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Newspaper Girl - (mf, inc, con, Mf, rom, voy, pedo)
by Girl Luvr
DISCLAIMER
This story is a work of fiction involving consensual sex between two
under age children as they explore their budding sexuality, plus an Adult
male and the young girl. I feel many will relate to the scenes between the
children as I suspect it is played out in one form or another all over the
world.
The story is total fiction but was inspired by a real life event.
The part about the newspaper girl on the bike happened exactly as described,
and it was this that gave me the idea for the story.
It should not be read by the overly sensitive, where it is legally
or morally forbidden, or anyone under the legal age. This story was inspired
by some real life events, but rest assured the story is 99% pure fiction but
more on that subject at the end..
I would point out that if you are looking for a story that is
virtually all sex, then look elsewhere as it is only as a part of the
overall story. You might find this story to be a little long-winded for your
tastes and too much prose separating the Sex scenes. Well too bad, I'm
starting to get just a little sick of those stories where the narrator has
their partner undressed by the end of the first paragraph, orgasming in the
third and large doses of passionate lovemaking in every second sentence
after that.
Feel free to use the story for your own pleasure, or re post it
as-is with no changes as long as you include this header. You may not use it
to benefit yourself or anyone else financially.
Chapter 1 - Intro
My name is Steve Branson and I was depressed, lonely and if that was not
enough, bored out of my tree. I am 29 and I moved to this city about four
months ago to take up a position as a senior software developer with a major
international company. I was enjoying my new job and as I had a 12-month
lease on a furnished house, I was quite comfortable.
Regrettably, because of the constraints of my new job, I had little time
to make friends apart from a few nights out at a local bar with some work
colleagues. As to marriage, I am not gay, celibate or any such thing, and I
have had a few relationships but just never met the right girl to form
anything permanent.
On the way home from work six weeks previously, a drunken driver drove
through a red light and smashed in the side of my car putting me in hospital
for over a month. My leg was in plaster to above the knee following major
reconstructive surgery, and I had been told that I would have the cast on
for at least another 3 to 4 months.
For a while after I came home from hospital, my sister stayed to help me
but family demands meant she had to return to her home 200 miles away.
Before she left, she arranged for a nurse aide to call in the mornings to
help me shower and dress, leaving me reliant on my phone and the occasional
visit from a friendly but elderly neighbor for the rest of each day.
I had hired some crutches and a long handled gripping device from the
hospital, enabling me to pick things up from the floor. To be honest, after
a few days of struggling, I found the hassle of trying to pull underwear
over a large and ungainly plaster cast using this item of medieval torture
was just too much hassle. As it was summer, I decided to wear a lavalava (a
relic of a pacific holiday) or a Japanese style wrap-round robe instead.
This made life much easier and the odd time I had to call my neighbor for
assistance, I just made sure my robe was carefully arranged.
The nature of my job meant I was able to work from home but I was having
trouble concentrating, and after three days on my own, I was already bored
because of the lack of social contact. There was also the problem of food
and other supplies. My neighbor had offered to help but I really hated
imposing on her good will any more than absolutely necessary, as I had only
known her for a short time.
The lounge had a large picture window covered with light net curtains
for privacy, so I was able to see but not be seen. My computer was set up at
one end of the window so when my concentration on the job waned, I would
find myself spending quite long periods watching the passing traffic and
trying to decide on ways to overcome some of my difficulties.
Three days after my sister left I was staring out of the window when our
young, and I might add rather attractive newspaper delivery girl rode up the
street toward me on her bicycle. What caught my attention in particular were
her clothes. She was wearing a short bolero top and brief cut-off denim
shorts, leaving a bare exposed midriff. Since I had moved here, I had seen
her at the weekends, but never really taken any real notice before as she
was just one of the neighborhood children that were part of the local
scenery.
She stopped at the low cinder-block fence that divided my rented
property from the neighbor and placed her foot on the fence to balance the
bicycle. She then turned around to get the last of the papers from the
panniers at the rear and place them into a smaller bag on the handlebars.
Obviously she kept the bulk of her papers at the back and moved them to the
small bag at the front for ease of access.
What caught my attention was the action of turning around to reach the
papers, resulting in her legs spreading widely apart, and I suddenly
realized that from my viewpoint I was able to see up the leg of her shorts.
What was even more interesting was that there did not seem to be any panties
apparent although she no doubt had brief ones on. I saw her groin quite
clearly and this created a stirring in my nether regions. I have to say that
until that day I had never had any feelings for younger girls, but something
about this scene caught my attention in a big way.
I've never even dated women more than two years younger than myself, so
where did these feelings come from? In fact, I was beginning to become so
aroused by this young girl that I was wondering if I was normal. This
delightful scene only lasted for a few seconds and she continued her round
after putting my paper in the letterbox.
Due to the sloping nature of the lot, the front and rear steps were
rather higher than normal with 8 steps at the rear and 12 in the front, and
as yet I was unable to climb these without assistance. One option I had
considered had been try and get one of the many local children to run
errands for me, but I did not know any so finding one was a problem. Seeing
this young lady, and the attraction I had felt, gave me an idea and I
decided to try and talk to her on the first opportunity.
Chapter 2 - We Meet
The following day I had the nurse help me into my underwear and a pair
of loose shorts, although I knew I would have a problem removing these when
it came to having to use the toilet or at bedtime. At about 4:00 I was
sitting on the front deck with a book, two glasses and a jug of fruit juice
while I waited for her to arrive. The deck had a solid, waist high wall
around it, so when I was sitting down, I was able to see very well but it
was not obvious that anybody was there.
As she came along the road I wondered if she would repeat the appealing
scene that I had witnessed the day before. Sure enough, it was again played
out in front of me and I don't think she had any idea what she was showing
off, because to her the fence was just a handy place to balance.
As she put my paper in the box, I struggled to my feet and called out,
"Hi, I wonder if you could help me please."
She looked up and seemed to hesitate, so I held up a crutch and
grinning, made the comment, "I am quite harmless I assure you, and anyway I
think you could run a lot faster than I can."
She hesitated, seemed to make a decision, then smiled and started to
walk up the path.
I said, "Would you mind bringing my paper and any mail up with you
please"
She nodded and returned to check the mailbox, before walking up the
steps while I sat down into the chair. As she came to the top of the deck,
she looked at my cast and said, "I can see why you have a problem."
For the first time I had a chance to see her close up. With young girls
these days it is hard to guess their age but I found I was looking at a
quite attractive young lady of probably about 13 or 14. She was a little
taller than I had first thought (probably just over 5 feet) and was dressed
the same as the previous day. Her clothes were set off by short blond hair,
deep brown eyes, a smattering of light freckles on her cheeks and a perky
turned up nose. Her figure was starting to fill out and her breasts were
just noticeable, but the thing I noticed most were the most perfectly formed
pair of legs it had been my pleasure to see.
I laughed. "Tell me about it! Now, would you like a glass of juice since
it is so hot."
"Thanks, that would be nice, but I only have a few minutes as I have to
finish my paper round and get home to do some errands for mum."
As I poured her juice, I said, "O/K I will be quick. My name is Steve
and as you can see, I am stuck here. I cannot get up and down those stairs
without help, and I have to wait until my neighbor gets home to bring me the
mail and paper and as she is elderly, the stairs are a problem for her as
well."
I continued, "I have also been looking for someone who could do odd
errands for me until I am on my feet again and wondered if you know of
someone who would be interested, or even better perhaps you may be."
"Nice to meet you Steve, I'm Patricia but all my friends call me Trish
and yes, I might be interested. What did you have in mind?"
"All I want is to have someone bring in the paper and mail each day, and
run the odd errand to the local shopping center. Are you sure you have
enough time with your paper run and homework? I fully expect to pay for this
by the way"
"Well, I only have 12 papers to deliver after I have done yours and I
could easily return and do any jobs you want."
"That would be great as I had been trying to decide how to find someone.
