Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Bare CatTales Title: My Earliest Memoirs 01 Summary: A detailed account of my early sexual exploits Keywords: Warning! b(solo) then b(4)g(3) then b(5)g(7), no sex Right now, this is written in memoir format. Eventually I would like to rewrite these using traditional story-format, using poetic license to fill in the gaps. Feedback is most certainly welcome! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I think I have always touched myself and took pleasure in it. I have memories of after a bath, I was laying under the blankets after being carried to my bed. I was rubbing on myself, intent on how good it felt. Unfortunately I didn't know how to disguise my actions, and my mom had me stop. She said it wasn't right to play with it. I remember asking why, but confused at the answer. It didn't stop me, however, but I learned to be more covert about it. The very first recollection of my budding curiousness and sexuality was probably when I was 4-ish. I have a female cousin who is about 9 months younger. I remember us playing in the sandbox behind my house, playing doctor. We used different objects as "doctor tools", such as sticks, an eraser, pre-school people toys. All to touch each other's genitals. She had fat, puffy lips that enamored me, so unlike my own stiff member that was barely bigger than her fingers. I remember that I loved when she touched it with her hand. It felt so warm and gave me incredible feelings. I also loved the smooth slope of her mons, and I was ever so curious about what was between her "little butt" in front. I don't remember whose idea it was, though I think it was mine. I loved it so much that I had to kiss it. Right where her mons turned into a split. It was soft, warm and wonderful. She kissed mine on top, on the shaft. Unfortunately for us, that is when my mother burst out. It seems that the neighbors had seen us and called my parents. We were both spanked, punished with the corner, and scolded verbally. This is the basis for my ingrained belief that sex is wrong. This, and another incident that I will get into later. The real fun started for me when I was 5. I know it wasn't older than that because I don't think I was in first grade yet. My cousin, Mirrie short from Miranda, was just shy of two years older than me. She was from the other side of my family than my younger cousin that I got caught with. My mom and I were visiting with my grandma and grandpa, and Mirrie was staying with them for a few weeks over the summer. We were playing with her Barbie dolls in the sunroom of my grandparents' house. When she looks up at me and asks me if I wanted to play a different game. I liked Mirrie. She was older and knew much more than I did, so I energetically nodded my approval and asked what game. She told me to follow her and took me outside to a small shed. Her twin brother and there older brother used it as a clubhouse when visiting, but they weren't there, so we went inside. I was feeling shaky and nervous. I knew we were going to do something we shouldn't and I was excited about it. Mirrie showed me some old playboys that they had hidden and we looked at some together. Now I was really jumpy and kept looking outside, fearing my mother's wrath. Mirrie kept telling me to relax, but I couldn't. I remember at one point we could hear the telephone ring. For some reason I thought it would be for me, and I ran inside. It wasn't. Really, why would it be? But in my head, it could have been. When I went back outside, Mirrie was a little angry at me, treating me coldly for leaving her out there alone. I didn't like that. I didn't want her to be mad at me, and I went into apology mode and said we can look at the magazines and I would try to not be nervous. At first she was hesitant, but finally agreed to my begging. However, she said I had to do whatever she told me to. I agreed hastily. We went back into the shed and looked at them some more. I liked seeing naked women, but their mons were all covered in hair. I like how my cousin, Sarah, had looked. Bare and soft. But it was still cool, especially since Mirrie was there turning the pages and asking me if I liked the pictures. About halfway through the book, she closed it and I looked up at her. She said she was bored of that and wanted to play the game she told me about. I wanted to look at more naked women, but I had promised, which she had reminded me of when I began sulking. The game was Truth or Dare. She explained the rules to me. Specifically that failure to answer a question or not doing a dare was tantamount to admitting you were a baby and can't ever the again. I readily agreed, still thinking about the magazines. The first couple of questions were about do I like girls and have I ever kissed a girl. I wasn't very imaginative, so I asked her pretty much along the same lines. I was intrigued when she said she had kissed a boy. She wouldn't say who. The next round she picked Dare, knowing I was going to ask who she had kissed. So, my little brain thought she should do something embarrassing. I told her to walk like a duck and quack. Yes. That's it. That is all I could come up with. She did it, with both of us laughing. The next time I chose Dare, wondering what she would have me do. She surprised me by telling me to stand up and pull my pants down. I didn't want to. I had gotten hard looking at the Playboys. And yes, boys that young can get sexually aroused. Although at that time, I was more excited about doing something that I knew I shouldn't, more than actually looking at the pictures themselves. It hadn't gone down, as we played the game, and when she asked me that, I was painfully aware of how hard it was and I was embarrassed. She called me a chicken and said I had to, no matter what, or that she would never play with me again, and that I had agreed to the rules. Very reluctantly, I stood up. I kind of wanted to run, but another part of me just below my tummy felt on fire with anticipation. I wanted her to see, even if it was embarrassing. I was wearing a tshirt with elastic-banded shorts, and of course boy's white underpants. I remember her face clearly as I pulled both down to my knees. My little stiff organ pointing up at close to a 90 degree angle. Her eyes were fixated on it and she had kind of a smug grin. I didn't leave them down, but it was more of a quick flash. Down, then back up again. She was still smiling as I sat back down. I had asked her Truth or Dare, but before she could answer, my Mother called from inside the house. It was time to go. That was the most disappointing moment that defined all of my 5 years. We scrambled to hide the