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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Fourteen Again (mf-teens, inc, fant) by Wayne Oliver (anonymous address) *** What would you think if you woke up one morning and realized that you were 14 again, and only the night before you were 40-years-old? What would you do? *** To this day, I still can't understand how it happened, or why. All I know is, it did happen. It's like this. I'm nearly 40, and, several years ago, I worked as an engineer for a major computer component giant. My job was interesting and challenging, the work environment pleasant, and, generally speaking, despite a divorce or two, my personal life was back in a manageable state. It all changed overnight. I went to bed one winter evening, snuggling under my full-size flannel sheets, my one-bedroom 2nd story apartment slightly cold and cozy. I seem to remember thinking of a test pattern that I needed to run the next morning at work as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. I was awakened by a knock on my bedroom door. It took only a bare moment of consciousness for me to become aware of the incongruousness of that knock. I was the only one in my apartment so there could be no one to knock, and, besides, I always slept with the bedroom door open. If someone was knocking on my bedroom door, that meant they were in my apartment! I grasped the sheet to leap out of bed, my hands slipping slightly on the cotton fabric, and I froze. These were not the sheets I went to sleep in! Another knock. Followed by a voice: "Wayne, it's time to get up!" Thinking back on it, I wish I could have seen my face when I heard that voice. I'm sure I was quite shocked. It was my mother's voice. I guess it would be shock enough for a guy's mother to suddenly show up in his apartment and start pounding on his door, but when the guy's mother has been dead for several years... let's say surprise isn't word enough for what I felt. I managed a croaking "Okay, sure," reply and heard her walk away from the door. I sat on the bed for a moment and finally stood up and was immediately struck by the energy and litheness I felt in my body. Looking down, I was stunned to see an incredibly lean, flat stomach leading down to a bulging pair of jockey shorts. No spare tire gut, no bandy legs, but a strong pair of young legs. I reached to my chin and found it smooth, no trace of the beard I'd cultivated for the past few years. I would have begun to wonder what could have happened had I not then noticed my bedroom. It WAS my bedroom, yet it wasn't. It wasn't the one I'd gone to sleep in last night, but it was my bedroom at my folks' house, where I'd grown up. In which I hadn't slept since just before going off to college. Almost twenty-five years ago! A black and white TV in one corner of the room. Next to it a large green plastic box in the shape of a gym locker that I knew held a full set of baseball cards. Next to it, a Lloyds' record player with a large 45 adapter standing on its tree, loaded with 45s. Jesus, I thought. If I didn't know better.... My train of thought was severed by my door flashing open behind me. I whirled around and found my sister standing in the doorway. "Hey come on, we're going to be..." Cindy was saying, but she trailed off as I faced her. "Oops, sorry," she said, her eyes dropping from my face. It took a moment for me to register what it was she was looking at. I had a very firm erection making a tent out of my shorts. I'm not sure if it was seeing my in my shorts or seeing the bulge in my shorts that made Cindy blush, but her face was growing redder by the minute. "I was just going to tell you that we're leaving in like five minutes," she said in a much softer voice. I noticed that she made a great effort to pull her eyes up and reestablish eye contact with me. Cindy is two years older than I am and had always been a knock out, and she was standing in my doorway, holding my door open with one outstretched arm which made her breasts push against her halter top in a most appealing way. Her long legs disappeared into an incredibly tight, short pair of shorts, the kind we called "hot pants" when I was in high school. And she looked just like she did when she was in high school. "So you should get dressed," she finished, closing the door as she left. I did notice, though, that she took in one final glance downward before did. She's like she was in high school, I thought. Probably junior or senior year. Which means that I must be in high school, too, either a freshman or sophomore. Jesus, I'd gone back in time! I managed to get dressed, slipping into a loose size 28,32 pair of jeans (where did those extra ten inches I'd picked up over the years come from? I thought) and stepped into the living room as