Copyright (c) 2004,   Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved



Story_codes: (bg, oral, mast, inc, shave, body odour, sweat, puberty, 1st, cons)

Story_intro: Charlie discovers that his little sister Suzy is begining to grow up.  She learns 
that he is too.




Clayton's Kids - Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow

Copyright (C) Clayton 2004.

By Clayton  <clayton@nym.alias.net>
Or Clayton <clyaton@mrdouble.com>

G'day.  Back again.  With another tale that will have you
cursing me. <I hope>

Disclaimer:
This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity described
herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that
took place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly
believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the
innocence of a child.  Besides, I derive much pleasure from
the company of children, playing with them or simply watching
them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily
heightened sense of pleasure.

If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to
tell you to go away, so, "Go away!"  Common sense says you're
going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your
parents find you in possession of this document or your cum
causes your space bar to stop working.

If this type of material is illegal in your city, state,
country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency"
in place of "parents".

If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or
any other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend
you as much as possible.  People like you who would force
others to fit your narrow minded little world views are a
blight upon the landscape.  My personal philosophy is that of
"Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to do and think
as they please such that their actions do not adversely impact
on the lives of others.


Oh, and to those couple of authors who have seen fit to
'borrow' my disclaimer.  I don't really mind that you have
done so, and in fact I'm a little bit flattered.  However, it
would have been nice of you to ask first.




Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow.

Written by Clayton


	"Eew gross!" Charlie cried as his little sister finally succeeded in pinning him to the 
floor of the rumpus room.  She might have been eighteen months younger than him, but she very 
nearly matched him in height, furthermore, she made up for any deficiencies with buzz-saw 
ferocity.

	He never wanted to get into a real fight with Suzy, back in second grade, she'd made a 
real bloody mess of a sixth-grader twice her size who had been bullying one of the 'little 
kids' as she put it, and she'd only gotten meaner and bigger in the two years since.  However, 
these wrestling games they played were fun, and provided she played within the rules (rules that 
they had established after one set of slightly bruised testicles, and a few other assorted minor 
mayhems they had committed on one and other) They tended to be fairly evenly matched.

	Recently, the games had been fun for a new, and exhilarating, if somewhat embarrassing 
reason.  He didn't know why, but getting close to his little sister like this, particularly in 
one of the extended bouts where neither one of them could gain and hold an advantage, caused his 
cock to grow big and throb delightfully.  He enjoyed the feelings, but was also deathly afraid 
that it might be noticed.  It had happened to one of the boys in his class at school, and 
everybody had laughed at him and teased him for days.

	"What's gross?" Suzy demanded, not letting up the pressure for an instant.  She'd 
learned long since, that such apparent non-sequiturs were often precursors to attempts at 
escape, though in recent months, he hadn't been doing it as much.  Oh, he would fight as hard as 
ever until she won, but rather than struggle as he used to, once pinned, he now would wait until 
she chose to let him rise.

	Then she realised that his nose was pressing into her side, just below her armpit, and 
she giggled. "I'll show you gross.  Sniff this!"  With that, she pushed his nose deep into her 
armpit.

	"Eew yuck!" Charlie cried, the words were marred by a sudden change in register, and 
further mangled by having his lips mashed flat by her ribs. "I meant you've got you've got hair 
under your arm."

	"Bull shit!  No way!" she cried, "You're just trying to get away.  Just give up ya wimp 
and I'll let you go."

	Charlie was just about to do that, when he got an idea.  Sure it was pretty gross, but 
not really, and they'd only had their showers about and hour previously.  He stuck out his 
tongue and licked the cup of his little sister's armpit.

	She let out a blood curdling shriek at the unexpected, and very wet contact, and the 
next thing she knew, Charlie was sitting astride her floating ribs, one of his large hands 
pinning both her wrists above her head.  "No bullshit.  Yes way." he told her stunned face.  
"There's three on this side, and six on the other."

	"Hey no tickling." she squeaked as she watched his fingers move towards her highly 
exposed armpits.

	"Not gonna." Charlie said. "Just gonna prove to you they're there."

	He managed to catch one of the fine black hairs just emerging from the smooth skin 
between thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug.

	"Ouch!" she squeaked, "That hurt!"

	"Sorry." Charlie apologised, letting her go with both hands and sitting back on his 
heels. "But do you believe me now?"

	"Yeah I believe you." she said, and suddenly giggled, "You reckon I'm gross for having a 
couple of hairs, and then you lick me there."

	"It's only sweat." he replied defensively, "And it's not even old, you just had your 
shower."

	"True." she admitted with a grin, "But was it legal?"

	"Yup." Charlie smirked, "It wasn't hitting, biting, or scratching, or pinching, or 
pulling hair, I didn't knee you in the crack, and the only balls you've got are metaphorical, so 
yeah it was legal." Hissing to represent a cheering crowd, Charlie shook his clasped hands above 
his head and proclaimed, "Winner and still champeen of the world, Charlie Foster."

	A flurry of limbs, and five seconds later, Charlie found himself once again on his back, 
with Suzy's knees digging painfully into his own armpits, as her hands pressed down on his ribs. 
"Who's champeen?" she asked with a smirk,

	"You are Suzy Floozy." he quickly admitted, knowing from prior experience that she would 
grind harder and harder against the taut tendons beneath his arms until he did give in.

	She immediately relaxed the pressure until it was no longer painful, but did not 
immediately let him up. "How come you called me that?" she asked, "Nobody's called me that in 
ages."

	"I dunno." he replied, "It just came out."

	"Oh." she said, releasing his hands and sliding down to sit on his stomach, reclining 
against his legs as he automatically raised them to give her a backrest. "I guess you can call 
me that if you like.  But only in private O.K."

	"Whatever you reckon, Suzy Coozie." he grinned.

	"Hey!" she protested loudly, :"I know what that means."

	"It wouldn't be an insult if you didn't" Charlie smirked.

	With a sniff, Suzy pushed herself to her feet. "Come on, I wanna see if I can see them 
in the mirror."

	"What do you need me for?" Charlie asked.

	"I wanna see if you're getting them too," She replied, "and the light's better in 
there."

	"Of course I've got them." Charlie declaimed loudly, "I'm two years older than you."

	"One and a half." Suzy corrected automatically, "And besides, it doesn't matter.  
Everyone knows girls mature faster than boys.  I bet you haven't got one single hair."

	"Do too." Charlie returned, "You know I shave." He also had new hair growing elsewhere, 
but he wasn't going to let his little sister know that.  She'd probably want to see it, and then 
she'd see that damned stiffy that always seemed to pick the most inopportune moments to appear.

	"Yeah once a week, and it's just bum fluff anyway." Suzy giggled. "Still, that's another 
reason.  You can show me how to shave it off."

	"Oh all right." Charlie finally acceded, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.  
"You'll just nag me until I do anyway."

	"I don't nag." Suzy giggled, "I'm just very, very persuasive."

	"Yeah right." her big brother said sarcastically.

	"Come on." Ignoring his words, she towed him by the hand into the bathroom, not 
releasing him until the door was closed behind them.

	Turning to face the full length mirror on the back of the door, she twisted side on to 
it and curled her arm over the top of her head to expose her right armpit. "Wow you're right." 
she cried excitedly.  Using the fingers of her left hand she teased the half dozen barely 
visible hairs she found there.

	After examining her left armpit in the same fashion, she turned to face her big brother.  
"O.K. take your shirt off so I can see if you've got any."

	Charlie felt faintly embarrassed at this request, not understanding why, since he'd 
never felt that way before.  He hesitated for a moment too long, and Suzy started tugging at his 
shirt, trying to get it of him herself.

	"O..K., O.K." he protested, backing away from her. "Just give me a sec."

	"Well hurry up then." Suzy told him impatiently.

	"I'm hurrying." he cried as he drew his t-shirt off over his head. "I'm hurrying."

	"Well get your arms up," she ordered, once he was shirtless.

	Flushing faintly pink, Charlie complied.  Ducking her head, Suzy peered at the area 
exposed beneath his right arm.  "Wow!" she exclaimed you've got heaps, "But they're really faint 
and I can hardly see them."

	"That's because I'm blond Dummy." Charlie said.

	"I know that stupid." Suzy fired back, "Hey you're getting them on your chest too."

	"I am?" Charlie asked proudly peering down at himself.

