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Little miss Naughty or: My Forbidden Summer of Sin

Little miss Naughty or: My Forbidden Summer of Sin

Valerie Gray Little miss Naughty or: My Forbidden Summer of Sin

    Dear Diary,
    So today is my 12th birthday. Yesterday was the strangest day of my life. It started out with my first “wet dream” and then I learned about some of the secrets to becoming a woman. I will attempt to write down exactly what happened, but after this, I will definitely have to make sure this diary is hidden from here on out.
    I mean, if my mom or dad were ever to find this! Yikes!
    To begin, I'll start with the dream and how I woke up this morning.
    Terry, my brother, sat on the bed, with his back to the door.
    Until a few minutes ago he had been resting quite comfortably.
    He wiped the sleep from his eyes and rose from the bed, strolling over to the dresser and retrieved a clean set of shorts and headed off to the bathroom.
    I, being just one year younger, heard movement from inside his room and rushed to gather my clothes together. As I crossed out of my room, I was just in time to see the bathroom door ajar and heard the water begin to flow from the shower. Damn, just once I'd like to be able to beat him. Nothing I try to do has ever phased him in the least. My brother must be the most arrogant butthole in the universe.
    The boat shuddered, as if hitting one of the speedbumps found at the entrance to their old apartment in Cleveland, Ohio.
    Sometimes I wished my parents hadn't taken their vacation out on the ocean. Why couldn't they have just gone to Disneyland like other families?
    Glancing at my calendar above the desk, I noticed it was Friday the 13th. Since this was also my birthday, I recalled how my parents told me of my being born into this world during the bombing of Berlin. Now that I am twelve years of age, did they actually think I believed I had been dropped by a stork? I probably knew more about sex then they did. I'd heard their sounds of lovemaking. Did they think I was deaf to the banging of the bed against my bedroom wall? Did it really only take about four minutes to satisfy each other? Like, for real. that I would believe that the stork brought me, why did they insist on treating me like a child? Many is the time I wish that I had a friend that I could absolutely trust to tell any and all of my secrets. I wish there was someone who treated me with respect. Who treated me as an equal.
    I have only one brother. He is like a mirror image of me, only he is one year older. Many people mistake us for being twins.
    If it wasn't for finally my maturing enough to having a bit of a chest, and my long hair black hair, we could be mistaken as identical brothers. I blame him for being older. He is always teasing and picking on me. It is few and far between that I am able to get back at him. Just last week he had stolen one of my new training bras and was using it as a slingshot in the back yard with some of the neighborhood boys. I got even with him by taking his adult magazines, hidden under his bedroom, mattress. I'll bet he is still worried that it was mom who had found them.
    Leaving my bedroom, I have decided I am tired of having to wait for my brother to finish in the bathroom for my turn. So I stormed into the bathroom and pulled my panties down, sat on the toilet and glared at his wet form through the shower's glass door.
    Terry heard the door open, but it didn't register until a few moments later that someone was with him. Continuing to shampoo his hair, and then rinsing it, he noticed my staring at him.
    Since he was only thirteen, and his masculinity was just kicking in, the fact that his sister was in the bathroom was just a bit too much for his juvenile pride to handle. He shut the water off and slid the shower door open. Acting like it didn't bother him in the least, he grabbed a towel and dried his hair, and began working his way down his body. As he reached his penis, he emphasized the fact that he had just reached puberty and the light tuft of curls were given extreme attention with his towel.
    He enjoyed the amazed look on my face as I watched him exhibit himself in this manner. Just to add the icing on the cake, he wrapped the towel around the penis of his penis and stroked it a few times to cause it to become semi-erect. Its normal size of two inches, grew to just over three, as he excited himself to an semi-erection. A small drop of moisture formed at the eye of his hardening penis. He must have noticed I was intently watching the jerking movements and pulses his penis, made as he moved his towel again up and down the length of his penis.
    I didn't blink an eye. If it was a battle of the body as well as the mind, I would do my best to keep with him. I leaned back on the toilet and allowed him to watch me urinate into the water below. Normally that might make most males a bit apprehensive and turned off, but he had never seen a girl perform this private bodily function. Males just usually strolled up to a john, whipped it out and aimed for the water below. His erection grew slightly as he observed me. Terry could see the spray flow from my mound and splash below. He watched the golden fluid as it left my body to shower upon the water. I then took a few sheets of toilet paper and wiping myself, I made sure that my fingers caused my vagina to spread apart and expose its virginal entrance.
    We hadn't seen each others bodies since we had stopped taking baths together, around five years ago. This open viewing was really the most that either of us had seen of the opposite sex naked. I calmly bent over to pull my panties up, and while doing so, brought my face purposely to within inches of his penis. My breath had to have been felt by him as I stood upright. Strolling over to the door, I left the bathroom without so much as a backwards glance. I thought, silently to myself, that I had definitely finally bested him. Maybe now he would treat me more like an adult, instead of a brat baby sister!
    Closing the door behind me, I placed an ear against it to listen for any comments Terry might make under his breath. All I could hear was a continuous smacking sound. Lowering my eyes to the keyhole, I observed my brother stroking his penis furiously. His balls swinging, as he pummeled his fist from the tip, to the base, in a heated fashion. Suddenly his knees started buckling and I wished that I could see his face, but could only note that he was pumping his fist almost faster than I could follow. With a moan from inside the bathroom, I watched as he spurted his hot white semen. At his young age, he shot so hard, that it seemed he might never end. When he finished I saw him wiping his hand with the towel and attempting to clean the floor of his sticky substance. He then pulled on his under shorts, so off I ran to my room.
    Hearing his bedroom door close, I knew that he had left and now could go in and take a shower. Upon entering the bathroom, I turned and placed the catch that served as a lock on the inside the door and stripped myself of my night shirt and panties. I saw in the mirror how erect my nipple had become and they seemed to be at least twice as large. I was really proud of the way my body had matured over the last few months. My gaze fell to the sink, where I had noticed Terry had been facing. I saw about three splotches of gooey white stuff on the edge. Remembering how his penis had erupted, I reached down and for the first time in my life touched semen. I noticed, almost in a scientific manner, that it was indeed sticky, as some of the other more experienced girls in my class had bragged to me. I could still feel the heat from its moisture. Bringing my fingers up to my face, I could actually smell the scent of him. Disappointed, but curious, I couldn't bring herself to taste something found in a bathroom. Rubbing the semen between my fingers, I imagined two people having sex. I mean real sex. The man plunging deep inside of the woman, bringing them both to new heights of passion. I wondered what the explosion of it deep inside myself would feel like. My other hand naturally found the cleft between my legs and I began to slide my index finger gently between the moist lips. With my other hand, I placed the sticky material on my nipples and pinching them ever so slightly, felt electric jolts throughout my body. I had never revealed feelings such as those that were overbearing my body now. I thrust my pelvis out as I tore at the sheets that confined me.

