("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Girl Next Door By BBN (address withheld) *** Three children find out about sex with each other. (mff-yteens, inc, 1st) *** Her name was Carrie and she lived next door. She was 13 (going on 18). I was 15 and madly in love with her 18- year old sister, Kathy. First, about Kathy. When the family moved in next door two year ago, I had taken one look at that honey-blonde hair and the fact that she actually had BREASTS, and I was in love forever. (Every 13-year-old boy knows that the key to sexuality in a girl is her mammary development.) My only problem was that she was a popular senior cheerleader and I was basically a freshman virgin nerd. Before your hopes (or whatever) begin to rise at the prospect my finally getting it on with Kathy, I should warn you that it never happened. But she did say "Hi" to me from time to time. Ah well, on with the real story. Carrie was my little sister Edie's best friend. Although they were both in 6th grade, Carrie was a year older. As far as I was concerned, they were both kids beneath notice to a real high school freshman-to-be. Unlike Kathy and Edie, who were both blondes, Carrie had dark brown hair. I began to notice how cute she was when she developed the infallible sign of sensuality. You guessed it; she suddenly had small breasts and real nipples thrusting through the thin bikini top she wore with her shorts that summer. Suddenly, she began replacing her sister in my frequent masturbation fantasies. I usually focused on her tits because, although I knew what a pussy was, I didn't have a clue as to what one looked like. From all my vast research through the one dirty book I'd borrowed from one of my friends, I pretty well knew the theory of what to do, including sucking, fingering, and fucking. But I just didn't have the mental images that go with these activities, and are absolutely essential to successfully jack off to in a satisfactory way. I didn't seriously consider "making a move" on Carrie. I had no idea how one went about that and I was too timid to even consider it. I figured that I would be rejected, Carrie would tell my sister, who would tell Mom, who would tell Dad.... Well, you get the picture. What I'm getting at is, what happened, just sort of happened without me doing anything. One beautiful Saturday afternoon in early September, I was hanging around in the back yard and Carrie and Edie were there too. Mom had gone to a Lady's Missionary Society meeting for the day. I really don't know how it started, but we found ourselves caught in the middle of a preschool cliche, playing doctor! Edie started by examining Carrie for strep throat and I was treating their broken bones. Carrie was on the examining table, (Our hammock) and the game got completely silly. Carrie had "died," and Edie and I were trying to resurrect her. I elected to try mouth- to-mouth, and was jolted at finding myself suddenly sucking on a tongue, just like in my source book. Since I was embarrassed by my sudden hard-on and worried about Edie's reaction, I stepped back and stuttered something about our corpse being too far gone. Then Edie said, "Well, we can't just bury her." I was desperately trying to think how to prolong the game, hopefully without Edie around. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. "Let's do an autopsy," suggested. Edie just looked at me, but our poor, dead Carrie said, "Yeah! Great idea!" Using my hand as a "saw," I started cutting at the middle of her forehead and moved down. I carefully lifted my finger when I got to her light bikini top, then chickened out around her navel, cussing myself for being a coward, over the sound of my beating heart. Damn Edie! Why couldn't she just go away. When I pulled my hand away, Carrie reached out and grabbed it. Saying, "Not much of an autopsy," she replaced my finger on her forehead. "Want to try that again?" To hell with it, I thought, and ran my finger to her bra-top, lifted the cloth up out of the way and continued slowly down between her budding breasts. "Carrie!" Edie screeched. Carrie calmly looked at her friend and said, "What?" in a voice of total innocent. Down I went. I moved my finger beneath the waist-line of her shorts, then pulled then out of the way and proceeded downward. When I ran my hand across her clearly outlined panty-clad pussy lips, Carrie gave a decided jump and Edie again screamed, "Carrie!" Again my beautiful little cadaver innocently asked, "What?" What happened next I count as irrefutable proof that there is a God, although His name may be Pan. The phone rang. We all froze. Finally, I said, "Edie?" and she took off like a shot to answer it. Purely in desperation, I dropped my hand back onto Carrie's pantie-covered pussy. She gasped, grabbed my hand, but instead of moving it away, she and started rubbing it up and down her crotch. Without really thinking, I pushed my thumb