the others were getting ready to leave. My parents looked exasperatedly at me while Cindy looked kind of, well, distracted. I didn't even get a chance to tell Mom how good it was to see her (I decided it wouldn't sound right) or anything before we were out the door, piling into our '68 Falcon station wagon that my dad had scrapped sometime in the late 70's when the engine gave out once too often. I rode in the back seat with Cindy, barely able to keep my eyes off her legs and the distracting shapes of her breasts and I desperately tried to think of a way to find out what the date was, anything that would give me a clue. I had my own room, which meant my brother, Robert, with whom I had shared, had already joined the Army. So that put it after 1971. I was still home, so it was before August of 1976 when I went to college. I was somewhere between 14 and 18! An electric thrill went through me, as I realized what this all meant. I finally decided to be direct. "Where are we going?" I whispered to her. "June and Roy's," Cindy replied. "For the World Series." June and Roy, my aunt and uncle. Okay, now we're making some sense. I dimly remembered watching the World Series on their color television one year. We only had black and white and Dad had wanted to watch the game in color for once. If I remembered right, that would have been the year of the Miracle. When the Mets won the Series from the Orioles. The Miracle Mets. That meant it was '72 and I was fourteen again! * * * When I was a teenager, I had been awfully curious sexually. I remembered furtive games of show me with my cousins, June and Roy's kids. They had three kids, Ann, who was my age, and the twins, Sarah and Mike, two years younger. And that afternoon, while Cindy tried to be as adult as my folks and aunt and uncle would let a sixteen year old, my three cousins and I found our way upstairs in their house to Ann's bedroom. "Okay, here's the rules," Ann was saying as she shuffled cards while we sat around her on the floor. I was listening, trying not to obviously stare at her brief top which stretched over a pair of invitingly blossoming breasts. "Winner and loser go into the closet and the loser has to show the winner. Okay?" When we played strip poker, it wasn't the usual slow one piece at a time. The two or three occasions we played it, we played it fast so as not to ever risk being caught by adults in some stage of undress, so we took it into the closet and did quick pull downs of pants and underwear. I distinctly remember never seeing breasts. I glanced over at Sarah and noticed that she was sporting a developing chest as well. Things were going to be different this time. The first hand dealt out was perfect luck. I had a three of a kind to open with. In no time I had won and Ann had lost. I noticed, though, that after I took no cards, Ann had taken four. Had she thrown something away? I wondered. Sarah and Mike laughed immaturely as Ann and I got up off the floor. Ann handed me the flashlight. "You guys count to thirty," she said to Sarah and Mike. "One- Mississippi, okay?" We stepped into the dark closet. I hadn't remembered it being this big, but it was quite roomy. Clothes pushed out of the way on both sides, room enough to stand in the middle. Ann had prepared for this. I turned the flashlight up her direction, shining it onto her face. She was smiling nervously. "Are you ready?" she whispered. I could already hear "Three Mississippi" coming through the door. "Yes, go ahead," I said. I aimed the flashlight down her body, noticing the round bump of her breast as I passed it by. The beam picked out her fingers slipping into the elastic waistband of her shorts and she skinned them down her legs as I knelt. She wore white cotton panties and I could make out the puffiness at her crotch that showed where her pubic hair was. "The panties too," I whispered breathlessly and I heard her sigh and saw her finger tips pull the elastic of her panties away from her tummy and down, revealing a small tuft of light blonde pubic hair. I squinted as she parted her thighs slightly to allow her underwear to slide down and I could just make the top fold of her slit. She stopped the panties just above her knees. "There you go," she said. "What do you think?" What did I think? God, it was beautiful, that's what I thought. Her skin around her hips was practically alabaster compared to the tan line just below her belly button and more than half way up her thighs and the sight was making my heart beat fast and I could feel a very cramped erection bursting in my pants. "It's wonderful," I whispered. "Can you open your legs so I can see it?" I had never had the nerve to ask this the first time I had been fourteen and we had done this. All I had seen then was her pubic hair. Of course, then, that