I hate having to rely on my neighbors since I have only known them for a few
months. If you can work it in, it would be marvelous, but you must first
check with your parents and see if it is OK with them."
Then handing her my business card I continued, "Please give them this
card and ask if they could either phone or call and see me."
"Well there is only me and mum, my father left us several years ago
after my older brother died. Mum is away at work from 11:00 a.m. until about
8:00 p.m. She works 6 nights a week so I have plenty of time but I will talk
to her when she gets home."
She finished her drink and started to walk to the steps, "Sorry, I
really have to go now"
I thanked her and said that I hoped her mother would agree.
At about 8:30 the phone rang and it was her mother. She introduced
herself, then asked some questions about my situation. I explained that I
was unable to get out of the house to come and meet her, but as the next day
was Sunday and I understood that it was her day off, I asked if she and
Trish would like to come for a light lunch. She could meet me and I could
then answer any questions that she may have. She agreed and I sat down to
think of an easy meal to prepare.
Sunday dawned and as this was the day the nurse was not available, it
took me over an hour to wash and struggle into my clothes. Have you ever
tried to pull on underwear and shorts when you cannot bend a leg? Well it is
not easy. I had found very quickly that sweat pants fitted over the cast,
but normal trousers were impossible so had I decided on shorts most days as
the weather was far too hot for sweats.
There was a barstool set up in the kitchen so that I was able to sit and
prepare meals, so I spent the rest of the morning preparing a cold chicken
salad for my visitors.
At 12:30 a car pulled up the drive, as Trish and a lady I presumed to be
her mother arrived. As they entered, her mother introduced herself as Monica
and she turned out to be a pleasant woman in her late thirties. The three of
us sat in the dining room for a pleasant meal and a few glasses of wine
while I explained that I appreciated someone to talk to, then thanked them
for coming and described my situation and the idea I had. After some
discussion over what I expected and how much I would pay and after talking
with Trish, Monica agreed on her daughter calling whenever I needed her. As
Trish had suggested, she agreed that the best idea would be for Trish to
finish her paper run, then return and run any errands that I needed.
Looking at Trish I added, "I have another idea. I was going to hire a
home help to do some light housework like vacuuming the house, plus some
dusting and the washing. If you want some extra money, would you like to do
this as well? It may be too much for you to do, but if you are interested,
perhaps we could try it for a couple of weeks. If you found it to much we
can cancel the arrangement."
She smiled and said, "I would love to try. I am saving to buy a computer
as I want to eventually study computer science at University, but I only get
30 minutes twice a week on the school computers. Because Mum works, I do
some of the house work at home so I am used to it."
Turning to her mother, Trish, "What do you think mum?" They discussed it
and decided that she would call each night for as long as I needed her, and
on Saturday morning she would come in the morning to do the housework,
leaving the Sunday free.
Having decided, we chatted about our families and friends for another 30
minutes, then as they got up to leave I said, "Before you go, would you come
into the lounge for a second."
As they did so, I showed Trish the computer and said, "As long as you
don't neglect your homework, I am more than happy for you to use my computer
after you have finished here each night. In fact if you bring your homework,
you can use it for that as well."
Trish threw her arms around me and squealed, "Thank you, I would love
to. It will be a big help," while Monica looked on and grinned.
"One thing Trish, you must agree to returning home in time to make the
evening meal for your mum. I don't want to be the one to create any family
arguments. Your mother must set a time that you should be home, and I will
see that you stick to it."
Monica seemed genuinely pleased with the way this had turned out and
between us we decided that 6:30 would be the "witching hour" and as a
parting comment I added, "if all goes well, I am happy to teach Trish about
computers if she would like me to."
"Would I? That would be so kool," was the comment as they left.
Chapter 3 - The Relationship Develops
Monday came and for some reason I could hardly keep my mind on my work.
I don't think I had any specific ideas and really could not understand why,
but I just seemed to be excited by the thought of this attractive young lady
being here alone with me.
At 4:15 I sat by the window to see if she would go through the same
routine that had attracted me in the first place. She appeared in the
distance and sure enough, again used the fence as a handy balance point.
Even though I was too far away to really see anything, I found my penis
developing a mind of its own. I think it was caused more the forbidden
nature of watching someone when they were unaware they were being watched.
As she put the paper in the letterbox, she glanced up and not seeing me,
carried on. Twenty minutes later she returned and taking the paper and mail
from the box, she rode around the back and came up the rear steps. As she
got to the door she called out, "It's me Steve." I was sitting in front of
the computer and said, "Come in Trish and take the weight off your feet.
Grab a bottle of drink from the fridge if you fancy one. I will be done here
in a second"
I heard the fridge door open and close and, as she came she stopped and
stared as she saw that I was wearing the lavalava.
I gave an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry Trish, I forgot to mention that this
blasted cast makes it one hell of a job taking clothes on and off. I wear
this silly `skirt' if it is hot or a robe when it is cooler. Does that worry
you?"
"Not in the slightest, I was just surprised to see you wearing it, but I
can understand. When I think about it, I am darned if I know how you would
manage trousers on your own anyway."
I laughed. "Well usually if I need to, after my shower first thing in
the morning, I get the nurse-aid to help dress me. However I find it a
struggle to get them off again so I usually don't bother unless I am
expecting visitors or going to the doctor for a checkup. My trousers and
underwear are the hard part as I cannot reach down and have to use this
silly device," and waved the gripper in the air to emphasize the point.
She smiled. "Can I have a go with it?"
"Sure, try it with these," as I threw a spare pair of shorts that I keep
nearby for emergencies on the floor, then handed the gripper to her. I sat
back and watched with considerable amusement as Trish tried with little
success to get my old shorts on. She finally gave in and said, "I can see
what you mean, but if you are ever stuck, I am happy to help."
A statement that puzzled me but I let it go.
"Now, would you like to go to the supermarket and get the items on this
list for me please. There is not a lot so you should be able to get them
into the bag on your bike," and handed her the list and two $20 notes then
waved goodbye as she left and about 30 minutes later she returned with
everything I wanted plus the change.
"Thanks Trish and I have finished on the computer for the day so you are
welcome to use it if you wish."
"I don't have any homework today except learning lines for the school
play and I can do that at home, so may I use the Internet please."
"Sure, go for it."
I moved over to the couch and sat while Trish took over the computer and
connected to the net as I watched. It soon became clear that she knew what
she was doing and was hunting for pictures and MP3 files of a certain
singer, so I started reading the newspaper and left her to it.
Before long, music was coming from the computer and she looked at me
with a grin on her face. "Your computer is SO much better than the school
ones. It's so kool."
"Look Trish, as long as your mother is happy for you to be here and I
don't need the computer myself, I don't mind you using it anytime you wish.
If you ever have any questions or problems about its use, please ask."
Over the next few days we very quickly settled into a routine and I
noticed Trish gradually seemed to be more comfortable around me. Each
afternoon I hid behind the curtains to watch her arrive, and I became
increasingly fascinated by the glimpses of her beautiful upper thigh that
she quite innocently afforded me. I had always been a "leg man", and I never
tired of looking at her very shapely legs.
Trish came by every day and when there was little to do we just sat and
talked about all sorts of subjects. School, boys, her family, her deceased
brother and many other topics. Sometimes she sat at the computer and we
talked while she did her homework, then on Thursday, Monica phoned to make
sure that everything was going O/K.
I was delighted to be able to tell her that Trish was doing everything I
asked of her, was no problem at all and in fact I really looked forward to
her arrival each day as it was very lonely being here on my own.
When Saturday morning came around, it became apparent that not only was
she a good housekeeper, but she was also a very good worker. Many girls her
age would have taken every opportunity to skive off, but not Trish. She
stripped the bed, collected the clothes that I had left lying on the floor
and while they were washing, she started cleaning the house. By 11:30 she
had finished and I was delighted to thank her and pay her the agreed amount
for the weeks work plus I added a bonus. I invited her to stay for lunch but
insisted that she clear it with her mother first. Monica was quite happy and
commented that she appreciated that fact that I always kept her informed as
to what we were doing.
