard before too long.

"Go ahead, sis, tell me more. It's all right."

"Well, after I didn't say anything Mr. Johnson said, "Have you ever seen
a man's thing before?"

"Of course I have," my sister spoke directly to me now, "you know I
have. I've seen yours but I didn't tell him that!"

Ah, my little sister. Only 8 years old and already a consummate
manipulater of men.

"So then Mr. Johnson says, "I'll let you see mine so you know what to
expect when you get older and have boyfriends."

"He put his hands to his waist and started to push down his undershorts.
He uncovered his "thing" as he called it and let me look at it. It was
kind of small, you know, I guess cause he's so old, and it looked all
wrinkled."

"Do you like it, Donna?" he asked me.

"It -- it's nice," I said to him.

"Why don't you touch it once -- get used to the feel of it?" he said.

"So I reached out my hand and put it on his thing. I stroked it, you
know, petted it a few times and he said, "Yeah, like that! See, doesn't
it feel nice?" he asked me."

"Now what do I do?" I asked him.

"Use both your hands to play with it," he said, and I brought up my
other hand and just handled his thing for him. After a bit of me playing
with his thing it started to get hard. Only it wouldn't get real hard,
you know, like yours does? It just sort of drooped in the air
as it tried to stand up from his crotch. But then he had me make my hand
go up and down his thing, you know, stroking him. He was grunting and
all that, saying how I was such a sweet little girl and how pretty I was
and how nice I was to be doing this to him and all that stuff."

"Anyway, when I was jerking his thing Mr. Johnson offers me another $10
if he can see my "thing".

"So I agreed to show him my thing and I let go of his drooping thing and
held up my dress and showed him the lower half of my body in my tights
and stuff. While he looked at me, I pulled down my tights and my panties
and showed him my bare thing. He said that he wanted to touch it but I
wouldn't let him. Then he had me play with his thing with one hand while
I held up my dress with the other hand letting him look at my thing.
Soon, Mr. Johnson's thing shot out his load, which wasn't much, and I
jerked it until he was done shooting."

"I pulled up my panties and tights and he told me to get his wallet from
his pants and give it to him. I did, and he gave me three tens just like
he had promised. Just then Becky came upstairs into the bedroom and I
said that I had to get home. Mr. Johnson was already having Becky climb
up on the bed with him and start to undress when I left the bedroom."

"Was I wrong to do what I did?" my sister asked me.

"No, I don't think so, Donna. I mean, look at what we do. As long as no
one gets hurt or you don't do something against your will it should be
okay. Besides, look what your story has done to me."

We both looked down at my cock which was slowly rising into an erection.
It was half-hard and it lurched up and down between my legs.

"I don't have any money to give you, but how about taking off your dress
for me, sis?"

My sister laughed and said, "You don't need to give me money to get me
to do that for you! Unzip me!"

She turned her back to me and I reached out and pulled the zipper of her
dress down in the back. It opened to her waist and she turned around to
face me again and pulled the pleated dress up over her head taking it
off. She stood there in her white tights, white ankle socks over those
on her feet and her white dress shoes.

My cock grew harder seeing her standing there half-undressed and it
arced up towards my stomach as it filled out in length and girth. My
sister eyed my cock, posing sexily for me.

"You do look very cute and pretty today, Donna," I said. "Turn around
and come back here."

I grabbed my sister's arms and she spun around and I brought her body
back to me in between my legs and pressed her tights-covered behind
against my cock. I rubbed my cock up and down her rather shapely ass
cheeks feeling the softness of her white cotton tights on it. My cock
was sliding in between her ass cheeks right where the crack of her ass
was. My sister began moving her hips around helping me. My cock was
fully erect and thrusting upwards in no time.

My sister squirmed out of my grasp and she spun around to look at my
erection. She grabbed it and squeezed it, pumping it up and down a few
times.

"Let me see -- your thing -- now," I said, and she smiled and let go of
my cock and her hands went to her waist where she started tugging at her
white tights.

She pulled her tights down slowly, almost teasing me, and I saw her
little white panties underneath. She watched my cock move around as she
pulled her nylons down her body for me. She pushed her tights down to
her knees and stood before me in her white panties. Her shoes were still
on, too. My cock was throbbing in my lap as I looked sexily at my
almost-naked little sister.

"Come on sis! Let me see it!" I groaned, and she shyly put her hands on
either side of her hips and tugged down the little white panties
covering her crotch.

Now my sister was naked before me. Her hairless slit was exposed to my
lustful sight.
I began to stroke my cock while looking at my sister like this. Donna
watched while I jacked myself off in between my spread legs. I ran my
fist up and down my rod looking at her cute little vagina.

"Want me to do that for you?" she finally asked me.

"No, but come here once," I told her, and my sister came towards me.

She stood right in front of me while I sat there
on the toilet.

"Rub it against me," I told her, throatily.

My sister lifted up and started rubbing her vagina against my cock while
I held it steady.
I watched while my cockhead parted her pink hairless lips. I wanted so
bad to put it in her but I knew that I was too big to enter her.

"Come here, Donna!" I groaned. "Sit on my lap!"
My sister climbed up onto my lap and turned around, her legs sticking
down in between my spread ones. Her naked ass sat back on my stomach
while my cock thrust up in front of her vagina. She gripped it and began
to jack it up and down. As she was doing that, I played with her vagina,
fondling and caressing her pink puffy labia.

"Let me rub my cock between your ass cheeks!" I moaned, and I slipped my
cock underneath her body bringing it up in between her fleshy ass
cheeks.  I thrust my cock in and out between them as if I were actually
fucking her.

"Damn sis, that feels good!" I groaned. "Oh God, you're gonna make me
come so hard!
Ah, I'm gonna come, Donna, I'm gonna come! Here it comes! Ahhhhh!"

My cock began pulsing and shot out its load from between my sister's
legs and onto the bathroom floor. My sister looked down and watched as
the come flew from my cockhead in spurts and slowly subsided little by
little until I was done shooting.

When I was done, my cock wilted again and my sister climbed off of my
lap and pulled up her panties and tights. She slipped her dress back on
and skipped out of the bathroom leaving me to clean up my mess. Oh well,
you know how little sisters can be. It was fun, anyway.


The End

Please, any comments or criticisms, good or bad, can be directed to the
ng you read this in or to me kids_at_play@webtv.net  I know it's an old
story and written a long time ago but I'd really like to know that
people are reading my stories whether or not they like them.  Thank you.

Maxima debetur puero reverentia
(We owe the greatest respect to a child)

"Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am, well sometimes it's hard to
believe; that one little girl with little blonde curls can totally
terrify me."  (Gary Allan)


"Thank Heaven for little girls!"  (Maurice Chevalier)

"Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart?" (Lovin' Spoonful --
1965)

"We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the
heart too big for the body."   (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"He who cannot see the beauty of a child hath no beauty in him."    
(Anon)

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
John Keats,   "Endymion"     1818

Kids are our future. Kids are our hope. Please respect them. Don't
exploit them.

kids_at_play

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