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Memories at 11:

Momentous things happened to me when I was 11. I'm sure that they are really not that momentous but they left a strong memory and so must have featured high on my importance list.

In the UK 11 is the usual age for children to move up to secondary education. Leaving behind my old school with its familiar faces, places and names was quite hard for me. Jamie just told me to enjoy the summer, but I knew I would miss some of the staff and also knew that the next school would be bigger, more difficult to navigate and that, once again, I would be at the bottom of the pecking order.

Still, Jamie was right about the summer and it only took a few days for me to relax into the long break.

We had no plans for a family holiday that year, I don't think money was too plentiful, but that didn't worry either Jamie or me. We were still living in town then, although we lived on the edge of town with playing fields behind us so we had plenty of open space whilst being close enough to wander in to the shops if the need arose. 

Mum & Dad were both working so we had the run of the place. A neighbour would keep an eye out for us and give us lunch but other than that we were completely free.

Our house was on a fairly busy road. It was a big old Victorian terraced property with a small front garden between the house and the road. Visitors would come to the front door but the rest of us used the rear entrance which we accessed via a small private lane shared by us and the four other houses in the terrace. The lane served 3 or 4 similar groups of homes, starting off as a concrete and tarmac service road off the main road and then dwindling as junctions veered off lefts and right to a potholed mud track with occasional areas of shingle where some resident or another had tried to make some small repairs.

It was on this lane that I had my first momentous experience of the year.

For some reason I was either in front of or behind Jamie heading back for lunch. Certainly, and most unusually, we were not together. I remember how cool it suddenly was when I left the concrete stretch and entered the less well made part were the trees closed overhead and formed a dappled canopy. I remember slowing a little to allow my eyes time to adjust to the new light and then I saw him.

A man, probably in his 40's stood to one side of the path. He just stood there looking at me.

I smiled and moved slightly to the far side of the track to walk past him. I remember that he didn't smile back.

I tried to look straight ahead and ignore him as I walked on past and I very nearly succeeded but when he sneezed I automatically turned and said "bless you".

He smiled at me then and, confident that he had my attention; he opened up his coat to show me his erection poking out from his trousers. Hours later I had thought of any number of clever things that I should have said. At the time I simply ran up the lane with his laughter ringing in my ears.

Jamie always made sure he was with me in the lane after that but we never saw the man again. Not that summer, not ever.

Finally the new school day arrived. Dressed up in our new uniforms we were packed off to walk the half mile or so to the school.

I remember being ushered into a large hall smelling of children and polish. I remember being so happy to see so many familiar faces and realising that I wasn't at the end of the pecking order. That delight would be reserved for the kids being bussed in from the smaller communities and who wouldn't know people from the town.

The day passed in a whir of organisation, chaos, noise and fun. Jamie and I were kept together in the same tutor group, although he instantly went of with the boys whilst I huddled with the girls, and all was right with the world.

At the end of each day Jamie and I would wait for each other and then chat on the way home. He would tell me what he and the boys were doing and I would share the same information about me and the girls. Within a couple of weeks it was clear that a new agenda was developing amongst our peers.

Now some would say that Jamie and I were lucky to have grown up together. Certainly, it meant that neither of us was obsessed with strange views of the opposite sex. I was probably one of the few 11 year old girls who had seen a 11 year old boy naked. Boys held no surprises for me and even less fascination. My girlfriends, however, could talk of little else apart from the male of the species. Of course none were interested in 11 year olds. They all had their sights set on some film or pop star. Similarly, Jamie's crowd were talking about girls. They weren't so fussy and would happily have taken an 11 year old given the chance. Their chatter was more about nakedness and feeling up or so my brother told me on the way home from school.

Anyways, nothing happened for several weeks. 

Then, one wet and windy October day when we were confined to the tutor room during the lunch break we were invaded. The invasion took the form of a group of boys a couple of years ahead of us. They swaggered in, commandeered desks to sit on and started talking to some of the girls. Those that weren't suddenly too shy to speak were the most popular!

Over the next few days whilst the weather stayed horrible, a hard core of those boys would return each day. I got to know them reasonably well and could chat to them quite happily without my tongue swelling up and gagging me as would so often happen with many of my friends.