	"Yeah." she replied, stroking just inside his right nipple, giving him a tiny thrill he 
did not understand, "But you gotta look right up close, they're really, really tiny, and they're 
nearly white."

	"Oh yeah!" he breathed, "I can see them too now."

	Having satisfied her curiosity, Suzy quickly turns to the next task on her agenda. "Come 
on get your razor and stuff, and show me how to shave mine off."

	It only took Charlie a few seconds to retrieve a new razor, the can of shaving foam, and 
the tube of moisturising lotion he knew their mother used on her legs in place of aftershave.  
Handing Suzy the can of foam, he said, "Here you put this on.  If I do it' I'll tickle you."

	"Just a sec." she said, "I don't want to get it on my shirt."  Saying this, she stripped 
off the tank top she was wearing, not caring that he could now see her nipples.  She didn't even 
think about it, since she often wore nothing but her knickers (and up until a few months 
previously, nothing at all) in front of him in the mornings when they were getting ready for 
school, or in the evenings when they were getting ready for bed.

	Taking the can from her brother, she squirted far too much foam into the palm of her 
hand.  Giggling, she said, "It's just like mousse.  A tiny bit turns into heaps."  Chucking most 
of what filled her hand into the sink, she used the remainder to lather up her armpits, and 
turned the right one to her brother. "O.K. show me how to do it."

	"Well first of all, you've gotta do it soft or you'll cut yourself." Charlie told her, 
"and it works better if the razor's hot too."  He turned on the hot tap in the basin, and wetted 
the razor in the stream, once the water was hot.  "Now don't move." he cautioned her, and laid 
the heated razor against her skin and drew it downwards through the foam, whilst Suzy bit on her 
lip to keep from giggling.  Two more strokes, and her armpit was clear of both foam and hair.

	"Now let me try." Suzy said taking the razor from him.  She wetted it, and a trifle 
clumsily copied his actions.

	Whilst she was thus occupied, and he was freed from having to concentrate on what he was 
doing, Charlie watched his sister.  His eyes wandered away from the creamy lather smeared 
beneath her arm and fixed upon the tiny tan nipple a few centimeters away.  Immediately he 
realised that hair was not the only new growth his little nine [and a half - Suzy] year old 
sister was experiencing.  He compared it with the one on the other side and was shocked to 
discover that this one looked no different to hi own.  The one on her left definitely stood out 
in a tiny dome that extended beyond the boundaries of her nipple, but the one on the right, was 
just as definitely still perfectly flat.  He wondered if there was something wrong with her.

	"There done." Suzy announced, cutting through his reverie.  Less than half an hour after 
Charlie's initial discovery, Suzy's armpits were as bare of hair as they had been up until only 
days previously.

	"Suzy?" Charlie asked concernedly, "Is there something wrong with your boobs?"

	"Huh?" Suzy stared down at herself in confusion. "What do you mean?"

	"Well one's swollen up and the other one isn't." he replied, "Maybe you better get Mum 
to take you to the doctor or something."

	"Hey you're right." she squealed, sounding not at all worried. "My boobs are starting to 
grow too.  Well at least one is." She finishes with a giggle.

	"But shouldn't the both be growing together?" he asked, still sounding worried.

	"Nah." Suzy reassured him, "Mum said that might happen." She pinched what she could of 
her right nipple, making the little bump in the center stiffen and stand outwards. "This one'll 
catch up in a week or two."

	The realisation that his little sister was getting real boobs, caused a different type 
of growth to happen inside Charlie's pants, distracting him, and causing him to feel sudden, 
acute embarrassment.  And in his embarrassment he missed his sister's next actions and words.

	"Charlie!" The level of exasperation in her voice told him that this was probably the 
third or fourth time she had called him.

	"Huh?" he mumbled looking up, "What?"

	Her next words flew right over the top of his head too, because his little sister was 
now standing there in nothing but her undies, and she had these drawn down to the tops of her 
thighs, exposing a split mound of pale creamy flesh a little smaller than his clenched fist.

	This time nothing penetrated his suddenly vacant skull.  It wasn't until she pulled her 
knickers back up to cover her crack, that she was able to get his attention, and even then she 
had to kick him in the shin. "You can stare all you want to later." she told him, causing his 
stomach, (and other things) to lurch, "But I wanna ask you something first."

	"Uh, yeah, what?" he managed to mumble, tearing his eyes away from the blinding expanse 
of white cotton, through which he was sure he could still see the outline of her, (even in his 
mind he whispered the word) her cunt.

	"I said." Suzy replied sounding exasperated, "Mum told you, you had to keep shaving your 
beard to make it grow better didn't she?"

	"Yeah so?"

	"So I'm getting hairs down there on my cu-uh-crack too." Suzy said, "And if you shave 
them off for me, they'll grow faster.  And if you keep doing it till the holidays, and then if 
you stop, when I go back to school I'll have heaps.  I don't know anyone in my grade that's got 
any yet, so if I come back after the holidays with a real big patch all the other girls will be 
sooo jealous."

	Poor Charlie's cock was throbbing like a bee had stung it, and though he did not know it 
yet, his internal organs were rapidly maturing, and even as his sister spoke, they were 
preparing his first ever load of spunk.  But he was not yet aware of these changes within 
himself, all he knew was that his little sister was willing to let him look at her cunt all he 
wanted.  Not only that, she wanted him to shave it.  She wanted him to touch it.  He couldn't 
believe this was happening.

	"Well?" she asked hands on hips, having once again resorted to applying her (fortunately 
bare) toes to his shin.

	"Uh I can't." he mumbled, "What if Mum finds out?"

	"How's she gonna find out?" Suzy asked, "She's at work until midnight, and it isn't even 
eight o'clock yet.  Are you gonna tell her?"

	"No way!" Charlie ejaculated.

	"So what's the problem?" she asked, "I thought you wanted to look at my crack, you were 
staring at it hard enough a minute ago."

	"I uh, I do want to see it again." Charlie admitted, "But if you want me to shave it 
I'll have to touch it too."

	"Oh scaredy cat from Ballarat." Suzy taunted him, "I just had a shower, and I haven't 
peed since, but if you're scared I'll wash it again for you first."

	"Uh that's not it." Charlie said, red faced, "I know it's clean and all that,  But I 
guess I am scared.  What if I, uh, cut you or something?  Can't you do it?"

	"Huh?" she sniffs, "I probably would cut it.  I can hardly see it at all, and you can 
see all of it up close.  Besides I've only used the razor once, and you've been doin' it for 
weeks.  Maybe later after I've practiced on you for a bit I can do it, but I want to start right 
now, so I can make it grow as much as possible.  So will you do it for me?  Please?  Pretty 
please with sugar on it, and a cherry on top?"

	"I suppose." Charlie answered slowly, but with real reluctance.  It wasn't that he 
didn't want to do it.  He felt that he wanted to too much.  However, he also knew that it was 
wrong, and that there'd be hell to pay if they were caught.  Worse still would be the teasing, 
if anyone at school found out.  Whilst girls were no longer the anathema they'd been in previous 
years, she was two years younger than him, [a year and a half - Suzy] and worse still she was 
his sister.  His life would be over if the story ever got out,

	"You don't sound like you want to do it." Suzy said accusingly.

	"I do." Charlie answered, "But if the kids at school ever find out, I might as well kill 
myself."

	"They won't." Suzy reassured him. "I guess the best way is if I lie down on the floor 
and put my legs apart."

	"I guess." Charlie agreed.

	"But I think I'm gonna have to pee first."  She giggled. "I don't think you want me 
doing that on your hands.  Don't worry, I'll wash it after."

	"O.K." Charlie said, turning to open the door, "Tell me when you're ready."

	"Where are you going?" Suzy asked with a giggle, stripping her undies off completely, 
and standing before him totally nude. "It's not like you haven't seen me pee before.  Remember 
when we were little and we'd make our pee go together in the shower."

	"That was ages ago." Charlie mumbled, "And remember that was why Mum stopped us having 
showers together."

	"No it wasn't." Suzy giggled, "It was the time you let me hold it and she caught me 
trying to aim it into the cup.  Anyway this is different.  It's like a doctor thing or 
something, because you're just helping me."

	"What's that got to do me watching you pee?" Charlie asked.

	"It just seems pretty silly you going outside that's all." Suzy replied, "But if you're 
going to go, you better hurry up, or I'm gonna do it down my legs."

