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Thank You Kidds At Play--> Nikki
kids_at_play@webtv.net wrote:
> 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.
>
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