    Dear Diary,
    This ends my dream and I will attempt to tell you of what happened during that following morning. It had seemed so real.
    I couldn't believe that I had thought about Terry that way, but my father never let me go around other boys. He is really the only male close to my age I have contact with. But as the morning began, I soon learned more about becoming a woman.
    It was then I awoke, realizing I had just experienced my first graphic 'wet dream.' My left hand was still thrust deep into my panties and the moisture from deep inside had escaped to soak the sheets about myself. The last thing I remembered from the night before, was curling up to read a book. I had been visiting with my girlfriend and there had been a lack of reading material for my age in the guest room. So having discovered an adult book hidden in the bottom dresser drawer, and in the curiosity of it, I decided to see if some of the stories I had heard spoken about these books, with my friends, might be true.
    The book had been quite graphic in detail and seemed to bring a warmth to my private areas. At first my knees bounced back and forth causing my thighs to open and close, this movement had always excited me before, but it wasn't quite enough for me any more. I needed more sensation than the simple hint of excitement it caused. I couldn't help but pull my panties to the side and begin sliding my finger up and down my privates as I read. As I got more into the story, I suddenly started to feel my vagina muscles quiver. Scared, I quit touching myself, but continued to read.
    It was only a few pages later I realized that my finger was again pressing itself against my moist slit. My breath quickened as I read how the hero of the story was ravaging a beautiful Amazon woman. As my eyes grew heavy, I decided I had read enough for one night and placed the book on the night stand and turned over and fell fast asleep. It wasn't until my “wet dream” that I had discovered that my imagination was waking me up and causing me to think more like a woman instead of a little girl.
    Drawing my hand from the inside of my panties, I drew back the covers and wandered off to the bathroom to clean up before anyone else in the house woke up. Passing through the hallway, I noticed that my girlfriend, Carla, was lying in her bed, with the covers thrown about her as well. I wondered if she might be having these feelings as well. Yet it was still early in the morning, and my friend was still deep asleep. Carla normally wore boys pajamas to bed and I could see that Carla had only worn the shirt. It's buttons had opened, during her tossing in the night, and one nipple was peeking out between the now open gap. I stepped into the room and covered her up with the sheet she had tossed aside in the night.
    On down through the hallway, I passed my girlfriend's parents room. Carla's parents both worked at jobs that took them out of town on occasion, so it was often you might find one of them gone for days. This time Carla's dad happened to be home.
    Boy was he handsome for his age, which was 43.
    I kept thinking that if he was about twenty years younger and not married I might have been lucky enough to marry a man like him.
    Peeking into his room, I noticed him asleep on the bed. His muscular body was turned from me, yet I could tell he never slept in pajamas like my own brother or father did. He usually wore short pants. Having caught glimpses of him after he removed them, to retire for the night, I knew that he wore only skimpy briefs. On tip toe, I crept into his room and to the other side of the bed and gazed down upon his sleeping form. My eyes immediately trailed down his body to alight upon his crotch. Thinking back, I remembered how some girls said they liked to look at a mans butt. I chuckled, as I had always thought that was silly. I mean, a girl couldn't have sex with a mans butt, could they?
    He had been lying on the floor watching TV with them earlier.
    I wished he had fallen asleep there. I imagined taking advantage of him while he sleeping at my feet. I could have easily touched his penis and he would have never known. The one time I had really wished he had stayed in the front room and wrestled with me, tackling me and pinning my body to the floor, with his crotch next to mine, separated only by thin pieces of cloth. His innocent tickling came so close to sexually teasing.
    Last night I would have teased him back with threats of de-pantsing him, and I knew that he would have let me. Some men really enjoyed having the woman being dominate. Especially when they were unsure of how far to go with them. This meant that the girl could have control over a situation and was usually more relaxed and excitable knowing she was the master over his total existence. Mike was just one of the few men who had this quality. If he ever stepped slightly out of bounds, he instantly apologized and I knew he really meant it.
    It was then Mike rolled over onto his back. I jumped next to the dresser, so that he might not see me if he woke up. Yet the regular breathing of his, showed me that he was still in a deep sleep. His arm covered his face and a slight stubble was forming, since he must have forgotten to shave the prior morning.
    The way he was laying was now more to my advantage, as I had a clear view of his stretched out body. He was indeed wearing a pair of silk briefs. They may normally cover his penis, yet at these early hours of the morning, showed his penis semi-erect. My brother often had a hard-on that formed a little tent in his sheets, and mom had explained that most males get an erection when they sleep. It seemed they never stopped thinking of sex or something related to that subject. Little did they know that women have the same feelings, but would never let the male species catch on to that fact!
    As I looked down at him, I discovered the tip of his penis had slipped out the elastic of his briefs and was in plain sight for me to view. I knew that if he was to wake up now, he would never say a word, yet the embarrassment of being there, would make me want to melt into the floor. Just as the thought of seeing his totally nude body crossed my mind, I leaned over to gain a closer view of the crown of his cock. His heavy breathing showed me that he was still fast asleep. I cautiously reached down and touched the outline of his penis through his briefs. His breaths became faster and I noticed his penis becoming more erect. Scared, I backed away from him, yet couldn't bring myself to leave. Leaning over again, I placed my finger in the gap formed by his penis and the elastic of his briefs. I had played enough tricks on my brother, that I knew that most men could sleep through an atomic explosion.
    Even if he did awaken, I knew he would pretend to stay asleep.
    It was doubtful that he would wake up though.
    Drawing my attention to the main attraction within inches of me, I pulled back on the elastic of Mike's skimpy briefs. I gasped, as my slight touch caused his now rigid penis to help bring the thin material away from his body. His breathing was now much more rapid, yet I sensed he was still asleep. I thought, if anything, he will probably think this is all a dream, such as I had earlier. My hand trembled as I pulled the shorts down farther and exposed his complete penis. I had never viewed a mans penis. Sure, I had seen my brothers when they were younger, yet that was nothing like the fully developed appendage I was viewing now. It was really scary, thrilling, electrifying, and definitely went against everything I had been taught and warned about. But I had to stay and see that beautiful, yet intimidating penis. Someday I knew I would feel the pulsing of one just like this, between my own legs.
    The thought of his cock driving itself deep inside my privates almost caused me to run out of the room. Just the idea that something so large could ever plunge into me, caused my body to cringe. It was then I realized that women must have been made to be compatible and though I couldn't, no wouldn't, imagine it pulsing in my most private of places. I knew my privates could stretch to accept his throbbing penis, had I really wanted it to.
    I had to touch him and see if it was real. My tiny fingers lightly ran themselves up and down the base of his penis.
    Bravely, I even reached down, and tickled the pubic hairs that surrounded his testicles. His breath became ragged as I continued running my fingers through his pubic hairs. Realizing that if I continued my exploration, he might ejaculate. I stopped until his breathing became more regular. I just had to know if what the other girls said was true about the taste of semen. Would I be able to make him perform without his waking up? Was cum actually salty? Why did they say it was sticky?
    This must be why women can have total control over a man, as least in the bedroom. If I could control him, I could learn to control anything that came up against me in life. But could he orgasm without having intercourse? Was what I was doing classified as having sex? Only a few people might say yes, many would argue the other way. Yet wasn't sex the actual act of intercourse? Couldn't two people enjoy each other's company intimately without actual penetration?
    There were too many thoughts running through my head. I felt like I was angry with all the people in the world. Why wasn't life just plain and simple? Why do we have to hide everything we do as if it is wrong? Why did we even have to wear clothes?
    It seemed like only the rich could wear fancy clothes and if no one wore any, then we'd have to classify people for what they were instead of what they wore. Are these thoughts wrong?
    What is wrong? Some say that a woman's body is a temple, while others state it's a receptacle. Some men could be so cruel, while others were so nice. It was then I came to the realization that it would only be resolved if I decided herself. Each of us are individuals and no one is the same. The best decisions may be okay for the majority, yet that still meant that some minorities would still be hurt. True one should save themselves for marriage, yet in this day and age of divorce and separation and abuse, what is the reasoning for loosing so many years of a life, saving for that one special person, just to have them leave later? What about disease? Couldn't that be God's way of punishing those who do not abstain? Yet didn't God give us this urge to explore and be intimate? He didn't just have us 'reproduce'! It's true, most girls mature physically more than mentally, but hadn't I really been the one in charge of our household since both of my own parents were away at work most of time? I felt that I was much more mentally fit then most adults would admit. The fact was, I was probably more mature than many adults I knew.
    I made my decision in one felled swoop. I knew that I pondered on the answer I would give myself many times in the past, if the chance ever arose, it would be this. I would insure that any man I might explore the facts of life with, would have to follow the ground rules we both set forth. With neither of us going too far and yet far enough to satisfy each other. This would allow me to be true to the way I had been raised and yet true to myself.
    Doesn't a flower bloom and share its beauty, before the petals fall off to allow it to seed before dying?

    Dear Diary,
    I can remember back when I was seven and Tommy, the boy next door and I played “I'll show you mine if you show me yours.”
    I can remember wondering why I had been born without a penis like him. Now I am glad that I am a woman. We seem to have the better deal. I remember touching Tommy's little echo of penis, and even at his early years, he had gotten a hard-on.
    I think it scared him more than me, because he had pulled his shorts up and went running from the shed. I have always secretly desired to see what might have happened had I continued playing with his privates.
    Now that I had made my decision, I threw caution to the wind and decided to give myself some pleasure, instead of always playing second fiddle. I really wanted to experiment more, and I knew that I could trust Mike. I lowered my tongue to swirl it around his erect penis. His body responded with a slight thrust up, causing his penis to actually enter my mouth. I liked the taste of his penis, and my excitement was building deep within me. Raising my head and releasing his penis, it stood straight up, pulsing and calling to be satisfied. I stood upright and removed my night shirt. My nipples were erect and jutted forward in excitement. This was my choice and I was the one in control. No one was telling me I had to do this. It just felt right!
    I couldn't bring myself to remove my panties, it was as if the fact that one of us had our underwear on, then we wouldn't have to worry about going to far.. I then placed one hand against the now totally soaked material of my pink panties and rubbed my fingers into the cleft formed between my legs. Throwing caution to the wind, I again lowered my lips to kiss his penis. I could see this excited his body and caused my own arousal to increase. My free hand began exploring his penis, cupping it and bringing it up and down against his penis in a pumping action, I could feel the sack below tighten. His penis became more rigid in my exploration. My tongue felt his cock pulsing now and I could feel his hips starting to thrust slightly.
    Frightened, but feeling totally nasty, I brought my mouth deeper onto his penis. I took as much of his penis inside as I thought possible. I imagined my mouth to be the deep warmth of my vagina. My other hand was now working my mound faster and faster. I had never felt this good and especially not in this way. It was so good and bad at the same time.
    His thrusts into my mouth were now matching the bobbing of my head, as I slid my lips down the length of his penis as far as I could, until bringing it back up to rest just before his cock could escape the confines of the warmness of my throat. Just as I thought I would fall to my knees, in my own tingling rush of excitement in anticipation, my legs quivered and he couldn't hold back his intense pleasure and he spewed forth. The force of his cumming caused some of it to trickle down my throat and it felt like a warm fire forming in my mouth. The taste of his semen caused me to orgasm. My Fingers were no longer just playing around the edges of my vagina, but thrusting deep within myself. My panties were now more in the way, yet gave me enough access to jam my fingers to the first knuckle. I wanted them to go deeper, yet with the confinement of my underwear, I continued to thrust them as far inside as they would go. His orgasm was greater than I could have imagined and he continued to spurt into my mouth. I gagged slightly and pulled my head back, but refused to stop pumping his penis with my hand. Now I could see the semen spurt through the tiny eye at the crown of his penis. My own orgasm intensified and I had to let go of his cock to finish my own needs. My free hand flew to my nipples and pinching them, while I rammed my other hand deep inside myself, thrusting my fingers around the elastic waistband that had kept me from enjoying the pleasure of my fingers deeply penetrating deep inside. I watched him continue to ejaculate and it dribbled down the length of his penis to pool on his chest. My hand acted as if it was acting of its own accord, plunging again and again inside of me. It drove me over the edge. My hips began thrusting and my first real orgasm began.
    With each quiver of my fingers, I pressed my palm against my mound, forcing pressure against my clitoris. Faster and deeper I plunged. I looked over and saw Mike watching me. The thought of him viewing me masturbate like this didn't embarrass me like I thought it would. It actually increased my own excitement.
    Knowing that he was seeing me so vulnerable and exposed, thrilled me as never before. My vagina twitched and contracted with each thrust of my fingers. My knees gave out and I threw herself against the bed. I viewed his penis only inches from my face and I spasmed again in complete orgasm. I now was truly incorporated into the world of the forbidden sexual knowledge of being a woman.
    It left me feeling complete and total.

    Dear Diary,
    Here is the turning point. If it hadn't been someone as mature and caring as Mike, I might have decided life was no longer worth living. As I note below, I am reminding myself what a wonderful person he has turned out to be.
    Looking up at me, Mike just smiled. Now that I was spent and my orgasm complete, I was coming down to reality. I knew that he was awake and the hope that he would sleep through this was shattered. Any other man would have never even come close to waking up, but for my thrusts against him while I shuddered in my orgasm had jolted him. Heck I could have probably straddled him and rode him till he exploded deep inside of me and he wouldn't have woke up, but in my excitement, I had shaken the bed with my quivering body.
    Wow was this getting complicated!
    Mike just raised one finger to his lips indicating for me to sssshush, and asked if I might not want to use the bathroom and take a shower. I just nodded my head yes and started to turn away, when he asked to stop a second and talk. In a whisper, I told him that he must hate me and be angry for the way that I acted. Mike replied, “no, in fact I am anything but in hate for you. What you have done is to fulfill the need of both yourself and another person. There is nothing that is more wonderful and beautiful in this world then two people showing such closeness. In all your beauty and caring, how can one hate? It is so much better to give than receive and you have given me the sexual pleasure of your attention. What more could a man pray for?” I cried that it had all been a mistake. I promised to never do it again. He looked up at me and when our eyes met, we knew that would be a lie. At that moment we cared for each other more than just as friends. But we knew that we could always go back to just being friends, should either one of us decided we needed to. We would never loose the memory of the closeness and open feelings they had, but I had to get him to promise to never say anything to anyone. He laughed and said, “Who could I tell? It would get me into more trouble than you.
    Remember you are underage. In actuality you have me in your power. I am yours to command… to a point.”
    What does that mean?
    I'm not sure, but I liked it a lot.