	"Uh, I guess I can just close my eyes." Charlie mumbled.

	"Whatever." Suzy says dismissively as she sat down on the commode, "I don't care if you 
look or not."

	"I, uh, " Charlie mumbled in obvious embarrassment, "You really don't care?"

	"That's what I said didn't I?" Suzy replied.

	"Then, um, can I, uh," he said, finishing in a rush, "Can I watch up close.  I uh never 
really did see how girls did it when you were little."

	"Yeah sure." Suzy gave her permission easily, "But you better hurry up, I'm gonna 
explode in a minute."

	Scarcely believing that he was doing it, Charlie hurried to kneel in front of the 
toilet, pushing Suzy's knees even further apart in order to get as close as possible.  Totally 
unembarrassed, Suzy reached down between her legs with her hands and peeled the two halves of 
her all but hairless little crack open.

	Inside, the flesh was almost as pink as the inside of her mouth, and it was shiny 
smooth, like it had been polished.  Up near the top of her crack, and running parallel to it, 
was a thick little flap of skin almost as wide as her littlest finger, and about as long as the 
first joint.  It was white along the upper surface, but shading to pink like the rest of the 
insides of her crack underneath.  Further back there was what appeared to be some sort of 
opening.  From sniggered conversations held behind the shelter sheds, this must be the place 
where a boy put his dick, and he guessed that this must be where the pee came out as well.

	So fascinated was he by this never before seen sight, that he was all but oblivious to 
the ache in is painfully bent cock, and also of it's angry throbbing.

	Then Suzy started peeing, and he realised that his guess had been wrong.  At first it 
looked like the pee was coming from the end of that flap of skin, as if it were some sort of 
little dick, but he quickly realised that it actually emerged further back, about halfway 
between it, and the hole at the back, where a hitherto invisible hole had opened up.  Another 
thing that surprised him was the sheer force with which her pee emerged.  The stream was at 
least three times as thick as his own, and seemed to be much faster too.  If a boy could pee 
like that, he would have no trouble pissing as high as the tanks above the urinals at school, 
where some smart arse had written, 'IF YOU CAN PEE ABOVE THIS LINE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT NEEDS 
YOU.'

	However, Charlie could also see that girls really did have an aiming problem.  Emerging 
as it did from a hole flush with the rest of her body, the stream constantly changed directions 
with every little movement of her body, even hitting the tips of her fingers on a couple of 
occasions.  And when she was finished, there was nothing for her to shake the last drops from.  
Instead they trickled backwards towards the hole.

	"Yuck." Suzy giggled when she was done.  Reaching for a wad of toilet paper, she said, 
"Usually I only do it like that when I'm playing in the shower, but reckoned you'd want to see 
inside to where it came out."  She wiped her fingers and then her crack with the paper, then as 
she dropped it into the water, she said, "Will, you get me a face washer so I can clean it 
properly for you?"

	"No, you just put a towel on the floor and get ready." Charlie told her, "I'll do it.  I 
forgot that it works even better if you put a hot cloth on it first."

	"Not too hot." Suzy giggled, "It's pretty sensitive down there you know."

	"O.K." Charlie agreed.

	As Suzy laid out a towel on the tiles, Charlie rose, suppressing a groan as he suddenly 
became aware of the throbbing ache in his groin.  Surreptitiously, he adjusted his cock into a 
more comfortable position as he wetted a face cloth under the hot tap of the sink.

	When he turned back to his little sister, she was lying on her back, her legs parted to 
an angle of more than ninety degrees. "Here, put this over it." he said, handing her the heated 
cloth.

	She took the cloth from him, and did as he instructed, hissing slightly at the heat on 
her delicate privates.  Meanwhile, Charlie filled a small basin with hot water and, dropped to 
the floor between her knees. "O.K. that's probably enough."  he said after about half a minute, 
"You can put the foam on now."

	"No, you do it.  I can hardly see where the hairs are.  You can see it much better than 
me." She replied pushing the can towards him across the tiles with a unnaturally loud rattle,

	With shaking fingers, Charlie peeled the now cooling cloth away, revealing her damp, 
heat reddened mound.  Setting it aside, he peered intently at the dozen or so tiny hairs that it 
was his task to remove.  Almost jet black, they were about half a centimeter long, and plastered 
flat to her skin, the started practically at the edge of her crack, where the skin curled into 
it, radiating outwards so that each one looked like the line of a little arrow pointing at that 
thick flap of skin.

	As he examined her he asked with a grin, "You were going to say something else before 
weren't you?"

	"When?"

	"You were gonna call your crack a swearword weren't you?"

	"Uh not exactly." Suzy giggled, "I was gonna call it a cunny.  All the girls at school 
call it that."

	"Oh." Charlie mumbled, "I like that,  It sounds nicer than the other word."

	"You mean cunt.?" Suzy giggled naughtily. "Isn't that what all you boys call it?"

	"Uh yeah." he said, his face pinking with embarrassment.

	"We do sometimes too," Suzy admitted, "but mostly we say cunny, or sometimes fanny, 
except We've got this kid from America, and she keeps on getting that mixed up with bum, so 
mostly we say cunny now.  She was the one who told us that name for it anyway."

	"Well I guess I'd better hurry up, or I'm gonna have to cook your cunny some more." 
Charlie joked.

	"O.K."  Suzy said agreeably, wriggling her legs another few degrees apart.

	Like his sister, Charlie squirted too much foam into his hand, nervousness, rather than 
inexperience, being his excuse.  After scraping most of it off his hand into the bowl of water, 
he began dabbing the remainder ineffectually on either side of her crack.  "Ya big pussy." She 
giggled, and grabbed his wrist, forcing his fingertips more firmly against the warm rubbery 
folds of her almost pubescent cunny.

	To him, she seemed even hotter than the cloth when he'd given it to her.  His cock 
throbbed, ticking away the seconds as his biological clock raced ever more rapidly towards the 
moment when he would first spew forth his potent, life kindling seed.  But that moment was not 
quite upon him yet.

	He pulled his fingers from Suzy's grips, wiping them clean of foam on the towel beside 
his knee.  He then takes the razor from where it has been standing in the bowl of hot water and 
shakes it dry, before testing it against the inside of his wrist.  Finding it too hot, he blows 
on it for a few seconds to cool it.  Then he looks at her foam smeared cunny, wondering how he 
is to do this.

	"I think I'm going to have to touch your cunny." he says hesitantly, "That bit of skin 
inside your crack is sort of in the way."

	"Yeah O.K." Suzy agrees easily. "It's called a clitty by the way."

	Charlie forces his fingers to steadiness, and gently presses that mysterious piece of 
flesh to one side.  He is not sure what purpose it has, but he's instinctively certain that it 
is extremely sensitive, and he does not want to hurt his beautiful baby sister for the world.  A 
sharply indrawn breath from her makes him fear that he had not been gentle enough.  Snatching 
his hand away, he looks anxiously into her eyes, an apology already forming on his lips.

	However, she beats him to it, saying, "It's O.K., you didn't hurt me, it just felt 
really, really weird."

	With greater confidence, he touches her again, briefly swirling the razor in the water 
to re-heat it. them holding her clitty, and other half of her cunny out of the way, he smoothly 
strokes the razor across her flesh, stripping away half of the hairs signifying his baby 
sister's rapidly approaching maturity.  A shift of his fingers, and another gasp from Suzy, then 
three seconds later, she was as bare as the day she was born.

	Telling her, "Stay there." he rose and rinsed the cloth in hot water, and then knelt to 
lay it flat over her freshly denuded pubis.  He did not understand the mechanism by which the 
heat caused her to sweat beneath the cloth, thus replenishing the natural moisturising oils that 
the shaving foam had stripped away.  What he did know, was that the second application of the 
hot cloth served to banish an irritating itch, that he otherwise felt when he shaved himself.

	Again, when he offered Suzy the tube of moisturising gel, she said for him to do it 
himself, claiming that he best knew where she needed it.  Thanking every god that he knew of, 
Charlie squeezed a dollop of aloe-vera onto the tips of his fingers and began to slowly work it 
into her skin.