The upshot was that, on the Friday, Daniel asked me to "go out" with him. I didn't really know what that entailed but Daniel was a nice enough boy and my friends were all egging me on so I said yes. That settled Daniel and the rest left.

That afternoon as school finished and Jamie and I started walking home, Daniel appeared at my elbow.

"Thought I'd walk ya home." He said catching his breath.

I was bemused but ok with it. Jamie just stared at him.

We walked pretty much in silence. I let him come as far as the muddy bit of the track and then suggested that he turn back in case anybody saw him.

The following week, much to Jamie's annoyance, Daniel walked with us every night. Finally on the Friday he managed to ask if I wanted to go to the pictures the following day. I said that I would ask mum and he thrust a scrap of paper with his telephone number into my hand and dashed off.

"So you gonna ask mum then?" said Jamie as we entered the back door of the house.

I nodded.

"She won't let ya. You're too young for dates."

I knew he was right but surely this wasn't a date, was it?

There was nobody else at home and so we dumped our bags, grabbed a can each and landed on the couch together. After a bit of cartoon fun I suggested that Jamie should come too. That way it wouldn't be a date and mum would be ok with it.

Jamie scowled at me.

"I don't even like dickhead Daniel." He stated.

"I know, but he's alright really.....go on Jamie, do it for me."

He smiled and nodded and we went back to the cartoons.

Mum readily agreed when I explained that a group of us were going to the pictures. I didn't say how small a group, or who else was in the group - just that it was a group. I made the call, quietly explaining that I would have a chaperone. If Daniel was upset he didn't show it so all was well.

At the pictures I sat between the boys. Barely concealed hostility from Jamie was completely ignored by Daniel. He was growing on me all the time.

I was quite happy when he put his arm around my shoulder. I was intrigued when he turned my head and kissed my lips. But when his hand started slipping down from my shoulder towards my chest I slapped it away and we watch the rest of the film in silence.

In truth, I didn't have breasts at that time. I don't have much in that department now. Jamie says that I could easily pass for 12 or 13 from the waist up. Only the flare of my hips gives away my physical maturity.

That being said, I knew that I shouldn't let a boy into that area. It just wasn't done.

I talked the matter over with my friends one lunchtime. It seemed that I was wrong. It seemed that it would be socially acceptable for me to let him touch my breast through clothing after a few dates. Well that was the consensus of opinion anyways.

On our third trip to the cinema I decided to let him. Trouble was, he wasn't trying anymore.

After the few minutes of thinking I leaned into him, lifted his arm and guided it around my shoulder. When he turned my head towards him a few minutes later I readily accepted his kiss. I could hear Jamie making disgusted noises behind me but I ignored him.

When Daniel let his hand slip a little from my shoulder I readied myself and let it happen.
He might have passed on by without noticing my breasts save for the instant reaction of my nipple. I have always had very sensitive nipples which seem to connect directly to my inner being but up until then I had never had one react quite like that.

Daniel let his hand rest on top of my nipple and was content to do just that. The heat coming through my shirt was incredible and to me the nipple seemed to be throbbing. I turned and kissed him this time. I was rewarded with his other hand reaching out and gently rubbing my second nipple. I was in heaven. Nothing else mattered, especially when the first hand also started a gentle massage.

All too soon the film ended. 

As we emerged into the late afternoon Jamie told me I looked like a beetroot and Daniel told me I was gorgeous.

Thereafter walking home would take longer. Once in the seclusion of the lane Daniel would kiss me and I would enjoy the feel of his hands wandering over my school blouse. Jamie would walk on and wait a little way up the track so that we could still arrive home together and I would let Daniel touch me until Jamie got bored and started coughing or singing. Then I would break away from Daniel and walk the rest of the way willing my nipples to subside before we met anybody else.

In fact we were almost always the first ones home so I rarely had to hide my reddy complexion or sensitive enlarged nipples.

A few weekends later and Daniel was invited home to play. Officially he was Jamie's guest but as usual we twins always shared and so I too joined in with the boys.