    Dear Diary,
    As I said earlier, isn't he just the most beautiful person? I have always dreamed of being close to someone I could tell (and yes, act out) my most private feelings. I am so glad that I have him for a friend!
    I then left to use the bathroom. When I stepped into the shower, and where I felt I might have been washing to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature enough to handle them.
    Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Carla had awaken and would figured she would soon be over into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting forth through the material. As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again.
    The taste of his semen was a special memory in my mouth, where I savored it and it caused small electrical pulses to course throughout my body again. Just them Carla came bouncing into the room.
    She asked if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike today.
    I asked her, “If your father or mother taking us?”
    Carla said, “ Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at least two more days. Why?”
    I casually replied, “I was just curious because your dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with.”
    Carla said, “Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way, bring an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the woods and we might convince Dad if we can go swimming in it.”
    We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck toward Potters Dam. It was a wonderful day out, with the sun shining ever so brightly. As we veered around a particularly sharp bend, I found myself leaning against Mike. Rather than draw away, I kept myself close to him. I glanced over at Carla and saw her looking away toward the mountains in the distance. I sneaked my hand over and gently squeezed Mikes crotch, while I kept my eyes trained on Carla to insure she wasn't looking.
    When we arrived at the entrance to the parking area, we noticed other hikers were already there so we parked as far from them as possible. Grabbing our gear we headed off toward the blind mans bluff.
    It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Mike managed to help us whenever we needed it and we soon were deep into the woods. We came up on a wide area overlooking the river that fed into the lake below. Hearing shouts and taunts, we went farther around the bend and could see the entire river basin from there.
    Looking down, Carla and I were both surprised to see four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the river.
    They were racing to the edge, jumping out and then diving back in. I could see their small claims to penis bouncing up and down as they ran to and fro. Carla just stared open mouthed.
    I looked over at her and replied, “Hey you better close that mouth or one of them boys might find something to fill it with.”
    Carla just continued to stare for a few moments, and than turned to me and was like: “It'd take all four of them to even satisfy me, let alone you!” It was then Carla remembered her father was standing behind them. She corrected herself and said, “I mean… like when I'm older.”
    Mike just chuckled and went, “Ain't if wonderful to be young.
    I'm going to go on a little farther, you two can catch up in a second.”
    We continued to watch the boys splash around for a few minutes and joked at each other about which one of the boys would grow up and satisfy us the most. The boys must have been from a nearby town, as neither of us knew any of them, yet one boy stood out in the crowd. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, and had definitely reached puberty. His masculinity was obvious, even from the distance that we watched. After about five minutes of casual comments on the boys we then went on down the trail and caught up with Carla's father.
    As we traversed farther into the woods, butterflies crossed our path and red wing blackbirds were flying around. A squirrel passed just in front of us and we continued over the trail toward the lake. Carla was looking up at the robins building a next up in a tree when she fell over a hidden root and twisted her ankle. Her sharp cry brought Mike back immediately. He picked her up and carried her toward a clearing at the edge of the lake. Gently he set her down and removed her tennis shoe and examined how bad her foot might be. He found no visible damage but told her to stay off it for a few minutes. He said we needed a break anyway. Carla made herself comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Carla said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if she rested there and read some of her book while she relaxed. Mike and I glanced at each other and we both said simultaneously, that we didn't mind.
    Mike said he was going to take a quick walk along the edge of the lake, and I offered to go with him. As we went out of sight, Mike called back to Carla for her to just yell if she needed them, as he would be within shouting distance, and to not get on her foot until we came back and he checked it out.

    Dear Diary,
    Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back home, my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big brat. If only he would grow up. God, it seemed boys never matured! He just stormed into my room, without knocking or anything. At least I was able to put you away before he realized what I was writing.
    I will try to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.
    We had no longer gotten out of sight of Carla, when another clearing appeared. It was as if it had been made especially for us. Mike sat on the soft grass and leaned back against the tree that was shading them. I snuggled up against him and reached over to unbutton his shirt.
    His chest was covered with hair and I ran my hands through them. He put his arm around my waist and like a boy in a drive-in theater, sneaked his hand against my small breasts. Mike said, “I want to be open with you, I don't want to ever hurt you, so if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say no and we'll stop.” These were the words that I so needed to hear. I knew that he would stop if we got too far. Slowly my hand trailed down his chest. Mike allowed me to do everything. I was in complete control. This way I also knew I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything that I did not want to. But, oh did my body want to. I could already feel the moisture building up deep between my thighs in anticipation of what might, no, would happen.
    He watched me reach down and slowly untie the strings that held his pants up. I slipped my hands inside his pants and attempted to tug them down. Mike lifted up and allowed me to pull them down exposing his briefs. His cock was already straining to be free. Leaning over he pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Then he turned to me, and said, “Now it's my turn to please you.”

    Dear Diary,
    I had to take a break just now. Reflecting back on some of these memories has gotten me excited just thinking about the new and exciting pleasures my body and mind has been awakened to.
    Thank goodness I am typing this, or my hands would show a definite shaking in the writing. I'm going to get a glass of diet coke and get right back to writing this while I still have it all fresh in my mind.
    Mike gently lay me on my back, with it leaned against the tree he had been resting on, and lifted my tee-shirt over my head.
    My tiny nipples stood out crying for attention. He obliged them, by leaning over and gently sucking the edges of my buds.
    My breasts were not yet fully developed, so he was able to place his whole mouth over them while he explored my nipples with his tongue.
    Releasing the one breast caused me to feel a moment of disappointment, yet as he began kissing my other and cupping the first, I was soon quietly moaning. He then reached down to my pants and began unzipping them. Scared again, I placed my hand down to stop him. He immediately stopped. This gave me the confidence in knowing that I could stop him if I needed to.
    I unzipped my pants myself and he helped me to remove them. My cotton white panties were already soaked and he could see the outline of my slit through the thin material. Mike slowly rolled my panties down, exposing my pre-pubescent privates to the forest that surrounded us and to the world.
    My mound is just beginning to be covered in a dark fuzz that passed for pubic hair. The innocence of my delicate tuft showed him my inexperience in the ways of life. He gently and ever so delicately, tugged my panties down past my knees and lay them atop the pants thrown to the side.
    I had placed my hands over my tiny mound as if protecting myself from his gaze. Mike then did a wicked thing. He began kissing my feet. Inching his way up, just past my ankles, then to my calves, upward toward my knees. Then without regards to my hands, he slowly spread my legs apart with his gentle kisses.
    I was now more nervous as he inched himself closer and closer to my vagina. Just when I thought I would get up and run, I found some hidden courage and I steeled myself to let his tongue meet my sex. As it slid up and down my slit, it caused waves of new feelings to come over me.
    My legs spread themselves even more, in hopes of this constant attention. He separated the tiny lips that covered my tunnel and his experienced tongue now whipped itself around my clitoris like a Condor. I hadn't even realized I had such a part of my body that was so sensitive to a man's touch.
    Soon my hips were thrusting up to drive his face deeper into me.
    My juices were flowing forth like the Mississippi River and he was sucking it all up.
    As the first wave of intense buildup of unexplained emotions built up in me, I realized what exactly a orgasm was. I knew that my first real orgasm had began. I knew that my previous attempts of playing with myself could never compare to this. It took several minutes of effort on his part, as I was still frightened and this made me slow in reaching first peak. The first spasm I felt seemed to almost exploded inside me. I clenched my teeth and hands. My pelvis thrust and pumped furiously against his 43-year0ld tongue. I could hear his slurping as he fought to push me into a deeper orgasm, and I let him drive his tongue deep inside my 12-year-old vagina.
    Just when I thought I could take it no longer, another orgasm hit and I was in Heaven.
    How about them apples?

    Dear Diary,
    I want to make a note that it was 5:30 in the morning on Friday the 13th, my 12th birthday, when I had my first real orgasm.
    This day I will always remember as the beginning of my becoming a woman.
    It felt GREAT!
    Mike came up for air and lay down besides me. My breathing was still irregular. I knew now that the ultimate show of love was to satisfy one's partner, and not ones self. As I caught my breath, I stared down at the bulge in his shorts. Gosh it was good, to know that we could have this much intimacy and still be true to ourselves. Now that he had driven me to such ecstasy, I wanted so much to please him in return.
    I rose to a sitting position and looking at the bulge in his briefs, and laughing, I said “look like your little friend isn't so little and could use some attention.” It was them he explained to me what a “69” really was. He told me to sit on his chest facing away from him. Now my back was to him and as I leaned over so he could reach my tiny cleft with his tongue again. This almost made me forget what I had started out to do, but as I gazed down on his crotch, I remembered. Reaching forward, I pushed his briefs down and his cock sprang into full view. It was as scary to me to see as before, but I knew that his needs were greater than even mine had been. I would have done this, had he even failed to bring me to the orgasm and the pleasure that he had shown my a few moments ago.
    I quickly engulfed as much of his penis into my mouth as I could. A few days ago I would have thought this to be really gross. Now I knew this is what made him feel like the world would explode for himself. I knew that he understood what it meant for me to do this to him. At least I hoped he understood that I did this for myself as much as for him.
    I raised my head to take another plunge down his penis and I naturally felt that a small amount of suction would increase the sensation he was feeling. I could tell that I was doing it right, because he began to thrust his hips more rapid. It was then I felt his finger begin to slide deep inside my moist tunnel.
    All the while Mike's tongue still playfully circled my clitoris, but as his second finger joined the first and reached the depths of my womb, I shuddered as another orgasm hit deep within me. I never knew it was possible to have more than one orgasm, or before today, what an orgasm even was! I almost blacked out over the sensations I was feeling. He continued thrusting his finger in and out, as if to give me the rhythm that he needed me to pump my mouth along his penis. I reached out and holding myself up with one hand, used the other to grab the base of his penis.
    My tiny mouth could never get the entire amount in, so I cupped my hand and slid it up and down its length, along with my mouth, to give him the full sensation. I felt his cock quivering and the pulsing indicating he would be cumming himself soon. I plunged my mouth so deep on his cock that the crown went into the back of my throat and I gagged as I tried to swallow and continue giving him the best my inexperienced talents could.
    As he brought his hips down and I felt his penis slide away, I knew that though it was difficult and scary to me, I wanted to try that again, so I forced myself to swallow down as his cock came jutting up. Relaxing my throat, I could fell his penis get even harder and it engulfed my entire throat. I swallowed deeply and this allowed me to relax and take more of his cock deeper inside.
    Feeling the pulsing of his cock deep inside my mouth, I knew that within just a few seconds I would be rewarded with his entire body responding to my actions. That I was so able to give this much pleasure to someone else was a rush in itself.
    With just a few more strokes he began spewing forth his hot white sperm. Deep into my throat it trickled. Swallowing as much as I possible could, I continued to suck every drop.
    My own pelvis was thrusting harder as his fingers plunged deep inside me. Just as I tasted his final drop of cum, I erupted in my own right and orgasm again. Laying there, we continued to suckle each other, though both knew we were spent and exhausted.
    It seemed as though neither wanted to let go of the pleasure that we had given each other.

