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From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Too Jung to Lie (bg)
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Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 20:10:01 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Jumpstart: Too Jung to Lie
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Universe: psi phi
Summary: Sometimes it's the lies we tell ourselves to avoid pain...
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		 Jumpstart: Too Jung to Lie

		      by Jack C Lipton

My "cousin" Lacey was a teep and had been "awakened" once
she had reached menarche and finished her first period, just
two days before being sent out to visit me.  She'd arrived
at the age of eleven, all bubbly and happy and trying to get
me, her cousin Denny, to bring her to her full power as a
telepath.

Now, let me tell you, I might only be thirteen and a fully
activated telepath within my family, but I had never had sex
with anyone any younger than myself, before.

Now I'm well connected with my own "family" and I knew also
that Lacey had no "blood" connection with me so finding her
jumping into my lap as I read "Diplomatic Immunity" again,
was a surprise.  I've always gotten along with the little
girl and today was no different, so I put down my book to
tickle and tease her while she sat on my lap.  She could now
"talk" with me, mind to mind, which was a big difference to
me.  There were, of course, some minor blank spots, but,
then, not having had sex with her, we weren't as close,
quite yet.  Even if we were that close, well, we might not
be sharing everything.  Teeps can hide something from
another telepath, you know, even one we're closely tied to.

Her mom, my "Aunt" Melanie, had followed Lacey into the
room, at a somewhat slower pace, given the baby I'd put into
her belly five months previously.  She smiled to me when I
looked up over Lacey's head, trying to get a hidden clue of
what was expected of me while hiding what I was doing from
Lacey, herself.  Mel just smirked at me and didn't let on
what she thought of this situation.

Let's be brutally honest, here.  I had grown up seeing Lacey
on a weekly, if not daily, basis, and had, since I'd started
puberty, seen her as a little girl and, with my own
awakening, a latent telepath.

In that time I had _never_ seen her as someone I'd ever have
sex with.  She was usually such a sweet little girl that I
could feel adults, especially "normal" adults, turning into
diabetics.

This sudden shift from a gawky, thin, lithe little girl into
a gawky, thin, lithe almost-woman came as a shock to me.  I
wasn't expecting that she could suddenly develop sex appeal
just by being sexually awakened.

When my mom came into the living room to hug Melanie, she
then turned to me and the giggling little girl on my lap and
told me to take her upstairs and "show her a good time."

I used my mouth to answer "But, Mom!  She's still a little
girl!  I'll hurt her!"

All three-- Mom, Melanie *and* Lacey-- glared at me.  My mom
finally had the last word, saying "There's a reason I put a
tube of KY jelly in your room and I *know* that you're not
stupid enough to go too fast, but it's time you did this for
her."

It was hard to think that I was hurting Lacey more by *not*
trying to have sex with her, and, yes, I knew, right away,
that calling her a 'little girl' had been a case of me
jamming one of my feet deep into my mouth.  I might need the
lubricant to get my foot back out...

All right, so it took some extra effort on my part to cuddle
with Lacey on my bed, but, then, it felt wonderful to hold
her in my arms.

In fact, it felt so good that we both fell asleep and took a
nap together.  It was like old times.  I loved it.

We woke up when my mom opened the door and walked into my
bedroom.  I could swear that I heard Lacey purr as she came
up to wakefulness.

Lacey says that *I* was the one purring.

My mom settled the question, once we sat up, letting us know
that we both purred.

Lacey, having only been telepathically awakened through
lesbian sex with my big sister Penny, wasn't up to the full
strength achieved with heterosexual activation, which meant
that I could just barely ask my mom, without Lacey catching
my question, whether she was sure about this.  My mom's mind
was made up, of course, but I didn't understand what was
really behind all of this.

With my mom in the room and the door closed behind her, she
told us to strip.  I was reluctant because I didn't want to
shock Lacey, but started to do so.  She understood, now, why
I was going slow, and I could feel her sudden anxiety over
my not finding her "enough of a woman".

I have learned, in my contacts with the women of this and
other house-holds of telepaths, that being a woman is more a
matter of what is in the mind than the shape of the body.

Lacey wanted to be a woman for me.  I wanted to be a man for
her.  With the feelings and thoughts we could read from each
other, we gained the confidence to carry on, even with my
mother watching us and coaching us.

There were plenty of pauses as we learned each other's
bodies.  These lessons went a lot further than I expected
after being indoctrinated sexually with the older women.  I
could understand some of it because of Lacey's burning
desire to learn and *be* a woman.

