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   Story_intro: After I'd had a 'taster' so to speak, with Annie, wanted to
experience it again.  Well, that's not exactly true, I wanted MORE, much
more.  Being just turned 14 (I might have even been a year younger, I'm not
sure), it was quite easy getting close to other kids, as no-one questioned
a group of kids playing together, plus I had a younger brother so they
played with him too.  Where I lived back then there were a lot of young
families, so there were a lot of kids in the area.  One of the families
that lived there had amongst them, a girl around 8 and a boy around 6.  I
seem to recall there was also a baby, and there was also an older sister
who was about 9/10, but she didn't seem that approachable.  The 8 year old
girl was called Rosemary, and her brother was Andrew, and they originally
came from Scotland somewhere; Glasgow I think, I'm not sure but they all
had strong Scottish accents, which made them even cuter - in my eyes
anyway!
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   This is the second story in a series of entirely true stories which were
told to me.
   Obviously, I have changed names, locations, etc to protect those
involved.
   It is reproduced pretty much how it happened with no embellishments at
all, and told in the first person.
   All I have done is simply put it in story form and hopefully, made it
grammatically correct and in so doing, made it readable.

   True Stories 02: Rosie & Andy
   Written by
   PART ONE: ROSIE
   After I'd had a 'taster' so to speak, with Annie, wanted to experience
it again.  Well, that's not exactly true, I wanted MORE, much more.  Being
just turned 14 (I might have even been a year younger, I'm not sure), it
was quite easy getting close to other kids, as no-one questioned a group of
kids playing together, plus I had a younger brother so they played with him
too.  Where I lived back then there were a lot of young families, so there
were a lot of kids in the area.  One of the families that lived there had
amongst them, a girl around 8 and a boy around 6.  I seem to recall there
was also a baby, and there was also an older sister who was about 9/10, but
she didn't seem that approachable.  The 8 year old girl was called
Rosemary, and her brother was Andrew, and they originally came from
Scotland somewhere; Glasgow I think, I'm not sure but they all had strong
Scottish accents, which made them even cuter - in my eyes anyway!
   As I said, it was the '70's so it wasn't like it is today, where parents
are so paranoid that some kids have NEVER been allowed 'out' to play other
than in their own garden.  Personally I don't think it's any less safer now
than it was then, people just THINK it is, largely thanks to certain
newspapers.  Anyhow, all the kids knew one another and stuff.  I was never
one to be part of a large group of people, and I'm still like that now, so
often I'd pick a friend to play with and we'd go off and play together. 
This was how most of my 'special' friendships as I like to call them
started.  Incidentally, not sure if I mentioned this before or not, but
EVERYTHING I've ever done, be they boy or girl, has ALWAYS without
exception been consensual.  I know the law says they can't consent, but
what I mean is everything I done, or they done to me was by mutual
agreement; I've ALWAYS said that I wouldn't do anything they didn't want me
to do, and I would not force them to do anything they didn't want to do
either.  For me, half the pleasure is them getting pleasure..if that makes
sense?
   Rosie wasn't the prettiest girl in the world to be honest, but she
wasn't ugly either.  She was average size for an 8 year old, with quite
short light brown hair.  Her most striking feature, apart from her strong
Scottish accent of course, were her freckles.  She had quite a few and they
were large, but they added to her cuteness I reckon.  being the '70's, she
was dressed as most girls did back then, and that was in a dress.  It was
also school summer holidays so it was warm being July/August.  Also in the
1970's dresses were a lot shorter back then; well above the knee.  This is
how Rosie was dressed this particular day when we first done anything.  She
had a summer dress on, one of those sleeveless types.  I remember it was a
lilac colour, with flowers on it, and had like a white lace trim round the
collar, arm holes and on the hem.  Again, as was the norm back then, she
had on white knee length socks - which was probably where my love of little
girls in white knee length socks started, as I much prefer them to ankle
socks!  The outfit was completed with a pair of plastic sandals, I think
they call them 'jellies'?