had been a wonder to behold and had been more than sufficient and exciting. But this time I wanted to see her, to touch her! It was already twenty-three Mississippi, but she said, "Sure," and her knees parted and she even thrust her hips out slightly to help out. As I looked up at her pussy I could see her face in the beam of the flashlight and she was watching me intently, obviously enjoying this too. Her pussy lips looked like soft petals and her pubic hair lightly dusted the sides of these lips. My finger was actually shaking as I slowly reached up and pressed up into her lips, doing something that I would have been incapable of the first time I had been fourteen: I pressed into her clit, putting light pressure on her nub and I could feel her pressing her pussy into me as the count went to an excited 29 and I felt her body shudder and her pussy lips moisten incredibly when the twins said "Thirty!" I brought her a crashing orgasm that made her gasp quickly and I looked up to her, and Ann's startled eyes had a dreamy quality in them that made me smile with delight. I stood up and said, "We have to go now," and I saw her quickly pull her panties and shorts up in one quick motion. "Wow," she whispered to me as she opened the door and stepped back into her room. The twins gave us naive knowing looks as we squatted back onto the floor, me with a bit more difficulty than I'd like to admit, with my raging hard on beating in my pants. As Ann dealt the next hand, I thought about that long ago time we had done this and seemed to remember that we only played three or four hands before the adults called us down to watch the game. If I remembered correctly, I hadn't lost any of those hands. Since time was short, I made my decision. I discarded four cards. Ann looked at me and I could see her analyzing her cards with a hopeful, "I hope I'm doing the right thing" look. She discarded two. Luckily the two of hearts I had kept didn't match up with anything Ann dealt me next (nor did I receive another pair like the ones I had just discarded), and I was looking at a dead hand, eight high. That shouldn't be tough to beat. The twins each had a pair and, again my luck held. Ann had two pairs. Ann took up the flashlight and I could see a sense of urgency in her actions as she opened the closet door. "Don't count so fast this time," she admonished the twins. "You counted way to fast last time." She had the flashlight beam on my pants before the door was closed. "Hurry," she said as she knelt. "Show it to me." The twins were counting an exaggeratedly slow count. I deftly unbuckled my pants and hooked my fingers into my shorts and heaved them down. Her intake of breath was audible. I don't have a very large cock, but with such a lean stomach and such a granite teenage hard on, my six inches looked huge even to me. Ann's eyes were wide with fascination. "I've never seen one before," she gushed. "It's so neat." She just stared it at, not even blinking. She leaned a little forward, bending down so she could look up under it. "Incredible." Then her hand reached out toward it. "You touched mine, I get to touch yours," she announced as her fingers approached. Her touch was tentative and electric and my cock reacted with a jerk. I think if I'd been a normal fourteen year-old, Ann would have found herself covered with cum at that moment as her fingers wrapped around my hardness. I could feel her hand quaver slightly as she lifted my cock up to look up underneath it. "Oh wow," she said, reaching up with her other hand toward my balls. She was clutching the flashlight between her knees. If her grip on my cock was electrifying, her fondling of my balls was miraculous. She felt the sac, trying to identify what was in there. We became aware of the twins saying, "We said, that's thirty!" Ann let go of me and stood up, grabbing the flashlight from her lap. "Oh no." "Let's go," I shrugged, and as I reached down to pull my clothes back up, she trailed the light down to my crotch in time to catch one last glimpse of my cock as I tucked it back into my underpants. "Well?" Sarah said impatiently when we were back out in her room. "Yeah, are we going to play?" Mike said. Ann leaned over and whispered something to Sarah. I saw Sarah's eyes go big and round and she looked over at me with what looked like curiosity mixed with amazement and then giggled, her face flushing. Ann whispered something else into her ear and Sarah's eyes immediately dropped to my crotch. I didn't have to look. I could feel the bulge! "I hope I win," Sarah gushed. This is going to be so much fun, I thought. Sarah did win. But it wasn't me who lost. It was Ann. Ann looked disappointed when she saw that Sarah had won, and I wondered again if maybe she had lost purposely. Sarah looked disappointed