    Dear Diary,
    Here it is the next night, and I can still almost taste his sperm. It was not a dirty and gross experience as I had been falsely led to believe. It is no more unnatural than breathing, but I have to admit it is hard to breath while I was giving him oral pleasure.
    I knew it couldn't last forever, as much as I would have liked it to, and we heard talking from over at the clearing where we had left Carla. Throwing on our clothes, we wondered who it might be that she could be talking to. As we came up on the edge of the clearing where Carla had been siting, I noticed her talking to one of the boys that had been skinny dipping earlier.
    It was hard for Mike to see his daughter talking to a boy that had been running around naked just a few minutes ago. At least the boy now had a pair of gym shorts on. Mike thought for a minute and whispered to me to be quiet and they moved to the edge of the clearing for a good view, yet so as not to intrude on the young couple. Mike leaned over to me and said, “Don't worry, I have confidence in her. Besides, he might be Mr. Right for her to learn something about life with.”
    I dumbly asked, “Why don't you teach her like you're teaching me? ”
    He frowned and said, “That's perverted. That's incest. It's not Like what you and I are doing. ”
    But I could tell that he had given it some thought. I could tell he Would like to have sex with his own daughter. If Mike were my dad, I'd have sex with him no matter.

    Dear Diary,
    I want to play a game. I am going to pretend that I can read into Carla's mind. I'm sure that she may not have thought this exactly, but I know I would have, so here goes my version of her thoughts. I think we've shared enough of each others private moments that I can relate to what happened next.
    Carla had been laying there and was dreaming of school starting in just a few days. She was sure that this year would be more interesting than the last one. Most of the boys had teased her and never really taken a look at her for the woman that she was becoming. They failed to notice the time that she spent making extra sure that each hair was combed exact. The fact that she now was wearing a training bra. Or even that she no longer wore jeans that often. A nice short dress that might get blown up by a stray wind was the latest style. Her biggest fear was no one would ask her to the school dances.
    Carla knew that she might not be the most popular girl in her class. She never sat at her desk and let her legs dangle open so a boy might glimpse her panties, like some of the other classmates she had. She watched them running and playing in Gym class. Their muscular bodies, sweating as they ran up and down the length of the basketball court. If one of the boys fell down, and she was watching closely, their shorts hang loose and she could see the jock strap that tightly imprisoned their penis. Passing the boys shower room, she could hear the taunts and jokes they yelled at each other. Could they be ignoring her because of her inexperienced attitudes?
    “At least I have some friends at school,” thought Carla.
    Some of them were even boys. This didn't mean those boys that spoke with her were really interested in the way that she felt or thought of her as a girl. They saw her more as a tomboy that was “just one of the guys”. She could never relate to them with some of the new and fresh emotions that she was growing to feel.
    Once she had sat next to a boy in study hall and looking over, saw that he had hidden an adult magazine inside of his textbook.
    She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl pasted on the centerfold. it was time that she realized that in order for her to fit into this world, she would have to make adjustments and start doing things with more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls could be good little examples in public, but she had to learn how to get them interested in her in private.
    Carla had been almost asleep, there in that beautiful clearing in the woods, when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching. She glanced up and saw that it was one of the boys from earlier. He walked over to her and said that his name was Thomas. He was out on a Boyscout outing and they had sneaked off from the rest of the troop to explore for something different that just tying knots. Carla gave him the once over and noticed that though he was now wearing gym shorts, the sun shone directly behind him and she could see almost through them.
    His penis now seemed much larger than it had from the distance above the river.
    Thomas asked her where she was from and Carla said that she lived in the city about ten miles North of the forest. He then sat besides her and noticed that her one tennis shoe was off.
    She explained to him how she had twisted her ankle. It had been a silly accident and for him to ignore it.
    The sympathy that he felt toward her and her pain made him want to help her in any way possible. He asked her if he might massage the ankle to increase the circulation in it. With a reply that his actions would be most grateful, he moved to her feet and sat indian style. Placing her foot across his legs, it dangled quite closely to the slight bulge in his gym shorts.
    He began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and rubbing it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in the sensual care that he took in his massage.

    Dear Diary,
    I am reading what I have just written. I highly suspect that Carla will not be a wallflower or tomboy acting fool when she starts school this year!
    A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to alight on Carla's face, and she swatted at it. This caused her body to move downward. If this was her intent, she never let on, yet now the bottom of her foot now was just touching his crotch.
    As he continued to massage her ankle, she could feel his back and forth action caused her foot to rub up and down against his penis.
    His methodical repetition caused her to relax and devote her attention on the thought that although it was her foot, she was actually touching a boys privates. It caused her to think back to the many times that she had explored herself in the darkness of the night and imagined what a boys penis might feel like.
    She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the penis inside his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his heart at the touch of her. Carla definitely wanted more. Her main concern was that her father might be coming back up the trail at any moment and catch her being with a boy, let alone the hope that this would be more than a simple conversation. Carla then told Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it a little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the fact that her foot was still sore and leaned on him for support.
    Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she asked Tom if he might help her walk a little ways. Thomas was quick to reply that he would. So she headed at an angle away from the trail her father had used, yet still within hearing (little to their knowledge, in sight) of her father.
    As they settled down a small distance away, Carla lay down in the tall grass and lifted her sore ankle up so that she knew Thomas could gaze down at the gap formed in the legs of her shorts. She was wearing her flowery pink panties and as the sun glinted off them through the gap she had formed. She saw the bulge in his shorts increase in size and his eyes glued to her.
    He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again, and she told him yes, and that he could do the foot also. He laughed at that and said he'd be glad to oblige her in any of her needs.
    With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he reached down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts and tugged them down from her waist.
    Removing the confining material that separated him from her, left her laying there clad only in her tee-shirt and pale blue panties.
    He caught the waistband of her silky undergarments and pulled them down, letting her mound come into view.
    He removed her panties the rest of the way and leaned over and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down. She corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to fast and to go at a slower pace.
    He obliged by decreasing his rhythm, and reaching up her shirt to cup her left breast. As he leaned over her to reach her breasts, his cock was now straining to be free of his shorts and she reached down and pulled the waistband away allowing his penis to spring into view. He leaned more on top of her and his cock was now hovering inches above her crotch. She reached down and encased the penis with her tiny hands. This allowed her to give him pleasure, while insuring he didn't accidentally forget and try to ram it inside her, while she was in such a vulnerable position.
    She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant allowing his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The smacking sounds that his hand made against her mound, along with the fingers sliding in and out, caused her to start her first orgasm. Her muscles in her vagina contracted and she began to pummel her fist up and down his rigid penis. He thrust his hips in unison with her fist and suddenly drew away. He asked her if she trusted him. She said yes, but she was not ready for intercourse, as she was saving herself. He told her to lie down and place her legs together.
    He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under her back.
    The he lay on top of her and told her that he promised there would be no penetration inside of her. He slid his cock toward her mound and the small triangle it formed and as the head of his hard throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she jumped as if electrified.
    He then slid down until his penis was positioned over the Y formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward, his penis separated her pussy lips and passed by the entrance to her womb, continuing on between her legs, past her anus and touching the grass below them. As he drew up for another plunge, a moan escaped Carla's throat and she began the longest, deepest, orgasm she had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to have his penis plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrust repeatedly, giving no mercy to her emotions.
    Her legs squeezed as tightly as they could, giving as much pressure to surrounding his penis as possible. His thrusting became faster and her nipples brushed against his chest and became even more erect. He leaned down and caressed them with his tongue. As she buckled her hips up to meet his downward drive, she came again and again in waves of pleasure. Suddenly he spurted his hot white semen all over her love mound, causing its slickness to lubricate his penis through her vaginal lips.
    He spewed forth so much semen that it dribbled down her crotch and up the crack of her behind. Her orgasm came to a peak and they lay together for what seemed like hours. It was wonderful that she had now discovered that it was possible to come so close to having intercourse, yet still refrain from penetration.
    Satisfied, knowing this left her so much to discover yet, but enabling them to share such a beautiful relationship. Neither of them felt cheated. Thomas told her that he had read about doing it this way in a biology book. It was a form of birth control used often in the old days before condoms and the pill.
    She laughed at him and lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply on the cheek. She replied, “Thank goodness for books, our parents would have never told us this truth.” “And remember they are always harping on us to do our homework and reading is a part of homework…” They both laughed at that.
    Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each other after today, but were content in the moment that they had shared together. He promised he would write, as his finger was still drawing little circles around her nipples. She said that she would cherish each letter and keep them forever, as she played with his now limp penis. They explored each others bodies, as if to memorize them forever.

    Dear Diary,
    Here ends my story of Carla's first real experience into the sexual world. Who would have ever believed we were both lucky enough to share the same day to be introduced into the adult life. I will now get into what happened right after Carla and the boy headed back to the clearing.
    Carla's father and I had observed it all from our hiding place above. Mike seemed almost in tears, and I asked him why he was so sad. He said that he had just lost his little girl, and was sad, yet was happy that she was now on her way to becoming a women, which also made him proud.
    Mike told me that he was also glad that Carla had taken to heart all the things he had taught her and she was still pure, yet satisfied. He said that he knew the day would come when she would begin following the path to becoming an adult, and was glad that it had been with someone who was so tender and caring.
    His greatest fear would have been that some male would have just used her and then thrown her away like a rag doll. Now she realizes that some men can be passionate and even hot blooded boys can know there are many ways of expressing love.
    We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back toward the clearing where her father had left from. I noticed that Carla was no longer limping, yet she was still holding tight to Thomas. Mike looked at me and said, “Let's go for a walk, to give them time to cool down and get themselves organized.” He took my hand and we wandered down the trail, towards the clear blue lake.
    Reaching the clear blue water, he sat on a nearby rock and indicated for me to sit down next to him. We just sat there for a few minutes and held hands. Neither of us said anything. I leaned more on Mike's shoulder and the comfort of his strength, that led me to know that he was more than just a friend. He was a teacher, a companion, and her my special friend.
    I knew that even should we never touch each other again, that the time we had shared teaching me, and exploring each others most intimate fantasies, made life worth living. It was like someone who had only seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly reach out and touch one. The scent and texture of it overwhelming. The beauty that nature blessed them with was such a wonderful experience.
    That person had never missed real flowers out of ignorance or censorship and would have been content with just gazing on the picture. Yet now that the chance had been given to explore the real item, it allowed that person to become special in their own way.
    We held hands for what seemed like eternity before rising to go back towards the clearing Carla was.