I can admit that I was told that having sex the first time
changes you from a child to an adult.  That the gift of
telepathy makes this transition even sharper, to the point
of not being able to recapture my childhood feelings, even
for a moment, should not be a surprise.  Yes, part of that
may be due to my being surrounded by telepathic adults.  And
those self-same adults worried that they'd stolen too much
of my childhood, but, given how different the world had
gotten for me almost a year ago, I couldn't understand "who"
I'd been, before.

That it had all been Lacey's idea, once she learned that 
there was a "higher plateau" in her telepathic ability, is
not a surprise.  Penny had enjoyed herself when she brought
me to activation and the extra jump in her strength left her
feeling very good about the process.

And, strangely enough, sex is a lot better when both
partners are fully activated.

So I could understand some of Lacey's enthusiasm, based upon
how all of the other women had felt once I'd been activated
and we'd shared lovemaking.

Lacey and I were coached through manual (fingers) sex, then
oral sex, some sixty-nining, all with plenty of orgasms.  I
could believe a lot of this exercise was actually done to
convince me that Lacey was ready for sex, especially with
me.  Hearing Lacey come under my fingers and tongue-- and
when she brought me to an orgasm, too-- had the image of
"sweet little girl" fade.

For the final act of this game I got to be on the bottom as
my mom made sure that both Lacey and I were well lubricated.

My little lover-- and, by this time, lover she was-- slowly
lowered herself, first rubbing her slick labia on my tip,
my mother holding me and circling Lacey's clitoris with my
glans, and then, with being repositioned between the thin
labia I'd had so much fun licking and tasting, slowly
feeling myself, from both ends, being inserted.

It is because we were telepaths that she didn't just "fall"
onto me when the pain of being stretched for the first time
reached her... because it also reached us, too, and we could
help her bear it.  I felt her flash of doubt suddenly get
submerged in a sense of accomplishment as the mouth of her
vagina narrowed again onto my shaft.

Given that Lacey's hymen had surrendered at the same time,
we slowly worked her, up and then down again, further down
onto my erect member, taking minutes to do handle her first
penetration with minimal pain.  All three of us knew where
the limits were each time we reached one, sharing the
sensation of the stretching.

At the same time little Lacey was feeling what I was feeling
which added to her enthusiasm for getting this going.

For such a "little girl" I was surprised when she turned out
to be able to take all five inches of my erection.

And, let me tell you, I was excited.  My excitement carried
over to Lacey, who seemed to be getting ready to come, yet
again.

Because of the three eruptions I'd already had, I was good
for a long ride.

My mom coached Lacey into moving up and down on me.

I won't kid you on this:  despite my small size (well, in
comparison to an adult) it wasn't comfortable.  Lacey was
tight.  She was slick, too, but, with this level of
pressure, she could tell that I wasn't comfortable.

At the same time, she was handling the sliding up and down
with a lot less discomfort than I was, so I enjoyed what she
was feeling.

It took another couple of minutes of slow motion fucking for
Lacey to loosen up enough and for the lubrication she was
producing to catch up with the friction.  That this
coincided with Lacey's first hard and loud climax on my
member was not lost on me... and it was time, given how
tired I could sense she was feeling, for us to roll over.

We kissed again in this position before I started to slow
pumping motion.  A motion that Lacey loved, sighing, with
happy purring sounds being heard, and that she was finally
comfortable to feel.

Lacey's first climax with me inside of her had already
brought her telepathic abilities up to mine, if not a little
bit further.  Subsequent orgasms that she had didn't quite
bring me off, my body not currently desperate for one, still
felt good to me and accelerated my own climax.

By the time I finally fired what little sperm I had left
into my new lover, she was long gone from being fully
conscious, her brain submerged in the endorphin rush of fast
repeated orgasms that merged into a long one, and, in that
time of unguarded mind, riding the crest of the moment, I
knew *why* this had all been engineered.

It had been hidden from me, but, given the revelation, I
could not stop my own orgasmic meltdown, triggered *by* what
I learned.

We can't lie to each other, but we can hide.  If asked, we
can't evade, either.

But I'd just joined my future wife in a shared orgasm.

Lacey and I were boneless as we came down from our shared
ecstasy, and, before passing out together, my mother moved
us to put me back on the bottom, Lacey lying on my chest.

I'd thought I'd known love... until I shared it with someone
who could love me that same way.

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