Sunday dawned and although it was a brilliant day, I seemed to be very
lonely. Almost as if something had gone from my life. I hadn't realized how
much I appreciated her bright bubbly nature and with no outside contact
apart from the phone, I felt very alone.
The following week also brought a minor disappointment. Trish had
changed her clothes and now wore normal length shorts with a full blouse.
This meant I missed my little daily "perk" which was disappointing as I had
come to look forward to her arrival. I quite enjoyed our daily discussions
and the rest of the week progressed uneventfully until Wednesday.
I was sitting reading a book while Trish was writing an essay. From the
corner of my eye I noticed that she seemed to be taking peeks at me and I
suddenly realized that my robe had draped open. Only a tiny bit further and
she would have been receiving an unexpected early dose of sex education, so
I decided that I would have to be a little more careful.
Some days I sat reading the paper or watching TV while she was engrossed
in using the computer. I frequently found myself sitting there just looking
at her. Even though she was young, she was certainly easy on the eyes. On a
couple of occasions she noticed me staring before I could look away, and
would give me a very quizzical look, but never commented on it. Often we did
not feel the need to speak, but even then I found it was just pleasant to
have her in the room and when she left, the house would suddenly seem to be
very bleak.
On the Saturday after she had finished cleaning, I asked, "I know that
Sunday is your mother's only day off. How do you think she would take a
suggestion for both of you be my guests for lunch at a local restaurant."
"I am sure she would love it," she replied.
"Are you able to phone her at work and ask so I can book? One problem is
that I will have to ask her to take us in her car, as I cannot not drive and
I will have to get you both to help balance me while getting down the
stairs."
Trish phoned her mother with my suggestion, and after some discussion
she passed the phone to me. I explained that I was tired of being stuck in
the house and as it was a nice day, wanted a change. She said she was
delighted to accept and they would be around just before midday.
Sunday was a brilliantly sunny day and with some small assistance from
Trish and her mother I was able to descend the stairs. It was marvelous to
be able to get out of the house although, because of my stiff leg I was
forced to sit across the back seat of the car.
We arrived at the restaurant, we had a very pleasant lunch and after
returning to the house, I got the impression that Monica felt very
comfortable with the developing relationship I had with her daughter.
About 9:15 pm Monday night, I had a surprise phone call from Monica.
"Hello Steve, this is Monica. I have just received a call from my
younger brother in the next state. His wife had been diagnosed with cancer
and he will be very busy for a while, as she requires surgery and extensive
post-op treatment. He has asked Patricia and I to come and stay for at least
a month and help look after his three young children."
She continued, "Patricia loves her aunt and normally enjoys going there
to stay, but she says that she was very busy with the school play and other
activities and didn't want to mess it up. She really would have liked to go
with me but feels the play and other projects are very important so wants to
stay if at all possible. We have rung every friend we could think of, but
all had problems and could not have her stay for that length of time. I was
starting to tell her that she would just have to come when she had an idea,
but I really hesitate to ask."
From the background I heard Trish's voice say, "Go on Mum, ask him."
Monica continued, "Well, she said you have a spare room and she said she
was sure you wouldn't mind if she stayed with you. It would also mean that
you don't have to find another helper. I feel uncomfortable having to ask
this, but we have no other choice..." as her voice faded away as if unsure
she was doing the right thing.
"Monica, I am really sorry about your news and please, don't have any
worries. Trish and I get on very well and on a purely selfish note, I would
rather have her here than have to find someone else to help me. I would be
delighted to have her stay, and it will be great to have someone around all
the time."
"Thank you Steve, it is a relief and it is nice to feel I can leave her
with someone I feel I can trust. My brother has arranged a flight for 5:30pm
tomorrow and I will drop Patricia over to you about 3:30pm immediately after
school if that is O/K with you. We have managed to arrange for another boy
to do her paper-run just for tomorrow so Trish can get settled in at your
place."
"Monica, there is no problem as far as I am concerned. I will be here of
course and I am delighted to be able to help. Please feel free to phone her
as often as you like and it goes without saying that she can ring you
anytime she wishes."
Right on cue the next day, a Taxi pulled up the drive and Trish and
Monica came inside with her bags. The first thing I noticed was how subdued
and red-eyed Trish was. The news of her Aunt's disease, plus having to let
her mother go alone must have really got to her. They hugged for a few
minutes and after saying good-byes, Monica left in the cab. After watching
it drive out of sight, Trish averted her eyes as if afraid to reveal that
she had been crying, then took her baggage to the spare room. I heard water
running and after about 5 minutes she came back and asked if she could help
with the evening meal. She was still red-eyed but had obviously washed her
face and done her hair.
I was sitting on the stool bringing us to almost the same height. I gave
her a hug and taking a tissue I wiped the tears that welled in her eyes
again and said, "Please Trish, just relax and don't worry, I am fully
prepared for the meal. Just watch TV, listen to the stereo, have a bath,
read or use the computer, whatever you like."
She seemed to cling to me for a minute without saying a word, then went
into the lounge while I returned to preparing the evening meal that I had
started earlier. I heard familiar computer noises and about 30 minutes later
she returned to the kitchen saying, "I'm sorry Steve, I really can't
concentrate. Would you mind if I had a soak in the bath until dinner is
ready."
"Of course not, there is no hurry. Take as long as you like."
"I'll start filling it while I get the paper," and went to the bathroom
then walked outside and collected the mail and paper, gave me another hug
and returned to the bathroom. While waiting for her, I finished preparing
the meal than sat down and made some changes to a web site I was designing.
About 5:30pm Trish came out wearing nightwear and a robe and helped set
the table. Compared to the bright vivacious young lady I come to know, she
seemed very subdued. We sat down to the meal and after cleaning up, went to
the lounge to watch a bit of TV. Although there were plenty of chairs, Trish
seemed to feel the need of comforting so sat alongside me. I put my arm
around her shoulder and gave her a hug. We sat like that for a while when
she said, "Thank you for being so nice and letting me stay Steve. I really
appreciate it."
"Look Trish, I am more than happy to have you here for as long as it is
necessary, in fact I could not think of anything I would want more."
She smiled wanly, then we sat in silence for about an hour watching TV.
Suddenly the phone rang and it was Monica to tell Trish that she had arrived
safely and been to the hospital and that her sister in law was doing as well
as could be expected. When Trish got off the phone, she said that she
thought that she would go to bed, as she was feeling very tired. I said,
"Good Night, see you tomorrow," and after she left I settled down to watch a
film on TV.
At about 11:00 I switched off everything off and went to bed myself. I
normally sleep nude but with a young lady in the house it did cross my mind
I should wear something, but the warm night and lack of anything suitable
made me decide to take a chance. About 11:30, I think I was starting to
drift off to sleep, when I heard a noise and opened my eyes to see a shape
silhouetted against the door-frame. It was near full moon and Trish must
have left her curtains open to allow a breeze in. This meant quite a bright
light behind her and I could see the shape of her slender body outlined
through her thin nightdress. The sight made my penis stir but I just said,
"Is something wrong Trish?"
In an unusually quiet voice she whispered, "I was trying to see if you
were still awake?"
"Only just, what's the matter Trish?"
"I keep thinking about my poor Aunt and bad thoughts keep going around
and around in my head. I cannot sleep and wondered if I can have a cuddle
please?"
I held up my arms. "Of course you can silly, come here."
I expected her to lie on top of the bed but she lifted the sheet and
completely ignoring the fact I was totally nude, lay down with her head on
my chest and wrapped her arms around me. I gently stroked her back until she
seemed to relax and drift off to sleep. The feeling of her warm little body
snuggled against me was quite erotic but I think the events of the day
caught up with me and I fell asleep as well.