    Dear Diary,
    I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with is as caring and gentle as Mike was in teaching me about sexuality.
    We both know that we can never be more than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and woman. But we will always have these cherished moments when he took time out of his life to share his maturity and experiences with me. Now I may even be more prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age may try to get me in.
    Mike and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Carla had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.
    We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
    Thomas struck out in the lead and Carla was never more than a few feet behind him. Mike and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them.
    They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.
    Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.
    The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
    After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Carla said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Carla told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Carla would do the same in return.
    The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours.
    We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house.
    Pulling onto the street where Mike and Carla lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Mike tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.
    My brother, Terry, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Mike said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Terry said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.
    I noticed the way that Carla was now looking at Terry. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at.
    Terry cuts a pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt.
    If a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Terry's buns actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that Carla was looking at him, she definitely was not looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Terry's crotch.
    I had never noticed that Terry actually had a decent size bulge in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had just never really thought about him as a male before.
    Entering the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the bathroom. Mike claimed he should go first, because women take forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Carla said she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school functions. While we were chuckling at this, Carla had jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

    Dear Diary,
    It is now 11:11 at night. I had better turn the lights down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to return exactly where I have left off.

    Dear Diary,
    I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get this finished before school starts today…
    So here goes:
    Mike went into his bedroom to gather some clothes together,
    Terry and I sat and turned on the television. He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with names like, “leave me alone you little pencil dick” and “go away fagot.”
    “Fagot!” Terry replied. “I'm not queer, I've had more women already then you'll have men in a lifetime!” I suspected this was not true, and that Terry was even more inexperienced then I was. So I said, “At least I don't play with myself under my sheets at night, cherry boy!” He was quick to go, “Yeah, but then I'm not so hard up as my sister, who has to watch me do it!”
    This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes, until Mike entered the room. We fell silent and turned our attention to the television show. Mike told us he was stepping out to the convenient store, down the road, for a pack of smokes, and that he would be back in about fifteen minutes.
    As the front door closed, the two of us began teasing each other again. Then we heard Carla singing in the shower and Mike told me he was going to play a trick on Carla. He got up from the couch and going to the bathroom door, he turned the knob ever so carefully. Inching the door open, he could see the silhouette of Carla through the shower curtain. He was tempted to stay and watch, but was afraid his sister say something, so he crept into the bathroom and grabbed all of Carla's clothes and towels. He left her a little hand towel that she could dry off with, but it would never be large enough to cover herself with, when she left the bathroom.
    We sat in the front room, to have a full view of the hallway that Carla would have to streak down to reach her bedroom.
    Mike had another thought. He asked me if I knew of where a camera was. I just replied with a twinkle in my eyes that Carla had one in her room. We got up and ran into Carla's room and retrieved the camera. I made sure there was film in it and the flash was ready.
    Looking over at my brother, I remembered the dream I'd had earlier that morning. It seemed like it had been days ago.
    Thinking more about it, I told Terry to strip down to his underwear. He said, “No way!” I said, “awe come on, think of Carla walking in here with only that little hand-towel separating her from you.”
    I noticed a bulge in Terry's shorts forming. I knew that if I goaded him, he might just do it.
    So I told him, “with your little dick, Carla wouldn't even noticed you undressed.” “I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she walked naked into a room with you.”
    “You're probably such a cherry boy that a commercial on women's underwear makes you cream your jeans.”
    The last comment hit close to home, as I knew he did enjoy those commercials and if Carla walked in here naked in a few moments, his own fantasies would be coming true. So Terry threw caution to the wind and stripped his pants off and stood clad only in his cotton white underwear, his erection sticking forth, forming an extreme bulge in them.
    Terry's hard-on at the thought of what could happen made him reach into his shorts and adjust his now throbbing member to one side, to prevent it from slipping out prematurely. He then hid behind the bedroom door and waited until Carla would come into the bedroom.
    I lowered myself off to one side of the bed out of immediate view and we waited as we heard the shower water stop. The cussing and yells from inside the bathroom told us that Carla had discovered all her clothes were missing. We heard her yell toward the front room, that we were both buttholes. As she ran down the hallway, she grabbed the door to her bedroom and slammed it shut. She then saw Terry standing where the door had previously hid him and dropped her hand-towel in surprise. Her wet body stood before him in all her glory. Terry pulled his underwear down, freeing his confined penis.
    His penis sprang out, jutting forth. As he took a step toward her, the end of his penis touched against her pubic hairs. It was then that I stood up and snapped a picture of that fateful moment. Carla stepped back and attempted to hide her privates, but it was to late. I already had the picture in my hand and was waiting the thirty seconds it took to develop.
    Carla told me to give her that picture and she started towards me, but Terry came up from behind her and grabbed her around the chest to keep her back. Carla could feel his penis in the crack of her bottom, as she struggled to get loose. This excited her as well as made her more determined to get away.
    Her hair was still dripping wet and the water was flowing down her back to moisten her buttocks and his penis jammed up against it.
    Terry's arms were pinning Carla's breasts and the pressure of his arms covering her nipples caused her to become more aroused.
    Her vagina was becoming moist at the thought of his domination over her. She leaned forward as if to get way, but this really accidentally or intentionally positioned herself to allow the tip of his cock to slip between her virginal pussy lips and slightly penetrate her love tunnel.
    The intense feeling that both felt at that second, caused Terry to plunge forward and for Carla to bear down onto his penis. I watched my brothers erect penis slip into the wet confines of my best friends vagina.
    As he drew back from deep inside her, I saw a touch of blood drip onto the floor. I knew then that Carla had lost her virginity right there in front of us.
    Carla no longer cared. The emotions had been building up inside her, and even though she was only eleven years old, she had reached puberty about two years earlier.
    The eleven years she had spent in this world had never allowed her to experience the pure joy that she was feeling now. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretching as never before.
    The pain was minimal and actually added to the pure blissfulness she felt. The total fulfillment that she had with every plunge of his cock threw her deeper into ecstasy.
    I moved closer to watch Terry drive himself deeper into Carla's cunt. I could see how the lips of Carla's pussy stroked the skin on his penis. I could see how wet she had become and was only regretting that it was my brother and best friend I was watching and not myself. The slapping of his balls against her ass and the sucking sound, that was made with each plunge, was driving all three of them of us mad wanting for release. I snapped another picture of his hard cock penetrating her love tunnel. I then reached down into my own shorts and began sliding my fingers between the moist lips of my own vagina. I never thought I could get so hot and excited as watching two others have sex within inches of myself. It was even more exciting, as I knew they had both been virgins just a few seconds ago, and either hadn't cared or had more courage than I, to cross that final line into full sexual intercourse.
    Terry could feel the cum building up in his balls. Even as young as he was, he must have known it wouldn't be much longer before he exploded. His fear of cumming inside her, caused him to pull completely out. This left Carla and him both in utter uncompleted emotional disappointment. But to Carla's surprise, Terry pulled her down to sit on his face. His tongue darted forth and swirled into her tiny hole. She began driving her mound deeper onto his mouth. I could hear my brother sucking the juices from her cunt. Grabbing a small hairbrush from the dresser, I yanked my shorts and panties down. I knew my fingers were not enough to give me the complete satisfaction I needed just now. Ramming the small handle of the brush deep into my own confines, I felt my vagina contract and pulsate with each pump my hand plunged the handle inside of me with.
    Carla was now bucking up and down and Terry was having a hard time insuring constant contact with her clitoris. His balls now ached with the need for release, but he would not let go of her legs and he forced her to ride his face until she was moaning with the first wave of her orgasm. As she pumped herself on his loving tongue, she grabbed her own nipples and pinched them. She threw herself into a frenzy. Her pussy began contracting and she pumped her hips a few more times before coming back to reality.
    Standing up from his face, she looked back to where Terry's cock was pointing up like a soldier at attention. I could tell she knew nothing about how to suck on a penis and was scared to try it. So she leaned over and cupped her fist around his penis and began pumping it. Terry's erection grew in size. I don't think Carla or I would have thought this would be possible, but saw it happen right before our eyes. His usually limp penis was only about two inches in length, but now it was almost four. I wondered how he had been able to get all of that deep inside her. It was then I noticed I probably was plunging over five inches of handle deep into my quivering mound.
    Carla looked over as I plunged the handle of her hairbrush deep inside me. Reaching over, she grabbed the camera and caught a shot of me masturbating. I didn't care in the least.
    It actually got me more excited knowing we have a permanent record of this event for all times. Carla said she wondered if the film could catch the intense speed that I was pumping it in and out. Just then I began quivering and my legs convulsed as I reached my own orgasm. It seemed like I might never satisfy myself as I continued to plunge the handle deep within my mound. My legs were flailing from the intense orgasm I was giving myself.
    Terry's own reaction to Carla's pumping his penis with her hand, was to close his eyes and concentrate on the electric pulses he felt building up deep within his balls. With each stroke Carla made, she brought him that much closer to his release. He could feel her hand sliding upward, pulling the skin of his cock over the crown at the end and when she pumped back downward, it reminded him of when he plunged his cock deep within the dark wetness inside of Carla.
    I was now complete in my own pleasures and I rolled over to within a few inches of where Carla was manipulating Terry's penis. I could see his sack tightening and I leaned over and ticked his balls as Carla continued her stroking action.
    Every muscle in Terry's body tensed now and I knew he would explode any second. He drove his hips upward forcing Carla's hand to reach the base of his cock slam into his crotch. I could see that Carla's head was just above my brother cock and I wondered if I should warn her about how he would spurt easily that small distance. But it was too late as I watched Terry begin spewing his hot white semen forth. It spurted into the air to land on Carla's cheeks and hair.
    His body trembled and his throbbing member spurted again, covering on Carla's tiny nipples. I was close enough that some landed on my own face. We watched him buck up and down until the last spurt came forth from his throbbing cock. Carla then released her hold on his penis and Terry leaned back in deep exhaustion. I teasingly reached over and pumped his cock a few more strokes and watches some final semen seep through the eye at the end of his penis. He begged me to stop, but I refused.
    Now I would get revenge on all the times he had punched me. His penis had been going limp, but with my continued strokes, I saw it again become enlarged. Just when it was at its full erection, I let go of him, and said “Suffer, butthole.”
    Terry didn't think of it as suffering, he was glad I had let go.
    His balls ached, from cumming so hard. He felt he might never be able to get it up again. Every muscle in his body hurt, as if he had run five miles and wrestled a bear. Well maybe he had wrestled a bit.
    We got dressed and Carla combed the sticky fluid from her hair.
    Entering the front room, we sat to watch some more television.
    It was just in time as Mike walked back in through the front door a few minutes later. He asked us if we had behaved and didn't get into any fights while he had been gone. We replied we had been perfect and hadn't even yelled at each other.
    Mike thought that to be strange, as they were usually at odds with each other. It was as he headed down toward his bedroom that he noticed some pictures lying on the floor in Carla's bedroom.
    Curious, Mike picked one of the pictures up and saw Terry's cock jutting out in plain sight. The other two pictures finished the tale. He just placed them on Carla's dresser and walked out and went into his own room. He decided it was her life, and that, though Carla was his daughter, she was her own person as well. He thought about all the times when he was younger and wished he could have experienced life as well. The best he had during his early years was masturbating and dreaming of the most perfect woman he could imagine. Those were years lost and he could never make them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage her to start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it from a parents viewpoint as well.