under the shorts... and found... warmness, wetness, puffiness. So that's what a cunt feels like? Carrie was still rubbing my hand against her shorts, gasping, "Oh yes! Do it! Please don't stop!" Some deep stab of rationality suddenly set up an alarm inside me. Edie would be back in minute! There was no way she would go along with into this. After all, she didn't have any tits! "Carrie!" I whispered frantically. After the third time of my saying her name, she blinked as if coming out of a trance. "What?" This time not innocently, but incomprehensibly, as if she were saying, "Why the hell are you bothering me at time like this?" "Edie! She'll be bank in a second! If you really want to do this, we need to go somewhere. How about if you find an excuse to go home and then you sneak back over and come down to my room?" I had my bedroom in the basement in order to give Edie a bedroom of her own. It was isolated and the lack of windows left it pitch black when the light was off. "Sure! Okay! Anything! Just promise you'll finish what you started." When Edie came back outside, I grabbed my bike and said I was going over to Ron's. True to her word, Carrie said she had to go home and left. Talk about being subtle! Edie look a little bewildered, called goodbye to Carrie and went into the house. I immediately hid my bike in the garage, sneaked in the back door and crept down into my room. Beyond embarrassment or fear now, I stripped out of my clothes and dove onto my bed. I could hardly keep my hands off my dick, but I was determined not to jack off with a real, live girl coming to me. Then and there I decided that if she didn't show up, I'd have to kill her. Wouldn't that be justifiable homicide? Then I started mentally setting up teams for the World Series. Anything to take my mind of my painfully stiff cock. I heard the back screen door squeak slightly and then light and the fumbling footsteps on the stairs. I leaped up and padded across the pitch-black basement. I figured in the dark she would kill herself on support beams in the middle of the room. Or worse, she'd fall or knock something over and Edie would hear it, and then we would both be dead. "Carrie!" I hissed so I wouldn't startle her in the dark. "Where are you?" she asked. "Right here." I found her hand and led her into my room. "Thank, God," she said and sort of melted into my arms. Looking back, I can't help but be amazed that she didn't jump when she felt my naked body or my stiff prick against her skin. I guess we were too busy kissing, then fondling each other. I felt her hard nipples through her cloth top. "Wait." She lifted my hand and stepped back. When she was again in my arms, her top was gone. She took my hand and put it on a breast. "That's better." Then my body quivered as her hand went down and wrapped around my cock. One touch and I fired. My sperm first shot out, on belly, shorts, and legs, she just kept gently pumping me. After my flow was down to a dribble, (I was as embarrassed as hell) she did the most exquisitely sensual thing. Her hand came away and after a few seconds I heard her say, "Mmmm, that tastes good." She obviously was licking my cum from her hand. "Wait a minute, I whispered. "I'll get a towel from the shower." "Hurry!" As if I had to be told. I was back in seconds, even with a detour to grab a flashlight out of Dad's tool box. I turned on the flashlight and found her lying on my bed naked. Wordlessly, I handed her the flashlight and started rubbing away my cum from her tummy and thighs. Replacing the towel with my hands, I rubbed her thighs, working my way up to her pouting pussy. There it was at last! A real, live cunt! Lying beside her now, I scrunched down so my head was at the level of the few dark strands of hair just above her pussy. As I reached out to touch it, she suddenly spread her legs wide and dropped the flashlight. The light went out, but I was more interested in feeling than in seeing right then. Thinking back to my faithful manual of sin, I ran my fingers lightly up the slit between the two plump slick lips. Carrie moaned and spread her legs even more for me. I spread her cunt lips and pushed a finger inside, and I suddenly had the ultimate multimedia thrill. She was soft and warm, and sopping wet, and she smelled like heaven. I carefully pushed another finger inside her and heard a sort of slurping sound as I moved them in and out of her. The audio was great; the video portion could wait until later. Just then I remembered, "Clit!" In the book the guy had found her "hidden button" and she had gone "crazy" as he played with it. But where the heck was it? It seemed obvious that it wasn't inside her. She was moaning and thrashing around as I fingered her, but I had the distinct impression that her clit was somewhere outside. I remembered that it was supposed to be under some kind of hood, whatever that meant. I was hard again, but that first