   So, Rosie and I got fed up playing with the others, and as we got on
very well together, we wandered off to play on our own.  As we walked I
asked her if she wanted a piggy back to which she replied yes.  This became
a firm method of mine to get the ball rolling.  I soon realised most kids
love being 'piggy-backed' and it's simple to start a little touching to see
what the response is.  I don't use it EVERY time, I just play it by ear and
use that method if it looks likely to work.  So I bent down, and she
climbed on my back,legs around my waist, arms around my neck.  We walked
about a bit, and I generally clowned around, jumping about and making her
laugh and giggle.  After a short while instead of holding her legs round my
waist as normal, I moved my hands upward a bit so I was holding her by her
thighs.  After a short while of holding her that way I moved my hands round
to the back and held her with both hands on her bum.  She made no complaint
or comment about that, and saw that as the go ahead to go further.  As we
went along, with my hands on her soft little bum cheeks I started to caress
her through the material.  Her bum was soft, but firm.  I done this for a
number of minutes, and there was still no complaints from Rosie.  I then
started to do it more openly.  After looking around to make sure no-one was
in earshot of us I said to her quietly,
   'Do you like that?' Either she was playing dumb or she genuinely didn't
know what I was talking about.  Personally I think she was playing dumb.
   'Like what?' she asked.
   'This' I said, squeezing her bum cheeks harder.
   'Yeah, it feels nice!'she told me.
   'I can make it feel even nicer if you want, it's up to you though, I
said
   'How?'
   'Let me do it up your dress instead of over it' I replied.
   She thought about it for a couple of seconds.
   'Someone might see?' she said.
   'Not if we both keep our eyes open' I told her, 'we can go somewhere
quiet, and anyway if we see anyone, I'll whip my hands back out'
   'Okay' Rosie said, 'just so long as no-one sees'
   So I slipped my hands up the back of her dress so that I was rubbing her
cute little bum through the flimsy material of her knickers.  I'd been
doing it for less then a minute when Rosie kissed the back of my neck
briefly,
   'Mmm, that DOES feel nicer you doing it that way!' she informed me.
   'I can make you feel EVEN nicer' I told her quietly, but we'd have to go
somewhere where no-one would see or hear us' I said.  She was quiet for a
moment as if she was going to ask me what it was I could do, but seemed to
change her mind.  It seemed she was less bothered about WHAT we done, and
was more concerned about WHERE we'd do it!
   'Where can we go?' she asked.
   'Leave it to me, I'll find somewhere' I told her.
   At that time I lived on a housing estate that consisted of low-rise
flats, about three or four storeys high.  Back then there were none of
these high-tech security doors or entry phones that you have nowadays. 
There were double doors on the front and back entrances, which were
normally held open by a hook at the back, which you simply undone to close.
Most blocks had then hooked back.  I suggested to Rosie that we use one of
these blocks; one that I knew was pretty quiet without too much coming and
going.
   We lived by a railway line which had steep banks to it and was partially
obscured by some garage buildings.  I had previously suggested to Rosie
that we climb the fence, and as there was a lot of shrubbery and bushes we
could get into, we could go there.  She wasn't very keen at all, as she
said her Mum had told her not to climb that fence, and she'd get into
trouble if anyone saw her.  Looking back, that's quite funny really; it's
okay to have sex with someone, but don't you DARE climb that fence! 
Anyhow, she agreed to one of the 'quieter' blocks of flats so that was
where we headed.
   Obviously the first thing we done was to listen out and make sure we
couldn't hear any noises, particularly the sound of anyone coming down the
stairs - there wasn't any lifts in these places - or the sound of anyone
near their entrance doors preparing to come out.  Once we were satisfied
that all was quiet we quickly and quietly unhooked the main entrance doors.
Rosie looked up at me with her pixie freckled face and smiled.