too that it wasn't me she was going to get to examine. She and Ann both looked back wishfully as the closet door closed. Mike and I gleefully snickered out our thirty Mississippi's and a moment later the closet door opened up and they stepped out. I noticed as Ann squatted to sit on the floor that I could see the elastic waistband of her panties over the top of her shorts. So she had stripped down for her sister. I would have liked to have seen that, I'll tell you. Our next hand was quick and crazy and I won again and sure enough Ann lost and by the time the door was shut and I had the flashlight on, Ann's shorts and panties were at her ankles. She was slightly squatting, pressing her hips forward for me again. I wasted no time putting my hand between her legs, this time fully cupping her precious pussy. My middle finger slid along her lips and ever so gently pressed between them. I found the entrance to her vagina with no trouble and in the dim light I could see her eyes go distant with pleasure. I had the flashlight at my own knees this time and my left hand came up her hip, over the outside of her blouse and landed just upon the underswell of her breast. "Can I see these too?" I said, trying to keep the pleading out of my voice. "Sure," she breathed, her hands coming up to the hem of her blouse and pulling it up to her shoulders. She didn't dare pull it off for fear of not being able to cover up quickly. Then she did the same with her young bra, gripping in underneath the elastic under each breast and stretching it up and out away from her skin before I could revel in the look of her bra-covered breasts. Her young tits were incredibly erotic. I remembered a couple of times when I would catch a glimpse of my teenage daughter in her robe (she wouldn't even be born for another eight or nine years!) as the V of the robe would fall open slightly as she leaned over and I could see an entire uncovered breast. I remembered her breasts didn't have defined nipples, but more of a puffy swelling at the tips. Ann's were just the same way. The swells of her breast were perfectly formed, jutting up perkily from her slim chest. Her nipples weren't the hard eraser tips like I was used to seeing, but were instead a generally puffiness that encompassed her whole aureole as well, standing up and distended from the rest of her breast. My hand landed softly on that incredibly erotic feeling breast, my fingers interlocking around the puffed nipple. A slight moan escaped her lips as we heard the twins say a frantic "Thirty!" through the door. This brought Ann out of her daze and I watched resignedly as she maneuvered her bra back over her tits and pulled her blouse down and panties and shorts up. She looked up at me. "Are you ready?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt her hand cup my cock through my pants. "I know it was your turn and all," she said. "But I had to feel you again!" "That's okay," I said. "Any time." And that's when the door flew open. For a heart stopping moment, I was sure it was Uncle Roy, but it was only the twins. I'm not sure if Sarah saw where Ann's hand was (Ann released me just a fraction of a second later), but I think she did. "That was great," Ann sighed as we sat back down on the floor. She had just dealt the next hand when Uncle Roy was calling us for real. We were all disappointed as hell, and it was difficult to tell who was more so. We watched the Miracle Mets and had a barbecue dinner and didn't leave until late that night, but we never had another chance to be alone. I had all kinds of plans that never saw fruition, but I did notice that Ann seemingly never stopped watching and looking at me. Once or twice I noticed that her hand magically found its way to my crotch for fleeting brushes and touches. She was all smiles all night, especially when my dad insisted that they come over to our house next weekend! We got home late and I climbed into bed, full of youthful energy and stamina and also full of a raging teenage hard on at the thought of Ann's incredible youthful body. I was wearing only my shorts and was trying to think of a covert way to masturbate and release my tensions. After all, when one lives alone, he can cum on anything and clean it up later. But when one is at home and his mother does the laundry.... well, it gives one pause, let us say. My cock was hard and rigid in my shorts and I was just preparing to pull it out and use the last of a box of Kleenex on my nightstand when there was a soft rapping on my door. Taking my cue from the softness of the knock, I whispered, "Come in." It was Cindy. She stepped quickly into the room, noiselessly closing the door behind her. She was wearing one of those baby doll nighties, the kind that come down just to the tops of her thighs and