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Jenny

by John Demille

Jenny and I have been best friends for as long as I remember. As kids, we were forced to be as we lived too far from any neighbours out in the country. You see, mom and dad seemed to be two loners who stayed away from people for some reason. We had a house out in the country with plenty of land to surround it. Jenny was a year older than me, but since she had no one to play with, we became playmates from the day that I was born. Mom told me that Jenny couldn’t wait until I could crawl to play with me.

Whenever we went in town shopping with mom people though we were twins as I was generally larger than Jenny for my age and that made me her almost exact size until she hit puberty and had a major growth spurt. It took me a couple of years to catch up to her height and surpass her after my own puberty.

While we were young we were home schooled, which increased our dependence on each other and closeness. At fourteen for me and fifteen for Jenny, we were enrolled part time in the nearby town’s high school to finish continue our education beyond what my mother could deliver.

Like every other human, during puberty Jenny changed quite a bit. Her cuteness turned into a womanly beauty. The baby fat disappeared, and magically moved into different places to give her very soft female curves. A lot of that fat seemed to move to her tits specifically. By fifteen she had way more than handfuls. Guys started asking Jenny out, but unfortunately for her, mom restricted her dating.

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Joseph and Jessica

by Taffy Jourden

Jessica tried not to look her age, though her friends assured her nobody would be suspicious. Her ID showed nineteen, but she was three years younger. Everybody else in their group was really at least eighteen.

She’d been planning this night for six months, and had jumped through enough hoops to make it happen that the stress had delayed her period. She was determined to see Monica Raven in concert and nothing was going to stop her.

It was a small, unwired gig and the crowd at the area’s hottest club was unusual, her friends said. Cindy said it was usually a college crowd. Lexie passed her a drink and Jessica looked at it hesitantly. ‘What is it?’ she wondered.

“Blue ball special,” she thought she heard. Indeed, it was blue, and had two olives in it.

The club mix was loud and the concert didn’t start for another twenty minutes. She looked around in wonder at this forbidden world. The atmosphere was like a sexual war zone. Lights flashed or glowed dimly in the darkness, and music pounded to a beat that sounded like fucking, even to a virgin’s ears.

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Peeking At The Neighbors

by Jean D'Amour



"Tommy, how come you snuck out after you were supposed to be in bed last night," Tina asked, not loud enough for Mom to hear, but loud enough to make Tommy nervous.

Tommy had just turned fourteen last month and with the onset of puberty came a very healthy curiosity about sex. He had discovered that by peeking in the windows of his neighbors, he was able to learn a great deal that wasn't included in Dad's 'birds and the bees' speech, and certainly wasn't part of his Sex Ed curriculum. But now he had been caught. He pulled his younger sister into his room and gently shut the door.

Tina, at twelve, didn't have the physical development that her older brother had, but she had been developing the same curiosities lately. Somehow she had sensed that whatever Tommy was up to, it had to do with the strange feelings she had been feeling ever since a couple of her girlfriends at school let her in on a few secrets that suddenly made boys a much more interesting sub-species.

"You better keep your mouth shut, or I'm going to give you a good pounding," Tommy threatened.

"Ooooo! I'm sooo afraid! You beat me up, and you'll get it twice. Once for hitting me and once for sneaking out. Dontcha think it would be easier just to let me in on the secret?"

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Screw It

by Dr Scribble

I don't know what's got into my sister. Since being a kid, she's been a tomboy, into climbing trees, making bows and arrows (when she 'discovered' the Legend of Robin Hood, and wanted to be as good as Maid Marian). She suffered the bumps and scrapes all children get, along with me and my best mate, Alan; and our mother would patiently wash our wounds, dab them with antiseptic, and apply sticking plasters.

This last six months, since she turned fourteen, Ellie has been coming to me with her woes. I'm two years older than she is, which is quite a lot of growing at that stage in one's life. There has been less need for sticking plaster and more for sorting out some of the strange ideas which seem to be filling her head these days. I wouldn't care, but there have been other, physical, changes in her — and me, for that matter — which make me uncomfortable after only minutes in her company. Especially when she does her usual thing and sits on my knee while we talk.

The other day, while Mum and Dad had gone into town to spend the shopping vouchers they'd received for Christmas, she'd been sunbathing out in the back garden. She decided this year that a tan was important, despite my telling her about the dangers of too much sun causing the skin to age prematurely. Anyway, Alan and I were wearing only shorts, because of the heat, watching cricket on the television, when she came trotting in wearing a very skimpy bikini in yellow cotton and plonked herself down on my lap, wrapping one arm nonchalantly round my shoulders.

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My Sister's Model Life

by Robert

I pumped and I pumped, my hand surrounding and moving quickly along the full length of my stiff erection as I sat on my sister's bed jerking off.

In my mind I ran images of naked women, though mainly my sister, and I wondered how it would feel to be inside her, to make love to her, something Mom probably wouldn't care to let me do, or even know I was thinking.

I turned to where Mom was sitting in the chair beside the bed, watching me masturbate. My sister Kerri was laying on her stomach beside me, casually flipping through pages in some fashion magazine.

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