    Dear Diary,
    School starts in about two hours. I had better stop a minute and get into the shower before Terry wakes up. Else I will never get ready in time to catch the bus. I'll be back in just a second.

    Dear Diary,
    Never mind. Terry has again beaten me to the bathroom. I might as well continue with my story.
    After Mike got dressed, we headed out in the car to the movies.
    The line was short, as the show had been playing for almost two weeks already. It was a science fiction movie we had all been wanting to see, but hadn't had the time before to get to.
    The theater was dark and they headed toward the middle, where we could see the movie well, and still be away from the few other people already seated. Terry went to end of the aisle and sat.
    Then Carla and I followed. Mike sat next to me and we leaned back to get comfortable while waiting for the pre-views and commercials were over.
    Mike glanced over and saw Terry and Carla were holding hands.
    Mike whispered to me that it was strange to think of one of the neighborhood boys actually with his daughter. He thought he had always realized it would be like this, but had hoped for some dashing young rich man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his daughter could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's not so little now.
    Mike admitted to me that Carla had always been mature in her thinking and had more common sense than most of the kids he knew. Her grades at school had been slightly above average, but not perfect straight A's. It was good enough that she tried and that was all he could ask of her. He was more proud of her now then ever before.
    As the movie started, Mike noticed that my hand had crept underneath the arm rest and was pressing itself against his crotch. He covered my hand with his, so that any casual glances in their direction would hide them. His cock strained to be free of his pants, but this was definitely not the place to whip it out. So I just deftly slid my hands into the waistband and down under his briefs to encase his now hard penis with my tiny fist.
    Mike couldn't help himself from reacting to my touch, and as I stroked my hand up and down his rock hard penis, he could feel his hot sperm boiling inside his balls, screaming to be released from their prison. I pumped him fast and harder. Suddenly he spurted inside his underwear, soaking himself and my hand. I continued stroking him until his cock became limp and depleted.
    Pulling my hand from inside his pants, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked the salty semen from them. The sight of that almost made Mike want to get up out of his seat and throw me to the floor and take me right there in the theater.
    Terry had watched the entire act of me pumping Carla's father out of the corner of his eyes and was so engrossed he never noticed that his arm around Carla was positioned so his hand could cup her budding breasts. Carla noticed it though, and she reached up and forced his hand to place pressure on her tiny nipples. They began jutting forth through the thin tee-shirt material and Terry swirled his fingers around the aurora of her nipples. Carla felt her panties becoming soaked in the way her body responded to his caresses. I could see her knees drawing back and forth, as she caused her vagina to open and close in the pulsation to his playing with her breasts. I knew she couldn't orgasm this way, I myself did the same thing sometimes, but that it still felt good to do it, though it always left me excited wanting more.
    We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending credits rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited through one of the side doors that no one else was using. Mike had a big stain on his pants and we teased him about peeing himself. He told them he had spilt his coke and to let it go at that. But we continued to tease him, so Mike pointed out that it must have been hot in the theater and Carla sure had sweated a lot, 'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and panties from all the moisture built up there. Carla thought she would die of embarrassment as we got into the car to head to her house.
    We got home and Mike went into his room to change clothes again. Carla and Terry decided to go for a bike ride. After they left, Mike went into Carla's room, where I was borrowing a tee-shirt and noticed that pictures were still lying where he had placed them on the dresser. Mike looked at them and saw that the angle of the camera had caught Terry's penis on the out bound stroke and he could see Carla's vaginal lips stretching out to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I really wished she had waited until she was at least sixteen. I might have been a little more emotionally prepared. Oh well, the best I can do, now that she has discovered how wonderful sex feels, is to counsel her on attempting to postpone any more until she is older and then make sure she understands birth control. There are to many unwanted babies in this world for children to be having children themselves. I told him that I was glad that he wasn't mad. I knew that Carla would just die if he found out and asked him to never say a word to her about finding the pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand her on something as private as this. So long as a friend of hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that she might be a bit more cautious in the future? I told him I would talk with her at our first chance alone.
    Mike knew all young adults wanted to explore the opposite sex, yet knew how it could easily it get out of hand when you have two inexperienced people trying it out on each other.
    If they were just more open in the schools, maybe half the kids who end up pregnant wouldn't have been so eager to jump into bed with someone else.
    It's not that sex is bad, it's just that when young hormones start talking, it's hard to keep a rein on it. Young boys have yet to learn self control. True all men think with their little head from time to time, but until they gain some experience and the novelty has worn down, they think totally with their little heads in the heat of the moment. I was at least fortunate to have someone as experienced as Mike was.
    After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in, sweating and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed soda's and sat to play some GameBoy®. Mike was sitting on the couch relaxing in almost a napping position. I scooted back until I was leaning up against his legs. Terry and Carla were engrossed in the game that they were playing, so Mike leaned over and slid his hand down my shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his hand. He toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the floor from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
    I wondered how my breasts could stimulate me this way. They were just flesh and fatty tissue. Why did men seemed so fascinated by them? It was then I realized that because they were a part of my privates, and secret to open viewing, that must be why men are drawn to them. In many countries, women go around topless and men do not even notice them. Boy was I glad we lived here in America. Then again it could also be the fact that his touch was sending extremely small electric jolts throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
    So this is what foreplay is a part of. I thought, “I definitely like it!” Though I had seen Terry's cock plunging into Stacy's pussy, and I knew that it must have felt so much more powerful then the small amount of love tickling I was experiencing, I knew that I could trust Mike to never go to far, unless I was emotionally as well as physically ready for it.
    I let him continue to cup my breasts and I reached into my own shorts and pulled them slightly away from my crotch, so he could look down and gaze upon my love triangle. His reaction was to grab my breasts even harder.
    I teasingly let him watch me bring my hand to my mouth and wet my fingers with saliva. Holding the material far enough away so that he could get a clear view, I slid my now wet fingers between my labia. The lips on my vagina stretched apart and he could see how I slid my fingers up and down.
    I looked up at Mike and winked, and I said, “I have to go to the bathroom, back in a few.” Mike knew I wanted him to follow, but didn't want it to be obvious to the two playing GameBoy®. So he got up and went into the kitchen, got a soda, and went back into the front room.
    Mike set the can down on the coffee table and observed Carla and Terry playing a dual game that could take quite a few minutes to finish. He headed down the hallway as if to go to his room, when he veered left into the bathroom. I had left the door slightly ajar in anticipation.
    He saw me standing there brushing my hair, and I thought of the picture he had seen, that showed the handle of the hairbrush deep inside my warm tunnel.
    Mike told me I was brushing the wrong set of hair. Reaching down, he gently tugged my shorts to the floor of the bathroom.
    He noticed I had changed into a light purple pair of panties and commented on how they looked so sexy.
    Taking the edge of the elastic on my panties he rolled them downward, instead of just pulling them off. My tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view and he leaned over and kissed each individual hair. Mike continued rolling my panties down until my tiny slit came into view. Plunging his tongue into the small valley formed there, he heard my breath increase in anticipation of what might happen.
    At no time did Mike make any sudden moves. He was so gentle and trustworthy. I know he will never hurt me and I will never do anything to harm him and I care for him as he has opened a door to my life that I wish never to be closed again.
    As my panties finally touched the floor, I stepped out of them and squatted so his tongue could penetrate me even more deeply.
    He reached over and grabbed the hairbrush I had been using just a few moments earlier. Placing the handle against my virginal entrance, he worked it back and forth until it slid it effortlessly into the warmth inside.
    I could feel my vagina stretch as it attempted to engulf the odd shaped handle. My muscled quivered and contracted. He leaned over and sucked on my pussy lips as the handle continued its travels deep inside me.
    The start of my first light orgasm, began down at my toes, to my knees, and deep inside me. His slurping sound was much greater now as he drove me over the edge and my legs buckled in the wave after intense wave of pure emotion. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours.
    As I finally spent myself, he stood up and I leaned over and kissed him, tasting some of my own juices that had flowed over his mouth.
    I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants down, which freed his penis to stand straight out.
    I dropped to my knees and bringing my lips to the tip of his cock, kissed the pulsating penis and then gently lifted his sack below, as if measuring them for weight. It was still a new experience to see his mature hard throbbing penis.
    Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded them, I then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was sucking through a straw.
    Taking as much of Mike's penis deep into my mouth as I could,
    I swirled my tongue around the crown of his warm flesh. While my one hand continued to tickle his balls, my other formed around the base of his cock and began stroking him gently.
    I gave him my total attention as I looked down my nose and saw the massive cock, sliding into my mouth. The view of his penis flowing in and out, caused my vagina to contract again.
    I felt that by giving myself to him totally, nothing else mattered more than fulfilling his desires at that moment.
    There are many different forms of love. One loved their parents, yet loved brothers and sisters in a complete different way. It was still love. This was another form of love and could only be shared by the two of them. The Secret that they must always carry hidden deep inside themselves, was as it should be. It was a private feeling. One that chance had allowed them to have. We didn't love each other as husband and wife would… that would require marriage, this was a special love in its own right.
    If just a rumor of this got out that Mike had even touched some one of my young age, his entire life would come to an end.
    If he was not killed in prison, the people of the backwards town that they lived in would shun him forever. His living depended on those townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he could no longer provide for his family. They would be torn apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other would be broken.
    If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine line that we had established, Mike said that he hoped that I would come to him and discuss the matter openly.
    As he gazed down on me, with his phallus plunging itself into my young mouth, I wondered if he thought me so how innocent now.
    My long flowing dark hair wrapped around his cock, teasing it with its gentle swaying. My just budding breasts were excited and my nipples stood forth almost farther than the mounds that surrounded them.
    He could view my just forming pubic hair, not quite yet the triangle of passion that it would soon be.
    I thought to myself that it was my own sexual needs that had allowed him to awaken my emotions. Was it his fault that I had lost some of my innocence? I knew deep inside myself that I could have easily chosen someone else, but had decided on being able to trust someone more experienced in the ways of life.
    I had placed myself totally in his hands. But at this moment, it was more like he was in my hands. I felt that I would do anything in the world for him, and it wasn't just the heat of the moment.