hangs loose off the shoulders. As she turned back from the door, I could see her breasts swaying under the light fabric. She padded over and sat on the edge of the bed near my knees, facing me. "I've just got to talk to you about this morning," she said quietly. "About when I walked in on you. I've been thinking about your boner all day!" I tilted my head forward, not sure I had heard her correctly. "What was that?" I noticed that I was clutching my sheets to my chest, so I relaxed my grip slightly. She giggled. "You heard me," she said conspiratorially. "When I came in this morning, I saw you standing in your underpants and it was, like, obvious that you had a major boner going. Anyhow, I couldn't help it. I couldn't get that sight out of my head all day." "I hope I didn't embarrass you," I said. I must have stammered, because she giggled at my nervousness. "It's okay," she said huskily. "It's not like I haven't ever seen before." Somehow, the shock of that admission broke me out of the shock of the discussion we were having. I looked at Cindy, and, for just a moment, I could see the 40-ish woman I had last seen probably a week ago when I had gone to her house for dinner. Her husband, Sam, and I were good friends. Her three children were adorable. And here she was, aged probably 16 or so, talking about my 14-year old hardon! I racked my brain frantically, trying to remember this episode in my own dim past. I couldn't remember a bit of it. Perhaps this was another opportunity for me to do some new exploration. I shook off my shock and looked at her, my own eyes involuntarily dropping down to the puffy fabric of her baby doll nightie. Her shoulders were back slightly, and this caused her breasts to push out proudly against the top. Her nipples were so hard and erect; it was as if she were wearing nothing at all. "Well," I said slowly, trying to formulate a plan to exploit the situation, but Cindy seemed not to hear me. She apparently had her own agenda, for she went on as if I weren't trying to say anything. "I mean, I've seen boys' dicks before," she said. "A couple, at least. So I'm not completely innocent. But, I mean, those times were always when we were, like, making out and it was all hurried and in a car or something." She shrugged, and the shrug wiggled her breasts under her nightie. She seemed to notice my distraction, because she lowered her voice and spoke more softly, as if trying to mesmerize me. It took me a couple of seconds to notice that she her hand had also clutched the bed sheet and she was slowly pulling it down. By the time I noticed, the sheet had been completely drawn off of my stomach and the tip of the elastic of my underwear was clearly visible. All the while, she talked. "Anyway, I saw you this morning, and it was such a surprise. I mean, to me, you're always a kid. I had never seen you... well, sexually before, and it really threw me. You know, with Roger and everything, it was different. He's so much older, it seemed like I had always seen him as an adult, so seeing him was different." Cindy seemed real good at shocking me. Here she was confessing to having at least seen our older brother naked, perhaps more, and she was telling me as if she were merely talking about what went on at school! "Roger?" I managed. "You and... you and Roger?" "Oh," she blushed a little, but it didn't stop her hand. Now I could actually feel the sheet slipping down past my hips, my underwear almost totally exposed now, my throbbing erection outline perfectly and pressing the cotton material out of shape as my erection sought escape down my legs. I wasn't completely uncovered yet, but by the time she finished telling me about Roger, I was, and she didn't stop talking until the sheets were at my knees and she could stare at my cock bulging out my underwear. "Well, Roger and I never actually *did* it," she was telling me as she pulled the sheets. "What happened was that I accidentally walked into the bathroom, thinking that the wind had shut the door or something, you know? But instead, Roger was in there, and he had forget to lock it." "Well, he was just starting to pull his pants down. I was really surprised, it was just before he went into the Army, so I was, like, a freshman or something, and, anyway, before that, I had never seen a guy naked or anything. I knew what it was all supposed to be about and stuff because Kathy Sullivan had shown me some pictures she had found in her garage that her dad had hidden away. Anyway, those pictures showed guys naked and everything, but they didn't show them, like, completely big, you know?" "Anyhow, there was poor Roger with his dick hanging out and I had just swung open the door. Well, my eyes popped out, and his eyes popped out. Actually, it's kind of funny now. Anyhow, I said