	Unconsciously, he used long slow strokes in order to prolong the contact as much as 
possible.  The skin of her sweet nine [O.K., O.K. and a half - Clayton] year old cunny, was the 
smoothest and softest he had ever felt.  The moisturising gel, made it oily slick, letting his 
fingers slide freely without catching.  The sensation of his fingers sliding over her slick 
flesh was the most amazing thing he had ever felt.  And whilst he was not quite fingering his 
sister, he silently bet that he was coming a lot closer to it than any of the other braggarts in 
his class ever had.

	Unbeknownst to Charlie, his gentle ministrations were igniting a whole raft of hitherto 
unknown sensations within his little sister's body.  Sensations that caused her to gasp softly, 
and after just a few moments writhe slowly beneath her big brother's gentle fingers. "Oh god!" 
she gasped, "That feels wonderful.  Keep doing it.  Do it on my clitty too."

	Charlie couldn't believe it.  He was actually getting his baby sister off with his 
fingers.  The stories told behind the shelter sheds, were very unclear, and all too often 
contradictory, but there was enough truth in them to let him glean this fact.  And he also 
realised that the so called 'true' stories he'd heard were mostly fabrication.  What he was 
doing bore no resemblance to the harsh, rough actions 'confessed' to, by almost all of his 
friends.  And after feeling the delicacy of his baby sister's little cunny, he knew that any 
attempt to emulate them would give more pain than pleasure.

	He also noticed, that the flaccid mass of her clitty was now quite stiff and hard.  It 
actually protruded nearly a centimeter beyond her crack like a tiny little stiffy, it even had a 
round pink knob the size of a small grape on the end.  He brushed his finger across the taut 
pink skin and was rewarded by the loudest gasp yet.  It was almost a moan.  The noise made him 
glance up her body, and he saw that she was playing with her one barely developed boob and it's 
backward companion.

	Her fingers twisted and pulled on her nipples almost roughly, and her expression seemed 
to be one of pain.  But she did not stop mauling her small almost nonexistent breast, (and its 
still totally undeveloped partner).  She even jerked her hips impatiently, making him realise 
that his fingers had come to a halt as he stared mesmerised at her face.  The expression there 
was definitely, not from pain, so it must be from pleasure so intense as to be a very different 
kind of agony.

	Her hips jerked again, and he looked back down at his fingers, willing them back into 
the motions his baby sister so obviously enjoyed.  Gaining confidence in his ministrations, 
Charlie began to explore further afield.  Continuing to massage her, now passion flushed, cunny 
lips, and lust stiffened clitty  with one hand, he let the other slide down to the bottom of her 
crack and prise it open.  Inside she glistened with a wetness, that he did not think was pee.  
It seemed to be thickest about her cunny hole.

	He touched it, and found it to be much thinner than the aloe-vera gel, but at the same 
time, even more slippery.  The new sensation of his finger on the lip of her little cunny mouth 
drew fresh, and even louder gasps from Suzy, and another jerk of her hips, one that forced her 
body down over nearly two centimeters of his middle finger.

	She actually squealed at the sudden, and unexpected intrusion.  Once again he looked 
into her face, and was met by her widely staring eyes. "You've got your finger in me haven't 
you?" Suzy asked with wonder in her voice.

	"Uh yeah." Charlie mumbled, sure that his world was about to come crashing down around 
his ears. "I couldn't help it when you jerked like that.  I'll take it out now."

	"Don't you fucking dare!" she growled at him fiercely, "It feels even better than 
before.  See if you can get more in."

	"Are you sure?" Charlie asked uncertainly. "It's pretty tight."

	"Yes I'm bloody sure." she almost snarled, "Push it in.  push it right up inside me."

	Charlie pushed, and another centimeter of his finger slid up inside his little sister's 
body.  Inside she was furnace hot, and slippery.  Her cunny hole squeezed his finger like a 
tightly fitted glove, but at the same time slid smoothly over it.  Inside she was even softer 
then the outside.  Cautiously he tried emulating the most believable of the tales he'd heard, 
but much more gently than the teller had said he did it.

	He slid his finger almost all of the way out, and even as his sister began to protest 
pushed it back inside.  Now more than half of his finger was within her body, and she squealed 
her pleasure. "Again!" she ordered him, "And do my clitty too."

	He tried to coordinate his motions, succeeding in the main, and three quarters of his 
finger was inside her.  She groaned deep in her throat and rose up to meet him, dropping back as 
he withdrew, and then when he pushed back into her, she threw herself up towards him.  His palm 
met the swollen puffy flesh of her cunny with a soft slap, and he was all the way inside her.  
That was another story from behind the shelter sheds that proved to be a myth, and then 
remembering the day he had accidentally kneed her in the crack and made her bleed he decided it 
probably wasn't a myth after all.  He had been sorry for the pain he had accidentally caused her 
that day, but now he was glad for it, since it let him slide painlessly inside, and give her 
this pleasure.

	She screamed his name and writhed bonelessly, causing his fingers to become entangled 
over her clit.  The way his hand curled naturally to cup her smooth hairless cunny gave him an 
idea, and he withdrew the fingers working her stiffened clit.  He squeezed a big blob of gel 
directly onto her clit, making her squeal yet again, this time from the shocking chill, but 
before she could protest, he pressed the heel of his hand down on her mound, gently crushing 
that proud stand of flesh flat.

	"Yes!" she cried, grinding herself even harder into his palm.

	He slid his now freed hand up the length of her body and pushed her fingers away from 
her one little tit.  He had got there arse about face, but he finally had real girl's tit in his 
had, albeit a small one, and albeit his nine and a half year old baby sister's, but it was a 
real tit and he was feeling it, while he fingered her superheated little cunny.  It wasn't soft 
like he'd thought it would be.  Instead the tiny nipple was as firm as the pencil eraser it 
looked like, and the underlying flesh was almost as firm and rubbery, it had none of the pillowy 
resilience he'd come to expect from resting his cheek on his mother's substantial bosom, when 
she hugged him.

	But that was relatively unimportant.  His other hand was between her legs, and what he 
felt there was beyond anything he had ever been able to imagine.  He withdrew his finger, 
keeping the heel of his hand firmly on her clitty, and she cried her delight at this double, 
synchronous stimulation.  She was being massaged internally and externally, and though he did 
not know it, the pad of his fingertip, and the larger pad at the base of his thumb were working 
in concert on the two most sensitive regions of her body.

	Suzy's tiny body trembled with a rising passion that threatened to overwhelm her.  Her 
own abortive attempts at self gratification had been unlubricated, and unsatisfying.  Instead 
her first true sexual experience was at the hands of one of the two people whom she loved most 
in the world.  That these hands were utterly unskilled mattered to her not at all, if she even 
thought of it. they were touching her in ways she'd never known, but everything they did was 
exactly right.  His palm bore down on her screaming clitty with exactly the right amount of 
pressure as he drew his finger from inside her body, and then as he pushed back, she felt him 
tilt his hand and let up on her clit, causing his fingertip to press deliciously against the 
front wall of her cunny hole.

	She felt an overwhelming need to pee rise up inside her, but the pleasure that 
accompanied it drove her to ignore it.  She could always apologise for it later, but if she 
stopped him now, she feared that she might never experience these sensational new feelings 
again, and that thought was not to be born.

	Every time his finger pushed into her quivering body, she felt powerful electric flashes 
shoot out from her cunny into the rest of her body, and when he pushed down on her throbbing 
clitty as he withdrew, different but equally compelling sensations radiated outwards.  Her 
budding titties ached painfully, but still she impatiently thrust his fumbling hand aside, and 
savagely pulled and twisted the almost rock hard little point in a fashion that would have had 
her screaming in pain at other times.

	Charlie must have picked up on her savagery, because he tried to close his hand into a 
fist with his finger still inside her.  Her clitty was mashed flat, and his fingertip pressed so 
hard inside her she was certain that her bladder was about to burst from the amount of pee it 
felt like it held.  She howled and dug into her screaming tit flesh, forcing her fortunately 
short fingernails into the blood darkened skin.  She dug her heels and shoulders into the floor, 
lifting the rest of her body into the air, and still the sensations rose higher within her.

	She felt a sudden stretching sensations between her legs, and with no more warning than 
that, there were two finger jammed palm deep inside her foaming cunny.  She heard an 
unrecognisable  voice snarling "Harder you limp wristed arse bandit." and realised it was her 
own, but distorted almost beyond recognition.  The epithet was one that had once caused her 
normally placid, sweet tempered mother to walk up to a stranger in the street and knock him cold 
with a single punch, so she knew it was a powerful one.  And indeed it had the desired effect.