Chapter 4 - Intimacy
I woke the next morning to noises coming from the kitchen. Wrapping the
lavalava around my waist, I grabbed my crutches and hobbled to the kitchen
to find Trish dressed for school and preparing breakfast.
She smiled and said, "Morning Steve, I'll have breakfast ready in a
minute."
I sat down and asked, "How long have you been up, and more important,
how are you feeling this morning?"
"About an hour, and I feel a heck of a lot better. Thanks for being so
understanding last night. I just felt the need for someone to hold me. It
was nice and I feel much more relaxed. I am still very worried but I think I
can cope now," then she looked at the clock and added, "Oh heck! Is that the
time? I had better get to school. I will do my paper round before coming
home tonight so you won't see me till about 5:00. O/K?"
She grabbed her bag of books, rushed out that back door and was gone up
the drive on her bicycle.
I ate the breakfast she had prepared while I mulled over the events of
the previous day and night. Shortly afterward, the nurse aide arrived and
the morning shower routine, followed by the latest batch of changes required
to the current project, kept me busy for the rest of the day.
By about 4:00 I had finished, and as I was wondering how Trish was
feeling, I settled down on the front deck with a beer. As normal, I saw her
coming down the road, this time still dressed in her school clothes. When
she saw me, she waved, dropped her bike and grabbing the mail and a paper
and ran up the stairs with them. Dropping them on the table, she gave me a
quick peck on the cheek and turned to go back down the stairs, "See you in a
bit over an hour."
I remained on the deck and soon she appeared again. She put her bicycle
away, grabbed a drink from the fridge in passing and as she sat down on the
other chair as I asked, "That was quick, how was your day?"
"You don't have to worry Steve, I am fine now. I think I have got used
to the idea and realize that I just have to pray that Aunty Beryl comes
through it O/K."
Then continued, "One thing, normally I go home and change before my
round, but your house is a bit far away, so I must remember to take extra
clothes and change before I leave school. These are just too hot to wear on
the bike. I fact I think I will go and shower."
True to her word she returned in about 10 minutes all fresh and clean
smelling and wearing the same ultra brief clothes that had attracted me so
much when I first saw her, and as she sat down, said, "God that feels
better".
The deck furniture consisted of oversized padded cane chairs and as she
sat down, Trish folded up one leg sideways and sort of sat on it. Back home
I have noticed my nieces sit this way and have often wondered how the heck
they found it comfortable. The problem it created for me was that she was
wearing those darned cut-off shorts and I could not help but notice that I
could again see up the leg openings. I think Trish was quite unconscious of
the lovely view that she was presenting me. She chatted away about her day
at school, the play she was in, her Aunt and their family, her mother, and
what we were going to have for dinner, while all the time I was trying to
keep my mind on what she was saying.
The problem was that the `old fella' immediately started to get
interested and although I desperately tried not to make it obvious, I just
could not resist peeking while Trish chatted on. My question as to whether
she was wearing panties was now answered. At this distance it was obvious
she was, and the way she was sitting outlined her genitals in the most
delightful detail. What a sight to finish the day. Regrettably this idyllic
scene ended when she finished her drink and got up saying, "I think I will
start preparing something to eat."
The evening meal went without incident, and when the dishes were done,
Trish sat at the computer to do her homework. After an hour she had finished
and started to work on the web site I had set up for her. I had created the
basic layout, shown her how to use the software and left her to work on it.
For myself, I divided my attention between TV and enjoying watching her
while she seemed quite unaware that I was doing so. I could not help but
wonder why I was so attracted to her, as I had never felt anything but
platonic attraction toward the other young girls of my acquaintance.
At about 10:30 I suggested that as it was school the next day, we should
get ready for to bed. I went to use the bathroom first while Trish finished
what she was doing, and by the time I was in bed, she was ready to take over
the bathroom. I called goodnight and as I did not feel like reading, I
turned out my light. Within a few minutes, Trish finished in the bathroom
and retired to her room. The evening, although very warm had a high cloud so
was much darker than the previous night so a few minutes later I was
surprised when I heard a soft voice from the doorway, "Can I come and talk
Steve."
Because of the darker night, all I could see was a vague outline, but I
said, "Sure, let me turn on the light" as I reached for the switch.
"No, please leave it off." I expected her to sit on the bed, but instead
she lifted the sheet and lay down alongside me just as had the night before.
With a shock I realized that she was nude.
"What is ..." but she put her finger on my lips and said "shhhhh!"
"Trish, this isn't right."
"Perhaps, but I wanted a cuddle and it is very hot."
She lay her head on my chest with one arm draped around my waist while
my penis started to develop a mind of its own. I realized that although I
previously thought she had hardly any breasts, I could feel them as small
firm mounds against my stomach.
I tried to protest, "This is wrong, if your mother every found out I
would be in big trouble."
"Steve, I did this, not you. I wanted to and I am sure as hell not going
to tell anyone and it has been too long."
I started gently caressing up and down her spine, as she seemed to hum
to herself and try to snuggle even closer if that was possible.
"That is so nice Steve, I adore my back being rubbed."
Suddenly I realized that a small warm hand was gently rubbing my stomach
and gradually going lower. It was not long before her fingers were twining
themselves in my pubic hair, and finally gently starting to caress my then,
very hard cock. The feeling was indescribable and I was at loss for words,
but many thoughts flowed through my stunned mind. `It's been to long?' did
she mean what I suspected?.
Suddenly she released my penis, pulled herself higher and wrapped both
her arms around my neck while giving me a long, very erotic kiss. This was
no chaste kiss such as you would give a friend, it was the long, very
sensuous kiss of a lover. After releasing me, she lay on her side facing me
and took my hand and placed it on her developing breast then again started
gently attacking my aching appendage. Her breasts may have been small but it
was obvious she was aroused, as her nipples were quite prominent. I gently
massaged those delightful toys and she soon started to moan gently. After
about 10 minutes she rolled over and climbed on top of me so she that she
was straddled over my hips, then took my hands and placed one on her tiny
breast and the other placed between her legs. At this point no matter what I
felt about her age, I was lost. I could no more stop than fly to the moon.
My only regret was the restrictions that this blasted cast placed on my
movements so I had no option but to let her direct the action.
Gently running my fingers around her vulva lips and exploring her pubic
area was a dream come true. I found she had a tiny bit of pubic hair that
felt so soft and fine that I was unable to resist playing with it. I
gradually moved in between her outer cunny lips and gently rolled her tiny
clit between my fingers. She started a soft squealing and moaning while
thrusting her hips against my hand to enhance the effect when suddenly I
realized that she was trying to insert my penis into her vagina. I was in an
erotic haze but retained just enough presence of mind to realize what could
happen and said, "No Trish, we can't," and pushed her hands away from my
penis.
"Pleeeeese Steve, I want to."
With enormous difficulty as I was going against everything I wanted, I
said, "I can't risk you getting pregnant," I panted, "try doing this
instead."
I put both hands under her delightfully tiny bottom, and moved her up so
her groin pushed my penis up against my stomach and her slit was now resting
on the underside of my shaft. She was so light, I was able to move her body
back and forth against my penis which was nicely sandwiched between her
genitals and my stomach.
She got the idea and took over and was virtually masturbating herself on
my hard cock. I kept my hands on her small buttocks to help her movements.
Sensing that her orgasm was near, I inserted the middle finger of one hand
into her vagina and the index finger of the other into her puckered anus.
This sudden assault from the rear tipped her into a shuddering orgasm, which
in turn triggered me as I shot a load of sperm onto my upper stomach. She
frantically ground her pussy against my cock while letting out little
whimpering moans.
As the effects for us both subsided, she collapsed onto my chest and lay
there with her arms around my neck as if afraid to let me go. After a few
minutes relaxing I turned on the light and she rolled over and looked at the
mess on us both and said, "Yuck, I hate that part. I'll get a cloth and
clean us up."