I was sorry and he said it was okay and asked me if I wanted to watch! Well, I wasn't to say no, so I said sure. And he just started jacking off right in front of me. When he came, he came in the toilet so there wouldn't be a mess, but it was, like, the most exciting thing I had ever seen." "What did you do then?" I asked. "Nothing," she said. "I went back to my room. He wanted me to undress so he could see me, but I didn't want him to. So I just left. After that he kept after me to do it again. I let him jack off a couple more times for me, but I only let him see me once, even though he always asked. After that, he went into the Army, and I've only seen one or two other guys' dicks. Like I said, we were making out and in a car and stuff. But, seeing you this morning was different. I mean, to see a guy in underwear, with it all sticking out for no reason. That's neat!" She stopped. And so did her hand, and I noticed that she had completed her mission. She was looking down at my crotch, and, I'm not sure now, but I think she licked her lips! She repositioned herself on my bed, stretching one leg down to the floor while she tucked the other up underneath herself. This opened her legs and, even though her baby dolls fell down between her legs, they didn't fall all the way. I could see some of her pink panties just at the fold of her leg at the hip. Like I told you earlier, had I been really 14, I probably would have done something stupid like said, "Go! Get out!" or something and been way too embarrassed about my erection to let this continue. I remember being deathly conscious of my body at that age. Incredibly interested in everything bodily, but embarrassed by it all the same. But I had my old self in me at this point and I had to remind myself that this was 1972 and, even though my body was 14, my mind wasn't. I suddenly had a flash of my 18th birthday when Bill and George, two friends I hung around with at school, and I went into Hollywood to visit one of the sex shops on Hollywood Boulevard. That would have three or four more years from now. The sex shop had dime arcades in the back and rows and rows of sex books eight feet high all around the room. The books were all pictures and all explicit, segregated by types, heterosexual books near the counter, homosexual across from the counter, and children and teenagers near the door. I remember being fascinated by the pictures of the teens and younger children in sexual poses, particularly the teens. There were young girls and boys, both just in the beginning stages of puberty, spares growths of pubic hair around the young pussies or dicks. They would be in all stages of exploration, the boys' young cocks achieving a remarkable state of erection that seemed to please and fascinate the young girls in the pictures. I remembered with a shock that, as I sat on the bed, as a nearly naked fourteen year old with my sister, it wasn't yet illegal to own such pornography. But I was in the middle of it in real life. My sister was staring down at the outline of my cock and I was staring at the outline of her tits. I had been silent long enough. "Will you touch it for me?" I said. She nodded silently and reached her hand forward. She placed it full palm on top of my erection and actually stroked it like you would pet a dog's head. She stroked back and forth for a minute or so until I was afraid the rubbing of the cotton was going to start hurting instead of pleasuring me. I placed my hand on hers and stopped her. Her eyes pulled up to look at me questioningly. "Why don't I just take my underwear off, would that be okay?" She didn't say anything. She just kept looking at me and I thought for a moment that I might have really blown it. But then I noticed that her hand was still on my cock, her fingers almost curled around it on the fabric. "I mean, you would like to see it, wouldn't you?" I said. "I'd like you to see it." "Yeah," she said. "I'd like to see it. Please." I let go of her hand and she still didn't move it. I pressed my hips up off the bed and started to pull my shorts down and she only reluctantly pulled her hand out of the way, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take them off. She did not, however, take her eyes off my crotch and she watched with a deep fascination as my cock bounced up in release. She smiled and her hand returned, this time, though, to grasp my erection in her full hand. "It's great," she said, and she began to move her hand expertly up and down my cock with a purpose. I just watched her lovely petite hand and I noticed it was her left hand and that there was no ring on it, no wedding ring which I seen on that hand for the past twenty years or so, and I looked up at her again and I saw her smiling back at me as she used her right hand to pull