   'You okay?'I whispered, acutely aware that the slightest sound in the
block echoed.
   'Yeah' she replied quietly.  I held my hand out to her, and she took it
as we made our way up the staircase.  I settled on being half-way up the
stairs, so that if anyone came into the block downstairs, or came out of
their block, we would have at least a few seconds to adjust ourselves and
do our best to make it look like nothing untoward was going on.  It was
nothing unusual for kids to play in the blocks or to sit on the stairs
talking.  I instructed Rosie on what to do if we heard a noise or I told
her to "act normally", and I also told her that it had to be done VERY
quickly and at all times we needed to be VERY quiet.  It was easy for her
really, because all she had to do was drop her dress!  Okay, her knickers
might be down, but if she dropped her dress down who was to know?  It was
certainly easier than trying to stuff a hard cock back in your trousers
anyway - even if it was only a teenage one!
   So we sat half-way up (or was it half-way down?  -depends on your view
of life I suppose!), the stairs.  I was nervous to the point of shaking,
but I knew I wasn't going to turn back now I'd come this far.  God knows
how Rosie was feeling and I kept checking she was okay.  We sat there next
to each other and I put my right arm round her.  When I done this she
snuggled into me.  With my left hand I placed my fingers gently on her chin
and turned her to look me in the eyes, and I placed a light kiss on her
lips.
   'You okay?' I asked for the umpteenth time, to which she nodded.
   'If I do anything you don't like or you want me to stop, just say okay?'
Again she nodded.
   'You sure you want to do this?  You don't have to' I told her.
   'I know' she replied softly, 'and yes I do'.  I hugged her tightly and
kissed her lips again, a bit longer than last time.  Then kissing her for a
third time, I run my tongue across her lips and into her sweet little 8
year old mouth.  She was a little surprised I think, but didn't seem
shocked, as she caught on very quickly and responded with her tongue.  As
we kissed I moved my hand down her back and began caressing her little bum,
which I slowly moved round to her thigh and began to stroke.  Before long
my hand was inside her thigh stroking the top near my ultimate goal - her
sweet little pussy.  All the time my fingers were moving closer and closer
to her pussy until my fingertips lightly stroked the tip of her knicker
clad mons.  I felt Rosie jolt as we connected and she let out a little
gasp. I moved my fingers closer and applied a little more pressure, and
there was definitely a wetness to the material.
   'Mmm...feels nice!' she murmured.
   'It gets nicer' I told her, 'stand up sweetheart'
   Rosie did as she was asked, and I motioned for her to stand on a step
higher than I was sitting to make her lower half more level with me.  I put
a hand on each side of her and stroked the back of her legs starting just
above her knees and going upwards under her dress to her bum, where each
hand squeezed the soft little cheek it found there before making the return
journey.  My left hand continued in that manner whereas I bought my right
hand to the front of her right leg.  I again ventured upward only this time
of course, my hand reached her covered little pussy, and I cupped it
gently. Rosie opened her legs a bit to give me better access.  I left my
hand cupped between her legs, rubbing her mons with the palm of my hand.  I
stretched out my index finger and traced her slit through the material from
her bum crack, across her vaginal opening, up to the top of her little
slit. With my thumb I felt for the hard little nubbin of her love button,
and pressed on it with a circular motion.  I could feel Rosie push her
pelvis against it.
   'OOh that feels good' she whispered.
   'Lift your dress up for me?' I asked her softly.
   Rosie's hand came down to the hem of her little summer dress and lifted
it up above her belly button.  I saw her knickers then for the first time.
I knew the family didn't have a lot of money, so I guessed poor little
Rosie was like me, and got the hand-me downs from her older sister, as I
did from my brother.  It looked like the knickers may have been too.  At
least my underwear was always bought for me new.  Rosie's knickers were
threadbare, and looked like they'd seen better days.  They were a greyish
colour, whereas I think they started off as being white.  The waistband and
leg holes were frayed, with elastic on one leg hole gone completely.  They
were also a bit tight on her, not that any of this mattered to me a jot
really.  This was my first "proper" little girl and to my mind she was just
sexy.  They looked a little stained in places and there was a definite
little damp patch at the front.  To me she was just sexy, and I was so
worked up, that she could have been covered in shit and piss and I wouldn't
have cared.