'Hate that part? - Been so long?'. Thoughts came unbidden to me. Trish
had obviously done this before. `Who with? - Where? - When?'
After a few minutes of running water sounds, Trish returned and squatted
cross-legged on the bed while she washed the mess of my chest and stomach.
For the first time I was able to see her properly and admire her slim, but
attractive figure. Her breasts were about the size off half a small
grapefruit and as I had noted, nice and firm. Her actual genital slit was
uncovered by pubic hair with just a light layer of blond hair starting to
appear above it, so obviously her hair color was natural. The cross-legged
way she was sitting made her outer genital lips splay wide open, making the
most attractive and erotic sight.
Once we were clean, Trish again lay on top of me, this time propped on
her forearms and looking into my face and said, "That was lovely Steve, I
have never felt it quite as strongly as that before."
As the effects of my orgasm had passed, the realization of what I had
done started to hit home and I suspect the worry must have shown on my face.
She smiled and continued, "Please don't be upset with me. I'm not going to
say anything, and as you must have guessed, this was not my first time."
"Darling Trish, I am NOT upset, in fact I am flattered that you wanted
me, but what we did is against the law and I must confess that I was
worried. I loved everything we did but when did you do this before?"
Trish replied, "First, please promise that you will never mention this
to anyone. I dearly love my mother but she is very straight-laced and rather
religious and does not believe in discussing anything about sex. What I will
tell you would upset her dreadfully and that is the last thing I want to
do."
"Of course not Trish. I would never do that, and anyway after what we
have done, my future is in your hands."
She laughed. "Well I guess we are even then. You may remember I talked a
little about my dead brother. His name was Alan and he was about 4 years
older than I was. We became lovers and that is really all there is to it."
"How did it happen that you got involved with your brother Trish?"
Chapter 5 - Trish's Story
Its really a long story Steve and I suppose I have wanted be able to
talk about it since Alan died 2 years ago, but have not been able to until
now, but if you are interested ....
"If it will help you I would love to hear your story Trish. Lets get
comfortable and you can tell me all about it."
Trish went into her room and brought back her pillows. We packed these
and mine against the headboard and settled comfortably back. Trish held my
closest hand in hers and for about 20 seconds seemed to stare into space
then started..
I had my thirteenth birthday about a month before you and I met, and
Alan died when I was 11. It all started very innocently when I was quite
young, in fact I think I was about 7 and it was a couple of years after I
started school. Up to that age I cannot remember ever seeing a boy without
clothes, not even babies. Mum made sure that we never saw each other nude
and whenever I asked where babies came from, Mum would just say, "You will
find out when you are older."
I knew boys looked and acted differently, but apart from that I never
gave it a lot of thought. Alan was about 11 when I found out just how
different boys and girls really were. One day he walked into the bathroom
while I was having a bath and just stood and stared, then walked out without
saying a word. I can remember wondering what he was looking at because I
still had no idea boys were different from girls. It must sound strange now,
but I can remember all this quite clearly.
Later that week our parents had to both go to a church prayer meeting
and decided that, as it was held in the afternoon, it was safe to leave us
alone for the hour they would be away. Alan had been told to look after me
and I was made to promise to do everything he said. I was in my bedroom
getting changed into my swimming togs when he came in and stood watching me
as I took off my clothes. It was then that I noticed for the first time that
his briefs had a bulge in the front. I asked what he had tucked down there,
but I think he was embarrassed as he turned and walked out and never said
any more about it.
About 3 weeks later Dad was away on business and Mum wanted to spend the
afternoon with the lady next door so left us her phone number and said we
could stay home and play. On the way to my room I happened to walk into the
bathroom to find Alan was standing at the toilet. He didn't hear me and I
could hear the sound of trickling water, and thought he was pouring
something into the toilet. I walked up alongside him and noticed that he had
this funny looking tube in his hand. It looked just like a soft finger and
water was coming out of it.
I was intrigued and asked, "What have you got there?"
I think I gave him a dreadful fright because he jumped and sprayed pee
all over the floor and me. It was at that moment that I realized that the
funny tube thing was sticking out of his shorts and must be a part of him,
not something he was holding. It hit me with quite a shock as for the first
time I realized that boys had something that I did not have and that this
was how he was having a pee. I think the shock of seeing me there and the
mess all over the floor upset him and he yelled at me.
I just looked at him in surprise, "Don't be silly Alan, I'll help you
clean up."
This only took a minute to clean the floor but I also had to take off my
dress, rinse it and throw it in the laundry basket. If Mum had asked I would
have told her I spilt something on it. Even at that age I was very good at
planning ahead.
Once we were finished cleaning up his pee I said, "I'm not going to say
anything if you won't, but what is that that funny thing you have in your
pants."
He was quite indignant and said, "It is not a FUNNY thing. It is called
a cock, and I pee out of it."
I asked, "Could I could see it?" and he replied, "Only if you let me see
you as well."
"I suppose so."
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom and said, "You go first."
"That's not fair cos you have seen me in the bath and I wanted to see
your thingie."
He refused unless I took off my panties first. I gave in and lay on the
bed when he suddenly grabbed my ankles and holding them apart he stood and
looked at me. I felt very odd to have someone staring at me there and tried
to bring my legs together but he was stronger and wouldn't let me. I think I
decided he was not going to hurt me and started to relax which he must have
sensed when he asked, "Can I touch you?"
I wondered why he would want to do that, but said, "I suppose so."
He lowered my legs to the bed then started rubbing his finger up and
down between my `front bum' as the girl's at school used to call it. As I
realized that this was feeling quite nice, I lifted my knees up so he could
feel me more.
At that moment we heard the click of the front door lock, so I rushed
into my own room and quickly put some clothes on. I can remember feeling
frightened that we had nearly been caught, but also disappointed that our
lovely game had to stop. I had still not seen him without his pants on, and
I waited for days for a chance to try our game again, but it must have been
a month before we could continue.
Then the week came when Dad was again away on business for two weeks and
would not be back until Friday the following week. One of Mum's friends had
asked if she wanted to go shopping and stay out for lunch. Mum asked if we
wanted to come but we could not think of anything worse so said no thanks so
Mum made sandwiches for us and left Alan in charge.
As soon as the car left, Alan came up and said do you want to play
`Doctors and Nurses' again.
I asked, "What's that?"
"It's where we look and touch each other," he replied
I said, "Yes please."
"Come into the bedroom."
Alan took my hand, and led me to his room where we removed all our
clothes and he asked me to lie on the bed.
I said, "No fair, I went first last time, I want to look at you." I
think he was quite disappointed but lay on the bed and opened his legs. I
was utterly fascinated by the look of his soft cock, then discovered the
funny little bag below it.
I felt it and said, "What are these for?"
He said, "I dunno, but they are called balls."
I continued this game then suddenly realized that the soft floppy tube I
had been feeling was getting harder.
Alan said, "Rub it up and down," and I wanted to know why.
He said, "Cos it feels real good."
I took it in both hands and started rubbing the floppy skin up as it got
bigger and harder until I suppose it was about 4" long. He started moaning
and jerking his hips around, when suddenly some sticky white stuff shot out
the end and all over my hands.
I stopped rubbing his cock and said, "YUCK. You are peeing on me.".
He yelled at me, "Don't stop, keep rubbing pleeeeese."
My hands were already messy and I realized that the stuff made his cock
slippery and easier to rub so I continued until this odd white stuff stopped
squirting out. Alan lay there with his eyes closed and was so still that I
got quite worried and said, "Are you O/K Alan?"
He opened his eyes and grinned, "Yeh! I'm fine. Gosh Trish, that was
fantastic. It has never felt that good before"
"What's that mucky white stuff?"
"Some boys at school were talking about it and they said it is called
cum or spunk but some others called it semen. It is somehow supposed to make
babies but I don't know how. This is only the third time it has squirted out
like that. The first time was about a month ago when I got an itch in my
cock and I started to rub it. It felt so good and suddenly it felt like it
was exploding and this stuff came out. I did it again last week but when you
rubbed it, it was so much better."