up her baby doll nightie up to her shoulder, revealing her incredible breasts. While my cousin's teenager's breasts which I had seen in the "strip poker" game this afternoon, had had no discernible nipple, Cindy's were rock hard and erect. Her sixteen-year-old breasts were pointed and firm looking and I couldn't resist reaching my hand toward them. Her free hand came up to meet mine and I sagged slightly, dejected that she wouldn't let me touch them, but instead she grasped my hand and pulled me sharply to her breast, pressing my palm against the sharp bud of her nipple. Her body convulsed slightly and, as I discovered that the firm looking of her breasts reflected their actual firmness, I could feel my orgasm building. I think she felt it coming on, too, because she increased her pressure on my cock in just the right way, and I turned my attention back to her hand and I watched her milk my cock to orgasm. Her eyes were glued to my cockhead as she pumped me and suddenly, my cock lurched upward and the cum started shooting out, the first blob arching up toward my chest and landing near my own nipple. The next glob shot nearly straight up and fell on Cindy's fingers, dripping down her knuckles and falling into my pubic hair. Cindy continued to pump my cock until the cum started only to ooze weakly from my tip, and then she stopped pumping, but held onto it firmly for a moment, carefully releasing my cock as she laid it down against my stomach. Then, incredibly, she reached forward with an outstretched finger and dipped her fingertip into a small puddle of cum near by belly button, dipping it in and curling it up like you would a dip chip, and, gazing at my eyes, she slowly brought her finger up to her lips and sucked the cum off of it. "Hope you don't mind," she said with a smile. "I've always wanted to do that!" She sat back and arched her back toward me so that her tits poked straight at me. Her nightgown was still around her shoulders and I could both of her tits sway slightly as she moved. "Thanks, Wayne," she said. "Thanks for letting me do that." She brought her hands together against her knee and I almost didn't see it because I was so fascinated by her tits and her nipples and the way her breasts grew slightly larger as she inhaled and fell slightly when she exhaled. In fact, I wouldn't have seen it at all except I was greedy and I wanted to see her panties, I wanted to see her pussy mound beneath the soft pink fabric, and so I looked down toward *her* crotch and that's when I saw her hands together, the fingertips of her right hand around one of the fingers of her left. They were making little twisting movements around her finger, as if twisting something off, like the cap on a bottle or something, and I took only a little notice of it and instead gazed down at her panties, the delicate white strip of elastic at the top resting below her belly button. I noticed the incredibly sexy flatness of her stomach between her belly button and those panties, and I looked below the elastic and could easily see the soft mound of pubic hair matted beneath the cotton. My eyes had just settled on the slight indentation of her panties between her legs, as if the panties were slightly bunched in her slit, when I realized what it was her hands were doing. I had seen my own wife do it a million times. My wife would sit when she was nervous or excited and just start twiddling her engagement ring around her finger. She would use the diamond setting like a knob and just slide it around and around, back and forth, almost like twiddling her thumbs, and that was what my sister was doing as she sat nearly naked on my bed, with me completely naked and spent right next to her. She was spinning her fingers around her ring finger as if there were an engagement ring there. But as far as I could remember, she had never worn a ring on that finger until she married Sam and that wouldn't be for another --- I had a sudden revelation and I looked up at her eyes (yes, with a grateful detour to her tits again on the way!) and I paused as I tried to calculate the best way to prove my theory. Then I struck upon it and smiled at her. She looked back at me quizzically. "What is it?" she said. "What's so funny?" "Oh, nothing," I said back. "I'm just imagining your reaction to what I'm about to say." "And what might that be?" "I know all about President Clinton." Her reaction was close to what I had expected. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes got real wide and then, suddenly, she grabbed her nightgown and yanked it back down over her breasts. "My God!" she exclaimed. "You... you... Clinton? How could you know about Clinton?" And then her eyebrows went up. "You too? It happened to you to?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23