	"You want it cunt slut." she heard her brother snarl at her from a million miles away, 
"You've fucking got it."

	She felt his fingers slam into her, stretching her impossibly wide, as the heel of his 
hand met her violently upthrust mound with a wet meaty slap, and then it clenched so tightly, it 
felt like he was about to drive a hole through to the outside.  Still clutching her, he 
withdrew, and when the tips of his fingers came to that spot, a brilliant shaft of pure white 
light burned a path up the length of her tightly arched spine and punched straight through the 
top of her head.  She heard herself screaming, and then-

	Charlie heard her insult, later would be a time for determining where she had heard it, 
right now he felt the rage burst within himself as he snarled out his reply and tried to punish 
her by slamming into her delicate little cunny.  But she rose to it, and cried her acceptance.  
He wanted to punish her for being stronger than him, but she took it and cried for more.  He 
clenched his hand into a fist, intending to punch her with it, oblivious to the fact that he 
still held her barely fledge nine and a half year old cunny in it.  He pulled away, the pressure 
of his hand actually forcing the blood from her engorged clitty, whilst within, his fingertips 
found and crushed flat the female analogue to his own now almost fully developed prostate, her 
G-spot

	She screamed.  It was a sound that tore into him, making him realise what he had just 
done to his baby sister.  Suddenly the sound was gone, not dying away as it might have done with 
loss of breath, but chopped off as with an axe.  He did not know it, but her diaphragm had 
cramped tight, reflex holding what little breath that remained to her within her body, as an 
unprecedented demand was placed upon her child's body.

	She thrashed about, hooked on his fingers like a fish struggling for freedom, her glassy 
eyes stared sightlessly past his shoulder, her cunny clamped down upon his intruding fingers 
with what felt like bone breaking force, relaxed and bore down again.  He tried to pull away, 
but her pipe stem thighs held his wrist immobile.  His mind screamed to him to let her go, but 
her body held him in place with undeniable strength.  He wanted to relieve her of the agony that 
she so obviously felt, but she would not let him go.  He tried to force himself free, thinking 
any extra pain would be nothing beside what he had already done to her, but her hands found and 
clasped his wrist.  Her fingertips dug into his tendons, and he screamed at the flaring pain.

	He welcomed it, thinking it nothing more than his due for what he had done to her.  
Somewhere she found breath, and he realised that the word she croaked was "More!".  He could not 
bring himself to do it to her, but he did work his hand in a more gentle fashion than before to 
rub both the inside of her cunny hole, and her palpably throbbing clitty.

	It was enough.  She sighed, and collapsed like a punctured inflatable toy.  Her entire 
body sagged, and went limp, but any attempt on his part to withdraw was resisted with a painful 
steely fingered grip.  He gave into it, and gently continued his internal and external massage.  
He did not understand how she could have found pleasure in what should have been unrivaled pain, 
but he begun to realise that she had done so nevertheless.  He could not bring himself to 
continue it, and thus his personal sense of decency made him do exactly the right thing.

	His fingers gently found and massaged away knots of abused tissue, easing, and breaking 
up incipient bruising before it had a chance to tie her still immature body into knots of agony.  
The love that he held for her, held him where he was most needed where another might have taken 
advantage, or fled, leaving her to come crashing down from an unprecedented high without a 
loving safety net.

	Finally her tiny overtaxed body fell limp, and for the first time in what seemed like an 
age, she drew a deep shuddering breath.  Poor Charlie did not know what to do.  He did not think 
that she would want him to be there when she recovered from whatever it was that had happened to 
her, yet nor could he leave her alone on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.  One thing he did 
do once she relaxed and released him was get his fingers out of her, before she woke up.

	He became aware that her entire body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, and he used 
another towel to cover her nude body before it chilled, straightening the towel beneath her at 
the same time. Just as he finished, she groaned, and came properly awake.

	"You O.K. Suzy?" he asked her worriedly.

	She tried to speak, and finding her mouth too dry to talk, she settled for a 
closemouthed, "Mmm-hmmm"  Her eyes flicked towards the sink and he guessed that she would like a 
drink.

	He rose and filled a tooth glass, then settled beside her shoulders, slipping and arm 
beneath her to support her in a half sitting position as she pulled the glass to her lips and 
gulped thirstily. "Thanks." she said once it was empty, "I needed that."

	"How do you feel?" he asked anxiously.

	"Sore." she replied with a faint grin.

	"I'm sorry." he said.

	"Don't be." she said fervently, "I'm not.  That was absolutely the best thing ever."

	"What was it like?" he asked, curiosity overtaking worry, once he knew she was all 
right.

	"I dunno." she said. "A cross between being punched in the guts, and my body exploding I 
guess.  Except it all felt good." She grinned. "I can't explain it any better than that.  Even 
the things that hurt felt good."

	"Where does it hurt now?" he asked her.

	"In my cunny a little bit, but mostly my boobs, and I did that." She replied, and lifted 
the towel over her body to have a look. "Whoo-ee," she whistled, "I did make a mess."

	Charlie looked at her boobs and let out a whistle as well.  Both were swollen, the 
unformed one on the right was the size the left on had been, and that was now twice its original 
size.  Furthermore, both were surrounded by the rapidly darkening purple mottling of incipient 
bruising.

	"Shit, you'd better not let Mum see that." he said.

	"I'll say." she giggled, "Have a look at my cunny and tell me what it looks like."

	For a reason that he could not later explain, he lay down between her legs on his 
stomach, placing his nose only a few centimeters away from her swollen little love box.  Her 
clitty had retreated into its covering, and was almost completely withdrawn between the thick, 
and still somewhat flushed, puffy lips that flanked it.  The whole area between her legs, and a 
good way down the insides of each thigh glistened with moisture, of which most must have come 
from her.

	"It's a bit red," he told her, "but it doesn't look bruised or anything."  He sniffed, 
inhaling her aroma, and continued, "It smells funny."

	"I think I'm going to be washing it a lot from now on." she giggled.

	"Actually it doesn't smell bad, just kinda weird." he said moving his nose closer still, 
and taking a deep breath through it. "I kinda like it."

	"You're gross." she giggled.

	A 'shelter shed' story rose up in his mind, and the low horrified tones in which Steve 
had related it, argued for a kernel of truth. "Try this for gross." he said, and closed the last 
of the gap with his mouth, to drag his extended tongue the full length of her crack from bottom 
to top.

	"Fuck me!" she squealed, as he moved back a little to savour the taste. "What did you do 
that for?"

	"I heard about it at school." he said, grinning up at her shocked expression.  He paused 
while he considered the flavour filling his mouth and decided that on the whole he liked it. 
"You taste as good as you smell, but that moisturising stuff isn't the best."

	"Would you do it again?" she asked hesitantly, with a hint of eagerness in her voice. 
"It felt wild."

	"Yup." he replied without hesitation, adding, "But not until you wash the moisturising 
shit off."

	"Well what are you waiting for." she cried springing to her feet, and then grasping at 
the sink for support. "Woo-hoo, still a bit wobbly." she giggled.

	Whilst Suzy carefully washed her young cunny, Charlie quickly straightened up the room, 
putting away the razor and other shaving paraphernalia, and stuffing both towels into the bottom 
of the washing basket.

	"Do boys feel good like that too?" Suzy asked as they worked at their respective tasks.

	"I guess so." Charlie replied, "But it's different too.  Boys are supposed to squirt 
this white stuff called spunk."

	"Do you?"

	"I haven't yet." he admitted, "But I guess I will soon, because I've got a fair bit of 
hair around my dick."

	"Can I see?" she asked eagerly.

	"I suppose." he agreed with some reluctance, "But you better not laugh at it."

	"Why would I?" she asked wrinkling her nose, "I've seen it before."

	"Yeah but that was ages ago." he said, "And all the kids at school laugh when a boy gets 
a stiffy like I've got now."

	"What's that?"

	"Well sometimes a boy's dick gets real long and stiff," He explained, "and it makes his 
pants stick out."

	"How come yours aren't sticking out then?"

	"I've got it pointing up, and my jocks are holding it."

	"Oh." she said, "Well can I see it then?  I promise I won't laugh."

	Yeah O.K." he said, and fumbled with the drawstring of his shorts.