"Well, perhaps we had better clean up in case Mum comes home. If she
sees us like this, were dead."
After we washed, and remembering how we had almost been caught the last
time, we lay our clothes on the chair ready to put on in a hurry then Alan
said, "It's my turn now, and I want to have a real close look at you."
I lay sideways on the bed with my legs open while Alan got down on his
knees and spread the sides of my slit open. He started rubbing his finger up
and down inside my slit then said, "Hey! You have a tiny little cock in
there. What does it feel like when I rub it?"
"Ouch, that hurt! Not so hard dummy"
"Sorry Trish, how is that now?" as he tickled it very gently.
"Oh! It's giving me a nice tingly feeling in my tummy. Keep going. Hey!
Your cock is getting hard. Are you going to squirt that stuff again?"
"Not unless we rub it I think, it just gets hard by itself."
Just at that interesting moment, there was a click from the front door.
We frantically dressed and ran to greet Mum and her friend while trying to
look as innocent as possible. When I thought about our games that night, I
had to smile when I remembered Alan trying desperately to get his hard cock
into his underpants.
Chapter 6 - Trish's Story continued
It was over a month later before we had another chance although we were
both constantly looking for an opportunity to continue our fun game. Until
then we had never been really close, and like most families, we fought a
lot. Suddenly we had an interest that we both enjoyed plus having to keep it
a secret seemed to bring us closer together.
Finally we had another chance. Dad was again going away on business and
wanted Mum to go with him for a break. She wanted to go but all our family
lived in the adjoining State, and she did not know whom she could get to
look after us. She was talking to the lady next door and she said she was
quite happy for us to sleep and have our meals there, which had the
advantage that we could come back to our house to play. Although Dad did not
have to start work until Monday, they decided to leave after lunch on Sunday
to get there in plenty of time.
We waved goodbye then went next door and asked if it was O/K to play at
home with our toys and what time we had to be back for tea. She said that
was fine as long as we returned before 6:00 when her husband came home from
golf. This gave us 4 hours so we rushed home and had our clothes off as
quickly as we could.
This time Alan said, "There is a group of older boys at school that hide
behind the garden shed and smoke. The other day I hid behind a tree and I
was able to listen to them talking. One had a Playboy Magazine they looked
at the pictures and were talking about sex and stuff like that.
"What is Playboy?"
He explained, "It's a magazine full of pictures of women with no clothes
on. The boys seemed to get excited as they read it and I heard one tell the
others that the man puts his cock in a hole between the girls legs and moves
it in and out until he squirted some stuff out."
"I didn't understand this and asked one of my friends about it later. I
said that it sounded funny to put your cock in a girl's bum. He laughed at
me and said I was stupid, and that girls have another hole called a cunt.
You push your cock in and out of their cunt, and after a while white stuff
shoots out and, if the girl is old enough it makes a baby. He said the girl
has to be really OLD to make a baby, older than me, maybe even 15, so I
don't think you can make one."
He wanted to see where the hole was so asked me to lie sideways on the
bed with my legs hugged up to my chest so that he could have a very close
look. Actually if felt kinda strange to have someone looking up there.
He knelt beside the bed and held my thighs apart. "Hey! Bobby was right,
you DO have 2 holes down here. This is your bum," and he stuck his finger a
little way in but I didn't really like it and said so, then, "This must be
the baby making hole," and pushed his finger in.
I yelled, "Ow! That hurts, don't be so rough," and tried to close my
legs.
"Sorry Trish, the older boys said that my cock would fit in easily and
as my finger was a lot smaller, I thought it would go in easily."
"Well it doesn't, and you are not going to touch me there again unless
you are more careful and promise to stop if it hurts."
"Maybe my cock is softer than my finger, can I try if I promise to be
careful?"
I was a bit scared but he pleaded and in the end I said, "Do it if you
like but you must stop if I say to." He agreed so I rubbed his cock until it
was hard then he lay on top of me and tried to stick it. It seemed to stick
and hurt so I made him stop. He asked me to lie sideways on the bed again
and knelt down so he could look right between my legs.
I could feel him pulling on the sides of my hole and said, "What are you
doing?"
"I am trying to look inside your baby hole. Actually there seems to be
something in the way, open your legs as wide as you can and let me look
again."
Again I felt him poking inside me. This time it just felt funny but
didn't hurt because I think he was being a bit more careful.
"There is a sort of skin inside with a hole in it. Does this hurt?" as I
felt him poking around in me. I told him that it felt weird but nice in an
odd sort of way.
"I think as long as my finger goes in the hole in the skin, it seems
O/K. It must have hurt before cos I poked at the skin. I don't understand
how a big cock can go in there."
"Perhaps the skin has to stretch first, does it look as if it can?"
"Maybe, I don't know, but you are right, I will have to be careful or it
might tear. Hey, where do you pee from, is it from the end of the tiny cock
you have. I think it is what the older boys called that a clit."
I giggled. "That's a funny name. No I don't think I pee from there, it
seems to be more underneath, I just pee and I never really thought about
it."
"Well I have to go now, what about you? Would you like to watch me pee
and I will watch you."
"That sounds like fun."
We went to the bathroom and I stood beside the bowl while Alan had a
pee. It was fascinating to see the yellow stream come out of the same hole
the white stuff came from. I wondered how different stuff came out of the
same little hole and didn't get all mixed up. I decided that was something I
would investigate later.
Then it was my turn. I sat down on the seat but Alan said that he could
not see properly. I tried sitting different ways but however I sat, he said
that he would not be able to see, then he said, "I know, how about the bath.
I will warm it up with some hot water and you can lie on your back and lift
your legs up."
He ran a few inches of hot water and swished it around to warm the bath
then got a towel from the laundry basket and folded it to make a pad for my
head. I lay down and he lifted my legs up over the edge of the bath while he
knelt down between and watched. I took me quite a while to make the pee come
cos it felt funny trying to go like that, but in the end I felt it start and
I had to laugh because it nearly hit Alan in the face.
"That's funny, there is a tiny hole on the edge of the baby hole that I
didn't see before and it comes from there. Since you cannot see I will show
where all your parts are," Alan said as he started touching me all over
between my legs.
"This is your clit," as he tickled the end, "and here is your bum,"
while rubbed his finger around the edge, "this is your baby making hole," as
he touched me there. Then touching the end of his finger on my pee hole,
said, "and here is where your pee comes from."
"Don't do that please, I liked all the rest but that feels funny and
hurts a bit," so he stopped. We washed and dried ourselves and returned to
the bedroom.
We lay together on the bed and played with each other until I was
getting the tingly feeling and Alan was getting very hard, then I noticed
that the end of his cock was getting wet and said, "Alan you are peeing
again."
"No I'm not, it seems to come before I shoot the cum out. I asked the
older boys and they say it is a sort of oil to make the cock slippery."
By then, the end of Alan's cock was getting very wet so I decided to see
if the clear stuff on the end tasted O/K so I got some on my finger and
tasted a bit. Alan was right, and in fact I quite liked the taste so I
started licking the end.
"My God Trish, that feels great, keep doing it."
The more I licked it, the more it seemed to get the warm salty flavor
that I liked so I started sucking the head until suddenly Alan said, "Shit,
I am going to squirt."
I grabbed the towel we had ready and rubbed his cock rapidly until he
started jerking his hips up and down while saying, "Shit, Shit, Shit,
ooooooo"
When he had finished squirting I decided that since the clear stuff
tasted nice, I would try the white stuff so I scooped some from the towel.
It had an odd taste, but I didn't mind it at all. I wiped Alan's cock clean
with the towel and lay along side him and slowly played with it again while
he gently rubbed his finger up and down my slit. I was watching it to see
when it would get hard again as I loved watching the way it would get stiff
when I played with it and go soft again when I stopped. This was cool fun,
almost as if I was controlling my big brother.