    Dear Diary,
    I didn't mention another thing that happened in the bathroom Because it's kinda weird but sexy. I said I would do anything for Him, right? So…
    I told Mike I had to go to the bathroom and he said he wanted to watch. I said I had to do Number Two and he said that was fine, he wanted to watch.
    I was embarrassed but I let him watch. I sat down and took a poop and then Mike got the toilet paper and cleaned my butt out. It was kinda nice having him do that, and the next thing I knew he was licking my butthole.
    It was gross but felt good.
    He told me later he would teach me something nasty, he would teach me how to lick his butthole.
    Can I do that?
    I think I can. I think I want to.

    Dear Diary,
    It is here that I want to make another note that I believe I have made the correct decision in what I have done over the past days. I have reflected on my emotions, that I had before we explored each other, and again after. I know that I am more emotionally capable now than ever in the past. For that matter, every so often I read back into what I have written and it makes me hot just to think about some of these things.
    Mike's cock drove itself deeper into the depth of my throat. I realized that if I relaxed herself and pretended to swallow his massive penis, I could take more of his massive penis into my mouth.
    Concentrating on taking his entire penis as deep as it could go, I opened my eyes and just then felt his pubic hairs tickle my nose, I knew I had taken his entire penis as deep as possible.
    His balls slapped against my chin and the force that his thrusts gave, carried us into a more heated passion, building up deep inside me. My vagina quivered in anticipation of the giving of my total being to satisfying him.
    As his cock pulsated, I could feel his cum building up. His sack tightened and I knew that he would explode any moment.
    I was not wanting to stop giving him such intense pleasure, yet I was afraid that he would cum so hard as to gag me.
    I took my mind off that fact by reaching down and playing with myself. My fingers pummeled my tiny mound. I felt my own orgasm building up as well. Just as he spurted his first load deep into my throat, I felt my vagina quiver and contract.
    My own thrusting of my hips caused him to drive himself deeper into my mouth. His hot semen forced itself down my throat and lit my stomach on fire. I was now buckling at the knees with my ecstasy. Sucking as much of his cock as possible and swallowing his sticky cum as fast as if spurted out of his penis, I came again and again. His balls clenched as he reached peak and I drained them of every drop of semen that he could produce.
    Mike's orgasm was so great that it dribbled out of my mouth.
    To say I didn't try to drink of his essence, would have been a great misconception.
    As we finished, he lifted me up to stand next to him. With his sticky hot white semen still on my lips and face, he leaned over and French-kissed me deep and hard.
    We looked into each others eyes and though nothing was said, a thousand words passed between us.
    Getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom first (after I have taken a poop and he licked my butt).
    I entered the front room just as the other two were finishing their video game. I just looked at them and said that I was going to go downtown for a few minutes and get a book to read for the night. Neither of the other two offered to go with me, so I took off and headed toward the subway.
    Buying a ticket, I took more notice of the other males around me. I saw one boy about fifteen years of age traveling alone and standing by himself. I wandered on over in the general direction he was standing.
    As we waited on the train to get there, I couldn't help notice his tanned body. He was wearing a pair of cut off sweats that were about two sizes to large. I was disappointed that I couldn't see any bulge in his shorts though. The baggy pants prevented me from getting a good scope on him.
    The train arrived on time, and they boarded. It was about a twenty minute ride to the next little town where a book store was located. Sitting across from each other, we kept staring at each other as if the compartment was totally empty.
    I knew that a great majority of the people on the train would get off at the next stop and mine was three more away. He kept looking down at my crotch and I knew he was undressing me with his eyes. He lifted his foot to tie one of his tennis shoes and I could see up his leg into the gap his leg had formed. I noticed that the boy was not wearing any underwear. The head of his cock was in plain view for me to look at.
    If this had been yesterday, I might have looked the other way, but now I was deeply interested and curious in the opposite sex and was curious what this boy might have to offer.
    His gaze was unwavering towards my crotch, so I obliged him by reaching down with one hand and covering it up.
    At first he showed disappointment, but then he realized that with every jolt of the train my fingers were pressing against the tiny cleft it was covering. His cock grew hard at this thought and began peeking out the leg of his cut-offs. I pretended not to notice, but couldn't help staring in amazement at his juvenile sized erect penis.
    The size of his penis was so much smaller than Mike's, that I felt no intimidation, but wanted to tease this boy as far as I could in the short trip they were taking.
    As the train traveled over a particularly bumpy part of the tracks, I watched him, watching my hand pump itself harder against my crotch. His cock became even more rigid and he could see my love juices starting to soak the material of my shorts.
    He was just able to make out the outline of my slit as I ran my fingers up and down the length of the thin material that separated me from exposing myself to his heated gaze.
    The train came to a stop and every passenger in their compartment departed at that exit. This left him completely alone with me. Looking around, the boy noticed we were now by ourselves, yet was afraid to go near me, for fear that I might be just tempting him along and then would scream.
    So he continued watching me play with myself, and his cock demanded to be released.
    He calmly stretched and pretended to be scratching his leg, but in reality was pulling the leg of his shorts higher, so that my view of his throbbing cock would increase.
    As he did this, I began pushing the thin material of my shorts between the lips formed in the mound between my legs.
    He saw this and took it one step further. He exposed the length of his cock and grabbing his penis in one hand, began pumping it up and down.
    I was not to be out done and even though embarrassed, I also pulled my shorts to one side, exposing my tiny mound giving him a good view of my playing with myself.
    By now the boy was completely excited.
    He started to get up from his seat, when I let go of the elastic that held my shorts to the side. It denied him the view he had a few seconds ago. He sat back down in his original location, noting that this was a “peep-show” only.
    As he stroked his penis, and I forgave his attempt to come near me, by pulling my shorts to one side again.
    He watched my fingers now expertly jam themselves deep inside my tiny pussy. His balls boiled over and he ejaculated so hard that it seemed his cum might reach the other side of the compartment, where I was busy poking my cherry.
    I watched him spurt his seed forth and as his orgasm reached peak, I obtained my own. My vagina contracted and the boy watched as my fingers now maddening pumped themselves deep inside my love canal.
    He watched my other hand fly to my nipples and squeeze them tighter as I began to cum.
    My legs were now beating back and forth and I continued until pumping myself dry.
    Just then the announcement came over the speaker that we had arrived came to our stop. Boy was that conductor right. I had indeed cum to my destination.
    Ha ha.

    Dear Diary,
    I sure have become Little Miss Naughty this summer, huh?

    Dear Diary,
    Boy was that last bit long winded. I just couldn't stop writing down the things that had happened. I was writing almost as fast as I was experiencing new and exciting modes of arousals. I will stop for a few minutes and get dressed for school now. It is as if I have to get this written before the end of summer.
    Leaving the train, I walked toward the store and entering it, saw some boys standing over by the magazine rack. There was giggling and pointing to a picture in one of the adult magazines. I brushed passed them with a glance down at the centerfold. It showed a woman bent over and licking her own vagina. I thought is sure must have been painful for the woman to have gotten into that position. Then I wondered if it would be physically possible for me to do something like that. Life left so much to explore.
    Getting some candy, gum and a teenage romance novel, I proceeded to the check-out counter and paid for my items.
    I kept thinking that I had forgotten to purchase something of importance, but couldn't remember what it might have been.
    Walking out of the door, I noticed the boys had gone outside the store and were standing around laughing at each other. One of the boys looked over at me and said something I didn't quite hear, but when he threw an object at me, I caught it out of instinct.
    Looking at the item in my hand, I saw that it was a pack of condoms. I just glared at the boys and headed back for the train area, ignoring their taunts. I had never even seem a condom, let alone held one.
    Boarding the train, I settled down in area near the door and looked around. There was disappointment in that I failed to see the boy that had been riding the train earlier.
    The trip back seemed much more lonely. Opening the pack of condoms, I noticed they were really kind of long thin balloons.
    This tip of them had a small bulge to allow any ejaculation to fill, so as not to explode when a man spurted with such force inside of it. It was almost exciting to imagine having a sheathed penis slamming itself deep inside of me without the fear of getting pregnant.
    Arriving back home, I ran the entire distance to Carla's house. I was out of breath, when I plopped down on the couch in the front room. Reaching down into the sack, I grabbed for a pack of gum, but came up with the pack of condoms the boys had thrown to me. Embarrassed, I quickly hid them back inside the sack.
    Terry and Carla were back at playing GameBoy® and hadn't caught my mistake, but Mike had been watching my every move.
    He just filed it away in his thoughts and pretended to be watching the other kids play their game.
    As it grew dark outside, we played a few hands of cards and Terry called our parents and told them he was going to spend the night over with me at Carla's house. His mother asked him to make sure it was okay with Carla's dad, He said that it was and Terry hung up the phone.
    Mike announced it was time we should start getting ready for bed. Since Carla was staying in the guest room and we were really too old to be sleeping together, he said he'd make up a couch. Terry and I just glanced at each other and thought the same thing. They both remembered the experience of his earlier escapades with Carla while Mike had gone to the store.
    Mike grabbed a few blankets and a spare pillow and soon the couch in the front room was transformed into a comfortable sleeping area.
    We girls had headed off to the bathroom and could be heard talking to each other in hushed tones. Mike looked at Terry and told him to be on the lookout. Who knows what tricks we girls might play tonight.
    The forewarning that Terry received was worthwhile. About thirty minutes passed from when we all turned in for the night, when Terry must have heard giggling from Carla's bedroom.
    Getting up from the couch, he tip-toed over to their door and peeked through where it was slightly cracked open.
    He must have seen us lying on the bed, looking at the pictures we had snapped earlier in the day. The fact was, that we were dressed in our skimpy nighties, and he could see that Carla had on a luscious pair of satin green panties. They shimmered through her silk nightgown.
    With every movement she made on the bed, her buttocks clenched and he grew excited watching them. His penis grew hard inside his white cotton underwear and began straining to be released from its confinements. He suddenly realized we were discussing what tricks we might play on him. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't quite make out what we were whispering. As he watched, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and the floor creaked.
    We both looked toward the door when we heard the noise and Terry backed out as quietly as possible and ran into the front room and lay down on the couch and pretended to be fast asleep.
    He felt our presence near the couch long before he risked peeking through one eye. Carla was off to the left of him and I was fast approaching on the right. Terry was laying on his back and his erection was still causing a tent in his underwear.
    I saw he was peeking, but kept it to myself. I knew he heard me whisper to Carla, “See, I told you. When boys sleep they automatically get a hard-on.” Little did Carla realize Terry was quite awake and alert.
    Carla reached his side first. She asked me, “Are you sure that he won't wake up?” I responded by reaching over and stroking Terry's penis. Carla watched her doing this and small trimmers of excitement coursed through my body. She whispered to me, “Hey that is your brother you know…”
    I said, “I don't care, I'm not going to have intercourse with him,
    I'm just using him to explore the male physical.”
    Besides, he knows better than to say anything, even if he were awake.
    I'd tell every girl in school that he has some strange disease and they run from the sight of him.
    Carla said, “Watch this then.” She put her hand inside her panties and plunging her fingers inside her quivering mound.
    Drawing her now soaked fingers she put them next to Terry's face.
    I knew he had to smell her love scent. I looked down and saw his cock pulse in anticipation. His penis grew more erect and his shorts strained to hold his penis inside its prison.
    “Gosh, this boy can sleep through anything,” whispered Carla.
    She grabbed the elastic on his underwear and yanked them down, letting his penis jump up to stand at attention.
    Making sure that his eyes were still closed, she thought he must still be asleep, so she tugged them down past his ankles and off, to toss them onto the floor.
    His cock was throbbing and standing straight up in the air. I wished he wasn't my brother. That I could jump on top of him and thrust that rigged piece of meat deep inside me, but knew that would be crossing the line extremely too much.
    Besides, this was Carla's “toy” to play with.
    I settled for watching her lean over and draw his penis between her lips. It almost made me cream my panties right there and then.
    I joined Carla at Terry's crotch and sticking out my tongue, began licking the base of the penis that protruded from between his legs.
    He had just reached puberty and the fuzz that resemble pubic hair covered his balls. Our tongues found each individual strand and teased him into squirming around as we brought his passion to heights he never knew possible.
    Carla took his entire penis deep into her mouth with no trouble. It was almost half as thick as Mikes, and about two inches shorter.
    As she swallowed him deep into her warm throat, Terry moved in excitement. His testicles began to boil over and his hips were now thrusting up with pure joy.
    As he shot his first load, Carla drew her mouth from his cock and cupped her hand around his penis and began pumping him rapidly. His sperm flew from the tip of his cock, covering both of our faces, dripping over her hand to puddle deep in his crotch.