We spent much of the afternoon in the playroom in the attic. We started a game of Monopoly but I was quickly distracted by Daniel's wandering hands. Jamie sighed theatrically an retreated to a sofa with a book whilst Daniel stretched me out alongside the Monopoly board kissed me and caressed my breast area. My nipples quickly asserted themselves and my t shirt bulged impressively. I remember that Daniel was smiling at me as I closed my eyes.

He concentrated on my nipples for some time. I don't really know how long. They were exquisitively sensitive to his touch, almost painful, but I loved it. I was aware of my t shirt being pulled out of my jeans but I really didn't care. I was aware of one of his hands sliding under my shirt and, for the first time, touching my erect nipple directly. That was something else. His hands were hot and sweaty and yet they left a cold trail over my hotter nipple.

Every now and then I would open my eyes and glance at Jamie. I knew he was watching but I never caught him. Whenever I looked he was buried in his book.

When mum called us down for tea I was heartbroken.

I spent several minutes in the bathroom getting my breath back and letting my excitement subside before I followed the boys downstairs.

The next time he visited Daniel was less subtle.

As soon as we entered the playroom and shut the door behind us he reached around from behind and cupped my breasts.

"Oh please!" muttered Jamie as he stalked off and picked up his book.

I just stood there trembling as those hands played with my instantly erect nipples.

He didn't wait long before dropping his hands, grabbing my shirt and tugging it up. I must have helped but I don't remember. All I remember is my t shirt floating over my head and my eyes briefly locking with the furious stare of my brother before Daniel attacked my naked nipples. I remember that I wanted to lie down or sit but that Daniel kept me upright. I remember that my knees felt weak and threatened to give from tie to time. I remember the popper on my jeans suddenly undoing and then I remember Jamie.

"That's enough Daniel." He said.

"Maybe you should go do something else" replied Daniel.

"Ok, whatever you say, but the moment I leave Mum & Dad will want to know what you two are up to."

"So stay, but keep quiet."

I felt my jeans zipper being lowered.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Jamie "I think that it's time you went home."

I gathered myself enough to nod my agreement and a few moments later Daniel left.

Jamie and I had a long chat afterwards. Basically he wanted to know what I actually wanted. He said he wasn't sure that I really knew what was happening and I had to admit that I had no real control once Daniel started playing with my nipples.

We talked for a long time before Jamie promised to talk to Daniel and to do it nicely.

It was me who was left out on that walk home from school. My bro spent the entire journey giving a lecture to Daniel, 2 years his senior. Later that evening he told me what he had told Daniel. Basically, he could play above the waist but not below. 

Daniel confirmed the gist of the conversation the following evening on our walk home. He also told me that Jamie had promised to hurt him real bad if he did any more. Daniel laughed that off but something in his eyes told me that he knew Jamie would find a way if necessary.

Anyways, Jamie was always with us.

Well nearly always.

One sullen Thursday Jamie got into a fight. It wasn't his fault but both boys were given a detention the following evening. That left me to walk home alone with Daniel. We kissed a little in the usual spot and his hands wandered in the usual manner. Pretty soon I was happy to be guided by him. I mentioned the playing fields behind the houses. They were pretty basic areas with metal goalposts at either end and a small wooden hut used as a changing room. It was the changing rooms that I was guided into. I must have helped as he had to get me over a fence and across 50 foot of grass first but I really don't remember much.

I do remember the smell of wood preservative inside. I do remember being pushed against a wall and finding a cross member to hold onto behind my back as Daniel fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I do remember his mouth closing around one nipple and then the other and I remember telling him not to stop. I recall the pain of my nipples being tugged and twisted and then soothed again by his lips. I knew his hands were under my skirt, that my panties were heading south and I remember the empty feeling when it all stopped and Daniel was hurled backwards across the room to land on the floor with a thud.

Jamie helped me dress and ushered me home. We were fortunate. Nobody else was in at the time. He gave me a drink and later he told me what he had found.

Having come home to find the house empty he knew that Daniel would be trying something and the hut was the first place he had thought to look.

Even now, at 23, Jamie says that one of the sexiest sights he has ever seen was of me being mauled by Daniel. I was leaning against the wall of the hut. My blouse was undone and completely open. My nipples were red and enlarged. My knickers were hanging off of one ankle and my skirt was lifted up and tucked into its own waistband. I was effectively bared to the world, or at least to Daniel and Jamie.