He said, "I want to try something the older boys told me they do."
"It won't hurt will it?"
"No, at school they say that many girls love it. Let me lay on the bed
and you get on top of me. No not that way," as I climbed on facing him,
"Turn around with your head toward my feet."
Suddenly I felt all tingly and realized that he was licking me down
below. He stopped for a second and said, "While I do this, you can suck the
end of my cock."
The feeling of his tongue sliding up and down over my slit was really
nice. I felt him spread the sides open with his hands and then he suddenly
gave a tiny nip on the end of my little bump. This made me jump as it felt
like an electric shock and nearly made me bite his cock. He started sucking
on my bump and then nipped it then returned to sucking it. The sensations
this was producing were lovely and I started to suck on the head of his
cock.
Then he switched from my bump to my baby hole and back to my bump. I
loved the feel of his tongue in my hole when he said, "Shit Trish I am going
to squirt again, I can't stop. Oh! Oh! Oh!" and he started bucking and I
could do nothing but try and swallow his cum as it squirted out. I actually
didn't find it too bad, but then I was to busy trying to push my slit into
Alan's face.
Alan collapsed and stopped licking me, so I rolled off and lay beside
him. As we recovered, he looked at the clock and said, "It is almost 6:00pm
so we had better go next door for dinner."
We showered together, changed our clothes, as our's seemed to smell of
sex and locked the house for the evening.
The next day after breakfast we excused ourselves from our neighbor and
returned to our house. Alan wanted to try and stick his cock in me again but
I was worried it would hurt. I did want to try but it seemed so big compared
to my tiny baby hole, so I made him agree to wait until he had made a lot of
the oily stuff. We repeated everything we had done the day before and I
enjoyed every minute. I did not seem to feel the strong feelings that Alan
did, but he seemed to think it was because I was too young.
After we had explored each other for a while, Alan said he wanted to try
my baby hole so I sat astride him. I gently lowered myself onto his cock and
the head went in easily. It felt so weird and full, but when I tried to go
further it hurt, so we stopped and I rubbed his cock until it squirted again
and by then we were both very tired but happy so we lay there for a while
and hugged each other. We had chores to do so decided that we had better do
them before our parents came home.
We continued like this for over a year, taking advantage of every chance
to make love as we found it was called. We discovered that his cock was
called a penis, my baby hole was a vagina. My bump was not a `tiny penis'
but was called a clitoris and so on. Each time we were together, we would
try to make love properly but we didn't force it. I think his penis went in
a tiny bit further each time but we could never go all the way, and I never
had an orgasm, which was another big word we learned.
Some times because there was no opportunity, we had to go a month or
more between each time we made love and found this hard. Our parents were
surprised that we no longer fought and squabbled the way we used to, and
that Alan now seemed to want to help me with my homework. They were just
grateful for the peace, little realizing that during the nights Alan was
helping me, he had his fingers inside my panties and I had my hand in his
trousers. We had worked out that we could do this sitting at my desk without
being seen even if someone walked past. It was better than nothing.
After about 18 months like this, I reached my 9th birthday while Alan
was now 13. Our parents let me have a party with all my girlfriends. I never
told any of them what we did although I was very tempted to when the other
girls sometime talked about boys and the things they did. They decided to
have a night on the town and Alan agreed to supervise it although he would
be the only boy there. It started at 4:00 and my parents watched until 6:00
then satisfied that all was going well, they left for the evening saying
that the party was to finish at 8:00 but they would not be home till after
1:00 am so don't wait up. Alan did a marvelous job of keeping my friends
busy and by 8:30, all my girlfriends had been picked up by their parents. I
did notice that he took every opportunity to look up my girl friends skirts
as they sat on the floor and I have to admit I felt a bit jealous. After
they had left, it took us about an hour to tidy up and we decided to head to
bed. One bed of course and we wasted no time in almost attacking each other.
I really loved my big brother and would do anything for him.
Within 15 minutes his penis was a slippery pole and I decided to try
squatting on it as I had done each time we were together. We always tried
with me on top so I could stop if it hurt but this time I was unusually wet
myself and to my amazement, as I lowered myself I something seemed give way
and there was a stinging sensation. Not very bad and I was amazed to find
that I was now sitting with Alan's cock completely inside. Neither of us
could believe it and we just stared at the sight of my protruding clit,
pushed out by his penis inside me. We looked at each other and I lay forward
on his chest and kissed him, then started moving up and down. It was so
tight but I loved the intense full feeling and the marvelous sensations as
he started twiddling my little clit and adding this to the new sensation I
was experiencing.
Just at that moment he said, "Shit Trish! I am going to shoot inside
you."
A lightening bolt seemed to go off inside me and I could do nothing more
than hold on to his shoulders while Alan jerked his cock up and down in my
cunt and we seemed to explode together. I collapsed on his chest and when I
recovered, I said, "What was that?"
"That my dear sister, was an orgasm. Now you know what I have been
feeling all along. Great isn't it?"
"Can we do it again right now?" I asked. He grinned and said, "Sorry
Trish, you will have to wait until `IT' recovers", as he nodded toward his
sad, floppy looking penis, "I don't think that you could to do anything with
that."
I realized that I had a very wet feeling between my legs and we looked
to see dribbles of his white stuff trickling down my legs. I said "Yuck,
what a mess," but we were just so happy at succeeding that we had a fit of
the giggles at the sight and fell into each other's arms laughing.
Trish looked at me as she paused relating her story. "I need a drink,
hold on please Steve," and left for the kitchen. The sight of her delightful
bottom leaving the room was almost more than my overexcited penis could
take, and I realized how aroused her story was making me.
Trish returned a few minutes later and made herself comfortable then
continued. "That was the start, and we made love whenever we were able to,
sometimes twice a week, sometimes we had to wait for two months. There were
close calls as we were nearly caught a couple of times but our parents never
did find out. Mum once walked in when I had my hand in Alan's trousers and I
thought that we were dead, but she never noticed because the room was dark
as we only had the desk light on.
When there was no chance of making love properly, we discovered that we
could occasionally make each other reach an orgasm while sitting at the
desk, although I found I normally needed to kiss a lot to make me cum.
Alan would finger fuck me and sometimes this would work, and when it
came to his turn, he would put a paper towel in his pants and I would jack
him off. That way, because we only had a desk light on, we appeared normal
if our parents came in.
I will never forget the day he had just started shooting and Dad walked
in. Alan had to freeze with my hand wrapped around his cock. After I
answered Dad's question and he left the room, Alan almost collapsed. I think
if Dad had seen our faces clearly, he would have known what was going on.
It all finished the terrible day two years ago when Mum got the news
that Alan had drowned. Dad and Alan had been out fishing at the lake and
somehow the boat tipped over. Dad was fine but they think Alan was caught in
some underwater weeds. They recovered his body the next day. I don't even
remember much of the next few weeks, I was so upset and refused to come out
of my room and in the end the doctor put me on some sort of pills."
Chapter 7
She stopped speaking and as I looked at her I could see tears welling
into her eyes. I wiped them and held her until she settled down again and
she continued, "I think Dad blamed himself because he changed. He wouldn't
look at us, and a month later, he didn't return home from work.
It was several days before we heard that he had moved to another branch
of his company. He left Mum the house and the money they had saved, but it
was a dreadful time for us. Now on top of that we have this news about Aunt
Beryl. It seems as if our family is nothing but trouble."
"Please don't say that Trish, it will get better I promise and you have
me now." She seemed to cling to me then gave a shy little smile while
saying, "You are the best thing that has happened to me Steve," then gave me
a long lingering kiss.
"It is school for you tomorrow, so I think we had better go to sleep.
You will stay here in my bed won't you?"
Trish sleepily snuggled down she said, "You couldn't get rid of me now
no matter how you try," and drifted off to sleep with an enigmatic smile on
her pretty face.