	A moment later they were around his ankles, and the outline of his rigid prick was 
clearly evident through the tight material of his jocks.

	"Wow!" she exclaimed, "it sure looks a lot bigger than the last time I saw it."

	It's grown a lot in the last few months." he said, his cheeks pink with embarrassment, 
"And it gets even bigger when I've got a stiffy."

	Drawing a breath to steel himself, Charlie hooked his thumbs in the sides of his jocks 
and before his nerve could fail, he bent, pushing them to his ankles.  With his ears burning, he 
straightened, letting his little sister see his cock for the first time in nearly two years.

	There was no risk, that Suzy might laugh.  She was far too fascinated with what she saw.  
It was a long slender wand of pale creamy flesh about as long and thick as half a candle.  It 
stood out from his body at about a forty-five degree angle, and there was a little tuft of dark 
blond hairs about two centimeters long at its base.  Hanging below it were his balls in a little 
wrinkled sack, and these too seemed much larger than before.  The last time she'd seen them, 
they were about the size of hazelnuts, but now they looked bigger than peach pits.

	But it was the end of his dick that fascinated her most.  All the other time she had 
seen it, there had been a long tube of skin over the end.  But that had pulled back to expose a 
bulbous pink knob that flared out, making it look like one of those funny helmets German 
soldiers used to wear.  Underneath the tip there was a small patch of skin with dozens of 
wrinkles, but the pink skin of the helmet itself was so tight it was shiny.  There was a little 
cleft that ran up to the very tip, where a small hole seeped some sort of moisture.

	"Do you need to pee?" she asked.

	"No."

	"What's that stuff then?"

	"I dunno," he replied, "I've never seen it before."

	Curiously, she reached out to touch it with a fingertip, and when she pulled away, a 
clear, viscous strand joined her to him, stretching until it was several centimeters long before 
it finally broke.  She rubbed it against her thumb, discovering Its slippery nature. "It's like 
the stuff from my cunny, real slippery." she mused.  Suddenly, she grinned, "You tasted me.  Now 
I'm going to taste you."

	She touched her slippery digit to her tongue, and smiled when she discovered the sweet, 
sugary taste of his pre-cum. "You taste pretty good too."

	"There's more where that came from." Charlie said grasping the base of his dick and 
waving it up and down.

	Taking it as a challenge, Suzy dropped to her knees, and took hold of the waving cock 
above his hand, dipped her head to engulf the entire tip of his cock in her mouth.  The shelter 
shed crowd in her age group weren't really at the stage of exchanging (mostly) erroneous stories 
about what went on between the sheets, except in the most primitive sense.  However, they still 
did a roaring trade in sexual epithets, insults, and dirty jokes, and 'cock-sucker' was a common 
theme.

	So she sucked.  And she got a whole lot more than she bargained for.

	Less than a week from his first ever nocturnal emission in what might have been the 
normal course of events, their activities over the past half hour or so, had short-circuited his 
development, and the sensation of her soft warm lips, and wet tongue on his barely eleven year 
old cock was more than his precisely pubescent body could take.

	In his defense the young boy tried to warn his little sister that something was about to 
happen, but firstly he had no inkling what, and secondly what he felt came close to frying every 
neural circuit in his young body, and all that came out of his suddenly slack mouth was a 
strangled groan.

	Familiar with such sounds, having made any number of them herself in the immediate past, 
Suzy took it as a sign to continue, and redoubled her efforts.  She discovered that the skin 
sheathing his shaft slid easily over it, and squeezed and drew her hand upwards, trying to 
extract even more of his sweet, sticky pre-cum.  She succeeded, getting a big greasy dollop on 
her tongue for her efforts, but also triggered an unstoppable avalanche.

	Charlie felt a burning sensation in his cock that was in some ways similar to what he 
felt when he pinched off his pee in mid flow, but it was like Suzy's description of her own 
recent feelings.  The automatic comparison was with something painful, even though the 
sensations were actually acutely pleasurable.

	There was a pulsation, like nothing he had ever felt before, deep within his body, and 
with is a feeling of release.  On Suzy's part, she felt his cock throb, and was rewarded with an 
actual spurt of the clear greasy liquid that she had just discovered she liked so much.  But 
that was just his prostate clearing the chamber so to speak.

	Eagerly she lapped it up, stimulating his hyper-sensitised cock beyond endurance, and he 
screamed his release, his voice shifting from a boyish soprano, to a manly tenor in mid-
aspiration.  She sucked and kneaded his cock avidly.  It responded with a second more powerful 
throb, and without warning, flooded her young mouth with a salty, slightly bitter liquid.  It 
struck the back of her throat, making her choke, forcing some of it back out through her nose, 
and burning the tender membranes there.

	Gasping, she drew back, just as another spurt shot forth, some of it going into her 
still open mouth, and the rest drawing a thick creamy line from her lip, across one cheek, and 
eye to her forehead, and on into her hair.  Charlie squealed, and yet another creamy gob jetted 
from his throbbing dick.  It was a little weaker and struck her chin to drip between her almost 
non-existent boobs.

	She felt his cock pulsate in her hand several more times, but what was left of his 
virgin cum only oozed forth to coat the fingers with which she still gripped his steely hard 
cock.  She'd also had time to recover from her surprise, and consider what had just happened, 
and to savour the taste of the thick cloying liquid that coated her tongue and the roof of her 
mouth.

	Overall she decided she liked it.  She preferred the clear sweet liquid that preceded 
it, but there was something primal and compelling in the flavour of the gluey, salty, 
bittersweet goop that he had just squirted into her mouth, and all over her face.  It was also 
gross, and very, very nasty, and that just added to the allure, and whetted her appetite for 
more.

	Just then Charlie groaned, and began to sway, and she realised that the same sense of 
lassitude that she had felt after her own release was upon him.  Throwing her arms around his 
waist, she was just able to stop him from toppling as his knees gave way, and hold him upright 
as he slid through her arms.

	They ended up in an ungainly tangle of arms and legs, their faces just centimeters 
apart.

	"Wow!" Charlie breathed.

	"Double wow." Suzy giggled. "That was mega-gross."

	"Sorry." he apologised, "I wasn't expecting anything like that.  I just thought you'd 
get it off with your fingers."

	"You licked me." She said as if that were all the explanation necessary.  And to all 
intents and purposes it was.  Anything Charlie did, she would do it too or break something 
trying.  Tilting her head slightly to one side, she looked at his cock. "So that's what happens 
when a boy has those good feelings.  Interesting.  I guess I better clean up the mess I made."

	Dumbstruck, Charlie watches as she took hold of his still hard cock and licked it like a 
lollipop, making him groan at the sensation of her rough tongue on his oversensitive knob,. "Ah, 
shit stop it!" he yelped.

	"Why?" Suzy asked, pulling back with a look of concern on her face.

	"It's too sensitive right now." he said. "It feels so good it hurts."

	"Sorry I didn't know." she said contritely.

	"That's O.K." he grinned down at her spermy face, "I didn't either.  You know 
something?"

	"What?"

	"You're face is a real mess." He giggled.. "It looks like a Clag bottle exploded all 
over it."

	Suzy got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. "I think you might be right." 
she giggled. "But I can soon fix that."

	Saying that, she started scooping his spunk up with her fingers and shoving them in her 
mouth, making happy little smacking noises of appreciation as she sucked them clean.  The task 
only took her a few seconds and when she was done, she said. "Come on, let's go back to the play 
room, and do some more."

	"You're a sex maniac." Charlie giggled.

	"Yup." she agreed proudly seizing his hand and dragging him from the bathroom.

	With the native caution of children knowing that they are being naughty, they made sure 
all the curtains are fully closed, with not even a chink through which someone outside might 
observe them.

	"I think the wresting mat." Suzy decided. "It'll be easier to clean afterwards."

	They sat facing each other, and then suddenly self-consciousness set in, and neither 
wanted to be the one to male the first move, until finally Suzy breaks the silence. "Have you 
ever kissed a girl?" She asked, "Properly I mean?'

	"Of course I have." Charlie lied unconvincingly.

	"Really?" Suzy, asked disbelievingly.

	Blushing, Charlie admitted the truth. "No.  Just you and Mum, and Aunt Ethel."

	"And they're not proper kisses with tongues and stuff." Suzy said, "Wanna practice it 
with me."

	"But you're my sister!" he objected strenuously.