Daniel never said more than a passing hello after that. He never even got that close to Jamie. I don't actually know what happened, but I'm guessing that Jamie had the element of surprise and took advantage of it. That's my bro!

But that's not the end of my story.

By Christmas time Jamie was putting all of Daniels teachings into practise. He had obviously watched the boy carefully.

Our roles were reversed. I sat on the sofa and read whilst Jamie molested our neighbour. 

Lizzy Bennett was a little older than we were. Only by 6 months or so but it meant that she was 12 at Christmas whilst we were still 11. That meant something to Jamie and he targeted her as soon as he realised. Lizzy went to a fee paying school a few miles away and so had few friends in the immediate vicinity. She and I would spend some time together and, inevitably, that meant that Jamie would also spend time with her.

It started with him engineering a truth or dare session and finding a way to kiss her. After that she seemed quite happy to be part of a secret tryst and, once they got going, I would retreat to the sofa with my book and watch them surreptitiously. 

The first few meets were just kissing. But pretty soon Jamie had "brushed" over her breasts. Once he had gotten away with it once he did it again and again until all pretence had vanished and he was happily groping her tits through her shirt.

At 12 Lizzy wasn't well endowed, but she had (and still has) a more impressive figure than me. You could clearly see the small mounds under her t shirt and these were only accentuated when her nipples rose up under Jamie's ministrations. 
At first progress was slow. We only saw Lizzy at weekends. But during the Christmas break things really got moving.

Christmas Eve and both families were happy to see their children entertaining themselves up in the attic playroom.

Jamie played with her breast for ages before sliding a hand under her shirt for the first time. A second hand quickly joined it and I heard her gasp at the double contact. Before it was tie to go home the girl had lost her shirt and sat, slightly self consciously, resting back against Jamie whilst he reached around and played with her breasts. I think she was only self conscious because she was facing me but I did my best to convince her that I was engrossed in my book.

The day after Boxing Day Lizzy came around again. It took less than 20 minutes for her sweatshirt to be discarded and her bra, a new dimension for us all, followed suit a few minutes later.

Laying her on her back Jamie went to work on her nipples with hands and mouth. Occasionally he would let his hands wander lower, pressing between her legs, but always they returned promptly to her breasts.

Eventually, his hands stayed long enough to undo her jeans. The next visit saw her zipper lowered and the denim folded back to reveal her white cotton panties before he once again retreated to the sanctuary of her tits.

I watched as he made her writhe on the floor. Her jeans slipped slightly but only very slightly. I was disappointed but Jamie was only interested in her tits.

He looked up and winked at me. That look conveyed so much.

Putting my book down I ambled over. Lizzy wasn't wearing shoes, none of us did in the house. So I reached down, grabbed the hem of each trouser leg and pulled gently whilst Jamie suckled on her breast. 

There was a brief moment when nothing happened. Then Lizzy lifted her hips slightly and the material started flowing off of her legs and into my hands. Soon she wore her white panties and her yellow socks and dazed look in her eyes.

It took seconds for Jamie to tug urgently on the panties and for Lizzy to lift up once more. He shoved them down to below her knees and I guided them the last few inches and away. We let her keep her socks on.

I was spellbound. 

Jamie used lips, teeth and fingers on her nipples and she writhed and bucked and spread her legs in rude nakedness. I watched as Jamie slipped a finger into her and she writhed still more and I marvelled at what Jamie had learned and what he had saved me from. Such wanton crudity. Such a vulgar display and such a smell!

Over the remaining days of the Christmas holiday we stripped her 3 more times. I say "we" because there was no longer any pretence. Jamie led the charge but I was happy to carry out orders. 

The second time Jamie inserted marbles into her. The next he inserted marbles into her and then took her for a walk, down from the attic, into each of our bedrooms and back again. All the while he told her that mum and dad were watching TV and that she shouldn't make any noise.

The third and final time was in her own house. Whilst both sets of parents drank and laughed in the lounge we played in her bedroom. Once naked she was made to sneak downstairs to the kitchen and grab bottles of coke and crisps. 

It never happened again after that Christmas break and within a few years both families had moved away and lost touch.