The next morning, Trish rose, showered, made breakfast and left for
school. My day progressed normally but my mind kept returning to thoughts of
the previous night. I desperately wanted to make love to her and she seemed
to desire it as well, but couldn't risk her getting pregnant. As I had no
current girl friends I didn't have any condoms and I realized it would look
far too suspicious to just send a girl of Trish's age to the supermarket for
them. In the end I wrote a note and put it in an envelope with enough money.
When Trish had finished her paper round, I gave it to her and asked her to
take it to the local druggist. He gave the parcel back in a sealed bag,
thinking it must have been for her parents I suppose.
When she returned she asked what was in the bag. I showed her the 12
pack of condoms and she jumped on my lap, hugged me and said, "Cool, I
wondered what we were going to do. That will last us about 2 days," then she
collapsed in a fit of giggling. After she recovered her composure, "Sorry,
it just seemed so funny. Hey I have an idea, come with me."
I said, "What do you want to do?" as I grabbed my crutches and followed
her inside.
She went to the Kitchen, made sure that the curtains were drawn then
turned around and reached up and kissed me. I felt her hands around my waist
then suddenly the Lavalava I was wearing was ripped off. She giggled again
and throwing it in the corner, commanded with a grin. "Now you, sit there,"
and pushed me back into a kitchen chair.
She removed her clothes slowly and the sight of her doing this was
enough to make my appendage stir.
"Good, he's going to cooperate," then started giggling again and took
hold of my penis and started tickling it.
It seemed that Trish was in a funny mood but for myself, I was enjoying
the experience as "him downstairs" reached his full height as Trish started
to lick, nibble and suck on the end when suddenly the phone went. Trish was
nearest so she answered it.
"Oh Hi Mum. (pause) Nothing really, I was just having a snack before
tea," then winked at me before collapsing into another fit of giggles.
When she recovered she said, "Its O/K Mum, Steve just pulled a face at
me and made me laugh."
The rest of the conversation became normal and as the phone was a
portable, she sat down beside me and gently caressed my penis while talking.
Then, "Hold on Mum," and handed the phone to me.
Monica said, "Thank you so much for having Patricia to stay. It seems
she is happy and enjoying herself."
It was with great difficulty that I tried to talk normally as a small
mouth was again attacking my penis. I was (just) able to say, "I am
delighted to have her here, she is fun and a joy to have around plus she is
a big help to me," (thinking - little does she know) "and she is welcome to
stay as long as necessary."
I could hardly concentrate any more so I excused myself with the excuse
that I needed to attend to the meal.
I winked back at Trish who had just grabbed the box of condoms from the
table. She took one out saying, "I have never used one of these, what do I
do?" I explained how to fit it, and she rolled it onto my waiting shaft
which brought another fit of giggling, then she then climbed onto my lap and
slowly started to lower herself onto me.
"Shit, your Penis is big and it feels so tight. Alan was a lot smaller
than you are," and she jiggled up and down, gradually working it in until
she was able to take it all and then just stopped while hanging with her
arms around my neck.
"Are you O/K Trish?"
"Yeh! I'm fine, making love in a chair is something I only did once with
Alan and loved it. It's just that your big penis is sooo tight. It is hard
to describe what it is like but I love the full feeling that gives."
She started moving up and down and after all the "pre-treatment" it was
not long before we exploded together and she held onto my neck for dear life
while kissing me frantically. I had to hold her as I think she may have
fallen off as the effects of the orgasm took over.
We stayed coupled for about 10 minutes then she climbed off, removed the
condom, washed and dried my "parts" and showered then came out all bright
and breezy to help with the evening meal.
With that we settled into a pattern of almost domestic bliss, just like
a married couple. Some nights were spent with frantic lovemaking and others,
just quiet times cuddling each other. Although it was difficult to see how
we could have a permanent future, I was falling head over heels in love with
Trish. She may have only been 13 but she was everything I could want in a
wife, very pretty, extremely erotic, quite a good cook, articulate and very
intelligent. In many parts of the world, 13 was old enough to get married
and I found myself wishing we lived somewhere like that.
It was obvious she had an aptitude for computer systems and seemed to
soak up like a sponge what I was teaching her. In fact after 5 weeks, she
came home to say the principal had asked her to help teach the use of
computers to the younger classes. I couldn't help thinking that if only
there wasn't that blasted age gap between us.
Monica rang about every second day but the news of Beryl was getting
progressively worse and it appeared that she was not responding to the
treatment. Monica came back to see Trish for a weekend after a month away
and not having her here for those two days was so hard. I think we both
tried to shut out the future, as we knew it would end one day but I think we
subconsciously hoped that perhaps a miracle would happen to keep us together
but it was not to be.
One fateful day about 7 weeks after Trish came to stay, we got a phone
call to say that Beryl had passed away and her brother had arranged an
airfare for Trish to fly up for the funeral. We were both devastated, both
for Trish's beloved Aunt and because we had to part for a while. She was
away for a week and when she returned, she came around the following day
with the worst possible news.
Monica's brother had a very good business but it meant long hours and as
he had 3 young children to look after, he had persuaded Monica to move in
with him and look after his family as a paid housekeeper. They had decided
to retain the house here but rent it out against the time when Monica may no
longer be needed, but it did mean that Trish would have to move away. She
loved her second family and got on well with them but she didn't want to
leave me. Regrettably there was no possibility of avoiding the inevitable,
as she could not let on why she wanted to stay here.
Our last day together was heart wrenching and made worse because Monica
was there. We could only shake hands and wish each other well. I really
wanted to take hold of her and not let her go, but there was nothing we
could do. We made our farewells as if we were just friends and as the car
left, I was in tears as I hid behind the curtain to watch them drive out of
sight.
My elderly neighbor found a friend willing to help me for the month that
I still had in the cast but increasingly, my thoughts were of Trish as I
wondered if we would ever meet again.
PROLOG
Dear Reader. Perhaps you didn't like the story ending at that point,
well neither did I. The start of this story was inspired by two real life
events, so I put 2 and 2 together and came up with 69.
When I got the inspiration to write this, I had no clear plot in mind,
nor did I have a definite ending. It just seemed to develop as it went
along. I had a family member in a cast much as I described, and the episode
of the Newspaper girl on her bike happened to me less than a year ago
exactly as I narrated it. Only the once regrettably.
Some minor aspects of the sex scenes between Trish and Alan were
inspired by events in my past more years ago than I care to think about but
the rest is pure fiction.
Since I am the narrator, I decided to look into the future and take a
leaf from Science Fiction theory that deals with divergent possibilities.
This is where every possible action results in several new realities. I
gazed into my Crystal Ball (in truth, a bottle of wine) to see what would
happen to Steve and Trish.
Most endings I discarded but two had possibilities:
Option 1: Steve and Trish corresponded for a while but gradually grew
apart. At age seventeen, Trish formed a relationship with a boy near her own
age and became pregnant. They married, had a reasonably happy life although
Trish was always vaguely unhappy with unfulfilled expectations. Steve
continued with his career, and a number of years later met and married a
lady but never had children.
POLL
NEWSPAPER GIRL - Which ending would you choose?
Option 1
Option 2
Results
Option 2: Steve and Trish corresponded regularly and after he escaped
from his cast, he was invited to spend a week with Trish's second family. He
accepted the offer and although there was no chance to be alone together,
they were able to talk and found that the feelings that they had were still
as strong. Monica, her brother and their extended family took to Steve in a
big way and seemed to accept him as a surrogate brother to Trish. He became
a frequent visitor and the next school holidays, Steve asked and received
permission for Trish to come and stay for a week. The relationship continued
with contact whenever possible for the next six years and when Trish was
nineteen, they married. Trish was accepted by a prestigious university, so
Steve took a new job near the university to support her while she studied.
Eventually she graduated with honors and in time they formed their own
highly successful software company. Children followed and as far as my
Crystal Ball could see into the future, were happy and contented.
THE END