    Dear Diary,
    Just a note to let you know that I enjoyed messing with my brother, but his being my relation and the fact that he was just a young boy inexperienced in the fact of life. Not to say someday he might not be good for some girl, but at this time the limited knowledge he had only led to hump and pump sex that did nothing to expand his horizons properly.
    Looking down at the lying form of him, spent, exhausted, his penis now limp, I asked Carla if we should cover him up.
    Carla replied they should or her dad might walk in and see him there naked. Tucking him in for the night, both of us girls left for the bedroom.
    I stopped off in Carla's room for a minute and we sat on the edge of the bed teasing each other about whom had excited him the most and had the most cum over their face.
    I finally gave in to the fact that Carla had placed her face down below his penis and had received most of it.
    I said goodnight and left to go to the guest room. Glancing back, I saw Terry in the front room, sitting on the edge of the couch wiping himself off with a discarded tee-shirt. Evidently he didn't care to much for having his spunk globbing his crotch.
    Entering just inside the guest bedroom, I watched him get up and head into Carla's room.
    I stepped back into the hallway and looking into the room, I saw Terry positioning himself to thrust his cock into Carla's waiting cherry.
    I saw his penis effortlessly enter deep inside my best friends privates again. I could hear the sucking sound, as he withdrew his penis, just to the outer lips of her vagina, before plunging deep inside her. His balls smacked against her bottom as he pummeled her effortlessly.
    Carla was moaning in the intense movement. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I could see her tiny pussy stretching and gripping Terry's rock hard erection.
    She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to lower his mouth to her breasts. He licked her nipples till they stood out hard and firm. Her body convulsed in the extreme pleasure he was giving her.
    The emotions that she must have felt from his tender caresses were like running barefoot through the tickling wet grass on a dew lit morning. She reached down and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him more into her, causing each thrust to be deeper and harder. Faster and faster they went.
    They were both sweating now from the pure physical pleasure that they were sharing with each other. They knew that nothing was more important than giving the other that much needed release of their pent up emotions,
    It was as if every time they had been yelled at, scorned, hurt, or deprived of something, was being rewarded in this one fulfilling embrace.
    He pulled himself from inside her and turned around so that he could suck and lick her love mound until she would plead for him to stop.
    Carla saw his penis only inches from her face and decided to take his penis deep into her mouth. Although this went against her personal feelings, she knew how good it felt to have him nibbling on her snatch, so she engulfed his penis deep into her mouth.
    His attention to her snatch intensified and she felt him react to the tracing of her tongue around the crown of his cock.
    Terry drove his fingers deep inside her.
    Carla's tiny mound was fingered by him and I saw him stretching her apart, so he could get his own tongue down deeper into her love tunnel.
    He touched a particularly sensitive spot and she skyrocketed into her orgasm. Her legs tightened around his head. She no longer noticed him plunging his cock into her mouth, but placed all her attention on what wild sparks of pleasure he was giving her below.
    I saw a look on her face like she would pass out, from the ultimate overload her body was having. It seemed like she could orgasm forever. Her muscles in her vagina refused to quit clenching. Finally they began to subside and she focused on giving him back the pleasure she had received.
    She reached up with one hand and grabbed his balls gently. Her tender touch was almost more than he could bear.
    Terry tried to hold himself back from thrusting too deeply into her mouth, but nature took over and soon he was bucking deep into her throat.
    Carla could feel his penis sliding in and out of her mouth and when he pushed extremely hard, it found it way down her throat.
    This only excited him more and she wanted please him so much, for the care that he had shown her. As she tickled his balls she slurped as much of his penis into her mouth as possible.
    His cum was building up and he began spurting deep into her throat. Carla gagged and spit up his cum and release her grip on his cock. He continued to spew forth his semen and she reached forth and pumped him by hand a few more times, until his orgasm was complete.

    Dear Diary,
    I am beginning to think my brother is a bunny rabbit, the way he likes to just hump and bump. His trusts were not really methodic, but more like quick released passion. Yet I have to admit that he sure can shoot quite a load!
    I returned to my room. I was thinking life wasn't fair. I knew that it was wrong to have intercourse at so young an age, but Terry and Carla sure seemed like they had enjoyed themselves, much more than the simple experimenting in sexuality, I had so far pursued.
    I lay down in bed and thought about the many new horizons that had been awaken in my sleeping body recently.
    I thought about safe sex and the condoms the boys had thrown at me. I still had them, and knew if I were to go into Mike's room, he would gladly oblige my desire to be a complete woman.
    He would wear a “rain-coat” and protect me from getting pregnant, but I felt that I would know when that time was, and this early in my life was not one of them.
    One of my friends had been sexually abused by her father and I thought that must be the worst, as the girl had not willingly participated.
    I could see how it must have been quite frightful, as even when I was in control, I was still nervous. But at least I had a choice in it and it helped that I was ready for the small amount we had tried so far. I hoped the man that had touched my friend would have his cock rot off. Thank goodness Mike understood how I felt and knew just how far to let our emotions run.
    I decided I would settle for just some sexual playing around, so I got back up and went down the hall to where Mike lie sleeping. I knew he was really out this time.
    As I edged up to the bed, I removed my nightie and clad only in my skimpy panties, crawled under the sheets with him. It felt good to sneak into bed with him, my budding nipples rested against his back. I reached around him and slipped my hand inside his bikini briefs. His penis reacted to my touch.
    I was content with the gentle pumping action as I slid my hand up and down his semi-erect penis. Bringing it to its full erected state, I pressed my chest against his back, brushing my nipples against his skin, until they stood out firm and hard.
    The sensation I felt was overwhelming. Mike continued sleeping through it all.
    I could tell he was out of it, but his penis was mine to control and I began pumping his hard penis faster and faster.
    My other hand was working inside my cherry, bringing waves of tremors to my vaginal muscles.
    He was now moving his hips in reaction to my fingers teasing the length of his rod. Suddenly he ejaculated and my orgasm caused me to pump my hips against his buttocks. My light tuft of pubic hair tickled his behind and I felt my control slipping away.
    As I withered in my own pool of emotion, I gently leaned over and decided I wanted to wake him up, so he might teach me more of this wonderful experience.
    I kept my hand wrapped around his low limpid penis. After a few moments, I began pumping him again with hopes that he might gain another erection.
    I continued this for what seemed like minutes, whispering in hear ear for him to awaken, until his breathing grew much more rapid and I knew that he was coming awake.
    Mike rolled toward me and looked over at me with those caring eyes. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
    I whispered for him to slide himself between my legs as the Boyscout had done to Carla earlier. He told me to roll away from him and place my back against his chest. I could feel his hardening cock burrowing its way between the cheeks of my buttocks.
    He reached down and pulled the elastic holding the thin material over my crotch to one side. He reached around me and cupped my breasts in his hand. Gently pinching my nipples and bringing them to their excited state, I felt his penis sliding up toward my tiny vagina.
    I was so wet and lubricated that he could have easily slipped himself inside of me, but out of respect and caring, he told me to guide his penis with my hand.
    I reached down and placed pressure on him as he plunged his penis through my vaginal lips.
    The tender explosions I felt, caused me to give a small moan.
    I held his penis tightly against my virgin tunnel.
    Guiding it over to strike against my clitoris on the far side.
    Another tremor was felt deep inside me. I felt like every emotion in my body was fighting to win. I was crying and laughing all simultaneously.
    I realized that people could have sex, or they could make love, or they could share this type of moment when they were just two people who cared so much for each other that they would do almost anything to please the other. I wondered how many women
    His thrusting action was increasing and I felt my second wave of orgasm screaming for release. His cock was now pumping faster and faster. My vagina cried for the feeling of his cock to stretch their inner walls, As his pubic hairs ticked my behind and the tip of his cock plowed its way through my pussy lips, it slammed into my clitoris and I jerked again and again in the most intense orgasm. He spurted forth his hot semen.
    It dribbled over my love mound and added to the lubrication my own body had given. I moaned louder as the cum hit my clitoris and every drop made me spasm in pure blissfulness.
    We lay there throughout the rest of the night. His penis trapped between my legs. I knew now that sex is not sexuality or two bodies just banging away in the night. That I remained pure and intact, yet had grown into the ways of giving the ultimate pleasure to someone else. My knowledge that life at this point in my life was complete made me content with life itself. I knew that should life ever throw me a rough time, I could escape into the safety of memories of this ending day of summer.

    Dear Diary,
    The next day I arose and left with my brother for our house.
    Looking back, I waved good-bye to Mike and Carla. I said, “Thank You!” to which Carla relied, “You're welcome.” But Mike knew who I was really thanking and with the smile on his face and the glint in his eye, I realized he knew as well that I was really directing my thanks to him…
    I wondered what I would really write in my essay on how summer vacation had been.