	"So it's all right to stick your tongue in my cunny, but not my mouth?" she giggled.

	"I, ah-" he stuttered, and them grinned, "Of course it isn't alright, but I'm gonna keep 
doing it anyway."

	"Let's do it them." Suzy said, rising up onto her knees and shuffling forwards until her 
knees touched his.

	Charlie sat back on his heels for a few moments longer, and then rose as well.  For 
several seconds, they faced each other, their noses only a few centimeters apart, and then 
closed the gap.. From movies, they both knew to tilt their head, but both chose to tilt in the 
same direction and they bumped noses.

	"Giggling, Suzy rubbed her nose on his, and them pulled back. "Well that's an Eskimo 
kiss." she giggled.

	They tried again, and this time their lips met in a clumsy, and rather sloppy open 
mouthed kiss. "Yuck!  Gross!" Suzy cried, pulling back and scrubbing the back of her hand across 
her mouth.

	"It was your idea." Charlie reminded her with a laugh, as he too wiped away excess 
saliva.

	"O.K. let's try that again." Suzy giggled.

	Their lips met again, and only with a tiny amount of repositioning achieved a good mesh, 
though for several seconds, neither of the siblings were brave enough to take it any further, 
until finally Suzy broke the impasse and thrust her tongue willy-nilly into her brother's mouth.  
Then for a couple of seconds longer, he tried to avoid coming into contact with it.  Then when 
he did meet it, it was with a forceful thrust, that drove hers back beyond his lips.

	But soon, they learnt to meet each other's tongue more gently, and to entwine them 
lovingly, rather than parry and thrust like dueling enemies.  As they became more familiar with, 
and accustomed to the intimate contact, they took turns exploring the interior of each other's 
mouths, testing the sharp edges of each other's teeth, and the silk sheathed hardness of their 
sibling's gums, returning all the while to bring their tongues together.

	Part way into their oral explorations they discovered that a peculiarity of Suzy's could 
be put to amazing use.  Both children had the ability to curl their tongues into a tube, but 
Suzy had the rare additional ability to curl it downwards as well as upwards, and when she did 
the latter, their tongues interlocked in a marvelously sensual fashion.

	As they discovered the joys of truly sensual kissing, they learned to enhance the 
experience, pulling their nude bodies against each other with their hands, running those hands 
up and down each other's backs, from the crease at the base of their sibling's buttocks, all the 
way up into their hair.

	All too soon the intimate contact had an entirely predictable effect on Charlie.  His 
eleven year old cock filled with blood, and rose to press between her legs against the soft, 
warm crease of his little sister's hairless vulva.  Charlie loved it, and clutched tightly at 
her bottom pulling her even more firmly against his body.

	For a brief moment, Suzy wondered what the hard thing pressing between her legs was, 
before realising that it could only be his cock grown stiff and hard again.  Excited by the 
thought, she ground back at him, moving her hips in tiny circles since that was all the movement 
that her brother's clutching hands allowed her.  But it was enough to work the slender wand of 
his dick into the warm, and rapidly moistening crease between her thick cunny lips.

	Feeling his cock rubbing on her quickly swelling clit caused her to redouble her 
efforts.  Meanwhile the tropical heat and wetness enveloping Charlie's cock drove him to seek 
increased friction between them as well.  He pulled back a few centimeters, and surged back 
against his sister, groaning into her mouth at the intensity of the sensation.  Nor was he alone 
in vocalising his pleasure.  Suzy's squeal filled their mouths, puffing their cheeks out before 
finally escaping with a wet farting noise that caused them both to break apart and burst out 
laughing.

	However, the sexual tension that had been growing between them soon caused their giggles 
to die down.  Looking at each other, they realised that their explorations were not yet over, 
though once again neither was quite ready to make the first move.

	Charlie, with his greater store of sexual knowledge, wrong though most of it was, 
realised that what they had just done was called dry fucking.  But already his mind was moving 
past that, wondering how he could broach the idea of doing it for real.

	However, Suzy beat him to it.  "Um, Charlie?" she asked hesitantly as she fixed her gaze 
on a point between his nipples, and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

	"Yeah?" he replied cautiously, recognising the tone, if not it's cause.

	"Um, do you want to um, you know, um, do it?" she asked in a barely audible whisper.

	"WHAT?" Although her request was exactly where his thoughts were taking him, it still 
caught him by surprise.  And that surprise was enough to temporarily reawaken his sense of 
proper brotherly behaviour.

	"I'm sorry." she said suddenly contrite.  "It was just that your fingers felt pretty 
good when they were inside me, and I was wondering what it would feel like if you put your dick 
in me instead.  But I guess you don't want to, coz I haven't got any real boobs yet, or proper 
hair on my cunny."

	"It's not that Suzy." Charlie told her. "It's just that brothers and sisters, just 
aren't supposed to do that with each other."

	"Well aren't we not supposed to do the other things we did either." Suzy pointed out.

	"Well no." Charlie admitted, adding with reluctant conscientiousness, "I guess we'd 
better get dressed and not do it any more."

	And another thing," she went on, "Where does Uncle Lionel sleep when he stays with us?"

	"With Mum." Charlie said, "So what?"

	"You know for a big brother, you're pretty dumb sometimes." Suzy giggles, "I bet they do 
more than just sleep you know.  If he just wanted to sleep he could use the spare room."

	"But he's only really her half brother." Charlie argued.

	"But he's still Mum's brother, because they've got the same dad," Suzy said, "even if 
they have got different mums.  So if Mum and Uncle Lionel can do it, why can't we?"

	"Well, You could get pregnant." Charlie pointed out.

	"No I can't" Suzy replied, "I haven't got my periods yet, so now's the best time to do 
it, before I do, and we can't do it any more."

	"I guess." Charlie admitted slowly.

	"So does that mean you will fuck me Charlie?" Suzy asked hopefully.

	"Yeah, why not." Charlie grinned.

	"Oh goodie." Suzy squealed with little girl enthusiasm.

	Moments later she was crouching on all fours, with her still bony bum pointed towards 
him, and the fat glistening lips of her young pussy visible between the tops of her skinny 
thighs.

	"What are you doing?" Charlie asked in surprise.

	"Isn't this how you do it?" Suzy asked looking back over her shoulder. "It's the way 
I've seen dogs doing it."

	"I guess it's one way." Charlie laughed, "They call it doggie style too, but people 
mostly do it different.  Usually the girl lies down on her back with her legs open, sorta like 
when I shaved you."

	"Can we do it with you lying down, and I get on top of you?" Suzy asked.

	"Yeah I suppose." Charlie said, adding with a grin, "You never do like it when I get on 
top do you."

	"Not if were wrestling I don't." she giggles, "But I'll let you get on top now if you 
like."

	"Nah that's all right." Charlie grinned, "Besides, If you're sitting up, I'll be able to 
see better."

	"O.K. you lie down then." Suzy ordered, "Oh, what's happened to it?"

	Despite his possession of a cock that picked the most embarrassing times to rear up and 
make a spectacle of itself, Charlie was still basically a child, and what they were about to 
attempt was pretty much a fun thing to try to him, since he had not yet matured to the point 
where the mere thought of sex would send blood surging to his loins.  Most of the time it just 
happened, usually at the most embarrassing moments.

	However, Suzy didn't bother waiting for an answer to her question, she just proceeded to 
solve the problem in a way already known to her.  She knelt beside her brother and bent to take 
his limp prick between her glistening lips, with immediate salutary results.  Charlie groaned at 
the sensation of his little sister's warm, moist mouth engulfing his flaccid cock.

	Within seconds she jerked off him with a gagging noise, as the limp noodle which fitted 
so easily within her mouth suddenly doubled in length and girth, and pressed against the back of 
her throat.  "Well that certainly did the trick." she giggled.

	Taking hold of his now iron hard member, she threw a leg across his hips and fitted the 
bulbous head of his prick against the small, slick mouth of her young cunny.  Then once she had 
it in position, she let almost her entire weight come to bear on in.

	Fortunately for both of them, their earlier activities had begun the process of 
lubricating her young pussy, and the spittle she'd left behind on his cock made that slick too.  
But even so, her eyes bulged with a mixture of surprise and not a little pain, as her little 
cunny was stuffed to capacity and beyond with a prick that, while still boyishly slender, had 
more than enough length to cause envy in the heart of a full grown man.