   I continued to thumb her little clit, and Rosie unconsciously it seemed,
pressed and gyrated her pelvis while making little pleasurable noises.  I
slipped my other hand down the back of her knickers feeling her bum.  The
skin was smooth as I rubbed my finger along the crack of her bum, every so
often stopping to probe her anal entrance to see if Rosie protested at all.
I'm happy to say she didn't!  I stopped thumbing her love button, much to
Rosie's disappointment.  I replaced that action by pulling the gusset of
knickers to one side and slipping my fingers under the material, and I got
my first real feel of little girl pussy, and how delightful it felt!
   Her skin was smooth, and of course being only 8 years old, no sign of
any growth of hair.  As I traced her little slit, I felt a slippy moisture.
I bought the knuckle of my index finger up and rubbed it into her pussy. 
My cock was by now bursting at the seams, and I was leaking copious amounts
of pre-cum making a gooey mess in my own underwear, but I was having the
time of my life.  I was still nervous about it all, as was Rosie and we
both jumped and then stayed stock still at every slightest sound, through
fear of being caught.  I then bought my hands up to the waistband of
Rosie's knickers.  I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and looked up at her.
   'Is it okay?' I asked.  Rosie nodded her assent.  I slowly pulled her
knickers down so that they were to her mid thigh.  They were low enough for
me to get proper access, not to mention a good look, but high enough that
should we be interrupted, all Rosie had to do was drop the hem of her dress
and no-one would know her knickers were down - unless they could look up it
of course.  That was when I saw her sweet little pussy for the first time
in all it's glory.  I'd seen grown women's pussies in porn mags of course,
big bushy hairy twats, with flabby bums and sagging tits, but not one of
them compared to the sight in front of me now.  Tightly closed, devoid of
any hair, a lovely little perfect slit.  I knew from that moment on, that a
women's hairy pussy with it's dangling lips would always be second best
compared to a little girls.  From that moment, I just knew I was hooked on
little girls sweet hairless vagina's and bums, and later on, little boys
cocks and bums.  Although I would go on to have "proper" girl friends and
get married, they would really be second best to my preferred type - kids!
   I just sat there for a few minutes gazing at the sight in front of me,
hardly believing it was happening.  My face was only a few inches from her
and I could smell her sex, which added to my excitement.  I could also see
that the gusset of her knickers were stained.  I could see a few dried wee
marks and a couple of faint light brown skid marks.  I held my hands on her
hips and gently turned her round.  Oh that little bum was exquisite!  It
was soft, yet firm, and a lot whiter than the rest of her back.  I gently
squeezed her cheeks as Rosie leaned forward a bit and opened her legs a
little more so that I could get a better look.  I was surprised at how
clean her tight little anus actually was; for some reason I thought it
would be dirty.  I turned her back round and continued to rub her little
slit.  Rosie was enjoying my attention with little quiet moans and her
breathing speeded up a little.  I could feel her little slit getting
wetter, which also surprised me as I didn't know little girls could do
that. I was on a very steep learning curve that day.  I ran my finger along
her tight little crack and when it went between her legs I probed her tight
little rosed bud bum hole.  I pushed a little deeper and my finger tip
parted the tight ring there.  Rosie winced slightly as I probed her, but I
think that was with surprise.  I looked up her and she smiled, nodding her
head to say it was okay.  I pushed my finger in a little more, but not too
much as the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her.
   'Can I kiss you down here?' I whispered to my Rosie.