cum had taken enough of the edge off to allow me to explore body. I fumbled for the flashlight, snapped it on, and went looking for the magic spot. I ran my hand up Carrie's pussy while she continued to moan. When I got near the top, she jumped and whispered, "Oh, yes! That's it!" Not only had I found her clit, but her excitement turned me on like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Kneeling between her straining thighs, I gently rubbed the little bump I had found. Again she bucked and cried out. Okay. I had read about it. I had talked to the guys about it. Now I wanted to try it. I mastered my shyness and fear of her rejection, then I put my mouth around the fleshy button and gently began to suck it. Carrie went ballistic. It was all I could do to hold her down on the bed until her convulsions calmed and then finally stopped altogether. Her breath was coming in gasps even after her body had quieted down. My cock was aching, I really need to cum again. And then we both froze as the basement lights came on and Edie's voice called, "Bob? What's going on." I didn't have a clue what to do. I could feel my throbbingly full cock move to half mast and then shrink to the point where it felt like it was crawling inside my belly for protection. I was scared to death! If I was paralyzed by the sudden lights and my sister's voice, I was petrified as I heard Carrie call in a calm voice, "Edie? We're down here." Shit! I was dead meat! Edie came to the door of my tiny room, her mouth open in astonishment. "What are you guys doing?" "What does it look like we're doing?" Carrie asked, still completely calm. "Come join us." "I-I don't think...." I stammered, but was cut off by Edie's, "Sure," as she pulled her top over her head and pushed down her shorts and panties. I just stared. My non-sexual little sister was standing there with her flat chest and hairless pussy staring me in the face. As Carrie scooted over to make room, Edie crawled onto the bed with us, her eyes riveted to my swelling cock. "Can I...touch it?" she stammered, and without waiting for a reply she reached over and took it into her hand. "I must have died and gone to heaven," I commented to no one in particular. Carrie touched Edie's cheek, then leaned over to kiss her shoulder. Where the heck did this barely pubescent girl get this kind of confidence, I asked myself. For the next half hour we explored each other's bodies. I really got off on playing with Edie's cute little slit and her principle interest was in my stiff cock. Carrie was simply turned on by everything. I think we could have wandered through the house and she would have been aroused by every artifact we found, including items from every food group. Edie was aroused by what she was doing, more than what was being done to her. Both Carrie and I played with her pussy, I even tried to push a finger up her, but it all just felt, "nice," to her. Suddenly, Carrie sat up and said, "Okay, now let's fuck." "Waited a minute," I said. "I can't fuck Edie. I wouldn't be able to get it in and trying has got to hurt her. And, Carrie, I'm not about to get you pregnant." "Your right," Edie agreed. Carrie jumped off the bed and grabbed her shorts. Shit, I thought. This crazy girl is going to run off mad. Instead she jammed her hand into her pocket, and pulled out a fistful of tinfoil -- what I quickly learned were rubbers like the older guys were always talking about. "Where the heck did you get those?" I asked. She grinned impishly and said, "Out of my daddy's drawer." She lay down and pulled me between her legs. Her pussy was wide open, bright red, dripping. "These shouldn't be too complicated." She peeled back the foil on one of the packages and slid out the small rubber ring. It took only a few seconds to figure out how to get it over my cock. She pulled me down on top of her. We fell into a searing kiss while she guided me into her pussy. Jerking back I said, "Wait! Aren't you a virgin? I don't want to hurt you." "Don't worry. I'm not a virgin," she said as she guided my cock back into her heat. "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime, but right now I want you to FUCK ME!" I don't always have to be hit in the head with a shovel to get the point. So I did what she wanted. I shut up and fucked her. I wish I could say I took her to a dozen orgasms while I valiantly held out, but that's the stuff of fiction. I lasted a good 30 seconds (maybe) and then came. Carrie held me tight after I shot off and kept riding my dwindling dick until she climaxed. All three of us were spent and it was getting time for mom to get back home. We all kissed each other tenderly. As we gathered up our clothes and I took the sheets off the bed, Edie had the last word. "Hey, guys. We WILL do this again often, and next time, Bob, be assured that you will fuck me, no matter what." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 37