	Nor was she alone in her pain, as most of her weight came to rest on the tip of 
Charlie's stiff prick.  His tenor yelp, was every bit as loud as her shrill screech.  "Uh take 
it easy." he managed to grate out as he used his hands to relieve some of the pressure.

	"Ah yeah." Suzy squeaked, blinking back tears.

	"Do you want to stop?" Charlie asked, "How do you feel?"

	"No way!" Suzy cried grasping his wrists just in case he decided to push her off anyway. 
"It hurt a bit at first, but it's getting better.  Now, mostly I just feel stuffed full."

	"Well turkey, I guess now you know how one feels." Charlie giggled, looking down the 
length of his body to where three quarters of his dick was speared into his sister's body.

	"Turkey!" she screeched, "I'll show you who's a turkey."

	Forgetting for a moment what they'd set out to do, Suzy became her usual combative self, 
pushing his wrists to the mat and attempting to pin him down.  Laughing, Charlie resisted her 
attempts, and thrust upward with his hips trying to dislodge her, so that he could roll on top 
and pin her down instead.  They both gasped as they were delightfully reminded of just how 
intimately they were connected.

	"WOW!" Suzy squeaked wide eyed, "Do that again."

	Charlie tried, but this time her weight was fully upon him and got exactly nowhere. 
"You've got to lift up a bit." he told her.

	She lifted her hips a few centimeters, smiling at the feeling of her brother's stiff 
cock sliding part way out of her sheath, then snickered at the dopey look that has come over his 
face from feeling the complement to her sensations. "You look dumb." she giggled.

	Grinning back at her, he lunges upwards with his hips, bringing a pop-eyed look to her 
face, and laughs, "Now who looks dumb?"

	Playfully at first, they experiment with this new, and extremely pleasurable way of 
fitting their young bodies together, laughing at the rubbery twists of each other's face, and 
the chorus of grunts, squeaks and groans that they make.  However, in less than a minute their 
mirth is forgotten as, the feelings radiating from where they are joined become more and more 
intense.

	As they experimented with different ways of moving, Suzy quickly discovered that by 
leaning forward over Charlie's torso and arching her back, she could drag her sensitive clitty 
along the length of his stiff cock, massively intensifying the delicious feeling of having that 
stiff member slide in and out of her tight cunny.

	For Charlie, the entire world had narrowed down to the hot, wet, slippery, and above all 
tight sheath repeatedly sliding up and down the steely length of his prick.  For every gasp that 
his little sister emitted as he thrust up into her, he had a matching groan as she pulled away.  
With what little mind that was left to him, he could tell that she was moving towards another 
crashing climax like he'd given her half an hour earlier with his fingers.

	However, within himself the feeling was rising even more quickly.  Quicker and quicker, 
he pushed up into her body, jabbing into her twice and then three times, for every rolling rise 
and fall of her hips.

	And then he was there.  His back arched, forcing every centimeter of his prick that her 
young cunny could take into her body and held it there as his balls churned and released great 
surging gouts of his spunk through his cock in great, burning lava hot gouts, to splash against 
the tightly closed mouth of her womb.

	Atop him, Suzy was buffeted and tossed about by the frenetic pace of his rutting, and 
then as he went stiff and rigid beneath her, she became aware of the hot flood pulsing deep 
inside her body.  Realising that he was almost spent, she quickened the pace of her own plunging 
rise and fall, chasing her own release, but as she felt herself coming close, she could feel his 
prick rapidly wilting inside her.  Frantically, she redoubled her efforts, but all she 
accomplished was to lose the small nubbin that had remained within her cunny.

	Almost crying with her need, she reached beneath her, searching for his steely spear, 
but only found a limp, wet grub that slipped from her grasping fingers.  Moaning with 
frustration, she pushed two fingers inside herself, trying to copy what he had done to her in 
the bathroom, and in part she succeeded.

	She rolled from his now limp body, falling onto her back with her legs splayed apart 
like a frog readied for dissection and slid her fingers in and out of her needy cunny, beating 
the mixture of his sunk and her own juices into a frothy mess.  But every time she reached for 
her release, she felt it slipping away, and moaned at her loss.

	Slowly, Charlie recovered from the most intense experience of his short life, feeling 
the sensation of their combined juices drying on his now limp prick and matting the small tuft 
of hairs at its base.  Slowly he became aware of Suzy's missing weight, and then the soft 
yipping squeals as she sought a conclusion, and then a groan of disappointment as her climax 
slipped away from her.

	He forced himself up onto one elbow to look at her, seeing how she clawed at her bald 
cunny, and the look of almost madness on her face as she worked herself upwards yet again.  
"Yess!" she was muttering to herself, "Nearly there.  Just a little bit more.  Oh yesss, yess, 
ye- NOOOoooo!" She trailed off with a cracked cry of disappointment, as final release eluded her 
clawing fingers.

	It hurt him to see her like that, so obviously in need, but almost finding what her body 
craved like a drug, only to have it snatched away from her at the last moment.  Without stopping 
to think, he moved to relieve her, and it was good that he did not take the time to think, or he 
may very well not have done what he did.

	He rolled between her legs, and pulled her hand away to replace her fingers with his 
lips and tongue.  Afterwards he could not remember why he chose to do that, rather than use his 
fingers as he'd done in the bathroom, and it was only when she'd locked her fingers in his hair 
in a death grip that he realised that the strange, spicy overtone to her taste was the spunk 
he'd squirted into her less than a minute earlier.

	He hesitated for a moment with this realisation, feeling a faint sense of disquiet at 
the gayness of tasting his own emissions, but then her fingers tightened in his hair, as she 
pushed herself against his lips with almost bruising force. "Please!" she pleaded pitifully.

	A part of him, nurtured by playground ignorance and bigotry wanted to refuse, but a 
greater part, that was his love for his little sister, held sway and he extended his tongue into 
her hot, sticky groove, albeit hesitantly at first.  But her answering cry of delight pleased 
and encouraged him, letting him squash prejudices that were still only half formed and 
concentrate on giving his sister the pleasure that she had already given him.

	And soon they were a forgotten memory, he discovered to his intense delight that the 
flavour of their mingled juices was incredible beyond words, and he went after them ravenously.  
He forced his tongue deep into her fluttering opening, and hungrily slurped them up.  Suzy 
squealed and abandoned his wiry blond curls to grasp her legs and pull them back in order to 
offer him even greater access to her aching cunny.

	Despite his mind wiping hunger for their co-mingled fluids, Charlie retained enough 
presence of mind to remember that it was her clitty that most needed his attention.  Reluctantly 
he withdrew his tongue from her tight little cunny, and flicked it over her swollen pleasure 
bud.  She screamed, and her heels thudded painfully against his spine as she once again took 
hold of his head and crushed it painfully against her screaming cunny mound.

	Remembering how she had pleasured him, Charlie closed his lips around the small 
throbbing knob and sucked hard, and was rewarded with a grip that threatened to rip his hair out 
in clumps, and a lip bruising thrust of her pelvis.  But his pain was something remote compared 
to what he felt for his sister.  He hadn't been able to get her off with his dick like he was 
supposed to, but there were other ways, and he'd do it even if she snatched him bald in the 
process.

	Though he was becoming old enough for adolescent doubts and insecurities to colour his 
thinking, he still possessed enough of the indomitable confidence of his childhood to barrel 
along any path he'd committed himself too, regardless of his abilities.  And thus not knowing 
how to properly pleasure a girl with his mouth and tongue, he did it anyway.

	He flicked the small knob protruding past his lips with his tongue and was rewarded by a 
loud squeak and a tightening of the fingers entangled in his curls.  He cushioned his teeth with 
his lips and bit down upon it, and she shrieked, nearly bloodying his nose with her pubic bone 
as she raised herself up on her shoulders, her heels digging into his back.  Wanting more of her 
nectar, he released her clit, and sealed his lips around her cunny hole and tried to suck her 
dry.  He failed, but still got a mouthful of her sweet juices and his semen.

	He swallowed, and without thinking went after the copious quantities that had seeped 
from her cunny and down towards her bottom, only realising what he had done as tongue lapped 
over her wrinkled pink pucker, and his sister gasped with shock.  A small part of his mind 
cringed with disgust, but that part which was not mind, that was evolution's most potent tool, 
drove him to continue.  He cleaned her lovingly, and dragged his tongue back upwards to her 
clit.