   'If you want to' she replied.  'What about round the back?' I ventured,
feeling brave.  Rosie nodded.  With my hands on Rosie's hips I pulled her
closer to my face, taking in her smell; her sweet little girl sex, mixed
with the fragrance of urine.  I placed a light kiss on her lower tummy,
just above her pussy.  Then I started to place little light kisses lower
and lower until I was on her mons near to her little pea sized clit.  I
stuck out my tongue making it hard and flicked it across her love button.
   'Oooh, do THAT again!' my little 8 year old lover gasped, 'ooh SO nice'
   I gave her clit another couple of flicks, before running my tongue the
length of her perfect smooth little slit.  By now Rosie was holding her
dress up with just one hand, the other behind my head pulling me closer to
her sex.  I thumbed her outer lips apart, noticing that her pussy was red
from my rubbing.  I then pushed my tongue into her tight little hole.  She
tasted so sweet.  If I'd have died at that moment I'd have been happy as I
was in heaven.  I gently tongue fucked her and Rosie went wild, albeit
quietly.  She was gyrating her hips and pushing her pelvis into my face as
she had the first ever orgasm of her little life, and she held my head
tightly as her body shook and her little legs quivered.
   I stopped a few minutes later and when Rosie had recovered I looked up
at her sweet face.
   'Did that feel nice?' I asked.  Bloody silly question I know, but there
you go.
   She just grinned at me and nodded vigorously.  I gestured for her to sit
down for a while so she could recover fully.  My cock was aching now it was
so hard and I could feel the wetness of my leaking pre-cum.  Not only could
I feel it, the damp patch on the front of my trousers was evident.  Rosie
then surprised me.
   'Can I see your willy?' she asked.
   Fuck, I thought to myself, she don't need to ask that question twice.
   'Course' I told her, 'do you want to get it out or shall I?'
   She reached over and tried to pull the zip down, but couldn't get it to
go.  This was caused mostly by the trousers actually being tight, the fact
I was sitting down, and of course, my raging hard-on!
   So I reached for my zip and tugged it down, and then released my
uncircumcised cock from my pants.  Rosie's eyes widened a bit as it sprang
out.
   'Oh it's bigger than my brothers' she said to me quietly.
   'How old's he?' I asked
   'Six!'
   'No wonder then' I told her, 'I'm 8 years older than him!  Do you want
to touch it?'
   Rosie looked at it and shook her head.
   'Maybe I will next time' she told me.  I was disappointed but accepted
her decision as I'd told her I would.  Anyway, I was excited as she
mentioned NEXT TIME - so she obviously wanted to do it again.  At the time
we heard a young boy calling out Rosie's name, so I quickly pushed my cock
back into my trousers and zipped up.  I signalled to Rosie to pull her
knickers back up, which I must admit she done at lightning speed, and I was
impressed.
   'It's ma wee brother' she whispered to me.  We could tell he was at the
back of the block so I suggested we go out the front way.
   We made our way out, and a minute or so later we saw a small blond
haired boy round the corner.
   'That's Andrew' Rosie informed me, 'my brother!' I knew she had a
younger brother and older sister.  I knew her sister but this was the first
time I'd seen Andrew.  When he saw us he said 'Mum wants you Rosie'
   'I best go' she said to me, 'I'll try and get back after'
   'Okay' I told her and winked at her.
   I expected Andrew to go with Rosie, but he didn't and stayed there with
me.
   'Where were you's?'Andy asked
   'Oh we were sitting on the stairs in the block there' I said pointing,
'talking, mucking about, and it's cooler in there'
   'Yeah it's hot!' he said to me.  'Shall we go back in there?'
   'If you want to' I replied.
   As we walked to the block of flats I wondered if Andrew's body would be
as cute as his sister's.  I'd never tried it with a boy, but was pretty
sure I'd like it.  I also wondered whether he'd be as receptive as his
sister.  Hmm, I wondered..........
   END OF PART ONE
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   In part two, we find out if Andrew IS as receptive,and if so, how
receptive.........
   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
  
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