magazines, and just as we were going out the door, she kissed my cheek and told me not to tell anyone. I swore. And I haven't. Until now. After we left, I felt empty inside, and I alternately moped and begged my mom to go back for another visit. My dad didn't really get along with my grandparents, so the visit had to be during the day, before he got out of work. It wasn't for another agonizing two weeks before we visited again. On the drive over, I remember being terrified that Mirrie wouldn't like me anymore. Maybe she thought I was too big of a baby, or she wanted to play with someone else. I was also worried that her brothers might be there and we wouldn't be able to play. I remember being nervous and quiet when we first got there, even when Mirrie came out to hug my mom, then me. At first we went inside, to play with her dolls, but I didn't feel like playing. I just sat on my knees and watched her. It didn't take her long to ask me what was wrong and I denied it. She asked if I was mad at her and she apologized about last time and started to get teary eyed. Immediately I felt even worse, and tried to console her. I told her that I liked what we did and I was hoping we could do it again, but was afraid she wouldn't want to. She hugged me and said I was her favorite cousin and of course she wanted to. This broke the mood, and we got down to some serious pretend tea party time. Yes, I admit it, I had fund doing this with her, because she wanted to, and it made me happy. After a while, she announced she was bored. I asked her in whisper if we could play Truth or Dare again now. She thought for a moment and told me she had something better. She had the full attention, in both heads. Mirrie poked her head inside and announced that we were going into the woods to look for toads, and was greeted with the usual "have fun," "don't get lost," and "don't get dirty. This was before parents freaked out when they didn't have a direct line of sight at all times with their children. I knew we had a good couple of hours. Out the door, and into the woods along a trail. I say woods, but was more like a couple of acres of trees between houses. Enough to pretend that you had a modicum of privacy. At length, she pulled me off the path along a creek. We followed it for a little, before she brought me under the branches of a huge weeping willow tree. It's branches hung so low that they touched the ground, creating a large tent-like atmosphere inside. I was in awe. Mirrie had some of her possessions here. A stool, a couple of books in a plastic bag, a flashlight and an old bottle. She said she came here sometimes to be alone. Not even her brothers knew about it. I asked her Truth or Dare. By now I was eager to play again, but she said we weren't playing that game. Instead we would play Spin the Bottle. She told me that once spun, whoever the mouth of the bottle points to when it stops, has to take off a piece of clothes. It sounded like a great game to me. It wasn't until years later that I learned that wasn't quite the way most people play it! Regardless, putting the bottle on top of the stool, she spun first and it landed on her, so she took off her shoes. She explained that whoever it pointed to was next to spin. This time it was me, three times in a row. I had lost my shoes, socks and shirt, down to my underpants and shorts, which were plainly tented. Finally it landed on her again and she took off her socks. I lost my shorts next and then she took off her shorts. It amazed me that her legs looked so much better without the two extra inches of material on them. Blue. Her panties were blue and had pink along the hems. She smiled at me. I lost. I stood up and pulled my underpants down and stepped out of them, putting them atop my other clothes. She giggled and hid her smile behind her hand. I loved her so much at that moment. I asked her now what? She stood up and said she dance. So we imitated as best we could, people dancing in the movies, with much giggling and flourish. We fell back on the ground laughing. She pointed at my stiff penis with a giggle, saying its still hard. It was pointing straight up at the sky. It felt so exhilarating being naked outside. I asked her if I could see her naked. She reminded me that I had lost. I was not above begging and she relented. She pulled off her top. She had not breasts. Nothing like the magazines. Her chest wasn't all that different than mine. Her nipples, like mine, were a bit stiff from the coolness of being in the shade. I liked them. Then she pulled down her panties, blue with the pink ruffs. She stood before me, waist and hips still straight, a sloping along her pelvic bone. She was skinny, and gangly as I would think of it now. Coltish. But to me she was perfect. From her toes that dug into the soft dirt, to her nose that crinkled when she grinned, and especially to the tender completely hairless mound that slid down her belly to end in the beginning of a crack between closed legs. She asked me if I liked it. I think I just nodded because she giggled and I looked up at her. She was so happy. I was too. I asked her if I could see up close and she said yes and sat on the stool, and awkwardly spread her legs. I got on my knees in front of her, just inches from her sex. She smelled faintly of urine, but it was sweet to me. Her puffy labia was skinnier than my younger cousin's. They looked a touch wrinkled, but still must be so smooth. What surprised me most was the small flaps of skin at the very apex of her crack that made it look like a very small set of wings. It didn't protrude much, just barely above her outer labia. My younger cousin had sort of little flaps inside, but it never showed unless you pulled it apart. I was afraid to ask if I could do that to Mirrie. But lost in the moment, I leaned forward and kissed her, right on those tiny flaps. Mirrie yelped and pulled back, closing her legs. I was worried that I hurt her. She asked me why I did it. I wanted to say because I loved it, and her. But I just said I didn't know. She assured me she was ok, it just surprised her and tickled. But the spell had been broken, and she said that we should get dressed and go back. Reluctantly I agreed. We got in trouble for our dirty knees and mud stains on the seats of our shorts. We didn't stay long after that. I remember as we were backing out of the long dirt driveway, I saw Mirrie in the window, watching us leave. I waved. She just looked sad. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ If you liked this story, or have suggestions, consider sending me an note with the form found on http://www1.asstr.org/~Bare_CatTales/index.html Would love to hear from you!!!